Karls

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[karlswrites]

A Red Leviathan

Part three of the Devildom Taxi Service is here! Warning: this is not my best work, and it is not proofread. But, gosh, it was bugging me, just sitting there in my Google Docs. I've already outlined the next brother's story, and I plan on getting it out before the New Year.

I hope you still enjoy it!

Warnings: One slightly suggestive joke towards the end, tooth-rotting fluff, a very flustered Levi

Word Count: 1,690

Due to a rather miserable series of events, the House of Lamentation’s kitchen was no longer available for dinner tonight. You hadn’t been present at the kitchen’s destruction, but you suspected foul play between Beel and Mammon. The two were often at each other’s throats, Mammon’s greed and Beel’s insatiable resembling perfect rivals. It would not be a stretch to assume they had been arguing over Beel’s new carton of Hell Pepper Jelly. Such a fight undoubtedly left a hole in the wall, rendering the kitchen out of commission. You couldn’t help but snicker when you imagined Lucifer’s scrunched nose and brow. He wanted to starve them, but doing so would look poorly on him. He also had you to look after. Taking his family to a simple restaurant and paying for those who hadn’t caused mayhem seemed like a reasonable solution. That’s why you were heading towards Leviathan’s room- to fetch him for dinner. 

Climbing the steps that lead to his door, you could already make out thundering game music. The base reverberated from behind the oak door, and there was a triumphant crescendo of brass. Leviathan was, you gathered, fighting the boss of some TSL Spin-Off. A symphony of grunts, screams, and curses accompanied the musical backing. The music had led you to believe the demon had been doing well, but that clearly wasn’t the case. You inhaled sharply through your nose before knocking on the door. 

“I’m busy!” Leviathan screamed. 

You didn’t expect him to be cordial when raging. His voice rang out against the music. Leviathan gave out a shrill yell; he had been struggling for a while. You gave it a second before you spoke again. 

“Leviachan!” You sang. 

The fervent keyboard smashing stuttered for a second, and you heard Levi make an unidentifiable noise that was strewn between a gasp and a snort. It was oddly adorable. 

There was a moment when you heard nothing but the background music. An image of a red-faced Levi popped into your noggin. His fingers were probably stretched out over several keys, frozen yet twitching. One brow would certainly be cocked, and his fangs would have a tenacious grasp on his bottom lip. You could not see him, but you pictured him as a mess. You didn’t need to see him to know you were spot on.

“Le-vi-a-chan!” You annunciated each syllable in a way that was so unnervingly clear. Levi’s circumstances grew more difficult behind the door with each passing second.

A strangled whine emitted from behind the door, and you got him- hook, line, and sinker. It was time to real him in.

The music cut off. Unsteady footsteps skipped to the door. The large oak door swung open and, leaning along the doorway with a furious blush, was Levi. Just as you had suspected, he looked like a mess. Hands dug deep under his arms, and fangs buried themselves in his bottom lip. For someone screaming ferociously before, Levi was shy now. If you hadn’t spent as much time in the Devildom as you had, this swift change in demeanor would be offputting. Still, it was always refreshing to see how quickly the many sides of Leviathan could show themselves.

Levi’s eyes avoided yours at first, but as soon as he caught yours, he said, “I’m in the middle of a very important battle.” He straightened his back and puffed up his chest. “So what d’ya want?”

It took everything within you not to laugh at the change. Your boy was trying so hard to appear manly, but his face was not helping. Red continued to stretch over his face as he spoke. 

“Come on now, Human. I don’t have all day. I’ve never left a game paused for so long.”

“Yes, yes, I know. But I’m here on a mission.”

You give him a toothy grin as you recount Lucifer’s instructions. As you do, you notice Levi’s face fall slightly at the mention of his older brother. Sure, you have always visited Levi’s chambers frequently. The idea of someone else telling you to do so left him uneasy. 

“Of course, those two idiots caused a scene. They’re always doing something wrong,” he sighed. His shoulders had relaxed, and the blush had dimmed slightly. “So Lucifer ordered you to come get me for dinner? Fine.” 

The poor demon boy removed himself from the way and headed back into the comfort of his cove. Reluctantly, he turned his monitor and PC off, wincing at the whooshing noise the system made as it turned black. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, muttered a small goodbye to Henry, and closed the door to his room. 

His eyes flashed over yours as he muttered, “Let’s go, then.”

“Aye aye, Captain!” you called after him. 

From behind, you could easily make out his tense shoulders and crimson ear tips. Gosh, you enjoyed teasing him so much. Your words must have landed a critical hit on his heart because the boy remained silent until you reached the scraggly group of brothers waiting on the floor below. 

Like a teacher, Lucifer took the group's headcount before announcing where you’d all be eating. Since Mammon wronged Beel, Beel got to choose the eatery. Hell’s Kitchen was the obvious choice. If anyone made even the slightest noise of disapproval, Lucifer smacked the back of their heads. You had to warn Levi can keep his mouth shut. In response, he stuck his tongue at you.

“Careful,” you muse, “I might catch that later.” You winked at him. 

Your words left a ferocious blush on the poor guy’s face. He almost had a heart attack right then and there. 

“Gah, don’t say that!” he squeaked. Gosh, he was adorable.

“But you look so cute when you blush. It’s a fact.”

After a minute of clutching his heart and hiding his face in his hands, you heard him whimper, “This doesn’t fit my tsundere persona.” 

You had to admit that your boyfriend was incredibly self-aware. Even when you first met him, he struggled to hide his flust-rations (that pun was horrible). 

“Hey, enough chit-chat back there! It would be a shame if either of you missed dinner,” Luci called from before you. A mischievous glint in his crimson eye caused Levi to blush and grimace. You just snickered and began to walk along with the group, almost leaving your boyfriend behind. He scurried to catch up with you. 

…

Why Lucifer insisted that you walked, you had no idea, but you hated him for it. The Devildom was boundless, and nothing ever stayed in place. Different locations constantly changed, and traveling was difficult. Especially for you, a human with no power at all. Being the distant descendant of a fallen angel didn’t help. You couldn’t summon any mystical wings or a spirit animal to carry you. It sucked. You were already beginning to sweat; it was disgustingly hot. You felt as though you had been walking for days. Screw the incomprehensible time-thing down here. 

“You look like you’re about to pass out,” Levi voiced from behind you. 

His blush was long gone, one headphone covering an ear, and he was flipping through apps on his phone. He looked cool both in terms of temperature and aura. 

“I might if we don’t get to the restaurant soon.” 

You meant it as a joke, trying to shrug off the pressing heat. However, Levi didn’t take it like that. Within a second, his hand was on your shoulder, and he looked worried. 

“Really? If you don’t feel well, you should tell me sooner!” 

That really didn’t fit his tsundere persona. 

“I’m fine,” you lied.

“Bull.” 

Levi shut off his phone, removed his headphones, and shoved the articles in his pockets (I’m just convinced these boys have ‘bags of holding’ for their pockets). He darted in front of you and bent down. 

“Levi?” you asked. “What’re you doing?”

“Get on.”

“I can walk,” you tried to reason. 

“I don’t care. If you keep going on like this, you’re gonna start complaining, and I don’t have the mental capacity to deal with that right now.”

Of course, he needed a reason to justify being nice to you. Levi truly was a romantic soul. 

“I’ll be sure to keep it to a minimum,” you retorted dryly. 

“Human, I swear, if I have to stay like this for even a second longer, I’m going to throw you over my shoulder,” he paused, “and I think this would be more comfortable.” 

Wow, he must really be concerned. You agreed then and clung onto his back. As he stood back up, he made some joke about you being heavy, but he was just kidding. You didn’t weigh a thing to him. Being a demon with immense power had its perks, like being able to pick up adorable humans. 

He smelled amazing. This man smelled like the ocean but, like, clean. It reminds you of the ‘Ocean’ scent from a famous store on Earth but much better. His jacket was also soft and cool, and the air around you shifted from depressingly caliente to cool and crisp. You silently thanked the universe that the Sin of Envy found power in the ocean, that he felt like a sunset on the beach at the tail-end of summer. Boy howdy, the relief was incredible. 

“Thanks, Levi. Want me to return the favor later?” You asked against his ear. Mans looked like a fire hydrant. 

“You couldn’t even walk to the restaurant! I doubt you could carry me on the way back!” He made an excellent point. 

“Yeah, sure, but we could see about tonight.” You were such a friggin tease. 

“What does that even- Oh, my God. You- you’re evil,” he could barely keep his voice from breaking. You had to lay off the flirting if you two wanted to get to the eatery safely. 

“Heh, maybe I really do belong in the Devildom,” you mused. 

“Yeah, well you belong to me, and that’s where I live.”

“You belong with me, Levi.”

“Whatever.” 

You could see that, from his shoulder, he had a sweet smile on his face.

[karlswrites]

A Grimm Trip

This is part two of the Devildom boys carrying you around. From here on out, this little series shall be affectionally named the Devildom Taxi Service. This week's boy is Mams the Man.

I hope y'all enjoy a protective Mammon!

Warnings: Some violence? Like, there's no blood. Also, you have a twisted ankle, so... sorry. There's that good fluff, though...

Word Count: 1,694

When arriving at the Devildom- even though it was a shock- you didn’t expect most demons to be friendly with you. You expected some cursing and the classic life endangerment, but you didn’t expect high-school-level bullying. You were in college, for Pete’s sake. Needless to say, the demon foot sticking out by your classroom’s door was an unpleasant surprise. So was the faceplant that followed right after.

You attempted to stand back up, pulling yourself up by your elbows and knees. Within one second, a disheveled Mammon (Let’s be honest, he would sprint to you) was kneeling at your side. His hands made swift movements, one landing at the small of your back and the other grabbing at one of your wrists. He pulled you up and into him.

His heartbeat drummed against your ears. It was beating fast. Whether it was from worrying about you or embarrassment, you didn’t know. Still, the sound fluttered around you, engulfing you in warmth. Expected to see a miffed Mammon, as he was typically vexed by you getting in trouble, you looked up. Mammon had apparently decided to look at you then, too. A furious blush washed over his cheeks and ears when he noticed how close you were. The expression was surprising, and the shock of it made you grow a similar shade in return. Again, you felt his pulse rate increase. That somehow calmed you, and you began to relish in everything that was Mammon. He was always so selfless as to embarrass himself in your stead. Stepping in right after you suffered a measly trip, caring not for his tarnished reputation. His brothers always called him selfish, but, boy howdy, were they wrong.

Mammy released your wrist but kept his hand on your back, ensuring that you wouldn’t fall back down. The two of you began to stand together when a sharp pain shot through your ankle. Mammon immediately lowered you back to the floor, sitting you back against the wall.

“Whoa, hey! Are you okay?” he asked, words tumbling out of his mouth about a mile a minute.

You almost couldn’t understand him, though his urgency to treat you was sweet. Futilely, you tried to ensure him that you were fine, but that same pain returned when you attempted to move again. Turning your foot felt like a death sentence; you were in rough shape.

Before you could muster any soothing words, Mammon was at his feet again. Never taking his eyes off you, he approached the other student still laughing at his desk. The boy fell silent when he noticed the Avatar of Greed was standing before him. The cocky grin he wore turned panicked.

“You think it’s funny? You think hurting my human is funny?” Mammon’s voice lowered an octave as he spoke. Some semblance of a growl echoed from his throat.

Those shrill screams and whines you had once associated him with melted away from your memory and were replaced by, if you thought you had heard correctly, his snarl. He was clearly pissed off. Being the only demon who never laid a hand on you, it was a bit scary to see him behave like this. Anger was beginning to physically manifest around him; the lights dimmed and the surrounding air started to cumulate into black fog.

Being the fourth (I’m putting Barbatos at #2) most powerful demon, Mammon was capable of things beyond your imagination. Fear took the reigns in your brain as you began to imagine a series of scenarios, each pumping more and more cortisol into your veins. One image showed the greedy demon decimating your classmate, claws ripping into their uniform, fangs plunging into any extremity he could reach, horns threatening to pierce through the top of his head. It was quite the contrast to how he typically acted when terrorized by Lucifer or any of his other brothers. He’d allow them to hang him from the ceiling, but God forbid anyone to do anything like that to you. You were his emotional support human, and he wanted to protect you as your first. Anyone who hurt you was begging for whatever they got.

You were pulled from your thoughts when the unnamed demon yelped. Mammon had lifted him, fists curling into his jacket’s collar. The black fog had begun to swirl around the two, gradually rising from Mammon’s feet into the air. With each curse and threat escaping his lips, the fog rose higher and higher. If things continued like this, the two would be swallowed whole by the essence.

Knowing that there was no other way to stop Mammon from making a mistake, you called out him. The golden glow from Mammon’s sigil emitted from your back and through the thick material of your jacket. A wave of strength coursed through you as you stretched a hand out towards the two.

“Stop.” Your voice rang louder than you intended, but you were surprised by how clear it was. Your body was still shaking, but it definitely didn’t sound like it.

Mammon froze. His hands stilled as if frozen in time. The black fog dissipated completely a second after your command reached him.

“Let him go, Mammon. Come back to me.” Mammon eased at your soft voice and followed your orders without a thought.

When he looked back at you, his eyes gleamed with something: a mixture of gratitude and shame. There was rarely a cause for you to command him, and he hated every single time he brought you to control him. It wasn’t relinquishing himself to you that upset him. No, it was that he had let you down. To him, he had done something grave. Anything that he did that wasn’t right with you was like a cardinal sin in his eyes. His perception was a tad melodramatic, but after how you fixed the broken remnants of his family, you were truly an angel to him. Disappointing you had become his biggest fear and grievance.

“It’s okay,” you called to him, your voice beginning to waver as the sigil’s magic wore off. “You’re okay.”

You silently prayed that your words anchored themselves to him, and you made a note to yourself to praise him for his kindness later once you saw the light returning to his golden orbs- the same gold that brightened when he let the student go and raced back to your side. Mammon was still undoubtedly angry at the other demon, baring teeth as he glared at him over his shoulder. Getting the hint, he and your other classmates hurried out of the room.

Mammon asked again if you were okay. You said yes. His eyes traveled from yours to your ankle (When writing this, I almost said, “His eyes traveled down south for the winter. Not even kidding), and he removed your shoe. He wrapped his hand around your ankle and gently poked it with his thumb, eliciting a quiet whimper. The pout he gave after almost made you laugh despite the pain.

“Yeah, I ain’t lettin’ ya walk like that,” he murmured. His eyes met yours again and his pout spread into a white smile. “Guess it’s my duty to help ya back to your room.”

As you recalled one past life-threatening instance, you understood Mammy loved playing the hero, so you agreed.

Mammon turned on his knees, facing his back towards you. Carefully, he trudged backward to you, keeping his eyes trained to yours. He was subconsciously looking for any sign of discomfort- another testament to how caring he was, even if he didn’t recognize it. He gripped the backside of your knees firmly and dipped his head. That gave you enough room to pull yourself forward, wrapping your arms over his shoulders, mindful not to put too much pressure around his neck. You didn’t want to accidentally choke your knight in messy uniform.

“I hope I’m not too heavy,” you breathed against his neck. He shook off the shiver you caused with a hearty laugh.

“There’s no way you’re too heavy for the Great Mammon!” he protested, pulling you closer to him by your knees.

In one fluid motion, he hoisted you up and stood. He was pretty graceful for a “scumbag,” and you hugged yourself closer. Your chin found a home on his shoulder, slipping past the undone collar of his shirt, clinging to the warmth of his skin. Additionally, your arms were pushing his jacket further past his shoulders to his elbows, but there was no way he was going to complain. On the contrary, the pink gracing his cheeks proposed he liked the closeness. Well, that wasn’t very tsundere of him. Before you could catch it, a giggle slipped past your lips as he stepped out of the classroom.

“What’s so funny, human?” Mammon asked, nudging your cheek with his. You wondered if he could feel how he made your face hotter than hell. He must have because his step faltered.

“Nothing. Just thinking about how selfless you are.” That was sorta true.

Unlike the cheerfulness that rang from him before, his laugh was dull. He removed his cheek from yours and looked straight ahead.

“I ain’t selfless!” His hollow laugh died down, and he turned serious. “If anything, I’m selfish and greedy. I wanted to be the hero, I wanted to save you, and nobody else ain’t gonna get the chance to when I’m around!” His voice picked up when he finished, and his eyes were renewed with vibrancy as he looked to you. He cheered himself up with his own words, and his “greed” flowed from him like sweetness.

“Still, you’re sweet to help me. Thank you,” you cooed, connecting your cheeks once again.

This time, it was Mammy’s turn to erupt into a flustered state. He almost tripped over his own two feet, though he was careful to keep himself up. He was carrying precious cargo after all.

Upon delivering you to your dorm, the two of you spent the rest of the day watching your favorite shows and movies, eating your favorite snacks. Of course, Mammon argued he only allowed such thing ‘cause he liked them too.’

Lucifer's (Part 1): Pride In Arms

[karlswrites]

Pride In Arms

First things first, this is gonna be a multi-part one-shot series. I don’t even know if that’s a real thing in fanfic writing, but it is starting today.

Today’s special boi is Luci-Goosey, which I’ve named him out of admiration.

I hope you enjoy this half-headcanon/half-one-shot of Luci carrying you!

Warnings: None! Enjoy your fluff!

Word Count: 1,126

Love ya, Luci.

Boy howdy, you were tired, plain and simple. After all the strenuous activities the student council put you through, exhaustion had begun to swallow you. Walking had become a challenge. Even lifting yourself from the House of Lamentation’s main stairwell was now impossible. You were halfway up the stairs when your legs gave out.

Now, you were stranded, feeling light-headed and dizzy. It sucked. For a moment, you contemplated summoning one of the demon brothers to help out. Eyeing the sigils on your arm belonging to Mammon, Levi, and Beel, you decided none were suited for the job; Mammon would freak out and complain, Levi would make some sarcastic comment, and Beel would be eating. Instead, you needed someone strong, serious, and reliable. Crap, you needed Lucifer.

As far as you knew, he was almost always the demon for the job. Diavolo relied on him a lot and for good reason. However, the thought of actually relying on him worried you just as much as it enticed you. In your daze, you imagined him standing before you, smirk and all, with his dark crimson eyes peering into your soul. Lucifer would undoubtedly help you, but there was the threat of him needing something in return. He might assign you even more work, or he might find compensation via other slightly more promiscuous means. That thought sent a shiver down your spine. The growing warmth spreading across your cheeks didn’t help.

Suddenly, a dark figure appeared at the stairwell’s base. Speak of the devil: it was Lucifer himself (Sorry, not sorry, but I’ve been waiting to make that joke). His figure was blurry in your hazy eyes, and you squinted to better focus on his expression. It was blank, not to your surprise. Lucifer was looking as disinterested as ever, and you almost laughed. He noticed this from below; of course, he did, as his attention was on you ever since he entered the room.

Taking graceful steps, he strode up the stairs to meet you. He stopped at your feet and looked down on you. His countenance was just as you imagined: a small smirk pulled at his lips, and his crimson eyes glinted in the house’s dim light.

“What are you doing lying around?” he asked, his smirk widening with each word. You let out a tiny scoff, your shoulders slumping forward.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m tired,” you retorted. It seemed as though your response amused him. You didn’t doubt the sadist was enjoying the situation.

“Listen, I’m only like this because of all the Student Council tasks today,” you explained to him. With a huff, Lucifer dropped down in front of you. His eyes softened, but his smirk stayed the same.

“Diavolo sometimes forgets how fragile humans are.” It was his feeble attempt to cheer you up.

Then, you heard him mumble something else about Diavolo being unreasonable under his breath. Lucifer remarking against authority (twice) was unheard of.

“Careful, Luci,” you started, “wouldn’t want the Lord himself hearing that-” Lucifer’s quiet laugh interrupted you. What was once a smug smirk was replaced by a playful grin.

“You needn’t worry. I’m more concerned about you.” His words surprised you. They were kind and genuine, fairly different from his usual aloof nature. What he did next shocked you, though, as he carefully wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“May I?” he asked, pulling you into his chest.

The unexpected softness had you scrambling for any coherent thought. You opted for a nod, and Lucifer hooked his other arm under your knees. He picked you up in one fluid motion, and you noticed that his red eyes never left yours. There was a slight pressure against your body that kept you glued to his. Luci had you locked in. He almost felt princely. With the absence of a white horse, you half-expected Cerberus to burst through the doors and carry you into the void, not a sunset.

“You seem out of it,” Lucifer commented. You only nodded again, not about to let those thoughts slip into words. The demon hummed in response and began walking up the rest of the stairs.

His steps were long and slow, careful not to add any unpleasant feeling to your daze by moving too quickly. Taking advantage of the situation, you nuzzled your head into his shoulder. Luci’s soft velvet cape felt soft and smooth against your cheek. The cape’s fur collar brushed against your nose, making you giggle. Lucifer did not comment on the noise, but you swore you saw some hint of pink on his cheeks.

You realized you were way too aware of everything. You could feel how his hands carried you, how his thumbs would frequently rub circles into your side. It was both a blessing and a curse that RAD’s uniform covered your legs. If Luci had access to your skin, you’d be done for. The fires of hell would consume you, and you’d be seeing Heaven a lot sooner than expected. Seriously, how could his thumbs rubbing circles into you be both relaxing and exhilarating at the same time? You hoped you were having a similar effect on him, though you truly didn’t expect him to feel much. This was Lucifer, after all.

He passed your door and continued walking. Before you had a chance to question him, he quickened his pace and arrived at the last door down the hall. He gently nudged it open with his shoulder, careful not to bonk you against the doorframe. Through half-lidded eyes, you could see how focused he was carrying you. He appeared more focused here than he did when doing his own work. It was almost impressive. It made you smile. You sighed contently, snuggling closer into him. Lucifer mimicked you, a heavy sigh of his own escaping from his lips.

The next course of action was to find a place to lay you. He set you down on a rather large red leather couch (try saying that 5 times fast), and the cool material was a vast contrast to Luci’s warmth. The demon must have sensed that you missed him because he quickly shrugged his cape off. Luci draped the cape over you, satisfied with how you immediately buried yourself into it. You gripped the hem, burying your cheeks in fur and wrapping yourself into a velvet cocoon. It was almost as cozy as him. At least it smelled like him. With the overflowing smell of cologne and the comfortable material, your daze shifted to sleepiness. The last thing you remembered before slipping into unconsciousness was Lucifer’s back. He was heading towards his desk, no doubt about to continue working. You swore you saw Luci look back at you and smile before your eyes completely shut.

[karlswrites]

Big Vs. Little Spoon

Demon Bois + Non-Dateables Edition

This game is my newest hyper-fixation, so please bear with me. I know there are a lot of head-canons about the boys cuddling, but here’s my rendition. Boy howdy, this one’s a little long...

Warnings: Pure Fluff 

❤️ Lucifer: Because he’s the Avatar of Pride, Lucifer loves feeling bigger than you.  His pride inhibits him from being the little spoon, so he often opts for being the big spoon. Luci can’t help but admire the way his arms completely envelop you when he’s the big spoon. However, if he decides that you’ve been “a good little Main Character,” then he might acquiesce to your request, allowing you to lounge over him. Additionally, Luci prefers that the two of you cuddle in his bed, as it is rather large and extremely comfortable. Seeing you sprawled out over or curled in his comforter fills him to the brim with pride. Being able to hold you close to his chest gives him more pride than literally anything else. Being the elegant fella that he is, he will always lower himself beside you gently, careful not to disturb you. He won’t jump on the bed like some people. 

(I’m so sorry you had to read that one line of dialogue, if you can even call it that.)

💛 Mammon: A true switch on top of and underneath the sheets, Mammon is more likely to be the little spoon than his elder brother. He will never admit to you how much he enjoys feeling your arms slumped over him, but he does love it. He’ll never object to being the big spoon, though, as having his arms and legs draped over you is a HUGE ego booster. Mammon often feels little in the company of his brothers, so knowing that you feel safe and comfortable in his hold makes the guy’s heart melt. I must warn you, though, that Mammon doesn’t hesitate to leap unto your bed, effectively smothering you with his love and adoration. In the private on your room or his, because he loves showing his stuff off, he’ll entangle himself in you. Honestly, it doesn’t matter to him how you’re lying, as long as he gets to stay with you. If you satisfy his greed, and you always do, he will never leave.

(My friend thought of an adorable Mammon x MC Piggy-back ride idea, but that’s for another day, hehe)

💙 Leviathan: This poor boy isn’t used to physical touch, much less having someone in his room almost every night. His only experience comes from a Ruri-chan body pillow, and that thing does not compare to your warmth. At first, you have to be the big spoon. Although he’s embarrassed, Levi adores the feeling of your arms and legs hooked around him. He always takes the opportunity to take his hands and intertwine them with yours over his chest and waist. Now, if Levi gets jealous, then that’s a whole other story. If he notices a few too many people crowded around you or hugging you throughout the day, he’ll find his confidence and trap you into him. He’ll pull you into the bathtub with him, lay you down on his pillows, and act clingy so that nobody mistakes you for theirs. Good luck leaving the tub, ya hooligan. 

💚 Satan: Out of the two options, Satan is probably the big spoon most of the time. He likes holding you close, being able to enjoy some peace and quiet with you. He’s not so much of a ‘little/big spoon’ as he is a ‘two forks lying snuggly together in a drawer’ kind of guy. You lie next to him, your arms looped around his neck or his chest. Satan holds a book over the two of you, reading aloud softly. His free hand is snaked under your waist, his thumb gently stroking up and down your spine with each sentence he reads. On the other hand, if it’s late at night or super early in the morning, he’ll indulge in that prime spooning opportunity. He’d probably place his chin in the crook of your shoulder. He’ll probably have his hands anchored in your waist. He’ll probably - most definitely- slowly turn you around in his arms, letting his hands wander back towards your spine. Satan loves having you pressed against his heartbeat and vice versa. Your heart is the perfect sound for him to fall asleep to. 

💗 Asmodeus: This guy is a little spoon. With how much he loves himself and you, of course, he will curl himself into you. Asmo doesn’t like as much for his back to face you, so he always ends up turning around in your arms. He wants you to have constant access to his face. Whether you’re looking at him or kissing him, it doesn’t matter; Asmo wants your attention on his beautiful face. Being constantly suggestive, especially when it comes to you, he slowly weaves his legs between yours. He doesn’t hesitate when playing footsies, too. In terms of his preferences, he loves hosting you in his room. If you ever want to cuddle in your room, though, then he’ll eagerly agree. Asmo looks forward to leaving the scent of whatever fragrance he’s wearing all over your bedsheets. He wants you thinking about him 24/7 after all. 

(If anyone disagrees with this one, in particular, square up in a Denny’s parking lot.)

🧡 Beelzebub: As long as you’re eating food during cuddling, Beel could care less how you’re placed over him. He’s a big boy, so he’s often the big spoon. One of his arms will snake its way underneath you, holding you tightly around the waist. His other hand is preoccupied with a bag of chips or another tasty snack. Unlike Asmo, Beel is not nearly as handsy. He keeps you in his strong hold the entire time. When he’s done eating, he moves his hand up to your head. His digits will stroke and play with your hair. It’s so soft, and Beel can’t get enough of how relaxed it makes the both of you feel. Another position he likes, which isn’t necessarily spooning, but him lying on his back with you on top. Beel loves, loves, loves your head on his chest. The way his chin rests upon your head is so nice to him. He drapes his arms down your back, hooking his legs over yours. He keeps you in place, and you feel so safe. He is a legitimate teddy bear. 

💜 Belphegor: The Avatar of Sloth is the best cuddler, hands down. He has so many pillows and, upon request, can provide pillow forts, beds, nooks , or whatever you need. You always fall asleep within minutes. Cuddling was a bit difficult at first, as you didn’t always trust him. Actually, it was Belphie’s attempt to gain your trust that led you to be cuddle-buddies (besides your mutual pining, of course). Like some of his brothers, he doesn’t prefer one position over the other. He can be a big or little spoon. You say the word, and he’ll fall into the position with ease. He covers you with blankets, making you appear as a burrito/cocoon. He is definitely warm each and every time you snuggle in close. Belphie clings to you as a sloth clings to its branch, never letting go, even when you wake up. 

❤️ Diavolo: Another big boy, Diavolo is the - drum roll, please- big spoon. He has the broadest shoulders, biggest hands, and widest chest that’s perfect to fall into. Whenever you cuddle, he silently hopes you choose his castle. He’s always so excited to bring you over, and this guy has a massive bed. It’s literally made for a king. Since he’s a ray of sunshine, Diavolo will playfully tug you onto the mattress with him. He holds your face, caressing your cheeks. He grabs your waist, pulling you in even closer. He doesn’t let go until he absolutely has to. Sometimes, Barbatos has to come in and drag him away from you. Diavolo is completely smitten by you, and his affection only grows every time he relaxes against your back. Furthermore, cuddling with you is the perfect way to end a stressful day of dealing with the crazy demon brothers. 

💚 Barbatos: Barbatos may be a butler, but something about him screams big spoon. He loves scooping you up in his arms. The feeling of his heartbeat against your back brings him the greatest sense of comfort. When keeping you tangled up in his arms, he asks now and again if he can move in anyway, get you anything, or do anything to make you feel even more comfortable. He likes his control, but he always aims to please. Barbatos and you never stay still for long. His fingers run along your arms, sides, and shoulders continuously. He, too, likes playing with your hair. If you fall asleep before him, he places kisses on the back of your scalp, neck, and shoulders. He never goes past that, but cuddling allows him ample time to indulge in some innocent physical attention. Expect to be carried out of bed bridal style when the two of you wake up. 

🖤 Solomon: As the Devildom’s official special snowflake, you might never know what you’ll get with him. Solomon prefers feeling your back against his chest, though he will, like Lucifer, reward you by being the little spoon. He’s very calm and cool, so being the little spoon doesn’t embarrass him. He only cares about encasing you with his arms, hands wrapped around you in a big hug. He’s not as outwardly affectionate with you as another guy might be, but Solomon delivers some high-quality snuggles. You feel small and safe against him, and that’s all he could ever want. In terms of location, the two of you typically end up in your room. However, on days when the demon boys are at it again, he will coyly invite you into his dorm. He loves when your scent seeps its way into his bedsheets, but he also loves it when his gets lost in yours. Solomon is always left floored by how such simple affection can make him feel so warm and fuzzy. He doesn’t need to worry about spells with you, and you don’t need to worry about anything with him. 

🤍 Simeon: Similar to Levi, Simeon isn’t used to physical touch, but he’s not as shy. Cuddling you sounds as good as heaven, and he relishes in the feeling of your soft skin against his. Another true switch, in my humble opinion, he is content with being a big or little spoon. He’s an angel, and his greatest concern is how comfortable you are at all times. He’s inexperienced, so he will more-than-happily follow your lead. He never moves without your consent. You might have to reassure him a few times that moving is totally fine. In fact, it’s welcomed. Once he gets that through his noggin, he finally relaxes into you. From behind, Simeon grazes his hands over your stomach, loving the warmth you emit. If you’re behind him, he’ll seize the opportunity to clutch his hands in yours, loving the feeling of your head on his shoulder. He sleeps so much better with you.

[karlswrites]

A Devil In Style

Head-canon about Mammon and MC posing for pics together for the acclaimed magazine. 

Warnings: Suggestive Themes and Dialogue 

- After becoming an item, it was normal for you to tag along with Mammon for his DS shoots, and the main producer always loved how natural the two of you looked.

- You inspire Mammon to do his work, so the Producers already love you.

- Mammon may not be the Avatar of Pride, but -boy howdy- was he proud of you.

- In all honesty, he was just going to use this experience to show you off.

- The topic of this co-shoot, you ask? Y’all are modeling a clothing line featuring blue and gold-colored formal wear.

- Mammon has more experience modeling, so he’d be ready first, sitting on the large black leather couch, his head turned towards your dressing room door.

- He’d dressed in a silk blue button-up. His sleeves would be rolled up three-quarters of the way up his arms, and the top four gold buttons would remain undone. He’d sporting black skinny jeans and black leather shoes. 

- Because Mammon loves jewels, he probably requested gold studs and rings. The designers wouldn’t miss the chance the place a gold watch around his wrist, too. 

- He would look about as rich as he wished he was. 

- Upon finally seeing you, he’d jump up from the couch. He would jog to meet you. Jog. His cheeks would be a deep red from seeing you all dolled up. He’d blame it on the lights, but everybody would know it’s B/S. 

- His sapphire eyes would dance across your frame, blue silk hugging tightly at your skin. The outfit would actually be comfortable, though you’d be a bit shy at all the attention on you.

- Mammon is a softie, so the instance he sees any apprehension in you, he’ll ask if you’re really okay doing the shoot. His eyes light up when you nod. Baby boy has wanted professional pictures of you together since you started dating.

- THE COMPLIMENTS HE’D GIVE (Yes, he’s a tsundere, but the man does have a soft spot): 

 “God, you look beautiful.” 

“I can’t believe I get to see you like this.”

 “With you here, I’m finally havin’ fun.”

 “I’ve actually wanted to do something like this with you for a while now.” 

- Some poses would be pretty normal. You two are sitting on the couch, your hands wrapped around his one arm. His other hand would be running itself through his hair. His eyes would be looking into yours, illuminated by the lights above. 

- As some poses become more close and personal, Mammon would guide you through them. He’d take your hands, kiss them, then gently lead them to wherever the photographer wanted. Between shots, he’d playfully nudge you to keep moods light, or he’d give you a chaste peck if you started to feel shy. He’d keep you comfortable without sacrificing the tension provided by each new pose. 

- He’d sit on the edge of the couch, flashing his watch towards the camera. He’d be wearing a smirk: a smug look for a smug man. You’d be sitting partly behind him. Your arms would be draped over his shoulders, your thighs pressed up against one of his (almost innocently). Your chin would sit on his shoulder, your lips barely grazing his cheek. Mammon’s free hand would be clutching one of your own over his shoulder. 

- One of the more risqué poses would have you sitting in his lap. Your side would be pressed into his chest, giving his lips ample room to rest against your neck. His arms would be wrapped snuggly around your waist, while one of yours would be caught in his hair, your other hand clutching his bicep. You would definitely be able to feel his muscles tense under the soft, thin material of his shirt. Mammon’s eyes would stay glued to your face, even if the photographer wanted you both looking at the camera. 

- To help bolster your confidence, just in case it ever faltered, he’d whisper sweet (and saucy) praises into your ear. Only you could hear them, lest the both of you be embarrassed by anybody eavesdropping. 

“You put every single incubus/succubus to shame.” 

“I’ve never seen anything quite like you.” 

“You look so good, and I just want to show everyone here you’re mine.” 

- He’d also encourage you to move in just a bit closer. 

- Mammon would, without a doubt, also become a flustered mess from time-to-time, but modeling is his element. He’s not about to let you get the best of him here. 

- When you’re both done and ready to go, Mammon would pull you aside and tell you, “Everyone will see you with me on the cover, ya know. That definitely makes you mine.” 

- Of course, the Avatar of Greed knows how much you’re worth.