#Leviathan x reader

[oceannaut]

Leviathan’s birthday

Yall don’t understand what this makes me feel

Raw raw ah ah or whatever lady gaga said

“Are you coming?” Yes on the screen, catch!

[juz0suke]

[amberrskiies]

Can we PLEASE talk about the fact that in Levi's HBD video he practically acknowledged the fact that he was mean and a jerk to us when we first came to the devildom-???

like I genuinely would remember that and would always bring this fact up whenever i talked about him and my mc, Amber's, relationship and the fact that he acknowledged the fact and wanted to make it up to us for being mean to us like-

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Levi I love you so much!!!

Thank you for existing cause man-

Anyways-

Now if u guys will excuse me i will go and stare at this picture all day while i write the bday fanfic i planned- it may as well be somewhat of a continuation of this video lowkey lol-

[aventurineswife]

hey so how do you think the obey me brothers would deal with a mc reader who has a very relaxing aura about them.. They’re not very expressive, but are honest with their thoughts. Like the boys texting over the phone about all the stuff they gonna do when they hang out and readers like “You’re very cute when you’re excited :)”. Has said in person they like having the boys around like it’s a normal laid back thing to say to someone. Mammon being defensive at the beginning about not obeying everything mc says and mc is just like “…you need to relax. I’m not gonna boss you around”?

Oh, that kind of MC would be dangerously soothing for these chaotic demon boys. A chill, lowkey, emotionally honest MC who doesn’t get riled up easily and casually drops affectionate honesty like it’s just part of conversation? That’s like emotional catnip for all of them.

Lucifer

He is suspicious. Like, deeply suspicious at first. You’re not loud, not manipulative, you’re not even trying to get anything out of him? You just exist calmly and tell the truth??

He’s unnerved when you say something like

“You being around is comforting.”

with no hidden agenda. But once he realizes you mean it? He genuinely starts to let his guard down around you more than anyone else.

You’re the one person he can just sit in silence with, sipping tea or reading a book, and feel totally at peace. He respects your honesty, and over time, he starts seeking it out whenever he feels overwhelmed.

He might never say it directly, but the way he starts carving out quiet moments with you? That’s how you know.

Mammon

At first? So defensive. You say something calm like, “You don’t have to do what I say. Relax.”

and he’s immediately like, “Wha—YEAH! I won’t! I ain’t some dog you can just—wait… you don’t wanna boss me around?”

Confused Pikachu face.

He’s never met someone who doesn’t push him around, and now you’re just… vibing? Not judging? Being nice?

When you tell him over text

“You’re very cute when you’re excited :)”

he drops his phone, screams into a pillow, and then proceeds to stare at the message for an hour while pacing like a kicked puppy who just got praised.

Eventually, he starts seeking your company just to feel that calm. He doesn’t know why he feels safe around you, but he does.

Leviathan

Panics. Constantly. You’re too calm. Too kind. You’re not reacting the way normies do!

You tell him, “It’s nice having you around.”

and his brain short-circuits. He’s like: “W-what do you mean?! Is that sarcasm?! Is this some kind of mind game?!”

But you’re just chilling there, sitting criss-cross applesauce with a controller, nodding like,

“No. I just like spending time with you.”

It destroys him—in the best way. Once he realizes you’re genuine, he starts melting around you. You’re his safe zone. If you sit next to him during a stream and just quietly watch or hum? He’s never been more at peace.

Satan

He is fascinated by you. Your calm nature is like the opposite of his rage, and your honesty? He finds it intoxicating. When you say something like, “You’re more interesting when you talk about things you love.”

he just stares at you like he’s trying to read the subtext—only to find there isn’t any.

You're straightforward, and that makes his brain go “oh no wait I like this.”

He might start testing the waters by trying to rile you up, just to see if you ever get mad. But when you stay steady and kind? That’s when he starts opening up, slowly but surely.

Asmodeus

He loves it. You’re like a warm bath to him. Your chill vibe makes him feel safe to drop the act—he doesn’t have to be fabulous or perfect around you.

You tell him, “I like being near you. You’re comforting.”

and he legit gets emotional. Like, real quiet emotional. Because most people want to take from him. You? You just like him. As he is.

He’ll drape himself all over you like a blanket and say

“You’re the most relaxing skincare routine I’ve ever experienced~”

And he’ll never stop saying he loves you, but now it’s different—more real.

Beelzebub

Instantly bonded. You’re calm. You’re honest. You’re good company. He doesn’t need more.

You two will sit together eating snacks or working out and there won’t be a lot of talking—but then you’ll say something like, “You make me feel safe.”

and he just nods, like:

“You do too.”

He never questions your sincerity. He just accepts it, and in return, he protects you like it’s his life mission.

Belphegor

At first, he’s like “are you for real?” because your peaceful energy is eerily similar to his own lazy aura. But when he sees you’re genuinely that chill, and when you say things like, “You being around helps me rest better.”

he’s surprised at how much he wants to be around you.

You’re the only one he’ll actively stay awake for just to enjoy the quiet. When you’re around, he sleeps easier, laughs a little more, and drops the snark.

Eventually, he’ll mumble into your shoulder, “You’re like a dream I don’t wanna wake up from…”

And fall asleep right there.

[luxthestrange]

Obey me!Memes #190

Sorcerer Mc Introducing their Demon Bf while in his truest form glaring down at the sorcerers who dare to be mean to you-

[l3viat8an]

I just KNOW Leviathan humps the bed while he eats you out 🤒

Nsfw!

I can confirm Levi definitely does 🤭 nobody come for me I typed this out quick!! goodnight <3

Levi’s just so fucking desperate for you. He’s already half hard when you mention that you want him to eat you out- that’s all it takes. he only gets harder when you’re spread out in front of him.

It’s just so hot, seeing your pussy dripping with slick, because of him- it’d be weird if he wasn’t hard!! as he eats you out his hip mindlessly start rutting against the bed.

Levi is a messy eater too, (again he just can’t help it) his long, forked, tongue drags across every part of your pussy, bullying your sensitive spots and mapping out the fastest ways to make you cum, his cool lips latch onto your clit and suck on the poor sensitive bud causing your back to arch and press into his face even more.

By the time you’ve cum once Levi’s already cum at least twice, his underwear is soaked with his own cum but it feels so good, too good- way too good to stop.

Really he just can't stop, not now. Not when your fingers are tangled in his hair, tugging him even closer as your slick and his drool cover the bottom half of his face and your moans fill the air, your sweet voice telling him how good he is at eating you out-

Honestly Levi just loves eating your pussy because it gets him so hard and makes him cum a lot and seeing you turn into a babbling mess just from his tongue is so fucking hot~

[zephyrchama]

Leviathan aims to gradually raise your affection meter by bringing you one (1) small gift each day. He will get you something nice on occasion, but those presents are typically reserved for special events such as birthdays and holidays, during which any increases in affection are doubled.

You once mentioned a sticker at a discount store looked cool and he proceeded to gift you that sticker 26 days in a row. He called it min-maxing.

[rae-writes]

angelic alteration

om brothers x reader

wc : 1.k

warnings: nsfw, corruption kink based

synopsis : when Solomon and Diavolo can't fix the problem, it's up to Mc

a/n : thought the angel event (og) could use some more spice so I poured my entire spice rack on it

“Mc…I’m afraid we have bad news.”

You sighed into the receiver, “Yeah? You guys can’t reverse the magic, can you?”

“Nope!” Solomon chirped cheerfully, “Diavolo and Michael’s magic mixed together too strongly for us to reverse ourselves. You’ll just have to wait for them to go back to normal, or…”

“Or…what?”

“Well, this is just a theory, but what if you just corrupted the angelic magic and forced their demonic sides back out?”

“Corrupted, huh..? I like the sound of that.”

†

“I can feel the magic trying to stop me…how. stupidly. annoying.” Lucifer accentuated each word of his complaint with a sharp thrust, face pinched in concentration as sweat beaded at his temple. 

He’d be damned if something as trivial as a hexed bracelet from the celestial realm kept him from indulging in you, the one temptation he would never dare ignore. 

Your nails dug crescent moons into his shoulders, thighs squeezing at his hips tightly as you moaned and panted beneath him. “Lu-ci-fer! S-slow d-own!” 

He growled and sped up in response, snapping his hips into you harshly, “How dare they try to turn me back? I am the Avatar. Of. Pride!” Once again, each word was accentuated with a thrust, making his cock hit deeper and deeper each time. 

And he was so fucking proud each time he had you a moaning mess underneath him, crying out his name, begging him not to stop— you made his sin flood his entire body every time. 

An electric charge cracked through the air for a brief second before the bangle broke in half, magic forcibly shattering under Lucifer’s sheer prowess. 

He grinned sharply, capturing your legs against your chest in a mating press as he went even harder. His wings shedded to black, spanning out proudly behind him as the halo melted down into his horns. 

“I’m going to ruin you, do you hear me? You’re not leaving this bed- not tonight, or in the morning, or maybe even until tomorrow afternoon…I’m keeping you until I’ve had my fill.”

†

The sight of Mammon’s blue eyes peering up while his mouth was busy pleasuring you had always been a pretty sight— the shimmering halo was only a little bonus this time. 

But you wanted his horns to hold onto. “Just like that, Mams…doing so well, pretty boy.” Your hips rocked over his mouth, grinning down at him with gold flickering in your eyes. 

He was all about giving now that the bangle had taken hold, which even before, Mammon always keened when you sat on his face and just used him. 

The second born was moaning and whining and whimpering against your skin as his tongue lapped up everything he could, “Mmph- like this? ‘M I doing good, Mc?” 

“Y-yeah, baby, fuck— so good…” you carded your fingers through Mammon’s hair, feeling him get more and more excited before you lifted up off his face. 

And he was absolutely distraught with the lack of your taste, desperate cry leaving him as he tried to chase after you. “No, no, no! Mc, please, come back— wasn’t done, wanna taste you still, wanna make you feel good, please!” 

The laugh you let out made him whine even louder, fingers gripping frantically at your thighs. It was like a switch flipped, magic being overtaken by his greed. 

His eyes flickered gold like yours, a whiny growl escaping him. He forced you on your back within a second, mouth working at you even more desperately now as he held you down and took what he wanted— and he wanted to make you cum. 

“Jus’ let me, please let me make you cum— you taste so good, Mc, I don’t wanna stop. Want you to scream my name and yank my hair, grip my horns, just give me more- more, more, more!” 

†

A small shriek left Levi when you rammed against his prostate, hiccuped cries of your name following. His back arched, wings flaring out behind him, making you hit even deeper spots inside of him. 

With his new attitude, he’d been letting everyone else spend time with you and he was finally feeling the built up envy creep along his spine, right beside the spikes of pleasure. 

“Aww…look at you. So sweet for me, huh? Why so shy, Levi? Wasn’t this what you meant about strengthening connections?” 

Garbled sounds left him, courtesy of your fingers stuffed in his mouth. His eyes rolled back, hands gripping at your hips desperately, though it wasn’t clear if he was pushing you away or pulling you closer.

“How am I gonna know I’m doing good if you don’t tell me, ‘vi? C’mon, sweet thing, tell me. Or do you not want me?” 

It was like you asked the unthinkable. A loud whine left him and his tail returned, knocking the halo right off his head before it coiled around your abdomen. 

“No! I want you, I want you so badly, please keep fucking me— don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Diamond shaped scales scattered across his body as the magic wore out. 

You cooed, thrusting into him sharply, making his body lurch, “Good boy, Leviathan..” 

†

“Fuck!” Satan cries out, fingers digging into his white wings to try and keep them from fluttering. His back arched almost painfully, loudly begging you to keep going. 

“Oh, look at you…” the coos that left you made him flush red, giving you a great sense of satisfaction. This was the most he’d been riled up since putting that ridiculous bangle on.

Your thighs were burning at the unforgiving pace you were riding him at, beads of sweat splashing onto his skin, so you decided to change the game a little. 

“Come on, Tannie, if you want it, work for it.” You settled your weight on top of him, ceasing your movements as you cockwarmed him instead. 

A displeased growl comes from the back of his throat, eyes snapping open with a glowing green. “Mc, move! Please!” 

Slowly, the halo above his head began to flicker and dim before it shattered, dissipating in the air. Another growl escaped him as his wings followed suit, tail lashing out like a whip. 

“That’s it— c’mon-!” You gasped when he yanked you forwards, chest pressing against his as his tail locked you in place. The only sounds that could leave you now were broken moans as he fucked you almost viciously. 

“You know how I feel about you fucking. teasing. me. Feels good doesn’t it? Yeah? Cause I’m not stopping. ‘M not stopping until I physically can’t fuck you anymore— fuck, I needed you.” 

†

Unabashed moans echo off the walls of Asmo’s bathroom as the fifth born writhes under your touch. The sound of water sloshing makes his cheeks burn fiery red and the sound of you moaning back at him makes it even worse. 

“W-wait! You d-don’t have to— oh!” 

“Shh, Azzy…’m just taking care of you. You were so hard and aching…could see it even though you tried to hide under the water.” 

The white feathers ruffled with pleasure (slowly shedded away and turning back), hips jerking frantically to chase the pleasure. The bangle’s magic was completely buried under how hot you made him feel and the feeling of you licking along the edges of his leathery wings increased it ten fold. 

“Yes, Mc, like that— don’t stop, just like that, just like that!” Amso curled over on you, horns knocking against your shoulder as he cried out even louder. 

You fisted his cock harder and swiped your thumb over the tip relentlessly, “Yeah? Made you feel so good, you corrupted yourself, huh? Pretty little Azzy…come on, cum.” 

The squeal he let out cracked halfway through, broken cries of your name following like a mantra. His hand encased yours, making sure you didn’t stop jerking him off. 

“K-keep going, don’t stop! Wanna cum for you again ‘n again, gotta make up for when I was giving you away to the others, please, please, let me cum again for you!”

†

“H-haaah…ah! M-Mc…what’re you..o-oh..doing?” 

“You said it made you happier seeing others get to eat, so…” you hummed, licking your lips before digging your tongue back into the slit of his cock, “I’m just..enjoying my meal…” 

Beel had always lost his cool when you went down on him, finding your mouth to be too good at pleasuring him. The growl he let out was something only a demon could make. 

The glowing of the bangle did nothing to deter you— in fact, you only laughed and peered up at him with the red sin of gluttony swirling through your irises. With another hum, you enveloped his cock in your mouth and forced your head as far down as you could, swallowing around him. 

He tried so hard to not buck into your mouth or grip at your head as the magic worked to keep his ravenous nature at bay, but…that’s just not who he was anymore. 

“C’mon, Beelie…want you to cum in my mouth, I wanna taste you..pretty please? Let me have it…” 

A low groan fell past his lips, hips finally jerking up and accidentally making you choke. A rushed apology was given as his fingers tangled in your hair and gently guided your head at a faster pace. 

The beating of his insectual wings was rapid as he got closer, magic completely dissipating when he let out a sound akin to a small roar, grabbing at his own horns when he came. 

Watching you pull away with visibly stuffed cheeks, slowly working on swallowing it all (though drops still ran down your chin) made a sharp pang shoot through him. 

“Thank you…you always make me feel so good, Mc…but..now ‘m hungry. Let me return the favor..wanna taste you too.” 

†

“A-are you sure…this is o-okay?” Belphie chokes out quietly, hands pressing down on your hips to keep you pinned to the bed with your knees bent to your sides. 

Your fingers curl in the sheets, body lurching forward at each thrust, “yeah, ‘s okay— feels good, doesn’t it? You’re doing so good, Bel…” 

The clipped whines and gasps that Belphie was making made his cheeks flair with an embarrassed flush; but you were right. It felt so. fucking. good. And he didn’t think he ever wanted to stop. 

Through the pleasure, it was easy to ignore the glowing bangle on his wrist and the voice in the back of his head telling him that he should have more reservations- that he shouldn’t be doing this— that voice wasn’t even his. Belphie wanted this, he did! 

As your hands stretched back to claw at his lower stomach, you moaned out his name and wiggled your hips, begging him to go faster. 

“Please, Bel…know you can go f-faster than this, want you to fuck me— please, please, please! Don’t wan’ you to be an angel, want you to be my demon again-!” 

Magic cracked in the air, sending the hair on the back of your neck rising before a familiar tail curled around your stomach and yanked your lower half higher up, forcing your chest further into the mattress. 

The attic bed creaked with the force he slammed into you at, whines mixing with growls now; his horns pressed against your skin as he rested his forehead against your back, making it arch even more. 

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you senseless again? Couldn’t even go a couple days without having me play with you, fuck, you’re such a slut for me.”

[velvet-n-lace]

If only you were real....

Series: Obey Me

Genre: Suggestive

Word Count: 1k words

Pairing: Leviathan x Dating Sim Character Reader (Gender-Neutral)

Warnings and Tags: Typical stan behavior, some obsession, a bit of suggestive stuff

A/N: idk I just had a thought about this, i’ll probably expand on it in the future but for now, just enjoy~ sorta wish I wrote this better... ugh...

Dating Sim!Reader is among the many love interests in the latest dating sim game. Levi has kept an eye on it for a while. He rewatched its promotional videos, realizing he was mainly fixated on you. He knew nothing about you besides that unique design and several promotional clips introducing your personality. That didn’t stop him from making gifs and edits of you—his precious Dating Sim!Reader.

You stood out among the other love interests. Everything about you just works; it is no wonder many were eager to start your route first. Dating Sim!Reader’s style is unique, and Levi constantly wonders what you would look like in real life. You would be a perfect being—literally a God/Goddess among everyone who crossed your path.

Finally, the game came out. The prologue was intriguing, but when Dating Sim!Reader’s sprite appeared, Levi completely lost it. He took at least 10 screenshots every time you spoke—20 if you said something that turned him on. He was ready to stay up all night, complete your route, and live-post about you until dawn.

Dating Sim!Reader's route was immaculate. Levi lay on his floor, overwhelmed by how much of a well-rounded character you were. Your hobbies made sense to your character, your backstory was gut-wrenching, and he cried just remembering the romantic ending. His inner circle was hardly surprised when he told them he had completed your route. “Of course he did,” they said.

Levi played through the other characters’ routes. Some were decent, some he didn’t care for, but one thing was certain: Dating Sim!Reader still reigned supreme in his heart. Every time you show up as another platonic love interest, a pang of despair fills his heart. This is unbearable. You should be head over heels for Levi’s protagonist, yet the game refuses to let that happen unless he replays your route again.

Levi returned to your route with one goal: 100% completion. To this day, Dating Sim!Reader’s route remained the only one he had fully completed. He had to, so he could prove his unwavering devotion to you.

According to a poll, Dating Sim!Reader ranked at the top of the Popular Love Interests poll. Levi was happy to see you there with the fan favorites, but then that jealousy kicked in. So many posts claimed to be your biggest fan; some were already dedicating a corner of their room filled with your merch. Levi wasn’t having it. It was time to start stanning hard.

Levi bought every piece of Dating Sim!Reader merch he could get his hands on. Some had to be fanmade so that he could stand out among the other stans. There are about five Ita Bags worth of merch overflowing inside them. He was already making fan art before you got popular, so he became THE Dating Sim!Reader guy in his weeb circle. His profile pictures were just your face adorned with pretty edits for the next few months.

Screenshots weren't enough anymore, fanfiction flooded in, and Dating Sim!Reader fics were the most popular. Levi saved each one he came across, stashing the best ones in a dedicated folder or reading list to read again and again. He found himself rereading his favorite passages, no matter his mood. He even began to write some himself.

He’s in the deep end now. Levi started getting hard in the middle of class just remembering what Dating Sim!Reader did in those R-18 fanart, fanfics, and doujins he’s collected. He even got caught doodling something provocative when he was supposed to be writing notes. It’s embarrassing to get caught, but behind closed doors, that self-indulgence was tenfold.

He'd been thinking of cosplaying Dating Sim!Reader for a while. He bought some materials and made a few tweaks to it. After completing it, he’d just take all types of pictures with it—some cute, some suggestive, some only for his eyes. They always get him likes and shares wherever he posts them. He’d never witnessed a character get so many likes as you do. Even walking around an anime convention, people asked for a photo with him. He gained a boost in confidence, all thanks to you~

"Of course, he has a mountain of Dating Sim!Reader merch. Figurines were made to capture your popularity. Mammon tried stealing one, hoping it would sell for a hefty price, but unfortunately, Levi had already “claimed” that figurine he attempted to steal… Mammon never touched Levi’s shit since."Of course, he has a mountain of Dating Sim!Reader merch. Figurines were made to capture your popularity. Mammon tried stealing one, hoping it would sell for a hefty price, but unfortunately, Levi had already “claimed” that figurine he attempted to steal… Mammon never touched Levi’s shit since.

It’s already been a few months, and Levi is still stanning hard. New changes were coming to RAD: exchange students from the Celestial Realm and the Human World would attend soon. There was a chance that humans would know about this game, but there was no way they’d know about the dating sim genre and, more importantly, about Dating Sim!Reader.

Then the new human exchange student walked in… looking exactly like Dating Sim!Reader. It couldn't be real. No matter how much Levi wished they could be real, they were only a fictional character…

He got a better look at you, taking every detail of your face and style. He couldn't deny it. You really did look like a real-life version of Dating Sim!Reader. He was a little too close; you felt him breathing against your skin.

A nervous wreck of a demon stood before you, hands shoved in his pockets, all hunched over like he was about to burst.

“Question…” he gulped, “is your name… Dating Sim!Reader?”

“Yeah, it is.” Your voice was so similar that he wondered if you were Dating Sim!Reader’s voice actor or something.

“It’s the same name as that character in that dating sim!” you exclaimed. Levi was on cloud nine. Clearly, you were no normie if you knew THAT dating sim. Having the same name and appearance as Dating Sim!Reader must be the best thing ever.

“They are my favorite!” Levi blurted out, “Do you want to see my merch collection someday?”

You nodded and smiled at him; your expression was so much like Dating Sim!Reader’s that it made his heart skip a beat. It was the beginning of something new: a real-life connection with someone who embodied the most perfect character ever. Levi thought he’d never see the day.

[bloomries]

yeah so my husband— my husband?!

includes : lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, and belphegor.

summary : calling him your "husband" (even though you two aren't married yet) to see his reaction.

warnings : gn! reader. mention of marriage. suggestive (in asmodeus'). the word 'husband' will begin to look strange bc it's used so much, apologies.

LUCIFER

You just meant for it to be a harmless little prank, something to tease Lucifer with later when you two were alone, perhaps gauge his reaction to the idea, but after you said 'yeah, so my husband...' Diavolo's eyes grew as wide as the moon and you instantly regretted your prank idea.

Diavolo clasped a hand on Lucifer's shoulder, beaming. "You finally asked!" This statement went over your head as you tried to quickly take back your words, Lucifer's blanched face making it clear he'll definitely be scolding you later. "But it seems I missed the wedding? Oh well, I'll just host you another wedding so I can see it for myself!"

"Ah, L- Lord Diavolo..." Lucifer sends you a glare as you smile sheepishly. "We aren't- I haven't-"

"How do you both feel about a chocolate fountain?" Diavolo is already off in his own little world, imagining how he'll plan out your wedding. Lucifer decides he'll inform Barbatos of the prank, and have Barbatos deal with it- Lucifer already has his hands full with you. He pulls you aside as Diavolo talks to himself.

"Do you see what you've done?"

"Sorry..." You fake pout, batting your lashes up at him. "My darling husband will surely fix it though, right?" Oh, how can he stay mad when he truly likes the title so much. Perhaps this will make asking you to marry him easier? You surely seem to enjoy the title just as much.

MAMMON

Mammon is always trying to listen in on your phone calls, he's nosy and likes to know all the gossip. Today in particular though, he's trying extra hard to hear, clinging to you and making you unable to do other tasks whilst on your call.

Deciding to tease him a little, in hopes of getting him off of you, you sigh dramatically into the receiver. "I'm sorry, my husband needs my attention, one second."

And when you look down at him, his eyes are wide and shiny, a blush quickly forming on his cheeks. Him? Were you talking about him? He's your husband? A giant grin takes over his features and it seems your little prank has the opposite effect you wanted, as he takes the phone from you.

"Yeah, sorry, their husband- that's me!- needs 'em!" He boasts proudly before hanging up the call and clutching on to you tighter, burying his face into your side, his grin not changing in the slightest.

You sigh, running your fingers through his hair. "Rude, I was trying to talk to someone, you know." Mammon shrugs, not a care in the world.

"'m your husband, I take priority."

"You know you're not officially my husband yet, right?" Shit, you're right. Well, that'll change soon, don't you worry one bit! Mammon knows how to take a hint, and there'll be a ring on that finger soon enough!

LEVIATHAN

You and Levi were playing an online game, chat on full blast, when you decide to tease him- because it's just so fun to see his flustered expression, and you have an inkling that this'll give him some motivation for the game. "Ah, hubby, can you help me with these guys!"

"H- Hubby!?" Leviathan's neck nearly breaks from how quickly he snaps to look over at you, you seem unphased though by the phrase- as if it came so naturally. His heart skips a beat, his grip on the controller tightening. "W- Where are you, I'll come help!"

His gaming friends are all blowing up the chat box, some getting on voice chat just to ask what that meant- 'was Levi actually married?,' 'He was a husband?,' 'Since when!?,' 'Congratulations!,' etc.

Levi would have gotten more flustered, had he been paying any attention to said friends, but he's much more focused on proving he'd make an excellent spouse by rushing to where you were in the map and one-shotting all the enemies that surrounded you.

The battle is quickly won thanks to Levi, who puffs out his chest with pride. You lean over from your gaming station adjacent of his, and press a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, hubby~" His cheeks grow a rosy pink, and he pulls his headphones off to give you a serious look.

"Let's get married."

SATAN

"Oh husband~" You call, "Can you help me get this book? I can't reach!" Satan peaks his head from around the corner to give you a questioning look. Who were you calling husband? He watches you struggle, leaning his frame against the door with his arms crossed over his chest.

"I don't remember proposing." Satan watches as you deflates from his lack of reaction to your prank. He sighs, walking over to you and helping you reach the book, tapping it on your head lightly before handing it over to you.

"You're no fun, you know that?"

Satan has a feeling this was definitely set up by one of his brothers, and he'll definitely be getting his revenge on them for making you do this (and for making his heart hammer against his ribcage uncontrollably). Still, he hates to see you upset in the least, so he lifts your chin with his finger and thumb and sends you that smile that sends shivers down your spine.

"Don't be upset, you'll get to call me husband soon, okay?"

And he truly did mean that, he already had a ring, which sat heavy in his pocket. He just wanted to make sure you had the most perfect proposal, something straight out of a romance novel- because that's what you deserve. Soon, soon you'll be able to lovingly call him 'husband' whenever you wish.

ASMODEUS

Asmo is live-streaming again, doing a little grwm-type video, with you off to the side/in the background. As he begins to do his skin care, he asks for you to take over and chat for a little while for him, so you peak your head into view and wave at his viewers.

"Hello everyone!" You smile, glancing back at Asmo who's behind you in the bathroom, doing his skincare. "My lovely husband is doing his skincare right now, it usually takes him about ten to fifteen minutes to complete it." You say, however you can see his head pop-up from the sink and he whips around to look at you.

"Husband?" He calls, and when you nod, confirming your words, he grins. "Oh my, is this a proposal?" He asks with a teasing lilt, and you joking go along with his words, nodding before reenacting the famous getting-down-on-one-knee. You open your hands as if you had a ring box, presenting it to him. He holds his hand out to you, "I do~" You pretend to slip a ring on to his finger and he admires the imaginary ring before leaning down to kiss you.

"Now," He pulls away, wiggling his brows. "Shall we get started on the honeymoon part?"

"Asmo, that's typically after the weddi-" Asmo reaches for his phone, waving and saying a little 'byeeee' to his followers as he ends the livestream with a giggle, throwing you a lil' mischievous smile.

"No harm in starting earlier, right?" And despite only being halfway through his skincare, and this not being a real proposal, the honeymoon was very nice indeed- he can't wait for the real one though.

BEELZEBUB

You had seen the trend, and wondered how Beelzebub would react. So, under the guise of trying some new food and giving it a review, you set up your camera and begin filming. "Hey everyone, me and my husband are going to be rating food from the new McDevil menu~"

Beel doesn't react at all, and you send him a quick glance before trying again- perhaps he didn't hear you? "I think the Sin-Fries are a solid 7/10, what about you, husband?" But again, he doesn't react to the word at all, instead giving his own rating for the new fries.

Is he really not realizing what you're saying? You decide to try one last time. "My husbands food always looks better than mine," You whine, peaking over at him to see his reaction, only to see him offering you a bite of his burger. You sigh, giving up and deciding to just enjoy your food. You take a bite of his burger, offering him some of yours. The review ends swiftly, and you turn off the camera.

As you two clean up from eating, you notice Beelzebub quieter than usual. You're about to ask him if everything is okay, his face becoming flushed, when he speaks up.

"Soon, okay?" You blink a few times, confused by his words. He bashfully looks up at you, and that's when you realize what he's talking about- marriage, he plans on proposing to you soon. Your own cheeks now grow unbearably warm. "I promise."

Your prank definitely backfired, as now you're the one trying to calm your racing heart (although Beelzebub is definitely just as flustered). Still, you're holding him accountable to his promise- soon.

BELPHEGOR

You're not sure how this little prank managed to get turned against you, but Belphegor has made it so that you're now his personal pillow- again.

"I'm just saying, if I'm you're husband, then that means you should let me use you as a pillow whenever I want." You open your mouth to retaliate, but he beats you to it, batting his lashes up at you. "Don't you want your husband to be comfortable?"

"I..." You falter. You regret deciding to call him your 'husband~' to try and get him to help you with chores. You thought maybe it'd motivate him, or maybe you'd just get to see his cute blushing face, instead you're suffering.

"Come on now, don't be shy~" He wiggles about, trying to grab you to pull you towards him, but he doesn't really exert enough energy to be successful. "Ugh, why... do you... do this... to me- to your darling husband!"

"You're anything but darling." You say, crossing your arms over your chest. "Last time I call you 'husband' or any term of endearment, I swear..." You grumble, turning on your heels to leave, disappointed your prank didn't work.

Belphegor grins, snuggling up to his pillow as he watches you leave. "That's what you think," he mumbles to himself, yawning, "when I finally get that ring on your finger, I'll have ya calling me husband again, just you wait~" He snickers, and a cold chill runs down your spine. You glance back to see him asleep, although you feel as if he's planning something- and you weren't sticking around to find out what!

[bl6ks5wan]

“Keep you always with me”

The demon brothers like to always keep a trinket that reminds them of their beloved partner with them.

But what would it be?

Lucifer who probably has always an picture of you in his wallet (like some dad) so that no matter where he is or for how long you both are apart he can always see your bright smile. He’s nearly constantly stressed, may it be because of work, his brothers or something else, so the moment he’s alone and able to catch his breath he instantly takes out his wallet and the picture inside it. The avatar of prides fingers would softly trace over your features as his indifferent mask slips and lets his eyes be filled with a soft, loving look. He has many different pictures of you or with you so that he can switch them. (Probably has an drawer dedicated to gifts and pictures of you.)

Mammon who adores matching keychains (he of course wouldn’t actually admit how much he loves them.) Doesn’t matter if you or him are in a new place, if there happens to be keychains then they have to be bought ASAP. It’s like an tradition between you both at this point. If you happen to forget to buy some at your latest trip then he’s gonna brush it off. “Tsk. Why would I care? It’s just some stupid keychain.” Would be Mammons respond but you’d be able to see him sulking quite a lot for the remaining day. And despite the second oldest denial, he doesn’t have a pair of keys or even a trouser that don’t have a keychain hanging onto them.

Leviathan who got you both matching plushies of your favorite characters or ship before he later on made plushies of you both, so that you two can always have a mini version of each other wherever you go. Levi would also make a little shimeji of you. He’d poke the little figure and drag it around, smiling softly at its expressions, which he put a lot of time into to make them as similar as your real ones. If you ever happen to find out about the shimeji he’d get quite embarrassed but if you’d like one of him too then he’d gladly make one of himself for you.

Satan who loves to read the same book that you read at the time, no matter if he already read it or finds it uninteresting. Something about knowing that you both would sink into the same book -into the same world- bringing you close again despite the distance is making him feel comforted and warm. He’d also be the type to keep an small lock or necklace with an piece of your hair in it. Sometimes he’d taking the hair out and brush his fingers over it, careful not to lose some of it, as he can’t wait to be actually able to run his fingers through your hair again.

Asmodeus who already is all for matching clothes but he especially loves having matching accessories with you. Big reason for it being that he gets them extra customized for you both, making them more special and unique. He always makes sure that the accessories fits you and your taste but also would still match with his. Asmo also adores painting his nails in the color of your eyes, making sure the tone is as close to your eyes as possible. Sometimes he’d just space out as he stares at his finger nails, the color seeming to work like an spell on him but not as good as your eyes would do.

Beelzebub who has a stash of candy wrappers in all kind of places but especially his trousers. All these wrappers are from candies that you’ve given him, whenever it was from when he was hungry or simply cause you didn’t like the sweet but didn’t want to waste it. For everyone it would be insignificant -trash to say the least- but for Beel it’s a trinket of love. Such a small actions that came from the purest of your heart and held affection and care for him. So, sometimes when he’s hungry again the avatar of gluttony likes to take out one of these candy wrappers and stare at it. Feeling how his hunger leasend for a while, instead replaced with your warm, genuine love.

Belphegor who would have the same perfume as you or hell, even extra let someone make own that has your exact smell. He adores sleeping on your pillows or in general anything that got your scent on it. For Belphie it’s the sweetest and calmest smell to ever exist, softly wrapping around his like an blanket and pulling him into the nicest, deepest slumbers. So it’s for sure that whenever he’s away from HoL or you he’d have a small bottle of your scent in his pocket, ready to spray anything or anywhere he’s gonna sleep.

[vampireistic]

failed replaced!MC AU

ཐི synopsis: diavolo has sent down a brand new human exchange student! one that, unfortunately, seems to be very keen on stealing all the limelight for themselves…with such pathetic results it’s almost endearing.

ཐི feat. demon bros

ཐི warnings: mentions of blood/injury, second person

ཐི a/n: yanked this idea from @squeakyducky ! ٩( ᐛ )و named the human exchange student “notus” after the greek god of the south wind because in the comic the MC is called “zephyr” after the god of the west wind (not directly in opposition of one another in mythology but i thought it would be fitting). + also this is kinda long…(;_;)

You weren’t upset about having a new human exchange student, no-one really was, but just the gut feeling that Diavolo was going to throw you in as their guide was really starting to irk you (having to deal with several argumentative debate-lords thirsty for your attention doesn’t give you much energy to deal with newbies).

Who knew though? Maybe this was exactly what you needed; a break from all the fantasy in the world for a touch of realism. A touch of home.

However, soon as that portal twinkled to reveal a rather attractive human figure bursting with confidence, your latent arcane abilities smelled trouble. But then again, you were rarely right about first glance opinions on people, maybe this was just another instance?

Ok, well, when you tried going up to introduce yourself you were met with a glare so maybe you weren’t so wrong after all. Benefit of the doubt, you repeat to yourself. You remember being particularly snappy to people within your first arrival - it’s natural instinct! I mean the brother’s also threatened to eat you on the first day here, perhaps they’re just naturally standoffish.

“This is Notus, our newest human exchange student! Please be sure to give them a warm welcome.” Diavolo’s voice boomed across the council hall, eyes gleaming with excitement. Like the first time, the brothers introduce themselves one by one, each a little more on edge than the last - maybe they felt that weird energy too?

Whatever, you pushed those thoughts aside for the time being and took on the role as the newest babysitter for a human that seemed to have a much unnecessary distance while walking next to you.

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It started off fine:

Occasional misplacement of your items; an untied shoelace that makes you trip (with Mammon getting a heart attack as he pulls you up by your wrist); messing up an elixir you were sure that you measured correctly; and opening your bag to find your homework gone.

Childish antics that you tried your best to push blame onto either your own forgetfulness or a misplaced prank that was meant to mess with Lucifer. But somehow, it got so much worse - and that little demonic human decided to finally take fault of their pranks by flaunting it off with pride.

“Oh, MC?” Notus caught your attention with a double tap on your shoulder. “Did you enjoy the nature reserve?” Mammon tilted his head to the side, confusion scrunching his face as he looked over at you.

“It was really lame, Thirteen would’ve done better.” Of course you were not referring to an actual excursion, no, you mean the wild animals that had magically found themselves a snuggly home in your bed as well as the plethora of Devildom-specific deadly mushrooms and herbs that replaced your old plant pots.

“Hah? What are you two yappin’ about?” Mammon huffed, clearly annoyed that he wasn’t part of this big secret that you two seemed to share. Notus smugly cuddled up to him, arms wrapping around his bicep a little too tight. “Oh it’s nothing! Just a little…gift, I got MC as a thank you for being such a great guide!”

“Oi! How come I never got anythin’ from ya when I had to babysit?” His brows furrow as he clearly attempts to, rather nicely, shrug off the unwanted attention. This is the first time you’ve seen Mammon look so visibly uncomfortable - clearly oblivious to such a fact, Notus continued snuggling themselves closer, trailing their fingers up and down Mammon’s arm.

Of course, you ended up telling all of this Lucifer, to which he implemented a special spell on your lock so no sneaky human that’s barely acquainted with magic could unlock, with the reassurance that if these “pranks” and unwanted behaviours escalate, it would be taken to Lord Diavolo directly.

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Mammon was an obvious first victim for this weird power trip of a game - he’s as kind as a lamb and just the teeniest bit dumb (lovingly so, you reassure him) - but somehow the antics got more assertive and the targets much more hazardous. Satan. Honestly at this point, all you could feel was pity as you sat in the living room, nose buried in a book that Solomon had instructed you to study.

Notus had lived alongside you for a little over two weeks now, and while those small pranks continued, this is the first time you’ve seen them take on an “opponent” that would be way too much to chew. Sliding onto the couch with a careless saunter, Notus cozied themselves up into a cushion right near Satan’s arm, their breath basically ghosting over his neck. His face twitched.

“What?” Satan scowled, a face you haven’t seen in a while crunching his usually stoic expression to a frown.

“Sataan, can you please help me study? I’m struggling in Seductive Speechcraft and need a bit of…” their hand awkwardly inches closer to his hair, “guidance.”

“Go find a book or ask your lecturer.” He aids somewhat clamly, before that mask slips off momentarily to threaten them: “Don’t bother me, you’ll regret it.”

Well, that ended quicker than you expected. Guess even the ever so bold exchange student cowers at the icy glare from the Avatar of Wrath? You can’t help but giggle from where you sat, to which Notus immediately looks up for, facing twisted in an ugly scowl.

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After the failure that didn’t even really begin that was the day before, Notus went for someone much more gullible and easy to please. The favourite orange-haired glutton. Offering him a massive, drool-worthy sponge cake from the human world that they swear, “MC asked me to deliver!” He wasted no time in scarfing down the citric frosting soon as that familiar melodic sound of your name hit his ears.

Beelzebub isn’t known to be someone who’s reluctant to not eat things - unless it’s Mammon’s or Solomon’s sacrilegious cooking - but in this case he wished he could control himself when it came to things that look and smelt promising. Because soon as that icing coated his tongue, his belly grumbled with a heinous rage. Not one born from hunger, no, but rather nausea. Thankfully, Beel’s a big dude who can handle pretty much anything, so it’s not like whatever poison or foul-tasting potion that was slipped between the buttercream did him any damage (apart from ruining his mood), but nonetheless, he felt horrible and got a lengthy scolding from Belphie to boot.

He doesn’t blame you, you might’ve just messed up somewhere and that’s ok! Beel sets the rest of the cake aside with a little warning label that it made him feel ill and if it did him, it could probably kill anyone else, before scurrying off to find an actual bite to eat. Guilt did gnaw at him for a while because, normally, he’s easily able to eat anything you make since you make it with so much love! But Beel can also recognise foul play when he sees it and also comfortably assess that the icing used wasn’t mixed in the way you do it.

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These little instances stopped for a while, which made you foolishly believe that perhaps they learnt their lesson and decided to turn in for the better. Notus manages to surprise you once again - instead of targeting the brothers, the attention comes back to you. The original plan was; conjure up a curse on your pillow that forces you to have perpetual nightmares, which henceforth makes you irritable and hopefully slip up in front of the brothers, preferably make you so grouchy that you say something irredeemable.

What factor Notus failed to account for is the fact the brothers also LOVE your room, and a person who specifically loves stealing shit from you is Belphegor, who so unfortunately kidnapped that one pillow ridden with a curse while stumbling into your room with a drowsy head.

The House of Lamentation isn’t known for being quiet, so the bickering downstairs over breakfast overwhelmed the space per usual, but soon as those thumps of heavy footsteps echoed down the flight of stairs connected to the twin’s room - the house went eerily silent. An overly irritated Belphie ghosts into the room with darker eyebags than normal, his face hauntingly pale with a vein popping from his forehead, body limply dragging itself.

Notus felt the hairs on the back of their neck stand up as Belphie saunters behind them, looming over like an owl would a mouse before growling: “Do you always ruin the things you touch, or is this a hobby?” Belphie may be the youngest and therefore the weakest, but when it comes to anything dream and curse related, he will know exactly who’s behind it. And if you hadn’t taught him the slightest bit of mercy, he was sure Notus’ skin would serve Asmodeus as a nice handbag.

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Speaking of the jewel Asmodeus, Notus’ technique was much more…social sabotage based. Spreading a vile rumor around RAD that you made a disparaging comment about Asmodeus’ character was a sure fire way to get some sort of hate train going. Rumours spread fast around RAD, especially when concerning one of the Devildom’s most infamous partygoers, after all - and the drama was sure to escalate when the oddly beloved MC was involved. Notus devilishly giggled to themselves, before knocking on Asmodeus’ room, hands clasped together in faux prayer.

The door swings open to reveal Asmo adorned with silver jewellery that coiled together like moonlight kissed webs, earrings curling into shiny heart shaped crystals that he seemed to still be putting in. With a raise of a brow he smiled politely: “Yes, hon?”

“I saw the awful things MC said about you! I’m so sorry…you must be going through so much pain,” Notus sniffles, that drama class they took back in Year 9 really paying off for once. “If it’s any consolation I think you’re amazing…I mean even all your jewellery know looks like it was practically designed with your image in mind, it’s so glorious!”

Guess they took Satan’s advice after all.

Asmo is kind. Somewhat - ish…But not when it comes to people that use cheap tricks against his beloveds. Sure, the flattery was great, but appreciation is always better when it’s genuine and sincere, specifically your praise was something his vain heart sought afer. “Aw dear,” Asmodeus cooed, hands cupping Notus’ face gently, an act that makes them smile a little unnervingly. “If you knew me at all you’d know I designed these, quite recently in fact.”

Shit.

Notus felt their face heat up in embarrassment, hands suddenly clammy with sweat. Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t feel so great to be caught in a scorpion’s tail. “Sweetie,” he laughs, patting Notus’s shoulder with mock sympathy. “You could never turn me against MC. They’re real, and you’re just…trying too hard, aren’t you?”

The grip on Notus’ face suddenly tightens, that orange hue in Asmodeus’ eyes tinting a more saturated shade. “Feel free to say whatever you wish about me, but utter another word about my MC, and I’ll drain your marrow and leave your bones bare of sinews.”

A not so nice reminder that bloodlust is still a form of lust.

That backfired spectacularly. Instead of you getting bombarded with hate and being shred apart in anything you posted, it was the newest exchange student that was the prime highlight of what desperation and pathetic self-esteem looked like. Comments ranged from anything like:

“Lord…this is just embarrassing for them lol”

“thanks for the tutorial on social suicide <3”

“an attempt was made…but it should’ve been with a rope.”

Much to you and the brother’s greatest dismay, the forum that was freely spouting random comments about the situation was gradually shut down under Diavolo’s leadership. He did find it the teeniest bit funny though…

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In naming pathetic self-esteem, a particular water dweller comes to mind: Leviathan. He was going to be a tricky one to lure (said in a hopeful manner as if the others weren’t total failures). Not particularly because he’s the third oldest, making his raw power single-handedly capable of wiping Notus away from existence. No, it was the depressing fact that he’s a recluse that seethes to himself whenever you giggle at a joke someone other than him has made.

Although, they did manage to misuse his social awkwardness to their advantage - by acting shy and nervous as they sweetly ask if they can also join the gaming session with you and him. Levi chose a multiplayer dungeon crawler, the kind where cooperation is key — and where you certainly have excelled before. Notus, however, had other plans.

Small, inconsequential mistakes didn’t bother Levi too much…you and him were good enough for the time being, but by level, these “mistakes” of theirs just spiralled uncontrollably. Taking up important loot meant for you, and even using rare healing potions on themselves at the wrong time, leaving your character on the brink of death.

“Oh no!” Notus gasped, hand to their mouth. “I didn’t mean to—uh, sorry, Levi! I guess I’m just not used to such a complicated game.” They glanced slyly at you, a smug grin creeping onto their face.

Levi frowned, his tail twitching with irritation. “It’s not that complicated,” he muttered. “You just...have to listen.” You don’t even remember when he switched into his demon form, but you can somewhat presume it was around the second the first whine gasped from their lips.

Despite their blunders, Notus managed to turn the situation into a chance for attention, constantly praising Levi in exaggerated tones. “Wow, Levi, you’re so good at this game! I mean, you basically carried us, right?” They laughed, shooting another smug glance your way. “MC must feel so lucky to have someone like you showing them the ropes.”


Levi blinked, looking between Notus and you. His face flushed, but not in the usual embarrassed way—it was frustration. “What are you even talking about?” he snapped. “MC doesn’t need me to ‘carry’ them. They’re actually good at this!”

Notus tried to backtrack, laughing nervously. “Oh, sure, sure! I didn’t mean it like that, I just—”

“Just stop.” Levi's voice was uncharacteristically firm. His eyes darted to you, softening. “MC doesn’t need someone like you pointing out their skills. They’ve already proven themselves. Unlike, uh, certain people who don’t even know how to play.”

The match ended shortly after, with Levi muttering about how “toxic noobs ruin games.” He didn’t invite Notus back for another session.

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Lucifer’s patience had worn thinner than a threadbare string. The complaints from his brothers about Notus's antics had escalated from minor annoyances to full-blown disruptions of their routines. Asmodeus couldn’t walk down the hallway without Notus latching on to him, Leviathan’s game nights had been interrupted by bizarre "accidental" server crashes, and even Belphegor muttered in frustration about charms slipping into his blankets to make him "dream of Notus."

Through it all, you have endured the worst of it — every petty prank, sabotage attempt, and unwelcome spell aimed at undermining your place in the Devildom. You’ve handled it with your usual grace, brushing off bruised egos and minor inconveniences with an easy smile. But this time, Notus had gone too far.

Self efficacy is quite the funny theory - the more you believe in yourself, the more likely you are to succeed. The more successes you have, the better your confidence. So how come even without that, Notus seemed to be as determined as ever to ruin your mood?

The prank seemed harmless at first—a minor tripwire spell meant to tangle your legs and leave you stumbling in embarrassment. But Notus, in their reckless desperation to make you look bad, underestimated the strength of the curse. When the trap activated, you didn’t just trip - you were violently flung forward, crashing into a jagged edge of a chair (there’s too many of them in the House of Lamentation as you just got to personally establish).

The sound of breaking wood reverberated through the house. You hit the floor hard, crimson spilling from a deep gash on your arm where wood had pierced skin. Placing your fingertips on the gush of blood pooling around the scratches, your hands webbed with red iron.

Lucifer arrived almost immediately, his presence a storm brewing in the hall. His brothers, frozen in stunned silence, stood back as he knelt to examine you. His gloved hands trembled faintly as he carefully removed the shards and inspected the various wounds that differentiated in size and depth.

Notus tried to deflect, stammering about how it was just a joke gone wrong, their confidence cracking under Lucifer’s piercing glare. “I-I didn’t mean for it to—MC is just so dramatic, they—”

“Silence.”

Lucifer’s single word was sharper than a blade, and the room fell into an oppressive silence. His wings, usually tucked away, unfurled slightly — a stark warning of the fury he struggled to contain. He rose to his full height, towering over Notus, his face a mask of cold fury.

“You’ve been a disruption from the moment you arrived, but this? This is beyond forgiveness.”

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Notus didn’t learn their lesson, of course. Their jealousy burned too brightly to let them stop. But this time, you’ve sincerely had had enough, and with Thirteen’s help, you concocted a poetic dose of karmic justice mingled with a touch of the classics.

Diavolo was long informed of the incident involving you previously, and further filled in on all the previous attempts of ruining both your reputation and relationship with your family. A little meeting in the RAD council room was in due order - one which all of the affected were invited for a silly show.

Lucifer stood impatiently next to a stone-faced Diavolo. You would find it slightly threatening if you didn’t know what was going to happen in just a few moments. Thirteen sat next to you, swinging back and forth on a chair as she grinned at you with every wavering gaze at one another.

And like moth to a flame, blazing with both frustration and smugness, Notus strolled on in. Well, I say stroll - I mean struggle with opening the door before they accidentally put too much pressure on the handle, leading to the doors gushing open with a far swing, and the buckets utop the bar to drop down like catharsis.

A greedy sorcerer from sorcerer’s society that just so happened to notice you when you came in one day with a few of the brother’s and Solomon the Wise himself - Notus couldn’t bare the idea that a little thing like you could swoop in and charm them so easily.

Now covered in a disgusting, webbed display of pig’s blood and some sticky consistency of water mixed with honey, Notus simply stands there, allowing defeat to settle in while the crescendo of giggles cuts deep into their pride.

“Alright alright, I’ve got enough of a laugh out of this,” you clap your hands, whispering an incantation that forces a gush of water to rain down upon them, washing away the weird concoction that coated their skin.

“Aw what, that’s no fun lol.” Leviathan pouts in the background.

“Whaaat!! What a bore…” Mammon grumbled to himself, looking away from the sopping wet dog once his eyes accidentally caught theirs.

“MC…” Notus sniffled pitifully, looking up at you through tear-stained lashes.

“Yes yes, I know,” you sigh, hands on your hips as you try your best to articulate your reasoning for this baseless morality. “This isn’t forgiveness or anything, the stuff you’ve done warrants actual apologies but hey, I’ve had a few of the demons in here attempt to kill me before,” Belphegor coincidentally looks away, “a few jabs at my reputation with failing results was honestly a little funny.”

Notus’ eyes glimmer with shiny stars and fat blobs of tears as they murmured a very simple:

“Fmnf…I love you.”

“…”

“Huh?”

[madwomansapologist]

SINGLE FOR A HOT MINUTE

cw: fluff, crack, gn!mc

an: my first smau ever, and also the first thing i ever did for the obey me brothers.

© all rights reserved to MADWOMANSAPOLOGIST

[alwayzadorbs]

Demonic Tendencies 1

Hiya! Its been a bit, sorry! :>

Summary: Demons are biologically different than humans, so naturally, they'll act in ways you don't expect, or their body will do things humans aren't capable of. Life is interesting living with 7 Demons.

Rating: fluff, crack, HORROR

Characters: All of the Brothers

Warnings: These are my headcanons! They aren't true to the game, as much as I wish they were! I weirdly go in-depth for some reason!

Demons are much larger than humans, the average demon standing around 6"5-7ft tall (182~213cm). Asmodeus, who is the shortest brother, still stood at a height of 6"9. It didn't fail to intimidate you, especially Beelzebub, who was a staggering 7"4 ft tall. You have to crane your neck upwards most of the time when speaking to them.

Naturally, the house of lamentation is scaled up a bit so Demons could actually live comfortably in the home. Shelves are extra high, the counters are elevated more than you're used to, and it's hard for you to sit at bar stools due to their height. You find yourself asking for help often or climbing on the countertops to reach an item.

You strained to reach a jar on the higher shelf of a cabnient, realizing you couldn't quite reach it, you attempted to jump up and get it, but still you were too short to grab it.

"I got it, watch out," Beelzebub said, leaning over you to grab the jar. "Here you go, Mc." He handed you the item, smiling at you like a puppy dog.

(Side note: the Fan wiki states that the heights of the boys from shortest to tallest are 1. Asmo, 5"9ft 2. Belphie 5"10ft 3. Mammon 6"0 ft 4. Levi 6"0 ft 5. Satan 6"1 ft 6 Lucifer 6.3 ft 7. Beel 6"4ft. I added about 1 ft to their widely accepted fan heights.)

Along with being taller than humans, they're also much stronger than the average person. It's not outlandish to believe they could easily break you by accident, so they take an extra level of care around you. So, with that in mind, many Devildom appliances that require being sealed shut are very hard for you to open. The first time you attempted to open a jar, you swore you were going to pop a blood vessel. As soon as you handed it to Mammon to open it, he got it open right away. You felt a bit embarrassed as he handed it back to you looking like he was about to laugh.

"I can't believe ya aren't even able ta' open a jar!" He laughed

You shot him daggers with your eyes

Their eyes reflect in the dark, much like an animal's, It scared the crap out of you when you saw Lucifers eyes in the dark of the hall during a late night thrist for water. You froze momentarily, realizing what you were seeing. Peering into his deep red eyes, staring back at you, He blinked. The red shifted as he stepped towards you; his eyes glinted as they reflected the moonlight, and you felt as if he was boring a hole into your soul, piercing through your very being.

"Mc," he spoke, stepping into the moonlight, softly illuminating his face. "What are you doing up so late? You look a bit pale, you

should go to bed. Sleep is imperative for you humans." He smirked

"Oh, okay, I will," you stammered. tripping on your words as you calmed yourself down. "Goodnight, Lucifer!" you said, slightly rushing while you walked toward your bedroom.

Lucifer turned to watch you leave, confused as to why you just ran away from him.

Demons are just noisy in general. It's simple things like low growling in discontent or a hum of gratification. The language they speak is very growly and aggressive-sounding, so this translates into their everyday lives. To you, when the brothers speak, you pick up on an accent; the only way you can describe it would be as husky-sounding words, or their words blending into a bit of a growl at the end. I feel like they'd be capable of something resembling purring when happy.

You know that gut feeling you have when in danger? Or the sense of something just being wrong, the hairs that stand up on the back of your neck, the feeling of being watched. Demons don't experience this as Humans do; They simply don't need it because they are at the top of the food chain. Just like Humans' senses have dulled as they've overcome nature, it's the same case for Demons. Whenever you ventured into more dangerous areas of the devildom with the brothers, you always felt on edge. that gut feeling screaming at you to leave, paranoia scratching at your mind, you'd find yourself looking behind your shoulder or whipping around at the sound of a stick breaking. You catch yourself staring into the treeline, fixated on the idea of something looking back at you.

"Like, whats your problem, Mc?!" Mammon laughed, flashing his dopey smile at you. "What're you, Scared?! Why do ya keep lookin' behind ya and stuff? your kinda starting to make ME paranoid!"

"Oh, stop, Mammon. We all know it's YOU who's scared; you're just trying to calm yourself down." Satan sighed, sounding exasperated

"HUH?! but like, ya saw how Mc was actin', right?!" he shouted

"Mammon. Please, you just yelled right in my ear." Lucifer said, shooting Mammon a glare.

Sometimes, you forgot, you forgot that they weren't people. They're Demons, and it shows. It's easy to brush things off when you're used to them, but every now and then, you find yourself studying their anatomy, noting the differences between yourself and them. When they cracked a smile, you couldn't help but stare down at their teeth. Each of their smiles was unique, and each tooth varied in size and sharpness, but they all shared something in common: Every smile was filled with sharp, angular teeth. Lucifer's lips curled into a devilish smile, bringing attention to his dimples. His two front teeth were straight edged, his canines were lengthy, and his teeth resembled a vampire's, except he had many more sharp teeth. Whenever Lucifer smirked, you could see the tips of his canines poking out underneath his top-lip. His teeth were a shade of milky white with yellowish undertones; he did drink an awful lot of coffee after all. His teeth are the second sharpest and also hold second place for most taken care of. Mammon's smile was a bit crooked, but that didn't bother you. His smile can't hide; he always flashes that big toothy grin. His front tooth was chipped, and a gold tooth or two replaced some of his original teeth. His teeth bear a close resemblance to human teeth, canines still more pointy than the average person's. Levithan was shy, so he didn't show his teeth much when smiling, but when you saw his teeth, it was immediately clear that every tooth in his mouth was sharp, not a straight-edged tooth in sight. Like Lucifer, Levithan has dimples. Satan also has a mouth that closely resembles the average human's, and his smile is similar to Lucifer's. don't tell him that, though. His teeth are fairly sharp; he possesses two vampire-like fangs, which are on the shorter side. Asmodeus is the one that takes the best care of his teeth, along with every other aspect of personal hygiene. While they're not pearly white, his teeth are still extremely pristine. Unlike most of his brothers, his teeth are not very sharp; they would not rip and tear like the others. Belphegor doesn't take very good care of his teeth, and he often forgets, opting instead to go to bed. His teeth are on the yellowish side, his teeth are fairly long, they're quite sharp, and the only part of his teeth that are straight-edged are his two front teeth and two bottom teeth. Beelzebub has the sharpest and most pointy teeth, not having straight-edged teeth at all. His teeth are optimal for tearing and ripping up prey. it doesn't stop there, though; he has two rows of teeth. When a tooth is knocked out, it will grow back.

(Side note: The brothers' tongues also bear unique qualities, ranging from size, texture, length, and acidity of spit. Teeth ranked based on most hygienic/well groomed: 1. Asmodeus, he is PEDANTIC about his self-image; he wears whitening strips at night, brushes, and flosses after every meal. 2. Lucifer prides himself on being the best, but he simply doesn't have time to brush his teeth and floss after EVERY meal and EVERY liquid he consumes. Every night he spends extra time flossing and using mouthwash. 3. Satan takes quite good care of himself, remembering to brush twice a day and floss. 4. Mammon probably gets cavities or is in danger of having cavities. he does brush his teeth; he is a model, after all, but he's prone to forgetting and just drinks so much soda. 5. Levithan forgets a lot of. He just doesn't brush his teeth sometimes; he's holed up in his room playing video games almost always. He brushes his teeth when he's going somewhere or has a spare moment between a meal and a game. 6. Beelzebub wouldn't have much time to brush since he's basically always eating; there's no such thing as "in between meals" for him. He brushes his teeth before bed and in the morning. 7. Belphegor has the worst teeth hygiene, falling asleep before he can brush his teeth. Beel has to remind him, usually, they brush their teeth together to remember.)

[kpop-otome-yandere-here]

Mammon: Can I have a bite of your food?

Mc: Absolutely not!

Levi: Wow. Some great couple. She won’t even share her food.

Mc: It has avocado on it. He's allergic to avocado. Are you so jealous of our relationship that you want Mammon to die?

Levi:

Levi, murmuring: Yes.

[l3viat8an]

Ro what smuty Levi thoughts are we having tonight? -🍿

Nsfw!

I’m so glad you asked 🤭

Tall subby / needy LevI X shorter mean-ish dom reader <3

Earlier Levi invited you over to play some new video game, really that was all he wanted!!! To try this new game with you, he can’t even remember how you got here-

Not that he’s complaining, now you’re sitting in his gaming chair in his lap, facing him, kissing him?! even moaning into the kiss as you press your body against his.

When you pull back to catch your breath you smirk when you see just how red his face is, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, the tip of his forked tongue poking past his lips as he pants trying to catch his breath at the same time. “Please,,,” he whimpers.

“Please what?” you ask, brushing his bangs back out of his eyes. But all Levi can do is stare at you, mouthing something but no actual words come out.

"Aww, my poor baby, can’t think.” you coo, kissing him again, a much shorter kiss this time. pulling back just as quick and Levi leans forward, following you, trying to keep your lips on his, but you put a hand on his chest to keep him leaning back.

“How does it feel to be overpowered by someone so much smaller than you?” you pause to kiss down his neck, you can feel rather than hear the whine stuck in Levi’s throat as he desperately tries to grind his hard cock up against your core, you nip at his neck a little warning that he’s supposed to sit still. “So fucking needy already, it’s actually kinda pathetic, Lev...”

You pull back, sliding off his lap and onto the floor in front of him. Slipping your fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, without a word he lifts his hips so you can pull them down in one fluid motion. His cock springs free the tip all red and already leaking pre-cum, you lean forward and lick from the base to the tip then look up and meet his eyes, “Now just sit back and watch someone so small make you a crying, dirty mess~”