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devildomdoofus · 3 years

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Lemon Dreams: Part 1

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Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan

a bit of spicey lil dreams the brothers have of MC. If requested, I’ll add the undateables (minus Luke) into a Part 3.

Gender-Neutral as always.

MINORS:

DO NOT INTERACT

DO NOT PROCEED

Be smart, have common sense.

I’m not responsible for your irresponsibility.

You see the warnings. I put them out plainly. Adhere.

‼️WARNINGS‼️

NSFW, mature theme, mature content, implied intercourse, nudity, swearing, light bondage, BDSM, tidbit of pet play, wet dreams,

IF I MISSED ANY, PLEASE INFORM ME

Author’s Note (Sorry, I’ll try to be brief):

Trying my hand at some “light” N S F W content to see how I do and see how it goes.

Thank you all, once again, for the love and support and positive responses!! You’re enjoyment is the reason I keep doing what I love to do✨ Please: stay healthy, stay safe, stay you, and stay ruling them all, MCs 💕

- DevildomDoofus

💙Lucifer:

Regrettably, it has been nearly a millennia since he’s had any amount of a decent shuteye due to his brothers’ antics, his oversight of R.A.D., and obligations to Diavolo so you can only imagine the amount of fatigue that he felt in his mind, body, and soul. But because of his image and his own personal desire to be nothing short of perfect, he couldn’t simply rest whenever or wherever he pleased. It was outlandish to even consider the idea. Unfortunately, the side effects of denying himself any form of rest were starting to show. It was causing him to make mistakes he wouldn’t normally make and Diavolo had to personally intervene, using his authority on behalf of his dear friend’s health or lack thereof and demanded that he take a day off. He was the only one in all of the realms that could try and convince this workaholic to put on the breaks. You, yourself, have tried before but Lucifer was as stubborn as the days of summer were long and you felt like you were talking to a brick wall. But because Lucifer could not deny his prince’s demands, he reluctantly obliged... but not without absolute confirmation that nothing would go wrong while he was absent and as soon as he felt rested enough, he would return immediately.

Locking himself away in his room while putting a soundproof spell on the outside of it, he finally sits down at his desk and leans back in his chair as he sluggishly closes his eyes. The silence was both mildly relaxing and extremely uncomfortable as it was so rare for the world around him to be so... quiet. so undisturbed. So peaceful.

It was a bit unnerving.

He sighs deeply. This whole resting thing was going to be a lot more difficult than he originally thought. He stands up to go grab a vinyl record, places it on the antique gramophone and turns the device on. The orchestra makes their way through the metal funnel and the melody of the instruments echo beautifully throughout his room. “Much better,” he hums to himself. He tosses his coat aside, unbuttons his vest and drops it to the floor, removes his button-up shirt, kicks off his shoes, and does away with his belt while his pants follow suit. He dons his nighttime robe and finally slides into his bed. As soon as he hits the mattress, his eyes shut and his mind turns off, allowing him to drift swiftly into a deep slumber.

The dream started out like any other dream he’s had in his life; it’s mundane and not much is going on. It’s practically the same as ‘bringing work home with him’ but in his dreams. He’s at his desk, crossing his t’s, dotting his i’s, finalizing some paperwork, and the like, while the stress from his waking hours begins to find its way back to him like a boomerang.

Then, as if by magic, all of his stress melted away as soon as he heard a knock on his door along with your voice calling for him softly on the other side. He smirks. “You may enter.” He kept his head low as you stepped in due to the fact that he was finishing signing a particular paper. “Just a moment,” he instructs, as the last cursive letter finds its place on the paper. He begins to lift his eyes to meet yours. “Now, what can I do for yo-...” He freezes.

There you were, standing before him, in nothing but one of his ties hanging loosely around your neck. His jaw clenches and his fist tighten into a ball so firmly that his knuckles turn white under his gloves.

‘Like a lamb to it’s slaughter,’ he quotes, internally.

Needless to say, the dream takes a more DRASTIC turn and he’s got you bent over the desk, hands tied up with his tie that you so graciously considered to bring with you, and his name pouring out of your lips like a faucet. He’s taking you all for himself, piece by divine piece, with every snap of his hips, bite of your skin, and claw of your flesh. What a sight you were beneath him.

The moment he wakes, his body is covered in a ‘morning’s dew’ of sweat and the sheets of his bed have become painfully heavy on his lower half. His heart is still thumping wildly in his chest and his eyes are darting everywhere in his room, ensuring that he’s alone and no one can see him in such a disheveled state. He uses part of his robe to dab away the sweat from his brow and then rubs his eyes as he collects himself.

Spends the next many few hours calming himself down and hoping that he is blessed by some unholy miracle where NOBODY walks in...

especially you...

with nothing but his tie hanging loosely around your neck and-...

Ah shit.

The following morning at breakfast, he is eyeing you rather heavily from across the table and his brothers take notice but never dare to say a word. They just assume that you’ve done something to piss him off again and want no part of it.

They are not entirely wrong, though. You had unknowingly irked him quite a bit.

You entered his dreams without permission, made such a delectable spectacle of yourself in front of him, and caused him to feel things that no other demon, angel, human, nor any other soul for that matter, has been able to make him feel. And now he has to deal with these explicit thoughts and feelings, especially when you’re around or in his vicinity, along with many other things that demand his attention and it’s all just so irritating. Delightfully irritating. The kind of irritating he secretly enjoys.

The next few days, you never really get the sense that anything is off with Lucifer for how well he carries himself, no matter his circumstances, and yet... he seems to be less physical with you. Normally, he would give you the occasional hand on the shoulder or upper back when you needed guidance, allow you to lean on his shoulder when your days had been particularly rough and you needed to rest, or pinch your cheek when he teased you but lately... he wouldn’t even keep eye contact with you for very long without turning away and- was that a hint of pink in his cheeks? No, surely you are imagining things. Lucifer, blushing? Has the devildom froze over?

💛Mammon:

This poor, sweet and a little bit sleazy man was just SO exhausted from having to get up early that morning when he’d normally sleep in, to go to a school he doesn’t ever really pay attention to, as well as constantly keep lower demons from getting anywhere near his precious MC, bribe Levi to do his homework in exchange for an exclusive Ruri-Chan figurine (which he went into further debt to obtain), keep his overbearing fanbase from his modeling jobs happy on social media... it all was simply too much for The Great Mammon to be doing when he could alternatively be doing something better. Like being lazy sleeping off this R.A.D lag.

He had skipped his last few remaining classes and told you he was headed to your room to crash before school let out and you two could hang out later. He plopped onto your bed, nuzzled his face into one of your pillows, and fell asleep shortly after to your sweet aroma surrounding him.

His dream began as they typically do, with him gambling his Grimm for higher payouts or watching the Devildom stock market fluctuate in his favor... or more often times than he’ll ever admit, it’s just the two of you spending some quality time together alone for a change.

Only this time, his dream didn’t end up the way it typically did.

In his dream, he was sitting next to you on the sofa with his arm resting behind your head wanting to wrap it around you so fucking badly and watching whatever you had put on when it was interrupted by the winning lottery ticket read out. He leapt from couch with a big yell and the winning ticket in hand, and rushed to hug the tv and to kiss the demon inside of it, thanking him, Lady Luck, and anyone else involved in his incredible fortune today. As he turned around to come squeeze you tight with excitement and have you share in his celebration, his whole body tensed and he stopped in his tracks. He had become a deer in the headlights.

You were now lewdly postured on the couch, bare and exposed, excluding how you were practically dripping in gold jewelry/accessories whilst surrounded by enormous piles of Grimm. With one finger, you beckoned him over.

To say that this is one of his all time favorite fantasies would be THE understatement of the millennia.

He was in front then over you in a matter of milliseconds, his demon form taking over his body and stealing noises from you that the entire House of Lamentation- no- the entire Devildom could hear and FUCK he loved that thought almost as much as he adored you he cared about you; the thought that the entire Devildom could hear that you were his and his alone, that no other soul could make you feel like this.

And just as it was about to get really good, he wakes up.

Red faced, breathing heavily, and a thick coat of sweat all over his body. Not to mention the newfound, painful tightness in his pants.

He’s jerking his head around the room to confirm hoping to deny that is was all simply a dream, and to be certain that you hadn’t come back from school early or something and found him like this.

“Unholy shit.” He wipes the sweat from his face and then takes his phone in his hand to check the time. “UNHOLY SHIT!!” You had texted that you were on your way back home 10 minutes ago! He had to be quick.

He replaced the sweaty sheets and pillow cases with new ones, adjusting them so that it looked as it had before he slept on them, tied his school uniform coat around his waist to disguise the ‘friendly neighborhood bachelor,’ and darted like a bat out of devildom to his room, avoiding major hallways and doors to ensure that no one could stop him or chase him down and see him in his predicament.

You can be sure that for the next few weeks, he’s avoiding you like the plague. He sends texts that he is “paying off a debt and can’t make it,” or “Sorry MC, I’m a little tied up at the moment. This Grimm won’t make itself.” and to you it was a little odd, but nothing he hasn’t exactly done before, so you go about your days as normal. Poor Mammon has once spent an entirety of four months working a few jobs to pay off one big loan.

If only you knew how often he was reliving that dream in his head, over and over and over again. For such a thing to become reality? Well... he feels he’d have better luck winning the lottery. But just as he gambled, he wouldn’t give up so easily.

🧡Leviathan:

It is not uncommon for Leviathan to have certain dreams about certain individuals he enjoys, be it anime characters, video game characters, idols that he fawns over, etc. It’s normal. Quite often, in fact, but he would rather LITERALLY DIE before he ever admits to such a thing, much less have anyone think he has a crush. With his brothers as they are known to be, he’d never live it down. Which is one of the reasons why he keeps himself locked away in his room and goes on binges of whatever it is he’s invested in at the time. He’s left alone to do and be as much of himself as he pleases without judgment. It is one particular episode of an anime he had been bingeing for several hours that has him with his head resting upon his keyboard and ever so slightly snoring away as the characters converse in the background. It wasn’t boring in the least, it’s just that his eyes refused to stay open any longer and his body decided for him that it was about time for a proper nap.

His dream began as normal, with him on a quest to save the renowned, royal heir from the ten-headed beast that guarded the tower in which they were kept. The journey to the tower was extensive and not without its obstacles, the battle was epic, in every sense of the word, and the reward for it’s heads would match the gratification of the victory that ensued it.

Little did he know that in that tower, it wasn’t just any royal heir lying in wait for their prince to come, as they had always been. It was you.

You, in all of your glory, draped across the bed and adorned with the finest of cloths that were barely covering your most intimate of skins.

As he entered your bedroom chambers, expecting to find a fictional character he adored in his waking hours, he stops dead in his tracks and his entire body turns red hot in matter of seconds. You could easily hear the thumping of his heart throwing heavy blows at his ribcage, and, if you looked close enough, you could see the steam trickling out of his ears. You could also hear the clinking of his amor, the metal plates shaking against one another as he trembles before you.

Leviathan.exe has stopped working.

Yes, he’s had plenty of dreams like this before but.. fuck.. they were never of you. Much less like this. Believe him, he’s tried on many occasions to at least see your face or hear your voice, ANYTHING. But inevitably, his anxiety and shyness won in the end and you never came passing through his dreams... until now.

You leant against one arm, your lips curling into a smile, and then beckoned him silently with one crook of a finger.

Anxiety and shyness who?

He quickly does away with the heavy armor, tossing them aside, and crawls across the bed to you, to your face, to those precious lips.

He takes a hold of them in his own and seemingly devours you as he strips you of what little cloth covered you and then pushes you back down against the bed. The dream continues with your bodies intertwining in every way that earned him the lewdest of noises from you.

Until he jerks awake with his face a deep shade of crimson, body covered from head to toe in a mist of sweat, and a heartbeat that could put a drum solo to shame. He quickly scans his surroundings as he’s coming back to reality, making sure he’s the only one within a mile’s radius. If anyone thought he was a hermit now, you can only imagine what it would be like if he was caught looking the way that he did. The anime that he had fallen asleep to was now on a screen that was asking for confirmation if he was still watching. He presses the power button on his computer and wipes away the sweat on his brow before leaning back in his chair, eyes glued to the ceiling as he’s recollecting the dream. He sees the faces you were making in pleasure pass through his mind once more and it makes his face turn 30 shades redder and increases the painful tightness in his snug sweatpants. He shakes his head, no longer wanting to continue digging this grave of overwhelming lust, and plants his head back onto the keyboard. Lord Diavolo, please, just kill him now.

The following months, Leviathan stays locked away in his room and avoids you as if you were the final boss of a game he never wants to stop playing. He knew that if he saw you, got near you, or even heard your name being mentioned, there would be no way of stopping his thoughts, his body’s reactions to those thoughts, nor his brother’s comments about how he’s “acting awfully strangely.”

As much as he wishes that he never had the dream in the first place because of all of the trouble it’s causing, he can’t help but relive it over and over again, putting it on repeat in his mind. But to admit to you these powerful feelings and attempt to bring it to reality? Only normies do such a thing... right?

💚Satan:

Line after line, chapter after chapter, book after book, he simply could not put the new series he had discovered down. He was so invested, he’d finish one book and immediately pick up the next. His mind was reeling far too fast for him to stop now and nothing in all of the three realms could do so. That is until his own body waved it’s white flag and begged for him to shut his eyes, even if for just moment. Satan bargained, internally, that he’d allow himself roughly thirty minutes of rest before he’d pick back up where he left off. He sets the book on a nearby desk, settles down onto his loveseat and closes his eyes.

As a man of many talents and faces, his dreams were known to be as heavily diverse as he was, and often times reflected whatever book he had been reading, philosophy he had been pondering, or stress he had been managing. No one particular type of dream frequented more than another.

That being said, in the past few weeks, you had been a bit more physical with him. Whether it was a simple brush of the hands as you two reached for the same novel, late night study sessions ending up in late night study and cuddling sessions, or the occasional linking of arms as the pair of you walked the length of a museum and studied its inhabitants. It goes without saying that you were making an impression on him and his mind, leaving little to no room for any other thoughts than the ones involving you. Naturally, you had found your way into his dreamworld and you were the one constant in the ever changing slumber visions.

The dreams that you were involved in, which were now a majority of them, were mostly sweet; the most intimate being the one time you had placed a chaste kiss upon his cheek. If you were to ask him about these dreams that had him chipper than usual, he would smile and tell you that “they were simply pleasant hallucinations but nothing more.” And he’d be lying through his teeth, desperately trying to keep his cheeks from reddening in front of you. If you were lucky enough that his gaze lingered, you’d catch the tint of pink making its way across his face. The poor inner romantic in him couldn’t help himself. He’s mastered the art of poker face in its entirety, but when it came to you, his willpower and calm demeanor waned into nothingness and he was like putty in your hands. Just don’t push it or there will be Devildom to pay.

This particular time around, though, his dream would take a more unforeseen turn.

In his dream, he had invited you to join him on an outing over to the Royal Library and you two were now making your way to your favorite lone table in the farthest back corner, hidden behind the many shelves of books. After claiming your usual spot, he went to gather the books he wanted to go through and planted himself in the chair to finally open them up and get started. Meanwhile, you had wandered off, presumably, to find and create your very own mountain of novels to conquer.

An hour or so passed and he had made his way through five of his books when he felt a tap against the cover of the one he was currently reading. “Forgive me, MC, but I’m almost done with this paragraph and I need just one more moment to do so.” Another tap against the cover. “May it wait, MC? I’m nearly finished.” This time, you gingerly grabbed the tip of his book and tilted it away from him (a pet peeve of his). Just as he was about to give you his trademark glare of warning, his eyes widen and his jaw clenches, with his fingers letting go of the book and tightening into a fist taut enough to turn his knuckles white.

There you stood before him in little to no clothing, fluffy little cat ears and a tail to match, with a leash and collar adorning your precious neck. You took his stiffened hand, ever so slowly opened it up, and delicately placed the end of the lead into his palm, flashing him your cheekiest grin.

Now you’ve gone and done it. He snaps.

He jerks the end of the lead so that you’re aggressively pulled forward, bending over the table and sending the piles of books to the floor with audible thuds, and your lips crash into his. He uses his free hand to trap cradle the other side of your face as he devours your lips, devours your taste. Impatient and hungry, he soon lets you go with a low growl before standing up and dragging you behind him, forcefully, by the lead, coming to the front of a shelf that leant against a wall and grabbed your waist, lifting you up to push you against it, having more books tumble to the floor with a sound thud, while once again, taking your lips with his. Something about the way you looked, the way you sounded because of his actions, drove him completely mad.

Before it could go any further, he jerks wakes to the sound of someone knocking on his door. He quickly scans his surroundings and when he finds it empty, he breathes a heavy sigh of relief. The knocks continue and from beyond the door, a familiar voice requests his audience. “Satan? It’s Solomon. My apologies, but I just wanted to return a borrowed book.”

He reaches for a nearby cloth and dabs away the sweat that covered his face. He steadies his breathing and in the stablest voice he could muster, he answers back, “Alright. One moment please.”

“Take your time,” the sorcerer replies.

He gathers himself quickly, as the master of his own emotions does, hoisted up from the loveseat, straightens himself out and starts to head for the door but with a quick glance downwards, he pauses. There’s no way he could greet Solomon with such a visible... display...

He takes his coat from the coatrack, wraps it around his waist and finally opens the door with a welcoming smile.

“Thank you kindly for the recommendation. It was a pleasant read,” Solomon tittered in recollection then immediately shifted into a frown of concern. “Satan... are you alright? Forgive my intrusion, but you seem a bit disheveled.” The disheveled man in question nods, chuckling in hopes of deterring Solomon from pressing any further by lightening his aura. “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for your concern. I simply had a bit of a nightmare.” Solomon raised a brow and Satan continued in his tall tale. “It had been so long since I’ve had one, so I’m sure you can imagine how unnerving it’s effects had on me.” Moments passed like molasses as Solomon pondered what Satan had said and the uncomfortable silence was wearing down on Satan’s last minute, makeshift composure. “Thank you for returning the book,” Satan’s voice firmly interjecting the fellow wise man’s thoughts as he received the book from his hands, “and I’m delighted that you enjoyed yourself.” He holds the book in front of where the coat covered his waist. “If you wish for more recommendations, I’ll be happy to share them with you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some tea to drink and a book to read to calm my nerves. Good day, Solomon.” Before Solomon could get a final word in, Satan slips back into his room and shuts the door. For good measure, he locks it and turns the deadbolt. He shuffles back over to the loveseat where it all began and dropped down, pinching the bridge of his nose and letting out a heavy sigh. The blush that wanted so desperately to creep it’s way into his complexion the moment he’d awoken was now set free and his entire face turned red. He knew how to keep a tight grip on every other emotion he’s ever had... but love? Lust? This was going to be a challenge.

Outside of the door, not having moved an inch, Solomon stood with his chin snug between the crook of his forefinger and thumb. “Can demons have nightmares...?” He audibly contemplated as he waited a moment, following his train of thought before asking himself aloud again, “If so... then why did Satan have an erection?”

A pair of delicate hands found their way to Solomon’s shoulders and he glanced over them to see Asmodeus leaning in close to his ear. “It’s called a kink, darling.” Solomon politely shoos away the embodiment of lust with a gentle wave of his hand before starting down the hall from which he came, with the demon practically skipping in tow. “Kinks, we both know, I’m aware of. I had just assumed that his.. situation.. would be more relative to Belphegor.”

“Well,” Asmodeus chirped, “that’s what you get for assuming.”

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twstwonderlandstuff · 2 years

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Chapter 9-10 | Additional Interaction

Pulling some lines from the chapter and adding my OC into it! HHEHEHE

i would DIE from the tension fr fr 100%

Satan (Lucifer) hums. "Let's see, we need a room that's fairly large, where there are no problems with the room or its occupants, and it needs to be someone who isn't allowed to refuse us..." His gaze directs onto mines. "So then, Vivica, it looks like Satan and I will be staying with you for a while. Pardon the imposition."

"No." Vivica strikes firmly, arms crossed to the side.

"Excuse me? Now listen here, human-"

"What I mean is, please feel free to stay in my room, but I shan't be staying in it myself." She explains quickly, as not to boil Lucifer's emotions . "I'll be staying in Mammon's, if this is how the situation plays out."

"M-My room?! I- I mean of course you're gonna stay in my room- I'm your FIRST man, after all!" Mammon gloats, and Vivica has to resist the urge to grin back at his excitement.

"And why is that?" Lucifer's voice is low, thick with anger.

"The tension is so thick that it will inevitably kill me if I stay in the same vicinity as you two, and I would like to keep my life on the line for a little longer, thank you." Vivica bites in return. "Additionally, I had been planning on a sleepover with Mammon for a time now."

"Yeah, that's right! It ain't crossing' the rules if you got no other choices, don't 'cha?" Mammon puffs with pride, a goofy smile on his face.

"Why don't you sleep with me? I'm sure I'm far more interesting than that sleazy scumbag!" Asmodeus argues.

"Who're you calling' sleazy?!"

Lucifer (Satan) frowns. "No. I refuse to spend even a second near Lucifer. You're staying and that's final."

"But-"

"Don't cross borders you can't leap through, human. Know your place." Lucifer's tones leaves a cold, chilling tone in the air. "Do you understand?"

"...yes, sir. Of course." She replies reluctantly, monotone in tone. "Allow me to ease the furniture so its easier for the two of you to accommodate. Beel, I require your help."

"Ah, sure."

The door shuts behind them softly.

*extra:

"Oi, Vivica, still up?" Mammon groggily asks as he spots the human- his human- in the kitchen, staring blearily at the clock, which was slowly striking until 2 am.

"Mammon." She greets, giving him a little wave. "It's like I said. The tension is so thick in that room that I couldn't sleep. It's unbearable."

He only hums as a reply, letting her accumulate her thoughts.

"Additionally, I don't see a problem with me sleeping in someone else's room. I just-" She whispers, giving a weary sigh. "Why must they hate each other so...?"

"Oi, Lucifer would kill you if he heard." Mammon hisses. "B-but ya know, I'm a pretty great guy, and I guess I wouldn't mind renting out the place to ya- for a price!"

"Better my Grimm than my life." She replies, giving his shoulder a grateful squeeze. "Thank you, Mammon."

He blushes, covering his plight with his hand. "A-ah, sure. It's my job, ya know? As your first man and everything." He pats her back in turn, walking towards the kitchen door. "Come on, let's get to it."

Vivica follows right behind.

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fantasy-dating-sim-trash · 3 years

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You're my Favorite Distraction

This was supposed to just be a shit post and somehow it just got out of hand. Oops!

Plus I'm out here STARVED for content. So I made my own. I don't typically write fluff or cutesy stuff. So I hope you all enjoy! I hope I did his character the justice he deserves! 💚

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Rating: Teen & up

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Main Character/Satan

(Shall We Date?: Obey Me!) Characters: Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mammon doing something dumb, implied punishment, fluff, kiss blushing, mammon being mammon, studying. Satan' room, implied lucifer stringing mammon up.

Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!) Additional Tags: Gender neutral MC, studying, some flirting

Word count: 2079

Summary: Both Satan & the MC get distracted but by different things or is it? They learn that some distractions are welcome, and that they both have a favorite distraction. Both Satan & the MC learn something new about other.

Lucifer: MAMMON! GET BACK HERE YOU SLEAZY SCUMBAG!

Mammon: Uh oh! It's time to get out of here! *starts running down the halls of HoL*

Lucifer: Stop running in circles you whore, I only just wanna hurt you A LOT *starts going after Mammon*

Mammon: *dodging his brother* No way am I letting that happen! You're gonna punish me!

Lucifer: *following Mammon* WELL YOU DESERVE TO BE PUNISHED FOR WHAT YOU DID! YOU'RE THE WORST ABSOLUTE SCUM OF THE EARTH! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO DESERVE AN IDIOT SUCH AS YOU FOR A BROTHER!?!

MC: *hears the commotion from inside Satan's room, sighs* I wonder what the hell he did this time to piss Lucifer off?

Satan: *shrugs* I haven't the slightest clue. Although it doesn't seem to take much to piss Lucifer off. Especially when it comes to Mammon.

MC: It just seems to me that sometimes just Mammon existing pisses him off. *waves hands dramatically*

Satan: *gives the MC a knowing look* I mean, that’s also a fair point. We’ll find out at dinner what happened when Lucifer catches him.

Mammon: *screams* PUT ME DOWN!!!!

Satan & MC: *exchange a look*

Satan: *raised eyebrows* Looks like Lucifer caught him. That was faster than normal. It might be a new record for them both. My curiosity’s been piqued. I’m definitely more invested now in knowing what happened between those two. However, it’ll have to wait until later.

MC: *slightly shaking their head while a small smile grazes their face* I don't wanna know how you know the average time it takes for Lucifer to catch Mammon and how you know it was faster than normal. *laughs* However, I will say that your extensive knowledge is impressive and I can see it extends way past any kind of book. You'll have to teach me your ways.

Mammon: *still screaming in the background*

Lucifer: *in the background* You're only making this worse for yourself!

Satan: *smirks* Oh you wanna learn my secret ways? I have no problem teaching you all of what I know. Since knowledge is power and all. We can start now if you want?

MC: Oh??? You'd really teach me!?! Okay! What's the first lesson!?! *smiles eagerly*

Satan: *gets an evil glint in his eyes* Lesson one of learning my ways; don't get distracted by outside sources. If you really want to learn my ways, I strongly suggest you listen to me when I'm trying to help you study. So instead of getting distracted by that commotion going on by my idiot brothers, we instead focus on what you originally came here for. Do I need to remind you that you sought my assistance on this? *looks at the pile of notes & textbooks in front of both of them*

MC: *pouts looking at Satan* That isn't fair! They're being really loud! And it's completely distracting! Aren't you the slightest bit distracted by any of that? *puts both of their arms across their chest*

Satan: I'm not distracted by them. I'm mildly curious about the situation for sure but not enough to be distracted. *smiles at his answer*

MC: *grumbles* Why do you always gotta be so logical about things like this? *realization kicks in* WAIT! You just said you weren't distracted by them. Which means something else is distracting you! Soooooo what is it?!? Tell meee!!! *a shit-eating grin plastered on their face as they look up at him*

Satan: *blinks in surprise, jaw slightly dropping* Kitten, you always seem to know how to read in between the lines of things I say. It's both impressive and scary how well you do that. How well you can decipher what I'm saying or lack thereof.

MC: *shaking their head* Stop avoiding my question, Satan. You say all these words, praising me in hopes that I won't remember what I asked because you're proud of me. Normally, that would work on me because you don't dish out praise if you don't mean it. You use it as a distraction to avoid answering, deflecting the conversation just so you don't have to answer my question. However, this time I'm not going to fall for it, even if I really love hearing praise coming from you. So, please stop deflecting, and just for once answer my question without asking one of your own. *giving him a look that shows they're onto him*

Satan: *caught off guard, he hesitates slightly and then using his finger to guide MC's chin, makes MC look him in the eye, raises an eyebrow, his cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. He sighing defeatedly* It’s now or never, he thought. Kitten, you always completely and thoroughly amaze me with the way you see right through me. So, I'll answer your question honestly without deflecting this time. It's you, Kitten. You completely and utterly distract me, with how adorable you are. With the endless cute faces you make while I'm trying to help you study. When you're puzzled, the way your eyebrows squish together or the way your eyes shine with anger when you're frustrated, or when you're confused the way you somehow make your face look like a question mark or when you finally understand the material, the small smile of glee, triumph, and understanding that shows on your face. Kitten, it's you distracting me.

MC: *blushing super hard, tries to turn their face away*

Satan: *doesn't let them look away from his piercing ocean colored gaze, while getting slightly redder in the face* The way you make me feel things I've never felt while just doing menial tasks together, confuses me beyond all reason. It is completely unfair and distracting to me, as you so eloquently put it. Your never ending kindness, your smile, your laugh, your quick wit, your fearlessness, who you are at your core. Making me question everything I've ever known about my own emotions. *whispering* You don't see me complaining about how entrancing you are and how it's causing me to be distracted. I'm afraid every time if I tell you how I feel, you'll take all the joy and happiness you have brought into my life away with you, leaving me behind and forgetting all about me. You're the best kind of distraction and I don't want to lose this connection I have with you. Every time I get to hang out with you all my emotions confuse me, causing me all of this internal turmoil. All of these thoughts are about you and what you mean to me. So yes I'm distracted and thoroughly entranced by you. The truth of it all being the amazing human with me is the answer of what's distracting me.

MC: *stuttering, blushing mess* Satan I-... I didn't mean- l- didn't know- I-

Satan: *kisses MC on the forehead lightly, even as he's just as red as the MC* Kitten, don't apologize for something you have no control over. You asked me a question and I answered you more honestly than I would like to admit, terrifying even. You couldn't have known the effect you have on me, how captivating you are because I never told you. *gently brushes a finger a crosses their cheek* You're special to me and I enjoy spending time with you. It's always an adventure hanging out with you as distracting as it can be and I'm always learning new things about myself, rather, learning new things about the both of us. *removes finger from under MC's chin, finally looking away*

MC: *whispering* I feel the same way about you too. I love spending time with you, Satan. When I get to hang out with you it's the highlight of my day, or my week or even my month. I love your extensive and boundless knowledge, the small smiles I know nobody else gets to see, I love seeing your excitement when you're passionate about whatever it is you're talking about. I smile at the thought of getting to see you in the morning at breakfast or even from getting a message from you. Just getting to hang out with you is so special to me, even if it is just reading together in silence, studying, going to the animal shelter to see the cats or playing pranks on Lucifer with you. These are some of my fondest memories and all of them involve you or being with you. *soft smile* You're one of my biggest distractions as well. You distract me in so many ways and if I'm also being honest I wouldn't have it any other way. *places their hand on top of his carefully while looking away*

Satan: *takes their hand and holds it softly in his hand, wide eyed in shock, being super red in the face all while wondering what he ever did to deserve you* I'm really glad to hear that you feel similarly about me as I do you, MC. This is all new to me and words can't describe how elated I feel right now hearing you say all of that.

Satan: *sighs, then looks at MC, concern evident on his features* I feel weird asking this of you but could you keep this, *gestures with his free hand to their intertwined hands and then back to himself & the MC* between the two of us? I wouldn't want my brothers to find out and to use it as blackmail material. I'm still learning to understand my own emotions and how I feel around you. And you know how they can be, they'll use anything against anyone.

MC: *nods* Of course. I wouldn't want to disrespect your boundaries, Satan. Plus, they can be some petty, jealous, backstabbing demons. *laughs* I can't even imagine what they would do if they knew or saw this happen. It's safer this way. *smiles up at him*

Satan: *sighs wistfully* Thank you for being so understanding, MC. I couldn't ask for a more understanding and compassionate partner in crime. *chuckles* It also seems like I got distracted from the original topic that you came here seeking assistance on. You really are so captivating that anyone could get distracted by just being around you. *puts a hand on MC's cheek, the rare soft smile only for them appearing on his face*

MC: *leans into his hand, smiling softly and nodding at him* Looks like we both got distracted. It started out as separate distractions and now it's one and the same.

*Before the MC could chicken out they gently grabbed his face with their free hand and kissed him softly. Lightly pressing their lips to his to show their feelings and how much they genuinely cared about him. He responded by kissing them back softly to show he understood and that the feelings were reciprocated. It was only for a brief moment in reality but to both of them it felt like the longest and shortest kiss on the face of the Devildom. Parting, they put their foreheads together so they could stare into each other's eyes for a few moments longer. They finally moved their faces apart but neither let go of their intertwined fingers.*

Satan: *smirking* I guess we'll both have to work on lesson one of learning my ways, huh? *glances at the MC, feeling himself starting to blush again*

MC: *blushing even harder, nods slowly*

Satan & MC: *both became very aware they're both still holding hands, however neither one wanted to be the first to let go*

Satan: *coughs awkwardly* Now might I suggest we get back to studying for the test on Devildom history together? *uses his free hand to gesture to the forgotten textbooks in front of them*

MC: *nods sadly* I guess it's time to go back to the grind. *looks at the books then at Satan* I'm just glad I have the best teacher to help me study and to make sure I do super well on this test!

*Neither of them let go of the other's hand until they absolutely had to. When that eventually happened they just moved closer together unconsciously as a way to not break the spell that had fallen upon them due to the series of events that happened in his room. Mammon's and Lucifer's previous distraction was completely erased from their memory and blissfully forgotten by the both of them. They just wanted to enjoy each other's company undisturbed and unbothered. Neither knew where this relationship was going but they'd figure it out together.*

#obey me #obey me shall we date #satan #shall we date #obey me satan #i mean damn #satan obey me #this was supposed a shit post #and somehow it got out of hand #obey me oneshot #satan x mc #satan x gn reader #satan fluff #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #hinted punishment #satan simp #obey me fanfic

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stnscat · 4 years

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Ship: Mammon/Fem!MC

Rating: M (Mature)

Warnings: Alcohol, violence, cursing, some making out wink wonk

Summary: MC and Mammon go to a casino, but when Mammon gets too caught up in a scheme and leaves you hanging, another demon decides you’re easy prey. On the bright side you get to see why Mammon is the second strongest. Ends in angst/comfort.

So perhaps this hadn’t been such a good idea.

You stumbled along the corridors of the casino, mind cloudy. You turned your head ever so slightly, and immediately felt your sight delay for a second. You stopped and blinked, trying to catch your breath. Psh, you thought, you were fine! Totally. You only had a couple, or maybe four shots. Everything went to Mammon’s tab anyway, so you weren’t counting. Or maybe you stopped counting after the third glass of whatever-ma-thing-california-tequila you had. It was sweet and nice and...

Actually, you felt a bit weird. This wasn’t a corridor anymore, but since when? You were holding your shoes because it was just so much harder to walk around in heels -- why had Mammon insisted in heels anyway? Heels were an invention to make women’s butts smaller and running away harder! That was a movie quote, you were pretty sure.

You sat down on a couch. It was black and felt nice to the touch. A cold breeze came from an open balcony, and while you did feel a bit chilly now, it also made you feel less... Weird. You weren’t particularly used to being drunk. Hopefully you’d sober up at least enough to remember most of the night tomorrow.

You looked down, elbows on your thighs, deep in thought. You were here so Mammon could scam people, and you’d be the pretty, well-dressed assistant to help take the “clients’” mind off of how sleazy everything out of his mouth sounded. Like a few magic words and “was that your card”s, it was easy money with cheap tricks, and he said you’d get a cut off of it. You didn’t need the money, mind you, you just wanted to spend some time with him. But he disappeared while talking to some people, leaving you at the bar while chatting to the bartender. As revenge for leaving his so-called partner you decided it was only fair to order a drink on his tab. And then another came, and another...

You squinted, feeling dizzy, and let out a breath. You put your head up, eyes closed, and took in the fresh air. If you kept your head down like this you’d only feel sicker, right? You opened your eyes again, and instead of an almost empty room you saw a stranger’s grin a bit too close for comfort, truth be told. You felt your stomach turn, and you were sure it wasn’t the alcohol.

“And you must be MC, correct?” she said your name with a strange emphasis to it, her grin never diminishing, like you do when thinking of an expensive meal you’ll treating yourself to after a long day.

“Yeah...” you hesitated. “And you’d be...?”

“Oh, just a friend of your friend. He asked me to take care of you.” she replied, a hand snaking its way up your arm. You were too drunk to react in time. It felt like both an eternity and too quick to process, your stare blank towards the action, and then you lazily looked up at her, painfully aware that you weren’t going to move quickly enough for anything. Yet, you felt your heart beat faster and adrenaline running through your veins. You knew damn well she was lying, no matter how smashed you felt. You sobered up a bit, and though not enough to actually be sober, it felt like enough to not stumble on your own feet if you ran. You didn’t know if that would matter, but it was better than the alternative.

The demon’s look was sickeningly sweet still, yet sharp. Like she was waiting for your move, to read if you actually saw through her poorly told lie. Your drunk mind trailed off to Hansel and Gretel’s candy house, and how it was used to lure them to the witch. And how you didn’t leave any crumbs for Mammon to follow you and hopefully save you. No, you were alone, and painfully aware of her grip on your arm. You tried smiling back.

“Ah, okay.” you replied, trying to pretend you bought it. “So, um...” you paused, trying to think of anything, absolutely anything, to keep the façade of oblivious intoxication. “Have you seen my friend? He’s like... Tall and dark and stuff. White hair.”

“I know, dear, don’t worry. I’ll take you to him in a second, if you’ll just come with me.” she pulled you lightly, surprinsingly gentle for someone who saw you as prey. You followed her lead, and for a second her grip on your arm was released. Your feet moved before you had a chance to think, and once you did you felt a sharp pain on your arm. You inhaled, not taking the time to look at the possible injury. You know the demon was at your back and would pounce if you slowed down for even half a second.

You slid from one corridor to another on your bare feet and ran down a flight of stairs, never having realized you were upstairs. You heard a groan behind you, and tears stung the back of your eyes. Suddenly you were tumbling, and everything stung. You know for a fact you didn’t trip. You felt pressure on top of you, only intensifying the pain, and black and white spots danced in your vision, but through them you could still make out the demon readying herself. You let out a pathetic hiccup and braced yourself.

Instead you heard a yelp, and the demon’s weight being lifted off of you.

Letting out the breath you were holding, you try to turn and look, a glimmer of hope in your heart. You grunt as your new aches flared up, but you still managed to prop yourself up with an elbow.

Right next to you was Mammon, demon form unleashed, holding the other demon up high by the throat as she struggled to put her feet down to no avail. He had an aura of seriousness about him, which, yes, you would expect from any of the brothers if you were ever hurt, but with Mammon it was different. You’re far too used to him gloating and boasting and jesting even when the situation is dire. But now you can’t help but notice there was no humor to his eyes. A tint of ferousciousness colored them instead.

“Tell me: what do you think you were doing?” his voice had a deep, cruel tone instead of his usual goofiness. He let the words hang in the air as the other choked, hanging just as much from his grip.

The position you were in began to hurt, and you tried to sit up further. A sharp pain blazed through your chest, and you wheezed, arm wrapping itself around the area. Shit, did you break something?

“Hey,” Mammon’s voice spoke higher than the pain. Cruelty no longer laced it, but it still sounded so much more serious than usual. “how bad is it?”

“Pretty bad.” you coughed back. You noticed the demon squirming more, and guessed he squeezed harder. “Don’t kill her.”

“I don’t, usually.” he paused, and the demon’s squirming seemed to stop as well. You could barely process it, but the next second a wall had been cracked, her body making more unpleasant sounds than your own. Your breath hitched, but Mammon wasn’t even paying attention to the demoness anymore. Instead he’d directed his attention at the staff members, who all seemed to be either gasping or gulping. “Get her information. Pass it to Lucifer. He’ll want to have a talk.” the scorn, disdain, hatred. All of it was clear in his tone.

And then he turned to you, changing from his bare chested demon form, to his previous attire that night. A simple suit, carefully disheveled, sunglasses on top of his head.

“Tell me if it hurts, alright?” his tone was kind now, barely a whisper. His hands were gentle as he lifted you up from the ground and walked out of the casino, carrying you. You placed your head on his chest. You could still smell his cologne as the haze from before eveloped you, this time both it and the exhaustion putting you to sleep.

You woke up to the sound of yelling outside your door. The dim light from the corridor was just enough for you to make out that you were back at the House of Lamentation, and that the bed you were in was yours. From there you could also hear people speaking loudly, the volume of their voices only increasing.

“... been so stupid, as usual!” a deep voice was exasperated. Satan or Lucifer, you’d say.

“Shouldn’t we just take her to a hospital?” another deep, but this time softer, voice. Beelzebub, you guessed.

“No, he said nothing was broken. It’s best she rests here, where we can keep an eye on her.” it was definitely Lucifer this time.

“You could’ve killed her, you know?” a soft voice snapped. Asmodeus. “How could you just leave her at the bar like that? Did you even notice she wasn’t there anymore?”

“I gotta say, that was a dumbass move even for you.” Leviathan chimed in.

Through all that Mammon kept himself quiet. That is, until now.

“I’ll apologize to her when she wakes up.” his voice was tiny, the façade of an egocentrical bastard completely gone. That seemed to surprise everyone, in fact, as there was no more snark thrown his way.

You understood. Yes, he shouldn’t have left you alone, but maybe you shouldn’t have overdone it like you did. You were mad you got ditched, but you didn’t blame him for being attacked.

“Alright.” Lucifer was the first to break the silence. “We’ll bring you some tea later.” Mammon probably nodded, as there was no audible response before you heard steps getting farther away from your door. Then it opened, and you instinctively closed your eyes as if to pretend you didn’t catch any of the previous conversation.

You heard someone approaching, stopping right next to your bed, and then kneeling. He searched for your hand on top of the bed, the slight cold from the lack of a blanket entirely covering your arm quickly substituted by the heat of his own hands. He held it for a second, and you felt your face burn with his stare. At this point you were sure it was Mammon. He sighed, almost as if to confirm your suspicions, and carefully placed your knuckles on his forehead. You felt a bit of movement on your side, like he’d buried his face on the sheets.

“I’m sorry.” he muttered, voice not above a whisper, muted further by the bed. He then moved your hand, lips gently touching it as he continued to speak, this time a bit more clearly “I should’ve been more careful. I thought... I don’t know what I thought.” he confessed, pain and regret finely threaded in-between his words. ”I thought you’d be fine. I didn’t know you would get completely drunk and run off to where I couldn’t see and... And it’s my fault, even if I put it like that. And I know it. I’ll do better.”

His hands squeezed yours ever so slightly, as if he was afraid to break you further.

“I’m supposed to protect you, damn it...” his voice shook. “I’m supposed to not be such a screw up all the damn time. I’m the second oldest, and if I can’t even protect a single human from one minor demon...” he sighed, letting the thought hang in the air.

“But you did.” you replied, attempting a smile. Mammon looked back at you, startled, eyes sparkling with what you weren’t sure were tears or not “I’m sorry I made you go through this.”

“You...” he stuttered. “Ah... You heard all that, didn’t you?” he sounded sheepish, looking away. “It’s not your fault. You know it’s not your fault.”

“And it’s not yours either.” You attempted to move your other hand, change positions. You wanted to caress his hair, tell him, show him you were fine and everything would be okay. Instead you hissed as pain shot through your chest.

“Ah! Hey, hey!” startled, he gently held your shoulder in place. “Don’t... Don’t do that. You’re already all purple and blue, you don’t need more bruises. Humans are too fragile.” he tried to go back to his usual persona, but it was much less effective than he was hoping for. He frowned, looking at the bandages on your arm, where you know for a fact the demon had put her nails and cut you. You weren’t sure you wanted to know how deep those went. “I’m sorry.”

“C’mere.” You simply replied, and before he could say anything else you put your hands on each of his cheeks, pulling his forehead to join with yours. “I’m okay. I’m here. And I don’t blame you.”

“That makes one of us.”

“Shush. Now, come on, I was saved by the Mammon. My knight in leathery armor, my first man. How could I ask for more?”

He chuckled back.

“So how much did we make anyway?” you asked. You hadn’t let go yet. You didn’t want to. Mammon was sitting on top of your nightstand at this point, comfortably pressed against your bed and you, and he, too, made no effort to separate himself from you.

“Well...” he trailed off, his cheeks burning slightly. “Ya know, it was s’pposed to be a surprise, but I don’t think you’re getting out of this bed ‘till after the weekend, so I guess I could tell you...” again he let the words hang in the air before adding “For a price.”

“A price?” you replied, feigning ignorance.

“C’mon, I’m the Mammon. My services, whatever they are, always come with profit for me, myself and I.”

You hummed in response, face inching closer. Now your cheeks were burning as well, noses tickling each other so close they were. “I see. And what kind of profit was the incredible, showstopping Avatar of Greed thinking of?”

“Hm...” he let out. His breath was hot on yours, eyes half-lidded. His hands held the bed frame, arms encasing you in his heat even more. “There’s a couple of things...” A hand moved, carefully, tenderly, to the back of your head. You lifted yourself slightly so it could be easily placed, which only made the two of you all the closer, lips almost brushing. You didn’t move away. He didn’t move either.

And then he did, pressing his lips to yours. Carefully, passionately, yet with an underlying hunger. You pressed further, fingers tangling in his hair. He was Greed personalized, but you had your own spells of selfishness. He noticed, his own cravings fueled by yours. He moved from your lips to your jawline to your neck, trailing kisses wherever he went.

“You--” he said in-between kisses. “That’s just one of the things you can do to pay me for information.” he had moved from the nightstand, now almost on top of you on the bed. Your heart beat fast seeing him like that. Disheveled, now with no care, no measures and appearances, simply messy because you did it and he wanted you to do it.

“Yeah?” you breathed out only to immediately bite your lip. You didn’t expect to be out of breath already. He placed his forehead on yours again, a grin spreading accross his face.

“Would you go on a date with me?”

#mammon #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #swd obey me #fanfic #my writing #obey me imagines #mammon x mc

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clownstolemyjokesarchive · 3 years

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Things we didn't mean, things we didn't like

@fxcesofhxll

Fizzarolli was just kidding about the other robots turning on him as they weren’t quite as advance as he was ( basic coding compared to him, enough to just play their stupid instruments and that was all ), but the fact Molly easily believed him-- Priceless. He almost, almooooooost wanted to correct her yet didn’t.

“Hey,̘ h̗e͍̞̲y! N̮o p̠̗̥ro̼oo̮o̘̰o̞͕o͚̬b͕lḛ̻͙mo! ̟̯Y͖ou’̤͉ṛ͇͖e͔̬̣ vi̳̳̲sit̯̱̹in’̲ ̯t͉̣̞h̞e͙̠ ̟͈̲par̤̼̗k̟ͅ,̘ ̖͔̫so only͇͕ ̞͙̱m̪̰a̺̭kes͙̠ ̺s̪̬e͙͇̼n͈̬se̩ ̹̰̥I ̯h̲͕̺e͙͉l̪̻p̘̩ ̩̩̤ou̳t̯,̦̭̲ ̭͎n͓o̪̠?” Admittedly, he just wanted to see this fiasco up close. No way was he missing this. As he draws near to the scene, he swears he almost glitches out by how hilarious this all is. Angel Dust, the spider in the kinky boots-- Trapped in the maw of one of the animatronics. Almost sounded like some sleazy porno set-up and if he didn’t know better, the Jester could have sworn this was one.

Huh. Maybe he’ll run that over by Mammon later. Either way, he makes his way forward, one hand clasping the upper part of the robot’s mouth while the other grabs Angel Dust. He essentially pries open the mouth, almost ripping it off its bearings and tugs the spider out once he has room to do so, “Onẹ͙͚ b̞̯r̼o̳the̼̙̮r ̞is f̦͈ree͎̯̼ ̮f͍ṟ̰om̯̥ th̥e ̹ro̞̰̥b͍ot͈’̜̮s ͚c̬̝lut̟̞c̹̻̬hes̰̪,̱ n̥o ̗th̹a͎̮n͚̝͎ks t͇̳o͇̝ ͔mo̥͚i.” Fizzarolli snaps the mouth close, leaning in to inspect it some before glancing back at Molly.

“Whe̝r͈e̱’̻̭̻s m̙̱̹y͈͙̥ re̯̺̜war̳͙̻d͉̖̹ ̰̙for̪̟̫ ̘̥d͖oi̫̻n̜̙ͅ’͈ ̠̰̟a g̟̲̟ọoḓ͍̻ j̲̤̱o̦͖̬b͖?̣̼̱”

#fxcesofhxll #﹙ RP ﹚ Aʟʟ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ᴍᴇ #VERSE;; UNDETERMINDED #((It's hard to tell whether he's joking or not with half of the things he's saying... GOOD LUCK MOLLY))

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mammon-s · 5 months

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Sleazy! Mammon sitting you on his lap while he’s gambling at a casino. Holding a cigar in one hand and wrapping the other around your waist, blowing the smoke in your face after he’s done with a puff.

#the imagine of mammon smoking a cigar came to me today and listen… it’s really hot #i should make a tag for sleazy mams #sleazy! Mammon #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon

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devildomdoofus · 3 years

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Brothers as RDR2 Online Specialist Roles

(Red Dead Redemption 2 - Online)

‼️WARNINGS‼️

‼️contains spoilers up to chp. 16‼️

⚠️viewer discretion is advised⚠️

[[mature themes, mature content, mentions of hunting animals, mentions of blood, animal parts, animal carcasses, mentions of alcohol, murder]]

Author’s Note:

I’ve been playing a HELL of a lot of RDR2 Online and I couldn’t help but see the brothers in cowboy hats and doing cowboy things so here ya go!

Apologies to those who have no clue about what’s going on... if I need to, I can make a post to sort of explain it all. Just let me know 😊✨

If there’s another game that you’re interested in seeing the brothers (or undateables) in, send me a request or message and I’ll bring it to life!!

- DevildomDoofus

💙Lucifer: Bounty Hunter

This one might be self-explanatory but..

Whether he openly admits it or not, this man is the textbook definition of sadistic. It’s no secret he enjoys watching his prey squirm and beg for mercy.

Even better when they put up a proper fight. Oh he just loves when they fight back. It’s much more fun that way.

He won’t accept payment for the bounties though. Some may think it’s because he’s an incredible, upstanding citizen, humbly doing his part to stop the “bad guys” and rid the world of crime.

But let’s be real here, it was never about the money. It was the opportunity to be the antihero with a badge.

He was meant for this role and this role was meant for him.

Plus, being known and praised as the greatest bounty hunter in the world is one devildom of an ego stroke.

💛Mammon: Trader, Collector, Moonshiner

Textbook entrepreneur (if that entrepreneur had a few sleazy tricks up his sleeves)

And talk about resourceful. He could take the lint in your pocket and make a coat for the winter if you paid him

Ergo, turning animal remains into profit is child’s play.

That is why he fits the role of Trader

Meanwhile, as a Collector...

If there’s an item worth a hefty penny, you can bet your human soul Mammon knows exactly where, when, and how to get it.

He’s got the treasure maps, the inside sources, the outside sources the kleptomaniac hands

Will probably end up on one of his brothers’ bounty posters sooner or later

For Moonshining... It’s tax-free, baby! Of course he’s in the Moonshining biz. And he’s the sneakiest man of commerce the bootlegging alcohol business needs to stay on top, no matter the cost.

The GREAT Mammon’s middle name is sabatoge

🧡Leviathan: Collector

Needless to say, he loves, loves, LOVES collecting things. It’s practically written in his DNA.

Plus, having so many items that a multitude of other people break their necks and spill blood over to get is a pretty big bonus too.

To be the source of envy instead of being envious himself is quite the desperately needed boost to his ego

Selling the items might be something he’ll forever struggle with because he personally enjoys them but... sometimes selling those items means more cash in his pockets to help him in his efforts to collect many MORE items

A glorious circle of of life- er... items.

💚Satan: Literally any role. Prefers Naturalist (Conservationist) or Collector.

He is quite the jack of all trades. There are so very few things that he cannot and will not do because he will try everything at least once besides Solomon’s cooking fiascos

It’s in his nature to be inquisitive and an explorer/adventurer, which is why he would try out and then fit perfectly into any of the roles since he wants to learn about EVERYTHING he can.

But because he’s eager to learn by nature and it is what he’s most comfortable being, he prefers the roles of Naturalist (Conservative) and Collector.

Naturalist because it allows him to study every creature under the sun and stars.

Collector because these items have history and their history can educate him on the world that came before

Making a profit off of both is of very little concern to him. It is truly about the pursuit of knowledge.

💖Asmodeus: Collector. Maybe Moonshiner

Every other role requires him to get dirty (Moonshiner does too but I’ll get to that in a second)

NO. WAY.

He outright refuses. It will be over his dead body before he messes up his look or expensive outfit.

Therefore, Collector is the only remaining role that fits.

Being a gorgeous man, he enjoys gorgeous things and knows a gorgeous thing when he sees one. Being a collector of said things would be a cinch.

Just don’t let him get too filthy.

Now about this Moonshining shtick... being a Moonshiner wouldn’t exactly be completely off the table or as difficult to him as you might think

As long as he’s not the one making the product or sabotaging the competition.

He’s excellent at dealing with people and charming them into saying or doing whatever he pleases.

Which is why he’s an excellent choice for being the face of the Moonshining business. He’s adept at gaining new customers and keeping the loyal ones around.

❤️Beelzebub: Moonshiner, Trader

He has tasted almost every single flavor known to the three realms.

To call him a culinary artist would be to call Niagara Falls a leaky faucet.

This man can make your mouth and stomach feel like they have died and gone to the celestial realm three times over.

He can make Moonshine that’ll have you in tears before your next sip and beg Lucifer to wipe your memory clean so that you may taste it anew once more.

And he’s big and strong. Supernaturally so. He literally scares the competition off. Any stupid brave enough to stick around are in for one devildom of a rude awakening.

As for the Trader business, he’s a legendary tracker and hunter. His nose is that of a bloodhound and can smell his prey from a different zip code.

But he hates for the animals/creatures to be taken for granted so he’s sure to use every last bit of the animal as to not waste a single thing.

He also thanks the creature for their sacrifice and properly buries a piece of them (be it tidbits of fur, feathers, leftover bones, etc.) so that they may rest in peace.

💜Belphegor: Bounty Hunter, Naturalist (Hunter)

Ahhh, to kill humans and be allowed to do so without repercussions: it’s the devildom dream.

Honest with himself or not, Belphegor is a sadist, just like Lucifer (but if you value your 2nd chance at life, don’t tell him that).

Watching and hearing his bounties beg for mercy before he kills them in cold blood is too way much fun.

And giving Lucifer a little “friendly competition” in the Bounty Hunting game is a reward in and of itself

Granted, you get more money for live bounties but.. it’s just easier to kill them off.

and easy is how this man operates.

It’s the same reason he is a Hunter and not a Trader.

It’s easier to sell the animals and/or their bits and pieces in one go to one individual (Hunter) than it is to have to process them all and sell to many individuals across the map (Trader).

Also, the Hunting business helps fund his Bounty Hunting.

Win-win.

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