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Mr. Loverman

Summary: The Housewardens' behaviour after figuring out they have a crush on someone (you)!

A/N: GN!reader, reader was written with Yuu in mind but doesn't have to be. I feel like I'm a bit mean to Leona here but he's actually my favourite of the characters on this list. Reblogs appreciated!

Warnings: Some of them get a little angsty. Discussions of death and mortality in Malleus'. They're all kind of pathetic

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

• Riddle does take a while to realise it, and practically everyone else in Heartslabyul notices his feelings for you before he does.

• In all fairness, Riddle doesn't have much to go off of here. He barely experienced normal friendship in his childhood, so I doubt he's ever properly had a crush on anyone in his life. Maybe fictional characters. His frame of reference is basically non-existent, so you'll forgive him for being rather clueless.

• It was extremely obvious to everyone around you two though. Most in his dorm didn't say anything to him about it, aside from Cater who would make a few teasing remarks here and there (and quickly pass it off as a joke), and of course Ace, who was particularly annoying about it whenever he thought you were getting special treatment.

• When he does realise, his immediate reaction is worry.

• Riddle doesn't have many close friends. And the ones he does have, he's scared to lose. That includes you, even if he now knows his feelings for you are beyond platonic friendship. You are still important to him as a friend, too, and he doesn't want to lose that.

• Once he realises his crush, his behaviour does absolutely change around you. I don't necessarily see him as the tsundere type? But he will be very easily embarrassed by small acts of kindness or really anything that shows you care about him. He may even attempt to distance himself a bit, because he doesn't want to make a fool of himself in front of you.

• As for whether he'd confess, I think he ultimately would, but he'd agonise over it quite a bit.

• Like I already said, he doesn't want to lose you. Even if his feelings aren't returned, he would want to stay friends, and he wouldn't want things to change between you two either. For this reason, he put off being honest about his feelings for quite a while; but ultimately came to the conclusion that he had to.

• It came down to Riddle thinking it would be unfair to keep it from you. He feels guilty for "lying," in a way, and ends up getting it out there just because he thinks you deserve to know, rather than because he truly thinks you'll reciprocate.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

• Leona's difficult. About everything

• Something in him knew he felt a certain type of way about you a very long time ago, but it took him a lot longer to admit that to himself, even longer to even think of admitting it to anyone else.

• His first strategy is to ignore you, as well as his feelings for you, thinking that if it's just a meaningless crush, it'll go away. When it doesn't, he'll spend a good while sulking and angsting about it in bed.

• When he finally comes to terms with it, his behaviour is kind of confusing. Hear me out: I think he fumbles, but in the way that he overthinks, so goddamn much.

• It's very difficult to just have a conversation with this man post-him accepting his feelings for you, because every time he speaks to you, he's over-analysing every word that comes out of your mouth, turning it over a million times in his head before arriving at the "best" conclusion as to what to do next. The problem with this is that it just makes him come across as very strange.

• Nothing he says is natural or seems like a normal response, or something that should come out of his mouth. It's like he's committed to a 4d chess game thinking you're on the same wavelength while you are playing checkers.

• He's also fully aware of how embarrassing every interaction with you is for him and beats himself up over it relentlessly. Sometimes Ruggie will give him a look as if to say "are you good man? what was that?" and Leona wants to disappear.

• Would he confess? I'm honestly not sure - leaning towards no. Leona is a person so full of self-loathing that I think he's more likely to resign himself to pining from a distance, with the reasoning that he feels you shouldn't have to put up with him and his plethora of issues.

• I can, however, see him confessing for a similar reason to Riddle - because he thinks you deserve to just know. I also think he might confess if he thinks that it might be his last chance to do so at any point, if that makes sense.

• Honestly just take the initiative and confess to him yourself. It's so much easier.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

• So, unfortunately for you, Azul on his own is kind of hopeless with a crush. But, unfortunately for him, Azul is not on his own!

• Azul is actually pretty decent at hiding his feelings for you behind a poker-face, but he can only pass it off to people who don't know him well. Jade and Floyd know him very well.

• They're extremely unhelpful at first and do nothing but embarrass him. They don't directly say anything about it to you, but Jade gives you both knowing looks whenever he sees Azul speaking to you, and Floyd has made sneaky little remarks about it in front of you in the past, which he thinks is funny to do because it always makes Azul flail in trying to shut him up.

• They start taking it more seriously over time when they start realising that Azul really doesn't plan to do anything about his feelings.

• He's insecure, absolutely riddled with self-doubt, and as childish as it may sound, he is scared of being laughed at. Of coming to you with his feelings and being made a laughingstock, treated the same way by you as he was by his peers when he was a child.

• This basically answers the question of whether or not he would confess: No. Absolutely not.

• That is, for the time being. Like I said, he isn't alone.

• Jade and Floyd won't actually sit him down and have a heartfelt conversation about this with him, that's not really how their dynamic is. However, they will start actively trying to set the two of you up. Literally "Jade asking Azul to meet him at a specific time while Floyd does the same to you, only for neither of them to show up and you and Azul are alone together" type schemes going on here.

• It's mostly just endless ploys to get the two of you alone together to just, talk. In the hopes that, eventually, Azul will become comfortable enough with you to let his guard down and finally just tell you. They are sincerely trying to help.

• Time is running out though, because if Azul doesn't do it soon, Floyd might get bored and tell you instead.

KALIM AL-ASIM

• Kalim is also going to take a while to realise he has a crush on you. Jamil might actually have to tell him, because he's likely to start doing kind of romantic things with you (i.e holding hands, calling you beautiful, buying you very expensive gifts) without really seeing any of it as romantic. Once he's told, it all clicks in his head, and he comes to terms with it very easily.

• Too easily, in fact.

• Kalim's biggest problem is that he is going to come off way too strong, way too fast. And Jamil is going to have to be the one to listen to him go on about it and try to give him advice.

• Kalim's notes so far on what not to do (from experience):

• Do not skip everything and jump straight to marriage. He just thought it would be the quickest, most efficient, most romantic declaration of his love! To tell you that he wants to be together forever. But marriage is, of course, a process that could potentially uproot your entire life, and is a big step forward even for couples who have been together for years. So perhaps it shouldn't be the first step. He didn't return the ring though, just in case he gets to use it in the future.

• Don't tell people you are dating when neither of you have even asked the other out. He just thought it was obvious that you both liked each other, so he assumed that meant you were dating. He did end up referring to you as his "partner" to quite a few people though, so he had to correct that.

• No pet names, no extravagant gestures, and no absurdly expensive gifts. "Just don't come off too strong in general," was what Jamil said. "You'll scare them off."

• Eventually, he will settle down and give you a normal, toned-down confession. Ignore the fireworks that go off right after. He definitely did not order those.

VIL SCHOENHEIT

• Vil's situation is still a bit complicated, but he's far less awkward about the whole thing than a lot of the others on this list. He's actually just a pretty normal guy with a crush.

• Firstly, his demeanour doesn't change much. He won't get shy around you, if anything he gets far bolder, and I do absolutely see him as the type to flirt. He'd like it if he can get a flirty banter dynamic going with you before anything becomes official.

• Secondly, I think he might be prone to jealousy, and unfortunately he can get pretty nasty about it. I think he'd act quite petty if he noticed you getting a bit too close to someone else, or worse, if you actually had a date.

• Don't get me wrong, he does just want you to be happy. But some selfish part in him wants to be the reason you're happy, rather than some other student who he likely sees as an overall inferior option for you compared to himself. His logic is that you deserve only the best in life - and it doesn't get much better than Vil Schoenheit, does it?

• All of that being said, when he decides to finally be forthcoming with you about his feelings, he will respect your choice. Especially because he's actually kind of worried too.

• He is a world-famous celebrity. And he's completely straightforward with you, about the media attention you would receive if your relationship was to go public, about the potential backlash, the stress, all of it.

• Even if the feelings are mutual, he wants you to be very sure of your decision beyond just that and for you to understand the risks involved. He might even tell you to take a bit more time to think it over.

IDIA SHROUD

• Oh god oh no, oh Seven oh fuck

• Predictably not even remotely chill about it at all.

• Idia actively hides from you. He just knows he can't speak to you because every time he does, he says or does something so embarrassing and cringeworthy that he's going to lay awake at night thinking about.

• I do think he kind of stalks you though. He doesn't creep on you in your room or anything, but he'll use the cameras he has set up all over Sage Island to just... keep an eye on you sometimes. Yes, he is aware that this is creepy, even Ortho says so, and he feels bad about it. But he just likes to look at you.

• He ends up treating you like some kind of un-attainable goal. He fantasises about being in a relationship with you in a similar way to how one would with fictional characters or celebrities; he's aware it will always remain as just a fantasy, something he can never have in the real world, and he's okay with that. He thinks he is, at least.

• He does talk about you to Ortho quite often. Ortho is the only person he can talk to about stuff like this. And of course, his little brother is supportive, telling him to just go for it, because he never knows what might happen!

• But he won't. He can't.

• He's a Shroud. His life already has a predetermined path. He'll work at S.T.Y.X, hidden away from the rest of the world, fulfilling his family's duty until he dies and passes the burden onto the future generation. If he were to enter a relationship with someone or potentially marry them, they would have to share that existence with him. It feels like too much to ask of anyone. So he just won't.

• I don't think he'd ever confess.

MALLEUS DRACONIA

• Malleus is afraid of losing you. He's afraid of losing a friend, and afraid of losing a lover, whether it be because he does something wrong or because your life will inevitably come to an end long before his will.

• He's another one who flirts quite brazenly, though behind the scenes I can see him having a crisis over this. He wants to tell you, he has to tell you, but there are a lot of things he needs to come to terms with first. Not the least of which is that he will have to watch you age and die.

• He considers for a moment, if it would be kinder on his heart to never let your relationship blossom into something more. But he can't imagine living the rest of his long life thinking of you as something that could've been.

• He thinks of Lilia, who took in a human son. He must have been aware of how short the lives of humans are, and how little time he would have to spend with Silver. But he did it anyway, fully aware of the suffering he will face once the time comes for Silver to pass. Why? He spends a long time agonising over the question.

• Why let love into your life when you know it will only last a short duration, and ultimately leave you heartbroken?

• Lilia and Silver also answer this question for him. Because the people you love leave an impact far beyond the amount of time they remain in your life for. They leave behind memories and lingering feelings of love and joy, and things you've learned from loving them.

• And when he remembers you far into the future, he'd prefer to feel that bittersweet happiness, rather than regret and longing over what he never had the guts to pursue.

• He confesses. And he swears to devote himself to making your fleeting life one full of happy memories.

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Demon Anatomy

now including: Mammon, Leviathan, and Satan! Original post with Lucifer here!

Mdni | oral sex, porn games, demon cock, AFAB implied in mammons and Satans parts, mention of gambling, making out, no pronouns used for reader, no y/n

Mammon

You didn’t plan this but, this is undoubtedly the best outcome.

It was the average Friday night, dress up, hit the casino, win big and go home happy or lose it all and you pay for takeout for the both of you.

But after the tension you’ve had since getting official with Mammon, the night took a new turn. 

A turn to the backseat of his car. 

“Fuck- you-” You don’t let him talk, hand planted firmly in his hair as you drag mammon back down every time he tries to speak.

Sharp teeth nip your lips, hands with long dagger-like nails grip your hips, your waist, your thighs, anything the greedy bastard can get his hands on. 

“Wait,” you let mammon up this time, on hand moving from his scalp to the nape of his neck as you gently press your nails into the skin, “Fuck.”

He openly pants, shimmering blue eyes glossed over and hooded as he takes you in. 

In all honesty, you imagine you don’t look very good. Your hair is sprawled out on the leather seats, lips swollen from kissing, clothes pushed around, and you're out of breath. 

Yet, Mammon doesn’t seem to mind, not as he moves to your neck, licking from your collar bones to your jaw, nipping at skin along the way before kissing it better. 

Reverently, his hands move across your body, one laying so lovingly against your waist, feeling the fabric bunch under his touch. The other, originally laying on the side of your thigh moves to his belt.

“Can- can I-” You don’t let the demon get his words out before one of your hands join his, helping him pull off layers.

Then you see it. His cock.

“What the fuck-” You can’t help but gasp. 

“What?” without even looking up at Mammon, you can tell he's panicking, "What's wrong with it? Why are you looking at it like that? Stop-”

“Mon, thats fucking insane.” You gape at the fucking thing.

Longer than a human, what eight inches? Hardly slim, with white designs naturally swirling around the shaft to just under the head with… two slits?

“What does that mean?” He frowns- no pouts. Sitting back on his heels above you, cock out as you both ponder.

“That’s not gonna fit in me, hun.” You furrow your brows, eyes darting up to meet his eyes before shooting back down to the monster between his legs, hand cautiously inching towards the irregular head. 

“Of course it's going to fit in you,” Mammon huffs, “Why wouldn’t it fit in ya? Can’t be that different from humans.”

“It's very different from humans!” You carefully run a finger between the two slits watching as mammon lurches forward at the stimulation, “For starters, humans only got one of these and they usually aren’t so… prominent…” 

“S-soo?” His head ducks, hair falling over his eyes as you continue to slowly touch his cock, “I’m sure it will fit, c’mon can we try.”

“I mean, I guess we can, if it doesn’t fit you can eat me out and I can figure out how to suck your cock..” 

You didn’t learn if it would fit until three days later because Mammon got so excited at the idea of eating you out he forgot about his own cock for fourty-five minutes.

Leviathan

After the initial trials of your relationship with Levi, things got open really quick.

Like really open. 

Like sitting on top of each other on the floor of his rooms playing porn games open. 

Perhaps it's because you’re both gamers, perhaps you are both deranged perverts, either way you’ve found each other and that's what matters. 

“I mean, the game was okay.” You use your controller to shuffle through old games you had in the human world that Levi has lovingly loaded onto his counsel for you two to play.

“It has like, demons and ghosts and other paranormal characters in it, and the story was surprisingly fun, but the genital designs were so unrealistic, and seeing a human character take insane cocks that would be near impossible for even a porn star to take was kinda a turn off for me.” you click on the digital game card, the pixel art loading up.

Levi simply nods and hums along as you explain your past experiences with the game, making a new save file, going through dialogue until you finally reach the first spicy part of your quest. 

Playing as a lanky, kinda cute guy, you make a deal with a demon, skipping to the scene of your character getting his shit rocked by a nine inch, thick spiked cock. 

“It’s not that bad…” You can barely hear Levi mumble as the dramatic plaps and moans play from the speakers.

“I mean it's hot, I just can’t imagine taking that much cock.” You laugh, turning a bit so you can see your boyfriend, legs overlapping his.

“R-really?” Leviathan turns to you as well, cheeks flushed.

“Yeah? Humans aren’t meant to take that much, without a lot of prep. Let alone something with spikes, knots, ridges, or things that can move and slither.”

“Oh.” He turns back to the tv, cut scene over.

Taking one last look at Levi, you pick up your controller and continue the story, collecting items, exploring the house you're in.

Yet it nags at you. That little oh. Oh what? Oh as in this is a surprise?

Fuck, do demons actually have strange genitals? You haven’t had time to dive into devildom porn yet, so maybe this is realistic?

Did you just tell your boyfriend his cock is impossible for you to take? Is he uncomfortable? Shit.

Pausing the game you sit up, taking your legs off his lap as you look at Leviathan. 

“What did you mean by oh?” You furrow your brows. 

His eyes go wide, sitting up with you, “I didn’t mean it as like- a bad thing, I just didn’t know that about humans I guess.”

“Is… is like, ridges and knots and all that… Do demons have those…?” You say slowly, watching his reactions.

There is a large, awkward silence that tells you all you need to know as your boyfriend avoids eye contact.

“Can.. uh.. Can I see it?” You feel stupid as soon as the words leave your mouth, who the fuck asks to see someones cock? 

Like yeah, he’s your boyfriend but thats a fucking insane thing to ask. 

“Yes!” Levi practically jumps out of his skin, “I mean- yeah, yes, sure.”

“Okay- great- awesome” You take a deep breath, okay that wasn’t too weird to say, he's also a freak. You have to remember that. 

Another long pause.

“I’ll just-” Levi’s hands move to his sweats, shaky as he hesitantly pulls down his pants.

There's something in you that stirs at the fact he's had no boxers on this whole time but you try to ignore it. 

And ignoring it becomes easy when you see his cocks. In fact, any thoughts get thrown out the window at mach speed.

Long and slender but thick at the base. Naturally glossy with a tapered end. Although the room is too light to properly experience it, it’s obvious in the dim light the undersides have bioluminescent markings.

“Wow.”

“Wow?” Levi repeats, visibly stressed as you stare at his cocks, “What- what does that mean? I know its not the nicest but I thought maybe-”

“They’re beautiful.” You cut him off, watching as the appendage moves with a mind of its own, delighted by your comment.

“Can- can I touch them?” You look up at him.

Levi only nods, rendered silenced by your admiration. 

Gently, you wrap your hand around the upper cock, tracing the patterns on the underside of the tentacle like appendage. 

Thick, translucent liquid slowly spills from his tip.

With little hesitation you lean down and kiss it, licking the pre off your lips.

Maybe you’ll finish the game later.

Satan

“Its a mystery,” he said, “It had good reviews online, I thought it could be our next read.”

It was an extremely kind thought at the time, you and satan have been reading together long before you started dating a few months ago. 

The peaceful nights. A warm beverage, comfy clothes, the never setting moon shining into his bedroom as you lay so close on his bed. 

But now your just fucking horny. 

Mystery? Sure, there's some suspense, some clues in a larger, looming case.

Nasty, vile porn? Absolutely. 

From soft, secret kisses to hands in pants, tongues intertwined and nails in skin. Within four paragraphs the main character and the love interest manage to sneak off and get down.

It’s no poetry, that's for sure.

So syrupy words, no shared breaths. Just fuckin.

“How about…” Satan trails off, room thick with awkward tension, “How about we stop for the night, yes?”

You hardly nod in agreement before he's putting the book down and sitting up from the pillows you both have made your home. 

“Nice mystery.” You chuckle, not awkward at all, good job.

There's a beat of silence before Satan looks at you, grimacing, “Yes, I’m sure the love birds would agree.”

You can’t help but smile. He’d been so excited to read a good, true mystery. But so much of the plot has been about romance and sex, it’s practically porn without plot. 

“What? You don’t like the secret sex in the garden of the employer's manor? That doesn’t get your gears turning?” You tease, sitting up to slowly make your way into his lap.

“Don’t tell me that got you horny.” Satan laughs, like you are so unbelievable, insatiable even. Yet his hands move to your hips as you rest atop him, looking up to you like you sewed the constellations just for him.

“I’d hardly say Stacy and Trevor got me going,” You lean down, breathing the same air as him, eyes tracing over his features, “but being around you always makes me feel a certain type of way.”

“You are a sweet talker.” Effortlessly, Satan holds your weight as he slowly moves you to lay down against the bed, “Do you think you taste just as sweet?”

You gnaw at your lip as your head hits the pillows. You can’t help but watch as your lover inches closer down your body, hands worshiping your skin. 

“Why don’t you take a bite and find out?” You smirk, big and toothy.

Satan quickly finds a better use for his mouth, gently moving clothes to kiss his way down to your waist band, eyes flickering up to you as he slowly moves your pajama pants down.

Now, normally you'd go along with this, but there's been something so small eating at the back of your brain.

This pattern of him making you orgasm with his hands and mouth till you're tired and panting, and then… nothing. 

You don’t get to blow him, have sex, hell you’ve never even seen him out of those damn boxers. 

So for once, you stop him.

“Wait,” Your voice is soft in the quiet room, and it makes your boyfriend perk up immediately, “Can I… is it okay if I go down on you tonight?”

There's a heavy pause. 

You watch as Satan's brows furrow, how he moves his fingers from under your waistband, resetting his head against your stomach as he studies your face.

“Did you not like last time? I can-”

“No- no, you are great, really.” You can’t help but smile at how he's practically pouting. 

“I just, I don’t know.” You sigh, sitting up on your elbows, “You’re great, and I love when we spend the night together but I never get to make you feel good. This is a two way street you know.” 

Satan moves up with you, choosing to sit on his knees between your legs rather than his stomach. 

“I know that, I just didn’t want you to feel obligated.” He speaks with chosen words, slowly and carefully like he isn’t sure how to verbally express his thoughts.

“Obligated?” you raise a brow, “If I didn’t want to blow you, I’d tell you that. But I promise I genuinely want to make you cum in any way you’ll let me.”

“That’s-” Satan chuckles, “That is very crass.”

You shrug, “But honest.”

“Yes, I suppose.” He sighs, “I understand how you feel, but I imagine demonic genitalia would be daunting to a human. It's not… it’s nothing like humans.”

“Oh?” You sit up fully, placing a hand on his chest, signalling for him to lay back, “Then let me unravel this mystery, yeah?”

“That’s cheesy.” yet he lays down anyways. 

“Is it okay if I remove your pants?” You dip just your fingertips under his waist band.

“You know I’d never object to you stripping me.”

“I know.” You hum, smiling.

Slowly, tantalizingly, you pull down his pants, taking his boxers with them. 

And whatever smart remark or poor joke you had on the tip of your tongue dies the instant his cock comes out.

Half hard, you think.

You aren’t sure what you expected, or if you had any real preconceptions at all. But small spike-like bumps staring from the base going up the borrow side of his cock was not what you had in mind.

The black designs swirling around his base and mark of the way up his shaft was also unexpected, if not extremely beautiful.

“It’s okay-” Satan reaches a hand down to pull his boxers back up. You slap that hand away so damn quick.

You almost think his cock twitches. 

“Do all demons… do most demons stray so far from human aesthetics as well?” you rub a hand over his thigh, eyes still tracing the cock slowly growing harder and harder in front of you.

“I suppose, there's a wide variety of differences between demons, but most look different than humans.” His voice is already breathy, watching you as you watch him.

“May I?” You hover a hand over his now hardened cock, looking up to make eye contact.

“Yeah, yeah of course.” Satan lets out a shaky breath.

With a careful hand, you slowly pump up and down, what you can only assume is precum quickly forming at the tip. 

You exhibit no hesitation in leaning down and licking the underside of his shaft, and hearing the noise Satan makes only drives you desire further to make him cum.

Next mystery: How similar is demon cum to human cum?

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Knock-Knock

The brothers never knock and despite how much Mc loves them, they miss their privacy greatly. They eventually reach the final straw and have Solomon teach them how to place a ward on their door since locks have been broken through. Now, whoever doesn't knock before entering will find themselves teleported outside, Mc and Solomon being the exceptions of course. And I am so sorry to those that saw it before it was finished, apparently it was posted instead of saved to my drafts.

Brothers and Solomon X Mc

TW: mildly suggestive, many references, minor angst

Mammon was the guiltiest brother of all when it came to knocking. Mc's room wasn't the only one he'd burst into without bothering with basic etiquette. Once again he was ready to burst into Mc's room, his rushed footsteps being the only warning. He reached the door but they second it creaked open he was teleported outside.

"Huh?"

Mammon rubbed his eyes and ran back inside. He reached the Mc's door to try again only to end up back outside. He repeated this process several more times before standing outside the door and whining at the human inside.

"Mccccc, what's wrong with yer door?! It keeps teleporting me outside."

"Knock."

"Huh."

"You have to knock."

Mammon tilted his head and knocked before opening the door. He lit up when it finally worked and rushed to Mc. They welcomed their demon with open arms, happy that their spell worked.

"What's up with that door anyway huh?"

"I put a spell on it so everyone has to knock now."

Mammon looked up at Mc with betrayal "Why?"

"Because I'm tired of people walking in while I am changing or when I need alone time. I need privacy too."

"But-" Mammon caught himself, remembering what happened when he last walked in on Mc changing "Oh, if yer so uncomfortable then put a lo-" Mammon caught himself a second time remembering when Satan blew the door pff it's hinges "Oh. Well I guess ya really don't got any choices here."

Mc nodded "Yeah, It's for the best. But you're always welcome if you knock."

"Yeah yeah, but what happens is someone blows the door away like Satan did? Do they still get sent outside."

"They get sent to shrimp town."

Mammon looked up at Mc in confusion but doesn't question it. He nuzzles himself deeper into Mc and they pat his back in turn. He's definitely going to knock next time, he can't waste a moment trying to get to his human.

Lucifer was the usual suspect when it came to a brother actually knocking, he knew better but even a man such as himself occasionally slipped up. Today was such a day, Lucifer was very tired and decided it would be nice to exist in Mc's room while his brothers were out. He placed a hand on the handle and oh so suddenly he was outside. He started to wonder if he had gone to the wrong door due to how tired he was but he was so certain he was at Mc's room. He should've taken the nap.

Lucifer sighed and trudged back up the steps, still wanting to see Mc. He double checked the door this time and sensed a spell. He tensed, worried about a potential threat and called to the human inside.

"Mc, do you know anything of this spell on your door?"

"Oh, just knock and it's fine."

Lucifer knocked and opened the door, now without consequence. He closed it gently behind him and gave Mc a questioning look.

"What's that look for? Are you actually surprised I put a spell on my door?"

"So your spell is how I ended up outside. I can't say I'm surprised with all the trouble my brothers give you, especially after Satan knocked down your door, and then Beel."

"And you."

Lucifer sighed and sat next to Mc "And Me."

"Anyway, did you need something."

"You, is that selfish of me?"

"No, not sleeping or eating properly and making everyone worry about you is selfish. When was the last time you slept?"

Lucifer looked away guiltily "That's none of your concern.

"Lucifer, go to sleep."

Lucifer passed out right there due to Mc accidentally using their pact. They move him to a proper position on the bed and lock the door, hoping this cantankerous old demon gets more than five minutes.

Satan was not always guilty of not knocking, often he was the only one other than Lucifer and Beel that would remember. However, Satan is the most guilty of blowing Mc's door of its hinges in a fit of rage. Often he'd come in to talk to Mc to prevent such wrathful carnage but he didn't always make it.

Today was such a day in which Satan was facing mild inconveniences left and right. First he lost a page to his book, then he stubbed his toe, then he couldn't find his reading glasses which happened to be on his face the whole time and then he saw Lucifer, he was disgusted before Lucifer even opened his mouth. He rushed to Mc's room before anything could make him explode and grabbed the handle only to be transported outside.

Satan felt less angry and more betrayed. He could've sworn he was at Mc's room. He ran back up and touched the handle again and once more did Satan find himself outside. He was more ready to cry now than throw a fit making him want Mc even more so he ran back up and called for them, unfortunately it sounded more like a demand than a request making Mc less likely to allow him in.

"I'm tired of this Mc! Let me in!"

"Well that's too damn bad. You should have learned to knock before I had to resort to this."

Mc did not understand how upset Satan was until they hear a small whine on the other side of the door. Mc opened the door to see a very betrayed Satan and quickly gave him a hug.

"I'm sorry Tan-tan, but you all really need to start knocking. Asmo came in while I was changing yesterday."

Satan hugged Mc back and nodded "that's fair, but you could've said something."

"True, but imagine Lucifer forgetting to knock and having to go around in Circles like a footless chicken."

Satan laughed at that, feeling a bit better "Don't you mean headless chicken?"

"How would I know, I'm not a chicken."

Beel was the best about knocking, he did so to make up for when Mc had to sleep in his room because he messed up theirs. Beel approached Mc's room and entered with no issue before even sensing the spell because he knocked.

"Hey Mc, there's this new fried chicke-" Beel sensed the magic and turned back to the door "Huh, what's up with your door."

"oh, just a little spell where if someone doesn't knock they get teleported to a land far far away. Anyway, as you were saying."

"Right, there's this fried chicken place that opened up down the street. I was wondering if you would go with me."

"I would love to Beel, let me grab my bag."

Mc rummaged through their closet while Beel stared at the door. He heard Mammon's footsteps and was not surprised when there was no Mammon thanks to the spell Mc was talking about. He heard Mammon yell outside and laughed before turning to Mc. What a lucky demon he is to know basic respect such as knocking.

Solomon was a silly little magic man, and as any caring man would he was happy to help Mc forcibly establish a boundary. He was even happier to know he was an exception to the rule of knocking by Mc's choice without him asking. Casually walking into Mc's room will be his biggest flex over the brothers for years to come. However he does send a text beforehand, he may be an ass but at least he's being respectful about it.

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Demon Brothers pet/nicknames please?

I don't know if you mean them to us or us to them so we are doing both!

All Brothers X Mc

TW: suggestive but only if you get it in some cases.

To Mc <3

Lamb/little sheep

Very standard but he looks so smug when he says it. They'd want to punch the smirk off his face then give him a little kiss.

Love/Dearest/master

It's classic and very Lucifer-coded, but he also can't find any word that's actually strong enough to describe how he feels about them other than love. He doesn't add "my" before Love or dearest because he clearly cannot control them, he is the one at their mercy,

(My) Human.

By the time he calls them this has probably been calling their name for a while and they haven't heard him. He may also call them this with others and the "my" in front just to make sure no one thinks he's talking about S*lomon.

From Mc <3

Morningstar/ Starshine/ Sunshine/ my Star/ Star-boy

His last name has so many opportunities for star related nicknames it's not even funny. The title "Morningstar" can also be taken literally as the Sun is a star in the morning and if he had his way it would be up by the time he finally got out of bed since he deserves to sleep in.

Luci

Only lets them call him that because he loves them. It's a standard nickname for him but he knows they could use worse ones

Luci-Goosey/ LuLubird/ LuLu/ Shushifer/ Lucifucker/ Dogcifer/ ect.

These are the aforementioned worse ones. Can be for gentle teasing or for active bullying during an argument. Mc gets away with this because it is Mc, his brothers will be slimed for trying.

To Mc <3

Treasure

The fandom has spoken on this one and I agree. If Mammon was an honest man he'd say they are the best thing that's ever happened to him since Lucifer adopted him.

Baby/doll

Very stereotypical of Mammon but he also hasn't heard recent human nicknames for Lovers. These were primarily used in 50's and 60's films in the human realm so he believed it would be more familiar to Mc than a word in old demonic that they don't understand.

Human

Canon but he uses it less once a relationship is established. If Mc were to upset Mammon then he's using it a whole lot.

From Mc <3

Crow-Boy

Mammon is the demon shaped embodiment of a crow, a silly crow that keeps flying into the window.

Golden Boy

100% for the bit. Mammon thinks it is because of his greed, but no, it's because he's Lucifer's "Golden Child" that he (and Mc) will defend with their life.

My First Man

Return to Mammon calling himself Mc's first Man. Might as well give him the satisfaction of Mc saying it back. They also find it funny out of context.

To Mc <3

Player Two

Canon and he has a controller labeled for them.

Henry

Normie

Only when he's embarrassed or if he's upset because all the better insults he has are reserved for Mammon.

From Mc <3

Fishy

Fsh.

Levia-bae/ Levia-chan

Mc calls him this just to watch him explode.

Seafood

The hornier side of the internet has thoughts about there being two due to the nature of snakes and Leviathan is getting eaten in the Asmo way, not the Beel way.

To Mc <3

Kitten

He did not know it was often read Asmodeusly but he refused to change. He doesn't care if it ends up being cringe, he loves cats and he loves Mc.

Watson

Satan's written Sherlock X Watson fanfiction while imagining himself and Mc.

Mc's name but pronounced very poorly

Loving teasing.

From Mc <3

Catan

Sherlock

So Mc got a hold of the fanfiction and they could tell.

Hate-tan

another case of loving teasing. He laughed the first time it was used.

To Mc <3

My Gem

Mc is Asmo's favourite accessory.

My Love

Love is the keyword, because all he knows about love is the erotic and familial kind.

Flower

He buys Mc a different set of flowers every week depending on their meanings (Lucifer helped him with the meanings)

From Mc <3

Azzy

Pretty-baby

Mc doesn't have 24 hours to tell Asmo he's pretty, they have five minutes to get out of bed before they get slimed for being late to RAD

Skittles

Mc got a taste of the rainbow alright, that demon is a fruit.

To Mc <3

Any variation of Mc's name

Beel is not big on nicknames since most sound like food or are food related and while he would love to be what he eats, he cannot snack on Mc. He can get away with variations of Mc's name or Baby but that's it.

From Mc <3

Big Guy

Is it wrong?

Bee/ Beely/ Beely-baby

Wall Chomper

He's sorry ok? He was hungry (Mc's wall is completely gone).

To Mc <3

Sheep

He wasn't thinking about it until Mc made a lamb to the slaughter joke.

The first letter of Mc's name

He's not saying all that, they're his so they should understand he's talking to them.

baby

He wants something.

From Mc <3

Murderer

Mc is mad at him. If they call him "murder-cow" it's fine, but he knows he's fucked the second they bring up their death.

Cow-bel

Eepy-baby

While accurate, Belphe hates this nickname with a fiery passion, but Mc is saying it and he can't stop them anyway so he accepts his fate.

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After the Party

A ficlet of a generally not party loving Mc and Mammon go to a party because Mc wants to see Mammon having fun but Mc is not having fun.

Thirty minutes in was barely ok, an hour and Mc was getting nauseous in the outdoor venue, and two hours in they felt a bullet wound would be more comfortable than staying. When they plan was made it sounded like a nice hour with some ok food and them homeward bound. Parties weren't Mc's favourite, but Mammon loved to go and they loved Mammon.

Mc watched him party and he was beautiful but they could hear the buzz of the shitty lights overlap dozens of party demons. They smiled when he looked back to make sure they were ok. Mc couldn't exactly say they wanted to leave when it was their idea to come and insisted they would be fine. At this point it was only spite of not wanting to go keeping away the nausea that came the overstimulating environment. They stared into the distance, looking at Mammon but not quite seeing him as he went back to partying. When they came to it was from an arm wrapping around behind them and pulling them away. Mc looked up to see their man pulling them away from the party.

"Stupid human" Mammon mumbled "Ya don't just sit there when yer not having fun."

"I'm fine Mammon."

Mammon huffed "I'm supposed to be the dumb one here human, I can feel your nausea through our pact and you looked bored. We can steal one of Satan's puzzles or some shit to do at home. Actually, do ya need water? Humans need that."

Mc relented "Yeah, we can grab one at home. Thank you Mammon."

"No need to thank the great Mammon human, I'm yer first Man so it's my job to protect ya."

Once away from all the people, Mammon lifted Mc up and adjusted so he could hold them like a prince/ess. He unfurled his wings and lifted off to fly Mc home. Mc closed their eyes and enjoyed the wind cooling them down and the rhythmic beating of Mammon's wings. Mammon hummed something he heard at the party but neither knew the name of the song. It took a while before Mammon landed on the steps of the House of Lamentation. He started to set Mc to their feet before realising they had fallen asleep.

"Silly human, fallin' asleep in my arms."

Mammon figured out how to open the door without waking up Mc and tried to be quiet when closing it. He winced at the sound of Leviathan coming downstairs and quickly his his little brother with his wing before Levi could yell at him for something or other.

"wha-"

"Wake them and I put my feet in your dinner."

Leviathan looked absolutely offended before looking down at Mc. Mc looked so peaceful that Leviathan couldn't argue with Mammon on this. Leviathan lifted up his phone and snapped a photo of Mc's sleeping face.

"You pervert.. send me that."

"Lol, KK scumbag."

Leviathan sent the shot to Mammon as Mammon headed upstairs with Mc. He opened their bedroom door and grimaced at the sound of the door squeaking as he opened and closed it. He kicked up their sheets and gently set them down to tuck them into bed. Mammon trembled but placed a kiss to their forehead before crawling into their side. He had to stay, to protect them of course and that would be best done next to them. Mammon fell asleep as he became slowly entangled with Mc and their blankets. Just before Mammon finally shut his eyes, a gentle kiss was placed on his forehead just like he gave Mc that he didn't acknowledge as anything but the beginning of a dream after the party.

[opiopal]

sometimes when I pretend obey me is a beautiful animated anime with a wonderful plot and teeny tiny details,

I like to imagine mammon, despite what he may claim, being very gentle with Mc,

instead of grabbing them, he offers his hand and waits for them to take it. And he will almost always interlock their fingers the moment they grab on to him.

He’s careful to pick them up in any way that might be uncomfortable for them, whether or not it’s a dangerous situation, he’ll scoop them up in a heart beat.

At parties he’ll see them longingly staring at a specific drink or appetizer that’s being passed around but they cannot get to, so he’ll go and snag it for them and hand it over while complaining about how bored he is.

He always steps in front of mc if something is going on that seems a little tense, if they trip he’ll make sure they don’t fall.

Whenever they eat he’ll always make sure to split parts of his own plate with them so they can have more of the food they like,

He’s always looking at them, even if it’s only for a moment, he’s constantly looking over his shoulder to check if they’re still having fun or if they’re laughing at the stupid thing he’s doing.

Anyways, just me typing abt super obvious canon things he do</3

[tsukii0002]

After the incident with Levi at the TSL contest

???: *knocks on the door*

Mammon: *lying in bed* Come in?

Mc: Mammon, *peeking out* can I sleep in your room tonight?

Mammon: *sitting up*

Mc: *embarrassed* If you don't mind, I can sleep on the couch and-

Mammon: No, no, no, you can… you can sleep here, of course, and… *blushing* there’s plenty of room for both of us in the bed.

Mc: *timidly approaching the bed, without looking at the demon*

Mammon: *making room for them*

Mc: Thanks…

Mammon: You’re welcome *not knowing what to do*

Silence

Mammon: Are you okay?

Mc: *shaking their head, holding back tears*

Mammon: !!! *sitting up suddenly*

Mc: I thought I’d be okay, that I’d gotten used to it, but it’s still… terrifying.

Mammon: *not daring to touch them*

Mc: I thought I could hold my own, live a life similar to the one I used to have, but… this is hell, and the demons… they’re still terrifying.

Mammon: !!

Mc: *curling up into a ball, hugging their knees*

Mammon: I’m sorry I put you in that situation *hugging them*

Mc: It’s not your fault, Mammon *wiping away tears*, I got myself into that situation.

Mammon: It is, I’m in charge of you, and besides, I’m a demon too.

Mc: But I was the one who asked you for help, and it worked *trying to smile*

Mammon: Well, yes, but it wasn’t smart… Considering the circles I move in… sometimes I forget that you’re human.

Mc: Sometimes I forget it too, so I let my guard down.

Mammon: …

Silence

Mc: And I think I keep letting my guard down because… I needed to feel safe, protected…

Mammon: ?

Mc: And the only thing I could think of was to come with you, *looking at him* a demon.

Mammon: *hugging the human tighter*

Mc: *tears threatening to well up again*

Mammon: You’re safe here, Mc *hiding them in his arms*, I won’t let you feel this way again… I won’t let you go through something like this again.

Mc: *clinging to the demon*

Nothing else was said, they remained embraced until the human’s breathing slowed and they fell asleep. This left the demon with a new, completely unfamiliar feeling, but with the certainty that he would keep his word, no matter what the cost.

.

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[zephyrchama]

Beelzebub and Belphegor returned later than usual, their arms laden with plastic bags decorated with the iconic Uncle Demon logo.

Mammon barely glanced up as they passed through the living room, but he did tease, "And where have you two been all evenin', huh?"

Belphegor rolled his eyes and retorted, "Why do you care?"

"Uncle Demon was having a buy 3, get 2 free sale," Beelzebub explained. The bags rustled as lifted his arms to peek into each one. Belphegor slowed to a stop in front of the hallway to wait for his twin to do whatever.

Beelzebub found what he was looking for on the crook of his elbow and shifted all of the bags until that one could slide easily down his wrist and be passed over to you. You happily grabbed it as Beelzebub said, "We got your favorite. Well, I don't actually remember which flavor's your favorite, but there's half a dozen in there that you'll probably like."

You thanked him and peered inside. The scent of cream and freshly baked dough drifted out.

Mammon finally sat up, his attention piqued. His phone fell to the wayside and he eyed your goodies with greed. "Where's mine?" he asked.

Beelzebub responded, "We didn't get any for you. Most of these are mine."

"Why not!?" Mammon jumped to his feet dramatically. He proudly puffed out his chest and prattled on, "As your best big bro, I deserve a little donut souvenir from time to time, don't ya think?"

"You're right, Mammon. Actually, we do have something for you," Belphegor said as he reached into the bag closest to his dominant hand. He rooted around for a few seconds, shifting its contents around in circles.

Mammon rubbed his hands together and spun around to face the youngest. "That's more like it! What'd ya get me?"

"This." Belphegor took his hand back out. All of his fingers were balled into a fist except for the middle one, which stuck out quite prominently as he gave Mammon the bird.

[thelustrouswritermirage]

By product of living with the seven brothers

- Minors Do not interact NSFW conversation below cut.

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So if you've played enough of the OG game or just been into the game long enough you know that it is HEAVILY implied that the mc has sex with the brothers and a few side characters on multiple occasions and I was just thinking about all the times it probably happens even in just one week.

Lucifer

Getting back to the house of Lamentation after a day at RAD where Lucifer has just spent a bit to much time around idiot demons and he immediately calls you into his bedroom.

It's not an everyday thing but you can always tell when it's gonna happen because on the walk back he will just slowly start pulling and lossening his uniform.

Or late at night when your both enjoying his music and he's had just enough demonus to make him warm and cuddly.

He'll pull you into his lap facing away from him and before you notice you've gone from cockwarming to him slowly rocking his cock into you while he runs his hands up your stomach under your shirt.

Mammon

It's never difficult to get Mammon in the mood if that's how you want him. I mean it's YOU.

It would be one of your days off and he had slept in your room again the night before.

You'd wake up and he would still be laying next you just scrolling on his phone until he realized you were looking at him.

You could just brush your knee against his or smile just a little to warmly and he would immediately melt back into the bed with you.

You would both be late to breakfast that day cause you wouldn't be able to squirm away from his head between your legs.

Leviathan

Honestly I think that once you and Levi get close enough for him to even think about getting you into his tub hes one of the brothers you have sex with the most.

He was definitely a virgin before you but he's also a sexually repressed recluse that's beyond touch starved.

The more time you spend with him the more frequently he wants to be in you.

You've been gaming in his room for a couple hours at least and you've finally reached the end. The main character gets the free simple life they fought for with the love of their life and now theirs an ending cutscene where the main character and the love interest share a romantic kiss.

Levi's sweating from his overzealous victory jumps and now he won't move because he can't look at you or the screen.

No matter how many times he has sex with you it's still difficult for him to ask. The only difference is that now he doesn't hide the obvious boner and find a reason to leave you for a few minutes.

You pounce and now your riding Levi for the second time just that day.

Satan

Spending time in the library with Satan and getting his help with your school worker is so special to him he can't help getting a little heated.

He enjoyed finally having someone around that he could teach who would actually absorb anything he was saying.

I can picture him seeing your face light up when you finally get that one thing that you just couldn't figure out and he loves it.

Your sitting in one of his cozy arm chairs and hes sitting in the other to the side of you. The charms and curses textbook finally looks like a language you can actually read and you glance up at Satan who's just glowing at you.

His faces is flushed and hes got that little smile and that's how you know he's going to reward you.

Your now bent over the arm rest of the chair you were just sitting in and he's kissing slowly up your spine.

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Okay I feel like I kinda lost the plot but if you want the younger siblings let me know.

[aydien677]

Aftermath with Mammon

I'm probably going to do a bunch of stuff for the Aftermath of lesson sixteen but today I present: Mammon crashing the fuck out because even he isn't stupid enough to commit treason and almost ruin all their lives forever a second time! I think I'll make a Satan one.

TW: general lesson 16 things, Angry Mammon

All was quiet in the House of Lamentation this fine night, and anyone who knew its residents would understand that quiet was very bad. It was dinner so all the brothers were around the table, Mc being at purgatory hall to recover from the trauma of dying. The day they went was quite too, not even Mammon objecting on the trust Mc knew what they needed after Belphegor killed them and the promise of return. Mammon hasn't spoken to Belphegor since he was forced to hold Mc's bleeding corpse, none of them have outside of short passing. Belphegor was more isolated now than he was in the attic with a distance so wide not even Mc could repair it without Belphegor putting in actual effort.

The only sound within the dining hall was the clinking of silverware and Beel's chewing. Satan started poking Lucifer with his knife just to be annoying like usual but they seemed closer with a growth Belphegor had missed. Asmo leaned over and stole Lucifer's hand the moment it was available to do Lucifer's nails before Lucifer had go do things and Leviathan made a suggestion they be legend of Zelda themed since Lucifer wore gloves anyway. normally Lucifer would say something about table manners but he kept eating nor would Asmodeus and Leviathan have ever attempted to do such things at the dinner table, at least not before. Belphegor grit his teeth, why did everyone seem to move on without him? Why is everyone fine with Lucifer but not him? Why doesn't he get to grow and be forgiven? Belphegor clicked his tongue and glared at Lucifer, but Mammon was the one to glare back. Belphegor shivered, unsused to the angry glare of the usually chill second eldest. Belphegor considered going to sleep to avoid this but Mammon's gaze was too unsettling.

All eyes fell on Belphegor the moment he opened his mouth "What are you looking at Mammon?"

"what about you, Belphe? If you're gonna glare at least say somethin'."

"Why do you only act strange around me and not Lucifer, none of this would have happened if he didn't lock me in the attic."

"Yeah, that was pretty shitty, more that he didn't tell us than the actual locking you up part."

Belphegor stood, slamming his hands on the table with more energy than he'd shown than when he laughed over Mc's corose "You're siding with him? I was doing what was right!"

Mammon looked at Belphegor and felt rather hysteric "Right? RIGHT?! Belphegor you were going to kill us, if ya had even a slight understanding of Politics we wouldn't be in this mess."

Belphegor looked offended at the accusation he was killing his brothers and that he didn't understand politics in comparison to Mammon "Huh?"

Mammon's wings unfurled behind him as his horns made an appearance "Don't "huh" me Belphegor, I'm supposed to be the stupid one but yer behavior makes a good argument against that. did ya forget how the House of Lords treated us when we first got here? They would take advantage of the fact you have committed treason a second time to kill the rest of us, do you understand? We weren't gonna to be able to run away a second time Belphegor, we barely got out the first time."

"But Lucife-"

Mammon scoffed "Lucifer is a fucking idiot with a lack of communication skills, that's fine we all have shit we need to fix but we can't fix that if we are dead, do you understand me? We got damn lucky with Mc, we were damn lucky it was only Lilith in the war, and we are damn lucky yer stunts haven't killed us all. actually, not all, Lucifer. Lucifer would pull some fucky bullshit to pardon the rest of us while he dies but there's no chance he'd be able to get ya pardoned too, do you hear me? And even if the rest of us did get pardoned we'd have to move again anyway since Lucifer is the one thing standing 'tween us and the House of Lords."

"But-"

Mammon started to approach his little brother, no one intervened as Magic wasn't permeating the air proving Mammon's self-restraint "No buts Belphegor, ya don't got a good reason. None of us were put in danger by the exchange program, none of us were going to be executed like before until you decided to act over nothing, it was you who put us in danger again. Yes Lucifer is at fault for not telling us you were up there, but at least he was actually trying to keep us alive, it is unfortunate he wasn't able to extend that too Mc thanks to you."

"Mc forgave me."

Mammon laughed, Mammon laughed at the sheer stupidity of Belphegor "Belphe, I'm supposed to be the stupid one here, ya never apologised, even Lucifer said sorry and is tryin' to do better. Mc only "forgave" ya because they didn't want to disrupt anything further or, I don't know, not die again? Does murder ring a bell to you Belphegor?"

Belphegor looked down in shame "Yes brother."

"Don't call me that," the others flinched and Mammon backed off Belphegor "just don't, not until you've learned to act like a brother and I apologise for not being a role model for that. Lucifer would apologise too but he's only capable of doing that once a month."

Lucifer huffed in response but made no objection, although he probably would apologise later to show he could. Belphegor was too scared of his big brother standing over him to get the humour, not that Mammon intended for the joke to be for Belphegor when it was just to comfort the others a little while the witness a rare lecture from Mammon.

"Belphe, get yer shit together before ya do something stupid again, I don't wanna have to hold Mc's body a second time."

Mammon took a deep breath and started walking away. He knew his limits well enough to understand he'd only get more upset the more he stayed. None of the others really looked at Belphegor except Lucifer who seemed rather sad at Belphegor's state. Mammon stopped by the door and hit the wall next to it lightly so he'd have Belphegor's attention back.

"Apologise to Mc when they get back Belphe, for real this time. G'nite Belphegor."

the others slowly returned to their own plates after witnessing Mammon being serious for the first time in so long they don't even know how many years it has been. Beel spared Belphegor a pitying glance and Lucifer seemed to want to comfort his little brother but nothing he could say would make a difference to Belphegor. It was almost as though he were still in the attic or maybe it would be different if he didn't kill Mc, but he isn't in the attic and he did kill Mc so the aftermath is his fault alone.

[utopiasship]

Demon Anatomy

now including: Mammon, Leviathan, and Satan! Original post with Lucifer here!

Mdni | oral sex, porn games, demon cock, AFAB implied in mammons and Satans parts, mention of gambling, making out, no pronouns used for reader, no y/n

Mammon

You didn’t plan this but, this is undoubtedly the best outcome.

It was the average Friday night, dress up, hit the casino, win big and go home happy or lose it all and you pay for takeout for the both of you.

But after the tension you’ve had since getting official with Mammon, the night took a new turn. 

A turn to the backseat of his car. 

“Fuck- you-” You don’t let him talk, hand planted firmly in his hair as you drag mammon back down every time he tries to speak.

Sharp teeth nip your lips, hands with long dagger-like nails grip your hips, your waist, your thighs, anything the greedy bastard can get his hands on. 

“Wait,” you let mammon up this time, on hand moving from his scalp to the nape of his neck as you gently press your nails into the skin, “Fuck.”

He openly pants, shimmering blue eyes glossed over and hooded as he takes you in. 

In all honesty, you imagine you don’t look very good. Your hair is sprawled out on the leather seats, lips swollen from kissing, clothes pushed around, and you're out of breath. 

Yet, Mammon doesn’t seem to mind, not as he moves to your neck, licking from your collar bones to your jaw, nipping at skin along the way before kissing it better. 

Reverently, his hands move across your body, one laying so lovingly against your waist, feeling the fabric bunch under his touch. The other, originally laying on the side of your thigh moves to his belt.

“Can- can I-” You don’t let the demon get his words out before one of your hands join his, helping him pull off layers.

Then you see it. His cock.

“What the fuck-” You can’t help but gasp. 

“What?” without even looking up at Mammon, you can tell he's panicking, "What's wrong with it? Why are you looking at it like that? Stop-”

“Mon, thats fucking insane.” You gape at the fucking thing.

Longer than a human, what eight inches? Hardly slim, with white designs naturally swirling around the shaft to just under the head with… two slits?

“What does that mean?” He frowns- no pouts. Sitting back on his heels above you, cock out as you both ponder.

“That’s not gonna fit in me, hun.” You furrow your brows, eyes darting up to meet his eyes before shooting back down to the monster between his legs, hand cautiously inching towards the irregular head. 

“Of course it's going to fit in you,” Mammon huffs, “Why wouldn’t it fit in ya? Can’t be that different from humans.”

“It's very different from humans!” You carefully run a finger between the two slits watching as mammon lurches forward at the stimulation, “For starters, humans only got one of these and they usually aren’t so… prominent…” 

“S-soo?” His head ducks, hair falling over his eyes as you continue to slowly touch his cock, “I’m sure it will fit, c’mon can we try.”

“I mean, I guess we can, if it doesn’t fit you can eat me out and I can figure out how to suck your cock..” 

You didn’t learn if it would fit until three days later because Mammon got so excited at the idea of eating you out he forgot about his own cock for fourty-five minutes.

Leviathan

After the initial trials of your relationship with Levi, things got open really quick.

Like really open. 

Like sitting on top of each other on the floor of his rooms playing porn games open. 

Perhaps it's because you’re both gamers, perhaps you are both deranged perverts, either way you’ve found each other and that's what matters. 

“I mean, the game was okay.” You use your controller to shuffle through old games you had in the human world that Levi has lovingly loaded onto his counsel for you two to play.

“It has like, demons and ghosts and other paranormal characters in it, and the story was surprisingly fun, but the genital designs were so unrealistic, and seeing a human character take insane cocks that would be near impossible for even a porn star to take was kinda a turn off for me.” you click on the digital game card, the pixel art loading up.

Levi simply nods and hums along as you explain your past experiences with the game, making a new save file, going through dialogue until you finally reach the first spicy part of your quest. 

Playing as a lanky, kinda cute guy, you make a deal with a demon, skipping to the scene of your character getting his shit rocked by a nine inch, thick spiked cock. 

“It’s not that bad…” You can barely hear Levi mumble as the dramatic plaps and moans play from the speakers.

“I mean it's hot, I just can’t imagine taking that much cock.” You laugh, turning a bit so you can see your boyfriend, legs overlapping his.

“R-really?” Leviathan turns to you as well, cheeks flushed.

“Yeah? Humans aren’t meant to take that much, without a lot of prep. Let alone something with spikes, knots, ridges, or things that can move and slither.”

“Oh.” He turns back to the tv, cut scene over.

Taking one last look at Levi, you pick up your controller and continue the story, collecting items, exploring the house you're in.

Yet it nags at you. That little oh. Oh what? Oh as in this is a surprise?

Fuck, do demons actually have strange genitals? You haven’t had time to dive into devildom porn yet, so maybe this is realistic?

Did you just tell your boyfriend his cock is impossible for you to take? Is he uncomfortable? Shit.

Pausing the game you sit up, taking your legs off his lap as you look at Leviathan. 

“What did you mean by oh?” You furrow your brows. 

His eyes go wide, sitting up with you, “I didn’t mean it as like- a bad thing, I just didn’t know that about humans I guess.”

“Is… is like, ridges and knots and all that… Do demons have those…?” You say slowly, watching his reactions.

There is a large, awkward silence that tells you all you need to know as your boyfriend avoids eye contact.

“Can.. uh.. Can I see it?” You feel stupid as soon as the words leave your mouth, who the fuck asks to see someones cock? 

Like yeah, he’s your boyfriend but thats a fucking insane thing to ask. 

“Yes!” Levi practically jumps out of his skin, “I mean- yeah, yes, sure.”

“Okay- great- awesome” You take a deep breath, okay that wasn’t too weird to say, he's also a freak. You have to remember that. 

Another long pause.

“I’ll just-” Levi’s hands move to his sweats, shaky as he hesitantly pulls down his pants.

There's something in you that stirs at the fact he's had no boxers on this whole time but you try to ignore it. 

And ignoring it becomes easy when you see his cocks. In fact, any thoughts get thrown out the window at mach speed.

Long and slender but thick at the base. Naturally glossy with a tapered end. Although the room is too light to properly experience it, it’s obvious in the dim light the undersides have bioluminescent markings.

“Wow.”

“Wow?” Levi repeats, visibly stressed as you stare at his cocks, “What- what does that mean? I know its not the nicest but I thought maybe-”

“They’re beautiful.” You cut him off, watching as the appendage moves with a mind of its own, delighted by your comment.

“Can- can I touch them?” You look up at him.

Levi only nods, rendered silenced by your admiration. 

Gently, you wrap your hand around the upper cock, tracing the patterns on the underside of the tentacle like appendage. 

Thick, translucent liquid slowly spills from his tip.

With little hesitation you lean down and kiss it, licking the pre off your lips.

Maybe you’ll finish the game later.

Satan

“Its a mystery,” he said, “It had good reviews online, I thought it could be our next read.”

It was an extremely kind thought at the time, you and satan have been reading together long before you started dating a few months ago. 

The peaceful nights. A warm beverage, comfy clothes, the never setting moon shining into his bedroom as you lay so close on his bed. 

But now your just fucking horny. 

Mystery? Sure, there's some suspense, some clues in a larger, looming case.

Nasty, vile porn? Absolutely. 

From soft, secret kisses to hands in pants, tongues intertwined and nails in skin. Within four paragraphs the main character and the love interest manage to sneak off and get down.

It’s no poetry, that's for sure.

So syrupy words, no shared breaths. Just fuckin.

“How about…” Satan trails off, room thick with awkward tension, “How about we stop for the night, yes?”

You hardly nod in agreement before he's putting the book down and sitting up from the pillows you both have made your home. 

“Nice mystery.” You chuckle, not awkward at all, good job.

There's a beat of silence before Satan looks at you, grimacing, “Yes, I’m sure the love birds would agree.”

You can’t help but smile. He’d been so excited to read a good, true mystery. But so much of the plot has been about romance and sex, it’s practically porn without plot. 

“What? You don’t like the secret sex in the garden of the employer's manor? That doesn’t get your gears turning?” You tease, sitting up to slowly make your way into his lap.

“Don’t tell me that got you horny.” Satan laughs, like you are so unbelievable, insatiable even. Yet his hands move to your hips as you rest atop him, looking up to you like you sewed the constellations just for him.

“I’d hardly say Stacy and Trevor got me going,” You lean down, breathing the same air as him, eyes tracing over his features, “but being around you always makes me feel a certain type of way.”

“You are a sweet talker.” Effortlessly, Satan holds your weight as he slowly moves you to lay down against the bed, “Do you think you taste just as sweet?”

You gnaw at your lip as your head hits the pillows. You can’t help but watch as your lover inches closer down your body, hands worshiping your skin. 

“Why don’t you take a bite and find out?” You smirk, big and toothy.

Satan quickly finds a better use for his mouth, gently moving clothes to kiss his way down to your waist band, eyes flickering up to you as he slowly moves your pajama pants down.

Now, normally you'd go along with this, but there's been something so small eating at the back of your brain.

This pattern of him making you orgasm with his hands and mouth till you're tired and panting, and then… nothing. 

You don’t get to blow him, have sex, hell you’ve never even seen him out of those damn boxers. 

So for once, you stop him.

“Wait,” Your voice is soft in the quiet room, and it makes your boyfriend perk up immediately, “Can I… is it okay if I go down on you tonight?”

There's a heavy pause. 

You watch as Satan's brows furrow, how he moves his fingers from under your waistband, resetting his head against your stomach as he studies your face.

“Did you not like last time? I can-”

“No- no, you are great, really.” You can’t help but smile at how he's practically pouting. 

“I just, I don’t know.” You sigh, sitting up on your elbows, “You’re great, and I love when we spend the night together but I never get to make you feel good. This is a two way street you know.” 

Satan moves up with you, choosing to sit on his knees between your legs rather than his stomach. 

“I know that, I just didn’t want you to feel obligated.” He speaks with chosen words, slowly and carefully like he isn’t sure how to verbally express his thoughts.

“Obligated?” you raise a brow, “If I didn’t want to blow you, I’d tell you that. But I promise I genuinely want to make you cum in any way you’ll let me.”

“That’s-” Satan chuckles, “That is very crass.”

You shrug, “But honest.”

“Yes, I suppose.” He sighs, “I understand how you feel, but I imagine demonic genitalia would be daunting to a human. It's not… it’s nothing like humans.”

“Oh?” You sit up fully, placing a hand on his chest, signalling for him to lay back, “Then let me unravel this mystery, yeah?”

“That’s cheesy.” yet he lays down anyways. 

“Is it okay if I remove your pants?” You dip just your fingertips under his waist band.

“You know I’d never object to you stripping me.”

“I know.” You hum, smiling.

Slowly, tantalizingly, you pull down his pants, taking his boxers with them. 

And whatever smart remark or poor joke you had on the tip of your tongue dies the instant his cock comes out.

Half hard, you think.

You aren’t sure what you expected, or if you had any real preconceptions at all. But small spike-like bumps staring from the base going up the borrow side of his cock was not what you had in mind.

The black designs swirling around his base and mark of the way up his shaft was also unexpected, if not extremely beautiful.

“It’s okay-” Satan reaches a hand down to pull his boxers back up. You slap that hand away so damn quick.

You almost think his cock twitches. 

“Do all demons… do most demons stray so far from human aesthetics as well?” you rub a hand over his thigh, eyes still tracing the cock slowly growing harder and harder in front of you.

“I suppose, there's a wide variety of differences between demons, but most look different than humans.” His voice is already breathy, watching you as you watch him.

“May I?” You hover a hand over his now hardened cock, looking up to make eye contact.

“Yeah, yeah of course.” Satan lets out a shaky breath.

With a careful hand, you slowly pump up and down, what you can only assume is precum quickly forming at the tip. 

You exhibit no hesitation in leaning down and licking the underside of his shaft, and hearing the noise Satan makes only drives you desire further to make him cum.

Next mystery: How similar is demon cum to human cum?

Thank you for reading! If you feel extra financially stable today, feel free to tip me here! I hope all your horny escapades are lovely and fufilling, lots of love and stay safe <33

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I love those rare fics where mammon is SO careful about making mc upset and not because he’s scared of them no no, but because his heart seriously can’t handle seeing them sad😭😭 like it’s genuinely one of my favorite things because it’s SO cute. Like wdym he doesn’t wanna tell mc that those demons over there don’t like them and are making fun of them??? Mc most likely couldn’t care less but the idea of them KNOWING it is enough to make him worry. literally he’s a cutie pie, Whenever he even thinks there’s a CHANCE of them having a bad day he suddenly wants to buy them things and take them out, he WILL risk overspending and getting in trouble with Lucifer as long as he knows Mc is happy.

Oh and god forbid mc actually cries over something, and not just “oh sad movie” cry, I mean ACTUALLY cry.

Injured? He can’t even stand the thought of it, but seeing tears fall just makes everything in his body fill with DREAD and DESPAIR.

Sad? God he’s going to kill someone, someone’s actually going to die. If it’s one of his brothers faults then maybe he won’t kill them TOO badly but you know.

Anyways I love this guy,

And yes I’m posting some drafts

[calif0rnication]

(too hot to) keep it secret

You’d laugh if he didn’t actually look so lovely like this - a little pathetic, a little debauched, a little desperate. You trace his jaw, feeling almost sick with fondness at how he looked, before finally deciding to indulge him. “Alright, baby. But can you do something for me first?” “Ask Eddie to fuck you harder.” (Or: Volt pleads to (finally) be touched. You (finally) relent.)

a lil bit of volt pleading for his life 😌 read on ao3

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You had always been a private person. Even after the Dateviators, even after having… dated a hundred objects, you still weren’t prone to talking about your dates with the other objects in the house. Scandalabra’s tendency to gossip had rubbed you the wrong way in the beginning.

With Eddie and Volt, it was no different. You really did feel that what you had with them was nobody else’s business, though you never minded any of the other objects eventually knowing.

And you liked that they were the same way. The privacy they seemed so desperate to protect when you first met them made you like them instantly, even before actually being with them, even before you even knew of the faulty wire.

But of course, that obsession with privacy was never true about each other.

You bound up the steps to their loft, eager to see them.

They never closed any doors in their loft above the bar, and that didn’t change when you started coming over. Volt often insisted, What is ours is all yours, too, my sweet spark. Of course, that included each other, too. Naturally.

You cross the threshold leading to their bedroom at the end of the hallway.

You hear the clear echo of a low groan a few steps away. This low melodic whine, a pleading voice in the middle of a paltry negotiation…

“Eddie, darling, please…”

From the half-open door, you’re greeted by the welcome sight of Eddie fucking Volt very slowly. You watch his cock slowly disappear into Volt, then watch as he pulls out even slower.

Volt’s ass is canted to the air, his arms restrained behind his back. His head is pressed onto the mattress, the side of his face rubbing against the sheets.

A low whine escapes his throat, “Eddie… touch-“

“No.” Eddie tightens his hold on Volt’s wrists.

He steadies the hand on Volt’s hip, his fingers digging a little, keeping Volt from getting some much needed friction on his cock.

“My pace, remember?”

Volt groans but nods.

Eddie continues to fuck Volt at a glacial pace, driving into him in a slow drag. He slid his cock from Volt’s ass, let the head of it stretch the entrance, almost pulling out completely, before pushing inside him again.

Volt actually whimpers.

You watch from the threshold, peering into the room.

You push the door open.

Eddie locks eyes with you as he rolls his hips into Volt again, smirking as he does.

Volt notices you instantly - he always does. Through heavy lidded eyes, he looks at you, “Live wire…”

“Yes, Volt?” You approach him.

“Please touch me, darling, please-“ he tries to reason with you, his bright eyes attempting to meet your gaze, wordlessly pleading.

You brush a few strands of his hair away from his face, the momentary heat a welcome feeling on your fingertips.

“Why are you asking me, Volt?” You pout a little, tipping his chin up with a finger.

He whines, his brows knitting in frustration, “Darling, please touch me, for amp’s s-sake-“

You stifle a laugh and look at Eddie instead, “Hi, Eddie.”

“Hey, spark.” He lets go of Volt’s hip to reach for you, and you meet him in a kiss.

You run a hand down his chest, your fingers brushing across a nipple, tracing up and down his sides. He hums into your mouth, “Mm, that feels good, baby.”

You give him another kiss then pull away.

He smirks at you, “He looks good like this, huh?”

Volt tries to turn to face you completely - Eddie’s hold makes it a futile attempt. Still, you smile and nod.

“Oh, Volt. How pretty you look like this.” You sit beside him on the bed, legs tucked under you.

You grab his face lightly, fingers pressing into his cheeks.

“What did you want again?”

He huffs a breathless laugh - it ends in a low groan as Eddie bucks his hips with a bit more force.

“D-darling…”

His cock was red and swollen, trailing a pool of precum on the sheets, barely touching the fabric, but certainly not for lack of trying.

Eddie’s hand digs into his hip to pull him closer, keeping his ass in the air, his cock swinging as Eddie rocks into him, as they rock together. Eddie mutters, “Our baby…”

“Both of you, please, please-”

Volt pants into the sheets, arms straining a little in Eddie’s hold as he tries to figure out how to give his hips a little leverage, as he tries to give himself some much needed friction, all to no avail.

He gives up, and instead tries to plead with you again.

“My darling… I’ll do anything, please, please touch-”

You look at Eddie, “Has he been good, Eddie? Does he deserve to come?”

“Up to you, spark.”

He traces the line down Volt’s back, looking at you and smiling. He shrugs, “A little whiny, but-”

Volt is quick to negotiate, “Alright, I won’t, I won’t-”

He looks at you and mouths, darling please, his eyebrows knitting.

You’d laugh if he didn’t actually look so lovely like this - a little pathetic, a little debauched, a little desperate.

You lean in to kiss his neck - he turns his head slightly, tries to meet you, but you pull away again. “Live wire-”

You trace his jaw, feeling almost sick with fondness at how he looked, before finally deciding to indulge him.

“Yeah, baby? You being a good slut for Eddie?”

“Yes, darling, I promise you-“

“You making him feel good?”

You run a nail along Volt’s jaw, tracing down his neck.

His eyes flutter shut.

“Just made for him, aren’t you?”

He lets out a low moan. Your fingers press at his throat.

“Made for him to fuck?”

He whines and nods.

“Like this was your real purpose all along…”

Eddie closes his eyes in pleasure, rocking a little faster into Volt. You hear him mumble a low fuck - guess your words are affecting him, too.

You stroke Volt’s shoulders, sending your fingertips to trace the straining muscles along his arms.

“Just so good for our Eddie, hmm?”

You pinch a nipple.

He gasps.

“D-darling, please touch-”

“I’m already touching you, Volt.”

He groans, head falling back onto the sheets, forehead pressing into the mattress in frustration.

“Oh, I know,” you say, affecting the same lilting voice he liked to use with you, this almost saccharine fake pitying tone. You tsk, a hand on his face.

Eddie forces himself to slow down again, undulating his hips at a more languid pace.

Volt makes a frustrated sound in return. He’d bite back with something sarcastic if he weren’t so preoccupied, if he weren’t currently so determined to get what he wanted.

You drag a lazy finger across his jaw as Eddie continues to roll his hips, humming low. He runs a hand along Volt’s side, lingering when he passes his hips. He gives Volt’s ass a squeeze.

Volt moans, nosing your fingers, desperate for any contact at all, a hazy pleading look in his eyes, the blush on the tops of his cheeks slowly turning a lovely lavender.

You decide to finally take pity on him. “Alright, baby.”

You bury a hand in his hair, pulling a little, feeling the warmth of it press into your palm.

“You wanna be good for me, too?”

Volt nods instantly.

He likes it like this, you discovered. He could easily physically resist Eddie, overpower him, but it wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted the feeling of being forced to relinquish control, wanted to be made to beg.

Wanted to be given a chance to please.

“Okay, I’ll think about touching your cock.”

You collect a little precum from the wet patch on the sheets, then press those same fingers against his mouth.

“Suck, Volt.” You pull at his lip. “Show me how good you can give it first.”

He instantly takes your fingers into his mouth, his tongue enveloping them in a hurry, lapping at them in a desperate, almost drunken sucking motion, spreading saliva around your fingers.

You feel the soft pad of the underside of his tongue pressing against your fingernails.

You retract your fingers. “Good, baby.”

You use your spit coated fingers to lubricate him, then finally hold his cock in your hand, running your thumb backwards and forwards along his swollen length.

He moans loudly, eyes squeezed tight, his face contorted in instant relief it almost looked like anguish. “Thank you thank you thank you-”

“Yeah? Feels good?”

“Y-yes, darling, yes.”

“You wanna come?”

“I-I do, live wire, p-please.” He nods profusely.

You continue stroking his cock, slowly building up a rhythm.

“Y-yes, yes-“ The relief was palpable in his voice now, “Live wire…“

He tries his best to look at you, “P-please, spark, faster-”

Negotiates with his bright eyes, “I… I n-need to come please-”

“Hmm.” You smile at him. “Okay, Volt. You will.”

“But can you do something for me first?”

“Yes anything darling I’ll give you anything at all-”

“Ask Eddie to fuck you harder.”

He obeys instantly, the nonsensical pleading falling from his lips, “Eddie harder please fuck me please fuck me harder-”

Eddie laughs, “…fucking brat.” He obliges Volt anyway, moaning low as he does, rolling his hips harder.

Volt moans and rocks forward slightly.

“Yeah? Letting Eddie fuck you like a good toy?” You thumb the head of his cock and mutter, “Such a pretty toy for us to play with…”

You fist him faster, rewarding him.

“Oh amp, I’m close live wire p-please-”

“Yeah? Fuck his cock like a good slut.” You tighten your fist. “Show me you deserve to come.”

Volt fucks back on Eddie’s cock, hips moving clumsily, thighs shaking with the effort.

Eddie’s hips stutter as he fucks Volt faster, harder, his arms straining a little as he tightens his hold on Volt’s wrists. “S-shit-”

“Oh, good Volt.” You continue stroking him, keeping the tightness of your fist, his head rubbing against your palm.

“See, you’re making Eddie feel even better now.”

You fondle Volt’s balls with your other hand, thumb rubbing on the skin. You move past it, your fingers caressing his hole, feeling Eddie’s cock slowly slide in and out. Eddie moans when your fingertips find his cock. He fucks Volt faster, clenching his jaw.

You move back again, rubbing the underside of Volt’s balls. You cup them in your palm, then tighten the fist around his cock.

“Live wire, fuck-”

You smile, loving how he was falling apart - sometimes all you wanted was to get Volt to swear in bed.

“Oh amp I’m-”

“You gonna come for me, Volt?”

“Yes yes yes, live wire-”

He fucks himself on Eddie, hips moving back and forth - fucking back on Eddie’s cock then into your fist, over and over-

“D-darling I’m c-close…”

His hips move faster as he chases his own pleasure, “Oh a-amp, oh amp-”

You rub your thumb on the head of his cock, and he comes, spurting on the sheets below.

He clenches hard around Eddie, and you feel his taint throbbing against your fingers.

Above him, Eddie groans, head tipped back, brows knitting, “Vooolt-“

Volt moans through his orgasm, whining repeatedly against the sheets.

You stroke him through it; Eddie fucks him through it.

Eddie bucks his hips, fucking deeper into him.

“Fuck, fuck-“ he grunts urgently, stuttering into Volt, hips pressing against his ass as he comes inside him. His hands tighten their hold on Volt’s wrists and his chest heaves, rising and falling as he rides through his orgasm.

A drop of sweat falls down his throat. A part of you wants to lick it off.

Below him, Volt whimpers as he starts coming down, his eyes closed, his mouth falling open in a pant, a drop of drool falling onto the sheets. You slow your fist around his cock.

After a few minutes, you let go.

He gasps into the sheets.

He finally tries to speak, still panting softly, “Oh, darlings…”

Eddie makes a soft sound, and gives a last weak buck of his hips, before finally letting go of Volt’s arms.

They fall to his sides, and he steadies himself on the bed. He opens his eyes, looks to you, looks to Eddie in satisfaction.

Eddie runs his hands on Volt’s hips as he pulls out.

“Volt, our baby,” he whispers, leaning in to press small kisses above Volt’s ass, slowly working his way along his back. He places his hands on Volt’s hips, gently lowering them on the bed.

Then he climbs on top of Volt, his front pressing onto Volt’s back, lazily nuzzling into his skin.

“I hope you don’t mind the weight, baby.”

“I don’t mind anything at all, darling.”

You run a thumb across Volt’s cheek. He tilts his head to press close to your fingers.

Eddie gently pushes his hair to one side, continues to press soft kisses on the back of his neck.

Volt hums at all the attention.

He smiles up at you, reaching up weakly, stretching out his arms slowly, like he was coming off a dream. “You come here, too, live wire.”

“Okay.”

You smile back at him, and lie on your side beside them, head on your hand, elbow resting on the bed. You run your fingers along Eddie’s back, and he hums softly under your touch, eyes falling closed, smiling lazily, almost half unconsciously.

He looks so peaceful like this, resting on top of Volt - you smile at the thought of him dozing off on Volt like this, looking like a real possibility with each passing second, his breath slowly evening out.

You lean a little closer to Volt. He meets your gaze and lifts his brows slightly.

You push the hair away from his face and whisper, “You did so good.”

He chuckles, “Mm? I’m glad, darling. Will you please kiss me now, though?” You laugh.

For the first time that evening, you finally lean in to kiss him - taking your time, humming into it, paying homage.

“Love you, Volt.”

With his outstretched hand, he embraces you, gripping you tightly, not letting go.

He presses a kiss to your lips.

“And I you, live wire.”

Above him, Eddie has fallen asleep.

[https-lovvers]

simon's little imaginary (?) wifey

t141 are used to simon muttering about his missus. to be honest johnny and kyle thought he was insane, because there is no way in hell lieutenant simon 'ghost' riley has a wife. especially one that he describes to be so soft and sweet.

when they pry and ask about you, he happily tells details, but will never disclose your name or show them a photo. he just has to keep you alllll to himself. naturally kyle and johnny don't believe him.

then simon starts arriving on base with lunches. real good lunches. johnny watches in envy as simon will lift his mask over his mouth and open his little (big) box, juicy steak covered in a real nice sauce.

"y'must be an awful good cook sir" johnny mutters, entranced in the smell of good food.

"told ya my missus makes it for me" simon would grunt. he silently pockets the small notes you would leave him.

i miss u <3

or

im proud of u <3

or

want u to fuck me real good tonight ;)

he would pocket the latter to jerk off to in his office later.

one day simon forgets his lunch. and being the everso caring and worrying wife, you rush down to the base to bring it to him.

when a pretty thing such as yourself arrives on base, the recruits can't keep their eyes off you. especially johnny who approaches awful confident.

"you lost lass?" he can't help his eyes drifting to your pretty tits spilling over your top.

"no" you bat your pretty lashes at him, "my husband left his lunch at home, i thought i could give it to him!"

johnny nearly fell to his knees in agony when you said husband. sighing he said, "aye then, do you know his rank or platoon number?"

you hum trying to recall. "i think task 141, his name is simon riley." you quickly reconfirm, "oh wait everyone here calls him ghost"

johnny stops dead in his tracks.

"you're LT's wife?"

you look up at him with a pretty smile and nod proudly. johnny had to hold back a groan, god you were beautiful.

and you were real.

you follow behind johnny while he leads you to simon and when you reach his office, johnny knocks once.

"come in" is grunted out slightly harshly

any hostility is quickly wiped off simon's face when he sees his pretty little wife standing next to his sergeant.

"hi si! you forgot your lunch" and you almost gallop over to simon in excitement holding out his lunchbox for him.

fuck. when is it johnny's turn :(

"you're excused soap" simon grunts, "although i'll get you to escort her back off base so stick around."

thats how johnny ends up sitting outside simon's office getting having to listen to the clattering of items on simon's desk as well as your sweet moans and whimpers while simon thanks you for making his lunch.

he can't stop staring at you when you stumble out on shaking legs with messed up hair and smudged lipgloss.

he has got to tell kyle that not only are you real, but you're fucking ethereal.

[warmfrequency]

the 141 aren’t stupid -- they wouldn’t carry a photo of you in their vest or helmet. no name written anywhere, nothing on their body that could potentially trace to a woman back home.

but they all carry something.

simon has a hair tie on his wrist. black, cheap, the kind you buy in packs of fifty and lose all over the damn flat. it sits under the cuff of his glove, biting into his skin, reminding him exactly why he needs to make it home. it always smells like your shampoo for a bit before it starts to smell like his own sweat, he finds himself a new one on the bathroom floor before each deployment.

price wears a watch. it’s not the watch that’s about you, really. it’s that he started setting the second time zone to match yours. he checks it more than he should, especially at night when he can’t sleep and it’s three a.m where he is and eight a.m where you are. he’ll think: ‘she’ll be making coffee, i wonder what she wore to bed’ and that’s the closest he lets himself get to mixing you with work.

kyle wears a bracelet. it’s thin braided yarn, the kind of thing you learned to make as a kid at camp. you made it on a slow sunday afternoon while he was half-asleep on your thigh. he said ‘oh, that’s sick, darling. ta!’, put it on and hasn’t taken it off since. it’s absolutely filthy these days. and when it starts to fray, he simply keeps re-knotting it, sometimes johnny has to help get it tight.

johnny carries a folded square of paper that’s gone so soft it feels like fabric, he keeps it safe in a zipped pocket on his kit. it’s a grocery list in your looping handwriting that you’d left him on the kitchen counter one morning. eggs, soy milk, the good butter, berries, your stupid crisps, wine (red). it’s got a small heart in the corner -- that’s the most worn bit because he brushes his thumb over it every night.

[amaranthinespirit]

neighbor!simon riley and the mundane tasks he does to make things easier for you

when you first moved in, you were wary of the big, brute of a man that lived next door. you'd seen him, for the first time, taking his trash to the end of his driveway for the garbage truck to pick up while movers lugged boxes and furniture inside your house. he spared a single glance, offering a nod at your small wave before retreating into his house.

you thought that was that.

for weeks, you lived without any interaction. settling into your new home, coming back and forth between the hardware store and your house for new projects. taking out your trash before you go to work. you'd seen him take out his own trash once, but you watched from your window, so he never noticed.

you felt weird doing it. watching the thick muscles of his biceps flex against his filled out sleeve, dusting his veiny hands on his jeans before adjusting his balaclava. you wondered why he wore it, but you moved on. you'd likely never interact.

until a couple weeks later, you had arrived home with new groceries. a lot of them. it would take multiple trips that would make your arms ache.

you barely opened your trunk when a dark mass appaeared at your side. you gasp in surprise, head craning. damn, he was taller than you thought.

without a word, he reached in and grabbed at least ten grocery bags with ease. it didn't even seen to bother him as he carried it into your garage and to the door. he didn't struggle to open the door, inviting himself in and leaving you dumbfounded.

what the hell?

the next time his weird behavior manifested was when you were at work. you got a notification from your doorbell camera about some movement, expecting a salesperson or jehovah's witness. instead it was your neighbor—the one who's name you still don't have.

he carried a tackle box, and you were about to speak to ask what he was doing when something compelled you to just watch. he seemed to take apart something on your porch, taking and replacing a piece of the light before screwing it back. he left without a word.

when you got home, your porch lights shined brighter than before—they were dim and on the verge of burning out. why would he do that?

you wanted to confront him, but you appreciated these small things. he still appeared out of thing air to take your groceries in, leaving before you could thank him.

he even started pulling out your bin for you, sitting it at the end of the driveway and dragging it back to the garage when the truck came by.

it perplexed you. why was he doing this for you? did he do it for his other neighbors? he had to, you couldn't be that special.

so you continued living life, welcoming the small actions as they made everything easier. besides, you enjoyed the company, even if he never said a word to you or looked in your direction.

the first time you approached him was on the drive home when a light appeared on your car's dashboard. you had no clue what it meant, though you probably should've. when you arrived home, you debated taking it straight to the autoshop, but instead you tried your luck with your neighbor. he likes to help, so you're guessing he wouldn't mind.

with a soft knock to his front door, you stood waiting patiently, and wait you did. a few minutes later, you contemplated turning back because he wasn't answering the door despite being home (his car was in the driveway).

just as you turned, the front door creaked open, revealing your neighbor clad in nothing but a white towel around his waist, balaclava shoved on haphazardly. his chest glistened with water as it glifed down his skin. oh fuck.

you could barely keep your eyes off his toned chest, abs flexing under your gaze before they snapped back to meet his dark ones. he lifted his brow in question.

"uh, hi." you said awkwardly, rocking on your feet. you hadn't even properly introduced yourself to the man, mostly because he disappeared so quick that you didn't have the chance. "a light came on in my car, and I was wondering—"

the door shut mid-sentence. it left you dumbfounded, mouth hanging open in shock as you stare at the door like it may open again. maybe his generous actions ended at bringing the groceries in. maybe he didn't want to get dirty after just showering. you couldn't expect the man to be ready to help any time you needed it.

after a minute of contemplation, you turned to walk back down the path. you'd have to get it to the mechanics and figured out how much it'd cost you.

when you reached the last step, the door opened again. still shirtless but now looping a belt around his jeans, he walked out, bare feet padding on the concrete. he nodded to your house, signaling you to lead.

you lead him back, hand him your keys and let him do his thing because now you get a free show. his muscles flex as he works under the hood, dirtying himself in a way that's sinful. after a while working in the hot sun, you go inside and bring back a drink, which he gratefully accepts—still without saying anything.

he's a bit weird, refusing to talk to you, but he's fixing your car so you can't complain.

"is this your official uniform to fix all your single neighbor's cars?" the words slip out before you can stop them. mortification warms your face, but it forces a deep chuckle from your neighbor, whose eyes crinkle under his mask.

he glances up at you, dirt smearing his skin. "only the pret'y ones."

your heart flutters. his voice was deep, gruff, like he smoked cigarettes, but it was satisfying to hear.

"so you do talk." you tease whilst biting back a smile. you'd finally gotten words out of him. a small victory. "what's your name?"

"simon."

"really? you look like a greg."

he shakes his head with a smile and continues working, leaving the two of you in silence. what you don't know is that simon's heart is nearly pounding out of his chest. it's beating so hard, he's worried he'll break a rib.

simon has been working up the courage to say anything to you every time he helps you, nervous as hell to talk to his pretty neighbor who he likes to help. hell go home and think about that interaction for days—or until you ask for his help again.