#om x reader

[melodiesz]

Tears ༄

⋆˚꩜.• How they react when you come to them crying Incl. luci, mammon, levi, satan, asmo, beel, belphie (gn!r)

LUCIFER

☔︎︎ When you come into his study with a puffy face and teary eyes he immediately stops whatever he was doing, setting down the papers he was working on and standing up to make his way over to you.

⛆ He takes you in his arms, rubbing your back until your sniffles quiet. He’s ready to lend an ear if you want to talk, but if you just needed his presence to calm down he’ll make you comfy on the ottoman in his office, the rhythmic sound of pen on paper calming to the nerves.

☔︎︎ He will also make you tea, something calming with hints of rosemary or anything else you like, and will play one of his many records to fill the room with the soft instrumental — really just anything he can do to stop that look of pain on your face that he would never admit hurts him more than anything.

MAMMON

⛆ When he gets a text from you, a dry, short “come” that could mean practically anything, he wastes no time in immediately bursting through your door like he was announcing his presence to a ballroom full of people.

☔︎︎ “I swear if you turned y’self into a rat again—!”

⛆ His face drops when he sees you curled up in your bed, tears flowing down your cheeks. He instantly moves to you — sitting beside you to hold your tear-covered face and wipe them away. His heart shatters as you curl into his chest when he hugs you, and he immediately starts whispering reassurances as his grip on you tightens.

☔︎︎ “If anyone else ever makes ya cry again, you tell me! The Great Mammon will take care of them,” he boasts, trying to sound proud but you quickly catch on to how his voice wavers like he’s about to cry too. He can’t help it! his worst nightmare is seeing you upset; he'd rather go bankrupt 10x over.

LEVIATHAN

⛆ It’s late when he hears rushed knocking at his door — and he goes to ask for the password as always, figuring it’s Lucifer telling him to get some sleep before until he hears sniffling.

☔︎︎ Then a sob — specifically the sound of you sobbing. He immediately shuts off his game and gets up, opening the door only to be hugged by you. He freezes up, a thousand thoughts running through his head like m/c is crying, why is m/c crying? what do I do? what do I say?! ⛆ He offers to get one of his brothers for you, unsure why you chose to come to him for comfort. When he hears your protest muffled against his sweater he can’t help but blush, mustering up all his courage to wrap his arms around you instead of just standing there awkwardly.

☔︎︎ He’ll offer to play games or watch something with you to take your mind off it, and will even get you comfortable in his tub bed so you can just watch him game to calm down to the sounds of clicking and water swishing as Henry 2.0 blowed bubbles at you in his tank.

SATAN

⛆ When you come into his room an entire stack of books gets knocked down by the door. He curses, rushing to make sure none landed on your foot or anything when he notices the tears in your eyes.

☔︎︎ He asks a hundred questions at once, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe your tears and now really panicking that his disorganized mess of a room had hurt you. When he realizes you were already crying he calms a little, offering to read to you until you calm down, get bored, or fall asleep. Either way, he just wants to see those tears stop.

⛆ He understands how hard it can be to come down from harsh emotions alone, so he doesn’t hesitate to lead you through the masses of stacked books to get you comfy on his bed. He will rub at your back for hours if you want, his gentle voice soothing.

“You tell me who did this to you and they’re gone.”

ASMODEUS

☔︎︎ He doesn’t hear you come into his bathroom at first, too distracted singing along to the music he was blasting as he applied different expensive products to his face. When he finally notices you he gasps and rushes over, holding your face and clicking his tongue at how red your eyes were.

⛆ He’s rushing around the room like a chicken without a head, doing so many things at once that you’re distracted for a moment with how confused you are. Only when you hear the rush of water into the tub do you realize what he’s doing — tossing miscellaneous products into the water that you notice are all your favourite scent.

☔︎︎ While that’s running he’ll sit you down at his vanity, applying a balm over your eyes to help with swelling — cooing the time in a way that should feel derogatory but you know is sweet. “You know, crying makes your eyelashes longer.” He bats his own just to see you laugh before pressing kisses to your eyelids.

BEELZEBUB

⛆ He’s in the kitchen on one of his many midnight fridge raids when he hears your footsteps and turns to see the tears on your cheeks reflected in the dim light. He stops mid bite, setting the snack down to hold his arms out to you.

☔︎︎ Hugging him is like hugging a bear — a warm, comforting embrace that you could never take for granted. He grabs the snack off the counter and offers it to you, letting go momentarily to make you a warm, welcoming cup of hot cocoa or anything else to help you relax.

⛆ If all you want is him he’s happy to just stay there holding you for as long as you need, or if you’re up for it will take you for a walk in the garden, the sound of wind and his footsteps next to yours grounding you as you look up at the sky together.

BELPHEGOR

☔︎︎ To be honest, he isn’t completely sure what to do at first. He isn’t the best with other’s emotions, and he silently panics when he sees you sad and isn’t sure what to do — only knowing that he hates seeing you in pain and needs to stop it.

⛆ His first response is, of course, to cuddle with you, holding you close as you sob against him. His tail wraps around you, fluffy end curling up to wipe away the stray tears and purposefully tickling you just to see you laugh. ☔︎︎ He takes you to the planetarium, laying with you as he points to stars and crakes his time explaining each and every one you ask about — his low voice nearly lulling you to sleep and making you forget all about what was troubling you.

a/n: this was so cute to write! first post in a while, hope you guys enjoy! sorry for barely any posts, motiv is low but your sweet comments help more than you know!! love u all <3

[ladyjade]

Hey... do you plan on making more twt links of mammon??? Just curious

⋆⭒˚.⋆TWITTER LINKS PT. 3*ੈ✩‧₊˚

IF THIS WASN’T OBVIOUS ENOUGH, THIS IS A NSFW LINKS THAT TAKES YOU TO TWITTER. DO NOT COME CRYING “omg! Guys it sends you to porn links on Tw!!” IK, THATS THE POINT

enjoy your scraps, noonie🙂‍↔️🫶LOL. If this posts meets you, it’s your sign to gamble and goon, trust (PLS DONT😭) poc links are included!

── .✦ Mammon holding you close, nose buried into your neck, enjoying himself in your scent ✶

── .✦ size kink <3 ✶

── .✦ folding you in half to where he reaches deeper than before ✶

── .✦ watching his cock glide in and out of your sopping pussy ✶

── .✦ two hands holding onto your asscheek firmly, thrusting you up and down his cock. mammon has to let you know how good you feel around him, moaning into your ear ✶

── .✦ fucking you up and down his cock, your tits pressed against his face ✶

── .✦ intimate sex is Mammon’s favorite, being able to fuck and kiss you ✶

── .✦ making each other feel good ✶

── .✦ eating you out ✶

── .✦ face down, ass up ✶

[marshmelow]

Solomon x Reader

Smut up ahead!

"Hm? Is there something you need?" Solomon speaks—hand on his device with his other on your waist.

You don't know how long the two of you have gone at it, but you swore it was long enough to the point the brothers have taken notice. No doubt searching you all over the place and having missed calls and unread messages on your D.D.D.

You can hear Solomon calling out your name. "Have I seen them? Not that I recall..." You stifle a whimper when Solomons stilled hips started moving again then put your hand over your mouth to silence the noises from it.

The caller and Solomon kept talking back and forth as you tried your best beneath him to keep quiet. But this attempt seemed to be futile as Solomon delivers a powerful thrust making you moan loudly. This time, you can hear a distinct voice from the caller.

"Wait is that...? You... You damn sorcerer!"

"Whoops." Solomon simply said and pressed the call end button and threw the device somewhere else.

You whine when he delves into you deeper and comes in close contact with his chest on your back, his voice right next to your ear.

"Seems like we got caught."

Solomon thrusts into you with wild abandon while hitting that spot that makes you see stars.

"Let's get back to where we were, shall we?"

Afterwards, you couldn't remember much other than the seemingly never-ending pleasure he delivers to your body.

[rae-writes]

if you could do r trying on a new pheromone perfume and the brothers (separately) are js like 👁️👁️ and suddenly pounces on them and readers js so confused you’d literally be godsent😫

(my inspiration was that one Rafayel scene from lds-)

suggestive || bonus characters bc harem || whether or not Mc knew it was pheromone perfume is up for debate || 1.k wc

Lucifer pauses for a brief second while not faltering in what he was doing, subtly trying to detect the cause of the scent invading every sense of his. He's one of the quickest to figure it out, eyes darkening as he empties his hands before gripping your waist and pulling you as close as physically possible; his face is in your neck before you can even blink and you both stay like that for a moment before he's silently tugging you to wherever he can sit down with you on top of him

Mammon's head snaps up so fast it almost hurts, eyes zeroing in on you. He knows where the scent is coming from, but he just doesn't understand why you suddenly smell even better than usual...he ain't shy as he slides his fingers over your wrist, up your forearm, going until he's caressing the slope of your neck. His breathing is shaky and his voice cracks a little when he whispers how intoxicated you're making him feel. He's got you laid down against the closest flat surface so he can run his hands over you, nose buried against the underside of your jaw as he breathes you in until he's damn near drunk off it

Levi's tail acts faster than he does, curling around your thighs and yanking you closer before he catches up with the action. His embarrassment is cut off when he finally registers the smell, too, and suddenly his face is red for a different reason. He'll fire off a million questions, adding his own jumbled thoughts in between, subconsciously latching every possible limb around you; his face is buried against your chest, fangs accidentally brushing the skin as he stutters out apologies, but doesn't stop

Satan perks up much like a cat, intense blue-green hues staring you down like he's ready to actually pounce. He approaches slowly, trying to figure out the source of your new scent on the way over, but ultimately decides to bury himself against you— your neck, chest, shoulder, nape— breathily asking what you were doing to him. He feels like he's been drugged, almost like a feline with catnip, but it's so dizzily good that he can't complain. Drags you off to where no one will be able to find you, so that your scent won't find anyone but him

Asmo is giddy the second he catches a wiff, easily pinpointing the reason for your scent change, and the exact listing of the brand you used. He's shameless as he requests a thorough product review, rubbing his frame up against yours as he holds you from behind, eyes peering over your shoulder with a bright pink hue. Cheekily insists that you’re better off without so many clothes on, wanting your scent to rub off on him so you can match (and so he can smell it for the rest of the day).

Beel is confused when the food in his mouth isn’t tasting as good as it should. The scent invades his nose, making his eyes search for what has to be a delicious source, only to find you instead of something edible. He’s all over you, mumbling out apologies and that he doesn’t know what’s gotten into him, asking won’t you please let him just…be near you? He trails after you like a puppy, not really sure why you’re captivating his entire being with just your smell. His mouth eventually finds your neck, nibbling and sucking as he tries to get a ‘taste’ of that scent.

Belphie, while unwilling to get up out of his spot, is instantly at attention with eyes following you around the room. He’ll whine and complain until he’s got you at his side, trapping you in his arms and against his lounging form. He’s almost tense, as he inhales that new scent, like a ram waiting to charge. His tone is lazy and drawn out, but tinged with a need that he’s confused about, yet so willing to dive into. He’s surrounded by you, literally and figuratively, as he keeps you tight in his arms, not above begging to get his way.

Diavolo is so fucking clueless, wide eyes blinking up at you almost innocently as he asks if you were wearing a new perfume. He finds himself inching closer to you, gaze never leaving your figure for long— a gaze that get darker and more lidded as time passes. He’s still clueless as ever, yet doesn’t mind the mystery since he’s always willing for an excuse to be with you. His cheeks are flushed and his touch a tad hesitant, but it all flies out the window when you allow him to bury his face against your abdomen, kneeling on the floor, letting his mind swim.

Barbatos takes one glance at you after catching on to the scent and knows, but unlike the pudding incident when he fled the scene, he’s coiling you up with his tail and keeping you impossibly close, unwilling to let anyone have you this time. Unabashedly, his nose is trailing along the slope of your neck, lips brushing the skin as he places slow kisses over all the right spots. Whether or not he does or doesn’t have time to spare, he’s whisking you away and trapping you against his frame, almost begging you to let him be selfish and improper as he inhales your scent with an abandon that would usually make him pause; he can forgive himself, if it’s because of you, unwilling to let go of this opportunity at your eager answer of ‘yes’.

Mephisto almost trips as he passes you by in the hallways of RAD, whirling around to gape at you rather dumbly. Stubbornly fights the urge to follow you for all of thirty seconds before he’s trailing after you with urgency. Manages to simply walk alongside you and keep polite small talk just until you’re both out of eyesight, because then he’s pulling you towards him and groaning, asking what the hell you thought you were doing walking around other demons while smelling so good. It’s a struggle to keep a dignified facade when he’s rushing you down the corridor— but once he gets you in a room, it’s all crumbling as he latches his lips to your neck’s pulse point. The Newspaper Club’s office is closed until further notice.

Solomon doesn’t really register the smell at first, both because it’s more subtle for humans, and because he was playing around with various potions— but once he did catch the smell after you’d gotten closer, he’s swiping everything to the side and placing you on the table instead. He is allll over you, not even hiding the flush on his cheeks as he inhales your scent; practically panting in the crook of your neck. Apologizes if you had something planned later, because he’s keeping you for the rest of the day, wanting to experiment with your new perfume. He knows he’s being overly touchy and a…bit desperate, but just indulge in his whims, yeah?

Simeon’s pretty sure that his heart was going to beat straight out of his chest. He couldn’t understand why he felt so warm and fuzzy all the sudden, but had a feeling it was probably because of you (because only you could make him feel this way). Shyly asks if he could sit closer to you, pleasantly surprised when you tug his head to rest in your lap. His fingers lift your shirt up just enough for him to press his nose against a sliver of skin, face buried against your stomach as his hands grip and massage your thighs. Genuinely content to just lay there and let your scent consume him, though he won’t argue if you ask to help him out.

Raphael…thinks he’s sick. Which is odd, because he hasn’t been sick in a few centuries, but then again..you make him feel…odd. Which is why he walked straight up to you and flat out asked if you were doing it on purpose— why did you smell so good? Why was it making him like this?? He’ll have to be guided, your hand leading both of his to your hips, his head tucking into your neck. He’s still confused, but more than willing to investigate. You’re so..enchanting…he can make idle complaints all day long, but he refuses to let go of you now. He likes how it feels. And he likes the way you react to him.

[m0rn1ngstar0664]

Hi! I don’t know if this counts as a fan fic idea (you can ignore it if it doesn’t work!) but I was wondering if you could write something about how the boys would react if they found MC crying? Like it could be crying because of one of the boys or something else. Mammon causes me a lot of tears and I always wondered what the others would do and am curious to hear what someone else’s thoughts would be! =D

I recently found your blog and am in love with your writing!

Thank you so so much for even just reading this!

<3 Saori

Oooh I like this idea! A little angst is always fun to write, especially if it's the brothers causing it.

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☁︎⋅ How the Demon Brothers React to MC Crying Because of Them💔

Synopsis: You had gotten into an argument with one of the brothers that resulted in a few hurtful words hurled at you on accident, sometimes you storm off just as angry, but when they find you, they see you in tears, immediately feeling regretful.

CW: Harsh words, heartache, crying, slightly suicidal themes and lesson 16 mention in Belphie's part

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Lucifer:

💧 Lucifer was doing his nightly rounds and checking to see if his brothers were actually in their rooms. Other than the usual music playing from Mammon or Levi's room, nothing was out of the ordinary. At least until he didn't see you in your room. He was both irritated and panicking internally.

💧 He's checking everywhere from the attic, basement, his study, or even outside. But there he sees you huddled in the deepest part of the planetarium, covering your face so he doesn't see you. The argument was just something petty about making sure you were focused on your studies and not just fooling around.

💧 It escalated from you simply standing your ground to him calling calling you things such as stubborn, neglectful, and ignorant to your studies. It was a long day and with Lucifer's pride, he couldn't bring himself to apologize to you right there despite knowing he didn't mean it.

💧 But as he sees you still upset after the argument, he immediately caves, moving to kneel in front of you. Lucifer's hand rests on your shoulder as he swallows. "I... I apologize, MC. I should've took it back the moment I said it. No, I should've never called you that in the first place."

💧 He doesn't say anything, knowing he doesn't deserve forgiveness for calling you all those words. If you forgive him, he lets out a deep sigh of relief, pulling you into a hug and promising to make it up with you, starting with sleeping with you the rest of the night. If you still can't forgive him, Lucifer won't be angry, only understanding and letting you go back to bed when you feel like it.

Mammon:

💧 You two were just arguing about him disappearing randomly on another trip to a casino. Mammon swore he didn't lose any money, but it was hard to tell the truth from the lies he seemed to have memorized in case of an interrogation like this.

💧 In a fit of immaturity and anger, Mammon nearly cusses you out, calling you controlling and high maintenance. It almost felt like he accused you of having trust issues. You were in shock, furrowing your brow and storming out of his room.

💧 Mammon groans in frustration and relief that you "backed down", spending the rest of the day to himself. He thought he'd be happier outside shopping or socializing with others, but after realizes he was only trying to distract himself.

💧 At night, he's tossing and turning, now finally realizing the severity of the words he said out of defensiveness. Mammon could feel his heart physically ache at the state you'd be in right now because of him. It was never supposed to be him, he was your caretaker and the first demon you had to trust. He jumps out of bed, heading into your room with glistening eyes.

💧 He almost full on sobs seeing you wiping your eyes with your sleeve. Mammon runs over and wraps his arms around you, crying into your shoulder and apologizing profusely.

💧 "M's-so sorry, MC, I didn't mean it, y'know- hic I was just mad! Yeah! That was it! I d-didn't mean anything!" Mammon cries, his heart broken at your state. He soon lets go of you to head downstairs, grabbing your favourite snacks and coming back up to bargain for your forgiveness with his cuddles and snacks. He spends the whole night with you, clinging to you tighter than he had to any form of money ever.

Leviathan:

💧 Levi was rarely one to raise his voice, especially at you. And if he did, he's apologizing so much that he ends up crying more than you. According to him, he thought you were pestering him constantly. In reality, he was way too absorbed in the latest RPG that came out that he nearly forgot important days like a date you had scheduled.

💧 After a few days, you finally snapped and told him to stop playing the game. He accused you of not being supportive of him for finding another passion and said that you should get out of his room if you weren't going to be nice to him. Before you could leave, Levi immediately backs down and stands up.

💧 With tears welling up in his eyes, he grips your shoulders and begs for your forgiveness, realizing that he was overreacting and that you weren't. When he looks at your face and sees you crying as well, Levi starts sobbing. He immediately deletes the game and squeezes you tight, begging for your forgiveness.

💧 The fact that he was never one to get so angry at you made his words hit much harder than anything else. Leviathan is aware of that as well, which is why he feels like he broke your trust permanently. He binges your favourite shows with you and does everything in his power to prove that he loves you and would never hurt you like that again.

Satan:

💧 It was something so trivial and stupid and it wasn't even your fault. He was having a bad day and he knew the only way to calm himself down without causing destruction was to read, it was the safest way to him and for everyone else. When you knock, you don't hear an answer as Satan was getting invested in the story.

💧 When you open the door with a look of concern, Satan scowls and almost immediately snaps. "What are you doing?! Get the hell out!" He barely even registers your face as he slams the door shut, leaving you on the other side of the door, confused and upset. You avoid him the rest of the day, not knowing what you did to deserve an outburst like that.

💧 Meanwhile, he had the guilt building up in him that he just took his anger out on you. Satan connects the dots when he noticed that there was no voice on the other side of the door or another attempt to get in, which was common for his brothers to do. By then, it was already past dinner time and you were nowhere to be seen.

💧 That's when he sees you in your room trying to sleep, but he heard you sniffling quietly and trying not to make any noise. His heart dropped, feeling both guilt and anger towards himself for letting his bad day possibly ruin your perception of him entirely.

💧 Satan knows not to approach you immediately as you might've been angry with him as well, so he leaves momentarily to go into the garden, picking up one of the kittens from the shelter and coming back. He tells you that he's incredibly sorry with a broken voice, feeling his own tears of frustration with himself well up. He passes you the kitten to cradle and if you allow him, he'll wrap his arms around you and swear he'll never yell at you like that again.

Asmodeus:

💧 Asmo was never the type to get seriously angry, especially not with you. But he can get a little impatient when he's trying to do people's nails and makeup. While he was doing your nails to match his, you must've moved a little too much because he huffed, his voice getting a bit high-pitched as he scolded you once again, not wanting to do your nails anymore. He screwed the nail polish up back into the bottle and turned away.

💧 Hearing that from Asmodeus who was so excited to paint your nails and touch up your appearance before going out was pretty... heart wrenching. You stand, nodding in understanding as you murmur a quiet apology before exiting his room. Asmo sighs softly as he tries to regain his composure, too worried about being upset. When he looks back, he felt his mood sour again when you're not there.

💧 He's quick to look for you everywhere, your room, the library, planetarium, even the attic. But you were nowhere to be found. He heard your quiet apology but you both knew that was to hide the tremble in your voice. Soon, Asmodeus wanders into the garden to see you near the flower beds, curled up as you sobbed into your knees.

💧 In an instant, he was by your side and wrapping his arms around you, shushing you gently. "I'm so sorry, MC, I didn't mean to yell at you or be upset!" His voice was sweet and apologetic, and you can hear the sincere guilt in his tone. He kisses your forehead multiple times, trying not to cry as well. Asmo compares the flowers to you for a moment, saying how they're affected by the mood.

💧 He plucks a flower and tucks it behind your ear, then plucks out another one and tucks it behind his own ear. "See? We don't need matching nails to look cute together. But I promise I can be patient for you, sweetie. Do you want to try again?"

Beelzebub:

💧 Oh, it was extremely rare for Beel to raise his voice at you out of all people. The only time I can think of him ever being angry was if he was going through a hunger pang where he can barely even think rationally anymore. And that was a one-in-a-lifetime event that you weren't supposed to witness.

💧 He was hungry and couldn't think much, all he remembered was sternly telling you to get out while you were in the kitchen so he could grab something to satiate his hunger. But as he ate, he still couldn't feel full. He continued eating. And eating. And nothing. Beel was starting to realize that he was eating to get rid of the guilt of yelling at you.

💧 Beelzebub is quick to search for you and once he finds you in your room feeling hurt and confused with tears stemming your eyes, his winces, his heart feeling physically torn. He pulls you into a giant hug, squeezing you tight accidentally until you gasp and have to get him to loosen his grip. He apologizes profusely, constantly having the "kicked puppy" expression etched onto his face whenever he looks at you.

💧 He's very quick to give up his snacks to you and offer you anything else. Even if you were still upset with him, Beel didn't want to leave you alone because he knows the consequences of leaving someone hurt deal with it in ways that wasn't healthy at all.

Belphegor:

💧 After lesson 16, Belphie was also someone who wouldn't yell at a loved one without a good reason, or at least what he thinks a good reason is. He's extremely protective of his brothers and you, not wanting to see you or Beel hurt, especially. You must've gotten in trouble that could've resulted in serious injury, even death. He was crying first, unsure if it was out of fear of losing you or anger at you for even risking your life like that.

💧 Belphie was in his demon form, rambling about how careless you are and how it was like you didn't even value your life. He even makes a harsh comment that you didn't seem to care about how he felt. How Beelzebub felt. He didn't go as far as to call you selfish, but with his angry tone, he might as well have called you selfish.

💧 When he stops rambling and wiping his eyes, he sees you looking down before leaving the room, slamming the door. Belphegor couldn't tell if he was hurt at you rejecting him like that or upset that he hurt you even further. But he knew he had to wait before approaching you again. It's no secret that he was like this because of losing his sister, but the idea of you being that close to death both scared and pissed him off even more. As if he doesn't still feel the guilt after killing you, after you freed him from his prison.

💧 He finds you in the attic, the anger wiping off his face entirely when he sees you with tears in your eyes. It takes him a while to approach you, his hands weakly reaching out to grab your shoulders. Belphie manages to croak out an apology with a shaky voice, not knowing what came over him for him to yell at you like that. He apologizes immensely after he gains his voice again, now terrified of letting go of you.

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Haven't written angst in a while and it's pretty fun but I need to get the hang of it again. So sorry if they appeared as ooc at any time (╥﹏╥)

[b0kevi]

don’t get it twisted | obey me smau

summary: twisting your partner’s words to rage bait them

trope: smau, crack, sillies, smidge of angst, bit suggestive

info: i saw a haikyu tiktok of this :3 gn reader, ref reader as ‘woman’ once but its more of the phrase ‘other woman’ the date are meant to be read receipts but idk how that works on this app..

characters: lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor (diavolo mentioned)

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lucifer

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levi

satan

asmo

beel

belphie

[kira-fluff]

thinking about sitting on the couch post-movie with mammon.

mammon tenatively rests his head on your lap, his gaze at last meeting your eyes. which was simultaneously the worst and best decision he ever made. because, dammit, your eyes are so. fucking. beautiful. despite his desire to spend the rest of his life looking at you - only you - he finds his eyes closing in relaxation as you quietly hum.

his eyes don't stay closed for long. you absently card your fingers through his silvery hair, and he lets out a moan. open-mouthed. head tilted back. eyes still closed. eyebrows raised, meeting in the middle in pure bliss.

his eyes shoot open, staring at you wide eyed. you briefly stop your ministrations, just as shocked at his reaction. and he is SO. EMBARRASSED. so, he turns his head, averting his gaze. but he turned to the wrong side, and now his mouth is centimeters away from your crotch.

in his attempt to remove himself, he scrambles and falls off the couch, slamming against the floor. he stares at you in horror, sitting up with his hands against the carpet, breathing heavily, face flushed bright red.

you stare at each other, completely silenced.

then, you let out a laugh, your eyes shinning brightly. you try to cover your mouth, but you know there's no point.

mammon sputters incredulously. "s-stop laughin'! 's not funny!"

you only laugh harder, falling off the couch yourself in your fit of hilarity.

despite his slight displeasure in your amusement, he can't help but tilt his head and smile.

you're his everything, don't you know?

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a/n: trying something a little different with a short little imagine. hope you guys like it 💕

[mystictimemachinedream]

No Mercy

a/n: Damn, I haven't posted in a while but I finally had some ideas. This was just a filthy idea that came to me lmao. I should be posting another fic soon enough but it will be much longer than this.

Leviathan x Reader.

Cw: Rough Sex, Jealous!Levi, Possessiveness, Double Penetration, Degradation, Choking, Dumbification, Levi having two dicks, Creampies, Fem!reader, kinda OOC.

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You had no idea how you ended up like this—on your hands and knees, your back arched so obscenely deep that your ass was high in the air, presenting like some desperate bitch in heat. You’d been like this for what felt like hours, stuffed full of two thick cocks, stretched beyond reason, your cunt clinging to them greedily despite not knowing how the hell they even fit in the first place. But they did—oh, they did—and now, they dragged against your slick, gooey walls, each thrust sending pleasure-cracked lightning through your body. One thick, blunt cock nudged mercilessly against your sweet spot while the other rammed into your cervix over and over, a punishing rhythm that left you shaking and delirious, every nerve in your body reduced to raw sensation.

The filthy plap! plap! of skin against skin echoed through the room, mingling with your ragged moans. Every thrust sent Leviathan’s heavy balls smacking against your swollen clit, the impact making your toes curl, your body shudder. It felt too good—too much. Your eyes rolled back as you drooled onto the floor, your body strung tight between pleasure and unbearable need.

“L-Levi! I-it’s—ah!—too much!” You whimpered, weakly trying to crawl forward, your trembling hands dragging uselessly and pathetically against the smooth floor. But you barely made it an inch before he growled, his long, serpentine tail snapping around your waist like a vice.

With a sharp yank, he hauled you back hard onto his cocks, impaling you deeper, stealing the breath from your lungs. Your vision blurred with white-hot pleasure as he bottomed out, stuffing you so full your cunt spasmed around the thick intrusion, making you choke on a broken scream.

“But it wasn’t too much when you were acting like a little slut around Belphie, huh?” Leviathan spat, his voice laced with venom. One clawed hand cracked down onto your ass—

SMACK!

A high-pitched mewl ripped from your throat as your abused cunt clenching down around him like a vice, milking him without even meaning to. His rhythm never faltered—deep, ruthless strokes that had your thighs quivering, your mind unraveling at the edges. Your mind scrambled, barely able to grasp what he was talking about—Belphie?

Vaguely, you remembered the youngest brother trying to tug you down for a nap, how you’d squirmed away, desperately refusing because you knew how Leviathan got. As much as he was the awkward, blushing otaku who stammered at the mere mention of holding hands, he was also the Avatar of Envy. And when that envy took hold of him?

He fucked you like the demon that he was, like he needed to carve his claim into your body, brand you from the inside out.

And fuck, it was always so hot.

“I-I—ngh!—didn’t d-do anything,” you moaned, only to yelp when Levi yanked your head back by your hair, exposing your throat, forcing your back into an even deeper arch. His cocks drove into you even harder, your walls stretching around him in helpless surrender. You swore you could feel him in your throat with how impossibly deep he was.

“Didn’t do anything? That w-wasn’t—ah!—an apology, you fucking whore,” Leviathan sneered, his sweaty indigo bangs plastered to his forehead, coral horns gleaming under the ethereal blue glow of his massive fish tank. Henry 2.0 swam lazily in the background, oblivious to the debauchery taking place in front of him.

The creamy mess at the base of his cocks was proof of how many times he had already wrung you dry—how many times he had forced your spent cunt to cum, again and again, until you were nothing more than a twitching, babbling wreck.

Another sharp tug on your hair made you cry out, his claws digging deep into your waist. He was always so mean when he fucked you like this, so cruel. You knew if you didn’t apologize properly, he’d break you completely—fuck you until you passed out, just to prove a point. It only made your cunt clench even more tightly around his cocks at the thought.

When he changed his pace, slowing just enough to make you feel every thick vein, every ridge, your forehead dropped against the cool floor. You drooled messily onto it, shuddering, your pupils practically heart-shaped at the change in pace. He pulled out almost completely, leaving just the fat, leaking heads stretching your entrance, before driving all the way in again, burying himself to the base, grinding deep. The pressure against your cervix made your breath hitch, made your walls squeeze around him in helpless spasms. His tail still kept your hips up, ass high in the air, forcing you to take everything he gave you.

“‘M-‘m sorry! I-I won’t—f-fuck—do it again!” you sobbed, voice breaking into little hiccupping cries. Another deep, merciless grind had you gasping, his cocks stretching you so wide it felt like they were reshaping your insides. “I-I’ll be g-good!”

At your pathetic little plea, Leviathan’s cocks throbbed, the tight heat of your desperate little cunt making him groan. He leaned forward, pressing his sweaty, overheated chest against your back, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as his long fingers abandoned your hair in favor to sliding down—

Oh.

Oh.

A keening whimper tore from your throat as his thumb pressed down, circling your swollen, aching bud in tight, merciless motions. Your cunt instantly clamped down, gripping him in a desperate, needy vice. Fuck—fuck—just that and the slow, deliberate grind of his hips had you teetering on the edge.

“I-I can feel you tightening up,” Levi panted, his breath hot against your ear. His normally pale cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, his sunset-colored eyes glowing orange with predatory hunger. His thumb pressed down harder, faster, dragging you toward the inevitable. “Gonna make a mess on my cocks again, huh?”

Your toes curled. Your eyes rolled. You tried to rock back against him, to get him to pound you again, but his tail kept you trapped. You whined, needy, desperate.

“L-Levi! M-more—ahn!—I n-need more!”

The groan he let out was pure filth, low and breathless. His breath tickled your ear as he dragged his tongue along the shell before pulling back again. You whimpered when his fingers left your clit, but before you could protest, his hands clamped around your waist and—

He slammed into you.

“You were just whining that it was too much, and now you want more?” Leviathan panted, voice rough. “I-I guess—s-shit—I shouldn’t expect anything less from a cock-hungry little slut like you.”

His heavy balls slammed against your clit again, the wet plap! plap! echoing through the room, so obscene you would’ve blushed if you had a single thought left in your fucked-out brain. The sound of your sloppy cunt sucking him in, taking both of his cocks to the root, was filthy. It only made you get wetter, made your slick drip down your thighs, messy and wanton.

One of his hands released your waist and snaked up—

Around your throat.

Your high-pitched squeal turned into something closer to a gargled sob as his grip tightened just enough, the pressure sending you careening straight over the edge. Your body trembled violently, your walls spasming around his cocks, milking them greedily as you gushed, slick dripping down your trembling thigh. Your mind blanked, drowned in white-hot euphoria. You weren’t even sure what you were saying anymore, just slurred, broken babbles of his name.

Leviathan let out a guttural moan, his grip tightening as he slammed into you one last time—twice—before burying himself deep and cumming.

Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your already abused cunt, making you tremble as the heat pooled inside you. He didn’t stop, didn’t pull out—just rocked his hips lazily, fucking his seed even deeper, filling you until you overflowed.

You barely twitched when his tail gently flipped you onto your back, legs spread, his cum already beginning to leak from your wrecked cunt. You expected him to be back to his awkward, flustered self—to stammer out apologies for being so rough, to blush and look away like he always did.

But your breath hitched when you looked up at him.

He was still in his demon form, his tail flicking idly, those glowing sunset eyes fixed on you like prey. His cocks—still hard—were glistening with his own release, drooling more thick strands onto your already ruined entrance.

Fuck.

“I thought we were done. I already apologized,” you murmured, voice shaky—though your traitorous thighs spread wider in silent invitation. Your twitchy, leaking cunt clenched around nothing, desperate for him to fill it again.

Leviathan’s lips curled, his tail coiling possessively around your waist. He took both of his cocks in one hand and—

Pap! Pap! Pap!

He slapped your soaked, needy cunt with the heavy, leaking heads, making you jolt, slick spilling even more in anticipation.

“It wasn’t good enough,” he murmured, voice dangerously low. “You need to give me a better apology.”

Leviathan was definitely going to fuck you unconscious.

Again.