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demonvibez · 9 months

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Hello, I came here to ask you a request: Mc is wearing a pajama (nightgown, little shorts, whatever you want) that shows a little bit too much. So one day, Mc comes down to the kitchen in the middle of the night, taking advantage about the brothers sleeping in their rooms so no one would see her like this, and suddenly, she bump into one of the brothers. How would they react?

A/N: Thank you so much for this request, and sorry for the delay! I started working on it, got writer's blocked, solved the block, then got...inspired, lol. This ended up being like 8 lil narrative one shots. Anyways - This is only part one of two; hope you like! ♡

Characters: [Lucifer / Mammon / Leviathan / Satan] x F! Reader

Word Count: 4.6k+

Rating: Teen [Suggestive Themes]

Tags: suggestive/sexual themes, making out, light petting/groping, reader = she/her pronouns, each demon has a lil backstory

[Part One of Two - Read Part Two Here]

It was late at night in the House of Lamentation, and you had just finished preparing yourself for bed. You had finished your homework for the day, as well as your nighttime routine, and it was time for you to settle down. Just as you sit down on the edge of your bed, you start thinking about how it would be nice to have a quick little snack before you turn in to sleep for the night. Picking up your DDD from the nightstand, you check the time to see just how late it was. You decide that it was probably late enough for everyone to be asleep, and it was safe to venture out into the house alone with what you are wearing - a skimpy spaghetti strap tank top and tiny shorts that leave little to the imagination. You push yourself up off the bed and cross the room, making your way towards the door. Leaving your bedroom door open, you make your way towards the kitchen next door . . .

For the Avatar of Pride, staying up late and overworking himself was a normal part of his daily routine. Usually after dinner, he hides himself away in his study so that he can start working his way through the mountains of paperwork sent to him from his superiors. Usually every night, he has the same routine - he finishes his RAD related paperwork, takes a break to patrol the House, stops by the kitchen for a cup of Hell Coffee and then back up to his study to deal with the paperwork associated with his political duties.

Lucifer starts making his way down the hall for his nightly rounds through the House, as he normally does at this hour. He usually does this in order to make sure his brothers’ mischief was kept at a minimum, but it’s in order to keep you safe as well. He couldn't help but to notice that the chaos in their House had increased quite a bit since you had arrived - some of it from his brothers dragging you into their antics, some of it chaos created all on your own, and some of it external chaos that seeks to consume your beautifully shiny soul. When you first arrived here, you used to be a major source of his headaches. He used to struggle with how to punish you, seeing as you were the fragile little human sent here for Lord Diavolo's exchange mission. But now, the more Lucifer thinks about you, he cannot deny to himself the fondness that has grown for you within his heart. A smile twitches at his lips for a brief moment before he refocuses himself on his task.

Just as he is making his way down the stairs to check the first floor, he hears a noise coming from the kitchen area, a faint glow emitting from its frame and spilling into the hallway. He lets out an exasperated sigh to himself, believing it to be Beelzebub on one of his frivolous late night snack missions. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he strides towards the kitchen door, scripting the lecture he wants to give in his mind as he walks. How many times must he punish the Sixth Born?

When he reaches the doorway, he halts at the unexpected sight before him, and he can’t help but to stand back and observe. He sees you in the kitchen, illuminated by the light of the refrigerator, looking through what’s left of its contents for a snack. You look so innocent while doing so, completely unaware of your surroundings. He wasn’t used to seeing you like this - hell, he wasn’t even used to seeing you dressed like this. Usually dressed in your RAD uniform, the attire you were currently wearing is much more revealing than what he is used to seeing you in. The way the thin cotton fabric clings to your curves, he couldn't stop his eyes from roaming your entire body. You grab something from the fridge, closing it before making your way over to the kitchen island with the leftover Acidic Hell Fries you found. Sitting down with your back turned to the door, you open up the tray and lean in to take a bite, all the while Lucifer can’t help but notice the way your shirt rides up the arch of your back, the way the waistband of your shorts sit right at your hip, the way your skin just looks so soft. He wasn’t sure how a human could stir up such emotions in him, but he was in fact curious to see where it would take him.

In a rare moment of impulsivity, Lucifer swiftly makes his way towards you. Before you even have time to register the Avatar of Pride's presence, he sets both of his hands on the table on each side of you, effectively trapping you between him and the counter. He leans down closer to your ear, the scent of his cologne filling your senses, as he whispers your name into your ear with a very seductive tone. "What do you think you're doing here," he asks, his tone husky as you can feel the warmth of his breath fanning against your skin. Your pulse accelerates as he presses his lips to your earlobe, his gloved hands now slowly finding their way around your waist as Lucifer trails light kisses down the soft flesh of your neck. You would usually have some sort of snarky comeback for Lucifer, stating how it was obvious why you were in the kitchen shoveling fries into your face at half past midnight. But in this moment you couldn't muster up a retort, your brain beginning to fog up with the haze of pleasure that Lucifer's touch can bring. As he continued to tease your neck, occasionally nipping at it with his fangs, his hands began to drift lower on your body, lightly teasing at your waistband. One of his hands pulls your chin up to him, your eyes fluttering shut as his lips collide with yours in a way that sets your soul ablaze with passion.

He slowly pulls away from the kiss, your eyes slowly opening to see his crimson orbs gazing back at you with lust, love and admiration. He slightly loosens his hold on you, before turning you around on the barstool you sat upon to face him. He brushes the hair out of your eyes, tucking it back behind your ear before leaning down to press one more kiss on your lips. When he pulled away this time, you chased his lips with his own, filling him with a sense of pride at the idea that you're craving more of him - much like he craves more of you. He lets out a small chuckle before suddenly sweeping you up in his arms, your legs dangling over one side while your arms instinctively wrap around his neck for safety. "We're heading straight to my room," he said along with your name in a confident tone, "and I hope you have plenty of energy, because we won't be getting much sleep tonight." He carried you out of the kitchen and up the stairs, taking no time getting you to his room and into his silk sheets.

Mammon had just recently arrived home about an hour ago from one of his many side hustles he did to help earn some extra Grimm and pay back a few of his debts. The witches have been hassling him even more than normal recently, threatening a variety of curses if he doesn't comply with their demands, so he's had to take up multiple side hustles in order to make enough money. He could have sworn he paid them off a while ago - math is one of Mammon's strong suits and he always keeps his debt ledger up to date. He's pretty damn sure the witches are just jealous of you, and take it out on him one of the few ways they know will work. They would never mess with you directly - and risk earning the wrath of all seven Avatars of Sin? And perhaps even the Future King of the Devildom himself? Hell nah. They'll just keep toying with Mammon the way they know best.

Normally, Mammon would be pretty exhausted after a grueling shift of serving tables at Hell’s Kitchen, but tonight for some reason, he was feeling restless and couldn’t seem to settle down. He had completed his nightly routine and settled into bed, but he found himself feeling restless, scrolling Devilgram instead and finding himself growing bored rather quickly. After tossing and turning in his bed for what felt to him like an eternity, he let out an annoyed groan and pushed himself out of bed. If he couldn’t lull himself to sleep, he might as well go find his favorite human. He crossed the room to pick up his designer underwear and sweatpants off the couch, slipping them both on before making his way to the door. Once his door is closed, he starts briskly but silently making his way across the hall and down the stairs, doing his best to avoid running into any of his brothers - namely, Lucifer.

Making a beeline straight for your room, Mammon notices the door is open and just walks inside as if he owns the place. “Oi, human! I’m bored, why don't ya-” he says, before looking around to see that the room is actually empty. “Where the hell even are ya,” he mumbles to himself with an exasperated huff, turning about-face and exiting your room. As he steps out into the hallway, he finally notices the kitchen light is on. He starts stomping his way over to the kitchen, mumbling something about how much work it is to watch after one stupid little human, when he crosses the threshold of the door and almost bumps into you as he is turning the corner. "Aye, what gives," he says in an almost shouting tone, "ya gotta watch it, human! Ya gotta be more careful! Ya ain't always gonna have the Great Mammon to..." he trailed off as he finally looks down at you, taking in fully just how you look and what you are wearing. His eyes widen and his jaw drops, standing there completely frozen in shock as his eyes scan you up and down repetitively.

Despite the many times the two of you have shared a bed, he has never seen you wear something so small and form fitting as pajamas before. Usually when he was over, you'd just wear an oversized tee shirt and some baggy sweatpants, which was usually cute and endearing in its own way. But tonight, since you assumed you would be spending the night alone, you wore something you thought no one would see you in. And now here you are in the kitchen, the Avatar of Greed stood in front of you, a blushing and stammering mess. The more of his golden eyes took in of you, the more he could feel the greed rise up within him. Every little inch of skin, every little curve of your body has Mammon craving more and more, his avarice knowing no bounds when it comes to you. Typically, in moments like these, the tsundere side of Mammon's brain would kick in, and a flurry of denials would leave his lips before you could even playfully accuse him of anything. Seeing you like this has Mammon forgetting all about those silly habits, his mind focused on wanting only one thing - you.

In this moment, Mammon can't help but succumb to his greed. His hands reach out to pull you into his bare chest, his demon form now on full display and eyes glowing as gold as Grimm. His arms tighten around you in a possessive hold as he buries his face in your hair, your scent as intoxicating to him as the most expensive Demonus on record. You feel his hands roam your body, feeling both his soft skin and his rings' hard metal gliding up and down your back. You melt into his touch, your arms instinctively wrapping around his torso. "I've been lookin' for ya," he mumbles into your hair. Before you can even fathom a response, Mammon's hands find their way under your ass, hoisting you up and setting you on the counter. He leans in and presses his lips to yours with a sense urgency you hadn't seen from the Avatar of Greed previously, his yearning and need for you growing with each kiss. As his tongue brushes your lips, they part and allow him entrance, and the way your two tongues dance with each other sends Mammon over the edge, feeling that same greed start to build within you. Mammon's kisses became hungrier and sloppier the more he could feel his sin in the air, a hint of lust mixing with it as his hands squeeze your ass, your own hands roaming his beautifully brown torso. "Mine," he states simply, as he breaks the kiss momentarily.

He picks you up once again, your legs squeezing his waist as you fling your arms around his neck. He runs off with you to his room to have his way with you - and to hoard you to himself like the Devildom's finest treasure.

It wasn’t at all unusual for Leviathan to stay up all hours of the night. On this night in particular he was counting down the hours until the newest merch drop from his favorite idol group, Sucre Frenzy. He picks up his Bufo Egg Milk Tea to take a sip, only to hear the slurping sound of his cup being empty. Looking at the clock at the bottom right of his monitor, he mentally notes that he still has an hour and a half before the drop, which should be more than enough time to run downstairs and raid the fridge. He presses pause on the song he was listening to on Devilfy, pulling off his headset and making his way out of his bedroom door. He pulls his DDD out of the pocket of his hoodie, swiping it open and pressing on the 'Mononoke Land' app. Checking to see if there were currently any in-game spirits lurking in the House, Levi games as he presses forward towards the kitchen, his own IRL mission falling to the back of his mind as he continued to focus on the side quest on his phone. One hand in his pocket while the other clutches his device, his tail slides along the handrail of the staircase, making sure he doesn't stumble as he tunes out the rest of the world.

He really hopes you can make it to hang out for the drop tonight! When he invited you at dinner you seemed interested, but you told him you weren't sure if you'd be able to stay awake that late or not. He would really love it if you are able to - everything is more enjoyable for the Lord of Shadows when he has his Henry by his side! It makes him excited even thinking about it! Maybe he'll swing by your room on the way back from the kitchen and see if you're awake! Or...that maybe awkward? What if you're asleep and he wakes you up? What if he annoys you? Maybe he'll just send you a text instead. Either way, he loves you more than all of his anime combined, and it would be the highlight of his entire month to spend tonight's event with you.

Refocusing on his game, he turns the corner to cut back towards the kitchen. He doesn't even notice the kitchen light on ahead, nor does he hear the clattering and clanking coming from inside. All he can seem to focus on is Mononoke Land. As he walks past your room, he does a double take, expecting to see you in your bed. On second glance, he notices you missing from your room, and Leviathan couldn't help but be confused as he pauses in your doorway. It's almost one in the morning and you aren't in your room?! Where in the Devildom could you possibly be?! You're probably hanging out with one of his brothers, aren't you?! You're probably in one of their rooms, in one of their beds, doing Dia knows what while he's down here getting some stupid snacks for his stupid merch drop. 'Stupid stupid stupid I'm so stupid! Of COURSE she wouldn't want to waste time her time with a disgusting otaku like me! IT'S NOT FAIR IT'S NOT FUCKING FAIR!!' A wave of envy washes over him so powerful that he fights everything within himself not to summon Lotan and flood the House. His fists clench his DDD, stressing it from the pressure as his knuckles turn white. His eyes blaze a bright orange as jealousy rages within him like a hurricane brewing over the sea.

Wanting nothing more than to barricade himself in his room and never come out, Leviathan angrily marched onward towards the kitchen, determined to get his snacks and get the hell back to his room so he can wallow in his feelings. Hastily making his way through the kitchen's threshold, he doesn't see you as he barrels straight into you, knocking you backwards. Before his mind can fully process what's going on, his tail grabs ahold of you, wrapping around your waist and preventing you from hitting the floor. His eyes finally connect with yours, and he realizes that it's you he has run into. A quick scan of the room tells him you had been in here alone, and suddenly he feels foolish for the jealous tantrum he was throwing in his mind.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry...I didn't see y-you th-" he stammers, now looking down at you to see exactly what you were dressed in. Is this what you normally wear to bed? Levi hadn't ever seen anything like it in real life. The way the fabric highlights all of your best features, putting just the right amount of emphasis on how perfect your curves were...he could have sworn you were drawn by his favorite manga artist. His eyes roamed your body up and down, his face heating up as rapidly as his heart rate is rising. 'OH FUCK, I'm staring aren't I?! She probably hates me, I'm so gross, such a worthless perv, I need to stop staring WHATTHEFUCKDOIDO?!?' he panics internally, his hands starting to tremble. He tilts his head down to focus on the floor, when he finally processes that his tail has been autonomously wrapped around your waist the entire time. "I'M SO SORRY," he half shouts at you, as he starts to unravel his tail.

Suddenly, Levi takes pause, as he hears you gently call out his name, one of your hands resting on his tail while the other reaches out to stroke his cheek. "Levi...whatever you're thinking right now...stop," you reassured him. Before he could hide his face from you, you leaned in to press your lips to his in a soft but loving kiss. At first, Levi just stands there frozen in shock but after a moment he kisses you back. He's still unsure of what to do with himself - he doesn't want to ruin this moment - but he doesn't want it to end either, so he stands with his hands awkwardly at his sides and pours every ounce of love of passion he can into the kiss. While he may not know what to do with his hands, his tail seemed to enjoy exploring your body, causing you to let out a tiny soft moan when it makes its way around the top of your thigh. You wrap your arms around his neck, continuing the kiss as you press your body against his.

After a few more moments, the two of you pull away from each other, both trying to catch your breaths. Before Leviathan could even muster a response, you grab his hand, the sweetest of smiles plastered across your face. "Come on, let's go to your room, Levia-chan. I can think of a few ways for us to kill time until your merch drop launches," you said as you start pulling him towards the door. Suddenly you weren't tired, and Levi didn't care about the snacks - with you, he may even end up forgetting about the merch drop.

Before you had even thought of grabbing a snack from the kitchen, Satan had already made his way down there and was rifling his way through the fridge looking for something suitable to feed his secret kitten friend out in the garden. Earlier in the night, Satan came outside to the garden in order to calm down and let his inner rage subside. He had wanted to spend the remainder of his evening with you curled up in his lap as he reads to you, a warm fire crackling in the fireplace nearby, as the two of you ignore the world for each other and a great plotline - there was no other way he'd rather spend his evening. But of course, his insufferable eldest brother had to stick his prideful nose in where it didn't belong and drag you away, just as he was asking you to join him after dinner. It was almost as if the Avatar of Pride has an extra sense for when Satan wanted alone time with you, always interfering and coming up with some smug excuse as to why you need to be stolen away right when Satan needs you. That pompous ass was always going out of his way to stoke the flames of Satan's wrath on purpose! 'One day he'll get back at that bastard, he'll put him right in his place!'

Satan continued pacing in circles in the garden, his demon form on full display as rage flows through him like an ice river through one of the lower pits of hell. He wasn't doing the best job at calming himself down at first, you not being there to help ground him, so it was taking a bit longer than normal. It was always so much easier to calm himself with you there - just a few simple words or a quick hug usually doing the trick. But for now he was alone, and he was drawing a blank on what he else should do. He completed one more pace around the garden before, before letting out an annoyed huff and sat himself down on the nearest bench. As he was about to pull out his DDD to text you to see where you were, he hears a rustling in the bushes. His emerald eyes scan the area, no signs of life immediately apparently, before he sees a pair of glowing eyes peer out at him from underneath one of the bushes. A small smile tugs at his lips as it dawns on him who the eyes belong to - one of his stray feline friends that likes to wander through every now and then. He pushes himself up off the bench and slowly crosses over towards the cat, holding out his hand as he tries to coax it out of the bush. The cat immediately starts to back into the bush, shaking it's head at Satan, causing him to take pause. He chuckles to himself as he comes to the realization of what she is asking for - the cat wants a treat.

Satan straightens himself up, making his way back into the House to find some cat friendly snacks in the kitchen. When he arrives there, he is alone, and makes a beeline straight for the fridge. It was usually wishful thinking for anyone in the House of Lamentation to try to hide food in the kitchen, but sometimes Satan was able to get away with it for the sake of his kitten buddies. Crouching down to open the bottom drawer, Satan reaches in to pull out some of the Devildom cat treats he had stashed back behind the drawer. Setting the pouch of treats on the counter, he opens up one of the cupboards and pours what is left of the treats onto a saucer, before tossing the empty wrapper in the trash and making his way towards the kitchen door. Little did he expect in all of this, you came walking through the door at the same time, neither of you really paying attention. Before either of you can stop yourselves, you quite literally run into each other, the saucer of meaty cat treats smooshing against Satan's chest and then dropping to the floor. Satan can feel his wrath rising inside him once again, drenching him like an ice cold shower, his aura turning dark as his demon form makes an appearance once again. He hasn't even looked up to see who caused the collision, assuming one of his brothers is to blame yet again, his jaw clenching as his mind races to formulate it's retaliation.

His glowing green eyes finally lift to see exactly who the guilty party is, only for his eyes to meet yours instead. You begin to stammer out a stream of apologies, but seeing you immediately calms the inner turmoil of his mind, the storm suddenly calm within him.

His gazes roams over you for a moment, Satan suddenly finding himself speechless as he takes in exactly how breathtaking you look in such casual attire. The way straps of your tank top accentuate your collar bones, giving way to how the fabric hugs your perfect chest...Satan suddenly couldn't remember what he was mad about in any point in the day. He couldn't even bother to care why he was in the kitchen in the first place. He gently takes one of your hands with both of his, raising it to his lips to press a kiss into your knuckles. A warm smile spreads across his face as his hands find your hips, pulling you closer into him. One of his hands moves to rub the small of your back as the other tilts your chin upwards to him. He holds your gaze for a moment, adoration apparent in his eyes, before he leans in to share a passionate kiss with you.

The moment his lips caress your own, your heartbeat goes through the roof, and you can't help but to lean into him and melt into his touch. His hand on your chin moves to hold the back of your neck, his tongue brushing your bottom lip, asking for more. Your hands find themselves on his chest as your lips back, your tongues clashing together in a desperate bid to feel more of each other. Your hands slide down his chest and abs, lightly tugging at his belt when you get to his waist. He chuckles into the kiss before nipping at your bottom lip with one of his fangs, grabbing your hips with both hands as he slows the pace of the kiss.

Eventually he breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on yours. "You always know how to make me feel better, kitten," he said as you slide your hands up his front and lace them behind his neck. "What do you say we retreat to my room to continue this encounter?" he leans in to steal one more kiss from you lips before taking you by the hand and pulling you up to his room.

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kanroji-san · 5 months

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Obanai!Mc AU

Obanai!Mc: Mammon

Mammon: Yes?

Obanai!Mc: Is that my haori?

Mammon: *Wearing Obanai!Mc's haori* No.

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toastermoth · 4 months

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Hey I was wondering if you can do a hc of the OM Characters finding out that MC used to be a singer in the human world but in reality was unsuccessful and doesn’t like mentioning about it at all but still has passion over it. It doesn’t matter about the gender and yeah. If u can Tysm! 🤗

Obey Me! x Gn! Singer!Mc

I had so much fun writing these- tysm anon for requesting!! <3 LUKE IS LIKE YOUR LITTLE BROTHER!!! P.S. You can also read this as platonic or romantic! Lucifer: 1st Born

He finds out because you were taking too long in the shower and heard your captivating voice singing.

He would be surprised and though looking unimpressed on the outside, in the inside this man is so happy if he could he'd squeal like a little girl.

When he's alone with you he'll definitely ask you to sing for him and through small pleas you agree, and when you're done he'll be smiling his signature smile and clapping softly.

"Where did you learn to sing like that y/n?" he asks awaiting your response like a dog waiting for a command.

"Well I just liked singing! I used to be a singer in the human world but it didn't work out.."

He hears your voice break when you say those last 4 words and he is devestated.

How dare nobody appreciate your beautiful voice?!

He must've been glaring because then you said "But I still have a passion for it! They never discouraged me enough to make me quit!

That reassured him as he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Y/n, never give up your passion, and if nobody supports you just know that I will personally string them up and make them appreciate your singing."

You laughed a little and Lucifer was just happy that he was able to hear your amazing gift.

Mammon: 2nd Born (Sorry his is short-)

He finds out one day when he heard you start singing a song for a playlist you're making to study.

WAIT WHAT?!

HIS HUMAN CAN SING?! WHY IS THEIR VOICE SO AMAZING?!

"WHY'D YA NEVER TELL ME?!"

You yelp in surprise and ask what he's talking about.

"YOUR SINGING OBVIOUSLY! IT'S LIKE GRIMM FOR MY EARS!"

You make a face and after much begging by the 2nd born, you decide to tell him

"Well, nobody really liked my singing in the human world.. I tried everything but no matter what I never really got listeners or fans haha.."

This poor man is wondering WHY?! HOW?!

He looks at you with his blue-yellow eyes and cups your face.

He says "Well they're stupid because you got the most amazing voice. Hell better than the angels! And they're angles for fucks sake! Look human, what I'm trying to say, is that you shouldn't listen to anyone who talks down to ya. I'll be your number 1 fan y/n! Nobody is gonna take that spot either ya hear me?"

That reassured you as he tackled you and pulled you into a hug.

"My precious human! How dare they keep this talent from me!"

He probably made a t-shirt saying "Y/N's #1 FAN"

Leviathan: 3rd Born

He found out when you started singing the opening to an anime!

Singer mc?! LEVI.EXE:SHUT_DOWN

Once you knew that he noticed your smile dropped and stopped singing and whispered a small sorry before looking down almost looking shamefully.

"Y-y/n?! Where did you learn to sing?! H-how can you-?!"

This poor boy has so many questions which you were reluclant to answer.

He gave you the cute 'anime girl' eyes (which is what he called it) and he knew you couldn't resist them.

"Mmmm fine. I used to be a singer in the human world and I gave it my all I really did but.. I never got anybody to listen.. I enjoy singing still but only for myself.."

Oh HELL NO. Levi may be shy but he can get ANGRY.

"That's impossible! Your singing is the most amazing thing my ears have ever experienced! You're just like the mc in the anime I'm-A-Secret-Singer-In-Highschool-Living-A-Normal-Life-But-Please-Send-Help!"

The long ass title of course made you snicker but he looked at you with serious eyes and said, "Henry had people who talked down to him but he never gave up! A-and neither should you y/n!!"

Satan: 4th Born

He found out by you humming a tune to singing some of the lyrics from a song in a movie that was inspired by a book that you were looking for in the library.

He couldn't help but be frozen by your hypnotic voice. You didn't notice him until he leaned on a bookshelf and something fell.

"I'm sorry Y/n. I couldn't help but listen to your singing. Where did you learn to sing like that?"

You paused a little bit while he motions you to sit in one of the library chairs.

"Can you tell me y/n?"

You sigh knowing he wouldn't forget about it and would probably ask you about it tomorrow and decide to tell the blonde haired demon.

"Well, in the human world I was a singer and I enjoyed it, loved it actually! But people didn't really like my songs or my voice or anything so I just kinda quit.. I never lost my passion for it though."

He sits looking at you in what you can tell is a mix of anger and confusion.

"Why did you give up? People are ruthless, but I think you should try again y/n. You never know and if they don't like your singing they can suck dick."

The last part of his sentence makes you laugh a bit as he smiles and looks at you saying, "I believe in you y/n. Even when you don't believe in yourself."

Asmodeus: 5th Born

He found out you could sing when he dragged you to a karaoke bar.

"C'mon sweetie! You'll do just fine besides my voice will take the main stage and you can sing backup! We got this we'll crush every demon! And don't worry I'll let you pick the song, as long as it won't ruin my beautiful voice!"

You think he only said the last part because he saw you looked a little nervous but you were still thankful.

After the karaoke session you noticed how everyone there was looking at you and not as Asmo which was weird because he's the lust demon, then you noticed he was even looking at you with sparkles in his eyes.

He bowed to the crowd then dragged you back to the house of Lamination.

"Where did you learn to have such an enchanting voice darling?! That was amazing!! I need to bring you to there again, you'll be all the talk all over Devildom!-"

He stopped once he took a look and saw you looking at your knees in discomfort and silence.

"Sweetie.? Are you alright? Did I make you uncomfortable?" Despite popular belief he was actually very caring and kind and not always self-centered.

You nodded and said, "That was my first crowd in a long time.."

Confused, the pink haired demon asked "Well what do you mean sweetheart?"

So you explained it to him.

"Well, I used to be a singer in the human world but, it didn't really work out and I never really had a crowd that enjoyed my singing but maybe they didn't even enjoy it as much as I do.."

"Y/n. I know demons, and I know just by their faces that they loved our performance. Your performance! Don't be so hard on yourself, because I know that you did amazing and I'm perfect so obviously I'm right!" He said swishing his hair in an attempt to make you smile. (It did)

"There's that smile I adore! Let's get your confidence back and go to more karaoke bars okay? Next time you better sing a duet with me though!"

Beelzebub: 6th Born

How he found out was one time you were baking with Luke and Barbatos (and Beel decided to bring himself to 'taste test.') and a familiar tune came from Barbatos's voice from him humming then Luke joined in singing and eventually you joined in on the fun.

Soon the kitchen was soon made into a ballroom with you singing and dancing with Luke and Barbatos stil humming the music as Beel watches in total awe.

You're a little worn out from singing and dancing till you see the tall orange haired demon looking at you as if you were the most prized food in all of Devildom.

"Y/n your voice is amazing!"

"Ah.. you really think so Beel?"

He nods his head as Barbatos and Luke agrees.

"Well, let's just get back to this cake yeah?" The three boys wondered why you were so dismissive but Barbatos and Luke paid no attention and they continued working. Beel however did not forget about your captivating voice.

On the way back to the house of Lamination he asks, "So you don't need to answer, but why did you just shut down the idea of singing? I really like your voice and I think so does Luke and Barbatos."

"Well it's not somthing I really talk ab-" theres the Beel puppy eyes. Damn you Beel for being adorable.

"Okay.. I used to sing in the human world, and I really loved it so I tried to become a professional but nobody.. really liked my singing as much as I do.. so I kinda gave up on that profession."

This poor boy was shocked.

"But why? Just because some people don't like it doesn't mean you shouldn't. Your voice is very nice to listen to especially when singing. Even if you don't like it I do and so does Luke and Barbatos and everyone who didn't support your singing is stupid."

You smiled knowing at least somebody liked your singing at least one person.

"If you start singing let me know, I want to hear your voice again singing."

Belphegor: 7th Born

How he found out was when he called you up for a nap and said he needed a lullaby.

"Y/nnnn I need something to make me fall asleep I can't fall asleep without oneee.." Which was halfway the truth. After much begging on the behalf of Belphie, you gave in and started singing a small lullaby.

Once you were done singing and started humming Belphie sleepily commented, "Such a mystical voice.. how not famous lullaby singer..."

You laughed a tiny bit to yourself for how sleepy he is and turned to him seeing even though sleepy he was dead serious.

"How are you not famous.?" he asks.

You hesitate to meet him in the eye as he lays close by you, knowing him he'd keep himself awake until you told him or he would lay on you until you told him.

Sighing, you say, "I tried to be famous, to sing as a real singer. But people just, didn't really listen and I was unsuccessful.."

You notice a hand lay you down and the fluffy blue haired demon says, "Well they lost out on a good singer.. that means you're now my professional lullaby singer.. screw the money grabbing producers who can't tell talent."

You smile at him being this caring and start singing another lullaby to lull him to slumber as well as yourself.

"You're the greatest singer and make sure you believe that too.."

OKAY HI THAT TOOK A LONG TIME AND I SORTA GOT LAZY AT THE END- BUT TELL ME IF YOU WANT ME TO DO A PART @ WITH BARBATOS, DIAVOLO, SIMEON, AND SOLOMON!! (AND LITTLE BROTHER LUKE!!!)

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mammon + praise kink?? ❤️❤️

You got it nonny! hope this is okay! I did him giving, resend if you'd like to see the reverse! (ps how do we feel abt the font change)

CW creampie + Specific genitals NOT mentioned

"You're fuckin' gorgeous, feel amazin' around me baby," his grunts bounce off the walls of the room, you feel his grip on your hips tighten, and you let yourself go a little more, moaning like no one can hear.

"Fuck, you're takin' me so well," his thrusts are starting to turn ragged at this point, you're both nearing the edge and it's painfully obvious, the knot building in your stomach.

"You're so good treasure, gonna make me cum, you want that?" You nod without hesitation, a whimper escapes your lips as he pounds into you harder, his thrusts barely start to turn erratic, and he swears up and down as he shoots his hot load into you. His pace starts to falter, and luckily you feel the knot in your stomach burst at the same time, your orgasm washing over you as you cry out his name.

Through his still heavy breath he says, "You always do so good for me. Thank you, Treasure."

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me x reader #mammon x reader #om! mammon #om! mammon x reader #smut #mammon smut #obey me smut

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Obey Me Brothers + Dateables Smut Headcanons

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, and Simeon.

A/N: Some may have less because I don’t think about them as much as the others, sorry about that. This also was not beta read, so if there’s spelling errors I apologize. Also please if you like these, consider reblogging! Or at the very least send in a reply, or anon telling me what yall think!!

Warnings/Tags: Obviously very sexual themes, I’m not going to bother tagging every sexual thing mentioned in here, so please read at your own discretion. Minors/Ageless Blogs DNI

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Lucifer:

Lucifer’s a dom, a hard dom, a brat tamer even. Or he’s a power bottom, and he will tease you relentlessly while you’re bouncing on his cock.

He does a mix of praise and degradation, he’ll call you a cock-dumb slut in one breath, then tell you that you’re beautiful and doing a good job.

It also depends on his mood, you can tell if he’s had a rough day because he pulls out the degradation more, and will fuck you more roughly. If he’s had a good day (to his standards) he’ll praise you more and have more deliberately slow but deep thrusts instead.

If you ask him though, he will make love to you. He’s much better showing you how much he loves you through action than he does with his words.

Lucifer has a cockwarming kink, size-kink, dumbification kink, and ngl probably has some kind of title kink (whether that’s master, daddy, sir, etc.)

He’s also into BDSM, we should all know this intuitively by now. He literally has things to hang his brothers upside down IN CANON. Of fucking course he’s thought about you tied up in some kind of way and having his way with you. He’s a sadist.

Speaking of being a sadist, he will probably either overstimulate you or deny your orgasm. He loves hearing you whine and either begging him to keep going or to give you a break. He loves hearing you begging in general, really.

LOVES SPANKING YOU. That’s it.

He’ll love to mark you up, but if you mark him up it will never actually be shown because dude is modest in his clothing, so it’ll be completely hidden under his clothes. If this frustrates you, it’ll actually turn him on knowing that he can control this part too.

Please sext him at your discretion, because if you’re trying to get absolutely fucking railed, then yeah, sext him during a meeting, or class, or literally anything where his presence is important. If you’re not trying to get railed, and just want to attempt to get some kind of power back and make him flustered, good luck, it’s not going to work. He’ll act completely unfazed, and then tease you and take it out on you later.

He also has a corruption kink, so if you act all innocent and sweet and shy, he’s going to make sure you’re begging him to fuck you like a good little slut. He will also not give you what you want until you’re basically screaming how bad you want to be fucked.

This man can be semi-vocal, he will growl a lot, groan, and like I mentioned, degrade and praise you. He will hardly ever cuss or let it show that he himself is drunk off of your body, his pride won’t let him.

He’s also a semi big boy to demon standards, he’s almost ten inches, and about average girth. Since the human standard is not even close to ten inches, if you let it show that you’re surprised at how big he is, it will only make him swell up with more pride. He’s trimmed, he’s almost just as particular about his looks than Asmo.

He’s really good in the aftercare department though. He’s probably second to Asmo for his brothers in aftercare. He knows he can be rough, and he really does love you. He wants you to know how much he cherishes you. Baths/showers, praise, massages, cuddles, anything you want.

Lucifer will never admit it, but the times he wakes up to you in the morning are some of his happiest moments. Just having you in his arms and being the first thing he sees, the first thought in his mind, warms his heart like no other.

Mammon:

Mammon’s a total switch! Anyway you want him, anywhere you want him, however you want him, he is yours. If you want a service dom, if you want a brat, if you want a hard dom, if you want a total sub. He can do it all, even if it doesn’t seem like it at first. He’s full of surprises.

Definitely has a praise kink, istg tie him up and tell him how good he’s being and how wonderful he is, and he’ll literally turn into putty and whine for you.

He also likes to praise you too, if you have a degradation kink, he may try and play into it, but really he prefers to praise you instead. Might call you a good little slut or something, like a mix between degradation and praise.

If you go to the casino with him and sit on his lap while he’s playing, it will turn him on like no other. Blow on his dice, give him a kiss for winning or good luck, even if he loses, he doesn’t care as much because all he can think about is how badly he just wants to take you home instead. Hell, if you tease him enough, he'll settle for taking you in the casino bathroom.

Loves to give or receive oral, he doesn’t have a preference. He equally loves seeing the look on your face when you go down on him, as much as he loves seeing your face of pure pleasure and moans of his name when he goes down on you.

I know many think the demons have massive cocks, but I like to think a maybe reasonable in between of both a demon and a human. So I imagine he’s about eight inches, probably just slightly above average girth, probably keeps himself trimmed. May have even considered getting a cock peircing at some point if he doesn’t have one already.

He has a marking kink in every single way, he wants everyone to know you’re his, and vice versa. He will have so many dark hickies all over your body, cum inside you and beg to have it drip down your thighs, or really cum anywhere on you. He’ll bruise your hips and waist with the imprints of his fingers. Bite marks, scratch marks, etc. Mammon has probably even gotten you some jewlery engraved with some form of his name on it, in a way to once again, show who you belong to.

And this goes for him too, scratch the fuck outta his back and he will be wearing a tank top all day. Hickies, lipstick smudges, bite marks, whatever you want to give him to show the fact that he’s the one pleasuring you like this.

Mammon can be very sappy sometimes and definitely follow the definition of making love to you! Any time he becomes aware of your mortality, or just how much he truly does adore you, he will worship every inch of your body and have you going all night, just wanting to spend as intimately close to you as long as possible.

He can be pretty good with aftercare when it’s really needed. Sometimes he can be exhausted, so give him a few minutes to recoup and then he’ll grumble and still get you a towel and clean you both up. Other times he can pamper you and continue to praise you on how good you were. Please do the same thing for him if he’s being a sub, he really wants to be good for you.

If you’re AFAB he’ll probably even let you peg him tbh.

He will attempt to tease you and say sweet nothings into your ear, or dirty talk you in public, he likes to see you flustered and has the confidence as if he can definitely keep his word (and he can), but if you do the same thing back to him?? 404 Mammon Not Found, MALFUNCTIONS. Sputters out words that aren’t even all coherent, and gets really defensive if you tease him how red he’s gotten after you do it.

Levi:

If you call Levi mid game and he actually answers you, and you start dirty talking, telling him how you’re touching yourself, or how you want him to fuck you, and he absolutely will cum in his pants untouched. He’s probably incredibly frustrated and complaining how this isn’t fair, because he’s in the middle of a tournament and cannot quit his game right now. But as soon as he’s done, he is hauling ass to wherever you are.

Roleplay kinkkk… dress up as his favorite characters and he will be so for it. If you also have a roleplay kink in which he dresses up, even better too.

Everyone has had a headcanon of sort along these notes but I absolutely agree with the idea that he has thought about fucking you with his tail.

Levi’s a diet switch. If you really make him jealous and piss him off, he can and will rail you and be a total dom about it. But any other time he’ll do whatever you want of him, but he will be incredibly nervous and flustered at first, but once he’s finally in the moment, then he’s definitely in the moment.

For him, it just takes some getting used to at first because even if you two have fucked 50+ times, all of those 50+ times he’s still a little surprised that you want to have sex with him. Over time he’ll fall into a rhythm and get used to it, but please be patient in the meantime.

Levi has both a degradation kink and a praise kink, you can switch between both and he’ll react the same way to either.

MANHANDLE HIM. DO IT. Pull his hair, shove him down on the bed, pull him closer to you, smack his ass, suck on his fingers or his tail mid sex, spit in his mouth, either way the look of pure shock and ecstacy on his face when you do it is like no other.

I def think that Levi has like a seven inch cock, but is A GIRTHY BOY. He probably doesn’t even realize it, and may have even been self-conscious that he’s only seven inches (for a demon) but when your eyes go wide at how thick he is?? It gives him a confidence boost. He can go back and forth on whether he’s trimmed or not, if he’s been gaming and binge watching he probably doesn’t think about that kind of thing.

If you tell him that he’s the only one who can pleasure you like this, that no one else even comes close to fucking you like he can, he will absolutely fucking lose it. It’s one of the few times he might even get a little bit of dom traits and be a little rougher in his thrusts. If you’re close to coming yourself though and say that, he might cum with you. Either you’re in for at least another hour, or you’re both gonna finish in like 10 minutes when you say that, there’s no in between.

The first time you two have sex, he was totally pussy-drunk (or whatever the male equivalent is) off of you when he first penetrates you.

Can be a little confused at first in the aftercare department, but he’ll eventually pick up on it, and whatever you prefer, need, etc… He’ll do for you. He’s a cuddler, let him be big or small spoon, doesn’t matter as long as he’s holding you.

Satan:

Satan’s a dom, but he definitely goes through being a soft dom, hard dom, brat tamer, service dom, power bottom, etc. He’s the one who’s in control, but he will give you a choice on how you want him to take said control.

If you want to see his hard dom side, tease him. Tease him in public, sext him, whisper dirtry things into his ear, anything. If you tease him, he will drag your ass back to his room and hard dom you for being so bratty and teasing him.

We all know that he’s into kitten play. Let’s be really honest with ourselves. He will call you his kitten, and if you’re okay with it, even put a cute little collar on you. If you wear kitten ears too and really get into the role, he’ll love it. Call him your master and he will have the most smug fucking look on his face.

He’s typically more prone to giving praise as that’s what comes more naturally to him, but he will degrade you if that’s what you prefer.

Yes, he is the avatar of wrath, but he treats you with the most utmost respect, care, and love. Yeah, he will fuck you roughly, especially if you’re really into it, he can make you feel disgusting if that’s what you want, but really, he would much prefer to make love to you and worship your body.

He adores just making you squirm and whine and beg because it feels too good, because you’re so overstimulated, and are just a shaking mess underneath him. That’s what really gets him going.

In fact, he actually loves giving oral more than receiving just because he wants to see you come undone and moaning his name. Hell, if he thinks that Lucifer can hear the two of you, he’ll make you scream his name.

Satan prefers any position where you’re looking at him, he wants to see your pretty little face contort with pleasure, and he thinks it’s much more intimate that way.

His thrusts are calculated, he has studied you and what you like and how your body reacts. He has researched you in the most detailed way possible just to know how he can make you cum in less than a minute. It’s almost scary how easy he can turn you on and get you orgasming before you can even process that you were even close to begin with.

With that being said, he also doesn’t mind experimenting with different things because he just wants to learn and know how you’ll react to it. Satan loves finding out new things, and when it comes to sex with you it is no different.

Satan can go for a very long time because he’s figured out how to use his stamina to the fullest. Honestly you can’t even tell he’s close sometimes because he’s really got resolve. It’s sweet, sometimes he’ll even ask if you want him to come yet or to keep going.

Now, if you beg him to cum, especially inside you, his resolve flies right out the damn door. He will curse under his breath and get a little rougher and sloppier. He’ll grunt and growl the closer he is to coming if you’re a begging mess for him to cum.

Also if you’re AFAB he doesn’t mind period sex. Especially if it helps you with your cramps. He can probably pick up when you’re on your period, and if you’re embarrassed about it, he’ll reassure you that it’s totally fine.

He’s eight inches, with a slight above average girth. He’s relatively trimmed, but he doesn’t keep up with it every time, unless that’s what you want.

Satan is good with aftercare too, maybe not as good as some others, but still good. He’ll already have had a towel at the ready for the both of you, and he’ll make sure you drink water. He’ll cuddle up with you and if he’s still awake, he’ll read to you until the two of you fall asleep.

Asmo:

WE ALL KNOW HE’S A SWITCH, COME ON. He’s literally the avatar of Lust, he has probably been in every role, every position, knows every kink or fetish there is, been with every body type. He is VERSATILE.

With that being said, he himself adores having sex in front of a mirror some kind. He loves watching both himself fucking you, and having you see your lewd expressions of pleasure.

Asmo probably knows instinctively what kind of things you’re into sexually, but still loves to hear you say it out loud to him. Especially if you get flustered trying to tell him about it, he lives for that kind of shit.

Has a minor corruption kink tbh, especially if you’re the innocent or shy type. He loves teasing you, and will even pretend as if he didn’t hear you the first time and that you need to speak louder about what you want, and how badly you want it.

Bro when he makes love to you? Fuck, it’s intimate, like, you might actually cry from how emotional you are and how intimate it is. He’s full of love, and he wants you to love him for who he is too. Don’t worry though, he’ll always take care of you and if you need a break he’s okay with that too.

He might be a tiny bit against marking him at first, because he does make a point to really take care of his skin, but honestly if he overstimulates you and you just need some kind of fucking outlet, he won’t mind being that outlet.

Scratch his shoulders and back, litter his skin with hickies. Asmo gets off to how you're just writhing under him and don’t know what to do with all the pleasure you’re feeling, so if he has to take care of his skin a little more than usual as a consequence to his own actions, he’ll do it.

If you want Asmo to ruin you, he will. He will make sure that literally no one in all the three realms can please you like he can. The kind that even if you’re with some other sexual partner in the future, he will still always be lingering in the back of your mind.

He also adores non-sexual acts of intimacy too! Take showers or baths with him! Have him do your makeup or vice versa, let him paint your nails, massage you, brush your hair or you brush his. Of course Asmo knows exactly how to make you scream his name, but he also wants to know your heart just as intimately.

He has a seven and a half inch dick, with an average girth, but god damn does he know what to do with it that really it shouldn’t matter what his dick looks like. Asmo also cares about his looks, so of course his cock looks just as pretty as him.

AFTERCARE KINGGG he’s honestly the best in the aftercare department out of all of his brothers. The only one who could really compete with him in terms with aftercare would be Barbatos. HE WILL PAMPER YOU. Honestly no matter how rough the sex was, any pain you may have can disappear with his aftercare if that’s how you want it. If you also want to purposely not walk for awhile, he’s totally fine with that too.

Beel:

SERVICE DOM, SERVICE DOM, SERVICE DOM. He will put in THE WORK. He will even let you use him however you want if it means you’re getting your pleasure too. In that case he can sometimes be a bit of a switch, but it’s just really that he loves pleasuring you.

Listen, he will literally go down on you for hours if you do not physically try and push him off at some point. Use your pact to stop him even. Besides food, he just wants to eat you out at any point. He’s a glutton, he’s never satisfied, even if you’ve cum twenty times and crying from overstimulation. You gotta snap him out of it and beg for him to give you some break. Really, you should bring snacks with you, because you can distract him momentarily enough to give yourself five minutes while he eats the snacks.

With that being said, he also will leave hickies and bite marks if he gets a little too carried away with his sin. Of course he doesn’t want to hurt you, and if you don’t like hickies and love bites he will hold himself back from doing it.

He has a pretty low libido, but when you two do have sex, it’s like a whole fucking day’s session. Beel will have a hard time stopping, so even if you have sex maybe once a week or once every two weeks, that one session will literally be HOURS worth of activities of you two fucking. I’m not talking about 3 or 4 hours either, I mean legit like nearly 8 fucking hours, if it wasn’t for the fact that you both need actual fucking food and water.

I would incorporate food play with caution. It is very hot, and yes, he will lick everything off of your body, but like I mentioned earlier he can leave bite marks if he gets carried away.

SIT. ON. HIS. FACE. DO NOT HOVER. SIT. SUFFOCATE HIM WITH YOUR FUCKING THIGHS. HE DOESN’T CARE. LISTEN BABY, HE’S STRONG ENOUGH TO CARRY YOUR FULL WEIGHT, DO NOT WORRY ABOUT IT. JUST SIT ON HIS FACE.

Listen if you have a small Somnophilia discussion with him and give him permission to basically use you as a midnight snack, he will take you up on that offer. A very tired Beel between your legs while you’re sleeping? Yeah, he might even fall asleep with his head between your legs after he’s satiated too.

If you’re AFAB, Beel also doesn’t mind period sex, but some of it is because he does kinda wanna know what you taste like on your period. Of course once he figures out that it makes you feel better too, he’ll love period sex even more, because he loves being able to help you out that way.

Out of all the brothers he’s the least possessive, and wouldn’t mind having some kind of threesome with you if that’s what you wanted. At the end of the day he trusts you and knows you’re coming back to him, so he’s not very worried about other people. And even if he did have to worry, he’s so intimidating that most people don’t want to compete with him anyway.

With that being said, if you’re at one of his Fangol games, he once again, might eat you out in some storage closet if he’s feeling hungry. Again, because he’s so heated, sweaty, and intimidating looking, no one will bother you two during that intermission. So despite it being semi-public sex, in the sense that you can get caught, if anyone hears your moans coming from the room, you’re safe.

He’s a big boy, he really is. He’s ten and a half inches, and above average girth too. He doesn’t really think about trimming unless you ask him to or if he thinks you’re bothered by it. Besides that, it’s not a big issue for him, so he won’t go out of his way to do it. Not to say that he isn’t clean, he’s very clean, he just doesn’t really trim.

Pretty decent in the aftercare department, he’ll easily carry you to help you clean up. He’ll feed you snacks and give you water, he’ll massage your thighs, and he’s a fantastic cuddler. With that being said, pleaseeee reassure him that you’re okay. He will absolutely worry that he might have gone too far, or hurt you, and will not forgive himself for it. Praise him and tell him that you enjoyed it, that you’re okay, and that you love him. That’s all he needs to hear from you to know that things are going to be okay.

Also I am in a brain rot that he loves the mating press position and if you let him cum inside you he will slowly develop a small breeding kink. He can’t cum just once in the session either, he goes for multiple too.

He’s not a very vocal one, but he will grunt, growl, and groan at short phrases such as “you’re taking me so well,” “So pretty,” “Taste so good,” “I love you,” “delicious,” and maybe even the rare occasional curse. Just know he does feel very good, and what he doesn’t say about his own pleasure, you can see very clearly on his face.

Belphie:

(For Belphie’s part all except for one point at the very end was written by the very lovely @iambutadepress I love you! Thank you for dragging me down the rabbit hole, and also helping me with this! Anything I added I put in parentheses!)

Belphie can be lazy, but when it comes to you? He’ll pull out the works.

He can range from Hard Dom to Power Bottom but either way, he always lets you know who has control.

As much as he loves his twin brother, he will not share you at all unless it’s platonic; He’s easily jealous. (He will allow cuddle session sandwiches with you between the two of them.)

With this jealousy he has a major marking kink, mainly scratches and bite marks the damn sadist.

Belphie’s dick is of average size and girth but he makes up for this in how rough his thrusts are. (Personally, I like to think that the average for a demon is like 7 inches or something. The human average is about 5 inches. So I think it wouldn’t be extreme to say that demon’s average is 7, with the “bigger” ones being close to 10 to 12 inches.)

ORGASM DENIAL!!! Mans wants to see you beg and plead underneath him and if you’re riding him he will make you a drooling mess forced to sit straight up on his cock. (I also think he’s got a lot of stamnia despite being a very sleepy boi. He can easily keep denying your orgasm for awhile without even breaking a sweat.)

He uses his tail as a whip or as restraints. (Especially if you’re being rather bratty.)

Shameless flirt to the max, be it whispers, sly comments, or explicit remarks, he will make sure you are flustered and begging for more. (I think if you flirt with him back too, it’ll only spur him on to just flirt with you even more and get more and more explicit and teasing as it continues.)

He thinks it’s cute when your a blushing mess.

Degradation kink to the max, but will throw in some praise when he feels you deserved it.

Belphie can like choking but the minute you seem to struggle too much he will immediately stop… we all remember THAT chapter. (RIP)

Favorite position can be cowgirl or reverse cowgirl because it requires the least amount of work on his end but he can still control the pace and how much you go.

ASS AND THIGHS MAN. (I bet he thinks that your thighs are one of the best pillows he can ever have, let him sleep in your lap, play with his hair, he still won’t go easy on you next round, but he’ll thank you.)

Aftercare needs some work. He will usually fall asleep after you’ve both orgasmed but with enough prodding he will help you clean up… but THE CUDDLES ARE IMMACULATE.

Call him sir… just do it

Man’s has a mean streak and his spite against Lucifer is strong: shameless explicit flirting in front of him as well as major PDA.

Keeps the volume low *for him* with some grunts and growls but makes sure you’re screaming so all of devildom knows who you belong to.

PRIMAL KINK!!! WILL CHASE YOU IF YOU RUN.

He more than likely has a Dacryphilia kink.

(I wanted to also add in Somnophilia! If you want to fuck him while he’s sleeping, he’s totally okay with that. He also wants to be able to do the same thing to you though, he won’t at all feel bad for waking you up by fucking you a bit too roughly.)

Diavolo:

Diavolo is a switch through and through, you can’t convince me otherwise. He knows he looks intimidating, and his status as the future king does make him intimidating. Yes, he can be intimidating when he wants to be, but he especially doesn’t want you of all people to feel like you have to walk around eggshells around him. He’ll be a sub for you to make you comfortable.

He will be on his knees for you if that’s what you ask him to do. Even with as big of a demon he is, even seeing him on his knees in front of you is really fucking hot.

He also is kinda into BDSM. He’s not as intense as Lucifer, but he’ll be interested in “funishments” and being tied up or tying you up. He can brat tame with the best of em.

He much prefers being in his demon form when he’s having sex, but if it’s a little too much for you, he’ll be in his human form too. Now, if you pull on his horns or rub them, he will growl or whine, depending on what position he’s in.

Speaking of being a demon, he too, also has both a corruption kink and a worshipping kink. He will want to ruin you and corrupt his pretty exchange student, but also, he will make you worship him as your Lord, or will even worship you as his own royalty.

ANOTHER DEMON WHERE YOU CAN SIT ON HIS FACE. HE WILL EAT YOU OUT LIKE A MAN STARVED TOO.

Diavolo can rail you into next week and make sure you can’t walk for a hot minute or make love to you all damn night, anyway you want it, he will always deliver.

I also think he has nipple piercings tbh and they’re probably super sensitive. Suck on his tiddies, he’ll love it. He’s got fucking pillow pecs, you can sleep on em with no issues.

Another person who’s probably thought of getting a dick piercing of some kind too. Whether he has one or not is up to you, but I definitely think he’s at least thought about it.

He loves holding your hands when you two have sex. If he’s railing you, he can pin both of your hands above your head with just one hand, or he can gently intertwine his fingers with yours and press a kiss to the knuckles mid thrust. Diavolo just loves how your hands look in his, especially since he’s got such big hands.

He also loves the mating press position or even doggy style. He loves hitting the very deepest parts of you, and he wants to get as deep as fucking possible every thrust.

Another one with a size kink, if you say he’s too big to fit, he’s going to tell you in the sweetest way possible that he’s going to make himself fit. Then praise you and thank you for taking every thick inch he has.

THIGH RIDING. If you want to ride his thick ass thighs instead he will totally let you. Maybe he’s too busy doing paperwork but sees how needy you are, he’ll tell you that you can use his thigh until he’s done with the paperwork.

Another one who’s also into cockwarming too. The way you’re so desperate for him to move but he’s got you pinned against his hips using his strong hands makes him so turned on. He could keep you there for hours if you’re being bratty.

He does have a breeding kink, he wants to fuck his seed into you, and he wants to make sure you don’t waste a single drop of it. Diavolo will keep filling you up to the brim with his cum if that’s what it takes. When he cums too, he cums a LOT. Like the sheer amount of it is impressive too.

Another one that is you’re AFAB doesn’t mind period sex or even pregnancy sex. Honestly pregnancy sex really stirs something deep within him too. He’ll gently shush you and tell you that he’s going to give you exactly what you want.

Diavolo has a lot of self-control!! We all know about the pudding story!! If you somehow had a demon level aphrodisiac he would take care of you no problem to get rid of it’s effects, but he wouldn’t do it through penetrative sex. He wants to make sure you’re of completely sound mind to consent to him doing such a thing.

The one thing he definitely doesn’t have control over is how LOUD he is in bed. He’s so freaking loud!! He’s moaning, whining, growling, groaning, dirty talking, cursing, he is so loud!! Gag him if you want him to shut up.

He’s got STAMNIA. Another one that could go for hours and hours, if he had the time. Most of the time though, he doesn’t. But damn if he could, he would.

I personally don’t think he can make pacts with people, but if he could, he would totally make a pact with you. He trusts you that much. He also just likes the idea that if for whatever reason you need him to stop, you could use your pact to stop him. Since he can’t make pacts though, he’s very attentive and observant to make sure he doesn’t get carried away with his own pleasure, that it’s somehow at your own expense.

If you mark him, he will wear them proudly. No one will question him about it, they’ll notice them and plainly ignore them as if he isn’t covered with dark hickies and scratch marks.

I kinda think Diavolo is secretly possessive..! Like he would definitely partake in a threesome with you, and either Lucifer or Barbatos, but he needs to be the one in control to know that he's the one you're truly with. Sure, they’re pleasuring you, but you’re going to be screaming Diavolo’s name the loudest, and he’ll make sure of that. (Also he’s the only one who can cum inside you.)

Diavolo’s the biggest of the big boys. He’s eleven and a half inches, and above average girth too. He’s trimmed, and his pubic hair is actually just a little darker than the hair on his head.

He can be goofy or serious in bed! If you want to have a fun time and laugh with him, he can do that! But he can also take sex intimately serious too.

He’s fantastic with aftercare! He’ll always make sure your health and safety are his number one priority just like he always has even before your relationship. Anything you want, he will give to you. Don’t be afraid to ask! Even if you just want something comforting from the human realm, he’ll get it for you.

He’s so proud of you, he adores you. If anyone tried to give him shit about taking a human as his consort, they will see Diavolo’s bad side. Regardless of what happens, he will almost make sure you know how loved you are.

Barbatos:

Barbatos is a dom!! (But he can be a switch, it’s just not his preference) He’s so used to serving people all the time that when it comes to sex, he needs to get out his energy!! He’s going to make sure you get your pleasure, but he’s definitely going to be getting his.

Another one that uses his tail during sex, either to tease you, restrain you, fuck you…

He’s also into BDSM maybe even a bit more than Lucifer but only if you allow him too. If you’re not into it, then he won’t do it. Your consent and comfort is important to him.

If you are into BDSM though, wow… He’s got so much shit. Toys, gags, restraints, whips/floggers, blindfolds...

Of course, once again, if that’s not what you want, he’ll be very understanding of that. If all you want is gentle vanilla sex even, he’ll be willing to do just that. He wants to know that you’re comfortable with him.

He’s a tease!! He’s also really big fan of orgasm denial!!

Also has a corruption kink. Listen, they’re demons and they canonically manipulate humans and corrupt them. Of course they’d be fucking turned on by corrupting you, their precious little human.

Definitely loves sensory deprivation, he loves playing with your senses and overstimulate you by doing that in the process.

He loves receiving oral more than he does giving, I mean, he does love giving, don’t get me wrong, but he much prefers to see you sucking him off tbh. He hardly ever gets to really take some time for himself like this, so seeing your mouth wrapped around his cock is a great sight for him.

The only time he’s really going to be kind of a sub is if you want to body worship him. He’ll let you spoil him to your hearts content. If you want to deny your own orgasm but make him cum multiple times, praising him, and just in general showing him how much you truly do love and appreciate him, he’ll thank you relentlessly in between moans.

Not gonna lie if he sees you dress up in a sexy maid outfit he’s gonna mc-fucking-lose-it. He won’t think that you’re teasing him at all, in fact, if you call him master, you’re not gonna be able to walk afterwards. Calling him master is a fucking TURN ON. But especially if you’re dressed up like that? It’s over for you.

Also into spanking, he’ll start gentle at first, but if you’re really into spanking and he just sees how much of a mess you are bent over his lap, he’s going to get rougher with each moan. Don’t forget to count though! If you don’t, he’ll just “forget” where you two were and start over!

Once again, if you’re AFAB he also doesn’t mind period sex. There’s a few on here that I am just sure of that of. He doesn’t mind the mess, he’s going to reassure you that it’s fine repeatedly, he just wants you to feel good.

Barbatos is about eight and a half inches, with a pretty girthy cock. He’s definitely well kept too.

I definitely think he’s started masturbating more often since you’ve come around. It was more than likely a guilty pleasure of his. Once you two start dating though, he’ll just prefer to wait until you come by and let out all his sexual tension that way. He’ll tell you all the freak-nasty shit he’s thought about with you too.

Honestly if you’re into mutual masturbation too, he’ll love it even more. Guiding each other towards your pleasure. Be ready for a round two though with the actual thing though.

As I mentioned in Asmo’s part, Barbatos will literally be the next closest Aftercare King!! He will PAMPER you. Especially if you had a BDSM sesh, he will make sure you aren’t hurting too much after, and be sure he knows all of the ways to take care of you and make you feel better.

He doesn’t have a food play kink, but one time both of you were baking a cake, and you got some icing on yourself and he did have to readjust his pants before grabbing a towel and cleaning you up. Barbatos couldn’t help but imagine that was his cum on you that you were licking off of yourself.

Which, speaking of, Barbatos can be very messy sometimes when it comes to sex, typically he’s a very neat and clean person, but goddamn if there isn’t times that he just wants to cum all over you.

Might be interested in having a remote controlled vibrator that he has control of. When he’s working, he’s working, and takes his job very seriously. But if you had the vibrator in you possibly during a time you and Diavolo are having tea, he’s going to remotely control it and tease the shit out of you. Not enough for Diavolo to notice, but definitely enough that you notice and are paranoid about Diavolo noticing.

He’ll serve you tea and cakes as your legs are shaking and he’ll simply give you an innocent smile as if he doesn’t have the damn remote in his pocket, before he asks if you two need anything else… and of course you want to tell him you want him to fuck you, but you can’t do that right now. He’s working, and Diavolo is across from you. It makes you that much more needy.

Solomon:

Dom leaning switch! He loves to experiment and try new things, but he definitely leans much more to being dominant or being a power bottom.

Also if you try and dom him you better be a brat tamer because he’s going to be the biggest fucking brat in all of the three realms.

If you manage to brat time him though, give yourself a damn pat on the back, first of all, but two, putting in all the fucking work would be worth it to see him a whining begging mess. It’s so rare to see sometimes, but it’s the best damn sight.

I have absolute brain rot from the blood pact headcanon (that I will link separately just in case the writer doesn’t want to be associated with NSFW things) so if you have a blood pact with him, be ready for both of you to be super overstimulated when you two have sex.

The emotions and physical feeling between the both of you with a blood pact is heightened ten-fold when you two are having sex. He has almost lost his resolve a few times because every time you orgasm it feels as if he’s orgasmed too, even if he hasn’t.

Like I mentioned he loves to experiment!! Like Satan, he’s studied you and knows everything to get you to orgasm in less than a minute, and wants to know your reactions to certain things you two try!

Some of his favorite kinks though is wax play, sensory deprivation, semi-public sex (like places that are “private” but you can easily get caught in.), orgasm-denial and overstimulation, hair tugging (not pulling), and dumbification.

He can both degrade you and praise you, he switches through both very naturally, and like I mentioned above loves dumbification, so if you get cock-dumb he will tease you relentlessly about it.

Honestly though he’ll just tease you regardless. That’s another thing that turns him on. He will sext you and send you nudes in the middle of class, move his hands up your thigh, whisper dirty things into your ear. He may even pull you into some abandoned classroom to fuck you, but not let you orgasm, and leave you there begging for more. He’s a TEASE and he shows NO MERCY.

He wants you to fucking BEG him to fuck you so desperately, he wants to see you so fucking needy for him that you look like you’re on the verge of tears. Then he wants to fucking ruin you when he finally gives you what you want. If you don’t thank him for fucking you after, he’s just going to tease you more and then deny yet another orgasm from you.

Sex magic is a thing, and now that he has you, he’s going to want you two to use it. I’d like to think that since his feelings for you, he hasn’t used it or been to somewhere where he could, because all he could think about was you, but not that you two are dating? Hell… People think you two are like rabbits sometimes, even if you aren’t fucking like them.

He’s a lingerie man! Wear lingerie!! He will take pictures of you in his bed, before he pulls the beautiful garment off of you, then take pictures of you fucked out and dripping with his cum. He’ll save it for a rainy day.

Which, is another thing, he will take and save all of your pictures, whether they’re dirty or not. Of course, he’s respectful though, if you two break up, or you’re just not comfortable with him having your nudes even though you two are dating, he’ll sit down with you and let you watch him delete them. But if you are okay with him keeping them… yeah, Solomon has a personal folder FILLED with you in it.

Solomon loves to see you bouncing on his cock!! He’ll tease you relentlessly, hold you hips to his just before you orgasm, just so he can deny said orgasm, he’ll watch as you’re a moaning drooling mess from working yourself on his cock for so long. Especially if he’s being a bit of a bratty damn, he’ll make you work for your own orgasm if you want it so badly.

If he’s up way too late in the night studying or working on some spell or portion, suck him off or fuck him. Any energy he has left, even if you’re doing all the damn work, will immediately dissipate and he will be TIRED. Too tired to keep studying or doing whatever he was working on. Put his ass to bed using your body.

Listen, regardless if you’re AFAB or AMAB Solomon loves fingering you. It’s his favorite goddamn past time. He will literally be reading a book or working on a spell with one hand, and fucking you with the other. He will ignore your moans and pleas for more, it’s almost as if this somehow keeps him grounded. If you allow him, he’s even participate a little bit in somnophilia just to finger you while you’re sleeping, and while he’s trying to fall asleep. Again, it somehow just grounds him in the weirdest way possible, but honestly, you can’t complain… He’s fantastic with his fingers.

Solomon is above average in human size, at almost seven inches himself. He’s got an average girth though. He’s another one that’s hit or miss on trimming, because he’s not bothered by it, but if you are, he’ll trim it more often than usual.

Listen, one of his dirty fantasies is to get you two fucked up on demon aphrodisiacs and just fucking go at it. Solomon wants to know what it’s like, but he definitely doesn’t want to do it alone.

Solomon loves kissing you, and he especially loves PDA. He loves PDA even more if he knows it’s also going to piss someone off. He will have his tongue in your mouth in the middle of a hallways of RAD with no goddamn shame.

Speaking of no shame, he’s a shameless flirt!! There’s a fucking reason he’s got a pact with Asmo and gets along with him so well!! He’s a goddamn flirt, and tease, like I said, and anything to make you flustered and needy is his actual true purpose in life it seems!!

Listen he can be an absolute freak if you allow him to be, but if you’re not into it as much, he understands.

Simeon:

Simeon is very much a sub leaning switch. I mean this as like he’s 90% a sub, and 10% has a corruption kink. If you’re innocent and shy, and wants to corrupt you. If you’re a virgin too, that 10% really comes out even more.

He does have a corruption kink, like I mentioned, and it goes both ways. If you’re innocent, and sweet and shy, and like I said, a virgin, he wants to ruin you. But if you’re not? He wants you to ruin him. Please corrupt him, please stay be his side and make it worth the possible fall from grace. He adores you, and will do whatever you want.

At most if you want him to dom it’s going to be a very soft service dom. He doesn’t have the mentality to want to hurt you, even if it does give you pleasure too.

With that being said, if he accidentally overstimulates you or denies your orgasm, he’s not going to understand what he did at first. If it somehow becomes a pattern, he’ll slowly pick up on it. If it doesn’t, and you mention to him that he overstimulated you or denied your orgasm for a moment, he’s going to apologize and tell you that he had no idea. If you tell him that you liked it, he’s going to get FLUSTERED. But then maybe he’ll have the courage to tease you about it…

If you gently scratch his back where his wings would usually be, he’ll straight up whine. That area is SENSITIVE, and he might need to take a minute to recollect himself.

Now… You can use this to your advantage though if you dom him. Gently tie him up, gently run your nails up and down his back, give him little hickies and love bites, he’ll actually cum untouched from those sensations alone.

When you first start dating and start getting more into the more sexual aspect of your relationship, forgive him for easily getting hard at like… every little sexual thing that happens. He’s not quite used to these new lustful urges.

Simeon’s a “virgin” and I will explain… He hasn’t had penetrative sex. Now, he has had blow jobs and hand jobs. He’s been around for a long time and has had moments of sin that he’s had to repent for. He might have even used someone’s thighs, breasts, labia majora, ass cheeks, to grind/fuck into kind of like a fleshlight.

When he sinks into your hole for the first time, he almost cums on the spot. Give him a minute, no matter how needy you are, because he might just cum within the first few thrusts otherwise if you don’t give him a second to really calm himself down.

His stamina gets better over time! The more you two have sex, the longer he can keep going. It’s a lot for him at first, but once he gets used to it, he’ll build up his stamina like everyone else.

Simeon also loves mutual masturbation as well, he likes finding out what you like, how you fuck yourself, what you think about, everything. It’s just another way that he can take note for himself.

Simeon is always insistent on you cumming first, he won’t even think about penetrating you if you haven’t cum first. He’s a giver, and will totally go down on you as long as you want him to.

Please reassure him that things are okay! That he’s a good boy! Praise him! He will feel guilty at first, he has to get out of the mindset that sin is something to feel guilty about. When you tell him how much you love him though, he’ll know that it’s worth it for you.

He’s nine inches, and above average girth. He probably doesn’t even realize how big he is, he probably doesn’t even think about it. So when you go to have sex for the first time and tell him how big he is, he might actually swell up with a little bit of pride.

Have him read an erotic story while you ride him and watch him fucking lose it. He won’t be able to speak correctly, but if you stop your movements and deny his orgasm over and over, he’ll thank you later when he finally does get to cum after he’s finished the erotica part of the story.

It might even give him some inspiration to write something of his own…

MAKE LOVE TO HIM. MAKE LOVE TO HIM. MAKE LOVE TO HIM. YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT. He’s intimate. Like almost Asmo levels of intimate that he can almost bring you to tears from feeling so loved and blessed.

You can degrade him if you’re “corrupting” him. He’ll love it, but he prefers praise if it’s anything else besides that. It’s the same thing for you, he can degrade you if he’s corrupting you, but other than that it’s all praise.

He’ll need a little guiding at first, but once he learns, he’s completely yours. I mean that in the sense that he is perfectly molded and crafted to your needs and your needs only. He already gave you his heart and mind, his body is something else.

He’s actually got a pretty good idea on aftercare!! Simeon of course will adapt to your own needs, but he’s not clueless!!

That goes for a lot of things, yes he might need to adapt and need to be guided for your own needs, but he’s not clueless! Don’t assume because he’s an angel that’s he’s a saint.

#Obey Me #Obey Me x Reader #OM! Mammon x Reader #OM! Diavolo x Reader #OM! Lucifer x Reader #OM! Leviathan x Reader #OM! Satan x Reader #OM! Asmodeus x Reader #OM! Beelzebub x Reader #OM! Belphegor x Reader #OM! Solomon x Reader #OM! Barbatos x Reader #OM! Simeon x Reader #Lemon #Obey Me Imagines #nsft

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ahcrie4help · 5 months

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My Personal HeadCannon(s) on the Demon Bros’ (+ Dia) Height(s) ~!!

Now, I know their heights have been “confirmed”-ish, but I just don’t accept that they would have just “normal” height measurements 🤥. Even in their human forms, I think they would be way above average heights cause they are still DEMON AVATARS OF HELL- or whatever so.. I also believe some of them vary when in their human and/or demon forms 😌

From Shortest to Tallest:

Asmodeus - 5 ‘10 (Stays the same in both forms)

Belphegor - 5 ‘11 (6 ‘0 in demon form)

Mammon - 6 ‘0 (Stays the same in both forms (not including horns tho))

Leviathan - 6 ‘2 (stays the same in both forms (not including horns))

Satan - 6 ‘2.5 (6 ‘3 in demon form)

Lucifer - 6 ‘4 (Stays the same MAYBE 6 ‘4.5 🙄 (not including horns))

Beelzebub - 6 ‘6 (6 ‘8 in demon form)

Diavolo - 6 ‘8 ( A whopping 7 ‘0 in his demon form 🤭🤤)

Extra:

I like always felt that Belphie was the shortest but apparently that is not the case, so I tried to at least stay a little cannon 🤷

#obey me! shall we date?#obey me! swd #obmswd #obey me! headcanons #obey me! lucifer #obey me! mammon #obey me! leviathan #obey me! satan #obey me! asmodeus #obey me! beelzebub #obey me! belphegor #obey me! diavolo #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me lucifer x reader #om! beelzebub x reader #om! mammon x reader

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onlinekitsune · 11 months

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#HYPEBOY: maybe you could be the one ♡

ೃ⁀➷ PAIRING, GENRE, WARNINGS: mammon x gn! reader, playful teasing and sfw affection, no established relationship but a lot of flirting, protective mammon teehee, no warnings!

ೃ⁀➷ SYNOPSIS: the plan was to actually study despite your hatred for it. you really did think you'd spend your night studying away, but when mammon barged in. you started to question if you'd get the night to yourself. and when asmodeus walked in, you really knew your night was already planned. abandoning your responsibilities for a night was worth it... right?

ೃ⁀➷ WRITER’S NOTE: hey…hi… long time no see… returning with part two!! so i hope you all enjoy!! knock on wood that i come out with part three quicker! i hope you all are doing well! take care of yourself, don’t forget to eat, stay hydrated, i love you!

dividers by cafekitsune!!

In all of your time in the Devildom, you never saw Mammon act as much as a cat as right now. He jumped from his spot and fell back beside you. You silently cursed Asmodeus for his timing, but were grateful that he was too preoccupied with his phone. A sigh of relief escaped you, knowing you didn’t have to explain the position you both were in.

“Oi, knock next time, will ya?!” Mammon barked. Asmodeus waved his hand in the air, still focused on his phone.

“It’s not like you ever knock!” He sneered, gracefully sliding his phone into his pocket. Asmodeus made himself comfortable beside you on your bed. He gave a small smile and batted his eyes. It was immediately clear what he wanted. “So… You’re coming along right?”

You bit the side of your cheek, knowing full well that you’d be drag to this party one way or another. Before you could get any response out, Asmo encased your hands and gave you his best puppy dog eyes. A small ‘tch’ escaped you. It was hard saying no to Asmodeus. He was your best friend! For the better… and the worst.

“Why are ya gettin’ so touchy feely with them! Keep ya hands to yourself!” Mammon protested, trying to wiggle your hands from Asmo.

“Hey! I’m trying to get them to go to this party! This was your job, remember!! You said you’d be able to do it with ease, hm?”

Mammon huffed, not bothering to reply. You ran your hands through your hair, tossing it when reaching the ends. “Fine. I guess I’ll go. But, if we get caught, I’m not taking the blame!”

Excitement shined through Asmodeus’ eyes. It was almost like a reflection of a shooting star passing through. He planted a small kiss on your cheek, causing Mammon to let out a soft scoff. Asmodeus leaped up, doing a small twirl in the process. “I knew I could count on you! You won’t regret it! It’s going to be so fun! What are you wearing?”

“Uhm… I didn’t think that far. I wasn’t-“

“Oh! You should totally let me dress you up! You’d be the cutest human there! Followed by the cutest devil there, of course! I could let you borrow whatever you want, come!” He rambled, pulling you up from your bed. You didn’t have a choice but to be whisked from your bed to Asmodeus’ room. Mammon reluctantly tagged along. Upon reaching his room, Asmodeus didn’t hesitate to leave you to compile an outfit. Leaving you alone with Mammon.

He pouted beside you, clearly annoyed with having to share your company. Though he’d never actually admit that to you. “Having fun?” You poked, nudging his shoulder with yours. He replied with rolling his eyes and returning the nudge back at you. “You seem a little tense? Maybe a bit jealous?”

Mammon’s eyebrows raised, followed by his face catering a soft shade of pink. “Me? The Great Mammon? Jealous? No way! A demon like me would never be jealous over a human, that’s stupid!” He uttered. You squint your eyes and tilted your head. Mocking the motions as if you were studying him.

“My little lamb! Come here, pretty please!” Asmodeus called, once again tearing you from your moment. You brushed a finger across Mammon’s back while heading towards his closets. “Stand here, don’t move.” He urged. Asmodeus held up various outfits, mumbling to himself. You lost count of how long you stood there after the third outfit. “This… this is the one. Now I have to get ready, off you go!” He finally smiled, laying the outfit across your hands. On your way out, you noticed Mammon had left. Despite your devious urges, it’d be best if you actually started to prepare yourself for this party.

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Midnight Party Train

Asmodeus, Mammon,+ 4 Others...

Asmodeus: Okay!! Party is in an hour!!~ We’re meeting in MC’s room!! ♡

Satan: Ok. Curses are already placed so Lucifer won’t catch us.

Beelzebub: Hm….. So Hungry.

Mammon: Stop ya droolin’… we’ll be there soon. Ya better be ready MC!!!

You rolled your eyes and sent a quick emoji in reply. You nervously eyed the outfit Asmodeus picked out for you and started to get ready. Minutes had pass as you put a little effort into your appearance. You decided to hold back but still put enough effort to look like you were going to a party.

Unexpectedly, Asmodeus was the first to enter your room. He excitedly ran up to you with his hands cupping his face. He was definitely proud of himself for making you look extra ravishing tonight. Satan and Beelzebub followed behind. You didn’t fully expect Satan to come along but was pleased anyway. The more the merrier, they say. Mammon was the last brother to arrive. Just a few minutes short of Asmodeus going to drag him here himself.

“Fashionably late?” You smirked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Mammon’s eyes flicked up towards you.

“Y-Yeah.” He managed to stutter out. He was so dumbfounded by how good you looked. You always looked good, but just something about this outfit just made you shine.

“Okay! We’re just waiting on…”

“Hey! Hope I’m not too late!” Solomon grinned, squeezing past Mammon. “You always seem to put yourself right in the middle of chaos, MC” Your shoulders shrugged, while a sly smile escaped you.

“Eh, What can I say? It finds me.”

“Okay! Enough chit chat!! Let’s go to this party!! Solomon?” Asmodeus urged, stepping towards the two of you. He chuckled and started conjuring a transportation spell. Within minutes, your room slowly began to fade away. Solomon had planted all of you a couple of feet from The Fall.

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simeons-sinful-saint · 2 years

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[Craѕн]

(oм)мaммon х gn!мc

wc: 1.5ĸ

ѕynopѕιѕ: тнe υnтнιnĸaвle нappenѕ and мaммon ιѕ leғт тo вlaмe нιмѕelғ

cw: car accιdenтѕ, вlood, мedιcal ѕтυғғ, Arguments

noтe: вoy oн вoy ιтѕ вeen a wнιle. ι wroтe тнιѕ ғorever ago and jυѕт never poѕтed ιт. ιтѕ ѕoмe angѕт! good ol ғaѕнιoned angѕт. ιdĸ ιғ ιll вe coмpleтely вacĸ yeт вυт ι мιѕѕed тнιѕ вlog :( ғorgιve мe ғor тaĸιng ғorever. enjoy!!!

You loved him. You truly do, but he can get on your last nerve at times. Tonight was one of those evenings.

“MC, come on. You don’t need to hang out with my loser brothers all the time.”

“I’ll have you know that they’re my friends! We keep having this discussion Mammon!”

You just left the restaurant, trying to enjoy the time alone you actually did get with your boyfriend. And yet, he goes in ruining it by bringing up that you hang out with his brothers. You loved them dearly, but it does kill you when they interrupt time with you and Mammon.

He was frustrated, but you were also frustrated when he acted this way. Feeling like he was trying to control all of your social life. You growled a little as you both made your way across the parking lot.

“We keep having it because I feel like I don’t get enough time with you!” Mammon opened the drivers side door, and you followed suit with the passenger side.

“Well we had time today! We WERE on a date, and YOU ruined it!”

“So you’re saying this is my fault?!”

“Yes!” He rolled his eyes and started the car, “I just wanted to have a good time taking you to one of my favorite restaurants in my home town, and you bring them up again.”

Mammon didn’t say anything. All you could hear was the humming of the engine as he drove back onto the main road.

“You know what? They’re ruining our time together because you’re obsessed with the idea that you’re the only one who can make me happy!”

“Am not! I just want to spend time with you.” Mammon stopped the car at the red light. Enough for him to turn to see your angry face.

“Well I don’t. We need to have a long discussion once we get back to the House!”

He was speechless. Dread set in, then more anger, “Oh so you wanna break up with me? Well I’m your first, and you can’t replace me!”

“I’m not trying to replace you. Maybe your brothers are right. You aren’t that smart.”

His grip on the steering wheel tightened. Out of the corner of his eye, the light turned green. He was still looking at you while he put his foot on the gas, “So this is what you think of me?”

Before you could say anything, you caught another pair of headlights coming towards the two of you, “Mammon!”

His head whipped around to see that the car coming the other way swerved into your lane. Mammon couldn’t steer away that quick.

The next thing he knew was that he was cradled by the air bag from the steering wheel. Once he got his bearings, Mammon turned quickly towards you.

Your air bag didn’t go off, and you were slumped forward clearly out cold. He could see blood dripping from the right side of your body, staining your pant leg.

“MC!!” He tried to get you to wake up, but you weren’t moving. Mammon tried to eject his seatbelt, but something was jamming it. He couldn’t get out.

He kept crying out your name trying to get you to wake up. He felt some relief when he heard you mumble something. Mammon couldn’t make out what you said, but at least it meant you were alive.

Mammon was startled by the flashing blue and red lights that pulled up next to the cars.

It all happened in a blur. He couldn’t see anyone else beside you, even as they cut the doors open and drag the two of you out. You were so close and so far away. The words they were saying didn’t even register. Mammon only saw you being strapped to the gurney and rushed away.

“Wait!” Mammon yelled. The paramedics tried to get him to calm down enough to evaluate him. When they determined he was fine, Mammon started to come down from his adrenaline high. He turned and looked at the other driver being taken care of by other paramedics. Mammon was too stunned to comprehend what just happened.

“Sir, we still recommend you go to the hospital. You may not be feeling anything now, but we should do it as a precaution. We can take you in the ambulance-“

“No! I want to be with MC!” The sad look on the paramedics face worried Mammon even more. He reached into his pocket and grabbed his D.D.D. Mammon stepped away from the EMTs to avoid suspicion of being a demon. He dialed a number and begged for the other person to answer, “Lucifer?!”

—

The brothers were sitting in the waiting room, waiting for the doctors to give good news. Humans were fragile and needed surgery in cases like this.

All they could do is let time pass until the surgeon to come out to let them know what happened.

Everyone was quiet. Nobody was doing anything. Beel said he wasn’t hungry. Levi didn’t even bring his games. Asmo didn’t talk about how this stress was ruining his skin. Satan was pacing around. Only Lucifer stayed by Mammon’s side. Trying to get Mammon to realize none of this was his fault.

Mammon couldn’t hear any of that. He played with his fingers, picking at any dead skin that hung off of it. He wanted to cry, but he didn’t have the energy to do so.

“Excuse me.” The surgeon’s voice cut through the stale air, and everyone’s attention was now on her, “MC is stable. They had some internal bleeding and broken bones which we had to put steel plating for. Now…”

Another doctor came up, his face didn’t give good news, “Your friend has suffered from a Diffuse Axonal injury. It’s unusual in a case like this, but not impossible. We need to wait for them to wake up to run more tests to see the severity. Unfortunately, I don’t know when that’ll be. I started them on a course of medicine to help reduce swelling. I’m sorry.”

Humans were so fragile. You were so fragile.

—

It had been a few days, and Mammon hadn’t left your bedside. The other brothers had to bring him food which he didn’t eat. They tried to relieve him of watching you so he could sleep, but he didn’t budge.

“We’re going home for the night,” Lucifer said, “I’m sure the doctors will call us when they wake up.”

“We had an argument…” Mammon mumbled, feeling the words sting as soon as they left. Lucifer frowned and sat next to him. To be the shoulder Mammon needed right now, “It’s my fault…”

“It’s not. You heard the police officer say that the other driver was very drunk. They already arrested him.”

Mammon’s hands balled up in anger, “No! If we weren’t arguing, I would have noticed. I could have protected them…”

Lucifer didn’t say anything. How could he? Mammon was inconsolable, mumbling over and over that he was the reason that you were lying here in a hospital bed.

“Well…we’re here for both you and MC,” Lucifer said, “Please come home if you get tired. I’ll be happy to be at MC’s side.”

No. Mammon wanted to be the one there if you woke up. No, he should have told himself when, not if. But each day that passes, your chances of surviving get smaller and smaller.

When Lucifer left, Mammon finally felt the tears stream down his face. He was so numb until this point. Now, he just wanted nothing more than for you to wake up.

“I’m so sorry…” he said through hiccups and sobs. His hand interlaced with yours which was still laying limp, “It’s all my fault. If I didn’t argue with you…I’m the worst boyfriend. I know that’s why you wanted to break up with me. After this, I’m sure you’d want nothing to do with me.”

His grip on your hand tightened as he muttered to himself for you to wake up.

“I’m so sorry MC…please for give me.”

His sobs continued to flood the room. He closed his eyes in hope that you’d wake up.

How did the human saying go? “A watched pot never boils.”If anyone walked in and tried to comfort him, it would only fall on deaf ears.

“Don’t cry.”

Mammon ignored whoever said it. It was faint anyway. Probably because he was tuning the entire world out.

“Mammon…don’t cry…” it was a little stronger. When he felt someone gripping his hand, his eyes shot open.

He saw you lying there with your eyes open, tears running down your face, “I’m so sorry Mammon…”

Your voice was so hoarse from not using it. Mammon quickly shushed you, carefully trying to cradle you.

“I’m so sorry too,” Mammon whispered, “I’m so glad you’re ok.”

You lightly laugh, “Well I don’t know how ok I am. I remember you calling my name in the car, then I don’t remember anything after that. Then I woke up.”

Mammon’s thumb rubbed against your cheek, wiping away any tears that were still falling.

“H-have I been out for long?”

“It’s been days. I thought I was going to lose you.” Mammon wanted to beat himself up for how much he wept. He wanted to play it cool, but he was just filled with so much relief. That you were alive.

He kept muttering ‘I love you so much’ until he got the nurse.

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xxgrimml0vrxx · 2 months

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Mammon is the type of boyfriend who…feels things very strongly so when he fall in love with you he falls HARD.

Mammon is the type of boyfriend to watch every little thing you do. Even in a crowded room all he sees is you.

Mammon is the type of boyfriend who loves making you laugh. Even if it’s because he did something stupid, seeing your smile and the way your whole face lights up makes it worth it!!!

Mammon is the type of boyfriend that can be possessive and protective. Definitely the type to walk up and ask “hey treasure, who’s this?” when he sees you talking to someone he doesn’t know.

Mammon is a very touchy boyfriend. Especially in public, holding hands, or a hand around your waist, even a hand on your ass when he’s feelings extra possessive.

Mammon is the type of boyfriend that tells you to embrace your dark side and flaws rather than trying to “fix” you. You’re already perfect in his eyes.

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demonvibez · 9 months

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Showering with Mammon

·Characters: Mammon x GN! Reader

·Word Count: 1800+

·Rating: Mature/Explicit ; Minors DNI

·Genre: Fluff, Smut

·Tags: fluff, mammon accidently walks in on reader, light punishment, smut, gender neutral sex, reader has GN body parts, mentions of fangs and marking, hand stuff, penetration

·A/N: this one was really cute fun to write! y'all know as our first, he would definitely be jumping at the chance to get into mc's shower! anyways, likes/comments/rb's are appreciated! lemme know which brother you'd wanna shower with next. ♡

You and the Avatar of Greed had been thick as thieves practically since the day you had dropped down into the Devildom and under his protection.

So it didn’t come to surprise anyone that Mammon had practically moved into your room after the two of you had forged a pact together.

He was so used to sharing the upstairs bathroom with five of his brothers, despite it always being crowded and disheveled after each of their uses.

He often kept a shower caddy full of various bath products given to him at the many modeling gigs he has worked - Shower Gels from Wersace, a custom hair care set from Goetia, and a plethora of skin care products from Majolish line the bottom of his tote.

Most days his routine is rather quick - wash hair, wash body, done. Some days, he likes to barricade the door and take his time to pamper himself.

So when Mammon starts spending more of his nights and days in your room, it is only natural that he also moves into your bathroom as well.

He ends up ditching the shower caddy, his bath products now lining the walls of your shower and the counter of your sink.

You have to scold him at first for always leaving wet towels and dirty clothes everywhere, but eventually the two of you fall into a routine.

You typically take your shower first, seeing as it is your bathroom after all, with Mammon taking his second to ensure you won't be late in the mornings.

Your system starts working perfectly, until one day a simple mishap changes everything between the two of you.

You were used to getting changed in the bathroom after you finished up your showers.

You were just stepping out of the shower, pulling a towel around your body when you suddenly hear Mammon shout out to you that he is going to grab something from his room real quick.

You don't reply to him, thinking he has left already. You don't hear any noise coming from your room, so you assume that you are all alone.

You drop your towel to the floor before walking towards the mirror by the sink, when all of the sudden, the door flies open and Mammon makes his way in without thinking.

"Hey, human! Did ya hear me or no- AHHHHHHHH!"

His eyes widen and his jaw drops to the floor as a deep rose blush creeps across his face.

The image of your naked form seers itself into his memory as his brain short circuits between lust and denial.

He moves his head to look away, a hand flying up to shield his blush from your eyes, but his own eyes keep darting back to you as his heart pounds in his chest.

You expect him to say or do something, but he's frozen there.

Your voice calling out his name breaks the silence, his brain kicking back into gear before he starts blabbering.

"W-w-what are ya doin?! I didn't see nothin'! I'm goin' out! I'll be back later!" he said as he made his way out of your bathroom, not allowing you to get a single word in.

You could have sworn you saw him steal one last little sneak peek at you before slamming the door closed on his way out.

You should probably be mad about the sudden invasion of privacy, but you always thought Mammon was adorable, and the entire situation was beyond hilarious.

At first this encounter made things a bit awkward for the two of you - or more accurately, it made Mammon act a bit awkward around you - but it ultimately brought the two of you closer together.

One morning, when the two of you are pressed for time, Mammon comes up with a brilliant idea - the two of you should just shower together!

You were a bit hesitant at first, as sharing a shower together would be quite intimate - especially at such an early time in the morning.

"I mean, we share a bed anyway! Why wouldn't ya wanna shower with The Great Mammon!?! Come on an’ hurry up, we're gonna be late for breakfast!"

Your first shower together was, yet again, a bit awkward, both unsure of what to do with each other.

Cheeks painted crimson and eyes darting rapidly, Mammon was a nervous mess, which you can't help but to find adorable - you let out a giggle.

"H-hey! What're ya laughin' at?! I ain’t lookin’ at nothin’! You’re just a human, what even is there ta see,” he stammered as he tried to hide his face behind one of his trembling hands.

You shook your head as you picked up the bottle of shampoo, squeezing a dollop into your hand with a grin across your face.

"Oh, nothing," you say as you reach up and begin to work his hair into a lather, "this was all your idea, you know."

His blush deepens at the feeling of your fingertips massaging his scalp, his eyes fluttering closed at the gentleness of your touch.

After scrubbing his hair for a little while, Mammon finally began to relax, and the two of you washed each other under the shower’s cascade, with tender touches and loving smiles.

You both took so long in the shower together that Lucifer let himself into your room and was waiting as the two of you walked in wrapped in towels, hair damp.

You both ended up receiving an hour and a half long lecture from the Avatar of Pride himself while tied down to your chairs in the middle of his private study.

Despite Lucifer's objections, the two of you continued to grow closer, and your bath times with Mammon grew more and more intimate.

One evening, after a particularly long week at RAD, Mammon decides it is time for the two of you to unwind together with a nice bubble bath.

He brings some of the LED lights from his room, setting them up around the outer edge of the bathtub, along with a nice bottle of champagne from the human realm and a bath bomb he stole from Asmodeus.

With the soothing atmosphere surrounding you both, the sound of the gentle fizz of the bath bomb in the air, you couldn't help but to sink into the warm water, relaxing into Mammon's arms as you leaned against him, your back pressed against his beautifully tan chest.

The moment Mammon has his arms around you, his resolve shatters and he can't help the sudden wave of greed that is washing over him, his arms tightening around you and his lips instantly finding your neck.

He whispers your name as his hands roam your body, his fangs lightly nipping at your neck as he feels your chest.

"Mine…mine…all mine," you hear him chanting in hushed tones against your skin as he gently marks you, one of his hands starting to travel down past your waist.

He starts teasing your sex as he starts kissing his way up to your ear, sending electricity through your body and making you crave him more.

Your sudden greed for him only turns him on even more, his pace getting faster as he sucks on your neck, his cock growing increasingly hard as you grind against his lap.

As he continues to toy with your most sensitive spots, he can’t hold himself back any longer, slipping himself inside of you in one slow, smooth motion.

The tight, snug feeling of you around him as he sinks into you makes him feel indescribably amazing, his demon form popping out instantly.

Mammon starts the pace out nice and slow, his hips moving his impossibly hard cock in and out of you as you grind against him just as slowly, one of his hands still stimulating you as the other grips your hip, his rings lightly digging into your soft flesh.

He starts to massage you faster, his own thrusting getting quicker as both of your moans grow louder, your eyes rolling into the back of your head at the sheer pleasure you’re feeling.

“S’right…cum for me, my human…wanna make ya feel good,” he moans into your ear as he continues through your orgasm, holding you down on his cock as he strokes you through your bliss.

He kisses your neck softly for a few moments as you catch your breath, before he picks you up and turns you around in his lap, sliding himself back into you once more with a moan.

His lips crash onto yours immediately as he wraps his arms around you, pouring passion into the kiss as he begins to bounce you on his cock.

Grabbing onto your ass, the pace continues to build again as the two of you exchange sloppy, greedy kisses, his wings wrapping around you to pull your bodies closer as the two of you lose yourselves in the moment - both of your hands grip at his scalp, one hand grabbing at his hair while the other grips one of his horns as the pleasure continues to build up inside of you.

Soon enough, the two of you are hitting your climax together, Mammon whisper-chanting sweetly against your lips as euphoria washes over you both.

“I love ya…I love ya…I love ya so damn much…”

You stayed there, cuddling in his arms and in his lap for a few minutes longer, until he noticed you shivering slightly as the water had gone cold.

He helped you to finish rinsing off before picking you up out of the bathtub and carrying you over to the sink counter, setting you down to go grab a towel to wrap you in.

After getting you dried off and dressing you in one of his black v-neck tees, he carries you over to your bed and sets you down before crawling under the covers with you, pulling you into a close snuggle.

His arms find their way around you as you rest your head against his chest, he tilts his head downward to press a kiss into the top of your head.

You let out a tired giggle, tilting your head up to steal a kiss from his lips, a huge smile on your face as you settle your cheek against his chest once again.

“I love you so much, my greedy demon. Sweet dreams,” you said with one last yawn as you drift off to sleep.

“I love ya too, treasure. I’ll always be here when ya wake up…” he whispered back to you, his own eyes growing heavy.

With his last final moments of wakefulness, Mammon couldn’t help but to think about how he was so damn lucky to find a treasure like you. You are worth more than all the Grimm in the Devildom - and he is determined to never lose you.

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tanzaniiite · 2 years

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FALLING FOR YOU • OBEY ME! MAMMON

requests: OPEN

warnings: mild angst, sorry not even mammon is exempt from this. but it’s mostly just two stupid idiots pining for each other.

word count: 3.1k (i think this is my longest fic y’all..)

song inspo(s): falling in love by dennis kruissen & drew love, falling for u by peachy! & mxmtoon

a/n: based on this interaction in one of mammon’s b-day events, happy birthday baby~!

*repost bc tumblr was being racis—*

“What’s on your mind, Monnie?”

You ask, lifting another forkful of birthday cake to your mouth. The birthday celebration only ended a few hours ago but the cake was basically gone, courtesy of Beel. Luckily, you managed to nab two slices for Mammon and yourself. So now the two of you are in his room, eating cake, at one in the morning because neither one of you wants to sleep. You assume he doesn’t want to sleep because he doesn’t want the high of his birthday to pass. And you because you want to stay up with him, despite feeling sleepiness tugging on your eyelids. Mammon looks at you, seemingly snapping out of his own thoughts, then glances down at his half eaten slice of cake. The demon has been uncharacteristically quiet since you both started eating and you can’t lie, you’re concerned.

“We should go.”

You give him a puzzled look, “Go… where?” You inquire, you’re not sure what he expects you to do with that vague fragment of a sentence. Mammon looks at you once more, “Y’know.. the cabin.” He states. The cabin..? Oh! The cabin he mentioned earlier that week. You didn’t think that was something he was genuinely thinking about doing, you figured it was just another one of his fleeting ramblings. You learned a long time ago to not take what Mammon says at face value… most of it anyway. This is a surprise, a welcomed one, but a surprise nevertheless.

He takes your silence as rejection and he quickly starts to backpedal. “N-Nevermind, it’s a stupid idea.” He huffs, getting up and tossing his half eaten cake in the trash. You shake your head, “No it’s not. A weekend getaway with you sounds nice.” You claim, bending the handle of the plastic fork nervously, feeling your face become flush. It’s no secret that you have feelings for Mammon and vice versa but you both were too scared to take that initial leap. The avatar of greed just sucks his teeth, “Yeah, it sounds nice but there’s no way Lucifer will let us go.” He mumbles, hands on his hips, a small scowl on his lips.

You place your now empty plate on his nightstand, crawl to the foot of his bed, and hesitantly take his hand in yours. The noise that escapes the demon’s mouth causes you to laugh slightly. It's a mixture between a squawk and a squeak, whatever it is, it’s cute. Clearing his throat, he quickly delves into why you can’t just grab a guy’s hand out of nowhere and how you almost gave him a heart attack. Not because of his rapidly beating heart, of course, but because of you startling him. You shake your head fondly as his hand is still semi-tightly holding yours despite his tangent.

“We should go anyway.”

…

“Are ya trying to get us hung from the chandelier?”

You squint your eyes in confusion, typically Mammon has no problem risking punishment for his half-baked ideas but now he wants to be cautious? As if reading your thoughts, the avatar of greed continues, “Listen, I just had my birthday, I’m tryna drag out this special treatment for as long as I can.” He explains, scratching the back of his neck. You call bullshit. Letting out a sigh, you let go of his hand, you notice the small pout adorning his face as you walk towards the door. “I get it, you don’t want to get in trouble..” You start feigning disappointment, “Or maybe it’s because you’re a chicken.” You conclude, smirking slightly hearing his offended gasp. “I ain’t a chicken!” He shouts defensively, his chest puffing out, almost like he’s trying to demonstrate how he isn’t a chicken. “Then let’s go.” You say, turning to look at him. Mammon gives you an incredulous look, “Right now?” He asks. You smile and nod firmly,

“Right now.”

After that interaction, the two of you packed up small weekend bags and left the House of Lamentation in the early morning. You fidget in your seat with excitement while Mammon bites his lip nervously. It’s weird for him to see the dynamic that you two share suddenly be flipped on its head. What happened to you being the cautious and sensible one? Usually he’s the one dragging you into his shenanigans, not the other way around! But… he can’t lie, it’s nice to see you be so care-free and less of a worry-wart. Sneaking a glance at you, the demon wonders how you manage to look so good so effortlessly. You’re not even doing anything spectacular, you’re simply looking out at the sky. But the more he looks at you, the more he notices. Your elbow rests on the car door at a slight angle while your left hand holds your face, your soft cheek squishing against your palm. And your eyes, god your eyes, they’re filled with awe as you watch the stars begin to shift into their new positions for the day. Turning his attention back to the road, the avatar of greed feels his heart beating faster and his hands grip the steering wheel a little tighter.

Why do you have such an effect on him? Whenever you’re near him he can’t focus, his mind flooding with thoughts of you and you alone. He can barely focus on the road with you sitting in the passenger seat next to him, how the hell was he supposed to survive a whole weekend with you, by himself? While Mammon was internally cursing himself for even suggesting this trip, you were lost in your own thoughts as well. You shocked yourself when you doubled down on going on this weekend getaway. You didn’t mean to, it kind of just slipped out. It was as if your heart had enough of you pining for the white-haired demon and decided to take matters into its own hands. And what stupid hands they were. Because now you have to spend the whole weekend with Mammon, the demon you’ve been crushing on for who knows how long, by yourself. Sure the two of you hung out frequently but there was always someone there. And when you two thought you were alone it’s always revealed that you were, in fact, not alone. But now, you guys would be in the middle of the woods, in a cabin, with no one around for miles. You were freaking the fuck out. And the silence between you two didn’t help.

“So what cabin—”

“Are you—”

The two of you pause before quickly apologizing for interrupting the other. What the hell is going on? Any other time, the chemistry and overall vibe between you two is immaculate, so why are things awkward all of a sudden? A brief uncomfortable silence passes before Mammon disrupts it, “What were you saying? I didn’t mean to cut you off, sorry..” He apologizes, eyes firmly on the road. You look down at your lap, “It’s fine, um, I just wanted to ask; what cabin are we going to?” You inquire, cracking your knuckles nervously. Okay, this was a simple question, he could answer this. “Oh, Lord Diavolo’s cabin. He usually uses it during the colder months so the place is just sitting around waiting to be used.” He answers, this feeling like the first casual interaction he’s had with you in the past hour. A part of you wants to nag Mammon for not getting Diavolo’s permission first because, let’s be honest, you know he didn’t. But you decide against it, given how weird things have been since you guys hit the road, you didn’t want it to get worse. So you nod slightly, letting him know you heard what he said.

There’s that damn silence again, you hate it more than you could put into words. Why does it feel so hard to make conversation that doesn’t sound forced? Suddenly R&B music begins to play, filling the suffocating silence and startling you in the process. The demon gives you a sheepish look, “Sorry, the silence was killing me.” He admits, lowering the volume to a reasonable level. For some reason, that sentence sends you into an internal panic. He recognizes the silence, meaning that it probably feels just as awkward to him as it does to you. And if the ride to the cabin is awkward, what does that mean for the rest of the weekend? Is this stupid silence setting the tone for your trip together? Is this weekend going to be an awkward shitshow? You feel like you’re slowly losing your sanity because the last thing you want is your relationship with him to be awkward, whether it’s platonic or otherwise. What if this trip shows that you and Mammon aren’t as compatible as you hoped? What if this is the universe’s warning, telling you to quit while you’re ahead? What if—

A hand on your knee snaps you out of your stupor, “Hey, you okay? You look like you saw a ghost or something.” The demon asks, concern evident in his voice. “Oh geez, don’t tell me you get carsick. Don’t hurl yet! I have a bag in here somewhere.” He says, frantically searching the glove compartment with one hand on the steering wheel. As you watch the white-haired demon panic and silently plead for you to not vomit in his car, a warm feeling spreads throughout your chest. You don’t know why you’re so worried, it’s clear that Mammon values and cares for you, you feel stupid for thinking otherwise. “Okay, got the bag! Here, aim for the bag the best you can, I just got her cleaned.” Mammon explains, referring to his beloved Demonio 666 Lexura, holding the bag out to you. You sigh fondly and take the bag from him, ready to tell him that you don’t get carsick but you appreciate the sentiment nevertheless. Instead an entirely different sentence falls from your lips.

“Wow.. I’m seriously falling in love with you.”

You say in a whisper, smiling to yourself. Mammon hears you loud and clear, almost swerving off the road in the process. You look at him as he regains control of the car, however, he doesn’t dare look at you. He assumes that’s not something he was meant to hear considering how low you said it but demonic hearing and all that. The demon could feel the heat rising to his cheeks and suddenly it’s very hot. In his peripheral vision, he can see you still eyeing him, concern etched on your face as he shrugs off his jacket, the heat in his body getting to him. Mammon’s eyes are dead set on the road, his hands clutching the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles begin to turn white. Surely you were joking, there’s no way you actually love him… right? Who would love him? The scummy second-born?

Clearly, you misspoke or at the very least he heard you wrong. Yeah, that’s it, his stupid brain is playing cruel tricks on him. The avatar of greed would love nothing more than for you to reciprocate his feelings but that isn’t reality. There’s so many other better options that are more suitable for you and he didn’t even make it in the top ten. Coming to this “realization” only made his heart hurt more, why did he always desire things that were so far out of reach? All it leads to is pain and suffering. His heart is in pain knowing you will never see him in the way that he sees you. And this weekend will be suffering, since he will have to spend it with you, knowing that you don’t see your relationship with him as anything but platonic. He briefly considers turning the car around and going home.

You bite the inside on your cheek nervously as you watch Mammon’s grip on the wheel tighten. Maybe he’s tired, you guys have been driving for a couple hours now, he could probably use a break. “Y’know.. if you’re tired, I can drive for a bit to give you a break.” You suggest. No response. “Or we can pull over and take a breather, you don’t need to exhaust yourself—” You ramble, not noticing how the demon is openly glaring at you. “Can you shut up?” He asks, his tone dark and venom dripping from each word. You stop mid-sentence and turn to the demon, ready to rip into him for being so rude but your voice dies in your throat. Despite his tone, the white-haired demon looks anything but angry. He’s glaring at the open road but there’s no malice behind his eyes, however, there’s small tears forming in the corners of them.

“Can you just… stop?”

He pleads, his voice wobbly, like he’s on the verge crying. And looking at him, you’re sure that’s a possibility. You’re silent for a few beats before speaking, “Stop what?” You ask softly, not sure what he’s getting at. The avatar of greed takes a deep breath, in an attempt to calm himself, but it sounds sharp and strained. “Just—” He lets out a frustrated groan, “Just stop being all nice n’ acting like you care about me. It’s annoying.” He says through clenched teeth, the last bit being a blatant lie. You can’t help but gape at the scene unfolding right in front of you, where did this even come from?! “Mammon, what the fuck are you talking about?” You demand, catching how his eyes widen slightly at your cursing. You didn’t curse often, so he knows he struck a nerve. “I don’t act like I care about you, I do care about you. What made you think differently?” You inquire, staring directly at his face. So if he decides to look at you, the two of you will make direct eye contact. He needs to know that you meant what you said and that you aren’t lying. Mammon doesn’t look at you directly but he does catch your eyes when he glances at you, only to look away completely.

“You may care for me but you sure as shit don’t love me.”

What is even going on, what is he rambling about—

Oh.

You’re at a loss for words, you said that out loud? He heard you? Oh god, oh fuck, no no no. That’s not how your confession was supposed to go, that’s not how you planned it. Fuck! Mammon scoffs, “I knew it. You don’t love me. Sure, I guess I’m fun to be around, but I ain’t boyfriend material.” He states, almost proud to be right in his assumptions but dejected at the same time. You struggle to find words to say, your throat getting tighter by the minute. The cat is out of the bag so you might as well let your feelings out but he doesn’t even believe you, so what’s the point? “You don’t have to come up with a lie, I’m cool with being friends— MC?” The demon fully looks at you and his breath hitches. You’re doubled over, an arm wrapped around your stomach and a hand covering your mouth as your body shakes with muffled sobs. Not knowing what to do, Mammon safely pulls over and quickly gives you his undivided attention. “H-Hey, what’s with the waterworks? I said it’s fine, there’s no hard feelings.” He claims, his hand hesitantly hovering over your shoulder, unsure whether he should touch you or not. You look at him with tear filled eyes, “You’re such a fucking idiot.” You cry, burying your face in your hands. The demon isn’t sure if he should be upset at that comment or let you have your moment, he chooses the latter.

You take a shaky breath, “I do love you. I love you so much, more than you could ever know.” You confess, not having the courage to say it to his face, instead opting to stare at the greenery that you're parked next to. Mammon doesn’t say a word, he doesn’t know what to say, obviously this is a lie to spare his feelings… right? His lips purse into a line and his voice becomes serious, “MC, it’s fine you don’t have to say you love me to make me feel better, I know—” He starts. “No!” You yell, “You don’t know shit! Because you knew anything, you would know that I am utterly and hopelessly in love with you! You would know that I’ve felt this way for a long time and that I was too much of a coward to tell you my true feelings. You would know that I didn’t want it to come out this way because now you think I don’t love you when that couldn’t be further from the truth! If you knew anything at all, you would know that I wanted to do this stupid trip just to be alone with you and have you to myself!” You shout, more tears falling from your eyes as you pour your heart out to the demon in front of you.

Mammon is at a loss for words, just as you were earlier. You wipe your eyes with the heels of your hands and sniff, “I know this is a mess of a confession but at least it’s out there. You don’t have to return my feelings but I love you and you deserve to know how I feel about you.” You mumble, looking down at your lap, picking at your cuticles. Suddenly, your face is cupped by big warm hands and now you're facing a demon who’s crying just as much as you. “Are all you humans so dumb?” He asks rhetorically, his thumb rubbing your cheek affectionately. And you can’t help but lean into his touch. “I love you too dumbass, why do you think I got so defensive earlier?” He cries, more tears cascading down his face, this is a dream come true and he can’t stop crying. You let out a watery laugh, “I don’t know! I thought it was a weird way of telling me you weren’t interested.” You explain, but now having said it out loud, your logic sounds idiotic. The two of you laugh and cry for a good five minutes before you both settle down. You lean your forehead against his and look at him through your wet eyelashes.

“Do you really love me? Like truly love me?”

Mammon pulls away and kisses your forehead before smiling slightly. His eyes filled with love and adoration, all of it being directed towards you.

“Yes, I love you. I truly love you.”

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witheringwidgetwrites · 6 months

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Ohh how about mammon + breeding kink :0!!

CW breeding + afab!mc

"Fuck, treasure, you're so tight," Mammon groans, thrusting his hips up to rut against that perfect spongey spot inside you.

"Mammon, right there, please, please," you cry out, fingers gripped tight around the soft silken bedsheets, he pushes down your thighs up higher, keeping the angle of his hips the same.

"Fuck, 'm gonna fill you up, gonna ruin your pretty little cunt," he slams inside you, the tip of hit cock still hitting that oh so sweet spot, you feel the knot in your stomach start to get hot, and your muscles start to clench up, "you're gonna cum on my cock before I fuck my cum into ya,"

With a cry, the knot in your stomach bursts and your muscles tense, and Mammon isn't far behind. He thrusts a few more times before he sheaths himself as deep inside of you as possible, bucking his hips, he cries out, shooting his hot seed into you.

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rae-writes · 3 months

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angelic alteration

om brothers x reader

wc : 1.k

warnings: nsfw, corruption kink based

synopsis : when Solomon and Diavolo can't fix the problem, it's up to Mc

a/n : thought the angel event (og) could use some more spice so I poured my entire spice rack on it

“Mc…I’m afraid we have bad news.”

You sighed into the receiver, “Yeah? You guys can’t reverse the magic, can you?”

“Nope!” Solomon chirped cheerfully, “Diavolo and Michael’s magic mixed together too strongly for us to reverse ourselves. You’ll just have to wait for them to go back to normal, or…”

“Or…what?”

“Well, this is just a theory, but what if you just corrupted the angelic magic and forced their demonic sides back out?”

“Corrupted, huh..? I like the sound of that.”

†

“I can feel the magic trying to stop me…how. stupidly. annoying.” Lucifer accentuated each word of his complaint with a sharp thrust, face pinched in concentration as sweat beaded at his temple.

He’d be damned if something as trivial as a hexed bracelet from the celestial realm kept him from indulging in you, the one temptation he would never dare ignore.

Your nails dug crescent moons into his shoulders, thighs squeezing at his hips tightly as you moaned and panted beneath him. “Lu-ci-fer! S-slow d-own!”

He growled and sped up in response, snapping his hips into you harshly, “How dare they try to turn me back? I am the Avatar. Of. Pride!” Once again, each word was accentuated with a thrust, making his cock hit deeper and deeper each time.

And he was so fucking proud each time he had you a moaning mess underneath him, crying out his name, begging him not to stop— you made his sin flood his entire body every time.

An electric charge cracked through the air for a brief second before the bangle broke in half, magic forcibly shattering under Lucifer’s sheer prowess.

He grinned sharply, capturing your legs against your chest in a mating press as he went even harder. His wings shedded to black, spanning out proudly behind him as the halo melted down into his horns.

“I’m going to ruin you, do you hear me? You’re not leaving this bed- not tonight, or in the morning, or maybe even until tomorrow afternoon…I’m keeping you until I’ve had my fill.”

†

The sight of Mammon’s blue eyes peering up while his mouth was busy pleasuring you had always been a pretty sight— the shimmering halo was only a little bonus this time.

But you wanted his horns to hold onto. “Just like that, Mams…doing so well, pretty boy.” Your hips rocked over his mouth, grinning down at him with gold flickering in your eyes.

He was all about giving now that the bangle had taken hold, which even before, Mammon always keened when you sat on his face and just used him.

The second born was moaning and whining and whimpering against your skin as his tongue lapped up everything he could, “Mmph- like this? ‘M I doing good, Mc?”

“Y-yeah, baby, fuck— so good…” you carded your fingers through Mammon’s hair, feeling him get more and more excited before you lifted up off his face.

And he was absolutely distraught with the lack of your taste, desperate cry leaving him as he tried to chase after you. “No, no, no! Mc, please, come back— wasn’t done, wanna taste you still, wanna make you feel good, please!”

The laugh you let out made him whine even louder, fingers gripping frantically at your thighs. It was like a switch flipped, magic being overtaken by his greed.

His eyes flickered gold like yours, a whiny growl escaping him. He forced you on your back within a second, mouth working at you even more desperately now as he held you down and took what he wanted— and he wanted to make you cum.

“Jus’ let me, please let me make you cum— you taste so good, Mc, I don’t wanna stop. Want you to scream my name and yank my hair, grip my horns, just give me more- more, more, more!”

†

A small shriek left Levi when you rammed against his prostate, hiccuped cries of your name following. His back arched, wings flaring out behind him, making you hit even deeper spots inside of him.

With his new attitude, he’d been letting everyone else spend time with you and he was finally feeling the built up envy creep along his spine, right beside the spikes of pleasure.

“Aww…look at you. So sweet for me, huh? Why so shy, Levi? Wasn’t this what you meant about strengthening connections?”

Garbled sounds left him, courtesy of your fingers stuffed in his mouth. His eyes rolled back, hands gripping at your hips desperately, though it wasn’t clear if he was pushing you away or pulling you closer.

“How am I gonna know I’m doing good if you don’t tell me, ‘vi? C’mon, sweet thing, tell me. Or do you not want me?”

It was like you asked the unthinkable. A loud whine left him and his tail returned, knocking the halo right off his head before it coiled around your abdomen.

“No! I want you, I want you so badly, please keep fucking me— don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Diamond shaped scales scattered across his body as the magic wore out.

You cooed, thrusting into him sharply, making his body lurch, “Good boy, Leviathan..”

†

“Fuck!” Satan cries out, fingers digging into his white wings to try and keep them from fluttering. His back arched almost painfully, loudly begging you to keep going.

“Oh, look at you…” the coos that left you made him flush red, giving you a great sense of satisfaction. This was the most he’d been riled up since putting that ridiculous bangle on.

Your thighs were burning at the unforgiving pace you were riding him at, beads of sweat splashing onto his skin, so you decided to change the game a little.

“Come on, Tannie, if you want it, work for it.” You settled your weight on top of him, ceasing your movements as you cockwarmed him instead.

A displeased growl comes from the back of his throat, eyes snapping open with a glowing green. “Mc, move! Please!”

Slowly, the halo above his head began to flicker and dim before it shattered, dissipating in the air. Another growl escaped him as his wings followed suit, tail lashing out like a whip.

“That’s it— c’mon-!” You gasped when he yanked you forwards, chest pressing against his as his tail locked you in place. The only sounds that could leave you now were broken moans as he fucked you almost viciously.

“You know how I feel about you fucking. teasing. me. Feels good doesn’t it? Yeah? Cause I’m not stopping. ‘M not stopping until I physically can’t fuck you anymore— fuck, I needed you.”

†

Unabashed moans echo off the walls of Asmo’s bathroom as the fifth born writhes under your touch. The sound of water sloshing makes his cheeks burn fiery red and the sound of you moaning back at him makes it even worse.

“W-wait! You d-don’t have to— oh!”

“Shh, Azzy…’m just taking care of you. You were so hard and aching…could see it even though you tried to hide under the water.”

The white feathers ruffled with pleasure (slowly shedded away and turning back), hips jerking frantically to chase the pleasure. The bangle’s magic was completely buried under how hot you made him feel and the feeling of you licking along the edges of his leathery wings increased it ten fold.

“Yes, Mc, like that— don’t stop, just like that, just like that!” Amso curled over on you, horns knocking against your shoulder as he cried out even louder.

You fisted his cock harder and swiped your thumb over the tip relentlessly, “Yeah? Made you feel so good, you corrupted yourself, huh? Pretty little Azzy…come on, cum.”

The squeal he let out cracked halfway through, broken cries of your name following like a mantra. His hand encased yours, making sure you didn’t stop jerking him off.

“K-keep going, don’t stop! Wanna cum for you again ‘n again, gotta make up for when I was giving you away to the others, please, please, let me cum again for you!”

†

“H-haaah…ah! M-Mc…what’re you..o-oh..doing?”

“You said it made you happier seeing others get to eat, so…” you hummed, licking your lips before digging your tongue back into the slit of his cock, “I’m just..enjoying my meal…”

Beel had always lost his cool when you went down on him, finding your mouth to be too good at pleasuring him. The growl he let out was something only a demon could make.

The glowing of the bangle did nothing to deter you— in fact, you only laughed and peered up at him with the red sin of gluttony swirling through your irises. With another hum, you enveloped his cock in your mouth and forced your head as far down as you could, swallowing around him.

He tried so hard to not buck into your mouth or grip at your head as the magic worked to keep his ravenous nature at bay, but…that’s just not who he was anymore.

“C’mon, Beelie…want you to cum in my mouth, I wanna taste you..pretty please? Let me have it…”

A low groan fell past his lips, hips finally jerking up and accidentally making you choke. A rushed apology was given as his fingers tangled in your hair and gently guided your head at a faster pace.

The beating of his insectual wings was rapid as he got closer, magic completely dissipating when he let out a sound akin to a small roar, grabbing at his own horns when he came.

Watching you pull away with visibly stuffed cheeks, slowly working on swallowing it all (though drops still ran down your chin) made a sharp pang shoot through him.

“Thank you…you always make me feel so good, Mc…but..now ‘m hungry. Let me return the favor..wanna taste you too.”

†

“A-are you sure…this is o-okay?” Belphie chokes out quietly, hands pressing down on your hips to keep you pinned to the bed with your knees bent to your sides.

Your fingers curl in the sheets, body lurching forward at each thrust, “yeah, ‘s okay— feels good, doesn’t it? You’re doing so good, Bel…”

The clipped whines and gasps that Belphie was making made his cheeks flair with an embarrassed flush; but you were right. It felt so. fucking. good. And he didn’t think he ever wanted to stop.

Through the pleasure, it was easy to ignore the glowing bangle on his wrist and the voice in the back of his head telling him that he should have more reservations- that he shouldn’t be doing this— that voice wasn’t even his. Belphie wanted this, he did!

As your hands stretched back to claw at his lower stomach, you moaned out his name and wiggled your hips, begging him to go faster.

“Please, Bel…know you can go f-faster than this, want you to fuck me— please, please, please! Don’t wan’ you to be an angel, want you to be my demon again-!”

Magic cracked in the air, sending the hair on the back of your neck rising before a familiar tail curled around your stomach and yanked your lower half higher up, forcing your chest further into the mattress.

The attic bed creaked with the force he slammed into you at, whines mixing with growls now; his horns pressed against your skin as he rested his forehead against your back, making it arch even more. “Yeah? You want me to fuck you senseless again? Couldn’t even go a couple days without having me play with you, fuck, you’re such a slut for me.”

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