Currently brainrotting so here's my take on how the older demon brothers would react to you holding up a spoon or utensil of sorts to feed them <3 (Part II)
Lucifer | Mammon | | Leviathan (separately)
c/w: gn! pronouns, lighthearted fluff
word count: around .3k words each
Lucifer 💙
In a particularly good mood, you decide to make lunch for everyone in the house just as a sweet gesture. You're completely stuck in your own world—slaving over the stove as you alternate between cutting up vegetables and mixing ingredients, swaying to whatever your playlist shuffles to when suddenly you hear the distinct clack of loafers. Standing by the kitchen entrance, Lucifer gives you a nod of courtesy before making his way to you. His eyes squint just a little bit as if to judge you before he asks what it is you're doing. After explaining, you turn to him with a sweet smile. Grinning, you hold the wooden spoon closer to his lips, your eyes gleaming with mischief. 'C’mon, say ahhh~' you coax, your honeyed voice wrapping around him like a spell, catching him completely off guard.
✿ He's the avatar of pride so at first he just stares at you, are you questioning his ability to feed himself, is that it? Eventually he overcomes the initial wave of hesitation and clears his throat as if trying to act casual.
✿ He leans in stiffly. Perfect posture. Jaw set. Opens his mouth like a man facing battle (kinda dramatic if you ask me)
✿ As soon as he gets a taste of what you're making, his eyes narrow, trying to assess the situation. It’s good, it’s really good.
“Did Barbatos help you with this?” He tries very hard to just brush you off but his jaw clenches like he’s holding back a sigh. But really, it’s because his heart is doing cartwheels. "Nope! Just me" The corners of his mouth threaten a smile as he feels a sense of admiration for you. "Hmm, I suppose it's not bad" He's lying through his teeth "I would mind tasting your food again, y/n." (Yeh no bro is not slick). Finally, he walks off as casually as he can but you bet your ass he’s smirking the whole way out.
Mammon 💛
The two of you are walking around an amusement park when you spot a stall selling your favorite food. Without saying anything, you careen towards the counter, eyes excitedly looking through the menu they have laid out. When you finally decide on what to have and order, Mammon is trailing behind you, scolding you for just running off without him (Tsundere in his natural habitat). The distinct sound of his voice combined with the squeak of his designer sneakers and the jingle of the keychain that hung on his belt loop registers in your mind immediately and you turn to him with a soft smile. Gesturing for him to stand beside you while you wait, he reluctantly closes the gap between the two of you muttering a string of completely disingenuous complaints under his breath. Once your order's ready, you grab it from the pickup window and spear a piece with the flimsy little toothpick it came with. Grinning, you hold it up and wave it playfully in front of him like a tiny airplane. 'Open up—ahhh~' you tease, drawing out the sound as you guide it toward his mouth.
✿ He freaks out the second you say, “Ahhh.” his neck is colored with a deep shade of red as he tries to formulate a response.
✿ “W-WAIT! You’re doin’ that? You’re seriously tryna feed me like a baby chick?! The Great Mammon can feed himself just fine!”
✿ Still opens his mouth.
"It ain't bad I guess, ya have good taste." He's actively looking away from you the whole time he's talking. "Yeh? It's my favorite!" You say, acting completely oblivious to his flustered state. "Hey! Yer not saying that to tease me are ya!?" He's even more of a mess than he was before but you don't miss the glint in his eyes when you pick up another piece. He stares into your soul expectantly and of course you give in but not before taking the opportunity to tease him once more as you mimic train sounds before feeding him again.
Leviathan 🧡
The two of you are laying comfortably on the floor of his room, up past an unreasonable hour. Lost in whatever series you decided to binge this time—you both are focused on the screen when you suddenly develop a hankering for a snack. Luckily, you still have snacks strewn around the room from your earlier gaming session so you grab something close to you and open it as quietly as you can. Despite your efforts, Levi still notices and casts a quick glance your way—just enough for you to catch it. That’s when a bold little idea sparks in your mind: it’s the perfect moment to fluster the poor demon. (I would too). Smiling to yourself, you inch closer to him, taking note of how his eyebrows knit ever so slightly, hands previously on his side recoiling as a deep blush spreads across his face. He braces himself for the worst as you bring the snack to his lips, gently tapping against them with playful insistence. "Say ahhh~," you coo, a mischievous glint in your eye.
✿ "I—uh—wh-what—me? You mean—you mean like—like in Love Legend Arcadia Episode 26??"
✿ Do you have any idea what you just did to him? He's currently short-circuiting from the inside out, stammering for words to say before he just covers his face.
✿ Lets out a small sound of surprise when you actually successfully feed him.
"Am I dreaming? I'm dreaming right?" You have to convince him repeatedly that he's not and once he accepts it he looks at you with hearts in his eyes as he gently tugs at the neckline of his jacket to hide the still apparent blush on his face. "Are you okay?" There's a tinge of genuine concern as you tilt your head towards him. "I'M BETTER THAN OKAY- I-I mean yes, I'm alright" He tries his best to maintain his composure for the rest of the night but as soon as you leave his room, he's face down in his bathtub mumbling about how he was blessed by your simple gesture. Downloads a custom dating sim where the love interest does similar things. Names them after you.
I literally have a draft almost finished but now I can't stop thinking of these four (Lucifer, Mammon, Diavolo, and Satan) in a married AU where before bed they would have their baby on their chest, having a full blown conversation with them about how long you're taking to get ready for bed like, “…Yes, I know. Your parent is astonishing. Efficient. Graceful. Highly skilled at... maintaining their beauty. But their evening routine has now entered its 23rd minute. We’ve been abandoned, my child. Cast aside in the name of serums-” THINK ABOUT IT
Beel's phone rings during a very compromising moment but instead of stopping you decide to have a little bit of fun with him still on the phone <3 (THIS IS NOT THE USUAL STUFF I WRITE I'M SORRY IF ITS A BIT TAME I'm warming myself up mwahahhahahaha)
Beelzebub x Reader
c/w: gn! pronouns used, 18+ content, mdni
word count: around 1k words
Curled up on your bed, you sat nestled in his lap, the slow rise and fall of his chest a steady rhythm beneath you. The flickering light from the screen painted soft shadows across the room, casting warm hues over tangled blankets and half-eaten snacks. Your hand reached lazily into the oversized bowl of popcorn beside you, fingers brushing his now and then. But as the minutes stretched and the plot of whatever you were watching faded into background noise, your attention drifted away from the screen, and entirely toward him, the demon whose lap you’d occupied for the past two hours hadn’t moved much. So with a small, deliberate sigh, you shift slightly above him, causing him to adjust, instead you steady the two of you with a soft hand to his chest. Eyes locked onto his, you trail your hand down up chest until they're swung behind his neck.
Your perfume hangs thick in the warm, heavy air, mixing with the subtle musk of skin and breath. You’re straddling him now, slow and deliberate, feeling the heat of his body press up against yours. His chest rises and falls beneath your hands, one arm loosely wrapped around your waist, holding you close like he never wants to let go. His other hand grips the sheets so tight you can see the tension in his knuckles.
He's lying on his back, his body above his hips bare and flushed with a soft dusty pink that covers his broad frame. Despite the position you're in, Beel remains relatively quiet, letting out small grunts occasionally. Not because he doesn’t feel; if anything, he feels too much. It pours out of him in the way he looks at you, the way his hands roam over your body with trembling reverence, like you’re something sacred and breakable all at once. His lips part, breathless. “MC…”
His voice is raw, a needy tone enveloping each word. Like he doesn’t know how to ask you not to stop, so he pleads in other ways. His eyes, the soft, bitten-off noises in the back of his throat every time you grind down just a little slower, a little deeper. It makes you pity him enough to lean down to kiss him when—
VRR VRR VRR
His phone on the nightstand buzzes, Beel flinches, blinking hard. His body stills under you like someone just pulled him from a dream but, you don't stop. You shift your hips in a slow, downward drag, making him gasp—low and choked.
The caller ID glows familiarly, Barbatos.
His eyes dart towards the screen, “…It might be important,” he murmurs, voice thick with conflict, breath catching as you drag your hand painfully slowly to the belt of his pants. Toying with the buckle, threatening to pull them off. You sigh through your nose. “He doesn’t usually call unless it is.” Beel bites the inside of his cheek. “Then… should we stop?”
But you're already halfway through undoing his belt, sneaking the leather under the worn loops of his pants. Throwing them onto the side, you reach for the hem of your own shirt. Pulling it off cleanly over your head, you flash him a sinister smile as you move to grab the phone from his hands, your lips brushing his ear.
“Put it on speaker.” Beel’s entire body stiffens. “W-What?! MC—I can’t—!” Your hips shift, slow and sure, pulling a strained moan from his throat. He grips the phone from your hand like it’s going to shatter in his hand. “Answer it,” you whisper. “Please?.” He fumbles. His thumb shakes over the screen before the call connects. “Y-Yeah, it's me. Hello?”
Barbatos’s voice floats calmly into the room, unfazed as always. “Beelzebub. I’m confirming the final orders for tomorrow’s event. Lord Diavolo would like your approval before proceeding.”
Ever the minx you are, you drag your nails lightly down Beel’s chest, watching the way his breath stutters, the way his thighs tense under you. He tries to sit up straighter, to compose himself. Fails, miserably so. “Y-Yes. I’ll—I’ll check them tonight,” he manages, voice strained.
Barbatos continues smoothly. “Excellent. Please also inform Lucifer once you've reviewed the details. He mentioned a last-minute concern regarding the dessert spread.”
Beel’s holding onto the phone like it’s the only thing keeping him tethered. But his other hand, his very free, very big hand—you’ve already taken, intertwining your fingers together. You guide it slowly, deliberately, up your thigh and over your stomach until it rests against your chest. He freezes, his lips part, his eyes fly to yours, wide and panicked "MC-"
“Shh,” you whisper. “Just listen, I need your hand right now.” And with that voice? How could he possibly say no? He lets up, surrendering his hand to you. His fingers flex instinctively, palm covering you, thumb brushing over skin he knows by heart but somehow never gets used to. He groans, quietly, low in his throat, biting it back almost immediately.
All the while Barbatos continues to drone on, “The feast has also been moved one hour earlier. We hope this still works with your schedule.” Beel barely hears him. “I—I think so—yeah,” he stammers. “Just need to—check the catering list—”
You tilt your hips just a little, just enough to press him deeper inside you. The sharp gasp that tears from his throat is barely muffled by the back of his hand.
Barbatos pauses. “Are you training? You sound… winded.”
You lean in again, lips grazing the shell of his ear. “You’re doing so well, sweets,” you whisper. “Just a little longer.” He lets out the softest, most broken sound and nods. You guide his thumb in a slow, teasing circle, your fingers laced with his. He grips you tighter, his eyes growing heavier.
“Y-Yeah. Core. Training. Really intense…” there's a beat of silence before Barbatos can reply "Do hydrate." In the dryest tone. The call finally ends with Beel dropping the phone with much conviction. You trail kisses along his jaw, then pause at the corner of his mouth. “…You’re evil,” he mutters, voice hoarse. In that same teasing grin, you reply "Well... You never stopped me~"
He groans, hands covering his face, even redder than before. You wonder when you'll be able to interrupt another one of his phone calls with your own plans.
I don't know, I'm in my feelings right now so here's a short ranking of who among the brothers + the dateables would be the least to most likely be open to the concept of forever with you:) Lmk if you like the idea I kinda wanna write a longer fic about it mwahahhahahaha, also! If you disagree w my rankings, it's just my take, you're free to rank them however you see fit <3
The brothers + Dateables
c/w: gn! pronouns used, none
word count: like 70 words each lol
11. Belphegor
He loves you, deeply. But forever? He’s cautious, he knows what eternity feels like, and after everything with Lilith, he doesn't immediately jump to forever. If MC proves to be a constant comfort, someone he can dream beside without fear—he’ll come around. But he’s hesitant first.
“You’d want to be stuck with a sleepy cow demon like me forever? That’s a long time, you know...”
10. Solomon
Kinda unexpected from a person who's lived for centuries but it is for that exact reason that he'd be uncertain. He knows what forever feels like and it’s not always kind. He’s seen love fade, promises break. But MC makes him hope again. The skepticism isn't because he doesn’t want them, but rather he worries he’ll lose them to time. When he finally caves, it’s with trembling honesty.
“Eternity… hasn’t been kind to me. But if it’s with you? I think I could learn to love it again.”
9. Mammon
Mammon is ride-or-die. He wouldn’t say it first—but he’d mean it more than anyone. He’ll fight for their affection every day, terrified they'll find someone better. When they call him their favorite, his heart practically stops. That’s when he starts planning the rest of his life around them, without telling them outright. He wants forever badly, but it scares the hell out of him. He won’t ask for it until he’s absolutely sure they won’t leave.
“Ya really want me around forever? Seriously? Well, duh—who doesn't want to spend forever with The Great Mammon! You better not be joking ‘cause I ain’t ever leavin’, not in a thousand years.”
8. Leviathan
Surprisingly high. Once he loves, he loves hard. He doesn’t believe he deserves someone like MC, but if they choose him again and again? He’ll devote his whole eternity to them. He’s terrified, but he wants it. His "forever" just sounds like building Legos, watching anime, and holding your hand during boss fights.
“If you really- really meant it, I’d—yeah. I’d want to stay. Until the last save point.”
7. Simeon
Hear me out—he wants to love forever, but he’s scared of the pain it might bring. Still, he believes in love, deeply. With MC, it’s gentle warmth, shared stories, laughter over tea. If they asked him to stay, he’d fall to Earth, The Devildom, or anywhere, just to be near them.
“If eternity means hearing your laughter every day… then I would give up Heaven for it in a heartbeat.”
6. Satan
Satan is both romantic and pragmatic. He’s aware of the risks of forever, but he’s fascinated by the way MC makes the days feel different. Eternity is long, but if he can laugh with them, debate them, and read beside them for all of it? He’s in.
“I never thought I’d want to stay in one story forever. But you keep changing the plot.”
5. Asmodeus
I already know what some of you are thinking because most think he’s flighty, but after everything that happened—Asmo craves deep, everlasting connection. If MC shows they see more than just his beauty, and love him as he is? He’ll hold their hand through the centuries, making sure they always feels desired, adored, and treasured.
“You’ll still think I’m beautiful when we’ve watched the stars burn out, right? Good. Then I’m yours.”
4. Lucifer
He understands the weight of eternity. Lucifer will consider the practicalities of binding his fate to theirs, but once he lets his heart lead? He’s certain. He doesn’t love lightly, and if he chooses forever, he’ll mean it. But he might hide how badly he wants it at first.
“Do you understand what eternity means, MC? Perfect, then you understand why I’d still choose you.”
3. Barbatos
I always think of that one line from nightbringer. Time has never surprised him, until MC. They're unpredictable, joyful, and they make his centuries-old heart ache in a way he thought impossible. Barbatos would already have seen a future with them in it—but he’d choose it every time.
“I’ve seen many possible endings, but none compare to a future where you are by my side.”
2. Beelzebub
Beel would never say it first, but he’s the most steadfast. If MC loves him back, that’s it. He’s theirs. He doesn’t need flowery promises—he shows it in actions, in quiet meals, in always being their shield. Forever with them? It’s natural to him.
“I don’t know what forever looks like... But if you’re there, I’ll be happy. I promise.”
1. Diavolo
Forever is a promise he was born to make. He’s been alone too long, but MC's joy brings color back to his world. The second they smile at him like he’s home, it’s over. He’s ready to build a world with them. One they rule beside him—not behind him.
“Forever? MC, I was hoping you’d say that. I’ve already started dreaming of our centuries together."
A continuation (the first part) of how the demon brothers would react to you feeding them, this time focusing on the younger ones <3
Satan | Asmodeus | Beelzebub | Belphegor (separately)
cw: gn! pronouns, nothing just fluff :)
word count: around.4k words each (a bit longer at beel's part)
Satan 💚
You're lounging on opposite sides of the library, engrossed in your respective books. You let the comfortable silence bloom between you, savoring the way the candlelight dances across your shadows, casting flickers of gold and warmth against walls lined with books and beloved trinkets, each one holding a story of its own. All of this is ruined when your stomach lets out a quiet rumble, that's when it dawns on you that you haven't eaten anything all day. Determined to fix the oversight, you quickly excuse yourself and hurry to your room, footsteps light but hurried. As you pass Satan, he casts you a curious glance, brows quirked, book momentarily forgotten, but you’re already halfway down the hall. A few moments later, you return, arms full with a small assortment of snacks, carefully balanced and clearly chosen with care. You settle beside him once more, your expression softened with quiet concern as you realize that he must've not eaten much today too. You sift through the pile as quietly as you can, selecting something simple and familiar before gently unwrapping it. With a tender smile, you turn to him, hand lifting the bite-sized snack toward his lips. “Ahhh~” you coo sweetly, voice playful but laced with a genuine warmth that makes it impossible to ignore.
✿ His brain short-circuits. For a moment, Satan just stares at you. His head tilts a fraction, expression unreadable.
✿ “...You’re joking,” he mutters, but his voice is soft, almost uncertain. The way you’re smiling, like this is all perfectly natural—makes something in his chest twist. He hesitates, internationally though, he's panicking (Guys he's so similar to Lucifer).
✿ He's read about this trope a million times before, he shouldn't be flustered yet here he is, a complete mess. Why is my heart beating faster—? You really are an enigma, aren't you?
"I suppose it would be rude to decline." He's looking away from you the whole time, trying to hide the furious blush creeping up his pale skin. He leans in, slowly, as if moving any faster would scare you away. His lips brush the snack you’re offering, and as he takes the bite, he makes sure not to meet your gaze. "How was that?" You ask earnestly, "it was alright, thank you." you let out a muffled laugh, "Stiff much?" he takes his book and throws it playfully in your direction, muttering a string of false threats as he does. You're not getting away with this.
Asmodeus 🩷
The two of you are sprawled out comfortably on his bed. Dawning ridiculously extravagant robes lined with the softest fur grimm can buy. There's soft spa music playing in the background, the room was thick with the scent of honeyed roses, sandalwood, and something distinctly effervescent. The two of you are chattering about the latest gossip in Devildom, when you start to feel hungry. Seeing this, Asmo props himself up on his forearms, eyes gleaming with their usual mix of curiosity and affection. With a soft hum, he reaches over to his ornate bedside table and picks up a small bowl of snacks, the bowl itself is made of shimmering sea glass with a delicate pattern. Gently, he slides it your way without a word, the soft rustle of fabric the only sound in the room. You offer him a quiet smile in return, the kind that feels warm and grateful without needing to say much. With a lazy sort of ease, you pluck one of the snacks from the bowl, then pause—without thinking twice, you hold it up to his lips and sing softly, "Say ahhh~" you finish, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
✿ To no one's surprise, Asmo blinks, once, twice as a small grin starts to spread across his face (And the audience is... Not surprised)
✿ He looks at you again, analyzing your expression, before tilting his head back slightly, lashes fluttering, lips parting as if you’d just given him a stage cue.
✿ Aren't you just the cutest? He thinks to himself as he leans in impossibly closer, practically breathing in your space.
“Well,” he purrs, his voice low and flirtatious, “if you insist.” He leans forward and takes the bite, eyes never leaving yours as if making sure the moment lasts long enough for both of you to remember. "Delicious" he whispers in a sultry voice, "Though, I think it tasted better coming from you~" that minx you think to yourself. You roll your eyes, but your heart flutters anyway, “Careful,” you warn playfully, "Keep talking like that and I might have to start handfeeding you everything." he fawns at that and starts fanning himself. "Darling, if this is your way of pampering me, I am very ready to be spoiled rotten" and just like that, you've trapped yourself in a cage of your own making, not that you mind of course.
Beelzebub ❤️
Somehow—after a casual conversation that turned into a challenge—you found yourself in the Devildom gym with Beelzebub, under the loosely defined role of his "spotter." In truth, you just wanted to spend time with him. And really, what better way to do that than cheering him on while he went through rep after rep with ease only someone like Beel could manage? The air was thick with the familiar blend of deodorant spray, protein powder, and faint traces of electrolyte drinks, overhead, the cool fluorescent lighting bathed the space in a glow that made the sheen of sweat on Beel's forehead gleam, catching on his skin like dew on polished stone statues. You sat comfortably against one of the padded benches, noticing the way his arms would flex and how his broad shoulders moved with each rep. Somewhere in the middle of admiring the view, your stomach gave a soft grumble. Eyeing the vending machine across the gym, you get up abruptly, causing Beel to scrunch his brows in worry, as he trails behind you like a lost puppy. You make your way to the vending machine, punching in a rhythmic combination of letters and numbers right as you hear the distinct thump of your snack dropping into the slot. You kneel down to grab it only to jump back slightly when you see Beelzebub standing behind you, concern written all over his face, you huff before explaining why you're there. He lets out a sigh of relief while eyeing the snack in your hand—you chuckle lightly, before opening it and lifting a piece up to his mouth, gently pressing against his lips as you coo "Here, ahhh~", your voice dipped in that saccharine sweetness you know drives him absolutely crazy.
✿ For once, he doesn't immediately crane his neck down to grab a bite, instead, he hesitates for just a bit.
✿ A small pink blush spreads across his cheeks, as he clears his throat.
✿ "Sorry, I'm a little breathless." Breathless? you? You think to yourself, looking straight past his flimsy excuse.
His lips close around your fingers for the briefest second before you pull away, and something in his gaze shifts—darker, more focused. He chews slowly before thoughtfully swallowing, a rare deviation from his more common mannerisms. “It’s good,” he murmurs, but it’s quiet, almost like he's searching your face for some sort of reaction. His eyes drop to your hand, then trail up the line of your wrist, your arm, your shoulders. When they finally land on your face again, he looks… full. Not just with food, but with something warmer, heavier. You flash him a bright little smile, brushing your hands together, "Oh yeah?", your voice far too innocent to be genuine. “Feed me like that again. I didn’t realize how much I liked it until just now.”, you let out a small giggle from his blunt request, eagerly nodding.
Belphegor 💜
The room is quiet except for the measured breaths of the demon curled comfortably on your lap. You’re curled up on the plush bed tucked away in the attic, your back resting against a stack of soft pillows that smell faintly like Belphie. A thick blanket, one he draped over the two of you without a word, lies comfortably across your legs, its warmth a quiet contrast to the attic’s cool air. You don't quite remember how you ended up here but you don't or rather can't dwell on it for too long when the moonlight spills in through the cracked window, casting a gentle glow over the room, silver and soft, like it’s cradling everything into sleep. Despite this serenity, you can't fight the growing feeling of hunger, slowly overwhelming you. Reluctantly, you shift slightly, causing Belphie to stir lightly in his sleep before you guide his head from your lap and onto the bed. You tiptoe quietly, making sure not to wake him, before opening a drawer nearby and grabbing a bag of snacks. You settle back down, maintaining silence as you slowly open the bag, the sound; however, is still loud enough to earn you a disingenuous grunt from the Avatar of Sloth. Humming to yourself, you brush a stray strand of hair from his face, before grabbing a piece, you let out a teasing “Say ahhh~”, smile curling like warm honey, eyes gleaming with mischief as you nudge the snack gently against his lips.
✿ He blinks awake slowly, groggy as always, the blanket slipping off his shoulder.
✿ His lips twitch into a barely-there smirk. "Really?" he mumbles, voice rough with sleep. "You're feeding me now?" (WHAT A BRAT)
✿ His eyebrows knit ever so slightly and his eyes narrow, trying to read your expression as you hold back a smile.
“Mmh,” he hums, eyes sliding half-closed again. “Tastes better coming from you.” you let out a huff, rolling your eyes though he doesn't miss the smile plastered on your pretty face. You know he’s got that quiet charm buried beneath layers of sleep and snark, and right now it’s slipping out like morning sunlight over his lazy grin. "You know, you're pretty cute for someone who doesn't like getting woken up during naps." you snort, earning a grumble from the still sleepy demon. He leans closer, the tip of his nose brushing yours like a sleepy challenge. "Who knows, I might actually like you." he retorts. You laugh, shoving the next snack between his lips before he can say anything more dangerous.
Currently brainrotting so here's my take on how the older demon brothers would react to you holding up a spoon or utensil of sorts to feed them <3 (Part II)
Lucifer | Mammon | | Leviathan (separately)
c/w: gn! pronouns, lighthearted fluff
word count: around .3k words each
Lucifer 💙
In a particularly good mood, you decide to make lunch for everyone in the house just as a sweet gesture. You're completely stuck in your own world—slaving over the stove as you alternate between cutting up vegetables and mixing ingredients, swaying to whatever your playlist shuffles to when suddenly you hear the distinct clack of loafers. Standing by the kitchen entrance, Lucifer gives you a nod of courtesy before making his way to you. His eyes squint just a little bit as if to judge you before he asks what it is you're doing. After explaining, you turn to him with a sweet smile. Grinning, you hold the wooden spoon closer to his lips, your eyes gleaming with mischief. 'C’mon, say ahhh~' you coax, your honeyed voice wrapping around him like a spell, catching him completely off guard.
✿ He's the avatar of pride so at first he just stares at you, are you questioning his ability to feed himself, is that it? Eventually he overcomes the initial wave of hesitation and clears his throat as if trying to act casual.
✿ He leans in stiffly. Perfect posture. Jaw set. Opens his mouth like a man facing battle (kinda dramatic if you ask me)
✿ As soon as he gets a taste of what you're making, his eyes narrow, trying to assess the situation. It’s good, it’s really good.
“Did Barbatos help you with this?” He tries very hard to just brush you off but his jaw clenches like he’s holding back a sigh. But really, it’s because his heart is doing cartwheels. "Nope! Just me" The corners of his mouth threaten a smile as he feels a sense of admiration for you. "Hmm, I suppose it's not bad" He's lying through his teeth "I would mind tasting your food again, y/n." (Yeh no bro is not slick). Finally, he walks off as casually as he can but you bet your ass he’s smirking the whole way out.
Mammon 💛
The two of you are walking around an amusement park when you spot a stall selling your favorite food. Without saying anything, you careen towards the counter, eyes excitedly looking through the menu they have laid out. When you finally decide on what to have and order, Mammon is trailing behind you, scolding you for just running off without him (Tsundere in his natural habitat). The distinct sound of his voice combined with the squeak of his designer sneakers and the jingle of the keychain that hung on his belt loop registers in your mind immediately and you turn to him with a soft smile. Gesturing for him to stand beside you while you wait, he reluctantly closes the gap between the two of you muttering a string of completely disingenuous complaints under his breath. Once your order's ready, you grab it from the pickup window and spear a piece with the flimsy little toothpick it came with. Grinning, you hold it up and wave it playfully in front of him like a tiny airplane. 'Open up—ahhh~' you tease, drawing out the sound as you guide it toward his mouth.
✿ He freaks out the second you say, “Ahhh.” his neck is colored with a deep shade of red as he tries to formulate a response.
✿ “W-WAIT! You’re doin’ that? You’re seriously tryna feed me like a baby chick?! The Great Mammon can feed himself just fine!”
✿ Still opens his mouth.
"It ain't bad I guess, ya have good taste." He's actively looking away from you the whole time he's talking. "Yeh? It's my favorite!" You say, acting completely oblivious to his flustered state. "Hey! Yer not saying that to tease me are ya!?" He's even more of a mess than he was before but you don't miss the glint in his eyes when you pick up another piece. He stares into your soul expectantly and of course you give in but not before taking the opportunity to tease him once more as you mimic train sounds before feeding him again.
Leviathan 🧡
The two of you are laying comfortably on the floor of his room, up past an unreasonable hour. Lost in whatever series you decided to binge this time—you both are focused on the screen when you suddenly develop a hankering for a snack. Luckily, you still have snacks strewn around the room from your earlier gaming session so you grab something close to you and open it as quietly as you can. Despite your efforts, Levi still notices and casts a quick glance your way—just enough for you to catch it. That’s when a bold little idea sparks in your mind: it’s the perfect moment to fluster the poor demon. (I would too). Smiling to yourself, you inch closer to him, taking note of how his eyebrows knit ever so slightly, hands previously on his side recoiling as a deep blush spreads across his face. He braces himself for the worst as you bring the snack to his lips, gently tapping against them with playful insistence. "Say ahhh~," you coo, a mischievous glint in your eye.
✿ "I—uh—wh-what—me? You mean—you mean like—like in Love Legend Arcadia Episode 26??"
✿ Do you have any idea what you just did to him? He's currently short-circuiting from the inside out, stammering for words to say before he just covers his face.
✿ Lets out a small sound of surprise when you actually successfully feed him.
"Am I dreaming? I'm dreaming right?" You have to convince him repeatedly that he's not and once he accepts it he looks at you with hearts in his eyes as he gently tugs at the neckline of his jacket to hide the still apparent blush on his face. "Are you okay?" There's a tinge of genuine concern as you tilt your head towards him. "I'M BETTER THAN OKAY- I-I mean yes, I'm alright" He tries his best to maintain his composure for the rest of the night but as soon as you leave his room, he's face down in his bathtub mumbling about how he was blessed by your simple gesture. Downloads a custom dating sim where the love interest does similar things. Names them after you.
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