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“not all men” you’re right - mammon, the second born avatar of greed, would never do this to me
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(that part where u make a pact with Lucifer, but he’s a lot more feral abt it)
“so, what will it be? will you make a pact with me?”
(bonus: even if u say no, he says ok, COPE)
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Heyo! Could I request Mammon reacting to MC having a cat named Goldie? Goldie (my cat <3) is very affectionate, and will force you to pay attention to him no matter what you're doing. He's also very floof ❤ I love your writing btw! :D
mammon x gender neutral reader
Mammon had met your cat the first time he had ever visited you in the human world. You kept your cat in the bathroom before he came, wanting to introduce them in a good way.
So when Mammon finally showed up and you opened the door, it was love at first sight for Mammon, especially when you told him his name was Goldie.
The cat was so demanding of his attention, meowing constantly at him whenever he looked away. When you gave a tour of your apartment, Mammon held the cat as he walked behind you.
He had never met a cat so affectionate. The ones Satan snuck into the House of Lamentation had always avoided Mammon. It was safe to say he was smitten with Goldie.
A few days later, he used your cat as an excuse to stay full time in the human world at your house, mentioning how your cat needs company while you’re away. You still have no idea to this day how he managed to convince Lucifer to stay at your house.
He brushes your cat out daily. He had read somewhere that long haired cats need to be brushed daily and has given himself the job.
He made a cat instagram for Goldie. Yes, he speaks in the point of view of cat. “I LOVE MAMMON” is always in the captions of the posts.
When he sits on the couch with you and Goldie, he always sits super close to you. Thigh to thigh. Apparently, your cat had been reaching for you when he was sitting on the demon’s lap. That’s why he has to sit so close. No other reason.
He even bought a bunch of cat water fountains, but he buys a new one every other week so it has no chance of getting moldy. Maybe there’s an easier solution to that. Maybe Mammon doesn’t care.
To top it all off, Mammon bought a customized name tag for Goldie. It was a black credit card. This man treated your cat better than he treated you.
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speaking of Ao3 not being a social medium:
it will always need money. It’s an archive. Even if they meet their yearly donation aim now without any problem doesn’t mean it will be like this in 5 years, in 10 years, in 80 years. Yeah you read that right. Ao3 is an Archive. It intends to be available forever. Like a library. Because Ao3 *is* a library. If you want to keep your library, you wouldn’t cut its budget just because it did well last year. Maintaining a library creates running expenses. The purpose of an archive is to preserve data indefinitely, and this costs money.
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*Everyone gets into pairs for game night*
Lucifer: MC, what’s Mammon’s favorite fish?
MC: Penguin.
Lucifer: No, I don’t think you understood.
Mammon: *Holding a sign that says “Penguin”*: BAM!!
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⚠️ THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING ⚠️
inspired by this post
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Brothers waking up in the middle of the night to see that MC is shivering in the cold? Like they just wake up and realise that their human is shivering in the cold (I headcannon the devildom is cold af)
You're Cold and Far Away
LUCIFER
He's used to sleeping alone, ever since the day they fell from the Celestial realm.
The cold in this foreign environment seeped through his bones, and hence he bundles up with blankets and jackets. No matter how much the demon stoked the embers in the fireplace or closed windows shut; he sometimes still woke up shivering.
But then you came and made your way in his bed, and he's ever glad to you for having chosen him. And you bring with you warmth, that he sometimes likes to savour by discarding his gloves to thread his fingers with your own, and let himself be vulnerable.
And when Lucifer wakes up in the middle of the night to find out that you're not by his side, a frown makes its way on his face. He sits up, blanket wrapped around his hips. The chill in the air makes his way through his nightshirt.
He shivers.
"MC?" He mumbles, voice lazed with sleep. "Where are you—oh."
His hand finds your arm, and he nearly flinches with how cold your skin is.
"Come here," The demon mutters, "You'll get a cold."
Placing a hand on the back of your head, and one on your back, he pulls you towards him, gentle touches—having picked up his brothers deep in sleep from the couch before—and doesn't rest until your head is tucked away in his chest, where you could hear his heartbeat when you would be awake. A swirl of his fingers, and the blanket is now draped over you both again.
He needs to place a spell on it, it seems.
"Sleep well." He places a kiss to your temple, resting his chin on your head. "I love you."
And the best sleep that Lucifer has is when you're with him.
MAMMON
If you were to ever warm your cold feet by slipping them inside the demon's shirt, the first thing you would notice would be the warmth of his body.
Second would be his scream ringing in your ears.
He squawks, sitting upright on the bed where he was fast asleep. Groggily, he blinks aside some of the haze that slumber brings.
"Your feet are too cold for me! Always surprising me—wait—"
He places a hand on the spot where you usually sleep, and finds it cold. But demonic vision allows him to see you, with your hands dangling off the edge of the bed and your feet, as always, on his torso.
"You're goin' to catch a cold," He mutters, voice laced with affection. "Can't have you sick on me."
Gently lifting your body from the edge of the bed, Mammon places your head on the pillow, taking care to ensure that the comforter previously only covering him now covers you as well. Until you're tucked in snugly with his arms enveloping yours.
Until he knows you'll stay and never be severed.
LEVIATHAN
He wakes up and assumes you're gone.
It's during the darkest hours of the night that Leviathan is forced to awaken by the chill that seems to immobilise him. When he is left alone with nothing but his own thoughts, and seeks you out. Ever so hesitant, and yet so envious all the same.
Your name is whispered, and it feels as if his chest sinks further and further—you have left—haven't you? But doesn't he deserve this? After all he is but—
His hand finds way on your arm.
He jolts.
And realisation floods Levi's conscience. That it was the release of a new movie that you both had sat down to watch, and you had stayed.
And fallen asleep with him.
He blinks back tears that cloud his vision, and a small smile appears on his face. Levi gently nudges you to the center of the bed in your room, trying his best to ensure you don't wake up. And after deeming it satisfactory, he slips the blanket over you two, and settles down in his rightful place.
Leviathan hesitates, for a moment.
And then, his hand snakes around your torso and his head gets buried in your back.
It'll take a while, but Leviathan will get used to you being here for him from now on.
SATAN
The window bangs against the wall, creating a noise that makes the blonde demon swear.
Bedhead and all, he gets up abruptly, only to find that the window has been forced open by the wind, and the blanket is wrapped around his hips.
Oh.
That's why he's cold.
Satan adjusts the material as he sees fit, and places his head right back down on the pillow, ready to go back to sleep.
And jolts right back up.
Where are you? You were right there with him when he went off to sleep. He remembers feeling your warmth on his chest before closing his book.
HIs hand brushes past your leg, and Satan can't help but chuckle at discovering that you've managed to turn yourself upside-down on the bed.
"Come here, darling." He whispers, and the words slide off his tongue smoothly, like he's been calling you that for centuries. Careful to not disturb your sleep, he resorts to placing his pillow where your head lies, and slides a hand under your head to place it on his chest.
This is where the demon of wrath is truly at peace.
ASMODEUS
His skin will dry out.
The devildom's chill at this time of the year makes even the bravest of demons bundle up in furs and jackets, and Asmodeus knows that if he doesn't moisture his skin will flake and crack.
So he bundles up in warm clothes and sets up a spell, to keep his bed warm.
And yet, he finds that he still feels cold.
The demon removes the eye mask, blinking back sleep as he looks for you. "MC?" He mumbles your name. "Where are you, dear?"
Upon closer inspection, he finds that your legs are now hanging off the edge of the bed, and your head is twisted around the confines of a blanket.
He laughs, the sound bright and cheery.
"Always so adorable, aren't you?" He coos, simultaneously adjusting himself so that your head now rests on fine silk. "But you need to take proper care of yourself. I can't have—"
I can't—
Words left unspoken, but their impact felt in the way his throat momentarily tightens.
His face comes to hide itself in your shoulder, uncaring of the fact that his hair may be ruined.
"Good night, MC."
BEELZEBUB
Hunger pangs wake him up.
Ever so persistent, they've taught Beelzebub many things too. That patience goes a long way, and hunger makes things all the more sweeter.
He would do that, earlier. Before you came. Got up and fetched himself and his brother a snack, and gobbled up the contents of the fridge.
But now, another feelings consumes him.
It's affection, deep and unyielding. Seen in the way he holds you close and gently, careful of his hands around your waist as he lifts you up, the cheering in the stadium deafening. When he takes the heaviest of the groceries from you, or offers to carry you when you're tired.
It's protectiveness, seen in the way his hand holds yours gently, enduring that you both make good way through the crowd, and that you are unharmed. It's when he walks with you to Madam Screams at 3am, ready to follow you wherever you go.
It is love, when he adjusts your form on the bed so that you do not shiver in the cold, placing his large hands over own, gliding them over your arms to warm you up. It is in the blunt way he never wavers over expressing his feelings for you.
It is when he places a chaste kiss on your temple as you sleep, that Beelzebub feels truly at home.
"Good night. Love you."
BELPHEGOR
Belphegor almost resembles a grumpy cat when he wakes up.
Hair sticking up in all the wrong directions, and a frown on his face when he realises that you're not near.
"Come on," He mutters, searching blindly for you in the dark. "Where are you?" The demon looks, and yet his hands only come in contact with the cold fabric.
He gets up, and his movements reflect those of a being in panic.
He can't help it.
Eyes widened, he searches for you, until he sees you dead asleep in a corner, head hidden in your arms. Belphegor giggles, you being too adorable for your own good.
And yet when he joins you on your spot and lies besides you, his heart seems to jump in his throat when you reach out for him in your sleep.
He takes your outstretched hand, kissing it gently before placing it on his cheek.
It's a nice feeling.
It's nice to be loved by you.
And he doesn't know what he did to deserve it, but he damn well treasures it.
The demon adjusts your body so that you're both clinging to each other, body heat and blanket creating a warm environment for you both to sleep comfortably in.
Belphegor loves you.
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headcanons for napping next to/with the obey me brothers plss :) <33
gender neutral reader
Lucifer makes sure you’re all settled in before he lays next to you. When you first come up to him for a nap, he usually just continues to do his work but there’s always the chance he might give in and join you.
When he does, he doesn’t move you at all in fear of waking you. He just lays next to you and idly watches you sleep until he also falls asleep.
Mammon always joins you if you take a nap beside him. At first, when you have just laid down next to him, he always acts as if he’s busy and not paying any attention to you. Then, when you’re asleep, he finally cuddles up into you.
He gets all blushy and flustered and hides his face into your back even though no one can see him. When you wake up, he jolts up and pretends he wasn’t sleeping even though his hair is all tousled and his shirt is wrinkled.
Leviathan doesn’t even notice you napping next to him sometimes. His headphones are on, his attention is locked on his monitor, and he is dead to the world. He sees you only when he goes for a snack break. He always screams.
He apologizes profusely when you wake up, shoving blankets and pillows into your face as if that’ll magically make you fall asleep again.
Satan is always filled with pride, which he hates by the way, when you always go to his side to sleep. He likes that you find comfort in him and that you’re close enough for you to sleep with him.
He always brings it up in front of his brothers to make them angry. But he also can never stop the small smile he gets when you enter his room. He’s always sure to put down his book and have a quick conversation without you before you’re asleep.
Asmodeus is usually typing away on his phone, but luckily he can do that with one hand. With his free hand, he usually brushes his fingers through your hair or rubs up and down your back or arm.
He’s luckily quiet for the most part and minding his own business, so he’s perfect to take a nap next to. He rarely joins you though. He needs to keep a good sleep schedule for his skin.
Beelzebub loves when you sleep next to him. He tries to quiet down his snacking and how the bag crinkles when he moves. He always feels guilty when you eventually wake up, assuming that he was the cause.
He also creepily watches you sleep and stops breathing when you move. He lays down next to you to get comfy but he never falls asleep. He shushes his brothers when they come near and points to you. He’s very protective of you when you’re asleep next to him.
Belphegor makes sure his comfort comes first and foremost. He will push you down and use you as his mattress. His elbows and knees will jab you, it’s inevitable.
He is usually the one to force you to take naps with him and unfortunately, your grades show the obvious affect of sleeping the day away. When Lucifer gets mad, Belphie only tries to convince you to do it more often.
You will never be able to wake him up once he falls asleep on you. It’s as if he’s dead, unresponsive and unmovable with all his deadweight pinning you down.
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➳ lucifer x gn!reader (no mentions of pronouns)
➳ wc: .2k | rated g | m.list
lucifer watches you sleep, a small smile on his face. he’d deny it if you happened to wake and see it, though.
you’re curled up on one of the living room couches, face pressed into the armrest, and no doubt, you have imprints n your cheek because of it.
you shiver slightly as he watches, and he pauses, noting how your arms seemed to be wrapped around you to ward off the permanent chill that seems to settle over the devildom.
carefully, he unclasps his coat, draping it over your body. it more than covers you, and instinctively, you cuddle into it, mumbling something incoherent.
lucifer freezes, praying he hasn’t woken you. he listens close, trying to make out your words, and is pleasantly surprised to hear you say his name, ‘lucifer’ rolling off of your tongue, smooth even in sleep.
the implications of you saying his name hit him. you recognize his coat. or perhaps his scent. it evokes a feeling inside of him, one somewhat new, yet one he had been feeling more and more often around you.
he brushes his hand over your head, once, smoothing your hair down, then stands, impulsively pulling out his phone. he can’t help but take a picture of you, now can he?
and if the picture becomes his home screen background, that’s his business.
leviathans-watching’s work - please do not repost, copy, or claim as your own
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Obey Me! Older Brothers Reacting to MC making matching friendship bracelets for them (Pt.1)
A/N: hi! this is my first real post ever so i’m VERY nervous! this is only the first part - the second part is linked below the CW <3 both part’s are VERY VERY long so i really hope nobody minds that hehehe! reblogs, likes, and comments are VERY appreciated!! <33
Pairing: Obey Me! Brothers x GN! MC
CW: Very mildly suggestive content on Satan’s part!
Part 2
LUCIFER
Lucifer isn’t too familiar with friendship bracelets. He hasn’t thought into them that much - he hasn’t had a reason to, so why would he?
Lucifer had just come home from a long day at RAD. He had an abnormal amount of meetings to attend, people to scold, blood vessels to be popped - he certainly wasn’t in a good mood.
His day wasn’t over though. He still had an ungodly amount of paperwork to get through.
He went straight to his room, sat down on his desk chair, and scribbled away on those papers that never seemed to end. He sighed a long sigh, secretly hoping that he would find you knocking on his door eventually - as you always do.
You, however, had a surprise for him.
The day prior, you and Asmo were hanging out in your room. Asmo was ranting to you about Mammon, and you were making bracelets. Bracelets for you and Lucifer. Asmo grew curious about what you were doing as you didn’t mention it at all, so he asked you.
“By the way, MC, what are you doing? Did you just make that bracelet?” He smiled and picked up the one finished bracelet laying beside you on the floor where you guys were sitting.
“Yeah! I’m making an identical one for Luci. Friendship bracelets.”
Asmo blushed and squealed. “Friendship bracelets? How romantic! Why don’t you make me one as well? Pretty please, MC!
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Lucifer’s face scrunched up when he heard a knock on his door. He figured it was Mammon who came to ask him for money again, so he was on high alert, ready to scold him. That’s when he heard your voice. “Luci? Can I come in?” You asked, knocking again.
He sighed a sigh of relief. It was you. Thank god.
He so desperately needed to talk to you. He was so close to snapping at everyone and everything - you are the only one who can calm him down. (Although he would never admit that.)
He opened the door, finding you with your two hands behind your back, and with an evident blush on your face.
He immediately smirked. He knew something was up.
He welcomed you in, kissing you on the crown of your head before he asked what you did this time.
“What are you hiding, MC?” He teased as you walked backwards to his bed, sitting down on the edge.
“I’ll show you, just don’t laugh at me, okay?” You blushed. “I can’t promise that, sweetheart.” He stroked your hair and sat down next to you. “Then I won’t show you!” You teased him. “Okay, okay. I won’t laugh, I promise.”
You reluctantly showed him your masterpiece(s): two identical bracelets made of yarn - red, white, and black yarn in a chevron pattern.
“I made us these. I’ve always wanted to make us friendship bracelets but I’ve never had the time to. I had some free time yesterday so I stayed up to make them. Do you like them?”
You didn’t know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t friendship bracelets. He let out a laugh and took the bigger one gently from your hands.
“I’m assuming this one is for me, yeah?” He smirked at you, putting it on. He admired it once more before stroking your hair and kissing your lips every so gently.
“Thank you, MC. I will wear it with pride.”
“I will wear mine with pride, too.” You said, before punching him on his arm. “You laughed! You said you wouldn’t!” “I couldn’t help it. You’re too precious, sweetie.”
He does in fact wear it with pride. Bro never EVER takes it off.
When Diavolo asked about it the next day Lucifer just smiled.
“I see you have a new bracelet, Lucifer! It’s pretty stylish! Where’d you get it?”
“Thank you for choosing MC, Lord Diavolo.”
“I see… I get it. You’re welcome.” Diavolo said with the biggest smile on his face.
He will actually get so upset if he sees that you don’t have yours on. So don’t take it off, ever.
Lucifer always catches himself admiring it when he’s doing paperwork - how did he end up with you? What did he do to deserve such an angel?
Wait… is that a blush he has on his face?
Keep reading
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The Great Devildom Cuddle War
Summary: gn!reader. Your cuddles have become quite the commodity in the Devildom.
Mammon had moved into your room not long after you had formed your pact with him. You two got into the habit of staying up late and falling asleep to movies together. You would wake up to him pressed tightly to your left side, face nuzzled into your neck, hand holding yours. Though, if you ever brought it up, he would adamantly deny it. The Great Mammon would never cuddle with a human!
This continued until you made your pact with Levi. He became aware of the night time cuddles after you and mammon fell asleep on a TSL movie night. The two of you woke up with Levi on your other side, not nearly as nuzzled in as Mammon, but close enough for Mammon to freak out about how he was "too close to his human." But by then it was already too late. Levi had gotten a taste of the cuddle party and there was no going back.
Beel joined the group after you had moved back out of his room. He woke up one night from his nightmares, and came to find you for comfort, only to find you surrounded by his two older brothers. That didn't stop him from gently nudging you awake.
"Y/N, I had a bad dream again."
Your gentle giant just looked so sad, that you offered him your hand and the little space next to Levi. From here out, even though he always started the night in his own room, Beel usually ended in yours, perfectly happy just holding your hand.
By the time Asmo had formed a pact with you, all pretense of "falling asleep during a movie" had died. When you all returned from your retreat after forming Asmo's pact, Asmo had flounced his way into your room proclaiming he wished to join the cuddle party.
"There's no room," Levi said, nuzzling even tighter into you.
" Yeah, get your own cuddle buddy!" Mammon all but shouted into your ear.
Asmo's face contorted into a pout of epic proportions, " there's room next to Levi."
"That's Beel's spot," Levi said drily.
"Why don't we just take turns…." You tried to help.
"That's not fair! We were here first!"
"How dare you offer up the Great Mammon's cuddle spot!"
Asmo.gave a winning grin. " Never mind, I found a spot." He happily made his way to the bed, and crawled on top of you. He placed his head on your chest, then wrapped his arms and legs around you like a koala.
"This is nice, good night Y/N!" And he was out like a light, and able to ignore Levi and Mammon's lingering protests.
When Satan formed his pact, he was told in no uncertain terms that there was no room in the cuddle party.
" That's fine." He pulled a chair right next to your bed, and sat in it. "I'm just here to read my book." You woke up the next morning to him sleeping in that chair.
After that, a certain peace came over the cuddle group. Everyone had a place, and no one dared to cross anyone else's territory. Everyone, including you, was aware of how fragile the peace was, and no one wanted to compromise their place.
But that peace quickly came to an end.
Belphie woke up in the middle of the night to no longer see Beel in their shared room. Expecting his twin to be raiding the fridge, he went down to the kitchen only to find it empty. As he made his way back to their room, he passed your door, and found it open. Peaking in, he saw the cuddle pile and decided that he needed in on that.
He had only stepped one foot in your room when Mammon, who had been woken up by the aura of change crossing the threshold, shouted, " There's no room!"
This effectively woke up everyone in the room, all of whom but Beel and yourself joined the choruses of " no room".
"It's alright, Belphie, you can have my spot,"Beel spoke up.
" No he can't. He has to join the wait list. If anyone joins the cuddle pile next, it's me," Satan had stood up from his chair upon making that statement, seemingly ready to escort Belphie from the room.
"But…"
" No Beel, it's fine. I'll just go back to our room," Belphie seemed to concede. But as he returned to his room, he had a devious smile on his face. He would not give up so quickly.
The next evening, Mammon's shriek of horror alerted the whole house that something was wrong.
"Belphie! That's my spot!"
Belphie, who was indeed in Mammon's spot, smiled in his sleep and nuzzled closer to you.
"Y/N! You know that's my spot! Why did you let him have it! "
" He showed up and said his sweet big brother said he could have it! How was I supposed to know he was lying?" You looked over at Belphie sleeping peacefully. "Look at him, Mammon, he's just so soft and squishy when he's sleeping."
"Yeah Mammon," Asmo giggled. "You should just be a good big brother and admit you lost this round."
"This isn't over." Mammon snarled. He then plopped himself on the floor, and swore to get there early the next night.
Which he did. By making you go to bed early. As soon as dinner finished, Mammon picked you up, shouted "Bed time!" Then ran to your room. The rest of the table, realizing what had just happened, immediately left the table and went running to your room. In all the chaos, Belphie stole Asmo's spot, Satan stole Levi's spot, and Lucifer grounded everyone for not cleaning their spots after dinner.
For the next three nights, things continued like this, the long held peace completely forgotten in favor of just finding a spot in the cuddle pile. No spot was sacred, and it was every demon for themselves.
Finally, you couldn't take it anymore. You visited Lucifer's office and slammed your hands on his desk.
"I need a second bed to set next to mine, or a bigger bed. This is non negotiable."
He glanced up from his paperwork with one eyebrow raised. "Or, you can tell them all to sleep in their own rooms."
"I can't do that!" You exclaimed. "I've gotten used to a certain lifestyle, and I can't give that up!"
He seemed unconvinced. So you decided to play your last card.
"Fine, but I'll tell them it was all your idea." You left the office without another word, and followed through on your promise.
Three days later, you returned from rad to find a second bed alongside yours, effectively giving you the space you needed. On that bed was a note.
"Tell your guard dogs that if I ever see any of them in my office again, I will personally feed them to Cerberus."
And thus, the great Devildom Cuddle War came to an end, with all six of your pact demons able to share in the cuddle pile.
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the funnest part of reading books is telling people the plot like its hot gossip
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Mc is late
Lucifer: You’re late.
Mc: You’re handsome.
Lucifer: You’re forgiven.
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