Mc, throwing their head into Lucifer's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!
Lucifer, lovingly stroking their hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.
Warnings: large dog (Cerberus), pet name (love), kinda fluffy
Summary: Lucifer couldn't believe his eyes...
Follow up in the same AU 'On Guard' and 'Makeover'
Lucifer sighed, hand drawing over his face as he stared down at his ‘loyal’ dog, Cerberus. The dog who usually only listened to him, growled at anyone who dared enter his domain and almost ate his brothers for a snack just last week when they tried to sneak into his room again. The same dog who was currently laying on the floor, paws to the sky as you rubbed his stomach and cooed at him like a small baby. Lucifer couldn’t help the small smile gracing his face, he had to admit seeing you play him was quite adorable (not that he would admit it out loud). Initially worried about letting you near him, no one had managed to train Cerberus to behave quite like he did, and he wasn’t about to let you get eaten either. So imagine his surprise when his usually feral pet bent down to sniff you (three times, of course) before staring at you for a minute, then rolling over and whining for attention and belly scratches.
“He isn’t usually like this, you know, love.”
Looking up with a wide grin, your boyfriend’s wary face full of disbelief staring back at you as you crouched on the floor to play with his paws. Three heads lolling and tongues hanging out his mouth as three pairs of eyes stared back at you, a loud ‘woof’ making you jump a little as he demanded more attention. You giggled as he knocked you over, large paw swooping your legs and making you land on his side with a small gasp, dark brown fur in your face making your face itchy.
“Luci, if I can tame you then I think your puppy would be a walk in the-“
Another ‘woof’, louder this time as the ground shook with the sound of Cerberus standing up and shaking around before bundling off to grab his leash and collars, the momentum making you fall over again. Another thud as they hit the ground with a thump before three tongues hung out his mouth, loud panting sounds as he whined and tried to gently bop you with one head only to have you topple over with a giggle. Holding the leashes up to Lucifer with a questioning brow, his head shaking in amusement when you looked from him to the large dog in front of you and back again.
“Magic word, you’re in trouble now, love.”
Mc: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars.
Belphie: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.
Y/n, negotiating with Lucifer : We have mammon . Give us ten thousand dollars and he will be returned to you unharmed
Mammon : Whoa, whoa, wait, you think I’m only worth ten thousand dollars?
Mammon : MAKE IT ONE MILLION–
Y/n: MAMMON STOP
your one and only
▸ mammon x reader
▸ 2.2k words
▸ best friends to lovers (woohoo!), mutual pining, fluff, slight angst
with more students coming to RAD, your jealousy streak shows when mammon is assigned to show the new human around
“has anyone seen mammon?”
as soon as they heard their brother’s name, the demons sitting together at the extended oak study table suddenly appear busier than they did when you first entered the room.
satan finds the need to open up three more text books around him, eyes carelessly scanning through all of them—though you doubt he’s actually reading or understanding anything that quick. levi also makes a show of putting on his headphones despite already having his airpods plugged in his ears. beel purposely begins to munch louder on the snacks he has on hand and belphie, well, he was already asleep.
you sigh out loud, crossing your arms as your stare jumps from one demon brother to the other. “really, guys?”
usually, you brush off the brothers’ indifference to their second eldest as nothing but tough sibling love. on a good day, you might even join them just to spite mammon. but you’re not feeling it all that much today, and the only reason satan eventually speaks up is because he notices that you look quite down in the dumps today.
“um,” he begins to say, donning a thoughtful expression, “i can’t say.”
“isn’t he showing the new human arou—ow!”
beel must’ve kicked levi in the shin under the table or something, because you notice the brief look they share; the way beel slightly shakes his head and how levi’s eyes widen, turning to you with an apology on his face.
ah, now you understand why the boys have been walking on eggshells whenever you’re around. you pull a chair out and join them. “it’s fine.”
from your peripheral, satan watches you with concern. “are you sure?”
“yeah,” you quip. “i mean, mammon helped me when i first got here, so i guess it only makes sense he help the other humans settle here too.”
a few months ago, lord diavolo announced that because the exchange program to the devildom had gone so well with you and solomon, the RAD was opening its doors to take on more human exchange students. though you feigned excitement and congratulated the demon king’s son for what a success the program has been, your jealous streak began to show when you realised that you’ll no longer be the only human that will know the brothers.
it’s ridiculous, but you feel somewhat threatened at the thought of another human getting as close to the brothers as you have. you’ve never said any of this aloud, but with the way the boys have been especially careful in your presence throughout the last few weeks only tells you that they’ve probably figured you out.
“if it makes you feel any better, he didn’t seem so enthusiastic about showing the new human around either,” beel adds.
you want to take comfort in the fact, but mammon was the same way with you at first. you recall his reluctance in showing you the academy’s grounds, how annoyed he’d get when you asked a simple question or how he’d grumble to himself whenever lucifer reminded him to ensure you didn’t get eaten by other demons.
but in spite of all that, mammon had this unwavering commitment to protect you, and you know it was out of his own will and not out of a sense of duty.
when he wasn’t with you, he’d check up on you regularly by text, using a bunch of excuses to make sure you knew he wasn’t worried about you. when he was with you, he’d find a roundabout way of asking how your day has been or how classes are going, while also denying any claims that he has so much of a mustard seed of interest in how you are.
but most importantly, and what melts your heart to utter goo each and every time, is how mammon always runs to you when you face even the slightest of dangers, be it witches, cerberus, stray demons, online scams, or even an angry lucifer.
you and mammon have been through thick and thin and you’re not sure why the mere thought of another human in the picture makes your heart sink. you didn’t like the thought of mammon being that way with anyone else but you.
then again, you don’t really have the right to feel this way because it’s not like you’ve ever told him. maybe his brothers could see right through you like a wall of glass but mammon’s as oblivious as a demon can get. you’d have to tell him straight up to get it through his head.
“c’mon, what’s with the long face?” you didn’t realise belphie has woken up already, lazily leaning his head on one hand. “you know mammon’s only got eyes for you.”
blood rushes to your face instantly, palms getting sweaty as the boys try to reaffirm mammon’s feelings for you. there’s no point in you refuting anything that they say though. again, it’s not like mammon knows how you feel about him.
“also, i’m sure i’ve made it clear to him that i’d beat him up if he ever hurts you,” levi chimes.
“me too,” says satan.
“me three,” the twins say simultaneously. they look at each other for a moment before also exclaiming “jinx!” together and then bursting into a fit of giggles.
you smile at their jokes, keep faking it for a little longer to try and convince the others that you’re doing just fine. “it’s okay guys, it’s not like we’re together or anything.”
satan scoffs, “everybody at the academy thinks you’re together, except you two. isn’t it time you told him then?”
“if you’re waiting for mammon to figure it out himself, you’ll be waiting centuries. he’s the kind of guy that needs everything to be spelled out for him,” belphie says, matter-of-factly.
the only reason that you’re hesitant about letting him know is that you’re not sure how things will change between you and him. mammon’s not just the first demon you came to know since arriving at the devildom, but he’s also become your best friend. even if things did turn out well for you two, how would it change the friendships you share with the other brothers? would any of your ties to them become strained as a result?
putting the others side, you also can’t help but think about the very taboo of a demon and human together. it’s not like you’d be staying in the devildom forever and you know there are boundaries in place that keeps mammon from staying in the human world too. then what is the point of it? why bother at all?
before your thoughts can stray any further, the door to the study room comes swinging open and mammon himself strides in, scanning the room for a bit.
it’s when his eyes lock on you that a big grin begins to spread across his face. “i’ve been looking all over for ya! why didn’t ya answer any of my calls?”
under the table, levi nudges your foot and you feel the blush in your face intensify. “ah, i must’ve left my D.D.D in my room.”
“whatever, that’s fine.” mammon walks into the room with a skip in his step, pulling out the empty chair next to you. “anyway, what’s everyone doin’? it’s friday night and my babysitting is over, so let’s go somewhere!”
right then, satan rises from his seat, all of his things somehow packed already and his bag slung over his shoulder. “actually, i have plans tonight.”
at satan’s cue, as though rehearsed, beel and belphie also get up. “yeah, we have somewhere to be.”
mammon narrows his eyes, “belphie too?”
mammon sighs, then turns to the last demon seated at the table. “how ‘bout it, levi? wanna go to the arcade?”
“the arcade?! sure—” it’s quite obvious the way satan smacks levi on the back, causing the latter to choke a little at the sudden impact, “actually, i- um, i, too, have things to do, yes.”
“exactly, levi has something else planned so, we’ll be taking our leave,” satan says, a sly smile on his lips as he gently pulls levi up by the collar of his jacket.
the brothers can’t be any more obvious with the way they’re trying to leave you and mammon alone together, but as you all suspect, mammon doesn’t take the hint at all.
“pfft, whatever.” mammon crosses his arms over the table and rests his head, facing you. “anything you wanna do? doesn’t have to be the arcade.”
you can tell that he’s actually tired, seeing the faint bags under his eyes and how he stifles a yawn, but mammon has a certain pride over that, never wanting to admit he’s exhausted when he really is. if you ever ask about it, he’ll go off on a tangent about how the great mammon never runs out of energy.
so, all you do is cross your arms over the table and rest your head too, facing him as well. “do you wanna just stay in tonight? i think there’s a rerun of the sequel to that murder mystery we watched last time.”
mammon thinks for a moment, and it’s only because you’re watching so closely that you notice his eyes soften a smidge. “y-yeah, if that’s what ya want.”
“okay.” you close your eyes, happy, more than anything, to just be sitting here with him beside you. you hope that shutting your eyes would encourage him to do the same if he needs a nap, but mammon calls your name again.
“you know, lucifer’s been bustin’ my ass lately, makin’ sure i show the new human around properly.”
you laugh a little, “why? have you been sneaking off?”
“hey, the issue isn’t me sneaking off, it’s me getting caught.”
with your eyes still shut, you sigh. “you know you shouldn’t be sneaking off right, mammon? what’s the new human gonna do without you?”
“i don’t care,” mammon mutters to himself. you pry one eye open to see that mammon has his shut. “you’re the only human i’m watchin’ out for. what does lucifer think i am anyway? the RAD’s designated liaison officer between demons and humans? as if i got time for that.”
“what did you just say?”
mammon’s eyes snap wide open to find you staring at him. “uh, that i got no time to be babysittin’?”
“no, before that. you said i’m the only human you’re watching out for?”
mammon’s pupils shake, certainly aware of what he just said and perhaps only now realising what it really means. “y-yeah. i mean, you got here first! i already gotta babysit you so why do i gotta show another human around this time too?”
you don’t know what to say, wondering if this is mammon’s roundabout way of telling you the shape of his feelings. you see it in his actions often, but you’ve never seen him try to articulate it, even if it requires you to read between the lines.
in your silence, mammon finds the need to go on. “um, anyway, i know i’m always yellin’ at the others ‘bout how you’re... ya know... my human so- uh, what’s that term again? visa-verse? vice-versa!”
“mammon, what are you saying?”
“you know what i’m saying!”
you do, but you also want him to spell it out for you. “no, i don’t.”
“i— argh,” he groans, lifting his head and hitting his back against the chair. “you do know what i’m tryna say! you’re just makin’ fun of me!”
you shrug, suppressing your smile as best as you can.
“i’m your demon too, ‘kay? happy? you’re my one and only and i’m only yours too.”
mammon buries his face in his palms, shaking his head and muttering how he can’t believe he finally admitted all that. you should be buried in heaps of embarrassment yourself, but his feelings are reaching you so genuinely that you can’t help but sit straight and reach out to him.
carefully, you encircle his wrist, pulling one hand down to keep him from hiding his face. “are you shy?”
“the boys said something, didn’t they?”
mammon glances over. “i noticed you’ve been looking kinda down all week.” a pause. “sorry i didn’t say anything sooner. i thought... i thought i was the only one with these dumb feelings.”
“no, i’ve got dumb feelings too,” you laugh. with your fingers still encircling mammon’s wrist, you shift slightly to slip your hand into his, staring at the table because you’re too shy to look at him. though you can feel him tense at first, he’s the one to curl his fingers eventually, locking your hands together.
“also,” he adds, “don’t do that.”
“huh? do what?” you turn to him.
“wha— i’m not- i wasn’t jealous!”
“see?” he says, a slight tilt to his head, “you’re somehow even cuter when ya get jealous. so stop that, or i’ll eat ya.”
“i’ll watch the new revengers movie without ya and spoil the ending.”
with his hand intertwined in yours, warm and firm, it feels like there’s nothing to worry about at all. you’re not thinking about how your feelings for mammon will affect your relationship with the other demons when they all clearly know how you two felt about each other all this time.
and for now, you won’t worry about what it means for a human to fall for a demon, especially when the demon has fallen for the human too. maybe it’s a hurdle only the two of you can face, maybe it’s something to deal with later.
you don’t mind though. with your hand in mammon’s, it suddenly seems like there’s nothing you can’t do together.
MC: the human wants food
Mammon: I am not your butler
MC: the human now hates Mammon
Mammon: LET ME GIVE YOU SOME DELICIOUS NOODLES
being in a relationship with mammon is one of the most wholesome experiences you will ever have
he will make it his mission to show you every flashy spot in the devildom possible
arcades? yes. every club imaginable? you can bet on it!
the zoo? sure, he wanted go show you the 3 meter hellbats ages ago anyways
the new 5D movie theatre that opened recently? you'll be at the midnight showing of every movie
mammon also loves spoiling you to no end, even if it means getting strung up by lucifer for spending a little too much than was maybe necessary
he is the king of compliments as well, basically coming up with new ones every single day, because he just adores the big smile they put on your face
regular trips to the human world are also a thing, though they dont happen as often as he would like (stupid lucifer!)
what he enjoys about them the most though is the fact that he gets to see all of your favourite things
places you love to visit, the things you like to eat, the shows you enjoy watching, just all the tiny things that make you who you are!
you once took him to an animal shelter, and he ended up nearly adopting every single dog in there
if he can't come with you, he makes sure to have his crow familiars accompanying you at all times, just to make sure you are doing alright
the rare times he goes somewhere where you can't come along, he makes sure to get you a little trinket, it's a really heartfelt gesture, 'cause it's always something that made him think of you
(even if he never says it out loud, lucifer is also a big fan of your relationship)
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Remember the first time I tried to do a Mammon fanart in digital? Probably not-
Anyway here is another attempt, a chibi comic about Mammon only stealing MC's clothes because their scent makes him feel safe and loved, but he would rather die than admit it
Hope it isn't too cringe, have a nice day night and stay safe everyone! ✨
more leviathan doodles but this time in bunny suits hehe he ended up getting jealous everyone could see them and tried to hide them with his jacket hafjdgfgkjk
(mc is named Meow and uses they/them)
mammon bottoms, whats it like
he is C O C K Y
you have to fight with him to get him to bottom
yet bottoming is his default,he wont do it instantly.
he is WHINY
just,,,, him slowly starting to ease into bottoming
he thinks its insulting that hes bottoming tbh
Almost too cocky to be a bottom
But he is, in fact, a bottom.
He's a power bottom actually
When you try to top him he's just like
"Are you serious?"
Lmao but he'll give in pretty quick
Greedy bastard ♥︎
questioned warmth | beelzebub
fluff and light hearted and short
beel's hands are big and warm so it's only normal for you to be wanting to hold them all the time.
"beel," you called out right after stepping outside the HoL gate to go to school, making a grabby gestures to him with a free hand. he only smiled and offered you his left hand which you took happily.
"hehe, your hand is warm," you said giddily, almost like a child who had just got his dream toy. he squeezed your hand in return lovingly.
not long after, this has just become a habit of you.
when going to the same class as him, or when going anywhere, or watching a movie, guaranteed if beel's there with you then don't expect he has two free hands to use.
you'd just gotten out of your room, feeling a bit thirsty at midnight.
you wished you could say you were when you surprised after spotting a figure in the kitchen, but after seeing beel raided the fridge at this time for the seventh night in a row? you only felt a little concerned.
"beel," you called gently.
beel startled at the voice, backed away from the fridge, yet was still munching away. although seeing you, he promptly washed his hands, his mouth still full of food.
"oh what's with the rush beel? i'm not here to scold or snitch on you or anything like that!" you reassured him, because lately you felt like beel was getting hungry more often than before, or at least particularly at night. sure sometimes he stole some food from the kitchen at midnight but it was never some nights in a row. that was something you could get trouble with in which he always invited you. but now it just downright impressive that beel hadn't gotten caught by lucifer on his third night.
"i know, you'd never do that," he smiled.
"although i wouldn't advise you on continuing since i'm worried you'll overdo it and get yourself sick-" you shot him a worried glance. "-but i'm initially here just to get water,"
beel looked at you softly in fondness while you got a glass of water. "while we're on the topic.. beel isn't this your seventh night in a row raiding the fridge? is there any particular reason that you're feeling hungrier at night?" you took a sip.
"uh, well." he shifted his legs, seemed to be thinking. "most of the times when i'm hungry i usually just grabbed the food with my bare hands and it always made them all dirty after," he said.
"oh, um, you could just wash your hands after? isn't that what you've always been doing all this time?" you tilted your head, feeling pretty confused.
beel was quiet until a pretty color of red rose up to his cheeks. "yeah but lately you've been asking to hold my hand so often that i want to always be ready," he started. "i can't have my hands be all dirty when you asked. because i love holding your hand."
by the end of the sentence beel was bashful, his gaze was running away.
your chest swelled up with happiness and the feeling of wanting to cry. the fact that he took so much consideration into what most people would say a simple gesture is astounding.
you grabbed both of his hands, intertwining yours with his. "i love it so much too, beel. but it's absolutely okay to eat whenever you feel like it, i'd understand and never asked you in the first place if you're enjoying a meal," you kissed him below his left eye.
"you're the best, _____" he closed his eyes and smiled sweetly.
"and! you're always welcome to be the one to ask! i promise i'd drop everything to hold your hand," you said, returning the smile.
"even when you're playing your favorite game on your phone?" he tested in a teasing manner. "don't get carried away, beel." you laughed playing along, and he did, too.
it was nearing winter and it was supposed to be cold, but with your hands around each other, you both thought that particular night was somehow very warm.
Lucifer: Are you nervous?
Lucifer: Is this your first time?
Mc: No, I have been nervous before.
Obey Me: Reaction to Nightmares (Part 1)
Lucifer, Leviathan, Beelzebub and Belphegor
Warnings: spoilers up to Chapter 30, violence mentioned, angst, gender neutral reader, ptsd, screaming, crying, self harm, some comfort, death mentioned, sad reader, nightmares, night terrors.
A/N: Apparently PMS makes me crave angst
It wasn't often that you and Lucifer slept together, with his busy schedule and meetings he often came home to find uou asleep and tucked up, laying a quick kiss on your forehead before going to his own room. But tonight, you had been listening to music on his bed and had fallen asleep on his shoulder, tucking you under the covers before laying behind you Lucifer watched you sleep for a bit before laying behind you and wrapping an arm around your middle. The small twitches that overcame you were sudden, he thought you were just trying to shuffle closer at first but then you started thrashing and whimpering in your sleep. Lucifer quickly sat up and put the bedside lamp as he glanced over to you.
"'M sorry... please don't be mad I didn't mean to go upstairs... I'm sorry."
The hand he had raised to comfort you suddenly stopped in the air, he could see the small tears gathering at your eyelashes and running down your temples. The blanket you had been covered in was gathered at your feet and he could see your hands clenching and unclenching at the side of your body.
"Lucifer... I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me... Lucifer, please. My hand hurts. Why... why are you so angry at me?
The last word broke off on a sob suddenly, making him jump and the pain in your voice shooting straight into his chest. You were sobbing openly now, curled up into a ball like a small child, Lucifer tried again to touch you but that only seemed to make your tears worse. He remembered clearly, the ballroom and the way he had pinned you before stamping on your hand, he recalled the bandages wrapped around it the next day. The disappointment and disapproving stares from the angels as they passed you class notes since you couldn't write anything. The words jumbled leaving your mouth mixed up somewhere between 'sorry' and 'don't be mad', he was hit with just how fragile humans were once again.
A loud gasp as you suddenly awoke, eyes snapping open and they met his. You shuffled back from him and wiped your tears with your sleeve before sitting up against the headboard. Arms wrapped around your shoulders as you leaned your cheek on your arms and tried to gather yourself again, usually you would go and take a bath or make some of the tea Barbatos had especially bought for you.
"You should have told me."
"Why? Hmm? What good would it do?"
"It was a mistake."
"What I did to you. My intention was never to hurt you that badly."
"I know, Lucifer."
Staying up with Beel to eat and watch movies was something you did often, either in his room or the living room so you would have a reason to get up and sleep in your own room that evening. But today, Beel was insistent at coming to your room since Belphegor was sleeping in his own room and he didn't want to disturb his little brother. Around half way in you started to get a little sleepy, eyes drooping and your body jolting as you tried to fight your body succumbing to slumber.
Beel noticed your head leaning on his shoulder, laying back he moved so you were comfortable and on his chest instead of being in an awkward position. He heard you say his name under your breath, eyes darting down to your face but frowning when he sees your brows furrowed in discomfort. Your hand clutching at his jacket before you let out a loud gasp, not the cute or passion filled ones he was used to hearing but one filled with fear.
"Beel... don't be angry. Please. Don't eat me. I'm sorry."
A scream, your hands clutching to jacket so hard he was sure he would have nail marks in his chest if it wasn't for his strength. He frowned further when he feel his t-shirt get wet, fat tears rolling down your face and soaking him.
"Don't hurt me. Please. Beel, you're scaring me... why did you break my room? I... I had important stuff there... Mammon, help me."
Beel remembered this situation well, the rage he felt as he thrashed the kitchen and your room adjoining it. In hindsight, he knew he was hard to control at times like that and not many could calm him down. Hearing you ask for Mammon left a bad taste in his mouth, he could recall how you had hidden behind his older brother as wood and appliances were ripped apart. Your eyes darting to his as Beelzebub started on your room, looking back now he remembered how sad you had been afterwards. He had seen you sitting in your demolished room as you tried to fix some of the things that had been damaged, even when you slept in his room you had kept to yourself.
Beel pulled you closer and buried his nose in your hair, his eyes screwed shut as he tried to calm himself down, his hand running up and down your back as he called your name. He knew the moment you woke up, another gasp as you jerked and stilled in his arms.
"I'm so sorry for what I did."
"I scared you. I know I'm a big guy, I can pick you up and all that. But I know that day I scared you, you were so upset afterwards when you looked into your room. I get so blind that I don't think about others. Sometimes I wonder how you could even love someone like me."
"I'll spend forever making it up to you if you'll let me."
Leviathan and you often stayed up playing video games or watching anime together, sitting in his bathtub gossiping or looking at couple cosplays together but every night, you would return to your room and sleep in your own bed. He couldn't understand it, yes okay sleeping in a bathtub was odd but he ordered a futon for you with your favourite character on. Each time you left him he felt his thoughts run wild but he felt too shy to ask you.
He was so thrilled when one day, mid-anime you fell asleep with your head on his lap. Leviathan had a small panic moment, where did he put his hands? Was his lap comfortable? Was the anime too loud? Did you need a pillow? His panic was short-lived however, when he felt you shake and moan in your sleep. Turning the volume down, he tried smoothing your hair down but it only seemed to make you worse, putting his laptop on the bed he tried to dim the lights and set a nice mood.
"Levi... I... why are you... I'm scared. I just... I'm sorry. Levi!"
He had never heard you say his name like that, it was always sweet and calming to him. Your cute expression when you stuck your head into his room or peeked over the manga you were reading across his bedroom, but never this. Never so terror struck, so pained that it made the hairs stand on end, so full of fear and almost crying that he just froze.
"I'm sorry... I just... I wanted to... the quiz... help! I'm scared. I'm so scared."
It was the TSL quiz you were recalling, the first time he turned into his demon form in front of you. He didn't remember much, your scream as he lunged for you and the way you hid behind his older brothers clutching your arm where his tail had cut into your skin. He didn't even remember doing that, it wasn't until much later that he had seen blood coating it that he felt so sickened with himself. You were just a nobody at the beginning; a normie, a human, someone unimportant to him. But then you had crawled your way into his room and eventually his heart, now he couldn't imagine life without you in his personal space.
Leviathan began humming, quietly at first, until your breath returned to normal and your body stopped shaking. He could feel tears gathering behind his eyes, refusing to let them fall and act weak in front of you. The humming a little louder now, breaking the nightmare you were living as you blinked up at him and frowned, the nightmare coming back to you as you sat up.
"How can you even look at me after that?"
"I'm being serious. How? I can't look at me sometimes, this disgusting otaku. But you? You have every reason to hate me. Why don't you?"
"I'd never hate you, Levi."
Belphegor often fell asleep on your lap, it was something that you were accustomed to but constantly annoyed his older brothers. You would be lying if you said it wasn't hard to stay awake, his warm body against your legs and the pillow he often had with him lulling you into a sweet slumber, but you had made it your mission not to fall asleep in front of him. One day, however, it was a cold evening and you had both been sat in front of the fire watching TV together, Belphie managed to stay awake to watch his favourite astrological show and the warm atmosphere coupled with his warm body had been too much.
Belphegor was shocked to see you sleeping, it wasn't often that it happened and definitely not for this long. Looking at you, he couldn't help but smile, you looked so cute curled up with his favourite cow print pillow with your cheek smooshed against it. He trailed a finger across your face lovingly, but was shocked when you shied away and whimpered his name.
"Belphie... stop. I... I can't breathe."
His eyes widened in shock as you started clawing at your own neck, fighting off the imaginary arm around your throat. On closer inspection he could see the healed scratches, small marks showing that this was not uncommon. He felt fear claw up his throat, something he hadn't felt since he watched Lilith plummet to Earth and 'die', so tangible and real that he could let do anything but stare at you.
"Help... someone help. I can't breathe... it hurts. Belphie. Why... I just wanted... I wanted to help."
He was crying now, the noise had attracted his brothers attention and they stood in the doorway not saying anything. He could see Asmo with his hand covering his mouth in shock, Mammon was gritting his teeth and Lucifer was stoic as always. He could feel Beel's sadness and fear through their bond, the hesitation in wanting to come and comfort his twin. A loud gasp drew his attention away from his brothers, his wet eyes meeting yours and then your nails crusted with blood.
Taking your hand gently, Belphie stood you both up and walked past his brothers to the bathroom. You almost struggled to keep up with his pace, feet tapping against the marble as he sat you down on next to the sink. He was quiet as he tended to your wounds, washing the blood and wiping them down before he looked at you.
"I never apologised for what I did."
"No. I was so blinded by rage and anger, so much hate for humans, Lucifer and Diavolo. And I hurt you so badly." His voice cracked on the last word. "I can't take back what I did, I think if I did we wouldn't be as we are now." A small sniffle as he looked at you with a watery smile. "But I'll show you, ok? I'll show you how much you mean to me from now on."
Need fluff? What about luci screamin at his bros n mc sees that hes stressed so they hug him n it has the same effect as that scene from lilo n stitch?
Or maybe one of the dudes needs to be cuddled by mc so they go to their room n shuffle on their feet until mc makes grabby hands n they crash into mcs arms.
Or mc is havin a bad day n demands smooches n cuddles.
chose the last scenario and Satan for it because fuck he needs more appreciation
Satan almost can’t control his squealing as he sees your pouting face, his insides exploding from your cuteness. He takes a small breath while laying his book down, though a smile still breaks through as he asks you what’s wrong.
He’s again taken back by your sudden demand for his kisses, your voice sounding genuinely upset, but fuck you’re just too cute-
Satan feels honored that you came to him for this and he quickly reassures you while pulling you into his arms, planting a quick peck against your temple before picking his book back up to read you his favorite scene from it.
Ok how would the brothers react when you use a mood octopus
Like mc is not talking to the brothers instead they respond by flipping the plush inside out or something like taht
I am SO sorry this took so long. I wanted to create a scenario that wasn't so cliché, but in the end I feel like I still did 💦 I hope you still enjoy it regardless.
If you see that I could have done something better, please don't hesitate to inform me. I take all forms of constructive criticism.
To all my MCs that had the Brothers a little TOO concerned
Lucifer: Alright. We have just returned from the doctors, and it turns out MC has strep throat. So they cannot voice anything for at least two weeks.
Satan: Then we should probably get them something to help communicate. Like a notebook, or a dry erase board.
Asmo: Hold on! I have a better idea!! *Runs to his room*
Belphie: Anyone else feeling a bit anxious. ASMO, has an IDEA.
Mammon: Yeah, I'm not trusting this.
Asmo: *runs back holding a doll of some sort* This here is a mood octopus! One side has a happy face! But when you flip it, it has an angry face! We can just ask MC yes or no questions! Keep it simple.
Satan: I still think a dry erase board is much easier, but It's really up to you MC. You being the one having to use one of these.
MC: ..... *Takes the mood octopus* (It's cute)
Lucifer: Alright then, it's decided. Remember, don't make MC do anything vocal. It will only make them worse. MC, I would also like you to watch what you eat in the future. You can't have anything that's too strenuous on your throat. Understood?
MC: .... *Happy octo*
Lucifer: Good, you're all excused.
-next morning, during breakfast-
MC: *getting favorite cereal*
Satan: *snatches bowl immediately* I don't think so. These chunks will scratch your throat up more. You need to have something that will go down easier.
MC: ..... *Mad octo*
Satan: Be mad all you want, you still won't have it. I'll make you some of the creamy human food. I believe it's called Cream of Wheat.
MC: *repeatedly beats mad octo on counter* (I want my damn cereal! Beel is going to eat it!!)
Mammon: Alright, I'm going out!
Lucifer: Be back by dinner! I don't get into trouble!
Mammon: Wha-!? Of course I wouldn't get in trouble!
MC: *rushes to meet him at the door ready to tag along*
Mammon: uuhhhh... MC, I think you should stay here. You're sick remember? And who knows who will try to talk to you while we're out. And you being.....you, you'll be afraid that they will see you as rude and try to reply.
MC: ..... *Mad octo* (I won't talk to anyone! I just want some fresh air!)
Lucifer: I never thought I'd say this, but Mammon is right....... I REALLY thought I'd never say that.
Mammon: What the hell!?
Lucifer: You should stay here and rest, we can't afford you going out and getting worse.
MC: *swinging around mad octo* (Dammit! I'm getting cooped up!)
Lucifer: I don't care how upset you get, you're not going out. END OF STORY.
MC: ..... *Walks away to room*
-While the lot share a whole roasted havoc devil, you are stuck with tomato soup-
Beel: Guys, I feel kinda bad. This is their favorite.
Lucifer: Just ignore them Beel, they're trying to guilt you into giving them some.
Satan: MC, this is for your own good and you know it. That soup will help you.
Belphie: If it helps at all the meat is kinda dry, so it's not that great.....
Lucifer: We probably would've gotten better quality if someone hadn't decided to steal the food money and spend it on themselves.
Mammon: *nervously sweating* Ha ha... What a scumbag that guy must be.
MC: ........ *Sets down mad octo as they slowly eat* (all I wanted was a bite...)
-later that night in their room-
Levi: Hey! We can always play video games! That always cheers you up!
Asmo: Don't they get pretty loud and aggressive when they play with you though?
Levi:..... Yeah that's true, they are a bit competitive.
Mammon: Then how about some gambling?! That always helps me when I'm down!
Belphie: That has never helped you. AT ALL.
Beel: ..... MC, are you ok?
MC: ........ *Angry octo*
Asmo: Of course you're not. That strep throat must be doing a number on you huh?
MC: (NO!! You all are fucking smothering me!!! I'm going insane!!)
Beel: In that case, we have to support them! Keep them company! Right?
Belphie: *nods* Yup.
Asmo: Of course!
Levi: I brought some movies to watch instead!
Mammon: I guess I got some time to spare for the human...
MC: ......(Guys ....I love you....but can I be alone for FIVE MINUTES!?!)
Lucifer: That plushie seems to be doing a good job.
MC: (No it's not!)
Lucifer: Make sure you don't lose it, cause what you did yesterday is going to repeat for the next two weeks. *Leaves*
MC: ....... *Bangs head against the wall repeatedly* ..... (I HATE THEM..... I love them! But I hate them!)
-two weeks go by-
Lucifer: Alright MC. After two weeks if keeping silent, how are you feeling?
MC: ....... *Happy octo*
Mammon: Uuhhhh MC, you know you can talk now right?
MC: ...... *Makes the octo nod*
Mammon: Then why.....?
Beel: Is their throat still hurting??
Belphie: It should be fine now though right?
Asmo: Satan, do your detective instincts tell you anything?
Satan: .... I can't help but feel like they're holding a grudge against us for trying to take care of them these past two weeks and are now giving us the silent treatment.
Mammon: But what did we do wrong!?
Lucifer: MC, care to answer?
MC: ...... *Angry octo*
Lucifer: *sighs* Looks like we're not done with the octopus just yet...
Again, SO sorry how long this took. I loved the idea SO much that I wanted to come up with an equally good idea, but unfortunately this was the best that I could come up with not wanting to make you wait any longer.
I hope you all enjoyed regardless, please inform how it could've been better - cause I know it could've been
▸ mammon x reader
▸ 1.8k words
▸ mutual pining (ft. immature bickering)
▸ i got that chat where the brothers found mammon’s drawing of him and mc on the blackboard and missing mammon hours intensified
mammon’s been preoccupied all day writing, or perhaps drawing, something, so you come along to take a look
“whatcha doin’ there mammon?”
mammon startles at the sound of your voice, shoulders shooting up to his ears as he hurriedly yanks the piece of paper he was so secretly scribbling on out of your sight before you can take a peek. he crumples the sheet in his fist without hesitation, eyeing you so cautiously that you think he might even try to swallow it whole if you attempted to reach for it.
“doesn’t look like nothing to me.”
“it ain’t any of your business!”
it’s the way he’s acting so nervous, bashful even, that makes you want to tease him even more. after all, what better opportunity is there to poke fun at the great mammon when he has hold of something that he so clearly doesn’t want you to see?
when mammon notices your quick glance towards his closed fists—the way the corners of the crumpled up paper peeks from between his knuckles—he immediately hides his hands behind his back.
“what’re ya lookin’ at? get outta here.”
it’s with a slightly devious smile that you wordlessly lunge forward instead, stretching your arm out to reach behind him and blindly grab whatever he’s hiding. but mammon moves just as quickly and instead of slipping your hand into the loop of his arm, like you intended, you accidentally jab his side instead, causing the demon to flinch suddenly.
“ack—” he yelps, “s-stop that! not there!”
you pause, taking a moment to process the momentous discovery you just made. the smile on your face has not left your lips. “hold on, is that... are you ticklish—”
“nuh-uh,” he says, quickly jumping to his own defense. but the way he’s now sticking his arms closely to his sides, protecting his ribs, says otherwise.
it’s not what you intentionally planned, but the discovery works to your advantage anyway. with mammon so focused on keeping you from tickling him again, you take the opportunity to quickly swipe the crumpled up piece of paper from his loose fist.
mammon’s reflex is to grab you by the end of your shirt but you dash away immediately, a childlike gleam in your laugh as he chases after you. it’s funny how immature both you and mammon can get, like you’re both always ready to stoop to a lower level just to meet the other. lucifer would have a fit if he found you and mammon running down the hall like this, but it’s no matter when he’s not around.
however, even though you expended all your energy trying to get away from him, you don’t get far enough away to check what he was writing on that paper. mammon eventually catches up, and, thinking that it was the only way to stop you, leaps forward and crashes head first into your body, sending the both of you tumbling to the ground.
what follows is a bit of a struggle and a fight; mammon trying to grapple the piece of crumpled paper back and you, unnecessarily defending it with your entire life. at some point, knowing that mammon is purposely holding his strength back, you knock him over, rolling him onto his back, pressing against his shoulders as you’re about to push yourself up to your feet.
but mammon retaliates just as easily, pulling you down and turning the tables, now towering over you with a triumphant smirk. he pins your hands to the sides of your head, one knee sitting between your thighs as he holds his weight up.
“hah! i win!” he says triumphantly, forgetting that the point of the struggle was that piece of paper still in your hold. you’re still laughing like this, writhing under him.
when mammon slightly tightens his grip, your laughter begins to cease and mammon smirks, lowering his face down to yours. “not so funny now, eh?”
you stop laughing only because you realise you’ve been looking up at him wide-eyed, thinking just how handsome the smile he has on right now is. the closer his face gets, the more you feel his warm, ragged breath—tired from the sprint and wrestle, no doubt—fanning across your nose and cheeks.
he’s so close to you, and you to him, that the thought itself causes a flare to overtake your face, heat spreading to the tips of your ears.
"my, my, you guys sure are taking PDA to the next level!” you crane your neck to see asmo sauntering up to you, somewhat thankful to see him, but also concerned because of that smug look on his face. “i’m a little offended you didn’t invite me!”
at the sound of asmo’s voice this time, mammon immediately throws himself off of you, blush rising up his neck and cheeks. he’s committed to keeping a two-meter distance from you while also stumbling and mumbling, “it’s not what it looks like, asmo! i was just tryna take back something that was mine!”
asmo raises a brow, lifting up a crumpled paper ball in his dainty palm. “this?”
you gasp at the sight, eyes ping-ponging back and forth between your empty hand and the piece of paper that is now in asmo’s possession. the younger demon then does what you sought to do from the beginning, uncrumpling the paper before mammon can stop him.
“hmm,” asmo holds the sheet up to show you, easily swatting away mammon’s attempts to snatch it back. “what do you think? it’s a picture of you.”
a picture was an overstatement; it was a stick figure with your name written underneath it that was conjoined, at the stick-figure arms, to another stick dude, but the name underneath rubbed out. towering over the two figures appears to be a big umbrella.
“is that supposed to be you, mammon?” asmo asks, pointing at the nameless stickie.
“nope, that ain’t my drawing.”
you always wonder how mammon can so easily lie through his teeth with such a straight face. you want to remark that you red-handedly caught him drawing on that exact sheet of paper just before all this commotion, but you realise that doing so would only acknowledge mammon was drawing a picture of you two, and thus, also make you a target for the demon’s teasing.
moreover, this wasn’t what you had in mind when you first noticed mammon trying so hard to stealthily scribble something out of everyone’s sights. you figured he was simply drawing up another plan to make “easy money” to pay off his debts or something.
asmo sighs, “you just said this was yours though?”
“dunno what you’re talkin’ about,” mammon shrugs.
“well, i thought it’d be something more juicy but here,” asmo takes you by the hand, helping you up from the floor while also placing the paper in your palm. “for you!”
asmo gets a call on his D.D.D and waves you ‘see you later’ while he picks it up. mammon, too, looks like he wants an excuse to run away as soon as it’s just the two of you again, and with a brief glance at the drawing you’re now holding—noticing a small heart between the two stick figures—you want to run away as well.
“uh,” mammon begins to say, scratching the back of his head. he’s suddenly acting so unusually shy that you want to tease him for it, but can’t because you’re in the same boat. “lemme just throw this in the bin for ya.”
stiffly, you pull the piece of paper just slightly out of his reach, like it’s now your turn to get defensive. “i- um, i want—i’m going to keep it.”
“what- what do you mean why?” you sputter, a series of unintelligent excuses spilling from your mouth. at least mammon is confident when he lies, you’ll give him that. “i just want to keep it. does there have to be a logical reason for me to do so? why are you always questioning me, mammon?”
“what?! i’m not—”
“—what do you want me to say, huh? that i think it’s cute?”
mammon blinks, clearly surprised at the way you’ve become flustered. his cheeks must be blushing like crazy with the way he hides his face from you, but you can’t really tell either when you’re also trying to avoid his gaze and stare only at the ground.
“whatever. it’s trash anyway, do what ya want with it.”
“i will!” you retort, stomping away with utter irritation and ignoring anything else mammon had to say.
stupid demon, stupid mammon, is all you can think, but you know deep down that you don’t really have a tangible excuse for feeling this way. it’s not like mammon did anything. you bring a hand up to your chest, feel your heartbeat still erratically thumping, like it might just burst through your skin!
you look over at the drawing again, peering closer to find the remnants of the letter ‘m’ under the nameless stick figure. you don’t know anyone else with that initial, so it had to be mammon. but what does that even mean! and why is there a heart between the two stick figures?
suddenly, a hand touches your shoulder and in your state of over-alertness, you whack the limb away immediately, just about ready to scream if it came to it.
when you register who it is, you let out a sigh of relief. “oh, it’s you levi.”
levi pouts pitifully, shaking his hand weakly. “remind me not to ever sneak up on you like that again.”
“sorry about that, i thought you were mammon.”
“what did he do now?”
you wave a dismissive hand, “nothing important.”
never really being one to pry, levi just shrugs. “oh hey, actually i’ve been looking for him. this new shop opened up in town where you can bring a sketch or drawing of anything and they’ll print it onto whatever you want! how cool is that?! your own designs slapped onto a pillow, a plate, a shirt, a shampoo bottle—”
“a shampoo bottle?” you snort.
“yeah! they’ve got tons of options! anyway, mammon said he’s been working on a sketch all day today to bring to the shop. so, have you seen him?”
the single sheet of paper in your hand starts to feel heavy for some reason, and you slowly move to hold your arms behind you. “um, he went back to the house of lamentation, i think.”
“oh, okay. thanks!”
could that be what this drawing is for? you look at it once more: two people holding hands while somehow sharing an umbrella. your fingers curl like you’re about to crumple it up again and toss it into the bin as mammon wanted, but it’s like you physically can’t. instead, you fold it up neatly in two and slip it into your pocket.
when you return to your room, you open up your memory box and slip it in, letting mammon’s drawing join your other little trinkets and souvenirs. it might make mammon happy to know that a lot of the things in that box were actually from times that you shared with him, but you’d never reveal that to him.
at least, not anytime soon.
MC: I am a Barbie girl
Asmo: in a Barbie wooooorld~
MC: *smirks* see, Solomon. Asmo knows the song
Solomon: seems I've lost a bet
MC: yeah pay or cry
THE BOYFRIEND GUIDE 101
you have found the personal guide of the Avatar of Pride as he navigates through his relationship with his dear human. beware, don’t let him find out that you’ve been snooping around and find this in your hands. or else, he might punish you for it <3
genre: fluff, angst, romance, e2l au | rating & tw will be mentioned in each respective drabbles
AUTHOR’S NOTE. i will switch between writing in x reader and x oc form for the drabbles since it’s based on my oc’s story in devildom. so, it might contain things from my own headcanons and etc., and might not be consistent with the canon story. also, i write this with a female!oc in mind. if pronouns are used, it will be listed on each respective drabbles’ details. hope you enjoy!
p.s. the events in the drabbles aren’t necessarily in chronological order. if you’re confused, feel free to send in asks!
#1. SWEETS AND SNACKS ARE POWERFUL NEGOTIATING TOOLS MAKES THEM HAPPY
#2. SPEND TIME TOGETHER (MIGHT SEE INTERESTING HUMAN EXPRESSIONS)
#3. NEVER UNDERESTIMATE
#4. SOMETIMES MERELY LENDING AN EAR IS ENOUGH
#5. ALWAYS BRING AN UMBRELLA
#6. COMING SOON. . .
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Mammon: Hey MC, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean?
MC: I don’t know, love you, talk to you later.
Mammon: Ok, love ya too, I’ll just ask Satan.
I been seeing a lot of posts saying that they hope that the female student won't be a rival to the MC and I saw many of posts replacing Mammon (poor boy) with the new female exchange student, and I just remembered a thing everyone who reads seems to like and I couldn't stop thinking about it lmao