Test The Bonds

Test the bonds

 GN!MC (They/Them, 2nds ppov)

Word Count: 605

“I never thought I’d find a second family to call my own. In Hell of all places. They love me. I think they genuinely care for me.” You whisper to yourself, but you still unlock the window to your room, pushing it far enough that it could easily be swung open later. You take a second to clear off your desk, sweeping everything into the drawer and making sure to put your chair back into place meticulously.

“Lucifer and I’ve reached a kind of mutual respect. Mammon takes me out on fun little dates to the amusement park and Levi’s always there to provide top tier escapism movies and games that he never minds sharing,” you continue to talk to yourself as you unlock your bedroom door, making sure to have a chair within arms reach of the door.

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The past will always come back to haunt you

“Come to the foyer, you have some guests,” was not a text MC ever expected to read, much less from Lucifer. But the group of demons and what seemed to be a handful of ghosts was an even bigger surprise, freezing MC at the top of the stairs.

“Um, hello,” they say hesitantly, slowly making their way down the stairs, not recognizing anyone besides Lucifer at the base of the stairs. “I’m sorry, but do I know any of you?” Mc asks, almost pulling into Lucifer’s side, some of these creatures were simply leaking with murderous intent, and the glares weren’t reassuring. The tallest one, a purple-pink billy goat looking monster opened his mouth, but Lucifer interjected. 

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the demon brothers when MC’s last words are outta pocket hcs

a/n: my first post on here yay! :D i hope y’all enjoy, i was talking to @anotakugardener and @bsdparadise about this and well these were born LMAO

characters: lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beezlebub, belphegor

genre: angst, crack

warnings: death, seggsual jokes😏, mc bein a true chad, they could be possibly ooc

there was an attack. an unpredictable one, where mc had been cornered on an unsuspecting street. a demon— a hungry and vicious one at that— had taken one look at them and lunged at them. the demon left gashes and teeth marks all over their body, but bolted before they could finish the job; the ominous footsteps approaching the scene had scared them into not finishing their meal.

MC is left bleeding out, laying on the cool cobblestone within the alleyway. one cough spews blood into the air, causing MC to slightly choke on the crimson liquid pooling in the back of their throat. their hearing fades in and out, as does their vision; the sight of the dark sky has frayed edges like a burnt photograph.

so this is it, they think to themselves.

muffled screams, the sound as if their head was underwater. the voice is one they recognize, a voice they’ve grown fond of.

he rushes over, dropping to his knees next to them. he had a feeling something would happen, but not even his gut instincts could prepare him for such a sight.

lucifer

- lucifer tries to keep calm, panic never helped a dying man. but there’s so much blood, is there a way to save them right now? his mind was racing a mile a minute, questions whirring past without answers.

- “lucifer,” MC coughs, blood dribbling from their lips, “there’s something i must tell you.”

- lucifer is quick to try and silence them,“MC you shouldn’t be wasting your breath-“

- “no, listen to me,” MC strains weakly, “lucifer i…i know you don’t wash your ass in the shower.”

- he’s taken aback by their comment. he almost doesn’t know what to say, they’re dying and now they’re talking about him washing his-

- “wha-“ he tries to speak, but they cut him off.

- “w-wash your ass, gross musty demon boy…”

- their pulse can no longer be found. and neither can lucifer’s dignity.

- when lucifer returns to the house of lamentation in a gloom and breaks the news to his brothers, all of them are devasted; completely broken.

- “lucifer, d-did they have any last words?” satan asks, trying to keep his voice steady.

- lucifer’s face darkens as he lowers his head, a red tint across his cheeks. he doesn’t dare answer.

- “lucifer? tell me what they said.” satan urges.

- “….”

- satan is beginning to lose his patience, gritting his teeth, “what did they say?!”

- there is no way lucifer can actually tell them, but he knows they won’t stop asking until he reveals the truth. he’s conflicted.

- meanwhile, MC watches from beyond stifling a laugh. will lucifer ever be able to pass on their last message? they may have to spend eternity watching to see.

mammon

**i sent this one to @obeythebutler already but i wanna use it again because i can’t stop laughing at it**

- his human? that's his human? bleeding out in the alleyway? it doesn't feel real, this can't be real.

- words are flying out of his mouth faster than he can comprehend them. chants of their name, pleas for them to stay alive, stutters of disbelief. he wonders if he'd be able to get them human medical services in time, there's no way he's letting them die here! they're not dying on his watch.

-mammon's state of denial as he cradles their head in his lap almost causes him to miss their quiet voice. he gasps, straining to hold back his sob as he looks down at them.

- "mammon...i have something to say, before i-"

- "no MC don't talk! you'll choke-- oh god, it's so big! h-how-"

- MC cuts his ramblings short by calling his name. he instantly stops, his lip quivering and tears running down his cheeks. they cough, splatters of blood landing on their chin. and then, they smile.

- "that's what she said."

- the color fades from their eyes. the smile slowly falls, the muscles in their body in full relaxation. they're gone.

- mammon can feel a laugh bubbling in his esophagus, but what comes out is a mix of a sob and chuckle. they're dead, but even when dying they were funny. how unfortunate.

- mammon goes back to the house of lamentation that night, absolutely heartbroken. the moment keeps replaying in his mind, and the more he remembers it, the harder he cries. but a wobbly smile somehow always makes it's way onto his face at the killer delivery.

- he explains to his brothers what happened, violent sobs racking his body. the brothers are speechless, each of them processing the news in different ways. lucifer, as much as he wants to scold mammon and hang him by his feet, he simply asks if they had any last words.

- "t-they said...that's what she said!" mammon wails.

- belphie, who was trying to muffle his cries, instantly starts snickering. goddamnit, MC, he thinks.

- they watch from beyond, laughing at belphie's conflicted state. at least they left them with a lasting memory of how goated they are.

levi

- the rare time levi leaves his room, just to have his vision filled with the sight of MC's bloody body. no amount of video games could prepare him for this.

- he's almost scared to touch them, like contact from him would make it worse. the tears fall from his eyes before he can attempt to stop them. he's frozen. what is he supposed to do? they're dying!

- his eyes spot the giant gash on their stomach, causing the color to drain from his already pale face. this is a lot more than what ruri-chan bandaids can fix.

- "levi..." they cough, springing levi from his thoughts.

- "y-yes MC! i'm right here, i-it's gonna be okay!"

"levi...find candice." they weakly say.

- "c-candice? who's candice?" he asks with a watery voice.

- levi doesn't leave his room hOW IS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHO CANDICE IS??

- "f-find...candice." they repeat with a cough.

- "w-who's candice?!" he asks again, a bit frantic.

- "candice...weiner fit in your mouth." MC smiles, a chuckle taking up their last breath.

- levi sits there speechless, from both disbelief and disgust. he can't believe such a lame joke could be their last words, but at the same time he's ashamed he fell for it.

- his tears fall onto their cold skin like a light rain shower and his cheeks burn. how is he supposed to explain this to his brothers? it's both devastating and embarrassing!

- MC watches from beyond, a slight smirk sitting on their lips. they beat him at his own meme game. a victorious day indeed.

satan

- he's gonna rip them to shreds. whoever did this is not living to see another day. they did this to them...

- satan's wrath was boiling, rising to the surface. he holds MC in his arms, their cold body only making his heat to intense temperatures. he almost doesn't know what to say. there's nothing he could say to make this any better.

- he wracks his brain for any spells he remembers that can rapidly heal someone, but he struggles to remember the ingredients and incantations in his panicked state.

- "satan...it's okay." MC smiles weakly.

- "no! no, MC, this isn't okay at all!" he exclaims.

- he grits his teeth, trying to maintain his composure in front of them. his anger won't help right now, he knows this.

- "i'm gonna die. it's okay, satan."

- "how can you say that?" he practically whispers, a lump building in his throat.

- "listen please. i...need to say something." MC pleads with a cough.

- "stop...talking. please." satan screws his eyes shut, his cries being ignored.

- “i love you, satan. you...and you’re tiny peepee”

- his eyes fly open. they said what?

- they stop moving, their breath no longer able to be felt. satan feels so conflicted; on the one hand he feels completely devastated. on the other, he feels anger towards the demon who did this to them. and on the other other hand he feels offended that they called his dick small.

- the tears continue streaming down his face as he deadpans. that's not what you said last night, he thinks. he quickly shakes his head, no they just died! but my dick isn't small! goddamn you, MC.

- MC watches from beyond cackling. they can only imagine the thoughts going through satan's mind, they can practically hear them all.

asmo

- asmo has never run so fast. he was instantly by their side, shaky hands careful when touching them. his new nail polish color was eerily similar to the color of their blood.

- asmo had found himself rendered speechless around them a couple times, but none of those memories could compare to this one. he always said red was their color, but now he couldn't stand the sight of it.

- "oh MC! oh my god, what happened? w-what do i do?!" asmo's questions were rapid firing, before quickly coming to a halt.

- MC's quiet, straining voice reaches his ears, "a-asmo, unlock my D.D.D."

- asmo's eyes widen, his hands quickly reaching for their D.D.D, "oh yes! let's call lucifer, he can get human medical service-"

- when asmo unlocks the device, his frantic speech is cut off by the loud techno of a song. he freezes. what's going on? why is this song playing? and why can't he turn it off? THERE'S AN EMERGENCY WHAT'S GOING ON-

- "MC i-i can't turn off the-"

- "we're no strangers to loooove, you know the rules, and so do iii~" two voices sing from a small distance behind asmo.

- asmo's head darts to the opening of the alleyway expecting to see the owners of the voices. they sounded oddly familiar. he watches the shadows grow on the cobblestone, but before he can see anyone appear, he feels a weak hand on his cheek.

- he turns back to MC, the tears in his eyes making it very hard to see them. their voice fills his ears, but he doesn't really know how to feel about it.

- "never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, n-never gonna run around and...desert you..." they sing, their eyes slowly closing.

- their hand drops from his face, the cold feeling of their skin leaving his cheek. he sobs; he can't believe they're gone. in utter disbelief and immense grief, he hears the two voices from earlier grow closer. he turns his head towards them and his eyes widen at who it is.

- "never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye, never gonna-- woah woah asmo what happened?" solomon asks, looking down at MC.

- "they're dead! and this stupid song hasn't stopped playing!" asmo wails, gesturing to the discarded D.D.D

- "oh my goodness, stay here asmo! we'll grab human medical services!" simeon exclaims before he and solomon run out of the alleyway.

- the song finally stops playing for some reason, leaving asmo to grieve in silence. his sobs fill the air as he pulls MC's lifeless body closer. he can't believe they're gone...at least the song stopped, though

- or so he thought. another song plays instead, the techno once again filling the air.

- "i just died in your arms tonight~"

- asmo starts wailing even louder

- meanwhile, from beyond MC struggles to hold in their laughter. they didn't necessarily mean for that song to play, but the irony was too rich.

beel

- no. no, not again. oh god, not again!

- those are the only thoughts running through beel's head when he finds them. his vision narrows and all he can see is MC and the blood pooling around them. please, not them! not another, he thinks.

- his hands immediately start applying pressure to the biggest gash on their body as he frantically asks them what happened. a conflict in his mind of wanting to hear their voice, but not wanting them to speak and instead save their breath. the questioned slipped out his mouth before he could finish processing it.

- "i-it was ligma, beel." they reply weakly.

- ligma? were they a new student at R.A.D? he's surely never heard of them. beel shakes his head, those thoughts don't matter right now.

- "d-don't speak anymore! save your breath MC!" beel frantically exclaims, seeing the blood continuing to spill through the cracks in his fingers.

- "it was ligma." they repeat, coughing up blood.

- "ligma?" he asks, assuming the name is important.

- "yeah, l-ligma...ligma balls." MC practically whispers, their last breath stolen with the wind.

- "MC? MC! no, please no!" beel cries.

- their last words struggle to process in his brain. ligma balls...whoever they are, they won't go unpunished.

- for the first time that beel can recall, he's not hungry; not in the slightest. the grief swimming in his stomach has consumed every square inch. ligma balls, you won't get away with this.

- from beyond, MC watches with a smile of amusement. they know beel would be a bit too dense for the joke, so they look forward to seeing what events will take place due to the mysterious ligma balls

belphie

- he must be dreaming. yes, that must be it. another nightmare, but this time about MC and not lilith. yes, it's all a nightmare.

- but if it's a nightmare, how come he can clearly feel the silkiness of their hair, and the blood coating his hands when he tries applying pressure to the large gash on their chest. no nightmare could feel this real, out of every one he's ever had, it's never been so surreal.

- the disbelief makes his mind spiral, blaming himself again for yet another death. if he would've went with them tonight then he could've protected them, and he wouldn't have to sit here with this annoying lump in his throat.

- only one thought in his mind remains a constant; vengeance.

- "w-who did this to you?" he asks shakily.

- "belphie it was-" they pause, coughing up blood, "it was joe."

- a name. belphie can feel his hands shaking, but he can't tell if it's from his anger or his panic.

- "WHO'S JOE? I'LL KILL THEM-" belphie grits his teeth, but they cut him off.

- "joe mama..." MC says, breathless.

- the rise and fall of their chest stops, water droplets mixing with the blood splattered on their face.

- belphie's shoulders shake, his sobs mixing with a silent laugh. what kind of person makes a joe mama joke while they're dying? MC, apparently. he can't tell if he's more impressed that they pulled off the joke or pissed that he fell for it.

- damn MC, what a chad. you'll be dearly missed.

- they watch from beyond with a smirk, they finally fuckin got him. if the circumstances were different, MC would be rubbing it in his face.

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"you should be at the club" I should be working on my fanfic

A Game of Hearts

a/n: this was a random thought that I had when I was listening to music, I figured it would make a good story. Enjoy.

Inspired by the song break up with your girlfriend, I’m bored by Ariana Grande

Hints of All x MC. Leviathan x Succubus(yes, there’s mentions of them kissing). Endgame is Leviathan x MC.

Cw: Smut, Dom!Levi, kinda brat!MC, Manipulative!Levi, Manipulative!MC(everyone is manipulative here), Jealous!MC, Possessive!Levi, sprinkle of yandere and obsessive love, Levi having two dicks, Double Penetration, Anal Sex, Levi’s Tail, a bit of degradation(the use of the word slut is used once), Fem!MC, kinda ooc.

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You got me some type of way (Hmm) Ain't used to feelin' this way (Mmm-mmm) I do not know what to say (Yeah, yeah) But I know I shouldn't think about it

You knew exactly how each of the brothers felt about you, and you knew you were playing a dangerous game. Their affections weren’t subtle—they radiated from them like heat from a flame. And yet, despite the intense emotions swirling around you, it was impossible to choose just one. If it were up to you, you’d have them all, but you understood that wasn’t how things worked, especially not with demons as possessive as they were.

Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy, was a particularly complicated case. He had always been your favorite, even if you never said it out loud. There was a magnetic pull between you two that neither of you could deny, but it was a constant dance of push and pull. You knew he hated the situation—hated that he couldn’t claim you as his own, but what could he do? You weren’t his, and he knew it.

They all tried to win you over in their own ways. Lavish gifts, words of devotion, subtle touches meant to stake a claim—they spared no effort in their pursuit of you. And while you appreciated their affection, it wasn’t enough to make you choose. You flirted, you teased, you kissed each of them on occasion, but you never went further than that. No matter how much they wanted you, you refused to be anyone’s possession.

One afternoon, after a week of intentionally keeping your distance, you found yourself standing outside Leviathan’s room. You hesitated for a moment before knocking, almost reluctant to admit how much you had missed him. “It’s me, Levi,” you called softly.

There was a brief silence before his voice came through the door, low and cautious. “Come in.”

You pushed the door open and stepped inside, a familiar sense of comfort washing over you as you entered his space. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the glow of his massive TV screen, where an anime played in the background. Leviathan was lounging in his favorite beanbag chair, eyes fixed on the screen.

He glanced at you briefly, acknowledging your presence before returning his gaze to the show. His lack of reaction caught you off guard; normally, he’d be flustered, his cheeks tinged with that adorable blush you loved so much.

A pout tugged at your lips as you crossed the room and settled yourself on his lap, draping your arms around his neck. You could feel the warmth of his body through his clothes, the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. “I’ve missed you,” you murmured, nuzzling closer to him.

The response was immediate. Leviathan stiffened beneath you, and then, as if on cue, his face flushed a deep shade of red. “Y-you can’t just say stuff like that out of nowhere!” he stammered, his voice shaky. His arms hesitated before they finally wrapped around your waist, holding you close as if he were afraid you might slip away.

You giggled, pleased with the reaction you had coaxed out of him. His earlier indifference had stung, and you were glad to see the familiar awkwardness return. This was the Leviathan you knew and adored—the one who got so easily flustered in your presence.

“U-um, I-I missed you too,” he mumbled, his breath warm against your hair. He took a deep, steadying breath, as though gathering the courage to say something important. His fingers fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, a nervous habit you had come to recognize.

“I-I have to tell you something,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You pulled back slightly to look at him, noticing the seriousness in his eyes. It wasn’t like Leviathan to be so somber, and it set off alarm bells in your mind. You hoped he wasn’t about to bring up the topic of exclusivity again. That conversation never ended well, and you weren’t in the mood for another argument.

But what he said next wasn’t at all what you expected. “I-I have a girlfriend.”

For a moment, you froze, his words not quite registering. A girlfriend? Leviathan? You blinked, trying to process the information as he continued speaking, his words a blur in your ears. Something about how they met, her name, little details that normally would have piqued your interest, but all you could focus on was the fact that Leviathan, your Leviathan, had found someone else.

“Well, congratulations!” you said, forcing a bright smile onto your face as he finished talking. Your voice sounded cheerful, almost too cheerful, but inside, a storm was brewing. Anger, confusion, and something else—something darker—twisted in your chest. You hadn’t expected this. You hadn’t prepared for it. And now, the realization that Leviathan had given his affection to someone else was like a punch to the gut.

Making up a quick excuse, you slipped out of his room and retreated to your own, the smile dropping from your face the moment you closed the door behind you. You were seething. Was it fair to be angry? Probably not. After all, you had been the one to refuse exclusivity, the one who had kept toying with him and his brothers. But logic didn’t matter right now. What mattered was that Leviathan had done something you hadn’t anticipated, and it felt like a betrayal.

Were you a hypocrite? Yes, absolutely. You could admit that. But did you care? Not in the slightest.

But now, as you sat on the edge of your bed, staring blankly at the wall, a new thought began to form in your mind. Was his having a girlfriend really going to stop you from getting what you wanted? The thought should have brought guilt—after all, you liked to think you were a good person, someone with morals. But as the idea took root, you realized with a dark thrill that you didn’t care about being good, not when it came to Leviathan.

His little girlfriend was nothing more than an obstacle, and you were more than ready to remove it. If you had to ruin his relationship to get what you wanted, then so be it. Sacrifices had to be made, and this one would be worth it.

A slow, wicked smile spread across your lips as you began to plot, your mind already racing with possibilities. Leviathan wouldn’t know what hit him.

Took one fuckin' look at your face (Hmm) Now I wanna know how you taste (Mmm-mmm) Usually don't give it away (Yeah, yeah) But you know I'm out here thinkin' 'bout it

From that day on, you made it your mission to spend as much time with Leviathan as possible, even if it meant brushing off his brothers’ constant invitations. They would text or call, suggesting movie nights, outings, or even simple walks, but you always found a way to politely decline. Each time, you used some excuse or another to make your way to Leviathan’s room instead.

Leviathan was a shut-in by nature, and you knew that. His room was his sanctuary, a place where he could immerse himself in his beloved anime and video games. He rarely went out unless it was something important, which is why it shocked you to discover he had plans with her—plans that involved leaving the house. The mere thought of it irked you, so you intervened in the only way you knew how: with a pout and a whine.

You’d perfected the art of manipulation, and Leviathan was particularly susceptible to your charms. Every time you pouted, his resolve would crumble. “I was really looking forward to spending time with you,” you would say, your voice soft and full of unspoken longing. And every time, without fail, he would relent, canceling his plans with her to stay with you in his room instead.

The dark satisfaction that ran through you with each victory was intoxicating. You had him wrapped around your finger, and you relished in that power.

Despite your efforts, you never crossed any physical boundaries with him. It wasn’t out of restraint or respect, but rather a calculated move on your part. You knew how to keep him on edge, how to keep him wanting more without actually giving him what he desired. You’d tease him relentlessly, brushing your fingers against his skin, leaning in close as if you were about to kiss him, only to pull away at the last second. You could see his self-control cracking, bit by bit, with each encounter. But you were patient, willing to wait until the moment was perfect.

This little game of yours continued for weeks, each day bringing you closer to the inevitable confrontation with her. It was only a matter of time before you crossed paths, but you never expected it to happen the way it did.

You had been lounging in the common room when you heard the front door open and the unmistakable sound of someone entering Leviathan’s room. Your phone buzzed almost immediately, the group chat with the brothers erupting with messages. They were all shocked, practically in disbelief that a pretty succubus had come to see Leviathan.

Your annoyance flared instantly, the idea of her being in his room—your space—infuriating. You pushed yourself off the couch and made your way to his door, the irritation simmering just beneath your calm exterior. You knew what was happening behind that door, and the thought of interrupting them filled you with a twisted sense of pleasure.

Without hesitation, you flung open the door and strode inside. The scene before you was exactly what you expected: the succubus was straddling a half naked Leviathan in his oversized bathtub, her shirt discarded to the side, and her hands fumbling with the waistband of his pants. Leviathan looked dazed, his face flushed, and his eyes half-lidded. But the moment the door opened, both their heads snapped in your direction.

You played the innocent card, quickly feigning shock and embarrassment as you prepared to leave. “Oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize anyone else was here!” Your voice was high-pitched, trembling just the right amount to sell the act. Inside, you were sneering, pleased with the chaos you had just unleashed.

“N-no! W-wait!” Leviathan yelped, his voice cracking with panic. He practically shoved the succubus off of him, scrambling to pull his shirt back on as he rushed toward you. His movements were frantic, desperate to keep you from leaving.

You turned back, feigning surprise as you tilted your head to the side, studying his expression. You hadn’t expected him to react so strongly—you thought he would let you leave, maybe even feel a little guilty. But here he was, panicking at the thought of you walking out.

His face was a deep shade of red, his eyes wide with anxiety. “D-did something happen? I-I wasn’t expecting you today.”

You decided to take your performance up a notch, letting out a mournful sigh as you averted your gaze. “I just wanted to hang out with you,” you murmured, your voice laced with sadness. You blinked up at him with wide, doe eyes, adding softly, “But I didn’t mean to interrupt anything. I’m sorry.”

Leviathan’s reaction was immediate and predictable. He visibly melted and his blush deepening as his expression softened with guilt. He glanced over his shoulder at the succubus, who was now hastily pulling her shirt back on, her frown deepening with every passing second.

You caught the way she looked at you—like she wanted nothing more than to throw you out of the room. But you held all the power here, and Leviathan’s next words confirmed that.

“N-no! You didn’t i-interrupt anything! Y-you can stay,” he insisted, his voice trembling with desperation. He hesitated for a moment before wrapping his arms around you in a tentative hug, as if trying to reassure you that he wasn’t mad. You smirked inwardly, savoring the victory as you nestled closer to him.

The moment was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. You felt Leviathan flinch, but he didn’t release you. Instead, he turned to face the succubus, still keeping one arm securely around your waist. His posture was protective, almost as if he were shielding you from her.

You took the opportunity to scan her from head to toe, taking in every detail. She was a classic beauty, with shapely curves, delicate horns, and dainty wings that twitched with irritation. Her eyes were sharp, narrowed as she assessed the situation, clearly not pleased with how things were unfolding. The frown on her face deepened when she saw how close you were to Leviathan, her gaze flicking between you and him with growing anger.

Leviathan seemed to tighten his hold on you, his grip on your waist firm as he introduced you. “This is MC,” he said, his voice a little steadier now, though you could still hear the remnants of his earlier panic.

“Hi! Nice to meet you,” you chirped, flashing a cheerful smile as you gave her a small wave. You didn’t bother to remember her name when she introduced herself—her words were irrelevant, lost on you as you tuned her out.

And so, you found yourself practically sitting in Leviathan’s lap as the three of you watched anime together. The succubus sat on his other side, though there was a noticeable distance between them. Every time she tried to scoot closer, Leviathan would subtly shift away, his attention completely focused on you. You could practically feel her seething, her humiliation and anger palpable as she realized that her boyfriend wanted a human woman closer to him than her.

You could barely contain your amusement, a smirk threatening to break through as you basked in the satisfaction of your victory. You had won this round, and the look on her face made it all the sweeter. You were having so much fun.

Break up with your girlfriend (Girlfriend) Yeah, yeah, ’cause I’m bored You could hit it in the mornin’ (Mornin’) Yeah, yeah, like it’s yours I know it ain’t right But I don’t care (Care)

By now, you were certain that Leviathan’s girlfriend despised you. It was impossible for her not to. You had made it your mission to intrude every time she visited his room, your timing so impeccable that it was almost as if you had a sixth sense for it. At first, you would catch them in compromising positions—her leaning in close, her lips just a breath away from his, or her hands trailing down his chest. But soon enough, they learned to expect your interruptions.

Now, whenever you burst into his room, you would find Leviathan on his computer, immersed in a game, or sitting a safe distance away from her while they watched anime together. It was almost laughable how far apart they sat. You had also succeeded in preventing him from going on dates with her. Whenever he had plans, you would intervene with a well-timed pout or a request for his company, and, like clockwork, he would cancel on her to stay with you.

Despite her growing resentment, you continued to spend all your time with Leviathan, even when she was there, sitting silently in the corner. Initially, your actions were driven by anger—an irrational fury that someone else was stealing Leviathan’s attention away from you. But over time, those feelings morphed into something deeper, something you hadn’t anticipated: you were falling in love with him.

Maybe this was always meant to happen, a slow-burning affection that would have eventually surfaced on its own. But seeing him with someone else accelerated the process, forcing you to confront your feelings sooner than you had expected.

The other brothers, who once fought for your attention with relentless flirting and playful banter, eventually began to understand the change in your priorities. They stopped inviting you out, the once overt and shameless advances they made towards you becoming subdued, almost hesitant. It wasn’t that they didn’t care for you anymore—they did, deeply—but they could see that your affection now belonged elsewhere. And so, they reluctantly stepped back, some more willingly than others.

You found it easy to brush off their advances now, your feelings for them transforming into a comfortable friendship. They were friends, nothing more, and you only had eyes for one demon.

With Leviathan, however, things were different. You began to escalate your flirting, pushing the boundaries of what had once been innocent teasing. Every time you were alone with him, you upped the stakes—brushing your fingers along his arm, letting your hands linger on his shoulders, or sitting a little too close to him.

You could see the effect it was having on him, the way his breath would hitch whenever you leaned in, the way his hands would twitch as if he were restraining himself from pulling you closer.

Each encounter left him more desperate than the last, his need for you growing with each passing day. He would pull you into his lap at every opportunity, his grip on your hips firm and possessive. There were moments when he came so close to kissing you, his lips hovering just inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin, and you could feel the tension crackling in the air between you.

But everything came to an abrupt halt nearly three months into your little game. It was a quiet evening, the kind where time seemed to slow down, and the outside world felt far away.

You were in Leviathan’s room, nestled comfortably on his lap in his oversized bathtub. The atmosphere was relaxed with you scrolling absentmindedly through your D.D.D, checking messages and updates, while he sat behind you, his arms loosely wrapped around your waist as he read one of his favorite mangas.

You knew it was time to push a little further, so with a mischievous glint in your eye, you locked your D.D.D and set it aside. Shifting your weight, you straddled his lap, feeling the heat radiating between you as you pressed your body closer. Your lips found the sensitive skin of his neck, planting a soft kiss that made his breath hitch.

The reaction was instant, subtle but unmistakable, as he slowly set the manga down beside the bathtub, all his attention now on you.

His hands moved with deliberate intent, pulling you tighter against him until your chests were pressed flush together. The firm pressure of his hand as it squeezed the swell of your ass beneath your skirt sent a shiver down your spine. His voice, low and dark, whispered in your ear, “You really are a brat who likes to play games.”

The words hung in the air, and you froze, momentarily caught off guard by the sudden shift in his demeanor. It was as if a switch had flipped inside him, transforming the shy, awkward otaku you knew into someone rough and commanding.

His grip tightened possessively, and you felt a rush of adrenaline at the realization that he was no longer just playing along. He knew. And he was going to make sure you knew it too.

Trying to regain some semblance of control, you retorted, “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

A scoff escaped his lips as he nipped harshly at your earlobe, the sudden sting making you squeak in surprise. His other hand found your waist, guiding your hips over the growing bulge beneath his sweatpants. The hardness you felt made your mouth water with anticipation, and you couldn’t help but grind your aching, clothed core against him, seeking friction.

“Did you think I didn’t notice your little schemes?” His voice rumbled with amusement, his breath hot against your skin as he began trailing kisses along your neck, each one a slow, deliberate mark of his claim. “Really, it was adorable.”

Your face flushed with indignation, the heat spreading down your neck as you tilted your head, exposing more of your throat to him despite yourself. “You knew, and yet you continued.”

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through your chest. “It was hot, seeing you get jealous like that,” he admitted with a nonchalant tone that only fueled your frustration.

His lips found your jaw, nipping gently as his demon form began to emerge. You felt his claws brush against your skin as he hitched up your skirt, and before you could protest, he used one sharp claw to slice through the delicate fabric of your panties. The sudden sensation sent a thrill through you as he effortlessly discarded the ruined garment.

Determined to reclaim some power, you narrowed your eyes and bit down hard on the junction between his neck and shoulder. The action drew a throaty moan from him. It annoyed you that he had known all along what you were up to, and you took your frustration out on his skin, sucking harshly until you were sure your marks would be there for days.

Satisfied with your handiwork, you finally lifted your head, expecting him to retaliate. He leaned in to kiss you, but you tutted, turning your head away with a mock sigh of sadness. “I should probably leave,” you teased, feigning regret. “You still have a girlfriend, so I can’t do this with you.”

You began to lift yourself off his lap slowly, testing his reaction, and it was immediate. A dark growl escaped his throat as he nearly slammed you back down, his grip on your hips bordering on painful. The intensity of his actions sent a jolt of arousal through you, and you had to bite back a moan.

“Don’t you dare leave,” he growled, his eyes narrowing dangerously. His hands tightened their hold on your hips, and you could already feel the bruises forming beneath his fingers. Without releasing you, he fished his D.D.D from his pocket, as he swiftly typed out a message. He shoved the screen in your face as if daring you to question him.

Your eyes widened as you read the text he’d sent to his girlfriend: “We’re done. Don’t contact me again.” The notification that he had blocked her followed, a finality that made your heart race.

You couldn’t help but hum in satisfaction, your lips curling into a pleased smile. At your acknowledgment, he tossed his D.D.D aside with little care, his full focus returning to you. Leaning in, you brushed your lips against his teasingly and whispered coyly, “I guess you can have me now.”

He didn’t hesitate. His lips crashed against yours with a desperate, hungry need that made your head spin. The kiss quickly turned heated, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip, drawing a gasp from you. His tongue plunged into your mouth, starting a fierce battle for dominance. You fought back briefly, savoring the taste of him, but it wasn’t long before you found yourself willingly surrendering. The way he took control made you whine in pleasure, your lips swollen and slick with spit by the time he finally pulled away.

Impatience flickered in his eyes as he hastily yanked off his shirt, flinging it aside without a second thought. Your gaze darkened with desire as you drank in the sight of his sculpted chest, your eyes tracing the defined ridges of his abs as they flexed with every movement. Years of swimming and rigorous training with his fleet had honed his body and you couldn’t help but marvel at how sexy he looked.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips when he reached for your shirt, his hands nearly tearing the fabric in his rush to remove it. He discarded it with the same urgency as his own, and you felt a thrill of anticipation race through you.

Your fingers quickly unclasped your bra, knowing that if you hesitated for even a moment, it would be ripped apart just like your panties. Now, with only your skirt remaining, you were almost completely exposed before him. The sight of him still clad in his sweatpants only heightened your sense of vulnerability, making your skin prickle with anticipation.

You sank to your knees, sliding down between his thighs, your focus zeroing in on the prominent bulge straining against the soft material of his sweatpants. Your hands trembled slightly as you reached for the waistband, eager yet nervous, and you slowly tugged it down, revealing his cock. The sight that greeted you made your breath catch in your throat—it wasn’t just one, but two thick, pulsing lengths, both flushed an angry red at the tips and glistening with precum.

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you couldn’t stop yourself from looking up at him, questioning. For a brief moment, you saw a flicker of anxiety in his gaze, as if he feared your reaction. But when you gave him a soft, reassuring smile and wrapped your hand around his upper cock, the tension in his shoulders melted away. Relief washed over him as he saw that you weren’t disgusted or frightened, only intrigued.

Determined to show him just how much you wanted this, you shifted your focus back to his cocks. You gently traced your finger along the tip of his upper length, feeling the slickness of his precum as you spread it down the shaft. A low gasp escaped his lips, and you reveled in the sound. Leaning forward, you parted your lips and engulfed the tip of his lower cock, swirling your tongue around the sensitive flesh as you began to suck, drawing a deep groan from him.

Your hand continued to stroke the upper cock in slow, deliberate movements, your fingers squeezing and releasing in rhythm with the motions of your mouth. As you worked to take more of him into your mouth, you were suddenly jolted by the unexpected sensation of his tail brushing against your clit. A sharp gasp escaped you, your body tensing at the sudden pleasure.

“Fuck, just like that,” Leviathan groaned, his voice thick with need. His hands tangled in your hair, the grip firm but not painful, as he urged your head down, pushing more of his lower cock into your mouth. His tail, meanwhile, continued its slow, teasing journey along your slit, the tip of it gently prodding at your entrance before finally slipping inside your wet heat.

A whimper of need escaped you as his tail began to thrust inside you, each movement sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You quickened the pace of your hand on his upper cock, your fingers twisting occasionally as you bobbed your head, trying to take him deeper into your mouth. The taste of him, salty and slightly bitter, coated your tongue as you struggled to keep up with his demanding pace. When his cock hit the back of your throat, you gagged, the sound muffled but audible.

The reaction only seemed to spur him on. Levi tightened his grip on your hair, holding you in place as he started to thrust more roughly into your mouth, his hips snapping forward with a force that left you breathless. The wet, lewd sounds of your gagging filled the room, mingling with his harsh breaths and the steady rhythm of his tail thrusting into your cunt. Each movement of his tail was precise, the tip of it rubbing against your sweet spot with every thrust, driving you closer to the edge.

Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction, and you could feel the coil of pleasure tightening in your belly. Every inch of your body was on fire, your senses overwhelmed by the combined sensations of his cock filling your mouth, his tail fucking you from behind, and the raw, unrestrained desire radiating from him.

A whine of disappointment escaped your lips as Leviathan’s tail slid out of your cunt, leaving you feeling empty. Slick with your fluids, the tail glistened in the dim light as it moved up, tracing a teasing path to your ass. Your eyes widened in surprise as it circled your tight hole, and when it began to slowly press inside, the sensation was shocking, but far from unwelcome. The unexpected intrusion only made your arousal spike, a fresh wave of wetness pooling between your thighs.

Leviathan’s pace didn’t falter as he continued to fuck your mouth, his hips thrusting steadily as your hand worked to jerk off his upper cock. You could feel the tension building in his body, a sign that he was close to release. The desperate way his upper cock pulsed in your hand and the way his lower cock throbbed against your tongue told you he was on the brink.

Just when you anticipated the rush of his cum filling your mouth, he abruptly pulled you off his cock, his grip firm as he made you release his other one just before he could finish. Despite this, his tail didn’t miss a beat, continuing its relentless thrusting in your ass, keeping you on the edge.

A soft, frustrated mewl escaped you, your teary eyes pleading as you looked up at him—you had wanted to taste him, to feel the hot spurts of his cum in your mouth. He chuckled at your expression, running a hand through his indigo hair, pushing back his sweat-soaked bangs to get a better look at you. His chest heaved, glistening with sweat that trickled down the ridges of his abs, and he finally peeled off his sweatpants completely, tossing them aside.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he cooed, his voice laced with both amusement and lust as his finger traced the curve of your lower lip. “I want to cum inside your tight cunt and ass.”

The heat in your body intensified at his words, a deep flush spreading across your cheeks as a needy moan slipped from your lips. Even as his tail withdrew from your ass, leaving you stretched and wanting, you couldn’t suppress the anticipation building inside you.

With deliberate care, he laid you on your back, his hands gentle but possessive as he removed your skirt, leaving you completely bare before him. His eyes roamed your body, his gaze hungry as he licked his lips. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, almost to himself, “and now you’re finally mine.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his declaration, a rush of emotion swelling in your chest. Yes, you were his—completely and utterly his. The thought made you almost shy, and you nodded, your voice soft as you whispered, “Yes, I’m yours.”

A growl of satisfaction rumbled in Leviathan’s chest, his eyes darkening with desire. “I’m going to fucking ruin you,” he vowed, his voice low and intense.

Without warning, he flipped you onto your hands and knees, his movements rough. He pressed your head down into the pillows, lifting your hips high as he positioned himself behind you, your back arching instinctively under his touch. The sensation of his lower cock rubbing against your slick folds sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine, while his upper cock pressed insistently against your already stretched asshole.

With agonizing slowness, he pushed both cocks inside you, your body trembling as you felt them stretch you to your limits. A loud moan tore from his throat as he fully seated himself inside you, the sensation overwhelming.

You shuddered, your breath hitching as you felt the fullness of him in both your cunt and ass. The stretch bordered on painful, but the pleasure that accompanied it made the discomfort worth it. The way he filled you completely, claiming you so thoroughly, sent waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, giving you time to adjust. Your hands clawed at the sheets beneath you, trying to ground yourself in the midst of the overwhelming sensations.

The wet, lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the air, mingling with his deep, guttural moans and your desperate cries of pleasure. Drool pooled at the corner of your mouth, slipping down your chin as tears gathered in the corners of your half-lidded eyes. His thrusts gradually grew rougher, deeper, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through your entire being.

“Mine, mine, mine,” he chanted, his voice a raw growl as he lost himself in the sensation of fucking you. His grip on your hip was bruising, his fingers digging into your flesh as he held you in place. With his other hand, he gripped your hair, yanking your head back so he could hear your cries more clearly. “Say you’re mine.”

“Y-yours! Only yours!” you whimpered, your voice trembling as you tried to push your hips back against him, desperate for more. But his tail wrapped firmly around your waist, keeping you from moving. The sensation of being so utterly controlled, so completely at his mercy, made your cunt clench tight around him, your release creeping ever closer.

Leviathan released your hair, letting your head drop back onto the pillows. His chest pressed against your back as he leaned over you, his breath hot against your ear as he fucked you with a brutal, unrelenting pace. His hand snaked down to your clit, rubbing it harshly as he whispered, “Cum for me.”

“T-too much!” you cried out, your body trembling with the intensity of it all—the relentless fucking of both your cunt and ass, the rough stimulation of your clit. It was overwhelming.

Leviathan’s response was a sharp click of his tongue, followed by a harsh, mean slap to your clit that sent a jolt of pain-tinged pleasure through you. “I fucking said cum, slut.”

With a scream, you shattered, your body convulsing as you gushed around the cock in your cunt. The tight spasms of your cunt and ass seemed to milk him, pulling him over the edge with you. With a deep groan, he thrust into you one final time, filling you with his hot cum.

You whimpered weakly at the sensation of being filled, his cum overflowing and dripping from both your holes as he gave one last thrust before pulling out. The sudden emptiness left you feeling dazed, your body trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Gently, Leviathan laid you on your back, his tail finally releasing its hold on you. You were completely spent, your body marked with bruises from his hands marring your hips and thighs, love bites scattered across your neck, your skin flushed and glistening with sweat. You looked utterly ravaged, and Leviathan couldn’t help but admire how beautiful you looked. The sight made his cocks twitch with renewed interest, but he knew you needed rest.

Your eyelids fluttered as you watched him step out of the bathtub, pulling his sweatpants back on as he shifted back to his human form.

You let your eyes close, exhaustion pulling you into a brief, blissful sleep, only to be gently roused by the sensation of a warm, wet rag wiping the cum from your body. You blinked up at him, still hazy from the afterglow, as he sat you up carefully, slipping one of his oversized shirts over your head. The fabric engulfed you, soft and comforting against your skin.

Leviathan climbed back into the bathtub, pulling you against him as you snuggled closer. “I love you, Levi,” you murmured, your voice barely more than a whisper.

He stiffened slightly, and you could almost feel the blush spreading across his face. But then he relaxed, pulling you even closer as he whispered back, “I love you too, my Henry.”

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The next morning, you and Leviathan made your way to the breakfast hall, an air of new intimacy surrounding the both of you. As you sat down next to each other, you couldn’t help but smile brightly, your mood light and content. Beside you, Leviathan’s face was a deep shade of red, but he kept his gaze steady, meeting everyone’s eyes with an unusual boldness.

The rest of the brothers were stunned, their gazes flickering between you and Leviathan. It was impossible not to notice the fresh love bites peppered along your neck, the clear signs of a night of passion. You were dressed in a shirt and shorts that hung loosely on your frame, clearly not your own. The brothers recognized them as Leviathan’s, the fit too big, the scent unmistakably his.

Leviathan, too, bore similar marks, his skin reddened in places where your lips had claimed him. Though his face was flushed, he met their envious, almost hostile stares with a look of smug satisfaction, the message clear: you were taken.

The entire situation had unfolded almost too perfectly. Leviathan knew you well—knew your possessive streak, your fiery temper. That’s how his plan to capture your attention had been born. Despite being a yucky, worthless otaku, Leviathan wasn’t blind to the reality of his situation. He was one of the seven lords, the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy—of course, he had fans. That’s where he’d found his opportunity.

He’d carefully chosen a random admirer, one who was eager and willing, someone who would be easy to approach. A few conversations, a little flirtation, and then the ask—an offer to start dating.

He’d known it was a gamble; the possibility that you might turn your affections toward one of his brothers had loomed over him. But he’d played it just right, giving you enough attention to keep you on the line, making sure you understood that despite everything, you were the one he truly wanted.

It wasn’t as if he had any real interest in the succubus anyway. She was merely a pawn, a tool to make you jealous. When he’d told you he was seeing someone, he’d felt the surge of envy radiate from you. It had been an intoxicating feeling, and he knew then that you would come back to him.

The full success of his plan only became apparent when he saw how you began to change. You turned down invitations from his brothers, ignoring their attempts to woo you. Leviathan could almost taste the sweetness of victory then. The only challenge remaining was to endure the presence of the whiny succubus long enough for his strategy to come to full fruition.

There were moments, countless times, when he almost faltered. When you teased him, pushing him to the edge with your coy smiles and lingering touches, it had taken all his strength not to break. But he knew he had to wait—had to hold out until your feelings transformed from mere jealousy into something deeper, something real.

He was painfully aware that he didn’t deserve your affection, that you were far too good for him. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was that no one else could have you.

When your demeanor softened, when your eyes began to linger on him with a tenderness he had longed for, Leviathan knew he had you exactly where he wanted. The shift was subtle but unmistakable—your playful jabs turned into gentle touches, your once-teasing words into genuine concern and affection. He could see the longing in your eyes, the way you would watch him when you thought he wasn’t looking. It was all falling into place.

The events that followed were exactly as he had anticipated. Yes, he had manipulated you, guided your emotions with calculated precision. But did he care? Not in the slightest. Because in the end, you were his. His to hold, his to cherish, his to love.

Leviathan was, after all, a master strategist. He had orchestrated this outcome with the same care and precision he used in his battles—only this time, the victory was sweeter than any he had ever known.