Their search history when m/c first arrives in the Devildom
Incl. lucifer, mammon, levi, satan, asmo, beel ｡𖦹°‧
LUCIFER
MAMMON
LEVIATHAN
SATAN
ASMODEUS
BEELZEBUB
Search history idea from the endlessly creative reignpg! Sorry for the no Belphie, m/c hadn't met him yet and I ran out of photos :C (maybe in a pt.2 with side characters if anyone’s interested?)
From the very first day you entered RAD, Lucifer tells you that when Mammon starts to take a liking to someone, fortune follows them around. You didn’t think much of it back then. Mostly because Mammon clearly hated you at first. He called you stupid, annoying, useless. He refused to say your name and always calling you “human”. You never once thought someone like that could ever like you.
But Lucifer ordered Mammon to stay close to you, and slowly, things changed. He started hanging around without complaining as much even to the point where he helped you with the TSL quiz willingly.
And then strange things began to appear in your room. A shirt that was definitely not yours, a D.D.D. charger you never bought, a small stack of Grimm on your desk and even a deck of cards tucked into a drawer. Sometimes he even let you keep the grimm which shocked you.
As time passed and you grew closer, a random gifts start to appear outside of your door. You thought it was a prank the first time until you opened it. Inside was a real gift. Another time, it was jewelry, and you froze because it looked far too expensive to be random. Sometimes it was just Grimm.
What you didn’t know was that Mammon watched every time. Hiding just out of sight, peeking around corners, heart racing as he waited to see your reaction. He didn’t understand why he cared so much, only that he did. He laughed quietly when you stared at the jewelry in shock. When he won tons of grimm from gambling, his first thought is about what he could bring for you on the way home.
Eventually, you figured it out. And one day, Mammon found a small gift outside his door too. He stared at it for a long time before picking it up with a warm cheeks realizing that his fortune had finally turned on him too.
The game talks about how the brothers often end up sneaking in MC's room to hang out sooo whats it like when they sneak in at night?
Originally going to be short head cannons but I got carried away and they're more like one shots now... so this will be split up into parts to save everyone from reading the longest post ever.
Content: SFW but there's some spicy suggestion, kissing, cuddling, etc.
First part pairings: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi x gn!MC
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Lucifer
You thought Devildom would freeze over before you’d ever walk into your room and see Lucifer, of all demons, asleep in your bed. It wasn’t unusual for him to request, ok well, demand, that you spend the night in his room, but in yours?
This was new.
Yet there he was, sound asleep in your bed, arms wrapped around one of your pillows, face buried in it, breathing slow and even.
You'd just teleported back, air still humming with magic. After a week in the human world, you were so exhausted you decided to slip in quietly and just greet the brothers in the morning. Too tired for the excitement.
A soft laugh slipped from your lips as you set your bag down, shaking your head, shoes already kicked off as you crawled into bed.
He slept on the very edge of the bed, as if he’d deliberately left room for you.
You eased one knee onto the mattress, moving carefully, trying not to disturb him. The mattress creaked as you shifted your weight, and that was when the pillow slipped from his arms.
Before you could even process what was happening his fingers closed around your wrists, strong and firm, pulling you down until you were flush against him. Then, in one fluid movement, he flipped you onto your back.
Your breath caught, a tiny yelp leaving your lips as he pinned your wrists above your head.
"Did you think you could sneak into my house without saying hello?" He whispered, breath warm against your ear, and you could practically feel the smirk on his face.
"You faker!" you accused, squirming under his grip, but you couldn't hide the delighted giggles.
"I waited a week for you. You could at least greet me properly." He retorted, but his grip loosened on your wrists and he rolled onto his back, smug as ever.
You roll back onto him, palms pressed to his chest, pouting up at him. "Hello, and goodnight," you tease softly, but your eyes fluttered closed when his hands thread through your hair, twirling the strands with that slow fond affection he only holds for you.
"Perhaps we could share this bed tonight," his tone making it clear he didn't expected you to say no.
And you definitely don’t.
The moment you settle beside him, his hand finds your waist, holding you like he’s been waiting the entire week just for this. His lips brush your forehead once, twice before they trail slowly over your skin like he’s relearning you inch by inch after too long apart.
You don’t remember falling asleep, only the warmth of his lips against yours.
Mammon
You know its him the instant you hear your doorknob turn, but the loud crash that follows only confirms it. Something, probably his foot, hits your desk, and Mammon hisses through his teeth.
"OW— seriously?! Why’s it so dark in here, MC?! Ya tryin’ to kill me?" he grumbles as he stumbles blindly towards your bed.
He finally makes it to your bed and drops to his knees, hands gripping the blanket as he peers up at you. His eyes are wide, hopeful, and full of longing as he tries to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks.
"What is it Mammon?" You whisper softly, still rubbing sleep from your eyes.
He looks away, then back at you, then away again.
"Well.. The Great Mammon was just thinkin..." He starts and stops as if expecting you to read his mind, save him from the embarrassment. "...that maybe, y’know… if someone was lonely… I could… uh— fix that. By bein’ here. In your room. With you."
You can’t help but roll your eyes, but you shift over anyway, lifting the covers. “You can just admit you want to spend the night—"
He's crawling into bed before you can even finish, sliding under your blankets in a clumsy rush. Despite having given him plenty of space, he presses himself right against you. His chest fits perfectly against your back, arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he buries his face in your hair. You can feel his eyelashes flutter against your neck as he exhales, warm and shaky.
That's when you realize he's shirtless, skin hot against yours.
"I love you, treasure..." he murmurs into your hair, nuzzling closer. And you cant help the blush that now dusts your face, one of those moments where the truth slips out, all soft and unguarded, only for you to hear.
You stay tangled together all night. Once or twice, you swear you're woken up by the press of his lips to your neck, so soft you wonder if maybe you were dreaming.
Leviathan
There's a soft buzz from your phone.
'MC! MC! Emergency! You have to play this new game with me right now! It’s… uh… really good… or… dangerous… or… whatever! lolol'
You smile at the text, though you can feel your palms begin to sweat a bit at the 'dangerous', praying he didn't purchase some cursed game... again.
Not long after there's a soft knock at your door.
"Come in!"
Levi pokes his head inside, oversized headphones hanging around his neck.
"You should really come up with a password MC..." He shakes his head, sighing dramatically. "What if someone just walked in here! Uninvited!"
"...They do that anyway"
He gasps loudly, throwing a hand to his forehead. "Exactly! Which is why you NEED a password! A magical barrier! A high-level anti-normie defense spell!"
He pauses, then lowers his voice.
"…But if I knock, you better let me in, okay?"
"Of course, Levi" You can't help the laugh that falls from your lips.
✦
The glow of your TV flashes in the room, bright whites and colorful hues popping onto screen. You’re propped against a pile of pillows while Levi lies sprawled across the floor, surrounded by his nest of blankets.
"FLAMING LEVIATHAN PUUUNCH!"
You giggle, hugging a fluffy pillow to your chest. "You missed"
"I was just warming up!" he argues, voice growing whiny as the sound of rapid button mashing fills the room.
“TIME FOR MY FINAL MOVE!”
He misses again.
"Don't you dare say anything." He mumbles, cheeks bright red as your giggle fits descend into full bits of laughter.
Hours slipped by in bursts of shouting, laughter, and Levi’s occasional “Did you see that? MC, did you SEE THAT?!” as he landed accidental crits.
Eventually, your eyes grow heavy, your head falling forward as you fight sleep.
"lololol you’re totally about to face plant into your own lap," He teases, but his voice is softer now.
"Nah—(yawn) m'ok" Your head hits the pillow, eyes struggling to stay open as you bury yourself under the blankets.
"S'late.. jus' stay here tonight..." you mumble, half asleep. There's a sharp, flustered gasp.
“M–Me? Stay? L-Like… in your room? In your… bed?”
"Yes Levi," you pat the empty spot in your bed, cracking your eyes open. He's covering his face with his hands, beet red, and for a moment you genuinely think he might bolt.
“O-Okay, okay, okay, I’m...staying, I’m staying—”
You smile and lift the covers, arms open.
He hesitates one more time, jerking backwards like he wants to run away before launching himself into bed with you, eyes squeeze shut. When he doesn't burst into flames from the contact, he relaxes slowly, tucking his face into your shoulder.
You wrap your arms around him, fingers running soothingly through his hair.
“You’re… really warm,” he mumbled. “Way warmer than my Ruri-chan body pillow.”
He nuzzles closer, voice dropping to a soft whisper meant only for you.
“…I like staying here. With you. Like... a lot.”
"Then.. I guess we'll have to have sleepovers more often," you murmur softly, and you can feel the delighted noise he makes, smiling against your skin.
You fall asleep together, sleeping and snuggling until late afternoon like the two exhausted gamers you are.
The End (for now...)
I poured my heart and soul into Mammon's section ;-; I also spent way too long on Lucifer's section, I hope the Luci lovers appreciate (and somehow Levi's section is the longest???)
the other parts/pairings will be out soon, so make sure to follow or check back if you're waiting for a special demon. Also a Christmas special will be coming soon because I cant like anything normally...
MC & Mammon speed ran strangers to enemies to reluctant allies to acquaintances to co-conspirators to friends to roommates to best friends to partners-in-crime to mutual crushes in like a week tops and then spent the next two years belly crawling towards lovers
"I genuinely can't believe YOU got yourself folded"
"ugh...im grovelling in shame as is, please don't amplify my predicament further..."
you dragged him by his collar like a mother cat would hold her kitten except the said kitten is your literal hunk and bulky boyfriend
you sat him down 'neath the shade of a big oak tree. "how did this even happen?" you look at all the wounds littering his arm and a few cuts and bruises on his thighs
"I got two answers which one do you want?" you looked at him funny. "the honest one" you scoff as you tear down bandages and wrap it around the wounds after sanitising them with iodine you keep in your back pocket
"got distracted as I suddenly remembered last night" "WHAT?" sure last night with him was a little more steamy than usual cause you two met after a really long time again. "What made you remember that??" you asked confused at your jaw slacked to the floor
"I caught your scent in the wind" he gave you that lopsided smile when he would either say or do something which he knew would make you flustered. "God you're insane..." you didn't bicker with him further as you saw the red blush that dusted his cheeks and the gloss in his eyes.
"come one babe let's get you home..." you sighed and something told you this is not the only time its gonna happen...
I like to think that Mammon loves helping MC out with chores. I headcanon it, actually. It’s even canon in the game that he’ll do anything MC asks for. It’s funny coz he’s the kinda guy who would slack off and make excuses not to do stuff. Like who wants to wash the dishes anyway? How boring. But wait, if he gets to do it with you? It’s now fun coz it’s like you’re a married couple. Aww, all those domestic fluffy feels, his heart can’t take it! At least Lucifer is happy. Ok seriously tho, even though everyone takes turns to do chores in the House of Lamentation, I imagine if it’s your turn, it’s so much work for one person, like there are 8 people including yourself you got to cook for, and do so many dishes as well! Thankfully you have your faithful puppy helping you out. He’ll be like “don’t stay up too late coz of all the work” and “all that scrubbing’s gonna hurt your delicate human hands” and continue making as many excuses as he can think of. But you don’t mind in the slightest!
he's the avatar of pride, he wants to claim what's his as his
it's not even sexual sometimes, the time he spends marking you up much deeper and more intimate
sometimes he gets embarrassed when his brothers or Diavolo point out the dark spots all over your neck, sometimes he gets smug; it depends on his mood and who's teasing him
feels at ease whenever you show them off
receiving:
nowhere visible
he has a reputation to uphold after all
he does let you mark him if you want to, though
enjoys that you want to claim his body as yours
usually happens during sex/foreplay and he finds it very endearing
sometimes just looks at them in the mirror and feels loved
Mammon:
giving:
it just happens
wherever his lips are, hickeys are bound to happen
he's so greedy, he can't get enough and his lips translate that desperation into beautifully crimson marks on your skin
he fucking loves looking at them, feeling proud and accomplished and shy because he barely remembers making them
doesn't mind any teasing about them on you
receiving:
not the biggest fan but he just can't say no to you
so shy and red and embarrassed when you mark him up
he loves the way they look on him and sometimes finds himself tracing them and zoning out
they make him feel loved <3
almost drops dead from embarrassment when someone points them out on him
there is a small part of him that's proud of them though
Leviathan:
giving:
meh
he's way too insecure
constantly asks if he's doing it right and later complains that his hickeys have weird shapes and look off-
he's way way way too in his head about the whole thing
therefore hates when people see the hickeys on you because he believes everyone's judging his... hickey-skills
receiving:
so shy about it and so very squirmy when you mark him
almost passes when you mark his thighs
can not bear to look at them there, instantly and painfully turned on at the reminder of where your lips had previously been
kind of digs the look but doesn't like others pointing it out too much
so he prefers when your marks are someplace he can hide under clothes
Satan:
giving:
usually doesn't mean to mark you, it just happens
he's so into it, so into you, he barely registers the marks blooming along the trail his lips pursue
proud of them when he notices them afterward
kind of teases you about them but wears a small blush himself while doing so
for some reason, your hips are the part of your body that he marks the most
receiving:
craves them sometimes but doesn't know exactly why
doesn't like them too much up on his neck
the lower, the better, actually
likes especially when you take your time really claiming his body
his fav form of foreplay
secretly makes pics of the marks you leave on him and looks at them when he misses you
Asmodeus:
giving:
hickeys are like his fav thing ever
doesn't cover you in them, he thinks that looks tacky
just leaves maybe one or two small ones carefully placed on your neck
they usually don't happen in sexual contexts either, just during make-outs or cuddles
so so so proud of them and loves pointing them out in front of other people
receiving:
very particular with their placements
sometimes asks you to give him one because it matches his outfit
takes several pictures of especially cute hickey arrangements and posts them
will complain if you leave an "unaesthetic" hickey in the heat of the moment
loves loves loves when people point them out
Beelzebub:
giving:
another one where it happens without realizing
his mouth just gets too eager, too ravenous, too hungry sometimes
the type to apologize for them afterward
gets shy when he sees them on you but also can't quite take his eyes off of them
thinks they suit you, but he's not over the top into them
receiving:
indulges you if you really like them
but he doesn't have a particular preference
does enjoy how intimate he feels when you mark him up
thinks they look nice but again, not a necessary accessory
also doesn't mind if people point them out, very casual about it
Belphegor:
giving:
honestly too tiresome
tries it once or twice but quickly realizes they're not worth the trouble
likes how they look on you and places them on very obvious spots
proud when people point them out
might get over his laziness when he feels particularly jealous/possessive
receiving:
doesn't have a certain opinion on it
finds it slightly soothing when you take your time marking his body
doesn't enjoy it as foreplay too much, he's too impatient for that
it's better as a casual act of intimacy or as a part of aftercare affection
couldn't care less if others see them but enjoys looking at them himself
With a fem!MC that is attracted to their demon forms
Characters: Lucifer, Mammon and Leviathan (x reader, separately)
Setting: friends with feelings. Everyone is horny
Part 1 (context fic) , Part 3 (younger brothers) , Part 4 (dateables)
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Requested by Anon: Do you perhaps accept suggestive requests? I've always thought about how the demon brothers are quite literally still demons. And as you probably know— emphasis on probably — there are people out there who LIKE (dare I say, turned on) when it comes to them being all demonic and stuff. With their forms, or just the stuff they do? I wonder how'd they'd feel about MC who doesn't run away but is even turned on by it?? It's usually in dark romance (the ones in the past, not the ones now.) where the ML does evil things for the FL lol (like k*lling someone for her) If this isn't something you're comfortable with, feel free to ignore + delete this! But if you decide to add it to your list, I'm honored ❣️
C/W: possesiveness, mention of control as seduction, fighting others to impress you, a tiny bit of sexual harrasment, violence works on MC and she is a bit turned on by blood, Levi has a tail and will not hesitate to use it
A/N: THERE WILL BE ANOTHER PART WITH THE YOUNGER BROTHERS
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The brothers keep learning new things about you, but this fact has to be their favourite one so far.
Ever since they accidentally discovered what you really thought about their demonic features, almost none of them has given you a moment of peace. From faint touches when they walk past you to secure grips around your back when they go in for a hug or hiding their faces in the crook of your neck when you cuddle during movie nights, all they do now is make you painfully aware of their presence.
And, had it been any other situation, you would’ve said you preferred the way life used to be before: back when all they needed to make you feel at peace was their company and a welcoming house to come back to at the end of the day; but thing is… you kinda enjoy how things are working at the moment.
Despite your friendship now balancing on the line between platonic trust and flirty uncertainty, there is an expectation in the air that keeps your body buzzing whenever any of them are near.
The whole House of Lamentation feels like its protecting itself against a potential explosion inside its walls, different from all the floods and brutal fights it’s already suffered.
Even the crows from the cemetery aren’t moving, waiting for something to happen and finally burst the bubble.
They’re teasing you, you know that, but they’re also testing the waters. They’re trying to figure out how far they can get with you before you break and either shut them off or bring them closer; entering your personal space more than a normal friend would without fully touching you or committing to their actions.
It’s infuriating, and stimulating, and it makes you wake up every day with your blood on fire and a bounce in your gait.
It also makes you pay attention to every single detail in their demeanour.
It’s obvious that, beyond the obvious gravitational pull between your bodies, they’re also trying to use what truly makes them demons to their advantage. Their animalistic instincts, their primitive needs, their sins. Preening themselves around you, going as far as to grab your chin to focus your attention solely on them; standing right behind you whenever you’re talking to one of your classmates, close enough to feel their steady heartbeats under their quiet breathing (your poor friend never tried to talk to you in private again); and even dragging you out of the cafeteria to have an intimate lunch in the school’s gardens.
It’s nothing necessarily romantic, nor sexual, but it is possessive and incriminating. They’re setting things clear: they’re claiming the attraction between you.
Lucifer, who finds you waiting under a colonnade during the pouring rain, offers to shelter you with his wings, ever the gentleman (hydrophobic feathers are rather convenient). He smiles when you accept, hiding a sultry expression behind lowered eyelids and courteous words, and drops the set of wings closest to you until the soft ends are caressing the top of your head.
If you think his touch is gentle, you’re wrong. You can’t even take two steps before his other set of wings blocks your way and engulfs you in black silk and thin tendrils of light. You look up, frowning without any real complain, but nothing comes out of your mouth. His hair is wet, glued to his forehead, and the red in his eyes contrast nicely against his pale skin. He is taking his sweet time studying every feature in your face, but it isn’t until thunder startles you and you collide with his wing when you try and take a step back that you realize what’s happening.
He’s protecting you from the rain and the cold, yes, but he’s also caging you with him, keeping you close in his own conditions. There’s a hint of ownership in the way he holds your elbows and makes you place your hands on his chest, and in the curl his wings form around your body.
You’re under his control, and he wants you to know that.
Mammon isn’t one for violence, but he’ll teach anyone a lesson anytime of the day if that means he can get your attention. You’re minding your business and some guy talked shit to you? Guess who’s in his face sizing him up for a brawl. There’s a girl from RAD who pushed you out of the way after the bell rang? She won’t even look at you in the eye anymore. One of the customers at Hell’s Kitchen is trying to eat you? They won’t be able to eat solids after he’s done with them.
And when one of the patrons at the casino tries to feel up your skirt when you’re leaning over the roulette wheel?
He won’t let you see anything, in the sense that he’s too fast for your human eyes to process what’s happening, but you can hear the thump of a body colliding against the table with brutal force and the sickening crunch of bones breaking in response. One moment, there is someone beside you, and the next, they’re trembling at your feet, moaning in pain and mumbling incoherencies.
You know something is seriously wrong with you, when, instead of feeling nausea at the sight of blood and misplaced limbs, you get giddy with excitement and expectation.
Mammon is standing right in front of you, forever beautiful in his demon form. His white markings point down, directly where his belt rests low on his hips, and you wish you could trace it with your fingers. You wish you could undo the belts around his ribs, too, and feel the beating of his heart amidst the violence. Pull him towards you by his high collar, right next to that trembling body that’s rapidly losing consciousness.
You get distracted from your own filth only when his wings start shaking from contained energy, making drops of blood fall off the boney spikes.
He has never let you touch those spikes, endearingly calling you weird for trying, but the only thing you’re thinking about right now is how your tongue would feel if you licked their length. Would they puncture? Would they slit?
Judging by his open-wide eyes and his laboured breath, you can tell he wants to let you figure that out too.
You would never expect anything over the top from sweet Leviathan. He has always preferred to explore your friendship in private moments: in the inside jokes only you two understand and in the genuine vulnerability that blooms when you are alone. Besides, he doesn’t think he deserves your recognition and your appreciative eyes more than any of his brothers do to begin with, so of course he would wait until he had you in his room to take a chance on his advances.
You’re both playing Devil Kart on the floor, sharing a blanket and using pillows to cushion your heads, when you notice something slender slithering towards you under the covers. Your body tenses on instinct, thinking he got another snake and didn’t tell you, and he does the exact same; the unknown tendril stops in its tracks, his face turns pink, and understanding fills you. It takes a quick glance out of the corner of your eye to figure out he’s in his demon form, but it’s easy to relax again and slide down as a sign of surrender, hoping he gets the hint.
Not smiling once his tail resumes its path it’s almost impossible.
It starts by grabbing your ankle (and it almost feels innocent, like those times you hold each other’s hands when there’s a crowd), but it doesn’t take too long until it’s sliding up your leg, letting your skin get used to the smoothness of his scales. They’re slightly cold and humid, but not wet. It clashes nicely against the warmth radiating from your body, and you get goosebumps when you notice the tip sneaking under the hem of your shorts, as if asking for permission.
The race in the TV abruptly comes to an end. You’re 12th. He’s 9th. It’s an obvious stain in his record, but, judging by his feverish look, he doesn’t care about the game at all.
“Can you control the whole length?” you ask in a trivial manner, like you’re just being curious about another part of his body.
“Yeah” he chokes out. His voice is quiet, but not weak, and it sets you on fire.
Before you open your mouth again, his tail withdraws and travels downwards, closing around your ankle securely. He tugs you towards him, hesitantly, and your legs open ever so slightly.
