My Brain is Over Capactity

Obey Me, an SU AU, SDV, TKDB, and other ideas loiter in my head || This blog is minor friendly BUT DO /NOT/ INTERACT IF A POST IS LABELED 🔞 || Requests are OPEN

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Minors are allowed | If posts are marked 18+, DO NOT INTERACT

Requests are OPEN | Will cease when asks hit 10 requests

Appreciation Posts

×Mammon Appreciation Week

Masterpost of Headcanons/Finished Fanfics

×Requests: Headcanons

-Brothers with MC with Tension from Anxiety/Stress

-MC That Progressively Fears the Brothers

-MC That's Done with Life (ft. the Brothers) ⚠️

×Requests:

Mammon // Hangover Chills // Tickling Gone Wrong

×Headcanons

(SFW)

-The Brothers and How They Work Out with MC

-Brothers' Preferred Massage Areas

-The Brothers’ Agitated/Nervous Stimming Habits

-The Brothers Sleeping with MC

(NSFW)

-Mammon

Yandere!Mammon - Sexual Kinks

-Satan

Sexual Kinks

×Fanfictions

[Obey Me]

Beel // Mark Me

Levi // A Reward for the Loser (NSFW) // After-party of All-night Gaming and Cuddling // You Have to Say It (NSFW)

Mammon // Infatuated (NSFW) // One More Gift // Sweets and a Gift (Holiday Exchange Gift) // Domestic Morning

[Obey Me Quote Series]

Mammon // My Body Obeys (NSFW) | Coercion (NSFW)

[Your Boyfriend]

Peter // Nickname

Analysis Posts

Characters:

Lucifer is a Soft Dumbass

Devilgrams:

I Hate the Angelic Event

Fanfics, OCs, and AUs that have Infested My Brain:

I'm putting a cut here. This is hella long and a pain to scroll through.

Obey Me

• MCs

Yukino

Yuzuki

• AUs

1) Dark Obey Me AU (Untitled)

Levi has bought a new fully-immersive ARG horror game that has a precautioned warning for the immersion aspect and excitedly invites MC (and Mammon) to play without really paying attention to the warning. This is around the time MC's magic is unstable.

When the trio starts up the simulated environment reality and virtual reality merges together to make the horror genre go beyond terrifying. Death is a possibility, and no one is safe.

Link to tag here!

2) Onmoraki!Mammon AU

Two different ideas with the same bare bones plot - explained here!

3) Redamancy (A Devilgram-esque AU)

Asmo, Levi, Mammon, and MC are shopping around in a cursed antique jewelry shop when the group discovers a particular necklace. The three brothers begin squabbling over it before MC snatched it away from them to end their arguing. After all four touched the necklace, a flash of light obscured their vision.

When they regained consciousness the brothers realized they weren't in the store anymore, let alone the Devildom, and MC was stuck in the center of a contraption that looked like a roulette wheel! Above MC a timer has started counting down.

Confused and trapped themselves, will they escape before time runs out?

Link here!

4) Yandere!Mammon

It's Mammon but as a yandere!

Link to tag here!

• NSFW(-ish) Fanfics

1) It's really bad how much content is solely focused around Mammon, but I had idea of Yuki just flustering and teasing and tormenting poor Mammon with random kiss attacks and out of the blue make-out sessions before bailing just as Mammon gets settled into the kissing.

Yuki's basically being a flirt and tease, blue-balling Mammon for shits and giggles.

2) PWP - Levi is too consumed with playing videos games lately, and MC is getting annoyed at the lack of attention from him. So! They take it upon themselves to get his eyes on them in a way he can't ignore~

3) Yandere!Belphie! Belphie slips a pill into MC's drink when they're not looking. When MC falls unconscious, Belphie carries them to his room. He sleeps with them while they're passed out.

• SFW Fanfics

-Flash Fics:

1) Belphie asks MC out on a starry night date, and they have a cute moment before falling asleep under blankets and twinkling lights.

-Multi-Chaptered Fics:

1) Coming to Terms with My Dead Self Dysphoria (Working Title)

I theorize that the timeline shifted into the one Yuki came from originally. Zie merged with the dead Yuki's feelings, emotions, experiences, etc. while also still having zir previous memories and experiences with the brothers, so Yuki is conflicted on how zie feels about the situation and doesn't quite understand what happened to zir timeline's residents, like did zie just become disconnected from the timeline and zie's missing, leaving behind zir Mammon and the connections zie made with the characters, or did the characters merge but lost their memories from the prior timeline, leaving Yuki as the only person with both sets of memories and alone, or did Yuki actually just replace the dead Yuki, picking up where zie left off but alive?

These questions and uncertainties makes Yuki isolate zirself, and zie has to figure this stuff out. Mammon, on the other hand, wants to talk to Yuki, because he's confused and feels lost on how to cope with this person that looks like his Yuki and talks like his Yuki, but is it? Considering he held Yuki as zie was dying and then faded away in his arms, Mammon wants to understand what happened.

There's also the issue with Belphie. He murdered Yuki. He didn't kill zir in the other timeline, so this couldn't possibly be that Belphie at all. Or did that Belphie have a hidden agenda all along and it just played out differently? Regardless, Yuki is uncomfortable to be around him, and zie's reluctant to be anywhere near him, even if someone else is around. Beel is happy to have his brother back, but he did kill Yuki so he's conflicted how to help either of them.

It's a mess of emotions and struggling.

2) Dissociation (Working Title)

Yuki is AFAB but is on the non-binary spectrum as agender. For simplicity's sake, Yuki explains herself as a femme non-binary individual to most people. The usual pronouns are she/her and zie/zir.

It starts with Mammon and Yuki fiddling around with magic spells that they're not experienced with for Spells and Curses class. During an experimental process for a spell it goes wrong, and Yuki is now with a male body instead of a female one.

This is where the elements and plot get to sensitive levels to explain. I'm genderfluid non-binary, but I feel bouts of dysphoria with my female body. Yuki relates to me in this way that zie also has conflicts and uncomfortable moments with zir body. Zie tolerates zir female body, but zie's not totally comfortable in zir own skin.

So during this time Yuki is struggling with this new male body, because Yuki has, obviously, never had male anatomy before. Zir body has been changed and altered beyond what zie knows and is comfortable with, but zie has to come to try to deal with the amplified dysphoria.

Mammon is by Yuki's side and does his best to help until the magic wears off, but it's a journey and ordeal to get through.

I wanted this to be a piece of work that reflects stuff I deal with, while also being an interesting project to involve the line magic can cross when it becomes too personal, meaning how it affects/changes you physically and how that experience is dealt with, especially when it's done out of your control/against your wishes.

-Stories That Are Oneshots but Hella Long:

1) This one plays into my headcanon kinks for Mammon. He’s a sucker for sensory touches. Lightly stroking his arms, scratching his head, massaging his shoulders, kissing his fingers, holding him close, etc. This is just a soft moment for Mammon to relax though. Nothing NSFW with this idea.

2) In one chat with Lucifer he asks MC what they think he should get for Beel from the human world (the options were chocolate bar, cotton candy, or whatever). Lucifer mentions that Beel has never had cotton candy.

MC, astounded by this fact, considering Beel eats just about everything in sight, decides to take Beel to a human world carnival to remedy the problem. Just a cute event for the two to bond

-Short Stories That I Think Are Cute and Self-indulgent:

1)Listening to Carly Rae Jepson’s I Really Like You I got scenes of Mammon and Yuki just chilling and watching TV, and Yuki realizes zir blooming affections and mentions them to Mammon on a couple occasions.

2) Another song inspired story by PUBLIC’s Splash and Doja Cat’s Say So. Go figure! Anyway, it’s a cutesy idea of Yuki trying to get Mammon out of his shell and admit to himself that he has feelings for zir, because zie sees it and Yuki has feelings for him, too. (Might not write)

Persona 3

-Flash Fics:

1) Fem!MC (Minako) is really upset and hurt when Junpei blames her for the situation the team is facing, but tries to keep herself together until she's able to leave without running away.

Despite how late it is, Minako leaves the dorms to go to the hospital to talk with a recovering Shinji about what they've learned. With no one around to see, Minako breaks down her facade and cries, feeling guilty and helpless at the revelation of everything.

2) With the news that Chidori has basically come back from the dead and the positive reaction from Junpei, Minako leaves, hopeful that Shinji has also recovered and woken up. When she gets to his hospital room, he's still unconscious, comatose, with the beeps of the heart monitor and drips from the IV bag making the only noise.

Disappointed, she deflates into a chair beside Shinji's bed and holds his hand. Minako starts talking to him about Chidori's surprise recovery and says she knows he can pull through too.

Steven Universe

• OCs

Indicolite (Indy) | Kunzite (Kite)

Aegirine | Plum Pearl | Apophyllite (Phylli) | Stilbite

Lepidolite | Axinite

Hauyne

Planet 9

• AUs

Gem Survivors

After the war ends, there's only a handful of rebel gems left on Earth, scattered and unaware of Rose Quartz's location. Lost and without guidance, the gems have to try to come to terms with their new lives on Earth.

Centuries old loss, regret, guilt. New freedom, a sense of self, new beginnings.

They all fought for different reasons, but was it worth it in the end?

Homestuck

-Multi-chaptered fic:

Humanstuck! Davekat! Mostly inspired from AJR songs

Summary needs work - very basic briefing

Dave and Karkat are both dealing with their feelings for each other, while also trying to figure themselves out. Dave with his sexuality, plans for life, and trauma with his past. Karkat with his feelings for Dave, his insecurities, and how to get past Dave's walls.

Stardew Valley

-Basically Oneshots:

-Seb x SVF

1) Seb wakes up in the middle of the night because of a nightmare. Quietly getting out of bed and trying not to wake up SVF, he grabs the wrong hoodie on his way outside to get some fresh air. When Seb finally settles down, he realizes that his hoodie is a bit snug on him. He picked up the wrong one in his rush, because SVF and Seb both wear dark pullovers

He's not really bothered by it. If anything, Seb is more comforted with their hoodie on. It almost feels like a hug, and it smells like them. The cool air and the starry sky ease Sebastian further, and he eventually goes back to lay with the SVF.

2) SVF has a slow and awkward progress of befriending the emo boy lamenting at the lake's edge while trying to find a good place to fish.

3) SVF brings Seb a frozen tear/obsidian after spending hours looking for one/getting a call from Clint that one of their geodes produced one. As they go to knock on his bedroom door, they hear voices laughing, being Abigail and Seb.

A stabbing feeling of jealousy spreads and a realization happens about why that feeling keeps getting worse. SVF leaves without giving seb the stone, but leaves it by his door.

4) SVF is working on the farm in the late evening when they hear Seb's motorcycle taking off down the road and out of Stardew Valley and has thoughts about him and their feelings and being selfish about not wanting him to leave. They simmer that emotion with understanding why he wants to leave.

-Abigail x SVF (Might not write, forgot parts)

1) When Abigail goes to SVF's house to apologize for her behavior the day prior, she accidentally about hits SVF in the face as she started knocking because they opened the door to start their morning tasks.

Embarrassed, Abigail apologizes and turns to leave, but before she can SVF calls her name. She turns around, cheeks red, and SVF surprises her with a kiss. Her blush deepens and, flabbergasted, quickly leaves.

-Haley x SVF

1) Time to Get Your Manicured Hands Dirty

Haley sees SVF picking berries, so she goes to join them. After she sees how it's done, she helps. SVF is also trimming some branches to plant back on their farm. Haley offers to help plant the branches and instead of using a tool, uses her hands to dig holes.

When SVF notices, they quickly stop her and give her a spade to use. Haley takes a moment to look at her nails, and she shrugs the damage off. She takes the spade and continues spending time with and helping SVF.

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Domestic Morning

Mammon x MC

Pronouns: You | POV: Second

Tags: Gender neutral MC

The first thing to become alert before being consciously awake is your sense of smell as you breathe in a strong smoky and salty aroma that has a faintly sweet, chocolatey-caramelized scent hidden beneath it. The moment the distinctive smell starts to get over taken by an acrid odor is when you fully wake up. You have breakfast duty today, and so does Mammon, which means he was already beginning without you. Groaning, you pull yourself out of bed, not bothering to change out of the clothes you wore to bed.

As you enter the kitchen, sweet pancake batter wafts over burnt fat and an out-of-tune whistling greets you. Despite the cheerful attitude making you feel better about the early awakening, you offer a groggy greeting as you approach him for a hug, wrapping your arms around his waist, nuzzling your face into his back. He feels warm and comforting. The way his muscles shift under his shirt as he moves begins to lull you back to sleep standing up.

A soft grip holds one of your hands, and it sends a gentle thrill of exhilaration up your arm and throughout your chest.

"Ya need to wake up. Are you plannin' on makin' me do all the cooking?"

"I could smell you burning the bacon. Why do you think I got up?"

"Hey, I saved the bacon this time! Besides, it's better with some crunch, don't ya think?"

Despite the light banter, you appreciate what he is doing. You stay quiet about it because the silence makes the little things Mammon has started doing for you that he probably thinks you haven't noticed all the more appreciated. Smiling, you take in the moment before helping him prepare the rest of breakfast.

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Mammon and his Demonio 666

Mammon x MC(-ish)

Pronouns: You | POV: Second

Tags: GN MC

"She looks good, right?"

Mammon stares at the freshly polished and waxed silver Demonio 666, a look of reverence on his face. Pride and love is practically radiating off of Mammon. Even though the emotions are incomprehensible to you from the way he feels them, you have a wide grin as you watch him in his element.

He glances over at you with a soft, genuine smile that you mostly ever see expressed towards yourself, and butterflies stir up in your stomach. That smile is angled differently at the moment, but you enjoy seeing it all the same.

Despite how deeply you love him already, you somehow keep finding ways to fall in love with him even more. A warm feeling tingles your insides as Mammon devotes himself to something outside of his sin and your relationship. Your eyes follow every movement and expression Mammon makes as he fusses around the Demonio, and it delights you to see the different ways Mammon can act when he lets his guard down. The way he concentrates and the way he handles himself always captivates you.

When he glances in your direction again, Mammon notices the way you have been staring at him, like how you tend to do when he loses himself in certain moments when the two of you are alone. He gives you a scrunched look of bashfulness as the ear-to-ear smile he had morphs into a tight line.

"Y-Ya know, you don't have to be watchin' me like that! It ain't like I'm doing anythin' all that special."

"You looked like you were really enjoying yourself, though. I love watching you."

Mammon makes a bit of a choked noise as you hide a shit-eating grin behind your hand. A dark blush wells up from his neck to his ears, and you wonder if it could be possible for steam to erupt out of the top of his head.

"Yeah, well..! I..! I love havin' you around... al-almost more than I love my Demonio here! S-So, ya better appreciate how much you mean to me, got it?!"

You tighten your lips to hold back the laughter rising in your throat, but you just nod in response, although Mammon has already turned his attention back to his car. You can see the shine in his eyes, and you admire Mammon, watching him thrive in the moment as he admires his car, looking it over before wiping off a smudge of grease on the hood and proudly smiling at his reflection in the shiny metal.

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Sweets and a Gift

Mammon x Cup (Female MC)

Pronouns: You | POV: Second

Tags: Self-insert MC, holiday date, cute shenanigans

As part of the @obeymevents holiday exchange, I got to write for @abrokecupoftea and her MC!

Despite me being a bit late because I got too stressed about making sure everything turned out okay, it was fun to try to write for an actual MC not my own. Thank you for organizing the event, Panda, and a thanks to Cup for being patient!

“There you are, Cup! Been lookin’ all over RAD for ya.”

A voice calling from over your shoulder caught your attention as you were ascending the stairs. Before even turning to see who the voice belonged to, you knew. That loud tone and attractively shrill pitch could only belong to one person.

“Oh, Mammon! Did you need something?”

“No, not really.. Well, actually.. Are ya free now? You are, right?”

You hesitated an answer. He caught you on your way back to the council room to report your end of day responsibilities, so you technically still had something to finish before you were dismissed by Lucifer. “I will be, but I need to--”

“Cool, then you’re comin’ with me! I got some errands to run in town, and you’re taggin’ along!”

Mammon grabbed your wrist, tugging you back down the stairs towards the entrance doors that connected to the courtyard of RAD.

“No, wait, I still have to--”

“It'll be fine!"

A part of you wanted to rebuttal his pushy attitude, but with the brisk pace and delighted look on his face, Mammon was clearly excited about something. You sighed down your complaints about his brashness and assuming ways, and let him pull you along.

You hoped Lucifer would be okay with a text message excusing your absence!

Once in town, Mammon had slowed his excited strides to a more casual walk. At his behest, you held hands as you strolled through the streets. He detoured around groups of demons, keeping you close and away from stray shoulders and unsuspecting trips.

“Hey, watch where you’re goin’!”

It was almost Christmas, so decorations and lights were placed pretty much anywhere they could be - wreaths were hung on lamp posts and doors and patio fencing, different colored string lights zigged and zagged overhead and fastened to restaurant awnings and above entrance-ways, various ball ornaments, giant candy canes, and snowflake-shaped lights were swaying around in cramped spaces. Not to mention the many, many winter-themed stickers and decor placed on windows and doors.

So, of course, the town was a frenzy of shoppers and groups milling about, loitering in front of shops and entrances and even in the middle of the pathways.

“If ya don’t wanna be bumped into, don’t stand in the way!”

Once the both of you parsed through the worst of the shopping district, Mammon stopped in a pocket amongst the swarm of people to take a breather.

“Somehow we made it through there.. I need some air.”

“The Devildom really takes the holidays seriously, huh?”

“Yeah, ever since Lord Diavolo officially established it, everyone gets crazier around this time.”

“Where are we going first?” you asked curiously.

“To Cafe Lament,” Mammon answered back.

“Are we getting something from there? Ohh, I wonder if they have anything new!”

“..Who knows.”

There was a lull in conversation, but as you looked around at the store fronts, you noticed the sign for Cafe Lament just a few more roads down. Demons were still clumped and grouped together, but it was more dispersed than what was a few feet away. Still, it could be possible to get separated!

“There’s the cafe, Mammon. Come on!” You grabbed his hand as you spoke, but before you got too far you felt resistance against your pull, so you turned back to see what was up.

“So, uh, I..” You noticed the shift on his face to shy avoidance as he let go of your hand and gestured with it over his shoulder, thumb pointing vaguely behind him. “Actually, I gotta go grab somethin’ from one’a the other stores.”

“Oh, okay. We can just go to Lament after that then.”

“N-No, you just go on, and I’ll meet ya there afterwards.”

There was a brief pause as you stared at each other, slightly confused about his sudden change in behavior. As Mammon turned to leave, he took one step before quickly twirling back around on his heel to face you again. “OH, and when you get there, don’t look at the food stuff! Wait ‘til I get there! I mean it!”

Walking into Cafe Lament, it was immediately apparent that it was busier than usual, but with a stroke of luck there were a few tables open, one conveniently by the windows facing the street outside. It was a bit awkward taking a table empty-handed, but you ignored the feeling. Mammon would return before too long.

Or so you thought.

People watching can only be interesting after so long, inside the cafe and out. Conversations melded together among the patrons and keeping an eye out for a messy tuft of white hair through the meandering masses outside only kept you entertained until your fourth assumption of seeing Mammon and it not being him deflated you. Distracting yourself on your phone only only helped for a bit - scrolling through pictures on Devilgram, looking at deals on Akuzon, checking on the group chats, considering sending a barrage of messages to Mammon before deleting them - because every couple minutes to every few seconds your eyes kept glancing at the time.

Bored and with waning patience with no more stuff to do, you resorted to looking at the arrangements on the table. Different colored sweetener packets, half-filled sauce bottles, a centerpiece with fake greens and something akin to red holly berries for decoration, and a stack of menus neatly placed in the tabletop stand. Remembering what Mammon said about not looking at the food items piqued your curiosity about it.

You did try to resist, but the longer Mammon took to show up, the more curious you became.

Maybe a peek would be fine. Just a quick browse over it to curb your inquisitiveness. You would just read the old stuff to kill more time. If you saw anything new, you would just avert your eyes.

You slipped a menu out of its holder and browsed through it. The usual drinks and food were listed on the first two pages, but when you turned to the backside the bold wording at the top caught your attention immediately – Limited Specials for Two: To Share With That Special One!

You blinked, staring at the delightfully colored wording, and then it quickly started coming together for you. “Ohh..!”

This was supposed to be a date.

That was why Mammon told you so firmly not to look, but your nosiness spoiled another surprise that he had tried to set up. Despite that, you were so tempted to see what kind of things they had. Just a look at the names, not even a glance at the pictures!

Silently apologizing to Mammon, you started browsing through the desserts:

>Baumkuchen (Ring Cake)

Resembling the many layers of rings from a tree, this cake represents a long-lasting relationship accompanied with layers of happiness over time. Perfect for the winter holidays!

>Honmei Choco (True Feelings Chocolate) - Christmas Edition!

Why limit this special chocolate to a single day? With romance along with the Christmas spirit, blend the two like our specially blended, high-quality, made-by-hand chocolate, and blur the line to turn this sweet treat into a romantic, wintery moment to deepen that bond with that special someone.

>Seasonal Mochi

Similar to its stretchy and unbreakable texture, eating this will help encourage longevity and persistence with your bonding love to your special someone!

Options for filling include: strawberries, cranberry orange, chocolate orange, peppermint matcha, and hazelnut.

For a limited time only on New Year’s Eve and New Year: Kagami Mochi, for good fortune!

>Melty Kiss Chocolate

For on the go! Quick bite-sized winter-themed chocolates shaped like snowflakes

The list continued on with further descriptions, but you were interrupted when you heard familiar soft thuds after the chiming of the door caught your attention. You stiffened as you turned to see Mammon, quickly approaching, with a medium-sized plastic bag in hand.

“Sorry. There was a line, and it took longer than I thought it would,” he began to explain but stopped short. You never had time to even attempt to hide the menu in your hands. All you could offer was a caught-red-handed shy smile. “What the?! Are you seriously snoopin’ through the menu when I told ya not to?!”

“Ahh, I mean, yes, but no?! I didn’t.. read all of it..!”

“Seriously..!”

He harrumphed into the chair across from you, pouting. You felt bad for ruining the surprise, but his grumpy face was kind of cute. You offered an apology as you closed the menu and placed it down on the table. Mammon quietly bristled, and you tried navigating the conversation to something else.

“So, um.. what did you get?” You indicated with a head tilt towards the bag he had placed on the floor next to his seat. You leaned over to see what was in it, but Mammon grabbed the handles and slid it closer to his legs.

“Quit bein’ so dang nosy, Cup,” Mammon softly warned. As you reclined back up, you thought you heard him murmur something under his voice. “You’ll get it later, anyway...”

As it turned out, Mammon had no real errands to do, aside from picking up the mystery package. Going to Cafe Lament had been his plan along, to try the new holiday desserts. His gullible-ness for superstitions about love and relationships was way too stupidly cute. Thinking about it, you gently shook your head and smiled at his continuous attempts, despite you already being so in love with him. The lemon parfait and the coffee rumors, the love charms, his umbrella doodle - all of it enamored you so much more than any potential magic that could ever influence you.

Today was just another example to add to the growing list of reasons you loved him so much.

Although, your sweet tooth, on the other hand, might have a few complaints about him.

Later that evening, after dinner and the usual antics subsided as everyone went to their rooms, Mammon accompanied you back to your bedroom, intending to spend more time together with you before Lucifer began his rounds.

Before joining you in his usual spot, Mammon hesitated, a blush starting to color his cheeks, as he shoved a package at you, a large apparel box with the Devicci store name written in a repeated pattern across the ribbon that held it closed. You took the box from him with both hands and plopped down onto your bed, settling it onto your lap. Tugging a tail to undo the bow, you slipped the ribbon off and untucked the flaps of the box to reveal a gentle, soothing colored hoodie folded neatly inside. It was a muted lilac that blended into a darker shade of lavender at the end of the sleeves and the bottom hem.

“Oh, wow!” you exclaimed as you pulled the hoodie out, holding it up to look at it. The fabric was a soft cotton texture; just feeling it in your hands you could tell that it was going to be extremely comfortable to wear.

“Take a look at the inside’a the right sleeve.”

You did as Mammon said, holding the majority of the clothing against your chest, and rolling the sleeve up to see an inscription hand-sewn into the fabric, totally unnoticeable from the outside. It was a heart colored a deeper shade of purple with an M next to it.

While you were gazing at the threaded engraving, Mammon pulled out a second box, untied the ribbon, and revealed another hoodie, this one black and larger but otherwise identical to yours. Mammon took a seat next to you on the bed. You watched him fold back the left sleeve and paired them together. His had a white heart with a C accompanying it.

“If we wear these, even if we’re not together, then it’ll still be like we are, y’know? Was the idea I had at the time...”

“Thank you, Mammon! This was so thoughtful of you! I love it so much!”

“O-Oh. Well, I’m glad you’re enjoyin’ it so much... You better! It was a limited run. I had to get up extra early to stand in line to order it! You should try it on, see if it fits ya alright.”

“Okay!”

At your excited request, although Mammon tried to argue, despite easily relenting, he wore his hoodie with you as the both of you sat comfortably on the bed, watching the Devildom version of a Hallmark Christmas movie. It was a bit stifling with the extra layer on, but it was so cozy and warm in the best way. It was so comfortable! It felt like one continuous hug.

Mammon offered his hand to you, and you welcomed it, a loose grip, fingers intertwined in a gentle grasp. You noticed with the alignment of how your sleeve overlaid on his that the two inscriptions were pressed together, and you hid your face into the collar to hide the wide, unrestrained grin breaking across your face.

Hiding the fact you wore matching clothing with Mammon was so ridiculous, but if it meant you could have moments like these then you really had no qualms with his reasoning of hiding it from his brothers. This was a special moment for the two of you, and in some way, thinking like this, helped you understand his reasonings a bit better.

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Infatuated

Mammon x Female MC

Pronouns: You | POV: Second

Tags: Soft smut, intense emotional feelings (for Mammon), 18+

Dim flickering from a forgotten movie playing in the background set a soft ambience in your bedroom as you sat on top of Mammon. The shifting light gave his eyes a soft gleaming effect, and the flecks of gold in them glowed, intensifying the look of absolute adoration and tenderness Mammon was showing you.

You felt him in you, the pulsating heat making you clench around him and a smoldering hotness tingled your whole body. You thought you might melt with the passion that engulfed you.

Mammon nuzzled into your hand as you cupped one of his cheeks – it felt flushed and hot – and kissed the edge of the palm. You traced your thumb along his lips, soft yet dry. Inwardly, you wanted to drink up everything he had to offer you. Sliding your hand down, you lightly gripped his throat, feeling the faint palpitations of his heart under his skin.

You tilted his head back, and a shadow enveloped his glimmering eyes into dark blue pools that had you transfixed. If you gazed long enough, the yearning greed that resided in them threatened to drown you.

Mammon brought you back into the moment with a shift of his hips, pressing into you, and you startled, surprised by the sudden movement. It made the embers in your stomach stir wildly. You wanted to prolong the intimate connection, of feeling him being in you, but it was intolerable to keep waiting for much longer.

Pressing your legs into the mattress, tightening their grip against Mammon’s waist, you lifted yourself up, feeling an intense aching of emptiness, though, only for a moment. You lowered back onto Mammon too quickly, and a hot pleasure jolted your nerves. Your mind went fuzzy for a second, and the only thing you could think to do was remember Mammon. You gripped his hands tightly, digging your nails into skin, pressing your moist palms together to stay tethered to one another, the only physical anchor you had to keep from slipping into the mental state of euphoria that was eclipsing you from everything else unrelated to Mammon.

You concentrated on him - on his expressions, every crease and pinch of his eyebrows, the way his mouth trembled and broke apart for little sucks of air or breathless gasps. He must have felt you looking at him – as he always seems to do when you linger watching him too long, captivated by all his actions and smiles – because his eyes fluttered open. He returned your dazed stare with a fervent one. His grip equalled your own, and somehow that little action provoked you more, tingling sensations shooting through your arms.

You felt him so deeply. Mammon lifted and heaved, moving in tandem with your own movements.

You wanted to indulge in every sense. Internalize, memorize, fix in your mind every waking moment of this night – each quivered sigh and warbled moan, the mixing smells of natural scents and his cologne and sweat and lust, all the touches, intentional and not, light and possessive. The way Mammon was shaping your insides. The way you felt elated and content and loved. The way your heart ached from loving him so much. The way it hurt so much. You wanted to savor it all.

It was too much, though, the physical feelings and emotions rolling through you like a hurricane. Hot pleasure erupted through your body, euphoric spasms sapping your energy with each shudder. You dropped forward, a lack of strength from exhaustion, but caught yourself from completely falling.

Arms embraced you into their hold and tugged you down. Resting against Mammon’s chest, you heard the racing heartbeats settling, and it stirred something inside you. You were the cause of his accelerated heart rate, his labored breathing, the blissful look he had resting while hugging you. Like how he had so many effects on you, this was what you were capable of doing to him.

You buried your face into his neck, peppering it with kisses, light ones and deep ones that would definitely leave marks. You shifted to reach his clavicle, and you started suckling against his salty skin, marring it with a trail of love bites to the other side. By the time you were done, it looked like a necklace of red marks.

It was beautiful. It marked him as yours - physically, momentarily. Your love was bruised on him for anyone to see.

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Hi hi!! About Mammon, can I request some stuff? gonna toss a couple things out there here. Feel free to pick the ones you prefer

Giving all of your attention to him

Falling asleep together after a full day together

Thanks!

Hangover Chills

Mammon x GN MC

Pronouns: You | POV: Second

Tags: mentions of alcohol, very slight suggestiveness

"Man," Mammon sighed, "I'm partied out."

You scoff a mildly sarcastic laugh as you watch him reach over his shoulders to grab the back of his black shirt and pull it over his head, messing up his hair in the process, and toss it onto the couch next to his discarded jacket.

Rowdy, constant high energy, and the life the party that just finally came to an end. Descriptors that fit Mammon the moment the celebrations started hours ago. Demons really had the stamina to spare, and after years of enduring all sorts of events and circumstances, days like today made you realize that you built an endurance to keep up with them, especially the extroverted ones. Mostly.

Before the party began, just a little past the early morning hours, you spent all day with Mammon, by his side and a part of his antics all the way up until now. Despite his party animal tendencies ramping up when Demonus was involved, the greedy demon had surprisingly drunk modestly throughout the festivities. Although, he still had had his wild moments. Luckily, when Lucifer had decided it was time to start wrapping things up, Mammon only fussed a little before you convinced him that the both of you could continue for a while longer in his room.

You heard an immediate chorus of disgruntled retorts and responses, as expected. It only made sense that you would want to be with him, just less coherently and more rambunctiously said. Lucifer flatly agreed and calmed the other brothers down, as usual, but it would only be for a bit. Mammon almost instigated another round of disgruntlement with a proud huff before Lucifer threatened to make the both of you clean up the majority of the mess.

You plop down on Mammon's couch, finally feeline exhaustion wash over you. A dull aching throb of a headache had begun after a few of the glasses during the party. Demonus has never had any effect on you like it did demons, but clearly some of the drinks had something alcoholic in it. You felt the effects slowly course through you when you started drinking. It started with a slight pressure behind your brow, like usual when you consume alcoholic drinks in quick session, and it spread to your temples. Your cheeks warmed and tingled, then it spread to your forehead and to the tips of your ears, eventually it rolled down into your arms and fingers. It wasn't much longer after that you became a giggling, bubbly mess, laughing at nothing and delighted by everything, made even more infectious by Mammon.

Now that it was just you two and the aftermath was settling the atmosphere, the party vibe sizzled out. Away from the excitement and crowd of happy emotions, Mammon was less high-octane and animated. With all the horns of Demonus he had throughout the celebration it only made sense that all his energy would seep into a tired slog at this point.

You could feel it in yourself, and judging by his heavier movements, fatigue was also affecting him.

"Mammon, can I sleep in your room tonight?" A question with no ulterior motives or suggestiveness.

"What?" There was a slight squeak behind the word. "W-Well, it only makes sense that ya would spend the rest of the night with the Great Mammon."

"Hah. Okay. Can I borrow some clothes, then? I don't have the energy to go to my room and back just for pajamas."

There was a slight pause before he mutters a soft, "Sure."

A lot of his clothes were sizes bigger than what your frame could sensibly wear, so he tosses you an over-sized shirt and a pair of boxers. He turns away so you can change, even though you mention the conscious choice as unnecessary. He just tells you to shut up. You drop your clothes next to his couch. The boxers are still a bit too big, but they fit well enough, and the shirt covers past where they loosely hold around your waist.

As Mammon goes to turn off the light, you crumble into his bed, the aftereffects of the inebriation weigh into you. The temporary warmth that raised your inner temperatures while you drank now deregulated your core temperature. Hangover chills. The blanket was too much fabric over you, but you want something to warm you up.

Mammon joins you in bed, shirtless and lounge pants hanging just above his hips. You immediately wiggle close to him, like a moth to a flame. In a normal situation, the sight of him like that would have led to an entirely different scenario, but at this moment, you just want his bodily heat to balance you out. An arm crosses his chest as you snuggle the other into the crook between your bodies and press your legs against his. His natural heat made him a demonic heating blanket.

You nestle into him, rubbing your face against his bare shoulder. Instant comfort and relaxation soothes your cool body. Even through the fabric separating your skin, you could feel the heat exuding off of Mammon; it almost felt searing where your arm was across him. You also could feel his body tense and relax at your sudden actions.

"What are you doin', grabbin' on to me like that?"

"Are you actually complaining?"

"No," Mammon answered back. "This feels nice. I was burnin' hot, but you feel really cool, so don't even think of movin' away."

Maybe Demonus has an opposite effect on demons that alcohol does to humans. It would explain why he feels like a furnace. You cozy into his embrace as his arm pulls you closer as his free hand pulls the comforter half-way up. Between the shared body temperatures, the soft mattress, and weight from the blanket, and tired from such an eventful yet strenuous day, sleep began to make your head lull and eyes heavy.

"Hey, are ya fallin' asleep on me already?"

"..Yes."

A soft laugh hits your ears as Mammon says his good night, and you mumble something likewise back. You both drift into a heavy sleep determined by the alcohol and exerted energy, holding each other in a way that only you two could fit together.

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My Body Obeys

Mammon x GN MC

Pronouns: You | POV: Second

Tags: Soft smut, masturbation mention, pact play, masochistic and mild sadistic kink play, 18+

Part of the quote series (Inspired by actual game lines)

"My body obeys the orders on its own, rather I like it or not."

Mammon kneeled on the floor in front of you. His fingernails dug into his palms as he pressed his hands into his knees. Unable to handle the sneer you gave him from your elevated spot on your bed, he casted his gaze to look elsewhere but his beautiful golden-blue eyes were unfocused. You could see his dilated pupils through his long lashes, the tight pinch to his lips, his scrunched brows that creased his forehead under his bangs.

You had the urge to slip from your bed and get level with Mammon, kiss away the lines ruining his attractive features and have his eyes focused only on you, but you remained still and continued staring down your nose at him quietly.

The silence that filled your bedroom was like a weighted blanket, the only noise was from the shuffling of Mammon's clothes when he shifted. His legs were probably starting to go numb.

"Mammon, come here."

A soft warmth resonated from your pact mark as his body immediately reacted to your order. The magic binding him to your words forced him to stand and cover the short distance to you. You watched Mammon as he looked down at you with a flustered expression that you wanted to see from a different angle, from a position where Mammon was under you. That image made your cheeks burn.

"W-What?"

"Shh." The pact mark flared again, and he went silent.

You lowered your gaze from Mammon's face to his unmarred neck that you craved to desecrate with bruises and love marks, to mark as a sign of proof he was yours only. The temptations of your thoughts were hard to resist.

You grabbed a fistful of his black shirt and pulled Mammon down closer to you. The heat that radiated off Mammon's body enveloped you. You nuzzled your nose into the crook of his neck and inhaled, letting the scent of fresh sweat and cologne invade your senses. You really loved his smell.

Leveling your mouth to his ear you started whispering taunts and light barbs of his lack of ability to disobey you and how you knew he enjoyed that lack of control. He quivered against you in response to both your words and your hot breath against his skin.

You used your free hand to rub against the fabric of Mammon's jeans, palming him roughly until you felt his dick stiffening. You unbuttoned his pants, slipped your hand inside, and began stroking him through his boxers. His gasps sent electric waves down your spine.

You felt Mammon grip your shirt as you stimulated him, and his head dropped on your shoulder, his heavy breathing next to your ear. His hands began roaming down your back, along your hips, and pulling at your shirt to get underneath. Your head was a clouded mess of Mammon and lust and wanting to continue further, but you knew you had to stop here. The roleplay would be ruined otherwise.

You steadied your breathing and shoved Mammon away to have space. He stumbled back a little before regaining his center of balance. His face showed his confusion and disappointment. He swayed forward like he was going to approach you again, and you ordered him to stay put.

With rubescent cheeks, a pout mixed with frustration and embarrassment, and disheveled clothes, half undone but restrictive, Mammon was a sight for only you to behold. The thought of grabbing your D.D.D. and taking a picture of Mammon was tantalizing, but the moment would lose its charm, and you knew Mammon wouldn't be comfortable with that.

After trying to memorize every small detail, you locked eyes with Mammon and held your hands up in a gesture that indicated you weren't going to touch him anymore.

"Mammon," you paused, lingering in the moment while trying to push down the sudden shy feeling you felt creeping in, "pleasure yourself."

You saw the result of blood rushing to deepen the color on his cheeks and heard the incomprehensible noises that left his mouth, but the ardor that pooled in the depths of his eyes told you he was complicent to obey. Bound by the pact or his own need, you're not sure which, he freed his dick from the fabric confines, and Mammon began masturbating in front of you.

His hand movements were nervous and short at first, but eventually his hesitation gave way to his quickly building arousal. As he squeezed and rubbed his sensitive spots, soft groans and other sounds escaped his mouth and floated to your ears. They were like music that only you were allowed to here.

You gripped your blankets as you watched Mammon's hands work, periodically glancing at his face, sweaty and unabashedly showing his bliss. His eyes met yours, and he didn't look away. A mischievous smile revealed itself as you held his gaze.

You were dying to touch him yourself or have him touch you, or better yet, both of you touching each other, but the night was still young for you to enjoy what was planned.

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Coercion

Mammon x GN MC

Pronouns: You | POV: Second

Tags: Soft smut, dubcon intentions, masochistic and mildly sadistic kink play, use of pact, 17+

Part of the quote series (Inspired by actual game lines)

“You may control my body, but not my mind.”

Mammon had stolen money from your room. It was obvious as hell it had been him, but he was refusing to admit it. He was bleeding out excuses, deflecting blame, and it was getting on your nerves.

"Maybe ya already spent it and forgot."

"No."

"Well, ya coulda misplaced it. You never put ya money or cards in a wallet like any other sensible person would do. It coulda fallen out of ya pocket or somethin'."

He wasn't wrong, but that wasn't the case this time. You had placed it in your nightstand drawer, and now it was gone.

"Why do you automatically assume it was me, huh? How do ya know Levi didn't sneak in here lookin' for extra spare change to buy some otaku stuff?"

"Levi wouldn't stoop that low."

"It coulda-"

"Shut up, Mammon."

Mammon's mouth immediately snapped shut, his teeth clacking together, as the contract reacted to your heated emotions. The annoyance was visible in his eyes that you used the power of the pact, but you were tired of his stubbornness to just admit the truth. Honestly, you hadn't meant to invoke it.

As you stared at him, irritation sketched into your face, and he stared back, resilient and obstinate, an idea popped into your head. You could possibly make him admit his theft by just using the pact, but you had a scheme far beyond that simplicity. A chuckle of excitement slipped out before you could catch it.

Mammon raised a suspicious eyebrow at you, wary of your sudden mood change. You smiled sweetly in response.

"Maybe Lucifer has had some bad influence over me, but I think I know how to get you to crack. What do you say," you paused for dramatic emphasis as you approached Mammon, standing as tall and straight as you could to shorten the height difference and give off the effect of intimidation, and tightly gripped his chin so his eyes met yours, "we have some fun?"

You felt the contractions of muscles in his face work as he tried to reply, but the pact held his mouth closed. Instead, Mammon grabbed your wrist to get you to let go, to shove you out of his space. You obliged to distance yourself, but before Mammon could make a move beyond blinking, you ordered another command.

"Down, boy."

Pushed down by the heavy weight of the pact, Mammon fell to his knees and was effectively immobile from getting up again.

"All you have to do is admit you stole my money, Mammon. You don't have to be so damn stubborn."

Mammon looked up at you from his position on the floor, a flurry of different emotions cycling in his golden-blue eyes - a flash of anger, a tinge of fear, a bit of concern, a hint of something you couldn't quite place.

"I might not be able to get you to admit it, but I can control your body," you threatened as you knelt in front of him, caressing his cheek and running your hand through his soft hair before grabbing it sharply.

Mammon hissed in surprise and pain. You angled his head and roughly brought his face closer to yours. You hesitated a moment, feeling the inviting heat from Mammon and a low kindling burn in your stomach. There was an almost magnetic pull that wanted you to finish closing the gap, to kiss Mammon, and you did want to do that, you loved the feeling of his lips and tongue. You had already begun opening your mouth to initiate the kiss, and you could see Mammon begin to reciprocate, but you couldn't.

That would be a reward before any progress had been made.

Resisting the temptation, you pushed Mammon backwards. He lost balance and toppled over onto his back on the floor. As he tried to get up, you pinned him down by sitting on his stomach.

"I think we're going to be up for a while before you learn about honesty and not lying to your human, so I suggest you get comfy."

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A Reward for the Loser

Leviathan x GN MC

Words: 2,354

Pronouns: You | POV: Second

Content warning: Slight dubious coercion, dry humping, handjobs, messy kissing, 18+

It started out as a simple evening of gaming with Levi, playing combative and racing games. It was supposed to be a fun event of beatdowns and spamming the same move over and over and slipping first place out of grasp with a demonic shell, but somewhere into the night it got cranked to a competitive level a bit more bawdy than intended. Although, ultimately, the fault could be traced back to you.

"Like I'm going to accept that kind of challenge."

"Come on! If you're so confident, then you shouldn't have anything to worry about."

"Of course I'm confident, but that has nothing to do with what you're suggesting. I'm not Mammon. I'm not turning this into a gambling session."

"I already said we wouldn't be involving money! I think you're just hiding the fact you're scared of losing."

"Excuse me?"

"You're scared that when I beat you you'll be stark naked by the end. You're nervous that you don't have the skills to handle the challenge! Admit it, Levi."

"Your antagonizing isn't going to work. I'm not going to fall for such obvious rage bait. Besides, I've already told you I don't want--"

"Just admit you're afraid, you chicken!"

"Are you hearing ANYTHING I'm saying right now?!"

"Okay, if you're not nervous about losing and showing off your butt, then think of what'll happen if you win. How about that for an incentive to agree?"

"I-I... No, wait! Why are you being so stubborn about this?"

You just narrowed your eyes and smirked mischievously. You eventually whittled Levi's opposition down to reluctant consent. The victory toll sounded off as you won the first battle, and you shot a shit-eating grin at Levi as he grumbled about unfair gameplay tactics. He stood, pulled off his jacket, and tossed it onto the floor. A second and third battle resulted in a loss of shoes and the white shirt Levi wore.

You couldn't help letting your eyes roam and ogle over his torso as he sat back down in his chair. A disgruntled expression eccentricated his face with a tinted shade of crimson that deepened when he saw how fixated your stare was on him.

It was a rare sight to see Levi so exposed, and you were going to etch every detail to memory. The way his stomach looked as he leaned forward, the muscles in his arms as they contracted with frustration as he held his controller, the color of his nipples, the way a tiny bit of his happy trail teased itself.

Yep, all of that was going to stay vivid in your brain.

"H-Hurry up and change out games!"

You blinked out of your daze and exchanged out Fatal Konflict with Super Smash Devils. Every few rounds games were switched, so neither of you got too complacent. Fatal Konflict had been your choice, because you were superbly skilled at this game while Levi wasn't, so it gave you an edge over him.

Super Smash Devils was the last game on the roster, and this would be the game to settle the adventitious striping event.

And you lost the first round phenomenally.

Your eyebrow twitched as you glared at the screen, watching your character get launched off the platform and blasted out of existence as penalization. You could feel the pride swelling in Levi just from the victorious smile he was giving you, and it kind of irritated you.

But as a gracious loser you bit your tongue and slipped your shirt off and placed it in the growing pile clothes.

You knew Levi was glancing at you, but it wasn't the same ogling you had done to him. When his stare stopped at your pelvis, at the healing hickeys peeking out over the rim of your pants, you smiled teasingly.

"Curious? Wanna know what's up with these?"

"No."

He answered too quickly.

"No? Are you jealous that one of your brothers gave me them?"

Levi's face flushed as he processed your words, his expression fluctuating between surprise to flustered annoyance. His eyes shifted from your partially covered bruises to your face, noticing the smug expression, and then to the TV screen as the game prepared for another round.

"I don't care about.. that stuff. Focus on the game!"

"Hm. Maybe there'll be something special for the loser."

"Wh-What do you mean 'something special'?! I thought the goal was to not lose!"

"Rules change, Levi!"

"Not this late in the challenge!"

In the end, it was you who lost despite your best effort. It was inevitable, and you suspected this would be the outcome. A lost pair of socks and pants had left you in just your underwear. When you stood to remove the last garments of clothing, Levi whipped his head around and waved his hands wildly to get you to stop.

You paused and then chuckled softly. You knew Levi would be too embarrassed to actually let you get fully naked, but you'd already come this far. Plus, you intended to claim your prize for losing.

You approached Levi and saddled yourself over his legs and hugged his neck. His room was already a cozy warm but pressing yourself against Levi in the frame of his gaming chair heated you up even more. You fit against Levi perfectly, and you loved that.

"Wh-Wh-What are you doing?!"

"Getting my reward? I'm pretty sure I said the first one naked would get something special."

"Y-Yeah, but-- I-I don't think-- You can't just make up stuff halfway through, and I didn't agree to wh-whatever you're thinking!"

"So you're telling me you're not interested in seeing what's under these?"

You giggled as you moved a hand down your stomach and slipped a finger under the rim of your underwear and stretched them forward so Levi could see the shadows of what was hidden behind the fabric. As an added incentive you lightly swayed your hips against him. His hands caught your waist immediately, but instead of pushing you off, he simply held you still.

"Are you going to deny my right to consolations? It's not a first place prize, but it's better than nothing. We both win this way, too, ya know."

Silence settled as you waited for Levi to reply, and you could feel a slight tremor from where he was holding you. Patience wasn't your forte though, so you took the fact Levi hadn't shoved you off his lap as a response to continue. You lazily moved your hips in controlled movements. His fingers tightened into your skin and you heard a soft gasp.

From your position on his lap you had a pleasant view of his face. His eyes had dilated, his breath was becoming shallow, and glancing down you could see the physical reaction to your slight grinding. A smile grew on your face as you continued rolling your hips, rubbing your crotch against Levi's.

It didn't take long for you to find a nice, steady rhythm. The friction of the fabric was a teasing sample of what skin-to-skin contact would feel like, but the pleasure at the moment was beginning to feel too good to stop. You applied more pressure as you moved back and forth, rougher and more deliberate in your movements.

Levi moved his hands up your back, pulling you closer. With every thrust down that you did you felt Levi press harder against your back to add more strength behind your movements, and with each move back Levi started bucking his hips to keep the stimulation going. It wasn't long before the both of you were rocking against each other.

You were placing open-mouthed kisses along Levi's throat, neck, jawline, anywhere you could that was available for you to reach. Levi moved one hand to the back of your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair absentmindedly, while he used the other one to run down your back, massage small spots with his fingers, and rub your hips and chest.

You wanted just a bit more though. A little more friction, a little more speed, a little more intensity. You were craving, no, dying for more physical contact. Your movements were becoming desperate and deprived as you angled yourself to find the best spots to help satisfy both Levi and yourself, but the material of your underwear was getting irritatingly unbearable.

You abruptly slowed down and stopped. You heard a pathetic noise escape Levi as you scooted back on his legs, and it made you laugh a little.

"Why did you stop?"

"You'll see."

Lifting your butt up, you slid the wet fabric down your hips. You released his dick through the hole of his boxers after shifting down his pants, and you mused at the amount of precum at the tip. A quick glance at the spot where it had been pressing against the inside of his boxers a damp spot was very noticeable. That stoked the heat in you more.

You rubbed your thumb over the slit a few times, spreading the fluid along the shaft of his dick to help slicken it. It didn't really work, aside from the bonus of drawing a few hitched breaths and gasps from Levi as you rubbed him, so you accumulated spit that pooled on your tongue before licking it over your palm. You spread the warm saliva in twisting gestures.

You occasionally glanced at Levi's face, memorizing every aspect, burning red cheeks and parted mouth with rugged breathing and half-lidded eyes dark with arousal, sweat matted his bangs to his forehead.

An intense emotion swelled in your chest and you called his name as a moan escaped. it came out sounding whiny. His eyes immediately shot up from the work your hands were doing and met yours. Something broke in your patience and you leaned forward unexpectedly, crashing your mouth into his for a sore kiss.

As Levi tried to follow your pace with the kiss, you grabbed one of his arms and brought it in-between your bodies, trailing your fingertips down his forearm to his wrist and placed his hand against you. The warmth of his hand sent shivers and tingles into your stomach and up your back, and you almost choked on the air you sucked in.

You didn't have to prompt Levi to understand and his hand immediately began moving, sliding up and down, using his fingers to search, feeling out for the sensitive areas. You reciprocated with tactful squeezes and twists, applying pressure as you slid your fingers down his base and thumbing over the tender spot under the head and pressing against it.

You idly moved your vacant hand to Levi's throat, feeling it tense as he swallowed and his quickening heartbeat under his skin, before resting it at the nape of his neck, pushing him back into the kiss. The kiss was messy as sin. Saliva was running down your chin and your lips were aching, but you wanted to keep tasting Levi, ingrain the way his tongue against yours felt, bite the softness of his lips a little harder, and, most of all, listen to the whines from his protests for oxygen that sent shivers down your spine and into your groin.

Levi eventually broke free, gasping and light-headed. His face was red as hell, and his breath was hot against your cheeks. A trail of spit linked you to him until it broke when he dropped his head on your shoulder. You might have gone too hard with him.

While you concentrated on pumping his cock, Levi licked a wet trail down the crook of your neck, placed kisses that tingled your skin, and bit a spot along your collar bone, eliciting a gasp from you, and sucked hard.

Your head was going light as lust and dopamine took over. You interlocked both hands, quickened your pace, and stroked harder, swirling and kneaded your fingers. You pressed your hips against his hand, moving in a desperate tempo, short yet forceful thrusts, to aid the mounting physical satisfaction.

"I.. I think..!"

"I know, me too..."

You weren't sure what tipped you over the edge, the sloppy rutting, the slick contact, the noises that Levi had made right into your ear, the way his body seized with spasms, or all of the above, but you definitely saw white as you hit peak climax. It was like all the compressed heat that built up and spread throughout your veins rushed back to the lower part of your stomach at once like a great wave of euphoria.

When you came back to your senses everything was uncomfortable and too hot and sticky, but you were too tired to peel yourself from Levi's body.

You think you both came at the same time, or close enough. Lingering tremors made your body shudder as you felt something warm, thick, and wet cover your hands and stomach. You reclined back in a heated daze, and your eyes noticed an angry red mark on Levi's pale skin. At the pinnacle moment you bit his shoulder. He was gonna be mad about that mark, but you were sure you felt his nails dig into your flesh so you're even.

Levi had slumped back against his chair, his eyes closed and breath heavy from exhaustion. Oxytocin and sleepiness swayed your emotions and, despite feeling filthy and gross, you found an angle where you could somewhat cuddle into Levi. You felt an arm wrap around you and tug you closer. You peppered indolent kisses on his face and brow before settling against him.

"I'm never going to play competitive games with you again."

"Yes, you will. Next time will be more enjoyable and fun."

"..I'm not going to listen to your normie tauntings."

You chortled tiredly and hummed in response to his weak argument. The smell of sex was beginning to become obvious to your nose and the drying sweat was a layer of mild disgust to your sensitive body, and you knew you'd have to get up and redress yourself soon, but you were content for the moment and wanted to stay in it for a bit longer.

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You Have To Say It

Levi x GN MC

Pronouns: You | POV: Second

Content Warning: Slight mention of dubcon, sloppy blowjob, soft dominating kink, mentions of sexual stuff, 18+

Licking the sensitive slit, the salty taste smeared across your tongue and the strong flavor permeated into your nose in heavy doses. You could feel his body trembling and his hips trying to thrust upwards while your arm kept them pinned down. For as much as he was squirming and moaning out half-hearted objections, he sure was trying to ram himself into your throat.

Putting your lips around his cock, you aggressively tongued the slit long enough to feel the convulsion and high-pitched surprised whine that his body reacted with. You stroked him with your tongue, pressing the head of his dick against the soft insides of your cheeks and against the ridges of the top of your mouth. Stimulation and wetness were your focus on making him absolutely writhe in limited pleasure.

A tempting thought of pushing him to the back of your throat and letting the spasms of your gag reflex add to his experience almost compelled you to act on it, but you, reluctantly, dismissed it for later. This was a teaser and not the full experience until you heard him say he wanted it himself. You knew how sensitive he was, and you had no intentions to ruin the fun because you had no impulse control.

Slowly, agonizingly, and patiently, you dragged out the motion of sucking him off. You kept the pressure of your mouth around his shaft, dragging your tongue against it, before consciously making a loud, wet popping noise at the tip. Giving a cooling space between the wet dick in your saliva and pre-cum-coated hand and your mouth, you smugly smirked up at him, very aware of the dribble on your chin and the obscene sight you must look like. His eyes were teary and wet, and they were focused on you pleading, anticipating, wanting.

Fuck, it was almost too hot.

"You know, for someone crying and telling me to stop, the fingers tugging at my hair and the look of disappointment on your face from me stopping is giving me the impression you do want me to continue. If you want my mouth back on you," you gave a soft but firm squeeze for emphasis, which elicited a gaspy, almost squeaky moan from him, "then you have to tell me that you want it, Levi."

As you waited for a response, you gave short, loose, and uninterested strokes to irritate him and to continue the sexual frustration, and you gauged him under a playful, cocky stare. His eyes were a swirl of emotions - desperation, neediness, annoyance, hesitation, contemplation. Out of embarrassment or habit when he tried to hide his face from you, Levi covered his face with his hand and averted his gaze, but you could see the frustration killing him.

"You have to say it."

"I-I.. I want you to.. s-suck me.. o-o-off."

You felt your lips curl up into a devilish grin as Levi kept his face turned away from you, but his cheeks deepened in shade and flushed to his ears and down his neck. Seeing this demon struggle between his sexual urges and his shyness made you heat up as well.

"Good job, Levi. I'll give you what you want."

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i have a request, if ur still taking them!

it could be along the lines of MC and mammon play fighting/goofing around in their room or something and it turns into him trying to get them to smile or laugh again with teasing/kisses after accidentally getting a little too rough but not actually hurting them? just mammon being sweet, idk i feel like it'd be cute :)

Tickling Gone Wrong

Mammon x GN MC

Pronouns: You | POV: Second

Tags: Fluff, slight kissing, literal hurt/comfort, GN MC

Mammon had the misfortunate luck to be with you in your room when you get struck with a combination of boredom and the urge to tease. At first you were just poking at him, prodding his sides, his arms, tapping the leg closest to you with your foot, but then you began nudging him and ruffling his hair, trying to instigate something, to get a reaction stronger than him shooing you off like a mildly annoying fly. You, eventually, provoked him enough to stop messing with his D.D.D. He gives you a mildly annoyed look, and you beam at him in return. Like you could have suppressed your smile, anyway.

“What’re ya doing?”

“I’m bored.”

“So, you think that gives ya permission to just pester me for your amusement?”

“Sure, no greater honor than annoying the Great Mammon himself.”

“Hey, are you mockin’ me?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

You advance closer to Mammon, a mischievous glint in your eyes, and he moves away. He starts to slide off the bed to the floor to prevent you from disturbing him any further, but you grab one of his arms and yank him backwards. You take the initiative while he tries to prop himself back up.

Knowing his sensitive spots, you begin the attack around his midriff and ribs as he tries swatting your hands away. You fight against his growing protests, enjoying the torment you were enacting on him. Stealing glances at his face, you see his expressions alter as he tries to hold back the bubbling snickers and tittering through pressed lips that were breaking into a wide smile. Despite his warnings to quit and threats of payback, Mammon was cracking under the pressure. Your room soon filled with a splendid resounding noise that probably leaked through your closed door, but you don’t care about the volume.

The sound of his howling laughter is contagious, interrupted with broken pleas and yelps to stop in-between, and it only persuades you to continue. You will never get enough of that sound, and you find yourself laughing just as wildly with him.

Your hands flitter over Mammon, feeling out for new spots that hadn’t been abused yet. Any time he tried to grab your hands you managed to twist them free. It was so easy to light up his nerves, the sensations of your fingers sending him into a frenzy of hysterics. You had a feeling he was going to be pouty and grumpy afterwards, but you could argue this moment as a bonding experience.

You turn your attention to look up at Mammon. His cheeks are flushed from the relentless stimulation and laughter. The way he smiles is genuine, and it high-lights his cheekbones and crinkles his eyes, which were wet, like he was about to shed a few tears. His expression is pure merriment, and you feel your heart miss a couple beats because of it. You burn that image into your memory.

You move your hands lower to slip them under his shirt for direct contact, and Mammon retaliates with another grab for your wrists. “Whoa! Don’t ya dare!”

“Why not?”

“It’ll be playin’ dirty!”

Mammon tries to draw back, bunching up the blankets as he pushes himself from you. It was a weak escape attempt. Letting out a breathy giggle, you move to your knees, covering the short distance Mammon had made, and shove him back, pinning him down with your weight before you scramble to sit on him.

Being on top of him, you feel how hard he’s breathing, his stomach muscles tightening and loosening with each heavy breath. Mammon places his hands on your thighs cautiously as you loom over him, and you place yours on top of them. His shirt scrunched up in his attempt to get away, so his torso is beautifully exposed. You feel you lips curve into a triumphant grin as you drink in the sight of him. His hair is tousled and flattened out under his head, his expression still has lingering features of the prior excitement but wariness morphs it, and his Duchenne smile faded to a nervous half-smile.

There's a moment of calm between the two of you before you launch your next attack.

You catch one of his hands before he can put up another struggle and restrain it under a leg as you bend down. You see your reflection in his eyes, and, for a second, you got lost in them. His eyes always manage to captivate you, but you quickly collect yourself. You place your face into the crook of his neck and your right hand to his exposed hip, holding your fingers lightly against his skin. Mammon presses his left hand against your shoulder, but you lean into it, bracing yourself.

There is a lull in your actions as you let your breath warm his skin. The slightest shift causes your hair to graze him, and you feel Mammon quiver under you. You draw out the wait, letting the anticipation build until you feel the timing is right.

Without warning, with a decisive move, you gingerly scratch your nails up his side and nibble the soft spot between his neck and shoulder. Mammon immediately responds, wriggling and trying to swallow the noises that mixes with his laugh. Trailing your fingers along his hip and ribs, you continue your gentle biting up his neck to his ear, switching to short pecks, your lips pursed and loosely open. Mammon squirms and tries to turn his head, but it only exposes more access behind his ear, which you graciously accept. You deliver a lick behind it, and you hear a squeaky cry as a response.

The hand you had your knee pressing down on struggles before it slips out, finally free. You lift yourself up with urgency to try to reclaim it, but before you could actually do anything, you feel a sharp pain crack against your face and your vision goes dark. Your senses literally got knocked out of you. It was only for a few seconds, and you hear yourself laughing, nasally and muffled, when you come back around. You're covering your nose, and oh, it hurts, it hurts a lot, but you’re chortling despite the pain.

You feel yourself laying on your back on the bed. Fluttering your eyes open, you see Mammon hovering over you. Your vision is blurry from reflexive tears, but you can see the panic and worry on his face. Breathless from the hit to your nose and the automatic laughter to cover the pain, you motion that you’re alright with a wave in an attempt to relieve him.

“A-Are you okay?! I didn’t mean to! It was an accident!”

You creak out a groan stuttered with dying giggles and move to sit up, a sudden dizziness hitting you in the process. Mammon is too close to you while you recover, so you push against him for him to give you some space. Your whole face aches, but you can’t blame anyone but yourself. That had been a pretty direct hit, though. You rub your tender nose and wince. It is definitely going to swell, if it hasn’t started to already.

“I swear it was an accident! I-I'm sorry!"

You cautiously move your hand from your nose and look at it. It felt like there had been blood, but there is none. You try sniffing and wince again from the action. You turn to face Mammon and ask, “I’m not bleeding, right?”

Mammon tilts his head to see and you angle your head back a little for a better view. “I don’t see any blood.”

“Good," you sigh. "Man, that really hurt.”

“Well.. I did warn ya to stop.”

“Oh?” You widen your eyes in feign surprise at his quick turnaround of an attitude. “Is that how you’re gonna act when you could have broken my nose?”

You notice the grimace that flashes across his face. You know he regrets sucker-punching you, but it was more your fault than his. Besides, it had been an accident, and you hold no grudges.

There’s an awkward air of silence as Mammon fixes his shirt and you exist in a state of perpetual pain with each measured inhale to lessen the ache.

“Hey, is it alright if we… just kinda lay together for a bit? Like, until your nose stops hurtin' or somethin'?”

Honestly, you appreciate that idea. You’re feeling pretty worn out after the impromptu tickle assault and getting the quick kick of karma for it. “Sure.”

Readjusting the pillows that had been kicked around during the tussle, Mammon made himself comfortable before stretching an arm out. A silent invitation for you to cuddle with him. You slide up next to him, nestling into the open spot, resting your head on his chest. His arm tucks around your back and the other over you.

His embrace and calm breathing ease you into a relaxed state of mind, and you soak it in. It’s short-lived, though, because you feel a light, feathery touch against the nape of your neck and the disturbance of your hair tingles your skin. The tingly sensation makes you shiver once before you reach back to brush away whatever it was, and your hand knocks into fingers that quickly withdraw.

Lifting your head up, you give Mammon a narrowed look of suspension. His response is a cheeky expression, a playful glint in his eyes that has you caught in them again. His eyes flicker with something else, and the mood in the room feels like it suddenly shifted without you noticing.

“I feel like kissin’ ya. Can I?”

The soft look he gives you sways you before you really consider the question. You push yourself forward from the spot next to him, but your nose coincidentally aches, as if in protest, and you pause. Mammon notices your hesitation, but before he can say anything, you climb on him to straddle his stomach, like you had done prior, but lean down to give him a chaste kiss. It’s slow and careful, tender yet passionate. You try to be aware of each move to avoid bumping into his nose or pressing too deeply into the kisses as they begin to grow more affectionate.

You kiss until you feel satisfied and rest on top of Mammon while he hugs you. You feel content in the moment and you take it in. Down-times like these with Mammon, with no interruptions, are your favorite.

Minus the busted nose.

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INTEREST CHECK FOR THE TWINS' AND LEVI'S BIRTHDAYS? 🎂

I miss doing birthday collabs, and I've never done one for the twins. I wanna make it a goal to try to do all the brothers' birthdays this year but having 5 be right in the first few months but be a bit much lol. Unfortunately Levi and the twins are gonna overlap for their collabs, but I hope people will still want to join!

Belphie and Beel's birthday is March 11 - Form here!

Levi's birthday is April 9 - Form here!

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This is gonna sound messed up (I understand if you don’t wanna do it, you don’t have to) but I’d love to request head cannons of the Brothers reacting to an MC that’s just over everything. They keep a blank expression, not even phased by the monsters and magic in the Devildom, doesn’t care about the threats they get from demons around them (Brothers included), and even encourages them to kill them since they don’t really have anything to look forward to in life. When asked why they’re like this, MC would shrug and say “Not like anyone’s gonna care or miss me. I’m still not safe here 😐 *recalls how often they were threatened/nearly killed by the brothers*

Other example could be like:

Lucifer: That could’ve killed you! *was pissed*

MC: I know, why did you think I did it? 😶

I hope I did justice to what you were wanting!

GN MC THAT'S DONE WITH EVERYTHING SCENARIOS WITH BROTHERS

Trigger warning: Suicide idealization, death cravings

Usual expectations would have been a bigger emotional response, a predictable reaction in astonishment and disbelief, or a suddenly broadened mindset that could range from stupefaction to incredulity to consternation based on the revelations that there actually was a heaven and hell, or close enough to what human concepts have conjured up in equivalent terms to the Celestial Realm and Devildom, but you were just an exhausted human that got unapologetically pulled into this transfer student program thing.

Maybe living with demons could have some benefits though.

Mammon

Mammon had left you alone outside in the courtyard of the school while he ran back inside, promising to be back in a few minutes, claiming to have forgotten something or another.

That was fifteen minutes ago.

It's not like you had any plans for anything special, but the long wait was gradually chipping away at your patience. You glanced at the time on your D.D.D. before pocketing the device. You were giving him a few more minutes, but then you were going home on your own

As you loitered next to the doorway you lackadaisically watched the passing demons as they came and went, some grouping together to chat around the entrance

You weren't paying attention to anything in particular as you absentmindedly looked around, but you noticed suspicious glances when you would turn your eyes to the doorway for Mammon

A nearby group of demons that had clustered together were talking in hushed tones with harsh cackles

You had a suspicion that you might be a topic, but you chose to ignore them and their pitched laughter that fell just as quickly as it erupted. It wasn't a concern to you what they were discussing.

Patience finally expired, you moved away from your waiting spot against the wall to leave when you saw a trio of demons separate from the group that had been stealing looks at you earlier

They encircled you and blocked your way. The courtyard seemed to quickly fall quiet as the demons smiled nastily and began making jeers

"Where's your "bodyguard", human?"

"Mammon probably bounced, because there's no incentive for him to stick around if there's no money involved."

Something about that quip was funny to the demons, but it didn't strike a cord with you, so you remained mute as they laughed

Something about your indifference or lack of reaction to their intimidation must have annoyed the one to your left a bit too much, because he moved towards you aggressively, his smile a snarling frown. A sudden blur behind him caught his arm that had begun the motions of a punch and jerked him backwards, causing him to stagger and fall

Mammon immediately placed himself between you and the other two demons. His presence emitted a threat more awe-inspiring than these chump change demons could have hoped to muster, and they quickly retreated to their clique that dispersed in a hurry

Mammon, after watching the demons scurry away, turned to you and started mother-henning and making comments about how you should have called him and chastising you for letting yourself get into that mess.

You shrugged off his hands and began your way to the courtyard's exit, leaving a perturbed Mammon to trail after you, fussing at you to care a bit more about the situation.

"You're actin' like you're totally unphased! Are ya wantin' a death wish or something?"

"I was just doing what you told me about dying if you couldn't save me."

Beelzebub (and Asmo)

You had developed a mean habit when you hung around Beel.

You would pick food off of his plate when he would sit next to you, teasing him that a little missing wouldn't hurt him. You would also freely browse through his bag of favorite sweets and eat them in full view of him.

It was fun tempting him to try something against the puny human that kept stealing his food, and you could see the growing frustration. It was apparent in his eyes, in the way he watched you when you came around if food was in his presence.

You knew at some point Beel would finally reach his limits and go off, considering what had happened when Mammon had eaten his custard, but you hadn't expected it to be on an occasion you hadn't prompted anything.

It was during afternoon when you had entered the kitchen you saw Asmo leaning against the counter, eating from a container that looked suspiciously familiar. It was a pudding cup that had Madame Scream's logo on the lid. You noticed on the side a warning was written: "You touch it, you die."

That was definitely a snack Beel had purchased, and Asmo was eating it without any awareness

Beel came into the kitchen shortly after you, making a beeline for the refrigerator. He began rummaging through the contents on the shelves and in the drawers

Asmo and you quietly watched Beel as he searched through the fridge and freezer before Asmo asked what he was looking for.

"A pudding I bought from Madame Scream's. It was from a batch that they're not selling anymore for a while. It was the last one."

You saw Asmo's face go through a series of emotions as he connected the dots, dreaded uncertainty to fearful realization to a timorous epiphany. He shot you a nervous look before he quietly shuffled to the nearby trash can

You glanced at the mostly empty cup as Asmo tried to escape the kitchen, but he froze in his steps when Beel slammed the fridge door closed, resulting in you both jumping in surprise. You were impressed that you didn't hear a loud clatter of stuff breaking from the force.

"It's not in there."

You could hear the gears turning in Asmo's head as he tried to think of an excuse while looking like a deer in headlights. It was painfully obvious that Asmo was guilty.

Beel turned away from the fridge and his gaze shifted between Asmo, the culprit, and you, the heckling human. Beel inevitably decided to question Asmo first, taking his focus off you. Your eyes flicked to the trash can and you swiped up the pudding container.

You could hear Asmo as he began to desperately stutter out incomplete excuses as Beel heatedly interrogated him.

"Beel!"

Asmo and Beel turned their attention to you as you held up the cup. You unapologetically admitted you ate it. You also confessed you knew it had been Beel's because of the warning, but you still ate it regardless.

Beel's face darkened, so much rage emanating from him that you swear you could have seen vapors wafting around his body. Asmo had backed away from Beel. You clutched the pudding cup hard enough to crumple it as you anticipated for the outburst, eager and fearful.

Except nothing like that happened. Beel let out a deep sigh that seemed to release the growing emotions, and he deflated, his shoulders drooping and an almost hurt expression visible.

Beel mumbled something that you couldn't quite catch, maybe an apology to Asmo, and then left the kitchen, hungry and disheartened.

Asmo blinked in amazement at the doorway before he was at you side, happily enveloping you into a too tight hug. He began gushing his gratitude and praising you in compliments for your selflessness, but you felt a disappointed void in your chest.

"That's not what I had been hoping for."

Asmo, misunderstanding your statement, eagerly dropped an invitation to his room later so he could thank you properly, but you'd rather he just eat your heart instead.

Belphegor

There was something in the atmosphere that would always change if Belphie was around

You could feel the curious sensation when you passed in the hallways and the stairs or if the only people left in a room were you two

The air would shift to an awkward strained feeling or something would be just on the brink of uneasy

Personal boundaries were stiffly maintained, glances were ungraciously hidden, any exchange of words were short and tense, like something would fracture if the wrong action was done or if there was hidden offense just a syllable away

The uncomfortable undertones were logically sensible, considering your past circumstances with Belphie

Except...

This behavior was only demonstrated from Belphie. You were perfectly neutral to the outcome of what he had done to you, maybe a little bummed if you had to silently confess.

Since his murderous outburst, Belphie had made a few attempts at making amendments with you

You didn't see a fault that needed to be forgiven, so you ignored them. If anything, Belphie should be apologizing for accomplishing to kill you but failing at keeping you deceased.

Whenever you thought back to that dead version of yourself, broken and limp, cradled in Mammon's lap, you felt a tingle of jealousy, like you had been cheated of something.

You had been lost in an immersion with a book you had borrowed from Satan when a weight on the other side of the couch brought you back to cognizance. You saw from your peripheral vision that it was Belphie, clutching his pillow that he always carried around

He fiddled with the tassel, his stare unfocused as he seemed to be thinking of how to begin yet another discussion that you weren't interested in, mainly because you assumed he would try to slip another apology in at some point

You sighed, closed your book, and shifted your focus to Belphie, who was staring at you with his usual lazy stare but with an uncertain curiosity. Normally, he was the first to initiate conversations, but you were over this monotonous exchange.

You were going to put an end to it.

Leaning forward, you invaded the space bubble that Belphie had been careful to keep around you, and he pushed himself into the cushion of the couch, uncomfortable by your sudden approach.

"If you feel so bad for your attempt at murdering me, you should skip the apologies and just kill me again. This time make sure I stay dead."

Leviathan

Levi was grumbling as he was sorting his prized possessions into piles of keep, trade in, sell, or give away, while you toiled away in the background just organizing, wondering why you had to be involved in helping clean his room

He had stormed up to you, agitated and sniffling, and started a rant about how Lucifer just doesn't understand how hard it is for him to choose between his precious cherishables.

Lucifer had apparently made an ultimatum with Levi that it was time to sort through his collection of games, manga, collectible figures, and anything else that he had, or he would come in and do it himself

He had begged you to let him store some of his items in your room, just for a little while, just until Lucifer got off his case, but you immediately shot him down. You weren't going to be pulled into whatever trouble waited for Levi down the road.

That had been your intentions in the beginning, anyway. Levi just wouldn't stop pestering and pleading with you, so you offered to help him sort through his stuff to put an end to it.

You were just listening to him complain about how no one understands the hardships of being an otaku and the commitments that came with the lifestyle. You mindlessly muttered an "Mhmm" or "Yeah" on occasion to avoid assumptions you were ignoring him and let him prattle on.

Your legs had gone numb from your sitting position, so you stretched them out, which resulted in an urge to stretch your whole body. You leaned back and let yourself drop backwards, bored because Levi was only placing things in the keep pile.

You had thought your back was going to make contact with the cool floor, except it hadn't. Instead you felt a sharp stab and something uncomfortable shortening your fall. The sudden and unexpected loud crinkling noises that caused your instincts to shoot you back up and Levi to snap his head around in your direction were good indicators that you had accidentally reclined on the pile you had accumulated behind you that Levi handed to you to reconsider later.

Some boxes were very noticeably bent and crumpled, the plastic display windows creased and wrinkled from enduring your full weight and being crushed. The dolls inside the boxes were alright for the most part, the top ones being the most disturbed.

As you were trying to separate the damaged boxes and the boxes that made it out unscathed from your carelessness, you felt an intimidating presence approach from behind.

The dark energy emitted was spine-chilling, threatening, and familiar. You peeked over your shoulder to see Levi, silent but radiating an aura of anger that could drown you. He towered over you in his demon form, his tail lashing from side to side.

Levi snatched the box of a Seraphina figurine out of your hand and began inspecting it. The plastic window was beyond savable and the box frame was squished and torn around the corners. The figurine was a little skewered from her original spot, held in place by twist ties, but was otherwise just fine.

"This was the limited edition of Seraphina in an actual seraphim-inspired outfit! The box was even designed to match her, so it was like a set! It's completely ruined now!"

He grabbed another dented package with a Ruri-chan figurine inside and ranted about how it was another limited edition and very rare exclusive item because it had been based off a failed spinoff of The Magical Ruri Hanai: Demon Girl.

You had practically been shoved aside as Levi rummaged through the pile, angrily talking to himself about how he shouldn't have trusted a normie with his precious possessions, lamenting at the loss in value (if he had decided to part with them), and apologizing to the figurines.

"They're just dolls. There's no reason to be so upset, Levi."

His hand abruptly snapped out and sharply jerked you forward. An electrifying sensation shot down your spine as Levi pierced his eyes into yours. A fury was burning hot in them.

You were forcibly pulled to your feet as Levi stood, tugging you unceremoniously to his bedroom door. He shoved you out and his door cracked with a loud slam.

You stood in the hallway, dazed and dumbfounded. The jarring rise of emotions settled flatly in your stomach. After a moment, you hummed disappointingly. You had thought for sure Levi would have done something different.

Lucifer (and Satan)

"What did you expect to gain from your actions?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but Lucifer held his hand up to silence you.

"He would have killed you. Did you even think of what the outcome could have done to Diavolo or the entire transfer student program? You are completely irresponsible."

You tried to voice your opinion, but Lucifer shot a glance that shut your mouth permanently. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

You reclined back on the sofa and watched Lucifer as he collected himself to continue on.

The temptations to provoke Satan were too much to ignore. Insulting him, taking Belphie's suggestions to annoy Satan to the next level, "borrowing" books from his room, leaving the library table a disorganized mess, comparing him to Lucifer when you saw openings.

It was that last one that finally broke Satan enough. He had tried to make you put away the books you had gotten out, you said you didn't have to listen to him, he mentioned something about learning manners and your place, you commented he sounded like Lucifer and egged him on after he warned you to stop.

Satan had exploded into a fit. To be honest, you underestimated the severity of his anger.

You had blinked and Satan had transformed, you had inhaled and Satan had cut off your air flow. The grip on your throat had been tight and excruciating to the point of numbness. You tried to pry his hands away on reflex, but he had simply applied more strength to his hold.

You remember feeling deprived of sensation throughout your body as blackness crept into your vision.

A distant, heavy thud, muted voices behind a thick veil, and the perception of falling were the last remnants you could recall before waking up in Lucifer's room

"You obviously don't care about your own well-being. I didn't think it was necessary to employ a babysitter to you at home as well, but I don't think any of my brothers will be inclined to watch over you. Why can't you just behave and follow the rules set in place to keep you safe?"

You locked your eyes with Lucifer and casually shrugged. "I have a death wish."

If you have any headcanons that you want me to write, please send them my way! I enjoy writing them out. NSFW is okay, but please know I might not do it. ❤️

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Mark Me

Beelzebub x MC

Pronouns: You | POV: Second

Tags: Submissive kink, light domination, mentioning of bruises, mild nsfw, 16+

You've learned a few things about Beelzebub since your arrival in the Devildom. He loves to eat anything and everything, sometimes literally, he is a lot calmer than most of his brothers, sensible and level-headed, he's protective and reliable, he's dedicated to his sports and training, and he has strength that matches his muscular build.

That particular detail excited you a lot.

You have a submissive kink. You won't deny that. You're just shy about admitting it. Despite your hesitance about mentioning it, Beel naturally has a pressure to his touches and handling when he holds you that you're oh-so fine with.

Neither of you have done much aside from vanilla stuff, kisses and cuddles and a hungry makeout round against a wall or few. The way his hands simultaneously melded with yours and immobilized your arms sends a delicious shiver down your back every time you thought back on the moments.

Beel had just left you in a stupefied daze, your head light from lack of oxygen, as you stumbled back to your room before any of his brothers could see you in such a disarrayed state

Normally, you weren't so winded by the intensity of your canoodling sessions, but then again, you're the one that usually instigated them. Beel had startled you when he had clamped onto you from behind, spun you around, and pressed you against the closest surface, a space between two oversized paintings in the stairwell.

He took any words out of your mouth, along with your air, and swallowed them as he began placing a too light yet sweet kiss on your lips. He peppered quick pecks on your cheeks, the shallow part of your temples, and the curve of your jawline before resuming the kiss on your parted lips more fervently.

The tight grip that Beel had on your hips was possessive and made your body feel hypersensitive. You clutched onto his arms, even though you had no chance of crumpling to the ground, and returned the passionate kiss, feeling the warmth of Beel's mouth and tongue pass down your throat and twist into a simmering knot in the pit of your stomach.

A sudden ping brought you back to the moment, fuzzy-headed and annoyed. His phone pinged again. The air that rushed in between your heated bodies as Beel pulled away to check his D.D.D. was like a splash of cold water, and you became further frustrated when he took a step back and turned to leave.

"Oh, it was my turn to do shopping for dinner. Sorry, MC. If I don't go now Lucifer will be mad."

That was how he left you. He sprung a surprise attack on you, then left just as quickly. You were more discombobulated than needy, so you decided to just return to your room to relax before joining the brothers for dinner later that evening.

It was a fuss like usual when Beel was the one on cooking duty. You could hear the commotion from the kitchen, and you knew either dinner was going to be late or you would be ordering take out again. After an hour passed, famished and tired of waiting at the table, the proposal to eat out was brought up. You weren't entirely up for going to a restaurant, but the majority voted yes, so you didn't have much choice. You were the last to walk out, lingering behind the brothers.

As you stepped a foot over the threshold of the doorway, you felt a sudden force around your waist and you were pulled back into the House of Lamentation, the door closing firmly in front of you. You noticed the familiar hold from the tight yet gentle hug, and you let out a shaky breath you had unconsciously sucked in.

You were going to have to put a bell on this boy, because this was the second time he had caught you off guard way too easily. You were confused, though, because you were sure you had seen Beel be the first one out the door.

Twisting as best as you could to see him, Beel had a soft blush on his cheeks and his eyes avoided yours. When you asked him what he was doing, he admitted that while he was kinda hungry, it wasn't necessarily for food.

You assumed he had filled up mostly from the food meant for dinner, otherwise he never would have turned down a trip to Hell's Kitchen. It was a gracious turn of events that you weren't going to pass up though!

After you pried yourself from his embrace, you sheepishly tugged him to your room. It wasn't too long before he had picked up where he had abandoned his earlier encounter with you, now on your bed. His height completely submerged you in his shadow before he leaned down and started placing hungry kisses on your neck and collarbone.

The heat in your stomach reignited when you felt his hand slip under your shirt, his hot skin against yours causing you to shudder in response.

You felt Beel lift your shirt higher, tugging it under your weight, and you paused him long enough to remove the clothing entirely, allowing him complete access to your upper body. He had just started a fresh trail of kisses down you chest when you felt him shift above you, leaving an absence of his warmth, and you opened your eyes to see that, no, he hadn't left, but he was more interested in your left hip. You looked down to see what had caught his interest.

On your side were fresh bruises that you hadn't noticed before, most definitely from the tight grasp Beel had held you with from earlier. He'd never left a mark on you before. Beel had been careful about his touches and strength whenever he got a bit rough.

If you had known you had bruises you would have revered them in awe and adoration. You felt tingles of excitement shoot through your nerves that set off your arousal more as you studied the sizes and shapes. The bruises were like fingerprints on your skin, like Beel had accidentally claimed you as his. Despite your excitement over these bruises, you noticed a regretful expression on his face, and it donned on you Beel wasn't finding these marks as interesting as you.

You touched Beel's arm to get his attention. You saw the unmerited guilt the moment your eyes locked. He opened his mouth, probably to start an apology, but you cut him off before he could say anything. You explained to him that you hadn't even felt anything to indicate that he had done anything to you. The fact that you had been "injured" was news to you as well. You reassured him that he hadn't done anything wrong with a soft kiss.

His worried frown relaxed gradually, but his gaze went back to your hip, rubbing his thumb over the brown-bluish spots before leaning down and kissing your pelvis. His lips sent a shockwave into your nerves that sent an irrepressible tremble through your body.

"I was worried I hurt you with the way I grabbed you earlier. I'm glad you're not hurt, MC."

You couldn't help the smile that spread on your lips, and you brought his face back to yours, caressing a hand behind his neck. "You can be as rough with me as you want, Beel. I want you to mark me as yours."

There was a moment that passed as you felt your cheeks burn from the admission and Beel's wide-eyed stare, and in the next moment Beel roughly pinned you against your bed and kissed you, deeper and more intensely than any prior kisses. It was like a switch had been flipped, and you stumbled to keep up with his sudden intensity.

Hopefully no one needed you for the rest of the night, because Beel was most likely not to let you go.

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I'm going through phases of things I want to write and between Mammon's story in IDO and adding additional context to Mammon's ASMR from MC's perspective, I think I'm feeling more inclined for the ASMR

(At the beginning of the kisses)

"Give me more."

Another kiss, mounting eagerness.

"More welcome home kisses."

You can feel the pressure building behind the light kisses, and despite yourself and the excited tingles from Mammon touching your back, you feel a hesitation. You hesitate to return the kisses as fervently. Something from before is still on your mind, preventing you from reciprocating. You angle your face from Mammon and hide it by burying it into his shoulder.

"Hm? Is that it?"

Mammon speaking quietly into your ear tensed your stomach with a flustered wave of heat. You turned your face further away. "Do you really need more?"

"Of course I want more. Do I even have to say it?"

You felt his hands try to readjust your position so your face would be exposed from his shoulder, but your tightened your stance in response.

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't ya?"

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THE BROTHERS' SLEEPING WITH GN MC + BIG OR LITTLE SPOON HEADCANONS

Mammon:

Mammon is probably the best cuddler amongst his brothers

He enjoys you being close, and you enjoy his warmth and always welcoming embraces

When he has nightmares or isn't feeling well emotionally and he invites you to his room, you'll cradle his head against your chest and wrap your arms around him, stroking his back lightly or fussing playfully with his hair while he rambled on

He does the same treatment with you, but you prefer burying your face into his chest and feeling his chin on top of your head while he keeps you close in his arms, enveloping all your senses into Mammon and blocking out everything else

After the both of you have hit the hay, Mammon has the ability to subtly push you away unconsciously, sprawling himself over most space, until you wake up to realize you're curled up like a ball and close to being pushed off

He can be a clingy sleeper when he's not starfishing over the mattress and banishing you to an edge of the bed

Mammon is a bag of surprises in his own room, but when he sleeps with you in your bedroom he's a lot more peaceful

You assume it has to do with the fact your bed is smaller than his, but you don't mind the lack of space. You find security being trapped between the wall, mostly because you know you won't fall out of bed, and snuggled against Mammon tightly

You like taking advantage of being awake when Mammon is up by you, because you get precious time to see his face relaxed and the expressions he makes while asleep

He's a very expressive person while slumbering, telltaling what he could be potentially dreaming about.

You're less favorable of his drool when he gets it on your pillow, and you feel the cool saliva on your face

Big Spoon or Little Spoon

He has the potential to be a big spoon or small spoon, just like his switch energy during sex. Usually you're the one snuggled against him, but there are a few occasions where he wants to be held by you instead

Leviathan:

Levi sleeps in a tub that's cushioned with pillows. You weren't entirely sure you could even handle sleeping in what he considers a bed

When you asked Levi if you could try out his odd sleeping preference he permitted it, albeit with a confused hesitancy

Honestly, it's a lot more comfortable than you had anticipated. It felt snug and closed off with the walls of the tub hiding you away with just enough space to comfortably stretch out.

When you popped out of the tub-bed you surprised Levi by asking him to sleep together with you. You had to explain you meant you wanted to try sleeping in his bed with him. He answered in a roundabout way that was basically an "I suppose so" with a burning blush

It was a little cramped with two people. Your faces were almost touching because of the sides that pushed the pillows back against your heads, and your bodies were tangled uncomfortably with no space to properly lay out. It wasn't pleasant, but it was doable.

Levi was also having a hard time getting relaxed at all because of your closeness. His face was red as a beet, and he couldn't keep eye contact without averting his gaze or closing his eyes after failed attempts to maintain a constant stare that wasn't awkward

You contemplated returning to your room after a couple hours, but you had one last idea before you admitted defeat. You asked Levi to get out of the tub, just for a moment, and you turned over to face the opposite way, allowing a bit more space. You told Levi he could return to his spot that was now against your back.

You could tell he was straining from relaxing once he got back in, probably fearful of touching you, so you grabbed one of his arms and wrapped it around your waist while you mingled your legs with his. You weren't facing each other now, but this positioning felt a lot more agreeable. Despite the improved situation, Levi was still embarrassed, especially with the way you both were intimate now, but he didn't complain or pull away. He settled into the position, and you both finally got some shut-eye

This was the arrangement for when you slept in his room from then on, and it was a cozy snug for a while

...until you tried facing Levi again to get him over his discomfort of looking at you up close and personal

Baby steps would be required

Big Spoon or Little Spoon

You don't sleep together often in his tub-bed, moreso for the fact you both pass out on the floor in a sprawled mess against each other from gaming all night, but when you do sleep with each other Levi ends up being the big spoon since you fit better against him Beelzebub:

Beel is a furnace. If you want to sleep with him, you have to go in with light clothes, otherwise you'd smother under his body heat and the blankets.

That's not to say you dislike sleeping with Beel though.

He's nice to rest against, and you always feel so protected when he has an arm wrapped around you.

You think he prefers it this way. It's just how his personality is.

You've found ways of being able to make Beel feel soothed despite not being able to cuddle him like he does you. You'll take his hand and hold in tightly, have soft conversations with him so Belphie won't overhear, and kiss him when words fail

After your late night talks, as you're beginning to drift asleep, Beel oftentimes puts his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, and you'll snuggle into his warmth. Your presence wards away negative thoughts, and his alleviates your mood when you're depressed.

On some occasions Belphie, Beel, and you sleep together in a piled mess in the attic. You were sure you'd overheat initially, but surprisingly Belphie doesn't radiate heat like his older twin. There's a comfortable temperature balanced out when you sleep in the middle as the huggable pillow.

Big Spoon or Little Spoon

Obviously, he's the bigger spoon. No matter your height or want you're really not gonna be able to play big spoon with Beel.

Belphegor:

You swear Belphie has an influence over your sleep patterns when you nap with him.

You rest deeper and longer and wake up more relaxed compared to sleeping with the others

You also think his near constant state of tiredness is infectious when you hang out with him.

He loves inviting you to sleep with him in the attic because his brothers seldom venture up there to bother y'all. It's a moment of quiet respite from their antics and loudness, and you appreciate the peace

Although you find it a little sad Belphie enjoys spending time in a place that was once a cell for him

When you sleep together you usually do so face to face, foreheads touching and holding hands or hugging with arms draped across your waists lazily. Neither of you find it comfortable to be a knotted mess of limbs.

Sometimes, when Belphie has tossed over in his sleep you find him pressing back against you, cocooning himself into your body's warmth

You get a brief teasing thought of blowing on his ear or nibbling his neck while his defense is down, but you learned the hard way Belphie pays your pestering back

So you try to refrain from harrassing him while he's out of it

He's usually the one to initiate threesome nap parties involving Beel and yourself where you're always the one being shared. You can't really complain, because it just makes sense, but for once you would like not being squashed by jealous twins trying to hog you to themselves

Big Spoon or Little Spoon

Believe it or not, Belphie likes to play the role of the little spoon. He likes being held and cuddling into your chest as you doze off together.

When it involves Belphie, Beel, and you, he becomes the jointed big spoon with Beel since you're the recipient of the hugging in the middle

Lucifer:

Spending the night with Lucifer is a different experience from any of his younger brothers. It was partially because of his no-nonsense attitude and unapproachable exterior during the day, but mainly because he becomes a different person when no eyes but yours are on him.

His prideful older brother persona that's always stressed out dissolves into an exhausted and more open self that amazes you every time you experience the differences

It kind of makes you regretful for the unintentional shit you add to his plate when you hang out with his chaotic brothers, but the fact that you act as a human stress ball for Lucifer some nights makes up for most of the guilt

You wouldn't exactly call him needy when you share a bed with him, but you can tell he wants attention and someone to relax with that doesn't see him as a right-hand man or consultant or supervisor over six troublesome demons

Most of the night is spent doing anything but sleeping until you don't have the stamina to stay awake anymore. When you wake up, you usually find the bed empty, because Lucifer has already started his day. On rare chances when you wake up before the Avatar of Pride you'll watch his face, unmarred by stress lines and frowns, and admire him as he is

When you don't spend the hours of nighttime fornicating, you'll pillow talk or just lay in silence, appreciating the lack of anything for what it's worth in each other's company

Your regular sleeping positions have a common theme of you resting against Lucifer's chest while he has an arm around you, holding you securely against his side

You usually find it hard to get out of his grasp because of his firm hold on you. It really becomes a struggle not to wake him when you have to pee

Big Spoon or Little Spoon-

Lucifer will mostly be the big spoon. There are, however, the few times when he's drunk and emotionally loose that he clings to you in bed, and he becomes the little spoon while he lovingly snuggles against you

You really want to take a picture of him like that, but you morally can't bring yourself to do it

Asmodeus:

Asmo loves to cuddle, nuzzle, and snuggle. That's no different to him out of bed, but when he's under the covers his sensuality with you doubles.

He enjoys being in a tangled embrace with you, face to face, and pillow talking with you about something or nothing at all

Asmo likes being intimate with you, and you've gradually gotten used to his au naturel self in bed, although you yourself aren't quite there yet, so you dress lightly when you sleep with him. He doesn't pressure you beyond what you're okay with, but he can be a bit pushy when he's feeling flirty.

When he's feeling carnal desire, Asmo excuses his touching with an explanation of skin-to-skin contact being a reliance for the love hormones to properly flow, and you always roll your eyes because it's just an excuse to get in your pants.

You don't argue back against it though, because you like letting him get away with being handsy and touchy-feely when you're alone

It's become a routine before bedtime that Asmo has you help him put lotion on, and he returns the favor, although he's a lot more precise about where he touches you, especially when it involves your sensitive areas.

You know he just loves watching you squirm and savors your reactions.

You get your little slice of revenge when you deprive Asmo of attention and ignore him after you've slipped away to the opposite side of the bed, feigning being asleep while he sulks and tries to get you to turn back to him

Big Spoon or Little Spoon

Asmo is the default big spoon. He loves holding you against him in cherubic positions, being intertwined and personal. You'll be the big spoon if Asmo is being especially needy and whining that he always gives you affection but you haven't recipercated it back properly lately

Satan:

He's not the biggest cuddle bug, but he makes an exception for you. Belphie sometimes, too.

He likes sleeping with you, but he also enjoys his space sometimes as well.

Satan and you will lay back to back, sleep facing each other but not mingling limbs, or you'll sleep with your head on his shoulder with an arm wrapped around you, his cheek resting against your hair.

During the nights you're not cuddled together you'll feel a hand on your hip or his arm or leg gently grazing you throughout the night

Sometimes he'll brush a hand through your hair until you fall asleep if you're nodding off before him. This usually happens more often during your catnaps together during the day if he's especially tired from student council work.

On the rare moments you fall asleep while engaged in a book while leaning against Satan you'll wake up later to be in the same spot but more reclined. Instead of disturbing you, Satan will be lounging back with you dozing on him, books forgotten on his lap.

During the even more rare situations, Belphie and you will tag team Satan when he's reading on the couch. One of you take his lap and the other a shoulder, and you both submission the Avatar of Wrath into compliance with compliments of Satan's body being comfy and stroking his ego until he relents with feigned reluctance and a pleased tone hidden in his voice

Big Spoon or Little Spoon

Neither of you are really a spoon, except for when Satan is being moody and wants to hold you against him. He's not as warm as some of the other brothers, but his hugs are comfortable and you always rest easier against him I'm currently accepting requests! Feel free to message me!

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Hi hi! i think you said asks were open in your newest post? If not feel free to ignore this lol

I would love to see headcannons of an MC who, though acting brave, gets very scared of the brothers

example after lucifer and the grimoire and such? like MC slowly becomes MORE scared of them, and tries to hide it, but it's getting obvious that theyre scared if that makes sense lol 💖

Ahhh, sorry this took longer than it necessarily should have, so hopefully you'll enjoy it despite being a couple days late ❤️

GN MC THAT PROGRESSIVELY FEARS THE BROTHERS

Living with demons is hard, especially when they're the rulers of hell, err, the Devildom.

Sure, there's the implication they're not supposed to hurt or do anything harmful to you, as you have the safety of being an exchange student, but that veil of ignorance was quickly lifted before even the two week mark of living with these brothers.

You've tried getting along with them, and for the most part you've been successful, but a few circumstances have arisen that have reminded you that these boys are dangerous demons... and you're the human that keeps poking the three-headed dog while it sleeps.

Mammon

You're not so much scared of what Mammon could physically do, but you're paranoid that he goes into your room and rummages in your belongings and personal keepsakes. Your room is the only thing you have that you can claim as your own, and it's your sanctuary, despite it being in the brothers' house.

Of course, the brothers will periodically just barge in without alerting you by asking or knocking, but you've grown okay with that. You're at least in your room and able to see what they do in there. There are a few occasions Levi or Satan might mention going into your bedroom to retrieve a video game or book they had loaned you, but you make sure to put their item on the dresser by the entrance, so they don't have to venture too far in. You're okay with that.

You're not okay, however, with Mammon when he goes into your room unannounced. Hell, you're not totally comfortable with him being in your room unattended if he does give you a heads-up.

You know how kleptomaniac Mammon can be. You've heard enough complaints and stories to know how relentless Mammon can be in his search for anything that could give him a few Grimm from his brothers. You've talked with this greedy demon about items he's stolen, witnessed thefts a few times too.

So, you feel something akin to victimized when Mammon goes into your room without your permission or you being there. Your room emits this vibe of disturbance, and it bothers you because you don't know what might be missing or "borrowed". It troubles you more because now your room feels foreign again, like the atmosphere was plagued by essences that you know aren't yours. Your anxiety swells with paranoia, fear, and mistrust again.

Leviathan

Oh, for the most part, you don't have much conflict with Levi anymore. Once you made a pact with the otaku demon he relaxed a lot more and invited you to hang out in his room to play games or fuss about animation qualities in animes or gush about his favorite manga characters.

It's just that after that contest of who was the bigger TSL fan and Levi, enveloped by jealousy and fury, came at you with the intent to seriously harm you, you've had this overly-suspicious fear in the back of your mind, itching your paranoia that it could happen again.

You've learned that Levi's demon form is easily triggered by extreme feelings, rather that's excitement, irritability, or the emotion he avatars over, and you can't help be irrationally cautious when that happens. It's a reflex from the panic that engraved itself into your psyche for self-preservation.

If you weren't so anxious about another envy-fueled incident involving your life you might find Levi's excitement for the stuff he loves more endearing and cute.

Beelzebub

If you hadn't seen how destructive Beel's tantrums over food firsthand could be you might find it hard to believe this relaxed and mostly uninvolved brother would have such a temper... but you did experience it, so you do believe it.

It was a custard! They're so easy to get more of, but Beel immediately flew off the handle and wouldn't see reasoning, lashing out and destroying the kitchen. If Mammon hadn't pulled you down with him to the floor as Beel started his outraged tantrum you're positive you would have been collateral damage too, like your poor room that was unfortunately placed on the other side of the kitchen wall.

It was a terrifying sight to behold, seeing the kitchen torn asunder and reduced to broken walls, obliterated cabinets, and smashed counters, with kitchen utensils and ruined cookware being sent into flight and raining down, razor-sharp and shattered into broken edges that could easily pierce flesh.

That moment of destruction lingers, along with the intense emotion of fright, triggered whenever Beel complains about being hungry or when he meets your gaze at the table during times to eat. You immediately offer your unfinished plate to him, which he happily accepts and consumes in seconds, to appease the Avatar of Gluttony's temper.

Asmodeus

Asmo's promiscuity and salaciousness are what unnerve you the most. He's the Avatar of Lust, so obviously you were already on your defense, but you've seen glimpses beyond the surface level to what Asmo can be like. That's what intrigues you about him, and you try to focus on those bits that slip past his perfectionist lifestyle and narcissistic personality. At the same time, however, this is the cause of your near downfalls when Asmo tries to allure you with his physical prowess.

He's tried a few times to charm you, and you feel this invasive power trying to persuade you to give into your raw and sexual temptations, or this tugging sensation that tries to attract you beyond what you feel is comfortable. The repulsed response is usually what repels you from the power Asmo tries to flaunt over you.

He usually huffs after his failed attempt but quickly rebounds by placing his hands around you and trying to embrace you himself, which Mammon, prompted by his denied feelings and jealousy, usually intercepts in your honor.

There's a few times you've worried yourself nauseous Asmo will corner you, and you won't be able to save yourself from his lustful persuasion. There's also the couple of times he's mentioned eating your heart, so that's also worrisome.

Satan

There's no questions that you secretly fear Satan, more specifically his wrath. You slighted him once before, and the threat he imposed upon you while you were trapped between his demonic form and an over-stuffed bookcase was enough to brand itself to your soul as a reminder.

As docile as Satan may appear with his affection for cats, deep interest for detective shows, and shared affinity of books he could and, possibly, would rip you apart and lavish in the blood that wept from your lacerated flesh and tension of your bones rebelling before snapping satisfactory in halves and thirds.

Other than that, Satan is much easier to hang out with compared to his brothers, except when he gets that cruel temperament to torment Lucifer, which you exempt yourself from if the pranks are too excessive.

Belphegor

Terror has never seeped into your soul like this before. Your anxiety spikes to levels you've never experienced before when Belphie plops down next to you on the couch or tries to start up a conversation. Your fight, flight, freeze, or fawn system goes haywire, and you become petrified, unable to respond properly.

You either stay away from Belphie altogether or stay glued to one of the other brothers, Mammon or Beel preferably. Just in case.

Just in case Belphie's lament arises again in the form of murderous hate, gleeful contempt clouding his eyes, as his hands find their way to your neck that remembers the tight embrace his fingers engraved into the nerves of your throat, the ghostly suffocating that chokes you up sometimes if you become too immersed in the memory of a body that hadn't belonged to you.

You're also sure you remember an aching in your ribs and spine that causes you to shiver sometimes, but you're not sure if you experienced that in a dream or illusion of the timeline merging. It still bothers you all the same.

For such a sweet face and quiet voice, Belphie is a demon that decieves, and you're better off staying away from him until you're over your PTSD. If that's possible.

Lucifer

How many times has he almost killed you? Twice or three times? Enough to be too many and to penetrate your core with panic and trepidation whenever you see that sly smile that forms on his lips. It doesn't have to be directed at you, but it's enough to launch you into a panic attack that you barely keep under control.

That safety guard of being a representative from the human world and exchange student mean nothing when you test it by being a busybody in affairs that definitely don't involve you over and over again, especially when it's the pride and dignity of Lucifer being tested.

You hear your lesson but never learn, and unconsciously you must be masochistic for how many times you've brushed death with Lucifer's anger, but you keep pushing the limits.

You can't help going to Mammon's defense when you feel Lucifer is only targeting him for personal reasons or standing up to his ego when you feel he's going over his limits. Your bravery is stupidity though, and you feel your courageous backbone turn into a central nerve system of adrenaline and fear. You're just too stubborn and self-righteous to let Lucifer do as he pleases, but that doesn't mean you're not scared out of your wits.

You've gained an intuition for when Lucifer is approaching or silently comes up from behind you, and it sends a shiver down your back almost every time you're alone together.

If you have any headcanons that you want me to write, please send them my way! I enjoy writing these out. NSFW is okay, but please know I might not do ❤️