#obey me mammon x reader
mammon chewing on the last piece of gum just mere minutes before you asked if he had any more. he offers to buy some for you since he just ate the last piece, but you pull him into a kiss, searching his mouth for the gum, aiming to steal it from him. when you breathlessly pull away after, him just staring at you, cheeks red, eyes wide, gum nowhere in sight, the realization hits you.
“mams, did you seriously swallow the gum? ”
he's a blushing mess after your question, and he reasons that it's because you startled him. what's the big idea, suddenly throwing yourself onto him like that?! but it's not like he can blame you or anythin’, he's the great mammon after all! anyone would find it hard to hold themselves back!
“hey, i've still got a bit of gum left right here after all. do ya still want it? ”
you roll your eyes and nod in reply, holding out your hand, expecting him to give you the gum. your heart thumps loudly when he squeezes your cheeks to pry your mouth open, and spits. you could taste the flavor of the gum as you swallow instinctively. you look up at him, dazed, and he just chuckles in reply. he grabs your outstretched hand and drags you to the nearest store to buy you all the gum you could possibly want.
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a chongyun mc with the demon bros (obey me) maybe? :0
btw, love the content you post, keep up the good work ! <3
An honourable individual with a positive mindset, you take your duties seriously, like exorcism, and performs them with a stoic and composed personality, although not always.
Your excessive positive energy, however, terrifies all spirits in range and have a disdain towards your positive energy, considering it to be a cheap trick, and trains despite this boon in the event that a spirit resists his excessive energy.
And unfortunately, when you can't suppress the feelings of warmness, you become illogical, unusually friendly and too excited.
**I'm sorry I only did the first 4 brothers ;-;;;;;;
Obey Me The calm but easily flustered exorcist, s/o (Chongyun)
He's impressed by your hard work and dedication you put into your tasks, with poise and logic. Just the way he likes it.
Lucifer appreciates the fact that you're usually calm; because everyone else is, well, not, and it annoys him to no end when a problem comes knocking at the door of the House of Lamentation.
But, that's only usually.
For some reason, whenever you get flustered, unsure, timid, anxious, or whatever, you turn a full 180.
But Lucifer finds it quite cute when you go into that manic state of yours. It's amusing to see you in a personality no one would usually see.
He only flusters you behind closed doors since he can't have you fainting all of a sudden in the public.
As you blush profusely at his sudden proposal in his office, he smirks. "What? Can handle the heat, darling?~" <3
He thought you were the opposite of him at first. You were calm and poised, unwavering and diligent in your work. Even he admits that you're a real hard worker.
And he still remembered the times where the ghosts tried haunting them, and you worked hard to exorcise them, though they immediately went back to where they came from because of your positive energy, causing you to grumble.
Meanwhile, Mammon and Levi were screaming Hallelujah as they were finally gone, and thanked you although you told them you did absolutely nothing.
But when Mammon sees the flustered, timid side of you, he snorts. You look ridiculous!! But he gets flustered back when you approach him so affectionately like an airhead. "W-What?! W-why are clinging me?! Um!!"
He fainted along with you on his bed. <3
You're an exorcist?! THAT'S SO COOL!!
He's quite envious of how cool you are, but you remind him so much of this anime and the main character was like- okay, he'll stop rambling-
But he finds it cool whenever you practice exorcism, and you look so cool doing it! You're really calm and collected, no ghost can stand in your way!! :DD
You legit scared them off with your presence alone, there's gotta be exorcism energy resonating in you! You told him you didn't even get to perform an exorcism fully and that it was just your positive energy scaring them off, and that you seriously did nothing.
Well, it's fine, s/o. You still scared them off, so it should be fine-
But Levi would later figure out your flustered side. The side where you become a bundle of raw, haywire emotions that just burst, making you become illogical in your judgements, abnormally overjoyed and a complete airhead.
And he thought he would be the only one like that. He remembers when you stepped in on him swimming without his shirt on- and-
"OH MY GOD, S/O! DID YOU JUST FAINT?! HOLD ON, I'M HERE TO SAVE YOUUUU-" <3
Oh shit, I love you book boy for cats-
Satan is impressed by your diligence in practising exorcism, and how you conduct them.
He'd like to observe how you do it! Maybe he can do it, too. ^^ For what? Oh, it's not to use against Lucifer as a way to say he's not cleansed and he needs that hahaha, what makes you think that?
Anyways, Satan appreciates that you're a calm person, he needs someone calm and NOT annoying and they're logical around him. Satan really enjoys your company, and he wouldn't trade it for the world. Besides, he wouldn't ever miss out on your flustered side.
That's right, he loves your flustered, completely wavered, illogical self.
It's so adorable, he just wants to just drink in the sight and tease you about it.
In fact, he'll tease you to get you flustered. And like Lucifer, only behind closed doors because he can't have you dying on the floor in public.
As you succumb to your flustered feeling and tried to cover your embarrassed face, Satan hold them and uncovered them, before he smirked back. "What? Cat got your tongue?~" <3
Reblogs help! ^^
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Fake Dating Mammon
Anon Request: Hi bb 🥺 can I request a fic? Ur writing is just so good and I would really like to see how you write this! So, MC and Mammon are like fake dating (for whatever reason you choose) but NOONE believes it, so mc just smashes their face on his and the brothers see it without mc knowing hehe ^^ I just really think the whole fake dating trope is adorable - ur fave mammon Stan 💖
((AN: I don’t know if you ever found my page again, but I hope this finds it way to you and that you like it! I’m sorry I took so long fave mammon stan))
"MC! You've gotta help me!"
Mammon barges into MC's room, shutting and locking the door behind him before running over to their side- an almost weekly occurrence at this point. MC suppresses a sigh but doesn't look up from their textbook, pointing to the unhung painting near their bed.
"The portal is finished but I haven't had time to properly disguise it yet, if you take a turn where it splits between yellow and pink-"
"No, I'm not running from Lucifer this time, just listen!" Mammon spins them around in their chair, forcing MC to meet his eyes. MC watches Mammon pace the room, frantically waving his arms around as he tells them about a new witch that summoned him. Apparently they were an apprentice to a witch Mammon previously held a pact with- but that witch has since passed. According to some loophole in the contract, Mammon was now bound to this new witch without having to forge a new contract or anything in return for his service. When Mammon tried to protest, she'd offered an alternative- be bound to her with no benefits and coming running at her call- or marry her.
"Wait, wait, wait! MARRY YOU??"
"YES! She's insane!"
"What's the point? I- No offense Mammon, but that's so weird!? Why would she want to in the first place?"
" When mortals get married to demons, its easier for them to wield magic and become stronger and stuff, but the marriage is only broken when the human dies! I wouldn't be able to hold any other pacts or visit the Devildom unless Lord Diavolo summons me! Please MC, I'm not getting married again! MC you've got to help me!"
"AGAIN?? Wha- fu- yeah- sure? I guess? What do you want me to do Mammon?" Now he stops pacing, giving MC a pleading look- asking for forgiveness rather than help. Oh no.
"What did you tell her?"
"Well, she said if I had a legitimate excuse why I couldn't do either, she'd let me off the hook... So I told her we're dating."
"Engaged, actually, and that we've been keeping it a secret because my brothers would get jealous," Mammon pats his chest for a second before reaching into his jacket and grabbing something, flicking it to MC. They catch it and immediately recognize it- an engagement ring. "That should fit you just fine by the way"
"OH HOLD THE FUCKING PHONE-"
After some back and forth and a mountain of promises, MC caves and agrees to help Mammon. Mammon gives them a tight hug and a kiss on the top of their head, thanking them a million times before telling them about his game plan to convince the witch. When MC realizes they're about to spend their weekend taking and doctoring a years worth of 'secretly dating' photos, they're tempted to back out. However, they knew Mammon was right to a point- there was almost no one else that could help him without his punishment being just as bad as getting married to a random witch. It wouldn't be so bad, right? They only had to publicly fake date for a month and maybe be seen shopping for wedding attire to completely convince the witch.
After their little photoshoot all around the Devildom, Mammon breaks one more piece of news to MC- his brothers can't find out about ANY of this. If they knew the truth, Lucifer might actually force him to take the pact or worse. So they spent the rest of the day learning to edit photos and coming up with a game plan to convince the brothers. They'd have to pretend to be a couple both in and out of RAD and hoped that openly spending more time together would convince his brothers.
Monday morning came and they couldn't put it off any longer. Mammon and MC trailed behind everyone else, lurking at the edge of the doorway out of the house. They exchange a look, and Mammon extends his hand, MC taking it and giving it a little squeeze of reassurance. He leads MC out and keeps holding their hand down the stairs and across the yard, ignoring the shocked and open mouthed looks from his brothers.
"Aww, I want to hold MC's hand too!" Asmo runs up to MC's left side and reaches for their hand, but pulls back like he's been burned. "WHAT IS THAT!" MC and Mammon turn around to face the brothers and MC places their left hand on Mammon's chest.
"Hey, we're gonna walk ahead, alright you guys? I really just want to spend time with Mammon right now." MC makes sure to move their left hand a bit, drawing everyone's attention to the ring. Even Lucifer was at a loss for words, no one else spoke.
"Come on babe," Mammon stumbles over the pet name, but gently turns MC around, hugging them close to his side and walks with them like this all the way to RAD and even up to MC's first class. After the brothers, it was pretty easy to ignore the staring.
"I'll see you at lunch, we can go to Madam Scream's, my treat." No matter how many times MC rehearsed the script in their head, they couldn't quite meet Mammon's eyes when they spoke.
"Yeah, see you." If anything, they were relieved that Mammon seemed to be struggling as much as them. Mammon starts to turn but hesitates. Before MC could ask what was wrong, he gives them a quick kiss on the forehead and walks away. MC couldn't tell what burned more, their face or the stares of their classmates on their back.
This was going to be a long month.
“It’s like watching a soap opera. Horrible and exaggerated acting,” Asmo fake whispers to Satan, and giving MC a wide grin when they turn around to glare at him.
"Asmo, you went to help me find a wedding outfit, I don't know what more I can do convince you. I love Mammon and we're engaged!" MC protested loudly, trying to cover up the sound of mammon taking in a deep breath at the declaration of love. Asmo looks between MC and Mammon, they were sharing the love seat sofa, but still managed to not even touch legs. For 2 people "in love", they sure wouldn't touch each other.
"Kiss. Right here, right now."
"Pervert," Mammon and MC said together, only sharing the briefest smile before turning on Asmo again.
"i have to side with them, that's a weird request Asmo."
"Keep your head in your book Satan, maybe you'll learn to pick up on hints. They're CLEARLY not dating!"
"Obviously," Satan shoots him a quick glare over the top of his book. "But if they want to be delusional, let them."
"I'm not delusional!"
"Fine, MC finally got Stockholm syndrome-" Belphegor didn't bother to dodge the decorative pillow that Mammon shot at him, and he didn't need to- it flew clear over his head by a mile.
"I don't! Mammon is nice to me and he buys me things and takes me out-"
"But MC, you do that with all of us too." Beel points out. He didn't believe their little act either, but MC was making it too easy to tear their defense apart.
"We're leaving! I'm not going to sit here and let you slander our relationship anymore!" MC gets up in a huff and drags Mammon along with them. The next few days were filled with the brothers bribing and sympathizing with MC and harassing Mammon. This was clearly a ruse and if they kept pressing, one of them was bound to break.
-------2 weeks later------------------
"Slow dowwwnnn MC, I'm tired," Mammon whined but let MC pull him into his room, half heartedly closing the door behind him. MC dropped their school bag and started to stretch, starting to feel the stress of this whole fiasco catch up to them.
“Mammon, you need to ease up. If we can't even convince your brothers that we're dating, word might get back to that witch and you'll be married off- AGAIN. Then all of this was for nothing.”
“What do you mean ‘ease up’, my acting’s been perfect!” Mammon tosses his jacket onto the pool table before throwing himself on the couch, draping over it and looking exhausted. "Those bastards would be in denial if it was real, so we're doing fine."
“Fine? Dude, you stutter anytime I hold your hand first and the ONE time we kissed in front of them, you didn't speak and turned so red I thought you had a fever. Absolutely none of that screams ‘chill’.”
“Well what do you want me to do about it!? How can I just be ‘casual’ about kissing?” Now it was MC's turn to blush, because they'd given the idea some thought, but had only come up with one solution.
“Well… then let’s practice until you can keep your cool.” MC took a sudden interest in the wall behind Mammon as he sputtered and stood back up.
“WHAT?? Practice kissing-"
“DONT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT. IF YOU HAVE ANY BETTER IDEA ID LOVE TO HEAR IT!" MC stared at Mammon, but he was clearly out of ideas. "So? Final answer?" Mammon shrugs and walks over to MC, putting his hands on their shoulders and looking them in the eyes. His face burned, but he managed to hold their gaze.
"Sure, there are worse ways to practice acting."
"Oh how you flatter me, love," MC rolls their eyes and Mammon does have to look away now, the pet name catching him off guard. When he was composed again, he looked at MC patiently waiting for him.
"Okay, I'm going to kiss you so don't hit me." He leans to MC, turning his head and pulling them into the kiss by their shoulders. They stay like this for a bit before MC groans and pulls back.
"Mammon, my friends have kissed me better than that. You're still really tense."
"You should be honored to kiss me"
"I've been alive for fewer millennia and I can still kiss better than you"
"Hardy har MC. Well what other brilliant ideas do you have?"
"Well... Here, let me-" it's MC's turn to step up. They wrap one arm around Mammon's neck , the other reaching up to wrap their fingers in his hair. MC pulls Mammon closer, first kissing him on the corner of his lips- once, twice, and once on his jaw before fully leaning in. They start gently, and Mammon hums against their lips, finally stepping up and moving his hands from MC's shoulders to their waist. He reciprocates the kiss and only pulls back when MC does.
"Not bad first man. Well, we're not stammering and neither of us looks mortified, so that's something... But maybe we should-" MC tightens their grip on his hair and Mammon understands.
"Keep practicing," Mammon nods and pulls MC back into him.
(At the same time, in the living room)
"I'm telling you, they're up to something!"
"I'm with Asmo on this one, it's all too sudden," Satan looks up from the book he was holding. "Do you think Mammon's holding something against MC? Or vice versa?"
"I tried talking to them but MC insists that it's been going on since last year and that they were messaging even when MC was in the human world." Levi continued to type on his DDD and looks up to meet each of his brother's eyes. "Whatever they're planning they're sure trying to see it through."
"Even Barbatos didn't see this coming," Lucifer sighs and shakes his head, putting down a folder with documents he needed for tomorrow. "How did MAMMON of all people keep it a secret from us?"
"Not a hard secret to keep if it isn't real. Come on, I bet you they aren't even together right now!" Asmo leaves the room and they all follow behind, wanting to test Asmo's theory themselves. In front of Mammon's door, Beel spoke before Asmo could open the door.
'We shouldn't peep on them like this," Beel protested.
"It's not peeping if they're not actually together, MC is probably reading a book or something and Mammon's watching a movie! I'm calling them on their bullshit." Asmo and Beel bickered quietly, completely missing as Levi opens the door instead.
"Err, Asmo, I don't think they're faking it." Everyone turns to Levi and look past him into the room. Mammon and MC were in the middle of the room, too focused on each other to see the door was clearly wide open and that they had an audience.
"Okay, we're done here," Beelzebub pulls Levi and Asmo away from the door by the collar and Belphegor closes the door again. They all walked away grumbling something or other about forgotten homework, or late appointments and part ways at the living room, never questioning Mammon and MC again.
------after 1 month------------
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT WAS FAKE-" Asmo shook MC so violently, Beel worried they'd get whiplash. Satan didn't even bother to look up, catching MC's glass before it tipped over and spilled onto the dining table, but he was clearly drawn to their conversation too.
"Sorry," MC laughs, not apologetic at all. "It was kind of a desperate plan.
"BUT IT WORKED! You should have seen how mad the witch was! I thought I'd have to protect MC from an attack or something!" Mammon cheered and reached across the table, giving MC a high five.
"Come on, she was nice! Super pretty to boot. If I had known, I would have tried to fake marry her instead," MC smiled as they dodged a fried bat wing Mammon threw at their head.
"But we saw you kissing!"
"You literally made us kiss in front of you like twice to prove it, which is giving creeper vibes my dude."
"No, I mean we all saw you in Mammon's room, making out. THAT didn't look like acting," Asmo jabs his fork threateningly at MC.
"Well we had to convince you guys it was real, and it looks like it worked. But now that I think about it, we still have one more thing to do." MC nods to Mammon and his eyes sparkle, knowing their inside joke.
"MC, I want a divorce!"
"HA! Jokes on you, I already packed up my things, and I'm taking goldie with me!" MC gave a villainous cackle and Mammon gasped, tossing another wing at MC's head. They laughed for a minute, but Asmo finally stopped pouting and leaned towards MC.
"Well now that it's 'official', let me know if you ever want to practice your 'acting' again MC, I'd love to help," Asmo winks and grabs MC's arm, "Here, I'll even feed you to show you what a good husband I could be!"
"OK-" Levi and Satan protested at the same time and Lucifer just took a long drink from his wine cup as the others started to bicker. MC and Mammon smile at each other from across the table, something softer in their eyes.
Maybe that divorce won't last long after all.
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Movies, The Horror (Mammon)
Halloween Series (Masterlist)
I watched parts of Nightmare on Elm Street, IT, and Child’s Play earlier this week and yeah <3
Prompt: Halloween isn’t all candy and costumes, it’s about horror as Mammon will come to find out ^•w•^
Warnings: food mention, as for the rest none, actually. Fear reactions? Nothing is actually described other than that, no actual horror occurs ^-^
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This was a bad idea, Mammon thought as MC clicked play on the first movie, the scenery already making him feel uneasy.
“I love this one, it’s certainly made it into movie history.” MC explained as they tossed him a bag of candy, already munching down on their own.
Mammon tried not to think about the foreboding atmosphere as the main character encountered what would be the scene of the horror, focusing his attention on the taste of the candy and literally anything but the computer screen as the movie played on.
MC noticed his discomfort, not-so-subtly scooting closer to him as there was a jumpscare, letting him hold on to them as his heart raced, complaining that it came out of nowhere and how cheap it was to use such a thing.
They finished the movie (the demon never letting go of them, mind you), and while it was fun to see Mammon get so shaken up over the film, they thought it might be best to change it up for his sakes.
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Happy Halloween! I hope this was entertaining. I’m currently accepting requests but posting them is on pause until after October, hope you have a nice day! 🎃
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Undateables and brothers with an MC playing with their horns
Brothers and Royals With A MC That Plays With Their Horns
For the sake of this fic, demon horns are going to be sensitive here. That's all I have to say. I'd play with Satan's horns any day.
Brothers and Dateables With A MC Touching their Wings here.
"I don't know why you insist on touching—ah, gentle."
A sigh escapes Lucifer when your fingers brush against the base of his horns. You can see the effect it has on the demon: he is now sighing in your lap, in bliss as you pet his horns.
"Are they sensitive?"
The demon shoots you a scowl. You chuckle, fingers finding their way again to the horns adorning his head. You already know the effect your touch has on him, reduced to a sighing mess, like a cat in pure bliss when you pet it.
But you like to tease Lucifer.
The next few moments pass in silence as you continue petting his horns, with your prideful demon in your lap. You can faintly hear the cacophony of the others in the hallway, but that's a noise you're both willing to ignore for the sake of each other.
But when another noise joins, Lucifer squints as he stares at the shiny object in your hand, and you freeze; having been caught in the act.
None of you move for a hot minute, with Lucifer staring at the offending item in your hand like it's going to bite his ankles, and you freeze in shame.
He closes his eyes again.
"Aren't you going to say anything?"
"Even if I do, you're still not going to cease your attempts."
You grin, resuming the action of placing the anklet on his horns, draping the jewellery carefully so that it doesn't tangle but neither falls off.
And when you look back to admire your work, you can imagine the halo that must have been on his head, brighter and shinier than any jewel.
You smile again at the scowling demon, resuming your ministrations on his horn and hair. You thought demon horns weren't sensitive, but here are you.
"Don't you dare."
But you dare. You know you're the only person Lucifer would ever allow to call him such atrocious titles and pet his hair, stroke his horns and place jewellery on them.
When your fingers brush at the tip, a noise escapes Lucifer.
Not a moan, not a sigh, not a gasp.
The rumbling noise is enough to tell the answer: it's a purr.
Lucifer Morningstar, Avatar of Pride and Eldest of the Seven Brothers, is now lying on your lap and purring like a cat as you stroke the horns adoring his head.
The horns are a replacement for the halo, another sign of the change he has undergone. With the jewels, the black horns are brought to life.
But no halo or jewellery can compare to the light the Morningstar radiates. Even in the darkest days and times, Lucifer shines the brightest, as he was intended too.
And you wouldn't have it any other way.
"Your horns are very useful."
You murmur, noticing how the demon immediately blushes at your statement. His horns are indeed, very useful. From the shape to their design—everything about them is unique. Including its use.
"I'm not a bottlescrew!"
You roll your eyes. "Sure you are," You declare, easing the wine bottle closer towards his horns. They're shaped like a corkscrew, but do they also work like that as well?
"No touching! Grrr!"
You raise your hands in defeat. "Alright, alright," You counter, gazing at the demon whose flustered by holding your hand to stop your movements. "Should I stop touching you then?"
The look on Mammon's face is worthy of a picture.
"No—Yes! AHHH! I mean—"
The demon splutters, stumbling over his own words as he blushes. You know it's all an act, that Mammon wants nothing more than you to touch him. He's always been greedy for you.
So you do.
Reaching out, you place a careful finger on the tip of the appendages on his head. The action immediately silences Mammon, who now stands frozen. You can see his eyes trace your every movement. Every careful stroke and touch, he observes with intensity.
And soon, it isn't long before Mammon is now draped in your lap, your hands soothingly massaging his horns and hair. You can feel him sigh in contentment as you card your fingers through his hair.
He's always been greedy for you.
And who are you to refuse?
He'd fit right in amongst the fishes.
That's the first thing you notice on seeing the coral horns on Levi's head. Given that water is his domain, his more 'demonic' parts would be that of a sea serpent and coral horns.
"Fishy," You whisper, gazing at the demon whose focused on his game, the bass of the final boss reverberating in the air. Levi doesn't hear your observation, but he definetly feels a pair of eyes ogling his head.
"W-What are y-you doing?"
His citrine eyes dart nervously between you and the screen. Instinctively, the tail reaches for his head as his hands are occupied with the controller.
On feeling nothing strange there, Levi shoots you a nervous look.
"Your horns," You declare, not tearing your gaze away from the appendages on his head. At your statement, the purple-haired demon gets up from his chair to inspect his reflection in the glass screen.
But when he doesn't find anything out of the ordinary, a frown falls on his face.
Your eyebrows furrow at the action. You know what is going on in the demon's mind; that he's simply a worthless and ugly shut-in who looks like a freak.
Words fail Leviathan when your hands come to rest on his horns. His posture stiffens, and Levi would be in a stupor right now if not for your words.
A gentle touch against his horns.
"You're not what you think you are."
A brush against his tail.
A kiss to his horns.
Levi doesn't know what he's done to deserve you. Time and time again, you come and make him see the things he's refused, imagined, twisted in his mind.
You're going to be the death of him one day, with your love.
But Levi's going to die a happy death.
Satan doesn't dislike his more..demonic features.
He simply prefers being calm and polite. With his sharp horns and tail coiled around his leg as a sign of control, Satan is a perfect member of the knowledgeable demon elite.
But he doesn't want you to get hurt because of him.
"Careful," Satan warns as he observes your movements. He had been puzzled yet intrigued at your request to inspect his demon form, and he obliged.
You nod in response, gently tracing a finger from the base to the curved tip. Satan was right, they indeed are sharp if not handled carefully, but there's nothing stopping you from showering your beloved demon in affection.
They're covered with scales, you only realize when you feel the sensation of his appendages in your hands.
"Ah, I'm so sorry!"
The blonde demon stumbles over his words at having caught his unruly tail in the action of coiling itself around your leg. That's why he keeps it close to his body, but it seems the heart never listens.
"It's alright," You mumble, gently taking the appendage in your hands as you observe the green scales. You can feel it tremble under your touch.
"You aren't hurt, right?"
"Not at all. In fact, your tail seems to particularly like me."
The blush on Satan's face is adorable, yet embarrassed.
"Can you..touch my horns again, please?"
You find him lowering his head so that you can easily access his horns, like a cat.
If anything, Asmodeus adores his demon form.
The demon flaunts his wings and horns pridefully. He has had many touch his horns and tail in amorous encounters, and Asmo has welcomed it.
But there's a certain emotion brewing in his heart when you massage his horns.
"Your horns are so smooth to the touch!" You exclaim, marvelling over each smooth appendage as you glide a finger across. The demon's horns are ending in pink at the tip, with delicate patterns .
Underneath you, Asmodeus shivers.
"Indeed they are! I make sure to polish them regularly! Smoother and more alluring than others!"
You nod in reply, stroking the area around where his horns emerge. At that action, the demon sighs before leaning into you more.
You let him, placing a hand on the nape of the neck as Asmo adjusts his position to ensure that his horns don't accidentally hurt you. He could never let that happen.
"Would you like me to decorate your horns with some jewellery?"
The demon immediately perks up, excitement thrumming in his veins at your question. Before you know it, Asmodeus has intertwined his fingers with yours, and now your lips are barely apart.
He doesn't give a reply, instead choosing to bury his face in the crevice of your neck. His wings flutter softly, silently, as you feel Asmodeus smile.
"I would love that."
Beel doesn't play much attention to his more demonic traits. Like the horns on his head or the wings on his back, the demon doesn't fawn over them like Asmodeus, or take pride in them.
He can't be bothered, when his hunger prevents him.
But if you seem to find amusement in his horns, who is he to deny?
"Your horns are so big!" You point out, tracing a finger over each ridge that clearly defines itself. The demon had been a bit confused at your request to touch his horns, but sat down nevertheless so that you could easily access his head.
Beel says nothing, but buries himself in your chest. He doesn't feel the need to voice a reply, not when it can be said in a simple action.
Your heartbeat is soothing, just like those times when he'd get nightmares and Lilith and Belphegor would let him fall asleep to the sound of their heartbeat.
Alive and Breathing.
But then he feels something being placed on his head, even lighter and delicate than your hands. A careful feel of the object tells him it's soft, and when Beel takes a deep breath, the familiar fragrance taking his mind back to the garden.
A flower crown.
Looking at the mirror behind you, the demon can briefly make out the flowers delicately woven together, now placed on his head, adoring his horns.
"Is this alright? Asmodeus showed me how to weave a flower crown one time and I thought they would look—"
Beelzebub finds himself giggling. Cute, he thinks, gazing at the flowers on his head and the confusion on your face.
Well, a kiss would clear it all away.
Belphegor snorts at the inneudo, gently wacking you on the head with his tail. Softly, meant in good fun.
You giggle, resuming your ministrations of gently touching his horns. They're twisted like a ram's, and another pun is already on your mind, but you don't voice it out loud.
"I like your horns," You declare, massaging his head harder to emphasize your point; making Belphegor sleepily hum.
"They're a pain to care for." He mumbles, your scent already pulling him to the brink of sleep. Or maybe he's just finding an excuse to sleep in your arms.
"If you want, I could file them down for you."
The sleepy demon nods his head. Belphegor would often fall asleep in the middle of grooming, and then Beel would come to help him. Or until Lucifer scolded him for his disheveled horns.
The prospect of annoying Lucifer does sound interesting.
But his mouth opens, and he finds himself already giving permission as he's pulled into bliss by your ministrations. Your hands work their magic on his scalp and horns, and if the demon isn't careful he might just doze off.
Belphegor doesn't mind that.
In your lap, with you massaging his head and horns, he feels as if this moment would be disturbed any moment. Soon one of his brothers will come rushing in and take you away from themselves. They always want more time, but Belphegor will make up for what was lost.
For now, he's in your arms.
That's the first thing one would notice about Diavolo's demon form. Even the most extravagant beings would be overshadowed by the grandeur of the Prince's demon form.
Adored with gold at the tips, each wing and horn is elegant, large, a display of sheer power and authority that the demon possesses.
And yet, you have the formidable demon Prince in your lap, whose seeking respite from the ever-lasting pile of paperwork and Barbatos's nagging.
"That feels good." He mumbles, closing his eyes to savour the sensation of having your undivided attention without any paperwork or royal duties, if only for fleeting moments.
Never had the demon thought that he'd find solace in having his horns played with it. Maybe is it because he never had experienced affection?
But then you came along.
"Your horns sure are big, Dia," You tease, tracing a finger across the length, down to the very ends in gold.
"You're quite bold," He murmurs, inhaling your scent as it calms his nerves. And then, he abruptly sits up straight, letting the mattress dip under his weight until your eyes are at level with his. A finger is placed under your chin, and your lips are barely apart.
"But that's what I like about you."
The space between two lovers ceases to be.
The butler never acts improper.
His position calls for it, to be ready to serve and help his Lord in his time of need, to be dedicated and composed as ever.
Barbatos remains a mystery to many, but to you, he'll break down his walls.
"Your horns are deceiving. Frail at first glance, but they're strong and firm." You observe, placing a finger across the thin branches of his horns.
"Just like you."
The demon smiles, feeling something warm brew in his chest. "I don't share my secrets with anyone," He whispers, leaning forward to place a flower in your hair and give you a chaste kiss. Leaning back against the tree trunk, Barbatos admires his work.
"But you have my heart."
Gently feeling the petal, you flash the demon a grin. "I sure do, Barb. But it looks like someone else has found an affinity for your horns."
His eyes immediately dart towards the chirp of a bird, which seems to be coming from his head. A Devildom sparrow now proudly perches on his horns, merrily enjoying the view.
Barbatos and you share a chuckle together.
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Aphrodisiac Induced Reader + The Brothers
A/N: The brothers!! I hope yall enjoy!! Aphrodisiac induced is always a fun thing to play with. The brothers,, my beloved
You really should have known better than to take food that was offered by Beel. You know that he has the right intentions in mind- that him sharing food is a miracle of itself and rejecting him would have his brows furrowed and lips pursed into a pout- but he’s also gluttony. He can eat whatever he wants and as much as he wants without so much of a stomach ache. You, on the other hand, cannot. You should have seen this coming when the cupcake you bite into filled your mouth with such an indescribable sweetness that it made your teeth ache, the flavor otherworldly and leaving you hungry for me, taking greedy bites out of the cutely decorated pastry. There was a sharp pang in your stomach, your body on fire and sex dripping with every nudge that your body made.
You couldn’t be alone right now- or maybe you should have been left alone, maybe that would have saved you from humiliation of your dripping arousal that was leaking past your slit. You’re quick to rise, standing on shaky legs, curled over as your cheeks burn, sweat beading against your skin, only worsening the sensitive state that you are in. It’s fast-acting, making your breaths come out in heated gasps, and everything just feels a bit too much, just too good for it to be normal. An aphrodisiac- a strong one that is making you impossibly aroused. You suck in a sharp breath and go to the person who you know will treat you right.
Lucifer is a gentleman- most of the time at least. But during your time of need he is perfect to go to. He’ll allow you- or more like insist- that you stay in his office until the aphrodisiac’s effects have passed. You’ll lay on the couch, face buried into a throw pillow while the other one is between your legs. Shame has long been gone since you’ve entered his domain, his eyes never really leaving your shaky frame. When you moan his name, he stiffens, the pen in his hand is held tighter but he still rises, walking towards you in concern. He’ll sit beside you, let his hand curve over your forehead, feeling the heat go through his glove.
He clears his throat, pulling his hand away, and there’s this heavy look on your face, the pillow squeezed tight between your legs, the pillow under your head has faint imprints of your teeth. He’ll avoid touching you, pulling his hand away from you and walking briskly to his desk chair. He can hear your steps across the floor, the way you gasp his name and seem to rub your thighs together for any sort of friction. He won’t spare you a glance, eyes focused on the paperwork in front of him. Underneath the desk, his leg jolts as you snake your arms around his shoulders, your lips wet as they touch his neck.
There isn’t enough time in the day and night for him to focus on his work and on your growing needs that are starting to mark everything in his office. Black ink scratches along the pape, the letters growing shaky as you snake your way onto him. He’s actually startled when you situate yourself on his lap, your sex pressed against his erection. He’s surprised by your sudden confidence but writes it off due to the effects of the aphrodisiac. You’re above him, arms snaked once more on his shoulders and you play with the hair that rests on the nape of his neck.
The feeling of shame is not foreign to the Avatar of Pride but even then, letting you know that he is indeed aroused given the situation does bring a bit of heat to his body. His hands find their way to hold onto your hips, trying to ignore the way that you have begun to grind against his. But there is work to do and despite the growing need to pleasure both you and himself, he displaces you, ignoring the way that you call his name and can’t seem to stop touching him.
The only way to gain his attention that you desperately long for is to push him away, the wheels locking against an edge of the floor and you bend yourself over the desk. Lucifer wants to throw you out so you can be another’s problem but you pull your bottom layer off, your fingers searching inside your leaking hole and pride starts to fuel him. You touch yourself in front of him, beg for him to touch you- of course you would. Slender hands come to touch your body, and you’re already leaking onto the floor, thick, sweet arousal staining the very room that he allowed you to enter. His cock is against you, rimming around your entrance, hearing your cries and please for him to simply fuck you but you did cause him to become distracted from very important work and he is going to punish you for that.
Of course you’d go to him. He is your first after all, why wouldn’t you go to The Great Mammon? But wow, he was over his head when you came knocking at his door. Always eager to see and spend time with you, he allows you to enter without seeing the state you’re in. You stagger into his room, holding his hand and stumbling into him and it’s only then that he can smell the sweet, lingering aroma in the air. He wants to believe you’re just trying a new perfume and now it's made you sick, but it’s worse than that when the hand you’re holding moves to your chest. He can feel your rapid heartbeat, the way your body is in flames that can rival hellfire itself, the pained cry of his name as you try to pinch your legs together in the awkward embrace.
Frozen for a moment, Mammon completely blanks on what to do. He can feel your pain, the aching need in your entire body that makes you feel as if you’re going to combust into flames. He doesn’t know whether to touch you or not. But then you cry his name- sobbing it out in broken syllabus and you cry that it hurts and you think you might die and you're in his arms. Your hold on him tightens and he thinks he can leave you to be- let you wait out the excruciating pain in his room until the feeling fades and just thank him with attention or material objects later. He fails to consider that he is weak to you and when you look at him with teary eyes, he falters.
He stutters in his explanation, talking about how he can maybe go out and get you a toy or something- and he promises to be quick, he is the fastest after all. But then the thought lingers and he imagines your sex stretched with some toy that he chose, and his body jerks. Your vision is growing blurrier by the second and the hold on his hand tightens until your knuckles pale. You pull on him, thanking whatever God is watching down on you, that the door to the prized car he keeps in is open. Even he’s unable to know what is going on until you push him inside, crawling onto the back seat, calling his name and begging for him to join you.
In such a closed space, the Avatar of Greed is trying desperately to avoid touching you. He stays seated in the front seat, fingers drumming along the steering wheel. He cares for the car deeply- one of the few things that gives him freedom that is indescribable and yet, here you are. Your sex is leaking, your cries echoing across the closed space and what is music to his ears in his dreams is now a horrible reminder that you are seated behind him, victim to an aphrodisiac. He needs an excuse to touch you, needs to just feel you for a moment and when you threaten to stain the flawless leather seats with your slick, it’s enough for him to crawl to the back seat.
He never realized how crowded it was, how his elbows and knees tend to knock into things. He doesn’t notice how you’ve kicked your shorts off, how your underwear has become dark in color to your dripping sex. You kiss him, and Mammon is weak to you. His hands are on you, the scent overpowering and he promises to keep the touching to a minimum to only touch what you’ll let him touch and kiss where you want him to. But you’re huffing, grabbing onto him and trying to meet his crotch. The windows grow foggy, the car begins to creak but neither of you pay it any mind. It’s cramped and you’re too close but not close enough, you ache to be closer to him, to have him pressed against you until all you can remember is the way that his chest feels against your skin, the warmth of him, and the way his kisses are so tender and feverish all at once.
Leviathan refuses to make eye contact with you. He won’t even address you. He sits on his desk chair, playing a game that doesn’t need half of the attention he usually gives. You rest inside his bathtub, curled over he presumes, whining and mumbling something that sounds like his name but he can't be so sure nor does he expect you to mumble his name in your current state. But as much as he wants to drown you out, he can’t. You’re too whiny, crying and begging for a solution, peeling your shirt off because it’s too hot. He reasons that’s because of the aphrodisiac because his room is always kept to a cool temperature. So now, he has you topless in his bathtub and the only proof is your shirt that was tossed where he sits and the reflection above, portraying a teasing, blurry image of your torso.
It’s possibly the worst situation for the poor, introverted demon. He finally has you all to himself and you’re in such a needy state and the plot is so close to a top tier hentai of his- Help! My Friend Took a Drug and Now They Won’t Stop Grinding on Me But I Also Don’t Want Them To Stop. But You came to him, you trusted that he would watch over you and whether it was because he kept his room so guarded or because you trust him, he really doesn’t know which. It’s just too muddled for him to believe that you would actively choose him. So, he does what he does best- he immerses himself in a game. The cutest game that he could think of- one that even if he grew and remained hard would make him feel more like a degenerate than he already does. He puts his headphones on and as if everything is trying to punish him, the loading screen takes forever.
The soundtrack plays loud, booming in his headset and effectively drowning you out. But he knows you’re still crying for him- that you're still in the same room with him. The perverted otuka glances up where he can see your reflection and he catches a glimpse of your hands cupping the swell of your chest and his face burns. Had you caught him peeking before? Was this a way for you to play with yourself without actively touching yourself? He can feel his growing arousal, translucent pre-ejaculate spilling past his slit and staining his boxers. It’s humiliating and he hates that the idea of you touching yourself in his room is more than enough for him to get in the mood.
He’s ignoring you- the only way that he can hopefully soften without actually creaming his pants. He avoids your reflection, ignores how your hands grip the curve of the tub until your knuckles pale, how you swing a leg over and it meets the hard layer of the bath, and for a moment, you still. He’s ignoring your decision to remove yourself from the place he rests and staggering to him. When he feels your hands on his thighs, he startles and the game minimizes into a small box. Unaware of what to do in this situation, he freezes, letting his body tense as you crawl onto his lap, your eyes heavy with lust and body feeling so warm above him that he’s unable to breathe.
His breathing is ragged, his hands stopping on the curve of your bum, as he’s unable to look anywhere else but your face. You’re flushed, gripping onto him, your tongue out as you pant and you’re so desperate for his attention that you lean close. His hands raise in an attempt to push you off but as if it were a cliché moment, his hands curve over your chest and you whimper his name at the simple touch. The third born should have been careful, he shouldn’t have let you grind against him and he surely shouldn’t have let himself becomes distracted by a kiss and yet, here he is, undressing himself as you greedily slide yourself onto his cock, your face scrunching up as every scale is pushed further into your aching hole. Leviathan is holding you close, the computer screen dimming as your can fill him spill inside of you.
Eager to learn, he knows the effects of what an aphrodisiac can do to a being. So when you come knocking at Satan’s door, begging for refuge, leaning against him and gripping at his shirt, he pats your hand, and welcomes you inside. He allows you to rest on his bed, letting you bury yourself under his blankets. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea for either of you- you’re inhaling his scent during a time of desperate need, and soon when the effects wear off, he’ll be left in a bed that is drenched in your scent. That, however, is a problem for another day.
In order to keep his mind and hands busy, he’ll finally organize his room. He’s able to ignore your whining, the way that you shiver under the covers and bury yourself into his pillow, how you spread your legs so they are uncovered by the blanket; he ignores the sweet scent of your arousal that fills the room and his lungs. He holds his breath, taking few, deep breaths every now and then to avoid inhaling too much of you. You’re whining, talking through the pillow about how it hurts and you just need something- and doesn’t he have a spell he can use to just rid you of at least a tiny bit of it.
It’s the growing arousal of himself and your constant whining that edges him closer to annoyance. He holds books tight in his hand, orders them by author and published years, height and volumes, but it isn’t enough to drown you out. He regrets letting you enter his room but in the same second, he regrets having the thought. He’s happy that you came to him, trusted him enough to see you in a disheveled state. He doesn’t want to scare you off or make you feel unwanted, so he edges closer to you, tugging on the bottom of his shirt as if he were a nervous boy instead of a grown demon. The bed creaks under his weight and your hand latches onto his thigh. He jerks his leg, your hand only squeezing tighter and when he makes eye contact, your eyes are filled with tears, glistening and catching on your lashes like fresh dew.
You’re aroused, deeply and sweetly. It's a nervous thing to be attracted to someone like you, a demon that has been round and born with blood and wrath etched deep into soul and yet here he is, nervous to even touch your trembling hand. He knows the effects of something as strong as an aphrodisiac and for a demon made one, there is no real spell for it. He lets you lay on his lap, your mouth close to his sex, eyes lidded and holding tight to his hand. His control is fading, his growing need pushing past logical thought. He offers himself, and you rise quickly, already straddling his lap, your chest pressed against his, asking if it is okay. A cold shiver runs through his spine and he nods, offering that he’ll take care of you.
The trembling, nervous demon fades just as quick as it came when your lips are on his. You kiss him, need so transparent that he’s teasing, pulling away, letting your back meet the bed. His smile is sharp, leaning to kiss your pursed lips, grabbing your leg and pulling it upwards, mumbling praise under his breath when you hook your leg around his waist. Satan is heavy when above you, and maybe it’s the aphrodisiac that still lingers on your tongue, but he is unwilling to move away from you, kissing you and hooking his fingers in your mouth when you moan. You’re needy and he wants to hear you beg for him, calling his name. He cups your face with spit coated fingers, asking you to be good for him and mew for him.
As the Avatar of Lust, Asmodeus immediately knew something was off in the house when he felt lust in the air. It’s sweet. Intoxicating and bitter all at once. It’s like the sweetest honey known to mankind and he knows the feeling well enough to open his door before you have the thought to knock. He welcomes you into his room, letting you rest on the bed, a small part of him on the inside crinkling when you ruffle the sheets. But, of course, he knows this isn’t you- you would never be so careless. It’s all because of the aphrodisiac making your movements more frantic.
He knows the cure to end it- sex, plain and simple. Masturbation might help but he fears your hand will become sore. Always eager to have somebody in bed with him- out of his own sin and own need for company- he offers you two choices. You can borrow a toy- new, still in the box and all- or he could take care of you. Perhaps he shouldn’t have offered the second option, he knew how excited you were to simply enter a room with another living being but he couldn’t help himself. You look absolutely adorable with your flustered face.
A kiss from the living Avatar of Lust is better than any pleasure that you’ve ever received. And he knows it. You moan under him, your body shaking and eyes rolling to the back of your head, clawing at the shirt on his back. He smiles into the kiss. So eager to be taken care of that a simple kiss was enough to make you climax, your arousal dripping onto your underwear, so heavy in the air, that he pulls away as he feels your breaths start to shorten due to lack of air. But even as he pulls away, you still reach to pepper him with kisses, your breathing reggae against his face, gasping for breath with every parting kiss.
Your hands are on him, eager to pull him into another kiss. You want him and it’s evident from the way that you don’t push away when he removes his clothing. But, he stops for a moment, watching your gaze on him, wide and dazed and you stare at him as if he was something more than just a demon, you give him your worship and you pull him into another kiss. He stiffens, pulling away and asking if this is what you want, touching your bare skin only to flinch away as if it burned him. And when your lips are on him, your smile returns for a moment, telling him that you came to him because you knew he would tend to you in any way, and he melts.
His lips return to yours, kissing you eagerly, wanting nothing more than to just keep his lips on you. And as last time, you shudder beneath him, another orgasm washing through your body, your release spilling pass your slit. Limps entangle with each other and you cry the name Asmodeus, moaning it as if it were the only thing on your mind, sobbing under him and telling him how good it feels. You pet his head and let him bury his face into our chest, peppering kisses until he reaches your neck. His eyes close, an unexpected climax teases at him, as you pull him closer to your aching body. Every sigh from you in a gentle gust of wind, every cry a song that not even choir from the Celestial Realm can rival. He pushes deep inside of you, letting you feel every curve and texture from his cock as it molds your leaking hole into his shape.
Beelzebub feels incredibly guilty when you come to him, his shirt knotted in your hands as you explain what you ate. He blames himself, going to hold you only to flinch when you hiss and pull yourself closer to him. It’s an aphrodisiac, he should have known that you’ll be more sensitive to touch during this time. He apologizes as he leads you to his bed, shaking his head and holding your hand. He’s gluttony- he should have been able to smell the scent of an aphrodisiac.
Of course, he’ll let you hide in his room until the effects wear off. He won’t make a single peep but it’s difficult for him. His clothes are sticking to him, his body is in an odd sticky situation where sex clings to him clothes and skin. He knows the effects of the aphrodisiac but he feels guilty for giving it to you so when you cling to him, begging for him to not let go of you, he sighs and stays beside you. He’s stiff, unwilling to move and can only let out a shaky breath, when you press yourself closer to him, hooking a leg over his and curling it over. He can feel your sex- hot and pulsing and he leaves ripped bedsheets as his hand curls into the comforter.
He’s rubbing your back, letting his fingers drum against your spine as he hears your panted breaths. He knows he should stop, that he should at least go and take a shower so he can at least smell good but you hold a tight grip on him. You’re feverish, burning against him and he can tell you want more, your lips open up and kiss along the side of his ribcage but he can’t move.
It’s getting too much- even for him. He doesn’t want to take advantage of this needy state that you’re in but as he rises with a feeble explanation that he’s going to take a shower, you pull him down. He’s above you, your eyes watery and cheating rising and falling with heavy breaths. He can’t kiss you but you’re leaning closer, your lips brushing against his and he can smell the aphrodisiac that still rests like heaven on your tongue. You don’t blame him for the accident slip, you’re just begging for him to take care of you, letting your hand rest over the swell of his breast and he’s growing weaker by the second.
When your lips are on his, your tongue slipping past your lips, Beelzebub can taste the aphrodisiac and he’s melting. His tongue has made its home on your mouth, curving over your pink muscle and feeling the way you shudder beneath him. His name is muted by the kiss, your hands clawing at his clothing and he’s sweaty and aroused, watching you as you strip yourself of your clothes. The lovely pastry that still lingers isn’t enough for him to go into a full rut, but it’s enough for him to bend your legs to your chest, your hole pulsing as his cock aligns to it. The way that you call his name is enough for him to push himself fully into you.
Belphegor is asleep under the covers, pillow tucked under his head and he does not awaken to your scent growing closer and closer, heavier and sweeter than usual. He doesn’t awaken when the doorknob wiggles, a frantic turning but he does awaken when you slam the door. He is startled awake, his eyes wide for a second before narrowing, teeth flashing as he lets out a low growl. He stops when he notices it's you, yawning and telling you to get into bed with him. It’s only until you’re beside him, greedily taking the invitation, that he realizes the state you’re in.
He has to prod you until you tell him what’s happened, watching as you bury your face into a pillow, whining out pathetically as you tell him what happened. He laughs, it’s sharp and teasing. Of course, you took an aphrodisiac by accident. It could only happen to you. He tries to be sympathetic with you. He knows you must be in a great deal of pain, but then again you came to him and that makes him stay awake for a bit longer, turning over on his side and watching you struggle to not touch yourself despite the aroma of your arousal that is thick in the room.
Sloth offers to put you under a deep sleep- he can’t promise that you’ll be still- but he can promise that you’ll wake up without the effects of the aphrodisiac. When you refuse, he merely shrugs, turning over with a pout. He’s disappointed but he can’t do much. He does tell you that he is tired, so he’ll be sleeping but you’re allowed to spend the rest of your heightened arousal in the attic with him. The power of an aphrodisiac- one made a devil no less- is strong, and giving it you in even worse. He can sense the neediness in you, the way you watch him with lustful eyes, your mouth parted the eagerness to get into bed with him.
As promised, he slips off into a sleep, leaving you alone. But your body is on his, legs parted with his single leg. He isn’t asleep long enough for him to be in an actual slumber before he feels the bed move ever so slightly. It’s constant and your whining, mumbling apologies and he opens his eyes to find you humping his leg. It’s pathetic and hot all at once, watching you get off on his leg alone, so desperate for release that you’ve succumbed to humping him. His smile is tight, turning over and letting his tail curl around you, the static in the air only causing you to arch your back when his demon form pops out. It pricks against your wrists, the fur unkempt as he rises above you.
You wanted his attention and now you’ve gotten it. You’ve woken him up from nap, it’s normal and expected for him to be grouchy but thank goodness that the smell from your leaking sex is more arousing that anything else he’s encountered. You’re on your knees on the mattress, his hips meeting yours and letting out a loud grunt when he finishes. He’s tired and over it but his cock still stands upright and you’re still needy and awake, your sex leaking with his arousal. Belphegor will lay on his back, offer himself in his sleep to you until you’re content. The last coherent thought he has is sighing at how warm and squishy you feel against him.
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OM!Brothers Reacting To You Mumbling Their Names In Your Sleep:
Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor.
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It was normal for Lucifer to stay up late, between the political work Diavolo had trusted onto him as well as having to account for his brothers' money expenses... This was another one of those nights.
His eyes were tired when he glanced at the time, sighing as he noted it was well past 3 in the morning. He should get some sleep.
Pushing away the paperwork for the night -and actualy being responsible about his mental health for once, Lucifer made his way towards his bedroom. He smiled when he saw you sleeping soundly on the bed. You were clutching his pillow, snuggling into his scent with a peaceful look upon your face- the definition of an ethereal beauty.
After changing into some comfortable night robes, he climbed into bed next to you when he heard you mutter his name.
Lucifer froze. Did he wake you up?
A glance to your direction denies that he did. You must be dreaming of him, he mused as he carefully manoeuvered your body to spoon you and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. You smiled.
He's glad even in your unconscious state you recognized him as your lover.
Mammon cursed himself. The photoshoot wasn't supposed to last this long! You and him had already planned an entire date together- tickets to the latest movie then dinner at a restaurant, and maybe some cuddle time back at the House of Lamentation...
When he entered his bedroom, you were sleeping on the couch, dressed in a way that made it obvious you were waiting for the him but the pang of guilt he supposed he should feel was buried beneath an overwhelming sense of love. He kneeled besides you, observing your sleeping face being illuminated by the tv in a soft halo while he gently flicked a few stray strands of hair away from your forehead.
How was he so fortunate to have you?
"I'm sorry, babe," he whispered, cradling your face with one hand, "I'll make it up to you tomorrow, yeah?"
"Mammon..." you mumbled in your sleep, nuzzling into the warmth of his palm. His face heated up, eyes flickering between you and anywhere else before he let out a groan.
"You're lucky you're my human," He muttered as he picked you up and changed you into some more comfortable pyjamas, snuggling with you in bed with a small smile on his face.
He's lucky you're his human.
You were sitting on Leviathan's lap, watching him play a new game. His head was rested on your shoulder as his eyes focused on the screen, talking you through the gameplay and letting out a few curses every now and then.
You, on the other hand, had had a long day. You had just finished all your tasks for the week and considering the time, it wasn't abnormal for your eyes to feel droopy. You let yourself be overcome by sleep, the sounds of Leviathan's game continuing in the background.
He didn't think much of it when you slumped against him, eyes still trained on his boss battle. It was only when he won did he look at you and was met with your sleeping self.
"Levi..." you mumbled, making yourself comfortable on his lap. His face flushed a bright red. Mo-Moe!
Taking out a phone, he snapped more than a few photos, wondering how you're so effortlessly cute even in your unconscious state. Satisfied, he gently carried you to his makeshift bed, smiling as he joined you in your sleep.
You and Satan were in his room, having another one of those dates where you peacefully read a book together. It was nice, surrounded by the ambience created by the candles and the smell of books and your lover. It felt like home.
With his voice reading to you in a calming manner, it didn't take long for it to lull you to sleep, drifting you off into a dream as your head laid on his shoulders. He didn't notice, at first, his voice still gliding through the air. It was until you twisted and turned did he hear your peaceful snores.
You'd fallen asleep.
Satan stopped reading aloud, a gentle smile on his face as he tucked the blanket more comfortably around you. You muttered his name, voice so soft he could've easily missed it, but he didn't. A red hue tinted his cheeks.
His hand pet your head, wondering what you were dreaming of that made you call out his name before he reached back for the book, reading silently as his warmth embraced you in your sleep. His hand played with the hair at the nape of your neck.
This is nice, he thought, his eyes glancing at your sleeping form every once in a while, gaze fond.
Asmodeus had always woken up earlier than you, his skincare routine requiring a strict schedule. He had just finished another morning routine when he returned back to your shared bed, carefully laying next to you as he watched you sleep.
You were adorable!
He had always admired these parts of you, and seeing how you still have time before school, Asmo decided he should let you have your sleep. Playing with your hair, he hummed a quiet tune, basking in your presence while you snored quietly, your breathing even, soothing.
You moved in your sleep, before a soft mutter of his name was caught by his ears.
"Hm?" He stared, noting you were still asleep. You must be having a nice dream, if he was in it. He grinned at the thought. "Even in your sleep you still think of me, love?"
He gave you butterfly kisses- on your forehead, nose, cheeks, retreating back when your eyes fluttered.
"I'd hate to disturb your dream, but the real thing's better, don't you think?"
Beelzebub had just taken a shower after his morning run, a towel draped over his shoulders as he dressed casually in grey sweatpants and a tank top. You were still sleeping in your bed, hair strewn about on the pillow, face scrunching at whatever thoughts you were having.
He stood towering over your sleeping form, drying his hair as he wondered if he should wake you up. It was a weekday, and he doesn't recall any plans you might had have for the day.
"Beelz..." you chirped quietly as your hand stretched as if you were reaching for something- you're eyes were still closed, still asleep. You smiled when you grabbed a hold of his hand, pulling slightly to get him closer to you.
A light blush coloured his cheeks, but he followed your movements nonetheless. Towel left forgotten, he moved to lay comfortably besides you, cuddling you when you pulled him closer.
Looks like a lazy morning is in due.
Belphegor had woken up in the middle of the night. Why? It seems his partner had somehow escaped his arms and was sleeping on the other side of the bed, dare looking innocent.
The stars were shining above you, twinkling in an endless sky, the moonlight hitting your face in such a way it makes you look like a masterpiece.
But he didn't care.
He glared at you. How dare you interrupt his sleep like this. His tail flicked once, twice before pulling you to him, his arms holding you firmly while he entangled your legs together so you can't escape as easily anymore.
Nuzzling into your neck, he felt your arms encasing him, softly muttering his name. Did he wake you up?
He leaned backwards, studying your face and realized that no, he didn't. So you were still thinking of him even in your sleep, huh?
He smirked. Okay, maybe he'll forgive you for your blunder just this once.
A/N: No one asked for this, but you've all got it. Imma be honest, I'm proud of this fluff! The previous attempts had somehow turned into angst... Don't ask how, Idk myself.
Hope you all enjoyed it! Any feedbacks are highly appreciated.
Also, how'd you like the 2nd PoV?
Inspired by this Haikyuu post here.
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Hellooo I hope you are having a nice day ૮₍´｡• ᵕ •｡'₎ა I just thought of a good headcanon lol Where Mc sleeps in the brothers room. The demon wakes up seeing Mc sleeping with their shirt up. What will they react? a Gender Neutral Mc pls♡. Take as much time you like :DD
Obey Me! Brothers React to GN!MC Sleeping With Their Shirt Up
I love this request! I’m not sure if you wanted a long or short description of their reactions, so sorry if I did this wrong.
The moonlight bleeds through the curtains and onto his eyes
He’s used to waking up early, but with the amount of work he has to do today he can’t help but sigh
He hears a shift in your position next to him
He thinks he may have accidentally woke you up. But you only shifted a bit to the point where..oh..oh my
His eyes meet with your now exposed stomach.
Since you’re asleep he lets his pride down a bit to let some blush spread across his cheeks.
How can he start his day when you’re already effortlessly making him want to stay in bed
“My dear you really do have a strong influence on me.” He whispers.
He wants to stay with you, but he has a lot of student council business to do. He reluctantly gets out of bed, but before he does so he makes sure to pull down your shirt so that you aren’t cold, and kisses your forehead.
A sudden soft tap on his head wakes him up
“Oi whaddya think ye-” the sight of your lifted shirt cuts him off.
Your arm is stretched while your hand is slightly on top of Mammon’s head.
Your peaceful sleeping expression. Your steady breathing which he can see by the rise and fall of your exposed stomach
He recovers from his sudden shock and calms down
He takes his time to observe you while you’re asleep. It would be too embarrassing if you caught him staring at you the way he is now.
He’s not thinking about anything else right now except you. He wants to savor the sight of you all to himself right now.
“Why dya have to stretch so carelessly.” He mumbles while a flush takes over his cheeks.
Hesitantly he pulls down your shirt which slightly traces your side
If he knows you’re ticklish he’ll smirk and tickle you awake
There is a slight increase of heat on his stomach
He wakes up to this sudden change in temperature. Only to see that your shirt has lifted
Since you both practically sleep on top of each other in the cramped bathtub you accidentally lifted Levi’s shirt a bit as well. Your stomach pressed gently against his.
His face is flushed and his mouth agape as he processes the situation
He immediately moves back a bit to create some space, however, there’s not much room to back up.
He tries to look away, but he can’t help but look back down to your stomach against his. A now pleasant warmth between the two of you.
He then looks to see your peaceful facial expression. Now he really doesn't want to wake you up.
“Ehh why does this have to happen now.” He complains in an embarrassed tone
He tries his best to lower your shirt and his shirt. He won’t be able to fall back asleep after this, not when his heart is beating so fast.
Your back faces Satan as he slowly opens his eyes
This is around the time Satan wakes up, but you usually wake up a bit later, so he takes this time to enjoy this kind of moment of only you two together in each others company
He moves a bit closer to you which causes you to shift onto your back. At first, he freezes because he’s afraid he woke you up, but his expression quickly changes to amused as he sees your shirt lift a bit
He definitely doesn’t mind waking up to see you in such a peaceful yet vulnerable position
He’s happy that you feel comfortable enough to expose your stomach to him just like a cat who exposes its tummy to show trust in their owners
Thoughts of both you and cats make him smile contently as he admires you
“Such a cute kitten you are.” He says quietly while he gently places his hand over your stomach, rubbing it gently
Asmo follows his daily morning routine and wakes up before you
Normally he’ll let you get your beauty rest, and will kiss your cheek before he starts getting ready for the day
But as he lifts his mask off he sees a cute and pleasant surprise
Your shirt must’ve lifted up while you were turning in your sleep
He hums in amusement as he admires your sleeping form and your adorable exposed stomach
“How are you so effortlessly cute so early in the morning” He sighs in admiration to himself
He caresses your face and your arm, and he can’t help but give in to his urges as he moves down to flutter small kisses all over your stomach
You may giggle or wake up to the sudden gentle pressure of Asmo’s kisses
Beel wakes up to his daily cravings. He usually wakes up around the time breakfast is being made.
But before he can get up he remembers that you slept with him last night. Your weight on one of his arms.
He turns from his back to face you, only to look down and see that your shirt is up.
A prominent blush quickly spreads across his face as he quickly looks at your exposed stomach
Beel is a gentleman and will pull your shirt back down.
He huffs a bit and smiles at you, the blush still lingers across his cheeks as he plays with the end of your shirt.
“Oh, you almost made me forget about breakfast.” He says as he notices the time. He’ll caress your face as he moves his arm from under you and gently shakes you awake.
But if he were to see you with your stomach exposed like that again, he’ll play with you a bit and gently nibble your tummy, tickling you awake.
Normally you wake up before Belphie, but today he wakes up before you
His tired eyes slowly open to meet your face
When he looks down he sees your shirt that’s lifted up a bit showing your stomach
His eyes widen for a split second in surprise to your stomach displayed before him
His lips curl into a small smirk as he quietly chuckles to himself
You look so lazily cute he can’t help but lay back and look at you for a bit
He moves his hand to trace your side. He won’t pull it down right away, he likes feeling your skin, but after he’s satisfied he’ll pull your shirt back down
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The Brother’s Scenting Headcannons
Yeah yeah, I’m a little slut for the brothers having characteristics like scenting or other things like that, which means, expect more of it in the future
Warnings: none, very mild suggestion at most
Out of all the brothers, Lucifer is the most subtle with his scenting well, unless he doesn’t want to
Part of why he’s so subtle is because he’s usually just so busy. But to make up for that, he makes his scenting count
Mainly by running his hand over your pulse points, like by letting his fingers linger just a bit longer on your wrists, or by brushing your hair out of your face and maybe brushing his hand on your neck
He NEVER scents in public, he has an image to keep up after all
He and Satan have an ongoing scent war though
So watch out if Satan spends extra time with you
Lucifer might call you into his office and you might stay there for a while
This boi thinks he’s so slick when he’s trying to scent you spoilers, he’s not
His attempts to scent you are so painfully obvious. It’s honestly kinda adorable though
He’ll either try to brush off his scenting attempts as a way to help you (Under a veil of tsundere of course)
“I-Its kinda cold out here, huh? I-I guess you can borrow my jacket so that your weak little human self won’t freeze.” *amused MC noises* “Wha?! W-Why are you giggling like that?! I-I’m just making sure that you don’t freeze on me!” *BRIGHT RED*
*grabs you by the wrist* “D-Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m just doing this so you won’t get lost.”
Or he’ll just barge into your room like he always does and try to scent up your bed and stuff while hanging out with you
The only reason that he is subtle about scenting is because he’s too nervous to do it with you knowing he’s doing it
He would die if you figured out what he’s trying to do
That is, until his envy kicks in
If he even SUSPECTS that another demon is trying to scent you, you’re getting dragged to his room
And there you’ll stay for the rest of the day with him nuzzled up to you while his tail is wrapped around your body
He actually doesn’t scent you much unless he’s mad about something (and even then scenting you wasn’t the main goal)
But when he does scent you, WHOOOO BOI you’ll smell like him for like a week or two
But, he won’t drag you to his room like Levi, no, he has more class than that
Instead he’ll just steal everything you own and hoard it in his room (Ok maybe not much more class than Levi)
Your smell comforts him and helps calm him down, and due to that, he ends up inadvertently scenting you
The only reason he purposely scents you to mark you is to piss off Lucifer (Like I said he and Lucifer are in a scent war because of course they are)
He’s not even trying to be subtle with his scenting
He’ll just walk up to you, wrap his arms around you and then start nuzzling and nipping at your neck
Either that or he’ll just take you to his room to thoroughly scent you to his liking
By giving you some of his cologne and clothing for you to wear of course! What, did you think I meant something else?
(I mean, he does LOVE to scent you like that) but he also loves to scent you with his cologne and mark you with clothes that match his
Out of all the brothers Beel is the heaviest scenter
And that is all due to his incredible sense of smell
Thankfully though, he is also one of the sweetest in the way he does it
Hugs, cuddles, giving you his jacket, sharing food while you’re in his lap, you coming to sleep with him when he gets nightmares
It makes it painfully obvious to any demon in the area what he’s doing, but he doesn’t care
And he scents for the weirdest reasons too
Because he smells another demon on you, because he likes how you smell, you got food, he wants to comfort you, he wants attention, heck, sometimes he scents you purely because he likes how your shirt feels
He mainly scents you by napping with you, we all know it
And we all know that the stubborn cow man doesn’t really take a no for naps
Either you come nap with him, or he just naps on you, doesn’t matter the place or the time, he just lays on you or if you’re actually pretty busy he’ll just go nap in the attic or on your bed
The other way he scents you is by stealing your pillows, blankets, jackets, anything comfy that he can grab, don’t worry, it’ll appear again in a couple days, only now they smell like him
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Small relationship headcanons
Pairing: Demon Brothers x gn!Mc
Warnings: none, I came to deliver routined fluff to my lovely folks
Lucifer loves having matching things with you. No,not outfits, rather more subtle things like his cufflinks and your bracelet or maybe his ring and your necklace or maybe his earring and your hair accessory. It won't be that much of attention attracting but it'll be there always, something that'll remind you two of eachother. And Lucifer always infuses it with his magic,so that you could be saved from potential danger.
Lucifer always tags along whenever you have the kitchen duty or makes you tag along when he has kitchen duty. No he doesn't help, all he does is tease and hug you from behind when you pout when it's your turn to cook and when it's his turn to cook you always take things up on your hand pittying the other six kids™ after seeing how Lucifer once put baking powder in Levi's Milkshake in the name of sugar.
If Mammon is the lovesick fool, Lucifer is bigger lovesick fool and the master of hiding it.
He stares at you everytime when you're doing homework in his office and smiles like an idiot till you notice and pinch his cheeks and that follows him confusticate you in his lap and tickle you like there is no tomorrow.
Mammon wears a wristband with M♡initial of Y/n(first character of your first name) engraved in it's beads. When you two went to the human world fair you took him to a stall and showed him those and told him how as a child you used to believe those engraved bracelets makes relationships strong. Later after a week while cuddling on his bed you found the bracelet on his hand and he acted as if he just wanted to have a souvenir. You didn't say it but you had already noticed how on the flipside of the beads which he had particularly turned on the other side were those characters engraved.
He always waits outside of R.A.D for you after class is over and wherever you go,be it shopping or chatting with other friends or gym, he'll always go to pick up and drop you.
Once you were in a vacation in human world, some depressing family issues came up and you called him while he was in middle of his winning streak on casino. When he heard the tremble in your voice he got up from the table and left his streak and listened to you all night while you cried and explained how stressed you were. He stayed on D.D.D with you till you had calm down and gone to sleep. While hearing soft snores of you Mammon holder the D.D.D to his chest not hanging up the line and fell asleep like that.
Levi and you have a plushie of eachother which Levi himself made for both of you. It all started when oneday when he was leaving for admiral duty which could last for a few months. You told him how you can't sleep without having him wrap his tail around you at night. Levi blushed like mad and you laughed but the next day after he left, when you came back to your shared bedroom you found a big plushie on the bed which looked exactly like Levi and a note which mentioned till he comes back plushie Levi will protect you and he has taken Mc chan/kun plushie with him to protect himself from normies.
Whenever there is a party or gathering, it's a given that you and Levi will always slip out of it doesn't matter if you go together or separately but in the end you two can be found in your shared room sleeping on eachother while the game intro keeps running.
You and Satan wear each other's initials as pendants on your neck. You two never go out of your room without it ever. Even if you somedays accidentally forget (though it's very rare) Satan never forgets. He always wears his and if you forget he's going to be grumpy and cranky all day till you tackle hug him in bed and then give him death cuddles.
You two are the fairytale couple. Satan is a hopeless romantic like his usual self, he always uses any given oppertunity to show off his love for you in a way you might or might not have read in a book long long ago. Like taking you in the empty green field and then lying on the green grass together watching the clouds flying around while the sky changes colours and Satan holds your hands and slowly raises it to the sky asking you if you want stars or moon? Doesn't matter whatever your answer is, he's going to slip a moon-star bracelet in your hand.
Satan writes journal everyday. Long long ago when he was engulfed by agony and pain of his birth and the darkness of sin had submerged him in a never ending black pit, he used to ink that down in those papers. Nowadays his journals are always filled with cute little things you two did on that day with a hope that may the light you've brought into his life never ever fades away.
You and Asmo always wear couple clothes and accessories. Doesn't matter if you two are going to a party or just going to sleep, you two will always wear something that'll compliment the other one's dress.
Oneday you two were taking selfies near a cafe and suddenly a classmate of yours came and started talking to you as if Asmo wasn't there, but the moment he raised his hands to touch you Asmo snapped and growled at the Demon with a vicious look. You were shocked, entire cafe was shocked and was staring at Asmo while Asmo was checking your well-being ignoring all stares as if they were insects. Later after hearing the incident Satan told you Asmo has never done something like that before. That's a habit of Demons, which they only do when they feel insecure or jealous. Asmo doesn't get jealous, there is no reason for avatar of lust to get jealous because he's the epitome of every being could ever want to be. But today he got jealous because You were involved and to him you are more precious than him, he loves you more than he ever loved himself.
You two take couple selfies everyday. Asmo always says it's for Devilgram but honestly he only posts 1 out of 20 pictures. All other pictures stays in his possession. He never lets anyone see those but whenever he's alone he would just open his gallery and stare at your pictures with a goofy smile. To him you are like the most precious jewel he has ever got to hold in life and he doesn't want anyone to steal you away ever.
You and Beelzebub wear a couple ring. First time you took him to a friends party in human realm where he saw your friend and their partner proposing to each other with promise rings, he was thrilled. He never thought that small act enough could be so important for humans to recognise their soulmates. On your next birthday Beel took you to a nice place where he mimicked your friend's partner's action and when he saw your happy tears, his heart almost burst out with happiness.
Beel has a habit of picking you up everytime you two hug. Doesn't matter if it sails towards something more intimate, he just loves to pick you up and hold you while you cage his waist with your legs.
Beel loves cooking for you or whenever you cook for him. Even if you give him just french fries it'll taste divine to his tongue, because whenever he's with you, the food doesn't matter. It's you, your presence is the thing that matters to him. He loves it when you ruffle his hair while he munches on his meal, he loves the way you clean crumbs from his face, the way your face lits up when he says your food is the best. He wishes these moments to stay forever like this and soon oneday he'll be able to change that promise ring. With wedding rings.
Belphie and you have matching sleepwear. To be honest he's not subtle like any of his brothers and neither he needs anything to keep you remind of him because he himself is glued to you like koala all the time. Be it awake or in sleep.
One day you and Belphie had a small fight so you decided to sleep on the couch. At night you felt something was on the top of you. You opened your eyes to find a sleeping Belphie on the top of you, you tried to move him to the bed but he clutched your hand and pulled you to his chest caging you with his body :''
As the Avatar of sloth, sleep is not only his habit but also his necessity. His magic strengthens when he's sleeping. Over the years after the fall he never had problems in falling asleep alone but after you came into his life he can't fall asleep without holding you close. His nightmares doesn't haunt him when you run your hands on his back. His darkness doesn't consume his sanity when you kiss his forehead while he's sleeping. Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night because of bad dreams then he finds your serene sleeping face beside him. All night he stares at your feels and he realises everything is past now, every bad thing is in past. He's here, he's with you and you will always be there for him in sickness or in health and someday these nightmares will stop chasing him, someday he'll hold your hands and walk down the flowery road without and bloody trail, your love will always save him from despair.
Tags: @mammonprotectionsquad <3
Thank you so much for reading stay healthy and safe love love 💜
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When Mammon trying to be funny but Lucifer:
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How the older brothers would react to you running up to them and giving them a tackle hug
I'm expecting absolutely no one to see this and if I change my mind and post it, oh well. this was written at literally 1 AM.
The dude was tired
He just told off Mammon for doing dumb shit again
and then suddenly
human running towards him
so his brain is just trying to recover from being frustrated and there's a human running to him at full speed
so what did he do
he opened his arms and caught you, of course
you should expect nothing less from the avatar of pride 😉
for a moment he's like "wtf human what are you doing"
then it kicks in like "oh this is affection. it's nice. I like."
but of course he'll never admit it
and yeah he's gonna lightly scold you for running into his arms without giving a warning.
"It seems you're getting a little too comfortable with me, hm? as much as I enjoy having you in my arms, I'd rather you ask me next time instead of running at me."
If you even manage to surprise him that would be impressive
no joke, this man is literally grabbing onto you for dear life at every given moment.
so if you do catch him off guard and just run at him, congrats!
Mammon has very fast reflexes, so he opens his arms just as you run at him, and you almost topple him over
so he goes from
"error. Mammon.exe has stopped working due to overheating. please try again later."
and of course he gets all red and tsundere-ish
but if you try to pull away he won't let you
congrats you're stuck with Mammon for the rest of the day
"O-oi! Human! W-what were ya tryna do, r-running into my arms like that... O-of course you'd wanna to tackle hug the Great Mammon! I'M NOT BLUSHING ITS JUST WARM IN HERE."
how did you even find him outside of his room???
I mean, you could try in his room but considering all the clutter in there...
so in the rare case of him being out of his room, that's when you strike
I'd like to say he'd catch you gracefully, like in a scene of an anime, but knowing him... poor otaku boy doesn't have the strength or reflexes for that
instead, you run straight into him and you both end up on the floor
and he gets redder than Mammon, if that's even possible
like I swear Levi straight up invented a new shade of red
he starts stuttering and the only way you can understand him is if you learn Morse code.
you thought the y/n in Wattpad fanfics stuttered a lot? check out Levi, who can barely form a sentence!
"I- You- wha- how- no- huh????"
and once he gets over it, he starts rambling about how it looked like a scene from an anime you guys watched.
"W-what you did... it was like what the main character did to their love interest on 'The Day I Thought I Was Going To Be Graduating From College But Then A Storm Came And I Got Struck By Lightning And Got Brought To A Different Dimension And Then Was Introduced To A Deity And I'm Now Her Apprentice Can Someone Please Tell Me What's Going On???'!"
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Just had a request thought… what about Fem!MC flashing the brothers and undatables?
I remember seeing one like that, but I can’t seem to find it. I might as well request it, if you’re alright with it of course.
I’m not so sure if flashing them on purpose or on accident so I did both, enjoy!!
Also this one got quite long so I’ll divide the brothers and undatables in different posts, hopefully tomorrow.
Flashing the demon brothers and undatables | obey me
→ NSFW / smut, kind of crack
→ Demon brothers
Undatables (minus Luke ofc) coming next
→ fem bodied!reader, not mention of pronouns
You were sitting in front of Lucifer in his office while he did his paperwork, he wasn’t paying attention to you so you took the matter in your own hands, since you were wearing a skirt, slowly you opened your legs while reading a book, trying not to be obvious you coughed lightly to get him to see you, when he did he dropped the pen on his hand, a soft blush on his cheeks as he caught a glimpse of your underwear. “¿Mc, can you come here for a second?” He said putting his chair back making enough room for you to sit on his lap, one of his legs in between yours“I see what are you doing, then, I’ll give you the attention you need” he kept doing his paperwork but often bouncing his leg up grinding it against you
If it was an accident he would blush and clearing his throat would keep doing his work, but if you looked up to him would notice something is wrong as he tries to cover his bulge with his legs and his forehead has some sweat drops forming
Mammon being his tsundere self was ignoring you, so you decided to pull your shirt up exposing your chest to him, when he saw you he froze in his place while the blood got up his face, “M-mc what are ya doing?!” He shuttered running towards you and taking you to his bedroom so no one can see you
If he saw you on accident he would blush so hard and warn you that you are showing everything in a barely audible voice, screaming mentally he proceeds to lock himself in his bedroom
Like Mammon, Levi was so busy with his video games and you just his attention, the moment he saw you it’s like the switch in his brain turned off, his face got so red and stoped breathing for a second you were afraid he might pass out, after a few minutes of staying in the same position he covered his face with his hands and let out an strangled scream, the game forgotten him not being able to look at you in the eyes for at least a year, but you got his attention
He saw your skirt hiking up your legs but since he gets to shy decided to not tell you anything, after all you were in his room, but once your underwear started to show he leaned further down on his chair trying to focus back on his game
Like Lucifer you both were reading books across from each other, when he saw your legs slowly opening and a smirk on your face he knew what you were trying, and since he loves to tease you he choose tried to ignore you, the blush growing across his checks saying otherwise, in the end he threw the book away and decided to kiss you
If it was an accident he would take a blanket and cover you so you don’t have to be ashamed
Both ways would be the same with Asmo, he would most definitely tease you a little before grabbing you by the waist and start kissing you going down on your body, “Oh my Mc, you want me don’t you? No need to worry I’ll take care of you”
Ever since Beel met you he has been hungry, but not for food, but for you, so having you exposing yourself for him has him drooling, and as the consent king he his, Beel would first ask you if he can touch you, taking you to the bed and not letting you up for hours as long as he gets satisfied
If it was an accident me would definitely blush but not look in that way, and if you are in public Beel would make you chance sits or make you sit on his lap so he can cover you
He can be really straightforward so he placed his hands on your hips and told you that if you want anything for him you just have to ask with a smirk never leaving his face, and of course he gave you what you wanted
Let’s say you both were sleeping and your shirt accidentally got up exposing your chest, since you were asleep Belphie grabbed a blanked, covered you with it and wrapped his arms around you going back to sleep
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MC: *sitting in the common room scrolling thru her D.D.D*
Mammon's Little D's: *hands her several gifts* happy Mothers Day,MC!
MC: *confused af* thanks you?
MC: Mammon I said that if you were going to suck my titts I wanted a mothers day gift AS A JOKE!
Mammon: YOU SHOULD BE MORE CONSIDERATE AND THANK ME,WOMAN!
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𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 — 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧
Pairing: Mammon x genderneutral!reader
Warnings: Fluff with a dash of angst, Lucifer’s anger
Summary: Mammon messed up again and when you put yourself between him and Lucifer, he finally decides to take responsibility for his mistakes to protect you.
A/N: I'm so soft for this idiot and I can't shut up about him, so I started writing about him and couldn't finish it because I was moving out. But I'm finally living alone and I used my friend's wifi to edit this. This is just soft and self indulgent, but you have to live with that, though I hope you enjoy reading this <3 Reblogs are appreciated as always!
Word count: 1.187 words
He isn’t worth it.
The thought slithers into Mammon’s head in form of a cautionary whisper as he watches you argue with Lucifer, trying to calm him down and hold him back from chopping his head off with a stubborn glare that matches the look of fury in his brother’s crimson eyes. Somehow, he managed to mess up again and Lucifer is done with his bullshit, that much is clear. His reaction isn’t unjustified and he’s ready to take the brunt of his brother’s wrath like so many times before. Yet, he isn’t able to move.
“You should stop treating him like shit, Lucifer. I know you only want what’s best for your brother’s and Mammon doesn’t always think before he acts, but this time he didn’t even know what he was getting into,” you state matter-of-factly and merely raise your brow at the tight-lipped smile he gives you in one last attempt to stay respectful, head held high as if you weren’t facing a demon who could end your whimsical mortal life without even lifting a single finger.
Mammon admires you for that.
The courage you have is impressive, but with this outstanding trait comes an idiotic recklessness he knows too well. It got him into trouble often enough to recognize how dangerous your current situation is, though you don’t seem to care much about that.
“All you do is blame Mammon for everything that doesn’t go as planned. Have you ever thought about taking responsibility for your own mistakes or do you blame your brother for those too?”
This never happened before. For as long as he can remember, everyone always found him guilty and never questioned if he was really the one to blame for their problems (though he truly caused a lot of ruckuses from time to time), yet here you are, deliberately putting yourself between him and his eldest brother to stand up from him, even if he’s at fault this time. You’re the only person who doesn’t look down at him as his brothers often do and he couldn’t be more grateful for your feisty attitude and your sense of justice, but at this moment, he fears for your life.
The feeling is real and cold, settles in his chest like a weight of stones, and only grows heavier when he notices the impatient glint in Lucifer’s eyes, deep red set ablaze with anger that resembles a raging wildfire. The wall of discipline his brother built over the centuries slowly disintegrates into ash and smoke. His scowl deepens at every word you utter and it’s only a matter of time until Lucifer ultimately snaps.
Why are you doing this, then? You aren’t supposed to take hit for him, shouldn’t even stand here in Lucifer’s boring study, surrounded by books and paperwork, clashing heads with the Avatar of Pride to defend him, There’s no reasonable explanation for your behavior, and perhaps, Mammon wouldn’t understand it anyway regardless how long he thinks about it.
“I should do something,” Mammon mutters, more to himself. No one else could be listening to his senseless rambling anyway and the only people within reach are Lucifer and you, though you are both too caught up in the heat of the moment to acknowledge his presence. The perfect opportunity to make a run for it, right? No one is paying attention to him, he could easily weasel himself out of this argument and neither you nor his brother would notice his absence for quite a while.
“What are you going to do now, Lucifer? You wouldn’t dare to harm the precious exchange student from the human world, would you?” You sneer tauntingly and cross your arms over your chest. Lucifer’s brow arches in offense and his jaw clenches, Mammon can see the muscle ticking rhythmically in anger. Then, out of a sudden, his legs move on their own just as his brother lifts his leather-gloved hand. It’s more a flight than a fight reaction, really, he can’t even properly think and just follows his instincts. His fingers grasp your sleeve and pull you behind him, shielding you with his body as he stares at his brother with fear and some sort of newfound defiance.
“What on earth are you doing, Mammon?” The sigh that leaves his brother’s lips sounds exhausted, but there’s a hint of curiosity hidden in his demanding tone. Not a daily occurrence to find the Avatar of Greed standing up for his mistakes, let alone protect the human he despised so much at the beginning of this school year. If someone would’ve told Mammon he’s going to risk his life for you a while ago, he would have laughed at their face. Now, he’s certain that this is the right decision, like he’s finally doing something good, even if it’s just him taking responsibility for the trouble he caused.
“Don’t hurt ‘em, Lucifer. It was my fault, ya know?” There’s a tremble in his voice. His words stumble out of his mouth too fast, but he stands firmly in front of his brother and doesn’t waver when he meets his glare. If anything, Mammon straightens his back and reaches behind him to take your hand, squeezing it tightly to reassure you, to tell you that you’re safe and nothing will happen to you as long as he’s here.
“Interesting,” Lucifer comments. Of course, he wasn’t going to harm you in any way, but Mammon’s reaction certainly caught him off guard, though he would never admit that out loud. Ever since he assigned Mammon to watch over you, he noticed subtle changes in his brother’s behavior, positive changes of course, and this incidence only confirms his assumptions about Mammon’s true feelings for you. “So, you’re going to face the consequences of your nonsensical actions without any complaints?”
“I guess so.” Slowly, Mammon turns to face you. A weak grin pulls at the corners of his mouth and he cocks his head, nodding at the door of Lucifer’s study. “I think ya should leave. Sorry I pulled ya into this mess and thanks for... uh, defending me.” He chuckles lowly and runs his fingers through his hair, tousling it even further and then fiddling with the hem of his shirt. His other hand is still holding yours and it seems like it takes every ounce of strength for him to let go. “See ya later then.”
“Yeah see you later,” you reply and smile softly before dragging him closer to give him an unexpected kiss. Short and sweet, but breathtaking all the same and he can feel his face flush searing hot, can feel it in his entire body how much you care for him in this eternal millisecond of your lips connected to his and he helplessly stutters your name when you finally part. There’s suddenly so much he wants to tell you. More than a simple 'thank you' and more than 'I like you', but Lucifer is faster to react and clears his throat, clearly uncomfortable. So, you give him one last glance and smile politely at the Avatar of Pride as you make your way to the door to leave Mammon and his brother alone.
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If you can... could you write the obey me brothers as dad's? Perhaps headcannons? I would appreciate it 😅 ❤️.
hi star !! thank you sm for requesting it means a lot to me <33
ALSO THE THOUGHT OF THE DEMON BROTHERS AS DADS ?!?!??! sobbing crying throwing up rn
⤷ lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor
warnings: heart breaking fluff guys pls
- [ ♡ ] lucifer
‒ business dad™
‒ while he's working he'll have his kid on his lap :(
‒ if you have two, they'll be beside his desk playing w their toys T_T
‒ the best at multitasking !!!
‒ isn't really used to kids but HES TRYING HIS BEST OKAY ITS ALL FOR U
‒ LOVES THEM WITH ALL HIS HEART??? he seemed pretty hesitant on the idea but when he saw them for the first time, they became his whole world.
‒ HIS VOICE IS THE PERFECT VOICE TO SERENADE THEM TO SLEEP WHILE READING A BEDTIME STORY HELLO????
‒ probably has a book or two about parenting, he cares for you bunch so much he is so scared to fuck it up :(
‒ every gift given to him on fathers day no matter how old ITS ALL ON HIS DESK ON DISPLAY OK HE REFUSES TO THROW THEM OUT.
‒ sometimes you catch him asleep at his desk with your kid and its so cute :(
(other brothers under the cut !)
- [ ♡ ] mammon
‒ gnna have spoiled kids deadass
‒ THIS MF PROB FAINTED IN THE EMERGENCY ROOM HELP
‒ it's okay tho !!!! you try your best to teach them how to have at least some manners...
‒ they still take after their dad tho hehe
‒ prob was super nervous and scared he wasn't going to do a good job but would you look at that!!! your kids couldn't ask for a better dad :(
‒ since their dad always goes out on their birthdays and holidays, on his birthday and every fathers day, it's always something new and impressive (you help them its the sweetest :)
‒ super supportive !!! no matter what your kids decide to pursue or whatever interests they take up, he will be their #1 supporter (crying sobbing throwing up)
‒ IF YOU HAVE A GIRL(s) HES PROB BINGED WATCHED EVERY BARBIE MOVIE W THEM
‒ IF YOU HAVE A BOY(S) THEY THROW LITTLE PARTIES (frat boy in training good fucking bye)
‒ will savour every moment of bonding time he can get !!! he loves them so much
- [ ♡ ] leviathan
‒ this one's kinda hard </3
‒ panicking in the emergency room oops
‒ what experience does he have with children ?!??!?! the npc's in his game ?!>!!?!??!?!
‒ deadass questions his life choices... NOT TO WORRY THO HE MAKES AN AMAZING DAD
‒ his fav way of bonding with them is binging a new anime he found !!!
‒ he shows them his manga and games and they become addicted </3
‒ you may or may not be jealous bc he never called them a normie when they hadn't heard about one of his interests
‒ it's okay tho it means he's growing and he's super supportive of his kids !!!!
‒ if he had a daughter he'd feel super guilty about the ways he used to view his favourite fictional female characters
‒ it's a growing experience for him !!!
- [ ♡ ] satan
‒ has a whole section for 'parenting 101' books in his personal library
‒ has another section dedicated to baby books...
‒ if i may he prob has a whole wall of just pictures, guides, their gifts, bedtime stories, etc.
‒ ur kids would be so smart !!! they depend more on him than their own teacher T_T
‒ practically their personal tutor,,, they always ask him for help and you find it so cute how he sits them down and explains how to solve the problem.
‒ he works extra, extra hard to control his wrath, esp when he's teaching them and they don't get it :( pls do not discredit him,,, he is trying his best
‒ most of the time you'll find them coupled up in his library, while he's reading them a book to teach them bigger vocabulary PLS
‒ before bed, he always brings them a HUGE PILE of books to choose from, because of his vast selection in his library he never has to re-read them!!
‒ akuzon is his best friend,,, always finds the best children's books on there <33
‒ he is such a great dad !! he is so much more than his wrath and he is so glad his kids know that <3
- [ ♡ ] asmodeus
‒ is ecstatic when he found out he was going to be a dad
‒ treats them like they are gold,,, they are always pampered and treated like literal ROYALTY
‒ if you have a girl THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS OMFG PLS
‒ thinking abt it is the cutest thing ??? he takes her out shopping and buys her the prettiest of clothes :(((
‒ loves holding the baby !!! he's so proud of himself and you <3
‒ spa days w his kids r his favourite way of bonding
‒ has a specific day every other week where they go to a spa, get their hair done, and their nails.
‒ is AMAZING at picking out gifts he always puts so much thought into it
‒ he DOES NOT put his phone down he LOVES filming the little moments <3
‒ does not regret ANYTHING AT ALL he loves you all with all of his heart and adores them
- [ ♡ ] beelzebub
‒ super, super, super excited !!!!
‒ the baby fits just right in his arms,,, perfect for snuggling :(((
‒ super protective if anyone hurts your kids,,, THEY'LL GET SHOVED 6 FEET DOWN
‒ your kids see him as a hero seriously,,, they literally think he's a superhero bc he's big and strong its so T_T
‒ so during one years fathers day they created a picture frame and cup with a matching 'our superhero!" on it
‒ has a grocery list saved on his phone with all of their favourite snacks, he always splurges on them though,, just in case he takes some of them
‒ imagine you were having twins ?!?!?!
‒ he would not stop bugging belphie about it !!!
‒ every sunday he would take the kids out for ice cream and then play in the park !! a simple way of bonding but he makes the best of it
‒ PROB HAS A DAD BOD ONCE THE YEARS GO BY HELP MEEEE
- [ ♡ ] belphegor
‒ hear me out. HE GIVES THE BEST HUGS
‒ if your kid is bawling their eyes out, one hug from him and their problems are solved.
‒ loves to snuggle up when taking a nap!!!
‒ if they come into your room because they had a nightmare, he's offer to cuddle them to sleep hes best
‒ loves buying them pyjamas !!! ONESIES ESPECIALLY
‒ will find a smaller version of his cow pillow to give to his kids CRYING SO HARD
‒ tries to read a bedtime story for them before bed but falls asleep LMFAO
‒ your babies crib becomes his crib too. no joke.
‒ your kids love to make him breakfast in bed!!!!!
‒ LOVES MAKING CUSTOM PJS JUST FOR THEM
main masterlist <3
obey me masterlist <3
reblogs appreciated !! have a lovely day/night <3
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OM!Brothers When They See You Crying:
Lucifer, Mammon and Satan
Tw: Self-deprecating thoughts
Hurt/Comfort... turned to angst.
You were worthless.
Is what you thought, as you wondered why you couldn't bring yourself up to actually go and do your works and responsibilities around the house, instead choosing to just lay in bed, scrolling mindlessly through the same three apps for the fourth time that day, and being utterly useless.
Others' nagging, whether it is to accompany them to another place or to finish your bloody chores, only served to stress you out even more, and your motivation's level's at an all-time-low...
Perhaps you needed some rest?
You caught sight of the never-ending pile of work on the nearby table, and remembered your unfinished chores all around the house, each and every one of them screaming at you otherwise. How can you 'get some rest' when there's so many things to do?!
Why can't you bring yourself up and be productive, for once?
Why can't you stop being so useless...?
As you buried your face in your pillow, tears stinging in your eyes, your lover had forgotten to knock on your unlocked door, catching you in your current state.
You've told Lucifer multiple times to at least knock before he comes in, but old habits die hard, so it was an accident really... And it wasn't like he stopped by your room for no reason. It was one of those date nights where he's able to push aside his work, and he wanted to remind you of it since he knew you can be forgetful at times.
You quickly sat up at the click of the door handle turning, hurriedly wiping away your tears and sneaking a glance through your fingers to see your lover, his face, which was one of joy to see you, rapidly morphing to shock, then concerned.
"...Mc?" he called, softly.
"Lu- Lucifer... I thought you were busy with work...? What are you doing here?" You asked, a poor attempt of a smile playing on your lips.
Lucifer stayed silent for a while, observing your shaky form before replying.
"You're crying." He closed the door behind him, nearing you. You stayed silent, eyes averted, blinking rapidly as you willed your tears to please stop forming in your eyes. You didn't want him to see you like this. Being weak...
Over something that you can easily change if you just get yourself to move.
"I'm... I'll be fine..." you said, not quite lying. "Just felt a bit sad, is all."
He hummed in response, sitting next to you and pulling you into his chest. You were startled, but you didn't stop him.
"I'm here for you, you know? You don't have to hide away from me..." he whispered, patting your head.
You eyed your shoes, still holding back your tears from flowing.
"But... But I don't want you to see me like this..." you muttered, feeling his head being placed on top of yours. "Weak and pathetic." Your voice was small, vulnerable.
"You're not pathetic, and..." He turned you around so you could place your ear to his chest, letting his heartbeat soothe you. "Everyone has their weak points at some time." He said it in a voice which made it obvious he has it too, and coming from the avatar of pride, and furthermore, your lover, made you feel understood.
"Really?" Sinking into his warm embrace, tears were falling down your cheeks, wetting his designer's shirt. But he didn't prevent you. "You think I'm not useless?"
"Never." His reply was instant, a hand rubbing soothing circles down your back as he cradled you in his arms. "You'll never be useless."
He continued to retribute any worries and insecurities you might've had, whispering sweet praises of love into your ears, and as the world seemed to disappear except for the two of you, your eyes closed themselves and he coddled you with all the love and affection you deserve.
"Yo, Mc! Ya in he-" Mammon's words got caught in his throat when he saw your curled up form. His raised hand, which was holding his beloved goldie, slowly limped to his side as your quiet sobs registered into his ears, failing to be silenced by the pillows you've buried your face in.
You haven't noticed him.
His eyes were wide, frozen in spot and- another loud sob wrecked your body and he snapped out of his stupor and rushed to your side.
"Mc, are ya alright?"
You violently shuddered at the sound of his voice, curling yourself up into a smaller ball when you realized his presence.
"I'm fine." Your voice was small, weak, vulnerable. And even he can't miss the blatant lie, choosing to reach out a hand and-
"Leave me alone," you whispered, not wanting to be alone, and you regretted it the very next second when footsteps were heard moving further away from you.
Until the soft click of the door being shut reached your ears and the footsteps returned back into your comfort zone, making you bury your face in the pillows even deeper.
A dip behind you, and a hesitant hand rested on your shoulder.
"You're not okay," Mammon said, his usual brashness disappearing into thin air. "I- Do ya wanna talk about it?"
You didn't answer, nor did you move away from his touch, instead leaning into it, and he took the cue and settled in behind you, hugging you close to his chest. His arms were wrapped around your middle, the Goldie he was holding left forgotten somewhere as his calm heartbeat soothed your nerves.
"I'm- I'm here, okay?"
He wasn't used to comforting others verbally, despite having to do so multiple times already in the long course of his life, but the way he hugs you closely, protectively is proof enough of the message he was trying to convey to you.
He's here for you.
And you let your sobs out as you clutched onto his arms like your life depended on it, your grip so tight it might leave bruises on his arm the next day. But he lets you. And you cried.
"I'm worthless, Mams," you said, tears freely streaming down, causing the wet patch to grow larger on your pillow. "I'm- I'm so so worthless..."
He nuzzled into your neck, pressing soft kisses.
"But I am."
Your insistence made him pull you impossibly closer.
"You're not worthless, babe."
He leaned up on one arm, brushing a stray of hair away from your face. In other situations, he'd die before being able to do so, but you need him right now, and he's right here, pressing a few kisses to your tear-stained cheeks and the corners of your eyes.
"You're my human, and only the best can be the Great Mammon's human-"
"But I didn't do anything useful for the entire week-"
Your legs were entangled in his, your bodies pressed so close together anyone passing by would've thought only one person was laying underneath the bedcovers.
"Which is perfectly fine," he muttered. "'cause even the most wonderful of humans need rest, yeah? You're doing amazing."
And as he continued whispering sweet praises to you, calming the raging storms in your heart, you let yourself succumb to sleep in his warm embrace.
Satan stopped in his tracks before he was even able to realize his mistake of not knocking on your door, your choked sobs and uneven breath easily caught by his sharp hearing. His line of sight settled on your trembling body, crying.
He took a sharp breath.
He wasn't used to seeing you cry, see anyone cry, really, and he wasn't sure what to do, but seeing you like this made his heart break, and all he wanted to do was destroy the thing that made you cry in the first place. But he couldn't let himself leave your side, plus, he didn't know what needs destroying in the first place.
He took a calming breath, allowing the unrelenting wrath to simmer down before carefully choosing his next course of actions.
A knock to your door and a concerned 'Mc?' caused you to freeze in your spot, before you decided to bury your face deeper into your pillow. You'd recognized that voice from anywhere, and honestly you'd smile just seeing him on an a usual day...
But today wasn't a usual day.
"What is it?" you asked, your voice slightly croaked and muffled by your pillow. You didn't face him, how could you? When you were crying furiously- is still crying, and you're sure your face is covered with tears and snot.
"I've... brought you the book I suggested," Satan said, his brain short-circuiting making that the first thing he said. He mentally kicked himself.
"Leave- leave it on my table." Your voice was barely above a whisper now, afraid of it cracking again. And as you sat there on the bed, cross-legged and hiding your face away from his view, Satan did as you asked.
"...Do you need anything else?"
You shook your head.
"You can leave, now," you mumbled, and you regretted it the very next second as you wondered why you couldn't ask him to stay as you so desperately wanted him to...
You're pathetic, aren't you?
"No, you're not." His voice caused your head to snap towards where Satan was standing, looking at you with all your vulnerability and your entire soul laid bare. You quickly averted your eyes, wiping away at your tears. Did you say that out loud?
"You're still here?" you asked, a poor attempt of a smile playing on your lips as you figured the wall was a better sight then Satan.
"You're not pathetic," he said, slowly taking a step closer. You didn't stop him... so he took another.
"You're amazing, love." Gently, slowly, he took your face in his hand, staring straight into your redden eyes which were still fixed on the side wall.
He kneeled in front of you, thumbing your cheeks.
"You're gorgeous, wonderful, strong and one of the kindest person I know. You're not pathetic."
You were shaking your head now, refusing to believe his words. 'cause you're not. You don't think you're all that.
"I don't know who you're talking about." Your voice was small, barely above a whisper, and you placed a hand on his wrist, wanting to push him away, but your heart wasn't willing you to. Tears were freely streaming down your cheeks yet you couldn't bother wiping them away. Too weak to do anything.
And he slowly wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your forehead, leaning back to see your eyes finally meeting his, and... you couldn't hold back anymore. You let out a loud sob, burying your face in his chest as you clutched the front of his shirt, your entire body trembling.
"I'm not all that," you were shaking your head. "I'm useless, worthless. So stop saying I'm not..."
"You know I can't lie to you," Satan muttered, manoeuvring your bodies so you laid on the bed more comfortably, a hand soothingly rubbing circles on your back. "You're already perfect to me, and... I love you..."
He pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you gently as if he was treating glass, because that's what you needed the most right now. And your heart knew that.
"...I don't deserve to be loved, I'm useless," you still protested, and he merely held you tighter.
"You're not useless, and you do deserve love... I'll tell you a million more times if I have to to make you believe that."
You quietened, your energy depleted and too tired to think of anything else, and as you both stayed like that, with his hand rubbing your back in slow comforting strokes, you fell into a deep slumber, enveloped in the warmth of his comfort and embrace.
Your eyes slowly fluttered open, the softness of your pillows and blankets surrounding your form, and as you stared up at the familiar ceiling, you realized... You were still in your own home.
And the notification voice of the 'Obey Me' game sounded from besides you.
And your comfort character never existed in the first place...
A/N: Specific, I know. Guess who has exams in like one month and she's yet to start studying anything? This girl! 👉😎👈 It looks like emoji man's covering it's ears.
Fyi, I'm also joining levi's zine and another personal collab with someone else! I'll still try to post at least once a week though. And idk how to continue my Lost in Forever series...
Anyways, as always, hoped you enjoyed these~ Stay healthy, candyz ✌️
Taglist: @yukihaie @ariavage @satanist-apparently @otome-scribbles
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Thank you for playing with me (Mammon x Reader angst)
angst no comfort
warnings: ep 6 spoilers for the k drama series “Squid Games”, gunshot, major character death, swearing
‘I’ll make sure you win this game!’ Mammon recalled what you had said a few minutes earlier, his eyes widening as he finally understood what you meant. He stared at the marble laying by your feet.
“Whoops! Looks like I lost…haha” you smiled as you looked at him.
“What the hell are you doing?” he growled out grabbing you by the collar, “Pick up the damn marble and throw it properly!”
“Well that wouldn’t be fair would it? I get two tries when we both agreed on one? We said whoever’s marble is closest to the wall wins. Yours is the closest. You won and I lost.” You explain rather calmly.
“I said take another throw!” his hands trembled as he gripped your collar tighter.
“Mammon, please just let me lose this thing in style.” You joked, hoping to ease his sadness.
“Bullshit! Stop trying to act cool! Ya think I’ll be grateful?”
You take a moment to respond, “You and me, we’re both different…”
He looked up at you with teary eyes, “what?”
“I thought hard about what I’d do once I got out of here, but…no matter how hard I thought I couldn’t think of anything.” Tears pricked the corner of your eyes, “Your brothers need you, Mammon. You have a reason to get out of this place…”
“They need you too— Hell I need you! I’m your guardian and I was supposed to protect you dammit!” he cried out.
That’s when the tears finally started falling and your facade gave away.
“And you did,” you reassured him, “you protected me for as long as you could. I think now it’s time I return the favour.” Smiling wide while tears poured down, you gave him one final hug. “You can do it…don’t die here, got it? Win these games and take your brothers to Jeju Island.” You sobbed, hugging him tightly.
You glance at the timer, “It’s time for you to go now, Mammon” you muttered.
You pulled away from him as two people wearing red suits and black masks approached you both, one staying beside you, gun in hand, while the other escorted Mammon to the exit.
He stopped in his tracks, not looking at you.
“Thanks for playing with me.” you choked on your tears, “I’m honoured that we were partners.” You added, your voice cracking.
The gunshot resonated throughout the room and the loud thud of your body hitting the ground only made him cry harder.
‘Player 240 eliminated’ the loud speaker announced.
He continued walking towards the exit, tears blurring his view. He’ll make sure he wins. Not just for his brothers, but for you as well.
a/n: I was actually gonna have Mammon die instead, but then thought “hey why not kill off MC this time”
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How the brothers react to a MC with a plushie obsession/what plushie they would get you (GN!MC)
Warnings: none besides the use of bitch and deadass, pure fluff, besides belphie possibly committing a felony
• he honestly doesn't understand the plushie obsession
• he can admit that some of them are cute yeah, but why do you need more than one..?
• "Must you have them *all* on your bed?"
"Of course! What if they get lonely?"
• honestly questions if humans seriously believe plushies have emotions
• he can't tell if you really truly believe that or not, but even if you do, he loves you too much to tell you otherwise
• he might sigh and groan about it, but he does think it's kinda cute how attached you are to your plushies
• just don't try to take over *his* bed with them
• 2 plushies maximum allowed in his bed
• and only if one of them is one he specifically got for you
• 10/10 would you buy you a little black teddy bear with red eyes
• glares when you call it Mini Lucifer, but won't make you change the name
• if any of his brothers mess with your plushies there *Will* be hell to pay
• "Uh, isn't this a little much MC?"
• he's not against the plushies, but honestly he gets a teensy bit jealous
• "Oi, why you gotta cuddle that damn plushie? I'm right here!"
• he kinda gets it tho, his greed makes him hoard certain things, so if you feel like hoarding plushies? He can't really judge
• he will take your plushies if you're paying them more attention than him
• but gives them back immediately if you get even the slightest bit upset
• will act pissy and jealous, but secretly has about a million pics of you snuggling your plushies saved on his DDD
• will snuggle one of your plushies if you aren't around and he misses you but will NEVER ADMIT IT— "what?! No! Course I wasn't hugging no damn stuffed animal!!!"
• will buy you whatever plushie you want tho
• he can't say no to the 🥺
• would buy you a little stuffed crow and absolutely BEAMS when it becomes your favorite
• surpsingly more strict than Lucifer, only the crow is allowed in his bed because you're supposed to be snuggling HIM MC, not the plushie!!
• if any of his brothers dare say anything about your plushies, he will get angry (and totally won't buy you more out of spite, sshhhh)
• there is no way in hell this demon doesn't also collect plushies
• thinks all of yours are adorable, especially any ones that are anime/video game characters
• will happily listen to you name off all your plushies, thinking it's the cutest thing ever
• will soon go red thinking about that
• will buy you plushies of any anime character you want, and most likely will get double for his own collection
• would 100% let you bring as many plushies into his tub-bed as you want, he doesn't have the heart to tell you no
• also he thinks it's cozy
• would buy you a little plush fish
• "h-hey, MC, I uh, I thought you m-might like this one?"
• almost goes catatonic any time he sees you snuggling it
• secretly has 1 picture saved of you snuggling it, and it will be his wallpaper till the end of time
• Will summon Lotan if anyone disrespects his Henry's plushies, how dare they
• also didn't understand the obsession at first
• until you showed him a cat plushie and all hell broke loose
• he really only enjoys cat plushies, but won't stop you from buying other ones
• he started his own mini collection and you soon realize you created a monster
• is now unable to sleep without his cat plushie
• he hugs it when he gets angry and you aren't around to calm him down
• is THE person to go to if any plushie rips or gets a hole in it, he will sew it back up good as new
• "Aw, did it tear? Here, let me fix it. You don't need to worry."
• will also place a few spells on your plushies so none of them get tears again, he doesn't want you to get sad, 10/10 sweetheart
• if he sees a plushie he wants he will definitely give you the 🥺 until you buy it for him
• would get you one of those reversible cat plushies that show an angry face or a happy face (totally wouldn't steal it, no sir, definitely not)
• his bed is cluttered as it is with books, so he doesn't really mind how many plushies you bring to bed
• if anyone made fun of your or his plushies, he will see red
• no one says a word against the collection on his watch
• "Oh darling they're adorable!!! You need more!"
• Asmo loves any and everything cute and squishy
• adores your collection and insists on buying you more to decorate your room with
• absolutely understands the love of plushies, but don't say that any are cuter than he is, he just might tear up
• insists on buying you plushies on special occasions because he knows how happy they make you, and in his mind, you should always be smiling
• would buy you a squishy pink heart with a smiley face on it
• gets the warmest feeling in his chest any time you use it as a pillow
• he doesn't really care how many you bring to bed, but they might end up on the floor...
• if you get sad because they fall off the bed, he will politely suggest maybe bringing only one or two to bed
• won't stand for any insult towards the plushies, and will not hesitant to smack a bitch
• you're his love, no one gets to make you feel bad about what makes you happy!
• he's used to belphie always having his pillow so he isn't phased in the slightest by your plushies
• thinks they're all so cute like you 🥺
• he really likes hugging them if you aren't around, they're small and squishy so they remind him of you
• is VERY careful around your plushies, he doesn't want to accidentally tear one, he would cry
• might be best if you don't buy any food themed plushies because he may eat one on accident
• would buy you the biggest teddy bear he can find with 0 hesitation
• "Hey, MC! I saw this while I was out, do you like it?"
• the bear is literally as big as he is, and he's smiling like he just won the lottery when he sees how excited you get about it
• took a picture of you napping on it once and he stares at the pic whenever he misses you
• it's not that he minds how many plushies you bring to bed, the issue is space
• hungy boi is a Mountain so you can really only fit one or two in the bed with you
• if anyone said anything about your plushies, this sweet boi will be on the defense
• would just stand behind you with a death glare and send anyone who's rude to you running for the hills
• you thought your plushie addiction is bad? HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA—
• he practically sleeps on a bed of squishmallows, belphie 10000000% understands the obsession and encourages it
• more plushies mean a cozier nest to sleep in, right?
• would definitely tease you for it, but it's all in good fun, he can't judge
• "Oh? Does the little human need their stuffie to sleep? C'mere and lay down."
• he never minds you bringing plushies to bed, in fact, he encourages you to bring *more*
• you still have to snuggle him too tho, thems the rules
• will buy you a big cow plushie that doubles as a pillow
• absolutely delighted when you bring it to bed because it's big enough for the both of you to snuggle
• any time you go out with Belphie, the two of you will come home with new plushies, there is no exception
• the pile is always growing and no one can stop it
• if anyone says anything about the plushies he will deadass commit a murder
• no one disrespects the plushie nest and lives
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