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MC Grooms the Boys in their Demon Forms

I got this little headcanon that if the boys get dirty in their demon forms they have to get cleaned up before they change back, especially on their specific demonic features, or else it'll hurt/just generally suck when they do change back

Lucifer:

It had to have been pretty bad for Lucifer to walk in in his demonic form, covered in blood

"Are you alright?!?!" You ask, shocked and worried.

"This isn't my blood," Lucifer assures you.

Well mark you down as scared and horny

"I need to go clean up."

"I'll help you, it looks like you got some debris in your wings."

Lucifer just sighs and goes to his room with you following him. He knows better than to try and argue with you at this point.

Once you are both in his room, you sit him down on an ottoman and start gently combing your fingers through his feathers.

You brush out the dirt and any loose feathers on the back of his wings before moving to the front

This is where all the blood is so you go get a wet washcloth from the bathroom

When you come back, Lucifer has removed his outer layer and is scowling at the blood stains on it

You take the garment out of his hand and lay it down on a chair "I'll get the stains out later," you assure him before you start to wipe the blood off his wings

Lucifer leans on you as you clean him up, relaxing at the feel of your gentle preening. He'll even rest his forehead against your chest/torso when you move to wipe down his horns

He'll pull you into his lap when you start to wipe off his face, watching you intently through garnet eyes as you do so.

You're definitely blushing, you've been this close to each other before, but something about this feels so much more intimate

Lucifer will just hold you for a little while after that, silently thanking you for your care and comfort.

Mammon:

Mammon barges into your room, whining. "MC!"

You look up at him, he's in his demon form and is covered in some strange black goo, and there is some Grimm stuck to the goo

"What the...?"

"Help me! Please!" He looks like might cry, he actually looks like he's in pain. He turns around to show you his wings that are stuck together.

You frown and get up to inspect the goo that he's covered in. "Hmm... stay here, I'll be right back."

You leave and come back with a lot of cooking oil.

"Cooking oil????" Mammon asks, confused.

"Just trust me."

Of course he trusts you, he wouldn't have come to you if he didn't. But he's still pouty about it.

You make him sit down and and you sit behind him, and using a little bit of the oil at a time, you're able to separate the goo from Mammon's skin, starting with his wings.

Mammon stretches out his wings once they're finally free, and you're mesmerized by their movement.

Mammon has to nudge you to get your attention again. "Hey MC, can you get the stuff outta my hair too?" He asks only slightly less pitifully than before.

"Yeah, of course."

You grab a chair and place it behind him so you reach his hair and horns easily.

He closes his eyes and leans into your touch, grateful for how gentle you are with him.

"So... another money making scam went wrong?" You finally ask as you pull Grimm off of his horns.

"It wasn't a scam!" He insists.

"Right. But it still went wrong?"

He huffs. "Yeah..."

You chuckle and just help him finish getting cleaned up.

Leviathan:

He walks in, grumpy, smelling of sea brine, and covered in blood and... jellyfish bits??

You approach him cautiously. "Levi? Everything okay?"

"It is now. I'm gonna go play video games."

You grab his arm to stop him from going to his room. "You have to clean up first."

He blushes at your touch, but still groans. "I just want to relax."

"You'll relax better if you're clean," you tell him as you practically drag him to the bathroom.

You have him take off his hoodie and gloves, then have him sit in the tub because you know that'll make him feel more comfortable.

He's reluctant to undress at all, despite all his layers, but his clothes are really gross... so he does what you say, but not without a red face.

You wet a washcloth and sit on the edge of the tub. "Tail please."

He places his tail in your lap without hesitation, trusting you fully.

You hum as you run the washcloth over his tail, taking special care to make sure no blood or salt is stuck between the scales.

"... why are you doing this?" Levi asks you, almost afraid of the answer you'll give him.

"Henry would help his best friend, The Lord of Shadows, clean up after an intense battle, right?"

Levi grins at you. "You're right, he would!"

He wraps his tail around your waist once you finish cleaning it and then start pulling jellyfish out of his horns.

"... I'm really lucky to have a true friend like you," Levi tells you with a blush on his face.

"Well I'm lucky to have you," you tell him before you kiss his temple.

He definitely faints in the bathtub

Satan:

Satan walking in flaunting a bloodied demon form is just another Tuesday, right?

But he's already calmed down from whatever rage had been fueling him as he goes to hide in his room

You go to his room only once you have supplies to clean him up with

He's already shed his boa and ribbons and is working on his shirt when you walk in.

You just look at each other for a moment, both of you unsure of what to do or say

"Uh... I brought stuff to clean up with," you finally announce.

Satan nods and moves to take the items from you.

"Oh, I was going to clean you up... if you want. I just thought you might want help with your horns and tail."

Satan moves his tail into his line of sight and grimaces at the realization of how dirty it is. "Yeah, I'd appreciate the help."

You sit down on the floor and pat the ground in front of you. Satan sits in front of you with his back to you.

You wipe down the entirety of his tail before cleaning out the ridges with cotton swabs.

"... did you lose control or did they deserve it?" You finally ask after several moments of silence.

Satan won't look at you when he answers, "Both."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not particularly. I didn't even want you to see me like this, but it's too late I suppose."

"... I have no illusions about what you are. You are a demon, and the Avatar of Wrath at that. I kinda expect this."

Satan looks at you. "I'm glad that you don't think poorly of me after this..."

You just kiss his cheek in response. "Of course, my love."

Asmodeus:

He always looks adorable and immaculate, so to see him enter with any amount of blood on him was shocking, much less what looked like enough blood to fill an entire person.

He barges in and screams out of frustration before stomping up the stairs to his bathroom.

You go to investigate when you hear his scream.

Asmo is peeling off his clothes when you enter the bathroom. "Asmo?"

He looks at you and huffs. "Oh MC, you don't want to see me right now. I'm disgustingly hideous..."

"That's impossible. You're always beautiful."

He smiles at you. "At least you think so."

You smile back. "Let's get you cleaned up. I'll wash your hair and you can tell me all about it, okay?"

Asmo nods and gets a bath running, before finishing undressing.

You light some candles and pour some rose scented oil into the bath to help him relax.

"You always know just what to do to make me feel better, MC!" He'll kiss on you for a little bit before getting in the tub.

He'll bitch to you about the demon he killed while you wash his hair and horns.

"... and then he said I wasn't even that cute! And that I was just full of myself!"

"Wow, the audacity of some people..."

"Right?! So obviously, I had to kill him."

"Obviously."

After Asmo goes through his whole beauty routine, he'll feel much better.

Beelzebub:

Beel walks in, covered in all manner of filth: blood, guts, food, dirt, debris. He looks tired and embarrassed.

You only need to take one look at him to know exactly what happened.

You say nothing as you gently take his hand and lead him to the bathroom.

You start running a bath and Beel undresses without you having to tell him to.

When Beel gets into the tub, he instinctually sits so that his wings can stay out of the water.

You use this to your advantage and very gently clean his wings.

"... Your wings are beautiful, ya know?"

Beel is surprised by this, no one has ever called his wings beautiful before. "Really?"

"Yes. They're so intricate and they shine with such iridescence."

He blushes and smiles a little. "Thank you."

You clean his horns and wash his hair while Beel bathes his body.

"You want me to make you a snack?" You ask him once he's clean.

He stands up and hugs you. "Yes please."

Beel will cling to you for the rest of the day, quietly grateful for the fact that you didn't judge or berate him.

Belphegor:

The only surprising part about Belphie killing somebody is the fact that he had to put forth effort to do it

You stop him from immediately going to take a nap and guide him to the bathroom instead.

He teases you the entire time about wanting to bathe him, and you let him for a little bit.

"You just wanna see me naked, huh MC?" "Of course you want to bathe me so you can touch me right?"

You're washing his tail when you finally ask "So why'd you kill them?"

Belphie looks away and doesn't answer immediately.

"So now you don't wanna talk?" You tease.

He huffs. "I was getting teased, I just had to remind a couple low demons who they were talking to."

"Huh, that's not usually your style. Too much effort."

Belphie sighs. "Yeah well... they were making fun of you too."

You smile slightly as you finally understand.

Once Belphie is clean and dry he'll demand cuddles, but you're more than happy to reciprocate.

Barbatos:

Barbatos also tends to look absolutely immaculate, so to see him sweaty, dirty, and a little bloody is shocking...

Until he tells you why.

"Rats," is the only thing he says with a disgusted look on his face.

"Oh, are they all gone now?" You ask tentatively.

"Yes. I've disposed of the vermin and plugged up the holes where they entered from. All that's left is to clean myself up," he tells you as he takes off his bloody gloves and throws them away. Barbatos looks at the time. "I'll have to be quick though. I'll need to serve the young master tea soon."

"Don't worry about it. I'll serve Lord Diavolo, you take your time getting clean and try and relax some."

Barbatos is a little shocked by your offer. "Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure, now go. And I better not see you for at least 45 minutes."

Barbatos chuckles. "Thank you." And he goes to clean himself up.

Diavolo is actually a little excited to have you serve him tea.

You two talk while you wait for Barbatos to return, who does so exactly 46 minutes later.

You look at your DDD to make sure he adhered to your one rule and roll your eyes.

Barbatos grins at you. "I did as you requested. Now I will resume my duties."

"Nonsense, take the rest of the night off. You've worked hard enough today," Diavolo tells Barbatos, understanding his disdain for rats.

You'll drag Barbatos to his room for some much deserved cuddles and praise.

"He graciously accepts your generous offer," you tell Diavolo before Barbatos can refuse.

Diavolo:

You don't want to know. You DON'T want to know.

You're not sure if something, or someone, stoked the Demon Prince's wrath or forced him to exert his dominion over the land but you're certain it had to have been bad for the prince to return to the palace in his demon form, covered in blood.

Diavolo is positively ashamed to have you see him like this, it's apparent on his face.

You do your best to appear calm and compassionate. You take one of his hands, not minding the dried blood on it. "Let's get you cleaned up."

Diavolo smiles slightly and nods.

You and Barbatos escort the prince up to his chambers.

You run a bath while Barbatos helps him undress.

Barbatos will take Diavolo's garments to go clean them while you help him bathe.

The bath puts even Asmo's to shame and you'll have to get into the bath with Diavolo just to be able to bathe him.

Your gentle but meticulous methods help Diavolo relax almost as much as the hot water does.

You speak sweet praises to the prince as you bathe him, telling him how smart and wise he is, anything to try and make him feel better about what he had to just do.

Once he's clean, Diavolo will thank you with quiet and chaste kisses on any part of you that he can easily reach.

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paridoliaaa · 2 years

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HEYYY IM JUST POSTING THIS PIECE I WROTE FOR MY BSF ❤️❤️

ANYWAYS

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Word Count: 8k

Racer!Mammon x Reader

As B/n dragged me through the crowd toward the concession stand I couldn’t help but notice that one particular racer seemed to have had an extremely large fanbase. ‘Must be the racer B/n came to see.’ I thought to myself. Noticing my wandering eyes, B/n spoke. “MC! I see you’ve taken an interest in Mammon.” She gestured to a large billboard with a lean, helmeted racer and a name brandished on it. “He just so happens to be the racer I took you to see today!” She smiled, “C’mon, I even got us VIP seats! Let’s go watch!” And with that she took off toward where the supposed VIP seats were.

As the time passed with stupid commercials and events, I felt myself growing impatient. “B/n!” I whined, leaning on her dramatically. “When will this stupid thing start!” She sighed, “Soon MC.” I closed my eyes and let the sunlight seep over my hat and onto my brow. Content with my little alcove in the cushioned seats, I finally allowed myself to rest. But when a loud microphone crackle sounded through the arena’s speakers, I jumped to my feet in shock. “Che Cazzo!” I screamed in reflex. But B/n only laughed, and pointed to the race track. “It’s starting MC! Can you believe it!?” She yelled, shaking me back and forth with delight. I glared at her, still upset about being ripped from my moment of calm, but the revving of the engines startled me out of my moment of lament. I turned towards the track and at that moment I knew my life had changed. I made eye contact with the most beautiful man I had seen to that date, as he pulled his eyes away from me and pushed back his shaggy white hair, his beautiful blue eyes shone in the sun. B/n spoke hurriedly to me, “MCDIDYOUSEETHATMAMMONLOOKEDATUS!!!!!!!” she shrieked, shaking me back and forth. But I couldn’t tear my eyes away from this beautiful being, who was now leaning against his sleek red race car with a smirk. When the ref announced that the race was to begin, he tugged his helmet on and leaped through the window of his car with alarming grace.

The race began, and the cars ripped around the arena in a terrifyingly close race. Mammon was in the lead, but a car driven by the best racer in our area was close behind him. Twiddling my fingers nervously, I careened my neck to look at my fangirl of a best friend, who looked like she’d seen a ghost. Finally, it was the final lap and R/n was gaining on Mammon too fast for comfort. But at the last moment, his car ripped forward impossibly fast and crossed the finish line first. B/n and I leaped from our seats in joy and hugged each other screaming and jumping. She suddenly grabbed my arms and tore down the stairs to the merch stand. With a serious look on her face she exclaimed to me, “MC. We are getting T-shirts and having Mammon sign them.” And with that, she slapped her credit card onto the counter and took the two shirts from the sales clerk.

When we got in line, I started to feel my nerves set in. But that got ten times worse when I reached the front. If I thought that Mammon was startlingly gorgeous from far away then he had to have god-level beauty close up. His perfect skin gleamed with sweat, and the wind from the fan tousled his hair. The fluorescent light shone through his blue eyes, that-as I’ve now noticed- are flecked with gold, and he flashed his white teeth at the fans who were constantly surging forward. When it was my turn, I turned to B/n nervously. “What if I embarrass myself!” I whisper-yelled in her ear. “You’ll be fine!” She smiled back at me. I approached the booth with a nervous smile. I gently placed the shirt in front of Mammon, who looked at me with a smile. “Didja enjoy the race?” He asked in a smooth baritone that made my heart flutter. “Yes… I- You’re very pretty.” I mumbled. The second that the words left my mouth I shot my head up toward him. My face blanched- he was looking at me perplexed but it seemed to worsen when he saw my face for the first time. I quickly grabbed my t-shirt off the counter and ran, ignoring the cries of B/n as I ran. Eventually, when I had already left the arena, B/n caught up to me, panting and looking angry. “What the hell was that for MC!? We finally had a chance to talk to THE MAMMON and you just left like that!?” My eyes welled up with tears. “I’m the worst B/n! I told him he was PRETTY! A total stranger! Ugh! He’s always gonna think about the stupid stupid person who called him PRETTY!” She grimaced, and then patted my arm in understanding. “MC… he seemed to not be upset when I was there.. He got up to say something the second you left but as soon as he left his booth, the media was all over him. Maybe you should’ve stayed.” I shrugged. Although Mammon seemed to be a good person, and he was definitely gorgeous, I hoped that I would never have to see him again. It would just be too embarrassing.

B/n had tried to drag me back to the arena to watch another race, but I refused. I couldn’t-I would just say something embarrassing again. Besides, today I had to go to the store. I pulled on the first shirt I found and tugged a pair of sweatpants on as I began my journey to the store.

I sighed heavily as I threw the items I needed into my cart and walked forward, scanning the shelves as I went. I stepped forward to grab the item I needed on the shelf, when suddenly, someone collided with me. I fell to the ground with an “OOMPH” and I sat there for a moment in silence before I heard a familiar voice call, “Are ya alright?” I looked up, already dreading the outcome and to my displeasure, it was Mammon. It seemed the realization dawned on him at the same time it did me. I scrambled to get up but he was faster. He yanked me up by my arm and did me a once over to make sure I wasn’t injured. Then, before I could run, he grabbed my hands. “Yer the person from the VIP signing. I tried ta go after ya but the press got in my face y’know? Why’d ya run anyways?” He questioned. “Well I-.... I dunno, I thought I’d upset you.” I mumbled. He pulled my face up to look at him and it was then I realized he had a disguise. He was wearing a fake mustache and glasses, and it was so horrible I giggled. “H-hey whaddya laughin’ at?!” He blustered, face turning red. “Nothing! Nothing!” I forced out between giggles. “Well, I think I should geta finish the message I was writin on yer shirt!” Then I realized the shirt I pulled on was the one he signed. I smiled, handed him a marker from my bag and turned so he could write on my back. I felt the scratching of the marker on my back. Then, without warning, he handed me the marker, hugged me quickly, mumbled a quick “Thanks.!” and ran away from me. ‘Strange…’ I thought, but I moved on with my shopping.

When I got home, I pulled off my shirt, anxious to see Mammon’s message. Written in a messy, wide script was this. ‘You’re prettier. Ya shouldn’tve left before I could tell ya. <3 Mammon’ And, my heart skipped a beat, his phone number. Grinning to myself, I punched his number in my phone. Although there were definitely some rocky bits, I knew I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

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