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slutifer · 18 hours

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𝗆𝖺𝗆𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆 𝗆𝖼

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 (𝖬𝖣𝖭𝖨) 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 (𝖿𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀), 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝖿𝖺𝖻 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖺 wc: 1068 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾: 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 (𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝖻𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾), 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗆𝗆𝗈𝗇 😰 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗍,, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒!! ♡

‘cause he’s so pretty when he goes down on me gold-skinned eager baby, blue shirt out the laundry he tells me he’s gentle when he wants to be so i think he wants to be gentle with me

mammon's eyes glistened as he slowly scanned your face. his thumb traced your lower lip, cupping your chin with a touch so delicate, it was as though you were the most precious gem.

he finally had you alone, quite a rare occasion in the house of lamentation, and he was relishing in it. his greed burned aglow in his chest, the flame being stoked by your warmth radiating through the small distance between your body and his.

you giggled softly at the love struck look on his face and teased his thumb with a swipe of your tongue, his cheeks instantly heating up at the action.

"d-don't tease me, mc." his flustered voice was soft but it seeped through the still air in his room, raising goosebumps on your arms.

you pushed his thumb past your lips, smiling around it and wrapped your fingers around his wrist, holding him in place. he inhaled a sharp breath at your obvious beckoning, pushing his thumb lightly against the press of your tongue.

his tongue peeked out through his lips, dampening them quickly before he removed his thumb from your mouth. you pouted dramatically at the loss of his digit only for mammon to gently push your body down. he hovered above you with his hands pressed against his bed on either side of your head. you took the opportunity to make room for him to slot himself between your legs and he groaned in response, almost instantly laying into your body.

his face found its place in the crook of your neck where he left lingering, open mouth kisses and soft bites.

"so beautiful," he mumbled against your neck.

your hands wrapped around him, pulling his body even closer. he responded most eagerly and pushed his body further into yours, grinding himself against your heat.

"and all for m-me, fuck-" he moaned breathily.

his mouth found yours in a firm kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips. the urgency of his mouth juxtaposed the feather-like caress of his hands traveling from your cheeks, to your neck, and down to your chest. mammon's fingers grazed over your clothed nipple, sending a shiver down your spine. he swallowed your moans as he teased your sensitive nub, responding with his own whimpers when you pressed your own pelvis onto his hardness.

"need to taste ya, treasure." he mumbled against your lips. you moaned in response, your hands tugged lightly on his feathery white hair.

"words, darlin', i need to hear ya." he urged, his fingers trailing down to the elastic of your shorts.

"yes, yes. please, mammon." you bit down on his lip softly.

"good girl," he smirked, pecking your swollen lips once more before he sat up, pulling your shorts and underwear off in one swift movement.

he wasted no time as he positioned his head between your legs, nearly salivating at the sight before him.

"so wet for me already," his breath fanned over your sensitive core and your pussy clenched around nothing, your hands gripping the sheets. he began kissing your inner thighs, slowly inching his way to your wetness.

"ah, m-mammon?" you stutter out, your body shuddering, responding to his lips dragging against your inner thigh.

"yeah, baby?" mammon peeks up at you, eyes glazed over, pupils blown out. he tilts his head, lightly leaning it against your thigh.

"you're so pretty." your voice barely above a whisper, his blush deepened.

"you drive me crazy," a small smile graced his exquisite features. he placed his hands on either side of your thighs pushing your legs further apart, dipping his head down and placing an open mouth kiss to your clit. your body arched off of the bed, hips rising slightly with a rippling pleasure.

your hands shot up, burying themselves in his hair once again. he chuckled lightly before gently sucking on the bundle of nerves. you could no longer control the sounds that escaped your throat as he ran a finger through your folds before pushing two of them into your dripping core. your eyes flutter shut, teeth gritting as he curved his fingers, hitting the sweetest spot.

he began fucking you with his fingers as he focused on lapping up your wetness greedily.

"eyes open. look at me, baby.” he pushed his fingers in roughly, forcing your eyes to snap open. whimpering, you perched yourself up on your elbows and looked down at the beautiful man between your thighs. his hair had become disheveled, strands hanging over his forehead as his frenzied eyes connected with yours.

the sight of mammon between your legs - fingers fucking into you, his mouth expertly working your pussy - was overwhelming, pressure began to build in your lower stomach.

"m-mammonnn," you moaned, unable to think straight, "baby, i'm s-so clo-ose!" you nearly squealed, fingers tightening their grip on his hair, pulling his soaked face closer.

he sped up his movements, the pressure continued to build in your body, your pussy clenching harder around his fingers.

mammon could've cum right then - your voice, your body, your everything. his eyes never left yours, taking in the sight of your fucked out face, tits bouncing as he pressed his fingers into you. you were his human, all his.

you took my breath away so now i can’t suck in my stomach around you anymore

“cum for me, baby.” he moaned against your wetness. the vibrations of his voice pulsed through you and almost as though a switch flipped inside of you, you screamed out, throwing your head back as you reached your orgasm. sparks went off all over your body, stars blurring your vision. your body tightened around mammon's fingers as you rode out your release, heart pounding against your ribcage.

he placed a delicate kiss on your thigh, removing his fingers. you sucked in a light breath through your teeth at the sudden emptiness, watching as mammon sucked his fingers into his mouth.

"all mine." he smirked, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. you moaned at the taste of yourself on him, sitting up and pushing him onto his back. mammon's eyes were wide, his mouth slightly agape.

"my turn." you smiled devilishly, straddling his hips.

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2d-reality · 5 months

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Little Things (The Greedy Secondborn)

characters: Mammon, GN!MC navigation: Lucifer | Mammon | Levi | Satan | Asmo | Beel | Belphie content/warnings: little things you do for the brothers, out of love. fluff. established relationship (implied you are dating all seven brothers equally with the exception of mammon whom i love more) word count: 584 notes: Each brother has their own part, linked above. I am still my own editor and I loathe editing, so please forgive any mistakes!

It’s no secret you baby Mammon. Even, and especially, when his brothers make his life a little more difficult with their sibling antics. It’s certainly lessened with you around, as any off-color comments are immediately met with a harsh glare and sometimes a short word of admonishment.

But even you can only stand so much of his klepto tendencies. He’s good about your most precious things, for the most part. Once, when you were still new to the Devildom, the heirloom necklace you had been unceremoniously transported with went missing. It was the only piece of home you had left, aside from your clothes, and you weren’t proud of the breakdown you’d had when you’d discovered its absence. You were so caught in your grief, and anger at every one of your newly-minted demonic housemates, that you didn’t notice the absence of your guardian for nearly two full days.

It was Asmo who returned your presently most prized possession; you’d been so relieved to have it back that you’d kissed both his cheeks through tears, uncaring of how it had returned to you and unaware of Mammon’s soulful eyes peering from around the doorframe of your bedroom. You had noticed he seemed out of sorts over the coming days, but chalked it up to his avoidant tsundere behavior. If you’d known back then he’d swiped it, in a moment of unawareness, gripped by his sin as he so often was, you might never have forgiven him.

Your relationship had evolved since then, and you wouldn’t dream of being cross with him now, especially if you learned that he’d hunted for your necklace, shook up every fence he had connections to, levied a hefty charge on goldie with the curiosities dealer that ended up with it, and weathered the lecture from Lucifer as a result without a word, all to see it returned to you.

He’d been much more careful with the things you held most dear since then. He’s more observant than anyone would give him credit for, especially regarding you, his shining jewel. But you knew that he was as much a victim to his sin as his brothers, and you had learned to cater to it, even if you didn’t know about his crusade for your necklace.

Lucifer (at least partially at the behest of Diavolo, you presumed) had established an allowance for you. You, ever independent, picked up shifts at the local spots when you could to earn your own money, but you wouldn’t lie, having a little extra to keep up with the elite (which you could forget the brothers were, at times) was nice. It was also nice to have a couple extra grimm to stuff in a pocket, or a drawer, for Mammon to take when his fingers got a little sticky. He ended up spending at least some of it on you, anyways; a popup cafe, a second dessert at lunch, a trinket that reminded him of you. He would vehemently deny being so sentimental, but the twinkle in his eye when you graciously accepted whatever treat he gifted you and returned the favor with a kiss twice as sweet was enough evidence for you.

If he knew you were purposefully leaving it in the same places every week, and never commented on the hit to your budget, he never mentioned it. You never said anything either, happy to make his life as easy as you could. It was no secret, after all, that you baby Mammon.

#obey me #mammon #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #mammon x mc #mammon x reader #om! mammon #mammon fic #fic #obey me x reader

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ad0rechuu · 1 year

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ik i already said this but once again COMGRATS ON 100!!!!! YOU DESERVE IT!!! ☺️☺️☺️

I humbly request 29 (giggling kisses) mixed with 33 (hushed convo between kisses), idk if im allowed to do that but Im requesting it anyway 😁

for this one I'd like either beelzebub or mammon!! your choice!!!

❪ # iii ❫ : MAMMON. ━━ PROMPT 29 & 33

higher by fifty fifty

🏷️ gn! reader , fluff / slight crack , tw: none, just a very angry luci , wc: 300 , notes: i love ur posts so i’m really honored that u requested this thank you mwah !

Mammon had messed up.

And somehow you were here too; hiding under a desk in an empty classroom.

“Seriously, Mammon, there is a point where you just have to give up on stealing Goldie. He’s gonna throw you off RAD one of these days.” You hissed. “Also why did you make me run away? I didn’t do anything!”

Mammon absentmindedly nodded at your words but his attention was on your lips.

It’s not like he didn’t care what you were saying. But he couldn’t focus with how pretty your lips were looking right now. He just couldn't help himself!

He leaned forward and pecked your lips, cutting you off as you were in the middle of your rant.

You stared back at him blankly, shocked at his actions.

Now it was his turn to freak out. Big bright blue eyes widened and his cheeks turned a pink hue. “T-that was-… I mean I uhm- you! Ugh- well…”

If he wasn’t so busy avoiding your eyes he would’ve noticed a loving smile creeping on your face as you watched him battle with his own words.

Shushing him, you softly placed your hands on either side on his cheeks. You've completely silenced the boy in front of you as you leaned in. Of your own accord this time.

Both of your eyes fluttered close as you lips met in a soft but passionate kiss.

It didn’t last long as you couldn’t contain the giggles erupting from your chest. He would never admit it out loud, but it sounded like a spring melody to Mammon.

The white-haired boy was about to lean in again when heavy footsteps started to approach the table.

“Mammon!” Lucifer’s anger resonated off the walls.

Mammon had messed up. But it was totally worth it if you ask him.

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devildomditzy · 2 years

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Wish Granted - Mammon x AFAB Bodied Reader (NSFW)

Woohoo! I finally finished this! Happy birthday clown boy I am so in love with you 😭

NSFW!! Minors please do not interact!!

This has plot points, dialogue, and spoilers for chapters about 33-38 I believe!!

Tags/Triggers: Language, Smut, AFAB Body Parts, Fingering, Penetration (If you’d like anything else tagged, please let me know!!!)

This is also my first smut please don’t go hard on me lmao anyway let’s go 🌸 - Happy Birthday Mammon!

“W-What we were wishing for… at that moment?”.

Your body goes numb. Acutely aware of the heat rising to your face, your gaze quickly darts to the floor, then back at the seven faces crowded around you. Tightening the grip you had on the bottom of your shirt, you slowly trail your line of vision across the expressions of your pactmates, willing them not to notice the sweat that has begun to gather lightly on your brow until your eyes meet the one who’s attention you cared about most.

Like clockwork, cerulean orbs with golden flecked irises lock onto yours. Feeling yourself shake a bit at the tension, you bring your hand up to your face to feign a cough. “Your video game cursed us into this time loop, and now you have to grant all of our wishes to break it? So uh, how…how exactly are you going to make that happen, Levi?”, you question, voice a little too high.

“Well, of course with all of your guy’s help!”, exclaims the third eldest, who didn’t seems apologetic enough considering the circumstances. A moment of silence befalls the room before the sound of a laugh comes from the mouth of the demon of greed. “Ya, sure, okay. You have fun with that Levi!”, he chuckles before tucking his arms behind his head, turning to leave the room.

“You guys aren’t gonna help?! You do realize this time loop affects us all, right?”, Levi bewilders. “I do have to agree with Mammon on this one”, Satan piques, crossing his arms and exiting the room, “This is your mess, so it’s up to you to fix it.” In what you can only assume is disbelief, Levi turns to Lucifer, who only nods before agreeing. “Right. Levi, it’s your responsibility. See to it that this day does not repeat again.”

At the sight of deer worry on his face, you place a hand on your friend’s shoulder. “Don’t worry Levi, I’ll help you out!”, you cheer, trying to hide the waver in your voice. Jacket covered arms make their way around you. “MC, you’re an angel!”, he cries, causing you to swallow hard, tongue suddenly feeling too big for your mouth.

Right, an angel… your brain feels fuzzy as your heart quickens at the thought of the inevitable fulfillment of your wish, the thoughts that plagued your mind when you found yourself alone. You curse yourself, knowing your idea, what you wanted at that moment, what you’ve wanted for awhile now, was way less than holy.

You begin with Lucifer, assuming it to be easiest to go to the oldest first, who’s wish should be the most rationale. You didn’t expect it to include the one person in this house you were too nervous to take in right now.

“If only Mammon could become a proper demon, life would be so much easier for me.”

You lightly curse under your breath, dragging your feet behind Levi as you make your way to Mammon’s bedroom. This was the last place you wanted to be right now. The silent embarrassment you feel simmers to the surface as soon as you take in the second born’s face. You can faintly hear Levi and Mammon arguing about something, and if you really focused you bet you could make out what they were saying through the ringing in your ears. You trail your gaze throughout his room.

It’s messy. Of course he’d live like a bachelor. Empty chip bags and dirty clothes litter the floor. You turn your attention to his car, a stark contrast on its platform, shining beautifully as if it was just waxed minutes ago. You shift your view downwards, and can feel your heart lurch when your eyes land on his bed. Flashes of your visions play through your head. You dart your tongue between your lips to allow some form of moisture to reach them, noticing how they were all too chapped, mouth feeling all too dry.

You follow their lead, walking back towards Lucifer to bring him the subject of his wish. Words are exchanged between the three of them, something about honesty and something about properness. It’s too hard to focus, the anxiety creeping up your neck making it near impossible. You see Levi run out of the room only to return with something in his hands. A piece of jewelry? A necklace or… a bangle.

Levi slaps the bracket around his brother’s wrist. Wanting to alleviate your own confusion, you try your hardest to tune back in. “So this bangle forces people to tell the truth!”, cheers Levi.

Oh dear Diavolo.

You don’t pay attention to what happens next in their exchange. You just know you need to keep that bangle far away from yourself.

The three of you make your way back to Mammon’s room. Naturally, you assume his wish is the next to grant. It was probably something to do with grimm, you think. You can’t form a deep thought, too busy being acutely aware of where the bracelet was at now, residing in Levi’s pocket. The idea that he could slip it on your wrist at any moment, forcing the intimate details of your wish out at any time; it was almost too much to bear.

You are suddenly brought back to the present moment at Mammon’s sudden pause. He’s refusing to tell Levi his wish. Why would he…

You begin to question his actions, but cannot complete the thought before Levi slips the bracelet back onto his brother. “Just so you’re aware, that bangle is made so that only the person who puts it on you can take it off.” You feel your body tense at the sentiment that falls out of Levi’s mouth. Your panic attack subsides as you hear Mammon call your name.

“I was thinkin’ about MC! I mean, I saw how MC was cozying up to Satan and Belphie and everyone at the party… bein’ all flirty and stuff. Like, if ya keep showin’ that sweet and happy side of yours in front of everyone like that, they’re all gonna fall for you! That’s why I wish you’d only do that sorta stuff when you’re alone with m…mmhhaohm..”

His words are cut off when he brings his hand to clamp over his mouth.

Your heart jumps to your throat and swells at your crushes’ confession. It’s almost too good to be true. Sure, Mammon’s made passing comments about his affection for you, but only in private, and never like this. You find yourself too stunned to speak.

“D’AAAAH LEVI! Take this damn bangle offa me before I go blurtin’ out even more stuff I shouldn’t!”, Mammon rages at his brother. Your mind continues to buffer as Levi refuses and darts out of the room. When you finally begin to regain some form of consciousness, it’s stolen from you again as a tanned hand wraps around your wrist firmly. “Hey, MC! C’mon you gotta help me! I’m gonna catch Levi and FORCE him to take this thing offa me!”.

You stumble over your own feet trying to match pace with Mammon as he leads you out to the main hallway, continuing his tirade about catching Levi all while pulling at the object fastened around his wrist. It’s kind of funny, you think to yourself. One of the most feared leaders of the Devildom bested by a bracelet. But, you figure this is best left unsaid, for his sake of course.

He seems to read your thoughts with his next sentence. “It’s no use. I can’t get this damn bangle off no matter how hard I try. What am I suppose to do? I can’t take havin’ this thing on me!”

It’s his next blurb that takes you by surprise.

“Like, what if I accidentally let it slip that I love you, huh!?”

You feel your body engulfing itself in what feels to be red-hot flames, bringing a hand to your mouth to cover up the fact it had dropped open in shock. Was this your wish coming true in some round about way? Was this Levi’s doing? It felt too good to be true.

Mammon seems to mirror your shock, quickly averting his eyes towards the floor. The words find their way out of your mouth before you can stop yourself, “How much do you like me exactly?”. You feel a tinge of regret, knowing it wasn’t fair to ask him such a thing while he was under the influence of this magical item, but the giddiness in your stomach wins over your rationality.

“I love you so much it’s crazy! Like, so much that my stomach fills with butterflies and my heart jumps out of my chest!”, he all but word-vomits out, not being able to help it. “I think about you all the time, even when you’re not around! Like, I feel like I’m losin’ my mind!”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, bringing a hand up to run through his hair. “D’AAAAH this is bad! I keep blurtin’ out every thought that pops into my head!”.

“Every thought huh….”, you trail off. Now that was an idea. If everyone’s wishes needed to be granted tonight, that includes you. Under normal circumstances, there’s no way you’d EVER be able to admit your thoughts out loud, short circuiting every time the images that ran through your mind popped into view. You doubt you could stand to look the avatar of greed in the eyes and admit your…fantasies… aloud to him and still have a single ounce of pride left in you after, even if he did just state his love for you. This was a step further. Scratch that, leaps and bounds forward. But, if you put on that bracelet, you’d have no choice but to fess up, your wants brought to surface in order to break this time loop.

“I cant let any of my brothers hear me talkin’ like this”, his eyes dart around, looking for something. “Come on, MC! We’ll worry about findin’ Levi later.”

Once again his hand finds its way to your wrist, but your quick to slide your own upwards, taking his hand into your own. If you didn’t know better, you’d swear you saw his blush get even darker. You allow him to pull you into the first door he sees, leading you both into one of the house’s many bathrooms.

“…All right, great. No one’s gonna be able to hear me from in here.” His usually demeanor seems to faulted as he shifts his focus on to you. His voice is barely above a whisper. “Now listen’. I’m willin’ to tell ya what it is I wished for…But only you, okay? Because you’re special to me.”

You promise not to laugh as you you watch him fiddle with the zipper of his jacket. You have to stop yourself from reaching a hand out to touch his face, his bashfulness letting on to the severity of his words. You know first hand how hard it is for him to share his feelings.

“So, here’s the thing. What I want is, you know, to h….me”, he mumbles under his breath. “Speak clearly, Mammon”, you encourage him to elaborate. “Ugh…I don’t wanna”, he huffs back in response. Tentatively, you decide to reach a shaky hand out to lift his chin, eyes meeting your gaze.

“All right, fine. What I said is…

I want to hear you say you like me, okay?”

You can’t help the smile that takes over your face. You couldn’t count how many days you’ve waited to hear Mammon say those words to you, how you’ve dreamt of him reciprocating your feelings you haven’t dared to admit. “Ugh… This is so embarrassing. Like, what kind of messed up torture is this anyway…”.

He goes in depth, explaining the train of thought that brought him to his wish. The excitement you feel makes you forget about the agony of admitting your own. Your words burst out of your mouth like fireworks, “I love you too, Mammon!”. Tears brim at your lash line as you throw you arms around him, almost making him lose his balance.

“Yeah, I love you too, like so much that it’s crazy. I don’t care if you’re a human and I’m a demon. None of that matters. As long as I’ve got you, I don’t need anything else.”

His words wash over you like a waterfall. You’re not sure who to thank at this point, but you wish the higher powers that brought you to him profusely in your head.

“Hmm, THATS weird”, a voice rips you out of your trace. Huh, you didn’t expect those higher powers to respond to you. “Yeah, it IS weird. I mean, I’m the Avatar of Greed, ya know? And yet here I am, head over heels on love with MC.”

“No, that’s not what I meant.” You freeze in place. You know that voice, and right now you could kill it’s owner for listening in on this intimate moment. Levi’s messy blue hair pops up from inside the bathtub. “I meant it’s weird that the charm doesn’t seem to have faded.”

The third born seems indifferent to his brother’s shock as he simply turns to you asking who’s wish you should try granting next. You can’t help but flicker your eyes to the bracelet on Mammon’s wrist. Well, if your wish HAD to be granted, you suppose now would be the best time to admit it.

“Levi, take the bangle off of Mammon”, you command. “What! Why?”, exclaims the otaku, “He’s finally being proper! You know, not a total scumbag!”

You ignore Mammon’s indignant shouts at his brother for the insult and Levi’s protesting, simply stating “I’ll need it to grant my wish.” With that sentiment, both boys shut up, Mammon offering up his wrist for Levi to slip the bracelet off and hand it to you. “I’ll also need this”, you finish, grabbing Mammon’s hand with a devilish smile and leading him back out into the hallway.

“H-Hey! Where are you going! Wait for me!”, calls Levi as he begins to exit the bathroom. Unfortunately for him, he finds himself unable to follow you, pact mark lighting up at your orders. “Go ahead and see if you can grant any of the other wishes without me. We’ll take care of my own.” You throw Mammon a chaste smile, taking in the way that his breathing hitches as you lead the demon back towards his own bedroom.

Now, it was your turn for your breath to hitch, nerves getting the better of you. You’d think just admitting your love for each other would make this part easier, but if anything it made it that much harder.

It’s Mammon who breaks the heavy silence between the two of you, blush still apparent on his face as you both lean against his pool table. “So uh, what’d ya need the bangle for? Cause if it’s to get me to admit more mushy stuff, I ain’t talkin’!”, he jokes, laughing lightly to try to dissipate the mood that had fallen between the two of you.

“A-Actually, I’m gonna need you to put this on me”, you you mutter, looking anywhere but at the demon before you’s face. A questioning look replaced his slight grin. He cocks his head to the side as if to ask why.

“Cause if I put it on, I can take it off right? And then I have a chance to chicken out, you know, not tell you my wish…what I was thinking about when Levi activated the curse.”

“Ah, cmon MC! Whatever yer wish was it can’t be anymore embarrassin’ than mine. And look, it turned out juuuuust fine!”, he flashes that blinding grin at you. The pit (and fire) in your stomach only grows. You give him your shaking wrist and a nod, allowing him to slip the bangle over your wrist.

No going back now…

“All right MC, now the The Great Mammon what ya wished for!”

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The worry inside you bubbles up and threatens to spill over onto the floor. He’s been frozen for a while now, the same expression on his face. The tension in the room is almost palpable, like if you reached out you could grab it. It’s been a full minute of silence from the second born, a rare occasion, since your wish fell from your lips into the air.

Finally, he clears his throat to speak, the brightest red you’ve ever seen beginning to adorn this cheeks, “Y-you want me to t-take you? Ya mean like on a date right? Ha ha, yeah sure MC! W-we can uh, w-we can go anywhere you’d like, just name the place and we’ll-”

“Mammon, that’s not what I meant”, you cut him off, staring at the floor which had suddenly become very interesting ever since your wish had left your mouth.

“D-don’t ya think I know that! J-just gimme a minute!”, he clambers, clearly not expecting the request you laid out in front of him.

Another moment of silence passes as you watch the second born scrunch his eyes shut, breathing deeply. He brings up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, contemplating. “W-we don’t have to! If you don’t want to! Really, it was stupid of me to even suggest it! I-I’m so sorry this is probably so awkward. Let’s go help Levi grant the others wishes first! T-that way we don’t have to do mine until last! A-and the spell will probably break before-”

This time he cuts you off, seemingly coming to a decision in his mind. “MC, quiet down would ya?”, he huffs, setting his glasses down on the pool table. You watch him carefully as he shimmies off his jacket, throwing it haphazardly onto the felt. You take a step back. Was it shock you were feeling? Surprise? Embarrassment?

He opens his eyes and stares daggers into your soul. Something in the mood has shifted, his usual goofy demeanor gone. As he moves toward you, you can’t help the shiver that runs up your spine - something he takes notice of with a low chuckle. “So, I was busy worryin’ that you wouldn’t tell me ya liked me, and the whole time you were thinkin’ about this?

He reaches you now, towering over you with his stature. He lifts a hand to your chin, roughly cupping your face to run his thumb over your cheek. “Seems like The Great Mammon’s been on your mind, huh?”, he whispers, almost jeering at you, teasing you. His thumb moves to run across your bottom lip, soft and smooth. You can stop the quiet whimper that leaves your throat, eyes blinking rapidly up at the demon before you.

“That’s a good human.”

You melt into his touch, unable to meet his gaze now. You swallow thickly, trying not to show him how much the little nickname effected you, but it was no use. “Ya like that, don’tcha MC? Bein’ a good little human? Bein’ my good little human.”

You can’t help it now. His name leaves your throat like a plea, “M-Mammon~”.

He reaches up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, bringing his face ever closer to yours. “That’s it, say my name.”

He stops his advances right before his lips meet yours, a ghost of uncertainty on his face. You flutter your lashes at him, silently willing him to continue. “Are you sure you want this?”, he asks quietly, almost timid now. Your heart softens at the sight. This. This is one of things that made you fall for him. The side of him he never showed his brothers; The side of him that was reserved only for you.

You bring your own hand up to settle on his own, gently caressing the back. “Mams, of course I want this. And I want this with no one else. There is no one else, it’s just you.” The expression that fills his orbs can only be described as adoration. “My wish,,” you continue “I was thinking about, you know, this because I’m always thinking about you. I’ve been head over heels for you since I got here. I love you, Mammon.”

It’s all he needs to hear. The second born’s eyes light up before he leans in, closing the gap between you. What starts soft and slow quickly becomes a needy mess of teeth and spit, tangled limbs and wanton touches.

He seems to experiment, biting down softly on your bottom lip. Gasping at the subtle pain, he quickly takes the advantage to slip his tongue into his mouth, beginning a fight for dominance. Though it was one you’d let him win, you weren’t going down without a fight.

You finally pull back with a soft moan, much to his annoyance as he chases your lips once more. You place a hand onto his chest, “Mams, as nice as that was, I still need to breathe”, you giggle, as he pops a cocky expression. “Oi, so you’re sayin’ I took yer breath away, huh?”, he smirks.

“Oh God, shut up!”, you laugh, playfully slapping at his grip, your nerves setting back in when you realize the smile he sported has slowly left his face. “Oh right, s-sorry”, you stutter, “You know it’s just a human saying.” His eyes narrow as he pulls you ever closer, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “You should know better than to mention that name here..”, he trails off, breathing deeply before continuing, “Don’tcha worry, by the time I’m done with ya the only thing you’ll remember how to say is mine.”

He punctuates the thought with a harsh nip to your ear lobe, sharp canines almost breaking skin. “A-ah!”, you can’t help but squeak at the sensation, going to reach a hand up to muffle yourself before he firmly grasps it, pulling it down to your side. “None of that. I wanna hear all the noises ya could possibly make.”

His hands start to move from your shoulders now, softly running up and down the skin of your arms to make their way to your plush hips as his attack on all your senses continues. Feeling bold from his ministrations, you decide to test to waters, teasingly reaching a hand down to grasp his growing length trapped beneath his jeans.

“F-fuck”, he can’t help but groan, taking a sharp intake of breath at the feeling, biting his bottom lip between his teeth. “On the bed. Now”, he hisses out, a demand you gladly comply with.

As soon as your back hits the sheets, Mammon is on top of you, hovering with a dangerous look in his eye. In an instant his lips reach yours again in a messy haze of want. His hands slide down from their place by your head to reach your chest. He hesitates only a second before squeezing your breasts beneath his palms, fingers digging into the flesh.

“Do you know just how long I’ve dreamt of seein’ ya like this? Havin’ ya underneath me? Undressin’ ya with my own two hands?”, his tone sultry as he continues feeling you up.

“Well then what are you waiting for? Help me take these off?”, you blink up at him innocently, but your voice was laced with something so much more sinister. The second born goes red at your suggestion, hands moving faster than he can keep up with as he lifts your shirt up over your head and all but tears at your bra.

“A-ah careful! That was expensive!”, you complain, bracing yourself as you hear an inevitable rip in the material due to his rough handling. He’s almost out of breath when he replies a quick “I’ll buy ya another”, too excited to get to the main event.

As soon as the material leaves your form, he latches on, biting and sucking harshly. You can’t help the high pitched sounds that leave your throat as his tongue circles your nipple softly, only to be interrupted by the feeling of sharp fangs clamping down. Bringing a hand up to your other breast, he begins poking and pinching, rolling the nipple between his fingers mercilessly.

“I-it’s too much! Slow down puh-please”, you plead, feeling the familiar sensation begin to bubble in your stomach. Your words fall on deaf ears. Now that he’s heard those pretty noises that you can make, how could you expect him to hold back? Maybe if he were a better man, he thinks to himself, he could be softer, making this a tender moment. But he’s not; He’s one of the Devildom’s Seven Leaders for a reason dammit.

His mouth leaves your chest to once again crash upon your lips, as his hand dips down between your thighs, beginning to rub at the material of your jeans. You almost can’t hold back now either, breaking apart your kiss to speak. “Mams, I need you”, you whine, giving the boy above you your best pout. He laughs, jeering at your display, “Glad to know I’m not the only one here who’s impatient.”

In a flash, he unbuttons your jeans, pulling the denim down along with your panties. As soon as the cold air hits your most private area, you cross your legs, covering up. His face flashes concern. “O-oi, what’s wrong?”, he asks, leaning back to give you space just in case you changed your mind. You simply giggle up at the white haired demon, “It’s not fair that I’m the only one undressed, you know.”

It takes a second before your request hits him, but you know it does when an annoying smirk flashes across his face. “Oh? Didn’t get enough from all my cover shoots did ya? Don’t worry, MC, I’ll give ya juuust what ya want”.

Oh you know what he’s doing. That absolute dick.

Slowly, sloooowly, Mammon reaches his hand under his shirt, slightly lifting up the material to let you peak at his abs. He runs his fingers up and down the muscles before lifting the black shirt up and over his head, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his neck once freed, lolling it from side to side. His eyes flicker down at you to test your expression, finding you gulping at the sight.

“Ya like whatcha see dontcha, MC?”, he questions with an irritating cockiness, hands reaching his waist now to carefully, agonizingly, undo his leather belt at a snail’s pace. “Mams, p-please!”, you cry out at his little strip tease, “Need you now!”. His face softens with your pleading. “Gah! okay, okay- ya know how cute ya sound when you beg?”, he huffs speeding up his movements.

He strips himself completely, leaving you both bare within each other’s presences. He leans down now, eyes full of appreciation as he begins kissing down your body. Softly, a hand comes down to rub at your mound. He pokes at your clit, rubbing in circles once he hears you begin to cry out. One ring clad finger enters you, then another as he stretches you out, preparing you for what’s to come.

“So wet, so pretty, and’s all for me”, he breaths, “how in the hell did I get so lucky?”. You smile at his admission, leave it to him to be so cute at a time like this. His eyes flash up at you, a beautiful mix of lust and love. He seems almost shy when he asks, “Do ya think you’re ready now?”.

You nod at him with a soft smile, reaching a hand out to caress his cheek. He leans into the affection, expression matching yours. “Right. Just let me know if ya need me to stop.” Your small nod signals the okay as he lines up with your entrance.

He slides in gently, giving you enough time to adjust to his size. The stimulation is dizzying. He’s certainly the biggest you’ve had - as to be expected of a demon - but you’re so over taken by the sensation of him stretching you out, and your wish being granted at the same time. He gives an experimental thrust and he already has you on the brink.

He’s knows it too if your clenching is anything to go by. “Shit- so tight!”, he groans through his teeth, “Keep that up I’m not gonna be able to last.” As he begins to set the pace, your mind goes blank. It’s not long before he has you seeing stars. “M-Mammo.. gonna…”, you manage to choke out, letting him know your limits. “Y-yea, me too,” he huffs, “Go on an cum for me, ya? Cum for me treasure.”

At his command, you fall apart. He chases after you, thrusts becoming sloppy as he finishes inside. “F-fuck, I love ya, MC”, he croaks out before coming down from his high, collapsing on top of you.

It takes a bit for you both to catch your breath, still basking in the afterglow of the moment. He holds you in a vice grip, like he can’t believe what just happened actually happened; Like he’s afraid you’ll leave him at any moment. He lifts his head up to look at you, face flushed and adorably messy.

“So, do ya think the time loop broke? I-I mean we granted your wish?”, He questions. “I dunno, I guess we’d need to go find Levi to see. Wanna go check?”, you ask, studying his beautiful wrecked expression.

He burries his head back into its rightful place in your neck before muttering, “Nah, not yet. Let’s stay like this for awhile. If we don’t repeat today again, I wanna savor this moment while it lasts.”

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leifkncries · 1 year

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Mammon's plans never work out, do they? (2/2)

no next part, this is the last part i'll make for this

Slowly breathing in and out, Mammon's eyes opened slightly, waking up from his slumber. Pursing his lips, he sat up well, tried. The twins were hugging him tightly. Sighing, he shoved their arms off rather roughly and sat up.

Getting off the bed, he patted his jacket. There wasn't any dust. He just felt like he should do that. Looking back at the bed, he saw that they all squeezed into one bed and he was in the middle of it.

Sighing, he went to the other bed and took a pillow. Placing the pillow in the spot he was before, he could see Belphegor clutching onto the pillow as if he feared the loss of comfort.

He held a fond expression, looking at the sight. 'It feels weird doing this again..' He thought, feeling a bit nostalgic. If he remembered correctly, he would always do this whenever the twins would be too terrified to sleep alone.

'It.. feels good. As if 'm still an older brother to them again.' A ghost of a smile appeared on his face, before shaking his head. He needed to go. Well- wanted. He wasn't sure what to do.

How much time has even passed?

Should leaving be his top priority?

But.. What if they tampered with something?

He heard them before… speaking about using their magic to keep him here...

Surely it was just a joke.

But.. knowing how affected they were by a family member's death…

Gulping, he twisted the doorknob to reveal… well, the hallways of course. The light startled him, as the twins decided to close all the lamps and such. To be truthful, Mammon only really wanted to leave because he was a bit…. scared of the dark.

It was childish, so what?! Mammon didn't even get to have a proper childhood! Stupid acting all perfect or you're getting locked in the basement rule...

Adjusting his eyes to the light, he observed the dimly lit hallways. 'Is it late?' He asked himself, furrowing his brows as he didn't know what was going on. 'Oh yeah, I can just use my D.D.D.' He nearly face-palmed. Of course.

He reached into his pocket, feeling the smooth surface of the case of his D.D.D. Opening it, he was shocked to see a lot of calls and notifications. 'I'll read their messages.' Mammon told himself.

Fumbling around with his D.D.D, he clicked the notifications from Lucifer as it had the least.

Yesterday

Lucifer

Where are you?

Lucifer

I can't track you. Where are you?

You aren't reading the messages.

Mammon.

Lucifer

Are you out at a bar?

No, I would see your location.

Where are you, Mammon?

Lucifer

This isn't funny.

Getting a search party would be a complete waste of time.

Don't disappoint Lord Diavolo.

Today

Lucifer

I decided to send a search party yesterday and then slept.

Come back already, Mammon.

Lucifer

They searched everywhere.

They couldn't find you.

Where are you?

Lucifer

Come back.

I'll search for you later as well.

Perhaps I can find something that others could not.

I am an Avatar, after all.

'I went missing but he's still as prideful as ever, that damn Lucifer.' Mammon cursed in his head, sighing. He wasn't in the mood to look at the other messages because this immediately dampened his mood.

Clicking on the box where you put your message, he typed up a quick message to Lucifer. Clicking the reply button... Well, he couldn't. There wasn't a reply button.

He could receive messages, but he couldn't send them. What type of logic was that?

I mean sure, no one wants some demon lords to go to another universe to rescue their brother. But still, just blacklist him from saying the words 'universe', 'timeline', 'dimension', etcetera!

Shaking his head, he didn't even bother to try and call him back. 'Eh, probably won't work as well!' He scorned, lips curling into a frown.

"Whateva', It's 1 in the morning." Groaning, he put his phone back into his pocket and walked around. "I wonder what time it was when I arrived here?" He hummed.

Walking around for a bit, he stopped at a door.

'I'm bored..'

Okay, he didn't expect this place to be boring. It genuinely felt colorless! It made him want to watch the paint dry, it would be more entertaining than this. Whatever, it was probably because it was 1 AM.

Looking at the door he was next to, he recognized it as Lucifer's door. 'Wonder if he's awake right now? I swear if he's overworking himself again..' He scowled.

He was about to twist the doorknob to check before the door opened for him. He flinched, looking at the black-haired demon in front of him. The door creaked towards the side, nothing except themselves in front of them now.

"Mammon." The loud, booming voice made Mammon sweatdrop, though he did absolutely nothing wrong. Avoiding his eyes, the white-haired demon spoke.

"I just woke up, ya know? Didn't exactly plan to be awake at 1.." He grinned, resting his palm on the back of his head. 'Damnit, I feel my energy depleting already. But.. why? I just slept.' He could've groaned, but he was in front of Lucifer. Perhaps later.

Lucifer sighed, staring at the white-haired demon. 'He's avoiding my eyes..' He frowned. "Ma-" He began, before getting cut off. "Luci.. ya aren't overworking yourself again, right?" Mammon asked, looking at the demon in worry.

'E-Eh- Why did I say what was on my mind?! He's gonna yell at me, isn't he?!' Mammon cried to himself, mentally preparing to get shouted at.

A few moments passed, and Mammon opened his eyes and glanced at Lucifer, who held a fond expression. Question marks floating around Mammon, he popped them all.

"Eh... Luci?" He felt a little awkward, he stood there with his head down and his eyes closed for a few minutes. It was embarrassing, to say the least.

Lucifer flinched and shook himself out of his trance. "Ah... Apologies, I'm not thinking straight at this hour." He coughed, looking away. 'That was embarrassing. I was reminiscing about the times he forced his way into my room to help me sleep and stop overworking.' His ears were tinted red, showing embarrassment.

"Eh? It's fine, I guess." He hummed, glancing again at the dim hallway and looking back at the Avatar of Pride. "Why are you awake?" Lucifer asked. "Just bored," Mammon spoke casually before his eyes widened.

'Speaking casually to Lucifer and him accepting it? Is this a lucid dream? I mean, this is an alternate universe or whatever so I guess I understand.' He thought to himself.

"Would you.." Lucifer began, before trailing off. Mammon raised an eyebrow, and Lucifer's ears got redder. (AGAIN, out of embarrassment. This book is purely platonic and everyone knows it, but I just wanna clarify in case you don't know.) "I need to rest. Goodbye." Lucifer said, closing the door.

Mammon stared at the door, disbelief written on his features. 'Damnit! I'm curious now. What in Celestia did he want to say?' He scoffed, looking at the wooden entrance and exit.

He sighed, walking off. Meanwhile, Lucifer was slapping himself mentally. Did he seriously stop himself from inviting Mammon to his room because of his pride?

Even for his dear younger brother, it seemed as if he couldn't do anything. 'Truthfully, it would be weird for me to ask him to come here. What can he do? Sleep? He just did.' He reasoned with himself.

'Yet..' He stared at the closed door. 'If our family was simply alone with nobody interrupting our precious time..' He pursed his lips.

'Perhaps I would prefer that.'

Walking down the hallway, the Avatar of Greed passed the other two doors. His room, (Which was strangely locked) and Leviathan's room. He then realized there was light coming from the cracks of the room. He walked back to Levi's room.

'Why am I still tired?' He asked himself, sighing. 'I'm not as tired as before, but still. Is this what Belphie feels every day?' He asked himself, before looking at the younger's door.

'Damnit, I never memorized the code.' He huffed. Well, might as well kick the door open. Using force, he kicked the door open. As he did that, he felt strangely a bit weaker. He didn't ponder on that.

"Wha- Who the hell- Mammon?!" Leviathan exclaimed in surprise, staring at the older. "Yo." Mammon waved. "Why do you look tired? Did you even sleep with Belphie and Beel or what?!" Leviathan asked, trying to mask his worry with annoyance.

"I did." Mammon nodded. "Must be a side effect of dimension traveling. If anime taught me anything, it's that everything has side effects." Leviathan hummed, before sighing. "Just get in, I knew that the second you showed up you would stir up trouble for me." He rolled his eyes.

'Ugh, I can't act all cringy and nice to him. Only normies do that! Even though I do miss him a lot... Whatever! He'd tease you anyway!' Leviathan huffed, scowling.

Mammon walked inside the room, looking at the system with the 'pause' screen. It seems like he was playing a game about an Italian plumber. What was it called again? It's pretty popular, and it was on the Deviltendo Switch, which Leviathan bought.

"I'm playing Super Plumbing Simulator. You can join, just don't mess my gameplay up with your trash gaming skills. You also have to play as Luigi cause I'm not letting you touch my account. I still have the account you made, use that one." Leviathan said.

Mammon nodded, sitting down next to the system. Leviathan took an extra controller and passed it to Mammon, who caught it.

Truthfully, Leviathan was excited. Finally, he can play with his older brother. Plus, they were alone! Nothing can disturb them. Sure, Mammon's skills suck ass, but Leviathan managed to save beforehand anyway. He can just replay that part again.

"In this game, you play as Mario, an Italian plumber who goes through wacky adventures while trying his best to keep his tough job," Leviathan explained, looking over at Mammon and explaining the controls as well.

"So this is how you do it.."

They laughed, cheered, and smiled while playing the game. Though Mammon did it rather weakly, he still felt warm and mushy inside.

"You have to press that button, and I'll pull this lever-" Leviathan began to say, before feeling a heavy weight on his shoulder. "Ow.." He winced and looked at Mammon.

His head was on his shoulder, his soft white hair poking Leviathan's ear. "So, his eyes finally gave up?" Leviathan shook his head, chuckling a bit.

He put Mammon's head on the floor and stood up. Taking two pillows and a blanket, he put one under Mammon's head and one beside Mammon's pillow. After all, he couldn't carry him.

Saving and closing his progress and the Deviltendo switch, he took the blanket and put it on Mammon. He also put the controllers in a safe spot. He didn't want them to get damaged.

He sure was lucky he put a carpet there. I mean, he slept there sometimes as well, so he didn't want his head slowly dropping to the cold hard floor and getting brain damage.

Finally, he laid his head down on the pillow he put. Taking the blanket and shuffling under it as well, he closed his eyes with a warm smile on his face.

He could get used to this.

Mammon woke up, but with his arms wrapped around a demon's neck and him being behind the demon instead of his head on Leviathan's shoulder. 'Deja vu?' Mammon questioned in his mind. "Beel?" Mammon looked at the orange hair and immediately knew who it was.

"Oh... Hi, Mammon." Beelzebub set Mammon down, against his better judgment. "Why were ya carrying me?" Mammon asked, now walking side by side with Beelzebub.

"Leviathan woke up and told me your energy strangely drains quickly as if you were using mana 24/7, so we needed to ask Satan about it," Beelzebub explained, looking at Mammon. "You were still asleep, so I carried you." He said.

"Eh?.." Mammon was surprised. "Well.. ya shouldn't question it. 'm sure it's just a side effect." He pursed his lips. "If it's something bad.. what if we lose you again?.." Beelzebub frowned.

Widening his eyes, Mammon stopped. He looked at Beelzebub and smiled a bit. 'Maybe they care about me..' He thought, the thought making his insides gooey.

"Mammon?" Beelzebub looked back and saw Mammon smiling. Mammon flinched and caught up with Beelzebub, who was smiling at him.

"I'm glad you're happy here.. You were smiling." Beelzebub grinned, happy at that revelation. "Maybe you can stay here forever. You'll be happy, I promise." He told the other.

'I- I shouldn't.. but why is it so tempting? Why can't I refuse it?' The white-haired demon thought, looking down. "Let's go to Satan first, aight?" He smiled at Beelzebub.

Beelzebub nodded. "Yes. We shouldn't let you get hurt." He said and picked up the pace. Of course, Mammon being the fastest could easily catch up with him.

Finally, they reached Satan's room. It seems like Beelzebub was running from the dining room to Satan's room. Understandable. To think of it, Mammon never really ate yet...

The orange-haired demon knocked on the door, and it was opened by Satan. "What happened?" The yellow-haired demon was holding a book about dimensions.

"I want to ask you a question," Beelzebub said. "Hm. It's about Mammon's situation, isn't it?" Satan hummed, glancing at the Avatar of Greed who was behind the Avatar of Gluttony, who nodded.

"Come in. You too, Mammon." He walked back into his room and invited the two in. Well, the two walked in. "So, what is it?" He took a bookmark and put it inside the book, closing it.

"Well.." Beelzebub looked at Mammon, before looking at Satan. "Do you know why Mammon's energy seems to drain?" He asked, furrowing his brows.

"Hm.." Satan hummed. Suddenly, his eyes widened. "Ah, I understand now." He sighed. "Eh?" Mammon asked. "Yes, I do." He said.

"It's nothing bad, don't worry. It's just that since you aren't from this dimension, your mana or energy has to keep you alive automatically. If you exert more force, more energy is used." Satan explained.

"Wha- How is that nothing bad? What if I randomly pass out at some moments?" Mammon panicked. "We can make you a part of this universe, or lend you some of our mana," Satan smirked.

Mammon flinched, staring at the demon with disbelief. 'Is that why my greed doesn't seem as strong as before?! It's because the thing that usually powers my greed is getting drained!' Mammon thought.

"But- I need to get back to my dimension!" Mammon exclaimed. The temperature in the room dropped. 'Thank Celestia I'm a demon heater.' He sighed.

"Why would you want to go back?" Beelzebub asked, staring at the demon. "Well.." He hesitated, but whatever. He can't be a failure again...

"What if I mess something up? What if I do something wrong again? I always mess things up and I'm always a disappointment." It was rare for him to vent out his feelings like this. Is he getting attached?

"Mammon.." Beelzebub sadly looked at him. "Mammon.. you aren't a disappointment." Satan reasoned. "We never appreciated you enough when you were alive." He frowned.

"When you died.. we finally realized that we were all assholes to you and that we needed you." Satan sighed. Mammon was silent, and...

drip, drip.

Tears were falling down his face.

That's all he wanted to hear.

That he was appreciated and needed...

That he was loved.

Mammon rubbed his eyes, a stupid grin on his face. "Heh.. ya mean it?" He asked because it felt like a dream. Satan smiled back.

"Yes. Yes, we do."

He sat in the dining room eating lunch. Beelzebub carried him to the dining room because he didn't eat yet. "Oh right, we have a new D.D.D for you." Beelzebub perked up.

"Eh? Why?" Mammon raised a brow. "Leviathan accidentally stepped on your D.D.D when you were sleeping. Here you go." Beelzebub stood up and gave Mammon the demonized phone.

"Oh, uh.. thanks." Mammon pursed his lips and had a ghost of a smile on his face.

It felt like the celestial realm.

Yet Mammon forgot one thing.

He wasn't in the celestial realm, but the devildom.

And in the devildom...

There's the Avatar of Pride that believes that you are his pride.

There's the Avatar of Envy that only wants you, him, and the rest of the brothers to be together. Nobody else.

There's the Avatar of Wrath that will destroy everyone and everything in his path if it's for you.

There's the Avatar of Lust that wants your attention on him and the rest of his brothers ONLY.

There's the Avatar of Gluttony that's especially hungry for your affection and love.

There's the Avatar of Sloth that will make your dreams about them and them only.

And finally...

There's you, the Avatar of Greed who's greedy for validation and appreciation.

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daintydreamsy · 2 years

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mammon really only learned to play the flute for a gig. and then a little more after, and then a little more. it was his favorite instrument, but he really had no interest in learning it! and no- practicing an hour everyday doesn't count-!

his breath was steady as he hummed a rather lax tune. it was just something small to pass the time, really. he hadn't expected to see your ogling to be staring at him!

his hands shook when you jumped out from behind a bush, a big grin on your shining face. oh boy, mammon was really in it this time.

"hey! don't scare me like that!" he mumbled, pressing the flute to his chest. you laughed heartily, and he swore he could see god. the way your grin shined in the light.

"sorry, but you sound so good!" you took a seat on one of the benches in front of him. "will you play just a little more? I've got a few more minutes of break 'til I've got another class to go to."

he really wasn't planning on playing any more. he had already offered to walk with beel to his practice, and asmo wanted to go shopping after classes but...

"tsk, only for you, human!" he grumbled, pressing the flute up to his lips once more.

yes, they could wait for just a little bit, couldn't they?

#obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me swd #omswd #obey me mammon #om mammon #mammon #obey me mammon x reader #mammon x reader #mammon fic #swd mammon #obey me x reader

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mammoneythegreat · 1 year

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I NEED more fics about mammon going apeshit.

#mammon #mammoney #obey me mammon #obey me shall we date #mammon fic #angry mammon

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turtleybeachin · 2 years

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Devil's☆Fortune

(AO3 has real cute formatting to feast your eyes on with demojis and everything.)

A story about what happens after the in-game text between Asmodeus and Mammon titled "Fortune-Telling".

Mammon is (not!) worried about why the exchange student wants to talk to him so badly after Asmo teases him about the last few times his Devil's Fortune said he'd have bad luck. Not wanting to risk the (very slight!) possibility that he might have bad luck with *them*, he spends the day very smoothly avoiding their company. Can he make it to midnight?

PAIRING: Mammon x Gender Neutral Main Character RATING: PG for language WORD COUNT: 3753 FEATURES: Fluff, Standard Brotherly Shenanigans, Humor, all the brothers to some degree

Asmodeus: Did you see today's Devil's☆Fortune?

Mammon: What're ya talkin' about?

Asmodeus: The program they broadcast in the morning!

Mammon: I ain't asked for that. I'm askin' about today's fortune-telling!

Asmodeus: -evil giggling demoji-

Mammon: What?!

Asmodeus: Didn't some RAD students get you all drenched with the water hose the other day? You know, after it said you had bad luck.

Mammon: That was just an accident!

Asmodeus: And before that, you also had a devil crush mango thrown at you when it said you had bad luck, no?

Mammon: I'm tellin' ya it has nothin' to do with that stupid fortune-tellin'!

Asmodeus: And before that when it said you had bad luck, you lost so badly at a casino, people were rolling over the ground laughing, if I remember correctly.

Mammon: I'm tellin' ya it's all a coincidence!

Mammon: What did it say about today?

Asmodeus: -whistling demoji-

-----

Damnit! Man, not another crappy day! Nah, this ain't going to happen to him, no way. In fact, just to prove himself right, Mammon pulls out his D.D.D. to go place some guaranteed winning bets on the races today. There's no way he loses there, and that'll prove the whole stupid fortune show a hoax.

"Mams? Mammon, hey, knock knock!" a familiar voice calls from the other side of his bedroom door.

Any other day, any other time, he'd be flinging his door open to let his human come in and hang before they head to classes together. It's practically routine at this point, like the day ain't actually started until they see each other and agree on the shared vibe. His bad moods are theirs, and their stressed mornings are his to fix.

But today?! Not that he believes those dumb fortunes mean shit, but in the very slim possibility there is in fact a trend there, he can't risk it today! What if he does something stupid, or pisses them off, or makes a fool of himself in front of them?!

-----

My Human: Hey, Mammon?

My Human: Mammon, it's me at your door.

My Human: I wanted to talk to you. Please?

My Human: Mammon, I can see you reading my messages.

My Human: Can we walk to RAD together?

Mammon: Sorry human, already left. Ya gotta be quicker than that if ya wanna spend time with The Great Mammon!

My Human: Oh, okay. Well, let's have lunch together today. Just the two of us.

My Human: My treat.

My Human: .... Mammon??

-----

Well shit. Now he has to find a way out of his room without the human seeing him climb through a window to sprint down the street. And a new plan for lunch that is more important than hanging out with them. Which! Obviously is any plan, because The Great Mammon definitely always has better things to do than spend time with some smelly human.

Which is a good thing because if his stupid fortune was right, they are probably wanting to call him a scummy moron and tell him to get his toothbrush and charger and spare hoodie and favorite slippers out of their room and leave them alone forever. Shiiiiiiiit.

"Yooohoooo~" an unwelcome voice coos outside his door, and he hears his human respond to Asmodeus with their ever-present gentle amusement. They really don't have to be so accommodating, especially of Asmodeus. Don't they know he's just going to try to take advantage of that? If anyone should be walking them to campus, it's him, he's their first demon and--!

And damn that stupid fortune crap. He listens as his brother chatters happily, flirting at his human and urging them along, and complimenting how soft their hand is?! Grrrrr...

Only one thing to do now, though: get to RAD before them, without being seen by them. Last thing he needs is them thinking they caught him in a lie. It's a good thing he never much cared to have a neat stupid uniform like Belphegor or Satan or Asmodeus or Lucifer; sprinting through the woods doesn't do much for looking all prissy and fancy. See, days like this are why it's good to generally look like you fell down the side of a cliff and then rolled through a briar patch!

-- Not that either of those things actually happen, of course.

-----

Between classes, Mammon slumps down a wall in the hallway to pull out his D.D.D. and check the races. His face twists in dismay and he throws his head back with a thump. "Aw, c'mon!" he shouts, startling a little crowd of lesser demons skittering by.

"Mammon?"

And ain't that just the icing on his cake. Losing everything on horses that had been easy wins for the past month, and before he can even fully mourn the size of his debt, they're side-stepping the flow of traffic to get to him. Not now! Don't come kicking a man when he's already down!

Running would be too obvious, too pathetic. The Great Mammon don't run from some stupid human! But they're closing in, and he ain't about to have the whole stupid school witness this humiliation, so he's got to find an out. His gaze darts around the hall to see some stupid little teacher pet nerds shuffling this way, hidden behind a stack of books taller than the lesser demons carrying them. Everyone is parting for them, aware they can't see where they're going.

Obviously the only thing to do is to pivot toward his human with a cocky grin and swing an arm out and up in greeting, which just so happens to knock into the poor suckup's pile of books to send them flying. It starts a domino reaction, the first little demon squawking in alarm at who they've hit and reeling back directly into the other little dork who also scatters everything before sprawling atop the pile with the first demon atop them.

Perfect. "Oi! Watch yerself!" he blusters, and as expected the human pivots in alarm to try to help the demons tangled up in limbs and books and papers on the floor. Which is his cue to swivel and slide into the crowd walking past to get to their next class, successfully dodging the ambush.

-----

With his accounts (just a little) wounded from his betting disaster earlier, Mammon has no choice but to eat on campus at lunch. Which sucks, because any other time and this would be the perfect day to have been promised being treated to a meal! But nah, his shitty fortune gotta mean it'd turn around fast, either an unpleasant conversation or maybe food poisoning or with his luck it'd be some sorta questionable stain that everyone would whisper about the rest of the day.

He's sitting with his brothers and picking at his food as he tries to surreptitiously keep an eye out for the human coming to join their table. They're always welcome at a lot of tables, but they're smart enough to know you got to pick your company wisely, and ain't no better company than The Great Mammon of course! (Also, they're definitely looking for him today to try to have whatever conversation they're planning.)

"Maaaammoonnnnn~" Asmodeus is smirking at him from across the table, too aware of his hunched shoulders and anxious pout. "What's wrong? You're going to get wrinkles on that pretty face and lose all your modeling contracts if you aren't careful."

"Som'n'ong?" Beelzebub asks around a mouthful of burger, earning a halfhearted elbow from Belphegor sprawled across the table next to him.

Mammon just glares as he straightens up, wiggling to settle into a stern proud posture instead. "Nah, nothin' wrong, Beel, don't worry 'bout it."

"Mm!" Asmodeus chirps, leaning around Belphegor with a wide grin. "Someone is worried about their fortunes today-"

"Why would he be worried about that?" Leviathan interrupts, brow furrowing as he switches focus to the conversation around him instead of his phone beeping out some game in his hands.

Mammon growls in frustration even as his face betrays him with growing heat. "I ain't! It's all stupid nonsense, ain't real!"

"No, but--"

Whatever Leviathan was going to say is interrupted by a bright "Hey guys!" behind him, and he and Mammon both turn to find their human standing there with a big smile. The brothers all chime back various greetings and welcomes, a spot saved as ever for them.

Well, most of the brothers offer greeting. Mammon freezes only a moment before remembering himself, and he swivels back around to shove his spoon into his plate and shovel whatever it happened to catch into his mouth. (Yes, he does eat his fries with a spoon, what business is it of yours eh?!) Asmodeus titters and wiggles his fingers to indicate they should take a seat with the family.

"Mammon? Did you forget I wanted to have lunch together today?"

He ain't looking at their face, but he can hear the sadness in their voice. And judging by the way Asmodeus is twisting his face into a sympathetic pout and Leviathan is glaring at him, they're definitely looking all sad too.

"You can have lunch with us," Beelzebub offers, always the gentlest of them. He's even tearing a little bit off his burger to offer, and damn if that ain't making Mammon look even more like a jerk in comparison.

There's a puff of air on the back of his head as they sigh forcefully. "Oh, thanks Beel. No, I meant-- well, doesn't matter now I guess. What's on the menu today anyway?"

"They meant they wanted to go out for lunch just with Mammon," Leviathan cuts in, his namesake sin obvious in how he glares at Mammon from between his folded arms which hide most of his face.

"Ohoho, and Mammon forgot? A date~?" Asmodeus is shameless in egging things on, enjoying the ensuing drama a little too much for Mammon's liking. "I would never forget such a thing!"

"Yeah right, Mister First Man forgot? Doubt that," Belphegor drawls without lifting his head. Beelzebub frowns around the table uncertainly, aware there's something happening here and also sensing it isn't going to end well, but unsure what to do to stop it.

Mammon has an idea though. Is it a great idea? It's his, so-- well, depends how you frame it. It'll get this horrible discussion and awkward lunch to a quick end, so it'll do. "Don't remember askin' yer opinions," he snaps, lunging over the table to swipe the pudding cup off of Beelzebub's tray. Before anyone can react beyond a startled shout and Belphegor straightening in alarm, he rips off the lid and throws it back.

Oh, nice. Devil's Triple Chocolate. Can't beat the basics.

The sudden chill in the air is accompanied by a loud whirring buzz of furious fly wings as Beelzebub stands up with a huge frown.

"Wha-- oh. Aha, was that your pudding? Ey, Beel, my bad, thought that was Bel--"

"Beel, relax, you can have--"

"You ate my pudding!"

See, the mark of a good strategist is planning not just your own moves, but what everyone else is going to do next. Steal a pudding, you know Beelzebub's going to pop off. Everyone will expect Mammon to try to wriggle his way out of trouble by blaming or hiding behind one of them. The human's right behind him, though, which makes them seem at risk here too. And Satan won't give a shit about his well-being, but he'll worry about the fragile human in the warpath.

Just as predicted, the fourth born pushes back from his chair smoothly and grabs the human's arm to steer them swiftly out of the way with a murmured line about grabbing a sandwich at a nearby cafe together. And with that settled, well, what's a day without a little friendly fighting among family?

-----

Sitting in Mathematics nursing his bruised ribs, the final obstacle of the day presents itself.

My Human: Mammon, stop avoiding me. Please?

My Human: It's your turn to walk me home tonight. Unless you're going to 'forget' that, too?

My Human: I'm sure Asmo would be happy to help if you're determined to avoid me.

He glares at his D.D.D. under his desk, head propped on his hand, elbow on his desk. His fingers curl around a hank of hair and tug, frustration bubbling over. Yeah, he thinks, Asmo sure does like to help. Meddling little creep. He's been REAL helpful.

-- that's it! Be helpful! It's Lucifer's turn to get groceries, isn't it? And the stack of paperwork that morning at their council meeting had been one of the real impressive ones, the type where his big bro usually won't come home on time and will lock himself in his office all night.

Mammon: Hey, Lucifer!

Mammon: Oi, don't ignore me!

Lucifer: Aren't you in class right now?

Mammon: Not important. What IS important is how I, your favorite baby brother, am here to offer you a solution to your problem!

Mammon: Lucifer!!! Hey, are you listening?? Lucifer!

Mammon: LUCIFERRRR!!!!

Lucifer: My only problem right now is you, Mammon. I'm curious how you intend to fix yourself.

Mammon: Nah, your problem is you got a pile a papers as tall as I am to get through, AND it's your turn to get groceries. Ya probably stressed about who to ask to shop for ya. Well not anymore ya ain't! Because I, The Great Mammon, am offering to take grocery duty for ya! No cost, no need to owe me nothin'!

Lucifer: -glaring demoji-

Lucifer: You aren't taking my credit card.

Mammon: Tch, I ain't askin' to. I'll use Goldie. Ya can take it off my tab when the bill comes due.

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: I will only credit you the cost of the items in the quantity listed on the grocery list.

Mammon: Yeah yeah, sure. This is where ya thank me, ya jerk.

Lucifer: I'll hold my thanks until I see the groceries at the house.

Mammon: Whatever. Oh, and hey, Lucifer?

Mammon: I ain't ever texted you about this, okay?

Lucifer: -okay demoji-

Hah! That's that taken care of. Switching to his other chat window, he types in a reply to his human, excuse now secured.

Mammon: Sorry, ya gonna have to pester one of my baby brothers. Lucifer needs me to get groceries for him, so I ain't going to be able to babysit tonight. I'll text Satan for ya.

My Human: -frustrated demoji-

My Human: Don't bother.

My Human: I'll see you at home, then.

Well. One problem at a time. Nobody said he has to go straight home with the groceries, or go get groceries right away, after all.

"Mammon, perhaps you can answer this problem for us?" the professor prompts, glaring at him slumped over and obviously studying his lap intently.

His head jerking up, Mammon takes only a moment to take in the problem on the board. "Huh? Oh, uh, four thousand three hundred and eighteen." He flashes a crooked, charming grin. Ain't nothing stopping him from surviving this day now.

-----

The kitchen is blessedly empty, which is both great luck and suspicious luck. He puts the groceries away carefully (Beelzebub is way too observant of kitchen-based sounds) and ignores the pile of dirty dishes left in the sink with a note of STUPIDMAMMON: YOU MISSED DINNER DUTY, SO THE LEAST YOU CAN DO IS DISH DUTY before tip-toeing as quick as he can to his room. According to his D.D.D. it's 23:41, so he only needs to avoid the human for another nineteen minutes. Maybe he can sneak his way to the bathroom, spend the rest of the day showering and then be ready for a fresh start. Maybe go find his human and make it up to them, hang out in their room until they fall asleep or something.

He makes it into his room just fine, and he's leaving a uniform trail in his wake as he yanks off his tie and shrugs his blazer into a crumpled heap on the floor. The house seems quiet, thankfully, and he's bending over to grab some sweatpants off the floor behind the couch before he heads to the bathroom.

"Mammon, sit!" a familiar voice barks from alarmingly close, and the pact activates with a sharp zap that drops him to his couch with a yowl. What was it humans like to say about plans and his Father laughing? "I think it's about time we actually talked, Mammon."

His human is standing there in his room, and the fact he never heard his door after his entry means they must have been there the whole damn time waiting for him.

"I don't know what yer--"

"MAAAAMMOOOONNNNN," they warn, pitching their voice in an eerily decent Lucifer impression that has him yelping and jerking back in his seat. "Do you even know why I wanted to talk to you this morning?"

Unsure whether he is actually meant to talk or not, Mammon just shakes his head, hands gripping the edge of the seat cushion on either side of his spread legs.

"To thank you." Stepping around the other side of the couch, they sit down opposite him and lean forward, holding eye contact. "To tell you how much I appreciate all you do for me. I know that you know I was the last one in the laundry the other day, so it was my fault the room flooded like that. But you took the blame, no hesitation. You took the lecture and the punishment that should have been mine." Their gaze drops to their folded hands, fidgeting with a ring on their finger. "And I just- I felt really terrible about it."

Shifting in his seat, Mammon shakes his head and bends double to lean toward them in return. "Nah, you don't gotta worry 'bout The Great Mammon. Ya get used to Lucifer's shit after a few millennia, ya know?" He flashes his signature cocky grin, hoping to get rid of the frown on their face. "It ain't nothin' to fuss over. Not for me. Now, you, yer just a delicate human, ya ain't made for his crap."

They don't look up, still spinning the ring. It's one he gave them, he realizes, on one of their shopping trips when he'd insisted he couldn't be seen around town with some human that ain't wearing no jewelry. ".... Mammon, why were you avoiding me today?"

"I don't know what ya--"

"Mammon!" they cut him off, finally shifting their gaze to him. At that angle, head tilted down, their glare looks extra fierce. "C'mon, you weren't subtle. I know you were still in your room when I texted you," they start, voice pitched low and steady, which just makes him more nervous as they keep going. "I saw you eye those poor demons you toppled. I know you had your own tray of food, so that theft at lunch was intentional. You usually like me joining you for errands to make it more fun."

He fidgets, biting back the urge to insist they're wrong and misreading things. But also-- they know him that well? They watch him that closely? If he wasn't being lectured right now he might have to kind of rub that in a little, you know, tease them for being obsessed with him or something.

"At first it was just weird and rude," they're saying, oblivious to his distraction, "but I figured maybe-- I don't know, something with Lucifer, or maybe some weird curse got loose in the house again. But then Satan told me your fortune--"

Shit! He hadn't planned on Satan actually watching that crap and knowing about it.

"--was that you'd be lucky in love today--"

Wait-- what??

"--so clearly you were hiding from me because you didn't want that love-luck to involve me," they finish, hands clenching into fists on their knees.

The silence in the room feels loud. The time on his D.D.D. flopped on the floor near his foot is 23:53. His human looks away again, uncomfortable in the silence, and his brain catches up with everything that just happened.

"My fortune was WHAT?"

"What do you mean what, it was your fortune, you were the one acting so weird all day!"

Mammon throws himself back in his seat so hard his feet lift off the floor. Running his hands into his hair, he twists his face up in realization. "Damn it, Asmo!" His human arches their brows, expression demanding an explanation, and everything clicks into horrifying place in his head. "No, I-- wait, listen, it ain't like that, I-- Asmo texted me this morning and was talkin' 'bout every time I had a bad fortune and all the dumb shit that happened to me. I missed the stupid show and assumed he was sayin' I had another bad day comin'! I didn't want ya to be mad at me, or see me lookin' like a fool, so I thought if I avoided you until..."

His D.D.D. blinks up at him tauntingly. 23:56. He growls, then shoots them his best desperate look, all big eyes and pouty lips.

They follow his gaze, looking at the time and then up at him. They blink, then they stand and step closer, standing between his legs to stare down at him as their jaw works.

"I uh, guess I looked like a fool to ya anyway, huh?" he offers weakly.

Their eyes flicker to the device at their feet again, watching the minutes tick by. "You really believe those things, huh? Some show says you'll have a bad day, and your usual bad luck is now an omen. And today it said you'd have luck in love, but..."

His stomach sinks. Which is stupid, for sure, because like some dumb show can decide anything for him. 23:59. He ain't worried at all, and he's definitely about to confidently say as much when he looks up to find his human face-to-face, close enough to see each individual eyelash.

"You stupid Mammon," they murmur as they lean in, muffling his squawk of protest as they press their lips to his. And then his head empties, all anger and humiliation and worry and bravado sucked into the void so only the feel of warm lips and soft puffs of breath are left. When they lean back, he can hear the smile in their voice as they whisper, "But maybe this devil’s got some fortune after all."

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Pairing: Male MC x Mammon

Summary: After making a pact with Mammon, Elliott discovers that he is picking up on certain details about him–details that Mammom would prefer be kept hidden.

Content Warnings: Rated T for Teen

The Mark

Mammon watched Elliott closely as he ate, picking at his breakfast as he followed Elliott's fork as it met his mouth. He detested how he'd come to revel in these small, quiet moments with him. Soon, the others would come down from their rooms and ruin his view. They'd make fun of him, and he'd be blissfully unaware of their own resentment until the last possible second. Until then, Mammon just stared. He watched as Elliott's eyes closed with every blink.

"Mammon..." Elliott said quietly, after a moment of thought.

"Y-yes?" Mammon asked, voice sharpened due to alarm.

"Are you feeling okay?"

Mammon was taken aback by the question. Was Elliott worried about him? Maybe he was thinking that the Great Mammon had gotten sick? Mammon looked down at his nearly full plate. Oh. He hadn't been eating. He picked at his plate whilst watching Elliot stab his eggs.

"I'm feeling fine," Mammon stammered before taking his eyes off Elliott.

However, it wasn't long before they glanced upwards at him yet again. He just couldn't understand how...alluring Elliott was. After all this time being in a pact with him, it didn't seem to affect him. Until the last few days.

Maybe he was finally losing it, Mammon thought often. These weeks with Elliott had been so few and yet he already felt so deeply for him. He wanted to protect him, shelter him from the cold, be there with him as he slept. Mammon remembered Elliot drifting off during their DVD marathon, how his eyes drooped shut slowly, how his lashes fluttered against the sweet pink of his cheeks. His back leaned against the base of his bed, and Mammon just so happened to be on the side Elliott leaned. Mammon could feel his cheeks flush when his soft hair brushed against his neck. He heard Elliott's soft breath as he exhaled sleepily. And it was all Mammon could think about.

"Okay," Elliot said, and appeared to be fine with leaving it at that.

So mysterious. Mammon hated that he could never guess what Elliot was thinking.

Mammon trained his eyes on Elliott's body, looking below his clothes. On the right side of his neck, Mammon could see it as plain as day: his pact mark branded on Elliott's skin. Proof of their relationship. But he could also see Levi's and Beel's. The thought of their marks on Elliot made him angry, although he wasn't going to explore why within his mind. Mammon wanted...Elliot to be his.

"Can I come to your room later?"

Elliot looked up from his breakfast.

"Why?"

Mammon couldn't come up with a good reason, an excuse. It all melted away when Elliott looked into his eyes.

"B-because I want to!" Mammon yelled more than stated. "I don't need a human's permission!"

Elliot was quiet for a moment, really assessing the situation. Taking his time to form the words. It unnerved Mammon.

"Okay," he said. "I appreciate the company."

Mammon waited at Elliott's door. Should he knock? Should he barge in? What did he do before when entering Elliott's room? He couldn't remember. Finally he decided to knock and then immediately barge in before hearing a response.

"Mammon is here!" He shouted.

Mammon looked up and saw Elliott in his pajamas, looking a little surprised, but ultimately pleased that Mammon was here.

"Hey," Elliott said, smiling a small smile before putting an arm through his t-shirt.

Mammon said nothing, only closed the door behind himself quickly. He looked at the carpeted floor, not wanting to let Elliot see his flushed expression.

Mammon watched as Elliott put in the third DVD for their second watch-through of Levi's series.

He wanted to pay attention to the show, he really did, but there was one glaring issue. Elliott was next to him. He was next to him and his legs were crossed. His knee was pressed against Mammon's, warm to the touch. The heat permeated through his pajama pants. He was sitting here with him, so close he could see his chest rise and fall with every breath. He could see, from the corner of his eye, Elliott's long eyelashes.

Mammon looked deeply at Elliott, now unable to focus on TSL. He traced the lines of his mark on Elliott's skin. The circle ran along his neck, broken by the curvature of his slender figure. It was invisible to him, at this moment. His mark would only be made visible if Elliott were to use Mammon's powers. But Elliott couldn't do that, he was a weak human. Mammon wanted to touch him, to stroke that soft sensitive part of his neck. He wanted to grab Elliott at that moment. He wanted to ignore the show and continue to peer at his human.

Elliott turned his head. "Mammon?" He asked.

Mammon didn't respond.

"What's up?"

Elliott made a face and went to grab the remote to pause the show. When he moved his head to the other side, he felt something. He looked back and Mammon was...stroking his neck. It was a small, gentle touch. With all of the rough housing that Mammon did with his brothers, Elliott was unaware that he could be so gentle. It didn't disturb him as much as it intrigued him.

This wasn't particularly out of character for Mammon. He'd linger in small moments of contact, like if their knees touched he'd be the last to pull away. Unless someone noticed and made fun of him. Then he'd rip it away and look disgusted. But after he'd look around to see if everyone was paying attention and go right back to touching Elliott. It's like he was a little kid embarrassed to be playing with the "nerdy" kid.

Elliott didn't pull away from the touch. However, when he looked back at Mammon, his expression was inquisitive. He didn't know what to say or what to do or how to get Mammon to actually talk to him.

Thankfully, it seemed that Mammon finally regained his senses because he froze where he sat. He took his hand off of Elliott's neck and put both of them on his ankles. He looked like he'd gotten scolded. Elliott turned to him, not sure just what happened, but determined to figure out why Mammon had been so weird.

"It's fine, you don't have to worry." Elliott reassured him. "What's up with you lately?"

Mammon didn't speak for a while. He looked like he was looking at the spot he was stroking on his neck. Elliott put his palm against the spot, feeling nothing. He wasn't bruised, there wasn't a mark or bug...so why?

When Elliott's hand made contact with his flesh, Mammon seemed to jump. Was there something on him after all?

"...it's my mark." Mammon finally admitted.

"Your what?"

"My mark. The symbol on your neck. It's mine. I haven't seen it on anyone before." He was looking down at his feet, red as a flame.

"Mark? You mean from the pact?" Elliott palmed the part of his neck that Mammon was touching earlier.

"You can't see it, but it's gold." Mammon said, he raised his hand and began to trace a circle. "This symbol represents greed, my very being."

"Oh, so I guess it's like a tattoo of sorts. You're bound to me. Is that freaking you out?" Elliott asked.

Mammon didn't know how to respond. His initial response was to deny it. He didn't want to appear weak in front of Elliott. There was nothing more humiliating. But he said nothing. It wasn't that he was freaked out. It's like having something that belongs to you, and it literally has your name on it. It is yours, and no one can take it from you. Mammon looked at the other marks on Elliot. Levi's purple seal on Elliott's right arm, and Beel's right above his belly button. They both shined underneath his clothes, though the human eye was unable to make it out. He thought about how annoyed he was about them being in pacts with Elliott. Elliott was his.

Mammon shook his head, from all of his thoughts and what they probably meant.

"It doesn't freak me out."

Elliott tilted hisnhesd to the side. "It's okay if it does. It must be weird seeing me branded. I didn't know that marks were a thing. I thought pacts were in name only."

Mammon looked up at him for a split second. "No, they have an impact on both the demon and the wielder."

"What are the effects?" Elliott's interest was piqued and he didn't hide it very well. He leaned forward towards Mammon, which made Mammon blush and inch away.

"A mark will appear once the pact is made. The demon will be drawn to the wielder, like a homing-beacon. And the wielder can command the demon to complete tasks."

"So you basically have to obey me. What does a demon get out of the pact?" Elliott joked.

Mammon was quiet for a moment. "Usually a soul, but other things. When you entered into our pact it was for my card. So you technically owe me nothing."

"It doesn't seem fair though. I won't ask you to do something without doing something for you in return, okay? I want to be fair about this."

Mammon looked at Elliott curiously.

"I know that Levi and Beel probably aren't thinking about this stuff, but they weren't tricked into it like you were."

Mammon was quiet. He didn't realize the reddening of his cheeks until they were hot.

"So what about me?" Elliott asked. "What effect does the pact have on me?"

Mammon took a moment to consider the question. Did humans experience something during a pact? They weren't like demons, bound by oaths and summoned. They operated by other means; their own free will–while demons were held by invisible chains of duty, service and obligation. As irresponsible as he is, Mammon was still bound to the rules of Devildom.

"I don't know, what do you feel?"

Elliott considered the question. He shrugged, "I feel like I should...bully you."

Mammon sputtered. "What!?"

He nodded. "I can't explain it. I just feel like I should be bothering you. All the time."

Mammon pouted, watching as Elliott smiled as he talked. He didn't know if he was serious or not.

"Do you feel like that about the others?"

"Not really. For one, Levi gets angry too fast, so it wouldn't be fun. And Beel...it seems mean to bully him. He's just hungry."

Mammon laughed at that. He played with a lock of Elliott's dark hair as it fell into his eyes.

"That's good to hear," he smiled. "Only bully me, Elliott."

Elliott walked up behind Mammon and shoved his knees to the back of Mammons like he'd seen everyone do in the Human World. He had a small laugh as Mammon freaked out about not knowing he was there. It's strange, Elliott realized that he had become more aware of things recently. For one, Mammon was in tune with him. In fact, all of them were, but it seemed that Mammon was affected the most.

He'd be hungry, but too lazy to get up, so he'd just sit in his room. Not a few seconds later, Mammon appeared with a plate of snacks. Not to share, of course, which was odd. It was like Mammon's wants and needs were being reflected within himself. Which explained why he got a hankering for custard in the middle of the night, and always wanted to cry when rewatching that one episode of TSL. Elliott wasn't proud of it, but he began hiding candies in his room, just like Mammon would do with money.

So...strange. It was like they were subconsciously sending him updates on themselves. Maybe this is what Mammon was talking about when he mentioned the effects of a pact on a human? Should he say anything?

"Let's play a game."

Mammon scratched the back of his head. "Huh?"

"Play a game with me. In my room." Elliott said, and gestured towards the stairs with his thumb. All of a sudden, Elliott got the urge to run very, very fast, but he repressed it. He smiled.

Mammon didn't agree so much as he pushed past Elliott on his way up the stairs. In fact, Elliott only knew that Mammon was going to his room because he saw him go in.

The two of them got settled. Elliott and Mammon sat across from each other, eyes facing, watching the other.

"What do you want?" Mammon asked, blushing and bothered.

"I want you to think about something really intently."

"And?"

"And I'll try to guess what it is."

"What are you, a freaking wizard? Why is it important what I think about?"

"If you play with me, you can have something in return. I wasn't joking about that."

Mammon put his head to the side, hair swaying slightly. He wondered what he'd ask for briefly before closing his eyes and doing what Elliott requested.

He pictured him sitting like he was, but eating one of the candies that Elliott had stuffed away in his room. Apparently it was one of his favorites, available only in the human world. White chocolate and milk chocolate in perfect harmony. He could taste the sweetness and bitterness on his tongue.

"Mammon, have you been eating my candy?"

His eyes shot open and he realized that Elliott's were closed.

"Hey wait, did you–"

Elliott opened his eyes. "I think so. Try again?"

This time Mammon thought about something outlandish. He thought about soaring through the sky in his demon form, one hand holding a marshmallow and the other the key to Asmo's diary. He wouldn't be able to guess that, right?

"Is it scary to fly? It's cold. And my hair would be everywhere."

"What was I holding?"

"Something soft and something thin."

Mammon looked at him. Could it be?

"I think...there are some effects." Elliott said. "I can't read your mind, perse, but I can sense what you're feeling? When you were thinking about that stuff, it was like I was experiencing it as you."

Mammon just looked at him. "So...you know what I'm feeling?"

"More or less. I promise I won't be creepy about it." Elliott got up from the floor. "Oh, what do you want for your help?"

Mammon thought about it.

"Tell me what I'm feeling right now," Mammon said in a low murmur.

"What?"

After a little while it seemed like Elliott really was inside his head. He was always showing up with snacks or a drink or a band aid whenever Mammon needed it. And he was doing the same for his brothers. It seemed like anytime they were in a mood or had a general conflict, there was Elliott with a solution. It was damn annoying. Why would he bother with them? Who cared about Levi and Beel!?

"Mammon?"

"What!?" He yelled.

"How about we go to my room and hang out tonight. Just the two of us."

Mammon tried his best to mask his true feelings, knowing that showing any weakness around Elliott would surely expose something about himself that he'd been ignoring.

Mammon nodded, like he'd just been asked if he wanted to take a nap after a tantrum.

Mammon thought about resting his head on Elliot's leg. Elliott would be on the bed, and Mammon would sit on the plush rug at his feet. He'd be content as he fell asleep. But Mammon shook the thought from his mind. This whole situation was annoying.

"Mammon, are you feeling okay?"

He shrugged, finding his place on the floor. Elliott sat on the bed.

"Tell me how I'm feeling." Mammon said, resting his head on Elliott's knee.

Elliott took a moment and clutched his chest. His heart was beating loudly, but his breathing was even. He was relaxed. Mammon was relaxed.

"You're happy," Elliott said as he patted Mammon's head.

Mammon realized that he never got his reward back then. He didn't know what to ask for. He wanted more than Elliott knew how to give. And he didn't want to scare him with his greediness. That was the worst thing he could think of. Just feeling Elliot patting his head like this was enough to make him content.

Mammon grabbed Elliott's hand.

"Oh, did you want me to stop?" Elliott asked.

Mammon looked up at him, eyes focused on his own. "Never. Never stop."

Mammon brushed Elliott's hand against his warm face. He held himself back from kissing it, although he wanted nothing more than to make Elliott understand his feelings.

Elliott didn't know what happened. He was at breakfast like usual, feeding his scraps to Beel when all of a sudden he felt the skin of his neck perking up. It didn't hurt, but it was uncomfortable. It was like he'd gotten a burn, and any heat on the wound scalded him. His clothes were suddenly heavy and burdensome. And then...it just went away.

He looked up and Mammon was standing in the doorway, eyes narrowed. He left the room. Was that…

Elliott got up from the table, following Mammon into the corridor. He caught up with him and grabbed his arm.

"Hey, was that-"

"Get off me," Mammon said.

Elliott released his hold, albeit unwillingly. "Sorry, it's just that my neck started to burn."

Mammon looked concerned for a moment and then scrunched up his face in anger. "What? Why would it be doing that?"

Elliott winced. "Hey, are you okay?" He put his hand to his neck.

Mammon grit his teeth. "Stop asking me that," he said loudly.

Elliott started to take off his shirt, shimmying it down so that his neck was exposed. "Why is it burning? Mammon?" He looked worried, eyes wide and trying to hide their panic.

But Mammon knew that if he came clean it would all be over for him. He couldn't tell him that he's so greedy he didn't want Elliott around his brothers. He didn't want him hand feeding Beel his bread crust. That he was so jealous his anger swelled to the point that he was burning Elliott with the mark he was branded with now.

Mammon stayed quiet. He instead took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "It'll stop soon," Mammon said. He put his hand to it, and much to Elliott's surprise it felt cool and relaxing. Mammon couldn't stop himself after seeing Elliott's panicked eyes return to normal. He smiled so genuinely at the relief, not even knowing, no, not even considering that Mammon was the reason for it.

Mammon leaned in and kissed the pact mark on Elliott's neck.

Elliott seemed to lean into the contact.

Mammon stopped dead in his tracks.

"Are you...are you not..?"

Elliott tilted his head to the side, inquisitively. "Why would I be?"

Mammon stayed quiet.

"I've been feeling the same way. Or maybe...the pact mark only works one way?"

Mammon stepped back. This whole time. This whole time he'd been thinking these things, not knowing their origin. But it was Elliott picturing them too. Mammon felt his entire body relax. He genuinely smiled.

"It doesn't," Mammon said.

Finally, after weeks of waiting, Mammon leaned down and gave a kiss to Elliott. It was sweet and quick. Too quick. Finally, Elliott was his.

THE END

#The Mark #Obey Me!#Mammon #Mammon Fic

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smoft-demons · 2 months

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MC falls asleep on him

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Lucifer:

‘…?!’ Is what Lucifer is thinking as your head drops onto his shoulder.

You had cajoled him into doing some of his constant paperwork in a bigger chair for a change. So there’s room for you to sit next to him! You’re not even demanding his attention, or the spare time that he doesn’t have, you’re being very considerate, you just wanted sit next to him, that’s all, you had promised!

Lucifer caved, because he is very soft for his human—even though he’s loathe to look like it. You were in fact being considerate… so he had brought a stack of relatively low-importance papers out of his office, into the living room.

You were sitting on a couch together, him with his stack of administrative papers and you with a homework assignment. You finished yours quickly, so you ended up playing a game on your DDD as you lean against him.

He checks on you periodically out of the corner of his eye. He’s relaxed though—as relaxed as Lucifer gets. This is peaceful. Meditative, almost. He’s happy. All his brothers are elsewhere, his tasks are not too overwhelming, he gets to have a nice, calming afternoon sitting in companionable silence with his favourite housemate…

A sudden weight falling on him jolts him out of his trance. Your cheekbone thunks against his shoulder. He blinks. Processing.

In quick succession, his brain goes like ‘..?!’ then ‘it is mid-afternoon why are you sleeping’ and ‘have we been overworking our human?’ and ‘aww. MC really does trust me that much.’

He adjusts the way you’re situated so you’re more comfortable as he finishes up the last of his work. When he’s done, he takes a moment to just observe. To appreciate your trust in him. Also, to congratulate himself again for his part in the creation of the exchange program, because it brought you into his life.

(He tries to ignore the stubborn twinge of nostalgic heartache he feels as well. You’re reminding him so much of Belphie, from back when his relationship with him was good. He’d never admit it, but he misses having his babiest brother fall asleep on him like this.)

Lucifer gathers up his papers, then picks you up, being careful not to jostle you too much. Let no one ever say he doesn’t take good care of his human. He carries you to your room to put you to bed. Clearly you need the extra sleep. Or… well, he tries to. You’re holding onto him pretty insistently.

He expects himself to feel irritated, but… no. He can’t help but feel a little smug, actually. It’s cute, you’re cute, you don’t seem to want him to leave you. So… fine. He’ll oblige. For a short break.

(An hour or two later, you’ll wake up to the smells and sounds of dinner being prepared. You’re… not under your blanket? No, you’re covered by Lucifer’s ridiculously long coat. It’s warm, soft. It smells like him. In this moment, it’s impossible to miss how loved you are.)

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Mammon:

The first time this happened (in your room, watching movies without any of his brothers for once), Mammon was stunned. He had frozen up, stuttered some nonsense to no one in particular, then quickly slapped his free hand over his mouth as he realized he would wake you if he didn’t immediately chill out.

Now though? You’ve been in his life for a while. He’s your oldest friend here. Those movie nights had become a habit, even though it remained rare to have one with no one else joining in. So this has happened a lot, and he’s gotten used to it. He doesn’t react so outwardly anymore, not unless one of his brothers show up to make fun of him.

If they try it, Mammon is rather aggressive about shushing them. At first, because he hated to be so obvious about how much he cares about you, but now that he’s a bit more used to it, it’s because he doesn’t want them to disturb you. He feels like he’s protecting you by keeping his brothers from waking you up. Sometimes, he’s the one who wakes you up by telling them to shut up just a bit too loudly, or silently gesturing for them to be quiet or go away a little too enthusiastically.

His brothers roast him even more for that. Poor thing.

Time and time again, you pass out on his shoulder. During a movie, mid relaxed hangouts with various groups of the brothers, in the rare times when hanging out solo with Mammon is a relaxing low-energy affair, while studying, during the lunch break at school, even in class sometimes. His heart warms, and he can’t help but smile at the familiar feel of you conked out on his shoulder again. He doesn’t even mind if you snore.

Mammon is usually such a loud, high energy person. Neither you nor him finds anything wrong with that of course, it’s one of many lovable things about him. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like being able to just chill with you sometimes though. It’s nice.

Eventually, he gets familiar enough with this that he’s willing to move you around to get more comfortable. With time, he learns exactly what ways he can move you without disturbing you. So most of the time when you fall asleep on him, you wake up in some other position. Sitting in his lap, lying down with a sleeping Mammon wrapped around you, being carried to another room, propped up against his side in your next class, being hugged like a teddy bear in his room, etc etc.

He never questions why you’re tired. He just lets you pass out on him. He wants you to be in the best possible condition, and he will happily take all the time with you he can get. He takes this to mean that you also want all the time with him that you can get, that you would rather stay with him than go to bed when you’re tired because you would rather not be separated from him. Just like how he feels about you. Why else would he be in your room as often as he is?

You trusting him enough to sleep on him all the time makes him feel like he’s being a good guardian demon, like he’s as precious to you as you are to him.

He’s a fan of all the free cuddles he gets out of this, too.

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Levi:

You’re in Levi’s room with him, set up very comfortably as you’re marathoning an anime together. You’ve been at it for hours though, you’re already a bit sleep deprived, and you’ve seen this one a few times already. You can’t stop yourself from nodding off. Your head drops onto his shoulder.

Levi freaks out.

“afgshrjdxssh—WH-!” He flails. You immediately snap awake again. “You—uhh-!” He shoves you away in a panic, then immediately changes his mind, pulling you back in, then freezes for a moment before letting go of you to flap his hands frantically. “Nonono stay—wait no, you don’t want to—I mean, you don’t have to—I mean, get o—uhh! Um! I mean! S-stay if you want, but I don’t care if you don’t want to—!”

You blink slowly at him a couple times. Trying to parse his contradictory sputtering. You’re tired, you’re not working at full brain power. You figure he means something along the lines of: ‘ooo I’m Levi, I have bad self esteem and I can’t believe you want to touch me, but I want you to, but I can’t say that because I cope with feeling unlovable by acting all tsundere because that way I feel less pathetic, love you though!’

You know. Standard Levi stuff. You love him so much—and you’d be very happy if he started therapy.

For now though, you just grab his arm and pull him closer to you again. You bury your face in his shoulder. This time, it’s unmistakably a deliberate move. Wordlessly telling him that you do in fact love him enough to want to touch him.

It’s like his body just took a screenshot! He keysmashes out loud.

Slowly, he calms down. He puts one hesitant arm around you. You don’t move. He can’t tell if you’re already asleep again or just pretending to be, but either way you seem to be comfortable.

Soon enough, he finds himself smiling like an absolute dork. This… is actually very effective reassurance. He feels all warm and fuzzy and loved. He likes holding you.

It’s reminding him of TSL fluff fics he’s read where absolutely nothing happens except Henry and the Lord of Shadows cuddle. A way for him to experience affection vicariously through a character he relates to and a character he loves, when he really wants hugs himself but can’t have any.

He squeezes you softly as his heart warms. He squishes his cheek against the side of your head.

“I love my Henry..!” Levi mumbles to himself, under his breath. He has no way of knowing if you heard that, which is why he said it out loud. It’ll be a while until he gets the nerve to say it when he knows you can hear.

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Satan:

He is HONOURED, he is OVERJOYED, he is MELTING, he is… very carefully remaining perfectly chill.

It’s the same type of happiness as when a cat decides to sit on you out of nowhere. He’s been chosen!

He is SO happy you trust him so much!

He had been reading, as usual. You had been sitting next to him, as usual. You had gotten tired, and without a moment of hesitation you had buried your face in his shoulder and fallen asleep.

He carefully contains all the joy this gives him, so he doesn’t disturb you. He wraps an arm around you, plants a soft kiss on your head, and goes right back to reading.

If you sleep fitfully, he’ll stroke your hair to soothe you.

When you wake up, he’ll ask if you had a nice nap. He won’t make any moves to make you get off him. If you choose to anyway, he won’t react outwardly, because he doesn’t want to discourage you falling asleep on him again. He wants this to happen lots more! So he’ll just smile at you and go back to his book.

But if you don’t choose to leave, he’ll shift you entirely into his lap to make you both more comfortable. He can hug you properly like this. If he’s sure you’ll be comfortable with it, he’ll kiss your forehead before going back to his book. He’s very happy to keep you there.

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Asmo:

Predictably, Asmo’s gonna take ALL the pictures of this!

A few in which he doesn’t look at the camera, as if they were candid shots. Some where he’s posing cutely, a couple where he’s kissing your head, a bunch of various angles of your sleeping face. What can he say, he thinks the way your cheek squishes against his collarbone is just precious.

A bit less predictably, he posts none on devilgram. No, these are just for him.

…maybe the best ones are for the group chat. He’s gotta show off his cute human to someone, it may as well be to his brothers. They’ll appreciate you properly. He’ll share after you’ve woken up, though. He doesn’t want anyone barging in to disturb you.

He’ll share the pictures with you as well if you ask, of course! What he will NOT do, however, is risk you deleting them! He’ll back them up first. He’ll store them in a hidden album if you’re shy about them, but he’s not deleting them!

Well, unless you’re genuinely uncomfortable. Then, okay fine. But please let him keep at least one? You’re so cute!

He’ll be more affectionate over the following days. Trying to be next to you all the time, inviting you to his room at every opportunity, pulling you to sit next to him. All because he hopes you’ll fall asleep on him again. Or just lean on him like that, and let him cuddle you. Please, he’d be SO happy!

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Beel:

Beel is so used to this behaviour. Belphie falls asleep on him all the time. He’d be the most chill about it.

As if it’s routine, he’ll secure you in your position with his arm, so you can’t fall and get hurt. He’ll rub your back and hum softly to you to help you relax if you don’t seem to be sleeping well. Beel is warm and soft and big and comfy, like the giant teddy bear he is at heart. He’s considerate and gentle. He’s always really sweet to you, and that doesn’t change one bit even when you’re unconscious.

When he inevitably gets too hungry to stay where he is, he’ll just take you to the kitchen with him. It’s no problem, he does this with Belphie all the time. It doesn’t matter how much you weigh, Beel can carry you easily. He thinks nothing of it.

He can cook one handed too if he needs to. He’s got practice—also because of Belphie. He’s chilling, he’s comfortable, there’s nothing unusual about this at all to him.

If the kitchen noises wake you up, he’ll apologize and share his food with you. He’ll tell you outright that he’s happy to let you use him as a pillow whenever you want.

(Also, he makes a mental note to drop you off with Belphie instead of bringing you along to the kitchen and risking waking you up again next time)

If it doesn’t wake you up, no problem! That’s what he expected. He just carries you around as he does what he needs to do around the house. He’ll put you to bed properly if he needs to go outside of course, but otherwise he’s bringing you with him.

When you wake up, he’ll put you down if you somehow indicate that’s what you want. If you don’t though, he just… won’t. He likes holding you. He’d do it so often if he thought you’d like him to.

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Belphie:

…Welp. The table has turned, hasn’t it.

People don’t fall asleep on Belphie while he’s awake too often! He’s not usually conscious to experience this! He likes it though. He thinks you’re being so cute.

9 times out of 10, Belphie will take this as his cue to cuddle up to you and join you in sleep. He can always be tempted into a nap. He’d make sure this the comfiest, nicest, most restful nap you’ve ever taken. He’d make sure you feel so safe and loved. You will NOT be disturbed on his watch.

On the rare tenth time, when Belphie isn’t tired, he might whine about being trapped. When one of his brothers points out that he can move you very easily, he glares at them. He maintains that it’s illegal to move when you’ve been chosen as someone’s pillow. When it’s pointed out that he’s perfectly capable of waking you if he really wants to get up, he looks affronted. He would NOT do that, he says. Do they think he’s completely heartless, he asks.

Well. He wouldn’t do that unless he’s feeling particularly bratty. He’d totally do it to any of his brothers… but he’s soft with you. He loves you. Be so for real, do you think he’d really ever pass up an opportunity to cuddle you? No way. He can go shopping later.

He won’t tell you that though. He’ll bitch about it to your face, complaining until you agree to go shopping with him next time, all the while refusing to let go of you.

He already was not hesitating to fall asleep on you, but he somehow gets more shameless and constant about it. Since you’re doing it too, it’s your thing now. You’d be a hypocrite to complain now.

Yeah, he couldn’t be happier about this. Please sleep on him all the time. Enable him even more! He’ll make sure you won’t regret it.

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It starts small. You honestly don't think much of it. Crows begin leaving you gifts in your window frame. It's pretty rocks. It's a small screw. It's coins and grimm, it's a button from a shirt, it's shiny beads.

You bring it up to Mammon randomly one day. He stares at you wide-eyed. "What, you mean crowns leave ya gifts? Sound ridiculous," he says and you shrug.

"I mean, I've heard about crows leaving gifts for humans before. It's not that unusual, but usually, the humans give something to the crows in return," you say, thinking aloud. "That's the part that confuses me. I haven't given anything to the crows, so why do they like me so much?" Mammon's cheeks are bright red by now, the blush going all the way down his neck. Your brows furrow with concern.

"Hey, are you okay?" you ask and he nods quickly. "Yeah, 'm fine, gotta-go-see-ya! " he stutters and quickly leaves you, practically running away. You look after him in confusion. Weren't you both just supposed to be headed home?

The gifts continue. You get a single earring. At one point you get a small bone and at another time you get a tooth which leaves you a bit unsettled but also intrigued. You treasure every single gift, keeping it in a small box by your desk. You begin to leave the crows gifts in return. You find that they like peanuts and berries. One time you experimentally leave a big piece of watermelon, only to find it devoured within minutes.

The next day there's a pretty locket with what looks like a flower engraved in it. You gape at the locket and instantly put it on, proudly wearing it around your neck. You make sure to leave the crows a feast that day.

Satan is the first brother to notice it when it slips out from the collar of your uniform one day. "Is that new?" he asks. "Oh yeah, I've befriended a bunch of crows." Satan stops in his tracks and stares at you.

"You've befriended crows?" He repeats and you nod. "Yes. Why is everyone so weird about this?" A knowing smile creeps onto his face and he shakes his head.

"Why do you think the crows like you so much?" he asks. You hum, considering it for a second. Eventually, you have to draw a blank and look at Satan in defeat. His smile only grows wider.

"Ask Mammon. He might know."

You find Mammon in his room, lying in his bed. He smiles when he sees you and pats the bed, motioning you to come over. "Come here," he says and you do, lying down next to him. He huffs and pulls at you so you're lying on his chest. You can feel his heart beating and you look up at him through your lashes.

"Hey, Mamms," you say and he runs his hand down your back, rubbing circles into it. "Hey, treasure," he says and grins.

"Satan says you might know the cause of my new friendships." His cheeks turn crimson in an instant and he lets out something akin to a nervous laugh. "Oh, the crows, you mean?" you huff and playfully roll your eyes. "Come on, big guy, spill the beans," you say and Mammon sighs.

"So, the crows like you, because, well, I told them about you," he says and a grin spreads across your face. "Go on," you say.

"Okay, I have crow familiars, you know what a familiar is, right?" he says and looks at you expectantly. You rake your brain, remembering briefly having about it in one of your classes. "Yeah, it's like witches with black cats, right?" you say and Mammon hums.

"Yeah, kind of, but anyone can have a familiar and it can be any animal. The whole black cat thing is just something the catholic church made up." You nod in understanding while Mammon continues to rub patterns into your back. The beating of his heart seems to have become louder underneath you. "So what you're saying is you can't shut up about how awesome I am and now a bunch of crows are obsessed with me?" you say and Mammon hides his face in his hands. You giggle and pry his hands away, smiling at him adoringly.

"Please don't make fun of me," he huffs and you pout at his antics. "I could never tease my lovely little bird boy," you coo and Mammon groans while pushing you off him. He turns his back to you and you laugh manically. "Come on, Mamms, It's cute," you say and press soft kisses to the nape of his neck. "you're cute," you say and throw an arm and a leg over him, attempting to spoon him. You feel him instantly melting to your touch, completely unable to keep his resolve. It's almost too easy when he turns around again to face you. You smile at his pink face.

"I really like the gifts the crows gave me," you reassure him because you genuinely do. It's become something you look forward to when you open your window.

"You do?"

"Yeah, absolutely," you affirm and he smiles sheepishly. "I once tried to train them to steal money for me, but it didn't work."

a/n: thanks for reading! find my other stuff here <3

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my-names-angel-but-im-not-one · 1 month

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MC meets their male version!

Story list

MC: hey are you-

M!MC: hungry? Yes.

Beel: ...you two can have my chips. *Pass them chips*

M!MC: thank you beelie!

Beel: *sparkly eyes at male MC*

M!MC: wow you have good tiddies in male form too!!

Beel: ...

MC:

MC: hey....what do you mean by...male form??

M!MC: oh well they are female in my universe. *Munchs on

chips*

MC:

MC: all of them?

M!MC: mhm

MC:

MC: *eyes starts to twinkle*

MC: ......ehuehueheueheu

M!MC: I can basically hear your thoughts you know.

MC: ..boobs,boobs everywhere....

Lucifer: I am not feeling good about this....

#obey me shall we date #obey me short fic #obey me gn!reader #obey me leviathan #obey me barbatos #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me #obey me incorrect quotes #obey me lucifer #MMC x MC

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ad0rechuu · 1 year

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HSHSHS i've never participated in an event before so idk if im doing this right but could i have the hand holding prompt 17 with mammon (and maybe him holding readers hand bc they were stumbling a bit whilst ice skating)?? tysm and congrats on 100 followers!! you absolutely deserve it with ur amazing writing and smaus !! lots of love for you <3

❪ # v ❫ : MAMMON. ━━ PROMPT 17

baby i’m yours by arctic monkeys

🏷️ gn! reader , fluff / humor , tw: iceskating (?), a v little spoiler from a night bringer devilgram story (beel’s forecast) , wc: 401 , notes: ur always so nice to me! thank you for requesting this, it was so fun to write!! i just think that ur so amazing !

Generally speaking, Mammon has always been more of a summer demon.

The Devildom's weather was hard to predict (if you weren't Beel), so imagine his surprise when you woke him up early on the weekend to go… iceskating?

It’s not like iceskating was a totally foreign concept to him. He knew humans enjoyed it during cold weather but he never imagined doing it himself.

He stopped to look at the frozen lake as you breezed past him, too excited to check your surroundings.

Before you could even step foot (or skate) on the ice, Mammon grabbed your arm, pulling you fully back on land.

“Are you crazy! Yer just gonna go on that lake without checking the ice? This is the first damn time, be careful!” He scolded you.

You rolled your eyes, gently pulling away from his grip and onto the ice.

“I asked Barbatos and he said that it was fine.” You stomped as hard as you could on the ice to prove your point.

“Also this isn’t my first time?” You raised your eyebrow in a teasing fashion as he frowned. “Wait.. don’t tell me..Is this your first time iceskating?

He quickly got closer to the edge, sporting pink cheeks (either from the cold or from embarrassment). “No, it’s not! I, uh… ya just looked so excited I thought it was yer first time or somethin'.”

He was talking so fast that you could barley understand what he was even grumbling about. But he didn’t give you enough time to process his words, as he took a step on the slippery surface.

Due to his uncalculated actions, Mammon immediately lost balance making him stumble and fall on his ass in no time.

Oh, only Diavolo knew how badly you wanted to laugh in that moment. But you didn’t (read: tried not to).

You skated towards the embarrassed demon and offered your hand to him. He just stared back with uncertainty at your gesture, clearly upset by his own blunder.

You knew him long enough to not let him dwell in his own pity, so you reached down and engulfed his gloved hands in your own, helping him up.

But even when he was up, you didn’t let go.

“Even the great Mammon can’t be good at everything immediately, let’s do it together!”

Mammon shyly nodded. Maybe cold weather and iceskating isn’t that bad when you are around.

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imagine mammon getting him and mc into a serious accident and mc ends up losing an eye or something and he feels so bad but mc still loves him ,, like angst but with a sweet ending :')

Accidents Happen - Mammon x MC

Lol i couldn’t think of what to name this one we’ll give it a better one in post

Part one of ?

TW: Potential body horror, lots of angst

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“Pleeeeaaassse”, your voice rings out to him from your position where you sat on his bed. Your sweet, beautiful, annoyingly cheery voice.

“Yer not comin’, MC. Like I said this place is dangerous for demons, let alone some little human like you.”

Mammon doesn’t spare you a glance as he continues grabbing miscellaneous items and shoving them into his bag. Increasingly becoming frustrated with his lack of attention, you hopped off the mattress and skipped your way over to his closet, where the second born scoured through his belongings. When he turns towards the sound of your footsteps, he is met with the saddest pout you could muster.

“Please Mammon! I promise I can handle it!”, you whine, blinking up to him with wide, puppy dog eyes.

“Gah! Don’t look at me like that! L-like I said, it’s for yer own good!”, he blushes, eyes looking anywhere but at your pleading expression.

Gently, you reach forward and grab his hand, running circles over his knuckles. The way he tenses up at your touch is not lost on you. A few touches and the right words could make the avatar of greed putty in your hands.

“I’m not just some regular ole human, I’ve survived down here long enough!”

You read his features, still finding him less than convinced. Time to roll out the big guns.

“Plus, if I’m in any danger.. I know The Great Mammon will save me. You know, being my first man and all… he’s so powerful and strong and-”

“Okay! Fine. You can come with me, ya spoiled brat.”

Sweet, sweet victory.

While you spin around and do your small happy dance, the demon before you can’t help but smile widely at your antics. Of course you’d be fine, you’ve some how managed to survive down here in the Devildom just fine. You’ve somehow managed to make pacts with him and all of his brothers. You’ve charmed everyone here, even the demon prince himself. What’s one small trip to the depths? And it’s not like he wouldn’t be with you every step of the way.

Really, what was he worried about in the first place? He should have told you to pack a bag as soon as Lucifer told him about the “favor” he was asking (forcing) him to do for Diavolo. Just maybe he wouldn’t let Lucifer know he was bringing you along…

“Alright, go pack yer things and meet me back here in ten, alright? If your comin’, yer gonna hav’ta listen to every word I say, capeesh?”, he questions, eyes narrowing in on you as you raise one hand to your forehead in salute.

“Aye aye, Captain!”, you giggle before running off towards your bedroom. Your not exactly sure what Mammon is venturing for yet, he’s kept it pretty vague as to not pique your interest. When will he learn wherever he goes the human is sure to follow, you think, smiling to yourself. Plus, no way you’d pass up a chance to see Devildom territory previously uncharted by yourself. This was the chance for adventure! A chance to not be cooped up in the dorms! A chance to skip class!

Not knowing exactly where you are going or what you are going for aside, you shove what you assume might be useful in a “hostile environment” (hairbrush? toothbrush? the mace Asmo gave you for downtown? an extra pair of shoes?), and haul your bag and yourself back to the bedroom door of your first man, finding Mammon staring down at his D.D.D impatiently.

“Ya know, you take forever gettin’ ready”, he complains, not braking eye contact from the device. “Oh, says the boy who takes forty-five minutes on his hair every day!”, you tease back. Mammon’s face shoots up at that comment, expression hurt as he feigns offense, “That was supposed to be our secret!”. He brings a hand up to defensively splay across his chest, turning his face away from your direction. “Can’t believe ya. I’m offerin’ to be yer tour guide and this is how ya treat me? I outta charge ya.” “How’s this?”, you ask, rolling onto your tippy toes to place a chaste kiss to his cheek. Just like clockwork, his skin flashes a bright pink and he begins stuttering. “H-hey! Ya can’t just do that outta nowhere! T-trying to distract me n stuff - We got a very important mission ya know!”.

You smirk up at your very flustered first man, “By all means, after you”, gesturing towards the hallway that leads to the front door.

Flying was a sensation you’d never get used to, you think to yourself. Ever the showboat, Mammon has taken to the Devildom skies with you in his grasp many times before, but each trip felt new. The bristle of the cold wind against your skin, the pit that formed in your stomach when you glanced down. It didn’t help now that you wore both your bags, your backpack strapped against you and Mammon’s duffel bag across your side. They felt weightless with the way he carried you, but your mind couldn’t help but wander to the notion of how much faster the extra pounds would make you plummet towards the ground had you fallen from this height.

He picks up on your nervousness quickly. He wasn’t born yesterday, and while he isn’t the smartest of his brothers, he knows your anxiety when he sees it. “Just hang on tight”, he reassures, yelling over the roar of the wind, “I’ve gotcha. Wouldn’t let anythin’ happen to ya either.” You notice the grin that plasters across his face as you tighten your grip around his neck, but decide not to tease him. After all, he could tease you right back for the warmth spreading across your features.

You don’t know how long you’ve been flying for, but you do know the atmosphere has taken a turn for the worst. The air has become thick, almost like a fog that was hard to take in. The landscape below changed drastically, as the bustling city began to disappear and buildings became fewer and fewer, until all that was left was pointy, jagged cliff formations and cracked rock stretching for miles. You fail to think of anything the Demon Price could possible need from a barren wasteland like this. You’re ripped from your train of thought as Mammon’s begins your descent down.

He sets you on your feet gently, stepping back to give you some room to bush yourself off. Your hands shoot up to flatten your fly-aways; You still wanted to look good in front of him, even if you were in the middle of a stretch of desert. “We’re almost there, it’s just about a mile up ahead”, he points outward, and your eyes follow the direction of his finger. “Why aren’t we flying in”, you question, almost innocently as you continued to fix your hair. “Cuz,” he responds “they like to shoot things out of the sky.”

Beginning to worry that maybe this journey wasn’t for you, you keep close to Mammon as you both set pace for a larger crack within the oranged Earth beneath your feet. “When we get there, just follow my lead ‘n stay quiet, got it?”, he instructs. “I can’t have ya steppin into any deal makin’.” You figure now would be as good a time as ever to ask, “Hey Mammon, what exactly does Diavolo need you to get anywa- Woah!”

Your train of thought is cut short as the opening you both were seeking comes into view. Now, peering down into the large gash in the rock you see a large, bustling city. Market stalls line the streets for miles, shrouded in darkness, attended by people who seemed less than savory. You feel a hand touch the small of your back as Mammon takes a breath. “Be careful when we go down, n’ don’t leave my side for a second.”

Through twisting turns and back allies of disheveled buildings and litter lined streets, one thing is clear: your first man knows his way around these parts. “So, do you come here…often?”, you ask honestly, ignoring the irony of the statement. Ever his cocky self, you receive a “course ya wanna use a pickup line of The Great Mammon! But uh… I usually only come here on business.”

“Oooooh, so there’s illegal casinos around here?”

“O-Oi! I never said that!”

“But you were thinking it, right?”

“Shut it, half pint!”

A little bit more walking leads you both to what seems to be his desired destination, a wide street lined down the sides with various booth and vendors of all different shapes and sizes. You curiosity wants you to ogle and browse every table in site, but Mammon’s iron clad grip finds its way onto your hand, seemingly knowing your thoughts before you could even say them. “This ain’t the type of place to be window shoppin’. They’ll con ya out of all the grimm ya have. Hell, once they see yer human, they won’t stop til they con ya outta yer soul.”

With that notion, you decide it best to let him lead you straight on, sucking your head down as to not make eye contact with strangers that were suddenly finding you very interesting and very out of place. You walk for a minute or two before Mammon’s pace comes to a halt in front of a crowded table filled with various bottles and potions, specimens and creatures enclosed in cages. The bubbling of the entire table would have distracted you, if not for the more interesting character behind the booth.

Standing behind his wears sat what appeared to you as a walking reptile, a lizard on two legs - wrapped in a cloak and blinking his large, orb like eyes on at a time at the two of you. His tongue shoots out of his mouth, licking his eye before he speaks. “Aaahh, Avatar of Greed - What a pleasant surprise! To what do I owe the honor?”

Mammon rolls his eyes with distain for the title as opposed to his name before responding. “Yup, it’s me. And ya already know what I’m here for, alright?

The creatures eyes look off into two different directions. “But of course! I was hoping maybe this time it’d be different. Perhaps, you’d like to trade… that is a fine specimen you brought with you, Avatar.”

It takes Mammon a minute to realize the “fine specimen” the shop keep was referring to was you, but once he does, you can tell he enters attack mode.

“HEY! The humans not for sale ta’ you, or anyone else in this damn dump, got it?!”

The shopkeeper laughs to himself as he turns his back to you and Mammon, disappearing into his tent before re-emerging with a slender bottle filled with swirling, silverish liquid. “Relax, Avatar of Greed - It was merely a joke!”

“Yeah? Well i’m not laughin’!”, Mammon barks out, hand coming down to snatch the bottle from the lizard-like creature’s hands.

The merchant continues to laugh before speaking once more. “Aaahh, it’s always a pleasure, Avatar of Greed. Do give the Demon Prince my humble greetings…and be careful with that potion…precious cargo and all…”, he ominously trails off.

“Yea yea yea, I got it. An’ quit callin! me that!”, Mammon snarls as he shoves the bottle into your hands. His annoyance getting the best of him, Mammon doesn’t realize just how much force he shoves the bottle with until he hears a crack and looks over at you.

Standing dazed for a split second, you register the feel of the liquid splashing over you. The first thing you feel is the burn. It covers your hands where Mammon tried to hand you the glass bottle, your chest where it had splashed up on you, and your eye, your left eye where it hurt the worst, where you reached a burning hand up to clutch it, only worsening the potions spread. You scream in agony.

“Oh, that’s too bad…damaged specimens never sell for much”, the shopkeeper trails off, seemingly now losing interest in you as you writhed in pain. It takes a second for Mammon’s feet to catch up to his brain.

Running forth he grabs you, pulling you into his embrace, ignoring the liquid which now splashed onto him, burning the surface of his skin. He could heal just fine, you on the other hand…

At your wailing of his name, Mammon turns to shop keep, claws out. While careful not to hurt you worse, the fire in his eyes was unmistakable. “WHAT THE HELL WAS IN THAT VIAL!”, he spits through his barred fangs.

“Oh..It appears I may have gave you the wrong one…little accident is all, Avatar of Greed. Allow me to grab you the correct vial,” the lizard like creature continues, seemingly unaware or uncaring of your intense pain.

Holding you in the grip of one arm to his side, Mammon reaches over the table with his clawed arm, grabbing onto the shopkeepers shawl and lifting him slightly into the air. “Ta hell with the vial, get me some kinda healin’ potion! Somethin’ to stop their pain!”

The shopkeep seems unfazed by his behavior. “My my, looks like someone wants to draw a crowd! Unfortunately there’s nothing I can do to reverse the effects of the silvervine’s serum.”

“Ya better find somethin’ or I’ll hurt ya twice as bad as they’re feelin’ right now!”, Mammon growls, aura shooting in a such a threatening way you’ve never experienced before.

The creature begins to look meek at the threat. “I can’t do anything, but I can tell you the name of a sorcerer who may be able to assist.”

Mammon’s grasp quickly looses on his robes and he shoots his attention towards you. “Solomon!”, he exclaims.

With that, Mammon carefully cradles you in his arms and flies faster than he ever has back towards R.A.D, back towards Purgatory Hall.

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froggibus · 1 year

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Seeing Their Pact Mark For The First Time - Obey Me! Brothers

Summary: how they react to seeing their pact mark for the first time

CW: branding, marking, general possessiveness? suggestive (Lucifer’s and Asmo’s), jealousy (Levi’s)

more obey me content!! i am down bad for MAMMON rn so that’s what brought this about lol. also some happier content (thank god)

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Lucifer

his is on the back of your neck

usually it’s hidden under your hair or the collar of your shirt so no one really sees it

lucifer is curious about it but doesn’t really care to ask

honestly he got really busy after the pact was formed and forgot all about it

you’re late for school one day and rushing to get ready in the bathroom when Lucifer walks by

you have your head down looking for something and he sees it on the back of your neck

literally stops in his tracks and does a double take

“so that’s where it is.”

jumpscare

he asks to see it again

has you sit down in front of him so he can play with your hair and rub his fingers across the mark

he loves that there’s a vow on your body binding you to him that only he can see

unless he gets jealous and “accidentally” uncovers it in front of someone

(also unrelated but imagine giving him head in a position where he can see it—him holding you by the pact mark and guiding you along his length)

Mammon

it’s on your back where your heart would be

you know what it means but you don’t want to tell Mammon about it

he would probably just make fun of you anyways

one day he comes to see you after school, and forgets to knock

unfortunately for both of you, you’re in the process of changing into your pyjamas

he walks in right as you take your shirt off, and he’s greeted by your back and the golden mark that resides there

definitely screams and hides his face in his arm

“w-why are you naked??”

“why didn’t you knock?!”

you finish putting on your shirt and lay down on your bed, stomach first

“mammon, you can open your eyes now”

he awkwardly does, relief washing over him when he sees that you’re fully clothed

“so what did you need?”

“was that my pact mark on your back?”

you agree and then ask if he wants to see it

he does but insists it’s just to see what it looks like (no other reason)

you lift the back of your shirt up and continue laying down on your stomach

Mammon feels really emotional looking at it

his pact mark, on his human?

he traces the outline of it, in awe of how it looks on your skin

neither of you say anything for a while, you just lay there contentedly while he runs his fingers over the mark over and over again

Levi

his is on your left thigh, just below where your underwear sit

what better placement for the Avatar of Envy?

you couldn’t find it at first, but you could feel it

when you did finally find the orange mark on your leg, you knew that Levi would implode if he ever found it

Levi sees you showing his brothers their pact marks and gets a little a lot jealous

doesn’t confront you about it tho and instead decides to go pout in his room about it

when you come in to check on him, he’s a little cold with you

“cmon leviachan, talk to me. what’s got you so upset?”

you have to listen to a five minute self deprecation spiral before he even tells you why he’s upset

“levi…you know that if you wanted to see your mark, all you had to do was ask, right?”

he’s a little embarrassed about it now but with some gentle coaxing you manage to calm him down enough and get him to sit on the bed across from you

when you start unbuttoning your pants, his face burns

“OMG y/n, w-what are you doing?”

“calm down, Levi…just, look, okay?”

you tug your pants down to your knees and stretch out your left leg so that he can see the orange mark

“open your eyes, Levi, it’s just my underwear”

Levi wants to argue that it’s not just your underwear but he shuts up when he opens his eyes and sees the mark

it’s on your thigh of all places???

if people thought he was a pervert before, what would they think of him now??

“Levi,” you say, trying to bring him back to reality

when that doesn’t work, you grab his hand and place it over your thigh

his hands are warm compared to your cold skin and it grounds you both

“are you better now?”

he nods slowly, unable to look at you while his hand is on your bare thigh

Satan

his is on the left side of your rib cage

it’s just hidden enough that even if you wear crop tops, he wouldn’t be able to see it

he definitely went around asking his brothers where theirs was in order to process of elimination where it is

he doesn’t want you to just tell him

he feels like he should be able to know/guess where it is just based on the connection

probably overworks himself trying to figure it out

finally, after a few nights of detective work and little sleep, you force him to lay in his bed

“I’m going to show you where it is, and in return, you’re going to actually get some sleep”

he begrudgingly agrees, propping his head up on the headboard to watch you

you straddle his hips and slowly strip your shirt off, adjusting so that he can see the green mark of wrath

his mouth goes dry seeing it

he definitely didn’t consider that it would be there of all places

reaches out and brushes his fingers across it

“is it everything you hoped for” you joke

but it really is everything he hoped for

Asmo

its below your belly button, stopping just above your pubic bone

it’s kinda the perfect spot for him too

a cute little pink swirl leading to your precious parts

Asmo likes to giggle and speculate where it shows up

honestly he hopes a little that it ends up over your heart, but he won’t be disappointed otherwise

loves to tease you about the mark too

one day you’ve had enough of his teasing and speculation though

“I’m putting this to rest, Asmo,” and you take him to your room and make him sit on his knees in front of you

you roll up your shirt and he can see just the beginnings of it under your belly button

then you unbutton your pants and roll them down to your thighs so he can see the rest of it

his eyes are practically glowing when he sees it

“it’s so pretty!!” he gushes

asks if he can touch it and you agree, gasping when his perfectly manicured fingers brush across your mark

presses a kiss to it and leaves a glob of sparkly lipstick behind

begs you to let him take a picture of it to keep (and may or may not set it as his Home Screen)

also expect him to be admiring it and touching it anytime he sees it

Beel

his showed up just above your belly button

he always wondered where it was but never thought to ask

if you wanted to show him, you would…right?

eventually gives in to his impulses and asks you directly

“y/n…” bro is sweating buckets

you’re genuinely worried something is wrong by how serious he is at first

“what’s up?”

“I just wanted to know…where’s my pact mark?”

you’re honestly relieved it wasn’t anything too serious

“follow me”

you bring him into your room and close the door behind him

honestly Beel starts to worry where it is

when you slowly peel off your t-shirt, he covers his eyes and his cheeks flush

you have to pry his hand off of his eyes to even get him to look

“beel—calm down. it’s on my stomach.”

he’s breathless when he sees the swirling red mark

asks if he can touch and you nod eagerly

his touch is gentle, calloused fingers smoothing over your skin

you’re not sure what prompts you to ask, but suddenly you’re looking up at him through your lashes and asking “do you like it?”

Beel doesn’t even know what to respond to that

of course he likes it

it’s a mark that ties the two of you together

instead of answering, he chooses to press a soft kiss to the centre of your mark

Belphie

belphie’s is a tramp stamp

it’s on your lower back, right on the spot where your t-shirt always rides up while you sleep

you’re half convinced that it only showed up there as a joke

Belphie never really cared much to see it either

like he always saw his brothers asking and fawning over theirs but he just…didn’t care

he always felt a bit of a disconnect regarding your pact tbh

he comes home early from school one day to take a nap and sees you already sleeping on the couch

you’re curled up in a ball, your face shoved in the cushions

and your shirt is twisted and has started to ride up as you move in your sleep

he sees the mark and his first thought is “y/n has a tattoo?”

he moves closer to see what it is and as soon as he realizes it’s his pact mark he almost falls over

it’s there of all places?

because of fucking course it is

he kinda just sits on the floor next to you for a while admiring it while you sleep

until he notices you’re shivering and feels like he has to do something about it

slowly pulls down your shirt over the mark he loves so much and lays his jacket on top of you

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