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nyaa

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Solmare has the chance to do the funniest thing imaginable and give us a third app

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i am nooooot locked the fuck in. im locked the fuck out. call the locksmith

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Teen!MC

Being a human in a realm full of creatures you didn't even know existed is hard. No one being able to understand your feelings is harder. It was common for you to feel blue every once in a while. Blame it on the hormones or puberty— or maybe even both if those two even have a difference.

It was one of those days where you just wanted to lock yourself in your room, dig a hole on the ground and bury yourself forever. The overwhelming feeling in your chest has been lingering in there for a week. Is it even normal at this point?

You felt bad. Really bad. You snapped at Mammon for being too loud, pushed Belphie out of the bed because you were suddenly annoyed, ignored Satan's invitation to the cafe, and many other things but one truly crushed your chest.

You had a fight with Lucifer.

It started off small. You were on the couch, playing a game, ignoring your pending tasks since you were so good at procrastinating. Lucifer didn't enjoy that. He warned you the first time. You didn't listen to him. He came for the second, arms crossed, frown visible, shoes tapping, and eyebrows furrowed. You sighed loudly. He didn't like that.

He was being so gentle and kind and this is how you respond to the Avatar of Pride? He's not gonna accept this until you remember the definition of respect.

Curses and shouts were thrown at each other. Voices raised so high to the point that even Belphie woke up. The whole house was shaking. Mammon tried to reason but was outcast by the two of you.

"Could you just for once stop acting like a kid?"

You felt your chest got crushed. You stormed off, leaving the room and locking your door. You could hear the murmurs of the brothers and had caught a glimpse of their worried gazes. You were too heated up to care.

Now, it was midnight in Devildom. Many text messages and missed calls notified your D.D.D. yet, you didn't know or chose to not know because you threw your phone away from your bed.

Childish, it was, yes. Can you really use puberty as a reason? Can that excuse you from the actions you did to the brothers? Can that relieve the growing hole that's been eating up your chest? You find it hard to believe that they'll let it slide.

Your thoughts were consuming your mind, loud inner voices filling your ears, tears blurring your sight, hands trembling, and knuckles turning white. You didn't even notice your door open.

"MC."

You audibly gasped out loud and refused to look. You were a mess and you'd let the Lucifer see you like this? How embarrassing.

He didn't mind though. He grabbed your shoulder to face him. Seeing his face just made you break. More tears left your eyes, your cries became audible and you repeated your apology over and over again, hoping that Lucifer would forgive you.

Of course he will. You're his little lamb. How could he ever stay mad at this kid? He adores you very much. He'd kill for your happiness. He hugged you tightly and assured you it was alright. He knows he's right and you were wrong. But that's alright. You're his favourite little thing in all three realms.

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You just returned to the human world, laying in your room to do your dailies for a new game. For more than a year now and the demon brothers couldn't help but miss you. Missing every part of you. It's killing them not knowing how you have been doing since transmission signals between the human realm and Devildom were blocked by an unknown force, leading to no contact with them. Your presence has always been felt by the brothers even if you weren't next to them anymore.

They always leave a space in the dining hall when they gather together, they don't dare to remove the chair you used to sit on. Not a day in the house of lamentation where you are not mentioned. They could talk all day long about you and not be bored, because you are very special in their demon hearts and nothing will ever change that.

Mammon barely has time decluttering his room since keeps the gifts you give him and places them around where he can see them, to be reminded by you. His D.D.D has the matching cute zombie keychain you both got from the amusement park. He tries to distract himself with gambling, only to remember you when he goes to bed after a long day.

As for Leviathan, he maintains the saved game files that you played. He sometimes revisits them, in a social simulation game you both played together, he also often stops by to either briefly check your frozen character or go to the environments you had been before with Levi in the game. This man sometimes yaps to Henry 2.0 about missing you, as his best friend, his idol and the person he loves.

The kitten you adopted with Satan already grew up. Not a day goes by, he missed hearing your voice through the books you read for him. When asked in an essay about sentiments, he doesn't hesitate to form sentences that describe your personality and beautiful smile. Sometimes, touching his shoulder to feel the ghost of your touch, where you used to rub and comfort him after an outburst of anger besides the pact.

Just like Satan, Asmodeus missed how your skins come in contact when he clings to you. Keeping the lip balm you left in your desk in RAD. He doesn't use it so it won't get empty and it's placed in his makeup collection like a treasure and now purchases the beauty brands you mentioned to him before, including wearing perfumes, reminiscent of your scent. Most of his new clothes have your favorite colors.

Beelzebub, definitely, talks to his food about you that he wishes you were next to him feeding him. It didn't matter to him whether you were a good cook or terrible at it. To him, your lips were the most blissful taste of love. On rare occasions, he bakes or cooks the food you had mentioned before. The ones he finds to his liking. Although the results weren't always perfection but thinking of you by consuming those edibles made it worth the struggle.

Belphegor's sin makes an exception about you by maintaining the attic room tidy where you used to hangout with him along with Beel. Since it had been a year, he only finished half of the scrapbook with your pictures printed out and some silly sketches of you he had drawn.

Filling the hard papers with stars, planets, sun, a space theme because you are his universe, also their universe. Satan was in charge of writing the poems in it. Every now and then, he sleeps on the pillow you gave him, or hugs it. Whenever the sky is full of those bright objects in the sky, he wishes on multiple shooting stars for your return.

However, Lucifer doesn't say it out loud or to anyone how much he wants you back. But when Diavolo asks about it, his mood changes into something sentimental and he'll hang his head low. For you, he'll lay his pride down to admit he misses you. You are that too precious to be denied. Sometimes, he works overtime at his desk to distract himself only later to stare at his wallpaper with you in it, or the frame next to the table. If given a chance, he'd move worlds to get to you, that is if he was powerful enough.

A few years passed from the lack of keep up, you find yourself in the comfort of a game where the men are showcased in 3D and real time combat with them. It's so much fun and amazing. Logging in your account to collect cards and banners from your new love interests. There were almost no things that helped you remember the seven demon brothers.

You are far too deep with your new love interests. New love interests, new locations, new personalities, it was all different from the Devildom. The love interests love you too, but tame and because you are their reincarnated love interest. They're very interactive and the spicy cards have you in a chokehold along with the bickerings. They're perfect beings.

Yet nothing will ever compare to the intensity of your first love. The seven avatars of sin, are far from perfect compared to your new fixations, yet you taught them love and it was okay to be themselves. You also learned from them.

Because of you, they are in a happier place, yet haunted by the memories of you.

They never know what's happening with you anymore. But the demon brothers, together, they'll keep waiting for you to return one day, even if you already moved on, busy leveling up affinities with the new love interests and somewhat forgotten outlines of the brothers' smiles.

a/n; so this is waking up and choosing violence? definitely not targeting old players who moved on to the other game xq

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saying “i want him” about the character but not in a romantic or sexual way . i just Require him i need to Obtain him

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Humans have this thing called "cuteness aggression". Humans experiencing cuteness aggression may feel the urge to bite, pinch, squeeze, or even crush something cute, but it's not a genuine desire to cause harm.

That was what the human was feeling right now. They sat still on Asmo's bed while watching him get ready for their hang out. They watched how Asmo was humming a tune of the new hit song from an idol in Devildom. He looked so happy and content while putting on some eye make-up.

The human stood up from his bed and walked towards him with a blank face. 'Asmo's so cute...he looks like a bunny', the human thought.

Asmo watched the human walk towards him through the mirror. "Hm?~ I wonder what my little lamb needs?~" He hummed in a cheery tone.

The human stared at how soft his cheeks looked. They were like steamed buns with a blush of pink. In another comparison, like a bunny.

They leaned down to his shoulders and bit it gently.

...

Asmo blinked and gasped in surprise from the sudden movement of the human. "...dear, what are you doing?" He asked.

They mumbled an apology before placing their hands on his shoulders. "You looked so cute that I wanted to bite your cheeks...but you'll get mad if I ruined your makeup..."

Asmo's brush was dropped to his desk and he turned around to face the human slowly. "Hm..I think you spend too much time with Beel..." He nagged and stood up.

With a smile, he wrapped his arms around the human and kissed their cheek. "But still~ I guess I could forgive you for biting my shoulder~ You called me cute after all!" He cheered. As Asmo was attacking them with kisses, they felt it again. The cuteness aggression. With a swift of a second, they wrapped their arms around his waist and hugged him as tight as they could.

Asmo's giggles filled the room. "Dear, you're very affectionate right now. I wonder why?~" He whispered through their ear before cupping their face.

"...you're too cute Asmo, makes me want to eat you"

Asmo's smile turned into a playful smirk. "Now that's not what you want to tell the Avatar of Lust if you want to keep your clothes on!" He chuckled and gave the human a kiss on the forehead.

After half an hour of literally just being in each other's arms, they finally decided it was time to leave and went to the jewelry store just like what they had originally planned for today.

The human was squeezing and pinching and attacking Asmo with kisses every now and then the whole day. Needless to say, Asmo was very happy. So was the human, of course.

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"...and suddenly they bit my shoulder! It's not like it hurt or anything, it was just so random..." Asmo threw his arms up in the air as he was telling the tale to Solomon.

The sorcerer chuckled and flipped a page from his book. "I think they got cuteness aggression, Asmo" He could relate to his fellow human in a way. Asmo was just one hell of an adorable demon as far as he has known the Avatar of Lust.

The lust demon looked at him confused. "Cuteness...what?" He furrowed his eyebrows and leaned closer to the table to get closer to Solomon. "Is that some kind of illness?"

Solomon shook his head with a smile and closed his book, his attention now full on the demon in front of him. "Cute aggression is a psychological phenomenon where humans experience the urge to squeeze, bite, or pinch something perceived as cute, not with the intention to harm, but as a way to cope with overwhelming positive emotions." He explained thoroughly. The demon looked at him in awe.

"Humans do that? That's so cute!~" He exclaimed. Solomon watched the demon ramble about how cute humans are and their behaviours. The sorcerer couldn't stop himself, after all, he is a human too.

He grabbed Asmo's hand and squeezed it before placing a kiss on top of his hand. Asmo stopped rambling and looked at the sorcerer in shock and excitement. "...Is this also a cuteness aggression you talk about?"

Solomon chuckled and gave him another squeeze before letting go of his hand. "Perhaps."

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MC: What's wrong with us?

Solomon: So much, my dear

Solomon: But at least we're hilarious

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Lucifer: what is wrong with you?

MC: a lot.

MC: but at least I’m funny

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mams gets asked to do a Valentine’s Day photo shoot, which he is more than happy to do,(cuz money) however he REFUSES to shoot with literally any of the other models, the idea of even pretending to be all snuggly with someone else, for pictures that everyone and their mothers will see makes him almost irrationally upset. until eventually his manager is like “omfg fine who do you WANT to shoot with?” And he immediately says that he wants mc. of course it takes a lot of convincing, after all he is asking to have a human be on the front cover of magazines and such. However once someone brings up the fact that they’ll have a natural chemistry that will translate well to the photos, everyone’s down for it in a heart beat.

so, if mammon is successful in convincing mc to come and do the photoshoot, the two will be seeing their faces in store windows and on multiple Valentine’s Day advertisements for strawberry scented perfumes and dumb stuff like that

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THE MYTH OF NARCISSUS

contents: asmodeus x gn! reader, sfw, fluff

"Do you know the myth of Narcissus?" you ask Asmodeus one day as you sit behind him on his bed, watching him do his makeup by his vanity. He looks at you through the mirror and raises a brow.

"No, tell me," he says, and you shrug, playing with your hands in your lap.

"Narcissus was a hunter who one day saw his reflection in a lake and fell in love with himself." Asmodeus hums.

"Sounds like a reasonable guy," he states, and you roll your eyes.

"In some myths, he attempts to kiss himself and falls into the lake and drowns; in others, he stares at himself until he dies," you tell, and Asmodeus frowns.

"What a depressing story," he declares, and you nod.

Asmodeus stops putting on his makeup momentarily and glares at you through the mirror. He opens his mouth and then closes it again.

"Why are you thinking of Narcissus right now?" he asks suspiciously, and you shrug, giving him a teasing smile.

"No reason," you say, and Asmodeus puts his eyeliner on the table.

"Oh, you little—" he laughs and walks over to you, pinching both of your cheeks at the same time.

"If you weren't so cute, I'd eat you," he states, and you wince, removing his fingers from your face. "And not in the good way," he adds, making your face feel warm.

"Asmo!" you exclaim and push him away. "Don't just say stuff like that!" you say, hiding your face in his pink sheets, which match your cheeks perfectly. Asmodeus giggles at how easy it is to fluster you and returns to his seat by his vanity.

"Relax, honey," he chuckles, grabbing his eyeliner again.

"I won't do anything unless you ask me to," he adds, and you're pretty sure your ears have turned crimson by now.

You peek out from his sheets and glance at him, and Asmodeus smiles fondly. "It's fun making you flustered," he says, and you hide your face once again. He might find it fun, but you certainly don't enjoy it as much.

You fall into a comfortable silence as Asmodeus finishes his makeup, and you watch, quietly collecting yourself. "You look nice," you say once he's finished. Asmodeus smiles.

"I look sexy, don't I?" he asks, and you shake your head.

"No, you look—" you trail off as you tilt your head to the side. "You look beautiful," you finish, finding the right words. Asmodeus feels his flirty words get caught in his throat as he sees the look in your eyes, all twinkle and adoration.

He coughs and fans himself with his hand, trying to figure out why his cheeks feel so hot all of a sudden. "Well, of course, I do," he says, his voice slightly pitched. He fixes himself one final time before getting out of his chair and sending you a sheepish smile. "We should probably get going," he says, and you get off his bed, grabbing his hand. As you pull him out of his room, the touch of your hand is warm and quite unlike anything he's ever felt before.

thank you for reading!

divider by enchanthings

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Thinking about how Mammon said if MC turned evil he’d follow them

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Most of the time, MC views their friends and lovers as normal civilians, just people trying to get by. But, of course, there are times where they can't help but remember that they're the elites of the elites.

Lucifer's red eyes are glowing through the shadow casted by the dark alley where a low-level demon thought it would be nice to stand in his path, "Huh?" He mumbled to himself then scoffed "Huh." they sounded the same to you, but the way he looked down at the demon, it surely is different treatment from how he is to you.

It's insane how much Mammon treats other people. Sure, you've come with him to play in the casino before, but this is your first time entering a... Private room. And surely, this is your first time seeing someone, Mammon, go crazy while playing Russian roulette. His beautiful laugh boomed inside the room as his opponent is about to pull the trigger, the suicide shot. "Haaah, shit! This is the type of shit I live for!" He laughed as he nuzzled on your neck while waiting for his opponents brain to scatter on the wall.

You thought Leviathan is just an extreme case of introvertness, but obviously—it's not just that. "Yeah, yeah..." He mumbled, bored, as countless nobles came to greet the head of the navy. But there was this one interesting occurance, a noble that held his hand. Sure his composure was commendable but as soon as the noble turned its back, his hand covered his mouth and you saw a glimpse of him stick his tongue out as if vomiting. Your eyes widened. Soon, maids started hurrying to his side, changing his gloves and spraying his hands with alcohol. "Opportunistic pigs... I hate greed demons." You heard him whisper, obviously not intending for you to hear.

Satan was the type to stay calm and often as a gentleman, maybe to you only. During one meeting between some nobles though, he looked particularly mad. "You sure have a lot to say." He suddenly gave off a threatening smile as he fix his position on the seat, then all of a sudden—splat. That disgusting sound rang on your ears as the head of the noble was blown away and then you saw a familiar tail coming from under the table that pierced the nobles head strong enough for it to blow away.

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Masterlist

Mc feels shitty

Satan's curse

Cuteness Aggression

Distress

They'll all probably be obey me! related (i love them sm) pls ask me about them I'm dying here i love my boys so much so sosososoososososososoosososos much 😔🙏💓

Last update: 05/04/25

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A Humanistic Fascination

pairing: human!mammon/demon!gn!mc

word count: 3.6k

summary: After your sister Lilith died, you wondered what attracted her to humans in the first place. Your answer comes in the form of a white-haired human named Mammon.

a/n: well this was fun! I kind of want to turn this into a series where mammon is the human selected for the exchange program, but I’m not sure if anyone would be interested. Just let me know; I’m friendly, I don’t bite!! :)

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Most of the time, MC views their friends and lovers as normal civilians, just people trying to get by. But, of course, there are times where they can't help but remember that they're the elites of the elites.

Lucifer's red eyes are glowing through the shadow casted by the dark alley where a low-level demon thought it would be nice to stand in his path, "Huh?" He mumbled to himself then scoffed "Huh." they sounded the same to you, but the way he looked down at the demon, it surely is different treatment from how he is to you.

It's insane how much Mammon treats other people. Sure, you've come with him to play in the casino before, but this is your first time entering a... Private room. And surely, this is your first time seeing someone, Mammon, go crazy while playing Russian roulette. His beautiful laugh boomed inside the room as his opponent is about to pull the trigger, the suicide shot. "Haaah, shit! This is the type of shit I live for!" He laughed as he nuzzled on your neck while waiting for his opponents brain to scatter on the wall.

You thought Leviathan is just an extreme case of introvertness, but obviously—it's not just that. "Yeah, yeah..." He mumbled, bored, as countless nobles came to greet the head of the navy. But there was this one interesting occurance, a noble that held his hand. Sure his composure was commendable but as soon as the noble turned its back, his hand covered his mouth and you saw a glimpse of him stick his tongue out as if vomiting. Your eyes widened. Soon, maids started hurrying to his side, changing his gloves and spraying his hands with alcohol. "Opportunistic pigs... I hate greed demons." You heard him whisper, obviously not intending for you to hear.

Satan was the type to stay calm and often as a gentleman, maybe to you only. During one meeting between some nobles though, he looked particularly mad. "You sure have a lot to say." He suddenly gave off a threatening smile as he fix his position on the seat, then all of a sudden—splat. That disgusting sound rang on your ears as the head of the noble was blown away and then you saw a familiar tail coming from under the table that pierced the nobles head strong enough for it to blow away.