takeaslicex ジ

シ = contains smut

love and deepspace

sylus; c@ckwarming you (シ)

sylus; nsfw headcanons (シ)

obey me! shall we date?

all brothers; a kinky mc headcanons (シ)

all brothers; their love languages

all brothers; making a sextape heacanons (シ)

all undateables; making a sextape headcanons (シ)

asmodeus; feeling their pulse

asmodeus, the price of arrogance

beelzebub; headpats

levi; hiding his face in your neck

lucifer; next to you (implied シ)

lucifer; touching foreheads

mammon; blue roses, and other beautiful things

mammon; running his fingers through your hair

mammon; to the victor goes the spoils (シ)

mammon; vegas, baby!

satan; caressing hands

attack on titan

levi ackerman; just you and me (シ)

sylus, who lets you think you're in control when you dominate him, but is the one actively choosing not to break the handcuffs and ropes you use against him

sylus, who despite being the one pinned down and dominated, is still the one thrusting into you so deeply that he can't help but laugh as you're the one falling apart while you ride him

sylus, who doesn't use degrading names in bed because he genuinely worships you and considers you his equal as his lover, never anything less

sylus, who regardless of the above, will ravish you to hell to the point where he's kissing and licking your tears away, his actions contradicting the sweet names he calls you

sylus, who hates quickies because he wants to take his time with you, prefers to devote hours to every inch of your body rather than give you a quick fuck

sylus, who will still absolutely pull you into the nearest hidden space to fuck the teasing attitude out of you when you start to tempt him, especially if you're doing so in front of others

sylus, who will fuck you in any position he feels like, but loves the ones where he can see your flushed, crying face most, preferably missionary or you sitting on his lap while you ride him

sylus, who absolutely has specific records he puts on when fucking you in his bedroom (when he isn't too enamored by you to actually turn something on, of course)

sylus, who presses down on his cock that's currently making your tummy bulge, shocked himself at how well you can take him when it looks like he's splitting you in half

sylus, who prefers to cum inside of you, because the site of watching it leak out of you has him itching for another round until you are so, so full of him

sylus, who never cared much for aftercare with previous partners before, suddenly became an expert at it after his first night with you. plush robes, ibuprofen, relaxing candles, soft sweet nothings, and the occasional bath/shower became customary aftercare

Preparing for Finals Week was an absolute nightmare to your schedule. 

It wasn’t anything like finals week at your human world college, and up there, you didn’t have Lucifer to ride your ass and press you about getting grades high enough for Diavolo’s standards. However, you couldn’t exactly blame Lucifer much when Lord Diavolo himself was the one who decided to hold you to a higher standard than usual. Not only did that mean that Lucifer was beyond serious about your studying habits, but that also meant that most of your free time was spent with Satan with your head buried in a textbook learning about everything from seductive speechcraft to potions.

That’s how you ended up at the dinner table, with your head literally buried in a textbook as you slept soundly against the pages.

“I don’t think I’ve seen anyone besides your twin fall asleep at the dinner table like this,” Satan crossed his arms at you from the dining room entrance. “Perhaps I may have given them too many readings for today.”

From Beel’s point of view, it looked like you had fallen asleep reading Devildom Law 101 - and anyone in their right mind would fall asleep reading something so boring. “Well, you have been pushing them extra hard lately…”

Satan scoffed at that. “I’m not pushing them at all. It’s Lucifer and Diavolo that’s pushing them, I’m just the one making sure they don’t fail and reign in Lucifer and his shitty punishments. They should be thanking me if anything.”

While that was true, Beel didn’t like that at all. He could see how overworked you were, and that made him sad. He could see clear as day that you were exhausted, and when you’re tired and overworked, you don’t have time to eat like you should. It was just yesterday that you missed your afternoon snack with him because you had to study, and that came second on the list of the saddest things he has seen this week - the first, seeing your exhausted form drooling over the most boring subject he’s ever had the displeasure of taking.

“I think they would like a break,” Beel decided, frowning as your position changed slightly even though you remained asleep. “I’m going to take them to get some food. Y/N is human, and they need to eat.”

“Yeah, do that,” Satan agreed, turning to walk away now. “But then they need to read - just because I agreed that I gave them a lot of readings doesn’t mean I don’t want it done.”

Beel sighed at that, half-tempted to lie through his teeth to you and tell you that Satan canceled your readings. But that would only do more harm than good.

But what he could do for you was give you a little break at Madam Scream’s. It was a necessity, actually.

Beel quietly walked toward you, careful not to wake you before he could do it his own way. Once you were within arms reach, he reached his hand out to settle against the top of your head, fingers carefully folding into your hair. Even he couldn’t deny the simple pleasure of something so soft and sweet.

With that, he softly patted your head - so softly, like you would break if you patted it any harder. Head pats for working so hard, because you were nothing if not dedicated, but also heat pats for being you. Head pats for looking so sweet with his hand on your head. Head pats for no reason at all - head pats, just because. 

Once you began to stir into consciousness, Beel switched from head pats to stroking the back of your head, but not without loss of his gentle touch. 

“H-Huh?” you yawned, your eyes fluttering open to the worn-down, almost yellow pages of the Devildom Law book you were reading. It was then that you noticed the smallest bit of drool pooling at your lips, and you pouted. Gross. Your disgust quickly turned into comfort, however, once you registered Beel’s presence, as well as his adoring little strokes against the top of your head. “Beel?”

“Y/N?” Beel’s smile at you was just as kind as his touch. “You looked just like Belphie just now.”

You laughed. “I bet I did… but Satan would be pissed if he found out I fell asleep.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Beel was quick to dismiss that idea, and he wasn’t going to be the one to break the news to you. “Let’s worry about getting a snack. I’ve been dying to get my hands on a no-bake Hellfire Cheesecake since my last one about fifteen minutes ago. Wanna come get another one with me, pumpkin?”

Beel didn’t miss the way your cheeks turned crimson. “Do you think that’d be okay?”

He patted your head again softly. “Of course. Let’s go take a break, okay? When we come back, we can study together. I could use some help in Devildom Law, too.”

Now there’s an offer you couldn’t refuse for anything. 

With that, you grinned up at Beel and closed your textbook. You scooted out of your chair and joined Beel at his right side as you made a beeline for the door.

“And… there you go, my dear!” Asmo beamed at you with the softest grin ever known, officially done applying the new facial cleanser he got to your skin. “How does it feel, hon? Just like the beautiful and perfect Avatar of Lust’s skin, right? The reviews about it were just raving, and I just had to get it for myself! And you get to try it for free! How exciting, isn’t it?”

You returned the same smile to him and said, “Of course, I couldn’t ask for anyone more perfect. Thank you so much!”

“Oh, hon!” Asmo laughed, leaning in to kiss your forehead tenderly. “I would do anything for you, you know. Now, can I please paint your nails? I want us to match, I have more of the color I’m using!”

“I would love nothing more, Asmo.”

At that, Asmo softly squealed and got up to go get some of his nail polish. During his absence, you couldn’t help but be grateful to have someone as sweet and attentive in your life as him - especially during one of the worst times of your life. It had barely been a week since your incident with Belphie - and being literally killed isn’t something you get over so quickly. To put it lightly, it was hard to pretend you were okay, and most of the brothers seemed to have moved on from the event like it was a typical Tuesday. They’d try to make casual conversation with you at dinner like absolutely nothing had changed, they expected you to hangout in the common room with them all the time - and worse? They expected you to sit in the same fucking room as him and act like everything was okay, even if it was far from it. 

Asmo, however, has been a godsend for you since the beginning. He never expected you to put on a fake smile and pretend like you were happy, and was completely compassionate about the entire situation. That’s why you’ve been spending all of your time with him - and this is why you were sitting cross legged on his bed, waiting for him to come back with the nail polish. With all things considered, you truly couldn’t ask for a better night.

“Oh, you’re just going to look so lovely with this nice shade of pink, don’t you agree, my love?” Asmo cooed, sitting back on the bed with you now and positioning himself in front of you. “Hand out, please!”

You quickly obeyed, holding out your hand for Asmo as he grabbed it and set it down on his own leg. And with that, Asmo started painting your nails - gently and with the most feather-light touches. It was so easy to get lost in his touches - after all, his title as the Avatar of Lust wasn’t taken lightly. Even when he wasn’t trying to seduce you, to be in his presence was to be comforted and loved. Being with Asmo was easy if you needed it to be, but also ethereal during the most surreal of circumstances. He was warmth and love wrapped into one, and it was incredibly easy to forget that he’s actually one of the most feared beings in all of the three realms.

  “Hey… Y/N?” Your trailing thoughts were quickly interrupted by Asmo, who you hadn’t even noticed had stopped painting your nails at only the third one. When you looked at him, his eyes were steady on your hand, but his hand was slightly trembling as it held yours. 

“Y/N… you know, when Belphie…” Asmo hesitated on his words, taking a second to swallow them down. “When… when you died… you have no idea how much that hurt me, to see you like that. Completely lifeless, absolutely no sparkle left in your eyes… I couldn’t stand it, Y/N. I hated it more than anything!”

You sucked in a breath, not exactly sure how to even respond to that. Where did this come from? “Asmo…”

Asmo couldn’t even bring himself to look into your eyes as he spoke. “I thought I lost you forever… and that’s crazy to think about, am I right? I’ve only known you for what feels like a second, but… the idea of being without you made me angry. It made me more angry than anything else in the world! I never want to be without your praises, your soft touch, your warm smile, or the way you look so stunning with your hand holding mine… Y/N… It made me want to die right alongside you.”

As he spoke, you watched a tear drop from Asmo’s face and onto one of your freshly polished nails. You gasped at that.

You wanted to comfort him, or say anything really - but what could you possibly say to that?

What Asmo did next shocked you to your very core. Softly, and with the most genuine care you’ve ever known, he softly flipped your hand around and held it so that your inner wrist was facing him, pressing his index and middle finger to your wrist. “Your heartbeat… it’s like music to my ears, dear. Never in my existence have I found a human’s heartbeat to be amongst my most favorite of things, but your heartbeat comes third only to me and you yourself, hon.”

Asmo softly pressed into your wrist and smiled as he checked your pulse. “A perfectly healthy heartbeat, just as I expected. I actually read up a little bit about how a human’s heartbeat is supposed to sound, so I’ll know if I’m hearing anything out of the ordinary, okay? But of course… there’s perfectly wonderful reasons for heartbeats to accelerate, is there not? We might just have to have a little anatomy lesson once you’re feeling better, isn’t that right, hon?”

You smiled at that, not even realizing that you were already crying until you tasted one of your tears on your lips. “Asmo… I… I don’t know what to say…”

When Asmo finally looked up at you, tears were freely falling from his eyes, but the smile on his face was one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. “Tell me, Y/N, that you and I are going to live a long and happy life together! Tell me that you’re not going to go dying around on me anymore, and that you’ll be around to shower me with your love and praise for many more years to come!”

You shook your head in acceptance and laughed. “I love you so much, Asmo. Come here.”

And with that, you pulled him into a bone crushing hug that neither of you ever wanted to free each other from, as you silently cried into each other’s shoulders.

“Y/N… I love you so much.. But, oh, Diavolo! Your nails!” Asmo suddenly gasped, incredibly quick to pull away from you once he remembered what the two of you were even doing in the first place. Asmo grabbed your hand and inspected his progress so far, visibly shuddering when he noticed your smudged paint job. “Oh dear… this simply isn’t going to do, hon. I’m going to have to start from scratch!”

When Satan told you what him and Belphie did when Lucifer wasn’t home, you could almost see how the rest of the night would unfold.

After classes had ended for the day, you and Beel had taken the opportunity to get an afterschool snack at Madam Scream’s. So, without even considering the consequences of it, it was the perfect opportunity for Satan and Belphie to play a prank on their eldest brother without the scolding of either one of you. Once the coast was clear of any interruptions, and they had discovered that Lucifer would be staying after school to have a meeting with Lord Diavolo, the members of the infamous Anti-Lucifer Squad had broken into Lucifer’s room and let loose a swarm of fire-mice - black, sooty little mice that breathe fire and burn everything it breathes on. Because of their size, they’re not hot enough to cause any serious fires, but are hot enough to crisp and burn anything from his simple living necessities to his most valuable possessions.

“Satan, you didn’t,” you whispered, the entire dinner table’s mouths dropping as they listened to your lover recall what transpired. You knew without question how Satan and Belphie felt about Lucifer, but this? How the hell is Lucifer going to react when he sees?

Satan whipped his head to you, sitting at his immediate left, almost scowling. Almost like he was disappointed that you disapproved of hurting Lucifer. “What? It’s a harmless prank. Serves the sadistic asshole right.”

“Satan, Belphie, hons -” Asmo’s voice was soft, but filled with concern. “Lucifer isn’t just going to kill you both, but…”

“What’s he gonna do, Asmo?” Belphie chuckled into his palm, not showing a bit of care about this conversation. “Tie us up and hang us in the common room for the weekend? Mammon-style? Please. We’re demons. That’s child’s-play.”

‘HEY! Whaddya mean ‘Mammon-style?!”

As the brothers continued to bicker about what happened, you couldn’t help but think about their history. Having been with the brothers for over two years now, and dating Satan for the last year, you feel like you have a solid understanding of Satan and Lucifer’s relationship - but really, it was only surface level. You weren’t there when Lucifer birthed Satan from an intense fit of wrath, or when Lilith died - nor were you there for the thousands of years that followed. You couldn’t understand - not really. How could you understand the literal personification of wrath’s feelings toward the Avatar of Pride beyond just what he has told you? 

Satan had told you a great deal about his feelings towards Lucifer, whether it was during pillow talk or your walk home from school. While it wasn’t necessarily something you liked hearing, it wasn’t something you could change. It’s not like you can ask the Avatar of Wrath to forgive and forget, to not hold anger in his heart, especially when his anger dates back thousands of years before your existence. Then there’s the whole thing about Lucifer technically being Satan’s father, which nobody ever seems to really talk about.

Living with the demon brothers was one thing, but this was a whole other thing entirely beyond your understanding as a human.

Once the six brothers and you began to hear loud footsteps, and a dark aura began to spread through the House of Lamentation - all of you silenced.

Lucifer is home, and he knows what happened.

Instinctively, and without even thinking about it, you reached for Satan’s hand, which was laying on his lap under the table, and you pressed your hand on top of his. Because whatever was going to follow would not be pretty, but you knew that you had to be there for him no matter what.

As soon as Lucifer entered the room, you couldn’t help but be intimidated. He stood tall, darkness clouding him as he stomped toward the dinner table like he had every intention of destroying it. At that, Satan squeezed your hand - not because he was scared, but because he knew you were once again witnessing another demonic showdown that had absolutely nothing to do with you. That he was sorry for.

“Not only are a multitude of my rare and irreplaceable books and records blackened to a crisp, but my bed is so damaged that I’ll have no choice but to replace it,” Lucifer’s voice consumed the room, both loud and authoritative. You didn’t miss how everyone else’s eyes widened in fear, except for the culprits themselves. “Do I even have to ask who the culprits of such a despicable and tasteless prank was? Or will you come forward on your own free will, Satan and Belphegor?”

“A-Ah… n-no, it was me, actually…” Mammon attempted to take the blame. Typical, sweet Mammon. “I-I didn’t mean to, really, I just-”

“Quiet, Mammon,” Lucifer glanced briefly at Mammon, before turning to face Satan in his entirety. “Will you let your brother take the blame for you, Satan, or are you the coward I believe you are? What about you, Belphegor?”

You squeezed Satan’s hand and caressed it soothingly. Please don’t lose your temper.

“You think I’d do something as brilliant as that and not take the blame for it?” Satan scoffed, a smirk forming on his lips. “You didn’t think it was funny? It was me, and me alone. Not Belphie.”

“Satan, what are you-” Belphegor protested, but was quickly interrupted.

“Belphie,” Beel whispered, quick to protect his twin. Though it wasn’t ideal to not let Belphegor own up to his own actions, he’d rather see his twin go without punishment more. 

“Not another word out of a single one of you unless I ask you to speak,” Lucifer demanded, eyes unwavering from Satan’s entirely. “Y/N, I advise you to leave the room. What I’m about to do with your juvenile and irresponsible boyfriend will be beyond what your human eyes and ears can handle. I need you to head to your room now.”

“Lucifer, please don’t,” you pleaded, standing as Satan started to stand. But before you could argue any more, Satan was quick to stop you.

“Y/N,” Satan whispered, taking your free hand in his hands before your hands were enveloped between his. He caressed your hands slowly and confidently, trying desperately to tell you that everything would be okay. He could see it in your eyes - that worried, unyielding look that you get whenever you try to protect him - how funny it was, a human trying to protect a demon. The look you saw in his eyes was unfamiliar - you could see the blood-boiling anger in his eyes, the deep, fierce hatred he had for Lucifer, even if he really did love him - deep, deep down. Unfamiliar because the anger in his eyes dissipated every so briefly just to show you his unwavering love for you, and how grateful he was to have you at his side through everything. The two never mixed before you. It was always hate. It was always anger. Always wrath. But with you, there was so much more… Always love. “I’ll be okay. This isn’t anything I can’t handle… Just go wait in my room for me, okay darling? I love you so much. Now go.”

With that, Satan pulled your hands in and leaned down to kiss your forehead - his lips lingering ever so briefly on your skin, like it was the last bit of comfort he’d have for awhile. He rubbed your hands soothingly together one last time before he pulled away and dropped your hands.

“Satan!” you cried, desperate for Lucifer to have mercy on Satan. Before you could react, Mammon was quick to grab you and pull you away from the scene so that you wouldn’t have to witness what would unfold. Because something told you that this was different. That this wasn’t a normal fight, and that at the end of the day, you had no business witnessing what would unfold.

As Mammon held your waist and guided you out of the dining room, you heard wings emerge behind you. You almost wanted to turn around, almost, but you also knew that you didn’t wanna see what was about to happen.

It was exactly 2:27am in the morning when Levi burst into tears. Of course, this was to be expected - when you had introduced Levi to one of your favorite human animes, “Help! My Dog Actually Ate My Homework, And Now My Demon Teacher Is Out To Murder Me!”, and it only took about ten minutes of the first episode for him to get absolutely hooked. This was an anime you’ve already seen before - so naturally, you were already aware of every twist and turn that it had to offer - Levi, however, was completely left in the dark. The two of you had been bingeing it for the last few weeks, even well into the late night.

  It was exactly 2:27am when Levi’s favorite heroine, Akito-san, bit the dust, and about half a second later, Levi began wailing like it was you who had bit the dust.

  Were you slightly twisted for anticipating this moment, since you already knew this was going to happen? Maybe. But it’s not like you could fix what’s already been done.

  “NOOOOOOOOO! AKITO-SAN, WHY???????” Levi screamed, literally screamed. Damn to hell the embarrassment of getting so worked up over an anime in front of you of all people - because this is some serious shit! I mean, how could Akito-chan sacrifice herself to the Demon Teacher without a second thought like that, huh?!

  Levi hugged his knees to his chest and watched the aftermath of her death unfold like it was the worst thing in his thousands of years alive that he’s ever witnessed. And it was oh so hard to hold back the smile forming at your lips, but at the same time, it really did crush you to see Levi so heartbroken.

  “Oh, Levi,” you cooed, reaching out and rubbing his back in a calm and soothing manner. “You knew it was coming, didn’t you? They foreshadowed the hell out of that in the end, you know.”

  “B-B-BUT…” Levi sniffled, his voice muffled through the sound of his tears and from his head being pressed into his knees. “I-It was… so obvious, that I didn’t think t-that they could ACTUALLY kill Miss Akito-chan! I-I…”

  Queue even more blabbering.

  “Oh, MC… I can’t take it!” Levi’s next actions were almost so sudden that it caused you to jump, but what followed made you melt. Levi buried his head into your neck and continued to cry, dampening your shirt in the process, but you didn’t care. “How am I supposed to go on, huh?!”

  You sighed, almost cringing at the thought of what you had to say next, but you knew it was what Levi would want to hear in these trying times. “Levi… honey… Akito-chan would want you to continue carrying on. She was the one who helped everyone accomplish their goals, and in the end, her sacrifice was so that everyone else’s fight could continue, right?”

  “MC!” Levi hiccuped, considering your words. At that, he nuzzled deeper into your shoulder. “I… I suppose, but I still… *sniff*… don’t like it.”

  “I know, honey,” you smiled, kissing the top of his head. Levi couldn’t help but be thankful that you didn’t see his blush just then, even as he continued to cry. “Just let it all out.”

  As Levi began to cry, mourning the death of his second favorite anime heroine (because let’s face it, absolutely nobody compares to Ruri-chan), feeling protected and comforted as he cried into your neck… an incredibly pissed off and already sleep-deprived enough Lucifer, who was woken up by Levi’s blood-curdling scream, was making a beeline right for his room.

Neither you or Mammon ever had to mention how much you both loved lazy nights alone in his room - it was just a shared truth between you two. You didn’t have to talk about how much you loved standing in front of Mammon’s mirror, your lover behind you as he blew your post-shower wet hair dry with his blow dryer - because he knew. Mammon’s hair was just as wet since he was quick to join you in your shower, so you would surely return the favor later. 

  It was just after 9:00pm on a Sunday night, and it was approaching that time of the night where the House of Lamentation began to quiet - Lucifer would retreat to his study, Leviathan would start to use his headphones, Satan would quietly read in his room, Asmo would began his skin care routine, and Beel and Belphie would be happily enjoying each other’s company while munching and snoozing, respectively. As for you and Mammon, this was one of those nights where staying in and enjoying each other’s company was pure bliss compared to going out. At this hour, you could almost swear the house was empty besides you and your lover.

  “Hey, ah, babe?” Mammon half-yelled over the sound of the hair dryer, craning your head a certain way to get all around your head now. “Did ya ever finish that paper for Devildom History?”

  You smirked, knowing damn well where this was going. “Uh, yeah. It’s due tomorrow, Mammon.”

  “Yeah, yeah, but I had that one Majolish gig, you know? Had ‘ta prepare for that too, so don’t go scolding me or anything,” he grumbled. “Besides, what do I have’ta be worried about when I got a smarty-pants lover to help me out, yeah?”

  You smiled at that. “I’m not letting you cheat off my paper.”

  “Oh come on! Why not? I thought ya loved me!”

  “Mammon, did you forget who your older brother is?”

  “Uh… no? What do ya mean by that, honey?”

  “So then you do know what Lucifer will do to us both if he finds out I let you cheat on your paper.”

  “Oh come on, he ain’t gonna find out!” He chuckled at that, turning off the hairdryer and setting it down now that your hair was sufficiently dried. “I might as well just not do it, ya know. I’d probably just end up getting a zero if I tried on my own.”

  “I didn’t say I wouldn’t help you,” you smiled, turning your head to smile up at him. “We’ll work on it together, okay? And give yourself more credit. You’re so much smarter than you think.”

  At that, Mammon began to blush - and thank Lord Diavolo that you turned away before you could see that, but it’s not like it wasn’t expected. “You’re so perfect, treasure. Not even Grimm holds a candle to ya.”

  Now it was your turn to blush.

  Mammon started to brush out your frenzied, blown-out hair with your hairbrush, soft and soothingly to avoid hurting you. With his other hand, Mammon ran his fingers through the strands of hair above your ear, tucking it behind with the gentlest of touches.

  “Hey, have ya been using more of Asmo’s hair products?” he asked, his fingers running through your hair now in awe.

  “Oh, yeah, Asmo got me some as an early Christmas present,” you said. “Why? Does my hair feel weird or something?”

  “No, honey,” Mammon admitted, his sharp fingernails that grazed your scalp was pure bliss. “Your hair is so soft, like a cloud or something.” Mammon was quick at this point to replace your hairbrush with his own fingers, running his fingers through your hair to comb it out, but more importantly, to admire you in all your worth. 

  Loving small moments like these was another unspoken understanding between Mammon and you.

  It was your voice that lulled Mammon out of his mini-trance. “Uh, babe? Did you want me to blowdry your hair now?”

  Mammon’s hands immediately dropped, slightly embarrassed at how lost he got in simply running his fingers through your hair. “U-uh, sure, babe. Thank you.”

It was moments like this that reminded you how human the Avatar of Pride could be. Human, but never weak. Like tempered glass, Lucifer was strong, but had the capacity to break if too much pressure was applied. Not that he would ever show anyone, of course - how would that affect his pride, his pride that he had spent the better millenia solidifying as unwavering?  He couldn’t show anybody how quickly pride can be broken when met with the mortifying ordeal of shame and embarrassment. How could he?

  Well, it’s a good thing that your bond with Lucifer is unlike any other bond in existence. 

  You could feel it. Physically, emotionally, and mentally - it is all consuming, and it is heavy. That’s what it’s like to have a pact with Lucifer - it’s not just a pact, it’s an oath. Every fibre of your being was tied to his, and every fibre of his was tied to yours - mind, body, and spirit. If you were so happy that your grin reached your ears, then he could feel it. If his pride was so overwhelming that it consumed the air in the room, then you could feel it inside of you as well. And now, as you could feel the emotions he’s tried so hard to keep buried spill out onto the floor for all to see, you could feel it even in your slumber.

  You woke up with a jolt, your exhaustion almost immediately dismissed. You wiped the remnants of sleep from your eyes and pushed your hair out of your eyes to see Lucifer sitting on the edge of his bed, his bare back to yours hunched over as he laid his head in his palms. You glanced over at the clock on his wall - 3:39am. He must’ve just come in from another late night, you assumed, because he wasn’t with you when you went to bed all those hours ago.

  “Luci?” you whispered, almost carefully. Lucifer remained still, even at the sound of your voice. He was grateful to hear it, of course. Like everything about you, your voice always made even the worst of situations better. But this, Lucifer knew, was different. He knew that you could feel what he was feeling, and the idea of that made him sick to his stomach. How could he hide from you? How could he hide from you that his pride had been shattered, and that he feels like he had just lost his grip on the lightest thread that kept him holding on in the first place?

  He couldn’t, and the thought of that terrified one of the most terrifying beings in all of the three realms.

  But you could feel it. You could feel that the endless late nights couped up in his office, his face buried in stacks of paperwork at the expense of pleasing Lord Diavolo were beginning to wear him down. You could feel the strain on his relationship with his brothers as clear as day, like how dearly he loves each and every one of them, but that he could never show and express it the way he wants to. How could he, when Mammon’s eyes swell with tears in fear of punishment just because Mammon dropped a glass plate in his eldest brother’s presence? Or how Satan and Belphie hate him so passionately that the idea of poisoning him or ridding his existence from their life excites them? You could feel it, and it made you feel like you were going to puke.

  And then there was the all-consuming need to be, in every sense of the word, perfect. His tie couldn’t be wrinkled in the slightest, because his appearance could never be anything short of flawless. His nails had to be perfectly manicured and painted with a crimson red, and if they couldn’t be, then they must be hidden. He had to watch where he walked and how he walked, because the idea of tripping or falling was mortifying to death. Everything about him - his image, his grades, his power, his influence, his love, his existence - had to be flawless. You knew this because you felt it with every ounce of your being.

  Without a second thought, you pushed your blankets off of yourself and stood, rounding your way around Lucifer’s enormous bed and making your way around to your lover. He didn’t so much as waver even at your presence in front of him, until it was your own hands that grabbed him and forced him not to keep his face hidden. As you did so, you knelt to the ground and positioned yourself in front of him, both of his hands clasped with one of yours, as you used the other hand to press his forehead to yours.

  There, you remained like that. Forehead to forehead, his hands intertwined with yours. Neither of your lips had connected, but you could feel each other’s breath against each other’s lips. Whether or not he wanted more would be his decision only, and you would be with him every step of the way.

  “If you’re hurt, just know that you always have me,” you spoke, barely audible over the pregnant silence of the room. Your words were for him and him alone. “You don’t need to be the strong one all of the time. Let me carry you, Lucifer. ”

  At your words, Lucifer wept. 

  Keeping his forehead pressed against yours, Lucifer silently wept. And it didn’t take long for you to cry either - after all, you could physically feel his pain. But in that moment, there was another thing you could feel within Lucifer’s emotions - comfort. Comfort to be in your presence. Comfort the second he felt your satin skin on his. Comfort to let the dam break and lay every ounce of his heartbreak and pain on you. Comfort to know that despite everything, that you love him, and that he loves you, and how irreversible that fact was. 

If you would’ve told the Avatar of Greed a thousand years ago that he’d be frozen in place for over fifteen minutes deciding whether or not to buy the red or the blue roses for a mere human, he would’ve knocked you out cold and laughed in your face while he stole all of your Grimm.

But this, Mammon assumed, had to be the biggest decision he’s made in his lifetime. 

Forced to choose between the only two colors left in the shop, Mammon was dumbfounded. Red was clearly the obvious choice to get you, since it so clearly represented everything he has ever felt about you since the second he laid his eyes on you - desire, attraction, perfection, and love. When he saw you, he felt faint from loving you so much. He could feel it in his stomach, his heart, and his soul. Such an undeniable fact it was - but showing that sort of love is easier said than done. So, back to square one.

Mammon’s eyes shifted to the blue roses as he sighed. What did the blue roses represent? Do they even have a meaning beyond something unique and fun to look at?! If there were a reason, it wasn’t coming to his attention - so he’d doubt you’d find any hidden reason behind it. You’d probably just think they were some cool, exotic Devildom flower, right? Hah! Exactly!

With about half a second of hesitation, his fingers slightly shifting to grab the red roses, he settled for the blue ones and began to check out.

Of course, Mammon wouldn’t be going through all this trouble for nothing. After you had returned to the Devildom after nearly a year of being gone once the exchange-student program ended, he had found himself more desperate for your attention - but so were his brothers. He had finally managed to score some alone time with you with a movie night in his room, and he wasn’t going to let that go to waste. Tonight was going to be unforgettable - and not a damn thing was going to get in the way of that.

“Now listen, you damn bastard,” Mammon huffed to himself as he trudged through the streets of the Devildom. “You ain’t going to screw this night up, ya hear?!” Lord Diavolo, what am I doing talking to myself?!

His palms started to sweat, and he had to physically restrain himself from gripping the bouquet or roses so he wouldn’t break them in half by the stems. But as he got closer and closer to home where you were waiting for him, he could feel his heart beating oh so rapidly in his chest.

Once he had opened the door to the House of Lamentation, he thought his heart was going to jump out of his chest. Mammon made a quick beeline for his room before any of his brothers could tease him and put more doubt into his head than he already had - he was nervous enough without that.

“Get it together, man,” Mammon groaned, “You’re The Great Mammon, what are ya getting so worked up over a human for, huh?! They’re gonna love everything! Of course they would! You ain’t gonna screw a thing up!”

But once Mammon opened the door to his room, he was goner.

Because there you were. His breath caught in his throat the second he saw you, and you hardly had to do a thing to provoke such a reaction. You were just sitting there on his couch, scrolling through your phone while you lazily munched on the bowl of popcorn sitting on your lap, but Mammon couldn’t help but feel that familiar fuzzy feeling in his chest that he got every time he saw you. Breathtaking.

“Hey, you!” You beamed, quickly setting your phone and bowl of popcorn down on the table as you stood and walked over to greet him. “I was totally going to finish the popcorn if you hadn’t come sooner, you know… wait, do I sound like Beel?”

“Hey, no mentioning my brothers tonight! You’re mine, you hear? Tonight, I mean…” Mammon could feel his cheeks burning already, and he had half a mind to wipe it away like it was physically possible. “Anyways, I uh…” Mammon hesitantly extended the bouquet of blue roses out to you, hoping to Lord Diavolo that your eyes wouldn’t catch his fingers trembling. “I got ya these flowers, MC… I-I wanted tonight to be special, because… you’re special to me , and I’m real glad you’re back home, you know? Back where you belong. So… here. Take ‘em, I got ‘em just for you.”

Mammon watched your mouth gape open in awe, and he couldn’t miss the sparkle in your eyes for the world. Once again, Mammon felt faint with how crazy in love with you he was. He sure as hell missed that look in your eyes, and he could hardly believe that he missed it for almost a year without dropping dead.

“Oh, Mammon, these are beautiful! You got these for me?” you grinned from ear to ear, now trying your hardest not to blush like a madman. “They’re gorgeous, thank you so much! But I didn’t get you anything, you should’ve told me we were exchanging gifts!”

“Hey now, it ain’t like that! You don’t have to get me a thing, okay?” The Avatar of Greed, not asking for something in return? Your existence is enough of a gift, MC. “I… I hope you like that they’re blue, MC. I know they ain't traditional or anything, but… I saw them and I thought of ya.”

You grinned up in awe at him. “I love blue.”

Mammon’s mouth curved into the biggest grin. “I love you, too, MC.”

Now wait a damn minute.

Except you didn’t say “I love you”.

THE FUCK DID I SAY ABOUT SCREWING UP, HUH?!

And now, Mammon felt like he could drop dead.

If Mammon wasn’t blushing before, he was on fire now - and it was impossible to hide. “Now - wait! Ya didn’t hear what ya think ya heard, okay? I said ‘I love blue’ too, alright! Don’t go twisting my words around in that puny little human brain of yours, ya hear? Hey! Stop smiling at me like that, I said -”

Before Mammon could say another word, you pulled the Avatar of Greed down until his lips were on yours - without warning, and without thinking twice about it. But it was right. Oh, it was so right . Mammon needed your breath as much as he needed his own, because your lips felt like home. Your lips against his was where they belonged, where they needed to be, and Mammon swore he could stay like this for forever and ever.

Suddenly, Mammon’s little screw up didn’t feel like such a bad thing anymore.

Pulling away from the kiss, you rested your forehead against his and smiled. “Let’s just watch the movie now, okay?”

Mammon couldn’t believe he was able to force any words out of his mouth, but yet he prevailed. “Ya gonna kiss me like that and think I’ll be paying any attention to the damn movie? How cruel of ya, MC.”

How cruel indeed.

But luckily for Mammon, the movie was oh so quickly forgotten about. 

  **

It wasn’t uncommon for Mammon to take you like this - without warning from the heat of the moment, expensive clothing ripped at the seams in a rushed effort to get you both undressed quicker, and hungry hands clawing at each other’s skin as he railed into you unforgivingly. In fact, it was more common than ever for Mammon to pull you into a random room in the house or school and fuck you in any way that he pleased - but this, you both knew, was different. It was animalistic, even.

To put it mildly, Mammon struck gold. From poker to blackjack to the slot machines, he was quite literally rolling in Grimm, and he felt as if his sin had never been so satisfied in his entire life. A Friday night at the casino turned into one of the best nights of his life, and he was all too convinced that it had everything to do with your presence. With your gentle hand in his, squeezing it for reassurance as he called out all the right moves and laid down the perfect cards, it was almost a given that his luck would never run out. Not with you at his side.

So, it’s not like Mammon could wait to kiss you so feverishly on the elevator ride up to your hotel room. The elevator door hadn’t even been closed before his hands were cemented on your waist and your legs were wrapped around his waist like it was the only place you belonged. Within seconds, your dress was hiked up to your stomach and Mammon’s slacks were around his ankles as he thrusted inside of you in one brutal go against the elevator wall, needing to feel the warmth in your slick walls the same way he needed air. 

“You look so good like this, human,” Mammon couldn’t hide the big fat grin forming on his lips while he pressed them against your neck, the pleasured cries escaping yours sounding like music to his ears as you wept into his shoulder. “So pretty on The Great Mammon’s cock, huh?”

Mammon’s pace was unforgiving and relentless as he continued to fuck you into your tight hole, his smile turning into a smirk as he unexpectedly pulled back and then snapped his hips forward, slamming into you roughly without warning. It was impossible to hide that beautiful moan that escaped your lips.

“That’s my good girl,” his lips traveled to yours, his teeth tugging at your bottom lip now. The taste he found from it made him feel like a goddamn winner all over again.  “That’s my very good girl.”

As Mammon continued to fuck you all the way to the next weekend, he couldn’t held but consider how lucky he was in this very moment. For winning thousands of Grimm in one night and satisfying his sin, of course - that’s a given, after all. But that wasn’t why the Avatar of Greed was feeling so lucky right about now. His greed was never limited to just money and gold, after all - at least not until you walked into the Devildom all that time ago. It wasn’t enough to simply have you around, or that you chose him over all of his brothers - Mammon wanted you every second of every hour, in any way that he could take you, as long as you would have him in return. To have you is to be the luckiest being in all of the three realms.

Within minutes, the coil inside of you both snapped as you shattered both in and against each other. Mammon coated your walls with thick layers of cum as he silenced your moans with a kiss that both defined you and consumed you, a kiss that said everything the two of you had ever felt about each other.

Mammon held you as tightly as possible as you both rode out the wave of your high - your blissful, perfect high. Slowly, the demon eased out of you and wrapped his arms around the small of your back, pressing your body as close to his as possible in a desperate attempt to have you as close as possible. If he could have it his way, there wouldn’t be a square inch of his skin that wasn’t covered by you.

If you weren’t so goddamn adorable and completely impossible to hate, Mammon would’ve cursed you for even making him consider missing a Saturday night at Caesars Palace. But alas, even with your stuffed-up nose and slight fever, Mammon somehow still found you hard to say no to.

Of course, he did still manage to say no to you, though only Lord Diavolo knows how hard that was. A Saturday night in Las Vegas with a more than generous sum on his human-realm credit card is hardly something that you can reject.

“C-Come on, human, you understand why I can’t stay, don’t ya?!” Mammon practically begged you to understand, allowing himself to sit on the very edge of your bed, desperately wishing he could peel his eyes off of your sad, human little body stuffed under a hundred blankets with a box of tissues by your bed before he felt any worse about the situation. “It’s Vegas, MC! Come on, don’t tell me you expect The Great Mammon to miss out on it! Besides, did’ja really think I wouldn’t spend my winnings on ya? I’ll take you out on a night in town once you’re feeling like yourself again! I promise ya!”

After an unexpected sniffle, you sighed. Honestly, you couldn’t lie and say it didn’t sting that Mammon was choosing a night out over you, because it did hurt. A part of you didn’t want to fault him - he’s the Avatar of Greed, so you can’t really blame him for giving into his sin, but still. It hurts. If he’s so willing to go against Lucifer’s wishes to take care of you while you’re ill to go out and gamble instead, then you weren’t going to argue with something that he was so clearly set on.

“Mammon, it’s fine,” you inwardly groaned at how weak and pathetic you sounded just then, and how it was practically a lie, but he said nothing about either. “It’s not a big deal, I promise. You got six other brothers who can help me if I need anything. I’m holding you to that night out once I’m better, though.”

“Six other broth-!” Mammon began to argue  - the idea of any one of his brothers taking care of his human in your time of need beginning to make him feel sick. However, you had just given him permission to bail, so he decided to bite his tongue at that. “I knew that you’d understand, MC! I promise ya that we’ll have a glamorous night out, anywhere you like. Ristorante Six even! I swear on ya!”

While that did sound nice, you were still disappointed. “Yeah, okay then.”

Mammon offered a warm smile before standing up, straightening up your comforter where he sat and then raising the edge of it and tucking you in. “Hey! Don’t you worry - not one bit. I’ll be back in no time. Don’t go dying on me or anything, because I won’t forgive ya if you do. So… get some sleep, and take your medicine. Okay?”

You smiled back at him before closing your eyes, not really wanting to be awake to think about this anymore. “Okay, Mammon. Good luck tonight.”

Shit, shit, shit - Mammon needed to get out of there now.

Mammon turned his heel and walked out of your room before he could dwell on his decision any further. He closed your door softly and then headed back toward his room where he would be entering the portal from the Devildom to the human realm, but his mind was just about everywhere else - like how helpless you looked under half a dozen blankets, or how fragile your voice sounded when you spoke, or how you looked like a kicked puppy when he told you he wasn’t going to take care of you, or how -

“Fuck, what are you doing, dude?!,” Mammon whispered through gritted teeth, practically stomping down the hall together, “Pull yourself together, damn it!” If he couldn’t pull himself together right before his big night over some weak, little human, then how the Devildom was he ever going to win big tonight?!

But then he thought about one of the last things you said right before he left - “You got six other brothers who can help me if I need anything.” , and that made Mammon silently seethe. He didn’t want any of his brothers taking care of you. He’s your first demon after all, and the one who was sworn to look after you and protect your life by any means necessary. The thought of Satan running you a bath or Beel making you soup almost made him sick himself, or if Lucifer himself came to your rescue because Mammon had failed you.

So, and without even really thinking about it, Mammon turned around and made a beeline for the kitchen. Within a few minutes, there he was, dressed to impress in cuffed black pants and a white button down with a credit card with thousands of dollars on it in his wallet, making canned soup for the human on the other side of the wall who metaphorically brought him to his very knees.

“Damn it, MC,” Mammon sighed, leaning against the counter while he waited for the soup to heat up on the stove. “What are you doing to me?”

  **

  When Mammon knocked on your door about fifteen minutes later, you expected it to be Levi, who you had texted and asked to bring you something to drink shortly after Mammon left.

“L-Levi?” your cracking voice attempted to shout out.

“Seriously, MC? You chose that otaku to take care of ya while I’m gone?!” Mammon scolded you behind a closed door. “You can’t be that dumb, human. You know what, I’m coming in!”

You almost didn’t believe that Mammon was behind the door until he was suddenly in your room with a bowl of what you presumed to be soup with one hand, and a cup of tea in the other - but lo and behold, there he was. Before you could respond, in typical Mammon fashion, he was already gloating in your ear.

“That’s right - your eyes ain’t deceiving ya - I choose you over making some bank! So you better be appreciative!” Mammon began, setting your soup and tea down on your nightstand. Now looking down at you with arms crossed, he continued his little rant. “You think Levi’s gonna take care of ya like I can? He probably hasn’t even checked his phone in hours cause he’s bingeing on some anime of his, I guarantee ya… Anyways, I’m your first man, and I don’t want you to rely on anybody ‘cept me, okay? The Great Mammon will take care of you whenever you need it, so… just, slap some sense into me next time I pull a dick move like that again, okay?”

You could hardly contain your smile. “I promise.”

Mammon couldn’t hide his blush even if he tried. “But you gotta promise me you’re not gonna get sick on me like this again - ‘cause I’m gonna be real mad at you if you make me miss Vegas again! I-In fact, you’re coming with me next time! Now, where’s your laptop? The Great Mammon’s gonna watch something with ya while you eat.”

You smiled and pointed to your desk, where Mammon promptly grabbed it while you shot Levi a quick ‘never-mind’ text. One he grabbed it, he crawled into your bed beside you and situated your laptop on his lap, now causing you to blush as he pulled you to his side.

“Wait, Mammon, I don’t want you to get sick, too,” you began to argue. “Maybe you shouldn’t get too close.”

“Ha! You think your human diseases have any effect on a great and powerful demon like me?” Mammon scoffed, slowly bringing your soup to his chest. “I’m hurt, ya know? Now… shut up and eat your soup, human. I need you to get better before I… start freaking out about losing ya, or something...”

Saying that last part a little bit too quietly and hoping that you wouldn’t hear it, Mammon slowly shoved a spoon of soup to your mouth, holding it steady and close to your lips for you to sip whenever you were ready.

If somebody would’ve told you a few months ago that the Avatar of Greed would be feeding soup to you, a snot-nosed human, instead of gambling until his heart was content at one of his favorite places in the world, then you would’ve told them they are absolutely and utterly insane. 

The night continued like that, with Mammon feeding you and raising your cup of tea to your lips, being mindful of the heat of both and being ever so careful not to spill any on your or your blanket. Once you were done with your meal, Mammon propped himself lower onto the bed and pulled you closer to his side, hoping to Diavolo that you wouldn’t look up at his flaming red cheeks as he wrapped a tight and protective arm around you as he kept his eyes locked and glued on the laptop screen, absentmindedly playing with the ends of your hair. Some show that you picked out was playing, but Mammon couldn’t bring himself to give a damn about even the title of it with your hand balled up on his chest like that.

“M-Mammon?” you muttered lazily against his chest, close to letting exhaustion consume you.

Mammon looked down at you. “Yeah? What is it, MC?”

You smiled into his shirt and closed your eyes, before saying one final thing before you let slumber become you, “Thank you for taking care of me, Mammon. I appreciate you more than you’ll ever know.”

If Mammon’s cheeks were flaming red before, then oh shit, they’re on fire now .

By that point, Mammon had concluded three things:

You look absolutely adorable when you fall asleep on his chest, even when you’re sick.

The next time that an opportunity presents itself to go to Las Vegas, he better be making some goddamn bank to make up for what he missed tonight.

Lucifer:

In typical sadist fashion, Lucifer would fucking love it if he found out that his darling little MC was actually super kinky. He doesn’t have a vanilla bone in his body - so the kinkier, the better.

Honestly, it didn’t really surprise him though. You’ve been so bold ever since you came to the Devildom - from pushing your way through demon affairs and literally jumping in front of his brothers to shield them from his anger, he had a feeling that you had a twisted side to you that you weren’t showing. You were always so sweet and caring to him and his brothers… but what are you really into, he always wondered?

So, once he realized your true side, it was like he was finally seeing heaven again.

Ultimately, he found out about your hidden side of you the night that you made a pact with him before you left the Devildom. It was so bold of you to stand up to his demon form and kiss him like that, and even more bold of you to agree to a night of being his.

With his hands running all over you, the light hitches in your breath and soft moans didn’t go unnoticed as his fingers drew on your sides, stomach, and thighs… but it was when his hand met your throat that he got the reaction he was looking for, as he watched your eyes flutter in utter bliss as you struggled for air.

“Oh? So that’s what gets your blood boiling, MC. You amaze me every day, you know that? Don’t worry, lover - the night is only beginning.”

Apart from Asmo, I think that Lucifer would be the perfect person to explore your kinkier side with. Being the big sadist that he is, you already know Lucifer is into power dynamics, dom and sub, and brat taming - so be prepared for your misbehavior and brattiness to be met with choking, spanking, and handcuffs.

Lucifer doesn’t have a filter, either - so if you’re into being talked to and degraded like a whore, you’ve got the perfect demon for that in Lucifer.

“Count to ten with me, MC. And don’t you dare think about opening that whore mouth of yours during your punishment. I warned you about interrupting me when I’m on the phone, did I not? Fucking count, MC. I won’t repeat myself.”

  Mammon:

Oh, boy. If you think that Mammon wasn’t greedy over your love and attention before, then you certainly would think so after he found out about your kinkier side.

He would be totally flustered at first, like… you want him to WHAT?!?!

Poor Mammon would have so many questions, though he’s not going to ask you at the risk of your answer involving any other person helping you explore your sexual desires. But how did you develop a kinky side?! Who taught you what THAT IS?! WHO CORRUPTED YOU?!

Okay… he took a few seconds to process the idea that his precious human is actually kinky as hell (no pun intended). Now he’s ready to rail the fuck out of you.

Mammon first learned about how kinky you were when you walked into his room one day and he was counting his stacks of human-world cash from a photoshoot he recently did. It was then that you crawled on his lap, pinned him down and begged him to fuck you on his hard earned money.

Mammon’s always been sort of gentle and careful with you during sex before just to be sure he would never hurt you or make you do anything you didn’t want to do - but now that you’re asking him to be absolutely filthy with you? Oh shit. Mammon fell in love with you all over again.

Normally, Mammon would have his qualms about doing anything that could ruin his precious money. However, there’s something about fucking you from behind with his hand tightly pulling your hair that makes him give less than a fuck about anything else.

“F-fuck, MC! You’re gonna be the death of me - who knew you had this side, huh? Fuck! MC - I’m so close!”

Aside from fucking on a pile of money, I definitely picture Mammon to be into public/semi-public sex, or being put in any situation where the two of you could get caught. If you’re into that sort of thrill, he’ll fuck you in the study, in the attic room, in his dressing room at a photoshoot, etc. You name it, and he’s game.

Also - cum. The demon loves to see his cum anywhere you’ll let spill out - your back, your stomach, your tits, your insides, or your mouth. Preferably, he likes to cum on your face - there’s truly no prettier sight in the world than seeing the seemingly-sweet MC blinded by him after he fucked your mouth like a champ. Oh, how he adores you.

  Leviathan:

R.I.P. Levi, because I think you just killed him. Just give him a minute - maybe he malfunctioned. Definitely time to reboot.

Similarly to Mammon, I think he would let his sin take over a little bit and start wondering how you came to your kinkier side, and will get jealous at the idea of past lovers, or the media that inspired your kinks.

So… you just gotta give him a little push, and really show him that Levi is the only one you want to explore your kinks with. After you’ve shown him that he’s the only demon for you, be prepared to break the… well, bathtub.

Levi discovered your kinky side when he was in the middle of a multiplayer game on his gaming PC. He was completely in the zone, and winning by a longshot too, when he suddenly felt his chair get pushed back and watch you get down on your knees. Within seconds, he was too focused on his seemingly-sweet MC choke on his cock while he struggled to suppress his moans so his mic wouldn’t pick them up. It was almost as hard as Levi was.

“F-fu.... No, nothing! I said push forward! F-fuck! I mean... fucking push forward, w-we haven’t lost yet! FUCK!”

After you made Levi lose a game he quickly lost interest in at the sight of you swallowing his cum, he fucked you so hard that you both knew you wouldn’t be walking tomorrow.

As far as kinks go, I really hope you’re into roleplay, because you know damn well that Levi is. Levi would love nothing more than to fuck you while you were dressed as one of his favorite anime or video game heroines, but he’d also be more than willing to simpler forms of roleplay as well.

I think that once Levi gets over his insecurities and becomes truly confident in himself and that you want to explore your kinks with him, that he would also reveal his kinky side to you. It would definitely be a reveal to you both.

Satan:

Satan had a feeling that the sweet little human who swept him and his brothers off of his feet was a lot kinkier than she was letting on. Satan is incredibly intelligent and a natural observant, so he didn’t miss the way your cheeks flushed when he called you kitten, or the way you’d cross your legs when you’d get to a spicy part in a book he recommended to you.

So, naturally, Satan tried to edge that side out of you slowly - he didn’t want to embarrass you by confronting you, so he’d do little things to tease you. Instead of recommending you books that ‘just so happened to have sex scenes’, he would start reading them to you all while slowling dragging his fingers down your arms and sides, admiring the way you’d tense in his arms and the way your skin would heat up.

“Oh? What are your thoughts on that… kitten? That’s not something you’d want to try is it? There’s no need to hide from me, you know.”

Cue a very, very long night of him fucking you raw into the mattress with your hands tied to the bedpost with one of his ties - just as described in the book he read to you. Satan was just happy that he was right about you, and how filthy you are being that sweet and innocent act of yours.

Satan would be down to try any of your kinks, assuming they weren’t childish or completely odd. Satan can get rough, so he has no qualms with inflicting pain and dominance with your given consent.

One-word: cockwarming. He’d cockwarm you while he read to you, that’s for damn sure. 

Oh, and another thing - Satan would mark the fuck out of you with love bites and hickies all across your body, if not for the way his little kitten would whimper and his lips sucked on your breasts, but to mark his territory as well.

  Asmodeus:

As expected, the Avatar of Lust would adore the fact that his sweet, innocent little MC was finally succumbing to their sexual desires in all of their beautiful glory. He would be so goddamn happy that the seemingly-sweet MC was actually a little freak… just like him!

If you ever wanted to explore your kinks with anyone without shame or rejection, then Asmo is the perfect demon to do so with, because he’d fuck you absolutely any that that you desired. He can be soft and slow with you, sure, but his favorite sex is when both him and his partner are fully expressing their wants and needs.

Asmo would know pretty early on that you were suppressing your kinky side and your most inner sexual desires, given his title as the Avatar of Lust. Much like Satan, he would try to pull them out of you. However, he’d do it in a much less subtle way.

One night after you made a date with Asmo for a movie night with skincare and nail painting included, or so you thought, you walked into his room to find the lights dim with red lighting and a pink box on his bed. Inside, you saw the box filled to the brim with every sex toy you could ever imagine. Asmo was practically beaming at your reaction alone.

However, it was when he saw tears brimming under your eyes and your chest heave rapidly as his newly bought vibrator fucked you and brought you to your second orgasm of the night that he nearly came at the sight alone. You just look so perfect when you finally admit your most beautiful sexual desires!

“Yes, MC! Look at you, darling - you’re so perfect! Don’t hide from me, princess, let’s cum together!”

As I said, Asmo would be down to try anything with you as long as it satisfied your desires. However, I think that he would be most down to experiment with toys, and with making a sex tape with you. That way, he could watch his beautiful MC cry out his name as you came around his cock whenever he wanted to.

  Beelzebub:

Oh, Beel would be surprised - that’s for damn sure. He’s so sweet and mindful of your health and safety, and would never want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable in any way, especially since he’s quite literally double your size and a foot taller than you. So naturally, Beel wouldn’t even consider you to be anything less than the sweet and innocent human he desperately loves to protect, unless he heard from you directly what you wanted him to do to you. 

So… when he found out that his size is actually a turn on to you, and that you literally want him to throw you around like a rag doll and fuck you like it was your last day in the Devildom? You can almost picture his cute, confused face.

However, once he realized that his size wasn’t intimidating to you, but actually a turn on? It absolutely became a turn on for him, too. Because sure, it’s nice to have you in his arms and know that he’s protecting you, but it’s even better hearing you scream and watching you cry as you struggle to take his huge cock inside of you.

“B-Beel, baby… you’re so big, I can barely-” “Don’t say that, pumpkin, I don’t want to cum yet… UH! MC…”

Well, this wouldn’t be a Beel headcanon if I didn’t include food play in it somewhere, now would it? That you two discovered accidentally while the two of you were baking a cake one day.

It was Beel’s turn to make dinner that tonight, but additionally, he wanted to make a three-layered chocolate cake for dessert to satisfy his cravings. You offered to help to spend some time with him, but also to make sure he didn’t swallow all of the ingredients down whole. While the ingredients didn’t end up in his mouth, they did end up just about everywhere else - your chests, his fingers, your neck… it wasn’t long until Beel was licking frosting off of your pussy like it was on the menu.

After that, foodplay became apart of your natural sex lives. Chocolate, whipped cream, fruit, pudding - you name it. It’s a definite win-win for you both.

In conclusion, I think Beel would be willing to try your kinks as long as they didn’t truly hurt you or cause you any long-lasting physical harm. He couldn’t bring himself to hurt you on purpose.

  Belphegor: 

Belphie would be someone you wouldn’t really expect to have a kinky side, but oh, he sure does. He has sadistic tendencies and can be a bit of a freak - so when he found out that you also can be a bit of a freak yourself, he wondered what other surprises you were full of. He had a feeling, of course - you were daring enough to stand up to Lucifer for his sake, so how daring would you be in the bedroom for him?

Belphie would be amused by it, for sure. That apart from enjoying being intimate by simply cuddling with him and taking long naps under cold blankets, that you also like to be tied up and fucked until you couldn’t take anymore? How could he not be amused by that?

Under your given consent while you were conscious, Belphie would absolutely fuck you while you were asleep. He’d fuck you nice and slow and watch as drool pooled at your lips and admire how wet your pussy got for him first thing in the morning, as if your body knew who it belonged to without you being awake. Bonus points if he decided to tie your hands to the bedpost, or if he decided to wrap a pillowcase around your eyes to further deprive your senses.

“Shhh. So fucking pretty for me, aren’t you sweetheart? And you’re not even awake to see how pretty you look on my cock - what a shame.”