#levi x mc
undying-vagabond · 2 months ago
slapping their 🍑 in public
with a great ass, comes great responsibility
he’s gonna be taken so off guard “HEY!” especially because it’s in a public setting
secretly likes it
“waddaya think you’re doing to the Great Mammon’s ass?”
he will turn to look at you, bat his pretty eyelashes, wink and say how you’ve been naughty
stop before lucifer scolds you for public indecency
nearly has a stroke cuz it came out of the nowhere
super red, but kinda turned on
eyes will widen.
he’ll be like ?? what do you think you’re doing
when he sees you pout, he will answer “never said i didn’t like it”
assumes it’s an accident but doesn’t mind it either way
“you have such a phat ass i couldn’t resist” (basically that nemo scene of don’t touch the butt)
he’ll chuckle because you’re cute
thought he was still asleep.
if he was sleepy, that woke him right up.
mf will smirk and be like “ooh so that’s how you wanna play”
has an ass that won’t quit
will raise an eyebrow.
admires your boldness, like you really did that huh
however, you will receive the bedroom eyes so
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saeyoungchoismaid · 2 months ago
Levi Ness Monster
Pairing: Sea Monster!Leviathan x f!reader Genre: smut Warnings: aphrodisiac spit, dub-con, water sex, monster fucking, aquaphilia, tail sex, double penetration, rough-ish sex, unprotected sex, double creampie, tummy bulging Summary: Sea monster Leviathan spots a human going skinny dipping in his lake. How can he keep his hands to himself when you’re just so beautiful? Word Count: 2700 words A/N: Ha, get it? Levi Ness like Loch Ness? hahahahaha okay. I personally think this is some of the best smut I’ve ever written. Lmao lemme know what you think <3
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Kinktober Day 10
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You’re not sure what came over you that night. One minute you were staring down at that stupid book, having to reread the same paragraph over and over again, and the next, you’re skinny dipping at the lake. You had never been to that lake before since there were rumors of the loch ness monster dwelling inside of it. 
So, what made you decide to go skinny dipping despite the horror stories? You’re honestly not sure. You were just reading that book and you hadn’t even realized you were staring out your window longingly in the direction of the lake. It’s a bit of a trek to get there, but that summer night was so hot and you just knew it’d be worth it since the water would be the perfect temperature. 
So, here you are, stripping your clothes off and looking around the empty woods around you. No one ever comes out here, so you’re not really worried about someone spotting your naked figure. You are, however, worried that if there happens to be a monster hiding in the shadows of the water waiting for you that no one will be able to hear you scream for help if it decides to attack you. 
You go to the edge of the dock you’re on and dip your toe in, humming at the feel of the room-temperature water. It’s perfect. You stare down at the water for a minute or so, letting your eyes flicker this way and that way to make sure there’s no movement. After finding none, you take a deep breath and charge right off the dock and into the water. Goosebumps rise on your skin for a moment from your body’s shock at the change of temperature, but just as quickly, they’re gone. You swim to the surface and pop your head up out of the water, smiling as you splash the water a bit. You knew it, it’s perfect. 
You lazily swim around your dock for a moment before swimming to one of the other docks. Once reaching the dock, you take a break by floating on your back. You stare up at the sky and think of what shape the clouds make before letting your eyes fall closed. You don’t even realize the forest has fallen silent since your ears are below the water’s surface, all sound from the outside world blocked by the blue liquid. 
God, look at you. You’re just spreading yourself out for him, waiting for him to take you, to breed you. You look so vulnerable, so ready to please him. 
Your eyes snap open when you swear you feel something brush your leg. Before you can even think of swimming away and took the dock for safety, something is wrapping around your leg and snatching you into the water. You just manage to gasp air into your lungs before you’re being plunged down deep, deep into the water. You can’t see what’s dragging you down thanks to all the bubbles that have been created, but you can see that whatever it is is taking you into the inky corners of the lake. You thrash about in fear, hating yourself at that moment for allowing yourself to not believe in the rumors, in the stories. 
Just as your world starts to fade to black, your face meets air. You gasp for air and splutter out the bit of water that managed to slip into your lungs. You rub the water out of your eyes and then look to find a guy around your age staring back at you. “Did it get you too? Are you okay? Did you save me?” you ask the man, panic starting to swell in your chest at the idea of the monster circling your feet right now. 
The man’s brows furrow at you, as if he can’t understand you. You look around you then, finding that you’re in a cave-like area. Your lower half is still in the water but your hands are clinging to an edge of the cave, keeping your body partially out of the water. He must’ve helped you find your grip when…did you manage to get away from the monster? 
“Hey, do you know how to get out of here?” you ask, glad that your voice sounds more normal since you’re not freaking out as much and finally have all the air needed back into your lungs. Again, the man’s brows furrow but this time he tilts his head to the side, reminding you of a dog. He must not speak English. Before you can try to figure out what language he could speak or, better yet how to get out of there, he’s swimming closer to you. At first, you don’t mind, but then you remember you’re naked. 
“Hey! Woah! Dude, back up!” you screech in embarrassment, letting go of the wall to cover yourself to the best of your ability. When the kicking of your legs fails to be enough to keep you up and you start sinking, you reach out to grab the wall again. You gasp when he gets even closer to you, his body radiating heat to yours in the water. You turn your head to look at him, your chin practically resting on your shoulder. His eyes grow heavy then, his pupils growing in size as his gaze zeros in on your lips and you’re not sure why but when he leans in, you let him kiss you. 
You hum and close your eyes, letting his smooth lips slide against yours. His lips feel both rough and slick, but you don’t ponder on it long as you start getting more into the kiss. Your body turns to face his, the only thing keeping your bodies apart right now is the mere inches of water. 
You shudder when something touches your waist, it feeling like a fish brushing up against you. Except…it doesn’t have the form of a fish. It’s…more like a…starfish? You gasp louder when it goes up, your eyes discovering his arms are rising in your direction. 
Are those his…hands? 
You let out a shriek when one of his hands trails up past your hip and to the underside of your breast, his hands feeling similar to his lips. At the abrupt noise, he pulls his hands away in shock, your eyes finding orange scales littering his hands up to his forearms. Oh my god. Oh my god. What is he? 
You barely even get to freak out or at least ponder on him out of curiosity because the next thing you know, your head feels heavy and your stomach is churning with something akin to fire. You whimper when your cunt throbs, the ache in your core becoming the most noticeable thing. You’ve never been needier in your entire life, and you’re not even sure why. 
You shiver when his hands grope your chest, your head tilting down to watch his hands squeeze you. You whine when his sharp nails nick at your skin, causing red lines and welts to rise on your breasts. You cry out as he pushes you back into the wall again, his hands keeping you pinned in place against the rock. 
His eyes glow orange, one hand letting you go to grab ahold of your jaw and pull your face closest to his. You can do nothing as he leans into your space and connects your lips with his again, not that you’d want to do anything about it. You whimper as his tongue glides across yours. You hum into the kiss, liking the way his slippery tongue works your mouth open. His tongue, just like him, doesn’t feel human. It feels like…satin and lube had a baby. 
He pulls back from the kiss to look at you, his spessartite eyes glowing even brighter now. You let out a breathy sigh and buck your hips towards his, your pussy starting to drool with need. He says something in what you can only assume is a foreign language made up of clicks and murmurs before disappearing under the water. With him gone, you can kind of think a little more coherently, but something is still clouding your mind and keeping you from being able to grasp the entirety of what the actual fuck is going on. 
And before you can even try and untangle the shattered web that are your thoughts right now, you let out a squeal as something slides along your pussy lips, the monster’s hands suddenly grabbing ahold of your thighs and setting them onto his shoulders. A whimper escapes from your mouth as you bring your hands to his head, tightly weaving your fingers through the midnight purple strands. You shake and tremble against the rock wall as his tongue keeps licking along your slit, the snake-like tongue finally finding its way to your opening. You gasp and curve away from the wall, feeling his tongue slip deep inside of you and wiggle around. 
He goes at your heat like this for a while, continuing to suck on your clit and probe at your hole. Just when you can feel your orgasm creeping up on you, he pulls his mouth away from you, causing you to wail in despair. You struggle to catch your breath and stay afloat when he lets go of your legs, his head submerging from the inky water. 
You pule when he suddenly takes ahold of your thighs again, but this time, he hoists you up and wraps your legs around his waist. You only marvel at the fact that he can keep both of you up for a second before your thoughts take a sharp turn. You raise a brow when a closed hole on his naval suddenly slides open. You go to ask what’s up with that when suddenly, two giant cocks slip out at the same time. You mewl at the sight of them, a deep, dark desire inside of you wanting them both shoved deep inside your cunt now. 
The rational side of your mind though realizes that you probably couldn’t even fit one of them, let alone two. You gasp when he suddenly reaches down and takes ahold of one, starting to pump it before aligning it with your entrance. “Wait! Hey! You haven’t pre-” you cut yourself off with a lewd, wanton cry that would even put pornstars to shame. To your surprise, he slides inside of you with little to no problem. You’re not sure how, but you can’t really find it in yourself to care when your throbbing cunt is finally getting what it wants. 
You toss your head back with a moan, your body jolting with each of his thrusts despite the fact that it seems he’s trying to be gentle. His eyes attentively watch as your breasts bounce freely, his hips starting to move harder and faster. You can only whimper and mewl as he uses you as he pleases, controlling how you’re positioned and how you move. Your hands reach up behind you to the rock wall, trying to find some sort of anchor to keep you sane. 
Your head snaps back up though when you feel something else prodding at your entrance, your eyes blown wide with worry. “Is that you?” you stutter out, forgetting he can’t understand you. He just looks up at you with half-lidded eyes completely clouded over with lust and hunger. You go to try and feel what it is that’s prodding right beside his dick inside of you when it suddenly slips in, making a raunchy and sinful noise escape you. It has a different texture than his cock that’s currently still pounding away inside of you. No, this thing is bumpier and thinner. 
You look away from his face to gaze down at his body and with every thrust he makes, which causes the water to splash away from you both, you get a peek at his other cock that is impatiently waiting its turn. Your hand flies down into the water to feel the thing that’s sliding up and down in tandem with his dick. You trail your hand down as far as it can go on the unknown object, but it just keeps going and going. As you try to adjust yourself to get a better feel, your legs slink down his waist and that’s when you feel it. 
A tail. 
You let out an unabashed groan at the realization, feel his tail curl deeper inside of you than his cock could since it’s much, much longer. You turn your gaze to his face again to find him smirking at you, revealing to you that he is clearly enjoying the sounds you’re making for him. His eyes break from your to look at your bouncing chest once more, his dick twitching inside of you as his tail curls to press harder against your spongey walls. 
You throw your head back again when he leans down and starts sucking on your breasts, leaving marks around your nipples before moving to suck on the perky buds. You don’t even realize that you’re close to cumming until it’s already washing over you and you’re screaming in pure ecstasy. He just keeps going though, completely unbothered by the fact that you just came and you’re now sensitive. “Please,” you hiss out, unsure of what you’re really asking of him. 
To your surprise, his tail slips out of you, and you aren’t sure if it’s because he understood you or if he just decided to take it out. Your temporary relief is quickly thwarted when he reaches down and starts slipping his second cock in right alongside his other one. “Wait,” you stutter out, feeling your pussy stretch at the intrusion. Normally, you couldn’t have even dreamed of taking this much at a time, but he must have done something to help with the process. Maybe that’s why your vision is so foggy and you can only think about him pumping his seed deep inside of you. 
When he gets both of them in to the hilt, he pauses to let you get used to being stuffed so full. He hums, the noise coming out low and deep enough to make goosebumps rise on your skin, and he then says something else in his native tongue before pulling his dicks out just to shove them back in. Your body jolts at the single thrust, your voice sounding raw as you moan for him. 
After that, he goes right back to the rough and fast pace, more words falling from his lips and though you can’t understand him, you like to think that they were pure filth. They sure sound like they were, at least. 
Your legs tighten around his waist as he bullies his cocks deeper inside of you with every thrust. You can’t help but let your eyes roll back in your head and let your mouth fall completely open, letting drool glide down the corner of your mouth and onto your breasts. He licks up each drop though, continuing to suck and nibble on your bouncing chest. You shake in his hold, already getting closer to a second orgasm since you’re so sensitive. Plus, you’re so turned on right now that you wouldn’t mind letting him use you all night long. 
Your vision blacks out for a moment as you cum, white stars filling your vision. Your hands scrape down the rock wall above you, almost making your fingers bleed. Just as you get your vision back, he stuffs both of his cocks to the base and burrows as deep as he can inside of you before shooting load after load into your womb. You shake and cry as you feel his cum fill you up, your tummy feeling bloated and full. You look down when one of his rough hands places itself against your stomach, finding that your stomach seems to have inflated a bit. You mewl and drop your head back against the wall, feeling his cum drip out of you. 
You let out a thankful sigh when he stops cumming, the two of you panting against each other for a moment. God, you’re so exhausted. You slump against him and wrap your arms around his neck, burrowing your face into his neck. 
“Mm, what a good little human,” the creature purrs. 
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deathisawitch · a month ago
Hi!!! Could you do a gender neutral MC who's love language is physical touch??? Kissing, cuddles, the whole nine yards??
since you didn't specify, imma give you some head cannons for the demon bros <3
demon brothers with a physically affectionate MC
warnings: established relationship, vaguely suggestive
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depending on how far you push it, he will tolerate your affections. he prefers subtler things, will offer you his hand and let you play with his fingers, trace the veins on his forearm while in public.
in private however, he will be rather pompous about indulging in your affection. pulls you into his lap, letting you cuddle into his chest on pet at his hair or whatever you like.
his favorite place to be touched: his wings. he'll never ask, but he will let them out more while you two are alone. his sholders relax as soon as your fingers dance against his feathers. would adore it if you preened them, as long as you are gentle of course. play your cards right and you'll have him purring into your neck in complete bliss.
Lucifer's love language: acts of service (showing) quality time (receiving)
adores it tbh. just don't tug on his clothes! those are expensive.
he holds your hand every time the two of you are together. what if he looses you?! the devildom is a very dangerous place for a human, and you are his human, so he's here to take care of you. cuddles and all.
his favorite place to be touched: under his clothes. okay, not like that (okay maybe like that but only sometimes) what he means is, sneak your hand under his sleeve and trace patters on his bare arm. crawl up under his shirt while you two are cuddling and nap on his bare chest. he likes the warmth of you around him.
Mammon's love language: gifts (showing) words of affirmation (receiving)
not wise. if you must he will humor you to an extent, just make your intentions clear and don't take him by surprise or he'll get upset. tell him "your hair is sticking up" and then stroke it back into place. he may huff a little but he does appreciate your affection. will let you lean against him too, as long as you aren't in his way he actually doesn't mind the feeling of your weight against him.
he does have a couple no no spots. please don't touch his horns. they are corse like coral and not only will it scratch you and pieces of it can get lodged under your skin, but its equally unpleasant for him.
favorite place to be touched: his hair. Levi is very insecure about his body, but once of the few things he likes is his hair. you may catch him even petting himself as a stim, so if you do it for him he will relax and except your affection without protest. he in fact enjoys it. you may even earn yourself a hug from his serpentine tail around your middle.
Leviathan's love language: quality time and acts of service (both)
unbothered. he will pull you into his lap during reading dates. very pleased with your gentle rubbing on his back or arms. he has only one request, not the tail. his tail's spikes contain a neurotoxin and he'd never forgive himself if you were hurt because of him.
otherwise, he's fair game. touch him wherever you want (if you like). he's often been the receiving end of a touch starved Asmo so he's very tolerant and open.
favorite place to be touched: his hands. kiss his knuckles or his palms and this boy will melt. its not hard to turn him into a purring kitten in your lap.
Satan's love language: acts of service (showing) gifts (receiving)
a match made in hell <3 Asmo's primary love language is also physical touch and he is thrilled. cuddles on cuddles for days. every time to pair of you are together he's got an arm around your waist or your shoulders or his fingers intertwined with yours.
Asmo literally seeks you out just so he can fill the void of being the only person who craves physical touch in that damn house for so long. (if he isn't draped around you like Satan's boa he's probably dragging an unamused Belphie into his lap)
favorite place to be touched: his face. mind you he's taken his makeup off and your hands are freshly washed that is. but please trace his features, memorize them so you'll never forget. and for the love of the devil cup his cheeks and stroke them. he may just burst into tears.
Asmodeus's love language: physical touch and words of affirmation (both)
big boy is perfectly pleased with this. he's Belphie's twin so he's very used to being shown care and love by touch. he doesn't crave it like Asmo but he smiles every time you run your hands through his hair or wrap his arm around you.
Beel wants you to feel loved and safe, so he will take your hand or pull you against him in a crowd. he likes to cocoon you in his larger frame. his shoulders are much broader then yours so you fit just perfectly curled against his chest.
favorite place to be touched: his back. Beel has many scars. he's not as insecure about them as say Mammon or Levi since he sees them as proof he's done his job. but if you lay on his back while he's doing pushups and trace each of them, his heart will fill with so much joy.
Beelzebub's love language: acts of service and quality time (both)
whines about it, but also whines for more. his head is against you at all times. wether that's leaning against your shoulder or in your lap he's open to either. his tail is also curled around you almost all the time. 
naps in your lap, your own personal blanket and heater. he's the type to rub against you as in rub his face on your jeans, like a cat scenting you. his human, his pillow, his. you belong to him now in his mind and he will follow you around like a puppy. 
favorite place to be touched: he's really not picky he likes all of it. scratch his back, kiss his forehead, rub his arms. yes please, give him more. 
Belphagor's love language: quality time (showing) physical touch (receiving)
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still-a-morosexual-help · 3 months ago
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obey-me-rot · 9 months ago
You're Mine
A/N: I guess as a writing blog I should be doing some writing right? Honestly this has just been the biggest headcanon I've had in a while since I started playing Obey Me of the brothers just...like Devildom culture must be so different! And then the whole pact thing with human masters must be so different as well! I just view them as big animals just wanting to get your attention u wu. Warnings: Jealous boys, public shows of dominance and a lot of biting.
It's almost painful being in the Devildom sometimes.
A cultural exchange program amped up to 100 %.
As much as you loved the brothers, you also were meeting some pretty cool demons in RAD. Surely you were the human student everyone was so excited to meet, but none of them really talked to you, you know? But there were some that were brave enough to overlook your pact marks and dive into a conversation.
Even some were bold enough to talk to you out of school!
Making so many friends was so exciting, especially since you still thought of yourself as new! Wait till the brothers see how many new demons you have met!
Problem is you forgot how weird demon culture is, especially when it has to do with a demon and their master.
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Lucifer blinks as he notices the demon approaching the two of you, pausing your daily walk with him as confusion turns to familiarity and you run up to greet your friend.
The first thing he notices is how they are a low ranking demon, so there’s no need to be hyper aware of any sort of threat. In this instance he doesn’t need to look to make sure his pact mark is visible to the demon.
His mark was embedded right in your iris, so anyone could see whose protection you were under.
He smiles politely as you turn around to introduce them, the demon waving at him shyly as if remembering that, yes, this human made a pact with Lucifer and therefore should not be messed with in any way. Yet there was no sort of violent tendencies coming from this demon, which put him at somewhat of an ease.
That is, until the demon takes a hold of your hand.
It’s a simple touch, one that a human would mistaken for a sign of friendship and camaraderie. The demon was speaking excitedly about a new flower they had seen over at the Botanical gardens and how much they wanted to show it off to you.They tighten their hold and Lucifer has to dig his fingernails into his palm from ripping their hand off.
You had no idea what it meant and the action would most likely scare you.
And Lucifer wanted you to trust him as much as possible.
“Would it be okay if Lucifer comes along?”
“...y--yeah! I don’t mind!”
Hesitation mixed with fake happiness, this demon really thought that he would get some time alone with you, didn’t they? They probably planned this whole thing out and whatever excitement they were showing you was just a front to hide their true intentions. Besides, look how they are hanging off of you, they want to make a pact with you so badly it’s almost disgusting.
Might as well get rid of the pest now.
“Come on MC, I want to show you the huge petals--!”
You and the demon look back to see Lucifer biting down on one of your fingers, your ring finger to be exact, while making eye contact with the pest. His teeth are not necessarily breaking skin but the pain of the bite made all your attention go back on him, turning around to tug your finger away and cradle it close. “Lucifer what the hell!”
He smiles and tells you not to worry about it, your retort falling on deaf ears as Lucifer’s eyes fall on the demon one more time. Their eyes are wide and they have immediately taken two steps back, their back as straight as a needle as Lucifer sends them one last look that lets them know of his intentions.
Leave now or I will gut you in front of my human.
You turn to apologize to your friend for putting them in such a weird situation but the demon is already long gone, no sign of them ever being in your presence as you look around aimlessly.
“They left...” you frown and look at Lucifer, “Next time at least warn me.”
“If I did then you would have probably forbidden me from doing so.”
The Avatar of Pride smiles as he takes your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours as you kept talking about how you would apologize the next day. But Lucifer wasn’t listening, he just kept staring at you as you talked, happy that his master wasn’t particularly mad.
That demon would have to learn to get his own, this human was already his.
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He had finally gotten you all to himself.
Mammon had a photoshoot today, making you tag along so he could finally show off his modeling skills. And it would help him out as well. The product they were trying to sell did not appeal to him one bit and he just really needed you as inspiration.
And inspiration did you give.
“Oh gorgeous Mammon gorgeous! Lean back and close your eyes.”
The cameraman was giving him compliment after compliment, excellent after excellent, it was as if all eyes were on him at that exact moment. He smiled as he thought about how you must be looking at him. His shirt was open, letting the cloth hang off the side of the couch as the camera focused primarily on the low riding jeans that showed off the boxers he was promoting.
“Perfect! Perfect!! Now turn around and stare into the camera!”
His eyes opened and his head turned expertly, Mammon smiling as he tried to make eye contact with you--
Only to see that you were gone.
Camera flashes stop as he bolts up, turning to look for you before his eyes focused on your form.
There you were...talking with someone else.
He doesn’t stare at the cameraman, only gets up and stalks towards you and the demon currently holding up the lights. Both of you turn to face him, a voice speaking loudly about a five minute break as Mammon stands behind you and hugs you from behind, placing his chin right on your shoulder as he looks at the interloper.
“Are you taking a break?”
Mammon smiles as he buries his face in your shoulder, hugging you tight as the demon tells him he did a wonderful job. Without raising his head, Mammon speaks up.
“MC, who is this?”
“Oh right! Haven’t introduced you. He is a friend from RAD! We sit together in Pactology 101.”
“Well we used to sit together...”
“We talked way too much in class, didn’t we?”
It’s like nails on a chalkboard when he laughs, Mammon feeling glad that he was closer to you so he could hear the sound of your laughter instead of the ugly screeching of the intruder taking up your attention. Did this guy think he was stupid? That he couldn’t notice all the goddamn pheromones he was releasing? Mammon shakes his head back and forth, breathing in your scent heavily as he tries to leave his own behind.
This guy was embarrassing himself with how badly he wanted to form a pact with you.
“Oh oh, remember when the teacher caught us texting in class?”
“I think he might want to just put us back together cause we are still causing trouble!”
The Avatar of Greed frowns, did you not hear him?
“Well the teacher knows we are a good match, doesn’t he?”
“A match made in hell, I would say.”
Why was this guy still talking? Why were you still listening to him?
“Hey after this...would you want to go get some coffee, MC? If you’re not busy.”
“Nah, I only have this toda---FUCK!”
A pair of teeth tug at your earlobe, Mammon growling in your ear as he makes eye contact with the annoyance in front of him. He should be counting his lucky stars that you were still in the room, if Mammon found him anywhere else this demon would be nothing more than a meal for his familiars.
“MC, you have to stare at me or else I’m going to take longer.”
You rub at your ear as Mammon lets go of you, breaking eye contact with the other demon as he gives you his signature pout. He didn’t want you to see him be all scary, Mammon wanted you to see him like the number one demon he always tried to be for you.
“And you had to bite me because of that!?”
“Because you weren’t paying attention! You have to keep your eyes on me or else I’m not going to sell this stupid product. In fact--”
He drags you back to the couch, yelling at the cameraman that he would be posing with you so he could actually get through this photoshoot instead of doing a solo shoot. The man sighs but calls makeup to get you ready, Mammon smiling as he sits down right next to you.
The farther you were from that guy the better, all of his master’s attention needed to be on him after all.
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Of course something like this would happen. Bad luck seemed to follow Leviathan wherever he went.
"Did you see the finale of it live?"
"I did!!! My movie theatre put it on the big screen and everything!"
Levi was glad that you were a nerd just like him. It was refreshing and probably one of the biggest reasons he had decided to make a pact with you.
Well, he had tried to kill you first and then make a pact with you but it was still a special story! Who would have thought that he would land himself a human master with his own interests!
Though he guessed that was a bad thing now.
He couldn't keep his thoughts in check as the clerk of the comic store kept talking to you, Levi annoyed that he couldn't keep up with the conversation you two had. It was about some comic cinematic universe that had been adapted in the human world and he honestly didn’t want to put anymore thought into it because of how close the clerk was getting.
Dammit he should have bought the new manga volume in Akuzon...but you had been so cute irl asking him to get the manga in this comic store you found,and if his master was begging him so cutely then what else could he do?
“I actually got the limited edition of this one movie--”
Nobody cared.
“It was up for a lot in Akuzon but I’m glad I got my hands on it--”
Stop talking!
“And I have a pretty cool viewing set up in the back--!”
Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking, stop talking to MC!
Levi frowns as you gush about the movie some more, glaring down at you for letting your attention stray from him. But why should he be surprised, of course your attention would stray. Him being the yucky otaku that he is, of course you would go with the demon who took his interest and actually turned it into a profit--
No! It wasn’t your fault! It wasn’t even his fault! It was this demon’s fault!
Thinking they looked so cool with their most basic of interests. If Levi could expose them for the fraud that they were, MC would be able to see the absolute fool that this demon was making themselves out to be. Smiling a lot more, inching closer as they talked, even offering to take you to the back of the store--!
People may say what they want about Levi but at least he wasn’t this desperate to get on the good side of a human...at least the first time he met you.
His eyes fall on the back of your neck, hair conveniently placed out of the way as he remembered something Lucifer had discussed with him and Mammon after they had made their pact.
You will not think rationally when you are with them, make sure to monitor your actions so you don’t embarrass yourself.
That’s what he said but…
Surely Levi wasn’t going to embarrass himself more than this demon already has.
“This is the one with the symbiote creature, right? And you got the bonus deleted scenes! Honestly I would be so down with watching it right--EEP!”
Levi made sure to let his tongue lick the back of your neck first before biting down, wanting to make the bite as painless as possible. Although he guessed that not making you feel pain was out of the question as he felt you tense up, his tongue swiping against your nape one last time as he pulled back and tugged on the back of your shirt.
“MC let’s go. They don’t have it.”
You turn to look at Levi, hand on the back of your neck as you tell him that he could have gotten your attention in any other way, but he knew for a fact that he had made his point across with the demon in front of him.
Summoning Lotan in his own home was one thing, summoning Lotan in a store would probably cost a lot…
Even if he knew brothers wouldn’t blame him with how nauseatingly this demon was trying to approach their master.
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“MC, here.”
Satan breaks his pencil, but it seems the two other people don’t seem to notice.
“And it's the first edition too, but I took it out just for you.”
You smile and mention about how you didn’t need anything fancy for the assignment, just a simple book that talked about Devildom history. Which Satan agreed, this bug was acting like he owned the entire Royal Library. A pass to get a first edition title wasn’t that rare of a fucking find--if he wanted, Satan could call up any of his connections and get about 16 copies of different first edition titles that spoke not just about the Devildom history but about whatever the hell topic he could get his hands on.
This guy wasn’t that special yet he was acting like he had just given you the world on a silver platter.
The demon sat down at the table you and Satan were studying at, looking at you the entire time he explained how to open the book and how to make sure it stays in its pristine condition.
Which made Satan break another pencil.
From what you had mentioned, this guy was just someone you knew from RAD. You labeled him as the ‘smartest person in the class’. Which was a bit of an insult on his part but he guessed that as long as he wasn’t the one in your class it didn’t count as an insult towards his person.
He, of course, being the smartest demon you know.
But Satan didn’t have to be the smartest demon in RAD to know what this nuisance was doing.
If he were to read you any book on Devildom demonology, certain demons needed a human master. This insect in front of you would count as one of them. Lower demons usually tend to be without guidance and need a soul to feed from. In comes a human master, being able to fulfill that need with a pure soul of their own. The demon feeds and in return, develops a sort of ‘affection’ towards their master since they are now the hand that feeds them.
The same couldn’t be applied to Satan or his brothers, however. As the seven demon lords, they are able to gain the sustenance they need from the feed of other lower demons under the sin they were made in.
They are free to form pacts, but it’s not like they need it.
A good metaphor would be that they are essentially ‘picking off the plate’ of the lower demons, making the lower demons only cause minimal casualties up in the human world as they feed and keeping the seven lords from going feral with hunger.
Of course, things were different now. Satan had you now, a human all of his own.
Essentially, someone was trying to ‘take a bite’ of his favourite food, and Satan hated sharing.
Friends be damned, politeness be damned, he needed to show this demon his place.
“Isn’t it fascinating? The cover was made with a demon’s skin.”
“Yes. I believe it was from recently dead demon’s during the first Celestial War. Do you want to feel?”
You nod, curious about the black and shiny cover as the demon holds out his hand for you to take--
Only for you to yelp as Satan takes it first, dragging your hand back so it would be close to his lips as the Avatar of Wrath’s teeth bite at the skin near your wrist. You hiss in pain at the sudden sharpness, quickly pulling your hand back and staring at your demon as he gives the annoyance one last pointed stare.
“That is how demons started their pacts before we arrived in the Devildom, wasn’t it?”
The demon nodded slowly, his eyes darting to the mark on your wrist and then back at Satan. He opened his mouth to try and speak up but seemed to decide better against it, giving you one last smile as he stood up. “...I’ll...I’ll go get you the second volume. That one might include more accurate and updated information on pact markings.”
Satan smiles and nods as he scoots his chair close to you, looking back at you tracing the mark on your wrist with a frown before putting all your attention back on him.
“Did demons really used to form pact marks like this?”
The Avatar of Wrath shrugs.
“I was only guessing, he was the one who left thinking it was the truth. Here, let’s go look for a book on our own.”
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Asmo would like to think that he had perfected the fake smile to the point he could keep it up for an indeterminate amount of time.
“MC! Try this!”
Yet the corners of his mouth twitched as he watched one of your friends, who happened to be a store clerk at Majolish, open the door to your dressing room to hand you another outfit they had picked out. And it wasn’t a bad outfit--!
Just...did they have to keep opening the door every single time?
Granted, he shouldn’t be in your dressing room in the first place but he insisted he would stay since you were only trying some shirts on! It wasn’t like he was seeing anything inappropriate and your pants were staying on the entire time.
This sight was okay for him because he was your demon and you were his master.
So it wasn’t right that some random nobody kept coming in to hand you shirts that they thought looked cute on you! That’s what you had Asmo for!
Yet here he was, secluded to sit down on the little chairs that someone would usually toss the unwanted clothes they wouldn’t buy. Which was already doing horrible things for his self-esteem.
“I learned a couple of things by working here. See? The color really matches your hair.”
The Avatar of Lust scoffs when he hears that. What exactly did the demon learn? How to match colors? Oh look, someone learned the basics of the color wheel, someone give them a medal.
“And since you are wearing something long at the bottom, it’s only fair that you go with something short on top.”
This demon is going to win an award for making basic observations, Asmo could already see it. What a future they had ahead of them.
“These colors are summery too so...it goes great with the weather!”
Oh he wants to gag, Asmo’s heard enough.
“You don’t think it’s too revealing? I do like the color though…”
Before the demon can answer, Asmo grabs your shoulders and pulls you back to him with a smile as he makes you look in the mirror.
“I think it’s revealing enough for the summer look you are going for...except can you maybe get it in a light pastel? Any color would do it just needs to be a pastel color if we want it to go with the light color of your bottoms.”
The demon deflates at the sudden lack of contact with you but nods as they step out, waving goodbye and stating once again how ‘gorgeous’ you looked. Which Asmo guessed was the only compliment they had in their arsenal.
Gorgeous didn’t even begin to describe you.
“I did like this color, Asmo. Does it not look good?”
“No it looks perfect on you! But--”
He tugs on the floral print top and smiles as he wraps his arms around your shoulders.
“Floral prints are extremely last season and I want you to be on a more neutral type of clothing. Just simple colors. This way we can add some jewelry--some of my own creation of course.”
Asmo smiles when you giggle, fixing your top and looking at yourself in the mirror a couple more times as you mumble to yourself about how Devildom summers seem rather temperate compared to the ones you were used to and how you wouldn’t need anything sleeveless.
Damn the Devildom summers, if they could even be called that at all.
His ears twitch as he hears the pest start to make their way back, Asmo’s smile dropping slowly as he looks down at your neck. This was the spot they kept staring at, wasn’t it? Shame it wasn’t decorated--
But he could fix that~ “I found some other colors that would go well with you MC, do you want to--”
Asmo’s teeth are right on your neck, turning to look back at the clerk with a smile and a little wave as he hums at the way you clench and unclench your fingers while looking at him through the mirror, wanting to ask just why he was doing this but the pain keeping you quiet. It was cute how much you were hurting but how you were doing absolutely nothing to stop him. This could technically mean that you approved of what he was doing, correct?
He lets go as the clerk immediately closes the door, you calling out for your friend but Asmo brings you back and makes you look at the mirror one more time.
“There we go. That’s a pretty mark, right MC? An Asmodeus Limited Edition item, just for you~”
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If this kept happening, Beel was going to eat this demon.
“You need to try some Devildom food, MC! I promise it's good!”
Beel stomach growls again as you laugh, ignoring the parfait in front of you. He gives you a tap on the shoulder and your attention is right back to him. “Oh sorry, Beel. Here!” You scoop up the delicious frozen treat and feed it to him, Beel smiling as he takes another two bites of his hamburger and watches you and your friend talk. He actually had no idea that you had any friends in RAD and was happy to see that at least some demons were treating you nicely, compared to theo ones who had teased you when you first arrived.
Well he said teased, more like threatened to eat you.
He figured you would make friends fast though, you were nice and all the demons here were already attracted to human souls so it was bound to happen that one of them would have the courage to talk to you.
Yet this one seemed rather...eager.
“How about this. Hell’s Kitchen serves good food but I know this awesome corner in the wall place we can get some grilled bat sandwiches. Guts and everything.”
His stomach growls again, he knew of the place this demon was talking about and would most likely want to take you there himself if you ever asked.
Beel takes another two bites before waiting for you to feed him the parfait.
He frowns and stares at you again, the demon keeping your attention all to himself as you spoke about how you didn’t necessarily want to eat anything with guts in it. His eyes went to the parfait, watching some of the perfectly placed scoops slowly melt and droop down on the plate.
MC, pay attention to him!
This was his time with you! He didn’t mind if someone else stepped in and he was glad you were making friends but this demon was interrupting his mealtime!
He ate his burger, you fed him ice-cream, this is how it had always worked!
People could say what they wanted but Beel was a creature of habit, and he was in the habit of having you feed him.
Not just that, he was in the habit of having your attention all on him when it was his time to hang out with you.
Wasn’t this demon just being a bother? Didn’t you also want them gone?
They kept talking about all the stuff that clearly grossed you out, seemingly delighted with your reactions as they kept trying to egg you on to say yes to an outing. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were smiling the entire time, Beel would have already made the move to unhinging his jaw and--
“I promise I’ll treat you to the best ghost pepper pizza you’ve ever had. You’re free after this, right?”
Beel’s stomach growls, whether in hunger or anger Beel wouldn’t be able to say. All he knows is that this demon is bad news for both him and you.
So what would be the quickest way to make him back off?
“I’m not but I can take a raincheck--!”
You drop the spoon you were holding as Beel bites your cheek, throwing the demon one quick glimpse before letting out a few sounds that seemed to make up your name. The demon stares at you and Beel as the Avatar of Gluttony pulls away from you, licking his lips as you slowly put a hand on your cheek and turn to look at him.
“The parfait is gonna melt. I want another bite.”
Eyes turn to the demon once again, Beel frowning as he takes a hold of your hand underneath the table.
“Please leave. If MC is going to eat Devildom food then they’ll eat it with me. The only thing you are going to do is gross them out.”
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“So what did you want to talk about?”
Belphie frowned as your fingers gently played with his hair. That is not what he had asked for when he asked to lay on your lap. Belphegor wanted the usual way you would comb through his hair, both of you gently whispering to each other as the planetarium ambience lulled him to sleep.
“Well...uhm...I wanted to ask something important.”
And who the hell was this person? He peeked up to look at you smiling at the screen, frowning that you still didn’t seem to notice you were doing a shit job at giving him the attention he needed. Whoever this was had been on the line with you for a good solid ten minutes, talking about useless subjects such as their day and what they had for lunch. If anything, Belphegor had no idea how this thing was taking your attention. You were doing most of the talking anyway, they should just hang up and leave you alone to pay attention to your demon.
“We’ve known each other for a while.”
Belphegor most likely knew MC for longer...maybe.
“And honestly I haven’t met a human like you before. You just...I just expected humans to be something and you aren’t that so it threw me off.”
The Avatar of Sloth yawns as he buries his head in your lap, smiling at the darkness he found in the small crook of your thighs. He yawns again and closes his eyes to try and fall asleep but the grating voice of the demon on the phone was sending nothing but warning signals to his brain.
“So I wanted to ask something I didn’t think I would ask a human before.”
He really wanted to yell ‘get to the point’ or ‘hang up the phone’ but he knew that you would most likely shush him and tell him to be patient, which would then result in you gently pushing him away so you could talk somewhere more private. And he wasn’t ready to lose his favourite pillow just yet.
So he continued listening, tracing random shapes on your thighs as he felt his eyelids start to droop.
“I know you have seven pacts already…”
Damn straight.
“But would an eight be too much for you?”
That wakes Belphegor right up, eyes wide open and head turned to face up at you to see your reaction. Of course you would be surprised, this demon really had the guts to ask the current master of the Seven deadliest demons in the Devildom for a pact?
You better be grateful that Belphegor found comfort in your lap and would prefer to stay here, rather than go break the neck of the demon insolent enough to try to take his master away.
So go ahead, reject him.
“A pact? With me?”
What were you doing?
Don’t give him such a hopeful answer! Belphegor had to share you with six other demons constantly and those demons were his siblings! He was okay sharing with Beel but he drew the line at anyone else! Adding an eighth demon to that would be like asking for a bloodbath, a bloodbath with only one target.
Belphegor frowned as the demon started talking again, stuttering and jumping over his words like he was a dog who asked to eat their masters table. Which essentially he was, not like there was room for him anyway.
“I know I’m not like those brothers--”
Damn straight.
“But making a pact with you would make me really happy...is what I am trying to say.”
He wants to gag.
A part of him couldn’t blame the demon, you were perhaps the best master a demon could ask for, but you were already t a k e n.
And you were to blame too, you know?
You weren’t rejecting him like you should. The face you were making was far too surprised and flattered at the proposition given to you. Were you that greedy? Had Mammon rubbed off on you? You had seven of the most powerful demons under your command, what more could you possibly want?
As a master, you were doing a bad job at rejecting this insect and an even more horrible job at not paying attention to the actual demon you were tied to.
He turns his head back to the darkness of your thighs, feeling you shift as you also struggle to find an answer. This was becoming too much, if Belphegor didn’t act fast you were most likely going to say yes, just because you didn’t know any better!
Fuck it, you could try to push him off but Belphegor would hold on tightly, he had to save you from your mistake.
“Uhm. Well that is honestly really flattering. And eight pacts wouldn’t be so bad--”
You slap a hand over your mouth, your teeth biting into your tongue as you look down at the demon nipping at the inside of your thigh. Belphie looks up innocently, batting his eyelashes at you as he bites down a little harder--
Fingers hurry to end the call as Belphegor quickly lets go, smiling as you gape down at him.
“I was in the middle of a call!”
“I know.”
“Then what was that about!?”
The Avatar of Sloth shrugs as he closes his eyes.
“You weren’t paying attention to me. It made me mad.”
You sigh and lean back, Belphegor waiting for a few moments before smiling as he feels your fingers combing through his hair.
“Next time,just talk to me, Belphegor.”
He would have answered, but that would make him promise something he most likely was not going to do.
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pixiemon · 2 months ago
If you're still taking requests,
I'll like to request something fluffy with Levi and Beel. It can be a hc! A s/o that loves to touch their tails, wings and horns when they have a chance!
𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀 ☽ 𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝖾
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𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄 . . . what levi & beel are like with a touchy s/o.
𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 . . . leviathan & beelzebub.
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 . . . gn!reader + fluff.
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levi is generally not accustomed to physical touch, so he’s going to be hesitant and jumpy, no matter where you touch him.
he’s not in his demon form often, but when he is, he loves it when you coddle him & compliment all of his reptilian features.
his favourite places to be touched are his tail & scales; ironically, they’re the features he’s the most insecure about.
he hates that the rest of his brothers have more ‘normal’ or ‘cooler’ looking demon forms, he feels like he got stuck with the short end of the stick with his design.
when he hears how fascinated you are with his horns & tail, he flushes the brightest shade of red you’ve ever seen.
nobody has ever really shown interest in his demon features, with the exception of you, so his stomach fills with butterflies when you ask to see it.
he literally melts under your touch when your palm caresses the textured expanse of his tail, or when you kiss every individual scale on his neck & shoulders.
not that you don’t make him feel special in his regular form, but it makes him feel so loved when you show appreciation for all aspects of his demon form.
don’t get me wrong, he’s still so embarrassed about it & probably won’t admit it aloud, but his body language clearly tells you how much he enjoys it.
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beel adores how affectionate you are, there isn’t a moment in the world where your touch doesn’t soothe him or make him feel like he’s loved.
when you ask him if you can see his demon form, he kinda questions the reason behind your question, but who is he to deny a polite request from you?
he shudders when you reach up to touch his horns, reassuring you that it doesn’t hurt him, they’re just overly sensitive.
you nod in understanding, ensuring that you touch him very gently, fingertips softly grazing the crevices of his horns.
he enjoys it when you kiss his horns & trail your hands along the tattoo on his bicep, it makes his heart beat out of his chest.
his face goes entirely red at your actions & he gazes down at you with such love in his eyes.
he smiles so brightly, comparable to the sun in the human world, leaning down to kiss your lips sweetly.
he asks you to touch him more, then immediately back tracks when he realises how suggestive it sounded.
you giggle & caress the soft skin of his cheeks, assuring him that you understand what he meant.
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leviathans-watching · 7 months ago
Brothers or datables with an MC who’s given everyone but them a nickname? Or refers to them as endearments like honey,sweetie,dear etc?
finally calling them by a pet name
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includes: brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
wc: 1k | rated g | m.list
a/n: this was such a cute ask and turned out longer than my normal ones! also we're back to fluffy goodness! thank you for requesting! as always, my inbox is open to chat or req!
pls reblog <3
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➳ lucifer clears his throat. “was it something i did?” you look up, brows furrowed. “what?” “you obviously don’t like me as much as the others and i want to understand why so i can rectify my behavior immediately.” he almost can’t bear to look in your eyes, yet he does, nervous for your reply. “is this about the nicknames?” at his nod, you can’t help but chuckle a little, scrubbing your face with your hand. “i’m sorry that i gave you that impression. i just was hesitant to call you by something other than your name as it seemed like something you wouldn't appreciate. i’d love to give you a nickname if you’re okay with that.” lucifer’s stunned. that’s all it was? quickly agreeing, lucifer feels much better after your conversation and infinitely better next time you breeze past him with a ‘coming through, darling’.
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➳ mammon pouts, watching you shower asmo and levi with pet names and nicknames. he was your first man, the great mammon, and yet, you never called him by anything like that. it wasn’t fair! noticing his sour mood, you come over, gently asking what’s wrong. “why don’t i get a nickname like them?” mammon whines. “do ya not love me the same?”  for all of his theatricality, you’re able to see the genuine hurt underneath it all. “oh, no, mammon,” you say, sweeping him into a hug. “nothing like that. i just haven’t found one i like yet! that’s all, i swear.” reassured, mammon almost feels a little silly. of course that was all it was. it takes a few more days, but when you ask him to get you something with a ‘please, sweetpea’, he moves faster than he has in a millennium.
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➳ levi can almost feel his envy like a physical thing, coiled hotly in his gut. he watches as mammon leans into your praise, the pet name no doubt sounding like music to ears. to levi, it sounds horrible. why doesn’t he get a pet name? is he not good enough? oh, he knew you could never love someone like him. too caught up in his pity party, he misses you talking to him and is only brought out of his thoughts by your hand on his shoulder. “hey, hon, are you okay? i called your name like, five times.” hon? is that his? it’s perfect. realizing he still hadn’t answered you, levi snaps out of it. “o-oh, i’m fine. can you call me that again?” “what, hon?” at his eager nod, you laugh. “sure, hon. consider it done.”
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➳ satan can’t focus on his book, not with you right there, calling lucifer honey, of all things. the great avatar of pride, reduced to honey! it was laughable. sort of. as much as he’d never admit it, he longed to be granted a nickname, much like everyone else. in all of the books he had read, pet names and nicknames were signs of trust, of love, and yet, here he was, without one. snapping his book shut with a huff, he pulled himself up, storming out of the living room. “what’s up with him?” you ask, but he doesn’t hear the reply. it’s only a few minutes before you find him, though. he really should put some time toward making new hiding spots. “satan,” you say. no response. remembering what asmo had explained as the reason for satan storming off, you try a new tactic. “baby.” the creation is instantaneous. his face reddens, and he slowly looks over at you. “if you wanted a pet name why didn't you just say something?” he pretty much doesn’t hear you, his mind echoing ‘baby, baby’ back at him.
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➳ asmo dramatically falls onto his bed, face screwed up, if he had to listen to one more minute of you cooing over all o the rest of those- those traitors, then he’s surely puke! as soon as you age them a nickname they were gone, firmly placed under your honeyed spell. and it wasn’t fair! he wanted to be there too, and he would go, happily, but for whatever reason, you still hadn’t called him a nickname! a knock on his door startles him, and a moment later, your head hesitantly pokes through the doorway. “asmo? are you okay?” childishly, asmo turns his head away from you, muttering a no. undeterred, you climb up beside him, flopping down. “what’s going on?” you wait patiently, and finally, when asmo explains the situation, you apologize. “sorry, i never realized. i’ll make an effort to call you by a pet name from now on. how does ‘gorgeous’ sound?”
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➳ beel frowns, rubbing his neck. “can you call m a nickname like you do everyone else?” the question comes out of nowhere, and you gape at him, trying to see where he’s coming from. “what?” “you call all of my brothers by a pet name but you haven’t ever done that to me.” realization dawns on you and your face falls as you think about it, and yep, he’s right. you’ve never called him by a nickname. “i’m sorry, beel. thank you for bringing it up with me, otherwise, it might have taken me a while to realize it.” you hug him, and the situation seems much better in beel's eyes, especially when you continue to call him ‘handsome’ whenever you talk to him.
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➳ belphie knows it’s fair, knows you have a good reason not to grant him with a term of endearment like the others, yet it still burns, something still aches inside of him whenever he hears one of the others get called ‘sweetheart’ or ‘cutie’. he wants, so badly, to ask you to give him a nickname, but he can’t, not with everything that’s happened between you two. your relationship just isn’t there yet, and he has to accept it. so he somewhat puts it out of his mind, meaning he’s not prepared when out of the blue you say “hey, pudding, do you mind passing the salt?” “me?” you laugh. “yeah, you. who else would i be talking to?” it’s a good point; you two are the only ones in the kitchen. he’s elated, of course, but really, pudding?
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cactus-stories · 4 months ago
The Obey Me! Boys and the type of affection they enjoy the most
Brothers x MC || Fluff
TW: none
So I was bored and wanted to write some more for the OM! Boys, and I love me some fluff sooooo... Also I'm really sorry but I don't really know how to write for Lucifer and honestly I'm not his biggest fan so this might not be very good lmao
Lucifer: If you find out his schedule, make sure to make life easier for him. Maybe you'll wanna find out how he likes his coffee and make some for him when you know he's coming back from a meeting with Diavolo. Give him a nice shoulder massage while he works on paperwork and watch as he finally relax for the first time in he day, pulling your hands to kiss them and thank you for being there.
Mammon: This man is so touch starved, please MC give him cuddles and run your fingers through his hair, hug him and kiss his cheeks. He'll act annoyed at first, but you'll notice him leaning into your touch almost like a kitty. He'll return your affection with gifts and make sure to seek you out when he's feeling down, specially if you confront his brothers when they offend him.
Levi: He's shy. Absurdly shy, but he'll open up to you as soon as you show interest in his hobbies. Watch him light up the room with his smile as he shows you his Ruri-chan collectibles, ask questions about TSL and softly lean into him while you watch him play. I promise he'll love it, and he might even offer to get some more co-op games for you guys to enjoy.
Satan: The best time you guys have together is in his room, in the most innocent way possible. You'll lay down in his bed, his head on your lap as he happily goes through his latest book, a tea set and some biscuits on the table next to you. You trace small circles on his chest with your fingers and boop his nose softly, he'll want to return the favour and sometimes you guys change places, but most of the time he reads out loud for you.
Asmo: Anything you do he'll absolutely cherish. But if you want him to really enjoy your time together, take him shopping or do a self-care routine, paint your nails with him while you guys wear face masks. He'll be sure to make you the most fashionable person with the prettiesst skin and nails in return.
Beel: COOK. HIM. FOOD. My man will love you forever if you show up to him with homemade goodies. Compliment him on his body shape while you sit on his lap and kiss his forehead, Beel will instantly melt with this. He'll make sure to show his appreciation and hug you tightly agains his body while praising you.
Belphie: Grab a pile of blankets and pillows and go to the planetarium with him, You guys can cuddle under the stars and you can whisper praise in his ear or sing for him as he falls asleep. Make sure to make him as comfy as possible and he'll be sure to hold you close, a smile on his face as you guys fall asleep.
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lorkai · 7 days ago
I'd love to request Mammon, Satan, and Levi where readers on their period and having terrible cramps.
I have a tilted uterus, which can cause my cramps to spread to my legs, my worst ones can spread down to my ankles.
A/N: Oh dear, I've done a little research on this and it can be quite painful. I hope these headcanons serve as a form of comfort for you and that you enjoy them! I didn't include the reader having a tilted uterus because you didn't mention whether or not you wanted it in the request, but if you want I can edit it! :)
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Mammon can be dense or slow with many things. Except he really does pay attention to you, even if he's never going to admit it, you're the most precious person he's ever had after all. He wants to admire you for a few seconds, that's all! But he can see the way you're shivering in place and holding your stomach tightly, like you're in intense pain. He's super worried, especially if you don't tell him what's going on. He tries to convince Lucifer to let you skip school and lighten your workload, but he fails. Poor boyo is doing everything he can to help you whether or not you say you're on your period.
Honestly he doesn't know much about periods and why they happen, and honestly he's panicking, you're bleeding for a really weird place that shouldn't bleed! Anyway for you he will sit down and learn as much as he can about the subject. And since he's your first it's only fair if he buys you pain medicine, pads or tampons, lots of water bottles and candy. He can also massage your feet, back and abdomen if it hurts a lot. 
And he doesn't really know if doing all of that helps, but he'd do it all over again just to see you smile a little instead of hearing you grunt in pain every five minutes and tossing and turning in bed with the cramps from hell. You know... If you ask him to cuddle you he'll accept, of course, he's your first one, it's only fair for him to do that. Don't ask anyone else please mc. 
Leviathan rarely notices anything other than the games he plays so diligently. But he's going to realize that something happened to you eventually if you don't respond to his various texts, he's likely to grumble all the way to your room and have a sour expression on his face after all you abandoned your anime marathon with him, but that will disappear when you open the door and he sees your face filled with pain. He was the general of the Celestial Realm before and is now the admiral of the Devildom navy, he knows how to treat wounds and stuff like that, he even knows spells to stop cramps, so he'll ask you some questions about how you feel, trying find out what is wrong. 
For someone like Levi who consumes a lot of manga, games and anime it's not uncommon for him to know what you're going through as soon as you tell him you're on your period, but it's just so weird for him. He swore he thought this whole period thing was just an anime cliché or something. It's real? Are you bleeding... from that place? You're not going to die, are you?
Levi does what you ask, even though he's feeling more ashamed than you are at all times. And if you want to cuddle him or have him sing you a song to put you to sleep, he'll combust instantly. His heart can only take so much. Still, when he's comfortable with the situation and is sure you're not going to die from internal bleeding he'll softly hum the TLS opening while rubbing your belly gently. He may whisper an "I love you MC" very quietly when he's sure you've slept.
Satan knows a lot about a lot of different subjects, and he's also the calmest and most observant of his brothers. He knows you're not okay just by the way you're walking to the breakfast table, the rigid way you're sitting is also another indication that something is wrong with you. He'll probably call you over to chat away from the prying ears of his brothers to give you some pain medicine. Whether or not you tell him about your period, he will be there to remind you to rest and drink plenty of water.
You might not realize it and he really wants you not to, but Satan is checking on you during classes and break to make sure you're okay. Sweet boy won't hesitate to pull you somewhere more secluded if he sees your condition getting worse and he'll drag you home if you're stubborn enough to say you're not okay, you were the first human that he really liked, so he wants to help you and has the best of intentions, cooperate with him a little bit, MC!
Still, he's a little fascinated with human anatomy. He will probably study a little more about it later, for now he gives you all the support you need and does his best to keep your pain and mood intact. And if you're a cat-loving person, you can bet he'll sneak a cat into the house to comfort you, after all cats are cute and their purr puts people at ease, did you know that, MC?
All in all, he'll fluff your pillows and listen to you vent if you wants to. His company is quiet and gentle, reading to you in a low, quiet voice as he holds your hand and rubs his thumb over your skin. If there's something you want him to do, he'll do it. Mostly getting under the covers and cuddling you until the two of you are a mess of limbs curled over each other.
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For the new characters, they react to MC tempting them for a kiss underneath the mistletoe, since the Christmas season has already started? (It would also be way funny if the boys saw this and got INSTANTLY jealous)
So I already the new characters so I’ll do the brothers reacting! (Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays/happy Hanukah!)
Is pissed if it’s Raphael or Mephistopheles, if it’s Thirteen he’s jealous but at least he doesn’t have a rivalry with them
Tries to (not so) subtly call you over saying he needs to talk to you as a attempt to stop the kiss
He’s bitchy for a day or two afterwards because he just got cucked and he isn’t sure if it was intentional
Then yeets himself at whoever is about to kiss you and tries to take their place, but you notify him it doesn’t work that way
He’s respectful of tradition but he’s crying in the corner because he wants to be the only one who gets to kiss you
Is extremely clingy afterwards because you are his human! (He may also threaten the person when you’re not looking, he immediately gets in a fight and you need to save him)
This HAS to be a dream
He is quietly sobbing because he’s devastated and proud of you at the same time
He doesn’t like this normie nonsense but he’s impressed by your confidence!
Walks over and pretends he didn’t see it then ask if you’d like to play your favorite game with him
He flips out and shifts into his demon form ready to fight to get your attention, but he is quickly dragged off by Lucifer
He tears apart his room by the time you check on him and he demands you kiss him since you kissed the other person with just the excuse of a plant
He’s low key insecure because you just did something intimate with another person in front of him
He’s all for it, hell, he even ask if he can kiss the two of you as well, the more the merrier, right?
Is upset when the person you kissed declines and walks away. But as soon as you tell him about the mistletoe he gets an idea
Puts a mistletoe in the doorway of his room so you have to kiss him to enter the room
He freezes and is heartbroken for a second. He’s not a fool, he noticed how quick the kiss was and how you walked away immediately
He quickly ask about it and as soon as you explain it he is relived and ask for a hug to make him feel better
He hugs you and gives you a few kisses, he needs some to feel better ok?
He wakes up instantly and shouts at the person to get away from you, only for you to tell him about the plant
He gets very clingy and that night he is glued to your side, cuddling you and growling at anyone who gets too close
You notice the next day all the mistletoes have been torn down and thrown away and Belphie is seemingly proud of himself
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deru-shigaraki · 6 months ago
Yandere Leviathan (obey me one shot)~Smut warning
You weren't happy with the arrangement. It was ridiculous that your mother was moving in with her new boyfriend so soon. Not that you didn't believe that she was happy. You've never seen your mom act this way. She was like a dizzy teenager, so love struck. Their honeymoon phase was striking hard and it cute yet somewhat disturbing. You hadn't minded them spending all of their time together. It gave you the opportunity to indulge in a new found freedom. Your mother used to be fixated on your social life, making it hard for you to do your own thing. However that beautiful privilege was going to be taken from you. It was cold the evening you had finally gotten settled in. You weren't the type to complain. You were a go with the flow type of girl. However going from your usual carefree lifestyle to having to share a room with someone was the icing on the top of a fucked up cake. Leviathan was the son of a friend of your mothers boyfriend. He had been staying with him for a few years due to family drama. When you ended up coming to stay as well, there were no other rooms, meaning that the two of you, practically strangers, had to share a living space. You had met Leviathan multiple times before, but it could hardly be considered meeting, given the fact that he hadn't made any effort into speaking to you. Even now as you made busy organizing your side of the room, he only glanced. You realized really quick that he rarely took his eyes off his game, but when he did, his glaze was fixed on you. It was creepy to say the least. You didn't like him already, and him acting creepy wasn't helping you adjust at all. Levi did his schooling online, meaning that when you left for classes during the day, he stayed behind. It hadn't crossed your mind that something weird could happen until you started noticing that a few of your things had gone missing. Articles of clothing mostly. You doubted he was stealing your clothes to wear them so you had dismissed it as being your imagination but even so, it placed a heavy bit of doubt in you. Coming home from school was always awkward. Both of the adults worked late and then would stay out together even later, meaning that it was just the two of you for hours until you went to bed. Today was no different. You sat in your bed, reading a book. Levi was on the floor in front of his tv, playing video games peacefully until the my hero academia theme song sounded off on his phone. You chuckled at his cute ringtone. He blushed lightly, glaring at you as he answered. "That mom and dad?" You asked and he shook his head standing up. "Girlfriend." He muttered before leaving the room for more privacy. You didn't think anything of it. You knew that he had a long distance relationship with some chick on the internet. That was it. He wasn't much of a talker in the first place so opening up about his love life wasn't something you had expected. Much like the sob that interrupted your chapter. You looked up from your paper back and stare in the direction of the slightly cracked door. Out in the hall you could hear Leviathan's voice. You were surprised, never hearing him get so loud. His tone was distressed, whatever she was telling him must not have been good. You didn't want to eavesdrop but a part of you was way too interested in what was going down. You put a piece of scrap paper into your book and set it down before sliding off of your bed silently. You didn't want to alert him. It would just be a little listen and then you'd hurry back to your bed before he even knew it. Though you wish you hadn't had that idea. You couldn't quite make out with what his girlfriend was saying but after hearing Leviathan response with: "Why? What have I done? Please don't do this! Think about it, you love me, and I love you." Listening was one thing you could have scolded yourself on, but you ignored even that and took a peak out the cracked door. Leviathan was pacing back and fourth, his body trembling in what you guessed as anger or maybe intense sadness. As soon as the call was over, he dropped his phone before balling his hand into a fist, striking the wall with an aggressive punch. You gasped as he repeated the action, again and again. As soon as he started to use both of his hands, you decided enough was enough. You rushed out into the hall way and grabbed his shoulder. He pushed you back. "Stay away from me brat!" He shouted and you paused. Your eyes were wide, staring at his bruising knuckles. You glanced back and forth from his hands to his eyes, feeling like you were about to cry with him. Leviathan sighed, closing his eyes and tucking his hands in his hoodie pockets. He muttered an apology before pushing past you, entering the room. You followed him, not trying to get in his face but you wanted to help, or at least wanted to know the drama. Leviathan was laying down on his bed, body sprawled out on his back. He was obviously suffering over what had happened. You weren't exactly sure what you were going to do about it. You sat yourself next to him. He glared at you before reaching up to cover his face with his hands. He tried to hide his wet eyes and red face but you could clearly see the way he was trembling. You didn't want him to be upset. It was going to be a few hours before you were going to bed and you didn't want to have to sit an awkwardness. You scooted closer to him before laying down next to your roommate. You waited a moment before speaking. "Sooo, do you wanna talk about it?" You asked and her growled before turning over onto his side, facing away from you. He gave a few angry sniffles before letting his guard drop just a small bit. "My girlfriend broke up with me..." You gave a little nod to yourself. "Yep...Do you-" "She said I was too clingy! How!?" Levi rolled over, startling you as he continued. "How could I be controlling her from across the ocean?! How big does she think My bank account is that she's accusing me of hacking her phone!?" You attempted to throw in your two sense, however he wasn't giving you the chance, continuing to get worked up, his body was leaning into your personal space more and more. "It's not hacking if I correctly guess a password to something!" You quirked an eyebrow, slightly amused by his tantrum. Leviathan then started getting a little too close, his leg swinging over your body. "If I was hacking her, she would have never even known!" He added, now straddling your hips. For you that was crossing the line and you had reached up to push him off before he caught your hands in his. "I would have done anything for her! I deleted her friends to protect her, I leveled up by body!" He growled the last part, lifting up his shirt, surprising you with actual abs underneath his layers of clothes. He forced your hand up against him and your face flushed with confusion as well as embarrassment. "This was going to be hers." He tipped his head back in thought, closing his eyes and moaning softly. His fingers were firm, holding your hand securely against his body. You were starting to shake, not sure how to react to this. Your mouth twitched, wondering what to say. He was getting a bit lost in his own mind. His hips were relaxing into you, making you feel even more uncomfortable. You had to stop this, it felt out of place, wrong even. You cleared your throat and pulled your hand away from him. As this he responded with a look of realization. He looked down at you for a moment before sighing deeply and dropping his hoodie. "I'm sorry...." He dropped his upper body down, his arms holding him up as he stared down into your face. You nibbled at your bottom lip. "It's fine, Just try and take your mind off of it, how about we play your games or something?" You suggested and his cheeks brightened up. "You'd play with me?" His voice cracked slightly, but you pretended not to hear it. He sat up, rushing to get controllers for the two of you. It was possibly the oddest night of your life. Levi was attached to your hip, leaning up against you while you both played on the tv. It wasn't that bad, you figured he just needed a friend to get his mind off of the breakup. It wasn't that much of a hassle to look after him. It only started getting really weird when it was getting later into the night. You were feeling a bit sleepy and he noticed. "Bed?" He asked and you nodded, standing up, and grabbing a set of clothes to change into. You went to the bathroom, slipping on a pair of shorts and a tank top. Coming back you caught a glimpse of Levi stripping. You scolded yourself for peaking. It was so wrong to spy on him. You just couldn't believe that he was that fit. You never seen him exercise, where did that body come from. You waited for him to put on something more than a tee shirt and boxers. After a minute or so of him just waiting there, you realized that he wasn't planning on putting on pants. You were confused as to what he was up to. He always slept with a hoodie and sweatpants. This was the least amount go clothes you've ever seen him in. Not only that but he was also fixing his hair. It was incredibly strange but that didn't stop you from walking in to your room. You tried to act like you didn't notice his eyes staring at you as you crawled into your bed. He stood there, in the middle of your room, rubbing at his wrist nervously. You laid there on top of your covers waiting. "Um...You can turn off the lights, I'm just gonna crash-" "Could we talk some more?...I mean if you wanna sleep that's fine, But I'd like to vent a bit more." Your eye twitched, out of exaughstion and of slight concern as to where this was going to go. You decided not to be rude and said sure. Much to your surprise he slapped the lights off and threw himself into your bed, his body scooting in close to you. His face was blushing as hard as yours was. "Wouldn't you be more comfy on your own bed? Mine is kinda small." You suggested but he didn't make a move to get up. He only scooted towards you, pressing his legs against yours. You closed your eyes, tight at first, just embarrassed by him acting weird towards you. However after awhile you found yourself leaning into his hand as he stroked you hair, opening your legs so that he could tangle his with yours. You were far too sleepy to put up much of a fight as he wrapped himself around you, hugging you in your sleep. It was warm, so warm and so comfy. Your head against his chest, his heart beat steady and soothing. You passed out soon after he started to hum to you. In the morning you woke up alone. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, for a split second wondering if maybe you had dreamt up that whole thing. You carried on with your morning runtime. Gettin ready for school, putting on makeup, getting dressed, doing your hair. It seemed like a normal morning, until you walked down the stairs. The smell hit you instantly. The sweet aroma of syrup and the yummy scent of waffles greeted you as you entered the kitchen. You were completely shocked seeing Levi standing there. He had his back turned to you, unloading waffles from the maker. He was listening to a soft anime soundtrack playlist as he cooked. He was wearing the boxers he had slept in, but now he had on a shirt. When he finally turned, you realized that he also had on an apron as well. It was a purple one, a shade lighter than his hair. He had a plate of waffles in one hand and a bowl of fruit in the other. "MC! You're up! Good, I just finished breakfast." He set the food down, offering you syrup and a glass of juice. You sat down, a little concerned with his rapid change of pace. He was never up this early, you had stepped over his sleeping body a dozen times before in the morning, yet here he was. For no reason that you could see other than that he wanted to feed you. You watched as he made you a plate. He took his time in placing fruits in certain spots in your waffles, covering them with syrup. He then set the plate in front of you, taking the seat beside you. You reached for your fork, noticing how Levi was staring at you. Trying not to let it bother you, you just started to eating. After a few moments of stuffing your face and looking at your phone you looked up, Levi coughing you off guard. He leaned into you, closing his eyes as he licked the side of your mouth. You panicked, pushing him back and getting off of your chair to avoid him. Levi also stood and rushed towards you. "MC, What's wrong?!" He looked concerned, trying to get close to you, but you refused to let him in your space. You circled the kitchen's counter. "N-no, stay back." You told him and Levi gave a hurt expression, his hands holding his chest as if you had stabbed him in the chest. "You're...mad at me?" His voice was quivering, almost making you feel sorry, but you couldn't. "You licked me." You hissed, crossing your arms over your chest. Levi frowned. "I was just..." He brought his hand up to his forehead, rubbing it angrily. As he continued to speak, you noticed how his voice was getting lower, almost more threatening. He cleared his throat, eyes closed tight as if he was trying to hold back a ton of aggression, and yet you could hear the frustration in his voice. "I'm sorry..." He spit out, taking a breath, finally looking up at you with glossy eyes. He slowly started to inch closer towards you. "You just looked so, cute...I couldn't help it." He mumbled and you shook your head. "N-no, Levi, come on. You're being really weird, I'm just gonna go to school ok-" "No! You can't." He rushed towards you. You weren't fast enough to escape, his hands gripping your wrist, as he used his body to force you up against the wall. You yelped, hitting your head, not too hard but you cringed, making him curse. "Fuck! Are you alright?! I'm not trying to scare you, I just need you to understand." He panicked and you shut your eyes. "L-levi, You're just upset over your ex. I know that you're messed up right now, but you can't take out your feelings on me, you need some help, maybe you should talk to mom or someone-" "NO! Don't tell anyone, please, I only trust you. If you tell mom and dad, they are going to split the family up, they'd be so disappointed...You'll ruin the family." He threatened and you stared at him shocked. You struggled against him, Levi growling. "Stay home from school today, let's just stay in bed, cuddle like we did last night." he cooed, his hips now pressing into the lower half of your body. You started to tremble in fear, "Stop it Levi!" Your cries for mercy didn't do a damn thing, he just continued to grind himself against you. His face held a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. He was ashamed of what he was doing, a bright blush on his cheeks and apology in his eyes, but his growing erection was proof that it didn't matter to him, his body was reacting positively to you being defenseless against him. "MC, stay home with me~Please stay, please be with me." he begged and you just shook your head. "Leviathan, I-" He cut you off with a kiss. It was passionate and messy, his mouth forcing it's way inside of yours. You were panicking, the only way you knew how to stop it was by biting down on his tongue. You flinched as he drew back, stepping away from you as he spit out blood. "You....You hurt me..." He mumbled under his breath. You stood there, watching in fear as he thought out the situation. "You're such a bitch...I've worked so hard to be here with you...And you've ruined it." He glared at the table where your plate was still sitting along with the other breakfast supplies. "I had it so perfectly planned." He sounded heartbroken, his voice cracking slightly. He then turned back to you. "You're not even sorry...You ruined our breakfast together, and then you bit me!" he shouted, scaring you into backing away. He stalked towards you. " I didn't want it to be this way, I was so excited...there's only one thing that I'll except as an apology." He said darkly and you bolted. It was no use fighting him. As soon as he caught up to you, it was over. Levi was so much more stronger than you, and quick too. He's whole demeanor changed, his sweet persona new replaced with a cruel alter ego. He was treating you like a naughty pet, which was even stranger before in order for you to earn his forgiveness, he had wanted you to dress up for him, so that he could take pictures. You were terrified of the older boy in front of you. He was humming happily as he did your hair, putting it up in pigtails, adding on some cat ear clips to finish off the look. You looked up at him with a pleading expression, but at this point, he was in his own reality, not registering the situation at all. That's what made him unpredictable. "So cute!" He beamed, offering you his hands so he could pick you up off the floor. You glanced over to the mirror on the wall, gasping as you seen yourself. Levi had fully dressed you. You had a two piece on, a black and white maids top and a matching shirt, thigh highs going up your legs. You also noticed the tail that was pinned you your shirt. Levi was putting in some final touches. He crouched down in front of you, making sure your thigh highs were up all the way. He looked up at you with almost a loving expression. He then wrapped his arms around you legs, hugging you, his face burying into your thighs. You blushed as he held you. "I'm so glad it fits, I bought it a month ago, I figured you were a medium but by the way your curves are popping out, mm you might be a large~" He mumbled still snuggling you. You caught his words. "A month ago...You bought this for me?" You asked and Levi nodded. "Of course, I thought-...ha..." He stood, up his face red, caught in a lie. You frowned at him. "A month ago, you were still with your girlfriend...What do you mean you bought this for me?" You asked, your hands crossing over your chest. Levi scratched the back of his head nervously. "I had to make you comfortable with me...I knew that it was going to be hard, you moving in with a boy. I thought if I had a girlfriend, you might warm up to me faster, knowing that I wasn't going to do anything..." You stepped back, shocked. "I heard her on the phone, this whole time? You mean you faked it this whole time? I don't understand, why would you-" "Please don't be upset with me! I did it for you, I wanted you to relax before we got closer." he explained and you shook your head. "Levi, you're insane." You mumbled and he grabbed your shoulders. "MC. I'm in love with you. Ever since I seen your pictures, I knew I liked you, and getting to spend all this time, so close to you...It's not enough, I need you. I need you to accept me." he begged and you just shook your head. "This is crazy, you lied this whole time, to what? Make me your girlfriend?" He looked ashamed as you shook your head. "I don't like you that way...I have other boys I'm talking you-" "No." He growled. "I won't let you, I worked too hard." He wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you into him. You closed your eyes as he kissed your forehead. "Promise me, that you're mine...." He hugged you tightly. You shook your head. "No, Levi." You whispered and he started to laugh. You pushed away from his as soon as his hands released you, scared that his personality had switched. You yelped as he grabbed your wrist. He sat himself down in the chair in front of the mirror, pulling you onto his lap, without much effort. He had one arm wrapped around you, keeping your arms at your sides. You of course struggled but it was no use. He sighed, his other hand lifting up your skirt so the two of you could see the reflection of your panties in the mirror. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see yourself so venerable, so paralyzed in fear. He moaned, you yelping as his dick started to harden underneath you. "I refuse to let all of my hard work go down the drain. I won't let you get taken away from me by some fucking piece of garbage. Only one person deserves you and that's me." he growled in your ear. You were shaking, terrified as his free hand slipped underneath the skirt, his fingers dancing along the fabric of your panties. He felt the lips of your pussy through them, a wetness beginning to form. You hated yourself for getting turned on by his hands. His chin rested on your shoulder, kissing the side of your face as he watched himself in the mirror. "Lift your hips up for me~" He whispered into your ear. You were hesitant, but didn't have a choice, lifting yourself up, Levi making quick work of taking himself out of his pants, his dick free, now placed between your legs. Your pussy flooded at the feeling of his thick cock rubbing against the insides of your thighs. He pulled it up closer, urging you to close you legs around him. He then used his hips to push up into you, fucking your thighs, his mouth letting out little grunts as he fucked up into them. You felt so dirty, his precut dripping down the tip of his dick and leaking down onto your thighs. The slickness traveled down in between your legs, offering his cock more lube to go faster. He buried his face into your shoulder, groaning desperately. "Oh my god, you're so soft~Squeeze your legs tighter together." He ordered and you did as you were told, just hoping it would be done quicker. Your pussy was burning at the friction of his dick. You bit your lip, trying to hold in your own moans, you didn't want him to know that there was a portion of you that was really enjoying this, the way he felt, how big he was. You peaked at yourself in the mirror, seeing how much of a mess you were. Levi's eyes were closed, head tipping back as he moved his hips faster. "Fuck! I'm so close." He paused his movements, grabbing your thighs, and forcefully opening them, his hand grabbing your panties and pulling them aside. You started to panic! "Levi no! Not there! Please not there!" You begged, but he kept you held still, as his cock forced itself inside of you. You screamed feeling him bottom out, his dick twitching inside of you, your body not excepting the lack of movement, You needed him to move. You couldn't take it, you shamefully began to wiggle your hips, Levi's arm releasing you, your hands pressing against the mirror in front of you, your hips lifting and dropping onto his cock feverishly. You couldn't stop yourself, you didn't know what you were doing but the pleasure drove your movements. Levi was just as surprised, his face twisted in intense heat. He grunted as he thrusted up into you, meeting your pace. You were a moaning mess, screaming for him like a slut. You were so caught up in the feeling, that you hadn't noticed him pulling out his phone, taking pictures and short videos. When he felt himself again get close, he threw his phone down, giving your ass a hard slap before grabbing your hips, forcefully holding you down onto his cock as his orgasm gushed into you. You struggled against him, your body shaking, tears falling from your face. You looked at yourself in the mirror, completely embarrassed. Levi leaned back in the chair, his head tipped back, his cock still giving your spurts of lust, his cum starting to overflow your pussy, leaking down your legs. You looked over your shoulder at him with exhausted eyes. He smiled at you, giving a light pat to your thigh, "Up baby." he ordered, his voice soft as you struggled to stand. His dick made an obscene sound as you stood up. He tucked it back into his boxers. You whined as he lifted you up, carrying you to his bed. You clasped into the sheets, grabbing one of his pillows instinctively. You hugged it close to your chest, too sore to move. You felt so messy, so slutty. Levi on the other hand was acting as if nothing was happening, turning on his game, sitting on the bed next to you. You whined, getting his attention. He looked back at you, his hand resting on your head, petting your hair, taking out the cat ear clips. "You can get undressed if you'd like. I'm done for now." He explained. You used the last bit of your energy to strip from the outfit he had put you in. Levi looked back at you and smiled. "Sore?" He asked and you nodded. "You'll get use to it. I won't go so hard next time." he explained, making your stomach do flips. He was going to do this again...you really did belong to him. 
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delta-obeyme · a month ago
Insomniac anon here, hope you don't mind me requesting some quick headcannons with mammon and Levi again bouncing off the earlier ask?
Insomniac reader accidentally let's it slip that they sleep so well around them becuase they love and trust them more than others!
these somehow got way longer than originally planned oops. also not super proud of how these came out, but i hope you enjoy regardless :)
Insomniac Reader pt. 2
you let it slip in the worst situation possible (or the absolute best according to mammon and mammon alone)
you’re at the dinner table with everyone (minus levi, who’s in his room) eating after an extremely rough day.
you hadn’t slept with mammon for once since he found out, and it really came to kick you in the ass. After weeks of a more-normal sleep schedule (5+ hours of sleep is a win in your book) and your body seemed to have adjusted, so to be tossed back into your old sleeping habits was like a smack in the face. 
very, very little sleep. and no longer being used to it as well as you were before, you were basically a zombie the following day, unable to fully cope with the sudden change
mammon’s boasting about how well you sleep around him. yeah, it’s been literal weeks since he found out but he’s never gonna let it go. anything to hold above his brothers and rub it in that you actually like him in some capacity
after some back and forth between him and the rest of his brothers, one of them asks why you sleep so well with mammon. can’t you do better?
you don’t even know who asked, your sleep-deprived mind in a heavy fog. honestly, it’s a miracle you even processed what was said, let alone actually respond to it 
you pick at your food, tiredly mumbling out without thinking. “love him the most. trust him the most.” 
you end the sentence with a loud, drawn out yawn. you go back to picking at your food, unaware of the utter bomb you just casually dropped.
the hall grows deathly quiet.
then all hell breaks loose.
the brothers ascend on you in utter bewilderment. including mammon.
you can only stare in bewilderment at them as they speak (or yell) out their shocks and disbelief. your poor brain can barely keep up with all the stimuli, eyes darting back and forth frantically between all of the faces and the noise.
eventually, mammon ends up bringing the attention away from you (thank god) by covering up his complete shock and putting on the bravado once again
he boasts and boasts, much to the dismay of his brothers.
and no, he’s not touched or close to crying in joy you feel safest around him oh my god it’s not like his heart is beating rapidly at your confession you love him the most hoLY SHIT and his face feels like it’s on fire. absolutely not. of course you feel that way about the great mammon! who in their right mind wouldnt?! MARRY ME RN
after the chaos subsides, he drags you to his room, throws himself and you onto his bed and just. holds you as close as possible. its under the guise that you need sleep and he’s helping you since you could barely stay awake, but we all know thats not all.
regardless, you conk out real fast in his arms, and mammon has to suppress the great need to sequel in joy. he doesn't want to wake you, after all.
thankfully for everyone (mostly for levi) you let it slip when it’s just the two of you. (seriously, if you said that to him in front of literally anybody else he would have died on the spot)
you’re in his room to nobody’s surprise, playing videogames with him. it’s a game he’s been excited about and it has a multiplayer option, so who else would he ask to join him other than you?
the time ticks by much quicker than you’d like, and before you know it it’s late and tiredness is beginning to crawl into your mind and body.
levi notices, and pauses the game. “you can go sleep if you want! i can just go solo.”
you give him a sleepy smile, nodding. “mm, thanks,” you yawn, limbs stretching out as you do so. your controller rolls from your folded legs and lands onto the floor.
honestly? you don’t really feel like getting up, getting changed or brushing your teeth. so you don’t. you shift a bit, then plop your head right onto levi’s shoulder and snuggle in, getting comfortable.
he doesn’t really react to much, apart from the insane amount of blushing and tensing a little. you’ve done this numerous times before, and he’s grown (somewhat, at least) accustomed to it.
if anything, he actually looks forward to it. he would never tell you, but theres a reason that theres a sudden lack of pillows and blankets when you come to his room. the way your skin feels against him, the warmth and comfort and relaxed vibe of it all...
he wants it, even if hes a blushing mess about it
“why do you sleep so well around me?” he blurts it out without thinking, brain muddled by the way you feel cuddled next to him.
you nuzzle further into his shoulder, eyelids growing heavy. “love you a lot. feel the safest around you” you mumble into him quietly
levi.exe has stopped working. give him a minute, he needs a moment to process this information.
if you weren’t currently falling asleep on him you could see the exact moment it sinks in.
but alas, you are currently falling asleep, so you don’t notice.
rather, you are unceremoniously yeeted off of him as he quite literally jumps back in utter bewilderment and screeches out his surprise
he stammers out things that can barely be considered sentences. You can only make out bits and pieces of what comes out of his mouth at a rapid pace.
you spend the next 10 minutes sleepily trying to calm him down, which doesn’t really work. so you just plop yourself back onto him, lay your head on his lap and curl up.
it immediately shuts him up... for only a few seconds.
then hes back to rambling again, but hey at least he’s stopped moving and now you have a pillow so it’s a win in your book
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undying-vagabond · 3 months ago
🌸 flowers 🌼
Based on that tik tok saying "thanks for the flowers" to your partner
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still-a-morosexual-help · 23 days ago
Oh! How do you think happens others pacts? Now I agreee that will be more interesting if they've different >_>
I think with Beel it can be some kind of hug...
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Did this get long and graphic enough to become little mini fics? Yes.
* Asmo & Lucifer's parts from the previous post are expanded on
* Mild S3 spoilers for Mammon's one. If you know you know.
The Brothers, Pact Formation & Contact
1. Lucifer
Lucifer's pact formation was threatening. He was smugly telling them that he was going to be in control of them. Sneering it into their face. Taking joy in how they didn't falter even when he saw their throat move as they swallowed. Pressing down on his own pleased smile and even harder on the inklings of arousal crawling through him.
He clasped their forearm and dragged them close, their own hand clasped on to his - a second too late but just as viciously. He loomed over them, smug with narrowed eyes as they glared up at him defiantly. So close their noses were brushing and their breath was intermingling.
2. Mammon
The manga shows the contact is a forehead touch
Mammon hates them. Okay maybe he doesn't hate them, but he's upset. They're holding his precious Goldie hostage and what? He has to swear away his agency to them to get her back? And why should he? He's stronger and faster than both them and Levi. He can get her back by force, without even needing to hurt either of them, and be on his way. But he doesn't. He doesn't need to sign his life away to some random human. But he does. And somehow it doesn't feel like he's signing his life away, it doesn't feel like the end. It feels like a beginning.
So instead he looks up at them from where he's kneeling, looks in their eyes and watches how they, almost unconsciously, drift to him. How they kneel down in front of him so they're on equal ground. And then he's reaching out, cupping their face and softly, gently, tenderly - the way he's never done anything before - presses his forehead to theirs. Whispering the words with half lidded eyes as something overwhelming threatens to drown him. He's there in the kitchen with them. But he's also somewhere bright and far away, in a dream with a fleeting yet warm presence who laughs at his dumb pranks and encourages his dumber dreams.
The bright light of the newly formed pact dims and he doesn't know when he closed his eyes. He can feel the tears prick the corners of them as he desperately tries to hold on to that presence, the one he knew for barely a day but longed for throughout every century of his life. That distant dream of someone who believed in him despite having just met him, who understood him, who couldn't stop staring at him with wonder.
He opens his eyes and sees the human. Kneeling in front of him, face still cupped in his hands, eyes wide and pupils blown, lips just slightly parted, cheeks darker than they were mere seconds ago. Staring at him with an ocean of unmistakable wonder.
His breath hitches. His face flushes.
3. Levi
Okay but wouldn't Levi's be a highfive?
I know it won't have much significance to us but to Levi...... it's how Henry and the Lord of Shadows confirmed their friendship. The way they became "true friends" the one thing Levi has always being pining for.
At the point of making their pact, Levi doesn't really like them much, he's still hurting from losing the quiz and that's drowning out the little voice pointing out how well they worked together and how he now has someone he can talk about TSL with. He has anxiety, he's surly with strangers and doesn't like new people.
So he wants the pact to be made with the least amount of contact.
Without thinking he raises a hand, muttering the words for the pact under his breath but looking away. On instinct, they slap that hand with their own.
It's the noise more than the stinging pain that has Levi whipping his head towards them. Eyes wide and horrified while the pact is formed and he realises the implications of the high five.
It's only later, as they grow closer, when he comes to adore that moment, seeing it as the point where he gained his "true friend"
4. Satan
Satan's like Lucifer's is a clasp of forearms. Satan's like Lucifer's maintains direct eye contact. Unlike Lucifer's his eyes are soft. Mouth pulled up in a small yet genuine and gentle smile. His words are confident and loud enough for just the two of them. There's trust in his gaze. Friendship and tenderness and understanding. It's a pact and a touch made out of trust and a promise to always be there for each other even if those specific words are never uttered out loud.
They're the odd ones out in the family - never an angel, never part of the war, the newcomers with a bone to pick with Lucifer and the pact is formed but they don't let go of each other, they don't look away, they finally find someone who understands them in each other and they vow, silently after the final residue of the pact formation has drifted away, to always support one another
5. Asmo
He holds his hand out to them. They're facing each other and it looks like it will be a handshake until Asmo's grip tightens and he uses the hold to pull himself to them in a second and into a surprisingly short and chaste but unexpected kiss.
It's a little because this is who Asmo is as a person and a little because he wants to piss Mammon off but mostly it's because he wanted something sweet and tender, as unusual as that can be for him. Something that meant both nothing and everything. A way to one up the only person he has never been able to charm. A way to look at their flushed cheeks and wide eyes and know that even without his charm he was still desirable, still beautiful, still loveable, still wanted, still worth something. A moment of weakness he'll say he would never dwell on again but one that comes to him on the rare nights where sleep cannot be found
The pact forms and Asmo pulls away with a mischievous glint in his eyes, one that like always perfectly covers any hidden turmoil brewing beneath, while MC's still wide eyed and frozen to the spot
6. Beel
He drops to one knee and looks up into their eyes. Earnest and gentle. He raises a hand, keeping it open and palm up, welcoming their hand into his. He makes eye contact the whole time while he says the words to form the pact
He's not showing that he's serving them or going to be subservient. He's dedicating his life to protecting them, the same way he's dedicated his life to protecting his family. A knight in shining armour.
Beel loves his family above all else and, specially after losing Lilith, he's very protective of them and as wary of strangers entering the fold as Lucifer is. Him making the pact shows that he'd accepted MC as part of the family even back in early S1. Him kneeling and making the pact is him making a promise to MC to always protect them
Kneeling when proposing (marriage) is also a sign of respect and given how Beel was the most likely out of the lot to see MC as just food, him showing them that he respects them feels symbolic
7. Belphie
It's them standing so close together they're almost touching. It's a hand on the back of their neck, creeping up so slowly that they don't feel it until cool fingers are touching warm skin. A touch that makes them stiffen. Makes memories of similar hands around their neck spring up. Makes their eyes widen and their breath stutter.
Makes, for anyone who is looking closely enough, Belphie's eyes soften from their playful glint into something sorrowful.
He leans forward, using the hand on  their neck to hold them still, and presses his lips to their forehead.
They're Lilith's legacy. Proof that his baby sister lived a long, happy life even though he didn't get to be part of it.
They're their own person.
The person who was ready to manipulate & betray Lucifer to set him - someone they didn't even know - free, not for his own good but because they didn't like seeing Beel sad.
The person who would sit with him, while they were still divided by a locked door, and listen with awe and overwhelming fondness to stories of his brothers from better times.
The person who, despite everything, despite a suffocating hatred for all their people, despite knowing what he had to do, he still grew to like while imprisoned.
The person who he murdered.
The person who helped him reconnect with his family. A family they were part of now. It's something he feels deeply. In his bones. Something that feels like fate. A final puzzle piece slotting into place.
He whispers the pact against the forehead, eyes closed. A soft thank you slips out after, his lips brushing the words against their skin. So soft they could almost believe they imagined it.
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obey-me-rot · 6 months ago
Praise Me?
A/N: Be a writing blog, they said, it'll be fun, they said. Next thing you know I'm swamped with graduate school and 100 different OC's that my mind decided to make. Long story short, this took far too long and I'm ashamed. I wanna dedicate this to @warm-meelk letting me rant to them as I as running out of ideas q wq Uhm, I'll post a pin of what I write and not write since I guess I'm taking requests. Anyways, enjoy my self indulgent shit. Warnings: Descriptions of gore, Emotional manipulation, implied cannibalism and just general no good bad behavior from the boys.
Demon culture is hard to grasp.
It wasn’t like good ol’ regular human culture. Sure there were some differences here and there but with enough practice anyone could work around them and possibly thrive.
But Devildom culture was another beast entirely.
Among all the dances, all the flirting, the parties and the cute touching moments, these seven demons didn’t fail to remind you that you were now the human master to the Seven Rulers of the Underworld.
And as your demons they had their own set of rules to obey.
As did you.
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You put your backpack down and squat in front of the school bench, coming face to face with Belphegor as the other continues to sleep despite your face being a mere inches away from his.
“Hey. Sleepyhead. Wake up.”
A smile appears on his face as he barely opens his eyes to look at you, instead giggling as he pretends to sleep on while you poke his cheek.
“I’m serious. We are supposed to be going home!”
“Mmmm...I’m perfectly comfortable here, though.”
Always the sweet talker, Belphie takes your hand and brings it close to his chest trying to pull you in as you laugh and try to pull your hand back.
“Come on MC, let’s just stay a little longer. I just made the bench comfy.”
“And where am I going to sit?”
The demon hums before sitting up and pointing at the seat next to him with a trademark shit eating grin.
“Here. So I can lay my head on your lap.”
At this point you can’t help it. You and Belphegor may have had a rocky start but he had deemed himself worthy to trust. Honestly, you never thought about it too hard. It was just family business after all, you had just been caught in the crossfire.
Not really, your brain fills in the gaps, you’ve been manipulated into believing him and had been promptly betrayed once your purpose was over…
But he apologized, right?
An apology from a demon. It was a big step.
You take your place and smile as the Avatar of Sloth’s hair now covers your lap. Soft and lush, Belphegor yawns again and makes himself comfortable while you run your fingers through his hair while closing your eyes and feeling a soft, cold breeze.
This wasn’t so bad...
A rough hand shakes you awake, knocking you out of your dream.
“Wake the hell up, human!”
Startled, you hold onto Belphie’s shoulders and look up at an angry looking demon, fangs out and ready to use as they point a finger at the bench.
“We’re trying to clean the school grounds and you’ve been loitering for an hour. Get out already!”
Oh. Oh! An hour? You fell asleep on a school bench for an hour!? Belphie was starting to rub off on you, wasn’t he? Your hands gently shake your demon awake while you give the other demon the most apologetic look you could.
“Belphie. You need to wake up.”
“Belphie we need to go!”
“I don’t wanna--!”
The demon speaks up again, getting closer and kicking right under the bench where your backpack was as hard as he could.
“Wake the fuck up already! Go and play with your human pet somewhere else!”
Belphie sits up slowly as you stand up and grab your backpack, wincing when you open it up and see the mess of books, notebooks and pencils now either bent, cracked or straight up destroyed.
Oh well, easy fix. These notebooks were easily replaceable and pencils you could get anywhere, book like this on the other hand would be a bit--
“...Did they do that?”
You jump as you feel Belphegor looking over you, bringing your backpack close to you and hiding it from view. He frowns at your actions before tugging the backpack out of your grip and looking inside, face devoid of any emotion as his gaze goes from the item in his hand to the demon now glaring at you both.
“Belphie. Come on. They need to clean.”
He growls. “They ruined something of yours.”
“It doesn’t matter I can just replace it, let’s go--”
Your demon moves faster than your words, Belphegor’s snarl ringing loud in your ears despite how far he is away from you. The lesser demon barely has time to react as Belphegor grabs him by the back of the head in full demon form and yanks him back onto the bench, his bright blue nails now far larger than you’ve ever seen them before as they dig deep into the scalp of his victim.
Belphegor grabs your backpack and empties it out, your belongings clattering onto the floor as he tilts the demon’s head back with one hand while the other starts bunching up your backpack into a small ball of nothing but zippers and strings.
In your head you are already yelling at Belphegor to stop but your brain is screaming at you to run away as fast as you can while your legs don’t respond to any of the distress signals and remain locked in place, forcing you to watch as the demon scratches at Belphegor’s skin but fails to do any damage as the hand holding his head now moves to his mouth and forces it open with a sickening crack.
“You were acting so high and mighty before.” Belphegor grins as he stuffs the bag into the demon’s mouth. “What’s wrong? Did you think I would let you walk away from ruining my master’s things?”
The demon scratches his throat when Belphegor pushes the bunched up ball deeper into their throat, a gasp escaping you as you see the outline of some of the zippers pressing right against the inside of their skin and threatening to pop out.
“Haha, I never knew scum could talk. Maybe if I shove this far enough down your throat and then pull it out, I’ll rip out your vocal cords as well. Then my master won’t have to hear your ugly voice--”
It’s pushing. Whatever is getting lodged in that demon’s throat is pushing to get out and you can almost see their nose bleeding from the pressure that is being created as their hands slowly stop moving and one of them falls limp--!
The words die in your throat as Belphegor’s hand is wretched out of the demon’s mouth, the bag now lodged in their throat as their fingers twitch against the now half destroyed bench. The Avatar of Sloth looks down at the demon before looking back at you, shoving him down so that they hit the ground with another sickening crack.
He smiles as he stands in front of you, your eyes looking at anywhere but him as Belphie waits a couple more minutes before clearing his throat.
You can only make a noise, it’s almost like you are trying to hold back from swallowing your tongue. He calls your name again before letting out a quick ‘oh’ and smiling as he pats your head.
“That’s right. You have no idea how to be a master. Haha, I forgot.”
His smile is soft compared to angry trails of blood running down his arms.
It takes every single ounce of your self control to not slap him away when he grabs your hand, Belphie leaning down to press your palm on the top of his head just like you had been doing before.
“You need to praise me...or else I’ll feel neglected...”
He closes his eyes and leans into your touch.
“And do something much worse.”
Praise? He wanted praise? For almost killing--no--he had just killed another demon in front of you in cold blood for something as simple as some ruined books! Your eyes actively refuse to look at the corpse a couple of feet away from you as your hands continue to run through Belphie’s soft hair, the shock leaving you to mutter a few words that you thought would be enough to satiate your demon’s bloodlust and keep you safe.
“Good...Good job Belphie…Thank you.”
Your demon smiled, letting out a soft hum as you two walked hand in hand back to the House of Lamentation.
He had a nap to catch up to.
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“You’ll like it.”
A bat’s eyes stares up at you as you do your best to not stare back.
“MC, just give it one bite.”
You give the sandwich in your hands a squeeze and see the eyeball pop out--
“Nope. Sorry Beel. That's just….this isn’t for me.”
Beel bumps you lightly as you both walk down the rather busy Devildom street, people walking around with several prime Devildom snacks as the food trucks behind you work overtime to try and feed all of the hungry demons that were patiently waiting their turn. It was rather sweet of your demon to invite you to one of his few lesser known hang out spots, one even his brothers didn’t know about, so they wouldn’t know about Beel eating half of these food trucks out of house and home.
Turning around, you look at the two food trucks that closed down already due to being labeled as Beel’s favourite.
Those poor souls, well at least they get their food’s worth in cash with how much Grim Beel was throwing at them to get the food out faster. The memory made you giggle as you hand the bat sandwich to Beel and look for something else to eat--
A large hand tugs you back as a demon speeds past you with cash in hand, your back pressing against Beel's chest as he looks down at you in worry.
“Don’t stray too far away from me, MC. I don’t want to lose you.”
The little flip flop your heart makes feels light and fluffy, a smile creeping up on your face as you nod and hold out your hand for him to take, Beel smiling as you two walk down the busy street to make your way back home.
Until you sniffed the air.
Your eyes turn to the direction of the delicious smell, your stomach growling as you tug on Beel’s hand and point to the only thing that seemed edible for a human person.
A popcorn stand.
Purple eyes shine as Beel repays the favor and tugs you towards it, a Little D running the concession looking up at you two and grinning as he sees Beel.
“Finally! Been waiting for the star of this whole show to notice me!”
“Aren’t you popular~?”
Your hand pokes Beel’s side but the demon is already drooling at the mouth, holding up one finger as he looks down at the very simple menu.
“One gargantuan bucket of popcorn with Devilcheese topping and chupacabra butter drizzled on top--”
Beel nods, realizing he almost forgot his manners.
“Coming right up!”
The Little D takes out a rather big bucket and starts filling it out, Beel’s eyes not once straying from the deliciously warm, popped kernels entering the bucket as you take your time to look at the rest of the concession stand. As much as you would love to eat some of the popcorn with Beel, your hand was most likely at risk if it ever came near the vicinity of Beel and his food.
Besides, your demon would most likely finish that in 5 minutes flat.
So you scan the other items in front of you before shrugging and deciding on a small bag of pre-popped popcorn. This was more your speed anyway.
“Oh and can we also get--”
The bag gets snatched away from you quickly as another demon stands beside you, slamming down a couple of Grim on the counter as he makes quick work of the snack. You can’t help but stare as the demon grabs a handful and starts eating, his eyes meeting yours once he finally felt you staring.
“...did you want this, human?”
The question isn’t asked with any apology or remorse. It’s almost as if he is daring you to say something. Something inside you wants to call out to Beel to come help you deal with the less than savory Devildom interactions but you had 6 months left in this program...you needed to learn to stand up for yourself!
And by standing for yourself you meant saving your own ass.
With a grin, the demon laughs and throws a piece of popcorn at you.
“Good answer. At least you’re a human who knows their place.”
The piece lands on your jacket, your eyes rolling as you wipe it off and turn back to look at Beel.
Despite the sickening bone crushing sound as a spray of something flickered past your vision, nobody in the street seems to pay any attention to the now screaming demon behind you. You slowly turn around, looking down at the other demon now prostrated at your feet as the bag of popcorn was in Beel’s left hand--
And the demon’s arm was on his right.
“Order up--oh.”
The Little D blinks at the sight before frowning as he snaps his fingers at you, the demon’s screams now replaced with angry snarls and cries as Beel keeps holding him down onto the pavement. You put a hand over your mouth at the black blood now pooling under him and move away when the puddle starts growing outwards to you, your stomach churning and losing any sort of appetite you could have had at the sight.
“Hey human. I don’t care if one of your demons does this but mind taking it somewhere else? It’s going to wreck my shop.”
Wreck his--someone’s arm had just been ripped off!
Your eyes look to see if someone, anyone, was paying attention but the only thing you could seem to find were a couple of passing glances here and there as the rest of the Devildom went about its day despite the horrifying scene playing out next to them.
The Little D speaks up again.
“Aren’t you going to call him off?”
Beel’s usual friendly face is replaced with a calm anger as he stares down at the arm in front of him with a tentative look. He brings it close to his mouth, a similar string of saliva running down his lips as he opens his jaw---
He stops, eyes going back to stare at the way your legs were shaking and how much you were holding back from throwing up due to the smell of demon blood mixed with buttery popcorn.
“Scum like you aren’t worth eating.”
The Avatar of Gluttony drops the arm close to his victim, the demon quickly grabbing it and scampering off as you watch the droplets of black follow in his quick steps. You lean against the concession stand and put a hand over your heart as you try to calm yourself down and to get the bile in your throat to go back to where it belonged.
You jumped when you heard Beel calling out to you, your demon smiling as he took your hand and handed you the bag of popcorn you no longer wanted.
“This is the one you wanted, right?”
It was slimy. The popcorn inside was clearly not affected by the blood now sticking to the bag and your fingers.
“Or did you want some of mine? If it’s with you I’ll always share.”
That wasn’t the issue! He had just ripped another demon’s arm off and he was going to eat it--!
Beel calls out your name once again, smiling as he gets closer and looks down at you expectantly. You both look at each other for a good three seconds, the longest three seconds of your life, before the demon picks you up so that your backside is perched on his arm. A part of you was still willing to complain and demand that he get you down but he takes one of your hands and puts it on his cheek, kissing your palm while his tongue licks up some of the blood that had dried between your fingers.
“Did I do good?”
You can’t answer, the only thing you can do is watch as he presses another kiss to your hand.
“I heard human masters praise their demons when they do good…”
He nibbles on your thumb.
“Aren’t you going to praise me, master?”
A tongue licks right under your fingernail, trying to get to every nook and cranny almost as if he was savoring you--
Beel’s face lights up as he looks at you, eyes softening and bringing back the Beel you knew as you rub your thumb lightly across his cheek and do your best to swallow back the bile threatening to gargle its way up your throat once more.
“Thank you Beel...thank you.”
The touch of a master felt so nice, Beel thought, that it almost made it worth not eating what he had craved for in such a long time. But he was satiated with just this--the demon’s blood on your fingers tasted better than any topping he could think of.
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You laugh as you feel Asmo wrap his arms around you and tug you close, the music thumping in your ears as Solomon chuckles at the image you two make. It had been a rough week for Asmo with the launch of his new perfume line, the plans he had for his pop up stores and then the collaboration he wanted to do with Majolish that was almost late in its release--but somehow it had all finished right on time in what had to be the longest five days in your life.
Being a celebrity in the human world was hard, you thought, but being a celebrity in the Devildom was much harder when you had to do most of the collaborations and testing of products yourself.
Maybe that is why Asmo brought you along, you guessed. In a way, you were providing him with emotional support and praising him every step of the way whenever he managed to get one thing done and immediately move to the other.
There were no breaks this whole week, either for you or for him, so coming to the Fall after the announcement of the collaboration with Majolish was like the cherry on top of a pretty piled up ice cream sundae.
Asmo lets out a happy hum as he presses a kiss to your cheek, pulling away with a loud smooch as he settles into the backrest of the seat.
“Everything got done on time! I can’t believe those jerks at the perfume company thought to move up the launch to Monday when they knew that I would also be talking to the palette company the same day! I gave each and every one of those executives my calendar! It’s like they can’t even read…”
Solomon shrugs and takes a sip of his drink, looking out into the sea of bodies on the dance floor dancing along to the music.
“You are becoming increasingly popular lately, Asmo, maybe they just wanted to get the launch done soon so they could start another project with you.”
The Avatar of Lust sighs and leans against you, cuddling close as you run a hand through his hair instinctively.
You’ve been doing this two or three times for the past five days so it's almost become second nature.
“I understand that they do want to get me into as many ad campaigns as possible, but if that is cutting into the time I spend with MC then they can just wait.”
His eyes shine when he looks at you, your heart picking up in speed as he leans closer.
“Right, MC? You’re all mine tonight?”
You can’t help it, Asmo has been working hard and you knew he thrived off attention so you just answer without thinking.
“As long as you don’t tell the other’s about it...I’m all yours.”
Asmo’s squealing and his arms wrapping around you cover up the worried look Solomon sends your way--
Only to be interrupted by someone clearing their throat.
It’s hard not to stare at the pretty demon in front of you. She is wearing a beautiful dress that shows off every asset from her hips to her chest, making it hard to concentrate on just one thing as she sends Asmo a shy smile. Her wings twitch lightly, letting you see the way the inside skin of her bat-like wings caught the neon lights and made them shine even more.
You still hadn’t gotten used to seeing succubuses and it showed.
Your demon unwraps himself from you and sits up straight, the other sitting down beside him and subtly pulling him close to whisper something into his ear. He nods and lets her go, the demon waving at him and heading out to the dance floor as Asmo starts stepping out of the booth the three of you occupied.
You can't help but ask.
"What did she say?"
Asmo takes out a pocket mirror and fixes his hair.
“She wanted to dance. I think I saw her at the pop up store today so she’s most likely a fan.”
He snaps the mirror shut and sends a wink your way.
“I’ll see you two in a bit~! Don’t miss me too much, okay?”
Solomon waves goodbye as you watch Asmo get lost in the crowd, sighing as you let yourself relax.
“He certainly kept you busy.”
You chuckle and put your drink down, eyes staring at the demons losing themselves to the song.
“I didn’t mind...it was nice to see him work so hard on something he was passionate about. I never see him try this hard at RAD so I didn’t know he had such a work oriented attitude when it came to stuff like his product line. Especially when it comes to organizational skills.”
Solomon snorts.
“Did you see his face when one of the demons tried to stock the facial cream right next to the body wash in the store? I thought he was going to have a breakdown.”
Both of you laugh at the surreal memory as the music slows down to a smooth and intimate beat.
Swirling his drink in the glass, Solomon's voice gets serious as he speaks up again. “How much praise have you been giving Asmo lately?”
What...kind of question was that? Did he mean how much you had been praising Asmo this week or as a whole?
“A regular amount?”
There was Monday when you praised him with dealing with such a short notice change to the plans, Tuesday when Lucifer caught him trying to sneak away from RAD in order to talk to some other company that wanted to work with him and he ended up coming back to RAD instead, Wednesday was a day full of praise because you got to see Asmo’s work ethic first hand with the pop up store as well as how nice he had been to his fans, Thursday and Friday sort of blended together---
“You may want to cut it back.”
The beat drops low as the music gets more intense, the bodies on the floor grinding against each other as Solomon puts his drink down and makes an effort to look you in the eyes.
“Asmo hasn’t had a master like you before. You tend to be free and open with your affection and to a demon that is--”
“Sol, I'm not their master. I'm their friend. ”
You didn't want to explain this to Solomon again. The title of master was so pretentious, just because you shared a pact with the seven Lords of Hell didn't mean you could boss them around! And you didn't want to order them around in the first place!
The brothers were your family, Asmo was your family and you'd be damned if anyone tried to put you in a level above them.
Surprise is the first reaction you see in his eyes before Solomon concedes and drinks the rest of his cocktail, gently placing the glass down and sending you an understanding smile.
"The brothers really got lucky when they got you, didn't they? A human who is kind even to a demon."
He taps the table with his hand and stands up, a hand going up to stop you when you copy his movements.
"I'm sure Asmo will want to keep you here for a bit more. I think I can make my way to Purgatory Hall by myself."
Well, now you feel bad.
Solomon knew more than you on the matter of demons and pacts but you knew how to handle the brothers now. You’ve been with them a full year, that’s enough to know a person’s inner workings. You could handle Lucifer at his crankiest, Mammon at his craziest and Satan at his angriest. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to know more about pacts, it’s just that what you had with the brothers, what you had with Asmo, went beyond that--
Your view of the club is cut off as you feel a pair of hands cover your eyes.
"Guess who?"
Fight and flight instincts are subdued when you recognize the voice, your body relaxing and smiling as you touch the demon’s hand to pry it away--only to feel something warm and wet covering his skin.
"Ding! Ding!"
It's strange how quickly you’ve come to recognize the smell of demonic blood. The brothers had done their best to hide that side of the Devildom for you but you caught glimpses of the violence here and there. It was a demon’s nature, you supposed, but the strong odor always made your eyes tear up.
So having the smell so close to you now, it was making you dizzy and keeping you rooted to your spot.
"Oh? MC you are all tensed up--ah."
The tilt in his voice changes as Asmo pulls his hands away so you could blink away the spots dancing around your eyes.
"Do I smell bad, MC?"
You waste no time standing up, turning around and then walking behind the booth, pupils shrinking as you see the black liquid running from Asmo's arm all the way to the very tip of his fingers. Whatever isn't soaked up by Asmo's jacket drips onto the floor, each drop heavy and messy as they littered the flashing floor.
"I probably do to a human, huh? The feeling alone is disgusting--"
"Asmo what happened?!”
Why was he bleeding so much? There were no cuts in his jacket and he didn’t seem to be freaking out. Did something happen in the dancefloor, had someone tried to attack him--why wasn’t he more alarmed!? You stop investigating his arm when Asmo coos at you as he takes your hand and intertwines it with yours.
“Always so cute~ Are you worried for me, MC?”
“Yes?! Did you get into a fight--?”
“Shush shush.”
A blood stained finger taps your lips, Asmo letting out a sly grin as he leans close to whisper into your ear.
“It isn’t mine, darling, you don’t need to worry so much.”
Your hands try to tug away from his when he speaks but he keeps you close, his other hand wrapping around your waist as he forces your attention on his voice and his voice alone.
“The succubus I was dancing with? She was a bit...rude. I don’t know why she started making such accusatory comments about you keeping me all to yourself and not letting me pay attention to my fans, but she just let her mouth run anyway. She started saying such mean things about you, MC, I just couldn’t take it.”
He lets out a happy sigh, as if satisfied with the decision he had taken as he buries his face in your shoulder.
“So I just ripped one of her wings off to warn her. I didn’t think she’d spray this much out--ruined my entire outfit.”
Asmo presses a kiss to your neck as you try to pull away again but can only budge from his hold as he starts swaying you to the music.
“Hehe, I did a good thing, didn’t I? What is it Levi says? I protected your honor?”
His fingernails seem to almost dig into your back, your body now barely feeling like yours as you let Asmo move you side to side as the music switches to a love song from the human world.
“So shouldn’t I get some praise, master?”
You can’t breathe. It’s not just Asmo pulling you close as you feel yourself sag in his arms with how tightly he is holding you, you can’t breathe because of his confession and just how stupid you could be.
Solomon didn’t praise Asmo as much, in fact he was stricter with Asmo than the other demons you knew he had a pact with, and you had just blown off any sort of advice because you thought that you and the brothers were the same.
“Masteeeer~ Tell me something good...please~”
His words are no longer coherent but just mumbles as you feel him breathing you in as the music grows louder and louder and his grip grows tighter and tighter.
Asmo grins as he feels two hands embrace him, burying your face in his chest as you let him move you in whatever way he wants.
“...thank you...thank you for protecting me…”
He lets out a pleased sigh as he feels your arm rub his back up and down, his mouth opening up to lick and bite at the skin you were so carelessly letting him be so close but stopping himself. It wouldn’t make sense to worship his master with all this blood on one side of him. Words of praise were enough for now.
Once they get back to the House of Lamentation, he’ll ask for a different kind of reward~
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Demons do not necessarily have to please their masters but the stronger the connection the stronger the need to make their devotion shown. It is important that the connection between a demon and their master stays one of giving and taking. If the balance is shifted, the human or the demon may lose control of the pact entirely, leaving the remaining party to act irrationally. Just remember:
Your master is temporary.
What exists between you and your master is temporary.
Humans stay with humans, demons stay with demons.
You read the passage a couple more times and then take a peek at the blonde in front of you, blinking when you see Satan meeting your eyes. Both of you look at each other before he breaks first, smiling as he puts his book down and speaks up.
“How are you holding up?”
Looking down at your notes, you blink at the lack of writing on the page. You two had been studying here for an hour for your Pactology exam but your eyes had just been stuck on that passage since you first opened the book. You weren’t going to be forward enough to say that Satan was in love with you but you could admit that the feelings between him and you had certainly grown.
“I’m good just...studying, you know?” In fact, it had been that way with all of the brothers.
You weren’t necessarily friends but also not necessarily lovers. All of it was just a convoluted mess that all of you preferred to not give a name because of just how complicated it was.
Yet Satan had always been a bit more straightforward with you.
The rather direct straight messages, the always polite yet flirty attitude, the secret glances he thought you wouldn’t notice that used to make you laugh but now they made you worry.
Were you being too lenient?
The book was set up as a case study so there were some pages filled with stories about demons who had done atrocious things in order to please their masters in the name of 'love'. Some demons had killed entire royalty lines while others had topped over governments and kingdoms. It wasn’t necessarily spoken as if it was a bad thing, what a demon did when they were in love, it was just spoken as a sort of ‘warning’ that most demons should be the level headed ones in the pact relationship.
Lest they wish to be subjugated to a unilateral pact rather than a bilateral one, all for 'love'.
But maybe you didn't need to worry about that? The stories they spoke of were of some sort of twisted devotion a demon could have for their master! The brothers weren’t devoted to you like that. Satan still teased you from time to time and he knew you were still working your way around having seven pacts. Why would he be devoted to a human like yourself? Why would any of them be devoted to you in such a way!
You close the book as your demon comes to sit down next to you, Satan putting an arm around your chair and sliding closer so he could look at your notes. He hums at the blank pages before smiling and opening the book back up, scanning the index for a moment before tapping one line and flipping to the correct page.
“The test is going to be handwritten so you have to make sure you can explain this case in detail--” He flips back a couple pages, not noticing you looking at him as he clicks his tongue when he finds it.
“And this one as well. If you know these two by the time the test rolls around you should be fine, these are the professors favourite cases so they are bound to be on there--"
“Satan, how do you feel about me?”
Surprised wouldn't begin to cover what he looks like. Satan pulls away slightly to get a better look at you and then smiles as he tucks a stray piece of hair over your ear.
"Why the sudden question?"
You can't help but blush, he always acted like this even in public. Were you enabling him, maybe, by letting him do this? But it felt so nice--
"Just...want to know, you know?
Satan nods before flipping a couple of pages on the book and stopping on the page you were reading. He takes a couple of seconds to scan the words.
"Humans stay with humans...demons stay with demons."
He blinks and looks at you, his eyes fixated on every involuntary twitch as the library gets even more quiet.
"Do you believe this, MC?"
You look at Satan and then back to the book.
"What do you mean?"
His expression softens as he clears his throat.
"Well some of these books were written a very long time ago and times change. Just like the Devildom changes. Look at us, we have a library now. One with computers and everything."
"And not one with typewriters?"
Both of you laugh, the mundanity of it all setting in as you feel yourself relax. It was the same back in the human world, afterall. Things changed, people changed, everything was in a constant state of change so why shouldn't the Devildom experience the same thing?
You weren't doing anything wrong.
"I'll find a newer version then--"
"No need. The notes I took should be enough. Besides--"
Satan scoots even closer and leans over the table to grab his notebook, smiling as his hand grabs your shoulder and brings you closer to him.
"We can just study like this. Since we are at the library we should be keeping quiet."
With renewed confidence, you smile and lean against his shoulder as the hand on the back of your chair pulls you in closer to press a kiss on your cheek. The next few minutes are spent doing nothing but whispering to each other about the exam and several other questions you might have had before Satan mentions something about grabbing a book he needs and how you just needed to sit tight.
Your eyes had to stop staring at so many pact symbols so the break was highly welcome.
Rubbing them with your hands, you miss the demon standing up and walking towards your table.
The tone is stern but surprisingly polite, making you pay attention quickly as you greet the demon with a slight head nod. They take a minute to look at you up and down before speaking again.
“Listen...I really don’t mean to sound rude but I really don’t think you should be doing this outside.”
You blink and look around you, trying to find the clear social violation you had crossed, which only made the demon roll their eyes and tap their finger on the table to bring back your attention.
“I meant the affection, human. I understand that Lord Satan is proud or whatever of having you as his master but that sort of praise should be kept private. If you want to subjugate your demon like that, please do so where none of us can see---”
The liquid that hits your face is warm, disgustingly warm, that you immediately put a hand over your eyes and hiss at the small stinging sensation it seems to be leaving behind. A scream, far too close to you, makes you jump from your seat as you rub at your eyes furiously with your sleeve in order to see what had happened...or what was possibly attacking you.
You don't waste a second, you immediately react with your first instinct.
Your blood was pumping, your face was warm, every single hair on your body was standing on end as you finally rub and blink away the thing that was blinding you--
Only to be met with Satan's eyes shining as they look at you, a smile on his face while preening at the fact that you had called out his name, not once caring about the eyeball he was now holding in his hand and the demon kneeling in front of him gripping at the blood and skin that was now pooling and dripping down their face and to the floor while hazardously, screaming bloody murder.
Satan’s breathing is heavy as he throws the eye off to the side, smiling as he ignores the demon bleeding out on the floor in favor of taking care of you.
“What a shame, it got you all dirty.”
He takes a handkerchief from his pocket while his other hand went to delicately touch your chin--
Only to blink when you step away from him, his hand hanging in the air as he looks at you. You open your mouth to speak about what he had done, to give any sort of reprimand or punishment but the anger in your demon’s eyes as he smiled and tried to reach out for you again kept you from saying anything and only letting you close your mouth as his hand tilted your chin up.
“I was right. We should have just studied in my room. You shouldn’t have had to deal with someone like them.”
You can only stare at him in horror as he cleans away the blood slowly, licking his lips before leaning down to give your now clean cheek a brief peck.
“Aren’t you happy I was here to protect you, MC?”
Your eyes darted down to the demon on the floor, picking themselves up and running out of the library as everybody else continued working in silence, as if only a mild inconvenience had happened that had barely disrupted the atmosphere of the library.
“I did a good job, didn’t I? Getting them away from you..”
Why did no one help them? Why did no one stop it?
“You even called out to me.”
Your heart stops as your demon takes your hand and presses his lips to your knuckles.
“What sort of praise will you give me, master?”
No one stopped him because that was your job.
The text flashes in your head, a note you had also forgotten to jot down. You do not need praise from your master.
Humans do not realize it but their praise, due to the pact's effects, gives a sense of calm that is not present in a demon’s nature and can keep a demon subjugated and even persuade them to make the pact permanent. A demon will find themselves seeking out that praise indefinitely, leading to irrational acts of violence that aren’t stated in the pact and an increase in a demon’s possessive nature towards their master if praise isn’t given often.
Keep a level head and remember, you work for you and not for them.
Satan smiles as he feels your fingers on his cheek, wiping the blood away slowly as you try to continue the action despite the small thrum of pain on your thumb as you touched the now drying black blood.
“You did good...thank you…thank you Satan.”
It’s like he can breathe again, your demon thinks, with the way you are touching his hair and looking up at him. You looked so helpless and how could he possibly ignore such a cute look? He takes your hand and helps you pick the stuff strewn across the table, tutting at the mess the bug dared to leave behind on the notebooks.
But it didn’t matter now, his room was a lot quieter and a better place to study anyway.
If he and his master ended up studying at all.
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You sigh as your fingers move against the controllers, your character gliding on the screen as they did their signature move and jumped back onto the platform with great ease.
Good thing this was just the practice stage, you were pretty sure you wouldn't have made that smooth a-jump if you were playing against Levi.
Another sigh escapes you as you look at the door.
Where did Levi even go?
What was the point of playing a new game if he wasn't around to tell you every single detail about it? That was the first reason you had bought Demonic Gear anyway, to laugh as Levi complained or praised a certain feature in the game.
This game specifically had been one Levi was extremely hyped to buy, even inviting you to wait with him outside one of the few game stores the Devildom had opened for the release.
The experience itself was one you had to take part in, Levi insisted as he dragged you outside, one that would take a normie like you and turn them into a hardcore gamer.
Which you honestly couldn't care less about.
You just liked seeing him excited.
Was it silly to say that it also got you excited as well? Levi tended to share everything with you when it came to his interests that it made it hard not to get excited as well.
And with how often Levi tended to put himself down for having no friends, inviting you to something he enjoyed was probably the biggest test of friendship he could give you.
One, you would like to say, you barely passed.
You look at your fingers on the controller, frowning as you tap 'A' to restart the match.
Waiting in line with Levi had been a good experience like you thought, he had a backpack full of snacks and even warmers for your pockets so that your hands wouldn't get cold.
It was cute when you offered to hold hands inside your jacket pocket so that he also wouldn't feel cold, Levi nearly dropping a full chip bag in surprise as he sputtered about how he needed to keep himself bright and alert in case the doors opened early--!
Only to mutter in a low voice how he wouldn't mind doing it for a few minutes, just as long as you paid attention as well.
You smiled and let his hand intertwine with yours while huddled close, smiling whenever you felt him squeeze down just to prove that this was in fact real.
Maybe that had been your first mistake.
The doors had opened earlier than they had advertised, people immediately rushing in as the line moved fast and hazardously--
"Move over, human trash!"
It was fast, whatever the demon did to make you trip, but you barely could pull your hand away as you felt yourself about to fall--
Levi's hands were rough as he caught and pulled you away from the sea of people, hugging you tight to his chest as the demons in line quickly shuffled into the store and out with their copies in hand.
By the time you two were able to go in, there wasn't a single copy left.
The walk back home had been quiet, a look of guilt on your face as you tell him that the moment a new shipment came you would go back and buy it yourself--
But Levi just said it wasn't your fault and that he was just happy he got to hold your hand.
You insisted on going to his room and playing a different game but Levi asked you to just wait for him there, stating that there was something he needed to do before he could be worthy to stand by your side again.
That line alone made you worried. He only talked like this when he was really upset about something.
Without waiting one second, you run to his room and search up the game on the online store. Levi was planning to spend this amount anyway so it didn’t matter whether you purchased it online or as a physical copy, right!
Who were you kidding? It mattered to him...and so it mattered to you.
“Maybe I can reserve a copy now? Surely the shipment will arrive soon--”
“MC?” You jump up and put the remote down on his chair, smiling as you turn around to at least tell him about how you got him a consolation prize--!
Yet your gasp interrupts any sort of good news that you could give, almost tripping over yourself as you watch a small drop of blood drip off from Levi’s nails, the rest matted to the clothes of his demon form as he gave you a small smile.
“Levi!” All your thoughts are on immediately making sure he isn’t hurt, going to reach for his arm--but feeling your hand stopped by his as he immediately gets down on one knee.
“I took care of them, Master.”
“...what? Levi--”
“The rats that tried to hurt you.”
He looks up and you feel yourself back away, the hand grabbing yours tugging you back slightly as you look away from him. Levi had never looked so focused, his eyes never once breaking eye contact with yours as he switched from grabbing onto your hand to holding it with both of his hands.
“I saw their faces...the ones who did something so unforgivable. My instincts had told me to get rid of them right that instant but my Master needed my protection first.”
Levi presses your hand to his cheek and closes his eyes.
“But I followed their scent afterwards, the sick scent they had left behind on you when they got too close. They hadn’t even gone straight home to play the game they had stolen from us--they were just bragging...bragging about their foolish attempt to hurt you.”
He smiles as his hold gets tighter.
“But a fool always gets what a fool deserves.”
You remembered that line. The fourth book from the TSL series, the line the Lord of Shadows whispers to Henry before killing off one of the Lord of Fool’s messengers who had been sent to take Henry away. You remember Levi talking about how that book nearly had not been printed because of such a graphic detail on the description of the murder, revealing a side of the Lord of Shadows that fans may not have seen before…
The quiet and reclusive Lord, ripping the arm of the messenger clean off before proceeding to gouge out the inside of the stump with just his nails, the messenger only being able to scream in pain as the viscera gathered in a pool of meat and blood right next to his feet--!
Your hand twitches in realization as the blood burns your skin slightly, like when you put it far too close to the stove when it was clear that you needed to pull away.
“And better news yet, I reaped their spoils for you...for us…”
He shakily presses your hand on his head, his smile getting wobbly as a small trace of saliva slowly drips down the side of his lips.
“S--So please...praise me, my Master! Praise the good job your demon has done for you…! The Hero he has become for you!”
In your head, you remember the rest of that scene. The Lord of Shadows had turned to Henry with a nervous but victorious smile, claiming how he had saved his friend from being taken away from his side. Yet the book spoke about Henry's sudden and tiny fear of what the Lord of Shadows was capable of, his praise not born from gratitude but from fear of what would happen if he didn't give the once evil Lord what he wanted.
So you spoke your line perfectly and with what must have been the same fear that Henry felt as you gently ran your fingers through Levi's hair.
"My...my friend. My hero...thank you for keeping me safe...and keeping me close to you."
Levi feels his heart beat fast at your words, his breathing now ragged and heavy as he feels your words affect every single nerve in his body.
This...this was his first headpat! A headpat from his Master! Of all the items he could have possibly gotten from this quest--this was the rarest item of all! Even if he had to go and waste his time with some normie demons, it really had all been worth it! All for his master's praise!
Maybe if he begged enough...their Master would spend the night with him as well?
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Your leg was bouncing more than you’d care to think about.
How did you even get into this mess? It wasn’t that you were unsupervised at any time during the day, Mammon was always the one insisting he walk you to and from classes the first few months of your pact with him so it was almost impossible to be alone..
But demon's were crafty and you had let your guard down while in RAD.
You look around and sigh, Mammon was really late.
It had been his idea to meet in this cafe, why was he the one late!? Your leg starts bouncing again as you look down at your phone and the rather glaring message that was from an unmarked number.
[You better not forget your promise, human, else we'll go after your scumbag protector!]
As much as you loved Mammon, it was getting harder to get him out of his debts nowadays. Not that you could possibly pay off any sort of debts that he had, you were sure some of them were in the millions, but this one had been different.
Some demons had managed to corner you outside of RAD, telling you that Mammon had given them a fake human artifact and how they wanted the 'real' thing.
You had made a face apparently because they told you it wasn't something that disgusting and that they weren't the kind of demons to 'mess around' with humans and how that was only for freaks.
They just wanted something of yours that they could sell.
Which, okay, you could do that.
"Mammon, where are you…"
They had agreed to meet you in an alley near the cafe you were currently at, one of the reasons you said yes to Mammon in the first place. You were just going to have coffee with him and then excuse yourself to give the demons what they wanted. It was going to be the quickest exchange of your life if only your demon would get here!
You grab your phone and shoot back a quick message, telling them to be patient and that you would be there in a few minutes.
The promise was getting harder to keep though.
With the ghost waiters staring at you and the other demons looking at you pitifully for sitting at a table all alone, you were starting to get more and more upset by the minute.
This was spoiling Mammon. Lucifer was right, you were actively spoiling Mammon at this point.
But how could you say no to him! Mammon may have his moments and, yes, he may have tried to sell something of yours but almost all of that cash that he seemed to get back went to get small presents for you and him! Your entire shelf back at the House of Lamentation was filled with little knick knacks he had bought you over the past few months and even the sight of them were enough to send your heart flying.
Any gift that Mammon gave you was stored and kept away at a very special place, both in your room and in your heart.
You weren’t shy about it either, any sort of jewelry he would buy would be worn by you the next day. It was met by annoyed comments and an occasional outburst as to why Mammon had such bad taste in jewelry but you knew that was the brother’s usual way of teasing you and him.
Your eyes go down to the bracelet you were wearing, smiling as you rub your thumb over the small golden links that kept it hanging around your wrist.
He had done so much for you, it was time you did this for him.
[Mammon! I need to go somewhere first! I’ll meet you at the cafe when I can, okay?]
Good thing you didn’t tell him you got here first and even better thing that you didn’t order anything. The chair scrapes against the cobblestone as you make your way out of the cafe, running down a somewhat familiar street as you try to find the correct alleyway.
“In front of The Fall and then take a left, in front of The Fall and take a left--”
You smile as the lights of The Fall greet you, illuminating the only alleyway that could possibly fit the description. Digging into your pockets, you pull out the artifact you were going to hand over and nod in determination.
“Hand it over and get out...nothing hard about that.”
Your hand goes over your heart as you try to calm it down while you turn and take the first few steps in--
The name escapes you before you can take in the image in front of you, a pair of blueish eyes staring at you Mammon’s leathery wings open up to hide the splatters of blood all over the concrete walls, but failing to hide the thing that he was holding in his hand.
A head. A head with a spine underneath that curved so perfectly, just like horns adorsninf the top.
The horns of a demon who looked so so similar to the one you had spoken to today--
His fingers immediately drop what he is holding on the poorly hidden pool of viscera strewn around him before retracting back to the fingers you were so used to seeing steal that it was so different to see them covered in blood.
"Why didn't you wait a the cafe…?"
And although you know it's him, you know that Mammon would never hurt you, your body takes a few steps back when he turns around to face you entirely.
Mammon in his demon form wasn’t anything new but your brain had equated it to match more serious events such as being in the Demon Lord’s castle or a dangerous situation. So seeing him in this form, with blood almost dripping off the leathery garments as he turns to look at you and calls out your name again in a worried but serious tone.
It was getting harder to fight your survival instincts.
He holds out his hand and you quickly recoil away, Mammon looking down and cursing when he sees it is caked with viscera and demon blood, the stench of it getting heavier the closer he gets to you. Quickly wiping it away, your demon wastes no time in meeting your steps as his hand goes to grab the back of your head and his arm wraps around your waist to pull you close to him.
“Why didn’t you tell me they were bothering you?”
Your eyes were stinging from the smell of death all around him, which you guessed was a good thing since you didn’t even know how to answer his question.
“When did they get to you...I was with you this entire week…”
It was like he wasn’t even directing these questions at you, just thinking out loud to himself as you feel his wings stretch out so that you wouldn’t be able to see the bloody mess on the cobblestone street--
A hand runs through your hair as Mammon hugs you tighter, your lips now pressed in a thin line as you hear vague whispers of what he should have done to them in the first place if they had dared to come and talk to you so openly.
“They shouldn’t have been around you, none of them have, nobody but me should be around you always…”
Your hand grips at his bicep as you feel his hold tighten.
“I had to protect my master...who else is going to protect you but me?”
He quickly pulls you away slightly and cups your face, your skin crawling when you feel the other hand he had fail to clean press against your cheek as he forced your eyes on him.
“You really should have told me something sooner...but I don’t mind forgiving my Master for something they couldn’t control.”
Mammon smiles and wraps his wings around you, so that nothing could possibly deter you from staring only at him.
“...I’m your protector, aren’t I?”
His hands fingernails lightly dig into your cheek as you jump when he speaks again.
“Say I’m your protector...please Master…”
It was fight of flight for you and the only way you could defend yourself was to soothe the beast in front of you with the words he wanted to hear.
“You’re...you’re my protector...Mammon...you always protect me…”
Your eyes never tear away from him as you copy his movements, cupping his cheeks and doing your best to hold back tears as the worry inside of you morphs into an awful dreadful feeling.
“Say it again.”
“You’re my protector…”
“Thank you for protecting me…”
“Mammon please…”
Your demon lets go of your cheeks as you start to cry, smiling when he feels just how shaken you were by the whole situation. It must have been scary to be bullied by those scumbags, wasn’t it? But you didn’t have to cry anymore, your Mammon was here to protect you from everything that wished to take you away from him. He presses his lips to the corners of your eyes before hugging you close, reminding himself that from now on he would never dare to leave you alone.
His master deserved his protection, even if they didn’t know they needed it.
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“Nice to meet you!”
You try to hold your smile just as you are holding out your hand, looking at one of the many Dukes of Hell that Diavolo was introducing you to during one of his many birthday parties.
Only for them to once again ignore you, smiling at Lucifer as they shake his hand and go back to enjoying the party.
“...well so much for that.”
You sigh and let your hand flop to your side as Lucifer stares at the guest walk away before turning back to you and offering you a sympathetic smile. As much as you wish you could return it, it was annoying to think that Diavolo had once again invited you to one of his many parties and decided to ignore the very clear fact that you were still a human.
And that most demons, especially demon royalty, tended to hate your guts.
No matter what you could possibly represent, you were still one of the races that they believed themselves to be superior to and no amount of smiling and hand shaking could fix that.
So it was annoying that Diavolo still thought that he could put you in those situations and pretend like there was nothing wrong.
“Did you see how she looked at me?”
“They were most likely impressed by your outfit, they had the decency to look at you at least.”
“They stared into my eyes for one second before ignoring me and being all smiley with you.”
You make a face as you turn towards Lucifer and give him your best aristocratic ‘I’m so much better than you’ gesture.
“Why Lucifer, you look just as radiant as the day we met! Would you save a dance for me later on tonight?”
Lucifer chuckles and takes your hand, leading you towards the stairs of the great palace.
“As much as I enjoyed the joke, I will have to let you go. One of the Duchesses of the Seventh Layer of the Devidom has asked for a dance and Diavolo fears she might throw an earth shattering tantrum if she does not get her wish.”
Your eyes look out towards the crowd as you spot the duchess in question, her eyes not once staring at you but almost drilling holes into Lucifer’s back as she tapped her fingers against her arm in anger at the mere thought of being kept waiting.
“Oh her? I like the hairpin she has on.”
Letting go of Lucifer’s hand, you go up the first few steps as Lucifer’s eyes remain fixed on your form.
“Her hairpin?”
“Yeah. I think it was a ghost lily? Either way, it was beautiful. It looked like it could go well with either long or short hair, those kinds of hairpins are hard to come by.”
You grin and turn to look at Lucifer.
“You think it’d look good on me?”
He doesn’t get to answer the question as you feel a rumble underneath your feet, both of you turning to stare at the fuming woman making her way towards you.
“That’s my cue. Good luck!”
Lucifer calls out to you but you are already halfway up the stairs, giggling to yourself as you realize just what your poor demon had to go through by being Diavolo’s second right hand man. That Duchess looked far too angry to be a regular demon, if you had stayed any longer she would have probably killed you right where you stood!
Well, not like Lucifer would let that happen.
Despite already being far away from the crowd, your smile stays on your face as you make your way towards one of the many balconies around the castle. The air is fresh and cool on your face as you lean against the dark marble to take in the view of the Devildom from Diavolo’s castle.
Whatever this had been, whether a cultural exchange program or some form of divine punishment, it was becoming easier to manage.
In fact, it had become a lot easier to manage once you had Lucifer’s pact mark imprinted on your left eye, officially making it the most prominent pact mark on your body. As much as you wished to believe that you had accustomed yourself to regular ol' Devildom life, Lucifer's pact mark had done most of the heavy lifting.
And that alone was enough to make you feel guilty.
The point of this entire 'exchange' was to lessen the strain of many years of conflict between the three realms and while Simeon and Solomon were pulling their weight, with Luke following behind rather dutifully, you had still struggled with basic demon interactions.
Until you got Lucifer's mark.
It didn't necessarily get better, but you were snarled at less by those who didn't want you there and that was enough to count it as a positive.
You press your hands against the marble of the balcony and let out another sigh. Didn't this just prove you were also putting pressure on Lucifer? Ontop of what he already had?
No. You weren't about to be a dead weight to your demon.
With how often Lucifer took care of you? And how much he said he treasured you? No! You refused to be a burden to him!
Shaking off the sadness you take in two deep breaths before humming and thinking of a way to possibly repay it back to him. You two dancing at Diavolo's party would be a bit too much for guests--so maybe you could dance here?
Yes. Yes!
You grin and put your hands up as if you were with a partner, doing your best in imitating the basic waltz steps that Lucifer had taught you. Surprising him by offering to dance outside, with the moon shining down on you two as you thanked him for all he had done!
Best idea you've had this whole cultural exchange, really.
You laugh and spin around but a barrier stops you from making a full spin, hands grabbing your shoulders and keeping you in place.
"Are you enjoying the party, Master?"
Perfect! He had finished!
"Lucifer! I had an idea! How about we--"
The hairpin catches your attention first, the ornament being just as beautiful as close as it was at a distance yet speckled with something red against its shiny gold leaves as Lucifer held it up to you--
You push the hairpin away from your face as Lucifer smiles and leans into your touch, your left hand cupping the side of his face that had been sprinkled with the most blood. Your eyes go down to his collar and gasp when you see angry, red lines running from under his chin all the way to his collarbone, making his black shirt look even darker with the blood it was now absorbing.
And yet he didn't seem panicked, just smiling calmly as he holds your hand and presses it against the harsh wounds.
"Lucifer, we need to get you some help! We--We need to get Barbatos or Diavolo! Oh my stars you're bleeding so much--!'
"What happened! Is anybody else hurt? Why didn't you call for me--!"
You yelp when you feel Lucifer pressing your hands against the wound, the blood feeling wrong against your hand and skin but it does help from feeling the angry ridges from where the skin had been ripped.
"Do I look in pain?"
No. And that's what worried you the most.
"You...you don't but--"
"Believe me, these wounds are more than welcomed. Especially when they are a sign of how I protected you."
He keeps your hand pressed against his wound, pressing it closer and closer until you were sure that the tingling sensation in your hand was the feeling of it lightly burning your skin.
"The Duchess was just a pest as I thought but one good thing came from her corpse. I figured if a demoness that could run her tongue for so long didn't need her head to begin with."
The words don't hit you until you feel the hairpin pressed against your hair, feeling it clip into place as Lucifer adjusted it just a bit.
"No matter if short or long...I think this hairpin suits you best."
Lucifer smiles as he wraps one arm around your waist, keeping your hand trapped against his wound while he pressed a kiss to the tears now forming around the corner of your eyes.
"It's alright, Master, no need to thank me with your words. This should have been expected of me in the beginning..."
He smiles as he takes your other hand and places it on his shoulder, gently guiding you through the steps you had danced by yourself as his lips move from your eyes to your own trembling ones.
"Although it would be a shame if I had to go after another duke or duchess all to seek out my master's praise...it would be a hassle for Barbatos to clean up…"
Lucifer smiles as your lips quickly press against his, your entire body trembling against him as he continues to guide you through your little dance. How awful, you were probably cold from standing outside so long…
He'd be a waste of a demon if he didn't warm his master up, but he guessed that it would be appropriate to look for a private room first.
No need to let the pests see how cutely his Master cried for him.
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threepointseven · 2 months ago
Tysm for doing all my requests ♡! I really hope I'm not annoying you. Can you do angst hc's where the brothers neglected and ignored MC and didn't realize how much MC actually meant to all of them, only after they were gone?
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Type- scenario 🍄, HC’s 🌷
Flowers included!🌼= all the brothers x gn! Reader (kinda ooc!)
Note🍀= i wasnt really sure what you meant by ‘gone’ and the moment i realized you meant dead i was already half way through the hc’s...... im so sorry this took so long btw, i got into a car crash yesterday going to school and everything was a mess! but im recovering rn so keep sending requests! also ilysm thank you for always requesting you arent annoying at all mwah<3
💐Your bouquet has been delivered <3💐
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25 days. 25 days since the brothers ‘dear’ MC had ran away and completely cut the brothers off from their life
From the start it only ever seemed as if you were an object. They treated you till you thought your destiny was to be used by these 7 demons.
They took you for granted. You would help them with difficult tasks and your ‘thank you’ was getting yelled at for doing something remotely wrong.
You were always shouted at, ridiculed, even after all those times you proved you were trustable and showed them care you still felt like they were judging you across the room.
Its the brothers fault, they were bound to lose their MC, after how they treated them? No one would wanna be there.
Its been days and there were multiple search teams.
the sin of pride, the man refuses to say he misses you, or worries about you in the slightest. In truth, he was the first one to send out a search team
He regrets it. He regrets it so badly but how could he show that to his brothers when he’s been in situations where he was tempted to murder you in cold blood
All you ever gave the man was love and care yet he took you for granted and now you’ve run away from him. Who knows where you are now?
In denial that he’s part of the reason you’re gone
“MC is sensitive, they couldve never survived Devildom if they couldnt survive a bit of criticism they wouldnt have survived a month more.”
he truly misses you, he regrets it.
You had always stayed with him at night, gave him coffee and tea whenever he asked, held his hand, and hugged him when he was troubled;
He stays up at night thinking about how maybe you would still be by his side saying your soft words laced with love if he had just been a bit kinder.
Sleeps. Sleeps to avoid the fact that his hurtful, cruel words lead to you running away
You were always there to cuddle and snuggle into him even after the countless amount of fights. Always forgave him for his actions, to him you were a saint,
And impulsively he decided to break apart that saint’s little heart
Yes, he does try to find you but quickly realizes you're probably happier without his nagging abusive voice.
In the morning when he’s not sleeping he tends to daydream about you, about the rare times where he’s not threatening you or being hurtful to you.
He misses you greatly, he sleeps in your room sometimes but ends up crying too much out of guilt and goes back to his room
He’s at an all time low. He ignored you for so long even after you treated him with care and love
You understood all his problems, fixed them and thanked you with completely ignoring you’re existence
Of course your hurt. No wonder you’re gone
He feels so guilty. So so guilty
He started stress eating ever since you left and realized how hard it is to keep himself in check without you
He barely had the motivation to get up besides to stress eat
At night he’ll dream about you, about little dates you had when you pestered him enough to get him to go on one with you
He wished he had gone on more with you. He wished that he treated you better
He tends to shed tears whenever he walks past your room, knowing that you're probably never coming back
He loves you, he does truly
But he never got to show it correctly. Never had the guts to calm his mean cruel façade and be just the slightest bit loving
How would you know he was even interested in you when all he ever did was call you useless and names?
All he does is stay in your room at this point.
He just wants you to come back.
“Come on… come back already..i’ll be better… i’ll say i love you i wont hurt you anymore please just come back”
Does everything to try and find you
He begs diavolo to help him and even when he does you left no traces so they just can't.
Turns his sadness and guilt into rage
He doesnt know what else to do. He loves you and always will but he showed that love in such an angry manner that you decided to slip away from his arms
Goes into a fit of rage the moment he finds out, tears are flowing out of his eyes while he destroys his room
Everything is in shambles by the time he calms down
Does everything and anything to try and contact you. Its almost pitiful watching the sin of wrath scroll through pictures of you in his phone, eyes swelled up as he locks himself inside his room
He starts reading the books you recommended to him. Books he threw out cause he thought anything that came from you was irrelevant
He feels so so bad… he knows full well you’ve probably passed, devildom isnt an easy place to escape.
He puts polaroid pictures of both of you up on his wall when you were both happy together
locks himself in his room.
Not even his favorite anime or manga can reduce his guilt.
He shuts everyone out and only ever stays in his room
The guilt and sadness is killing him, he loses all motivation to do anything
Whenever he sees anything that correlates to you he mutters out a small emotionless “sorry” in hopes that his whispering apology will reach you
He hates it, he hates everything. Everything reminds him of you and he cant stand it
Goes insane inside those four walls, he can barely take care of himself as the only thing that hasn't rotted in his room is henry
But even Henry reminds him of you, it hurts him inside and he dreams of a life where you’re together, where he doesnt ignore you where he doesnt shut you out.
Drinks and fucks around to forget about everything he did. All the cruel stuff he did to you, where he spared you no mercy and ridiculed you till you ran away crying
He’s a demon, you cant blame him right?
What did you expect?
This isnt his fault, its yours for believing you could ever get close to a demon!
He’s in denial he’s at fault and that you’re gone
Visits your room and pretends you’re still there.
He pretends as if he’s actually talking your ear off about some clothes he found at the mall when he’s really just going insane
All the one night stands, all the bottles can't replace the feelings you gave him, the butterflies he’ll never feel again because no matter how much he loved you on the inside, he hadnt had the guts to reciprocate your feelings. Out of fear, out of fear that he would end up treating you like the sin of lust treats people.
The sin of lust, the one that treats people like objects only to please him, the sin that doesnt care what it takes as long as he gets to get wasted
You dont deserve that. You’re a saint. He thought. Eventually you ran away because of how much he ignored you.
oh how he wish he could turn back time..
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leviathans-watching · 5 months ago
Brothers or dateables reacting to the MC texting them “daddy” “oops wrong person”
(Sorry if you’re not comfortable with this)
daddy/wrong person texting prank on older brothers
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includes: lucifer, mammon, levi x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
rated t | m.list | pt 2
warnings: the tiniest bit suggestive at the beginning of each character tho it's def not bad at all, mentions of online safety and being eaten (levi)
a/n: thanks for double-checking but this is fine since it's still t rated and sfw! pt 2 will be out soon and i hope you don't mind that i made it into a smau format. this was fun and thanks sm for requesting! my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, or request, so drop by!!
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cactus-stories · 2 months ago
Different - Leviathan x GN!MC
Leviathan is envious of his brothers. They all have something on their demon form that reminds them of the Celestial Realm, and it seemed to interest the human to no end... but what about him?
Angst and Fluff || emotional hurt/comfort || 1.3k Words
TW: none
Levi peeked at you from above his Devilstation Portable, watching your interaction with Asmodeus with faint curiosity.
"Wait so your wings turned into leather?!" your surprised voice as you looked at Asmo's demon form. "They are really pretty! it compliments your look very nicely!"
"Thank you, dear. It took a while to get used to it, but I love them now!" he caressed one of them gently, stretching the other in your direction. "You wanna touch it?"
"I can??" smiling excitedly, you brushed your hand lightly over the wing, feeling the leathery surface and smiling. "Feels nice, I wish I could've seen them before too, I bet they were gorgeous!"
"Oh, you bet they were! The prettiest wings any angel has ever seen." with a smirk, he turned to Levi. "Levi there had some pretty nice ones too, I wish you could've seen it!"
"Really?! That's so cool!" the purple haired brother blushed, gaze quickly going back to his DSP in an attempt to flee the conversation without having to leave the room. "I haven't really seen your demon form apart from the TSL tournament, and let's say the last thing in my mind was stopping to admire it."
"I'm sorry..." he mumbled, ashamed of himself.
"It's fine, I'm jsut curious, it's all." turning back to Asmo for a second, you missed the way his face fell, looking down as he decided to leave to finally get up and leave.
"Where are you going, Levi?" Asmo asked, making you turn back to the third-born, confused.
"My room." and with that, he left, leaving both of you looking at each other, confused.
Your glanced went from where Levi just was to Asmo, a slightly worried expression on your face. Did you say something wrong? The demon noticed how fidgety you were, looking at you apologetically.
"You know... Levi misses his angel form quite a lot." he commented, putting a hand on your shoulder. "He kinda got the short end of the stick on all this demon thing. Let's just say his demon features are... unusual, to say the least."
"Really? I haven't seen much of it, but I do find it really pretty..." you mumbled, looking down while feeling the hotness on your cheeks. "You think I should talk to him?"
Asmo only smiled at you, gesturing vaguely with his head to the hall where Levi's room was located. Looking around for a bit, you got up, waving a quick goodbye at him and speeding to the otaku's room.
And this is where you encountered yourself, standing in front of the door of the third-born's room, debating with yourself if you should knock on the door or not. It's not that you were scared of Levi, actually, you guys got pretty close the past few weeks. You were scared of how awkwards it might get.
But this was Levi, your otaku friend, the shy man that lit up the room when he spoke about his interests, the guy that cherished his pet goldfish more than most people would image, the Ruri-chan fan that cosplayed and wanted to be a profissional gamer.
You didn't want him to be sad, and you already knew how insecure he was, so if you could cheer him up at least a little it'd be enough!
Taking a deep breath, you knock on the door, using the secret code you shared when to signalize it wasn't just one of his brothers. A muffled "come in" was heard from the inside, and you quietly opens the door.
"Hey, Levi..." you looked around, seeing him on his computer's chair, curled up into himself. "Are you okay? I'm sorry if I said something wrong, but please, don't be sad!"
Levi mumbled something, but you couldn't quite understand it. You approached the chair, notice his face was quite red and his eyes were squeezed shut.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"This is SO UNFAIR!" he repeated, louder this time. "They all managed to keep something from their angel forms. Lucifer, Asmo, Mammon, Beel, they all still have wings! Even Satan has a boa with feathers and he never even was an angel!"
You put a hand on his shoulder, feeling him tense up and curl into himself a little more. Tears were starting to build up in his eyes, and he wiped them meekly, still not able to look at you.
"I mean, Belphie is the only one apart from me that doesn't have anything from back then, but he already said he likes his demon form more than his celestial one! Why am I the one stuck with the gross tail and weird horns? It's unfair!"
"And you seem to really have an interest on my brother's demon forms, but why would you have an interest on mine? It's disgusting!" you started rubbing circles on his shoulder carefully. "Humans always say they wish they could fly, they find wings pretty and delicate. I don't have that! And you think I don't know? Humans hate snakes! And they dislike fish too! So what's there for you to like on my demon form?"
Your heart broke hearing your best friend talk like that, you knew he had self-deprecating tendencies, but not to this level! Calling his name, you used the hem of your sleeve to wipe his tears, trying to organize your thoughts.
"Leviathan! That is not true! I'll let you know that lots of humans like snakes and fish, me included! I'm sorry if it sounded like I wasn't interested in your demon form, that's not what it is at all! I was just worried you'd be uncomfortable with it, so I wanted to give it some more time before asking!" he looked at you, surprised. "I'm really curious, and the only time I saw it I found it really pretty! So please, don't call yourself disgusting!"
He was astonished. You... liked his demon form? You thought it was pretty?! He gasped, face burning red as he covered it with his hands. You smiled softly, waiting for him to calm down a bit.
Slowly, he uncovered his face, changing into his demon form and looking anywhere other than at you. His scally tail ondulated behind him in a mesmerizing way, quickly grabbing your attention. The hand on his shoulder moved gently to his horns, silently asking permission before grazing your hands against them.
They felt like touching corals, the texture was nice to the touch and the black colour had some shine to it that made it look like obsidian in the right lighting. He let out a soft sigh, leaning into the touch and closing his eyes.
"You really meant that?" Levi asked, eyes still closed. "That you found my demon form pretty?"
"Absolutely! Your scales are so pretty, they look really well cared for, and your horns shine in a really nice way! And I really like the way your tail moves." you beamed, taking your hands off his horns, hearing him hum disapprovingly. "Can I... touch it?"
"I-If you want to!" he squeaked, blushing even more furiously. "I-I'll try and make it still so it's easier for you..."
Sitting next to him on a beanbag, you waited until he rested his tail on your lap, carefully sliding your fingers through the obsidian scales, smiling to yourself at the way they shined. He seemed to be enjoying it, relaxing into his seat and turning your way.
"You wanna know something funny?" you asked, smiling at him.
Levi nodded, seemingly enjoying all the attention his demon features were getting.
"You say humans wish they could fly, and that might be true for some, but you know what I wanted the most when I was little?"
He looked at you, curiously, the end of his tail curling softly around your wrist and letting go. "What?"
"To be a mermaid."
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archive-data · 6 months ago
levi being a sapiaboo (basically a weeb but for human culture)
levi to mc: [awkard] so mc....do you mind i-if i ask a few questions...??
mc on their phone: [looks up at levi] uhh yea, sure, what questions you got?
levi not knowing how to phrase his question: so um...you don't really have to answer this question, it might be uncomfortable, but i um—
mc: spill it, levi
levi gets close and whispers not so discreetly: [loud whisper voice] do humans actually pull out their teeth?!?!?
mc: of course we do, we pull out most of them until new set of teeth grow ba—
levi: [faints]
mc: [poking levi] you—you okay there?
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devildomsexting · 6 months ago
🍆🍆 Levi
You really had to do this to me rn?? 🥵
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