mammon hadn’t been doing anything of note when you came knocking at his door. he could already sense your presence behind his bedroom door and sprung himself off his bed; excited to see his favorite human.

but opening his door, he saw a sight he rarely sees. you were leaning against his door frame, eyes averting from his gaze. mammon could tell something was off about you.

mammon desperately wanted to ask what was wrong, dropping his prideful act and show how worried he was. but he decided against it, since he didn’t know the severity of the situation. after all, you could just be there to ask him something you were mildly embarrassed over.

playing it casual and safe was always his go to answer anyways.

“oi mc, what’s up with you?” mammon studied you for a bit. you stayed silent, still not looking at him. he had noticed you shifting your weight on either foot. so he was right, you were here to ask him a question; something you clearly were nervous about asking.

“…….can i come in for a bit? … i just want to be with you for a minute or two…”

mammon.

▸ cuddling with you was nothing new to either of you, it was something that had become a habit shared between the two of you. you’d always come into his room after school and lay yourself on his bed, making grabby hands at him. (damn you! pulling at his heartstrings like that...)

▸ so mammon wasn't too surprised to see you shuffle your way over to his bed. you sat at the edge of it with your hands on your lap. cracking and popping your fingers occasionally, a nervous habit he noted. mammon waited a bit before following after you, closing his door to reassure everything you wish to say will stay between the two of you.

“did something happen?”

“…..”

▸ mammon knew you well enough by now to tell something did happen, if nothing occurred you would’ve already dismissed it by now. he sits next to you on the bed, a hand gently placing itself onto your lap. he didn’t say anything but you understood what he wanted. mammon was silently asking if it was okay for him to touch you.

▸ for you, that was more than okay. the sole reason you came to see him. you moved closer to him, leaning into his touch. mammon was warm, he always was. it wasn’t an unbearable kind of warmth that made you feel stuffy and uncomfortable. it was comforting, and it made your tense shoulders relax. you felt at ease when mammon wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest.

“does it hafta do anythin’ with lucifer?” mammon quietly asked, already knowing the answer. it wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. certainly wont be the last either.

“…will you tell him if I say yes?” you mumbled into his shoulder, trying your best to ignore the tears clouding your vision.

“ ‘course not.”

▸ getting yelled at wasn’t something you could handle. it never was, and probably won’t be for a long while. mammon knew that; of course he did. he was your first man, he knows you better than anyone else. if not him, who else?

▸ so mammon already had an idea of what had happened. lucifer got ticked off about your performance at school and yelled about the mistakes you had made that week. it was a lot for you, not just the yelling but the constant berating for hours was a lot to handle.

▸ mammon wouldn’t make you talk about it unless you wanted to. either if you chose to vent or not, mammon held you in his arms. his way of comforting you had always been physical touch. he’d play with your hair if you allowed him to, pressing soft n’ gentle kisses on the top of your head. 

▸ if you choose to rant, he’ll listen to every word you say. for once mammon will stay silent, soaking up every word. his hand will not leave yours though. he’d ask about your day and the events leading up to the talk with lucifer. mammon knew what it was like to be yelled at by lucifer, it was something he experienced for centuries; so he knew how to handle him. but you were still new, still getting used to living here with seven demon lords. you weren’t used to that sort of thing. mammon knew lucifers words could hit you right in a weak spot. he knew it stung. as much as he loved his older brother, mammon hated seeing you so distressed about lucifer’s words. 

▸ if you begin to cry, mammon will wipe away the tears gently while you continue to talk. he’ll tell you its okay to cry, and that you’re safe to around him. he understands that feeling more than anyone else. he’ll kiss your forehead in the process, maybe your hands too.

▸ over all, if you want a distraction he’d be happy to take you out! see your favorite places, take you out to eat— you name it. but if you wish to stay in, that works fine too. he can pop in a movie or turn on the tv and you both can lounge around on his couch cuddling. but of course.. the tv will end up neglected as mammon will want your attention back. kissing your shoulder and pulling you closer, he won’t stop until he gets to see a smile on your face again.

▸ in the end, whenever he could, mammon would always try to take the blame for you. just so you didn’t have to experience another one of lucifers lectures...

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this takes place during the events of stardust crusaders.

the trip through egypt was a grueling one, enemy stand users attacking the group from left and right, popping up at unexpected times and usually leaving them bloodied and bruised; but kakyoin knew that, he knew very well how hard the experience would be when he offered himself to join. but that never did stop him from worrying about the crusader’s newest member, you. 

you had been put in a similar situation as he, a mindless zombie controlled by one of DIO’s flesh buds. when kakyoin had noticed you were a student just like him, he couldn’t help but feel a little sympathetic towards you. knowing DIO, you probably were put in a situation just like him; you more than likely felt the same fear as he did once. 

when jotaro had saved you from the flesh bud, you had asked them if you could come along to repay them for their kindness; much like how kakyoin did weeks prior. despite how similar you two seemed to be, kakyoin noticed what had made you both different from one another. even though you were just under the control of DIO, your eyes showed no fright. they burned with determination and passion. everyone in the group could see that you weren’t held back by fear. 

kakyoin admired you for it, honestly. maybe that’s the very same reason you both have gotten so close….

noriaki kakyoin. 

▸ kakyoin knew very well that you could take care of yourself, he’s seen you fight and he’s nearly lost his life at your hands. even so, his worry doesn’t cease whenever a stand user makes themselves present. without thinking, kakyoin would pull you closer to him. maybe even stretch out an arm in front of you. kakyoin was usually in the rear end when fights occurred, since he’s long ranged. which means he’ll always look out for you from behind, making sure any blind spots you may have are protected with all he has. after a fight, kakyoin is the first one to check up on you, barely trying to hide his concern.

“are you alright?” he’d say while his eyes scan over your body. if he spots any cuts or blood, his eyes soften and he lets out a light laugh.

“you should be more careful, don’t want to end up losing you” he’d tease, pulling you back into the hotel so he could treat your wounds. 

▸ when your group manages to find a decent hotel, you kakyoin and jotaro are usually ones who room together. sometimes jotaro just ends up joining polnareff to give you guys space. either way, you and kakyoin end up sharing a bed. kakyoin’s very aware that the rough environment may cause you to be a little restless, so he tries his best to help on the nights you can’t sleep.

▸ if it’s okay with you, he’ll pull you closer to him. hands tracing soothing patterns against your clothed skin. he’ll talk to you, tell you about his life back at home, or something mildly amusing that had happened earlier that day. he’d tell you how his mother used this same technique when he was younger, talking to him until he fell asleep, how he always wanted to try it on someone else. or maybe even how glad he is to have found a sliver of joy in this otherwise hellish trip, you.

▸ his talking and his comforting touch would lull you back to sleep, barely remembering the whispered “I love you” and the kiss to your forehead. but if you asked about it the next morning, kakyoin would only smile and flick your forehead.

“you must be imagining things.” 

▸ there’s a lot of quiet moments during the trip, especially in cars or waiting around in the hotels. nothing much would happen and DIO’s lackeys would be strangely quiet in their activities…. to pass the time, kakyoin would find himself fantasizing about how life would’ve been if he had met you in normal circumstances. or what he’d like to do when everything's all said and done. sometimes, he’d talk to you about these things over food. kakyoin would wake up early, look around the local town in the hopes of finding something you’d like. when he does, he excitedly waits for you to wake up.

“ah, you’re up. there’s a little something I'd like to show you, I found it while going out for a walk this morning. I think you’ll enjoy it” he’d smile sweetly, caressing your cheek with his thumb. you were still half awake and his words barely made any sense to you. chuckling, kakyoin leans down and kisses your cheek.

“just come downstairs in five, okay?”

▸ when you caught up with him, kakyoin quickly dragged you out to the town. assuring joseph and avdol that you two would be perfectly fine on your own, and if anything were to happen they’d alert them as soon as they could. 

▸ the place kakyoin had found was a small café, most likely family owned in the middle of the town. it looked like it served French and Italian desserts, a little gimmick for the tourists roaming around. kakyoin smiled brightly when pointing it out, seeming way more happy about it than you probably. it was cute, seeing him so uncharacteristically happy about something so mediocre. 

▸ when you both sat down and enjoyed your orders, kakyoin had took the time to admire you. you looked so cute with frosting messily spread on your cheeks.

“hey, look at me.” that was your only warning before kakyoin reached over and swiped the frosting with his thumb off your cheek. he retracted his hand back and licked the frosting off him with a wink. 

“you’re such a messy eater, you know?” he laughed, mostly at your shocked and flustered expression. he quickly apologized for embarrassing you, adding something along the lines of ‘i just couldn’t help it’ at the end of it. 

▸ this wouldn’t be a kakyoin piece without mentioning games in some way…. kakyoin barely has time to invest in his little hobby anymore, but he’s still a gamer at heart. at some point, he’d bring up an old video game he used to play back at home, asking if you’ve ever played or heard of it. if not, he’d promise to you that he’d play it with you once you all get back from Egypt. claiming that you’d never be able to beat him though, which only brings you even more determination to beat him at his own favorite games.

▸ kakyoin would also make a game of things if he’d notice you were getting bored. most of the time the other crusaders would join in on the fun, jotaro mostly watching from the side. (with a hidden smile). but if it were just the two of you, he’d make a silly little game of “who can get what the fastest” when joseph sent you both out to look for things. if you won, your reward was a sweet and chaste kiss to the lips. if kakyoin won, he’d demand you give him a kiss as well. either way, you’ll end up kissing him.

▸ speaking of, kakyoin enjoys kissing. maybe it’s cause he lacked that sort of physical affection growing up, but he enjoys spending his free time alone with you, cuddled up in his lap and pressing gentle kisses to his skin. honestly, he tends to forget about the whole “stopping DIO” agenda during moments like those. in his mind, time has stopped and only you and him exist in that current moment. 

▸ he finds it quite amusing how you’re so entertained by his hair. always absentmindedly playing with his curls, twirling it around your finger or swiping at it like a cat. kakyoin doesn’t let many people touch his hair. but if it’s you? it just makes his day.

▸ kakyoin enjoys any affection you give him, even if you aren’t a very affectionate person he appreciates it all nonetheless. though, he can be a bit of an ass with it as well. he’d tease you about it constantly. kakyoin honestly loves to tease you now that i mention it, constantly poking fun at you and making light hearted jokes at you. he never takes it too far though. 

▸ during the time he was hospitalized and partially blind, you had offered to stay behind with him until he had recovered fully. you didn’t want kakyoin to have to recover alone, you didn’t want him to be alone again. but kakyoin argued against it, he reassured you he’d be fine. he told you that he didn’t feel so alone anymore, he had friends to look forward to. and he still had you, his significant other. kakyoin kissed your hands and promised you that he’d catch up to you, no matter where you were, he’d come back to you.

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mammon.

flustered. everytime mammon feels your fingers delicately comb through his fluffy hair, it sends shivers down his spine. his thoughts begin to jumble up and he can hear his heartbeat in his ears. of course, he’ll never tell you how much he likes this. but you can pretty much figure it out from how he leans into your hand every single time.

leviathan.

overwhelmed. gah! he feels like he died and went to heaven (ironic) actually, this is 10x better than the celestial realm!!! no angel could compare to the angelic touch of mc’s hands playing with his hair… oh mc, if only you knew his head was so sensitive. leviathan loves this just as much as mammon, but is much more open about it. well, he doesn’t mean to be. it’s just that he’s all red in the face…. its so cute. sometimes you ruffle his hair just to tease him. but he always gives you that pleading puppy look, silently begging for you to continue.

satan.

it’s oddly calming for him. loves it the most when you do it while he’s reading, he’ll lean into your touch, close his eyes and let out the most content sigh. satan sits in this position for a few mor minutes before gently removing your hand so he can focus on his book. though, he doesn’t mind when you twirl a few of his longer strands in your hands while he reads, sometimes he hardly notices when you add little clips and hairpins to his head. even if it looks absolutely ridiculous, he’ll keep it in his hair for a bit.

belphegor.

just like satan, it’s calming. belphie’s used to this sort of treatment. as the baby of the family, all of his brothers have played with his hair (especially while he sleeps) before. whenever you decide to play with his (criminally) soft hair he falls dead asleep in your lap. (seriously it should be illegal. why does it look greasy but feel so soft….) he’ll even pretend to go to sleep just so you can do it. though, belphie prefers if you lightly scratch his head. 

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mammon.

like he’s scared; a small bit of him is terrified of this being some elaborate joke. maybe you’re messing with his feelings? who knows. a bit of him is also scared that this is the last time he’ll get to hold you. sometimes your mortality hits him and he gets irrationally scared of you dying. point is, he gets scared. when you two are alone, his kiss always turns into a semi-make-out. he doesn’t want to let you go, pulling you impossibly closer to him. arms wrapping around you, grabbing onto whatever he can. they always become sloppy and heated in the end. he’ll sometimes kiss down your body just to make sure you’re still here, and partly because he’s possessive as well. his kisses always leave you out of breath in the end.

leviathan.

hesitant and needy; whenever leviathan goes in to kiss you, at first he’s nervous. he always gets into his head about little insecurities. “does his breath smell bad?” “is he even kissing you right?” “did he miss your mouth….what if he’s kissing your chin..” it takes him a second to fully melt into the kiss. you’ll have to silently reassure him by pulling him close. then, he gains more confidence in himself. he begins to kiss you like it’s the last chance he’ll ever get. his tail is always wrapped around your thigh or waist, reassuring himself that you’re real, you’re here…and that you love him.

satan.

soft; satan had always read about kissing your partner with all the love and adoration you contain in your body in stories, he’s always wanted to try that with someone. when he kisses you, he always has a hand under your chin or on your cheek, thumb gently stroking your skin. they’re princely, as if he’s straight out of a romance novel. they always want you leaving more… of course, satan would never pass up the chance to kiss you more.

asmodeus.

fun and exciting; his kisses send electrifying chills throughout your body. everything about them is so good, his cherry chapstick, how he always playfully bites at your bottom lip, how they’re always short-lasting in the hopes you’ll chase after him for more. they’re almost intoxicating in nature… during nights alone with him, his kisses become softer in nature. when he’s with you, he allows himself to be vulnerable. they almost feel sad…they make you want to comfort him.

beelzebub.

lovingly; everything beel does is with love. every kiss he shares, just makes you fall more and more in love with him. when you pull away, he always has his lovestruck expression written all over his face. eyes looking up at you with all the love in the world swirled in his purple irises. though, the thing about him is that he can sometimes be just as needy as mammon. never demanding it outright, but he’ll always get this pout if you go too long without giving him a kiss. doesn’t matter where really, beel just enjoys your affection.

belphegor.

serenity; his kisses can lull you to sleep alone. his lips taste sweet, they’re unimaginably soft. they always trail down to your neck, and any other exposed part of your body. shoulders, stomach, thighs, anywhere. usually, it’s not sexual. it’s just belphie enjoying your comfort and sharing intimacy he’d never do with someone who isn’t you. his kisses are the easiest to get lost in, he’s always unintentionally (or intentionally ;) pulling you into a deep sleep, begging you to stay in bed with him for a few more minutes…or hours. it’s hard to resist him, and he knows it.

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giorno giovanna.

giorno’s well known in Italy by now. he doesn’t feel the need to hide like the previous leader. he goes about his day-to-day life just as any ordinary student would, which is just what he was doing moments prior. 

giorno perched himself on the side of one of the tables in the library, skimming through a book. he was thinking about bringing you somewhere that day, it’s been a while since he took you on a date he reasoned. lost in his own thoughts, giorno didn’t notice the man walking in his direction. 

normally, anyone with common sense wouldn’t think to walk right up to giorno giovanna of all people, but giorno wasn’t too up tight about these things. (even if fugo kept arguing to him that he should be.)

a bump to the shoulder, that’s all it took. such a simple action would’ve gone unnoticed for most; but giorno felt himself immediately get unwell at the contact. instantly, giorno went on guard. GER manifested itself out and scanned the area, not seeing anything seemingly suspicious. he looked over to the man, who was simply minding his business and reading a book just like giorno was. he couldn’t sense any malicious intent but decided to leave it as is. opting to go back to passione and let fugo investigate this later.

the effects of the “attack” went mostly unnoticed. but giorno couldn’t shake the feeling of a lightheadedness. suddenly, his urge to see you became strong and his body moved on its own as he made his way back home to you.

and that’s how you ended up in this situation, a cute giorno sitting in your lap, arms wrapped around your neck with one of his hands playing with the strands of your hair. he was smiling and giggling to himself, muttering something about how pretty you were. after hearing his story, you immediately knew it was a stand’s doing. notifying mista and fugo on their boss’ behalf, you took giorno back to your shared room. hoping the stands effect will go away in due time.

you couldn’t lie though… you were secretly wishing it would never end. giorno’s usual reserved attitude was completely thrown out the window. his affections being much more open than usual. earlier, he greeted you with a kiss in front of both his subordinates, exclaiming how much he had missed you. 

“ahh… [name], we never get to spend time alone anymore…” he pouted, pressing soft kisses to your shoulders. his hand waved off in Mista and fugo’s direction, telling them to leave you both be. fugo felt embarrassed just standing there so he quickly made himself scarce; Mista only laughed at both Fugo’s reaction and whatever the hell Giorno was on before telling you he’d deal with the stand user.

“hey hey, [name], are you listening to me?” pulling you out of your thoughts, you looked down to see giorno resting his head on your shoulder and pouting. his cute doe eyes look up at you, somehow they’re glistening more than usual. god, how does he look even prettier than normal like this….

“ah… sorry giogio, what were you saying?” giorno huffs at this, sitting to turn to face you on your lap. both hands cup your face, making you look at him. 

“i was telling you that we should go out! i’ve been missing you lately, y’know? it’s not that i hate working or anything, i just wished i had more time to spend with you.” giorno’s soft fingers caressed your face as he spoke, the pads of his thumb occasionally brushing past your lips. sighing, you lean in to press a chaste kiss to his soft lips. pulling back, you noticed giorno’s frown forming into a gleeful smile. 

“if it makes you happy, of course we can” you smile at him, getting caught off guard by his quiet ‘yaaay’.

yea, you were totally making fun of him for this later.

josuke higashikata. 

josuke had found himself on the floor, staring up at one of the upperclass men who had just shoved him harshly to the ground. usually, josuke would get up and bark some insults at them; telling them “watch where you’re going!” or something along those lines. instead, josuke’s confrontational skills had suddenly left him because he couldn’t bring himself to get up. the upperclass men just smirked at him and walked away, satisfied at their little “prank” they just pulled. all it took was a touch, any kind really. one touch and their stand will immediately change the victims personality. not much of a useful stand really, one mostly used for pranks or to get away with things. 

josuke huffed, getting up while dusting the dust off his pants. he wondered why the need to punch the guy never came to him… either way, he was late to the date he had planned with you and needed to get going. you were probably out at the bistro already. though, for some odd reason, josuke felt wayyy more nervous than he would normally…

josuke sat across from you, awkwardly fiddling his thumbs under the table. he didn’t dare make eye contact with you, for whatever reason his heart would begin to race the minute he looked at you. the anxious feeling of butterflies fluttering in his gut would form and he’d have to quickly excuse himself as soon as you questioned his red face. all day was like this and he couldn’t figure out why! it wasn’t like him to act like a middle scholar with a crush, it wasnt like him. josuke tried his hardest to think back on what could’ve caused this, a stand user??? he didn’t remember running into any. 

you sat across from him, studying his expression. you could practically hear the gears turning in his head as he thought about something so deeply. you weren’t sure as to what was happening to josuke, he had been acting weird ever since you ran into him that morning. his usual laid back and cool demeanor was gone, replaced by a shy and timid one. josuke couldn’t look you straight in the eyes, always adverting his gaze elsewhere. he’d begin to stutter and stumble over his words, sentences never coming out right when you were with him. when asked, he’d just frantically wave his hands around telling you he was fine.

it had to have been a stand. or maybe josuke was keeping a secret. knowing him, it could’ve been both. you decided to tease him to find out.

“hmm… josuke” you didn’t fail to notice how he immediately jumped at you calling his name; he didn’t fail to notice the smirk forming on your lips.

“tell me, why won’t you look at me? did i do something wrong?” you fake pout, trying your best to look as sad as you could. panic immediately runs through josuke, his hands moving to catch yours; holding them tight.

“w-what?? no! no, of course not! i uhm, just dont know whats wrong with me today” he sighed, biting his lip while he tried to think of what else to add on. fuck, he couldn’t think straight. josuke desperately tried to think back to when he met the stand user and when he was affected, but he cant think when you’re sitting across from him with such a cute expression! 

it was cute seeing him so nervous for once, pink dusted his cheeks as he tried to find a reason in his head. you couldn’t help but laugh a little, which only made his face turn more red out of embarrassment most likely. 

“it’s okay josuke, you’re kind of cute this way…” you smile, getting up from your seat to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “lets go home, okay?” 

“...okay”

josuke was thanking the gods his mom still wasnt home. he’d probably die if his own mother saw him acting like this… especially since he’s sitting on your lap with his head buried in your shoulder. god, why is his heart racing so fast? he’s more than sure you could hear it as well…

sucking in a breath, josuke closes his eyes as he relishes the feeling of your soft hands moving under his shirt. innocent touches, nothing he’d normally bat an eye at; yet today, he couldn’t help but feel so…ticklish. 

“ah….[name], c..careful where you’re touchin’ okay?” he mumbles into your skin, you could feel him pouting. you merely hum, continuing to stroke his back. 

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satan.

▸ if there’s one thing satan cherishes more than anything, is you. more specifically, the soft fleeting moments shared between the two of you. each moment is burned into the back of his mind; he’ll always recall those moments just as he’s about to fall asleep. it brings peace to his heart, knowing that someone so loving is right here next to him. holding his hand.

▸ physical intimacy isn’t always satans thing. he doesn’t seek it out from you often; at least in the beginning of your relationship. as time went on satan progressively gets more and more touchy with you. he’ll come up to you from behind and lay his cheek on your shoulder, asking “what are you doing?” he’s like a cat more than anything, demanding for your attention by leaning into your touch and then the next minute he’s at a distance reading his books. you dont mind, especially since his mood usually leans more to cuddly most of the time.

▸ satan enjoys quality time with you, always dedicating a part of his day to you. loathes it when it gets interrupted by one of his brothers. he knows he’s being selfish with you but, he really doesn’t like to share. just knowing your entire existence is short lived makes him want to hold onto you tight and never let you go. but he’ll never say that. no, he’ll never admit to these feelings. instead he lets you get dragged away sometimes, telling himself you’re your own person and can spend your time however you please….though,

▸ when you do come back satan is especially more clingy. without saying a word, he’ll pull you in and lay his head on your chest. the comforting sound of your heartbeat is enough to put a smile on his face.

“i missed you, you know?” he’ll whisper, hoping you didn’t hear.

▸ satan doesn’t admit a lot of things, out of embarrassment mostly. one of those secrets locked away is the fact he enjoys kisses. kissing you is his favorite thing to do. when he leans in for a kiss, he doesn’t fully connect yet; instead he’ll admire your features up close. eyes slowly drifting to your soft parted lips. he can feel the heat rising to his cheeks, the butterflies beginning to flutter in his chest. no matter how many times he does this, it always makes him feel so…euphoric. his kiss is soft and chaste, never lingers too long because he knows he’ll never be able to pull away if he stays. as ironic as it is, his lips feel like heaven. they’re so soft and sweet you can’t help but feel nervous every time they brush against your skin. when he pulls away, satan can never hide that lovesick smile of his.

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mammon.

▸ knowing he never fucking locks the door, you walked your candy ass in there.

▸ expecting to see him asleep, you were surprised to just see mammon lounging around in his room.

▸ both of you gave the other a questioning look, the answer already clear but apparently had to be asked anyway.

“mc?? why’re you here? …couldn’t sleep huh? yea, i get the feelin’”

▸ mammon rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh.

▸ he got up from his seat on the bed and walked up to you

▸ he asked if you wanted help sleeping

▸ you said yes (a little embarrassed) but after hearing that, he’d bring you over to the bed and cuddle you :(

▸  you were laying on top of him with his arms loosely around you.

“ya know, back when my brothers were still little— especially the twins, they’d have trouble sleeping too.”

▸ he’d start, hands either be mindlessly playing with your hair or the hem of your shirt

“so whenever they did, most of the time they’d go to lucifer. occasionally though, they would come to me for help. you wanna know what i did?”

“i would hold them just like this til’ they fell asleep. some of the more needy ones would ask me to sing for em. you ain’t gonna make me sing, are ya?”

▸ mammon said that last part with a lighthearted laugh.

▸ you asked him to continue talking, his voice having a calming affect on you.

▸ happy to know his method is working, he’d tell you selective stories about his brothers, himself (though they were obviously exaggerated), or mundane things that happened in the devildom.

▸ you ended up falling asleep in his arms with a small smile.

▸ mammon felt he was falling in love all over again 😣

leviathan.

▸ you texted him asking if he was awake before heading to his room.

▸ you already knew the answer but it was your way of letting him mentally prepare before barging into his space

▸ a few minutes went by and you got a response.

‘uhh yea. what’s up lol?’

▸ you smiled at that, knowing levi had a habit of adding “lol” to the end of his sentences so he appears somewhat nonchalant. (the reason he takes so long to answer is bc he’s overthinking his response T_T”)

▸ you ask if it’s okay if you come into his room.

▸ levi responds with something along of lines of “yes” and “wait at the door”

▸ anyway, you make it to his room and softly knock.

▸ the door makes the ‘click’ sound and you let yourself in.

▸ levi’s shly standing behind the door. awkwardly looking at you and his messy ass room

▸ he lets out a nervous laugh when you notice the state it’s in

“o..oh mc… haha… i wasn’t really expecting to see you tonight…sorry… i can clean up!— if you want i mean..uh-“

▸ you’ll never get over how cute he is when acting so awkward..

▸ you tell him its fine and mention your little problem.

“are you sure it was a good idea to come to me of all people?? …n-not that i’m upset or anything.. im glad you’re here and all it’s just…i dont think i’ll be the biggest…uh…help…”

▸ you kiss his cheek and say you came here because you wanted to see him

▸ cue levi malfunctioning 😔😔

▸ levi brings you over to the set up in front of the tv, giving you a spare controller

“w-well… when i cant sleep, i tend to just…do something until i get tired. maybe you should try it too? don’t worry, i’ll um, stay with you…”

▸ both of you end up playing a relatively easy and calm game

▸ it ends up making you even more tired

▸ after your fifth yawn, levi offers to call it a night.

▸ agreeing, you snuggle up to him (he silently freaks out :)

▸ unsure of what to do, levi drapes one of the blankets laying on the floor on you.

▸ he knows his room tends to get cold and he doesn’t want you freezing…

▸ it takes a bit of courage, but he kisses your forehead and tells you goodnight.

▸ ends up sleeping beside u <3

satan.

▸ you were usually hesitant to knock on the fourth-born’s door. especially at night

▸ you never knew if you were going to interrupt something really important or something of mild interest.

▸ either way, satan always welcomed you with open arms so you figured it should be fine…probably

▸ after knocking, you heard some shuffling from the other side

▸ once open, satan was surprised to see you standing there awkwardly

▸ though, he figured out the reason relatively quickly.

“…can’t sleep? haha, thought so. come, i think i can help.”

▸ satan has spent a few nights reading about human behavior and habits.

▸ while he struggles with sleeping himself, he understands his needs are a lot different from yours.

▸ instead of going by book though, satan offers his own sleep method.

“reading calms me, it’s why i like it so much. something about a good story can really put you in a good mood. i actually have a few books i tend to read before bed, what if i read them to you?”

▸ satan calls you over to his bed, cleaning it and getting all the books off beforehand (surprising.)

▸ he has you on his lap, cuddled up to his chest.

▸ he begins to read a lighthearted story.

▸ because satan is using a sweet and rather hushed voice, it leaves you feeling weirdly calm

▸ not to mention that satan always has the lingering scent of coffee beans for some reason, which only adds to the drowsiness youre experiencing

▸ barely paying attention to his words anymore, you ended up nodding off.

▸ when satan notice, he chuckled lightly before wrapping his arms around your body

▸ kissed your forehead and said goodnight.

▸ it was the best sleep both of you had tbh

asmo.

▸ coming to asmo is one of the better ideas.

▸ he always knows what to do

▸ though, you were scared you were going to interrupt his sleep…you know how he gets about his sleep….

▸ yes, asmo was a little upset to be waken up, not bothering to put any clothes he just opened the door as is

▸ but when he saw you at the door, his frown quickly became a smile as he pulled you in

“mc! what a lovely surprise! what brings you here— oh! i know, you couldn’t wait til the day to see me right? aww, i missed you too-!”

▸ after kissing your face a bunch, asmo puts on one of his robes and asks why you’re really here

▸ you tell him you cant sleep and he has a concerned look on his face.

“oh no… that’s not good. you humans need your sleep, dont you? hmm…ah! i know just the thing. come close, i wont bite”

“i’ve heard that when you can’t sleep, it’s sometimes caused by stress. let’s relieve some of that tension, hmm?”

▸ asks you to take off your shirt (he wont try anything. pinkie promise)

▸ after he tells you to lay flat on your stomach, he begins to massage your back.

▸ honestly, you weren’t even aware you were so stressed…

▸ it was probably due to the fact you’re a human constantly surrounded by demons.

▸ either way, asmo knoowsss how to work with his hands.

▸ he seems to know every spot that needs the most attention without you having to point it out

▸ with his help, you end up feeling much more relaxed than before.

▸ it doesn’t help that because his hands are so soft, it leaves you feeling airy and like you have butterflies in your stomach.

▸ you didn’t even realize the noises you were making

▸ asmo took it as a sign of it working and was very giddy about it.

▸ after it was all said and done, he gave you your shirt back.

▸ asmo offered to sleep together ^^

▸ not wanting to leave him just yet, you obviously said yes.

▸ now you have a very happy demon in your hands.

▸ cuddling with asmo is one of the best feelings anyone can experience

▸ despite his hands wandering, he keeps it innocent.

▸ hands moving up from your thighs to your sides,

▸ caressing your cheek to gently playing with your hair.

▸ something about his touch made you even more tired.

▸ happy to know he helped, asmo fell asleep shortly after you.

beel.

▸ when you came to beel, he was one of the more sympathetic brothers.

▸ he understood not being able to sleep for one reason or another

▸ his being he was just too hungry and his hunger pains kept him up.

▸ since beel has experience with this, he offers the method he uses.

▸ which is food ofc 🙁… offers to make you something to eat, hoping it might help.

▸ figuring it wouldn’t help to try, you agree.

▸ beel remembers belphie off-handedly mentioning that humans sometimes consume something warm to help relax them.

▸ beel has made tea before, the calming type for lucifer or satan who both suffer from terrible sleep habits.

▸ he has also made warm milk for his brothers before (levi 😯)

▸ he asks which one you’d prefer.

▸ whichever you chose, he makes it for you.

▸ his urge to take it himself was subsided by his need to help you. that need was stronger than any urge he’s had.

▸ anyway, once he gives it to you, beel asks if you’d like to sleep the rest of the night with him.

▸ agreeing, bc who wouldn’t, he smiles at this and picks you up

“don’t worry, you can just fall asleep on the way if you need too. i’ll take care of you, okay?”

▸ being held by beel is one of the most loving feelings you could ever experience.

▸ when carrying you, he’s careful with you.

▸ the affect of the drink begins to take effect as he takes you back to his bed.

▸ the warm feeling being spread around your body is enough to make your eyelids heavy.

▸ when in bed, beel lays you ontop of him.

▸ occasionally kissing the crown of your head, you eventually fell asleep in his arms.

▸ he thought you were so cute…

▸ you’re more than likely smaller than him in comparison

▸ he feels happy to be relied on, especially by you

▸ sleeps happily knowing you came to him

belphie.

▸ the best and obvious choice.

▸ not even bothering to knock, you made your way to the attic where you knew he was there.

▸ best way to wake up belphegor is to tickle him.

▸ the sudden feeling is enough to wake him, (even though he’s aware you’re there already)

▸ he is grumpy at first, but seeing you turns his face into something more neutral

“…huh? mc? why are you here? …can’t sleep? hmm, i see. well, come here then.”

▸ makes space for you next to him

▸ once you’re cuddled next to him he uses his power to make you feel sleepy.

▸ doesn’t tell you this , but you know.

▸ belphie usually sleeps with his demon form out, too lazy to maintain it

▸ so his tail, the soft part, is laid on you.

▸ he’s careful with it though, because of the prickly barbs

▸ for the most part, you don’t mind.

▸ it doesn’t take long for you to sleep

▸ but belphie takes the extra step and controls what kind of dream you’re having

▸ he does have the power to intrude and talk to you there, so he kinda abuses it 😒

▸ you end up having a happy dream about the both of you going on a date.

▸ belphie’s happy you trusted him enough to help. he hopes you’ll come to him again…

mammon.

mammon’s big. well, for a demon he’s more on the shorter side, but he’s still bigger than you in nearly every way possible. especially in his demon form...he’s more than a foot taller than you! at least two…

lounging around on the couch in his room, your mind starts to wander. mostly about mammon and his size. you’re curious, you know he’s big but, how big?

“hey mammon” you sat up, instantly getting the attention of the demon from the other side of the room. you wave him over with your hand, patting the empty space next to you. when he sits down, you take his hand into yours and inspect it. “let’s compare hand sizes!”

▸ mammon’s confused, slightly flustered, but does it anyway.

▸ in his human form, his hand isn’t that much bigger than yours. his fingertips goes just slightly above yours.

▸ you’ve forgotten that mammon purposefully changed his human form to be closer to your height, probably to make you more comfortable.

“hmm...mammon, could you go into your demon form? just for a sec, i wanna see something” you did your best to use that irresistible pleading look, the one mammon can never say no to.

▸ feigning irritation, mammon switched into his demon form in a blink of an eye. in this form he was much, much bigger. ▸ mammon had told you that this form was just a watered down version of his true form, something he’d never show you.

▸ still, for something to be so waterdown, he was still...so intimidating. and that’s a word you never thought you’d use to describe mammon of all demons.

▸ normally, he was somewhere around 5’9 to 5’11. but in this form, he stood at a good 6’5. which was admittedly scary to think about since he’s STILL considered short for a demon.

▸ you grabbed his hand again, this time your hand had barely covered his palm. fingertips only reaching to his mcp joint.

▸ this made you visibly excited, mammon didn’t fail to notice it either.

▸ you quickly got up from the couch, pulling mammon up with you. confused as ever, but went along with it (because it’s you)

▸ moving to embrace him from the front, you carefully tippy toe onto his own feet, (which are...fucking huge for no goddamn reason. boy slaps the floors when he walks wtf?) you look up to him. from this angle, he’s huge.

“..mammon, you’re so big!” you giggle, which flustered mammon cause he isn’t too sure on how to take that compliment.

“what else is big on ya?”

▸ that question then leads into you two sitting on his bed, while he (proudly) shows off his “biggest” features. ▸ it starts small, he shows off his horns. up close, they’re longer than you expected. most of it being hidden by his fluffy hair. ▸ next, he shows off his wings. when they’re idly sitting, they seem unimpressive. it’s only when he stretches them out, you realize how dangerous they could be. not only are his wings used for flying, but could kill as well. ▸ he lets you touch all of him, trying his best not to squirm out of your curious hands. they graze over his most sensitive areas, especially his wings. you gain such a fixation on the appendages, mammon was losing himself in the feeling of your soft hands touching his wings. ▸ so much so he didn’t realize the “problem” forming within him. but you did.

“hey mammon,” you put a hand on his thigh, catching his attention; now he’s all too aware of his current circumstance.

“is this big too?”