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Uhhh send kinktober requests

I’m accepting up to 50, and I’ll write them as thirsts

Then I’ll make them into one shots

Here is my current to-do list:

Get requests

Wait for October

Write out all of these

Finish that one simeon request

Turn them all into full oneshots

Literally everything else I have to do but writing smut takes priority over irl responsibilities /hj

Here is the info on requests

I will write 400-800 words for each thirst

After, I will write usually 1000-3000 words for a oneshot, 2500 being my current record for a request I ended up dropping on a different website under a different name so don’t look for me

I will write anything that isn’t pedophelia, piss, scat, organ play, and straight up non-con (dub-com and cnc are ok tho)

I’m looking for as many requests as possible, because I might do some of them after kinktober is over

Anyways, please request I’m desperate

Kinktober 2022

Bound by fate(2)

a/n: Last chapter, thank you for those that have liked or reblogged my story. I really needed more Dom!Levi stories and this is how the story ended up turning out.

Leviathan x MC. Hints of Mammon x MC, Belphegor x MC and maybe Simeon x MC.

Cw: Smut, Dom!Levi, kinda Yandere!Levi(he talks about locking you up), Jealous!Levi, a bit of degradation(the words slut and whore are used), Claiming Marks, Scenting, Mates, some Non-con(Belphie scents and pins you down without consent), Levi having one dick(sorry) Fem!MC, Angel!MC, kinda ooc.

First Part

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Two months had already passed, and Leviathan barely left his room, going out of his way to avoid you the few times he did. In response, you would leave food at his door when he missed a meal. It had become a frustrating routine, one that seemed to have no end in sight.

No matter how many times you knocked, he either ignored you or told you to go away, but not once did he open the door.

You sighed as you thought things over. You weren’t sure what else to do. Truthfully, you wished you could try to get him to open the door more often, but his brothers constantly wanted your attention, or you had to visit Purgatory Hall. You felt a warm sense of belonging when they sought your company, but it only added to your frustration that you hadn’t made any progress with Leviathan.

“Sweetie, what has you sighing like that?” Asmodeus asked, finally sitting on his bed where you were lying. He had whisked you away to spend time with him in his room after everyone had finished dinner, his charm hard to resist.

“Leviathan,” you replied with a pout. “He still hasn’t opened his door for me. I’m not sure what else to do.”

“He’s certainly stubborn,” Asmodeus said thoughtfully. “But dear, you only have to push his buttons. He’s the Avatar of Envy; you just need to make him jealous enough to pull you into his room.”

You grimaced. “I don’t see that going well.”

Asmodeus waved his hand dismissively, a playful smile on his lips. “Of course it won’t, but it’ll at least get him to talk to you.” He giggled, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Well, there won’t be much talking involved, though.”

You flushed and averted your eyes, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

“You can ask any of the brothers, but if you want to make it authentic, just snuggle up to Mammon or Belphie.” He smirked, his gaze intense. “They’ve always had a crush on you.”

Your eyes widened in shock. You hadn’t expected that in the slightest, and now you didn’t know how you’d be able to hang out with them without feeling shy. The revelation left you reeling, a mix of surprise and uncertainty swirling within you.

“I don’t want to use them like that,” you mumbled, looking down at your hands.

“Well, darling, we can always find some other way,” Asmodeus said, his tone soothing as he gently stroked your head, fingers threading through your hair.

You nodded, relieved, but you didn’t notice the smile of mischief that Asmodeus had.

As you finally reached your room and laid on your bed, a sense of unease washed over you. Despite Asmodeus’s promise not to meddle, you couldn’t shake the bad feeling gnawing at you. The Avatar of Lust always enjoyed a good dose of drama and stirring people up. The last thing you wanted was to worsen things between you and Leviathan or to incite a fight among the brothers.

With a heavy sigh, you willed the troubling thoughts away and allowed yourself to drift off to sleep.

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Your worries proved correct. Over the next few days, Asmodeus began accompanying you to Leviathan’s room to drop off his food. His behavior shifted—he became flirtier, more touchy-feely whenever you both stood in front of Leviathan’s door. The pajamas he gave you, just before going to Leviathan’s door, were even shorter and skimpier than usual, leaving little to the imagination.

You began to notice that the sound of video games would stop abruptly as you approached, replaced by an eerie silence. The other brothers, too, began acting differently. They were nicer to you, borderline flirtatious, whenever they passed by you and Asmodeus in front of Leviathan’s door. Even Lucifer, though more subtly, was in on it.

You shot Asmodeus a glare and whispered as low as possible, “I told you not to meddle.”

“I’m just helping you, darling,” he whispered back with a charming smile, his eyes glinting with mischief.

You huffed, pouting. While it touched you that he wanted to help, you wished it wasn’t through making Leviathan jealous. You’d heard stories about how, if pushed too far, Leviathan would summon Lotan and cause destruction. Additionally, you were concerned about his low self-esteem. The last thing you wanted was to damage it further and make him shut you out even more.

You were glad you had asked his brothers about him and gathered all the information you could. Knowing what to expect was better than being clueless.

Lost in your thoughts, you snapped back to reality when you saw Mammon approaching. Out of all the brothers, he was the most flustered when trying to flirt with you. It was pretty cute, if you were being honest.

Mammon abruptly stopped near you and Asmodeus, his face turning bright red as he took in the nightgown clinging to your curves. “A-ain’t that too short?!” he exclaimed, quickly looking away.

Asmodeus smirked and almost purred, “Is it too stimulating for you?”

Mammon spluttered, seeming at a loss for words. Then he cleared his throat and finally looked at you with startling confidence. “Ya shouldn’t be lookin’ that good in front of anyone else other than the Great Mammon!”

You almost gasped at his words; they were extremely out of character. He was usually flustered when trying to flirt with you, and you could hardly call it flirting in the first place.

Even Asmodeus blinked in surprise before giggling in amusement.

The door swung open, revealing Leviathan in his demon form, glaring at Mammon. “Mammon,” he gritted out, “if you don’t get away from my door, I will summon Lotan.”

Mammon paled and scurried away. Even he knew better than to antagonize his brother when he was in one of his moods.

“Asmo,” Leviathan growled, his glare not softening. Asmodeus only smiled, threw his hands up in defeat, and skipped away.

You stood there, frozen, unsure of what to do.

Leviathan stared at you, his eyes slowly raking up and down your form. The grip on his door tightened. “I know I told you not to wear that type of stuff outside your room,” he rumbled.

You frowned. “Levi, is that really important right now?”

“It’s not fair that everyone gets to see you like that,” he huffed, still upset but reverting to his human form.

“Maybe you would be able to see me like this more if you actually left your room and stopped avoiding me or let me inside,” you said, irritation clear on your face.

Leviathan blushed deeply and looked away, avoiding your gaze. “As if I would let a normie into my room.”

You raised an eyebrow, challenging his statement. “Well, this normie can actually learn if you would just let me.”

He finally looked at you again, his face turning an even deeper shade of red, a mix of surprise and disbelief in his eyes. “I-is this a trick? Y-you actually want to s-spend time with m-me, a worthless otaku?”

You winced at his words. You didn’t think you would ever get used to him putting himself down. It hurt you that he thought so lowly of himself, that he couldn’t see the value you saw in him.

“Levi, I’ve been coming to your door for the past two months just trying to talk to you,” you replied soothingly, your voice gentle and sincere. “I don’t think you’re worthless at all.”

Leviathan put his arm against his face, trying to hide his tears from you. “I-I just didn’t want you to be even more d-disappointed than you must be already.”

“I was never disappointed in the first place,” you reassured him, your tone firm but kind.

You took a step toward him, the sound of his sniffling pulling at your heartstrings. All you wanted to do was comfort him, to make him see how much he meant to you.

“D-don’t lie to me! I-I know how d-different I am than I u-used to be!” His voice cracked, filled with pain and self-doubt, as he tried to wipe the tears away with his sleeve.

Your eyes softened with empathy, and you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly even as he stiffened in surprise at your touch.

“I truly don’t care about that,” you whispered, gently wiping away the tears streaming down his cheeks. “I just want to get to know the person you are now.”

You waited patiently, feeling his body slowly relax in your embrace. After a moment of hesitation, he tentatively wrapped his arms around you in return, nodding slightly against your shoulder.

“O-okay,” he murmured, his voice barely audible but filled with a tentative hope.

You sighed in relief, a wave of happiness washing over you. You had finally broken through the barrier he had put up, and now you had the chance to reconnect with him.

“Let’s go.” You smiled warmly at him, taking his hand and leading him back into his room.

As you stepped inside, you couldn’t help but reflect on the events that had led to this moment. It seemed Asmodeus’s plan had actually worked, albeit in an unexpected way. You were grateful for the support of his brothers, even if their methods were sometimes unconventional.

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For the next few months, it became a routine to visit Leviathan’s room to spend time with him. He began coming out more often, even joining everyone for meals. These visits often extended into the night, as he enthusiastically introduced you to his world of anime and games.

The first thing he showed you was his favorite anime, “The Magical Ruri Hana: Demon Girl.” You binge-watched the entire series with him, and from there, he introduced TSL, then other anime and games.

Despite these shared experiences, he still considered you a “normie,” which you found amusing.

However, you noticed that Leviathan was careful not to touch you. Whenever physical contact occurred—either by accident or when you initiated it—he would stiffen up, blush, and quickly pull away. As someone naturally affectionate, this was disheartening, but you chose not to push him, respecting his boundaries.

Even though you didn’t press the issue, you couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed. Leviathan had been your lover, and you had shared one passionate night just before the Great Celestial War. Contrary to what humans and demons believed, angels were allowed to be in relationships and to claim and mate with other angels.

You regretted not pushing to claim each other. You understood his reasoning; he hadn’t wanted you to suffer the pain of losing a mate in the uncertain times of war.

One day, as you sat in the common room reading a book, Leviathan entered, calling your name.

“MC!” he called out, sounding nervous but determined.

You looked up, startled. “Yes, Levi?”

“I-I know you might have better things to do than spend time with a yucky otaku like me, but m-maybe, w-would you like to come watch anime with me?” he asked, a bashful smile on his face, his cheeks turning pink.

You smiled warmly at him, touched by his initiative. “I would love to. Just give me ten minutes to finish this chapter, and I’ll join you.”

His blush deepened, and he gave a jerky nod before scurrying out of the common room.

You giggled as you continued reading, but soon felt someone sitting next to you and leaning their head against your shoulder. Startled, you turned to see Belphegor with a sleepy look on his face.

“Hey, Belphie,” you greeted, closing your book and setting it aside.

“MC, want to take a nap with me?” he asked, blinking slowly and yawning.

He looked so adorable that you almost wanted to coo at him, but you shook your head. “Not this time. I’m about to go hang out with Levi.”

He frowned. “Eh, alright. You’ve been spending a lot of time with him.”

You flushed and looked away. “Of course. That’s why I was so persistent in getting him to open up.”

Belphegor stared at you blankly before suddenly pinning you down, his face buried in your neck as he took a deep breath, seeming to search for something.

“Belphie? What are you doing?” you asked, frozen in shock.

“I can barely smell Levi on you. He hasn’t scented or claimed you yet,” he said, lifting his head with a smirk, his eyes smoldering.

“That doesn’t concern you,” you retorted with a frown.

He hummed, nuzzling your neck. “That means you’re free to claim. Just because you used to be lovers doesn’t mean you need to get back with him. He doesn’t even have the guts to make a move, much less claim you.”

You struggled against his grip on your wrist, frustration bubbling up as his unwelcome interference continued. “I’ve already told you that it doesn’t concern you,” you said sharply. “I’m not rushing Levi into anything.”

Belphegor scoffed and finally lifted his head, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of disdain and amusement. “Do you honestly believe he remained devoted to you?” he asked, his voice dripping with mockery. “I’m sure Lucifer shared with you how unruly Leviathan became after his fall.”

He tilted his head, a sly, almost predatory smile curling his lips. “He took your purity, never claimed you, and then leaped from bed to bed after falling.”

Your grace stirred within you, an undercurrent of agitation flaring up, making your eyes glow faintly with the intensity of your emotions. “How do you even know about that?” you demanded, your voice tight with indignation.

Belphegor rolled his eyes with exaggerated exasperation. “About your purity? It was so obvious. The way you two looked at each other afterward, how suddenly shy and distant you both became—it was clear to everyone.”

Your face flushed with a deep, burning humiliation, and you hissed at him, “What he did after he fell doesn’t concern me. I refuse to judge him for his actions.”

“Such a paragon of forgiveness,” Belphegor said, baring his teeth in a mocking grin. “Staying true to your angelic principles.”

Defeated, you slumped, knowing there was no breaking free from his grip. “Why are you saying this?” you asked, your voice tinged with hurt. “You’re being unreasonably cruel.”

“Because I want you,” he said bluntly, his eyes flashing with an intense, frustrated desire. “I’m tired of watching you pine after Levi while he continues to act like an oblivious fool.”

You stiffened, your body tense with frustration and disbelief. “You know how I feel, and yet you’re saying this?”

Belphegor, undeterred, nuzzled your cheek with his nose, his touch both intimate and intrusive. “I’ll help you get over him,” he said softly, his breath warm against your skin. “I’ve wanted you since the Celestial Realm, but my brother got to you first.”

You remained silent.

“If Levi truly cared about you, he would have claimed you by now or at least marked you with his scent,” Belphegor continued, his hand sliding down from your wrist to caress your thigh. His touch was gentle but possessive. “I’m not afraid to be with you. I just want you to give me a chance.”

He leaned in closer, pressing his forehead against yours, the proximity making your breath catch. His lips hovered near yours, brushing lightly with each word. “Please, give me a chance.”

You looked into his earnest eyes, a side of him you hadn’t seen before since moving in with them. The vulnerability in his gaze was striking, and you found yourself conflicted. Belphegor’s forwardness was a sharp contrast to Leviathan’s aloofness, and it stirred a part of you that had longed for such assertiveness since Leviathan’s fall.

“Belphie, I—” Before you could finish your thought, Belphegor was abruptly wrenched away from you, leaving a cold shiver running down your spine.

Leviathan appeared in the doorway, transformed into his demon form, his eyes blazing with a fierce, wild intensity you had never witnessed. His presence was imposing, almost primal.

“Belphegor, how dare you try to take what’s mine,” Leviathan growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble as he advanced slowly toward Belphegor.

“Yours?” Belphegor retorted, his voice dripping with mockery. “She’s not yours. You haven’t claimed her; your scent isn’t even on her. She’s fair game.”

Leviathan’s expression darkened, his rage simmering beneath the surface. “You know our history and what she means to me,” he said, his tone dangerously calm.

“None of that matters now,” Belphegor shot back, his eyes narrowing defiantly. “You should have claimed her back in the Celestial Realm or at least when she arrived here. If you won’t do it, then I will.”

The tension reached a boiling point as Leviathan’s fist flew toward Belphegor, striking him with a forceful punch that sent him crashing to the floor. The sound of the impact echoed through the room.

You gasped in shock, your heart racing, and rushed forward, grasping Leviathan’s arm in a desperate attempt to restrain him. “Please stop,” you pleaded, your voice trembling with urgency. “Nothing happened. Let’s just go back to your room and talk.”

Leviathan’s body tensed, and with a sudden, jerky movement, he yanked you closer. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply, his growl growing louder and more intense as he took in your scent.

“He’s scented you!” Leviathan roared, his voice laced with a murderous fury as he glared at his youngest brother. His anger was palpable, a dangerous edge to his words.

The situation was rapidly escalating, and you clung to Leviathan, hoping your presence would calm him. He looked down at you with a fierce, determined expression, his teeth gritted. In a swift, almost brutal motion, he picked you up. You squealed in surprise, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and your legs around his waist.

You heard the commotion in the background, brothers rushing to the common room to check on Belphegor. Others peeked out from their rooms, only to see you clinging to Leviathan as he carried you to his room. The last thing you heard was a giggle before he slammed the door shut, effortlessly getting you off him and dropping you onto a pile of sheets and pillows on the floor, which softened the fall.

You looked up at him with wide eyes as he knelt over you, his presence both imposing and magnetic. Before you could say a word, he tore your nightgown off with a swift motion, leaving you in just your bra and panties.

“Levi!” you gasped indignantly.

He ignored you, his face burying into your neck with almost aggressive fervor, nuzzling and inhaling deeply as if trying to erase his brother’s scent from you.

You squirmed and whimpered as he began sucking and licking your neck, leaving a trail of marks in his wake. Your hands rested on his shoulders, unsure whether to pull him closer or push him away from the overwhelming sensation.

“Be good and stay still,” he rumbled, his tail wrapping tightly around your waist, securing you in place. With one hand, he pinned your wrists above your head, his grip unyielding.

You whimpered but stilled. Though you weren’t opposed to what was happening, you knew you needed to talk before things went too far. Your mind fogged as his mouth trailed lower, marking the top of your breasts with the same intensity.

You barely noticed when he pulled down your bra enough for your breasts to spill over the cups. The coolness of the room made your nipples harden, and he wasted no time taking one into his mouth, sucking on the bud. He released your wrists and used his other hand to tweak your other nipple, his touch sending jolts of pleasure through you.

You whined, rubbing your thighs together as you felt your arousal grow. You could no longer ignore how wet your panties felt from his ministrations.

Leviathan finally lifted his head, his eyes dark with desire as he admired the marks he made from your neck to your breasts. He groaned at the sight of you—marked up, with rosy cheeks, teary eyes, bra tugged down, and tiny panties on, all while rubbing your thighs together.

He hadn’t even truly started, and you already looked absolutely wrecked.

“W-wait,” you stammered, placing your hands against his chest as he leaned down to kiss you, shaking your head.

He stilled, frowning. “Are you rejecting me?” His grip on your chin tightened as he leaned closer, his voice a low growl. “Because I don’t mind locking you up in here until you change your mind. You’re mine.”

Your breath hitched, and his words shouldn’t have turned you on as much as they did. “No, of course not. I just wanted to know what’s going to happen. You’ve been avoiding touching me this whole time, and now you’re not.”

He tilted his head, observing you like a predator ready to pounce. “I’m going to fuck and claim you. I was trying to ease you into things because of how long it’s been.” He gripped your thighs and spread your legs, his eyes darkening at the sight of the wet spot on your panties. “But I see I was mistaken in taking things slow. Too many pests want you, and I’d drown everyone before letting anyone else have you.”

“Belphegor should be glad he’s my brother because that’s the only reason I spared his life. There won’t be a second chance,” he continued, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra and tossing it aside once it came off.

“Once you claim me, Father and the Seraphim will know, and I’ll be banished,” you whispered, looking into his eyes.

“Yes, that’s the plan. From the beginning, you were supposed to be by my side,” he growled, still furious about how you were stopped from going with him. “But Simeon got in the way and stopped you.”

You winced, remembering the chaos after the Great Celestial War and your anger at Simeon until he explained his actions. “Simeon had my best intentions at heart. I was so much younger, and he was afraid I wouldn’t survive the fall.”

Leviathan scoffed. “He just wanted you for himself. He was always discreet, but his longing looks gave him away.”

You wanted to protest that it wasn’t like that with Simeon, but the words died in your mouth as Leviathan used his tail to rip your panties off. You gasped as the cool air hit your dripping core.

Now completely naked under Leviathan, you flushed and suddenly felt shy, especially after he licked his lips and his eyes dilated while spreading your legs wider.

“You know angels and demons claim each other differently,” you muttered, tugging on his shirt, wanting him to take it off. You didn’t want to be the only naked one.

He chuckled, tugging his shirt off and dropping it to the side. “Of course I’m aware, but you also know I can still make you my mate. Angels just aren’t allowed to do so; it’s instant banishment after judgment in the Celestial Realm.”

He cupped your cheek and pulled you into a smoldering kiss, deepening it by biting your bottom lip. You gasped, and his tongue invaded your mouth, coaxing yours to intertwine with his, making you whine.

You were lightheaded when he finally pulled away, a string of saliva the only thing connecting you.

His fingers trailed from your inner thigh to your soaking core, tracing a tantalizing path before he eased a finger into you. He pumped it slowly, his thumb simultaneously rubbing your clit in languid, torturous circles, sending shivers of pleasure through your body.

You mewled, your hips bucking involuntarily when he added another finger. He stretched you, his pace quickening slightly as he worked you open, his touch both gentle and demanding.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Leviathan groaned, his voice thick with desire as he kissed your neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses. His thumb circled your clit faster, his other hand finding its way to your breast. He pinched and pulled your nipple, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. The stimulation was overwhelming; you had only just started, yet you were already ready to cum.

“L-Levi!” you cried out, your nails raking down his back, leaving red marks in their wake. Your cunt fluttered around his fingers as he added a third, stretching you even further and making you gasp in surprise.

“That’s it, let go,” he muttered, his breath hot against your skin as he curled his fingers, hitting your sweet spot with precision. You arched your back, crying out as waves of pleasure crashed over you, your release gushing onto his fingers.

He withdrew his fingers from your cunt, eliciting a whimper from you, and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean with a satisfied moan. He was definitely going to devour you with his mouth and make you choke on his cock later, but for now, he needed to be inside you.

With a swift movement, he stripped off his pants, freeing his hard, leaking cock. He pumped it a few times, his eyes locked onto yours as you bit your bottom lip in anticipation. He was still so big and thick, the sight of him only making your desire burn hotter. The first time, he had been assertive but hesitant, yet now his confidence was evident, and it turned you on even more.

He flipped you onto your hands and knees, pulling your hips up and making you arch your back, presenting yourself to him. He rubbed his cock along your slit, coating himself in your slick before easing his way in. The stretch was intense, and you gasped, feeling so full as he filled you to the brim with a loud groan.

You had to remind yourself to breathe, gripping the sheets tightly as he started to move, his pace slow and measured to let you adjust to his size. Each thrust was deliberate, designed to drive you wild.

“Your cunt feels so good,” he panted, his voice strained as he fought to hold back from just pounding into you. He spread your cheeks, watching his cock slide in and out, mesmerized by the sight of your slick clinging to him, your cunt greedily trying to suck him in deeper. He cursed under his breath at the lewd sight.

He picked up the pace, setting a brutal rhythm as he relentlessly hit your g-spot. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout the room, blending with your cries of pleasure and his guttural moans.

“S-so good,” you whined, bouncing your hips back to meet his thrusts, desperate for even more of him. Every nerve in your body seemed to be on fire, the pleasure coursing through you in waves, leaving you trembling and breathless.

Leviathan chuckled darkly. “What a dirty little angel. You like how I’m fucking you?” His voice was a low growl. He slammed into you with a hard, precise thrust, making you cry out in pleasure. “Just remember that I’m the only one who can make you feel like this. This cunt is mine.”

“Y-yes! Only yours!” Your voice was a high-pitched, desperate wail as your eyes rolled back in your head. He took a fistful of your hair and tugged hard, the pain mixing deliciously with the pleasure and making you clench tighter around his cock.

“Fuck, you’re such a slut. I was supposed to gently make love to you, but you really just wanted me to take you like the whore you are.” His words were laced with both amusement and possession as he moved your hair to the side, exposing the nape of your neck. He stared at the soft, vulnerable skin, knowing he was going to leave his mark there. His fangs extended as he increased the pace of his thrusts. His tail slithered around your body, the smooth, cool scales contrasting with your heated skin, and the tip of his tail circled around your clit, adding another layer of stimulation.

You let out a loud, lewd mewl, your body writhing under his touch as you slammed your eyes shut. You were teetering on the edge of orgasm, every muscle tense with anticipation. In a flash, your wings emerged, extending out as your halo shone brightly above your head, casting a soft, golden light.

Leviathan’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of your wings and halo, but he didn’t stop his relentless thrusting. The image in front of him was the epitome of sinful: pretty snowy white wings and a radiant halo out, all while you were being fucked dumb on his cock. He could already imagine how much more pretty it would be when those snowy white wings turned black and that shining gold halo transformed into horns.

“I-I’m cummin’!” You cried out as you gushed on his cock, trembling with tears in your eyes.

“I’m gonna cum in that messy little cunt while I claim you,” he growled, his voice thick with possessiveness. “No one will ever question who you belong to.” He leaned over you, his hot breath fanning over the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. With a powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, releasing his cum inside your velvety cunt accompanied by a loud moan. His mouth found the tender skin of your nape, and he bit down hard, drawing blood. You screamed, the mixture of pleasure and pain blurring together.

You felt an intense wave of emotion washing over you—his deep love and passion he was currently feeling. It flowed through you as you shakily exhaled. Finally, you were his, and he was yours.

He slowly withdrew from you, eliciting a soft whine from your lips at the sudden emptiness and sensitivity. Gently, he moved you onto your back and gathered you into his arms, cradling you against his chest.

He nuzzled into your hair, a deep rumble of contentment vibrating through his chest. A blush spread across his face as the reality of what had just happened hit him.

“I love you, Levi,” you whispered, your voice soft and sincere while intertwined your fingers with his.

“I-I love you too,” he stammered, burying his face in your hair to hide his face, making you giggle sweetly.

“Simeon should be on his way to take me to the Celestial Realm for my judgment,” you mentioned absentmindedly, your thoughts drifting to the inevitable. You knew your fate was sealed—you would become a demon, either through your Father’s banishment or slowly by Levi’s side. The Celestial Realm, with its rigidity when it came to rules, insisted on formal banishment for angels who mated outside their kind. It was simpler to comply than to risk them taking you by force.

Leviathan tightened his arms around you, his embrace desperate and firm. “I don’t want you to leave. You can just go through your change here,” he murmured.

“I know, I’d rather do that, but we both know how the Celestial Realm is. Either I go willingly or they’ll take me by force,” you replied, your voice soft and resigned. You tried to send soothing emotions through your bond, sensing his growing agitation. His growl at the thought of you being taken by force was low and menacing.

The two of you stayed cuddled together for a few more minutes, enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other’s presence. Eventually, you gently urged him to get up so you could both clean yourselves. Despite the ache in your heart, you knew it was futile to linger.

As you were lost in thought, a knock on the door startled you. Lucifer’s commanding voice broke through the silence. “MC, Simeon is here for you.”

Turning to Leviathan, you gazed deeply into his eyes, your hands clasping his tightly. “Will you be there to catch me when I fall?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

“Always,” he vowed, before crashing his lips against yours in a fierce, hungry kiss. The intensity of it left you both breathless.

Panting, you reluctantly pulled away, resting your forehead against his. Even as you separated, your hands remained intertwined. Together, you walked to the front door, where Simeon waited. He smiled at you, but his eyes betrayed the sadness he felt.

“Are you ready, MC?” Simeon asked softly, his voice laced with concern.

You nodded, turning to Leviathan for one last fleeting kiss. “I’ll see you soon,” you whispered, squeezing his hand before letting go and stepping to Simeon’s side. The two of you walked out of the house, moving towards Barbatos, who stood waiting with a solemn expression.

“Are you happy?” Simeon whispered, his hand twitching as if to cup your cheek. He stopped himself, knowing that right didn’t belong to him—perhaps it never had.

“Extremely,” you replied, smiling brightly. Simeon could only smile back, though the sorrow in his eyes was unmistakable.

You didn’t regret anything.

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Only a few days had passed, and now, judgment day had arrived. You could feel Leviathan’s agitation and panic even from afar. The only reason he hadn’t found a way to storm into the Celestial Realm was that he knew you were still alive.

You stood in front of your Father and the Seraphim with your head held high, your heart pounding as they read your so-called “sins.” The celestial court was silent, the weight of their gazes almost unbearable.

“Is there anything you wish to say?” Michael asked, his voice echoing through the grand hall. A look of soft fondness crossed his face so quickly that you almost missed it. He should have known this would happen when he sent you to the Devildom where Leviathan was. You would never understand why he did it, though.

“No,” you replied, your voice steady.

At your response, the floor beneath you started to shake. Cracks spidered out from where you stood, and the ground slowly crumbled away. You tried to keep your composure as the marble gave way under your feet, plunging you down.

And you fell.

You closed your eyes, feeling the wind whip past you, the burning pain starting as your halo melted into your scalp and your wings ignited, turning into fiery remnants of their former glory. Every fiber of your being was consumed by pain, yet you weren’t scared. You knew someone would be there to catch you.

Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a protective embrace. The fall slowed as Leviathan’s familiar presence enveloped you. He cushioned your descent, his body shielding you from the worst of the impact as you reached the ground.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he whispered in your ear, his voice soothing amidst the chaos. You could feel his desperation and relief, his resolve to keep you safe no matter what.

As he rushed you to the House of Lamentation, his pace urgent but careful, you clung to him, feeling the beat of his heart against yours. Despite the agony and the fear, you knew you had made the right choice.

You didn’t regret falling in love, and you didn’t regret falling from grace. Every moment, every sacrifice, had led you to this point. You would do it all over again, just to be with him.

A Game of Hearts

a/n: this was a random thought that I had when I was listening to music, I figured it would make a good story. Enjoy.

Inspired by the song break up with your girlfriend, I’m bored by Ariana Grande

Hints of All x MC. Leviathan x Succubus(yes, there’s mentions of them kissing). Endgame is Leviathan x MC.

Cw: Smut, Dom!Levi, kinda brat!MC, Manipulative!Levi, Manipulative!MC(everyone is manipulative here), Jealous!MC, Possessive!Levi, sprinkle of yandere and obsessive love, Levi having two dicks, Double Penetration, Anal Sex, Levi’s Tail, a bit of degradation(the use of the word slut is used once), Fem!MC, kinda ooc.

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You got me some type of way (Hmm) Ain't used to feelin' this way (Mmm-mmm) I do not know what to say (Yeah, yeah) But I know I shouldn't think about it

You knew exactly how each of the brothers felt about you, and you knew you were playing a dangerous game. Their affections weren’t subtle—they radiated from them like heat from a flame. And yet, despite the intense emotions swirling around you, it was impossible to choose just one. If it were up to you, you’d have them all, but you understood that wasn’t how things worked, especially not with demons as possessive as they were.

Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy, was a particularly complicated case. He had always been your favorite, even if you never said it out loud. There was a magnetic pull between you two that neither of you could deny, but it was a constant dance of push and pull. You knew he hated the situation—hated that he couldn’t claim you as his own, but what could he do? You weren’t his, and he knew it.

They all tried to win you over in their own ways. Lavish gifts, words of devotion, subtle touches meant to stake a claim—they spared no effort in their pursuit of you. And while you appreciated their affection, it wasn’t enough to make you choose. You flirted, you teased, you kissed each of them on occasion, but you never went further than that. No matter how much they wanted you, you refused to be anyone’s possession.

One afternoon, after a week of intentionally keeping your distance, you found yourself standing outside Leviathan’s room. You hesitated for a moment before knocking, almost reluctant to admit how much you had missed him. “It’s me, Levi,” you called softly.

There was a brief silence before his voice came through the door, low and cautious. “Come in.”

You pushed the door open and stepped inside, a familiar sense of comfort washing over you as you entered his space. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the glow of his massive TV screen, where an anime played in the background. Leviathan was lounging in his favorite beanbag chair, eyes fixed on the screen.

He glanced at you briefly, acknowledging your presence before returning his gaze to the show. His lack of reaction caught you off guard; normally, he’d be flustered, his cheeks tinged with that adorable blush you loved so much.

A pout tugged at your lips as you crossed the room and settled yourself on his lap, draping your arms around his neck. You could feel the warmth of his body through his clothes, the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. “I’ve missed you,” you murmured, nuzzling closer to him.

The response was immediate. Leviathan stiffened beneath you, and then, as if on cue, his face flushed a deep shade of red. “Y-you can’t just say stuff like that out of nowhere!” he stammered, his voice shaky. His arms hesitated before they finally wrapped around your waist, holding you close as if he were afraid you might slip away.

You giggled, pleased with the reaction you had coaxed out of him. His earlier indifference had stung, and you were glad to see the familiar awkwardness return. This was the Leviathan you knew and adored—the one who got so easily flustered in your presence.

“U-um, I-I missed you too,” he mumbled, his breath warm against your hair. He took a deep, steadying breath, as though gathering the courage to say something important. His fingers fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, a nervous habit you had come to recognize.

“I-I have to tell you something,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You pulled back slightly to look at him, noticing the seriousness in his eyes. It wasn’t like Leviathan to be so somber, and it set off alarm bells in your mind. You hoped he wasn’t about to bring up the topic of exclusivity again. That conversation never ended well, and you weren’t in the mood for another argument.

But what he said next wasn’t at all what you expected. “I-I have a girlfriend.”

For a moment, you froze, his words not quite registering. A girlfriend? Leviathan? You blinked, trying to process the information as he continued speaking, his words a blur in your ears. Something about how they met, her name, little details that normally would have piqued your interest, but all you could focus on was the fact that Leviathan, your Leviathan, had found someone else.

“Well, congratulations!” you said, forcing a bright smile onto your face as he finished talking. Your voice sounded cheerful, almost too cheerful, but inside, a storm was brewing. Anger, confusion, and something else—something darker—twisted in your chest. You hadn’t expected this. You hadn’t prepared for it. And now, the realization that Leviathan had given his affection to someone else was like a punch to the gut.

Making up a quick excuse, you slipped out of his room and retreated to your own, the smile dropping from your face the moment you closed the door behind you. You were seething. Was it fair to be angry? Probably not. After all, you had been the one to refuse exclusivity, the one who had kept toying with him and his brothers. But logic didn’t matter right now. What mattered was that Leviathan had done something you hadn’t anticipated, and it felt like a betrayal.

Were you a hypocrite? Yes, absolutely. You could admit that. But did you care? Not in the slightest.

But now, as you sat on the edge of your bed, staring blankly at the wall, a new thought began to form in your mind. Was his having a girlfriend really going to stop you from getting what you wanted? The thought should have brought guilt—after all, you liked to think you were a good person, someone with morals. But as the idea took root, you realized with a dark thrill that you didn’t care about being good, not when it came to Leviathan.

His little girlfriend was nothing more than an obstacle, and you were more than ready to remove it. If you had to ruin his relationship to get what you wanted, then so be it. Sacrifices had to be made, and this one would be worth it.

A slow, wicked smile spread across your lips as you began to plot, your mind already racing with possibilities. Leviathan wouldn’t know what hit him.

Took one fuckin' look at your face (Hmm) Now I wanna know how you taste (Mmm-mmm) Usually don't give it away (Yeah, yeah) But you know I'm out here thinkin' 'bout it

From that day on, you made it your mission to spend as much time with Leviathan as possible, even if it meant brushing off his brothers’ constant invitations. They would text or call, suggesting movie nights, outings, or even simple walks, but you always found a way to politely decline. Each time, you used some excuse or another to make your way to Leviathan’s room instead.

Leviathan was a shut-in by nature, and you knew that. His room was his sanctuary, a place where he could immerse himself in his beloved anime and video games. He rarely went out unless it was something important, which is why it shocked you to discover he had plans with her—plans that involved leaving the house. The mere thought of it irked you, so you intervened in the only way you knew how: with a pout and a whine.

You’d perfected the art of manipulation, and Leviathan was particularly susceptible to your charms. Every time you pouted, his resolve would crumble. “I was really looking forward to spending time with you,” you would say, your voice soft and full of unspoken longing. And every time, without fail, he would relent, canceling his plans with her to stay with you in his room instead.

The dark satisfaction that ran through you with each victory was intoxicating. You had him wrapped around your finger, and you relished in that power.

Despite your efforts, you never crossed any physical boundaries with him. It wasn’t out of restraint or respect, but rather a calculated move on your part. You knew how to keep him on edge, how to keep him wanting more without actually giving him what he desired. You’d tease him relentlessly, brushing your fingers against his skin, leaning in close as if you were about to kiss him, only to pull away at the last second. You could see his self-control cracking, bit by bit, with each encounter. But you were patient, willing to wait until the moment was perfect.

This little game of yours continued for weeks, each day bringing you closer to the inevitable confrontation with her. It was only a matter of time before you crossed paths, but you never expected it to happen the way it did.

You had been lounging in the common room when you heard the front door open and the unmistakable sound of someone entering Leviathan’s room. Your phone buzzed almost immediately, the group chat with the brothers erupting with messages. They were all shocked, practically in disbelief that a pretty succubus had come to see Leviathan.

Your annoyance flared instantly, the idea of her being in his room—your space—infuriating. You pushed yourself off the couch and made your way to his door, the irritation simmering just beneath your calm exterior. You knew what was happening behind that door, and the thought of interrupting them filled you with a twisted sense of pleasure.

Without hesitation, you flung open the door and strode inside. The scene before you was exactly what you expected: the succubus was straddling a half naked Leviathan in his oversized bathtub, her shirt discarded to the side, and her hands fumbling with the waistband of his pants. Leviathan looked dazed, his face flushed, and his eyes half-lidded. But the moment the door opened, both their heads snapped in your direction.

You played the innocent card, quickly feigning shock and embarrassment as you prepared to leave. “Oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize anyone else was here!” Your voice was high-pitched, trembling just the right amount to sell the act. Inside, you were sneering, pleased with the chaos you had just unleashed.

“N-no! W-wait!” Leviathan yelped, his voice cracking with panic. He practically shoved the succubus off of him, scrambling to pull his shirt back on as he rushed toward you. His movements were frantic, desperate to keep you from leaving.

You turned back, feigning surprise as you tilted your head to the side, studying his expression. You hadn’t expected him to react so strongly—you thought he would let you leave, maybe even feel a little guilty. But here he was, panicking at the thought of you walking out.

His face was a deep shade of red, his eyes wide with anxiety. “D-did something happen? I-I wasn’t expecting you today.”

You decided to take your performance up a notch, letting out a mournful sigh as you averted your gaze. “I just wanted to hang out with you,” you murmured, your voice laced with sadness. You blinked up at him with wide, doe eyes, adding softly, “But I didn’t mean to interrupt anything. I’m sorry.”

Leviathan’s reaction was immediate and predictable. He visibly melted and his blush deepening as his expression softened with guilt. He glanced over his shoulder at the succubus, who was now hastily pulling her shirt back on, her frown deepening with every passing second.

You caught the way she looked at you—like she wanted nothing more than to throw you out of the room. But you held all the power here, and Leviathan’s next words confirmed that.

“N-no! You didn’t i-interrupt anything! Y-you can stay,” he insisted, his voice trembling with desperation. He hesitated for a moment before wrapping his arms around you in a tentative hug, as if trying to reassure you that he wasn’t mad. You smirked inwardly, savoring the victory as you nestled closer to him.

The moment was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. You felt Leviathan flinch, but he didn’t release you. Instead, he turned to face the succubus, still keeping one arm securely around your waist. His posture was protective, almost as if he were shielding you from her.

You took the opportunity to scan her from head to toe, taking in every detail. She was a classic beauty, with shapely curves, delicate horns, and dainty wings that twitched with irritation. Her eyes were sharp, narrowed as she assessed the situation, clearly not pleased with how things were unfolding. The frown on her face deepened when she saw how close you were to Leviathan, her gaze flicking between you and him with growing anger.

Leviathan seemed to tighten his hold on you, his grip on your waist firm as he introduced you. “This is MC,” he said, his voice a little steadier now, though you could still hear the remnants of his earlier panic.

“Hi! Nice to meet you,” you chirped, flashing a cheerful smile as you gave her a small wave. You didn’t bother to remember her name when she introduced herself—her words were irrelevant, lost on you as you tuned her out.

And so, you found yourself practically sitting in Leviathan’s lap as the three of you watched anime together. The succubus sat on his other side, though there was a noticeable distance between them. Every time she tried to scoot closer, Leviathan would subtly shift away, his attention completely focused on you. You could practically feel her seething, her humiliation and anger palpable as she realized that her boyfriend wanted a human woman closer to him than her.

You could barely contain your amusement, a smirk threatening to break through as you basked in the satisfaction of your victory. You had won this round, and the look on her face made it all the sweeter. You were having so much fun.

Break up with your girlfriend (Girlfriend) Yeah, yeah, ’cause I’m bored You could hit it in the mornin’ (Mornin’) Yeah, yeah, like it’s yours I know it ain’t right But I don’t care (Care)

By now, you were certain that Leviathan’s girlfriend despised you. It was impossible for her not to. You had made it your mission to intrude every time she visited his room, your timing so impeccable that it was almost as if you had a sixth sense for it. At first, you would catch them in compromising positions—her leaning in close, her lips just a breath away from his, or her hands trailing down his chest. But soon enough, they learned to expect your interruptions.

Now, whenever you burst into his room, you would find Leviathan on his computer, immersed in a game, or sitting a safe distance away from her while they watched anime together. It was almost laughable how far apart they sat. You had also succeeded in preventing him from going on dates with her. Whenever he had plans, you would intervene with a well-timed pout or a request for his company, and, like clockwork, he would cancel on her to stay with you.

Despite her growing resentment, you continued to spend all your time with Leviathan, even when she was there, sitting silently in the corner. Initially, your actions were driven by anger—an irrational fury that someone else was stealing Leviathan’s attention away from you. But over time, those feelings morphed into something deeper, something you hadn’t anticipated: you were falling in love with him.

Maybe this was always meant to happen, a slow-burning affection that would have eventually surfaced on its own. But seeing him with someone else accelerated the process, forcing you to confront your feelings sooner than you had expected.

The other brothers, who once fought for your attention with relentless flirting and playful banter, eventually began to understand the change in your priorities. They stopped inviting you out, the once overt and shameless advances they made towards you becoming subdued, almost hesitant. It wasn’t that they didn’t care for you anymore—they did, deeply—but they could see that your affection now belonged elsewhere. And so, they reluctantly stepped back, some more willingly than others.

You found it easy to brush off their advances now, your feelings for them transforming into a comfortable friendship. They were friends, nothing more, and you only had eyes for one demon.

With Leviathan, however, things were different. You began to escalate your flirting, pushing the boundaries of what had once been innocent teasing. Every time you were alone with him, you upped the stakes—brushing your fingers along his arm, letting your hands linger on his shoulders, or sitting a little too close to him.

You could see the effect it was having on him, the way his breath would hitch whenever you leaned in, the way his hands would twitch as if he were restraining himself from pulling you closer.

Each encounter left him more desperate than the last, his need for you growing with each passing day. He would pull you into his lap at every opportunity, his grip on your hips firm and possessive. There were moments when he came so close to kissing you, his lips hovering just inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin, and you could feel the tension crackling in the air between you.

But everything came to an abrupt halt nearly three months into your little game. It was a quiet evening, the kind where time seemed to slow down, and the outside world felt far away.

You were in Leviathan’s room, nestled comfortably on his lap in his oversized bathtub. The atmosphere was relaxed with you scrolling absentmindedly through your D.D.D, checking messages and updates, while he sat behind you, his arms loosely wrapped around your waist as he read one of his favorite mangas.

You knew it was time to push a little further, so with a mischievous glint in your eye, you locked your D.D.D and set it aside. Shifting your weight, you straddled his lap, feeling the heat radiating between you as you pressed your body closer. Your lips found the sensitive skin of his neck, planting a soft kiss that made his breath hitch.

The reaction was instant, subtle but unmistakable, as he slowly set the manga down beside the bathtub, all his attention now on you.

His hands moved with deliberate intent, pulling you tighter against him until your chests were pressed flush together. The firm pressure of his hand as it squeezed the swell of your ass beneath your skirt sent a shiver down your spine. His voice, low and dark, whispered in your ear, “You really are a brat who likes to play games.”

The words hung in the air, and you froze, momentarily caught off guard by the sudden shift in his demeanor. It was as if a switch had flipped inside him, transforming the shy, awkward otaku you knew into someone rough and commanding.

His grip tightened possessively, and you felt a rush of adrenaline at the realization that he was no longer just playing along. He knew. And he was going to make sure you knew it too.

Trying to regain some semblance of control, you retorted, “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

A scoff escaped his lips as he nipped harshly at your earlobe, the sudden sting making you squeak in surprise. His other hand found your waist, guiding your hips over the growing bulge beneath his sweatpants. The hardness you felt made your mouth water with anticipation, and you couldn’t help but grind your aching, clothed core against him, seeking friction.

“Did you think I didn’t notice your little schemes?” His voice rumbled with amusement, his breath hot against your skin as he began trailing kisses along your neck, each one a slow, deliberate mark of his claim. “Really, it was adorable.”

Your face flushed with indignation, the heat spreading down your neck as you tilted your head, exposing more of your throat to him despite yourself. “You knew, and yet you continued.”

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through your chest. “It was hot, seeing you get jealous like that,” he admitted with a nonchalant tone that only fueled your frustration.

His lips found your jaw, nipping gently as his demon form began to emerge. You felt his claws brush against your skin as he hitched up your skirt, and before you could protest, he used one sharp claw to slice through the delicate fabric of your panties. The sudden sensation sent a thrill through you as he effortlessly discarded the ruined garment.

Determined to reclaim some power, you narrowed your eyes and bit down hard on the junction between his neck and shoulder. The action drew a throaty moan from him. It annoyed you that he had known all along what you were up to, and you took your frustration out on his skin, sucking harshly until you were sure your marks would be there for days.

Satisfied with your handiwork, you finally lifted your head, expecting him to retaliate. He leaned in to kiss you, but you tutted, turning your head away with a mock sigh of sadness. “I should probably leave,” you teased, feigning regret. “You still have a girlfriend, so I can’t do this with you.”

You began to lift yourself off his lap slowly, testing his reaction, and it was immediate. A dark growl escaped his throat as he nearly slammed you back down, his grip on your hips bordering on painful. The intensity of his actions sent a jolt of arousal through you, and you had to bite back a moan.

“Don’t you dare leave,” he growled, his eyes narrowing dangerously. His hands tightened their hold on your hips, and you could already feel the bruises forming beneath his fingers. Without releasing you, he fished his D.D.D from his pocket, as he swiftly typed out a message. He shoved the screen in your face as if daring you to question him.

Your eyes widened as you read the text he’d sent to his girlfriend: “We’re done. Don’t contact me again.” The notification that he had blocked her followed, a finality that made your heart race.

You couldn’t help but hum in satisfaction, your lips curling into a pleased smile. At your acknowledgment, he tossed his D.D.D aside with little care, his full focus returning to you. Leaning in, you brushed your lips against his teasingly and whispered coyly, “I guess you can have me now.”

He didn’t hesitate. His lips crashed against yours with a desperate, hungry need that made your head spin. The kiss quickly turned heated, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip, drawing a gasp from you. His tongue plunged into your mouth, starting a fierce battle for dominance. You fought back briefly, savoring the taste of him, but it wasn’t long before you found yourself willingly surrendering. The way he took control made you whine in pleasure, your lips swollen and slick with spit by the time he finally pulled away.

Impatience flickered in his eyes as he hastily yanked off his shirt, flinging it aside without a second thought. Your gaze darkened with desire as you drank in the sight of his sculpted chest, your eyes tracing the defined ridges of his abs as they flexed with every movement. Years of swimming and rigorous training with his fleet had honed his body and you couldn’t help but marvel at how sexy he looked.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips when he reached for your shirt, his hands nearly tearing the fabric in his rush to remove it. He discarded it with the same urgency as his own, and you felt a thrill of anticipation race through you.

Your fingers quickly unclasped your bra, knowing that if you hesitated for even a moment, it would be ripped apart just like your panties. Now, with only your skirt remaining, you were almost completely exposed before him. The sight of him still clad in his sweatpants only heightened your sense of vulnerability, making your skin prickle with anticipation.

You sank to your knees, sliding down between his thighs, your focus zeroing in on the prominent bulge straining against the soft material of his sweatpants. Your hands trembled slightly as you reached for the waistband, eager yet nervous, and you slowly tugged it down, revealing his cock. The sight that greeted you made your breath catch in your throat—it wasn’t just one, but two thick, pulsing lengths, both flushed an angry red at the tips and glistening with precum.

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you couldn’t stop yourself from looking up at him, questioning. For a brief moment, you saw a flicker of anxiety in his gaze, as if he feared your reaction. But when you gave him a soft, reassuring smile and wrapped your hand around his upper cock, the tension in his shoulders melted away. Relief washed over him as he saw that you weren’t disgusted or frightened, only intrigued.

Determined to show him just how much you wanted this, you shifted your focus back to his cocks. You gently traced your finger along the tip of his upper length, feeling the slickness of his precum as you spread it down the shaft. A low gasp escaped his lips, and you reveled in the sound. Leaning forward, you parted your lips and engulfed the tip of his lower cock, swirling your tongue around the sensitive flesh as you began to suck, drawing a deep groan from him.

Your hand continued to stroke the upper cock in slow, deliberate movements, your fingers squeezing and releasing in rhythm with the motions of your mouth. As you worked to take more of him into your mouth, you were suddenly jolted by the unexpected sensation of his tail brushing against your clit. A sharp gasp escaped you, your body tensing at the sudden pleasure.

“Fuck, just like that,” Leviathan groaned, his voice thick with need. His hands tangled in your hair, the grip firm but not painful, as he urged your head down, pushing more of his lower cock into your mouth. His tail, meanwhile, continued its slow, teasing journey along your slit, the tip of it gently prodding at your entrance before finally slipping inside your wet heat.

A whimper of need escaped you as his tail began to thrust inside you, each movement sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You quickened the pace of your hand on his upper cock, your fingers twisting occasionally as you bobbed your head, trying to take him deeper into your mouth. The taste of him, salty and slightly bitter, coated your tongue as you struggled to keep up with his demanding pace. When his cock hit the back of your throat, you gagged, the sound muffled but audible.

The reaction only seemed to spur him on. Levi tightened his grip on your hair, holding you in place as he started to thrust more roughly into your mouth, his hips snapping forward with a force that left you breathless. The wet, lewd sounds of your gagging filled the room, mingling with his harsh breaths and the steady rhythm of his tail thrusting into your cunt. Each movement of his tail was precise, the tip of it rubbing against your sweet spot with every thrust, driving you closer to the edge.

Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction, and you could feel the coil of pleasure tightening in your belly. Every inch of your body was on fire, your senses overwhelmed by the combined sensations of his cock filling your mouth, his tail fucking you from behind, and the raw, unrestrained desire radiating from him.

A whine of disappointment escaped your lips as Leviathan’s tail slid out of your cunt, leaving you feeling empty. Slick with your fluids, the tail glistened in the dim light as it moved up, tracing a teasing path to your ass. Your eyes widened in surprise as it circled your tight hole, and when it began to slowly press inside, the sensation was shocking, but far from unwelcome. The unexpected intrusion only made your arousal spike, a fresh wave of wetness pooling between your thighs.

Leviathan’s pace didn’t falter as he continued to fuck your mouth, his hips thrusting steadily as your hand worked to jerk off his upper cock. You could feel the tension building in his body, a sign that he was close to release. The desperate way his upper cock pulsed in your hand and the way his lower cock throbbed against your tongue told you he was on the brink.

Just when you anticipated the rush of his cum filling your mouth, he abruptly pulled you off his cock, his grip firm as he made you release his other one just before he could finish. Despite this, his tail didn’t miss a beat, continuing its relentless thrusting in your ass, keeping you on the edge.

A soft, frustrated mewl escaped you, your teary eyes pleading as you looked up at him—you had wanted to taste him, to feel the hot spurts of his cum in your mouth. He chuckled at your expression, running a hand through his indigo hair, pushing back his sweat-soaked bangs to get a better look at you. His chest heaved, glistening with sweat that trickled down the ridges of his abs, and he finally peeled off his sweatpants completely, tossing them aside.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he cooed, his voice laced with both amusement and lust as his finger traced the curve of your lower lip. “I want to cum inside your tight cunt and ass.”

The heat in your body intensified at his words, a deep flush spreading across your cheeks as a needy moan slipped from your lips. Even as his tail withdrew from your ass, leaving you stretched and wanting, you couldn’t suppress the anticipation building inside you.

With deliberate care, he laid you on your back, his hands gentle but possessive as he removed your skirt, leaving you completely bare before him. His eyes roamed your body, his gaze hungry as he licked his lips. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, almost to himself, “and now you’re finally mine.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his declaration, a rush of emotion swelling in your chest. Yes, you were his—completely and utterly his. The thought made you almost shy, and you nodded, your voice soft as you whispered, “Yes, I’m yours.”

A growl of satisfaction rumbled in Leviathan’s chest, his eyes darkening with desire. “I’m going to fucking ruin you,” he vowed, his voice low and intense.

Without warning, he flipped you onto your hands and knees, his movements rough. He pressed your head down into the pillows, lifting your hips high as he positioned himself behind you, your back arching instinctively under his touch. The sensation of his lower cock rubbing against your slick folds sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine, while his upper cock pressed insistently against your already stretched asshole.

With agonizing slowness, he pushed both cocks inside you, your body trembling as you felt them stretch you to your limits. A loud moan tore from his throat as he fully seated himself inside you, the sensation overwhelming.

You shuddered, your breath hitching as you felt the fullness of him in both your cunt and ass. The stretch bordered on painful, but the pleasure that accompanied it made the discomfort worth it. The way he filled you completely, claiming you so thoroughly, sent waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, giving you time to adjust. Your hands clawed at the sheets beneath you, trying to ground yourself in the midst of the overwhelming sensations.

The wet, lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the air, mingling with his deep, guttural moans and your desperate cries of pleasure. Drool pooled at the corner of your mouth, slipping down your chin as tears gathered in the corners of your half-lidded eyes. His thrusts gradually grew rougher, deeper, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through your entire being.

“Mine, mine, mine,” he chanted, his voice a raw growl as he lost himself in the sensation of fucking you. His grip on your hip was bruising, his fingers digging into your flesh as he held you in place. With his other hand, he gripped your hair, yanking your head back so he could hear your cries more clearly. “Say you’re mine.”

“Y-yours! Only yours!” you whimpered, your voice trembling as you tried to push your hips back against him, desperate for more. But his tail wrapped firmly around your waist, keeping you from moving. The sensation of being so utterly controlled, so completely at his mercy, made your cunt clench tight around him, your release creeping ever closer.

Leviathan released your hair, letting your head drop back onto the pillows. His chest pressed against your back as he leaned over you, his breath hot against your ear as he fucked you with a brutal, unrelenting pace. His hand snaked down to your clit, rubbing it harshly as he whispered, “Cum for me.”

“T-too much!” you cried out, your body trembling with the intensity of it all—the relentless fucking of both your cunt and ass, the rough stimulation of your clit. It was overwhelming.

Leviathan’s response was a sharp click of his tongue, followed by a harsh, mean slap to your clit that sent a jolt of pain-tinged pleasure through you. “I fucking said cum, slut.”

With a scream, you shattered, your body convulsing as you gushed around the cock in your cunt. The tight spasms of your cunt and ass seemed to milk him, pulling him over the edge with you. With a deep groan, he thrust into you one final time, filling you with his hot cum.

You whimpered weakly at the sensation of being filled, his cum overflowing and dripping from both your holes as he gave one last thrust before pulling out. The sudden emptiness left you feeling dazed, your body trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Gently, Leviathan laid you on your back, his tail finally releasing its hold on you. You were completely spent, your body marked with bruises from his hands marring your hips and thighs, love bites scattered across your neck, your skin flushed and glistening with sweat. You looked utterly ravaged, and Leviathan couldn’t help but admire how beautiful you looked. The sight made his cocks twitch with renewed interest, but he knew you needed rest.

Your eyelids fluttered as you watched him step out of the bathtub, pulling his sweatpants back on as he shifted back to his human form.

You let your eyes close, exhaustion pulling you into a brief, blissful sleep, only to be gently roused by the sensation of a warm, wet rag wiping the cum from your body. You blinked up at him, still hazy from the afterglow, as he sat you up carefully, slipping one of his oversized shirts over your head. The fabric engulfed you, soft and comforting against your skin.

Leviathan climbed back into the bathtub, pulling you against him as you snuggled closer. “I love you, Levi,” you murmured, your voice barely more than a whisper.

He stiffened slightly, and you could almost feel the blush spreading across his face. But then he relaxed, pulling you even closer as he whispered back, “I love you too, my Henry.”

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The next morning, you and Leviathan made your way to the breakfast hall, an air of new intimacy surrounding the both of you. As you sat down next to each other, you couldn’t help but smile brightly, your mood light and content. Beside you, Leviathan’s face was a deep shade of red, but he kept his gaze steady, meeting everyone’s eyes with an unusual boldness.

The rest of the brothers were stunned, their gazes flickering between you and Leviathan. It was impossible not to notice the fresh love bites peppered along your neck, the clear signs of a night of passion. You were dressed in a shirt and shorts that hung loosely on your frame, clearly not your own. The brothers recognized them as Leviathan’s, the fit too big, the scent unmistakably his.

Leviathan, too, bore similar marks, his skin reddened in places where your lips had claimed him. Though his face was flushed, he met their envious, almost hostile stares with a look of smug satisfaction, the message clear: you were taken.

The entire situation had unfolded almost too perfectly. Leviathan knew you well—knew your possessive streak, your fiery temper. That’s how his plan to capture your attention had been born. Despite being a yucky, worthless otaku, Leviathan wasn’t blind to the reality of his situation. He was one of the seven lords, the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy—of course, he had fans. That’s where he’d found his opportunity.

He’d carefully chosen a random admirer, one who was eager and willing, someone who would be easy to approach. A few conversations, a little flirtation, and then the ask—an offer to start dating.

He’d known it was a gamble; the possibility that you might turn your affections toward one of his brothers had loomed over him. But he’d played it just right, giving you enough attention to keep you on the line, making sure you understood that despite everything, you were the one he truly wanted.

It wasn’t as if he had any real interest in the succubus anyway. She was merely a pawn, a tool to make you jealous. When he’d told you he was seeing someone, he’d felt the surge of envy radiate from you. It had been an intoxicating feeling, and he knew then that you would come back to him.

The full success of his plan only became apparent when he saw how you began to change. You turned down invitations from his brothers, ignoring their attempts to woo you. Leviathan could almost taste the sweetness of victory then. The only challenge remaining was to endure the presence of the whiny succubus long enough for his strategy to come to full fruition.

There were moments, countless times, when he almost faltered. When you teased him, pushing him to the edge with your coy smiles and lingering touches, it had taken all his strength not to break. But he knew he had to wait—had to hold out until your feelings transformed from mere jealousy into something deeper, something real.

He was painfully aware that he didn’t deserve your affection, that you were far too good for him. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was that no one else could have you.

When your demeanor softened, when your eyes began to linger on him with a tenderness he had longed for, Leviathan knew he had you exactly where he wanted. The shift was subtle but unmistakable—your playful jabs turned into gentle touches, your once-teasing words into genuine concern and affection. He could see the longing in your eyes, the way you would watch him when you thought he wasn’t looking. It was all falling into place.

The events that followed were exactly as he had anticipated. Yes, he had manipulated you, guided your emotions with calculated precision. But did he care? Not in the slightest. Because in the end, you were his. His to hold, his to cherish, his to love.

Leviathan was, after all, a master strategist. He had orchestrated this outcome with the same care and precision he used in his battles—only this time, the victory was sweeter than any he had ever known.

Irrevocably Yours

a/n: I always wanted to make a yandere x yandere fic. I feel like it didn't come off as dark as it could have been lmao.

Cw: Yandere x Yandere(which means usual talks about killing, love potions, confinement, etc), Yandere!Levi, Yandere!MC(but you're trying to do better), Double Penetration, Rough Sex, Levi having two dicks, some dub-con(there's protests at first but MC actually wants him), Fem!MC, kinda ooc.

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It was becoming too much—how you felt, the way your emotions churned inside you like a storm you couldn’t control. You were trying so hard not to give in to your usual behavior, to be normal, to keep it together. But the obsessive thoughts, the relentless impulse to take, to control, to own, were beginning to creep up, growing stronger with each passing day.

You’d managed to keep that side of yourself under wraps—relatively speaking—by focusing on anything and everything else. You buried yourself in distractions, anything to keep your mind off the darker urges. That was why you avoided relationships, why you pushed away any romantic feelings.

But that wasn’t enough anymore, because you were in love. Completely and utterly in love. The target of your affection was Leviathan, the shy, awkward, but endearing otaku. You hadn’t meant for it to happen; you’d kept your walls tall and unyielding, only offering detached friendship to the demon, just like you did with his brothers. But somehow, that detached friendship had morphed into an actual friendship.

You reasoned with yourself that it was okay to have a friend, as long as it didn’t become more. Friendship was harmless, right? You could handle that.

Wrong.

You quickly went from being just another normie to becoming his Henry, and with that came a shift you hadn’t anticipated. He started dragging you into his room more often, refusing to let you leave with those big, sad eyes and that lovely blush on his face. He’d ask you to stay just a bit longer, his voice tinged with a plea you found impossible to resist. Maybe your mistake was relenting so often, convincing yourself that you were doing it for the sake of your friendship, feeding into the denial that you weren’t crossing a line.

It was during one of those many nights spent gaming together that the truth hit you—like a bucket of ice-cold water. You were infatuated with him. The realization came when you found yourself wondering how you could keep him isolated, how you could ensure that no one else could be around him but you. The thought startled you, made you question everything. You were trying to be good, to do better. You couldn’t possibly be infatuated. That wasn’t you, not anymore. So you decided you needed to distance yourself from him, just a bit, so you could get over whatever it was you were feeling. It should have been easy, right?

Wrong again.

You didn’t anticipate Leviathan’s persistence. You thought of him as too shy, too easily flustered to chase after anyone, least of all you. But he never gave up. He whined in your ear, his voice desperate and needy, tugging on your clothes like a child afraid of being left alone. He even went as far as staying in your room with you, refusing to leave your side. It was so out of character, so unlike the Leviathan you thought you knew, that it rendered you speechless every single time. (And maybe, just maybe, another mistake you made was not paying closer attention to the hidden obsession lurking in his eyes, the way they darkened with something deeper, something more dangerous.)

Seeing such persistence warmed your heart, though. It showed you that he was willing to fight for you, to keep you close no matter what. Infatuation quickly turned into love—so completely in love. But just because you were in love didn’t necessarily mean it had to be obsessive or controlling, right? It could be a pure love, right?

Completely and utterly wrong. (And you wondered, in those rare moments of clarity, was anything you decided ever the right choice?)

The thoughts about being the only one around him consumed you. The maddening jealousy you felt when you heard him talk to his friends online, the burning urge to destroy all of his Ruri-chan merchandise—because how dare he love anything else but you?!—the overwhelming need to check all his electronics to make sure there was no one else… it all started to eat away at you.

All you could think of was him: Leviathan, Leviathan, Leviathan.

But still, you tried. You tried your best to fight it, because you were trying to do better. To be good. You wanted to love him in a pure, wholesome way. You didn’t want your love to be so obsessive, so twisted. But it was getting harder and harder to suppress the urges. (But were you really even trying hard enough, or were you just kidding yourself?)

It took all your willpower not to give in, but even with that, there were small things you did without his knowledge—like taking articles of his clothing, savoring the way they smelled of him. You took harmless peeks here and there at his computer and even his phone (and it wasn’t like he made it hard to figure out his passwords when he put it in right in front of you). Occasionally, you’d discourage him from going outside, convincing him it was safer, better to stay in. But it was all harmless, at least that’s what you wanted to believe, because at least you hadn’t snuck in a love potion to make him yours. (Not yet, at least.)

Still, you knew deep down that you couldn’t continue like this. The thought of hurting Leviathan twisted your heart—but you would, without hesitation, if he ever so much as looked at someone else. HE WAS YOURS. The intensity of your love for him made it clear that you needed to try again to put some distance between you, even if it meant spending time with one of his brothers instead. (It was almost laughable how desperate they were for your attention.)

That decision is what led you to your current predicament. It was your fault, yes, but your intentions were pure—at least, that’s what you told yourself. (Or was it that you were just too afraid to surrender completely?)

“I can’t,” you repeated firmly, holding your ground as you rejected Leviathan’s invitation to hang out. “I have plans with Beel.”

“P-Plans?” he echoed, his voice thick with disbelief, as though the word itself was foreign to him. His tone softened into a desperate plea. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Beel will understand if you cancel.”

The way he looked at you—so sweet, so hopeful—almost broke your resolve. But you knew you had to stay strong. “I already said I can’t. I’ll hang out with you afterwards.”

With one last, fleeting glance in his direction, you turned and walked away. If you had only looked back, you would have seen the dark, ominous scowl that had settled on his face.

When you returned from your outing with Beelzebub, who was sweet but unbearably boring, you found yourself debating whether to go see Leviathan. But you decided against it, reminding yourself of the need to maintain your distance, no matter how much it hurt. You clung to that conviction even as you ignored the constant stream of message notifications chiming from your D.D.D while you got ready for bed.

And maybe—just maybe—if you hadn’t been so completely lost in sleep, you would have noticed Leviathan standing silently at the foot of your bed, his demon form fully revealed, with slitted, orange-glowing eyes fixed intently on your figure.

This pattern continued for an entire week. You spent time with one brother after another, each day rejecting Leviathan’s invitations with an ache in your heart. But then, something strange started happening. Random pieces of your clothing—mostly your panties—began to disappear. Objects like your notebooks, chapstick, hair ties, and even pillows vanished without a trace. By that point, you knew it wasn’t just your imagination.

It made you want to scream. Someone actually had the audacity to take your things—and how dare they covet you when you belonged to Levi! The thought burned in your mind, making it nearly impossible to focus as Satan tried to engage you in conversation at the cat café. The soft meows and gentle purring of the cats around you did nothing to soothe the growing anger bubbling inside. Every time you saw a playful swish of a tail or felt a soft nuzzle, your thoughts drifted back to the house, to the annoyance you were going to have to deal with. You knew you’d have to investigate more thoroughly the moment you returned.

Once the two of you finally arrived back at the house, you were on a mission. Barely muttering a goodbye to Satan, you made a beeline for your room, your heart pounding with anticipation. The hallways blurred as you stormed through them, your mind solely focused on getting answers, to check and see if anything else went missing. Reaching your door, you flung it open with a force that made the hinges creak. But the sight that greeted you stopped you in your tracks.

Leviathan was sitting on your bed, his posture casual yet somehow possessive, as if he owned not just the bed but the entire space around him. His presence filled the room, and for a moment, you faltered, the anger you had felt earlier mixing with surprise and something else you couldn’t quite name (was it excitement?). You closed the door behind you, the click of the latch sounding louder than it should have in the stillness.

“Levi?” you questioned, your voice wavering slightly. The intensity of his gaze when he finally looked up at you made your breath catch. His usually soft and shy demeanor was replaced with something far more focused, almost predatory.

“Did you have fun with Satan?” he asked bluntly, his voice low and steady. The stillness of his figure, the way he didn’t move a muscle, made you instantly cautious. It was like he was waiting for something—for a slip, a crack in your composure.

“I did,” you lied easily, though the words tasted bitter on your tongue. The truth was, you had hated every second of your time with Satan, and it wasn’t just because of him. You loathed going out with any of Leviathan’s brothers.

Leviathan tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as he observed you. It felt like he could see right through your lie, peeling back layers to uncover the truth you were trying to hide. The intensity of his scrutiny almost made you shiver. But then, as quickly as the tension had arisen, it dissipated. Leviathan looked away, his fingers beginning to fidget with his D.D.D. The shift in his demeanor was almost surreal.

“W-would you like to come to my room? We haven’t s-spent time together,” he asked, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. When he looked at you again, his eyes were no longer sharp and probing but soft and vulnerable.

You hesitated, weighing your options. It should be fine to go with him this one time. You told yourself you’d make it quick—just a few minutes in his room, and then you’d leave. The sudden foreboding feeling you had should had deterred you yet you chose to ignore it (or maybe you just didn’t want to see the signs right in front of you).

“Sure.” A word that sealed your fate.

As you walked with him through the dimly lit hallway, the anxiety grew stronger, tightening its grip on your chest with every step. Leviathan was close enough that you could feel the occasional brush of his arm against yours, and each touch sent a jolt through your body, heightening your unease. The closer you got to his room, the heavier the air felt, as if the walls themselves were closing in on you. You wondered if you would be able to bolt if things spiraled out of control, your mind already calculating the distance to the door and the speed you’d need to escape.

When you both stood in front of his door, the tension in the air was palpable, a suffocating presence that made your skin crawl. It was almost ominous when he opened the door and gestured for you to step inside, the sound of the door creaking open like a warning you were too stubborn to heed. As you walked in, your eyes darted around the room, searching for anything out of place, but everything looked the same. His usual setup, the familiar clutter of manga and figurines… So why were you feeling like th—oh.

Your breath caught in your throat as your gaze landed on his desk. Those were your items scattered across it, some new things that you hadn’t even realized were missing yet. And there, in his tub, nestled among his many sheets and body pillows, were your clothes, panties and pillows, arranged almost reverently.

You stood there, paralyzed by shock, even as you heard the door close behind you, the sound of the lock sliding into place echoing loudly in your ears.

“Levi, that’s… my stuff, my clothes,” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper, but you knew he heard you. He was standing so close behind you now that you could feel the heat of his body radiating against your back, making you shiver involuntarily.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” he asked, his voice low and eerily calm, completely ignoring your statement as if it were irrelevant. His breath tickled your ear, sending another shiver down your spine.

This wasn’t what you expected. Leviathan wasn’t supposed to be like you, caught in the same struggle, battling the same obsession. The thought made your heart race. That wasn’t good—you didn’t want to be pulled further into obsession, into depravity. You wanted to be normal, to be better, to be good. You chanted those words to yourself like a prayer, a desperate attempt to cling to sanity, even as you finally turned to look at him.

He was looking at you with an intensity that made your breath hitch, his eyes locked onto yours as if you were the only thing that existed in his world.

But you couldn’t give in. You were determined to have a wholesome, pure romance with him. You had to resist, had to keep things from spiraling out of control.

“Don’t make me ask you again,” he growled, his voice dropping an octave as he grabbed your chin with a firm hand, his hold almost bruising in its intensity (and his aggressiveness shouldn’t have been so arousing to you).

“Things were getting too… intense. I just wanted a bit of space so things could mellow down between us,” you answered hesitantly, your words stumbling over themselves as you tried to make him understand. But even as you spoke, you could feel the flimsiness of your excuse, the way it barely held together under the weight of the truth.

“Intense?” He grinned, a smile that was more a baring of teeth than anything else, with an almost maniacal edge to it. His eyes gleamed with a knowing light, as if he could see right through you, as if he knew all the things you’d done behind his back, all the secrets you thought you’d kept hidden.

But you stubbornly kept your mouth shut. You could do this—you could talk him down, make him see reason. You would keep your distance and regain control (liar, liar, liar. All you did was lie).

“I know you want me. At first, I couldn’t believe it because why would you want me? But then, you started taking some of my clothes.” He looked deeply pleased as he let go of your chin, bending down to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as he spoke. “I could even feel your envy, your jealousy when I’d game with my friends or when I gave too much attention to anything else that wasn’t you.”

You sucked in a breath as he slowly nipped at your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that sent a jolt of sensation through your body, heat pooling in your core despite yourself.

“I thought things were going well,” he paused, his voice darkening as he continued, “but then you started spending time with my brothers. You were ignoring my messages and invitations to come to my room.” As those words left his lips, the nipping grew harsher until he bit down on your neck deep enough to leave a mark but not enough to draw blood. The sudden sharp pain made you yelp and squirm in his grasp, but his hold was unrelenting.

He snarled at your attempts to break free, the sound vibrating against your skin, and you froze again, your body betraying you as a wave of desire crashed over you. You wanted to give in so badly—you wanted him to be yours. You wanted to be his. This side of him was so unexpected but definitely not unwelcome.

“I need you to explain yourself. Now.” His grip tightened as he fisted his hand in your hair and yanked it back harshly, forcing you to meet his gaze.

You licked your lips, trying to steady your breathing. “Levi, this just isn’t… healthy. I’m trying to do better.”

He scoffed, as if your answer was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. “We want to be with each other. Does anything else matter?”

His words were tempting, far too tempting. But you wanted your love to last, to be built on a solid foundation (but really, you were just a fucking coward).

“It does matter. How about you let me go back to my room so we can think about this?” you suggested, your voice trembling slightly. The grip on your hair tightened, pulling at your scalp, and you winced in pain (but you wanted him to be even more aggressive, to show you how much he loved you).

“You, better than anyone, should know that you aren’t going anywhere. If I have to tie you up, then I will.” He released your hair with a sudden force and pushed you down onto the floor. The impact was harsh, and you barely managed to catch yourself with your hands before your head could hit the hard surface. He stood over you, a blank expression on his face as he watched you struggle to steady yourself.

“L-Levi, just calm down. We can talk about this,” you pleaded softly, your voice trembling as he dropped to his knees, caging you in his arms against the cold, hard floor. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, mingling with the coolness of the floor beneath you. If he kept pushing, you knew you would give in.

“For someone who wants me just as badly, you’re protesting too much.” His voice was low, dangerously calm, as he leaned his forehead against yours. His breath ghosted over your lips. “But don’t worry, I’ll fuck the fight out of you. And if that doesn’t work, well, I don’t mind using other methods if it means keeping you with me.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t help the way your body reacted. Heat pooled between your thighs, your panties already soaked through. You almost moaned at the sheer threat in his voice, and you wondered just how much rougher he’d get if you kept resisting. Would he lose control entirely? (You hoped he would.)

“Levi, please. We can’t,” you whined weakly, your resolve wavering as his lips brushed against yours. You somehow managed to turn your head away, but the gesture felt futile. The air around you shifted as he pulled back, his energy darkening. When you glanced up at him, his demon form was already out—scales glistening under the dim light, coral horns out, his tail swaying predatorily, and his glowing orange eyes fixated on you with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

“Fine, I guess we’ll do this the hard way,” he growled in your ear. The words sent your mind spiraling, and before you could fully process what was happening, everything became a blur of heat and sensation.

You gasped, eyes widening as his hand slid under your skirt with purpose, fingers expertly finding your soaked core. He moaned—a deep, guttural sound that sent a thrill through your body—when he felt how wet you were even through the thin fabric of your panties. It was the only confirmation he needed, the last bit of proof that you truly wanted him, needed him, despite your feeble protests.

With a heated urgency, his hands tore away your panties and skirt, ripping through the delicate fabric like it was nothing. Your shirt and bra followed, shredded under his impatient touch, leaving your skin exposed to the cool air and his hungry gaze. He didn’t waste a second, pulling you into a smoldering kiss that was all heat and desperation. Just like that, your resolve shattered, crumbling beneath the weight of your desire. You returned the kiss with equal fervor because you wanted—no, you needed—him so badly it ached.

He smirked against your lips when he felt you go pliant in his arms, the tension leaving your body as you surrendered to him. His mouth broke away from yours, only to descend upon your chest, his hot breath trailing over your skin as he left a path of bruising bite marks in his wake. Each nip sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through you, drawing breathless moans from your lips.

Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging him closer as he zeroed in on one of your nipples, his mouth hot and eager. He sucked on the small nub, his tongue swirling around it before his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core. Meanwhile, his thick fingers pumped into your wet, warm cunt—two at first, then three, and finally four, stretching you open with a pace that was fast and merciless. The sensation was overwhelming, the roughness almost too much to bear, but you craved it. You needed more.

He didn’t give you a moment to adjust, didn’t let you catch your breath as he fucked you with his fingers, driving them in deep with each thrust. His thumb found your swollen clit, rubbing tight, desperate circles that had you crying out, your body arching off the floor. The pleasure was intense, almost unbearable, but you loved it.

You hugged him closer, your whines and pleas for more filling the room, mingling with the sounds of your slick arousal as his fingers moved in and out of you with relentless speed. He was going to make you cum already, and you hadn’t even gotten started. His mouth finally released your nipple, leaving it glistening with his saliva, and he pulled you into an almost desperate kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth as he curled his fingers just right inside you.

Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over you with a force that left you breathless. You cried out, the sound muffled by his mouth, and your cunt clenched around his fingers, gushing wetness all over his hand. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, riding you through your orgasm as if he wanted to wring every last drop of pleasure from you.

It was all so rough, so fast, but it felt so right, like this was exactly how it was meant to be. You could only watch with half-lidded eyes, your breath coming in short gasps, as he finally pulled his fingers out of your throbbing cunt. Your juices coated his hand and he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a look of pure satisfaction.

But he wasn’t done. Not even close.

He leaned back, his glowing eyes never leaving yours as he reached for his zipper. The sound of it being pulled down was almost deafening in the silence that followed. He didn’t bother fully undressing, only tugging his jeans down just enough to free his cock—no, cocks. He had two of them, thick and throbbing with need.

Your mouth watered at the sight of him, and your cunt clenched on nothing as you imagined the sensation of him fucking you open on those thick, pulsating cocks. The mere thought made you shiver. You spread your legs wider, a silent plea, an open invitation that had him settling between them eagerly.

“This messy cunt belongs to me,” Leviathan rasped, his voice low and gravelly, as he rubbed both of his cocks against the slick folds of your cunt. The friction sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making you gasp as he gathered the wetness on the heads of his cocks, teasing your entrance with slow, deliberate movements. “You belong to me. I need you to remember that because I will kill anyone you so much as look at for too long. I don’t even want you leaving my room at all.”

You mewled softly at his words, the sound escaping your lips involuntarily, and you knew in that moment that there was no going back. You couldn’t deny it anymore—couldn’t even pretend to care how twisted your love had become, how unhealthy it likely was. All that mattered was that he was finally yours, and you would do anything to keep him that way.

“Do you understand?” Leviathan’s tone was harsh as he gripped both of his cocks firmly, positioning them at your entrance. He pushed forward slowly, just the tips breaching your slick, swollen folds. The stretch was intense, borderline painful, but the pleasure that accompanied it was undeniable. A high-pitched moan tore from your throat as your eyes became teary at the sensation.

“Levi!” you whined, desperation lacing your voice as you attempted to roll your hips down, to pull more of him inside. But his tail coiled around your waist, holding you firmly in place.

“I asked you a question. Do you understand?” Leviathan remained still, his gaze dark with lust, waiting for your answer. When you didn’t respond quickly enough, his hand moved to your breast, fingers tugging one of your nipples harshly. The sting made you gasp, a mixture of pain and pleasure that sent a jolt straight to your core. “Or are you so cock-drunk already that you can’t even answer me?”

“I—I understand,” you panted, finally finding your voice. You reached up, your hand tangling in his hair as you yanked him down, bringing his face closer to yours. “But that also means you belong to me. I will kill you and myself if you ever try to leave me.”

“Fuck,” he cursed, and you felt his cocks twitch at your words. His lips crashed into yours in a sloppy, heated kiss, all teeth and tongue, as if he was trying to devour you whole. The kiss broke only when he pulled back to latch onto the side of your neck that was still unmarked, his teeth grazing your skin before sinking in, marking you with more bruises that would be visible for days. And then, with a snap of his hips, he thrust both cocks fully inside you.

The stretch was overwhelming, the sensation of being so utterly full making you sob with pleasure. He didn’t give you time to adjust, his pace punishing as he pounded into you, each thrust harder and faster than the last. It was as if he were releasing all the pent-up anger from the week you had avoided him, taking out his frustration on your body. But you welcomed it, craved it even. You’d always loved the bite of pain with your pleasure, always been a bit of a masochist for it.

Moans mixed with cries of pleasure, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. It was loud, lewd, and unmistakable, and you knew anyone within earshot would know exactly what was happening. But the thought only fueled your desire for him, making you arch against him, desperate to take him even deeper.

You felt another orgasm building, coiling tight in your core as one of Leviathan’s cocks hit your sweet spot with each thrust, while the blunt tip of the other bumped against your cervix, making you see stars. The sensations were overwhelming, your mind going hazy as you babbled incoherently, slurred pleas and moans spilling from your lips.

Leviathan’s eyes were glued to your face, watching every expression, every reaction. The sight of you—completely fucked out, cock-drunk and lost in pleasure—sent a surge of smug satisfaction through him. He moaned loudly, the sound almost desperate as he lifted your legs, pressing your knees against your chest, and somehow, impossibly, drove even deeper inside you.

You wailed as another orgasm tore through you, your cunt clenching and throbbing around him, the pleasure almost too intense to bear. He whined at the sensation, his own pace faltering as he neared his release. With a final, forceful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you and came, his hot seed flooding your cunt. The feeling of him filling you, marking you from the inside out, made you moan weakly.

He panted heavily as he finally stopped cumming, his breath ragged as he slowly pulled out, even as you whimpered from the overstimulation. Cum leaked from your thoroughly used cunt, trailing down to your ass as he admired the state he’d left you in.

For a moment, he just looked at you—as if memorizing every mark, every bruise, every inch of you that he’d claimed. Then, with surprising gentleness and a now adorable flush on his face, he picked you up, holding you close to his chest. He carried you to his tub and he climbed in, laying down with you on top of him, his arms wrapped securely around you as he pulled a soft sheet over both of you.

You snuggled closer against his chest, your eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion washed over you. The romance between you two was never going to be pure, never going to be simple. It was twisted, dark, and even dangerous—but it was real. You belonged to each other, and that was enough.

You would do anything to keep him because Leviathan was finally yours. And really, this was the best outcome you could have hoped for. Now, you didn’t have to go through with your darker plans of somehow knocking him out and trapping him somewhere. You only hoped he took you seriously about never leaving, because you truly would kill him if he tried. He belonged to you, after all.

Levi who jerks himself off to a hentai where one of the characters looks like you. Oh how he wishes you were riding his thick cock, jerking his other one , not needing any lube because of how wet he already was

How he wishes you would use him like a toy, making him suck on your strap like its a real dick, praising him for being so good for you.

How he wished to be overstimulated by you till he shot blanks, but he would take it like the good boy he was.

Little did he know you knew of his perverted desires, waiting for the day he would muster up the courage to confess them to you.

Catching masturbating part 2 soon gayballs

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✧˚·. Leviathan

“Stop complaining and stay still” he says as he still deep inside of you, your juices now mixing together to ruin the sheets underneath you two. 

“It’s... It’s too much...” you plea between your sobs, desperately trying to get him off of you by kicking him, something that only makes him anger. Leviathan free hand goes to your neck, squeezing rather roughly with an annoyed expression on his face. 

“Tch. Stop fucking moving and be still.” he says with such a roughness you feel yourself getting wetter, your broken moans coming out of your mouth as he keeps moving against you with further force than before. 

“You are going to do what I tell you. Stay beneath me and take what I give you.” he squeeze your neck again, making you see black dots around your vision but also stars, it feels so good it hurts. 

And you cum, embaressingly so, feeling Levi cock twitching inside of you before he paints your tight walls white. 

“Good. We aren’t done yet.” 

✧˚·. Lucifer

“Yes, good. Very good. Keep crying for me.” Lucifer says, licking your tears away with his tongue, humming in pleasure when that salty taste gets on his mouth. Your tears are so tasty, he could eat them forever. 

“L, luci... Please...” you sob at his fast and deep thrusts, feeling the overstimulation and extremely full of his semen to the point where it was leaking out from your hole, ruining the sheets beneath.  

You try to kick him off you, but he stops your kick with his free hand with a smirk appearing on his face. Lucifer takes your thighs and forces your legs to be on his shoulder, so that all you can do is take his cock and what he gives you. 

“Please what? We haven’t finished yet. Aren’t you happy that im finally giving you attention my dear?” 

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ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: SMUT, 18+ (MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DON’T INTERACT), Bad English, GN Reader (no body description or pronouns), Dom Characters, Overstimulation, Dubcon?, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ My blog contains dark content, be careful when interacting/following! Please if you like my work don't forget to reblog/interact with me♡ Minors, ageless, blank blogs, and silent readers will get blocked if interact with me. ➳ Characters: Leviathan, Lucifer

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✧˚·. Leviathan

“Stop complaining and stay still” he says as he still deep inside of you, your juices now mixing together to ruin the sheets underneath you two. 

“It’s... It’s too much...” you plea between your sobs, desperately trying to get him off of you by kicking him, something that only makes him anger. Leviathan free hand goes to your neck, squeezing rather roughly with an annoyed expression on his face. 

“Tch. Stop fucking moving and be still.” he says with such a roughness you feel yourself getting wetter, your broken moans coming out of your mouth as he keeps moving against you with further force than before. 

“You are going to do what I tell you. Stay beneath me and take what I give you.” he squeeze your neck again, making you see black dots around your vision but also stars, it feels so good it hurts. 

And you cum, embaressingly so, feeling Levi cock twitching inside of you before he paints your tight walls white. 

“Good. We aren’t done yet.” 

✧˚·. Lucifer

“Yes, good. Very good. Keep crying for me.” Lucifer says, licking your tears away with his tongue, humming in pleasure when that salty taste gets on his mouth. Your tears are so tasty, he could eat them forever. 

“L, luci... Please...” you sob at his fast and deep thrusts, feeling the overstimulation and extremely full of his semen to the point where it was leaking out from your hole, ruining the sheets beneath.  

You try to kick him off you, but he stops your kick with his free hand with a smirk appearing on his face. Lucifer takes your thighs and forces your legs to be on his shoulder, so that all you can do is take his cock and what he gives you. 

“Please what? We haven’t finished yet. Aren’t you happy that im finally giving you attention my dear?” 

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WHAT ARE YOU THE GOD OF, AGAIN?

feat: Lucifer (1182) ∻ Mammon (1748) ∻ Leviathan (1315) synopsis: turns out, fallen angels can have more than one sin. cw: afab!reader | overstimulation (f!receiving), squirting (if you squint); servicedom!Lucifer, oral (f!receiving), some sacrilegious connotations (heavy in Lucifer's, but they're literally a fallen angels though so that should probably go without saying) | implied nsfw; confessions; pretty tame, actually, it’s mostly just heavy-petting and fluff and i swear i tried to make it slutty but we’re in our ~feels~ with Mams today | oral (m!receiving); soft!Levi (but not sub!Levi); kinda bimbo!reader; kinda collaring but ~stylish~ | a/n: check the bottom for links to the other brothers+undateables on this theme, coming soon to a theater near you

∻ Lucifer ↠ p r i d e   ⤲   g r e e d

As the avatar of pride, LUCIFER knows a thing or two about confidence. After all, to be proud is to feel deep pleasure at one’s achievements, and you’d be hard-pressed to name a single thing Lucifer ever wanted that he hasn’t achieved.

But there is nothing–nothing–in heaven or hell or any realm between that gives him more pride than you.

Your sweet laugh, your infectious smile, the way your eyes close when you’re so fucked you nearly forget how to breathe… every piece of you makes him feel alive in ways he never thought possible; a startling truth he’s reminded of every time you say his name. A hard truth he can no longer pretend to loathe when he’s between your legs, coaxing out your third orgasm of the day, your hands knotted in his dark hair and voice weakly repeating his name like a prayer.

Lu-ci-fer.

Each syllable slow and broken, but there–there, for him, because of him. Not Mammon, or Diavolo, or that other wretched human–him.

It’s the only prayer he’d ever grant. God may have made you, but Lucifer has claimed you, and he will spend every day for the rest of eternity proving that. You are his, and not in the way Mammon is his to torture or he is Diavolo’s to command or Satan is the very flesh from his bone; no, you are his because you chose him.

Who wouldn’t be proud of that? Who wouldn’t want to spend their days on their knees, worshiping every crevice of your perfect body, pulling every sinfully hedonistic sound and look and quiver from you–you, the one who changed everything without even trying. Who would ever be so stupid as to think they could have had enough of you?

You could have anyone in the devildom at your altar, but you choose him to be your disciple. And he reminds you why for the third time that night, dragging his gloved fingers slowly in and out of your drenched cunt, his sharp nose rubbing against your clit as your legs shake on either side of his head. “Just like that, my love,” he murmurs into your fluttering core. “Keep saying my name. Be a good girl and give me another, and I’ll let you cum on my cock next.”

You struggle to catch your breath, barely able to keep your chest upright enough to try and lock eyes. Lucifer’s dark gaze meets yours, a smirk tugging on his lips when you start to tremble from a brief puff of hot air against your sensitive clit. You’re not sure if you’re trying to pull him closer or push him away when your fingers dig into his scalp but damn it all, the only thing your body is capable of doing is moaning each syllable of his name like it’ll be the last thing you ever say.

“P–please, Lu–Luci–I just want–you–”

He slaps your clit, but it’s the way he chuckles at how your body spasms that sends shivers down your spine. “Is this not enough?” His face hovers over your folds, thumbs gently spreading you apart. “Aren’t my fingers and tongue good enough for you?”

He asks as if he wouldn’t spend the rest of your life between your legs; as if the mere act of giving you pleasure hasn’t made a mess of his own pants once or twice already; as if he weren’t the one watching you with pleading eyes, a look of barely-veiled desperation begging you to let him keep worshiping you.

Your lower lip trembles, and your initial protest of, “s’not the same–” is drowned out by an obscene moan as Lucifer plunges his tongue inside you completely. A thumb continues to rub at your clit, and faster than you thought possible, your thighs are clenching the demon’s face. If he’d been a normal man, he wouldn’t have had the strength to keep your hips pinned with one hand and a steady pressure on your clit with the other, while simultaneously pulling away enough so your liquids completely cover his lower chin and blissed-out smile–but Lucifer is not a normal man.

He is a demon, and demons take what they want… and he wants you. Now, and tomorrow, and for the rest of his existence. To be on his hands and knees, servicing you, pleasing you– 

Never has he felt like this before. Never has he felt so helpless, so weak, so–human. 

It’d make him furious, if it wasn’t for the fact that you hoarsely whisper his name, kiss-swollen lips sounding holier than any saint. If it wasn’t for the way your hand finds his, fits in his, holds his so gently, as if you’re afraid he might be the one to break, not that he’d broken you.

“Good girl.” Lucifer stands and kisses your sweat-slick forehead. Humans, he thinks in equal parts disgust and reverence. So… fragile.

Your eyes flutter in exhaustion but stubborn refusal at missing a single second with your lover; drenched in sweat, breathing as if you’d just run a marathon. Weak, and fragile, and human, and–he needs you. He needs you, now, and tomorrow, and forever, but if he didn’t get you right this second, there would be hell to pay.

So despite knowing your body can’t handle much more, he unzips his pants, gently stroking your inner thigh to try and relax you for what’s to come. “I knew you could do it, my love. Do you want your reward?”

Eyes still closed, you nod instantly. Hands already lifting from the bed and reaching for him, weakly trying to sit up so you can provide him even just a fraction of the pleasure he’d been providing you. “Ah!” Lucifer slaps your hand away, gently stroking his leaking cock as he settles between your legs once more. “Use your words. Do you want your reward?”

“Yes,” you breathe, settling back on your forearms and forcing your body to awaken as you watch your lover with giddy anticipation. “Lucifer, please, please, I want–I want you inside me–”

With a growl, Lucifer bends over you, catching a leg and hitching it over his hip. The mewl of desperation you let out when he hesitates nearly makes him cum on the spot. 

“You’re a desperate little thing tonight, aren’t you?” he coos mockingly, gently stroking your face before he grips your jaw between his thumb and forefinger. Your hand catches his wrist, increasing pressure to match his, until you’re writhing beneath him–made all the worse by the heat you can feel from his cock, but not him. “That’s alright, my love. I’ll give you what you want. Just one more, alright? I have work to do.”

It won’t be the last. You know it, he knows it, probably even God knows it–but that doesn’t matter. Not when you feel like heaven, not when you pull him close and tell him over and over and over that you need more, you need him, Lucifer please–

Maybe his father was right. Maybe not all humans are bad–maybe some of them are worth serving, after all.

∻ Mammon ↠ g r e e d    ⤲   s l o t h

If anyone were asked who the greediest one in all of the Devildom was, it would unanimously be considered MAMMON. It is his sin, after all; he is the physical embodiment of excessive desire, and just as Beel’s appetite for food knows no bounds, Mammon’s cravings for material things is equally limitless.

So why is it you who can’t get enough?

You’d gone to Mammon’s room earlier with the copy of notes he’d asked for. It started out innocent enough; you knocked, he let you in, then he begged you to stay and help him study. It was like every other day, from the way he sat so close to you on the couch that his thigh was flesh against yours and how he managed to barter correct answers for kisses, and today, like every other day, you found yourself settled comfortably in his lap, arms lopped around his neck as you read off questions from the last multiple choice quiz he’d failed. 

The only difference seemed to be in how Mammon was getting an unusually large number of questions right.

“If I didn’t know better,” you laugh breathlessly as Mammon trails his lips up the hollow of your neck, “I’d say you’ve been studying.”

“‘Course I’ve been studying,” he murmurs, hot air tickling the sensitive skin below your jaw, “whaddya call this?”

“Fun,” you tease, pulling back to cradle the white-haired demon’s face. “And I believe you’re the one who said studying could never be fun–”

“Stand corrected,” Mammon huffs, immediately diving forward to capture your lips once more. His hands roam down to your hips, where he squeezes the flesh gently. Feeling emboldened, you rock your hips, then giggle when Mammon’s forced to pull back from your kiss with a groan so low, it rattles your bones. “Studyin’ is fun. S’long as it’s with you, though.”

You laugh and lightly kiss his lips. “Good answer.”

Once, twice, then on the third, one of Mammon’s hands darts up to your head and holds you in place. His lips, so soft against yours, so sweet on yours, move slowly. Gently, he parts yours with his, and as his fingers start to twine in your hair, he dips his tongue in.

This kiss is like no other the two of you have shared… and you’ve shared a lot. The quick, chaste ones when you first began this arrangement; the teasing, smirking ones he’d steal when he got an answer right you’d expected to be wrong; the open, messy ones that were almost more moan and spit than actual lips and air and inevitably led to someone’s shirt being ripped off; the gentle, caring ones on exposed shoulders or foreheads at the end of your “study” sessions that, somehow, so slowly you didn’t even notice, became more intimate than the way he filled you perfectly.

But this… this kiss was somehow all the old yet something new, all at once. It was deep, and not just in the way he sucks on your tongue but how he pulls you in to him, fingertips pressing into your skin as if he couldn’t get close enough–not that you mind, as you wrap a hand around the back of his head and try to bridge the very atoms of space between you. His lips move slowly, his air warm but fresh as he doesn’t even pull away to breathe; instead letting you be the one to give him life. His palms, large and slender on your frame, slowly travel over your body, from the base of your spine to cradling your cheek, and then he pauses. He pulls back. He rests his forehead against yours, wipes a thumb across your cheek, and breathily laughs. “You’re so–beautiful, ya know that? Prettiest treasure I’ve ever seen.”

And how are you supposed to respond to that? To being flattered by the Avatar of Greed, who’s notorious for never being satisfied; to being kissed like you mean something to him, to your first, to who you hope to be yours forever–to the growing dread in your heart that one day, likely soon, the Avatar of Greed will want more than you can give, and he’ll leave you.

And yet–every time you try to speed things up, try to hastily slacken his tie or unbutton your shirt and try to remind him why he should stay, stay now and stay forever, his hands catch yours. “Not yet,” he whispers, and when you whine in protest, he merely starts to kiss you like that again.

Like you’re what he cherishes most in the world. Not his gold, his clothes, or his car–but you. And you always would be.

“Mammon,” you breathe into his lips, “please.”

“Not… yet,” he answers. His hands trail along your sides, lightly bunching your shirt before letting the material fall as he cradles your face. You catch his wrists and pull back from his kiss with a pout.

“Why not? Don’t you want me?”

Mammon has the audacity to laugh. “Are ya serious? Can’t you tell?” He snaps his hips up, chuckling at the harsh intake of air you suck in when his cock, straining hard against the zipped fabric of his uniform, slides against your clit. “‘Course I want ya, silly girl. I want ya s’bad, makes me stupid.”

You roll your eyes and shove at his chest, only for Mammon to catch your wrists, keeping you pinned against him. “Evidently not, since we’ve spent all this time studying.”

Mammon shakes his head, his smile soft and contagious as he leans towards you. “Ya know what they say, precious… practice makes perfect.” 

His lips silence whatever snappy retort you don’t have time to conjure, and instead, you lose yourself in him. In the way his lips move in tandem with yours; the way his hand presses between your shoulder blades, arching your back into his chest; the way his eyelashes flicker against your cheek every so often; and the low way he whispers your name when you try gyrating your hips against his.

“Ya tryin’ to be the end of me or somethin’?” he drawls in exasperation, resting both palms on your hips to still your movements. He rests his forehead against yours, staunchly avoiding your gaze as he keeps you still.

“I’m tryin’ to get laid,” you drawl back, dragging your fingers down Mammon’s wide shoulders to rest on his abs–just the way you know he likes. “I thought–that’s what you wanted?” Mammon tenses, and you pull away. Your hands come up to grab his chin, forcing him to look at you. His cheeks are flushed, and despite not protesting at the way you move his body, his eyes refuse to meet yours. “Mammon? Isn’t… that why you invited me? To fuck?”

He holds out for precisely 1.4 seconds, before his eyes flick to yours and he loses all composure. “Yeah,” he admits, and he doesn’t know whether to be encouraged or heartbroken at the way you seem to be able to breathe again. “But–”

He pauses. He watches your eyes widen, he feels the air catch in your throat, and then he watches your neck remain still. One heartbeat; two heartbeats; three heartbeats–

“Jus’... wanna take my time with ya today, s’all.”

There’s something more desperate about the way he sucks on your neck now, something that has you squirming and moaning and pulling his head back before just the feeling of his lips on your skin makes you unravel.

“What’s so special about today?”

Mammon shakes his hair free of your grasp and latches onto your neck again. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close. “Nothin’. Somethin’. Dunno, jus’... jus’ realized somethin’. S’nothin’.”

“Doesn’t sound like nothing…” you tease, rather enjoying this secretive side of him. “Doesn’t feel like nothing, either.” With a pointed roll of your hips, Mammon lets out a groan, and he bites your neck in retaliation. Just a little nip; not enough to break skin, but enough to bruise. Enough to leave a mark that won’t fade for a few days, at the very least.

The first mark he’s ever left.

“Mammon!” you scold, but it lacks bite; especially when the white-haired demon meets your gaze while licking a soft stripe along the already-bruising skin before pressing a gentle kiss on the most tender spot.

“Like it when ya say my name,” he responds, pressing kisses all the way up to your lips. “Like it better when ya moan it.”

So you do; over and over and over, even though he does nothing besides kiss you. Occasionally, he’ll bounce his leg; and occasionally, he’ll let his hands roam to cover your breasts, teasing your painfully erect nipples briefly before trailing back to your hips; but that’s all.

“I think I like whatever it is you’ve realized,” you say when the two of you finally break apart. Your breath is heavy in the air, chest heaving as fingers trail up and down Mammon’s still-clothed chest. 

Mammon smiles. “You don’t even know what it is.”

You hum in agreement, then laugh. “Don’t have to. Not if it means you’ll keep kissing me like that.”

Meeting Mammon’s gaze makes your heart do funny things. Both rapidly beating and seizing at once, shrinking four sizes but growing so large it might burst; making you feel so full, so complete that it just slips out before you can even think to catch it.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Time freezes. The weight of the world hits like an ice bath, and it’s all you can do to close your eyes. Your fingers knot in Mammon’s shirt, and you try to memorize the way the fabric feels; the softness from his detergent, the heat emanating from his chest beneath, the steady pulsing of his heartbeat, the rough callouses of his fingers as they wrap around your wrists–

“Hate to one-up ya, precious, but I know I’m in love with ya,” he says, and time comes crashing down. “S’what I realized today, and s’why I wanna take my time with ya tonight, and s’why I’m gonna spend every day by yer side, doin’ whatever ya want, s’long as you let me–”

The rest of his confession is cut off by your lips, but for once, Mammon doesn’t mind being interrupted. Not if it means he can take his time with you tonight and prove to you that an eternity of him by your side is something to be certain of.

∻ Leviathan ↠ e n v y ⤲ p r i d e

LEVIATHAN thought he knew what pride was. He thought it was the feeling he gets when he finds a rare Ruri-chan doll that they stopped manufacturing decades ago and he has the highest bid, or maybe when he beats a tournament he spent all weekend holed up in his room competing in, or maybe even accurately translating the hidden chapters of TSL that appeared after seven years of radio silence.

But none of that comes close to the way he feels right now; to the way his heart threatens to burst in his chest as you softly lick the underside of his heavily erect cock, tits threatening to burst over the top of your maid uniform, remnants of his last orgasm still glimmering on your breasts.

“What’s wrong, Leviachan?” you ask, sweetly popping off his cock and lazily flicking your wrist. “You look flustered.”

Levi lets out a pitiful whine and sinks lower in his gaming chair. A hand reaches out to knot in your roots, guiding your mouth back to where he desperately needs you. “D-don’t tease,” he tries commanding, but the way his voice cracks gives him away. “This is–this was your idea, remember?”

And it was; it always is. Because even though it makes Leviathan’s heart so full to see you on your knees for him, it never happened because of him. You decided when the best time to suck him off is; and like your perfect plaything, Leviathan always let you. He could never say no to you, his pride and joy. His favorite collectible; the only one of your kind.

It irritates him, a little. The fact that you hold this much power over him. The fact that you can show up in a trench-coat while he’s in the middle of beating his latest video game (a puzzle game, one that requires complete concentration or you have to restart from scratch), and with a simple unknotting of a belt and ring of a bell, have him wrapped around your finger.

If it wasn’t the maid outfit you wore beneath your coat, it was the fluffy handcuffs you attached to his wrists before sinking to your knees that rendered him speechless; and if it wasn’t the way you sunk to your knees, nuzzling your cheek against his thigh and batted your pretty eyelashes as you begged your Leviachan to help you feel good that broke him, it was seeing the dainty choker spelling out his name in silver letters along your throat.

His release had splattered over your chest before he could even process what he was looking at, and by the time his mind caught up to his body, you were already suckling at his flushed cockhead once more.

Leviathan’s wrists yank weakly against the handcuffs as his hand travels from your scalp to where the lowlight of his gaming console illuminates the silver letters dangling against your throat. His heart stalls as he hooks his index finger around the chain, and a throaty giggle slips out your lips as he yanks you forward with just his finger.

No, he wasn’t imagining it when he came; that really is his name, adorning your body, for all the Devildom to see.

“M-mine?”

With a smile, you nod. A smaller hand wraps around Leviathan’s slender wrist, and your press a kiss to the pulsepoint just within. “M’all yours, Leviathan. Figured the others should know, too.”

The handcuffs were just for show–or if they weren’t, they are now, because Leviathan snaps them with ease. He stands roughly, stumbling slightly as his pants catch around his ankles. His grip on your neck never falters as he raises you with him, then tugs you backwards on top of him as he collapses on the floor.

“Need you,” he mutters through feverish kisses, plastered messily all over your face and neck. His hands fumble with your get-up, and although you laugh when he rips the material clean off your body, your whine of, “Levi, that was expensive–” causes him to nip your ear.

“I’ll buy you another.”

He doesn’t even both removing your skirt–if that’s what that sliver of material could be called, anyway. It barely hides your ass, pooling atop your thighs in the place he wishes his hands to go. With the fluffy handcuffs, now broken, still decorating each write like cotton candy bracelets, Leviathan lifts the pads of his fingers to your mouth. Obediently, your lips part and you lick them slowly, tongue wrapping around each digit like it had just been lapping at his cock.

Leviathan whines. He flips you on your back, hovering over you as your own hands messily unbutton his shirt, lips meeting in a sticky conglomeration of spit and desperate pleas to feel each other. His spit-slicked fingers are gentle compared to the ferocity with which he kisses you, stroking between your folds before dipping in, catching your release and spreading it along your clit.

“All for me… right, baby?” Leviathan pants as he pistons one finger in and out of your gummy walls. “All dressed–dressed up for me, all wet–all wet for me–”

“Yes,” you mewl, “for–for you, Levi–only for you!”

That’s all it takes for Leviathan to lose the last of his composure. He slides into you without warning, filling you to the brim. The breath is knocked loose from your lungs, and the way Leviathan is quick to cover your lips with his, swallowing any further moans or whimpers of his name.

He pulls back when he feels your walls fluttering around him. Your heels dig into the small of his back, pressing his hips even deeper into you–as if that was possible. As if Levi hadn’t taken advantage of every single second to be buried as deep as possible within you. 

Tenderly, Levi brushes some of your sweat-slicked hair out of your face, and even more careful, he presses a kiss to the hollow of your throat, right above where his name sits pretty. “You look so pretty… is this because of me, b-babe? You look all pretty b-because I make you f-feel this way?”

You nod desperately, carding your fingers through his silky purple locks. “All–all ‘cause of–of you, Levi–”

That’s all it takes to push him over the edge, and with him–you. You come undone around him, meekly burying your moans into the taut muscle of his bicep as the world briefly fades to white.

Levi is filled with that feeling again; the one that makes his chest seem too small. The one that causes all sounds but your staggered breathing to fall away, and all sights but the one of your flushed cheeks and lovesick smile and fluttering lashes disappear to darkness, and all feeling but the sensation of you snuggling into his chest feel as foreign as the human world. 

He may be a shut-in, he reasons as he tucks his head into the crook of your neck. He may be an otaku, and awkward, and you might be able to do a hell of a lot better than him–but he did this. He makes you do bold things, like wear a maid outfit under your coat all day just to tease him, or bring handcuffs you know can’t hold him just to see if he’ll listen, or make the absolute prettiest sounds he’s ever heard in his life. He makes you feel better than you’ve ever felt, and that makes him feel good.

“Never,” you promise–and just like that, the heart Levi didn’t think could get any fuller grows two sizes.

Really good.

Good enough to start pressing light kisses up your neck, teeth catching on your new silver chain, hand gently trailing along your side. “D-don’t forget that,” he says through grit teeth. You link your fingers with his, slowly parting your legs to reallow him entrance. “I make you feel good, right? M-me. Don’t–don’t ever forget that.”

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