he would def abandon his paperworks for a while just to make you feel better
spoils you with the things you like and buys you food you’re craving
— mammon.
he will freak out. deadass.
he’s so scared you’re going to die bc you’re bleeding out from the coochie. and you’re just chilling so he’s like “YOU’RE LITERALLY BLEEDING FROM THE PUSSY HOW COULD YOU BE SO CHILL ABOUT IT?!?!” you had to explain clearly what menstruation is.
he’s still not convinced that you’re safe but for you, he buys you everything you want and need
— leviathan.
he doesn’t know much about it but he’ll research all about what menstruation is on the internet
buys you pads/tampons, chocolates and stuff you like on akuzon
invites you to play games with him to make you feel better
— satan.
this man reads books all the fucking time, of course he knows what menstruation is
pampers you aaaall day
if your lower abdomen is aching, he’ll place a hot compress and gives you some foods you’re craving
— asmodeus.
when he learns about your menstruation, he spends no time taking good care of you
he gives you massages, spoils you
and ofc gives you endless affection
— beelzebub.
“bleeding from… what…” babyboy is clueless, but once you explain it he’ll get it soon enough!
he’ll try and cook for you and shares his food with you and ONLY YOU.
gives the best cuddles
— belphegor.
doesn’t know about the menstrual cycle till you told him about it
also gives the best cuddles and sleeps with you all day
for you he will massage your lower abdomen if you’re having period cramps
Content: the demon brothers grooming your wings/tail
OM! Masterlist
Lucifer:
Lucifer’s bare hands run over the edge of your wings, attentively getting a feel for their shape while smoothing them out, making sure they don’t look tousled. Speaking feels wrong in this moment, the atmosphere between you and the avatar of pride strangely fragile, and a word spoken too loud might shatter the felt connection.
Instead, you sigh, conveying your comfort and gratitude through the innocent noise. Lucifer’s touch becomes more determined, his fingers finding the ridges of your limbs easily, massaging your care-products into them contently before beginning to humm along the classic record playing in the back, the relaxed vibrations of his voice a rare sound.
You smile to yourself, allowing your lids to fall shut, fully engulfed in the fellow demon’s touch, so deeply you barely notice as he finishes the final peak of your wing. His hands leave your back, freeing you of touch for a painful second before his whole, warm body is suddenly pressed against your back, not minding the awkward position of your wings. His hands flatten on your stomach as his head finds your shoulder to rest on, lips caressing your neck lovingly.
Mammon:
“Mammon, you don’t have to help me, really!” you chuckle at the red-faced demon, watching his embarrassment grow even further.
“N-no, don’t ya go runnin' off for someone else to do it!” he protests, his shaky voice taking a bizarrely high tone as he tries to stay confident, “A-and besides, the great Mammon is the only one that can take care of ya properly, y-ya know that, don'cha?”
You agree with a chuckle before settling down on his bed, expectantly waiting for him to help you apply the cream to your wings. The mattress dips a few seconds later behind you, and the clumsy sound of a lid unscrewing is heard, along with Mammon’s curse as it falls to the ground. He doesn’t seem to mind it any longer though as his shaky fingers finally touch you, beginning to spread a little too much of the care product on your body, but you don’t mind commenting about it.
Mammon is uncharacteristically quiet while taking care of you, seemingly fully concentrated on his task.
“That feels really good, Mammon, you’re doing a good job,” you praise gently while leaning back into his touch, enjoying the feel of someone else massaging your wings.
“Eh?” Mammon’s movement stops for a split second and you swear you can feel the heat of his blush on your back, “W-well f'course, it’s feelin’ good. The great Mammon is touchin’ ya after all! Ya should be feelin’ truly honored, ya know that? M’ not doin’ this for anyone, ya know?”
Leviathan:
Satan:
Levi mindlessly started caressing your tail while watching the new season of this anime with you, his face burning red when you asked if he’d mind cleaning it a bit for you. His face is still hot as his eyes are focused on the wet towel in his hands and how he’s letting it glide over you. His movement is mostly clumsy, scared of doing something wrong like this isn’t a ritual regularly performed on himself. You’re watching him closely, well aware of how nervous it makes him, though it’s hard to look away from such a cute sight.
“I’ll return the favor if you’d like me to,” you mention casually, smirking as the boy lowers his head further, pretending to be fully concentrated on the side of your already shining tail.
“You wouldn’t wanna touch a gross otaku like me…” he mumbles, voice lower than usual. The comment makes your tail twitch in his hold, the unexpected movement causing Levi to yelp in surprise before covering his red face flusteredly. “S-sorry,” he stutters, remembering the lecture you gave him the last time he degraded himself like this. You keep quiet before letting your tail wrap around his wrist and pull him closer to you, promoting that it’s your turn to take care of him now, your tone leaving him no room for further complaints.
“What’s it like having wings, mc?”
You turn your head to look back at him, surprised by the sudden question. Satan’s sly hands continue working on the base of your wings gently massaging the sore areas, almost like he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“I’m not sure… it’s kind of like having arms. I don’t really think about it. They’re just there.”
Satan hums at your response, brows knitting together as he works on some knots in your back, the feeling making you moan in first pain, then relief.
“Y-you really know what you’re doing, huh?” you ask breathlessly, seriously impressed by his skill.
Satan chuckles before taking a hand from you to reach for something on the bedside table. You turn to follow his movement, laughing as he pulls some “demon massage for beginners” book from the nightstand.
“You’re such a dork, Satan~”
Asmodeus:
“Your wings look so much better since you started using the moisturizer, darling~” Asmo swoons while letting his soft palms run over your back, admiring the beauty he’s created with the weekly spa dates. “But…” his bright smile turns into a thoughtful frown, a subtle pout finding his lips are he puts his fingers to his chin, “something’s missing…”
You turn to him in confusion, finding your wings perfectly fine, though not bothering to argue with the avatar, knowing he’d take personal offense to it. His fingers mindlessly stroke over your tail as if it helps him think. The way his expression lights up as he finally has an idea seems blinding, the excitement is his features making you want to agree to whatever he’s about to say.
“Wing-piercings!!”
W-wing piercings???
Asmo notices the disturbance in your eyes as you look back at him, chuckling at your expression.
“Oh, don’t worry, mc! We can start with clip-ons if you’re not sure about it! But, I promise, you’d look so good with piercings! So desirable, I can tell no demon, or angel in that matter could stay away!! Especially not me, though~”
Beelzebub:
Beel’s broad hands carefully knead the sides of your tail, making up for stepping on it earlier. You try to stay grumpy, still feeling hurt by him overseeing you like that, but the way his fingers dig just perfectly into your tough flesh feels so good, you can barely keep from moaning.
“Are you still mad?”
The question is accompanied by big puppy eyes searching for your reassurance. You look at him for a second before letting your features mold into a soft smile, your hands cupping the avatar’s delicate cheeks before leaning in to kiss his nose.
“Already forgot about it!” you grin as a pretty smile spreads on Beelzebub’s lips, “I’ll treat you for some burgers if you keep massaging me for a while, though…”
Belphegor:
Belphegor gently rubs the soap over your wide wings while you massage creamy conditioner into his tail, the hypnotic movement making you both almost fall asleep in the bathtub.
“You know the other spots need cleaning too, right?” you eventually speak softly after a while of feeling only one part of your wings being touched.
“Huh-” his movement stills completely for a second before it hastily moves to the outer part of your wings, “right, sorry.”
“Did you just fall asleep??” you laugh, feeling the demon hit your wings playfully, mumbling something about dozing off, not sleeping.
“You know I get sleepy when you touch my tail,” he complains softly, making this seem like your fault.
“Oh…” you smirk to yourself before letting go of him, letting Belphi’s tail fall back into the water, “sorry~”
“No, mccc,” the demon whines, his forehead suddenly resting against your nape, “I won’t fall asleep again, please continue.”
“If you hurry with my wings so we can go back to napping, sure.”
↳ pet names that the demon brothers like to call you by. [all brothers x gn!reader]
tags: just fluff! + pet names lol. ‘doll’ is used once, i wouldn’t consider it feminine but take it as you will. otherwise gn :)
notes: first fic on this blog heheh. reblogs are super appreciated, please and thank you <3
lucifer ━━━
a gloved hand runs through black hair, the eldest brother glaring at the paperwork covering his desk. you wonder for a brief moment if he thinks the look he’s giving it will force it away.
“stressed?” you ask him, a teasing tone to your voice.
he hums in discontent. “something like that.”
you straighten from your spot leaned against the door frame and walk over to him. your hands come up to his shoulders and rub at the muscles there, hoping to bring him some sore of relief.
“need any help?” you ask.
“i’m alright, darling, but thank you.” though still clearly stressed, he offers you a small smile.
mammon ━━━
“you will not believe what i just got!”
mammon walks into your room previously unannounced, dorky smile painting his face. he holds up two slips of paper, waving them in front of your face. it takes you a moment to read the writing.
“ooh, are those tickets? for that movie i wanted to see?”
he beams at your excitement. “i’m the best.”
“yeah, you are,” you smile and reach for the tickets in his hands. “thank you so much.”
“anything for you, doll.”
leviathan ━━━
“hey, can you—“ levi speaks to you, but frowns at his game. “no, i can’t heal you. there are two other characters who can.”
you watch him curiously, watch as he rolls his eyes at the person he’s playing with. “what’s up?”
he takes one side of his headset off. “i’m sorry. can you grab me my water? it’s on my nightstand.”
“oh, sure.” you reach over from where you’re tucked comfortably into his bedsheets and grab the water bottle on his nightstand. “here.”
he turns around him his chair to grab the water bottle you toss at him. he catches it easily and smiles at you. “thank you, honey.”
satan ━━━
“are you comfy?”
you sit upright with a small yelp. you look around, gathering your thoughts back. what was supposed to be a quick lie-down on the couch in satan’s room turned into a nap, apparently.
“i- uhm. yeah.” you answer quickly. one hand comes up to rub the sleep from your eyes.
“you can rest if you’re tired, my love. i have some reading i wanted to catch up on anyway.” satan says, moving to sit beside you.
you take a deep breath and ponder the offer for a moment. instead of responding, you simply lay back down and use his lap as a pillow. he’ll get the idea eventually.
asmodeus ━━━
the squeal asmo let out was beyond exstatic. he clasped his hands together, smiling ear to ear.
“ah, i’m so excited.” he said, running off to some corner of his room.
“is it really that exciting?”
asmo frowns at you rather dramatically. he feigns a look of offense and continues to his closet, you following a few steps behind.
“oh, i love how this would look on you, cutie.”
you smile fondly at the nickname and continue to watch as he picks out various clothes for you to try on.
beelzebub ━━━
“y’know… doesn’t matter how strong i am, you’re a demon and i really don’t think i’m capable of spotting you at the gym.” you say.
you know he likes to work out, but him lifting weights worried you sometimes.
“it’s alright. i promise i’ll be fine, sweetheart.”
you glare at him. you know he will be, but a little voice in the back of your head won’t let you stop worrying about him. you suppose its a good thing.
belphegor ━━━
“good morning,” you tease, nodding toward the alarm clock that read 4:38 PM. “nice of you to rise so early.”
he grumbles at you, wiping sleep from his eye. he takes one of the pillows he’s been snuggled up with and tosses it at you, playful smile making its way onto his face.
you bat the pillow away, smiling back at him.
“you are so mean.” you claim, though still smiling.
summary: levi starts a stream right after you put lipstick on
cw: one mention of being eaten, he’s obsessed w/ you what can i say, ooc levi, also im 90% sure this should be tagged yandere lol
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The embodiment of envy itself sits pretty on his gaming chair, looking up at you and following your movements in a daze. He doesn’t think he has the capacity to do anything right now, let alone start his weekly stream. His entire face is flushed with the cutest pink hue because of all the blood rushing to his face at your affections and every languid kiss you give turns him more and more into the demonification of jelly, but he thinks being eaten by you would be the best way to die. He’d be connected to you in a way no one else would, always with you forever and ever–
“Levi?”
He yelps in the most embarrassing way possible and he immediately wants to crawl down to the Underground Tombs so he would never have to see anyone again, but then you laugh and he realises he wouldn’t be able to see or hear or touch you if he did that. The thought of it makes his very skin melt, or maybe his face just hasn’t calmed down yet.
“Y-Yeah?”
Your smile is teasing, predatory even. Like you know something he doesn’t and you’re going to enjoy every moment of his ignorance.
“You have a stream to start, don’t you?”
He nods, and your smile grows wider. You give him one last kiss– it’s longer than the others but shorter than he’d like, and he whines when your fingers lightly scratch his nape in the way you know makes him go insane for more of you. It’s over before he has the chance to beg and he sends a longing look your way as you make yourself comfortable in the spot you’ve claimed as yours in his room. Just out of sight from his camera but close enough that he doesn’t have to move much to see you’re still there when he gets nervous.
He takes a few breaths to try and calm himself down and get his head in the game, but thoughts of you linger nonetheless, like a part of you had permanently embedded yourself into his very being. Levi figures this condition is the best he can get before he’s really late, so he starts the stream as he is.
He doesn’t notice anything different at first, but he’s too focused on making it look like everything is normal and that he isn’t still obsessing over you to notice what his chat is saying. He plays through the game he’s chosen as usual for a good while, becoming invested in the gameplay before he finally has a chance to rest in-game. It’s only now that he realises he hasn’t looked at the live chat since he started, and what he sees makes him want to pass out.
@/lover-b0y: LMAOO HE STILL HASN’T NOTICED
@/sweeti3s: you need to check the mirror before you start your stream my guy 😭
@/crystal-empire: do you think he did this on purpose?
@/loneeerrrr: way to make me feel single 😥😥
Levi immediately ducks under the desk in a frenzy and pulls out his rarely-used camera app, and what he sees can’t possibly be him. His entire face is covered in lipstick marks– from his cheeks to his nose to his eyes– but it’s especially bad on his lips. It’s smeared like crazy and it’s glaringly obvious to anyone who looks at him that he just had a make-out session.
He sits under his table as he struggles to figure out what to do– brain going a mile a minute but still getting nowhere. But then he feels you staring and he looks up to see you sitting right next to him with your head lowered to not hit yourself against the desk.
His mind struggles to register anything but you. You’re with him and you’re so close he can smell the very essence of you. He’s envious of the very clothes on your back, of your lungs and your ribs and your intestines because why doesn’t he get to be that close to you?
“I turned off your stream.”
Your voice tunes out everything for him, but he musters up a “thank you…” in response.
You look empathetic when you apologise. “I’m sorry, was that too much for you?”
It was too much but not enough at the same time. He wishes you hadn’t pulled this stunt but he’s ecstatic that you did. He wishes you kissed him on stream, he hopes you leave a mark every time he goes out but he also wants to keep this side of you to himself. Why should anyone else get to see the affection you’ve given him? It’s his and his alone but the other part sees this as you claiming him as yours, and it’s a title he wants everyone to know.
“Levi, you okay?”
“Will you kiss me?” he blurts out.
It doesn’t matter how many times he asks, but you always respond with a smile too soft for someone like him. It melts every barrier he could ever put up and he welcomes everything you do to him with open arms, but all he feels is lips so perfectly moulded to fit against his own that he knows you’re the only one he’ll ever want so carnally.
~Human superstitions may not be believed in the Devildom. But you know bad luck when you see it.
a/n: Does this look familiar? It might. I realized that I never posted the other parts so I decided to take this down, clean it up, and repost it with the others so all the parts are together!
Lucifer~
Lucifer is exhausted…
With Diavolo and Barbatos away on business, he has taken up the brunt of all of the paperwork from RAD. He has locked himself away in his office so he can diligently do his work without any distractions.
And that he does.
The only time anyone in the House of Lamination has seen the Avatar of Pride is when, at your insistence, he leaves his office to eat, shower, or take an unfulfilling rest.
It’s not enough, but he is thankful that you take the time to pester him to do something good for himself when he slips into this workaholic mindset.
But behind his office door, he is struggling. His face is so low to the desk that he wonders if he is actually awake at all.
Is he actually doing his work or just dreaming of it?
The thought sends an ice-cold shiver down his spine. His shoulders jolting him upwards in a panic. His weary, blood-red gems zero in on the sheets before him, and he is relieved to see that he, indeed, was not dreaming of work.
A gentle but determined rapping on his heavy wooden door pulls him from his thoughts.
He clears his throat and watches the entryway eagerly. He knows that little knock anywhere. “Come in, Mc.” With a flick of his wrist, the door is magically whisked open so you can step in, wheeling in a little tea cart. The little cups clink cheerfully as you scold him for not taking a break earlier.
He stands to greet you and finally takes a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. His hair is ruffled, and his face looks unusually pale. But the most shocking thing to him is that his dress shirt is on inside out.
When you see it, you let out a little snort in amusement. The blush doesn’t come to his cheeks, but the fact that he is looking so unkept in front of you causes him to panic.
“I think you should keep it like that, Luci,” you smile, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I heard that somewhere in the human world, it’s bad luck to turn your clothes around when they’re inside out."
He pauses briefly, processing your words, but to his knowledge, human superstitions of misfortune carry little weight in the devildom. Anything that may happen to a human once a black cat crosses their path or walks under a ladder is purely coincidental. But your worry warms his heart.
"It’s just a superstition, My Dear. But thank you for caring about me,” he smirks, giving you that little pet name that never fails to make your knees go weak.
Giving you a full show, he swiftly removes his shirt and places it on correctly. If anyone else saw him like this, it would be quite humiliating, but with you, it’s a silly little memory that will bring him comfort for years to come.
With the shirt on correctly, he moves out a little wrinkle and looks up at you, raising his brow as if to say, ’See? No harm done.’
But in that same instant, a strong gust of wind miraculously blows open the previously locked windows.
His brilliantly organized paperwork scatters about the room in a whirlwind of ink and parchment as he curses under his breath.
“I told you it was bad luck,” you cry out, rushing over to shut the windows, shutting them quickly before any more damage is done.
“This may not have anything to do with my clothes,” he sighs, crouching down, beginning to sort out the papers. Some of them are definitely damaged beyond repair, but thankfully, not all of his hard work is lost.
“Whatever you say, Luci,” you tease, joining him on the floor to help him out.
Your assistance is invaluable to the Demon, and soon, the floor will be clear of paper debris. Lucifer secures the last incomplete pile in a folder and extends his hand to help you off the floor where you had sat cross-legged, inspecting each little page.
“Thank you for your help today, Mc; without you here, this little cleanup would’ve taken me far too long.”
There is a mischievous little light in your eyes as you take his hand. “I know how you can thank me properly.”
“Oh, you do?” he teases, thinking up something sinfully sweet. “Please enlighten me.”
You bring over the tea cart from earlier, the enchanted teapot still releasing a gentle tendril of perfumed steam as if it had just been poured.
“Take a proper break, Lucifer.” Your voice is stern and leaves no room for argument. “You’ve been working way too hard, and we both know it.”
He laughs and goes to sit down in his office chair in defeat. He knows you’re right. “Fine, you win. But I expect your company to be a part of this little deal of ours~.”
His beloved office chair creaks, and he feels himself falling backward. You reach out a hand to keep him from falling with his now-broken seat, but get taken to the floor with him.
His back hits the carpet first as you land comfortably on top of him unharmed. You burst out laughing, and he cannot escape its infectious nature. “See?” you gasp between giggles. “This is what I meant about bad luck.”
He may not be the biggest believer in bad luck, but if the two of you ending up like this is considered bad luck, the Demon may not mind a bit of human superstition.
Mammon~
If he had lost a bet to anyone else, Mammon would be holed up in his room, sulking. But seeing the expression of pure joy on your face as you walk down the cobbled streets of Majolish towards the ice cream parlor makes him feel a bit better about his loss.
There is a spring in your step that makes the Demon’s chest seem a bit lighter as he follows slightly behind you. Something shiny catches his eye on the path ahead. He loves shiny things.
“Oi, Mc,” he calls happily, rushing towards the unclaimed treasure on the ground just outside the parlor. “Check this out.”
It’s just a piece of grim on the ground, but Mammon’s greed gets the better of him.
Just as he crouches down to take the sweet, sweet Grimm for himself, you place a gentle yet firm hand on his shoulder.
“I don’t think you should take that,” you say worriedly.
Mammon looks at you like you just told him Beel went on a juice cleanse.
With pure disbelief.
“What are ya talkin' about?” He laughs. “It’s free, Grimm. How can I be the Great Mammon if I don’t take it?”
Shake your head and point down at the still-untouched coin. “Look, it’s tails side up.” Your voice is so serious, but the Demon still has no idea what you’re going on about.
“Yeah, so?”
“In the human world, there’s a belief that if you find a coin with its tail side up, it is bad luck if you take it for yourself. You should flip it and leave it for someone else to find.” Your lips curve outward in a smile at your explanation, as if talking about this silly human belief fulfills some sense of longing you have.
The white-haired Demon tosses his head back in good-natured laughter. “Silly human, that kind of superstitious stuff isn’t real. I’ll take the Grimm and put it towards somethin’ special."
You let go of his shoulder wearily and roll your eyes. "All right, whatever you say, Mammon.” You start to walk towards the ice cream parlor with a happy smile on your face.
His own is bright and victorious as he picks up the coin and slips it into his pocket. “Wait for me, Mc,” he calls, springing to his feet and rushing after you.
He watches as the glass door shuts magically behind you, and he steps into the glass pane, ready to push it open, only to walk right into the door face-first. “Owww.”
His nose is throbbing as he stumbles back. Seeing his face print marking the clear surface would be a lot funnier if he weren’t so embarrassed.
You open the door and gently guide him inside. “Mammon! Are you okay?” you ask, sitting him down in one of the parlor’s leather booths.“
"M’ fine,” he mumbles. Low-key loving the attention that you are giving him. He pulls out his wallet and hands Goldie to you. “Let’s jus get some ice cream.”
You take the card, promising to get something that he will like. As you walk away, the pain in his face starts to subside. But this sensation is quickly replaced with another unpleasant one. Cold water droplets begin to land on the crown of his head. It’s small, harmless, but extremely annoying.
He shifts to the left, and it lands on him, sending a strange shiver down his spine.
To the right. The droplets still land on his head.
You come back once the Demon is balancing on the very edge of the booth, two glorious-looking ice cream cones in your hands. Mammon’s gaze zeroes in on the ice cream cone topped with edible gold flakes. “Is that one for me?” he grins, reaching towards the sparkling treat. It barely reaches his lips before the scoop topples off the cone and onto the Avatar of Greed’s pants.
You say nothing as you try to hide your laughter, and Mammon has to wonder if this bad luck stuff humans are worried about may be the real deal after all.
“Mammon?” you say kindly, sliding a pile of napkins across the table for him. “Do you want me to get you another one?”
“Yea,” he mutters embarrassedly. “I-in a cup this time, please, Mc.”
Leviathan~
Nights like these are some of Levi’s favorites. It’s just you, him, and Henry. Although the latter is just swimming circles around his fishbowl, not paying the two of you any mind.
The Avatar of Envy is struggling greatly, trying to divide his attention equally between the game and your pretty face illuminated underneath the blue light of the screen.
Thankfully, your opponents are not that good, so he can do both. And when you get the final kill to secure your win, he watches in puppy love admiration as you throw your hands up in the air victoriously and sink back into the dark beanbag chair he set up next to his gaming chair.
“We did it!” you sigh, wiggling out of your chair. “I’m gonna grab a drink from the kitchen before the next round. Do you want anything?”
“Sure, thank you,” he hums, trying to think what drinks are in the fridge. “Could I get one of the Blushberry Spritz?”
“You bet,” the smile you give him is blinding. Although he may be a shut-in, just spending a few minutes with you is like being outside, feeling the gentle rays of the mortal sun on his face.
With you gone, he doesn’t enter another game. Instead, he decides to pull up a different tab on his computer to check some of his emails.
He entered a giveaway for some merch the other day and keeps poking into his inbox to find out if he has won anything.
The first few emails are just promos and order updates for his Akuzon packages. But he notices that one of his online friends sends him some kind of attachment. Just as he clicks it open, you come back into the room, placing a chilled can of Spritz on his Rui and Friends coaster.
“What’s that?” you ask, leaning over his shoulder. You’re so close to him. Levi can feel his skin heating up, his thoughts fizzling out of his head like the bubbles in his drink.
What if he just turned and kissed you?
Wouldn’t that just be so crazy?
“Levi?” Your sweet voice brings the now-flustered Otaku back to reality, and he tries to remember what it was that the two of you were talking about before. His amber gaze darts to the screen for a hint, and then he remembers the ominous message on the screen before him.
This Message is Crazy Powerful!!!
Send this thread to 10 friends and ur CRUSH!!! Will ask you out 2morrow <3 <3 <3
Ignore And Be CURSED With Bad Luck 4 Eva!!!
You sigh and sit down in your seat, “Ugh, you guys get this kind of stuff in the Devildom too? I hate those things.”
Levi sorts and clicks away from the email. “Yea, this stuff’s for normies.”
“So you’re not gonna send it at all?” you ask, a bit of worry in your tone that makes Levi’s heart beat faster. You’re worried about him, and it makes him feel so, so good. Like, he just got the grand prize out of a claw machine on his first Grimm kind of good.
“Nah, like I said, it’s just a silly message,” he beams, deleting the message and going back to the game lobby.
You laugh it off and pick up your controller, your separate screens buffering as the countdown begins.
10…
9…
8…
7…
6…
5…
4…
Your screen continues to count down, but Levi’s stays frozen halfway between four and three.
“Wait, what is happening?” he whines as his screen stays unmoving. “Mc, is your screen acting like this, too?”
He turns to look at your screen and realizes that you are already on the map. The other online members of your team rush past his unmoving character without care.
“Oh shoot, Levi.” you exclaim, “I’ll stay with you until your screen catches up.” He watches as your little character rushes back to the frozen Leviathan just in time to see his avatar explode into a pile of little purple pixels.
Levi bites back a curse as his screen finally catches up, but now all it’s saying is ‘GAME OVER’
You try to hold your ground, but your rescue attempt leaves your character right out in the open.
Your avatar meets a similar fate a few minutes later.
You laugh it off with that sweet human optimism he loves, and he tries to keep his cool. After all, the last thing he wants to do is embarrass himself in front of you.
But the same thing happens again.
And again…
And again…
Even after he reboots the Wifi, he still dies in-game due to some weird glitch or system error.
After the 7th or so glitched match, he begins to wonder if you were right about that bad luck stuff after all.
'GAME OVER’ fills his screen again as he lets out a cry in defeat. At least this round, he was able to make it a few steps before getting hunted down, but it’s still so annoying.
Levi looks over at you and sees you chewing the inside of your cheek in thought. But then the strangest thing happens.
You quit the game and place your controller on the table. “That was rough,” you said, your smile just as bright as ever. Even after the last half hour of his helpless, probably cursed, playthrough attempts. “How about we watch a movie instead?”
Pairing: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor x Reader
Tags: fluff, teasing, first meeting, hand kisses, flirting, taking a nap, being spoiled, school council
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A/N: The demon brothers give me so many feelings that I can only express in text form.
Lucifer is your student council vice president and you met him when you first got to his office. He didn't think too much of you, yeah you had good grades, you were pretty and popular with the rest of the students but those traits won't be enough to charm him. With him you'll have to prove you're a hard worker and take things seriously if you want any kind of praise from him.
Mammon meets you at the shopping mall when he sees you looking at some earrings. They're pretty so you must have good taste, which also means you'd have no problem hanging out with him eventually. He buys the earrings and they're the first gift he ever gives you when you get into a relationship. Now he wouldn't spend money on just anyone so you better cherish those.
Leviathan doesn't meet you in person until later on but rather over the online game you both play. You start chatting more and more and over time the games become less about the game itself and more about the two of you spending time together and getting to know each other better. When he first meets you in person he gets a little defensive over the teasing, a little different than when he's online.
Satan actually meets you at the library when he's checking out some books. He realizes you work there part-time and starts visiting even more often just to see you. Not like he's hiding it either, he 's being openly flirty, asking you where certain books are even though he knows and kisses your hand every time you hand him a book. Eventually he does ask you to hang out outside of work.
Asmodeus meets you on the first day of school and he immediately starts flirting with you. Walks you to class, he asks you to lunch, he tells you about the school and how it works but he is more on guard when you're around his brothers. Does all he can to charm you as much as possible, but also his crush isn't superficial. Not anymore at least, not when he gets to know you so much better.
Beelzebub first sees you sitting alone at the café he frequents and likes to eat at. The more he sees you the more he realizes you're always alone there so one day he asks if he can sit with you because the café is pretty busy and full that day. You start talking and soon enough it becomes common for the two of you to sit together. The staff also notices and bring you special couples drinks and snacks.
Belphegor wasn't awake when you first met him because he was taking a nap at the time, in one of the empty classrooms. Startled awake he thinks you're gonna rat him out but you found his sleeping face so cute that you can't bring yourself to do it. While he doesn't like you're calling him cute he appreciates you not telling on him. Not only that time but also every week after.
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: The Older Brothers (Separate) x Gn!reader
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: A little, like smidge suggestive, smidge of possessiveness
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: I apologize if the brothers are Ooc, and for any mistakes
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Lucifer is a busy demon
You never fail to notice the irritation he has when he wakes up and has to make coffee, it takes time off of his schedule for the day.
So, you made a plan to wake up before he did and make him a fresh cup of coffee and go back to bed before he comes into the kitchen
Lucifer was delighted and much happier throughout the day when we wakes up to the strong smell of his coffee
But eventually his curiosity gets the best of him.
Who has been making his coffee for him, and who knows him well enough to make sure there is enough for 3 cups?
He has a strong idea who it is once he realizes you are harder to get up in the morning since the mystery coffee started.
Lucifer decides to catch you in the act, to answer his suspicions and thank you
The Devildom is still dark, clouds blocking out any sunlight from the human and celestial realm. It's around 6 in the morning, your bare feet are cold against the long hallways of the house of lamentation.
The house is getting colder as the seasons pass, your having to wear a sweater or a robe when you wake up in the early mornings. Maybe you should mention to Lucifer that he should think about turning on the heaters at night.
Your rub your eyes triedly when walking into the kitchen. Flipping on the light above the stove, you turned the coffee maker on, the small bulbs lighting up the darker area. You reached above the coffee pot and dug out a paper filter and the ground coffee.
Once you cleaned out the pot, you set it in the maker. You opened the package of filters and put on it along with the ground coffee beans. The smell is strong, almost enough to make your eyes water.
Lucifer likes his coffee black and some water to thin it out. It reminds you of your father, he likes his coffee the same way. You smile fondly of the thought of your dad.
Your body tenses when the coffee makers makes a rumbling sound as it begins the process of making the coffee.
You lean against the counter and watch the steam flow out any open space, the brown liquid pouring into the glass pot. You felt your soul leave you body when the kitchen lights flicked on.
Lucifer, in all his glory, stood at the entrance of the kitchen. Sleep still visible in his tired eyes, his hair slightly sticking up, his silk PJs wrinkled and sticking to his robe. You blush at the sight.
"MC" His voice is groggy and dry, but he had a small, kind smile on his face. "Hi Luci" You make sure to stay quiet, not wanting to wake anyone else up.
"So it has been you? Waking up at such early hours just to please me?" His voice is low and teasing but there is genuine happiness in his voice.
"Yes, I noticed you got irritated and it took a lot of time out of your day to make it" You explained, pressing your palms against the cold, marble countertop.
Lucifer hummed and walked over to you, his slipper gently hitting the hardwood floor. His ruby eyes never leaving you, his smile never fading.
When he got to you he brought you into a hug, his hand in your hair his other around your waist and shoulders. You smiled and wrapped your arms around him, hooking themselves under his arms and resting on his shoulder blades.
Your cheek pressed against his toned chest, your eyes closed as you and him begin to sway. His head rested on yours while he held you close. His chest vibrated as he started humming, it's faint and quiet; only you and him are able to hear it.
Lucifer never has or had someone to care for him in such a little way, but it effects him so deeply he can't help but fall more in love with you.
You have such a kind soul, he had sensed it ever since you arrived. He doesn't know what he did to deserve you, but he is eternally grateful.
I truly believe The Great Mammon, is forgetful af.
He is always leaving something he needs behind.
Like his sunglasses, his favorite necklace, his favorite pair of earrings, even his car keys, or his favorite powdered foundation for modeling sessions.
The list goes on and on.
You noticed his forgetful habit before you even started dating him.
You constantly reminded him, a few or more times before he left the house but he always manages to leave something behind.
While you and the boy's were out at the mall one day, you decided to get him something to keep all of his things in.
A purse was a little to girly and he'd probably be embarrassed to carry it around, tho yk he would try just for you.
A wallet was to small to hold his car keys and foundation.
Plus, he already has a gold wallet he kept with him everywhere he went, even in his sleep.
Then you found it, the perfect thing just for your Mammon.
You just so happen to find it in Bath & Body works. The small black bag was perfect. It was big enough to hold his car keys and anything on the bigger side, but also had smaller pockets for jewelry and extra grim.
You couldn't help but smile, your chest buzzing with joy. You grabbed the bag and stepped in line. The line was long, all the demons are impatient, big or small. Always grumbling under their breath.
You always felt uncomfortable around all of them, especially when you didn't have one of the brothers with you. They despise you for being human, they think it's fun to pick and make fun of you. For literally anything under the dark sky of the Devildom.
You've learned to ignore it, one of the brothers or you handsome boyfriend usually scares the shit out of them anyway, but when it's just yourself your are a little more vigilant.
"Hi, this all for Ya?" The cashier was faux friendly, of course. Her name badge crooked and her hair was unneat and definitely unkept.
"Yes" You handed her the bag and got out the credit card Lucifer and Mammon had made for you an only you.
She gave you the biggest side eyes you've ever received. The card is black and gold, the royal stamp in the middle of it. A sparkly Gold outlining the edges making a pattern towards the marking on the back. The mark of the greedy, you and Mammon's pact mark.
You knew he would know once you mad a purchase. His pact mark stinging as you got greedy when buying something, a courtesy of having the bond with the Avatar of greed. Always craving something more, always wanting and needing it. The items would shine and beckon you in, temptation tugging at you.
You swallowed the thought of buying the whole store and quickly left. You could feel the greed seeping into your soul.
"Oi! MC!" Mammon's voice quickly brought you out of your tempting thoughts. You watched him jog towards you, his limba ring glowing a beautiful gold.
"Hi Mams" You said breathlessly, your own eyes shining a bright yellow. Mammon's face flushed, his pact mark stinging into his skin. But it felt so good when it did, he need it to sting more, to watch you get greedy infront of him or, even better, for him.
"I got you something" You smile so softly, it brings him to his knees.
"O-Of course you got the Great Mammon something, who wouldn't?" He grinned and curiously watched you hand him the white and blue plastic bag.
Mammon's face was bright red, his hands reached into the shopping bag and took out his gift. His eyes shines with happiness, a bright smile engulfing his beautiful face.
"I got it to hold the things your forgetting all the time, you just put it in there so it's all together" You explained holding into his free hand and swinging it back in forth.
Mammon wanted to cry. You are so perfect. So kind, so sweet to him. His perfect human. All to himself.
He brought you into a bone crushing hug, the bag you got him he held tightly in his hands. You giggled and hugged him back, running your fingers along his spine and shoulders.
Mammon made sure to always keep the bag with him, a small picture of you and him tucked away in his wallet and that bag. He also spoiled the shit outta you at the mall that day.
Levi is probably the second most untidy out of his brothers, next to Mammon.
Games all over the floor near his tv, his dirty clothes basket overflowing with clothes, his blankets unwashed.
Its just a mess.
And I picture you as sort of a neat freak some days, you don't mind the mess it's just not and organized mess?
Levi is embarrassed about his room and he does try to make a mental note to keep it cleaner for when your around but he forgets. To engrossed by his games to remember.
You know he trys to remember to clean it but, Levi can't help himself when all of his gaming friends are playing in he's not
He is the Avatar of Envy after all.
So while he games and you are just hanging out in his room, you decide to pick up his cave.
But only behind him so he can't see, Levi doesn't really notice nor does he hear it, his headset on all the way.
He does notice after you are gone how his room feels cleaner, bigger. Maybe it was just your calming presences.
You do this quite often, and you even clean up his games on the floor when he's at a student council meeting.
DO NOT ENTER
The sign on your boyfriends door reads. You are surprised Levi gave you permission to go into his room without him there. It make you smile knowing that he trusts you enough.
It's almost and intimate thing. His room is his safe space, where he can be himself and not be bothered by his brothers. Where he can watch all of his shows without being teased. Where he can cosplay all of his favorite characters and daydream of what they'd be like in person.
You find all of this adorable, it's what makes Levi, Levi.
When you are inside his room, Your are hesitant in cleaning up his gaming space, that is almost sacred. So you decide to leave it be untill you ask his permission. But his room is starting to smell from Levi's dirty clothes that continues to pile up against the wall.
You begin by separating his nice clothes form his everyday clothes, those go to the dry cleaners on Tuesday. The rest go into your laundry basket and down to the laundry room.
You hope the meeting will be and extra bit longer today, so you could be in and out before Levi and the brothers get home. If Lucifer found out you were the one doing his laundry and picking up his room, he'd hang you and Levi off the roof like Mammon.
You have your headphones on, one ear isn't covered so you could hear the loud stomping of the boys when they get home. You start humming with the song that rings into you ears, your head bobbing with the beat.
You carry down a load of Levi's laundry. You get the washer ready and start it, his shirts getting wet as the washer fills with water. You bring the rest of his shirts and his socks and put them into the second washer, that sits underneath the first one. With 8 people living in one house you have to have more than one washer and dryer.
While his clothes are washing, you decide to clean around his bed and dust things off. Henry, you and Levi's adopted son, watches out of his fish tank. You lift things up and dust underneath them but set them right where they once were.
After dusting, you clean up all the trash around his tub and put it in his little Ruri trash can next to his night stand. You check all the wrappers to make sure they don't have anything Levi would like on them before throwing them away.
You fail to notice your headphones slipping onto your uncovered ear. But you continued on with making his Tub the most comfortable it could be. His Ruri pillow directly where he likes it.
Being so occupied in your own little world and the music blasting in you ears, you didn't hear the heard of elephants coming up the stairs and Levi opening his bedroom door.
Levi watched you with a dark blush on his face. How you finished making his tub the way he likes it, the way you folded his clothes and set them neatly in his dresser. And all with a small smile on your face.
"Uh, MC." Levi finally spoke, his hands in his jacket pocket. When you didn't answer he saw you had headphones on. He knows you weren't purposely ignoring him, but he felt envy creeping up on him.
He knew he had to thank you in some way, but his anxiety spikes at the thought, his envy washing away. He decided on the just hugging you from behind, but he didn't want to scare you.
Levi slowly tapped your shoulder, you could feel someone in the room with you but you choose to ignore it. You have a very good idea who it is now. You slip your headphones off and see Levi's pale hand on your shoulder.
"Hi Levi" Your voice was so quiet and calming, you weren't surprised at all. His face was tinted a cute pink, his ears red.
"MC, Can...Can you stay turned that way?" He requested. You nodded and faced away from him.
A few seconds later you felt his slim arms around your waist, his head laying against your neck and shoulders. His breathing was fast, and his heartbeat was quick. You smiled and layed your hands over his.
"Thank you"
You almost missed it, his voice so quiet, his chest rumbled against you as he spoke. You smiled and leaned back against him.
This was Levi's way of saying thank you and showing affection You couldn't be more proud of him. He is slowly getting over his shyness and Tsuendere attitude. But You wouldn't have it any other way.
