Leviathan hadn’t expected you to call his dick big, the past comparisons of his hand to yours had given him some thoughts sure, but why would he ever assume anything good about himself ever? He was too busy begging for pictures of your hands holding anyway, something he’d later beat himself up (and off to during desperate times.) over during a shower where his brain would bombard him with every moment that was even slightly embarrassing ever, and there’s lots of those.
He felt like a freak digging lube out of his bed tub sheets, but actual thoughts were long gone now that it allowed him to slide in with ease. Just the tip swallowed by your pussy, swollen clit glistening with slick for him and you were all he could think about. He eases in slowly, unable to look away from the sight of him inching into you. Both his heads feel like they’re going to explode from the rush of excitement and pleasure.
You feel like warm hug. No! So much better than that, better than his fist or any onahole he could waste his money on. Your pussy, so velvety soft and sweet, just like the rest of you welcomes his cock with a heat he’d never felt before. Better than the faint memories of celestial light. No warming lube or shitty body heat he could produce could make a fleshlight feel this good, because nothing could make the sweet noises you do. For him, because of him. A special kind of human warmth, topped off by the way your eyes sparkle under the lights of Henry’s aquarium lights, the way your little nervous, yet eager smile never left your face. The sweetest little call of his name has him wanting to sell his soul to you, he’d pact with you hundred times over if he could.
Your hand taps one of his fists planted next to your head, making him snap up in fear he did something wrong. Your cute face remains happy and smiling up at him though, and then your hand moves his up so you can slide your fingers between his and give a little squeeze. Oh fuck, his hips involuntarily push his dick further into you and fuck! He can’t help it. He squeezes your hand back in a death grip and moans pathetically, burrowing his head into your neck as his body betrays him, and so soon. Hips jolting his as he’s hit with the fastest orgasm he’s had in his demonic life.
Thick, hot cum fills you with each quick thrust as he moans and whines into your skin. He hadn’t even lasted a minute, barely a few thrusts in and he had came inside you, crying out the way he had imagined he’d be making you. You’re so tight and wet around him, slippery now with his cum inside you, and out, dripping down your ass in globs. He shivers at the feel of your hand in his hair, your kind voice in his ear calling his name again.
Fuck fuck fuck!! Just give him a minute, he’s a nasty demon on top of being a gross otaku and you’re his prize he’s worked so hard for, like a gift at the end of a grueling extreme mode bullet hell game. He’ll do anything to keep you here with him and happy. He slowly begins to rock his hips with intentional thrusts this time.
Why were you crying? Why did he have to find you crying? Somebody else would be infinitely better suited to comfort you, though that obvious fact made his stomach churn with envy.
Were you going to stop crying? How could he get you to stop crying? Why'd it have to be him, of all demons, to find you? He'd be better off not knowing this ever happened, oblivious to the fact that you were ever upset to begin with.
Leviathan tried to smile warmly at you as he approached. It looked like a twisted grimace. Too much teeth, not enough genuine emotion. He was clearly out of his element.
"What's... up?" he asked, his voice an octave too high. He realized immediately it was a stupid way to phrase things.
"Levi..." Your voice quivered. It was also higher than usual, and quieter, and sounded like you swallowed a mouthful of rocks.
He was much faster to bridge the gap between you after hearing that. He didn't know why. Leviathan didn't like hearing your voice that way. Couldn't you speak normally?
He extended a hand, the only thing he was able to offer in the moment. You took it and more, stumbling into him and burying a tear-streaked face in his jacket.
"Woah, woah! Okay! You...! Ghh!"
Your hands trembled and your shoulders shook. It was really awkward. Leviathan's fake smile fell away, he was lost and concerned and confused. There was no manual on what to do with a sad human. Demons were usually the ones causing the tears in the first place. There was no good reason to know how to cure them until now.
What would they do in those human anime? Leviathan put a soft hand on your back, slowly, like you would fall apart if he did something wrong.
"Hey, uh, I'm here for you. Okay? Don't cry... Or, maybe do? Let it all out."
You started crying harder. Oh no. Oh damn. That was bad, right? It had to be. He messed up. At this rate, Leviathan was going to stress out and start tearing up himself. He needed a new plan.
He decided you were gonna cry it all out. Leviathan grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into his shoulder. That'd totally make you cry, right? And then the tears would all come out, and then you'd stop crying, and he could go back to playing Mononoke Land without listening to those awful, terribly sad sounds you were making.
Drops of your tears rolled down Leviathan's shirt. He didn't immediately notice the snot mixed in with it, he was too focused on the irregularity of your breath against his shirt and the way you clung to his jacket, fingers intertwined in the hem. Good thing you couldn't see his face. It was as red as yours.
He gave your back another two pats. It just felt like the right thing to do at that moment. Your body shuddered with another large sob and you nuzzled your face against him. Damn. Leviathan thought he really sucked at this.
mammon x mc pregnancy
tw for pregnancy while trans LOL
ao3 version
Robin wanted to scream.
But he lived in an apartment, and absolutely could not scream. Jiggling his leg as he sat on the edge of the bathtub would have to do. It wasn't really helping though, not surrounded by pregnancy tests. How many did a person have to take to be sure, anyway? It had consumed his entire day already. Pissing. Waiting. Drinking water. Waiting. Pissing. Waiting-
Every single one was positive.
He knew he should go to the Human World and get a blood test to really be sure. It would be easy. Just teleport. It wasn't like he lacked money at this point.
(Was it safe to teleport while pregnant?)
But his legs were numb. He wasn't exactly confident in his ability to stand, let alone focus enough to teleport to a clinic and not into the ocean.
Oh fuck.
Oh god.
God— his Father-in-law? What would the cluster of cells in his uterus be? Half demon, half human, a sprinkling of angel?
How the fuck was this possible?! How were humans and demons reproductively compatible?!
Oh, what if they weren't. Maybe this was a horrible abomination that wouldn't grow, develop, survive… or maybe it would grow and grow and tear him about like that freaky baby in Twilight.
Robin fell forward against the toilet and spewed into it.
His stomach flipped and churned even after he stopped vomiting, and his head just kept spinning.
The image of a bloody clawed monster eating its way out of him wouldn't leave his head. Horror had sent ice flooding through his body. He clung to the toilet, legs definitely numb. There was a chain wrapped around his chest, being winched tighter and tighter. Unable to catch a full breath, they came faster and faster, until he was panting like a dog.
He was going crazy. His thoughts were echoing echoing the bathroom walls.
Being alone with them… it was growing unbearable.
Heart clenching, he suddenly needed Mammon to be here an hour ago.
But Mammon was working. He was really committed to his job at the ring. He was so proud of it. Robin was proud of it. Of him.
This wasn't worth pulling him from his job. Risking it. Was it?
After all, this wasn't an emergency. He was just pregnant.
With a shaky hand, Robin flushed the toilet. Stupid Bin. This is definitely an emergency. You're losing your mind. You are pregnant.
Robin pushed himself back so that he could lean against the edge of the tub and fished his phone out of his pocket. The chill of the porcelain seeped through his sweat-soaked shirt. He flicked through his phone until he got to Mammon's number and dialed.
The phone rang rang rang— and stopped. Mammon did not pick up.
Heart sticking in his throat, Robin wanted to scream again and stab a fork into his neck.
But Robin did not do either. He waited a minute and then called again.
Ring
Ring
Ri-
There was a click. "Babe?" Mammon was out of breath, screams almost overpowering his voice, crackling through the speakers. "Hey, what's up?"
The words then got stuck. Robin heard his own wretched breaths, strangled and wheezing. Then he heard the moment Mammon heard them, as plastic creaked faintly through the speakers.
"What's wrong?" Panic tightened his demon's voice. "Are you hurt?!"
"I-" Robin sucked in a sharp gasp. Mammon is working he is so proud of this job this is not— "Come home."
"I'm on my way." Mammon didn't even ask why. "Hold on!"
The call ended and the silence surged in on him. Robin wrapped his arms around his stomach, doubled over, and buried his face into his knees. And he waited.
The front door slammed open, shaking the whole apartment. Robin's head jerked up, eyes flying open as his heartrate spiked. Had he fallen asleep? Fainted? He felt like such shit.
"Babe?! Robin! Where are you?" Mammon yelled.
He didn't have the strength to breathe deep, let alone yell. He's been here before. He remembers: the raw hollow exhaustion, the emptiness, that left him a limp fucking doll all those years ago. This was not good. He was definitely losing his mind. Robin opened his text messages and sends one to Mammon.
Bin: bathrm
Good enough. Sent.
A second later, racing footsteps reverberated through the floor beneath him. Robin set his forehead on his knees again. Mammon was coming, he didn't have to do anything but keep himself together until he got here.
The footsteps slowed and stopped outside the door. "Robin?" Mammon's voice shook, muffled by the wood of the door. "Can I come in?"
It was all Robin could do to keep breathing deeply. The weakness claiming his body extended to his voice. "Please." All he could get out was a whisper.
But demons had excellent senses.
The door creaked open. Robin lifted his face enough to drop his chin onto his knees and watched Mammon step inside with terror painted across his face. So he could see the moment relief washed most of the fear away when his demon's eyes met his.
Mammon could have been at his side in a flash. He was fast. Incredibly fast. But he moved slowly, cautiously, across the bathroom, until he could kneel in front of Robin. His hands settled on Robin's arms, then his shoulders, then cupped his face.
"What happened? What's wrong?" His voice was wrong. Instead of being rough and boisterous, each word trembled with panic.
He should have felt like shit for worrying his husband, but all Robin could feel in this moment was pure relief.
He sighed, turning his face to nuzzle Mammon's palm. "Mammon… you came."
Mammon's eyes widened, the dual hues of sapphire and gold glistened beneath the stark fluorescent lights. Robin could almost forget what planted him on the cold bathroom floor, staring into those eyes.
Then Mammon spoke. "What?! Of course I came, you called me!" He surged forward, drawing Robin into a tight hug. "Talk t'me, baby, what happened to ya?"
Baby. That's what happened to him. Annoyance, or anger, sparked in his chest, and Robin indulged in it simply because it was better than the sick despair in his stomach. He smacked Mammon's side, unable to find any satisfaction in the surprised jump he got in response. "You happened to me! You did this to me!"
Who knew demon cum was so potent?! How had they gotten so unlucky? Mammon rarely fucked him, and only once without a condom!
Well, Robin had been a fool. After a year on hormones and a stopped period, he'd thought the risk was low enough, if it were possible at all. Actually, he hadn't done much thinking at all then…
Mammon stiffened.
Robin dropped his phone so he could grip Mammon's sides and push him back. But the moment he could see Mammon's face, his stricken and terrible expression, he regretted everything. But why should he feel bad? He's the one who got knocked up!
He shifted so he could grip the front of Mammon's shirt. "Look around you!" He growled.
Mammon's brows furrowed. "What?" He didn't break eye contact for a moment, but then he obeyed.
His eyes dropped, then flicked around. As the silence drew on and his frown deepened, Robin grew more agitated.
Robin gave him a little shake. "Do you understand now?"
A shaky breath inflated Mammon's chest. "W-what are these sticks?"
Fuck! Robin growled again and let his head drop forward to thud against Mammon's shoulder.
Mammon shook him in return." Tell me. Talk to me." His voice was now deadly serious.
Robin's jaw worked. The explanation was very simple.
I'm pregnant.
But for whatever reason, they wouldn't come out. His mouth was dry. Even when he tried to swallow, it was uncomfortable and fruitless. Maybe… maybe a euphemism?
I'm with child.
Ew. No.
There's a bun in the oven.
A shudder rippled through his body. Absolutely not. Even more words, and did demons even have that saying?
"Robin." Mammon whispered, gripping him tighter.
Dragging his hand from Mammon's shirt, he dropped it to cover Mammon's and pulled it to press flat against Robin's stomach. His muscles twitched at the contact, from the anxiety, and he began to chew on his bottom lip as he waited for Mammon to get it.
He didn't think Mammon could frown any deeper. It was always a mixture of unnerving and endearing to see Mammon serious. Then all at once his face went slack, expression as close to empty as it got, as he stared at the ground. Robin tried to take a deep breath. This was it. Realization.
"I—" Mammon started, then swallowed hard. "You're… ya haven't just got a stomach bug, do ya?"
Robin rubbed Mammon's chest. "No." He rasped. That flame of irritation was gone.
"Are ya…" His husband started and stopped as if he expected to be cut off.
"Yes."
"Shit." Mammon breathed, eyes falling shut.
"Yeah." Robin nuzzled his chest, maybe a bit too firmly. "Shit."
Mammon tightened his arms around Robin again, pulling him flush against his body. There was no space between them any longer, and Mammon's racing heart reverberated through Robin's body. He was trembling. Shaking, even. Was he scared?
Lots to be scared of.
Robin swallowed and looped his arms around Mammon's neck, shifting so he could bury his nose against Mammon's almost-feverish skin. "Has this ever happened before?"
Mammon scoffed. "A demon knocking up a human?"
Robin rolled his eyes. Tactful as always.
Mammon was quiet for a moment as he thought, then he shrugged. "I haven't heard of it happenin'. But… Satan probably knows. He has to know! He's read so many books!"
"If he knew, wouldn't he have told us it was a possibility ages ago?" Robin's chest was tightening again.
He did not want to be a pioneer in this field!
Mammon rubbed his back and made a gentle hushing sound. "Hey. Breathe, okay? I've got ya."
As soon as it was gone, the anger came back. "What can you do about this, Mammon?" Robin squeezed his eyes shut. "The… baby," he almost choked on the word. "It's inside me. This is on me."
"But I'm right here with you, Robin." Mammon pleaded. "Whatever happens… you won't be alone."
He wasn't getting it. How could he? He was a demon, immortal, powerful. If he were pregnant, what danger would a monstrous spawn baby pose him? But he'd never get pregnant. Because he was… and Robin…
A tsunami of utter wrongness crashed through Robin, strong enough to take his breath away. Suddenly, it didn't matter that his voice had been dropping, and his peach fuzz was growing thicker and darker in patches, and body hair was cropping up in places he'd dreamed of for years. It didn't matter that everyone who loved him saw him as a man, and anyone who dissented had enough sense to keep it to themselves.
Now he was pregnant. Plenty of men in the human world gave birth, and how did the world treat them? Mockery and scorn. Insistence that they were women after all. Only women gave birth.
Robin's eyes ached and itched as tears forced their way past his scrunched shut eyelids.
Was it all for nothing?
Suddenly, he couldn't hold back a sob.
Mammon jolted against him, hands now frantically passing across his back. "Babe? Are you— are you crying?"
That triggered another sob, and Robin couldn't even hold his breath to keep the cascade of sobs and whimpers trapped inside his chest. They were too strong, and now, he was crying like a child himself. Loud and wet, open mouthed against Mammon's collarbone. He shook, almost convulsing from the force of them.
Mammon held him tight. He was speaking, but the words were almost unintelligible. Half formed sentences- platitudes, really- that he jumped between. No doubt as he second-guessed his words. Maybe as he second-guessed himself. Even as he felt he'd lost touch of his own mind, Robin knew Mammon's: I don't know why this is happening, and nothing I'm doing is helping. Maybe if Lucifer were here…all that rubbish. Miserable as he felt, angry as he was for Mammon's part in it, he hated when this insecurity dimmed Mammon's spark. But he couldn't get his mouth to form words, filled as it was with cries.
At last, Mammon's words settled on something Robin could parse out. "It's gonna be okay."
And he just kept repeating it, with each pass of his hand along Robin's spine came the words 'it's gonna be okay.' It was rhythmic and soothing, lulling Robin out of his panicked thoughts and into… some other space. Something quiet and removed from the situation he found himself in.
He didn't know how much time passed when he suddenly snapped back into himself and realized he'd fallen quiet and still, breathing slowly and deeply as he slumped against his husband. His face was still hot and felt puffy now, skin itching from the half-dried tears, snot, and drool covering it. His head was beginning to ache, as was his throat. But his heart was still, at least for the moment.
He'd given an involuntary jerk when he came back, and Mammon shifted against him. He went quiet too, and that's when Robin realized he'd been humming. "Are ya with me, Bin?"
"Mm." Robin grunted, and with great reluctance pulled away from Mammon enough to see his face.
Oh. He wasn't leaning against the bathtub anymore. Mammon must have shifted them, because now his demon was leaning against the wall, and Robin was completely settled in his lap. Well, he wasn't going to complain. Much more comfortable like this.
Mammon's lips were swollen and bitten blood, and he began to chew on them again as his expression crumpled. His hand came up to wipe Robin's face before it spasmed and dropped back to Robin's shoulder. "How're ya feelin'?"
He'd really worried him. Damn it. Robin tried to smile, but Mammon didn't look relieved at all, so it must not have been very convincing. "I'm tired." That was true. "I'm…" He huffed out a breath. If he searched himself to find his emotions, wouldn't they just rush up and overwhelm him again? What would be the point of that? He shook his head.
"Tell me." Mammon whispered, a deep sadness twisting his words and stabbing Robin in the heart.
"What's the point?" He shook his head. "Does it change anything? Does it fix this?"
Mammon's eyes went round. "What is there to fix?" His brows turned up. "We're going to have a family."
Robin scoffed. "Be serious." He gritted his teeth. Mammon's tendency to live in dream-land, to see only the best case scenario until he'd landed face first into the worst, of course it would come out here. Robin had to make him see. "We don't even know if the baby will live. We don't know that it won't kill me."
Easy excuses. And likely, not problems they wouldn't be able to solve. Let alone the magical powers of the brothers combined, with Solomon, Luke, and maybe even Barbatos and Diavolo if the King of Hell were amused enough, could turn the world on its head. Saving the life of a mere human and its baby would be nothing.
Mammon's grip tightened, on the verge of pain. "I'm not letting anything bad happen to you. To either of you." He narrowed his eyes. "You know that. So what's the real problem, here?"
Robin exhaled, aiming the air up to blow a loose curl from where it had fallen onto his face. How could he forget, as well as he knew Mammon's mind, Mammon knew his. "Mammon…"
"Robin." Mammon shook his head. "We swore vows, remember. We're a team. No secrets. You promised to trust and rely on me. Not just with your body, but your heart, and your mind."
Ahhh… he hated that he found Mammon's 'responsible second-eldest' mode so sexy. He melted for it every time. That was how they'd gotten into this mess!
"I can't be pregnant. I can't give birth." He started, and then faltered.
Mammon waited, then sighed, hand sliding down to Robin's hip and massaging the flesh there that had steadily plumped up over the course of their marriage. "Why?" He bit his lip again. "Explain like I'm an idiot, I just wanna understand ya."
Robin's eye twitched. Trying to rile him up huh? Mammon knew he hated it when people called his demon an idiot.
Fine! He'd get riled."Because, Mammon, I can't be a mother!" He hissed, turning his face away, unable to look Mammon in the eye. "I'm not— I'm not a woman. I'm not. But this— I— I can't do it!"
Mammon let out a sharp breath and there was no hesitation before he spoke. "Look at me, Robin." Mammon's voice was hard and unyielding in a way Robin had only heard a handful of times before.
The petty and childish side of him wanted to refuse the command. To keep looking at the floor, even if it was still strewn with evidence of his condition, petulant and pouting about how unfair this all was. How he couldn't handle it. That this couldn't be happening.
But that side of him wasn't the strongest part now. And Mammon really didn't deserve to be treated that way, not when he was trying to help.
Robin took a deep breath and fought his stiff muscles to turn back to his husband.
Mammon's expression wasn't as rigid as his voice implied. He was the picture of concern and pain. But swimming deep in his blue-gold eyes was anger. He reached up and cupped Robin's cheek, thumb swiping away the stubborn streaks of tears and sweat.
Then he took a long, slow breath. "If you don't want this baby, okay. We'll put a stop to this right now." His eyes went big. "But… baby, this doesn't make you a woman. You know that. I know you do. You're still my badass, sexy husband, who fights monsters to protect the Three Realms. Nothing can change that. And if that's what's stopping you… it doesn't have to."
"Really?" He couldn't help his disbelieving huff. "Alright. You don't think it does. You're wonderful. But everyone else…?"
Mammon preened for a moment, unable to help himself to a compliment as always, before snapping back into seriousness. "This isn't the Human World. Demons reproduce all sorts'a ways, and what parts they have don't mean shit." He sniffed, pinching Robin's cheek. "Anyone bats an eye… well, that's cause we don't see pregnant humans here."
"Well." Robin swallowed past a lump in his throat. "Being a strange human is nothing new."
"Exactly." Mammon's answering smile wobbled at the edges. "And anyone gives ya lip, flick yer hand and blow them up."
Robin snorted, head jerking back as he barked out a short laugh.
When he looked back at Mammon, his smile had grown stronger.
Without his notice, relief had again wormed its way into him. "No one will insist I'm a woman?" He was suddenly so exhausted.
"Would the Great Mammon lie to ya?"
"Yes." Robin smiled. "But not about something so serious, I admit." He hurried to finish before he truly offended his love.
Mammon still pouted, though. "Hey."
"Thank you, my sweet." Robin kissed him, thankful Mammon had cleaned the grossness off his face. "I'm… I'll consider it. Really."
"Okay." Mammon was all smiles, so soft and sweet. "Whatever you want, I'm with you all the way."
"But what do you want?" Robin thankfully had the mind to remember to ask. "It's your… your child, too. Our marriage. Not just mine."
Mammon rolled his eyes. "S'your body. If it hurts you, I don't want it."
Robin swallowed, holding back on informing Mammon that pregnancy and childbirth would definitely hurt, and unless there was a magically painless option, terminating a pregnancy would be uncomfortable. But nothing worth having comes without some pain and struggle. Avoiding pain was not going to guide him to the right choice.
"If you don't want the baby, that's one thing." Robin sighed. "But if you do… well, I'm not about to sacrifice myself just for your wants, if you're worried about that. I want to know if you want a baby."
Mammon was quiet for a long moment, hand sliding from his cheek to the side of Robin's neck. His thumb rested lightly on his quickened pulse. Grounding himself, like he'd always done since that horrible misadventure through time. Since Robin died in Mammon's arms.
Mammon's smile grew fragile. "I… I'd be happy… having a kid with you. If it makes you happy, too."
There was a small spark of something deep in Robin's heart. If everything that made pregnancy and childbirth so horrifying were cleared away… what was holding him back? His gender was affirmed. They had access to incredible magic, and the money to pay for incredible health care. And once the news spread, he could already picture how everyone would react. He wouldn't have to lift a finger until the baby was born. Probably even after. His family would be so surprised and excited.
And a baby.
His baby.
Mammon's and his baby.
His heart twisted fiercely and he closed his eyes.
There was time to think. And whatever he chose, he would be okay.
barbatos is scarily good at bottle flipping (like he is with everything else)
luke and barb were baking one day and luke kept trying to do a "bottle flip." barbatos was like '??? what are you trying to accomplish. help me put these mini cakes in the oven.'
but luke was genuinely distraught over it and barbatos absentmindedly flipped the nearest bottle without looking and it landed on the cap. luke now asks barbatos to flip anything that looks even remotely like a bottle to see if he can land it upside down. he does every time
Cw: aphrodisiacs (sorta), Levi luvs pussy, GN reader but pussy/tits mentions, semi-public sex (but no sex), caught at the end…
He was helping you. Or you were helping him- fuck if you remember. All you care about right now is that Leviathan’s flushed face is shining with your slick in the low light of some convenient utility closet at RAD. Something something there was an accident during a potions class, one moment you were desperately flushing your eyes with water from your own bottle because of course, this is a school for demons and why would demons care about lab safety, and the next you’re dragging and gripping at Levi outside the hall. Or maybe he was doing the dragging? What was that potion, did it even affect humans?
You feel a cool sensation up your drenched with sweat back, and it brings you back to the non stop huffs and puffs coming from the demon below you while his cool tail slithers under your shirt. You blink away the blurry image of some sort of chemical cleaner on a shelf in front of you and duck your head back to meet Levi’s eyes. There’s enough light shining through the crack of the door for you to make out his face, and it’s…annoyed looking. Or impatient?
You decide to call it cute, the huge demon that normally towered over you even with his terrible posture now at your knees and begging like a disgruntled dog that had its toy taken. His pouty almost serious silence was broken by his own stuttered plea. “Keep going. MC…please.” His tail slithers further around your torso and one of his hands come up from where it was gripping his knee ( he’d later be grumbling while fixing the holes he’d punctured with his claws.) to gingerly place itself on the side of your thigh.
Your pants and underwear weren’t off, just pushed down some to give enough access to Levi’s head- and mouth- for you to grind on, and maybe it was the tiny lack of skin to skin contact that let him be so bold. Or maybe it was the lack of human pussy slathering his face with potion spiked slick. “Keep going please, don’t you wanna cum? “ he whines and attempts to somehow scooch himself even closer to you. A broom gets tipped in the process, maybe something else falls, but neither of you are paying attention. His eyes flash with that bright orange hue you usually see when he’s about to start a jealous tirade or something. Oh god; you were not in the right mind to calm him down over whatever he was possibly working himself up over right now.
“I was about to make you cum wasn’t I? Dont you want me to make you cum? Is- am in not doing good enough?” The purple veins in his horns glint when they catch the light leaking into the small space when he tilts his head. “You chose me- you were…you looked like you were gonna cry before.". His tongue, the long pinkish purple muscle you’d seen peeks of when he’d lick his lips, flicks out to show off the adorable split ends. The tail wrapped around your waist squeezes in reaction, was he really tasting you in the air? “You’re not thinking of anything else now. Right?” Leviathan mutters lowly, his lips so close to your sensitive pussy you can feel the heat of his breath. You feel his nails poke into your bare cheek, sharper than usual.
This fucking loser had your ass literally in the palm of his hand and was still acting like this. You hate to admit the way he was acting does it for you, so you blame the way your hips twitch and buck into his mouth on the potion. Your throat feels dry, like you haven’t used it in days when you snip at him, bringing one hand braced on the wall behind you to roughly grab a horn and shove his mouth onto your crotch. “Shut up Levi.” He moans into your skin, like he needed to wet slick of your pussy back on his face or he’d get dry mouthed too. You’re about to say something but are interrupted by your own breath catching when you audibly hear Levi take a deep shakey inhale of your pubes, where his nose is nestled. “Levi.” You gape incredulously at him, your head feels so so hot.
“mhhhv” is his muffled response, and you don’t think it means anything until the hand on your butt pushes you forward. You oblige. You roll your hips back, giving you a small glance of his spit and slick covered lips before rolling forward. The way you had to thrust into him, and the obscene wet noises coming from both of you made it feel like you were throat fucking him, Levi sure acted like you were.
Happy, frankly perverted, groans and moans l flow from Levi’s mouth. “You’re making- ghh- more noise than me freak.” That is until you feel something hot a slick prod at your hole. Levi’s eyes go half lidded when your breath gets heavier, his tongue, thick as two of his fingers shoves itself into you. “Yes! Fuck. Fuck yes! Levi holy crap!” Little broken fragments you cry out as his tongue licks and squirms in and out of you. Levi himself is groaning into your mound, pressing his nose into your puffy clit and slithering his tail around a breast to flick at a nipple. You’re extremely glad his hands are on you, without them you’d be writhing on the floor with jelly legs with the amount of Levi you’re being treated to.
You can’t look away even if you wanted to, if you’d close your eyes for too long Levi’s claws would light dig into your ass to snap your attention back to him. Your hands move to his horns, finding it a better position to half drape over him as your hips erratically twitch despite your best attempts to keep cool.
He was really getting into this, like competitive multiplayer limited run profile badge into this, so much so his own hips twitched to give the tent in his pants even a little relief. A large part of him couldn’t believe any of this was happening, not the way HE of all demons was doing something like this in a public place, not the way it was with YOU, and not the way your snippy little comments had turned into rushed babbling and moaning. Little praises mixed in with strained pleas to Father here and there. You tasted so so good, so human, this was the closest things he’s had to it in the last 5 centuries and it was the best he’s ever tasted. And it was all his, in this little closet hiding away from his nosey brothers. The jealousy that would radiate off them if they knew you were letting the wimpy loser eat your cunt…they'd collectively birth a new avatar of envy.
Wherever this wave of ravenous confidence came from Levi chooses to keep riding it, somewhere in the back of his mind even wondering if he could maybe somehow possibly by accident recreate the events that led him to the piece of heaven he’s tongue fucking. With hearts in his eyes he ups the intensity, sucking on your clit and daring to coil his tail further up and around your body. It looks a little funny, the way it warps your clothes from underneath, but the awkward stuffing matters not when he can feel your body shiver when it tenses and rubs against your nipples.
His hard work soon pays off when his angelic little master's moans grow breathier, the grip on his horns tighter. You can only focus on the rising peak of your orgasm, one way more intense than you've felt, it had the same sort of tension you’d feel when you really had to pee. So much so that it has you doubling over and repeating Levi’s name serving both as warning and praise, he can only moan delightedly response, bucking his hard on against your leg as you finally come with a strangled cry. Levi is holding you up fully now as your pussy gushes on his face, he may be out of shape but demon strength is more than enough to handle you.
Not like he minds either, too happy to please his Henry, his master. Getting to feel you cum so hard it soaks the lower half of his face, hear your pants and moans, and relish in the walls of your cunt squeezing around his tongue make it more than worth it. He couldn’t help but imagine how it’d feel to have you cum like this on his dick…the thought so exciting he can feel himself twitch harshly in his boxers, the fabric around his tip dampening with precum.
Levi knows to let up when your death grip on his horns loosens, pulling back from you connected by a line of his spit from his mouth to your cunt before you sag against the wall.
Hollyyyy shit. You squirted on his fucking face. Your whole body trembles as you whimper in the aftermath, you feel like you’re gonna collapse. Your eyes land on him and frantically catch that not only is his mouth and chin soaked, his shirt collar wasn’t spared from a few drops either. He was gonna walk out of here smelling like pussy for sure. Your pussy, and with the way demons have worked in your experience so far everyone and their cursed objects would be able to tell. Fuck you don’t want to imagine the chaos the brothers are gonna create.
“Amazing…so amazing!!” Levi yelps. “Just like this one ah- hentai… the- the main girl she did that too! You came like even more than her.” You feel dizzy, somehow your whole face heats up more than is already has and you press your palms into your eyes. Levi presses his cheek to the front of your cunt and even the soft contact feels like too much. You feel his hard on press into your leg and his blown out eyes meet yours. “Can you do that again?”.
Unbelievable. “ you’re..you’re gonna kill me before your brothers can embarrass me to death.” Speaking of things that get in the way, the loud chiming of the lunch bells ring throughout RADs corridors. You gasp inwardly, remembering where you are- holy shit you were making SO much noise before!- and pat your back pocket for your phone. You left it back in class. You peer down at Levi before shoving your hands into his jacket to snatch his phone, of course he’d have it with him no matter the circumstances. Levi seems to be shocked out of his trance too, but not in enough time to stop you from fishing his phone out. He manages to yelp out a couple “ wait wait! Hooold on?!”, But you’ve already pulled back with it in yours hands.
Instead of being greeted with a ruri Hana or maybe even something from Evil Genesis DEMONGELION ( he’d been super into it lately) lock screen you open it to be lit up by a picture of you. And it’s a good one too, not cropped from another pic or anything, a candid he took while you were busy lounging in his bed. There’s a loud silence when your questioning face meet his, looking like hes gotta shit and puke at the same time. “MCCC-“ you shake your head and cut his yammering out.
Weird picture explanations can be for later. Lucifer’s been blowing up Levi’s phone for 20 minutes. There’s dozens of texts from the group chat asking about you, if you’re okay, Where’d you run off to, are you dead, in a coma? The most recent one on top is-
“Lucifer’s looking for us.”
“Wh-..huh?” Levi’s had been hugging your legs together for comfort. You flip his phone towards him, and his puke-constipation look worsens as he comprehends everything on screen. “What! They- URGH!” Levi shoots up from his squatting position, grabbing his phone from your hands.
Which means your pants and underwear fall to your ankles, a sound of disbelief escapes you. “They always do this!!” Levi’s tail quickly slides its way out of the warm home it made of your body so it can whip around the room and cause more supplies to fall over. You cuss at Levi for pseudo pantsing you and bend to pull it up as his complaints continue. “They’re so annoying! Always getting in my way!” One second he’s a pussy eating fiend and the next hes whining about his brothers. The duality…
Hes still hard, you note from down below, at least enough that there’s still a visible tent to his pants. You wonder if you were to pull them down, would there be any precum staining his boxers? He did look like he was really enjoying himself as he ate you out- even humping your leg like a dog, you might add.
Your perverted wonderings are interrupted by a bright light flooding the small area, a gust of of wind hitting both of you with the force the door had been flung open with. Before you is a wide eyed Lucifer, a look of rare shock at the sight before him: you bent at the waist with your pants half down, facing his younger brother who’s got his phone pointed down towards you and an…obvious erection.
levi fic based off the song “ticket outta loserville” by son of dork pls!!! this song always cracks me up and it just fits him so well
wait this song is literally leviathan LMFAO. sorry this took 2 months. i tried a different pov that i will never be doing again.
What kind of spell did MC cast upon the entire Devildom when they arrived here? Everyone loves them, flocks to them like they're a savior.
Leviathan scoffs as the third demon within the hour approaches MC in class for help. They're a human, what help are they with Devildom Civics? Regardless, they flash that stupid, charming smile and lead them in the right direction. He thinks about feigning arrogance for even a moment of their attention, but chickens out.
Even though they reside under the same roof, Levi finds it hard to have MC to himself. Don't get him wrong, it's not like he's jealous or anything. He's just...curious. They're not like him; they're outgoing and get along with other people easily. They even go to parties with Mammon and Asmodeus. What business do they have with—
“—A total loser!” Mammon caws with laughter, wiping a nonexistent tear from his eye. Leviathan can feel his entire body burning with embarrassment. At least Asmo looks a bit pitiful. “Dude, ya stare at MC all day like some sorta creeper or something! Just ask them out already!”
Levi tugs at the collar of his poorly-worn uniform, pulling it even further away from his collarbone than before. Jeez, these things get more uncomfortable by the day. He scoffs and glances at his younger brother for confirmation. Asmo only shrugs, complacent in the setup of Levi’s downfall.
The possibility of dating MC spikes Levi’s heart rate so fast, he thinks he has to lie down for a moment. He glowers instead, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, “Shut up, Mammon! You just want to see me get humiliated!”
“Weeeell~” Asmo sings, cutting through the bickering, “Ya’know, they've said you're cute before! Why not give it a shot, Levi?”
He grips Levi’s arm, pristine nail polish glistening off the vacant classroom candlelight. His glowing eyes sparkle like the main character of the latest romance anime Levi’s watching. Envy bubbles in his chest, dipping his words in venom. “Easy for you to say! MC and I might as well be living in separate worlds! What would they want with an otaku shut-in like me-”
A familiar pattern of footsteps makes all three demons freeze. Levi’s words echo in the silence, fading out as MC rounds the corner.
“I thought I heard voices. You know it's lunch, right? Are you guys coming to eat?” They smile at their housemates, and Levi wonders if their eyes truly do linger on him, or if Asmo’s words struck a chord of hope (and delusion) in his heart. The action is too quick to tell.
“Mammon and I actually have something to do, so we’ll be going now! Go eat without us, catch you later, hehe!” Asmo instantly springs into action, releasing himself from Levi to grab Mammon and tug him out of the empty classroom before either of them can utter a word. Mammon’s protests echo until there's nothing but silence to accompany the impromptu staring contest. MC shrugs. Weird, but that's the norm for these demons.
Levi follows MC like a puppy to the cafeteria, nearly burning holes in the back of their head. They turn back, immediately making eye contact, and Levi screeches. They laugh as he covers his mouth and slows their pace to walk alongside him.
“What were you talking about with Asmo and Mammon earlier? Do you know where they were going in such a rush?”
“NOIHAVENOCLUE!”
Huh. They shrug, standing closer than Levi has ever let a 2D person get. He tries not to hurl everywhere as they swing their arms and accidentally brush against his hand. Levi’s eyes widen, half expecting MC to scream and run away in terror. When they don’t, a sliver of his confidence returns, and with that comes a tidal wave of hope. Maybe…Asmo was right?
“Uh…Hey, MC…” Levi begins, voice shaking. They slow their walking, eventually coming to a stop in the middle of the hallway to face him. Gods, it killed him whenever they directed all of their attention on him with no hesitation.
Don’t think you’re special, Leviathan. They’re this welcoming with everyone. You’re not an exception.
For once, Levi doesn’t take his own rage bait. He pushes his negative thoughts to the side, awkwardly clearing his throat and avoiding MC’s patient gaze. “I was wondering, um…Would you want to, um, get lunch with me? N-not in the cafeteria. I mean. Like. Us, alone.”
The split second of silence is enough for Levi to regret even breathing near them in the first place. He’s about to say it was a dare from his brothers— technically, it was— and hope they don’t think he’s a complete fucking loser for the rest of their term. By some miracle, MC grins at him.
“A date? I’d like that.”
“Wait, what?”
MC laughs, attempting to hide it behind their hand, “I said I’d like that. You’re cute, Levi. Wanna go to Skull Crepe? We won’t be back by next period, but I’d love some sweets right now.”
“WAIT, WHAT?” Levi covers his face before they can laugh at him again—way to play it cool, Leviathan. He should die right now. He blew his only chance, right after they said yes! If he stays still enough, maybe he’ll turn invisible, and they’ll leave, never to spare a thought of him thereafter. So, why does MC gently pull his hand from his face? With a smile that can heal a thousand planets??? Maybe…maybe Leviathan did die. That has to be it! Leviathan is dead, and this is one final glimpse of paradise before he’s sent to suffer for the rest of eternity.
“Is that a yes?” MC inquires, eyebrow raised like they already know the answer. Leviathan nods slowly, taking frequent glances at their Touching Hands. “Awesome. I’ll lead the way.”
Levi barely manages to stay conscious when MC interlocks their fingers together, lightly tugging him to depart from his spot that he hasn’t moved from since he asked them out.
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Levi doesn’t remember much after that. MC somehow managed to keep a conversation going throughout the whole walk, never letting go of his hand. They didn’t even seem to mind how terribly and utterly horrible Levi was at making conversation, or the fact that they were seen in public holding hands with him.
A few details were clearer at Skull Crepe. Levi and MC sat in a secluded booth across from each other, munching on their respective sweets in between bouts of awkward silence. Maybe it was just awkward for Leviathan. MC didn't flinch back whenever their dangling legs made contact with Levi’s under the booth. It felt like an inside joke. Were they doing that on purpose?
Levi popped out of his shell like a hermit crab when MC mentioned the new Sheeptchi update in a passing comment. He'd never dared to ask them to play together, but this is the perfect chance to slip it in! If they reject him, he can just crawl into a hole and die, no biggie. But they…ACCEPTED? They want to play together? IN HIS ROOM? AFTER THIS DATE?!
Which leads him to right now. Leviathan frantically scans his entire room, profusely apologizing to the figurines he begins to hide away. Only the super important ones are kept out; MC knows what his room looks like, but walking past it and staying in it are two different things! What if they change their mind the moment they start inspecting the sheer amount of merch he has? He can NOT take that chance! This is only temporary— everything will be back to normal soon. MC will realize how much of a loser he is and go running for the hills.
The time comes. MC arrives at Leviathan’s door. He’s sweating bullets, fully expecting them to take two full steps in the room before making up some excuse and running away. It never comes. They compliment his room and wave at the marine animals. How dare they be so precious?! What’s this strange feeling in his chest? A heart attack, perhaps. Too much normie exposure has killed Leviathan. Goodbye, world.
With their charm, MC somehow manages to revive Leviathan and continue their room date. He watches in shock as they slowly scoot closer to him, until the bean bag they’re sitting in is pressed against his. As the game becomes dull, they abandon it to watch some anime, where MC rests their head on his chest. Suddenly, they’re sharing a bean bag, and Leviathan has a warm human in his arms.
He could get used to this.
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Only temporary turns into several weeks. In the midst of the euphoric daze that Levi enters in MC's presence, he manages to ask them out properly. The looks on Mammon and Asmo’s faces when they kissed his cheek in class will sustain him for the rest of his pathetic life. He relishes the envy of everyone at RAD, nearly walking on air from the high. Yup, that’s right! A total bottom-of-the-barrel loser managed to score THE MC! Suck it!
And then he asked MC to hang out, and they were busy.
What do they mean? They’re partners— what’s more important than that? Nothing, right? As Levi’s fingers go numb with anxiety, he tries his best to remind himself that there will be more days to hang out. Even if his stomach is leaden with envy, tomorrow is another day.
He gets blown off again.
And again.
Levi feels like a fucking idiot. He should’ve known this wouldn’t last—who would want to be with him, after all? At first, he truly thought they were busy. The excuses made sense: school work, extracurricular activities. When Mammon told his little brother he'd seen MC chatting it up with another demon, he brushed him off—classic of him to say anything to piss Levi off. He slowly begins to believe him when he’s searching for MC after school to walk home with them, and they’re giggling over something another demon is saying. Strange, he has purple hair like Levi. It takes MC another beat to even notice him, and they’re distracted the whole walk home.
MC slips away like grains of sand between his fingertips. Gone is their doting attention on him; it’s pivoted to another, cooler demon who doesn’t have childish figurines in his room. When MC inevitably breaks it off, Levi’s not surprised. He stares at their back as they awkwardly leave his room, out of the house, to find her other demon.
Levi re-shelves his boxed figurines in silence. He should’ve never taken them down in the first place. Why did he think he would ever find a way out of Loserville?
mammon knows the species of every bird in every realm. he can identify them by something as inconspicuous as their footsteps. replicates every call perfectly. can calculate its weight down to the gram.
It's nice to say "I love you" — Beelzebub likes to tell you that when the two of you are alone — but there's an even better phrase he likes to hear.
You said it to him one random night, very late into the night. He was watching a movie on TV that piqued your interest so you decided to stay. It was long, though. Demons have a different sense of time than humans do. Their movies can go on for hours and hours.
The film was interesting, no doubt about it, but your eyelids grew heavy and you began listing to the side. The spicy chips and savory snacks Beelzebub continued to offer did nothing to ward off exhaustion. His upper arm became your pillow as you sunk back into the couch cushions. At some point you even began snoring. It was hard to hear the movie.
The credits began rolling long past midnight.
Beelzebub whispered, "Hey."
He slightly wiggled his elbow until you raised your face, eyes half-closed. Your cheek was red from being pressed against his bicep, and his arm suddenly felt cold without you on it.
"Want me to carry you back to your room?" he offered. There was nobody with more experience carrying sleeping people than Beelzebub. He was proud of his skills.
You shook your head.
Beelzebub did not want to leave you in the living room. You deserved privacy and a chance to sleep in. He moved his arm again when he felt you slide against him, slumping your shoulder into his side and nuzzling your face back into sleeping position.
Beelzebub made an executive decision. "I'll take you back, let's go."
Part of a chip rolled onto the floor when he stood up. You toppled over onto the open couch seat with a cranky groan but didn't put up a fight when he scooped you into his arms.
"I wanna stay with you," you sighed, reluctant for your journey to the bedroom to end. Your legs dangled over his arm, occasionally bumping into each other. You grabbed the front of his shirt in a weak grip.
Beelzebub eyed you, tired and somewhat delirious in your current state. Defenseless.
"I don't think that's safe," he responded. Strong as you were, you were no match for him if you didn't have the mental clarity to wield your pact magic.
"But you make me feel safe," you replied, letting his shirt fabric fall through your fingers as you brought your hand down.
Beelzebub carried you down the hallway a little further and then slowed to a stop. A flush was spreading across his face. His stomach started doing flips and his muscles tensed.
Here was a demon, a fierce, malevolent entity with misdeeds so vile that history would only preserve them through terrified whispers. In his arms, a human. A being of skin and bones who was fated to last no more than a century. One wrong move in the Devildom and you were done for.
His heart felt like it was melting. The weight of your words was heavier than you were, weighing on his mind like a mountain of sand. Nobody had told him that in a very, very long time. Even for a demon. He made you feel safe. You made him feel a certain way, too. Though he couldn't put it into words as easily as you could.
Beelzebub brought you up higher and nestled you against his chest so he could rest his chin on your head. Your breathing was slow, so you must have dozed off again. Or maybe you were never fully awake to begin with.
He had to get you to bed, to tuck you in and make sure you fell asleep in the privacy of your own room. Beelzebub decided along the way that you might feel safer if he stayed with you. It would be cramped but you would feel warmer, and his body could shield you from nightmares, and he could tell you he loved you first thing in the morning when you woke up. That sounded nice.
levi has a thing for being called senpai and you can’t convince me otherwise. after probably watching a thousand episodes of anime and you bet—hentai—he’s bound to discover that he gets hard at the thought of being called senpai. you won’t really find out about it until much later into your relationship, though.
he invited you to play some 3d fighting game he’s recently gotten into that you have no clue how to play—so obviously you knew from the get go that you were about to get crushed.
the bright idea to call him said nickname came to you when a scene from an anime recommended popped in your head, and as levi was about to hit the large red fight button at the center of the screen, you decided to innocently tease him with a cheeky smile.
go easy on me, senpai.
you’ve never seen his face get redder than it is in that moment. suddenly he’s darted off to the other side if his room trying to desperately recuperate and hide the ever growing boner in his pants, and him stuttering out rushed sentences of “you can’t just call me that!” “you’re not allowed to say that!” “do you even know what you’re saying?!”
now he’s suddenly in his demon form, tail swaying side to side restlessly, levi’s face wearing a frown and something firm and hard poking in his pants.
it all ends up with the game being long forgotten about and discarded. levi’s chest heaving from above as he’s slowly easing into you with an iron tight grip on your waist you’re sure will leave bruises by the time he’s finished, begging for you to call him that again. he just gets so impossibly hard when he hears you calling him senpai.
“c-can you…please call me senpai again.”
even outside his room you’ve started calling him senpai as a joke when no one’s around, which almost always leads to you getting dragged by his tail back to his room and him asking you to call him the nickname in a very different context.
still working on cr au + design for pastelle (kasdeya)... and how she loses her eye in this au🫶
she's the keeper of the Garden where lilith got the celestial fruit from to heal her human love. when lucifer is away his little gaggle of angels follow her around and pester her instead :3 she was the one who originally gave lilith the fruit. so when lilith's punishment is declared, she feels responsible. tries to take the blame. fights in the war and falls with them
Satan wades into what he’ll come to know as the asexual spectrum, brought to you by an ace-spec writer.
Reader is also ace-spec.
Hurt/Comfort
Love and desire were supposed to parallel.
That was what Satan believed for the longest time anyway, and the concept made sense. How could one not be enamored by their significant other, so much so that they want all of them? Every book alluding to love would never say otherwise, but Satan was also aware that every piece of fiction was to be handled with a grain of salt. It was foolhardy to be unable to discern between reality and its truths, from fiction and its endless possibilities.
Still he hung onto that ideal, even when demon culture praised reeling in as many partners and leaving them at your fancy. Even his brothers dabbled in the idea at some points, especially when they became fully established in demon hierarchy.
A lot of humans and lower demons alike threw themselves at the feet of seven thrones, and even if it was just to pass the time, his brothers did entertain a few of them. Yes, even Lucifer, before he ultimately decided it posed far too great a risk to let a stranger be that close to him.
It was another bullet on the existing list of reasons on why Satan felt so different from his family. Yet he remained steadfast, adamant to put his hope on an intimacy born from sentiment and trust.
Then you came along, the sweet little lamb that braved the storm and found him in the eye of it.
How easy you made it for him, to let you integrate yourself into his supposedly mundane routines, and bring unspoken joy just by being… you. It was a phenomenon he had no explanation for, yet it lulled him deeper and deeper in.
Soon, it became vital for your weight to be nearby or against his when he was reading, plus the cats would surely look for you at his every visit. He couldn’t go a day without looking at your eyes anymore and pinpointing the exact hexcodes, time and time again even when he’d already memorized it.
Surely, this was the desire they wrote of… Until that one night when he had to get his nails repainted by Asmo.
“Wait, you two haven’t had sex yet?” His kind-of-younger brother asked, eyes blown wide with his hand halting the home manicure.
Satan frowned. “Is it necessary? You’re the Avatar of Lust between us, not me.” He said.
“Well yeah, but.. It’s a pretty big step in a relationship, ‘Tan. It’s such...” Asmo bursted into giggles, and by the way his lashes started lowering, Satan immediately knew he was entering Avatar state. “An incredible way to show your love, your devotion~… Why wouldn’t you want to show them just how much you want them, so badly~?”
Just as quickly, Asmo regained his composure before the atmosphere got too heady as a response to his power. He went back to painting Satan’s left ring finger like nothing occurred moments ago, all the while the blond was only thankful to be spared of another explicit spiel.
“But anyway, I personally think it’d suck if I couldn’t get that kind of loving~.. I just can’t imagine!” Asmo chirped.
Faced with this, Satan thought back to his mental briefcase of handpicked philosophies he carried with him. Pure bliss came in every moment you and he shared, and he would personally destroy the physics separating you two by even a hairsbreadth. Still.. The ugly seed of doubt was quick to bury itself in his mind and grow faster than his self-assurance.
He reveled in your warmth, but if he couldn’t desire your heat then was even that love… as boundless as he thought it was? Was it limited after all?
No. That can’t be. That can’t be at all.
His turquoise eyes were sharp when they met Asmo’s gaze, though something fractaled within his pupils, an incomprehensible drop of fear.
“… How do you think I should go about asking them..?”
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“Beloved.” Satan hummed in greeting when you passed through his bedroom door for the nth time.
“Tannie,” you chirped and greeted him with a brief kiss.
His eyes softened, watching you navigate his empire state of books with expert ease to plop down on his bed. He remembered how you used to bump towers by accident and grumble about stubbing your foot on some hardcover strewn about. Satan admired your persistence and grew to love it, because then you persisted to make him part of your life.
As you sauntered over to his bed, your eyes landed on the bouquets of roses tied to the headboard, along with some petals scattered about the sheets. If not for the vivid lighting, you’d almost thought you went into Asmo's room by accident.
“Babe?” You piped up. “What’s all this?”
Satan quickly strode over to you, his heart jackhammering his ribs. “I intended for us to do something.. different, instead of our usual book reading session.” As soon as your gaze locked on him, he started feeling like the ground was imminently giving way under him.
His breath hitched, almost skidding to a stammer yet he tried to clamber after his usual poise. “I.. wish to.. Ugh, fuck, make love to you.” His blush only worsened when you giggled at his slip-up.
“But only if you want to.” Satan followed up quickly. “I will not be angry nor upset if you decline, I understand this is a lot to ask and your comfort is of utmost importance to me.”
You shrugged. “Sure.”
His eyes widened. “I… Really?”
“Really.” You smiled a lopsided smile. He then nodded, determined; he’d gotten the most important thing out of the way, which was your consent. Now all he had to do was remember all that he learned moving forward..
He looked to you this time, in the knowledge of the strength to be found in your smile. Satan didn’t want to disappoint you, and he’d rather go through his own Fall than to fall short in loving you. He anchored himself by holding your hand, and if you noticed any tremor along his fingers, you made no mention. His lips stamped his affections on the hills of your knuckles, a prelude to the kiss you were soon to receive on your lips.
Now this felt more natural for Satan. It was your magic, as he often teased you; how you could make him resign to this feeling and then nothing else would matter. He had no thoughts, no words, no grandeur— just you, and everything that meant being you.
He had the wherewithal to remember leading you down onto the mattress, fingers slotting into yours before pressing it firmly into the sheets. Satan was bold, you thought, but… far from natural, no.
The blond grew more willing to lose himself in this trade of kisses, and though his mind was blissfully clear, he was once again awash with apprehensions when he changed his direction. Right, kiss the jaw, then the neck, go lower…
All the while his palm glided up and down your thigh— firm, uncertain and, you didn’t want to admit it but, awkward.
Thoughts swarmed Satan far quicker than he could catch even one. His fingertips waited at the hem of your shorts, the edge of your shirt, trembling while he tried to push himself to move. Ask them if you can, and go for it. It’s simple. So why can’t I..?
Because he felt… nothing. There was no rush like the books said, nor that growing desire to take that Asmo described. Satan wasn’t a stranger to doing things by protocol, by procedure— yet for the first time it felt so horrendously wrong. He didn’t want to do this.
“Tannie?” You called out gently, only to watch his hands retreat back to his body. Satan was unable to look you in the eye.
He shook his head. “I’m.. Forgive me.” He said, his throat tightening. “Forgive me, (Y/N). I can’t.”
Satan normally lost his composure to one quick swipe of his fury, but not like this. It was a kind of shame and dejection that you only ever saw once, and that was when you were accidentally thrown back into the past.
Feelings and thoughts receded like the tides into that ghastly emptiness in his mind, heralding a tsunami of the worst things that was soon to crash down on him. What did he always do? Run.
You quickly got on your feet. “Satan!!” You called, dashing out of his room, startling some of the brothers enough that they peeked out of their doors.
Damn it, demons were fast. It was hard to even tell which direction he went at this point, and you found yourself stuck at the end of the hallway. To your surprise, you found Belphie standing outside the bathroom; by the damp locks on his head, it was safe to assume he’d just finished his bath.
He lifted a finger to the right. “Satan went to the attic. He doesn’t usually go there for anything so.. I assume it’s serious.”
“I don’t even know,” you sighed. “But thanks, Belphs.”
Every step you took contested the thump of your beating heart— both heavy, both loud, both detectable by your lover that he told you “Stop,” before you could even enter the room. Your heart skidded to a stop, only to shatter at the sight; Satan was in his demon form, but there was no crackling air of anger. His magic didn’t seep into his surroundings and threatened to sear you, it was.. mellower, sadder.
His tail, which he kept so firmly wrapped around his leg, had no strength and chose to lie in wait on the wooden floors. The rich aquamarines of his eyes were always so beautiful, cushioning the small peridots, yet you didn’t have the heart to appreciate it like you normally would, when it was only shining due to the glistening sheen of his tears.
With a careful stride, you approached him, and at this point he knew better than to try and stop you. “Satan,” you called out softly, “Talk to me, sweetheart.. What’s wrong?”
“I am,” Satan lamented through gritted teeth, “I told you I would love you with all that I am, I pledged myself to you and I am withholding myself and I don’t.. I don’t understand.”
Your gaze softened. “You were so focused on making sure I was comfortable through all of that, but you didn’t count your comfort.. Oh Tan.”
He kept his eyes downward, like he already lost the honor of even being able to look at you. Yet you gently slipped your hands into his, digits slotting together like pieces of two different puzzles that made one bigger, lovelier picture.
You offered him one of your smiles. “Let’s get comfortable. C’mon, up we go.”
Satan felt out of his element with all the beddings, but you helped him get comfortable. A gentle rub to the base of his horns, your nails grazing on his scalp, it prompted his tail to curl idly on your bicep. It helped him to be able to hold you in any capacity. You baffled him too, always with your kindness when he wasn’t deserving of it. He had a litany of reasons to present to you and here you were still.
Satan meekly raised his head towards you. “I failed you. I’m so sorry.”
Your heart broke at that. “No, Tannie,” you shook your head. “You have nothing to apologize for.”
“You deserve that form of intimacy, that pleasure. I want nothing more than to love you in ways I can’t count..” The blond lamented. “And I hate that I can’t even get past this one. This.. one thing that’s so basic.”
“Tannie,” you started again, beckoning him to look at you when you cupped his hands with yours, “I wouldn’t love you less if we didn’t have sex, or if we never did at all.”
“But I feel like I’m falling short as your partner to be so.. incapable of that particular desire.” Satan argued.
“Well.. I don’t desire you like that either. But we never had to just to love.”
He snapped his head towards you, aquamarine eyes growing by the second. It felt like something he should take offense at, but he didn’t. There was no rising anger, only a sense of peace that settled with the realization that he wasn’t alone.
“We don’t? I don’t?” He asked, eyes wide and voice painfully hushed by his own disbelief.
“Yeah.. And there’s nothing wrong with us.” You affirmed, eyes crinkling softly to your smile. “The worlds are big enough for all kinds of people. Don’t you think..?”
A tear slid from his lashes, and landed in your palm; then another, until his body heaved to a full sob. He didn’t resist when you threw your arms around him. That same familiar air of comfort— a concoction of your warmth and your scent— it lulled Satan with so little effort that he was burrowing into your collarbone in no time. All his apprehensions slowly released its hold on him, and at last he could breathe easier again.
“How do you do that?” He asked, voice barely a whisper. “Making everything right again? Knowing what to say every time?”
You smiled. “Well.. For others, the highest form of love is protecting one’s solitude.”
And oh how he fell in love with you again, then and there. “Letters to a Young Poet.” He smiled. “I love you.. You’re wonderful. I am so enamored by everything you are.”
“And I love you,” You returned his smile, “With or without your clothes.”
“Dork.”
You grinned, but only for a moment before your face mellowed into that nice tandem of gentle seriousness. “But on a serious note, Tan..” You said. “Promise me you’ll tell me when you’re uncomfortable about doing anything with me.. Okay?”
Satan couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt for omitting in the first place, but he nodded. “I swear.”
You nuzzled your nose into Satan’s, summoning bashful little laughs as the tip burrowed into his smiling cheeks. Little by little, his horns disappeared and his tail receded.
“Permission to kiss?” You asked.
“Granted. Always granted.” Satan chuckled and lifted his head. That fanged smile found your own, soft and slow that lulled you to that thoughtless peace. It was a two-way blessing after all.
Sometime after you gave the attic back to Belphie, you took the chance to tell Satan all about the concept of asexuality and the spectrum that it was. Satan being Satan, it became the new topic of his research over the usual curses or detective novel.
There was no clear-cut way to be, he realized. The concept of attraction and action was a conundrum to him for the moment, but he was learning as best as he could. As his eyes continued to scan various texts and articles, some things caught his eye.
Attraction isn’t necessary, but people can just make love for the sake of enjoying intimacy..?
Attraction can be sporadic but rare?
Some never experience attraction unless faced with closer associates?
It may require certain conditions that vary from person to person?
He looked over at your sleeping figure on his bed, with your cat pajamas on and shamelessly donning a large band shirt you copped from his closet. Satan was certain he held no desire that mirrored that of Asmo’s, but the thought of sharing such closeness, to do so with the intent to be intimate..
