#♡.OM!

[hopeluna]

| 18+

I don't normally brain rot for Levi but just imagine him being the complete opposite of his quiet personality in bed.

As much as I love the idea of him whimpering for me, just imagine Levi going down on you and be absolutely pussy whipped that he just ignores your whines for him thats its too much. He's not that experienced but he eats you out like a desperate, starved man who only needs you.

You stop trying to push him away when he growls against your cunt to "just fuckin take it", before he's diving right in, his chin covered in your slick, tongue cramping from how long he's been at licking your core. You glance down just to see him straining through his pants, moving his hips just to get any friction. His eyes roll back when your taste fills his mouth for the fifth time tonight.

You think he's finally going to give you a break when you feel Levi's tongue dipping right into your cunt again.

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[wishluc]

Hello hello, may i request for yandere Diavolo OM where hes tightly hugging darling because he's afraid that they'll disappear? You feel his hands all over you body and he whispers how much he loves you while slowly crushing you body (accidentally)

✧ CW: yandere character, non-consensual hugging, non-consensual kissing, power imbalance in relationship

✧ PAIRING: Diavolo x GN! reader

You can't say no to Lord Diavolo.

He's always been kind to you, greeting you warmly, and offering to help make your stay more comfortable, but you've never realized just how hard it is to turn him down. You've become comfortable with agreeing with him, because all he ever asked of you before was if you'd like to show him around your hometown in the human world or if you'd like to join him for tea, or if you'd stay for a weekend in his place (and even then, he said it as though he wanted you to have a break from the chaos in the House of Lamentation and not for the real reason—that he wanted to monopolize your attention, if only for a few days).

But he's never been so...upfront about such an odd request. So when he called you to his office and abruptly wrapped his arms around you, you were at a loss for words. This was unfamiliar; Diavolo's affection had never gone past an occasional pat on the back and a warm smile. And he just doesn't let go.

He sighs against the top of your head and calls out your name softly, so only you could hear—like an intimate whisper, "why don't you stay here a little while longer?"

How did he expect you to respond when he had you in such a position? Your head was almost tucked into him, and your arms painfully stiff by your sides, caged by his own bigger ones. He didn't seem bothered by how rigid and inflexible you were, and not even by your lack of response, content with being able to hold you so close.

Any words you would have said would have been too muffled for him to hear, but you were already frozen in place, your mind racing and your head spinning. Could you deny him?

"Don't worry about the legalities of it all," he continues, "I could just as easily keep you in here with me if there's anything stopping my appeal. To be honest, I'd much rather it be that way—the brothers have had too much time with you since you've come here, and I don't want them taking any more."

A hand around you moves a little lower, and you're unable to breathe yet again. Sweat trails down your front as Diavolo brings you in even closer (if that was even possible). Where was this coming from?

Suddenly, he laughs, not the usually boisterous sound you're familiar with, but softer, and goes to place a soft kiss on your head, fondness clouding his voice, "I don't dislike them for all their antics, but I don't know if any of them know just how much I like you. It frustrates me endlessly to see them constantly all over you, smothering you, right in front of me. And if you were unaware, I hope I made things clear now. I love you."

Just when you thought things couldn't get worse, with a firm arm tightening its hold around you with the hand stroking your side, another finding purchase on the small of your back, and your body almost melting into his, he just had to drop a confession on you. A confession from the future king of the Devildom, the man who was overlooking your stay here, and the only one with the power to send you home—not that it seemed he wanted to anymore. Could you be honest with him? Could you tell him that you didn't feel the same and that you wanted to go home once it was all over?

Could you risk upsetting the man who was being so vulnerable with you right now? Especially when you were well aware of exactly what he didn't want to hear from you.

"I wanted to make this more romantic," he confessed, the hand at your back simultaneously rubbing circles and pressing you down into him, "I had it all planned out, but you'll be leaving in a week. I don't want you to go and leave me," the whisper of your name is heart-achingly tender, "I truly love you. More than you could imagine. More than I should. Won't you consider staying with me? I promise to keep you happy, even down here in the Devildom."

"If you miss the morning light of the human world, I'll find a way to bring it to you. If you want to meet your friends there, I'll take you myself. All I ask of you is to stay with me a little longer." The unspoken condition registers itself to you all the same—to reciprocate his love.

Your breathing stills for a moment when his grip suddenly tightens and he buries his face into your hair, kissing you over and over. It's almost too tight, but with his strength and size, any attempt at fighting back would have gone unnoticed. All you can do is wait for him to let go.

Just as you start feeling lightheaded, he pulls away and instead caresses your cheek with his hand, beaming down at you with that achingly familiar smile you had always trusted before swiftly pressing his lips onto yours. It was almost innocent, a quick peck—but you knew this was only him testing the waters.

"I'm so happy. I love you," he echoes the words again, though they no longer have an effect on you. The tips of your fingers and your tongue feels numb, and your head is heavy with sorrow. It doesn't escape you that you've yet to respond to any of his words or actions, that he doesn't care about how you feel. All of this was merely an illusion of you having a choice.

How did things turn out this way?

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[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Diavolo - "Sit In"

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In which a certain prince of the Devildom is once again swamped with work, but luckily his little human lover has come to his rescue. Or; In which Prince Diavolo has his darling boyfriend [Name] warm his lap while he slaves away on his paperwork.

                                                                                                   

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The maroon-haired demon prince sighs gloomily as he slumps against his document-cluttered desk. He had been working for what felt like an eternity. Truthfully, it had only really been an hour or two, but it felt like he had been sitting there forever; it was just so boring! He could be hanging out with his boyfriend right now, doing whatever it is that his cute little human felt like doing; but no Barbatos made him work.

“Ugh…”  

Diavolo groans; fidgeting with the fountain pen in his hands as he repeatedly taps on the desk; unknowingly creating a small pool of ink.

The poor demon desperately wants to leave the hellscape he's found himself in, but when he lifts his head to look at his butler, the man only smiles and shakes his head; gesturing with his hands to continue his work.

Abruptly; a knock sounded from behind the door. Diavolo shot upright in his chair; a relieved grin stretching across his lips. The door opens to reveal the very person he was just daydreaming about; his darling human lover: [Name].

The human boy peeks his head out from the partially opened door and looks from the seated demon to the butler who stands off to the side and back again. He raises a brow,–

“Oh. Are you busy right now, Dia?”  

The h/c-ette queries softly; ready to get out of the busy man's hair as soon as he's told to.

Barbatos eyes his lord in suspicion, knowing the prince will drop whatever he's doing without a thought if it means he can attend to his lover's needs. The black-to-teal-haired man clears his throat; garnering the attention of the intruding Human Male.

“Unfortunately; his majesty is very bus—”  

The poor steward was quickly cut off by his lord.

“Not at all! Well— actually I do have a few more papers to sign, but those can be done later! Now, what can I do for you, my treasure?”  

Diavolo interrupts; giving his darling a dazzling boyish grin as he does so.

[Name] giggles at the prince's antics; giving the butler an apologetic smile before entering the room and gently closing the door behind him. Traipsing quickly over to the burly demon's desk; the human happily simpered. He carefully planted his hands on the desktop, fingers splayed, as he leaned forward just a bit.

“Are you sure you're not busy? I wouldn't want to keep you from your work. You know if you finish everything now, you'll have more free time later.”  

The maroon-haired man chuckled at their concern; finding it cute that his little mortal lover was concerned about him. He scoots his chair back and away from his desk before patting his lap a few times, gesturing for them to have a seat. They, of course, comply; unceremoniously plopping their bottom onto the tops of his thick muscled thighs.

The demon wraps his arm around their waist; picking up his discarded pen and beginning to fill out the previously neglected paperwork. He chuckles softly as he feels you snuggle your head into his chest; leading him to give a gentle but affectionate squeeze to their soft thigh.

Diavolo lets out a pleased sigh; perhaps he should have you sit in his office while he works more often. Surely Barbatos wouldn't disagree, right?

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[l3viat8an]

Nsfw content MDNI

My brain is absolutely empty, dead not a thought in it!!! But overstimulating Levi~!!!! It’s late so this probably has typos sorry!!!

Just imagine!!! Teasing his cock endlessly while he tries to play games.

Maybe letting him cum once or twice and acting like you’re done only to go right back to sucking his cock ♡

Anything from teasing kitten licks to deepthroating him and bobbing your head up and down as fast as you can.

Hearing his fucked out whines and pleas "F-fuck, M-MC….. please I- I can’t n-no…n-not again!!"

Games long forgotten in the background with one of his hands in your hair, it tightened a little and he almost pulled you away before actually pushing your mouth down a little further onto his cock.

Gasping when he hits the back of your throat, which causes your throat to tighten around his sensitive cock~

Levi’s other hand moving to cover his mouth and you have to glare up at him and pinch his thigh so he doesn’t hide his moans from you.

When he removes his hand again you ‘reward him’ pulling off of his cock with a wet pop sound and running your tongue over the few prominent veins, before your mouth is back around his cock.

Levi’s hips buck up into your mouth, when you do and he gasps out “Gah!! S-stop-mccc-I’m-ahh-clo-close!!!" but now his hips won’t stop!! His own body betraying him as you speed up your movements, moving your head up and down along his twitching cock.

Soon enough Levi’s whole body tenses up and his warm cum shoots down your throat.

You let out your own soft moan as you swallow his cum and pull away from his cock.

Levi’s looks practically boneless, slumped in his chair as he looks down at you.

He starts to open his mouth as if to say something just as you hard moves again, wrapped around his very sensitive cock ‘n stroking it slowly~

His voice cuts into a high pitched whine, "N-no more pl-please!!” he cried out while wrapping his hands around your wrist, but he doesn’t actually stop you. Instead his eyes locked with yours-

"Come on Leviiii~ just one more~?” you half whine tease and really how could he ever say no to you?

[paradivis]

THIS FUCKING SENT ME 😭😭😭

[demonvibez]

Hmmm another character I think would be fun to write for a soft fluffy shower scenario would be Beel, Mammon or Levi!!!

I imagine Beel's quite happy and delighted when he gets to pat you down with a towel and occasionally eat the toothpaste when it's time to get ready for bed, which is cute and soft!!! He's just a fluffy man!!! He wants to be drowned in that domestic love for sure!!! He likes ruffling your hair down with a towel and drying you off in his lap after a nice hot shower.

I can imagine he's too big and bulky to move efficiently out of the way of the showerhead so usually the water cascades all over him and barely on you. But don't worry!!! He'll just rub all the water on him back onto you when he's got you against the wall.

Mammon would be interesting because he's super bashful but he doesn't turn his nose up at the chance to bathe with MC, he's a lil nervous and doesn't exactly know where to glue his eyes or where to rub you down with bodywash because he keeps getting distracted by how pretty and sweet MC looks like this, but he's got the right spirit!

Eventually I imagine he gets quite comfortable rubbing MC down with soap while humming to himself, he seems so blissful he keeps lathering more soap onto you no matter how many times he's already done it. He just likes being able to touch you and be there with you, he likes when you let him take care of you and of course he loves it when you wash his hair out with him! I imagine he loves a mixture of baths and showers.

Levi's also quite sweet because I can imagine he's so shy! Poor guy doesn't know what to do in such a scenario!!! He wants to enjoy this intimate moment with MC in the bath so bad but he's so fidgety and blushy he can barely put his hands on you without overthinking it. He lets you wash his back even when he squirms around from the touch, the water swirls everywhere and eventually he's the one sitting between your legs so he can hide away that blush on his cheeks.

It stays that way regardless of how much time has passed, he's always thankful to have such an angel taking care of him in such a vulnerable state :,,,((( Eventually I'd say he becomes quite cozy staring at you! His eyes always linger in places they shouldn't and his cheeks erupt into fire when he figures out that MC does not at all mind when he lets his eyes and mind wander.

Wawawawa I like the boys :,|

An honourable mention I'd say would be interesting to write for is Solomon!

His pact marks are everywhere and he likes when MC scrubs down his marks in exchange for your's. When he smoothes his hands over the marks on your skin with soap he feels strangely calm, he likes how when it's just skin to skin, the both of you aren't so different afterall. Stripped down to the barest parts of you, MC is almost like him. Human! With the help of a few demons.

Oooo, all of these are definitely worthy contenders! I definitely wanna write the full versions w/ allllll of them, and have some pretty devious ideas about each. Your honorable mention of Solomon has inspired quite a few ideas that I'll have to keep in mind 😈

Until then, love what you wrote above, so I put my lil reply/spin below. ♡ I left out Solomon because he's just gonna have to join the party later!

Edit: am realizing I may not have put as much softness into parts of this but, oh well, enjoy!

warning: no real smut but it's quite suggestive (minors dni)

I definitely see Beelzebub being nervous at first, seeing as he is so damn polite when it comes to how you feel, whether it's about consent or the breakfast menu. He might fumble about the shower the first go round, which you both still enjoyed quite a bit, but the second time he is ready with a plan. He'll tell you to step into the shower first, the water cascading over you and onto him as he hands you the soap with that innocent smile of his. Time to rub down all of those muscles with your tiny little human hands. A blush creeps across his face as you look up at him with a devious smirk, gently pushing him down to the shower floor so that you can finally climb him and have your way with him . . .

Always the greedy demon, Mammon would never miss the chance to bathe with you. The greedy part of him just wants to take you, to feel every part of you while you share the shower together - to make you feel as good as you make him feel. Sometimes he has to remind himself that you're both here for a reason, 'gotta get clean n get ta breakfast before Lucifer kicks both our asses!' and you both fall into the routine of helping each other scrub. Sometimes, on a day where you both have nowhere to be, you find yourself in a bath together. Mammon suddenly pulls you into his lap, his grip on you firm and the golden glint of greed in his eyes. He has you all to himself today, and he will not be holding back . . .

Bathing with Leviathan is a double edged sword - when it comes to being in water, he is in his natural element. Demon form or not, he loves water and it's his safe space. On the other hand, Leviathan is not only very shy, but also self loathing. It isn't until you come along that everything starts to change. It takes some time for Levi to bathe with you - even the idea initially had him shut into his room for three days. But who else but you, his Henry, could help him break out of his shell?! And after a few attempts, here the two of you were. Eyes wide and cheeks painted with blush, Levi was lathering up your shoulders when he heard you giggle. He noticed that his tail had wrapped around your leg, and was snaking it's way upwards. Mortified, he began to stammer when you placed your hand on his tail and assured him that you like it. Emboldened with a small wind of confidence, he let his tail continue on, wondering what else it can do that you like . . .

[4izawas]

Hello! How about kitty Aizawa humping your pillow >_<

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw | 𝐰/𝐜: 1.08k | 𝐜𝐰: pillow humping, hybrids, prev established relationship.

closing the door behind yourself, you toss your keys into the table in the foyer and stretch with a groan. god, you hated in-building workdays — and you’d had them every day this week and more than half of last week too. you could only grumpily be grateful that you’d been able to get off earlier today.

“shouta, i’m home!” you call quietly, receiving no response.

unbothered, you toe off your shoes and gently nudge them into a half-neat position along the wall before you step further into your home and shed your suit jacket as well, tossing it on the back of a chair at the kitchen table as you scrunch your toes up at the feeling of the cold tile beneath your feet. glancing at the counter, you sigh in relief upon realizing that shouta had forgotten to set out the frozen chicken like you’d asked before you’d left; normally you’d be a little upset, but you really didn’t feel like cooking tonight, so this was a blessing in disguise that meant you could just order in and throw your feet up. 

pulling out your phone, you type in a quick order to shouta’s favorite fast food place and then throw it onto the couch with a sigh, turning on the tv after and lazily flicking through the channels before stopping on the nature channel with a sigh.

maybe netflix would have something more interesting?

a sharp cry from your bedroom has you muting the tv and freezing to listen, your heart racing nervously; was shouta hurt? was that why he’d not answered you? god, what if someone had broken in and hurt him?! there weren’t any signs of a break in, and shouta was very much able to defend himself, but god you’d been gone so long-!

a cry of your name has you rushing to the bedroom, reaching it in record time. you open the door with wide eyes and a worried heart, but your question to shouta dies on your lips as you see what your cat hybrid is actually up to. 

“m-more, more, more~!” he gasps, what looks like tears sparkling in the corners of his good eye as he thrusts sharply against the soft cotton pillowcase with his mouth agape and a line of drool threatening to run down his chin; the fangs in his mouth glinted sharply in the soft  light coming through the cloth of the curtains as the fluffy pillow you used every night was clenched tightly between his muscular thighs. “fuck — fu-uck, please!” 

your jaw drops a little in surprise as you stand in the doorway and watch, unable to do anything else as a coil of heat begins building in your lower belly at the sight of shouta this way, his bare cock dragging across the cloth aggressively and leaving dark wet spots behind as he whines and moans from the feeling that, according to what he was groaning, wasn’t enough. “please, please — yes, more!” he moans lowly, the last word long and drawn out as his thrusts get more and more messy and his tail whipping and writhing behind him. shifting slightly on your feet and clenching your own thighs together, you keep watching without hesitation as your heart begins to beat faster for an entirely different reason. .

so this is why the sheets have been washed every afternoon before i get home, you think, watching the way the tip of his thick length runs along the seam of your pillow, clearly feeling good enough for him to throw his head back over before hastily folding the pillow without looking and shoving his cock into the place he’d made for himself in it and resuming the manic thrusts that only get messier and messier. a longer, low cry coupled with a swift stuttering of his hips is warning enough that he’s about to cum, and you watch with lust-darkened eyes as he keens loudly and curls around the pillow, humping it aggressively while letting out shaky moans and cries. “yes, yes, yes — fuck, please, so good-!” he whimpers, his body shaking, and as he slowly relaxes into the bed with his tail swishing pleasantly from side to side you finally decide to let your presence be known. 

“what a show,” you say softly, and he jumps to look at where you were standing, his one dark eye wide and shocked. obviously he’d not heard you come in, too wrapped up in his previous activity, and considering you lived here he couldn’t exactly go by your scent entering the house — especially not in your own bedroom. 

“i — how — when did-?!” he stutters, his cheeks pinkening as he stares at you from the bed, and you laugh softly as you slowly approach. 

“a lot of it, shou’,” you murmur, voice fond and hot, and his ears flick back in embarrassment as he turns away from you. you just laugh again and sit next to him on the bed before cupping his head in your hands and drawing him close so his head rests on your chest; his skin is warm and his hair is messy, and you find yourself combing out the knots with your fingers as you tease him. “have i left you alone too long, baby? were you so bored and needy here without me?” you ask, playfully mocking him, and he groans and turns to bury his face in your chest. “aww, you just wanted my attention on you and not work, huh-?”

“stop making fun of me,” he mumbles into you, “you’re so fuckin’ mean t’me,” and you laugh softly and cradle him close.

“shhh, it’s all in good fun, baby,” you promise lowly before flipping the two of you so you’re straddling his bare body, his eyes wide beneath you as he looks up at where you were grinning playfully. your eyes twinkle as you say, “i ordered dinner. a few minutes ago and i’m off work until the twenty-seventh — how about you fuck me better than you’ve been fucking my pillow so you can actually be satisfied?”

he grins up at you and throws his arms around you, flipping you both again as he begins to tug at your clothes while growling into your mouth then against your skin as he begins nipping his way down your neck. 

“i’m guessing that’s a yes,” you gasp softly, crying out as he bites at your now bared nipple. 

“yes,” he growls, then starts nipping again. “now quiet; gotta fuck you better, don’t i?”

[crybaby-writings]

MDNI - 18+

thinking of beelzebub's big hands pushing my thighs up against my chest as he breeds me full of his cum, growling and gnashing his fangs as he bruises my skin

[kiskisur]

Hey hey brochacho bromeo brotito i saw ur post so i arrive with a request

I was just thinkin..

Ha ha.. mybe..

Dom bottom reader x mammon from obey me?

Maybe.

Couldnt find any of ur obey me writings yet so i thought i'd slide my own card in through the door slor

ᝰ.ᐟ I get drunk pretend that I'm over

+ Just realized how unspecific that request was. Hard to go off of anything there mb mb;

Always been pulling my hair abt the lack of sugar bby mammon fics if it works as any idea 👁️

warnings: NSFW dom!bottom male reader x sub!top mammon, sugar baby!mammon and sugar daddy!reader, praise kink, mammon being subby it's cute fr, no pronouns mentioned but reader is a male so.., mammon is possessive and wants you to himself.

note: OMG FINALLY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING THIS? #+_! -__; I don't know how to write NSFW so apologies 😭

slurping and panting filled mammon's room, his hand covering his mouth in an attempt to stifle his moans while the other gripped on your hair for dear life.

"hngh- [Name]..! shit, aAh~ your mouth i-is so gOod~!" he kept babbling praises, whining and moaning as his hips started to move by themselves.

you placed your hand on his stomach and pushed him back down the bed, keeping him in place as your head bobbed up and down.

Your tongue, hot and skilled, traced teasing patterns along mammon's length, eliciting a symphony of gasps and whines from him. Your lips formed an exquisite seal around him as you took him deeper into your mouth, your movements guided by a primal instinct.

"w-wait, 'm gonna c-cum! yes, y-yes just like that! keep suck- uGh~! suckin'..!" *a familiar knot tightened in his stomach, his hips starting to fuck your mouth out of desperation but before he could reach his climax you pulled away.

"n-nghh?!— what the h-hell!?" *he looked down at you with frustration and confusion, panting heavily at the interruption as he squirmed.

"I don't want you cumming yet, hun." You got up from your knees, sitting down on his lap as you swiftly removed your shorts, revealing your hard length as well as mammon's eyes sparkled with excitement

"ride me, please ride m-me make me feel good!" he was begging at this point, it was a rare sight of him pleading for you to take him.

you found it adorable so you gave him a chance, lifting your hips before positioning the tip of his cock in your entrance, a high-pitched whine escaping his lips when you took him fully.

his arms snaked around your waist, digging his nails in as he received a gasp from you, his hips thrusting upwards.

"so t-tight 'round my cock mm~ y-you feel so good! o-oh fuck yes!" he kept praising and thrusting into you while nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck as grunts and moans filled the room.

you tug his white hair, whining on top of him before clenching around his cock. "just like, mm!— that.. good boy, keep thrusting in m-me, yeah?" you whisper in his ear, your eyes rolling back when he kept ramming the tip of his cock on a new sensitive spot inside of you.

"s-so good, gonna fuck you hard and l-let my brothers know that only I, m-mammon, can make you feel good!" despite rutting like a dog in heat his prideful personality kept slipping every once in a while, it was cute and hot honestly.

"mine! o-only mine and mine alone!" *he growled, mammon's relentless thrusts continued, a symphony of moans and gasps filling the room as you gave in to the overwhelming pleasure.

he relished in the sight of you losing control, feeling your walls clenching and spasming around him. The chorus of your combined ecstasy pushed mammon to the edge, his own release nearing its peak.

"t-they think they can- ugh! j-just steal you away from me!? I was your f-first!" His grip on you tightened even further, almost possessive. And with a deep, guttural groan, mammon reached his climax.

He filled you with his warmth, your bodies trembling against each other as the final waves of pleasure washed over you. "m-mine.." he grumbled, looking up at your face which was full of tears because of the overwhelming pleasure that hit you.

suddenly something hard poked inside you again.

ᝰ.ᐟ self-destruct, show up like an idiot.

[melpherno]

blushing Archmage doesn't exist he can’t hurt you

blushing Archmage：

[wishluc]

yandere satan obey me? what sets him off?

✧ CW: yandere character, jealousy

✧ PAIRING: Satan x GN! reader

Satan doesn't want you to catch on to his feelings, especially since he knows you'll be terrified—and he'd rather die than see your face fill with disgust or fear at the sight of him. He's pretty good at being subtle about it, preferring to get closer to you by being a friend, or at least, one of your better dorm mates. He'll win you over because he doesn't believe you can be forced to love him, even if his patience is tested multiple times while doing so.

There are cracks in his facade, though, at times when you may be able to tell he likes you more than he lets on. For instance, when he coincidentally happens to have all your favorite books in his collection, even making sure to get the specific edition you have, with the same cover. If you ever have an opportunity to search his room, you might even find a list of curses and potions he'd like to use on you (featuring some familiar ones; the curse that overwhelms the target with desire, and the potion that turns the target into a cat). But that's only if Satan lets his guard down first, and you can ensure that by smothering him with affection (guaranteed to have him in a daze; the perfect opportunity to do some snooping).

He can be easy to please, though. With some genuine compliments and attention, Satan's over the moon. Satan dislikes when your attention is on anyone else; especially when it's on Mammon. You've always treated Mammon a little better than everyone else, maybe because he was your first pact, but it leaves a sour taste in Satan's mouth. How can he consider himself solid competition when he wasn't even close to being first? He's a little bitter when he sees anyone else initiating the shameless skinship he wishes he can do with you; when Asmo offers to hold you in the cold, when Belphie cuddles you close—but all Satan can do is offer you his coat and a pillow.

He tells himself that someday, he'll earn the casual comfort of holding you, and he'll deserve to hear the mesmerizing way you call his name more often. Until then, he'll do whatever it takes to get to that point.

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