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MC needs some extra love

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You’re having an off day. Your demons have asked to make sure nothing’s actually wrong, just to be safe, but they’ve seen you like this a few times before. They understand. You’re just feeling down for no particular reason. Just sad and low energy. Extra tired.

Nothing happened, no one hurt you, nothing’s wrong… you just woke up in a low mood. Because it simply be like that sometimes. You just… need some extra affection today. No reason. It’s okay, they’re not judging. They’ll do what they can to cheer you up a little—they love you, you know. They want to see you smile at least once today.

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Lucifer:

When Lucifer notices your mood, he softens towards you a lot. He asks if anything is wrong first of course—they all do—but once he learns that there’s nothing he needs to correct and no one he needs to punish on your behalf, he just softens. He treats you more gently than usual.

He expects you’ll get fed up entertaining all his brothers, with their endless chaotic energy. So he invites you to hide out with him in his office. You are invited to just sit with him and read, or put on some music, or play a game on your DDD, or just rest… or whatever it is that will help.

He’ll even let you curl up in his lap and cuddle with him if that’s what you want. That cheers him up too.

He quietly redistributes the most taxing of your chores for today amongst the seven of them, to give you time to recharge.

You’ll find Levi and Beel doing the dishes for you when it’s your turn, or if you’re supposed to make dinner you’ll find that Mammon and Asmo have already ordered everyone takeout, and they’re already in the middle of setting it all out on the table. You won’t have to do a thing! If you were supposed to clean up a common space in the house, it’ll already be done by some of your assorted pact partners. You might even find sticky notes placed amongst your homework in Lucifer’s, Satan’s, and Belphie’s handwriting, suggesting edits and books titles to check for better information, and pointing out any parts in your work that are particularly well done.

When you check your DDD later, you see that Lucifer had instructed his brothers to take on what they can from you to make your life easier today. He was not planning on letting you know that, clearly—because he sent that in the brothers group chat. You only know because Karasu’s spy feature showed you.

His support is shown in all these soft, quiet details. Peaceful moments. Simple, but unmistakable reminders of how loved you are. It’s okay if you don’t smile today, even though he would like you too. He will verbally remind you that loves you anyway.

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Mammon:

Mammon’s first instinct, of course, is retail therapy. He offers to take you shopping. He’ll even pay for your stuff! He doesn’t mind if it makes you happy!

You appreciate that very much—and maybe you’d be happy to take him up on that if you were sad for a reason, but… you just have no spare energy. Just thinking about going out exhausts you more. You’d have to deal with looking at things! And forming opinions, and deciding on stuff to buy! There’s crowds and cashiers and bright lights and just… stuff outside! You can’t, you just can’t. You have no energy and you can’t.

The first time Mammon sees you like this, he’s confused. You don’t wanna go out? You don’t want any new stuff?? He sure hasn’t felt like that before!

He puts effort into figuring out what will actually help cheer you up instead. He’s considerate that way.

He tries taking you for a long drive. He tries taking tasks off your to-do list. He tries trailing after you all day to keep you company, holding your hand, chattering all day so you can’t hear your thoughts, staying quiet so you don’t get overstimulated. He cycles through every possible approach over the months, on every random day you happen to wake up like this.

It’s all greatly appreciated—and hey, some of his ideas work better than the rest! You feel loved and cared for regardless. It’s impossible to miss how much he adores you.

Eventually though, he strikes gold!

That particular day, he had been telling you a stupid joke every time he ran into you, in an attempt to make you smile. He gets a weak grin for his troubles just about halfway through the day. He beams at you triumphantly at that, impulsively scooping you up for a hug and repeatedly kissing the top of your head, and—aha! THERE’S the smile he was looking for!

From that point on, he knows what to do!

The next time you wake up in this mood, he takes the first opportunity to give you a playfully over the top show of affection. Over the course of the day, he keeps doing it!

He runs into you in the hallway between classes, he (gently) aggressively ruffles your hair as he passes you. He finds you aimlessly walking through the house, you immediately get snatched into his arms for a nice long squeeze. You sit with him as he’s scrolling through devilgram, he sets it aside for a moment to squish your cheeks between his hands and cover your forehead and nose with loud, playful kisses. You go up to him and request attention? You get kiss attacked, and he won’t let up until you crack a smile!

Your brain hurts, he says, echoing your very first explanation. It’s okay though, he says. He’ll kiss it better, he says.

He is MORE than happy to completely discard the tsundere façade to lean into this… over-the-top affectionate silliness, as long as it continues to make you laugh and smile like that.

He won’t admit it, but… this is more honest. This is much closer to who he is at heart than his usual behaviour is. Try as he might, he can’t hide how much he cares to save his life.

The realest aspect of Mammon is not the dumbass, not the money-grubber, not the uncaring cool guy that he pretends to be… no, it’s the goofy dork who loves you SO much that he’d go to any amount of effort to cheer you up.

He’s damn good at it too! HE was put in charge of your well-being for a reason! He’s the best big brother/guardian/friend/pact partner ever, and you’re his to take care of. He’s not letting HIS human go without smiling once for a whole day! You’re the sole member of his family he can openly dote on, and dammit, he will!

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Levi:

Levi’s go-to is, of course, distracting you with media. He tries games first, but if you’re too low-energy for that, he gets it. He tries anime, movies, shows, videos, manga, whatever you seem to respond best to.

You’ll notice a theme of letting others help, confiding in friends, opening up to people. There are repeated instances of characters asking for support from the rest of the cast and then being helped and taken care of. Lots of power of friendship stories, lots of hurt/comfort and “it’s rotten work” “not to me, not if it’s you” and team-as-family.

Maybe, just maaaybe, he’s trying to tell you something!

He relaxes when you explain that you just woke up like this, sometimes this just happens and it’s no one’s fault, there’s no problem, he doesn’t have to worry about you. He gets that! Sometimes he wakes up like that too. It does happen!

But… you’re his player two! He wants to worry about you!

So he takes care of you the way he wishes someone would take care of him when he gets like that. Gives you the extra love he knows first-hand that you need right now. He lets you choose the entertainment, he holds your hand, and mirrors what you do to self-soothe.

If you wanna lie on the floor and stare at his jellyfish decorations, he’s right next to you. If you wanna tell Henry how you’re feeling, he’s right there with you doing the same so you don’t have to feel self-conscious. If you’re stimming, he will too. That one makes him happy as well! If you wanna burrow into a pile of blankets and plushies like a hognose snake, he totally gets it and will also do that. He does that anyway sometimes, just because it’s comfy.

There’s not a hint of judgement from Levi. Ever. He gets it.

When you guys HAVE to leave his room, like for meals and such, he lends you his headphones. So you don’t get overstimulated from all the noise his brothers make. He never goes far from you, either. He always stays close enough that you can reach for him if you want to.

After dinner, when you’re tired and done with trying to act normal (not that even one of your demons is fooled), Levi brings you back to his room. He asks if you have any requests, anything you want to do, anything he can do to help you. If you know what you need, he’ll just do it. If you don’t, he’ll offer comfort in some form that makes sense to him. He understands that all you really need is some extra love when you’re like this, so he’s not at a loss. He gets it, he feels the same way sometimes, he can do that!

You end up curled up in his lap, hiding your face in his shoulder as he watches an anime you’ve both seen before at a low volume. Familiar and comforting. He’s happy to just sit and chill with you until you feel like you’ve recharged enough. He knows you’d do the same for him.

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Satan:

Satan’s instinct, once he learns what’s going on, is to bring you to the quiet spot outside where the stray cats he has befriended gather and then plonk the chillest one in your lap.

Cats are perfect fluffy little warm purring bundles of free therapy, after all. How could you not be recharged by this?

He’s not wrong, the cat definitely helps. It is in fact a perfect creature.

But… well, you don’t bother to spend the energy on saying so, but being outside isn’t really helping. You cringe at every loud noise. The wind ruffling your clothes every so often is annoying you. You’re sitting on concrete and it’s making you cold. The streetlights feel particularly aggressive to your eyes today. Very stabby. There are smells outside! No one wants that!

You love the cats, but Satan is giving them all his attention and you’re getting just a little bit jealous. You as well are giving the cat in your lap all your attention, and—as stupid as you feel about it—you’re getting a little bit jealous about that too. You want attention too! All the cat has to do is be cute and soft and it can have all the petting and cuddling it wants! As it deserves, yes, but… don’t you as well, though..?

You try to push that feeling away and just pet the cat. The cat did nothing wrong, you still love it, you’re supposed to be feeling MORE recharged from this! Not… whatever it is you do feel. At the end of the day you still enjoy petting the cat and you don’t want it to leave. That’s still true and that’s what matters, you tell yourself.

Eventually the cat decides it’s had enough petting for now, and gets up. Satan checks on you, fully expecting you to be thoroughly cheered up! Instead he sees you staring forlornly at your hands, mostly zoned out. Confused, he asks if you’re okay.

You nod once, giving him a hollow smile.

Now he’s concerned. He takes a minute to finish petting the cats surrounding him—noting the hint of jealousy in your eyes as you observe him—then comes to sit on the concrete stair next to you.

He gently points out that he knows you well enough to detect a lie. Especially an unconvincing lie like that. You give a noncommittal hum in reply. That’s all you have the energy for.

He wraps an arm around your shoulders, letting you slump against his side. Your head leans against his shoulder. His other arm comes up to stroke your head for a moment, then drops down again to take your hand.

In a small, tired voice, you thank him. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze in reply.

Eventually he adjusts you so he can hold you more comfortably. Every so often he kisses the top of your head, or rubs your shoulder, or squeezes your hand, or says something quietly to you. Pointing out a interesting leaf shape, telling you something inconsequential about his day, prompting you to look when one of the cats does something cute, reminding you that he loves you and it’s okay to feel like this. That he enjoys your company no matter what mood you’re in.

This helps a lot more. Eventually you have enough energy to reply to him in full sentences! He’s visibly relieved at that. Still, he continues to hold you.

It’s after this point that a different cat comes up to you. It sniffs your shoelace then rubs itself against your leg. It flops over your shoe, stretching adorably with its little paws reaching up. It looks up at you all wide-eyed and cute, and finally you give a short puff of a laugh. Satan feels it more than hears it, but still!! He feels successful!

You pet this cat as it stands up and sniffs at your free hand. You look at it with a little smile. There’s a bit more soul in this smile, to Satan’s relief.

Later, as the two of you are leaving, he slips the cat a treat and whispers a thank you to it. Then he takes your hand again and leads you back home.

(He makes a mental note to himself for next time: pet the sad human first!! Then go see the cats!)

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Asmo:

Asmo notices that you’re having one of those days today, and he rushes to spoil you. Like Mammon, his first instinct is to take you shopping—but specifically for clothes and makeup and skincare products. Stuff that would cheer him up.

But you’re tired, and he understands that. It’s okay, he still knows what to do!

Asmo brings you into his room. You curl up in a sad, tired lump on his bed. He lets you chill there while he gathers up the stuff he wants.

He returns to you with his arms full of stuff! Nail polish, face masks, a hairbrush, moisturizer and hair oil, etc etc. Stuff for taking care of you.

He makes a point of only doing stuff that doesn’t sting at all. No plucking eyebrows or messing with your cuticles or anything like that. Just the stuff that feels nice.

Asmo quietly chatters about people he knows and stuff he’s used and whatever the latest gossip he’s heard is. Not even really to inform you this time, because he knows you’re probably not gonna remember much when you’re like this, but more to provide you with a constant, grounding backdrop of his familiar voice.

He speaks softly to you as he wipes your face with cleanser and then proceeds with his skincare process. He gently brushes your hair, spending twice as long as necessary just because it feels nice. He insists you don’t bother to move as he sits next to you and paints your nails.

At some point he runs out of stuff to do, so he ends up just brushing over your face with a clean makeup brush. No product on it at all, he’s just doing it to make you relax, because it’s soft and it feels nice. It’s meditative, honestly. For both of you.

He spends a good long while doing that.

He finishes up and lies down next to you. He pulls you into a cuddle. You offer to return the favour for him. Do his skincare and hair and nails and stuff for him, spoil him back—because he deserves the best.

For the first time ever, he declines. He shushes you and holds you tighter. This is the only situation in which he would ever refuse that!

He says you’re more than welcome to return the favour tomorrow if you like, but for now he just wants you to rest. He did all that for you to get you in this relaxed state you’re in right now, don’t get up and un-relax yourself so fast! Keep your brain turned off! It’s good for you sometimes!

… yes, Asmo is surprised by his own selflessness too—more surprised than you are by now, knowing him. He’s always been selfless for your sake since you first became his friend. It still surprises him though.

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Beel:

Beel is your best guy for validation. For quiet, thoughtful, unwavering support. He’s a lot more insightful than he’s often given credit for. He’s one of the best people in this family in terms of emotional intelligence, no question about it.

He knows just what to do. He observes you as the day goes on, taking the first opportunity to pull you aside and check on you without any others around. Just to make absolutely sure there’s nothing else going on.

His voice is soft, his hands are gentle, and he puts effort into understanding you. You’re family, he loves you so much! So of course he would.

He’ll share his food with you of course—both because he wants you to know that he loves you that much, and because he’s trying to remove a task from your to-do list. You don’t have to think about getting food and preparing it and any of that if he just. Does it for you. You can spend your very limited energy elsewhere.

He’ll take you with him on his routine walk, just so you can have a change of scenery and an opportunity to chat uninterrupted.

He listens to you complain about being outside with his characteristic placid sympathy—a combination that would be a bit contradictory if it came from anyone else, but somehow makes perfect sense for Beel. It’s soothing. Reassuring, somehow. He helps a lot, just by being himself.

When you inevitably run out of energy—much quicker than you usually do, but you expected that—he offers to carry you. Or rather, he automatically goes to do it on muscle memory, because that’s just what he does with tired loved ones (Belphie usually). He catches himself and realizes he should ask first in this case. Just to make sure. He’s considerate like that.

You are very tired… and you want contact. So of course you accept the offer. How could you refuse when he offers so earnestly?

He walks in measured, consistent steps as he carries you. The sway of his movement is deliberately relaxing. He’s trying to lull you into a meditative haze, or maybe put you to sleep. Either is good, he thinks.

The warmth of him makes the… everything about being outside when you’re feeling this way a lot more tolerable. The sounds of his footsteps, his breaths, his heartbeat… all of that drowns out the background noise just enough. Your face is pressed into his jacket, so the streetlights don’t stab your eyes and all the distressingly inconsistent outside smells are entirely covered by the spices-aromatics-soap scent of Beel. It’s a smell you know very well, and the familiarity of it is grounding.

Everything about him is grounding, really. He really did know exactly what to do.

At the end of the day… it’s okay if you don’t smile. He would like you to, of course, but he will meet you where you’re at. Anyway, it’s more important to him that you feel like it’s safe to show however it is you actually feel around him. He understands the amount of trust that takes, and he’s honoured by it. Nothing is more important to him than that trust.

So, you don’t have to smile. It’s okay.

Don’t be strong, he tells you. There’s no need, for now. Just let him. Rest, lean on his strength—he’s got more than enough for both of you. He’s got you. He’s not going anywhere.

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Belphie:

Oh, you’re tired? A bit sad, a bit grouchy? Damn. Looks like even HE has more energy than you today. That’s not something he sees often! Well, that’s fine. He knows what to do.

It’s straight to baby jail with you!

In his arms, that is. In bed, surrounded by his best pillows, covered by the least warm heavy blanket he has, so you won’t overheat but will still feel nice and covered.

He positions you so you’re facing each other, with your head tucked under his chin. So you have room to comfortably breathe and talk, but your face is still as covered as possible so you won’t be bothered by any lights.

Emotional intelligence may not be Belphie’s strong suit, but he is observant and he understands exhaustion. This may not exactly be the usual kind of exhaustion, but still! There’s no demon better equipped to understand what’s going on with you right now, just by nature.

He’s totally fine with cuddling you in silence if you don’t feel like talking. That really works for him, actually, because it allows him to nap.

Not that he doesn’t WANT to listen to you. He does. He’d be happy to. But he gets it if you don’t wanna bother with that. It’s okay.

He will, however, delay taking a nap until you doze off first. He just wants to make sure you’re okay. He’s not about to just fall asleep and abandon you if you still need attention.

If you’re not falling asleep very fast, he will help. Not with magic, surprisingly. He’s being more… gentle, he supposes, than that in this situation.

He talks quietly about nothing important. The soft drone of his voice, kept consistent and deliberately soporific, melts into your brain like butter, slowing it way down. Blocking everything else out. Gradually turning it off. One hand rubs your back slowly, almost as if to match the rhythm of his voice.

It’s so relaxing. You feel like you could stay like this forever and never want to move, you’re that comfortable.

Belphie knows what he’s doing.

It works really well! He makes sure you feel loved and cared for, then makes sure you get some extra rest. Mental and physical recharging.

Of course, you wake up feeling a lot better. Maybe not entirely back to your normal self yet, but definitely better. How could you not?

You’re a lot less tired after you’ve slept, and less sad too… so he’s succeeded—but you’re still not smiling!

He can fix that, right?

He lets you get up and stretch first, of course. He does the same. Before you leave the room though, he wraps you up in another hug.

He pulls back to examine your face after a minute or two.

Hmm… you look comfy, but still no smile! He can’t have that! So he hugs you tightly again, but this time his fingers start to lightly poke and brush over your sides. He’s trying to force you to smile by tickling you. He’s not gonna do too much, he’s not trying to overwhelm you. He stops as soon as you crack a smile.

There we go, he says as he gives you one last gentle squeeze. That was all he wanted, he tells you.

He doesn’t let go of you for long, over the rest of the day. Always holding your hand, giving you random hugs, draping himself over your shoulders—but without making you take all his weight for once, because he knows you’re still kinda tired. Enough of it to be soothing, but no more. Just so you don’t get lonely. He doesn’t want you to get all sad again.

If you do get sad again though, it’s okay. He will squish the sadness out of you all over again, as many times as you need. He doesn’t mind.

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no thoughts just hugging mammon with everything you have and crying into the nape of his neck while he hugs you just as tight, just as hard, just as desperately, but also so gently because he’s afraid he’ll break you with how delicate you are right now.

no thoughts just slumping against him after crying out everything left in you and falling asleep while he still holds onto you and kisses the crown of your head because he knows you won’t notice.

no thoughts just his heart breaking because if he had his way he would take your pain onto himself in a heartbeat but he can’t and that’s what hurts the most.

no thoughts just mammon staying with you like that the whole night and checking your pulse occasionally and feeling relieved at it’s presence because it means you’re still here with him.

no thoughts just falling asleep with your first man and having him treat you like you’re the most precious thing in all of the three realms.

no thoughts; just mammon being your rock like he always is.

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“I bet Floyd eats the most” i think we are forgetting the elephant in the room

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headcannons: what flusters the brothers

No one can deny the effect you can have on the brothers. Yes, you've been with them for some time now, but that doesn't mean your charm still doesn't catch them off guard. Here are a few scenarios that guarantee red faces from all of them. (1.5k words)

Lucifer

~When you find him passed out at his desk.

You quietly open the study door and there he is, head cradled in one arm, papers scattered, pen still clutched in one hand. It's rare to see him so undone, without his disciplined composure. You nudge his shoulder gently, whispering his name “Lucifer…” and his eyes flutter open, blinking sluggishly as he sits up. You place a warm cup of tea by his hand. He doesn’t meet your eyes right away. “Thank you,” he murmurs, leaving back in his chair, brushing his hair back and straightening his clothes like a reflex, but the slight red in his cheeks betrays how caught off guard he is by your tenderness, and the fact that you saw him like this.

~When you one-up him in front of Diavolo.

Maybe you’ve made a clever remark, remembered a key piece of Devildom lore before he could, or offered Diavolo advice that the prince takes to heart. Lucifer’s expression doesn't change much, but there’s a twitch in his jaw and a slow blink that gives him away. “Impressive,” he says in a carefully controlled voice, but the subtle readjustment of his posture and the brief glance he gives you (when he thinks you won’t notice) says he’s flustered, more than he’ll ever admit. He’s proud, of course, but also deeply unused to being matched, let alone bested.

~When you finally lose your temper.

He’s used to being the one who keeps things together. But one evening, after a string of disasters—a broken door, a food fight, a Mammon prank gone wrong—you’ve reached your limit. He makes an offhand comment about staying calm, and it’s the last straw. You turn on all of them, including him, voice sharp and tone firm, scolding them all like a disappointed parent. The room goes quiet. Lucifer’s brows shoot up slightly as he stares at you, stunned. There’s a weird glint of admiration in his eyes too.

Mammon

~When you praise him without teasing.

He’s so used to backhanded compliments or sarcastic jabs that when you genuinely call him reliable or handsome, without a punchline. His brain short circuits. He’ll blink, look away, scratch at his neck like he’s itchy all of a sudden, and laugh too loudly. “Y-Yeah, well, ‘course I am!” he stammers, but his ears are pink and he won’t stop cheesing about it.

~When you catch him staring and don’t say anything, just smile.

Mammon stares a lot. You just usually don’t catch him. So when you look up from your book or drink and catch his gaze already fixed on you, he panics. But then you smile, sweet, knowing, and just a little smug, it knocks the wind out of him. “Wha—! I wasn’t lookin’! Mind yer business!” he yells, turning bright red. But his eyes keep flicking back to you like he can’t help it.

Leviathan

~When you walk in while he’s singing to himself.

He’s in the middle of some anime theme song, headphones on, and half-dancing around his room. He doesn’t hear the door open until it’s too late. You’re standing there, smiling. Levi yelps, drops the remote, and nearly trips over his tail. “W-W-WHY are you here?! You’re supposed to use the password!!” He’s bright red and curls into a ball like a flustered shrimp.

~When you cosplay as his favorite character.

You step into his room wearing a Ruri-chan costume, specially tailored to you. He gapes. His brain completely freezes. “Is this... is this real life?!” he whispers, tears threatening to gather in his eyes. “You... you really did this for me?”

~When you snuggle up to watch him game.

“W-Wait, you can’t just—!” He’s trapped, controller in hand, body stiff as a board while you rest comfortably against him. “I can’t focus like this! You’re too close!” But he doesn’t move away. He tries to obscure the redness of his cheeks, he fails miserably.

Satan

~When you catch him reading a romance novel.

He’s usually buried in classics or rare texts, but today he didn’t expect you to find him in the library with a dog-eared romance, totally invested. “You’re reading that?” you ask. His eyes widen. “It’s... for research,” he says too quickly. You sit next to him with a smirk. He sighs in defeat, but the way he won’t quite meet your gaze gives him away.

~When you're cooking together.

You come up behind him quietly as he stirs a pot, one hand on shoulder, other hand raising a spoonful of what you’re both making to his lips. He’s startled by how intimate it feels. When you tease that you’re the better chef, he raises an eyebrow, but he’s smiling (and a little flushed). He’s not used to gentleness like this in the kitchen. He likes it more than he admits.

~When you give him cat-themed gifts.

He insists he doesn’t need trinkets, but you’ve caught on to his weakness. A handmade bookmark with paw prints? He clears his throat and thanks you quietly. A mug with a curled-up kitten? He drinks from it in private. But when you give him a cat-ear headband “just for fun,” and then slip it on your own head with a smirk, he chokes on his tea. “I’m not wearing that,” he says, but you drape it onto his head anyway, and the way he turns crimson and looks away tells you all you need to know.

Asmodeus

~When you turn the charm back on him.

Asmo’s always the flirty one, and it's difficult to fluster the Avatar of Lust. But when you take the lead, leaning in close and whispering something suggestive, his eyes widen. Especially because you don't act like that in front of the others, it makes him feel especially special.

~When you help him remove his makeup

Late at night. He’s tired. You sit him down and start removing his makeup with slow, gentle motions. He goes silent, blinking at you. “You’re so sweet… that’s not fair,” he whispers. He looks away with a shy smile, hands nervously playing with his robe.

~When you wear one of his robes around the house.

You strolling the hallway after a shower, wearing his silky, floral-printed robe like it’s yours. He gasps dramatically from down the hall, “Is that mine?” he clutches his chest, eyes wide, and scurries over.“It looks better on you,” he purrs. He pads over, fingers brushing the collar at your neck. “I need to take some pictures! And then take it off. Slowly.” Of course, it's only natural for him to fluster you in return.

Beelzebub

~When you offer him your last bite.

He blinks slowly, looking from the fork to your face. “Are you sure?” he asks softly. When you nod, he takes it so carefully, almost reverently. “That’s… really nice of you.” His cheeks glow pink, and he looks at you like you just gave him your heart. The little smile he gives you when his mouth is full makes you melt.

~When you wipe food from his mouth, then eat it.

You're both sharing a creamy, chocolate dessert and something sticks to the corner of his mouth. Without hesitation, you reach out and swipe it off with your thumb. He freezes for a moment, watching you inspect your thumb briefly before licking it. His eyebrows twitch upwards and his face turns red. He doesn’t say anything, he just quietly beams.

Belphegor

~When you gently brush his bangs from his face.

He’s laying in bed, half-awake, and you reach out to fix his hair. His eyes open slowly, a little wide. “Don’t look at me like that,” he says, voice rough with sleep. “It’s weird.” But the way he avoids your gaze, the way his cheeks bloom pink, says he didn’t mind.

~When you say you dreamed about him.

He plays it off at first. “Yeah? I bet I was amazing.” But he can't hide his curiosity, he brings it up again and asks what it was about. You dreamed about him holding your hand, or watching stars with him, or something gentle like that. His smile turns sheepish. “You’re weird,” he says, voice quiet, affectionate. He won’t say it, but he’ll try to recreate that dream later. Just for you

~When you play with his hair while his head is in your lap.

Occasionally he dozes off that way, wakes up, tries to run his hand through his hair and finds some strands braided. When he blinks the blurriness away he sees your face above him. He opens his mouth but nothing comes out, just a slight huff as he turns closer towards you. You catch the red of his cheeks and ears and you know he secretly likes it.

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kisses kisses kisses

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A kiss on the back of your hand from Satan when he’s too engrossed in his book to look up at you.

You both are sitting on the couch in the library. Maybe you’re reading a book of your own. He’s holding your hand, thumb running along your knuckles. He brings it up to his mouth. The actual kiss is quick, a fleeting press of his lips against you, but then he keeps your hand there, like he doesn’t want to let you go. He reads a couple more pages like that, and you let him, holding you close to his lips and closer to his heart.

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A kiss on the tip of your nose from Asmo when he doesn’t want to mess up your gloss.

He can’t help it! He just loves the way your eyes go a little cross-eyed as you watch him lean in. Loves it when you only look at him.

He’s holding your chin, turning it this and that way as you both look at the mirror. He wanted to test something at the shine you think. Suddenly, you’re not facing the mirror anymore. All you see is him. You watch him lean in and plant a kiss on the top of your nose. His lips are warm and soft. You swear you feel your whole body tingle as he pulls away.

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A kiss on the neck from Belphie when he doesn’t want to move off of you.

This is it. This is how you perish. Crushed underneath an entire sleeping demon. Not for a lack of trying mind you. For every arm or leg your managed to release yourself from, another apears trapping you again. You feel his breath on your neck. As well as the limbs and the tail wrapped around you. You struggle some more and in response you get bitten. Nothing lasting, just something to tell you to settle down. That’s there is no getting out of this. You then feel lips, no teeth this time, press into the same spot. Maybe as an apology or more of a plea to get you to stay. How could you ever say no to that?

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what lucifer would have done if mc actually stabbed him with the night dagger

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MC graduating from a human university.

When your name is called and you go up on stage to get your diploma, Leviathan is in the audience going wild. Waving fans with your face on them. Screaming your name. He's got a headband on that matches your outfit under the graduation robes. You wave, and the simple fanservice makes his heart race even faster.

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belphie's the type of demon who does a lot of weird shit to you-- he aggressively sniffs you, grabs your teeth, pokes his fingers in your nose, constantly says things like ''i want to crawl inside you so we can be together forever'' and then looks at you like he never even opened his mouth.

he's such a little shit but he's so cute about it. maybe it's his youngest sibling genes but no one's ever been too mad at him for his behaviour. whether you giggle at his antics or he's met with a dead-pan stare, he isn't going to stop-- plus, you can't be that annoyed with him, not when every time he's finished with his little antics, he looks up at you like you're heaven.

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people call him dramatic when mammon says that you bring colour into his world.

it's not something he says often, nor is it something he likes to admit to anyone aside from you, but he means it wholeheartedly. when you walk away from him, when the two of you are apart in any way-- it feels like there's an empty space tucked somewhere deep in his lungs that makes it difficult to breathe. and the silly thing is he doesn't even realise the difference until you're back in his arms.

it's like he can breathe comfortably again knowing you're near. the edges of his vision burst with colour, his mood brightens, and that hollow in his chest is filled to the brim with the very essence of you.

it might be a side effect, but he's learnt to recognise when you're near. the faintest of breaths, the lightest of footsteps, the very beat of your heart-- any indication at all makes him search for you like a desperate dog. it's pathetic and undemonlike, but you're the only one who could ever pull this side out of him. he'd be mad at you for it if he didn't love you so much, if the corners of his hearts didn't cry out your name whenever you were gone.

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clingy mammon and equally clingy mc <3

gn!reader, no physical descriptions. established relationship, extremely fluffy + soft. short bc I haven’t written for him in a long time and my writer’s block has been strong lately. I’ve missed him :((

It’s your first night back in the Devildom after being away in the human world for a few weeks and to no one’s surprise, you’re spending it with Mammon.

Normally he’d be cozied up in your room, but finally having you back in his arms has made him a tad more possessive. He seems to have taken a page out of his familiars’ book and decided to bring his treasure back to his nest.

And after such a chaotic return, you welcome the peace his room offers you.

You lay side by side, face to face with his arms wrapped securely around your waist. Your own arms are wrapped equally tight around his shoulders and your fingers have found their way into his soft, silver locks.

You haven’t spoken in hours.

Neither of you are willing to break the silence, both opting for the sounds of heartbeats and slow breathing. Rather than whispered affection, you express the sentiment by nudging noses or pressing kisses against whatever patch of skin can be reached. Aside from the sound of footsteps beyond his door or muted yelling that can be heard from across the house, everything is quiet.

You do this every time you’re reunited after a period of separation, no matter how long or short it is. Mammon claims it’s important to “get back in sync” with his partner in crime (as if you could ever fall out of it, even so far apart) but you both know the real reason is because he misses you too much when you have to leave.

And quite honestly, you have no qualms about getting familiar with him again.

You snuggle closer to him and tilt your head up to meet his eyes. He smiles down at you and knocks his forehead against yours.

Mammon lets out a sigh- content, relaxed and relieved- and trails a hand under the hem of your shirt, drawing shapes on the skin of your back. It takes a few minutes for you to realize he’s repeating the same pattern over and over again. You wait for him to restart once more so you can try to decipher it.

Now that you’re paying attention, it doesn’t take you long to recognize that he’s writing something in your language.

You didn’t think it was possible, but you soften even more in his hold. You tug him down for a kiss, making note of how soft his lips are.

“I love you too,” you mumble, letting your lips meet again soon after.

A few more kisses are exchanged before you bury your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. His cologne lingers on his skin and you’re amazed at how much he smells like home.

Eventually you’ll both fall asleep like this and wake up sore in the morning… but for now, in the quiet of the night, you remain wrapped up in each other, making up for lost time.

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birds of prey ~ mammon

ehehe since I put my crow costume together and it actually looks really fuckin' cool, I'm gonna write a little mini-fic with mammon based around it. don’t mind the title, it was the first bird related thing I could come up with.

gn!mc, no physical descriptions, but reader wears makeup (non descriptive so it could pass as costume makeup). fluff, but ngl this is very suggestive!! nothing happens tho bc crows happen to be good at prevention. OG obey me setting, pre-established relationship. mammon is possessive bc demon and he is literal greed. lowercase intentional.

"holy shit, MC..." your boyfriend, gasped out as he walked into your room. "you look amazing!”

you grinned at him through the mirror as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. bringing a hand up, you reached behind to cup his cheek and turned your head to kiss the other one. “thank you, mammon. I won’t lie, I was hoping to surprise you at the party with my costume, but this reaction is pretty good too.”

he shook his head and smiled softly. “I like that I can fawn over ya like this right here. don’t have to worry about any other losers trippin’ over themselves to get your attention. namely asmo.”

you laughed and squeezed one of the arms on your torso with your free hand. “you’re sweet. so…” you touched up your makeup and quickly moved away to face him with a grand pose. “do you have any idea what I’m dressed up as?”

he smiled nervously. “uh…” you watched in amusement as he took in your all black outfit, shoes and the feathers spread over your shoulders. you tried to stay focused when you saw how his eyes went from calculating to just a tad glazed over.

it was a really flattering outfit.

you snapped your fingers once in front of his face and he just grinned when he met your eyes again. “a sexy… fallen angel? isn’t that something you humans turned into a popular costume? ”

you rolled your eyes, both in amusement and shock that he thought you’d turn his reality into a game of dress-up.

“no, silly, I’d never do that to you guys.” you twirled for him and he saw that the feathers weren’t black angel wings at all, but rather…

“wait, babe, are ya a crow?!”

you nodded. “you got it!”

he sighed fondly and cupped your cheek. “you’re somethin’ else, babe, ya know that?”

he took you in one more time and laughed a bit in disbelief. “ya really went as a crow, huh? that’s insane, MC, I love it so much.” he twirled you slowly, and kissed your nose when you faced him again. “you’re definitely cuter than any of my actual crows, not gonna lie.”

you gasped and put a hand over his mouth. “mammon, don’t say that about your children!”

he rolled his eyes and gently took hold of your wrist to remove your glove clad hand. “yeah yeah, I know- the real crows are my kids and we’re one big happy family, I’m so sorry.”

you nod once. “you’re forgiven.”

walking back over to the mirror, you see him move over to sit on your bed. you feel his gaze on you and the air in the room felt very different now that he knew what your costume was.

dressed as something well known to be associated with him in a family of demons vying for your attention… not to mention some angels and nobles…

it was enough to make a demon feel special.

your boyfriend was practically glowing gold at that point and you were almost convinced that if you were to turn out the lights, you’d see two glittery orbs where his eyes should’ve been.

“baby? you good?” you blinked at him with faux innocence through the mirror, wanting to see where it would get you.

he just smirked and shook his head, leaning back on his hands. you felt your body heat up under his gaze but you did your best to keep eye contact with him through the mirror.

“I don’t think we’re gonna make it to that party tonight, babe.”

still trying to ignore the heat building up inside you, you looked back at the mirror and continued touching up your makeup. “oh? and why is that?”

he chuckled. “you’re telling me you didn’t choose that costume for any particular reason? didn’t think about how I might react to it?”

you fought off a smile. “honestly I just thought it’d be cute, but I’m certainly not complaining about all this.”

he slowly got up and stalked over to you once again. he took hold of one of your hands, extending your arm out and pressing kisses along it’s length. shoulder to finger tips. his voice was low.

“yeah? well ya seemed to forget that I’m a demon and that seein’ you dressed to make sure everyone knows you’re mine would stir up some feelings in me.”

you smirked this time and he made note of the mischief in your eyes. “like I said, thought it’d be cute.”

suddenly, with a growl, he spun you around and planted his lips on yours. your arms immediately wrapped around his neck and your hands went to his hair.

just as he was about to start walking backwards into the bed, you both jumped apart at the sound of cawing.

you looked to the window and saw a crow pecking at the glass. mammon groaned when you walked away to let the poor thing in. he recognized the familiar to be hestia, a notoriously needy and curious younger crow he had been taking care of and training as of late.

“MC, please, she needs to learn that I can’t drop everything for her whenever she misses me. I’m trying to train her out of that.”

you glared at him and opened the window, frown turning into a wide grin as the bird immediately flew right into your demon’s face and affectionately started pecking at it.

“ouch! okay, okay, sharp beak, we’ve been over this!”

closing your window again, you rushed over to make sure she didn’t accidentally wound him. thankfully he was okay and the crow happily perched on his shoulder.

you cooed at her and she tilted her head as she seemed to take you in for the first time that night. you had met her many times before, but this time seemed different- she was much more interested in your clothing, it seemed.

mammon, who had just finished recovering from hestia’s form of affection, looked at her and then at you and grinned. “I think she likes your feathers.”

you smiled and used one finger to pet her head. she seemed to like that, as she decided to fly from his shoulder to yours and nipping at the faux feathers and bumping her head against your cheek.

you were absolutely delighted, as you always were whenever one of his crows showed you affection. you once told him that you saw it as the highest honor to be accepted by his familiars.

he couldn’t get over the scene in front of him, so while you were distracted he discreetly got out his D.D.D. and took a few pictures. new lock screen acquired.

eventually he did get the young crow away from you and somehow managed to send her off but almost as soon as he got the window shut again, there was a knock on your door.

“MC, dear, are you almost ready? we’re all waiting for you and mammon in the front hall when you are!” asmo.

you looked at mammon apologetically and called out, “yeah, almost! I’ll be out soon!”

the fifth born’s steps retreated and mammon sighed. “guess we gotta go… but hey,” he said, voice going from annoyed to sincere. “I really love your costume, MC, and you have no idea how much I love that you’re openly showin’ that we belong to each other. especially when we’re going to be in a room full of people who want you.”

you smiled up at him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “of course, my dear. I love you, I’m all yours. and when we get back from this party…” you leaned up to whisper to him. “you can do whatever you’d like.”

he shivered at that and his eyes were back to glowing with greed. “I’m not sharing ya tonight. they can get as jealous as they want, but like you said, you’re all mine.”

hehe possessive mammon am I right?

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!! 🎃

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grief comfort- mammon

I wanted to write something with mammon, who is one of my biggest comfort characters. I wanted to post it last year but I couldn’t finish it until now.

fem!mc bc I mostly wrote it for my own comfort and also I this is like. suuuuper self indulgent guys, so don’t mind me!!! just getting some emotions out!!! (but this is NOT an OC or my own self-insert MC. there is no physical description and the only background info is that her mother has passed.)

warnings: heavy grief, feelings of guilt, lots of crying and reminiscing, mammon is incredibly emotionally intelligent and loves you so much, very very quick character analysis of the brothers and their grief. Mammon might be slightly OOC in this I’m sorry!!

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If there was one thing you missed about the Human World when you were in the Devildom, it was the sunshine. 

Yeah, it was hot and annoying, and maybe it temporarily blinded you whenever you wanted to look up at the clouds, but at least it provided you with a soft glow through your window in the morning and a feeling of comforting warmth.

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little things

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their love languages

characters: leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto

𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒂 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒓

Quality time

he'll act like he hates it, but secretly loves when you're with him

even when both of you are in the same room but neither of you are talking

he always finds an excuse to keep you in the room with him whenever you go to leave

he's not completely subtle about it and you know what he's trying to do by the second time he's stopped you from leaving the room

he'll make ruggie bring you guys food so you don't have to leave

he doesn't talk much, but will listen to any stories you have

he'll always agree to go out with you whether it be shopping or just going out for a walk, even if he'll grumble about it

if you're out alone, you'll always end up bumping into him

you know it's not an accident because he's never out that much

but you don't mention it because you know he'll just deny it

even if it's blatantly obvious what he's doing

Physical touch

he usually doesn't like people touching him

but with you it's different

he'll grumble about it, but he secretly loves whenever you hug or grab his hand

if you confront him about it, he'll deny it

you go to bed with your head on his chest and you'll wake up in the morning with him curled up next to you practically clinging to you

there are times where he'll fall asleep with his head in your lap

literally purrs if you run your fingers through his hair

he's not as expressive while in public, but will lazily drape his arm around your shoulders nonchalantly

will rub up on you to get your attention

you'll find his tail wrapped around your wrist or leg at times unintentionally

forget trying to get up from his embrace in the middle of the night to get a glass of water

he has you practically glued down until morning

𝑨𝒛𝒖𝒍 𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒐��𝒕𝒐

Acts of service/Gift giving

this man will spoil you rotten

if he knows you're stopping by the Monstro Lounge, he will make sure to have your favorite food and drink ready for as soon as you enter

if you stop by unannounced, he makes sure to put a special order in for you, and have it done under five minutes

stressed about a due date for an assignment? no worries it's now due a week later

he doesn't want you lifting a finger to do something while with him

if you happen to forget eating, you'll find meals left for you three times a day

there's always a handwritten note with each meal making you wonder how he has time for this while also running a business

you always have the sneaking suspicion that he's also the one cooking all the meals

these things could be easily shifted into gift giving by the amount of things this man is willing to buy for you

you don't even have to ask and the thing you looked at through the store window just for a split second is in your hands

if you ever try to decline one of his presents, he'll practically force it into your hands claiming he only wants to see you happy

Words of affirmation

someone praise this man.

no seriously one hint of any kind of praise or loving words of any kind he'll become a blushing and blubbering fool

especially when it's from someone he cares about

the first time you say 'i love you' he almost faints

pet names make him practically physically melt

he's not used to getting them, so the first time you use one for him he doesn't know what to do

you don't see him for the rest of the day leaving you wonder if you did something wrong

once you see him again he has to assure you that it's not your fault, he just needed to recover

he never gets used to them, they still make him as flustered as they did when he first heard them

you've come to love the way he responds to them

"can you hand me a pen, love?" his cheeks darken significantly and he passes you the pen without saying a word

buy me a coffee ♡

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From a state hearing in Texas

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Brennan: I'm gonna make a little code in a fake language and give them just the tiniest clue of how they might crack it and it’ll be a tantalizing little mystery for them

Siobhan:

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I know people are disappointed that Van isn’t a lesbian but isnt it so cute how Van is this large, rowdy woman who is respected by her pirate clientele while her husband is this small, loving man who has the voice of an angel and likes to write the trivia questions?

Vanellope “I support my husband’s aioilis” Chapman and Bert “my adventurous wife can beat you up” Chapman.

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its crazy that a lot of what we call 'video essays' these days are basically low budget documentaries on increasingly weird and niche topics. no network approval no tv budget just one guy with maybe a hired editor/writer and a couple of friends willing to read voice lines. and then they put it on youtube like its no big deal. insane.