DeceyX

Fem!reader x Yandere!Levi

Genre: Smut, angst & fluff

Word count: 1657

Funfacttt!! I wrote this for my best friend's birthday!!❤@floating-in-the-galaxy1❤ I posted this on my new A03 account. So if you want you could subscribe to me there >_<

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Part Two: You and Me, Always Forever

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She sank into a foamy bath. The warm water licked at her skin. Though she tried to relax, all she could think about was that night.

Y/N only groaned at the thought.

She felt nauseated whenever she recalled the disappointment on his face, the hurt.

Y/N chewed on her knuckles, worried that she might've wounded her relationship with Levi. He hadn't spoken to her in days.

I should've just told him how I felt.

I don't like feeling alone.

Most days, Y/N found herself darting glances at him during class and at home. Though, it was clear to her that he was avoiding her. She rubbed at her puffy eyes.

I would text him, but what would I say?

He thinks that I hate him.

After she got dressed, she plopped herself down onto the bed.

When her phone finally chirped, the text was short:Happy Birthday.

The text came from Levi. She felt her heart race at every text she read.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to avoid you.

You know that you're my happiness. Right?

I'll do anything you want.

Just tell me.

Her eyes glinted with surprise at his messages. A smile tugged at her lips. But it went as quickly as it came.

Could we talk?

That's how he ended up at her door past midnight. Levi knocked on the door and waited for her to answer.

She was surprised at how fast he came.

He ran one hand through his hair, further disheveling it. He wore his usual color-blocked black, white, and blue mock neck shirt with joggers.

This quietness was deafening.

Her hand fiddled with the hem of her shorts.

"Don't you want to come in?" She asked.

She shuffled back to her bed; sat down as he locked the door behind him.

"Were you about to sleep?"

"Nah." She gave a short smile, "You know you can sit beside me, right?" She patted the mattress beside her, and he sat down.

"I thought you'd be mad at me."

So, he thought I was mad at him?

She felt the urge to giggle. But before she knew it, Levi embraced her warmly. Startled, she wondered what was going on in his mind.

"Stay forever." He whispered.

She experienced a deep pang of guilt at his words. She knew she couldn't stay forever. He knew she couldn't. Even if he begged and pleaded more, it would be futile.

"If I could, I'd spend every second with you," she continued, "But I can't keep being selfish."

Without a doubt, she missed her friends and family.

"I don't think this is going to work." After thinking about it, she had to admit what was on her mind, "You and I, it's not working."

He was rendered speechless.

"Are you… Are you serious?"

Rubbing her hands down her face, she asked herself the same thing.

"I don't know," she frowned, "But have you thought about it, right?"

I don't mean it.

"Thought about what?"

"I don't have forever."

He realized what she meant. He didn't want to let her go regardless.

Because even though their time together was limited, he wanted to spend every dying second together.

"You think I don't know that!" Frustrated, he bit at his bottom lip.

She didn't answer him. She knew it wouldn't change anything now. He was stubborn either way.

He stared at her, just waiting to hear her voice.

But maybe this was the reason why she wanted to break up with me. I keep messing up. Why do I have to keep feeling this way?

It's all my fault.

"I'll do whatever it takes, so please…" he breathed.

"Stop being this way." She drew away from him.

"Why do you keep trying to run away from me?" He asked.

He tugged her back to him by her elbow, but her eyes never met his.

He held her chin and forced her to look at him.

She could see his desire for her so visibly etched on his face when she looked at him. It made her wonder where he'd hid it for so long.

"If it's what you want, I understand, but it's not what I want." Levi brushed his fingers over her cheek, "So, use me then."

Her breath hitched in her throat, surprised by what he was insinuating.

"W-what?"

If you're serious," he placed his hand on the small of her neck, "It's better than not having you."

"You're acting weird."

She was surprised at his statement that she felt her face burning.

He leaned in to brush her lips softly against his.

"I've always dreamt of what it'd feel like…" he cupped her cheek and pulled her into a kiss.

Paralyzed and confused, she didn't know what to do.

"Levi- " she squirmed.

But as if it were his instinct, he continued to deepen the kiss. The kiss shared between them was so warm and gentle. Yet Levi was consumed by his own selfish needs.

She trembled at the sudden feeling of his tongue as it trailed over her lips.

She began to feel her whole body flush as desire trickled into her. She kissed back.

"I don't understand…" her voice trailed away.

They melted into the kiss. Levi pulled her closer to him, her back arched in response. Her tongue ran over his lips, he moaned, squeezing the small of her back. They both massaged their tongues together, breathing each other's air.

He raked his nails through her hair as he pulled her head back. With his lips brushing her ears, he tugged on them with his teeth. She splayed her palms across his chest, trailing her arms down his body.

"Keep touching me like that." He breathed, "It makes my heart happy."

She lay back with a groan, her head pressed against her pillow. Anxiously, he laid himself on top of her.

Her hips rolled onto his pressed knee between her thighs.

Dipping his tongue into her collarbone, she bit back a moan, digging her nails into his back. She felt a shiver when they made eye contact.

She was dizzy for it.

His hands explored her. They fondled her breasts, pinching and twisting her erect nipples.

Her breath was coming in gasps.

He was studying her like the controls of a game. He wanted to know what made her squirm, to hear the sounds she made when he felt her.

He shoved his hands down her shorts. She closed her eyes as she let him do as he pleased. Fingers that were slow and gentle; slid to her mound and between her lips. Feeling the warm liquid pool between her.

Fully aroused by the situation, she let out another small moan. Levi teased her more as he dragged his fingers in circles, pressing them up and down over and over again. She began to enjoy his torture, even more, every squeeze she made, every moan, not even knowing it herself; she controlled his pace.

Sucking on her neck and pushed himself into her thigh. Slender fingers pressed shakily inside of her.

"You know what I realized?" He whispered, as two fingers turned into three, "You're more of a visual learner too. So, I'll just have to show you how much, "I adore you."

Even with them removing each other's clothes, she still wasn't sure what she wanted. But their need for each other ate at them hungrily. She couldn't stop even if she wanted.

She locked eyes with him as he parted her legs. Her eyes closed as he slid into her, her fists clenching the sheet.

Her arms came to wrap themselves around his neck. They tightened around him as her hips came up to meet him, drawing him more deeply inside of her.

She whimpered as he moved inside of her. Each stroke was painfully satisfying after the other.

She let him fill her again and again until all the empty places were gone.

He felt the way his touch transformed her. She was lost, but he could feel her finding her way back to him as she shattered beneath him. He heard it in her voice, the way she cried his name like a prayer. It was all he ever needed to feel, to remind himself why he'd never let her go.

She wrapped her legs around him. Holding her in place, he continued desperately thrusting his hips.

He looked down and saw her face pressed into her pillow, "Don't hide from me." He whined.

Her legs quivered around him as she felt herself going limp.

"Does this feel good, Y/N?" He teased.

He bit on her collarbone. He pinched at her nipples with his teeth. He trailed his tongue over them before sucking on them, deepening his nails into her sides.

She couldn't believe it when she heard herself making strangled noises, frantically trying to bite back moans.

"Faster, pl-please don't stop." She begged.

Their tongues and spit mix as they feverishly grasped each other. Y/N's hands pulled and threaded through his hair as he kissed her with sheer desperation. Both of their lips were bruised and bruised. They both wore expressions of pure lust, the desire to consume.

"You don't have to hold yourself back." He whimpered needily, his lips brushing against her ear, with every snap of his hips as he buried her into the mattress,"Give me everything, I'm begging you."

Her whole body tightened around him as she finally seemed to have let go as she felt the tightly coiled spring in her abdomen released. She dissolved into pleasure as he felt her pulsing inside.

Every stroke he made became sloppy; she felt his weight as he collapsed onto her. But she embraced him in her arms. He was flooding her, filling her, making her complete in all the ways she never knew she craved.

In all the ways that made him empty without her.

"If you could have an unlimited storage of one thing, what would it be?"

Mammon: Well I'd say-

Satan: Grimm, yeah Mammon we get it.

Levi: Could you be more predictable?

Mammon: Wah!??? I didn't even say that?

Satan: Yet.

Belphegor: Was there anything else?

Levi: I bet we can all agree on this!

Beel: On what?

Asmo: An unlimited amount of the latest Rosé Sparkling, Bubblegum Scented Shiny Blue Lipgloss!

Levi: No not that-!

Beel: Bubblegum!?

Satan: Won't you just get bored of it?

Belphegor: Yeah, and throw them all away?

Mammon: Wait a minute... We could sell them instead of throwing them away. How expensive are they?

Levi: Guys...

Satan: Yeah we know you'd sell them Mammon.

Levi: STOP INTERRUPTING ME! OR I SWEAR ILL SUMMON LOTAN!

Satan: What demons?

Mc: So basically you want me to stop Beel from going in the fridge?

Lucifer: Yes.

Mc: Yes?

Lucifer: Yes.

Mc:...Are you trying to kill me?

Lucifer: Yes.

Mammon x Gen!Reader

Word Count:2,744

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He laid there on his bed and stared at his ceiling. That was how it was for the last couple of months for him. Locked up in his room, barely even coming out unless he was starving. It was all he felt he deserved.

But whenever he remembered what happened to them. He felt sick to his stomach.

Knock, knock, knock…

He flinched at the sound. He ignored them still; they were so persistent. It was not the first time his brothers tried getting to him, but he would not budge. He rubbed his eyes as he thought about avoiding them once more.

Maybe if I stay quiet, they'll leave.

He looked at the door as he hoped, but they continued to knock. He did not want to admit it. But it was only guilt that drove him to push everyone away. After their death, it was hard for him to face his brothers because he thought they all blamed him. He blamed himself too.

Knock, knock, knock…

“Why won't ya leave me alone?” Mammon snapped.

He felt bitter and disappointed when they continued. He gritted his teeth as he tried to ignore their ignorant tapping on his door.

“Mammon!” He heard Lucifer’s insistent voice calling his name

“I just need more time...” He begged.

For a moment, he thought the knocking at the door had stopped. But how persistent he was. He started banging on his door, calling out to him. It did not take him long to twist onto his side, bringing his hands to cover his ears. He squeezed his eyes shut as he pressed even harder on his ears. But no matter how much he tried, his voice continued to get louder and louder.

“Please open the door.”

That voice gave him a severe jolt. He desperately lurched out of his bed. It felt so foreign to him. It was the first time in months since he heard their voice.

Because they died…

“I-is that You?” He faltered and finally stopped mid-stride. He worried about how long their death would have taken him to finally go over the edge. He did not think it would have been so soon. There was no way he was going to open that door. He even denied that any of this was real. Did he hear someone at the door, or was it just the sound of him losing his mind?

He stayed tight-lipped and shook his head. The bitter taste in his mouth came as quick as he felt his eyes become wet with tears. His stomach churned when he pictured their limp and lifeless body; their eyes dull and glassy. He fell to his knees as he clutched his arms around his stomach and cried.

“Mammon,” they coaxed, “Please open the door.”

The key clicked in the lock as the door opened. Mammon stumbled out of his room for the first time in days, rushing past Lucifer. But his eyes only darted down the hall, looking for them. Lucifer experienced a pang of guilt when he saw Mammon.

“Mammon-”

“This some kind of joke or somethin’!” He snarled at Lucifer, gritting his teeth. Lucifer hated that insolent tone of his voice.

Lucifer blurted, “You’re lucky I didn’t break this door down,” he crossed his hands over his chest, “Did you forget what day it is?”

Mammon realized his mistake at once. Lucifer wasn’t a big guy but his presence was more than overwhelming. But his impertinent behavior was the least of Lucifer’s concerns. From where he stood in the hallway, he observed Mammon. He noticed how his shoulders slumped as he looked down, how his hair was disheveled and stuck to his sweaty forehead. He even began to notice how scruffier his face was becoming each day.

“Do you think I’m crazy?” Mammon asked staring down at the palms of his empty hands. It’s been happening for a while, the hallucinations. They began not too long ago. Though they were merely auditory, they started to become too real for his comfort.

“You know I’m always here for you, right?” Lucifer was concerned about him. It occurred to him that Y/n took a part of them along with them, it was just now that he realized they took a bigger part of Mammon. They took his heart. Maybe they even took his soul as well.

He only nodded at his brother, not seeming to find the words he wanted to say.

Lucifer sighed, “I’ll give you ten, no… fifteen minutes to get ready. You’ll get the flowers you asked me to buy after.”

He had no one else to play this little blame game with but himself. Looking into the mirror all he could see was the idiot that couldn’t protect them. The monster that killed them.

It pained him that he couldn’t tell if any of his brothers hated him. Just the look on their faces as he entered the room made his chest tighten. He couldn’t even look them in the eye.

“Do you want something to eat Mammon?” Beel offered as he walked over to him, “I hope you starve to death.”

His entire body froze up when he heard that, “W-What?”

“Hm, is something the matter Mammon? You look pale,” Satan admitted, “Jeez, what are you nine? Get over yourself already.”

Their lips spoke with so much concern, but his mind was cruel to him. Their mouths didn’t even open, it was all in his head. But he heard it so clearly. He swept his hand across his forehead to get rid of the beads of sweat that began to trickle in.

“Yeah, I th-think I just need somethin’ to drink.” Tugging on his tie, he walked over to the sink and filled up a glass with water. He pulled his shaky hand up to lips, gulping down the water.

“You shouldn’t drink it so fast,” Belphie commented, “You might choke.” His grip tightened around the glass as he glared at Belphie, “What’d you say?” He asked, his eyes darkly fixated on Belphie.

“All I said was don’t drink it so fast!”

“If anyone of ya got somethin’ to fuckin’ say to me just say it dammit!” He hissed, slamming his fist into the countertop. The glass shattered in his palm. The room fell quiet, only the strong scent of his blood filled the room. Concern was etched on their faces.

Satan held his hand, putting it under the tap as he turned it on. Mammon winced as he felt the water burning the cuts. “Belphie, could you grab a roll for me?”

Belphie nodded as he got up from the stool and headed for the bathroom.

“We’re all still trying to cope with it Mammon,” Satan confessed, “So I won’t tell you to let it go, but I’m here for you if you need me.”

Mammon stood there rooted in place, “Yeah, that’s what everyone keeps tellin’ me…” his eyes wide and staring into space, “But are you?”

Satan couldn’t help himself. His eyes opened wide as he gasped quickly, “Of course I am!”

“What’s all the yelling about?”

Satan’s whole body tensed up at the sound of the man’s voice. He had no idea Lucifer was there including Diavolo and the others.

“Is someone hurt,” Diavolo asked, “It reeks of blood…” he trailed off.

"I can’t throw Mammon under the bus like that", Satan feared as he thought to himself.

Before they could even make up a lie, Beel chimed in, “Ah, Mammon just cut his hand on some glass, that’s all.”

“Yeah, you know how clumsy he gets sometimes,” Belphie added as he walked over to Satan, handing him the bandage.

Lucifer could only sigh as he rubbed his furrowed brow.

Mammon whispered a thank you to Satan as he wrapped the bandage around his hand. Looking over to Lucifer, he noticed the bouquet he held.

“You got’em,” he cooed, delighted that Lucifer kept his word and got exactly what he asked for, “Thanks.”

“I assume everyone is ready to leave,” Diavolo smiled as he beckoned to them. They did as instructed and stepped closer to him. Before they knew it, the bright light engulfed them. They found themselves struggling to stand still as it felt like they were falling, the one thing they hated about it.

Once out of the portal, the bright light of the human world almost blinded them. There weren’t many people around at that time, so they wouldn’t seem suspicious to anyone. Since they all wanted to say their goodbyes to them. But unfortunately for them, they have to wait a little longer. Their family came to visit them today. Irritated at the sight of them, Mammon sighed as he pulled on his tie.

“When they’re gone just come get me.” He said as he started to walk away from the group.

“Don’t go too far Mammon.” Lucifer.

He meandered down a path and took in the sight of the colorful flowers that lined the concrete. Sunlight splashed through the branches of the lush trees that hovered over his head. He wondered how a place meant for the dead could look so alive and beautiful.

But the one thing that stood out the most to him was a bench. How unusual it was. Drowned in a sea of blue flowers, its shade of brown was the kind that was welcoming, the type that held such warmth, the kind that made him inch closer. He noticed how the flowers grew unto its great cedar arms. He breathed a sigh and slid into the bench, pressing his back against it as he closed his eyes.

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"Hm?"

Mammon jolted from the sudden shock of their voice. He opened his eyes and spun around on the bench. There they were

"What are you doing over here?" They questioned.

They smiled at him as they leaned over and rested their arms over the bench.

"You're... here?"

“You're acting strange!" They laughed. They held his chin and leaned in closer to his face. He felt his face burning up at their intense stare.

"Are you tired?" They continued, "You haven't been sleeping, have you?".

His stomach churned as his shaking hands gripped the bouquet he held.

"Are those for me, Mam?"

"No- I mean they are," he turned away from them and began to rub his temple," I've been havin' these nightmares lately. " "Oh, what are they about?"

"Just you-" He was forced to stop by the sudden wave of nausea he felt. His empty stomach tried to force him to vomit. The sudden flashes of images he had tried to suppress tried to make themselves known.

"I knew these were for me." They said picking up the bouquet that he placed on the bench. He glanced at them through his fingers.

"They're my favorite," they said, as they brought them up to their nose, smelling them.

"I know." It all felt surreal to him. He wondered why his mind wanted him to suffer so much. He had crazy thoughts of joining them before, but here he was, speaking with them.

They raked their fingers through their hair and chuckled. Strange enough, it sounded like music to his ears. It's been so long since he last heard them laugh like that, it made his heart race.

I'm glad everyone came to visit me today," they traced their fingers over the petals of the flowers they gazed at so dearly, "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"It's been a while." He frowned.

It was just a few months since they were this close. How long would his mind continue to torture him? He was having a terrible headache, but he tried his hardest to hide it hoping they wouldn't notice.

"To be honest with you..." they hesitated, "I don't remember much, so I just want you to be honest with me."

Honest with them?

"Bout what?"

“How do I look?" they smiled at him. He wasn't sure how to answer them.

"The same as ever" he let out a breathy laugh, "Wait- not in a bad way!"

"I know but," their fingers picked at the leaves," That’s not what I wanted to ask…”

The more they sat with him, the more this situation perplexed him. He knew this was all in his head. He didn’t know to stop it, at this point he knew things were no longer in his control anymore. The lump in my throat felt like it was getting tighter.

“What happened to me?”

The atmosphere around them changed. He didn't feel that bounce of energy he felt before. His mind was horrified at distorted memories he didn't want to piece together. He felt his mouth going dry, even his eyes danced like the world around him seemed to have shattered. He was utterly shocked.

“This- I can’t.” The images just kept on flooding his mind as he recalled the painful memories that gave him countless nightmares. He turned away from them as his eyes welled up. Mammon remembered how their lifeless eyes stared into his soul, how their blood splattered the walls. Even now through his blurred vision, he saw their dried blood on his hands.

He staggered to his feet, swaying a little. There was a weight in his chest, his hands trembled as he clutched at his chest and thickened throat. An ache started deep within his stomach.

He fell to his knees, his shoulders slumped, “...You died.”

They knelt facing him, “It wasn’t your fault.” they said, sweeping his bangs off of his forehead, “So why do you blame yourself?”

He stared at them, his face contorted with guilt and grief, “Are you real?”

They took hold of his wrist and pulled it up to their cheek. They let his hand caress their face, “I’m not, but you can feel me, right?”

“I thought we’d have more time,” he complained, “If I didn’t let ya go out that night… you’d still be here with me.”

“I am here with you,” they consoled, “Just not how you want me to be.”

His eyes widened in astonishment as he gazed up at them.

“I couldn’t save you,” he couldn’t stop the quiver in his voice, “So why… why won’t you hate me?”

He clutched at their shoulder. His grip became tighter as his knuckles became lighter than they were before. But they still looked at him the same, he couldn’t put his finger on it. He loathed the bitter feeling in his chest. The guilt in his heart ate him alive.

The pain in his heart ate at him alive. The smile etched on their face made him perplexed even more. Their soft hands reached out to caress his face and it made him loosen his grip on them.

"I don't hate you," they assured, "because it wasn't your fault."

"Then how come I regret...everythin'..."

"Regret won't bring me back"

"You think I don't know that!"

With their hands still gently pressed against his face, they stood from their knees, "But that's not why I came to see you."

He sat on his calves staring up at them.

“I can’t rest Mam…” they trailed off, “You won’t let me go.”

His brows became furrowed, confusion plastered across his face, “Let you go?” He bit down on his lip, “That’s not somethin’ I can just do.”

“Please, I’m tired too.”

His eyes opened wide as he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “I can’t,” he whispered, “Please… please don’t leave me again.”

“I won’t be able to stay much longer.”

“But I love you.”

And with a small forced smile spread across their face, “So, please let me go.” They turned away from him, walking away. He peered at them for a while before rushing to his feet.

“W-Wait!” He yelled as he trailed behind them, “Ya know, the whole soulmate thing just turned out to be dumb right? B-but you were mine, so it made me happy.” He realized that it didn’t matter how fast he desperately jogged behind them, he couldn’t catch up to them, “But is it amazing? Is it-”

Dips and branches caught at his feet made him stumble. Teary eyes looking down at his hands fisting the dirt, “I was happy because that meant you just loved me, right… so if you leave me now, who’ll love me?”

Belphie: Drop out of school?

Mc: No...

Belphie: Drink bleach?

Mc: Are you okay?

Belphie: Set Lucifer on fire?

Mc: I never said that-

Belphie: Thank you for your advice MC, it's been awhile since I've been this motivated.

Mc: I was just telling you that you could wear my sweater...

Belphie: You should've just said that then.