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sphireath-wisp · 7 months ago

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#Picture Perfect

Sypnosis: Where do they keep pictures/polaroids of you (and them)?

Warnings: Not proofread, reader admits that there were times they felt insecure at Levi's, morally grey reader(?), Mammon's section kind of derails from main topic, posessive/jealous Levi, possible mischaracterization because I haven't played in a long time

Featuring: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor x GN! reader

LUCIFER... who keeps pictures of you safe in his wallet. Honestly... it's not the most flattering picture of you, but he likes it a fair bit. It reminds him of the times when he used to think of you as just "the human exchange student" and not "(Name), our family."

The picture - taken by the RAD newspaper club - shows you being introduced to the whole school as the new exchange student. You look completely unamused. If his memory serves him correctly, you had no sleep last night since Mammon was unaware of the human cardiac cycle and how you needed sleep everyday. Your hands were clasped in front of you and you were sort of glaring at him from where you were standing.

He was confidently giving his speech, face neutral and completely unaware of the eyes burning holes into his back. In fact, it only garnered more attention because you had the guts to glare at the third most powerful demon in all of Devildom in such a way. It probably slipped your mind then that he had the power to snap your neck in half.

He kept it in his wallet as a reminder to warn you about controlling yourself. It'd be especially bad for his image if the human he was taking care of had the nerve to glare at Diavolo like that. Though, he never really found the time. It slipped his mind all the time simply because you never glared at any of his brothers in that way as more and more time passed.

You were unreasonably kind, he realised.

Occasionally, Mammon will attempt to steal his wallet and gets the shock of his life when he sees a photo of you by his debit card. You look absolutely horrible and... man! Mammon won't be letting Lucifer off the hook anytime soon - or rather, it's the other way around now that Lucifer has Mammon strung upside down by Cerberus as a personal piñata.

MAMMON... the mastermind, and you, his partner-in-crime. News spreads like wildfire in devildom. With the amount of havoc that he imprints with his every step, it's natural that cameramen have a tendency to tail him when things get dry or mundane.

Poor you. You're always caught his trouble and plastered as his accomplice to the point where you've gained quite the notorious name around Devildom.

In the past when Mammon went missing, Lucifer found that there was a much more effective way to find the Avatar of Greed without lifting a finger. Rather than putting up missing posters, bounties were placed on Mammon's head - it ranged from $100,000 grimm to millions depending on Lucifer's mood. If someone did ever find the demon, they would receive the allocated amount of course. However, Mammon rivals no one at speed, the only person who would have him on a leash would be Lucifer.

Since you're always stringed along with Mammon during his schemes, Asmodeus jokingly decided to submit a stunning photo of you to RAD's newspaper club with a bounty of infinity. It went completely viral! You can't imagine how shocked everyone was to see a human's bounty in Devildom, wanted (alive) in all of the three realms and the top "criminal" in hell.

As an inside joke between the brothers, anyone who brings you back to the HOL requires at least 20,000 grimm or some form of payment if another brother wants to hang out with you (Beel gets paid the most, Levi is the top-payer). You were certainly surprised when Satan snatched you away when Mammon's back was turned to you. He returned you back to HOL, amused when Asmo actually gave Satan some spare Grimm. Asmo would insist on painting your nails, plopping you down on his bed as Satan decides that he also needed some personal time with you as an extra reward for bringing you back.

Now, Mammon has your bounty in his room as a reminder that he has the most precious treasure in the three realms with him, the person whose worth exceeds any countable number, you.

LEVIATHAN... who can be camera-shy sometimes and totally gets it if you feel the same way. Sometimes, he just doesn't feel that sure of himself and he realises you more in common with him than he expected when you admit that you'll occasionally feel that way too.

Most of the pictures he has of you two are faceless except for the really special occasions and he doesn't actually own physical copies of the pictures like his brothers. He keeps them safe in an folder on his gaming computer and he references them whenever he wants to add a custom character (you) into a new game.

Sure, it may seem a little creepy to have a collection of photos of someone else on your computer, yes I can see how that can play out. However, Levi really doesn't mean harm. Most of his pictures there are actually in-game moments with you.

Finally beat a really difficult boss together? Finished a game in record timing? Screenshotting that! That's gonna be stored in the folder for memory's sake. In reality, he has way more videos than photos of you and him together than anything. You once recorded how long he can yap about his recent hyper fixation and, safe to say, you completely underestimated him.

He has videos of both of your live reactions to a new anime opening song, definitely treats it like a stream and pretends that he's talking to an audience with you.

Levi does stream quite often and you usually get featured as his special guest, but you have to understand that you're working with the Avatar of Envy, sweetheart. He definitely found it a little upsetting when you saw Beel type in chat that he's saving extra food for you in the fridge. You rushed down immediately and when you left, he ended the stream without hesitation.

He's keeping his photos and videos of you to himself from now on. No more streaming with you.

SATAN... prefers miscellaneous photos of you. Caught off-guard, mouth agape and lips curled into a smile he's so used to cherishing that it's become second nature. It highlights your imperfections, yes, but he only grows more fond of it if it's you.

Ironically, it seems more humane to see you in that way - cupcake batter all over your face as you bake, a maple leaf stuck in your hair as autumn arrives in Devildom. It reminds him that, "hey, I'm still your human no matter how perfect I seem." It reassures him that you're still the human that tripped over his books on multiple occasions, never learning your lesson.

You seemed unreachable to him in the way that he feels like he doesn't really deserve you. A romantic, heartfelt kiss or soft whispers of comfort by the shell of his ear would ease the doubt in his heart. However, Satan has learned that looking at these genuine, authentic photos of you is quite effective as well.

Unfiltered, raw, even the borderline unsightly and vulgar version of you, it's nice in its own unique way. That's the way Satan was created - unsightly, bloody, horrid. Of course, it doesn't mean he sees you in a negative light, but seeing your imperfect sides... makes you feel a little less far from him somehow.

Past all of the charming smiles and gentlemanly demeanour is someone who isn't as perfect as he'd like to seem. You'd be able to understand him with all the impurities plaguing him, right? You'd still hug him and let his claws dig into the skin of your back? You'd forgive him?

"So what?" and with two words, he was completely appalled by the simplicity of your answer. In any case, your bluntness could be interpreted as rudeness. He'd be fuming at how lightly you're treating his issues. But, that's just how little you care about flaws.

Satan laughs. A weight lifts off his shoulders and he feels... relieved. Visit him tonight, won't you? He can finally admit to someone how hard it's been to master his wrath all alone.

ASMODEUS... who dedicates his own Devilgram as not only a memory of his best moments but also your best moments. And, oh my, did his fans love you.

When he first featured you, he actually received a little hate (he couldn't give two fucks) due to how controversial of a topic you were at first. Funnily enough, the puny human he calls family today gained him a lot of traction of Devilgram, especially after you became a hot topic once you formed your first pact with Mammon.

From behind the scenes, he'd keep his followers updated on you and the hot water you'd find yourself in, eating his popcorn with a grin and posting. The more he posted about you, the more his fans started appreciating how brave you actually were for a human.

You had a Devilgram of your own, but you rarely posted there since your first few months in Devildom were spent wisely on adjusting to the HOL. Your (unknown) admirers were getting their daily scraps of you through Asmo.

Asmo would realise sooner or later that having both you and him in a picture is the formula for a guaranteed successful post. The Avatar of Lust and a human (demons are literally TEMPTED to have their soul; it's described as a JEWEL) in one photo?! Oh shit, blow the whole roof off because it was a massive hit. (Trendsetter MC and Asmo!??!)

As for Asmo, he loves that his darling is also receiving the love and attention they deserve. In fact, he wholeheartedly supports you with every fibre of his being. He's your biggest fan and you're his.

Plus, his Devilgram is the perfect outlet to shock his brothers. He once posted a picture of himself by your side on his bed. He grins at the camera, showing off his smeared lipstick as your face is dotted with kiss marks.

Disappointingly, it got reported and taken down in an hour or so. (That doesn't mean he doesn't have the photo)

BEELZEBUB... sticks that family picture on the fridge with a magnet. Yeah, he could totally hang it at the entrance by the stairs. Sure, he could frame it up. Yet, it's more homey having it somewhere he always visits and looks at.

Additionally, when Beel's hunger gets the best of him, the picture on the fridge forces him to remember if he has any delegated tasks today. "Oh yeah, Satan wanted some help picking up books from the library today, something about a book sale." "Belphie told me his pillow had a hole in it; I better get him a new one after visiting Hell's Kitchen."

At times when the whole family isn't home, having the picture also serves as a mental checklist! "Oh yeah, MC hasn't eaten dinner yet. Better get them something." "Lucifer wanted another cup of black coffee I think, I'll get him a snack just in case." Making sure everyone is eating well is really important to him because of his own appetite. He hates how empty it feels being hungry, why would he ever put any of his family members through that kind of torture?

Furthermore, he feels a little guilty for always eating so much. Ensuring that everyone has eaten is a role that he's assigned for himself.

It's something the whole family values, but it's especially special for Beel. When he goes on a hunger rampage and tears the kitchen up from wall to wall, if there's any damage done to the photo... you can expect a lot of apologies. (Lucifer has to schedule another time for a family photo to cheer him up asap)

He still has an old photo of the whole family without you actually - it leaves a bittersweet feeling to throw out any kind of precious photo. Yet, the more he looks at it, the more it feels incomplete without you in the picture.

Huh, you know what? He'll search for you right now to grab something from Hell's Kitchen. Nothing much, he just wants to check up on you and get his 80 plates of cheeseburgers.

BELPHEGOR... who has a silver locket of you, him, and Beel on him at all times. It's convenient, lightweight, portable, and silver looks good on him according to Asmo.

Whenever he feels like he misses you or Beel (or both), opening up the locket solves 50% of his problems. However, it's not like he can hug the locket to sleep and bury his face into its shoulder. It's not as if the locket can carry him when his legs feel sore. All he can really do is hold it to his heart and shoot you/Beel a text.

Still, he does feel a little more relieved to see the photo. Whenever that rotting feeling of loneliness gets to him, one look at his locket reminds him that, "Hey, I still have them." It does ease his doubts, but we both know he'd never admit that openly.

Pressing the cold silver against his lips also became a habit he developed soon after getting the locket. Belphie... has chapped lips since he's always asleep and never drinking water. The cold feeling kind of distracts him from that uncomfortable feeling - it's much less effort than going all the way downstairs, grabbing a glass from the pantry, pouring water from a jug into it.... you know the drill.

Both you and Beel have one as well, but you don't wear it as often since Asmo loves to accessorize you with all sorts of new jewellery to try on. Beel wears it yeah, but it's usually off when he's eating - which is most of the time - since oil and grease are super obvious on silver stuff and it pains him to get something so precious dirty.

The other brothers are actually grateful he has the locket despite the initial jealousy. Belphie has his fair share of tantrums and everyone knows how younger, spoiled siblings can be when something pisses them off. The brothers have to try and baby him, which only ticks him off further. One peek at the locket when you or Beel aren't around and suddenly, it's like he's a new person - back to normal in a flash.

It saved Mammon's face a good punch when he accidently stepped on Belphie's foot at the planeterium while he was sleeping.

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akurui-shizen7 · 2 years ago

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Diavolo, going over [MC]'s resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you’re creative.

[MC]: Yes

Diavolo: Okay... may I know what you create

[MC]: Problems.

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scorchingbread · 1 year ago

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Barbatos knows

Cw: afab!mc, pregnancy, mc x demon brothers (not all at once, just any one of them apply)

Imagine since Barbatos can see into the future he probably knows before anyone else that mc is pregnant with one of the demon brothers' kid. So he's stopping by the house of lamentation more keeping his eye on them. Also him fussing at the brothers when seeing mc work because "surely you're capable enough to clean this yourself, why make mc do it for you?" And everyone's just confused because normally he trusts mc more to do the work, even if it isn't an unfair statement.

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stupidlovergirl · 2 years ago

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Picture Perfect

They catch the fact that your lockscreen is a picture of them. Feat. Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor Dev Notes: I think its really cute when friends and couples have each other as home screens.

Lucifer doesn't like when people take photos, so imagine his surprise when he sees a picture of himself on a factory tour you two had taken a few weeks ago, smiling softly. he wonders when you took it, but he can't be mad, though. Not at you. When you come in looking for phone, Lucifer pretends he hasn't seen anything, but he knows when you unlock your phone and smile, your smiling at him.

When you asked Mammon to get your phone and tell Luke you'd be a minute or two late for your grocery trip, he'd didn't think he'd see a photo of him from a recent photo shoot. It was for a sneaker ad, with the camera closer to the ground, but still catching all of him. He was smiling cockily at the camera, sharp teeth on display. He knew you had liked it, but not this much. He's blushing, and it takes him a few moments to remember why he even had your phone. Quickly sending the text and giving you the phone, you knew he had seen with the red that covered his face. You just smiled and shook your head.

Leviathan changes his lock screen a lot. Every week, it changes to a different anime character he has became obsessed with. So imagine his surprise when instead of you having something similar, or just a pretty picture, it was him. It was from a con a few weeks ago. It was a photo of him and you in a group cosplay you two had done. He's smiling big, and so are you. Your looking more at him than the camera, with love in your eyes. It makes him flustered even thinking about it. Levi goes on to do what you had asked him. You didn't have the time to do your dailies, so you gave Levi your phone and just do whatever he wanted. You knew must have taken it to heart when the next time you have Levi's phone, you see a picture of yourself looking back.

Satan doesn't really change his lock screen, currently it's just a picture of a cat he has recently seen on the street that he has been feeding. Yet when he opened to look at your phone, he was surprised to see a picture of himself from a recent visit to a cat cafe. He was surrounded by the cats, smiling ear to ear. It makes him happy, thinking about the experience, and it makes him feel sentimental just seeing that you wanted to see him so much that you had set it to your home screen. You ask him was got his attention, and he turns to you and brings you into a hug. "Nothing, just thinking about how cute you are". It doesn't make sense until you see over his shoulder the photo of you kissing a kitty.

Asmodeus had just asked to see the photos you had taken of him from a event you two had attended the night before. When you gave him your phone, he unlocked it a couldn't help but gasp. "Oh! Your so cute!!" he squeals, going to hug you. You laughed at him.

"Asmo! What's this about!" you laugh, feeling his the kisses quickly pressed against your face and neck.

"A picture of me as your home screen! Just from the night before! You just love seeing me that much?" he teases, looking you with a smile

"Of course! Why wouldn't I want to see the most attractive demon in the Devildom every chance I got?" Asmo squeals and goes into another kiss attack

Beelzebub's phone was dead, so you had just given him yours to order his meal on AkUber on. "Just make sure to change the payment! I don't think I have enough to pay for your food on my card, love" is all you had told him. So when he had opened your phone and hit the app, he was satisfied with ordering he closed it. It was only then did he realize your home screen. It was a picture of him from a recent date night you two had. He was eating a pudding, smiling and a sparkle in his eye. It makes him smile. When he hands you your phone back, he places a kiss on your forehead and makes a mental note to change his to one of you so your matching.

Belphegor didn't even change his background from the basic one you get when you buy the phone. So he felt kind of bad when he saw a picture of him, sleeping in your bed, and even wearing your clothes. It makes him blush, and even feel a little shy. It is the simple things that make him feel your love,and the fact that you want to see him enough that you changed your lock screen to him it makes him feel giddy. He will never tell you, and you'll only figure it out if you have his phone yourself, but he also changes his lock screen to you also. He understands why you did it after, because seeing you never fails to make him smile.

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freyyzu · 2 years ago

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I LOVE YOU’S

In which there are a thousand ways to tell you “I love you,” but saying it is still my favorite.

a/n; because i love them. and also because every time they say “i love you,” in-game i start kicking and screaming from embarrassment. not proof-read or edited because it’s too long and i wanted to be done already aksjd

LUCIFER —

Lucifer has always been openly honest with how he feels for you.

Words of appreciation aren’t considered strangers in your relationship, and there’s not a day that passes by where they’re not exchanged.

Simple ‘thank you’s when you hand one another an extra pen or paper.

Brief kisses and ‘good morning’s when you pass each other in the hallways of the House of Lamentation.

Gentle reminders to ‘sleep well,’ when you know there’s a long day ahead tomorrow.

He’s always been a person reserved in showing you physical affection in public, but you know more than anyone that he cares more deeply than he’ll allow anyone to see.

Lucifer was used to working for long hours, oftentimes going the whole day without leaving his room — today just so happened to be one of those days.

It’s late evening when he finishes going through all the papers that have piled on his desk. A full 24 hours without running into any of his brothers or even taking a break to eat.

It’s strange, he thinks. Typically when he works he could still hear the ruckus outside. Whether that be Levi chasing down Mammon for not paying him back for something or Satan yelling at Beel to stop clearing out the kitchen before any of them have time to cook a proper meal.

With curious steps, he makes his way downstairs, hoping to see what his brothers are up to and sneak in a late night snack whilst he was at it. To his surprise, the only thing he finds is an empty, quiet house, and you standing in the kitchen preparing a tray of food.

“Ah, Lucifer!” The way your expression lights up upon seeing him makes it feel as if all the stress from the past few hours have melted away. “Are you done with your work? I was just about to bring you something to eat since you missed out on your meals.”

Lucifer doesn’t find the need to respond, or perhaps he’s simply too tired to, all he does is walk over to your side and wraps his arms around your waist. Immediately, he feels your hand come up to rest on his head, gently rustling his hair.

“You did good today.”

“Mmhm.” He eases into your touch, “I love you.”

Your laughter tickles his hands, “I love you as well. Now c’mon, you gotta eat. I’m sure you must be starving.”

MAMMON —

There’s never a day in which Mammon wouldn’t deny being in love with you.

He’s lucky that you find it endearing above all else, otherwise he would’ve suffered a few bruises already.

Because he finds it difficult to tell you how much he loves you, he decides it’s probably best to show you, instead.

He holds your hand on the walk to RAD, making sure to tell you that it’s simply ‘for your protection,’ even though you both know you’re more than capable of handling yourself now.

That cake you had offhandedly mentioned wanting to try shows up in front of your door the next day along with a very embarrassed demon holding on to it, claiming how he ‘just so happened to get lucky,’ even though the lines for the bakery are known to span for three hours long.

Mammon can’t seem to focus.

Perhaps it was the boring lesson plans that he had to get through, or maybe it was Lucifer’s threat of once again stringing him from the ceiling if he failed another test looming over his head, but the demon’s thoughts were only fixated on you. You, who’s currently sitting right beside him, pointing at blurry words on a page and spouting nonsense about some history notes he’s going to forget three seconds later.

“And so… Mammon?” You look up at him curiously. “If you’re tired we can—”

“I love you.”

The words leave his lips before he could even process he was saying it, or even why he was saying it. There’s nothing romantic about your situation right now. There are papers scattered all across your coffee table, eraser shavings lost within your carpet, and three books open, none of which he has paid attention to. If anything, this was the absolute worst moment he could’ve picked to say that phrase.

You blink.

And then he blinks.

You turn red.

And then he turns red.

“Ah…”

“AHHHHH,” he covers his face, flailing his hand wildly. “Ignore that! I didn’t say anything!”

He’s ready to get up and run out of the room, failing the test and being strung up again be damned, if not for you grabbing his arm and preventing him from moving anywhere.

“Say it again,” you insist, leaning in closer and giving him your best puppy-dog eyes, ones that you know he can’t resist saying ‘no,’ to. He caves, as you were sure he would, “I… I love you. I love ya’ lots, okay?!”

If smiles could reach past the eyes, he was sure yours would. “I love ya’ lots, too, Mammon.”

LEVI —

Levi would rather hide in his room for a hundred years than ever say that he loves you.

Of course, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to, but every time he tries he chickens out.

Thankfully, you have the patience of a saint, and he couldn’t be more grateful that you haven’t tried to pry those three words out of him (yet).

Still, Levi does what he can to show you he cares in his own way. Whether that be buying games of your favorite genre, or binging your favorite series just so he has more things to talk with you about, anything else will do.

Though it makes him feel extra bad whenever you say it so easily and he’s left to be a stuttering mess.

Levi sucks in a deep breath.

He hardens his nerves, counts to three, and then tries his best to vocalize how he feels. “I…” He pauses, eye twitching from nervousness. “I- I- I CAN’T DO IT!”

A loud groan escapes his lips as he crouches onto the floor of his bedroom, covering his face with his hands from embarrassment. He’s been at this for days now, looking at Henry through the tank and trying with every nerve in his body to just get those three words up and out of his throat to no avail.

Every time he thinks he’s going to get it your face pops up and instantly all his confidence disappears into thin air.

Levi sucks in another deep breath.

One more time, just one more time, he’ll get it this time.

If there was ever a time for the phrase “fake it ‘til you make it,” to be used, this would be the time. With newfound confidence, he pushes himself up to his feet again and stares directly at Henry, who looks back curiously.

“I-” he scrunches up his face and forces the words lodged in his throat out in a tiny squeak. “I love you.” It’s so quiet, and he barely manages to get your name out afterward, but he did it!

He did it!!

He—!

“I love you too, Levi!”

“AKJSDHJKSFGFGKJ????!?!”

“Wow, I didn’t know you could vocalize a keysmash like that.” You’re laughing, he’s on the floor, face completely red and regretting all his life choices, and you’re laughing. “Sorry for entering without your permission, but I tried knocking a few times and no one answered.”

The best thing you could do for him right now is to stay away, get out of his room even, while he waits for the floor to consume him whole, but instead, you walk towards him, stopping just inches away from his face.

“I couldn’t hear you very well the first time. Could you say it again?”

SATAN —

If simply being in one another’s company and enjoying each other’s presence is considered a way of saying ‘I love you,’ then no one does it better than Satan.

He doesn’t really find the need to say the words very much, but when he does, it’s filled with so much softness and care.

He’ll also say it the most when it’s just the two of you, away from prying eyes.

It’s something special, only for your ears, something only you get to hear.

The best moments in life are the ones where you get to spend them with your loved ones, and for Satan, it was no different; a book in his hand, you in his arms, a blanket thrown loosely to cover your legs as your head rests on his shoulder.

It's been two hours now, two hours of uninterrupted reading time — no brothers barging in his room looking for you, no text messages blowing up his notifications, no uninvited guests knocking on the doors of the House of Lamentation — there wasn’t much else he could ask for right now.

“‘And so, the man looks at the person standing in front of him, the person he’s respected and cared for the most in the world, and holds out a hand. Whatever it is that you need, whether it be riches, luck, or power, I’ll be there to deliver it right into your hands.’”

You shift in his arms, and he pauses his reading for only a moment to make sure you’re comfortable before continuing.

“‘And what if I said that the only thing I desire right now was neither riches, nor luck, nor power, but happiness — happiness with you? What would you deliver unto me, then?’”

“‘I would tell you then that I love you. That I would deliver to you: me. Mind, body, and soul.’”

Satan chuckles, “you stole my line.”

You smile, blinking up at him innocently. “Then just say it again.”

His eyes scan over the words once more, “I would tell you then,” he places the book down and cups your cheeks, pressing your foreheads together, his steady gaze holding onto yours. “That I love you. That I would deliver to you: me. Mind, body, and soul.”

ASMO —

No one tells you that they love you more than Asmo does. To him, saying he loves you is just another ring thrown into an endless pool of compliments.

‘You look so cute today!’ He’ll tell you the moment he spots you with a new outfit on. ‘Are you using a new lipstick?’ He notices every small change that you make to your appearance.

It makes you undeniably happy, of course, but it also makes it hard to differentiate from when he’s just being from when he’s being genuine.

Though if you ask him about it, he’ll be more offended than you could ever imagine. Everything he says to you is genuine, how could you ever think otherwise?

There’s been something strained about your relationship with Asmo lately, and unfortunately for him, he can’t seem to figure out what it is.

His compliments don’t have much of an effect anymore. The cute blush you seem to always adorn when he tells you how cute you look doesn’t appear, and every time he gives you a kiss he sees for a fraction of a section that a frown adorns your lips.

“Now, will you please tell me what it is that I’m doing that’s making you sad? I can’t bare to see you frowning anymore.”

Today, he plans to get to the bottom of it — and the first step was to corner you.

You’re laying on his bed with him on top of you, arms caging you in to prevent you from running off. Still, the both of you know full well that if you really had any intention on escaping then you could easily use your pact.

“I just…” You break away from his gaze, embarrassed, mumbling something incoherent under your breath.

“One more time?”

You turn even redder, “I don’t know… what it is you really like about me.”

Asmo blinks.

What do you mean you don’t know what he likes about you? Does he not tell you every day in full detail? So much so that his brothers would actively complain about how annoying and overbearing he is? He sits up, and pulls you forward to face him.

“I love your eyes,” he begins, “I love how they light up every time you get excited about something. I love your personality, how kind you are to everyone, even if they won’t show that same kindness back. I love your determination, how you never give up even when things don’t go your way.” He reaches out to cup both of your cheeks. They’re warm. “I love how rosy your cheeks get whenever I compliment you.”

“I-” you stutter, and his grin widens. “I think I get it now, please stop!”

“Stop?” He muses, “but what about my compliments? I think I deserve that much after you’ve been avoiding me for a week now!”

You glare at him, no doubt just wanting to end this conversation already. “I love you.”

Oh, that’s just unfair. You can’t just pull the ‘I love you,’ card out on him like that and get away scot free — but you do, and he lets you. “I love you, too, cutie!” The both of you once again crash onto the bed, his arms wrapped tightly around your neck. “Don’t you ever forget that!”

BEEL —

If you looked up the definition of ‘gentle giant,’ in the dictionary, Beel’s face would appear.

Despite his larger stature, there’s no one more willing to lend you a helping hand, whether you really need it or not. He just wants to make your life a little bit easier.

To Beel, ‘I love you’s don’t need to have any special meaning behind them. He simply says it because he wants to, whether you’re doing mundane things, or going through something eventful.

He just wants to remind you from time-to-time, and you enjoy doing the same.

“You aren’t mad at me?”

“Hm?” Beel hums, glancing at you, resting on his back. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“Because I made you leave fangol practice early?”

His thumb absentmindedly brushes over your thighs, shifting you into a slightly more secure position (not like he would let you fall either way). “It wasn’t your fault.” If anything it was his.

“Really?”

“Really.”

He was the one who had gotten distracted in the middle of their practice match and turned right as he threw the ball and ended up almost hitting you in the face. Thankfully you had stepped out of the way in time, but ended up tripping over the bench and sprained your ankle, leading Beel to call off early to take care of you and help you back home.

You had insisted that you were okay and that just a bit of ice and bandages would be enough, but he insisted. With his genuine concern in wanting to help, and the notion that he might’ve been the one caused you to get hurt, there was no way you could have denied him.

And so, here you were, arms wrapped around his neck as he carries you back to the House of Lamentation, piggyback style.

There’s a rumble on his back, and he hears your quiet giggles. “Thank you for always taking such good care of me, I love you, Beel.” Your thanks are followed by a quick beck to the back of his head, and he wishes he could just move you into a different position right now and return the favor.

Unfortunately, he can’t without risking further injury to your leg, and so he settles for pressing a kiss to the side of your arm. “Of course I do, I love you after all.”

BELPHIE —

Will tease the living daylights out of you to show his affection.

If you want him to say ‘I love you,’ you’re gonna have to jump through three rings of fire and let him use you has a pillow for minimum three days first.

Even then, he’ll only say it if he’s in the mood, and probably after you’ve already fallen asleep so you can’t hear it.

“What do you mean? I already told you yesterday,” he’s having way too much fun with this. “When? While you were asleep, of course.”

“You’re terrible.”

He chuckles at your comment, simply basking in the way your hands brush through his hair.

So what if its been two weeks of him teasing you just for you to finally hear him say that he loves you? It was fun (to him) and that’s all that matters. Besides, it wasn’t as if he’s never said it before, he just wanted to make it a little game this time around.

“You say that, but here you are.”

“Well,” you brush a strand of hair away from his nose. “Even if you are an ass this feels nice for me as well so it’s okay.”

“So it’s alright for me to never say it again?” He teases, knowing it’ll just push your buttons further.

“Don’t push your luck.”

It’s the dead of the night when you finally fall asleep and somehow, Belphie was still awake. He pokes your cheek, stifling his laughter when you shift uncomfortably and mumble something akin to ‘that tickles’ before proceeding to bury yourself further into his chest.

He likes this, he thinks. It’s fun to tease you, and it’s even more fun knowing that you’re just playing along with him when you could full-well just use your pact to make him say it already. Though, he’s sure that if he mentions that you’ll retaliate saying it’s more genuine to hear him say it without using the pact.

“I love you.” He places a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

You don’t need to know he’s been saying it every night.

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AHHH your ask box is finally working again!!!

okay so ik you made this post forever ago but you briefly mentioned soft dom mammon in it and I have been so excited to bring it up with you!!!

pls if you could spare any thoughts you may have on soft dom! Mammon 🤲🏻

even just a crumb, a morsel, I will be forever indebted to you!!!

And I hope you’re doing well and having a great weekend so far <3

- ♈️ anon

Nsfw!

Hiiii ♈️ ‘n omgg yes!! I’m always happy to share soft!dom Mammon or at least this is my attempt at soft!dom Mammon <3

CW: AFAB!Reader, overstimulation, fingering, praise and a bit of soft sex cuz yea :)

“You can give me another one, can’t ya?” Mammon asked like he was actually giving you a choice, two of his fingers currently circling your clit, feeling your muscles twitch from your last orgasm.

Your head had lolled back onto his shoulder, and his lips moved to your now exposed throat, sucking and biting at your skin as you whine “‘S’too much..Mams can’t…,” his fingers never actually stop abusing your clit, but he sighs against your skin. “I know, but you’re taking it so well, darlin’. you always take me so well.”

you made a sound somewhere between a whine and a groan, your body arching against Mammon as his fingers slid inside your pussy.

Pumping them in and out just fast enough to keep you on the edge of another orgasm, but not fast enough to push you over.

Squirming around in his lap you whine his name again, a little louder. Mammon stopped nibbling on your neck just long enough to mumble a “Yes?” while adding a third finger in.

Your eyelids squeeze shut and your fingers clawed at the material of the couch you were so close and he was teasing you! You take a deep breath and try again, “P-please Mammon. I want...want you.” his hard-on pushing against your back….

“Hmm? What do you want? Do ya more, darlin’?” You nodded eagerly and he chuckled.

Pulling his fingers away and turning you in his lap Mammon pressed his lips to yours, a few quick, soft kisses, before he’s gripping your hips and standing up.

You squealed, wrapping your legs around his waist as he walked over to his bed, “Then let’s get to the bed, yea?” setting you down gently, so that you’re leaning against the headboard.

Oh fuck you felt, limp now…his beds always makes you feel so safe, even when he’s hovering above you with that hungry look in his eyes, you managed another small whine of, “Please.”

Mammon smirks down at you. This is always his favorite look on you. The sweet, fucked out one, where all you can think about is how much pleasure he was giving you and how you never wanted it to end.

“Yea. I’ll take care of ya treasure~ just relax for me.” Mammon, moved closer putting himself between your spread legs, making sure you were comfortable as one of his hands gripped your waist while the other lines his cock up with your dripping cunt.

He glanced up at you and you nodded again, as if you hadn’t already cum countless times tonight and just from his fingers, as if you he wasn’t just treating you like his toy-

He slid in slowly, immediately groaning when he felt your walls squeezing him, you whine a little at first but relax almost as quickly.

You were safe and Mammon made sure you knew that. He wanted a few more seconds until you nodded again and slow started pushing in again inch after inch. Until you were trembling again and he finally bottomed out.

“Good human, takin’ my cock like you were made for me.” Mammon praised you as he began to rock his hips into your.

He kept his thrusts slow, he wanted to feel you cumming around his cock again and again, until your thighs are trembling and muscles shaking with every rut of his hips into yours. Then he can finally fill you with his cum-

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