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200 FOLLOWERS PROMPT LIST AAAAAA

Holy fucking shit i did not expect this ! thank you so much?? As a thank you im going to do a little dialogue request thing because A) tysm and B) I need to get used to writing requests.

Okay, so this is how it will go:

Choose an obey me character, a genre (fluff, angst, suggestive, etc.), the nature of the relationship between you and the character (romantic, platonic, familial, sexual, etc.) and a prompt number. Send an ask (anon or not idc) with all three and I’ll write it!

Please do this if it flops I’ll be humiliated. 😭 🙏

I write for all shown characters except for Thirteen, Mephistopheles, and Raphael! Also anything with Luke will be platonic if it isn’t obvious already.

im pretty sure these r tumblr prompts but I got them off Pinterest so idk ☹️☹️ lmk if you know who these are from!!

QUESTION QUESTION QUESTION

what nicknames / terms of endearment do you think the brothers would call MC ?

to all the people who sent in prompt requests im so sorry it’s the illness i swear-

BUT ANYWAYS

Pet Names the Brothers Call MC

Lucifer

heart’s dearest

okay so i read this in a fic once and it’s a guilty pleasure of mine now i absolutely adore this pet name and fully believe Luce would call you this it’s canon guys there’s no room for objection

flower

you bloom in his presence and he will nourish your growth with everything he has to make sure you never wither away

darling

this one i think would be for either softer moments OR when he’s fed up with you and he’s like ‘darling, please get Cerberus off of you, he’s over 400 pounds it’s not safe for you to let him sit on you like that’ and ur jus like ‘hehe ouppy’

honorable mentions: dear/dearest, precious, dove, angel (teehee)

Mammon

treasure

cmon guys we all know that he would call you this it’s basically canon I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN RAHHH 🗣️🗣️‼️ he’s so sweet my baby mwah mwah. I can’t see him calling you jewel or ruby or anything like that it’s too formal for him. maybe diamond ??

birdie

yk how crows are his familiars? yeah. plus whenever he looks at you he feels his heart soar and he thinks not even the sky is the limit when it comes to the two of you. you just make him so happy bro :(

sweetheart

once again i think this could be used for softer or sadder moments BUT also when he’s like being silly or cheeky w you hes so babygirl coded he so meow

honorable mentions: darlin’, babe/baby, angel (he would also call you this but it’s less intense and more casual), human

cmon u thought I would forget? ur always gna be his human :)

Leviathan

let’s be so fr he would be so HESITANT to call you anything he’s so cringefail (affectionate) but let’s see hmm

player two

he wouldn’t be like ‘my player two :)’ but he would call you that affectionately while talking to you he’s a gamer he can’t help it !! ur always by his side, the best teammate he cld ask for :(

star

he calls you star whenever he’s like super excited like if you defeat a really hard level for him or together WITH him it’s really cute but he gets all embarrassed afterwards dbsjskjebe

sunshine

okay so ik what y’all are thinking, no way mans has the guts to call you this BUT HEAR ME OUT. he’s feeling vulnerable and sad and youre like the sun for him! he (lizard style) feels like he can bask in your warmth and you brighten his days. you’re comforting him while he’s resting his head on your shoulder and after a while he feels better, offering a shy smile and a, “thanks, sunshine.”

honorable mentions: henry, mana (u recharge him !!), oyster (he tried calling you pearl once but blurted out oyster instead. he doesn’t call you this but you refuse to let it go and he hates it #loserboy(affectionate))

Satan

kitten IM KIDDING IM KIDDING

my heart

cmon have you never heard his song ‘read my heart’ ??? you taught him how to love; you have such a tight grip on his heart that it might as well be yours by now

beautiful / gorgeous

this man is so smooth sometimes WITHOUT EVEN TRYING he genuinely finds you breathtaking he’s not even trying to be slick this is a genuine nickname for you,,,making kissy faces at him rn.

love / lovely / my love

he loves you send tweet. but he’s honestly so sweet and genuine about it. he has this precious small little smile on whenever he calls you it in public and he looks so boyish and sweet how can you not fall for him??? he left you with no choice

honorable mentions: my light, my fire, ladybird (regardless of gender)

Asmodeus

precious

you’re genuinely precious to him. this man adores you with every fiber of his being. you jus mean ??? everything to him???

cutie / cutiepie

ur just so adorable to him like LOOK AT THIS LITTLE HUMAN ??? adorable. when he’s feeling especially overwhelmed by you he pulls out the cutiepie and pinches your cheeks and sometimes it kinda hurts :(( dw tho he’ll treat you to an exclusive all inclusive asmo night just for the two of you if you let him know, so…no complaints here!

jewel

he may have been the jewel of the heavens but you’re by far the most precious jewel he has come across. he treats you like you’re priceless—only makes sense that the name fits the action.

honorable mentions: darling, sweetheart/sweetie, honey, lovely

Beelzebub

sweets

okay so he loves food but he doesn’t wanna call you something that’s OBVIOUSLY food related because he loves you in a different way he loves food yk??? and he wants you to know he sees you as more than that. so he calls you sweets because just thinking about you makes him feel like sugar’s melting softly on his tongue

flame

spoilers! yk the life candle incident thing? yeah. you basically are his life force with what you did. he’ll never forget that. you are his driving force, his life, his flame <3

bear

IT SOUNDS SO WEIRD AT FIRST but just listen okay 😭 it started off as teddy bear when he first started to try and come up with pet names for you but he didn’t like how that made you sound because yeah you may be human but you are the strongest being he has ever had the honor of meeting ?? you make him feel so capable and strong but the fact that you also have his back makes him feel…strange (he has butterflies guys)

honorable mentions: buzz (bees make honey plus based off a hc of what MC calls the boys), baby, fire

(i had such a hard time with him guys 😭)

Belphegor

bug / lovebug

LISTEN. THIS BITCH IS SO ANNOYING. (affectionate) he started calling you bug and you didn’t know where it came from and so you asked and he said ‘like a bedbug. bc ur annoying.’ he’s so mean i hate him :((( but he’s always been a bit of a brat what can u expect…definitely not him adding love to it. he called you lovebug when your guard was down and when you looked at him in shock the absolute cutest most sweet smile took over his face??? this is not fair cmon

bip / bips / bippy

it started as ‘personal body pillow’ bc belph is an entitled little mf and eventually got shortened to ‘bp’ pronounced ‘bip’ and then it evolved. complain all you want but you enable him by letting him use you as a personal pillow man. hes so cute when he shuts his mouth tho you can’t help it :((

bunny

he thinks its a cute nickname send tweet. but in all honestly belphie is sweet when he wants to be and he thinks ur super cute ! he usually calls you bunny when he’s teasing you but the name will slip out in an occasional moment of vulnerability <3

honorable mentions: babe, mommy (gn), buttercup, the first initial of your name

hopefully ygs like this i started struggling after a while 😭

parts of these come from bits of canon from my own inner world but honestly the boys all love you and are really sweet so ☹️🫶

beel and belphie were especially hard because i really think they would mostly just use variations of your name but I TRIED MY BEST HOPEFULLY IT WAS TO UR SATISFACTION

send an ask over if you want me to do the dateables or alternatively, what MC/you call the brothers!

“im sorry im so hard to love” vs “loving you comes more naturally to me than breathing” my beloved. just. yeah.

telling the brothers you want a baby

smau

afab reader implied in satan and asmo’s

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lucifer:

mammon:

leviathan:

satan:

asmodeus:

beelzebub:

belphegor:

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howd i do for my first smau it sounded fun so i thought id give it a shot !

ik these are lowkey ooc but i just wanted them to be funny soz 😭

Hi!! Is it okay if I requested levithan ( obey me ) with a Trans masc reader who dresses in all types of ways? Doesn't matter to him if it's feminine or masculine or gender neutral. If he likes it, he'll dress like it

I love this ask 🗣‼️

I don't know if anon wanted nsfw or sfw but either way I'll do it.

Sfw, levi being himself,fluff.

-Leviathan loves that his partner dresses in whatever feels comfortable.

-he definitely is afraid to ask but wants reader to cosplay with him

-he is one of those people who love hugging but is touch starved

-then when the first cuddle levi refused to let go lucifer had to pull him off for classes.

-levi stole mammons Goldie and went shopping for clothes you saved to your phone and didn't have the money to buy

-he's quite the shy man but he loves his boyfriend

-you two binge his favorite animes.

-his names for you are: normie,baby boy (only over text), sweetheart, dummy,

-your names for him are: my boy, need, dumbass, cutie patootie, pookie,

-he had zero clue what pookie meant so his reaction was: "e-...? Excuse me?"

-it took him several hours to understand his humans slang.

-mammon is such a hater sometimes. He's greedy he was your first. With his jerk of a baby brother?

-but levi bickers with him daily you love this nerdy boy anyways.

The OM brothers with an GN!MC who is clingy and loves to hug them all the time?

Thank you so much for the ask anon!! I hoped I did you justice. Sorry it took so long...

Clingy Reader Imagines

Genre: Imagines, fluff

Characters: (gn! reader), Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor.

Side Characters version...

Lucifer:

Doesn't mind it but he only completely enjoys it privately because he can give you his full attention.

Your hugs comfort him after a long day of paperwork (and dealing with his brothers and their shenanigans).

Not a big fan of PDA, but he can't really say no to you and therefore, allows you to even sit on his lap while he's working so you don't feel unloved......well unless someone walks in.

He may not reciprocate the hugs in the best way possible but he tries his best to show you that he appreciates you.

Mammon:

The clingiest of the lot.

Will most likely lie that he hates the whole concept of you being clingy, but the blush on his face gives everything away.

Completely MELTS when you hug him tightly.

Claims it makes him feel like he's protecting you.

Gets extremely putty in your hands if you add a kiss on his neck when you're hugging him.

Wants you to be as clingy as possible in public so he can show you off to others as "his".

Will reciprocate your hugs with even warmer hugs so you feel as loved as possible.

Leviathan:

Becomes an adorable mess when you hug him, or even show him slight affection.

His face is reminiscent to that of a tomato.

First time you hugged him, he nearly fainted.

He will let you hug him when he's gaming.

Bonus if you're a gamer. Then he'll make you sit in front of him and hugs you from behind.

If you ask him, he will turn into his demon form so his tail can wrap around you when you're both sleeping.

Gives you all the attention in the world whenever you need.

Extremely jealous when you hug others and may summon Lotan if anyone tried anything funny.

Satan:

Blushes when you hug him and smiles faintly.

Head pats <<33

Isn't sure how to reciprocate your affection so he just sit there for a while before deciding to hug you back.

You make up for the lack of clinginess he possesses.

Unlike Lucifer, he appreciates a moderate amount of PDA and doesn't mind hugging you, or simply holding your hand in front of public eye.

Considering he's the Avatar of Wrath, he's very much calm when you hug others, as long as he knows them.

Asmodeus:

Adores everything about you.

"We can be clingy together" vibes.

The couple that everyone looks at and gets jealous, and he loves every second of that power as long as you're comfortable.

Gives you the best hugs, and loves when you hug him.

If he's having a bad day and you hug him, he'll never let go.

He appreciates this side of you because it allows him to as close to you as possible.

Doesn't mind when you hug others. He knows he'll always be #1 for you.

Beelzebub:

Doesn't mind you being clingy but gets worried when you're not because he's always been exposed to that side of you.

Loves the hugs you give him but he makes sure not to hug you back tightly, given that he doesn't know his own strength.

Rather than hugging you back, he just lifts you up with ease and twirls you around.

He allows you to crash his workout sessions if it means spending time together.

He allows you to sit on his back while he does push-ups and stuff.

If you hug others, he knows it's just your nature and doesn't stop you from doing whatever makes you happy.

Belphegor:

He's not the clingiest so he took some time to get used to it.

When he did get used to it, he got addicted to always having you around him.

If you weren't around him, he'd start hunting for you around RAD, the House of Lamentation, and even go to Purgatory Hall until he found you.

When he does find you, he'll talk about how he had to cross "seven seas" just to get to you, and you'd have to hug him for his efforts.

You're the only one who he trusts enough (second to his brothers) to hug him.

Falls asleep to your cuddles and kisses, and the way you play with his hair.

He LOATHES the fact that others get to hug you and will pull you away from them if he can't handle that anymore.

I'll add this to the Masterlist soon. Might create a side character version too.

Do like, comment and/or reblog if you guys enjoyed!!

Masterlist

Bound by fate

a/n: this is my first post, I just couldn't get the idea out of my head. It's only gonna be this chapter and another.

cw: potential angst, smut with a sprinkle of yandere next chapter. Fem!Reader. Angel!MC.

Part Two

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Chaos.

Death.

Destruction.

That’s all you saw once the fighting ceased. You scanned the area with tearful eyes, desperately searching for your lover. Fear gripped your heart, a vice of uncertainty about whether he was alive or dead.

With shaky legs, you finally managed to stand, carefully emerging from behind the broken wall where he had left you. You swallowed hard, forcing down the bile rising in your throat as you looked at the dead bodies of your fellow angels. Wings, once symbols of grace and divinity, now lay tattered and bloodied on the ground.

“This isn’t the time for me to crumble,” you whispered harshly to yourself. “I need to find him. I need to make sure he survived.” With newfound determination, you rushed to the one place you knew you could find him: your Father’s throne, God.

Your lungs burned as you ran as fast as you could, hoping and praying you would find him there alive. The path was scattered with debris, the remnants of a once-magnificent heaven now marred by the scars of battle. As you got closer, you caught sight of your beloved and his brothers.

Coming to a halt next to the other angels present, you gasped as you finally took in the situation. Lucifer was bleeding, his wings forgotten on the floor, and a blond creature—a demon—lay at his feet. Lilith, your best friend and practically your sister, lay dead on the floor with a spear wound in her chest, her eyes closed as if she were sleeping. All the other brothers stood tall next to Lucifer, their expressions grim and resolute.

You exhaled shakily when you saw your lover, injured but alive. His amber eyes met yours, and his gaze softened, looking at you with so much love and sadness that it almost made you weep.

Then, everything started shaking, and the floor beneath Lucifer, the blond demon, and Lilith’s body crumbled and broke, sending them down into the abyss.

“No, no, no,” you whispered, shaking your head as tears finally fell down your cheeks, watching as the ground beneath all the brothers started to break.

“LEVIATHAN!” you cried out, rushing forward with your hand extended, only to be pulled back against someone’s chest, their arms trapping you as they whispered reassurances and apologies in your ear.

You wailed as you fought against their grip, trying your hardest to go with your lover. But you weren’t strong enough to get free, and you could only watch as the floor beneath him started to crumble away.

And he fell.

You woke up with a gasp, quickly sitting up, your heart pounding as tears continued to fall. A sob escaped as you tried to compose yourself. The nightmare was a cruel reminder of the past, a wound that never healed.

You hated remembering what happened. It had been thousands of years, but the pain never went away, still lingering and haunting your dreams occasionally.

Slapping your cheeks and shaking your head, you got out of bed, willing the memories away. You needed to start your day, knowing you had an important meeting with Michael.

You slowly put on your flowy, white dress that had hints of gold woven into it. The fabric was light and ethereal, a stark contrast to the heaviness in your heart. You unfurled your snowy white wings and fluttered them gently, feeling the soft brush of feathers against your skin. Taking one last look at the mirror to make sure you looked presentable, you nodded and left the room.

Beautiful white buildings and a sunny sky greeted you as you stepped outside, but you could barely appreciate the beauty around you. You were nervous; you didn’t know what the meeting was about, but you had a bad feeling.

Lost in thought, you almost toppled over when a small body tackled yours. Blinking in surprise, you looked down at the boy with blond hair and wrapped your arms around him. “Hi, Luke. I missed you.”

“MC! I missed you too,” he exclaimed happily as you cooed and ran your fingers through his hair.

“Good to see you, MC,” Simeon said, a small smile on his face, and you smiled back. His calm presence was a balm to your troubled heart. “Where are you heading?”

“I’m going to see Michael. He wanted to talk about something,” you sighed. The bad feeling you had was just getting worse and worse; it almost made you not want to go.

Simeon hummed and put his fingers against his lips, seeming to be debating something. He smiled at you warmly when he reached a conclusion. “I see. We won’t keep you then.”

He turned to the young angel. “Let’s go, Luke. We don’t want MC to be late.”

Luke pouted as he let you go, and you ruffled his hair, seeing how adorable he looked. He leaned into your touch and smiled. “Say hi to Michael for me! We’ll see you when you’re done.”

“Bye, guys.” You nodded and waved before making your way to Michael’s office.

Soon, you arrived and knocked on the door. “Michael, it’s me.” You nervously waited for a response.

“Come in.”

You opened the door and entered. Michael was sitting behind a desk, and he observed you as you approached. His stare unnerved you, taking in your features as if he were looking for something.

“This won’t take long,” he said, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. “You’ll be joining Luke and Simeon as an exchange student in Devildom.”

Your heart stopped, and you were at a loss for words. You, going to Devildom? Where Leviathan lived? You still loved him, and part of you was happy, but you also knew that it had been thousands of years, and he probably wasn’t the same person anymore.

“Why me?” You blurted out, looking at him in a daze.

“You were the best candidate. You’ll adapt quickly and there shouldn’t be any issues. You’re already close to Luke and Simeon as well,” he said, seeming to choose his words carefully. “You’ll be leaving today with them. Please prepare your luggage.”

You felt numb.

“You may go.” His eyes softened. “It won’t be so bad.”

You nodded in response and made your way out. Blinking back tears, you made your way back home, knowing you needed to get ready.

You weren’t ready to face Leviathan. Or even the brothers. You had been close to them once, through your connection with Lilith.

You missed them. You missed Leviathan.

You just prayed everything would go smoothly.

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A heavy sigh echoed through the grand assembly hall, filled with demons whose expressions ranged from boredom to irritation.

Diavolo scanned their faces as they awaited the arrival of the angels. He knew that the presence of the new angel accompanying Simeon and Luke would cause a significant uproar. Michael had assured him that this angel was the best fit for the exchange program—someone who could adapt quickly and keep an open mind. Reluctantly, Diavolo had accepted this choice.

He had heard you mentioned in passing by Lucifer, who spoke of you with hidden fondness whenever he reminisced about his time in the Celestial Realm. You were the adorable angel who had been best friends with Lilith and considered another sister by Lucifer and some of the other brothers. Although Diavolo didn’t personally know you, he knew you were still cherished.

His eyes met Lucifer’s, and he saw the conflict in them. Offering a small, reassuring smile, he hoped to ease Lucifer’s unease.

Lucifer gave a small nod in thanks. In truth, he was concerned about his brothers’ reactions, especially Leviathan’s. He knew his brother was still heartbroken over your separation.

He remembered everything Leviathan had done to try to forget the pain: the rage-fueled massacres as the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy, the excessive drinking, the countless encounters with succubi. Yet, none of it had worked, and in the end, Leviathan had retreated to his room, becoming a shut-in who rarely left.

Lucifer snapped out of his thoughts when a portal appeared. Barbatos emerged first and stepped to the side, followed by Simeon with Luke, and lastly, you.

A deafening silence fell over the assembly hall as you stepped out of the portal. Your heart sank when you saw all the brothers staring at you in shock.

You gulped as your eyes met Leviathan’s; his expression was unreadable as he scrutinized you, as if to make sure it was really you.

The moment broke when a booming, cheerful voice interrupted, making you look away from him. “Welcome to RAD, MC. I am Diavolo, ruler of all demons and future king of the Devildom. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

With a polite smile, you nodded. “It’s nice to meet you as well, Lord Diavolo. Michael sends his regards.”

“I’m sure you already know everyone present,” he said with a smile. “Lucifer will continue with the explanations.”

“Nice to see you again, MC,” Lucifer said, stepping forward with a small smile. “Firstly, I will explain what you need to know. Your stay period will be a year, and you will be given several tasks to complete along the way. At the end of your stay, you will write a paper about your exchange in the Devildom.”

You nodded. “Understood.”

“Now, regarding your accommodations.” Lucifer paused, seemingly searching for the right words. “You will be staying in the House of Lamentation with me and my brothers.”

Gasps erupted from the brothers, and the sound of wood breaking made you look over to see Leviathan had broken the arm of his chair with his grip.

You stiffened, looking away. Michael never mentioned this. You were supposed to stay at Purgatory Hall with Luke and Simeon, not with the brothers.

It seemed Simeon had the same thought as he stepped forward to stand next to you. “We weren’t informed about this, Lucifer. MC is an angel; she's supposed to stay in Purgatory Hall.”

“She can’t stay in a house full of demons!” Luke snapped, clutching your hand tightly.

“Yes, the plan was for her to stay at Purgatory Hall, but there isn’t enough space,” Diavolo explained. “We concluded it was acceptable for you to stay in the House of Lamentation since you already know the brothers. We apologize for the inconvenience.”

You glanced at Simeon and shivered when you saw his cold eyes despite his smile. “Then you also know why it’s not a good idea for MC to stay there.”

“Lucifer, what are you thinking? MC is an angel,” a deep growl resonated throughout the room, causing everything to still.

“It’s been decided, Levi,” Lucifer responded without looking at his brother. “She will be staying with us.”

Simeon and Luke looked ready to continue arguing, but you sighed. You didn’t like the decision anymore than they did, but you were tired of the back and forth. “Okay, I understand.”

“MC! I can share my room with you. You don’t have to stay with those demons,” Luke pleaded, his grip on your hand tightening.

“It’s okay, Luke. Lord Diavolo is right. I already know the brothers, so it’s not a big deal,” you reassured, pushing down your feelings. Later, you would take the time to process everything. Right now, you needed to stay calm.

Simeon looked into your eyes sadly. You could only smile in reassurance as best as you could.

“I’m glad you agreed,” Lucifer said. “Mammon will be your guide. If you need anything, you can ask any of us.”

You nodded.

“Mammon, go show her around.” Lucifer commanded, already walking away to stand next to Diavolo.

“Good luck, MC. I hope you enjoy your stay in the Devildom.” Diavolo smiled as he walked away, Barbatos and Lucifer beside him.

With that, you were left with the rest of the brothers and the two angels.

Simeon sighed as he turned to you. He cupped your cheek, and you leaned into the comfort of his hand. “We will be making our way to Purgatory Hall now. Please be careful,” he whispered, stroking your cheek.

“Please come visit us soon,” Luke said with a frown, showing his displeasure at the arrangement.

“Of course,” you agreed easily and watched as they made their way out.

With a sigh, you turned to the brothers and gave them your best smile while awkwardly waving. “Hi, guys. Nice to see you again.”

It was like a spell was broken as they rushed to you, hugging you from different directions.

“MC! You’re as beautiful as ever,” Asmodeus cooed, rubbing his cheek against yours with his arms wrapped around you. “I’ve missed you, darling.”

“Oi! Stop getting so close to MC! Can’t ya see she don’t like it?!” Mammon barked while yanking his younger brother off you. He turned to you with a blush on his face. “And you! You’re still so defenseless! Don’t make my job of guarding you harder!”

You giggled at his poorly hidden worry, and his blush deepened as he looked away. You turned to smile at Asmodeus. “I’ve missed you too, Asmo.”

You felt a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders as someone leaned against you.

“MC. I’m glad you’re here. I’ve missed you,” Belphegor mumbled, nuzzling the side of your head, close to your ear.

“I did as well, Belphie.” That’s all you managed to say before Belphegor was also ripped away from you by a fuming Mammon.

“You haven’t changed at all,” Beelzebub said, patting your head. You smiled at how gentle his hand felt.

Amid the chaos, a blond man stepped forward, and you tilted your head, staring into his green eyes.

“Hello, nice to meet you. I’m Satan, the Avatar of Wrath and the fourth eldest among the brothers.” He gave you a charming smile as you shook his hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m glad I can finally put a face to the name.”

“Nice to meet you, Satan. I’m MC.” You smiled warmly back at him.

“Leviiiii, you’re not coming to say hi to our dear MC?” Asmodeus called out to the indigo-haired man, who seemed preoccupied with his phone, clenching it just a tad too tightly.

Everyone stiffened at his words, even Satan knew the story behind the now demon and angel.

“Asmo!” Mammon hissed. “Don’t provoke him.”

“Ehhh, I’m not.” Asmodeus smiled mischievously. “It just seemed rude for him to be ignoring MC’s existence, is all.”

“Asmo,” Beelzebub admonished quietly with a shake of his head.

Leviathan slowly lifted his head, his pupils slitted as he gritted his teeth. He stood up and rushed out of the assembly hall, slamming the door in the process.

Your heart dropped at his reaction. You knew things wouldn’t be the same as before; you knew he was a different person. But to act like that? Like you wronged him in some way? It broke your heart all over again.

Blinking away tears, you turned to Mammon, smiling shakily. “We should probably start the tour. I’m pretty tired.”

Mammon could only nod as he led you out, not wanting to somehow make things worse.

The brothers watched you and Mammon leave, then turned to Asmodeus with disapproval in their eyes.

“Asmo,” Satan sighed. “You know how sensitive Levi is about MC. At the mere mention of her, he leaves the room and shuts down.”

“This must be hard for them both,” Beelzebub mentioned.

Asmodeus pouted. “I’m trying to help them. Levi still loves her. MC seems to also feel strongly for him if her reaction was anything to go by.”

The rest of the brothers could only roll their eyes or groan at Asmodeus response.

They could only prepare themselves for whatever plans he had.

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With a groan, you flopped onto the bed, sinking into the plush mattress and enjoying the comfort. You took out the D.D.D. that Lucifer had given you upon your arrival at the House of Lamentation, your fingers tracing the sleek surface of the device. After the extensive tour of the grand house, the phone, pre-programmed with everyone’s contact information and even their social media profiles, felt like a lifeline. You were certain Asmodeus was behind the social media setup.

On one hand, you were happy at how quickly the brothers had accepted you again. Their warm, if somewhat chaotic, welcome had eased some of your apprehension. On the other hand, it hurt that the one brother you truly wanted to talk to didn’t even look at you. Leviathan’s avoidance stung, a sharp contrast to what you once had.

Shaking your head to clear the thoughts, you changed into the pajamas Asmodeus had given you: a silky tank top and shorts that complemented your eyes. The fabric felt soft against your skin, and you couldn’t help but appreciate Asmo’s impeccable taste in fashion. He always did get excited about dressing you up.

‘Should I go visit him?’ you thought, gnawing on your bottom lip. All you wanted was to know how he was doing. You missed him, after all.

You had always been a bit reckless, a little spoiled when it came to Leviathan. He had always indulged you in your whims, his patience with you seemingly endless. You knew your flaws, but he always found them endearing.

Determined, you straightened your back and left your room, making your way to his. If you lost your nerve now, you knew you wouldn’t attempt it again for a long time.

Standing in front of his door, you took a deep breath and knocked.

“Password,” you heard him say from inside.

You raised an eyebrow, confused. “Um, it’s me. I just wanted to talk to you, see how you were doing.”

Silence greeted you, heavy and oppressive.

“I’ve missed you a lot, Levi,” you tried again, hoping for some response, any response.

There was a thump and some shuffling on the other side of the door. Slowly, it started to open, and Levi peeked his head out, a frown marring his face.

His cheeks flushed a deep red when he saw your attire, and he quickly opened the door wider. “W-what are you wearing?!”

You glanced down at your pajamas, puzzled. “Pajamas? Asmo gave them to me.”

He covered his face with his arm, clearly flustered. “D-don’t walk around looking like that! You should be in your room!”

You narrowed your eyes, a retort on the tip of your tongue, but before you could say anything, he suddenly yanked you inside his room and slammed the door shut.

You certainly weren’t expecting that. Taking a moment to look around, you noted the relaxing blue tones of his room and the well-maintained fish tank. The shelves were lined with countless figurines and manga. Even in the Celestial Realm, Leviathan had shown an interest in anime, but now it seemed to have become an all-consuming passion.

Your eyes wandered to the desk at the back of the room, cluttered with multiple monitors and gaming equipment. It was clear he had become an avid gamer. The bathtub in the middle of the room, filled with body pillows of various anime characters and sheets, caught your attention next. It was an odd sight, but somehow fitting for him.

Finally, you looked at Leviathan, who was staring at you from the other side of the room, his face still beet red.

“Disappointed?” he asked, clenching his fists.

“I would never be disappointed in you, Levi,” you answered honestly, taking in his features almost hungrily. “Your room is nice.”

He scoffed and looked away. “You don’t have to lie to me. I know you weren’t expecting me to have become a filthy, shut-in otaku.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock. Simeon had warned you before you left the Celestial Realm, explaining that the brothers were the Avatars of Sin, so you knew which Avatar Leviathan was. But you hadn’t expected his self-esteem to be so low.

“What? No. Of course I don’t think that,” you said softly, taking a step toward him.

Leviathan growled, finally looking at you again. You stiffened as he transformed into his demon form, his attire changing while black and purple coral-like horns appeared on the sides of his head, and scales emerged on the right side of his neck. A snake-like tail with scales waved back and forth behind him.

Even with all of that, he was still the most handsome man you’d ever seen.

Vivid, glowing orange eyes pinned you in place as he stalked forward. He clutched your chin with one hand and slammed his other hand against the door next to your head, backing you against it.

“I’m not the same angel from the Celestial Realm; I’ve been a demon for thousands of years now,” he growled, baring his teeth, his grip on your chin tightening. “You said you missed me? I’m not stupid; I saw how Simeon treated you, how you allowed him to touch you.”

Your breath hitched. “I’m not involved with Simeon like that. He’s just a dear friend.”

“Not that I blame you. Of course you’d want to be with another angel. What can a shitty otaku like myself offer you now?” he sneered, but you could see the envy, pain, and rage in his glowing eyes.

Blinking back tears, you gently cupped his cheeks. “I don’t care about that, Levi. I wouldn’t lie to you. I’m not involved with Simeon, and I have missed you.”

Breathing raggedly, he dropped his hand from your chin and leaned his forehead against yours, eyes flicking to your lips. The tension between you crackled like electricity, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body, making your heart race.

With a snarl, he peeled himself off you and turned away. “Leave.”

You wanted to protest, to cry that you wanted to stay, that you wanted to talk to him, but all you managed was a whimper as you opened the door and rushed out.

The last thing you heard as you ran back to your room was a scream of rage and the sound of items breaking.

You closed your door and locked it, hiding under the sheets on your bed, muffling your cries against the pillow.

It wasn’t fair; this wasn’t what you were expecting or wanted.

You had anticipated awkwardness, having to start from scratch and get to know each other again. Maybe even a bit of resistance on his part.

Perhaps you were too naive and hopeful because this was the one outcome you hadn’t expected. He wanted nothing to do with you, and the thought made you cry harder.

But with that pain came anger because you hadn’t done anything wrong to warrant such a reaction from him. Then he had the audacity to get jealous? Avatar of Envy or not, he was sending too many mixed signals.

The anger won out, and you sat up abruptly on your bed, wiping the tears away.

If he wanted to be stubborn, then so would you. You were going to have a proper conversation with him even if it killed you.

You weren’t going to allow Leviathan to push you away.

Not again.

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.

TWST Incorrect quotes#162 Otakus

Idia: I hate when girls/boys/NonB ESPECIALLY my partner think that we're gonna leave them all the time-"Oh your gonna leave me because I'm not good enough!~"

Idia*Starring into the camera with a blank face*PREFECT IM LUCKY I EVEN GOT YOU!-What do you mean? I AM BUILT LIKE A TWIG!! I LOOK LIKE EVERY BASIC WHITE BOY WITH BLUE HAIR!! you are probably gonna be the first and last lover I have!

Idia: I'm hideous, I appreciate that you have enough confidence in me that you think I can pull another girl/boy/NB but I really cant*Drinks energy drink like it 'alcohol'*You are stuck with me cause there no way

Idia: nobody's gonna be lined up at my door like "I wanna date him" I don't even know how you put up with me half the time, I'm lucky you even looked in my direction-WHAT YOU MEAN IM ABOUT TO LEAVE YOU? WHERE AM I ABOUT TO GO?WALMART?

In the Devildom, House of lamentation

Levi*In the other end of the camera*I KNOW RIGHT!?!

Hey<3

I hope you're having a lovely day like you♡

I have a lil request which is OM brothers accidentally hitting MC maybe in the face or smth.

Thank you in advance ☺

a/n: considering the daily chaos that ensues at the HoL, I could see a lot of accidents happening. plus, they're demons—maybe they forget their own strength, y'know?

➤ when accidents happen | the demon brothers

1.1k words | sfw | hurt/comfort | gn!reader

Lucifer makes a grab for someone—probably Mammon or Satan—who ducks behind you at the last moment, causing his hand to swipe across your cheek or forehead instead. You rub the sore spot and start sputtering angrily at them, glaring back and forth between Lucifer's bewildered expression and the guilty face of the sibling he was reaching for. Their little fight is momentarily forgotten when they both comfort you and make sure you're okay. Lucifer feels the most guilt and over the next few days, you catch him staring at your face like he's trying to make absolutely sure you're not injured or holding a grudge against him. He eventually remembers how this whole situation started, and his sibling's delayed punishment is much more severe because you were caught in the crossfire.

Mammon nearly crashes into you in his rush to escape Lucifer or Levi's wrath. You have no idea what the shouting down the hall is about—maybe he spent too much money at the casino again or maybe he broke something valuable. All you know is that you're heading to the library and minding your own business when Mammon comes tearing around the corner at lightning-fast speed. It's comical how quickly his expression morphs from surprise to horror when he realizes you're in his path. He grazes your side even though he changes direction to avoid hitting you head-on. He loses his balance and the momentum sends him crashing to the floor. Whoever was chasing him catches up to him and there's gonna be hell to pay, but Mammon managed to avoid seriously hurting you and that's all he really cares about.

Levi shifts into his demon form when he's cuddled with you in his tub but he doesn't always realize it. You wake up most mornings with his tail wrapped around part of you: your arm, your waist, one of your legs. When Levi gets excited, his tail thumps against the porcelain. (You can't help but think about an excited dog wagging his tail, but you keep that comparison to yourself.) You usually fall asleep curled around each other, but sometimes his tail flails around enough that it wakes you up. Tonight his tail flicks roughly against the tip of your nose, and your eyes water from surprise and the initial burst of pain. You're fine again within a couple minutes, but that doesn't stop Levi from apologizing profusely and he nearly sobd with embarrassment over the whole thing.

Satan has better control over his frustration and rage now than when you first met him, but he still needs some sort of outlet when he feels overwhelmed. He usually storms off to his room and deals with it privately. You've offered him the solution of screaming into a pillow, but it's not soothing for him like it can be for you. He often destroys something instead—ripping a book to shreds (and regretting it later) or throwing something against the wall. Whatever's in his hand becomes collateral damage. If he forgets you're in his room too, it can be dangerous. He's never thrown something at you, but poor aim and bad luck means that whatever he sends flying against the wall can ricochet into pieces and hit you after. It's like a bucket of cold water dumping over his head when your little noise of surprise catches his attention, and he fusses over you endlessly while he makes sure you're not really hurt. He doesn't think it's funny when you grin and remind him that you're still in better shape than his now-destroyed coffee mug is.

Asmo rarely hurts you even by accident, and usually it's in silly moments of clumsy excitement. Today he painted his nails with a new nail art technique he hasn't tried before. You both lean down at the same time to admire his work and his forehead smacks into yours. You're both a little stunned and your eyes water from the shock rather than actual pain. He breaks out into giggles when you whine his name and try to blame him even though it's really no one's fault. Asmo accepts responsibility anyway and he apologizes profusely, but he hesitates to hug you when his nails are still wet and tacky with polish. He opens his arms wide so you can wrap your arms around his chest instead. He peppers your head with kisses and promises to make it up to you as soon as his nails are dry.

Usually Beel polishes off all the leftovers at dinner. Some nights you want extra helpings too, and it's like a mad dash to help yourself before Beel does. Tonight you both reach for the dish of hellfire scalloped potatoes at the same time. Your fingers grab the side of the dish first, but his fingers squeeze around yours immediately after. His grip is tight—too tight—and you wince from the pressure of his fingers digging into hand and the uncomfortable heat of the ceramic dish against your palm. Mammon grabs his fork and stabs Beel's hand with it on your behalf. Beel looks so guilty when he pulls his arm away and insists that you can have the rest. His stomach growls in protest, but you know it was an accident and you're not really hurt. After you shake the stiffness from your fingers, you scoop some of the food onto his plate before helping yourself to the rest. Later on, he offers to take you out for ice cream as an apology.

When Belphie sleeps, he has some cursory awareness of what's going on around him but he tries to block it out. He's not easy to move around, either—his body is like dead weight, heavy and awkward and unyielding. When you nap together, he usually falls asleep and doesn't move around too much. You might scoot away when his body next to yours causes you to overheat, but he tends to stay exactly how he is. It's days when he has active dreams or bad nightmares that things can get a little awkward. He might wrap an arm around you suddenly and it's nearly impossible to wiggle free, and sometimes his tail makes an appearance and drapes over you when he feels particularly clingy. Sometimes your arm ends up pinched against the mattress after he rolls on top of you in his sleep. He'll wake up when he realizes it's you trying to get his attention, but his apologies for nearly crushing you don't sound very sincere. Once he's lifted himself off you, he lets you get repositioned first then he cuddles up beside you again. As he drifts off to sleep, he grumbles under his breath about how it couldn't have been that bad.

Okay but what if, before MC is taken to the future by nightbringer, they had a big fight with the brothers?

Like, they fought about something and said something along the lines 'go away' ' I don't want to see you', but then, when you don't return they start feeling guilty.

At first they'll think you're angry and don't want to talk with them, but when time passes and you don't return they start to get so worried, looking everywhere for you, regretting that the, possibly, last words they said to you were harsh confrontation.

The angst potential 😭😭 how do you think each of the bros would react?

😈🍬 anon

a/n: well, nightbringer sure is a blessing for angst fans.

the worst goodbye | the demon brothers

2.8k words | gn!reader | sfw | angst

cw: mentions of lesson 16 in belphie's part.

Lucifer goes to his office and pretends that he's not angry. He attempts to distract himself with paperwork, but all he does is read the same paragraph a few times over and over again before he throws the page down with a huff. He taps his pen against his desk while he sifts through the emotions clouding his mind. All he felt earlier was wounded pride—that's why he scolded you with more force than necessary, speaking with his cruel, barbed tongue but regretting it just as quickly. He admires and loathes your feisty temper. You're his stubborn, brave little human that stands up to him when most demons wouldn't dare to try.

He plans his apology like a mantra and goes to your room; he knows if he's sincere, you'll give him a chance to make things right. You don't answer your door when he knocks, and he peeks his head inside to confirm that you're not there. He sends you a message with his D.D.D. and shuffles awkwardly in the hallway while he waits for a reply. He asks in the family group chat, but no one's seen you recently and he ignores the initial tendrils of icy fear that make his chest feel tight. Surely you wouldn't have stormed off in a sulk? But he checks the rest of the house and his brothers realize slowly that something is wrong—you wouldn't just leave. Lucifer searches for you himself, around the House of Lamentation and all around the Devildom, searching for anyone that might've seen you, or any hint of where you've gone. But in the early twilight hours, he pours a glass of Demonus that remains untouched while he stares absently into the fire of his private study. His heart freezes over in your absence. Your warmth thawed his icy demeanor, and the roaring fire crackling nearby can't stop the chills that wrack through him when he tells himself that you're gone and he has no one to blame but himself.

You rarely fight with Mammon these days, but when you do, it spirals out of control. He spits out scathing remarks about how he's sick of you trying to pry your nose into his business because he hates admitting that you're right. You try so desperately not to yell (or cry, or both) when you plead with him to forget about whatever risky scheme he's got planned. It's not worth risking Lucifer's wrath and whatever punishment lies in store when Mammon's plan inevitably fails to his own detriment. He stalks away and ignores the sound of your voice cracking in pain when you call his name one last time—and maybe if he were less incensed, he would stop and turn around and apologize. But today he feels particularly stubborn and he doesn't look back. He fully intends on leaping in his car and driving off into the night to burn off some steam, but he slumps against his bedroom door with his head in his hands and tries to remember why he was so angry with you to begin with. He can't pinpoint the reason and he knows you only have his best intentions at heart.

It feels like hours later when he ends up outside your door, head down and tail tucked firmly between his legs. He shouts through the wood when you don't answer and he swears he didn't mean it, that he'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. You're too patient and kind and loving for your own good, and he tempts fate every time he takes your forgiveness for granted. He opens the door and scratches his head in confusion when he realizes you're not there. He spots one of his brothers at the end of the hall, and his confusion sours into something ashy on his tongue when he asks him where you are. I haven't seen them—we all thought they were with you!

Leviathan plays his game, tapping the buttons on his handheld with more force than necessary, as simmering anger from your fight earlier darkens his mood. He didn't mean to forget about your lunch date, so why did you get so mad? Maybe calling you a worse nag than Lucifer was over the top, but he planned on making it up to you later! He gets lost in his thoughts and plays his game until he realizes it's been a couple hours and his D.D.D. has been surprisingly silent. Sometimes you message him and invite him to talk things out in your room once you've both had time to calm down. He has no idea what it means that you've ignored him all this time and when he tries to message you first, they go unanswered. He shuffles to your room guiltily and hopes you'll be willing to talk face-to-face. It's almost dinner time, and maybe if you're feeling up to it, he can take you out for dinner. He even canceled his raid tonight so he can spend the evening curled with you on the sofa watching movies instead.

He doesn't expect to hear a commotion as he walks down the stairs to the first floor, and his brothers are crowded outside your room in various states of panic. Lucifer sees him and rushes to explain what's going on, but the words turn to radio static in Levi's head. He doesn't even notice that he drops his D.D.D. and it clatters to the ground, cracking the corner of the plastic case you gave him as a present not too long ago. Instead of cuddling with you on the sofa that night, he curls around his body pillow in the tub, his tail twitching noisily against the porcelain while he buries his head and deafens his whimpers in the tear-stained cotton. Come back, come back, please come back—

When the rage subsides, Satan glances wearily around his room and the terrible mess he's made. Some of his favourite books are ripped and torn to shreds across the floor, but the sight hurts less than the memory of your heartbroken face crumpling in pain as you fought back tears. He's done many terrible things in his life he's not proud of, but insinuating you don't care about him might be the lowest blow he could use during a fight. You've only wanted what's best for him, and you try so hard to show the world that he's more than the violent, angry creature that lurks deep inside him.

If only the world could see you the way I do.

Regret quickens his steps and he leaves the broken chaos in his room to find you because he shouldn't have even let you go. Why did it take him so long to apologize? He doesn't deserve it, but if you'll only give him a chance, he swears to himself he'll make it up to you. He hastily wipes away the tears pooling in the corner of his eyes when he notices his brothers lingering outside your room. They're too distraught to notice the sharp bite in his words when he demands to know what's going on and where you are. Nothing they say makes any sense—you wouldn't just leave, right? He’s the first to tear through the house in a panic to find you, ignoring his brothers’ nervous pleas for him to calm down. You're nowhere to be found and eventually he returns to his room in a trance. No one knows how long he stands there, trembling with regret and shame and fury that someone or something dared take you away from him. All his brothers know, judging by the noise echoing through the halls, is that his room is nearly destroyed as he unleashed his heartbreak in a maelstrom of destructive rage.

Asmodeus takes another selfie and posts it on Devilgram. He hopes the notification will pop up on your D.D.D. and you'll see him having the time of his life at The Fall. He wants you to see it—he hopes it fills you with regret for arguing with him earlier. He doesn't fight with you often, but your tongues are both sharp and laced with venom when you do face off against each other. He enjoyed the anxious gleam in your eye when he backed you into a wall and leaned down so you were nearly nose-to-nose, the sweet scent of his lip gloss lingering in the gap between you while he cooed about how pathetic you looked. But that was almost an hour ago, and he can only pretend for so long that he doesn't regret leaving you stunned and hurt in the front hall when he waltzed out the door and slammed it behind him. The pounding music can't drown out the wicked things he said to you, and the crowd can't distract him from your absence that weighs heavily in his heart. There are many demons nearby who'd kill for his attention, but he knows deep down that the only hands he wants roaming over his body are yours.

It's not long after that he pushes his way out of the club and into the cool night air, but he still hasn't heard from you. Surely you've seen his Devilgram posts by now? You're smart enough to recognize his desperate ploys for attention. Your attention. Are you ignoring him on purpose? Maybe he deserves it, but he's anxious to talk to you and sends you a message on his walk home anyway. Message could not be delivered. The red text pops up on his screen, and he frowns and tries again. Message could not be delivered. He quickens his pace as he taps your contact name and calls you instead. Is there something wrong with your D.D.D.? "The number you have dialed is not in service."

He breaks into a run until the House of Lamentation peeks into view ahead. He bursts through the door and ignores Lucifer's angry shouts behind him as he rushes down the hall to your room, but all he sees is one of your favourite club outfits laid out on your bed, as if you were getting ready to come see him after all. Where are you? His brothers hover behind him and he borrows one of their phones so he can try calling you again. He tells himself that it must be a problem with his D.D.D. because no other explanation makes sense. "The number you have dialed is—" Asmo whimpers pitifully while he listens to the robotic voice drone on speaker for everyone to hear, and his brothers finally realize that something is wrong and split up to search for you. He chokes out your name and slumps onto your bed, inhaling your familiar scent when he holds your shirt, one that he bought you, to his face and sobs. He can hear his brothers' heavy footfalls throughout the house while they look for you, but deep down, he already knows you're gone.

Beel glances at the stands and wipes sweat and dirt from his brow. He can spot his brothers easily enough—it's hard to miss them, with the way Asmo's waving the glittery handmade sign with his name in bold pink lettering—but he doesn't see you. There's an empty space between Mammon and Levi where you normally sit, and they've kept it free for when—if—you show up. You've never missed one of his games, not ever. Maybe the argument earlier upset you more than he realized. He knows you don't normally eat his food on purpose. He knows you meant it when you sputtered apologies when you realized your mistake. He knows how hurt you were when he shouted at you in a hungry rage. The rest of the game passes by in a blur. He moves on autopilot, his mood growing more and more despondent each time he checks the crowd and realizes you're still not there. He barely recognizes his team's happy cheers when the game ends in victory. He has a quick shower and makes his excuses to his teammates because he already has plans for dinner tonight, with you, hopefully. He stops by Hell's Kitchen and picks up your favourite takeaway order and heads home. It's a peace offering, one of many apologies he owes you.

By the time he knocks on your door, he's eager to see you. Silence. He knocks again and waits, and he hesitantly pushes the door open when his greeting goes unanswered. You're not in your room, and after a quick search of the house, he realizes you're not anywhere. He visits your room over and over again as if you'll finally pop out and tell him you were just teasing him, because you wouldn't ever leave him on purpose, right? His name on a handmade sign on your bed, and one of his old jerseys he gave you, are all that you left behind and he wonders if he would've been able to stop you leaving had he come home to you sooner. (Your takeaway dinner remains uneaten in the fridge in case you come back, and Beel refuses to eat it himself or let anyone else eat it either. One of his brothers has to throw it away when it eventually turns rancid—Beel can't bring himself to do it, because it means admitting you may never come back.)

Belphie doesn't like sleeping alone. Most nights if he sleeps alone, it's by choice—his choice. Tonight should've ended like most nights do: with the both of you sharing the bed in the attic. He sleeps better when you're close. You're a warm weight curled against him, and the smell of your shampoo and your minty breath are small comforts when he has bad dreams. Sometimes he wakes up in a panic, his shirt damp with cold sweat, and he listens for your quiet snores, proof that you're alive, that the nightmare of your windpipe crushed in his deadly grip isn't real. Belphie sleeps in the attic alone tonight because you decided you needed space. It's petty revenge for earlier when he woke up from a nap in a foul mood and snapped at you in his frustration. He fluffs his pillow and his bottom lip juts out in a pout. He can't get comfortable and it's your fault. The house grows quiet as his brothers retire to their rooms and fall asleep, and Belphie senses when you finally drift off to sleep too. If he wakes up before you tomorrow, he'll crawl into your bed and hope that you'll be more receptive to his apology when you wake up.

It takes longer than usual but he finally falls asleep and feels content. Even when he's unconscious, he instinctively reaches for your presence and it calms him. Your dreamscape is like a little pond, and he watches from his own nearby shore as your thoughts pass by in a blur, like slick oil paintings skimming over a watery surface. He doesn't like to intrude on your dreams if he can help it—he only interferes when he senses them slipping into nightmares instead. He tells himself it's not selfish to erase them for you, but the truth is that he's not sure he can stomach seeing his own face reflected in your dreams anymore, not with its wicked sneer and bloodstained teeth. He's not sure he forgives himself for what he did to you, and he wonders if you've truly forgiven him too.

Something odd in your dreamscape shifts suddenly and it catches Belphie's attention. The images in your subconscious grow murky and twisted, like they're being sucked down into some unseen void. Your presence is like sand falling through his fingertips, and it's harder and harder for him to feel you. He reaches out to your mind to wake you up because he doesn't know what's wrong, but something about this scares him. He jolts awake in the attic, chest heaving with the final memory of something snapping in his mind, like the cord that tethered you to him was suddenly cut. Eventually his brothers get up too and he can hear the commotion coming from down the stairs. He makes his way to your room in a trance before they can come find him. He already knows what his brothers are struggling to understand, the truth that no one can explain. You're gone somewhere far away, impossibly out of his reach, and he dreads falling asleep and feeling the void your absence left behind.

Sleep evades him until he forces himself to try and rest, and he finds himself in your bed instead of his own. He curls himself around your pillow underneath your sheets, clinging to the last whiffs of your scent, and he hopes you'll wake him up and tell him this was nothing but a bad dream. (Your scent fades away long before the nightmare ends, and he stops sleeping in your room after that.)

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Belphegor followed you down the hall as you dragged your suitcase. It wasn’t very big, but it was still heavy and annoying to lug over the thick decorative carpets. Every time one came to an end, the luggage thudded loudly back onto the hardwood floor.

“You sure you have everything? You packed the pillow I gave you?” Belphegor sluggishly matched his pace to yours. Having long legs must be nice.

“Of course, I triple checked.” ”Good. That’s my fifth favorite pillow, so you have to come back and return it, ok?”

You nodded as the suitcase went over another bump. This was your third time going over this exact conversation.

It wasn’t just the youngest, all of the brothers were antsy about your little trip. It was written all over their faces as you arrived at the foyer where they were waiting. Satan and Asmodeus solemnly stood up from the steps they were sitting on. Mammon and Leviathan had a hard time looking at you, their eyes darted all over the walls and ceiling. Beelzebub offered to move your suitcase by the door.

Just one weekend away. That was it. Solomon volunteered to take you back to the human world for a bit. You couldn't let a rare trip home pass by, as who knew when the next opportunity would arise. You could eat some normal food for once and stock up on your favorite human things. Though, your housemates reacted like you were leaving for a year.

“Did you pack everything?” Lucifer asked.

“Of course, I triple checked.” Deja-vu.

“Even the lotion I gave you?” Asmodeus looked so worried. He loosely took hold of your forearm with a tear in his eye. “Don’t forget, the sun is awful this time of year. I’ll never forgive you if you come back looking like a lobster.”

“Asmo, I won’t.” You grinned at his silly concern and leaned in for a hug. Asmodeus did not disappoint.

Everyone else took a step forward, hoping for a hug of their own, as Asmodeus breathed into your ear, “I’ll be waiting.”

“You have my number. If anything goes wrong, call me.” Lucifer sounded so reliable as he placed a hand on your shoulder.

There were half a dozen chimes of “mine, too!” and “same here!”

You’d been away for longer trips. How in the world did these guys survive for so many millennia before you met them? You turned to look at Lucifer, wanting to counter that Devildom phones didn’t even work in the human world, but he probably knew that already.

"Don't talk to strangers," he reminded, "and don't go out alone at night. Some humans are worse than demons." He wrapped his arms around you and wished “safe travels.”

Mammon stepped up next. He forced himself to stare at you, haughtily playing off the sadness he was really feeling. His bottom lip jutted out a little more than usual. “Well! You’ll bring me back a good souvenir, right?”

“Oh? I don’t know, I might not have time…” It was playful banter, yet your words shocked him. Mammon’s eyes widened. He began stammering and gripped your fingers. You quickly performed damage control, “Joking! I’m joking, Mammon. Of course I’ll get you a souvenir.”

The younger siblings piped up, “us too!”

“I’m getting everyone souvenirs, don’t worry!” You already had a few gift ideas in mind.

Mammon put his forehead on your shoulder and a hand on your back that he rubbed. “But mine’ll be the best. I trust ya.”

“Don’t let Solomon give you any food he cooks,” Beelzebub warned. “Actually, don’t let Solomon give you any food. Ever.” He tried to give you a lumpy-looking cloth bag, no doubt filled with homemade treats to take with you. It smelled scrumptious. Only issue was, the bag was half your size.

“Beel, there’s food in the human world. I can’t take all this, why don’t you enjoy it with your brothers?”

Beelzebub frowned, setting aside his present. It tilted under the weight of its own contents. You felt a slight pang of guilt, but how could you carry it all? That much food could last you a week.

He picked you up for his hug, your toes dangling several inches off the floor until he gently set you back down. Belphegor caught you as you regained your footing.

His hug was simple and cozy. He tucked a strand of your hair behind an ear. “Don’t forget about my pillow.”

You suspected that if you ever actually tried to run away, these seven would go to the ends of the three realms to find you.

Satan nudged your luggage, observing the way it slided forward an inch. It was heavy to you, but clearly not them. “That’s really all you’re bringing? Do you have enough clothes?”

“Yes! You helped me pack!” The repetition was really starting to grate on you. Things were never this crazy when one of them had to leave the house for a few days. They wouldn't even care unless somebody went mysteriously unseen for over a week. “You all know I’ve got everything under control. I’ll be back in two days.”

“Hey, how come Satan got to help you pack?” Mammon complained.

“We did too,” Belphegor said, his twin in agreement.

“It was a group effort,” according to Asmodeus.

Mammon crossed his arms. "No way! You let these guys see your underwear?"

Satan ignored them. “Do you want another book for the road?”

“I’ll be fine.” You gave Satan his hug. After letting go, his fingers hovered by your side. “We’re teleporting there anyway. I don’t think there’ll be time to read anything.”

One suspiciously quiet demon in the back stared at the floor. “Two days,” he sighed. Leviathan did a poor job of hiding how upset he was.

“Levi, aren’t you going to say goodbye?”

“Yes!?” His head jerked up, met your gaze, and looked down again.

“I can’t leave until I get a full set of hugs from everyone,” you admitted. “I’m missing a very valuable part of the collection.”

Asmodeus and Mammon readily offered themselves for a second go. Leviathan’s cheeks flushed with envy and he grabbed you a little roughly, squishing his face into your shoulder. “You’ll take lots of pictures? A-and you won’t forget about us?”

You scoffed, “how could I forget about you? We’re bound together by a pact, aren’t we?” As for photos… you didn't know what would be interesting, but it couldn't hurt to take a bunch anyway.

Lucifer cleared his throat, signaling to Leviathan it was time to let go. "I miss you already," he muttered.

The seven of them followed you out of the house and down to the House of Lamentation’s front gate. It was like having a school of fish circling you. You could call it a miracle they weren't following you onto the main road, but if they went that far you knew they'd unreasonably demand Solomon take them along too.

“It’s just one weekend!” you reiterated. “Take care, you guys.”

They peered at you through the fence bars, waving when you glanced over. It was a sad sight, and possible attempt to make you come rushing back. If it was this bad already, you didn't want to think about how they'd act if you were going away for one week.

On your fifth date, you and your date would ride the bus together. It is no surprise that you both have expressed romantic feelings for each other, but no action has been taken. Your closest contact was when he allowed you to wrap your arms around his/hers.

So, you decided you both needed a push. You let your head slowly fall onto his/her shoulder after you considered the notion. S/He, in return, immediately stiffens up as a result. Your heart began thumping with fear as you saw how his/her hands, which sat on his/her lap, clenched around the fabric of his/her pants and you directly regret going through with the idea.

It's awkward— extremely awkward. Initially, s/he doesn't do or say anything, which makes you cringe on the inside.

His/Her arm moves suddenly and at the sensation of rejection, you feel your stomach drop. However, s/he rests his/her arm on the edge of the seat before allowing it to fall into a hollow between the cushioned seat and your back before wrapping his/her arm around your waist.

You allowed yourself to breathe.

His/Her arm tightly encircles you as you scoot closer to his/her chest. Despite the lack of words exchanged during this moment, you could hear his/her heartbeat rap rapidly on his/her ribs as if desperate to escape, and how your own skips one-too-many beats.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI!!, KENMA KOZUME, SHINSO HITOSHI, KAMINARI DENKI, LEVIATHAN, MAMMON, todoroki shoto, takana ryunosuke, miya atsumu, miya osamu, kirishima eijiro, tetsutetsu tetsutetsu, suna rintarou, maki zenin, aizawa shouta, nanami kento, kita shinsuke, megumi fushiguro, iwaizumi hajime, kiyoomi sakusa, kuroo tetsurou, nobora kugisaki

Obey me brothers reaction to you leaving them on read on purpose

P2 with diavolo, solomon and Simeon here

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

NSFW prompt for ur consideration: The Demon Brothers' first time with a he/him transmasc!MC? You can pick which brothers you wanna do if u don't feel like writing all of em!

Ooooh what a fantastic request, and the first saucy prompt for the blog! This will presume the MC's had his top surgery but hasn't gotten around to the bottom surgery yet (either due to just time, money, or maybe has been looking around in the Devildom now instead of the human realm for a good way to do it, etc..)

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▸▸ You have him all riled up, either by accident or on purpose; either way it happened, you find his hunger to consume your love growing more and more needy until it comes time to remove the clothing barring his eyes from beholding you in your purest form. Your hesitation speaks volumes and his heels cool a bit to see what's bothering you, to make sure you're comfortable above all else.

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Lucifer already had a suspicion what this was about. He's read your file, gathered information on you; he knew you hadn't yet fully transitioned in the physical sense. So when your hand grabs his wrist lightly to stop him from undoing your shirt buttons, he immediately had a clue what was happening. He ceased what he was doing and leaned in to press a loving kiss to your forehead. "Are you concerned with what I will think? That it is your first time in such an intimate situation, with a body you have not quite come to terms with yet?" he'd mutter into your ear; though his tone had kept that silky smooth flit that made your spine shudder in anticipation, you could also hear the soft consideration behind it echoing his desire to make you more comfortable. You nod a little, and he just smirked in response at first.

"Do you really believe I would judge such a good boy on frivolous details?" His playful-yet-genuine words made your heart skip a beat. How did he always seem to know just what to say? "When I fell in love with you, I fell in love with you for more than just your body — it was your spirit, your heart that drew me in first. How it is presented to me matters very little beyond presenting me another way to please you." Another kiss of his graced your temple then, and you could feel how those lips were pulled in to a smile.

"I won't rush you, however. I know plenty of ways to bring you to your climax without moving a single inch of clothing aside... So tonight I'll treat you to something special, and if you're an obedient boy, I may even let you take in a rare sight indeed... Make sure I can hear you, or I might just punish you instead..."

Mammon initially gets a bit flustered when you grabbed for his hand — he thought maybe he'd been a bit too eager and crossed over into aggressiveness when he practically tore the bottom of your shirt out from under your belt. It takes a lot of stuttered words to convince him it's not anything to do with him, you're just nervous about how you look to him, on top of it being your first time ever having sex like this. There's a moment of short-circuiting from Mammon who just looks at you dumbfounded and you're nearly certain you already messed it up, until...

"Wha? My absolutely handsome human, lookin' bad? Tch! As if! Did'ja forget I got an eye for sexiness? That's right! And The Great Mammon ain't gonna let anythin' but the sexiest hang off his arm, so you best believe I'm madly in love with ya inside and out!" Him calling you handsome and sexy made sure it was your turn to get flustered, and he made sure to move and gentle straddle over your belly while you were still trying to process what he'd just said. The way he leaned back gave you an absolute mouthwatering eyeful of his toned body, and following it up showed his lopsided grin flashing his fangs down at you.

"No need 'ta rush, right? We'll just work ya up until you're feelin' ready, so instead of focusin' on any of that right now, why don't we see how good that sweet little mouth of yours is? You've always got a way with your words, so why don't'ya show me how you work that tongue in other ways if you want? Or I can just put on a private modelin' show for your eyes only — the thought of havin' my handsome boyfriend starin' me down like that's already gettin' me all sorts of riled up...

Leviathan ended up riled up after a fair bit of teasing him and once there was a mutual approval to let things get much more intimate past the touches and kisses he was the first one mostly out of his clothes. He only stopped when he realized you probably shouldn't just be left in yours too and had thought to try a slick move he watched in a hentai "educational anime series" by letting the tip of his tail slither up your back and around your neck, exploring down in to your shirt. He only got to the tips of your collarbone before you yelped for him to wait, and to say he looked guilty would be an understatement.

Poor Levi's immediately apologizing, swearing up and down he's just some filthy pervert of an otaku for ever trying to make the first move, and it takes a moment to calm him down and reassure the demon that it's not him at all, it's about the fact it's your first time and how you feel about your own body. Cue a few more moments before something dings in his head and he turns to go find a box that had been hidden in a rather inconspicuous spot — and from that box you see a flash of what looked like a very specific belt-like accessory, meant to hold a very familiar toy. His face is beet red as he seems unable to show the strap-on in full, but he seemed rather excited for the prospect.

"Th-That-- That's totally fine! I... I went out and watched some anime that h-had some protagonists like you, uhm... a-and I... I ord- ordered some stuff in advance... I figured y-y-you'd be worried... bu-but I promise I'll like it! I even tried it out on myself first! ... I-I mean, gah! I'm no-not f-f-forcing you to do this to me though okay?! I just... uhm... I'm really t-turned on by the thought of being topped by my hot human boyfriend, no matter how we do it!!"

Satan already had been teasing you with being relatively hands-off, utilizing his words and ghosting touches to get you hot and bothered; the way he muttered near your ear and let his breath wash down across your neck was but a small part of the myriad of ways he worked you up without ever letting a finger lay upon your body. You thought he'd be content with this alone but when you found one of his hands nearing your shirt you asked him to pause for a moment. You felt the need to tell him it was your first time, and on top of that you were unsure what he would think of how you looked. The way he paused to think made you nervous that you might have spoken out of line, but the smile he wore said differently.

"I've been alive for a couple centuries now and have seen a lot of things; if you think I will mind that your body does or doesn't have certain traits, then let me remind you..." You yelp softly when you feel his fingers trace the underside of your jaw, gasping when he finally graced the side of your neck with his lips. It was surprisingly sensual, thoughtful, careful; his free hand had grasped at your thigh only to then drag upwards with a light curl to his digits to pull the fabric of your clothing with them.

"I love you, Y/N. Everything about you, even as you are now, even as you will be in the future. Even if you don't trust yourself... trust in my words, in my touch, in my love. I could write a book a day for centuries filled to the brim with words of affection and adoration for you, and that still would only be but a droplet in the ocean that has welled up in my heart. You will always be the handsome human I am honored to call mine."

Asmodeus is no stranger to affairs of the body, both the good and the bad. Even when you got him all hot and bothered and ready to pounce on you, he could tell you were nervous by the way you hesitated at times. That cat-like grin remained on his lips as he crawled over top of you, letting his honey-pink eyes watch yours closely — but not to induce any magic upon you. You could tell he gazed at you sincerely, sweetly, wanting no question of his feelings to remain as he adjusted on his elbows to let his hands cradle the sides of your face with dancing fingertips.

"Oh hon, I know that look so well," he cooed quietly, his perfectly painted lips pulled in to his prettiest, most genuine smile. "That's the look of a young man who's still unsure of himself, isn't it? You know, I had that very same look once upon a time." Surely he must have seen the shock on your face because he'd follow that up with a giggling laugh. "Surprised? It's not just humans that often feel wrong in their bodies! We demons just have a much easier time making the changes we want. That's why I totally get it, my absolutely gorgeous boy. ♥ "

"I would never offer my body to just any old someone, Y/N~ That someone's gotta be drop-dead gorgeous, in a league anywhere near me, and I can confidently say that you're just that! In fact... You're the only person I've ever wanted to chase that wasn't just myself. If you were scared of how you looked... You've got my mark of approval — and I'll put that mark right in the most scandalous places, just for you...~ ♥♥♥ "

Beelzebub, despite being someone who seems unconcerned with most details not related to food, always takes your comfort very, very seriously. So seriously in fact that even when you were pulled up to straddle his chest as you both made out, he could see you weren't daring to put your full weight down and immediately stopped what you both were doing. He started to ask you if you were hurt, if he'd somehow pulled your legs too hard; it took a few tries of guessing before you finally blurted out that you're both a virgin and nervous about what he'd think of your appearance.

You can see the head empty stare he's got. "But... why does that matter?" He asked it sincerely, but realized he worded it poorly so he tried again. "What I mean is... would I be here showering you with love if I didn't like how you looked, or thought any less of you for this being your first time? If anything... I'm even more excited than ever. It's really special for humans to have their first time, right? So the fact you chose me... It makes me feel really good." Every inch of your body flushed hot as he picked you up effortlessly and sat you down on the bed next to him, his sweet eyes focused on you from below.

"But we don't have to rush at all. Like a gourmet dish, you've gotta go slow and savor it to really enjoy it. As much as I just want to drink up all your love, it wont taste the same if I sour it from pushing you. So we'll go at your own pace. Are you still up for anything? If you are, just let me know what you're comfortable with. If not, that's okay; we can go grab some dinner together instead."

Belphegor couldn't care less, but this meant that he didn't really look at you in any binary sense; even as you shared your transitional journey with him, he stayed supportive of you, unbothered by the changes because all he was looking at was you. Not a constantly-changing body, not some arbitrary label, but you as a whole. This couldn't be any more obvious than it was as you two lay intwined in bed, Belphegor leaving sloppy kisses down your jaw and neck, his hands bold as they groped at your posterior enough to arc in to his body. You only barely muttered out a plea to wait a moment, which he gave to hear you out. When you told him what bothered you, he threw you a quizzical look.

"Y/N, you're so caught up in what others think of you," he remarked earnestly as he trailed his finger up and down your spine. "But how do you feel? Not "what do I think Belphie wants to hear," but "what is my heart telling me?" Then listen to that voice." Belphegor always had a way of stunning you silent, and he could tell he had a profound effect on you. His lips would graze the outside of your ear, the trail left in its wake warm for a few moments before it felt like an icy chill across your hot skin.

"Besides. You shouldn't be thinking about anyone but me. You belong to me, and you know I'll always love you no matter what happens... Even if you changed your body little bits at a time every day for the rest of your life, all that would mean is I get new things to love about you. So come a little closer... Let me indulge you in how good I can make you feel, and let me show you just how much I've fallen for you..."

WHEW goodness, more suggestive than outright NSFW mostly, but I hope you like it regardless anon! As a confession, despite being transmasc myself I've never actually sat down and written proper transmasc smut, so that's part of why I was a bit shy on the more sexual nature of things. But still, I do hope I did alright! if you need me to go back and do another take please let me know! 💖

I'm deep in the feels atm and need a bit of a pick me up if that's okay.

I was wondering if you could do headcanons for the Obey Me cast and how they would react the a GN MC who is afraid they are slowly drifting away from there best friend of around 7 years.

I'm worried this is happening to me and really want some comfort. If you aren't comfortable writing this I understand and hope you have a good day. 😄

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: angst & comfort

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: brothers x GN!Mc

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: overthinking, not proofread.

𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲: i’m so sorry you’re going through this atm, i hope you feel better soon and get it all worked out. also if you would like a part two with the side characters please feel free to ask! take care love <3

You and your best friend have been slowly drifting away, and you were scared of it. You didn’t want them to drift away after all you knew them for years. You were on your human phone texting them, waiting for them to respond but it took them a while and when they did respond they were dry.

This wasn’t the first time of this happening, it’s been happening for a while now. You start to tear up at the thought of them drifting away. Soon you heard a knock, quickly you tried wiping the tears away but it was too late because he opened the door and saw.

• Lucifer stopped from opening the door any further as soon as he saw your tears, he slowly walked in and shut the door behind him before approaching you quietly and calmly trying not to scare you.

• He sat beside you and put your hands in his, “MC dear, what’s wrong?” he asks gently while he rubs his thumbs over your cold knuckles making them warm.

• You told him everything and you broke down even more just thinking of it actually happening, them leaving you.

• Lucifer stares wide eyed for a second before he slowly lifts his hands from yours to pull you into a warm hug, rubbing your back.

• “MC.. it’ll be okay I promise, if they leave it’s their fault that they didn’t see just how amazing you were. Please don’t overthink it too much.”

• He’ll hug you for as long as you need, dry your tears as long as you need, for whatever reason you need him he’ll always be by your side.

• Mammon swings the door open but stops in his tracks as soon as he see’s the state you’re in.

• He closes the door and he almost runs to you, grabbing you into a tight embrace before looking over your features.

• “W-woah there MC, why ya so sad all of a sudden? The great Mammon’s here to cheer ya up!”

• You explain everything as more teardrops gather up in your eyes, he grabs a tissue from your dresser and wipes your tears before putting the tissue down and looking at you sadly.

• He gently strokes your tearstained cheeks, “That isn’t too good what is happening between ya, hopefully you guys start going back to normal. If ever they do leave ya just know that you tried your best..”

• He lays there with you until your tears dry, and you finish crying.

• You always comforted him, so he wanted to help you at your worst. He’ll leave small gifts and notes saying “You’re doing your best, never change<3” around.

• Leviathan was going to ask if you wanted to watch a new anime series that came out but quickly came to a halt when he heard your sobs

• “Uh.. MC? Are you o-okay?”

• He is very awkward because he never really had anyone to comfort since the fall and he thinks he’s bad at it.

• He awkwardly walks up to you and sits beside you, and hands you a tissue box.

• “D-Do you want to talk about it?..”

• You tell him and he looks at you guilty

• “I’ve been through that too.. I didn’t know what to do so I just let it happen, I regret it so much though. Hopefully you guys don’t drift away after all you are a great person..”

•He gives you one of his comfort pillows to cry into if you want, he tries his best to comfort you.

• Satan was about to call you for your cooking duty until he saw your tears, he closes the door and kneels in front of you.

• He grabs your hands and kisses one before looking up at you with a sympathetic look, whoever made you feel like this would go through hell.

• He tries to keep calm, asking you what’s wrong and once you explain he gets madder.

• “MC, i’m sorry to hear that. I think the best idea is if you’re the one holding the friendship string together and they aren’t giving anything in return you should drop it and find new people that will show the same back to you. I know it’ll hurt, but it’s best for your mental health.”

• You stop crying a bit before hugging him tightly, he hugs you back gentle and warm.

• If you need rest, he’ll let you get it and he’ll take over your cooking duty or you guys can both work together for cooking.

• He’ll do anything to see you smile again and out of your sad state. He’ll even stay the night with you in his room or youra if you want.

• Asmo was going to talk to you about the new skincare that he had bought but immediately ran to you and held you in his arms when he saw your crying face.

• “Oh my.. who had hurt my darling MC?!”

• He holds you in his arms, cradling your head, stroking your hair gently as if you were going to break any moment.

• Once you tell him everything he holds you even closer, letting you cry into his shoulders.

• “There there hon, remember i’m always here and i could try to help you with advice i had when this happened to me. If your best friend isn’t doing too much to avoid that from happening, and your the only one you should try to think of other ways, if it doesn’t help you should show them the same energy back and maybe they’ll see that they’re doing wrong.”

• You cry even more into his shoulders, and he rubs your head waiting until you stop crying before he gently picks you up and brings you to his room.

• He sets you down gently on his comfy bed and walks over to his dresser to grab some face masks and a comfortable robe to put over your pajamas, matching with his robe.

• He lets you lay down as he puts the cool face mask gently on your face and rubs it onto your face slowly and gently.

• You calm down a bit and he offers if you would like a bubble bath, if you say yes he’ll run the bath and put in your favourite scented bubbles into his large bath. He’ll let you get in yourself and go back to his room unless you want him to join you.

• He’s a very good comforter.

• Beel immediately drops some snacks he got for the two of you, and shut the door before sitting beside you.

• “What happened MC?..”

• Once you explain and cry even more, he pulls you into his embrace and hugs you softly while holding your back in place to steady you.

• “You shouldn’t have to feel that way or go through that, i’m so sorry. If they stop being like they used to that means it will probably never be the same. It might be better to leave them for a while then maybe come back and see if they chase after you, if not it’s better to find people who deserve your attention.”

• He picks up the snacks and hands you a bag of you favourite chips and a bottle of your favourite soda/beverage.

• If you want you can spend the night with him and Belphie and join them in a movie night.

• If you accept he’ll get your favourite snacks, comfortable pillows and blankets and expect a sandwich cuddle with the twins<3

• He seriously tries his best to help you feel better, hugs from him is like a big teddy bear in real life

• Belphie came into your room to cuddle, shutting the door behind him not noticing your tears until he came up close to you and he was immediately awake as he ever been

• He lays down beside you, pulling you with him and cuddling you.

• He hugs you and lays his head on your shoulder and asks what happened.

• Once you explained he was kind of mad at your friend for treating you like that but felt bad for you more.

• “MC, you shouldn’t have to feel like they’re drifting away. You’re trying your best and doing everything you can for them but if thats not good enough for them then I don’t know what will be. Just know you tried your best.”

• He wipes your tears with his thumb and cuddles you until you fall asleep in his embrace, he’ll also fall asleep.

• Once you wake up you’d notice that he’s gone, but he comes back with your favourite dish he tried to cook for you, and a drink.

• He usually never does this for anyone but you will be an exception.

I'm deep in the feels atm and need a bit of a pick me up if that's okay.

I was wondering if you could do headcanons for the Obey Me cast and how they would react the a GN MC who is afraid they are slowly drifting away from there best friend of around 7 years.

I'm worried this is happening to me and really want some comfort. If you aren't comfortable writing this I understand and hope you have a good day. 😄

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: angst & comfort

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: brothers x GN!Mc

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: overthinking, not proofread.

𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲: i’m so sorry you’re going through this atm, i hope you feel better soon and get it all worked out. also if you would like a part two with the side characters please feel free to ask! take care love <3

You and your best friend have been slowly drifting away, and you were scared of it. You didn’t want them to drift away after all you knew them for years. You were on your human phone texting them, waiting for them to respond but it took them a while and when they did respond they were dry.

This wasn’t the first time of this happening, it’s been happening for a while now. You start to tear up at the thought of them drifting away. Soon you heard a knock, quickly you tried wiping the tears away but it was too late because he opened the door and saw.

• Lucifer stopped from opening the door any further as soon as he saw your tears, he slowly walked in and shut the door behind him before approaching you quietly and calmly trying not to scare you.

• He sat beside you and put your hands in his, “MC dear, what’s wrong?” he asks gently while he rubs his thumbs over your cold knuckles making them warm.

• You told him everything and you broke down even more just thinking of it actually happening, them leaving you.

• Lucifer stares wide eyed for a second before he slowly lifts his hands from yours to pull you into a warm hug, rubbing your back.

• “MC.. it’ll be okay I promise, if they leave it’s their fault that they didn’t see just how amazing you were. Please don’t overthink it too much.”

• He’ll hug you for as long as you need, dry your tears as long as you need, for whatever reason you need him he’ll always be by your side.

• Mammon swings the door open but stops in his tracks as soon as he see’s the state you’re in.

• He closes the door and he almost runs to you, grabbing you into a tight embrace before looking over your features.

• “W-woah there MC, why ya so sad all of a sudden? The great Mammon’s here to cheer ya up!”

• You explain everything as more teardrops gather up in your eyes, he grabs a tissue from your dresser and wipes your tears before putting the tissue down and looking at you sadly.

• He gently strokes your tearstained cheeks, “That isn’t too good what is happening between ya, hopefully you guys start going back to normal. If ever they do leave ya just know that you tried your best..”

• He lays there with you until your tears dry, and you finish crying.

• You always comforted him, so he wanted to help you at your worst. He’ll leave small gifts and notes saying “You’re doing your best, never change<3” around.

• Leviathan was going to ask if you wanted to watch a new anime series that came out but quickly came to a halt when he heard your sobs

• “Uh.. MC? Are you o-okay?”

• He is very awkward because he never really had anyone to comfort since the fall and he thinks he’s bad at it.

• He awkwardly walks up to you and sits beside you, and hands you a tissue box.

• “D-Do you want to talk about it?..”

• You tell him and he looks at you guilty

• “I’ve been through that too.. I didn’t know what to do so I just let it happen, I regret it so much though. Hopefully you guys don’t drift away after all you are a great person..”

•He gives you one of his comfort pillows to cry into if you want, he tries his best to comfort you.

• Satan was about to call you for your cooking duty until he saw your tears, he closes the door and kneels in front of you.

• He grabs your hands and kisses one before looking up at you with a sympathetic look, whoever made you feel like this would go through hell.

• He tries to keep calm, asking you what’s wrong and once you explain he gets madder.

• “MC, i’m sorry to hear that. I think the best idea is if you’re the one holding the friendship string together and they aren’t giving anything in return you should drop it and find new people that will show the same back to you. I know it’ll hurt, but it’s best for your mental health.”

• You stop crying a bit before hugging him tightly, he hugs you back gentle and warm.

• If you need rest, he’ll let you get it and he’ll take over your cooking duty or you guys can both work together for cooking.

• He’ll do anything to see you smile again and out of your sad state. He’ll even stay the night with you in his room or youra if you want.

• Asmo was going to talk to you about the new skincare that he had bought but immediately ran to you and held you in his arms when he saw your crying face.

• “Oh my.. who had hurt my darling MC?!”

• He holds you in his arms, cradling your head, stroking your hair gently as if you were going to break any moment.

• Once you tell him everything he holds you even closer, letting you cry into his shoulders.

• “There there hon, remember i’m always here and i could try to help you with advice i had when this happened to me. If your best friend isn’t doing too much to avoid that from happening, and your the only one you should try to think of other ways, if it doesn’t help you should show them the same energy back and maybe they’ll see that they’re doing wrong.”

• You cry even more into his shoulders, and he rubs your head waiting until you stop crying before he gently picks you up and brings you to his room.

• He sets you down gently on his comfy bed and walks over to his dresser to grab some face masks and a comfortable robe to put over your pajamas, matching with his robe.

• He lets you lay down as he puts the cool face mask gently on your face and rubs it onto your face slowly and gently.

• You calm down a bit and he offers if you would like a bubble bath, if you say yes he’ll run the bath and put in your favourite scented bubbles into his large bath. He’ll let you get in yourself and go back to his room unless you want him to join you.

• He’s a very good comforter.

• Beel immediately drops some snacks he got for the two of you, and shut the door before sitting beside you.

• “What happened MC?..”

• Once you explain and cry even more, he pulls you into his embrace and hugs you softly while holding your back in place to steady you.

• “You shouldn’t have to feel that way or go through that, i’m so sorry. If they stop being like they used to that means it will probably never be the same. It might be better to leave them for a while then maybe come back and see if they chase after you, if not it’s better to find people who deserve your attention.”

• He picks up the snacks and hands you a bag of you favourite chips and a bottle of your favourite soda/beverage.

• If you want you can spend the night with him and Belphie and join them in a movie night.

• If you accept he’ll get your favourite snacks, comfortable pillows and blankets and expect a sandwich cuddle with the twins<3

• He seriously tries his best to help you feel better, hugs from him is like a big teddy bear in real life

• Belphie came into your room to cuddle, shutting the door behind him not noticing your tears until he came up close to you and he was immediately awake as he ever been

• He lays down beside you, pulling you with him and cuddling you.

• He hugs you and lays his head on your shoulder and asks what happened.

• Once you explained he was kind of mad at your friend for treating you like that but felt bad for you more.

• “MC, you shouldn’t have to feel like they’re drifting away. You’re trying your best and doing everything you can for them but if thats not good enough for them then I don’t know what will be. Just know you tried your best.”

• He wipes your tears with his thumb and cuddles you until you fall asleep in his embrace, he’ll also fall asleep.

• Once you wake up you’d notice that he’s gone, but he comes back with your favourite dish he tried to cook for you, and a drink.

• He usually never does this for anyone but you will be an exception.

You loved me too late...| Obey me x Fem!Reader

summary: when mc loves everyone but they don’t love her, not until it’s too late.

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oh i love myself some angst. And yes, I’m running out of ideas. But who doesn’t love some “I loved you but you loved me too late.” trope? EXACTLY. 

warnings: being replaced, angst, emotional and physical abuse, suicidal thoughts 

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                              Playing Vent Playlist made by Me :)

(pls listen to the playlist cause i want to know if it’s good or not)

                                                  |◁ II ▷|

   It hurts, doesn’t it? Having to easily see the brothers you so desperately wanted attention easily flick away from you. It does not help that the girl you were talking about prided in basically everything. She had everything in her fingertips, while you nothing in your cold hands. It was depressing. Having to love someone who doesn’t love you. It felt toxic. It felt saddening. It felt….tiring. It was exhausting. You still wanted them. You still acknowledged them. And yet, they took that all for granted. They only accepted her. But not you. Rage throbbed in your veins but you knew, beneath every façade and every breakdown, nothing will change. The cycle won’t change. The pain won’t change. She won’t change. The brothers won’t change. You gave them everything you had, but they gave you nothing. You wanted to cry. You wanted to feel something. But after so much, the very same tears that let out your emotions only let out your pain. Your vulnerability. It’s painful, no?  As you hug the cold pillow, you hoped it could at least give you some warmth. 

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