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trinidaddy888 · 5 months

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Fridge Mission

Lucifer needs your help. Beelzebub has been eating everything from the fridge and Lucifer trusts that you can stop him. You try and give Beel something else he can eat. >;)

Rating: Explicit 18+

Characters: Beelzebub, Reader, MC

Ship: Reader x Beelzebub

Genre: Smut

Tags: Smut, gender-neutral reader (but reader wears a bra lol), race-neutral reader, oral sex, vaginal fingering.

A/n: This idea started as a joke months ago every time I get the Obey Me notification. This is the first smut I've ever written and published, so please be nice. This took months only because I kept getting embarrassed by this and didn't think it was being written well. I decided that I no longer cared if it would be good or not and wanted to have fun writing this and test the deep waters of smut. Check it out on AO3.

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“I need your help,” says Lucifer.

You and he are in his den, one afternoon. Earlier, he texted you and asked you to meet him to discuss something important. He did not clarify and you hoped he would now that he’s right in front of you.

“Help with what?” you ask, curious as to what he could possibly need help with. He is one of the greatest, most powerful demons in Devildom. What could he not handle himself?

“Well,” he starts, “Beelzebub has been eating all the food in the fridge. Every day at 12 pm or 6 pm he is in front of the fridge, eating everything he can get his hands on. It’s taxing on our food budget and some days we are left without dinner.”

You remember the days when Lucifer opted to order take-out meals for you and the brothers rather than welcome a home-cooked meal from whoever was on cooking duty for the day.

“Are you sure, I can convince him to stop?” you ask, “Once he gets to eating, it’s hard to stop him.”

“Beelzebub has grown attached to you and I feel that you can be his voice of reason. He has certainly failed at listening to my requests to stop. I believe that a more trusted friend, one that he has a pact with, can finally stop him. Please prevent Beelzebub from eating everything.”

“Well,” you say with a shrug, “I’ll try my best. I doubt I’ll do anything useful to stop him, but I’ll try my best.

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You stand by the fridge, checking your watch. It’s 5:57 pm. Beelzebub would be in the kitchen soon and you’ll have to stop him. You have no plan. You figure that the best way to stop him would be to find the cause of the problem. But is there a reason behind him devouring the whole fridge at the times Lucifer mentioned? Beel is the Avatar of Gluttony so there could just be no discernible reason for his cravings.

“Hey,” say Beel, interrupting your thoughts.

“Hey,” you say back to him, “How’s it going?”

He towers over you. Most of the brothers do but his height even outmatches Lucifer’s.

“Uh… Fine,” he says, seeming confused by the conversation, “Do you mind moving out of the way?”

“Why?” you ask, feigning innocence, “Do you need something?”

“I’m hungry,” he says. He wasn’t being pushy, he just stated it as if it was a fact. “I just want a snack.”

“A snack or the whole fridge? Lucifer told me what you have been doing.”

“A whole fridge’s worth of food is a snack,” he says with a shrug.

“Don’t you think you should leave some food for me and your brothers?” you ask, raising an eyebrow, “Satan has to cook dinner and needs the ingredients.”

He moves closer, placing his hand against the fridge, arm stretching over you.

“I can make you move,” he says, something dark in his voice.

You realize that he's trying to seem threatening, but you know him well enough and trust that he will not hurt you. Still, there was something sexy about the way he said it.

“Then make me,” you challenge.

He stares you down, quietly and you stare right back up at him, crossing your arms.

He sighs, backing off. You can swear you see him blush but you’re not sure.

“Fine,” he says, defeatedly, “you win.”

You smile.

“Hey, I have snacks in my room,” you offer, “Human world snacks and I’ve been meaning to repaint my nails. Why don’t you join me?”

His face remains neutral but you see something light up in his eyes.

“Okay,” he gives in.

In your room, you sit him down at your desk and bring over a side chair to sit next to him. You already have the tools, nail polish and nail polish remover for the manicure set on the table. You grab his hand and start to remove his nail polish with a cotton ball soaked in nail polish remover.

With his hands in yours, you notice how big his hands are. The first time you realized how big they were was on your waist when you and he cuddled once. That was the night you shared your room during a Devil Dish Bake-off binge with some snacks.

That night made you see him less like one of the youngest brothers with a hefty, destructive appetite and more like a soft, tender demon. After you both shared so much over the months since the Belphie incident, you also became closer as friends. Friends. Which is why you can not think of what it would feel like for those large hands to explore you.

“So,” you begin, waving away the intrusion of curious thoughts, “As the Avatar of Gluttony I know you can’t resist eating a lot, but Lucifer told me that your urge to eat everything out of the fridge was fairly recent. Do you know why?”

“I get extra hungry when I’m trying to distract myself from something,” he says, avoiding your gaze.

“What are you trying to distract yourself from?” you ask, switching to filing his nails, “And are you still hungry?”

He’s silent. He gazes at you and then looks down at the hand that you were manicuring.

“I can’t say,” he finally says, “It’s a secret. And, yeah, I’m still hungry.”

“Yeah, and it’s a secret that affects the whole House of Lamentation,” you say pointing the nail file at him, “Now spill it.”

“It’s a secret about someone… I want.”

“Oh, that’s juicy!” you exclaim with delight, “Who? Someone I know? Come on, tell me.”

He looks up at you, eyes smoldering

“It’s you… That I want.”

“Me?” You are perplexed. You stop filing and are now gawking at him. “What about me could possibly drive you to eat an entire fridge’s worth of food.”

“It’s something you would not like the answer to, trust me,” he says looking down at his hand again. And you noticed that his cheeks and ears were red.

You think for a moment. Lucifer’s plea to stop Beel from eating everything swims in your mind. Maybe you don’t want to know but you have a mission.

“Whatever it is,” you say, “I can handle it.”

“Fine. It’s… Well, you’re human and you smell good, so it makes me… Well, this is hard to say out loud…”

“I make you hungry?! I know you all threatened to eat me at first when I got here, but damn! If cleaning out a fridge is what it takes to stop...”

“No,” he cut you off, now looking right at you, “You make me horny.”

Silence fell between the two of you. You were in shock. You?! But you’re human. Surely there are many hot demons out there that he wants to fuck, instead.

“Are you sure? You feel that way?” you ask slowly, “When did this start?”

He moves closer to you, staring with intensity.

“I think it started when we shared your room that one time,” he says, “We cuddled and the smell of you drove me crazy. I thought I wanted to eat you but...” He trailed off. The rouge shade of his cheeks deepen

“You thought so, but what?” you ask, urging him to continue.

“I got a boner,” he croaks.

“Oh…okay,” you say, voice high pitched, “I guess this is context for why you avoided me for a week after we cuddled. I thought I made you uncomfortable.”

And it is context for what you felt when you both spooned. You thought it was a candy bar in his pocket.

“No!” he exclaims, “I just didn’t know what I would have said to you if we were left alone. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship with… my needs.”

He looks embarrassed. It’s kind of…cute.

“Nothing you say will ruin our friendship,” you reassure him.

“Really?”

“Yes, I promise. Besides, I can’t say I’ve never thought of you that way, either. I mean, look at you. You’re so ripped.”

“I do work out a lot.”

You laugh. “It shows.”

“I think it’s my turn to file your nails,” he says, grabbing your hand.

He starts filing your nails.

“I wonder about you guys here in the House of Lamentation. Besides Asmo, do you guys get laid? Because if so, I’m not aware of it.

“I can’t speak for everyone else, but for me, it’s been a while. Lucifer made a curfew for us ever since he caught Mammon gambling at casinos late at night.”

“That sucks,” you say, and you really did feel bad for him and his brothers.

“What about you?” he asks, voice lowering a couple of octaves.

“Honestly, not since I left the Human World. And everyone besides the angels and Solomon has been a threat to even consider getting with them. It’s sad because I thought demons would be good at things like that. Maybe I have those expectations because I’ve never had good head from a human before.”

“Want to change that?” he asks. He is staring at you, his gaze longing and lustful.

Your heart thumps. Did you hear that right? His expression is serious and deep with longing.

“W…What?” you sputter.

“I said, do you want me to change that?” he repeats, voice husky and moving even closer.

Shit. You have been dreaming about this since coming to Devildom and the offer comes so easily from one of the hottest demons in Devildom? You can’t possibly pass up the opportunity.

“Yes,” you say breathlessly.

He gazes at you, with deep passion and pulls your hand to his mouth and kisses it. He traces his tongue from your wrist, to your fingers, stopping to lick them. His tongue is gentle but firm. His mouth felt so good. You bite your lower lip and close your eyes, imagining if it would feel just as good if he did the same to your cunt.

He rolls his chair over to you and his mouth is covering yours, tongue brushing over your lips until your mouth falls open. He kisses you, mouth hungry to taste all of you. And you let him, running your fingers through his honey-orange hair. His lips are surprisingly soft for someone as strong as him.

“Can we take this to my bed?” you ask, pulling away.

Wordlessly, he does as he’s asked, promptly lifting you to his chest and carrying you to your bed. He puts you down, your back resting against your bed frame, and climbs over you.

He kisses you again, tongue exploring your mouth even further. His kiss is powerful but gentle. You’ve never been kissed like this by a human or anyone before this. You lean into him, your tongue, following his lead, allowing yourself to taste him. His tongue brushes over your bottom lip before he bites it. It stings a little but in exactly the way you liked. His kisses travel to your neck, tasting the salty-sweet flavour of your sweat, licking, sucking and biting to his heart’s content, enjoying the taste. You can feel your pussy revel at the feel of his touch, wanting and wishing for more.

He pulls away for a moment, to undo your button-down shirt which you shrug out of throw onto the floor. His large hands grace your back and unhook your bra band. Your bra slides off to your waist, revealing your bare chest, much to his delight. He takes in the sight, smiling devilishly. You wonder what he was thinking.

He takes one breast to his mouth and fondles the other with a free hand. He fondles them, gently.

“Rougher,” you demand. He grabs them, kneading them with his hand and squeezes your nipples between his index finger and thumb. You whimper at the sensation and push your chest harder into his hands. He squeezes harder, testing which pressure gathers a moan from you.

You moan and with the other breast, he traces his tongue over the edge of your areola before flicking over your nipple. He bites and tugs your nipple and then sucks. His mouth is warm and wet. You haven’t had your tits sucked since being in the Human World and experiencing it now after the long absence of touch was nearly enough to make you unravel. You feel your body shudder from pleasure and you realize that you’re panting.

Your clit aches to be touched, too. You move your hand to your pussy and start rubbing your clit with your fingers, trying to please the parts of your body that ached for attention.

He notices your attempt to please yourself, says, “Here, let me,” and he frees his hand from your breast.

He licks his fingers and slides his hand under your pants, finding your clit. There was no clumsy fumbling to find its exact position. He just knew. You wonder if it was that your previous partners were just that bad. Or did Beel’s thousands of years being alive give him an edge?

“Oh,” he smirks, “You’re wet, that fast?”

You cover your face, feeling embarrassed.

“Yes,” you say, “It’s been a while. And you’re doing… a good job.”

He grins up at you and moves his face down to your breast again to suck.

He uses his index and middle fingers to play with your clit. His hands are rough and your body invited the texture. It was a simple motion and it did the job, eliciting breathy gasps from you.

His lips move south, kissing your solar plexus, down to your navel. You ravel in his kisses, feeling like your body was born for his mouth.

He stops kissing your body to look up at you and says, “I want to taste more of you. Can I?”

You nod, wordlessly.

He smiles and moves to pull your pants down. You adjust to make it easier for him to do this and watch him throw your pants to the floor. He kisses your tummy and then stops to tug at the waistband of your panties with his teeth and pulls them off.

He kisses your thigh and moves one of his thumbs to your clit and rubs. You gasp and press your body into his touch. His kisses lead up to your upper inner thigh and he pauses to take in the sight of your cunt, captivated by what he sees.

“You’re gorgeous,” he says, desire in his voice.

You blush and say, “Thank you.”

He leans in and puts his mouth on your throbbing clit and starts to flick his tongue on it. His tongue is firm and wet. He starts slow, circling the outside of the apex, teasing you. You breathe deeply.

With being wet, his index and middle fingers slide into you easily. You take them in for a few inches, noticing how large his fingers are.

He passes his tongue over your clit and curls his fingers inside you. You feel the pressure on the front of your vagina, on your g-spot.

He licks and pumps his fingers inside you slowly. You figure that he was testing the motion that you would like

“Faster,” you command.

He does as he asks and starts sucking, too. With that addition, you feel yourself unravel. You grip the sheets, moaning. Uncontrollably, you grind into his fingers and face, yearning for more.

You look down and realize that he’s looking right up at you, eyes lustful. It was as if he was enjoying looking at you respond to him. You’re so lost in his eyes that you don’t realize that you are approaching a climax.

You cum, feeling your body flooded with pleasure. You scream through the pleasure. You feel a dampness on your cunt and see your wetness on his face.

You see him start to remove his face from you.

You put your hand on his head, fingers entangled in honey-orange hair and pull him closer to you.

“No!” you exclaim, voice breathless, “Don’t stop!”

He does as he is told. He licks, sucks, licks, sucks and fingers you until you cum again. You scream, voice starting to feel hoarse. You lay back, panting. He comes up and sits next to you. He stares at you, eyes focused.

“Are you okay?” Beelzebub asks.

You catch your breath and finally are able to speak.

“Yes,” you say grinning, “I’m excellent. Thank you.”

He grins back at you.

He leans in and kisses you. You can taste yourself on his mouth.

“We should do this again,” he says when he pulls away.

“We should…” you start and then come to a realization. “Wait! I didn’t get you off! I think we can start on your turn.”

“Well,” he says with an amused grin, “We can take a shot at it, if you want.”

You grab him by the collar of his tshirt and pull him closer in for another kiss.

And then suddenly there is a knock at the door.

“Dinner is ready!” you hear Satan shout.

You look down. You realize that you are completely naked and your thighs are covered in your own slick and thank the heavens that Satan is one of the few brothers in the House of Lamentation that actually knocks.

Beelzebub frowns. “Damn.”

“Hold on, Beel,” you say, surprised at his dismay, “Are you actually disappointed that food is ready? Weren’t you very hungry half an hour ago? What about the fridge you wanted to eat all of?”

“Well,” he says smiling, “I found something else to eat.”

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trinidaddy888 · 6 months

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Strictly Professional (Chapter 4)

After living with your family for most of your life, you finally get to move out and find an office job in Devildom. The cost of living is low and the income is high and you make Devildom your new home. But no one is nice to you and ignores you. Except for the white-haired, tall demon that works a few floors above you. You want to get to know him. You even get a crush on him. You want to ask him out but is that a good idea?

Characters: Mammon, Reader, MC

Ship: Reader x Mammon

Genre: Romance

Tags: Office romance, Office AU, Alternate Universe, Slow Burn, Eventual Romance, Reader character is not the MC who went to RAD but is a post RAD MC, Mammon has changed after going to RAD, I do not know if there will be smut in this so I’m tagging it T for now, fluff, gender-neutral reader, race-neutral reader.

A/n: I'm not sure how many chapters there will be but this is a multi-chapter fic. I thought of this while working at my office job and wished I had a coworker like Mammon to crush on. I think he'd make a good office worker because then he'd find a reason to try to work towards something. Check it out on AO3.

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Mammon is standing over your desk, looking down at you quizzically. He rests one of the cups on your desk and sips the other.

“What…what are you doing here?” you blurt out.

“Coffee,” he says, “I’m here to have coffee with ya.”

You look at the cup on your desk. You hold it and it’s hot to the touch. You sip it. It’s exactly the way you like to drink coffee. He remembered your conversations, after all.

“I mean, why are you on my floor? In my department?” you ask.

“You, uh, haven’t been around for two weeks,” he says and you notice his face has a tint of red, “Are you avoiding me?”

Yes.

“No… not at all,” you lie.

His brow furrows. “It sure looked like ya did just now on the first floor.”

Shit.

He takes his phone out of his pocket and hands it to you.

“Put your number in my phone,” he says casually.

You open your mouth to talk but nothing comes out. You were taken aback. You take his phone and quietly type in your phone number.

“And why am I doing this?” you ask as you type.

“We’re friends, aren’t we?” he asks, “Just wanted to make it official.”

You feel your face heat up. You look down at your shoes to hide your blush.

“Yes,” you finally say, “Friends.”

Friendship. That’s what you really wanted since moving to Devildom. With Mammon you would also like a bit more but this new advancement is fine, too.

“Listen,” he says, taking a seat at the edge of your table, “I really do work through lunch and can’t hang then but if you want, we can have coffee sometimes.”

You guess you didn’t hide your reaction to his no that well. Was he that perceptive? Or were you just that much obvious?

“I’d… like that,” you say, smiling.

He grins. “Great! Uh, well, now that we’re havin’ coffee, tell me some stuff about yourself. Stuff I don’t know.”

“What would you like to know?” you ask, “I’m an open book.”

“Well, why are you in Devildom? What made ya leave?”

“The cost of living is low and I get paid enough to actually live on my own. I also think I needed to shake things up. The Human world was getting pretty boring.”

“Oh,” he says raising a eyebrow, “the human world has been fun for me but maybe it’s because I ain’t from there. Devildom is pretty borin’.”

“Well,” you say, “It’s interesting getting to know the culture here. I do wish people here were nicer to me. I’m not sure if it’s the culture or if it’s because I’m a human.”

“It’s probably because you’re a human,” he alludes with a sigh, “I think a lot of demons still look down on humans. The student exchange program with angels and humans livin’ here went well but not everyone changed their opinions on humans and angels.”

With this new information, you’re not sure how to react. You guess that it makes sense why no one ever smiles at you or is polite. No one besides Mammon.

“If all of that is true,” you say, “Then why are you nice to me?”

He thinks for a moment and then says, “I went to RAD with humans and angels from the exchange program. I still mightn’t like the angels that much and I didn’t like one of the humans, but the other one was my friend. I used to feel the same way most demons felt about humans and I didn’t even like that one human at first, but we got so close. They were even my best friend at some point.”

Mammon was friends with a human before you? You thought you were the first human he knew but it made sense why he was so easy to be around.

“Do you still keep in contact with them?” you ask.

“Well…” he drawls, “Sorta. It got awkward at the end when before they went back to the human world.”

“Like how?” you pry.

“I’ll tell ya another time,” he says quickly and you swear you hear some sadness in those words, “Just not now.”

You realize that it might be a touchy topic for him and decide to let it go.

“Got it. Then why are you always working so late and working through lunch?” you ask. This question was the one that you always actually wanted to know.

“I’m in a lotta debt,” he says with a grimace after taking a sip of coffee.

That is surprising.

“Student debt?”

“No. Wait what’s that?”

“Debt you owe the government or private loan companies that paid for you to go to school.”

“What? No. That’s a thing? The Human World sounds terrible!”

You laugh. “Then who do you owe debt to?”

“Some witches,” he says, “And some demons. I got into a lotta trouble back in the day.”

“‘Back in the day’? You make it sound like you’re old,” you said, holding back a laugh as you sip your coffee.

“Yea, I’m like thousands of years old.”

And to that comment, you spit out your coffee.

“What?!” you exclaim, coughing.

Mammon laughs.

“Ya didn’t know that demons lived this long?” he asks with a grin, “Many of us in the office are over a hundred years old.”

This was news to you. You didn’t know how to feel about this. Mammon looked close to your age and it felt like he was, too. This, however, did not change the feelings you had towards him.

“I guess I’m always learning something new about this place and about you guys,” you say as you check your watch, “And with that, I should get to work.”

“Oh, right!” he exclaims, also checking his watch, “Time really flies, huh? I kinda don’t wanna go but we can do this again, right?”

“Right,” you affirm.

He grins at you and takes off towards the elevator.

“Same time, tomorrow?” he asks, nearly shouting from across the office as he presses the call button. This causes your supervisor to peek her head out of her office to glare at him.

“Yes!” you nearly shout back as he gets on.

He shoots you a thumbs up and with that he is gone.

You and Mammon have coffee nearly every day for a few weeks. The time is short but sweet. And when you are home, you text him and he texts you back. You don’t call him as you worry that would be weird. You usually save calls for people you’re close to.

You learn a lot of things about him. He has six brothers that all went to RAD with him. Lucifer was the oldest and gave him the most grief. Levi was the one that got on Mammon’s nerves the most and the rest, he was mostly okay with. He expressed that his brothers generally look down on him but otherwise show their love for him.

You tell him about your family and your human childhood, one that Mammon never had. You tell him about the family and friends that you left behind to chase financial security and independence. You express that moving out of your family’s house was a huge goal of yours that you had to achieve or you would go crazy and that living in Devildom finally made you feel like a real adult.

He tells you that’s been an “adult” for a long time but does not mention his childhood or what he even did before RAD. Maybe it was stupid to think, but you wondered if demons had similar childhoods to yours or if they were just created and were fully aware of the world. You do not ask him about his time before school. You assumed he’d share that information if he felt comfortable enough in your friendship.

With texting him and your morning coffee together, you still yearn for more. You want to pry and ask if he is taken or about any exes he had. When he mentioned being close to a human, there was a hint of loneliness in his voice. Was that human an ex?

You wonder when you and Mammon will be close enough to talk about these things. Will you have to make the first move to advance past coffee and texting about small stuff? What will this lead to?

You are still enamoured with Mammon but if the friendship deepens from just talking to being closer friends, would there be room for a romantic relationship? You weren’t even sure of the depth of your feelings for him.

He’s attractive. He’s kind. He has a great sense of humour. He’s easy to be around. You like being around him. You yearn to see more of him when you’re alone. Naturally, a crush would bloom from you for someone like that.

You did, however, not know anything deep enough about him to have more than a crush on him. But not knowing is part of why you wanted to get closer to him.

Another week goes by and your Monday starts with an email.

Season ’s greetings,

Hope you are all having a great day. There will be a Holiday party this coming Friday at the Pitch Fork Grand Hotel in ballroom 205. There will be games, drinks and food. You are free to bring a partner or plus one. I hope to see you all there and Happy Holidays!

Best,

Levardigus

CEO of Hellfire Industries

There was a Holiday party but for what Holiday? You never checked the Devildom calendar on your phone to know these things. With being so wrapped up in your work and letting Mammon take residence in your mind, you never stopped to think that Devildom even had Holidays.

You go through the motions of the week, taking calls from customers and replying to tickets in your queue. You don’t see Mammon this week. He texts you and tells you that this is a busy week and that his department was swamped with work before the Holiday but he doesn’t text you anything else.

You miss him and it’s lonely but you tell yourself that he will be free to see you again for morning coffee and send nightly texts. You decide time missing him will be better spent occupying your self with work.

And then, Friday finally comes.

You wake up much earlier than usual and try to dress nicely for once, opting to wear more jewelry and better shoes. You even spend extra time on your hair. You planned to spend this time trying to look good so that you don’t have to go home and change and go straight to the Holiday party after work.

You could not figure out what colour shirt to wear. For the December holidays in the Human world, most people wear specific colours. But this was in the middle of March and you still forgot to check which Holiday it was and didn’t search for the traditions surrounding it.

Black. You decide on black.

You want to look nice but not too nice. Will this seem like you’re trying too hard? Will it look like you’re desperate? Like you’re trying to seduce Mammon?

Seduce? What a joke. As if you could bag a demon like him.

You make it to work and note that Mammon is neither on the elevator nor at your desk to have morning coffee with you. You guess that he is still busy. You guess that you will see him at the Holiday party after work.

You remember that the email announcing the party on Monday mentioned that anyone could bring a partner or plus one. Partner? Is Mammon going to bring a partner? You still want to know if he’s taken. He is a hunk and it would be unsurprising if he is taken. But if he is, you’re not sure how you’d deal with the heartbreak.

You sigh and shoot him a text.

You ’re going to the holiday party, right?

He sends a text back moments later. You guess that meant he was finally finished with being swamped with work.

Holiday party? Laaaame. No. I ’m goin’ home.

You panic. You dressed all nice to impress him but he’s not even going. Should you go by yourself? You will look like a fool if you dressed nicer than usual just to go home but if you go alone you will have a terrible time. No one likes you and like Mammon said, demons do not like humans so it will be hard to make new friends.

You were hoping that this would finally be the chance you get to hang out with him outside of work.

He sends you another text.

Are you goin ’?

You respond.

I was going to go because it ’s my first ever Holiday Party but if you’re not going, never mind.

You see a reply bubble of him typing a text and it then it goes away. It starts up again as he starts typing and it goes away again.

You stare at your phone, waiting for him to type a response but there is no more of the chat bubble. You frown. You guess that he will respond when he’s able to.

You finish the work day after mulling in self-pity. You decide after thinking hard about it, that you will go home, open a bottle of wine and read fanfiction. You tidy up your desk and grab your bag and start to head to the elevator. And there is Mammon.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hey,” you say back, with surprise in your voice, “What’s…up?”

“I’m takin’ ya to the Holiday Party!” he grins.

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trinidaddy888 · 10 months

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Strictly Professional (Chapter 3)

Characters: Mammon, Reader, MC

Ship: Reader x Mammon

Genre: Romance

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Mammon. Mammon. What a good name. You’re thankful you’re blessed with this knowledge and thankful you finally had a conversation with him. You make sure you’re practically on the verge of missing the grace period to clock in every day moving forward.

If you’re late, you’re most likely going to see him. You’ve never been wrong because every time you’re late, you do see him. Most times, other people are there, taking the same elevator with the two of you but sometimes, it’s just you and him. How do make it so that it’s always just you and him?

When it’s just the two of you on the elevator, you ask him questions. Careful ones like, what game he’s been playing, what he does at work, how he likes his coffee (cream and six sugars) and other simple workplace talking points. You do not ask him if he’s single, if he wants to date you and if he’s ever been with a human before. You could never ask him that.

He also asks you questions. He asks what it’s like to experience Devildom for the first time as an office worker, spoiler free discussions on shows you’ve been watching and how you like your coffee. You like when he asks you things. You want more of his time and more conversation with him. You have no idea how to make it happen.

“You could, you know, just ask,” is what your best friend says to you after work when you tell them about Mammon over video chat, “You could just ask him to be your friend.”

“That’s… weird. You can’t just ask people at work to be your friend,” you say.

“I know you and I have been friends since, like, high school, but as an adult, you really gotta ask people to be your friend.”

“I’ll… try to make it happen naturally…”

“How? You refuse to even ask the demon for his phone number.”

You ponder.

“I’ll… Ask him to have lunch with me. But in a platonic way.”

“In a platonic way? Why does it have to only be platonic? Why are you afraid of nonplatonic implications?”

“I don’t want to scare him away. He’s the only person in this Hell hole who’s been nice to me. If I straight up ask him out, he’ll run.”

“And,” your best friend says, “if he does, he’s not worth your time.”

They’re right. They’re always wise when it comes to giving you advice on crushes.

“Okay,” you say, “I’ll just ask.”

You don’t ask him the next time you’re alone with him nor the time after that, but for the third time you finally muster up the courage to. He is complaining about the weekend he spent with his brothers. You wait for a lull in the conversation.

“So,” you say, “Mammon. Want to… have lunch with me?”

“Lunch?” he asks. It wasn’t a no.

“Today?” you ask. You are a bit proud of how you spoke without a stutter.

“I can’t,” he says, “I don’t have time off for lunch. I’m usually workin’ through my lunch breaks.” So now it was a no.

He works through lunch breaks? Was that true or was it a lousy excuse? You wanted to challenge his answer but it would be weird to do that to someone who is just a demon you talk to on the elevator. You pretend to look down at your phone to avoid revealing your crestfallen face. Silence hangs between the two of you.

“Sorry,” he says. And he really does sound like he means it.

You smile up at him. “It’s okay!”

The elevator is now at your floor and you get off without saying another word.

You avoid him for the next week and the week after. You make sure you are at work every morning, not just on time, but before anyone else arrives. Your punctuality is beyond perfect. You are more productive answering more emails and voice messages than you would if you were running late just to see Mammon.

You bury yourself in your work, answering every call that comes in and when there is none, you work on old support tickets. You work so hard that you even get a compliment from your supervisor whom you swore wanted to fire you.

Coming in early also has its perks. You get to the cafe closest to work before the morning rush. You’re less flustered and stressed out while working because you have more time to prepare before calls. And you get to leave early which meant no seeing Mammon on your way out.

It’s fine. It’s totally normal to work hard to avoid a guy who said no to you asking him out to lunch. That’s what normal people like yourself do. And your ruse works until one day you are standing in the first-floor lobby waiting for the elevator and hear a familiar voice calling your name.

It’s Mammon. He’s early for once and he’s stepping through the front door, holding cups of coffee and smiling at you. You book it to the stairwell and take the 5 floors up to your department. You are sweaty at the end of it, which is gross, but you manage to successfully avoid him. Did it go smoothly? No. Did you look like an idiot running away from him? Yes. But you are safe. You make a mental note to get here even earlier tomorrow.

You sit at your desk and lean back sighing. Why do you feel the need to avoid him? All he said was “I don’t have lunch,” not “I don’t want to have lunch with you.” He’s a nice guy, overall. You’re just overreacting. You did miss seeing him, though. You missed his smile. You missed the way he made you feel seen. Not a single person has made you feel seen since moving to Devildom.

“Oh, Mammon,” you sigh.

“Yeah?”

You look up and there Mammon is, holding two cups of coffee.

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Strictly Professional (Chapter 2)

Characters: Mammon, Reader, MC

Ship: Reader x Mammon

Genre: Romance

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You spend that night dreaming of the kind-hearted demon who gave you his umbrella. You wonder if you would see him again. If you do, you promise yourself that you would have a real conversation with him. You are not sure what Devildom social norms are but he seems friendly enough to oblige in conversation with you.

You wonder if your slight obsession with seeing him again is because of how lonely you feel in Devildom. You have no friends or family here. Just coworkers that find you incompetent and annoying. None of who you see yourself befriending in the future. You still video call your friends from the Human World but it was not enough to fill the aching void in your heart.

It could be all of that or… that you just wanted a relationship. Either way, you still need to make friends. Maybe you could start with the silver-haired demon. The insanely hot silver-haired demon.

Your commute to work this time is easy. No rushing. You even get to pick up some coffee from the closest cafe to work. You do not see the hot demon that morning but you hold out hope that you would see him again.

A week passes without seeing him until you are running late to work, again. And there he is in the first-floor lobby, waiting for the elevator. He’s sniffling. Maybe from a cold? You hope it wasn’t because he gave you his umbrella last week.

Much to your dismay, there are more people there, also waiting for the elevator. A woman says good morning to the hot demon, without mentioning his name and he replies with a smile and a “Good morning.” Would it be weird if you said that to him?

Once you all get onto the elevator, a conversation between the demon and the woman arises. They talk about work. You guess that they work in the same department. They make an inside joke about “strategy” and then you are completely lost on what they might do in their department.

You get off at your floor and make a note that you might see him more, the later you are. Maybe the next time you see him, you will get to ask for his name. It’s something so simple to ask but you do not know what asking for it would signal to him.

You go through the motions of the day, this day being better than you expected. And by the time you leave for the elevator, you feel a tad bit less burnt out than you usually would. You are happy to go home and enjoy streaming this week’s show of choice. You make it all the way to the train station and realized that you left your wallet back in the office.

Shit.

You might have left it on the desk when you took it out to buy a snack from the vending machine. You make it back to the office in a short, sweaty sprint and take the elevator to your department. You collect your wallet that’s lying on your desk, thankful that no one snatched it. You make your way to the elevator and press the call button.

And then, as if the heavens were blessing you twice, you see the demon again when the elevator arrives. He’s loosening his tie and sighing. He looks exhausted. He makes eye contact with you and smiles.

“Yo,” he says casually. Usually, in an office setting a hello would be more professional but you feel a bit special that he’s being casual with you.

With his tie loosened, you notice his long, elegant neck and the prominence of his Adam’s apple.

“Hi,” you say, boarding the elevator.

“You were working late today, too?” he asks.

“Not really,” you respond, “I just forgot my wallet. I made it all the way to the train station before I noticed I didn’t have it.”

“Damn.”

“What about you?”

“I had to put in some overtime to make the deadline for this project.”

“Damn,” you say, “That sucks. I hope it’s all worth it in the end.”

He grins. “It will be. I’ll be making extra bank by the next paycheck.”

“What do you do?” you ask. Finally, you get to ask. You’ve been making guesses all week as to what he did for a living.

“Financial management,” he says.

You think to ask what exactly that is but you feel you would look dumb if you did.

“What about you?” he asks.

“Uh… customer service. Not as cool, I guess.”

“No, that’s pretty cool. You can deal with total assholes with ease. Couldn’t be me.”

You laugh, “I wish I did. It stresses me out, still.”

The elevator reaches the lobby. You both make your way to the door.

“Well,” he said, “ Nice chattin’ with ya, but I gotta make my way to the train station.”

“Me, too.”

You both realize that you are walking in the same direction. This is interesting.

“I guess, we’re walkin’ together,” he says

You try to hide your grin. You’re getting to spend more time with him than you ever expected.

“What do you usually do when you get home?” you ask him.

“Usually, I play video games and then sleep. But tonight, I’m just goin’ straight to sleep. You?”

You tell him about your goal to finish bingeing the show you’ve been watching by the end of the week and he tells you about the latest video game he’s been playing. This continues until you both arrive at the station.

“What line are ya taking?” he asks.

“I’m taking the Belladonna line to out of town.”

“Ah, I’m taking the 6 line.”

You start walking to your respective tracks and then you stop.

“Hey!” you call out, “What’s your name?”

He turns around to look at you. He smiles.

“Mammon.”

You tell him yours.

He repeats your name, as if testing out how it felt to say it.

“Thanks for walkin’ me to the station,” he says

He heads off to his track and you stare at him until he is out of sight. You miss your train and have to wait the next half an hour for another one, but you do not mind it. When you slumber, you dream of Mammon again.

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Strictly Professional (Chapter 1)

Characters: Mammon, Reader, MC

Ship: Reader x Mammon

Genre: Romance

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Shit

You’re running late for work. It’s the first official day of work after they finally trained you for the job, and you’re late.

You have 5 minutes before you can leave to catch the train. You allocate that time to throwing on business casual attire that’s not ironed but less wrinkled than your other clothes, throwing on some shoes and shoving your reusable water bottle in your backpack, which you’d fill at work. You thank the heavens that you showered the night before. You step out the door, lock your apartment and walk swiftly to the train station.

You make it on time for the train and sigh with relief when you take a seat. You look through the window at the dark atmosphere of Devildom. You are starting to get used to it and getting used to being one of the few humans who lived and worked in Devildom.

Years ago Lord Diavolo started allowing humans and angels to work and commute to Devildom after the success of the RAD student exchange program. At first, humans were critical of traveling to literal Hell, but there were benefits to living and working there on a visa. You make a lot more money in Devildom compared to the human world and the cost of living is very low. You’re not sure of your long-term goals but for now, you knew you wanted out of your family’s house and to explore the novelty of Devildom until you made enough money to buy a place of your own in the Human World.

Demons are a bit scary to be around but there is a law allowing humans to live safely without fear of being eaten or abused. You hope that most demons would follow that, at least. So far with months of living there, you were fine.

You make it to the nearest station to work, making sure to gather your bag. You do not have time to grab coffee at the local coffee shop, so you will be getting the shitty drip coffee at work.

You trek the fifteen-minute distance to work, trying to avoid breaking a sweat and made it to the door. You are cut off by a demon taller than you but he holds the door open for you. You thank him and were given a, “It ain’t a problem” from him.

It’s a simple act of kindness and most demons let the door slam in your face. This is refreshing. You both make it to the elevator door and you push the call button. You finally glance up at him.

Holy shit. He’s hot. He’s a demon and you know you should not be seeing him in that way, but he was totally your type. He stands taller than you, busily tapping away on his phone to notice you. You observe his silver-white hair contrasting his light brown skin and his ocean-blue eyes with a hint of gold.

Ding.

The elevator’s here. You both step on and press the button for your respective department floors. Silence hangs between the two of you. Should you be talking to him? That would be weird, right? Talking to a complete stranger that does not even work on your floor? You let your thoughts on how to open a conversation with him swim in your mind and before you know it, the elevator stops at your floor. Wordlessly, you exit the elevator and the doors shut, leaving the hot demon in your memories. What would be the chances of seeing him again with how large your company was?

Your first official day of work is stressful. You work in the customer service department and every client you speak with over the phone is rude or just straight-up nasty. You wonder if it’s because they’re all demons. How can this be worse than when you worked in the retail industry in the Human World?

Nearly every call has to be transferred to your supervisor because they refuse to take the only plausible solution to their problem. Your supervisor becomes vexed with you and yells at you for not doing your job well enough to prevent the call escalations. This makes you spend your lunch break crying in the bathroom. Nothing prepared you for how terrible this day would be.

By the time you clock out, you are completely burnt out. You sit at your desk, head in your hands, taking a breather before your commute home. That’s when you hear the thundering and pelting rain.

Fuck.

You did not bring an umbrella. You did not even know you would need one in Devildom. You sigh. Can this day get any worse?

You get on the elevator, trying to mentally prepare to be drenched on the way to the train station. And there he is. The nice, hot demon from this morning. He has an umbrella in hand. Could this be a second chance?

You want to say something to him this time, but what?

“That rain is coming down real strong, huh?” you say.

Talking about the weather. Real creative.

He chuckles, “Yeah. First storm in a while.”

“I didn’t know that storms like this existed down here in Devildom. At least one of us has an umbrella.”

“Oh, you’re from the Human World? Yeah, someone should’ve warned ya.”

You laugh. “Yeah. But I guess it is what it is.”

The elevator arrives at the ground floor, now. You both step off and make your way to the exit. He stops.

“Here.”

He hands you his umbrella. You are surprised by his kindness.

“Are you… sure?” you ask slowly.

“Yeah! I mean, wouldn’t want ya first Devildom storm to drench ya, right?”

You smile. “Thank you!”

“No problem,” he says with a smile wide enough to show that his canine teeth were a bit longer than what you are used to.

You go to ask him his name but he is already running out the door and into the rain.

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Masterlist

Obey Me!

-You Wanna Smoke?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Epilogue

-Strictly Professional

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

-One Shots

Feels Like Home.

Fridge Mission (explicit/18+)

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Wow! I got a lot of notes on the last fic I posted and new followers! Thank you!

I also realized I forgot to put a warning that this blog will have 18+ writing in the future. I'm currently working on a smut fic and will probably post it later this month.

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Feels Like Home

MC and Mammon were in a relationship throughout the exchange program but things changed when the program ended. How did Mammon and MC deal with the long distance? Well, Mammon ghosted, leaving MC heartbroken. What was his reason?

Characters: MC, Mammon

Ships: MCxMammon

Genre: Romance Rating: T

Tags: Takes place after MC goes back to the Human World, Established relationship but they fell off for a while, Gender neutral MC, No Spoilers, Not beta read

A/n: I totally procrastinated on NanoWrimo to write this lol. This story is more serious than I intended. I was thinking about the heartbreak of leaving someone you were close to behind and this is what came of it. The ending is a bit rushed but I also have not written a romance fanfic in 16 years so please be nice!

The story is already posted to AO3 if you’d like to leave kudos and bookmark there! Thanks for reading!

I checked my watch. Mammon was 10 minutes late. After all this time, I wondered if he was going to flake.

It had been nearly a year since I left Devildom. All the time I spent there was some of the best years of my life. The best part was that I was with Mammon.

He was my first. My first demon to make a pact with, my first serious boyfriend and the first person who got me off. Our friendship in its early stages was difficult at first. I mean, bribing someone into a pact can easily make them hold a grudge against you for a while. But I grew on him and he on me. The so-called “scummy second born” demon turned out to be the most thoughtful person I have ever met. Until, that is, my exchange program ended.

Dating for years made us nearly inseparable and when we had to part, it was hard for us. Probably harder for him. At first, we kept up with messaging and calling each other every day. Then it turned to every few days, weeks and then nothing. He was the first between us to stop responding. At first, I thought he was in trouble or danger but when I asked his brothers if he was okay, they would say everything was fine.

It came as a surprise to me but the last thing he said to me was “This long distant thing is tough, MC.”

He always sounded like he was pained to be so far away from me even though he tried to hide it with a smile and the boastful misdirection of how “The Great Mammon” was never sad. Maybe he thought it would be easier to cut things off wordlessly but it sucked for me.

I cried the first time I realized that things were over. It was over when the brothers and Diavolo came to visit me and Mammon stayed behind in Devildom. When I asked them where Mammon was they awkwardly tried to change the subject and distract me from the pain they knew I would feel. I kept face until the day with them was over and I could break down into tears in my home. It took time to get over the heartbreak but there was always an emptiness in my heart.

And I lived with it until weeks ago when I got a random text from Mammon that said, “Yo, MC. Let’s hang.”

I was mad at first at the audacity to ghost me and then casually text me as if we had been in contact all this time. The temptation to reply with “No. Fuck you,” was there. But instead, I responded with, “Sure.”

I wondered if he was going to explain himself. Tell me why he cruelly ignored me and did not come to see me the countless times Lucifer and Diavolo chaperoned trips to the Human World to see me. Tell me why I suddenly became relevant to text again.

He gave me a time and place to meet him and told me that it would just be him and I and that Lucifer allowed him to come to the human world unsupervised. He did not tell me what he said to convince Lucifer of that, though.

I may never find out because he was late. Which may mean he’s not coming and I was being foolish. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Fuck. I said there would be no more tears over this demon.

“Hey! MC!” a voice with a familiar timbre called out from behind, cutting into my doubt.

I turned around to a smiling Mammon approaching me. He was taller than I remembered and his voice was deeper than I remembered.

“Hey,” I said back to him.

He leaned into to hug me and I didn’t resist. His familiar scent almost pushed me off the edge. But I didn’t hug him back. I did not know how to react to him anymore.

We obviously weren’t a couple anymore and he ghosted me for months. Were we allowed to hug each other? Or be cordial? I doubt we were still allowed to kiss.

As he pulled away from the hug, I looked at him, searching for answers without asking questions. He caught my stare and looked away clearing his throat.

“So,” he said, “Ya ever been to Lily and Frog Cafe?”

“No, but I’ve heard of them.”

At the cafe, he pulled out a chair for me and took a seat across from me.

I started to wonder if he had been there before. The cafe was a few towns over from where I lived but I never heard of it.

To be honest, I moved out of my parents’ place when I moved back to the Human World so even the town I lived in was new to me. Grieving the end of a serious relationship left me unable to do much exploring. I spent my waking hours burying myself in my day job and the rest consuming media to distract myself from the emptiness.

“Hi, there! Welcome to Lily and Frog Cafe! What can I get for you today?” said the waitress standing by our table.

I opened my mouth to speak and Mammon was already reciting my usual coffee order that I used to get on our dates. He ordered an Affogato for himself. He usually hated coffee, opting for soda or an energy drink as his drink of choice. But he loved sugar and a shot of espresso over some sweet ice cream was probably a perfect choice.

“So,” said Mammon after the waitress left to visit another table, “Tell me. How have ya been?

I glared at him. “You would know if you didn’t ghost me for 8 months.”

He sheepishly looked down at the menu with food orders.

“I promise ya, I have an explanation for that,” he said quietly.

“Bull shit,” I spat.

I made a promise to myself to keep calm and not show my feelings about the “break up” or whatever the fuck it was, but it was difficult with him acting like jack all happened. He sighed.

“Okay,” he started, “The truth is, I came here to apologize. Me not respondin’ to ya or visitin’ ya was very fucked up.”

“It was,” I agreed.

“But it was hard for me to be away from ya.”

“So, it was “hard” but it was then easier to create even more distance by completely ignoring me?”

He winced. “Look. I’m not good at… expressin’ my emotions. I’m not good at expressin’ when I’m hurt.”

“After all this time of being with me,” I say raising my voice, “you still can’t do some basic fucking communication?”

“Yes,” he admits, “But the point of me bein’ here is to do just that. ”

“Fine,” I say, crossing my arms. “Then explain yourself. Explain why you ignored me. Explain why you broke up with me.”

“Break up? We broke up?” he asked in shock.

“Mammon, when you ghost someone for more than a month, it’s practically over.”

He put his head in his hands.

“Right,” he said, “Time for humans moves differently. Listen, for me it…”

“Don’t start with that,” I say, cutting him off, “Don’t start with the excuse that time is longer for humans than it is for demons. You don’t ghost someone for more than a month when you’re in a relationship. Especially when nothing is wrong.”

He scoffed.

“Nothing was wrong? I was cryin’ every day. I stopped goin’ to class. Not even Lucifer’s threats scared me. I was a shell of the demon I used to be.”

“But you had me!”

“No. I didn’t. It’s not like you were miles away. Ya was in a whole other realm that I can’t be in.”

“Why didn’t you ask me to stay?”

“I…”

“Affogato and a…Sorry” the reappearing waitress said and paused when she realized we were arguing, “I can come back.

“No. It’s okay,” I say, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

I looked around. People were staring at us. Damn. We were so caught up in conversation that I forgot we were in a public place.

The waitress put our drink orders on the table and said, “Did you decide on food or would you like me to come back?”

“Yes,” said Mammon with a charming smile. A smile that might have scammed humans into relinquishing their possessions for millennia.

She blushed and nodded. She left us alone again.

“Okay,” he continued, “I couldn’t ask ya to stay for longer in a place you didn’t choose to be. I couldn’t do it. You’re human. You should not spend the rest of your life in literal hell.”

He was right. I hated how right he was. If he begged me to I would have stayed but it would not be feasible. And how long was our long-distance relationship going to last? Months? Years?

It was a struggle not being in his embrace or taking in his scent. Not kissing him was hard. Not making love to him was even harder.

“Fine,” I finally say, “I guess… I get it. I hate that you ignored me but. I get it.”

A small smile graced his lips. “Look, MC. I don’t expect ya to forgive me and I know ya don’t see me as a boyfriend anymore but I want you in my life.”

“I wanted you in mine,” I say, “That’s why I’m hurt. I was so sad and just so…”

“Angry?” he said with a knowing smile.

I smile back at him.

I wasn’t ready to fully forgive just yet, but I was starting to.

After we had our meal, we decided to go for a walk in the park and caught up with what each other missed. We got ice cream and as usual, he ordered for me before himself, remembering what I liked.

I told him about work drama, time spent with my parents and activities I did with my old friends. He told me about RAD and the silly antics he and the brothers would get up to. Apparently, after dealing with depression his brothers helped him get back to his old self. It felt like it was getting back to old times. Like a date. Was this a date?

Mammon paused mid-sentence to glance at me.

“You got some sprinkles on ya chin,” he said with observing eyes.

I rubbed my chin and he shook his head.

“No, no. Not there,” he said and he reached and wiped it off me with his thumb.

He then licked his thumb. I gawked at him and he grinned. I forgot how bold he had become. At the start of our relationship, he got easily flustered but he changed as he got more comfortable around me.

“I could have just used a mirror from my bag,” I said with an annoyed voice trying to cover up a laugh.

He wordlessly shrugged and ate his ice cream, still grinning.

I snuck a few glances at him. He was just as hot as the last time I saw him. Maybe even hotter. When we video chatted after I left for the human world, his beauty still shone through the screen but it was a fraction of that in person.

“So, uh,” he said, “Did you start seeing anyone after I… ghosted ya?”

“No,” I said quickly. Maybe a little too quickly.

He grinned but then tried to hide with a cough.

“And, obviously,” he said, “I didn’t start seeing anyone. In my eyes, we were still together.”

“Hmm,” I hummed. I didn’t know what to say to that.

“I missed ya, MC,” he said, “So much. Like a lot.”

I wanted to say, “Then you could have talked to me if you did” but I felt like that would be childish so I said nothing and let the silence hang between us. Maybe I didn’t understand his weird way of coping with missing me. Maybe it was a demon thing or a Mammon thing. I certainly didn’t have a romantic or sexual relationship with any other demon beside him to know.

Although, he is a lot better at showing love in person compared to when we first knew each other. I wonder what his current expectations were. Did he think we were going to get back together? Surely he didn’t think it would be as easy as hitting me up and buying me coffee and ice cream. Did I want to get back together? This was a lot to think of and I didn’t want to be in this head space.

“MC,” he said breaking the silence, “I got something to tell ya. I…”

“Mammon,” I said, cutting him off, “It’s getting late.”

I couldn’t let him say anything else about what we felt for each other out loud.

“It’s only 5 pm,” he said after checking his phone.

I remembered that he set the time on his DDD to match the time in my location in the Human World. I guess he never changed it.

“Yes, but,” I said, “I have work tomorrow and I have chores and meal prep that I need to do before the weekend is officially over.”

His brow furrowed with disappointment.

“Yeah, uh, okay,” he said, “Lemme take ya home.”

He took the bus with me back to my place. On the way, home, we rode in silence. And when we got off at the nearest stop to my apartment, we walked in silence.

What else was there to say? We argued about him ignoring me. We caught up on our respective life events. But we couldn’t tell each other anything else. Telling him that I still loved him would put me in a position where there would be expectations to be his partner again. Telling him that I still wanted him would force him to be back in my life and I didn’t know if I wanted him there.

We finally got to the front of my apartment.

“Well,” I say, “This is my place. Thanks for today. It was nice to catch up.”

His gaze bore into me. His deep ocean-blue eyes met mine with an unreadable expression.

“Well,” he finally says, “I hope we can be friends again. Or somethin’.”

Friends? Could we go back to being friends after all that we’ve been through? Could it even be that easy?

“Friends,” I say as if testing out how the word felt, “Yeah, that is manageable.”

“I promise,” he says with a smile, “that I won’t be a total asshole this time.”

I laughed.

“I hope not. Well… Bye, Mammon.”

“Yeah,” he says, “Can I hug ya?”

“Oh, sure.”

He embraces me and this time I hug him back. The hug is longer than expected and I bury my face into his chest to capture his scent in my memory. He still smelled like cologne and the slight smoky scent of Devildom. He holds me tight.

We pull away but his hands are still holding my shoulders. He was looking at me with sadness and longing in his eyes. I look down, avoiding his gaze but I do not tell him to let go of me. I wasn’t ready to part either.

“MC,” his voice says, deep with longing.

I look up at him. He cups my face with his large hands. Succumbing to my instincts, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into a deep kiss. He pulls me even tighter against his body, hands settling to the small of my waist. My fingers run through his soft, pearl-white hair and our mouths explore each other with hunger.

Being close to him made me remember that I wanted this. I always wanted this. I missed this. But was this a good idea?

I pulled away and backed away from him

“What’s wrong?” he asked, breathlessly.

“I can’t do this,” I say, shaking my head, “This is all so confusing. We can’t be together.”

“Is it ‘cause of how I treated ya?” he asks with worry, “I wish I never did what I did. I still love ya.”

My cheeks are met with the unwelcome wetness of my tears. Why would he say that?

“Mammon,” I choke, “I… still love you, too. But you were right. I can’t live in Devildom. If it was hard for you to be away from me how would we survive as a couple.”

“MC, that’s what I wanted to tell you before. That’s why I came. I spoke to Lucifer and he said he’s willin’ to let me live in the human world… Well, if I don’t go back to scammin’ humans like I used to. He said he saw how sad we were apart and would let me be with ya here. ”

I was shocked. “ What?”

“I mean,” he said quickly, “If… you want me to, that is.”

“I want you to,” I say without thinking.

His face erupts into a grin as he grabs me, lifts me off my feet and spins me around. We kiss again.

Maybe I was rushing into being with him again but to me, being with him felt more like home than the Human World.

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You Wanna Smoke? (Epilogue)

Chase runs out of weed and must go to the human world to get more. How will they manage? And who will they be smoking weed with? Find out in this self-indulgent fic about my Obey Me blunt rotation.

Characters: MC, Mammon, Lucifer, Thirteen, Diavolo, Asmodeus, Simeon, Beelzebub, Solomon

Genre: Slice of Life

Tags: Marijuana, Recreational Drug use, No romance just bros being bros, No Spoilers

A/n: I had a blunt rotation list for Obey Me characters that I’d like to smoke weed with and I decided to make it into a story. The full story is already posted to AO3 but I wanted to keep a writing tumblr for all my stories. The previous chapters had art but I got lazy from this point on and stopped drawing lol.

This is the final chapter to this fic! Hope you enjoyed the entire fic!

Story Index

Mammon and I stood outside Solomon’s door.

After I knocked, a gentle voice called out, “Come in!”

As we entered the aroma of oregano hit our noses. It smelled delicious, but then I remembered that Solomon doesn’t use oregano to cook. Mammon and I found Solomon sitting at his desk, reading a spell book with a joint in his hand. He inhaled out of his oregano J and looked at us, smiling.

“Hey, Solomon,” I said, “I see you’re, uh, busy but Mammon has something to say to you.”

Mammon looked down as he said, “Sorry, Solomon,”

“For what?” Solomon asked.

“For selling ya fake weed. I didn’t sell ya marijuana. That’s oregano you’re smoking.”

I glanced at Mammon and raised an eyebrow. “And?”

“And,” he continued, pulling out a black sealed bag from his pocket, “I brought real weed. You don’t have to smoke oregano anymore.”

Solomon turned to the spell book and flipped a page. He smiled.

“Oh, yes. I already knew it was oregano.”

“What!?” Mammon and I blurted out.

Solomon chuckled.

“But why?” I asked, flabbergasted, “Why would you smoke oregano? Instead of real weed?”

“Believe it or not,” said Solomon, “Oregano calms my nerves. And it smells nice. Weed actually makes me a bit paranoid.”

“Well, then,” said Mammon as he pocketed the bag of weed with a grin, “I guess I can just sell this to Lucifer, now that he’s a stoner.”

“Now,” said Solomon, “I’d like to get back to smoking this oregano in peace… Unless, you’d like to join me.”

“You’re… offering organo to me? In a joint?” I asked, taken aback.

“Yes.”

I gave it a thought. I glanced at Mammon who shrugged.

“Alright,” I said, “Pass that J.”

The end

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You Wanna Smoke? (Chapter 7)

Chase runs out of weed and must go to the human world to get more. How will they manage? And who will they be smoking weed with? Find out in this self-indulgent fic about my Obey Me blunt rotation.

Characters: MC, Mammon, Lucifer, Thirteen, Diavolo, Asmodeus, Simeon, Beelzebub, Solomon

Genre: Slice of Life

Tags: Marijuana, Recreational Drug use, No romance just bros being bros, No Spoilers

Story Index

“Chase?” asked Lucifer through the small space the door was opened to, “What are you doing in Mammon’s room and… Why are your eyes red?”

Shit, shit, shit. Shit!

“I… um,” I started, searching for a plausible excuse. Stoned me could not dig deep enough to find one.

Lucifer squinted at me and then his eyes opened, incredulous at realizing what was happening.

“Are you high?!” he asked, raising his voice with anger.

I did not say a word. That was enough of an answer. He barged into the room. He saw Mammon laying back onto the couch, eyes red and nearly closed.

“MAMMON?!” he roared.

“Hmm?” Mammon responded lazily.

Thirteen’s eyes widened at the sight of Lucifer. “Shit!”

Lucifer took a step towards Mammon and I cut off his path, trying to protect Mammon.

“It wasn’t him,” I said softly.

Lucifer did not seem to hear me as he shoved past me, storming over to Mammon. He grabbed him by the shirt collar and lifted him to his feet.

“You did this!” he bellowed at Mammon, “You’re the reason Chase has been acting strange lately! I trusted you to look after them and you became a bad influence! Scum!”

“Lucifer,” I said, voice straining, “It wasn’t him.”

He turned to me, with rage and shame on his face, “You’re defending him? He is smudging your reputation at this school, and you’re taking the blame? Is this why you went to the human world without me? Is this why you’ve been distancing yourself from me?”

Mammon laughed and Lucifer dropped him.

“Chase,” Lucifer said, “Come with me. I’ll punish Mammon, later.”

“Lucifer!” I yelled, “I said it wasn’t him! I was the one who asked for weed. I was the reason we went to the human world without you. I was acting strange because I was withdrawing from being high every week! I’m the bad influence! Leave Mammon out of this! He was just trying to help!”

“Yeah,” said Thirteen, “It was all their idea. We just came along for the ride.”

Lucifer stared at me in silence, stunned. He clenched his hands into a fist and unclenched it. He sighed.

“I see.”

“Please,” I pleaded, “Don’t be mad. I didn’t want to disappoint you. You were so proud of me being a model student. I couldn’t let you down. You were one of the few people who believed in me this much in such a long time. But, I had to get weed. I’ve needed it for my anxiety. Truthfully, I’ve always smoked weed, even before I came to Devildom.”

His expression softened. “Chase. You smoking marijuana could never disappoint me. Why didn’t you just be honest with me?”

“But you got angry at Mammon when you thought he got me high.”

“Well,” he said, “I thought he was pressuring you. But I insulted you by not thinking you could make your own decisions. And for that, I apologize”

“You should apologize to Mammon, too,” I insisted.

“Mammon,” Lucifer said turning to his brother, “I’m sorr… Oh.”

Mammon was curled into a ball and snoring on the floor, fast asleep.

Damn, maybe two bong hits was too much for a baby like Mammon.

“So, does this mean that you’re okay with me consuming weed,” I asked.

“Yes,” Lucifer said with a nod, “But… keep it private. I cannot imagine what Lord D…”

“Hey guys! I’m back” said Diavolo, shutting the door. He was holding a lot of snacks in his arms and in his pockets.

“L…Lord Diavolo,” stammered Lucifer, “I can explain.”

“Oh, relax, Luci,” Thirteen said, picking up her joint from the ashtray and lighting it, “He’s with us.”

Lucifer gawked at Diavolo. “What?!” he sputtered.

Diavolo grinned as he walked over to the coffee table and dumped all the snacks on it.

Lucifer sighed with relief.

“Take a seat, Lucifer,” said Diavolo cheerfully. There was a commanding tone to his request.

“Fine,” Lucifer said, stepping over Mammon and taking his former seat.

Thirteen passed the J to me as she exhaled a puff of smoke.

“What now?” she asked.

I took a hit of the joint.

“Well,” I said as I exhaled smoke and held out the joint to Lucifer, “You wanna smoke?”

Lucifer furrowed his brows as he looked at me and then at the joint. He ran his hand through his hair and exhaled a breath with a hiss.

“Fuck it,” he said, shrugging as he took the joint to his lips.

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You Wanna Smoke? (Chapter 6)

Chase runs out of weed and must go to the human world to get more. How will they manage? And who will they be smoking weed with? Find out in this self-indulgent fic about my Obey Me blunt rotation.

Characters: MC, Mammon, Lucifer, Thirteen, Diavolo, Asmodeus, Simeon, Beelzebub, Solomon

Genre: Slice of Life

Tags: Marijuana, Recreational Drug use, No romance just bros being bros, No Spoilers

A/n: I had a blunt rotation list for Obey Me characters that I’d like to smoke weed with and I decided to make it into a story. The full story is already posted to AO3 but I wanted to keep a writing tumblr for all my stories. The previous chapter had art but I got lazy from this point on and stopped drawing lol.

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Heaven. I came from Hell straight into Heaven. They had everything .

Wall to wall was stocked with cannabis paraphernalia. From bongs to pipes to rolling papers. From herb to carts. From inhalables to edibles. Everything was beyond what I could think of. It was as if I was a toddler in a candy store.

“Damn Chase,” said Mammon looking at me with amusement, “I’ve never seen ya grin this much.”

I nudged him. “If you were a stoner, you’d understand.”

I glanced at Thirteen and Diavolo. Their eyes shone with excitement.

She leaned over and whispered, “Usually I think human world weed is mid but this collection is impressive. What are you getting first, Chase?”

The first thing I noticed was the bongs behind the counters. There was one shaped like a skull and bones that warmed my little goth heart.

I pointed at it, “That.”

We spent about an hour looking at what Emanate Herbals had in stock. I bought indica and hybrid flower, carts, and that beautiful bong that had my name on it. I also got some skull patterned rolling papers for me and Thirteen.

Thirteen bought as much flower as the dispensary would allow and enough patterned rolling papers to match. She even managed to find a pipe shaped like a Grim Reaper holding a scythe.

Diavolo bought distillate and hash to make edibles and a new vape battery with carts.

Mammon didn’t buy anything, mostly because he was not a stoner and because I promised to use my stock to smoke him out. I wondered what type of person he would be while high.

“Alright, friends,” said Diavolo, “What next?”

“Pizza,” I said, “The perfect stoner party meal.”

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We got back to Devildom by noon. With Diavolo’s help, we managed to smuggle our contraband into our respective rooms, save for some flower, rolling papers and my bong. That was for Mammon’s room. We also successfully snuck a cheese pizza into Mammon’s room without attention from Beel. He must have still been at Hell’s Kitchen.

“Okay,” said Mammon shutting the door behind him and taking a seat, “What’re we doing first?”

I placed the pizza pie on the coffee table next to my bong. “That’s up to you, Mammon. It’s your first time. What do you want to try?”

He pointed at my bong. “That looks interesting. I think that?”

I grinned at him and looked at Diavolo and Thirteen. They nodded.

I poured some water into the bong and packed the bowl with weed I ground on the car ride back to the portal.

“Observe,” I said to Mammon.

He watched as I placed the opening of the bong to my mouth. I held the flame of my lighter to the bowl and sucked until there was a cherry to the herb. I placed my hand over the mouthpiece and waited for smoke to fill the chamber. Mammon was mesmerized by the tendrils of smoke that danced into the chasm as it went from whisps to a milky fluid smog.

“All you gotta do,” I said carefully holding it out to him, “s make sure your mouth is inside the rim of the opening creating a seal and inhale. Don’t let the smoke out. When you’re done, cover the opening and pass it to a friend”

He glanced wearily at the bong, “Do I have to inhale all of that?”

“Yes,” said Thirteen, Diavolo, and I simultaneously.

He sighed and with a shrug, he took it and inhaled. Obediently, he took in all the milky smoke. He covered the mouthpiece with a hand as he held it in and exhaled coughing as if he was about to hack up a lung.

“Easy, there,” Diavolo said, “Don’t hold it in that much next time.”

“How the heck was I supposed to know?” Mammon said through coughs.

I patted him on the shoulder, smiling. “I’m so proud of you.”

Mammon blushed and smiled. As he passed the bong to Diavolo, my D.D.D. vibrated. I got a text from Lucifer.

“I heard you went to the Human world,” he wrote, “I offered you the chance to go with me but now I see that you didn’t want to go because it was with me. If that was the case, you could have been honest. I guess I was mistaken in thinking that we were becoming close.”

Fuck. I hurt Lucifer. And I couldn’t tell him why I hurt him.

“Sorry,” I responded, “I promise you, that was not the reason why I said no. Give me a chance to explain.”

I saw the tiny “Read at 13:45 ” text under my message and sighed. How was I going to save my friendship with him?

“Hello?” Thirteen called out to me, while exhaling a cloud of smoke, “I’m passing it to you.”

“Sorry,” I said, taking the bong. I placed the rim to my lips.

Well, I thought, That is Future Chase’s problem .

And I took the biggest hit I could.

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As the hour went by, we passed the bong amongst ourselves until the cherry ran into ash. I let Mammon only do two bong rips, for his own good. Thirteen, however, opted to roll a J for herself when we were finished with the bong.

We put on The Tale of the Seven Lords movie and everything about the movie was more hilarious than I remembered. Levi would be enraged at our laughter if he were there. He might have even called. it sacrilegious.

Mammon, Thirteen and I managed to get one slice of pizza while Diavolo devoured the rest. It was as if stoned Diavolo shared Beel’s bottomless stomach. I was amused.

Thirteen finished her joint by adding a filter, then said, “There’s human weed in this, if you guys want some more.”

“I’m waiting for this high to settle a bit,” I said after sipping some water. “Give me like thirty minutes.”

She smirked. “Who said this J will still be here in thirty minutes?”

She inhaled as she lit it, sparking a cherry. The whites of her eyes remained white. Not a speck of red in sight. I was impressed. She was a marijuana demon. Er, Reaper. Whatever.

“Can I ask, why you do weed?” I asked Diavolo.

“Well,” said Diavolo, sitting up, “There is a lot of pressure on me as the Prince of Devildom. I’m supposed to lead a good example to all my citizens and students. I’m never supposed to falter or mess up as a prince. Weed helps me relax from that stress.”

“Damn,” I said, relating to what he said, a little bit. “What about you, Thirteen?”

She shrugged. “It’s just fun. That’s it.”

We nodded, agreeing with her. I looked over to Mammon. He was silently staring at The Tale of the Seven Lords movie as if he was peering into a portal to another world.

“You good, fam?” I asked.

He grinned from ear to ear, chuckling. He was reclined on the couch next to me, his eye blood red and half open. He leaned on me.

“I’m good, good. Good. Good ,” he said, drawing out the last word. He saluted me and giggled.

God, he was so cute when he was stoned. I put my arm around his shoulder. He put his arm around my waist, pulled me closer and leaned on my shoulder.

“Glad, that you’re having fun,” I said, grinning.

I felt so chill in that moment. The guilt of hurting Lucifer’s feelings melted away. It would be back when I sobered up. But at the time, I was enjoying myself. I even learned what type of person my friends were when high. Diavolo was more jovial than he usually was with the ability to eat nearly as much as Beel. Thirteen was the silent type, with one the highest tolerances for weed I’d ever seen. And Mammon was the giggly, spacing-out and cuddly type.

“Damn,” said Diavolo inspecting the empty pizza box, “No more munchies? I guess I should get more. Does anyone need anything from the vending machine?”

“I’m good,” I said

“Same,” said Mammon and Thirteen.

He got up and went out the door. I got up and put in the DVD for the 2nd movie in the TSL lineup. As the opening credits rolled, I decided to dump the dirty bong water into Mammon’s sink and rinse it so I wouldn’t have to spend time doing that later.

I heard a knock at the door. Must have been Diavolo. I noticed his phone laying on the coffee table. Maybe he realized that he left his phone?

I picked up his phone and opened the door. Suddenly, my chill washed away and anxiety filled its place.

“Chase” said Lucifer, squinting and wrinkling his nose, “What is that smell?”

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You Wanna Smoke? (Chapter 5)

Chase runs out of weed and must go to the human world to get more. How will they manage? And who will they be smoking weed with? Find out in this self-indulgent fic about my Obey Me blunt rotation.

Characters: MC, Mammon, Lucifer, Thirteen, Diavolo, Asmodeus, Simeon, Beelzebub, Solomon

Genre: Slice of Life

Tags: Marijuana, Recreational Drug use, No romance just bros being bros, No Spoilers

Story Index

“Um,” I said trying to find an explanation that didn’t sound like bullshit, “When we say weed, we mean this species of herbaceous plant that can counteract the plague of…”

Diavolo chuckled and waved me over, “It’s okay, Chase. I know you are talking about marijuana. It’s okay!”

“Thirteen,” Mammon said with a growl, “Why? Why would you ask Diavolo? Out of all the people to ask?!”

“We all know that there are few people who can make it to the human world easily,” she said with crossed arms, “And besides, I sell weed to Diavolo.”

My mouth fell open. Diavolo? Weed?

“But you don’t smell like weed,” I blurted out.

“Edibles,” he replied with a shrug, “Barbatos throws some Hell Cannabutter I give him to put in his pastries. To this day, he still doesn’t know he’s been making edibles for me.”

Shit, Barbatos’s edibles must be so tasty. I was jealous.

Honestly, in retrospect, he was one of the chillest demons I knew. I thought he was just that way because he lived a privileged life from being the Prince of Devildom.

“Well,” I said, taking a seat next to Diavolo, “What is the plan?”

“Lord Diavolo,” Mammon cut in, “Does Lucifer know?!”

“Lucifer? Oh. No, I would never tell him,” he said smiling, “I think he’d have a heart attack.”

Mammon took a seat next to Thirteen and reclined.

“Okay,” Mammon said, finally, “Lord Diavolo consumes weed. I guess I just don’t know who’s a stoner anymore.”

Thirteen clapped to get our attention.

“So,” she said, “How are we doing this?”

Diavolo shepherded us to the human world on a Saturday morning. We managed to sneak out of Devildom by keeping Lucifer busy with paperwork. Barbatos was given a day off and never questioned Diavolo’s deviation from his duties. Luckily, Barb was loyal to a fault. We were clear.

We decided to rent a car to drive to the dispensary from the portal.

“Should we get human world food before or after we get weed?” Diavolo asked as we pulled up to a stop sign.

“After,” I said. “Mammon did you send Beel to Hell’s Kitchen so he wouldn’t find out we’re bringing human world food back?”

“Yeah,” he said with a sigh, “I gave him my credit card. What’s a few more charges and added debt?”

I felt bad asking him to do that but we needed to make sure that we would not be interrupted when we got back. We didn’t have to worry about most of the brothers barging into Mammon’s room but Beel would be looking for us the second he caught a whiff of human food and Lucifer is always checking on Mammon to make sure he’s behaving.

“Do you guys have your fake human world IDs?” I asked

They pulled them out to show me. I was impressed. I was not sure how they managed, but I assumed that thousands of years going back and forth between the human world and Devildom gave them the edge in obtaining any documents they needed to pass as human.

We pulled up to a dispensary in a town that was far from any place where anyone would know me but stocked with enough product to give us what we would need. Its website had a variety of strains in edibles, flower, carts, dabs— even some products even I never knew of. We stepped inside and were greeted by an employee.

“Welcome to Emanate Herbals!” exclaimed an employee, “What can I help you with, today?”

“Well,” I said, taking off my sunglasses and pocketing them, “We are going to need weed and a lot of it.

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You Wanna Smoke? (Chapter 4)

Chase runs out of weed and must go to the human world to get more. How will they manage? And who will they be smoking weed with? Find out in this self-indulgent fic about my Obey Me blunt rotation.

Characters: MC, Mammon, Lucifer, Thirteen, Diavolo, Asmodeus, Simeon, Beelzebub, Solomon

Genre: Slice of Life

Tags: Marijuana, Recreational Drug use, No romance just bros being bros, No Spoilers

A/n: I had a blunt rotation list for Obey Me characters that I’d like to smoke weed with and I decided to make it into a story. The full story is already posted to AO3 but I wanted to keep a writing tumblr for all my stories. The previous chapter had art but I got lazy from this point on and stopped drawing lol.

Story Index

I woke up to my alarm with a protesting groan. I barely got any sleep the night before. I forgot about the weed withdrawal effects that came from halting my consumption. I didn’t consume marijuana as frequently as my stoner friends from back home, so it didn’t hit as hard, but the times I usually vaped were before bed for my sleep issues.

I took a quick shower, did my skincare routine, slapped on some makeup and put on my uniform. As usual, I focused on eyeliner, lipstick and jewelry to make myself stand out from the rest of the students.

There was a knock on the door.

“Chase,” Beelzebub boomed, “Are you ready for breakfast?”

He was always the first to head to the cafeteria, he was always polite enough to ask if I wanted to join.

“One sec!” I grabbed my bag and rushed to meet him.

When I met him outside my door, he stared at the sight of me with furrowed brows.

“Are you okay?” he asked, “You look very tired.”

Damn. I guess my makeup didn’t hide it. Beel was usually the first person to notice when something was off with me. People liked to say that he didn’t have much of a personality outside of being a glutton, but he was always caring and attentive to the people he cared about.

“Oh,” I said with a smile, “I was studying. It’s hard to keep up with millennia of Demon History when you’re only 25 and a human, you know?”

He nodded.

“Maybe some food will give you energy,” he said, “I promise I will cut back how much I eat so you can get more food.”

Beel was such a sweetheart.

As we headed down the hall, Levi, Satan and Mammon came out of their rooms to join us on the way to the dining room. Satan was quietly reading a book and Levi was talking about his latest conquest in a video game. Beel pulled out a bag of chips to enjoy his pre-breakfast meal. Mammon glanced at me pointedly, he looked down and typed something on his phone.

My D.D.D buzzed and I unlocked my phone to read his message.

“So, we meetin’ up with Thirteen and the mystery guy, later?”

I looked at him and nodded a yes.

We sat at the table and were joined by Asmo and Lucifer. Asmo always came later as he spent the most time getting ready and Lucifer may have had a meeting with Diavolo, prior. Belphie must have still been asleep.

We were served breakfast and everyone ate, enjoying the meal and conversion. Beel mostly just enjoyed the meal.

Lucifer looked at me and noticed that I ate slowly with my head leaning on my hand that was resting on the table.

“Chase, are you not feeling well?” he asked.

Beel noticing that I was not feeling well was fine, but Lucifer? I did not want to have to explain himself because he was hard to lie to. He knew about everything that went on at RAD and it was his job to know because he was Diavolo’s second-hand man.

“I just— I am tired,” I said, trying to look like I was fine.

“Let’s step outside,” he said to me.

Mammon shot me a look of concern.

In the hall, Lucifer handed me a bottle of water.

“Drink this,” he said.

I took a few sips and felt guilty. I would have to lie to him even when he was being polite. He seemed serious and intimidating at times but he did genuinely care for my well-being. But I can’t tell him that I need weed.

“Thanks,” I said as I pocketed the water bottle.

“So,” he began, “You told me that you’re sometimes overwhelmed by being in Devildom? What causes that anxiety?”

Shit. He remembered that I said that?

“Yes,” I said, “Sometimes, I am. But I just miss home. I miss my friends and family. I miss the food.”

And I missed weed , I thought.

It was legal where I lived. My doctor even suggested it to me when I used to have sleep issues.

“Well,” said Lucifer, “Then it’s time that we made a trip to the human world. You can see your friends and family and have some human world food. We can make arrangements to do so over the weekend.”

“No!” I said quickly.

“No? Why not?” he asked

“Um…” I said, “Well, I have to study. Like I told Beel, earlier, I am behind in learning about Demon History.”

“Well, Chase,” said smiling Lucifer, “I can always help you if you’re behind. In fact, I think you, I and the brothers can start a study group. Mammon is falling behind, too. And we need to raise our average.”

I shut my eyes. Holy shit was this demon persistent.

“I do better studying on my own. Also, Mammon and the other brothers distract me easily.”

“Ah, yes. That is true,” Lucifer said nodding, “However, if you ever have any issues or need anything, please let me know. I like to make sure that all exchange students are feeling comfortable.”

“Yes,” I said with a smile, “Thank you, Lucifer.”

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After school Mammon and I made it to the dorms Thirteen was staying in. She said she knew a guy and I wondered if it was anyone I knew. There were thousands of students at RAD but I also knew that only a few people could easily travel to the human world. I could have taken up Lucifer’s offer and gone to the human world but there was no way I would be able to sneak to the dispensary without getting caught.

I don’t know why I was so worried about Lucifer finding out. Maybe it was because he was one of the first brothers to believe in me as a student. I was also afraid of losing his respect.

I knocked on Thirteen’s door.

“Come in!” she called out.

“Alright, Thirteen,” bellowed Mammon on our way in, “Who is gunna get us some human weed?”

Weed? Was that what you wanted to get from the human world?” said a jovial voice.

We saw the demon sitting across from Thirteen and our jaws dropped.

“Lord Diavolo?!”

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You Wanna Smoke? (Chapter 3)

Chase runs out of weed and must go to the human world to get more. How will they manage? And who will they be smoking weed with? Find out in this self-indulgent fic about my Obey Me blunt rotation.

Characters: MC, Mammon, Lucifer, Thirteen, Diavolo, Asmodeus, Simeon, Beelzebub, Solomon

Genre: Slice of Life

Tags: Marijuana, Recreational Drug use, No romance just bros being bros, No Spoilers

A/n: I had a blunt rotation list for Obey Me characters that I’d like to smoke weed with and I decided to make it into a story. The full story is already posted to AO3 but I wanted to keep a writing tumblr for all my stories. The previous chapter had art but I got lazy from this point on and stopped drawing lol.

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The following day at RAD, I wandered the hallway between second and third period trying to figure out who out of thousands of students here smoked weed. There were no other humans besides Solomon and I and I did not want to just randomly ask around in case word got back to Lucifer and Diavolo.

I could assume that Belphie gets high but I think he simply just likes to nap. Beel eats a lot which can be seen as a stoner move but with all the eating he does when will he get time to smoke or vape weed? If he did edibles, he would over do it and his body would feel too heavy to do anything else. Satan and Levi were out of the question. I even heard Levi claim that “Marijuana Kills” once.

“Yo!” Mammon called out behind me, interrupting my thoughts.

He put an arm around my shoulders and leaned in to whisper, “Have ya found anyone yet?”

I shook my head.

“I dunno why you’re so hell bent on trying to get marijuana, anyway,” he said, “Do you really need to be high?”

“Well,” I said, “It helps me get through the anxiety of being here. Like all of you guys are cool but I’m still in Hell.”

“Devildom,” he corrected.

“Yeah,” I said, “It helps me sleep and organize my racing thoughts better. Also, being high is fun!”

“So,” said a melodic voice behind us, “You smoke marijuana?”

Mammon and I turned around to see Simeon standing right behind us.

“Shit,” I swore.

“Simeon!” exclaimed Mammon, “Do not tell Lucifer or Diavolo, please.”

“Oh, no. Don’t worry. I won’t,” Simeon whispered with a smile, “However, I think I can help you find someone who knows how to get weed.”

“Really?” I whispered with excitement, “Who?”

“Thirteen.”

“So,” said Thirteen, “You want weed, huh?”

Mammon and I were in her room sitting across from her. Her room had an odor of what smelled like marijuana but a little different. Maybe a special strain? She was crimping a piece of rolling paper and packing a bit of weed from her grinder into it. I caught myself staring at the joint she was crafting. I glanced up at her and she smirked.

“Yes,” I said with desperation, “I would love some. Actually, I’d prefer vape carts.”

“Ew. Gross. Carts?” she said with disgust.

“I don’t know how to roll a J,” I said with shame, “And my bong broke at the last weed party I attended in the human world. Besides, it’s easy to conceal.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” she said as she started to roll the joint, “I can’t get you carts here and besides, this is Hell Weed. You can’t smoke this. It will kill you. You’d have to get it from the human world.”

“How in the hell would they do that?” asked Mammon, “They’re human. The whole reason they’re here is ‘cause they need it from here!”

Thirteen licked the end part of the rolling paper and started to adhere it to itself.

“Sorry,” she said, “I really can’t help you, then.”

“Do you know who would be able to help me?” I asked.

She twisted the end and added a filter to the other.

“Yeah,” she said while holding it between her lips and lighting the twisted end with a lighter, “I know a guy.”

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You Wanna Smoke? (Chapter 2)

Chase runs out of weed and must go to the human world to get more. How will they manage? And who will they be smoking weed with? Find out in this self-indulgent fic about my Obey Me blunt rotation.

Characters: MC, Mammon, Lucifer, Thirteen, Diavolo, Asmodeus, Simeon, Beelzebub, Solomon

Genre: Slice of Life

Tags: Marijuana, Recreational Drug use, No romance just bros being bros, No Spoilers

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There was a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” I called out.

“Me,” replied Mammon from the other side.

I let him in. He pulled out a small clear bag filled with a green herb. He grinned.

“I got you some marijuana,” he said proudly. “It’s gunna cost ya 50 grim.”

I glanced at it and then back at him.

“That’s oregano,” I said, unimpressed.

“No it’s not! You barely looked at it.”

“Mammon, I’ve been smoking weed for 7 years. I know weed when I see it. You didn’t even try hard enough to fool me.”

“Okay, fine,” he gave in, “I don’t actually know how to get weed.”

“Hm, so you just wasted my time, then.”

“C’mon! At least give me credit for trying!”

“No, you were trying to scam me!”

I sighed. Honestly, I could not be mad at Mammon for trying to scam me. That was simply just how he was.

“Where did you get the idea to sell me oregano, Mammon?” I asked.

“Oh,” he said, “I sell that to Solomon all the time. I knew it wasn’t marijuana but he keeps buying it from me so I thought all humans liked to smoke it.”

I chuckled. For a human who knows a lot, Solomon doesn’t seem like the type to know about recreational drugs. I pondered for a bit.

“Mammon,” I said, “ Who do you think acts high or smells of a strong odor out of all the students at RAD?

He looked down in thought.

“Asmo smells of a strong odor sometimes. And he acts a bit strange. I don’t know if that means that he is high, though.”

“Alright,” I said confidently, “ Let’s go pay Asmo a visit.”

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“Come in,” said Asmo, after I knocked on the door.

Mammon and I entered the room. The first thing that greeted me in Asmo’s room was the smell of roses. Flowers adorned the walls. Expensive, vintage furniture added to its pomp and splendor. His room looked like it was made for a beautiful princess. Central to the room was a large golden vanity with a massive mirror. Asmo was seated there, applying toner to his face.

“So,” I began once I heard that Mammon shut the door behind us, “Your room smells amazing. What do you do? Spray air refresher?”

Asmo scoffed with disgust. “Gross. No. I use only the finest and most luxurious perfumes because that is what a gorgeous being like myself deserves. My room must be as sexy as I am. Did you come to my room to insult me? What is it that you want?”

“May I sit?” I asked.

He motioned for me and Mammon to take a seat on the love seat by the window.

“I’m sorry,” I said, “I only asked that because I’m used to only making my room smell good to cover up suspicious smells. Surely, a man of your taste only does it for himself and not to cover anything up.”

He squinted at me. “Chase, what are you accusing me of?”

“Do ya smoke weed or not?” blurted Mammon.

I shot a glare at Mammon. He shrugged.

Asmo chuckled and then said, “Ew. Disgusting. Marijuana? Do you know how bad it smells? Besides, I go for uppers, not downers.”

“Like coke?” I asked, feeling myself squirm.

“No, darling,” he said with an eye roll, “Molly, E, Ecstacy, or whatever else you humans call it. It’s fun to party with and do orgies with.”

“Ohhhh,” I said, “Yea, that’s not for me. That actually makes sense, considering that you’re a social person who is horny sometimes.”

“Horny, all the time,” said Mammon.

“Yes,” said Asmo, “And is that all you came to ask me?”

“Well… since you like recreational drugs yourself, do you know anyone who might smoke weed or even like, sell it?”

He pointed to Mammon, “Doesn’t he sell some to Solomon?”

“No, that’s oregano,” Mammon and I said synchronously.

“Well,” said Asmo with a shrug, “Then I cannot help you. If you’re done here, you can leave. Unless you want to watch me do my skincare routine and cuddle after.”

“Honestly,” I said, “I don’t mind doing that.”

“Great,” Asmo said, smiling as he patted an empty space on his vanity chair next to him.

“What?!” Mammon spat, “Ya don’t want to hang out with the Great Mammon, alone?”

“Why don’t we all just hang together?” I asked.

“Ugh! Fine.”

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You Wanna Smoke? (Chapter 1)

Chase runs out of weed and must go to the human world to get more. How will they manage? And who will they be smoking weed with? Find out in this self-indulgent fic about my Obey Me blunt rotation.

Characters: MC, Mammon, Lucifer, Thirteen, Diavolo, Asmodeus, Simeon, Beelzebub, Solomon

Genre: Slice of Life

Tags: Marijuana, Recreational Drug use, No romance just bros being bros, No Spoilers

A/n: I had a blunt rotation list for Obey Me characters that I'd like to smoke weed with and I decided to make it into a story. The full story is already posted to AO3 but I wanted to keep a writing tumblr for all my stories.

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Chapter One: The Last Puff

Shit.

I inhaled my vape for the last time and nothing came out. My weed cartridge’s oil finally ran out. It was going to be difficult to get a new one.

My name is Chase and I’m a stoner. I was pulled into Devildom against my will but I don’t mind it. I get to befriend sexy demons, learn about a whole new culture and rich history and be goth without being judged as I would in the human world. The only problem is… that weed isn’t legal. Well, it’s not illegal per se, but I’m sure Lucifer and Diavolo would not be happy if they found out I was consuming marijuana.

The day I found out that I had to move to Devildom, I had only hours to pack my bags. I made a quick stop at the dispensary to pick up carts. I packed the ones I was hoarding along with the new ones and hid them among my clothing. I assumed that the demons would not search the contents of my bags, being that I was a great student at my college and had a clean criminal record. Luckily, Lucifer did not check my bags and I’ve been surviving on 8 weed carts for 5 months. I cut back on how much I vaped by a lot but I managed to hold on to them for much longer than I thought I would.

My only option was to find a way to get to the human world. There were no dispensaries in Devildom. How the fuck was I going to do that?

I started to go through a mental list of who to ask for help and who might be okay with any weed products.

“Chase?”

I looked up at Mammon.

“What ya thinkin’ ‘bout? You were spacin’ out.”

“Ah, I was just thinking,” I said. “I’m trying to figure out how to solve a problem.”

He grinned. “You know you can always count on me for advice. I’m way over thousands of years old so I’m hella smart. Just ask!”

I looked around to see if anyone else was within earshot. It was just me and Mammon on the school roof.

“Weed,” I said, “Where can I get it?”

“Oh! That’s easy! From the ground!” he said, “ Why would you ask such an obvious question?”

I felt my eyes roll.

“No Mammon. I mean Marijuana. ”

He blinked in confusion, “I dunno. Why would you even want to know that?”

“Chase. Mammon.” A deep voice called out with command, “What are the two of you doing on the roof?”

We turned to see Lucifer by the entrance to the stairwell.

“Me?” I said with innocence, “This is my usual thinking spot. When I’m overwhelmed with being in Devildom I just come out here to ponder.”

Mammon stared at me, confused. I winked at him, hoping he knew to lie.

He cleared his throat and said, “I was just lookin’ for Chase.”

Lucifer shot him a glare, “So, you chose to disturb Chase while they were getting some alone time? How inconsiderate.”

“But…”

“No! No. It’s fine,” I jumped to defend him, “I don’t mind. Mammon was… the first demon to make a pact with me. We just have that bond, you know?”

Mammon’s face lit up.

“Exactly!” He boomed.

“Hmmm,” Lucifer hummed, “Okay. I see. Not sure why you chose Mammon out of all people, but fine. Both of you need to get to class. Lunch period is over.”

“Yes, got it,” I said, innocently

Lucifer headed into the stairwell.

“Meet me in my room later. We will talk about this some more.”

Mammon and I escaped to class.

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