#omswd leviathan

Like sir, you're living with seven of the strongest demons in Hell. And yeah, it's easy to forget that sometimes but the stuff you can do with it?

For example, a lot of people forget that Leviathan is literally the Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy. He's been to wars and he has most definitely killed people. Every brother—one way or the other—has killed people. And the potential it has is so high it drives me insane when people don't even think about it.

Yes, the game is light hearted but come on, you live with demons, the stuff they've done (and still do) can and will be morally wrong, and God, do I love it.

The brothers are still big shots in Devildom. Right under Diavolo himself. I like to imagine that a lot of demons are scared of them. You can't look me in the eyes and tell me that a lowly demon can have an argument with Satan, for example, and not get their head blown off. Death doesn't really mean much, especially when it's a low ranked demon they could find a million of in the span of minutes. The brothers are old asf and they've seen the wars in Devildom, too. They most likely fought in them.

Now you may have the argument of "But Mammon constantly gets kicked out of casinos, he gets beaten blah blah" and to that I say; He's Mammon. No matter how pathetic he may seem he's still the second eldest. And if you ask me, one of the most emotionally intelligent and mature ones among the brothers. The reason why Mammon is so often walked over is because he doesn't show his strenght. He has the emotional capability and general strenght to not lose his cool even if he's getting insulted by a low-life who he could obliterate in a second.

Their first time with you ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

ft: Leviathan, Beelzebub, & Satan x gn!reader

LEVIATHAN

❀ Levi is SO nervous. This isn’t just his first time with you, it’s his first time ever.

❀ That being said, you would definitely have to be the one to initiate it. While binging TSL together in your room, all it takes is for you to cuddle a little too close to him and suddenly he’s hardening in his pjs. ❀ Don’t be surprised if he passes out the second you take your shirt off. He’s a blushing mess, eyes wide and darting all over the room like he can’t decide if he wants to bolt or lean closer.

❀ And if you tease him? Maybe some grinding on the obvious tent in his pants and sucking on his neck? Oh, he’s coming in his favourite boxers with an embarrassed but pleased gasp of your name.

❀ He is SO loud, whiny moans and whimpers leaving his mouth when you finally sink down onto him, riding him while he buries his face in your neck.

❀ Has no clue where to put his hands, would let you guide them wherever you want. Would let you use him however you want, completely fine with being overstimulated if it meant you felt good.

❀ I actually feel like he would know how to please a partner surprisingly well for his first time (probably from reading some freaky ass stuff….), he knows to angle his hips a certain way so that he hits that spot inside you that has you seeing stars.

❀ Again, just wants to make his favourite person feel good. Would die from embarrassment on the spot if you pointed this out, though.

BEELZEBUB

۶ৎ As the tallest out of all of the brothers, it’s common knowledge that Beelzebub is big.

۶ৎ So really it’s hardly a surprise that he has an equally large dick, just to be proportionate! ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ

۶ৎ Ever the gentle giant, Beel decides to prepare you to take him by eating you out. He just gets a little distracted in the process and instead eats you out for hours in the sloppiest, filthiest way you’ve ever experienced.

۶ৎ He pulls orgasm out of orgasm out of you, holding you down with his massive hands splayed over your thighs when you try to squirm away from the overstimulation.

۶ৎ The idea of fucking you is long gone from his brain, happy to spend eternity between your legs. Beel could seriously cum from the taste of you on his tongue alone.

۶ৎ Lost in the sauce would be an understatement. His sounds are almost animalistic, deep grunts muffled by the sloppy sounds your messy eater is making during his feast.

۶ৎ By the time he finally lets up you’re so fucked out that you just lay there in a daze as he leans over you, pupils blown and a mess of drool and juices dripping down his chin. He gives you puppy eyes like he wants to ask for ‘just one more time’ (aka ten), but instead asks if it was good.

۶ৎ With your hair a mess—drool dry on your chin and eyes glazed over as you stare into space—you feel like you don't even need to answer that yes, yes it was good.

SATAN

❥ Now with how much Satan reads, I seriously think he’s a romantic. At least some of those books have got to be romance novels that he can’t help but fantasize about recreating with you.

❥ Your first time together is nothing short of sweet. He wants to show that he loves you, with that passionate look in his eyes that tells you you’re in for a long night.

❥ He guides you through it with a gentle dominance, you on your back on the bed while he traces over your body like he wants to commit your form to memory.

❥ He’s the type to be genuinely insulted if you hide your sounds from him. He wants to be gentle with you for your first time, but he will play dirty and edge you until your sweet voice is begging for him.

❥ He wouldn’t make much noise himself since he wants to hear you, but would talk you through it the whole time.

❥ His low voice whispers encouragements in your ear, telling you to take it or asking if you want it faster, harder, whatever you need; your perfect boyfriend will provide.

❥ His aftercare is top notch, massaging ointments into your sore muscles and hand feeding you your favourite snacks like you were a monarch. Besides, with how you have him wrapped around your finger, you might as well be.

The two of you had carried your newly acquired merch home, washed, changed, snacked on the last of your energy bars, and basically passed out together when your figurative batteries finally reached zero. It was now sometime in the late afternoon of the next day. You were both awake, kind of, but still too exhausted to rouse yourselves up and rejoin society.

Fun memories of the event kept popping into your mind as you laid next to Leviathan. Or maybe you were on top of him. Perhaps he was on top of you. The two of you were so tangled together that it was hard to tell.

His neck scales felt cool against your cheek. You didn't care if they were bumpy, just as it didn't matter that Leviathan's hand was lodged under your armpit and your elbow was digging into his side. It wasn't too uncomfortable. The oversized t-shirt you changed into that had been launched out of a cannon at one of the concerts was sliding down your shoulder. Leviathan loosely gripped the side of it, his neatly trimmed nails held flush against your body through the fabric. The waistband of his underwear was pulled up higher than his actual bottoms, but you modestly covered it with your thigh.

Your muscles ached. You couldn't straighten your arm all the way and the blisters on your ankles were covered with hastily-applied bandages. Their edges curled upward as the adhesive peeled off, probably due to Leviathan's tail. Part of it wrapped around your lower leg. Every few minutes he would relax too much and his tail would slide off, and every few minutes you felt it steadily coil around your foot again. It was the most movement either of you were capable of making.

Even though you both took very thorough showers to wash the sweaty con funk away, Leviathan still had a spot of black eyeliner smudged across his left eye. A remnant from his incredibly short lived cosplay photoshoot. You would wipe it off for him later, which would distract him from the red scale-shaped imprint left on your face from cuddling against him.

Satan: You suck, you fucking bitch!!!!

Lucifer: I didn't know you were such a loudmouth.

Meanwhile, at the entrance, news program music plays

Mc: On today's news, we have a fraternal—or perhaps filial—dispute. Tell us, Mammon, as an expert, what's your opinion?

Mammon: The truth is, this is the fifth time this week. Satan isn’t letting up, and he’s lashing out with more and more wit each time. For his part, Lucifer is starting to lose his patience and his facade of righteousness.

Mc: I see. It looks like things are heating up *shuffles some papers* Today we have Levi as our special guest. What do you think of today’s clash?

Levi: You can really feel the intensity rising. I think we might end up with several pieces of broken furniture today… dinner time will surely be disrupted.

Mc: *adjusting an imaginary earpiece* We’re being told that Satan is taking extreme measures, he’s prepared to use a demon as a weapon.

Satan, in the background, throws a sleeping Belphie

Mc: We’ll keep you updated. We hope you’ll join us for the next broadcast

Lucifer: Stop acting like an idiot *gets hit by Belphie and falls down*!!!

Satan: Shut up!!!

Mc: *seductive glance* Have a good night, everyone

.

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"Here. I know you like being surrounded by plushies, so hopefully this is enough...Do you want more? What- ...What can I do for you?" Levi stares into your eyes, searching for any disapproval.

You smile softly, pushing the stuffies away from your body and putting his switch on your pillow. Levi cocks his head to the side, but you grab his arm, pulling him down onto the bed with you. He yelps at the loss of balance, then begins sputtering at the proximity.

"You. I want you."

Leviathan hisses, covering his rapidly blushing face with his hands. You can't help but laugh to yourself, holding the switch in your own hands. A familiar jingle sounds between you as you power it on. Levi peeks through his fingers.

"Show me that awesome Devil Kart gameplay you were bragging about earlier. And hold me while you're at it, 'kay?" You bat your eyelashes for unnecessary emphasis, fully knowing he would backflip off a cliff if you asked him to.

Levi lets out a high-pitched whine when you turn on your other side, pressing your back against him. He takes the hint, surprisingly, slithering his arms around you. You hand him the switch. Devil Kart is already loading.

"I-if my gameplay sucks, it's because I'm lying on my side! And...and you're also kind of distracting! Gah! In a good way!"

"Mhmmm." You drone, grinning to yourself. Your fingers wrap around Levi's arm as you hold him there, idly rubbing them along his shirt fabric, "If you get first place, we can make out."

This is really just for comfort. I've noticed another creator on here has been going through it and possibly made an attempt according to their posts so I'd like to bring some awareness back to self harm and suicide. I wish I could tag them but there isn't a private way I can do so and I'm not gonna call them out like that so I hope they at least find this on their own. I'll do this in three separate sections, first big brothers, baby brothers, then dateables.

Big Brothers | Little Brothers | Dateables

Eldest 3 x Mc

TW: Self Harm, Suicidal ideation, Depression,

Lucifer was not a dense man. He noticed everything, his brothers would say he noticed too much while he knows he doesn't see enough. He would have liked to notice sooner, but the scars across Mc's arms were now mostly old, some still fresh as if it were last night, maybe it was just last night. Lucifer didn't like that thought but he couldn't make the evidence before him disappear.

Lucifer's hand was still around Mc's wrist, holding up their sleeve. He looked hurt that they needed this, that they felt they needed to hurt. He let go and watched them pull their sleeve back down. He wished they had come to him, but instead he noticed and panicked, pulling up their sleeve without warning. Mc held their arm, looking panicked and perhaps a little dead inside. Dead inside was ok so long as Mc wasn't dead on the outside too. Lucifer decided to reapproach this with more delicacy than he had when checking their arm.