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kitkat11602 · 3 months

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The Possessive Fires of Greed

mammon x gn!reader

cw: suggestive content, no actual smut happens, all they do is kiss

wc: 1.5k

His eyes were cold as he gazed across the room. Elbows propped up on the desk, head resided in the palm of his hand, paying no mind to his surroundings as he blatantly glared at you.

There was nothing he could do other than sit at his desk and drown out the teachers rambling, demonstrating some new potion that they were to learn. He really should have been paying attention, but when has he ever? And even if he were to, how could he when you were sitting on the other side of the classroom chatting up another demon with hushed whispers and giggles whenever the teacher would turn their back.

Huffing for the umpteenth time, Mammon rolled his eyes, frustrated that you hadn’t even given him as much as a small glance to see his irritation. In front of him on his desk sat a notebook, opened to a random page where he pretended to take notes, but instead was littered with a multitude of smudged lines and stab marks. His jealousy truly showing whenever his pen broke through the first few sheets of paper and left a small hole, all because he had seen that other demon lean back in their seat, face nearing yours to whisper something in your ear.

You could feel his heated gaze on you from across the room, hell, you could practically hear his thoughts just from his expression alone. While using one hand to scribble down notes you used the other to cover the small smile that spread across your face. The demon in front of you chuckled to themselves, their figure hunched over their desk as their pen glided across a small piece of paper they had ripped from their notebook. Reaching their hand back, they let the folded piece of paper land on the corner of your desk before returning to acting like nothing happened.

Glancing up you caught sight of the teacher's back, silently laughing to yourself when you unfolded the paper to see a roughly done drawing of an angry looking mammon. Leaning forward in your seat, you brought your lips closer to the demon's ear, whispering your amusement while tucking the paper into the pocket of your uniform.

The sound of paper ripping tore your attention away from the demon, heads swiveling in the direction of the Avatar of Greed. His blue eyes widening when noticing that everyone was now looking at him, more specifically the paper he had torn and crumbled in his hand. Ducking his head, he avoided the looks from everyone around him, foot tapping against the floor anticipating the end of the class.

“What’s up with him?” The demon in front of you whispered, an eyebrow raised as they sent a quick glance back at Mammon. Though despite their question you were assured by the way their lips stretched into a small smirk that they in fact knew what was wrong with him, and that they were the cause of it.

“Hm?” Humming quietly, you switched your attention from between the board in the front of the class, to the demon in front of you, and finally to Mammon. The white haired demon had taken to staring at you once more, eyes hardened as his hands gripped the edge of his desk. His hair was slightly tousled from the many times he had run his hand through it, and his tie was loosened from around his neck. If you were sitting closer to him you’re sure you could’ve heard the heavy puffs of air escaping past his parted lips, but from where you sat you could only see the rise and fall of his shoulders.

Shrugging your shoulders in response, you turned back to the front of the classroom lazily jotting down the few notes you had missed. Your lips parted to verbally respond, but the sound of the bell ringing stopped you and before you knew it the demon from across the room was on you in a second. His fingers wrapping around your wrist, stopping you from packing up your things and making a quick escape from the classroom. Mammon’s grip was firm, and the intensity in his eyes burned brighter as he leaned in, voice a low, dangerous growl that only you could hear.

“Yer enjoyin’ yourself, huh?” He muttered, tone a mixture of irritation and possessiveness.

Raising an eyebrow, a playful smirk danced on your lips, “Enjoying myself? Whatever do you mean? I was just talking to a fellow classmate, Mammon. No harm done.” You replied, feigning innocence while inwardly relishing in the way his jealousy flared up.

He scoffed, tightening his grip on your wrist. “Don’t play dumb with me, human. I saw ya whisperin’ with that demon. What they gotta say that I don’t.”

With a teasing glint in your eyes, you leaned closer, your lips almost brushing against his ear, “They’re quite the charmer, even drew me a pretty picture.” Your smirk grew wider in memory of the little drawing they drew of your very angry demon.

A low growl rumbled in Mammon’s chest, finally reaching his peak as his eyes glowed a dangerous blue and gold. “Ya think this is a joke, huh? Flirtin’ around with every demon in sight?”

“Oh Mammon, you’re the only one I tease like this. It was just harmless fun.” You chuckled, enjoying the small game you had been playing. Your eyes darted toward the clock hanging above the door, you only had a few more minutes to get to your next class. But with the way the Avatar of Greed was currently clutching onto your wrist you knew getting there wouldn’t be an easy task.

His eyes narrowed at your words, but there was a flicker of vulnerability hidden within them. “Harmless, huh?” He muttered, his grip softening momentarily before tightening once more, “Ya should know better, human. I don’t share what’s mine.”

Before you could respond, he had begun to drag you out of the room and down the hall. He glared at the demon you had been conversing with during class who was waiting outside the classroom door for you, desperate for the details on what the white haired demon had said. Shrugging your shoulders at the other demon you continued to let Mammon pull you along until you reached the student council room.

The door slammed shut behind you as the room was suddenly filled with an air of tension. Mammon finally let go of your wrist but kept you cornered against the door, his gaze never leaving yours. “Yer not gettin’ away with this, human.”

“Get away with what? A friendly chat with a classmate?” You raised an eyebrow, leaning your face closer towards his, enjoying the reaction you were getting out of him.

He scoffed, his frustration evident. “Friendly chat, huh? I’ll show you what happens when you decide to mess with me, human.” Pushing your back flush against the door, his teeth clashed with yours as he roughly kissed you.

His hands, that had been pinning you to the door, traveled down your sides and around your backside. Releasing a guttural growl that resounded through his chest, your mouths parted briefly allowing you to lock eyes. His eyes were narrowed, glaring into yours with a blaze of jealousy before smashing his lips back onto yours, tongue breaking through your lips to massage against yours. Breaking away from the kiss you tilted your head back against the door, eyes closed as you sucked in a deep breath.

“Is this the reason you dragged me all the way here?” You breathed out, eyes opening to lock with his. His hair was tousled and his uniform wrinkled from your traveling hands, but you doubted you looked any better from the way you had been whisked away in such a rush.

With a swift motion, Mammon grabbed your hand and led you to the large table in the center of the room, forcefully pushing you to sit. Leaning over you, Mammon’s intense gaze peered right into yours. “Ya think you can just make me feel this way and get away with it?” His lips crashed onto yours in a possessive kiss, his pent-up frustration and jealousy manifesting in the intensity of the embrace.

For a moment you were taken aback, but as the kiss deepened, you couldn’t deny the surge of excitement that coursed through you. His possessiveness was overwhelming, but there was an undeniable passion in the way he claimed you that had your thighs rubbing together.

As the kiss broke, he leaned his forehead against yours, whispering against your lips, “Yer’ mine, got it?” His eyes glowed with a possessive fire, drawing you in and making you want more, crave more.

And as the bell rang, indicating that the next class had already started, ensuring that you wouldn’t be making it to Devildom History, you couldn’t help but nod in agreement to his words.

You were his just as much as he was yours, and he would take every chance to remind you of that.

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devildomcrybaby · 3 months

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Could you do mammon + voyeurism and masturbation? Thanks!

So many ideas crossed my mind when reading this, thank you for the suggestion, love!

Mammon ♡ voyeurism and masturbation

Minors do not interact. 18+ only Warnings: jealousy, panty stealing

Mammon was having a great day. No calls from the witches, no Levi chasing him around to get his money back. Hell, he even managed to trick a lower demon into giving him 1k Grimm using the cracked phone scam. Everything was uncharacteristically pleasant as punch, until he saw you. You were beaming as you grabbed Lucifer's arm to whisper something in his ear. It was bad enough as it was, seeing you so chummy with Lucifer, all happy telling him Father knows what as he had a hand on your waist keeping you close. Then Mammon noticed that the way you were slightly bending over gave Lord Diavolo, who was sitting right in front of where you and Lucifer were standing, a clear view of your cleavage. Pink. Your bra was pink today. Why in the seven Hells don't you ever close the last few buttons of your uniform shirt? He deemed his day ruined already considering that he couldn't grab your wrist and pull you away from both demons and make a scene. He would have never heard the end of it from Lucifer if he did. When he squinted his eyes giving you a furious look, Mammon finally saw that as you stood on tiptoes your uniform skirt lifted up letting Mammon see…way more than he expected to see, that's what. What did you think you were doing walking around RAD without wearing any panties? This is really something else. You're his human. What is it MC? Do you enjoy having any demon walking by having a peek? Smelling you even? He should be the only one knowing you like this. He's your first and perhaps you have forgotten that he intends on being your last too.

Ragged breaths and groans fill your room. Everything smells of you. Your pillow has the scent of your almond and honey shampoo, your everyday perfume lingers faintly in the air, he can even smell your stupid nail-polish. Mammon's grip on his dick is firm and mean. Hadn't precum run down his shaft he would have hurt himself for how sharply he was rubbing his fist on his length. He lays on your bed, legs wide, pants only unzipped enough to let him slip a hand in his boxers and set his aching dick free. His hand doesn't feel like yours, not at all. The thought makes him grunt. As if he cares that your hands are softer, that you always place your soft lips on his tip to kiss it after he cums. He doesn't even want you anymore if you'd let just anyone have you, he thinks. He knows it's a ridiculously blatant lie the very moment the thought crosses his mind. He'd always want you. Even if he had to kneel at your feet and and beg you to even catch a glimpse of whatever you decide to hand out to him.

His harsh hand and the fabric rubbing on his length make the pleasure almost unbearable. At first he doesn't even notice you getting back to your room, a hand still on the doorknob and eyes wide. You stay there bewildered for a few moments, lost in the sight of your very own demon panting sprawled on your bed, chest slightly damp with sweat where his shirt is unbuttoned, his hand caressing his pretty dick the way you'd like to do. It's all red, Mammon must have been at it for a while. You could make it better, you think. Maybe you'd be more gentle too. "M-mammon?" you say tentative, your call faint and uncertain. When Mammon hears your voice his brain doesn't immediately register that you must be there in your room. His eyes closed and his mind clouded by pleasure and anger and bitterness. He thinks he must have imagined your soft voice calling his name and it's enough to make him cum there and then. Hot white liquid sprays over his stomach making his shirt dirty and running down his hand and the piece of fabric that he was holding in his fist. He opens his eyes catching his breath. He's startled for a second when he sees you there looking at him like a rabbit caught in the headlights. Nothing you haven't already seen, after all. Or touched. Or tasted. He grimaces when his brain decides to flash him with the image that you might have done the same to Lucifer, hell, even to Lord Diavolo. Then his mouth opens in a wide malicious smile. With a single finger he lifts your cum covered panties from his lap and gives you an ill-behaved look. "You were missing them today, MC. Be a good girl now. Put them on. What will the council think if they knew their favorite human violates RAD dress-code in such an obscene way?"

You take in a sharp breath and grip the doorknob more tightly. Perhaps you shouldn't have used the lunch break to come back to your room and get the notebook you forgot. Shit.

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bokutosmochi · 1 year

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HOW TO: HAVE MAMMON COOK FOR YOU ♡ MAMMON

mammon x gn!reader

"two orders of pie ala mode for mammon and anon please!"

ingredients? a how-to on making mammon cook for you

what's it? general

allergen warnings? n/a

sugar level? 0.4k

regulars? @tokyometronetwork @tahonet

parlor's note? love love looove writing for our precious baby mammon!! had a lot of positive comments on my last mammon fic which is linked here. thank you so much for requesting him nonnie (⁠●⁠’⁠3⁠)⁠♡⁠(⁠ε⁠`⁠●⁠)

bon appetit!

help him avoid lucifer's wrath

"i always knew you had a soft spot for me." you grinned into mammon's shoulder as he plated your favorite dish onto their finest china -- the ones that are used during special occasions.

you could feel him grumble at your words, sneakily pinching your side though he stood with his back to you. "ya better watch the things ya say, stupid human. the only reason why the great mammon's cooking for ya is because ya helped me out with that science exam."

he turned around and attempted to glare at you -- he never could, you were too precious to him. "the great mammon doesn't have a soft spot, and i most definitely don't have a soft spot for you."

you laughed at his words, knowing that they did not hold a single ounce of truth. "yeah, sure thing, mams. that's why you offered to max out goldie if i helped you ace your science finals, right?" you bumped your hips with his as he scowled. the familiar pink blush could be seen dusting his cheeks, but he tried to hide it as he washed his hands. "just eat tha damn dish."

"aw, no 'mon. wanna wait for you so we can eat together." you picked up your plate and sat in the sofa, patting the space next to you invitingly. against his better judgement, he looked back to you only to shift his focus back on drying his hands -- he met your gleaming eyes and immediately got flustered; you were definitely too cute for him.

faking a halfhearted look, he got his plate and sat down next to you.

directly next to you.

but he couldn't help it, he couldn't help the way he naturally gravitated towards you. for a moment, he thought of scooting a few inches away from your body heat, but he instantly froze when you shifted even closer to him and laid your head on his shoulder. "thank you so much for dinner, mams." you murmured softly, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear to kiss his quickly reddening cheek.

for a while, his mouth went dry, completely not expecting what you just did seeing as he was completely obvious to the way you felt about him -- the way you liked him as much as he liked you.

"ya-ya know you can't just do that to someone, right?" he looked away making you laugh lightly. "well yeah, i'm not doing it to just anyone though, right? after all, you're my first man."

i get: reblog

you get: GRIMM

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ilygetou · 2 years

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WEEK ONE DAY THREE | JEALOUSY. FT. MAMMON.

PAIRING$: jealous! mammon x fem! reader.

C/W: jealous sex, mammon is jealous but won‘t admit it, creampie, slight degrading, sub/dom dynamics, mammon returns to his tsundere self at the end, short n’ sweet, MINORS DNI!

N0TE: already at day three wtf, anyways enjoy 🙌

“m-mammon, p-please. you’re being too rough.” you whined as your boyfriend kept roughly bucking his hips against yours. his cock making you feel so full.

“‘it’s your fault, fuck — you were the one flirting with my brothers, you knew that I was — shiiit, you knew that i was there. you did this on purpose, it’s your fault.”

mammon continued thrusting into your pussy, as you kept moaning his name, begging him to slow down a bit. his cock hitting your deepest spots — causing you to let out an audible moan.

“why’d you even — why’d flirt with them? fuck. Why did you? huh? Am I not good enough for you?” you couldn’t speak — couldn’t utter a single word, not when mammon’s cock kept hitting your womb, only making you let out lewd sounds. “yes baby, fuck, let out out your voice — let them know that you’re mine.” mammon pinched your clit, making you let out an even louder moan of his name. you’re pretty sure anyone who walks past his dorm could hear you by now.

“look at you, got too dumb just because of my cock, can’t even say a single word, ’s okay baby.” mammon kissed your parted lips before continuing; “knew that you wouldn’t want anyone but me — nobody can make you feel this good, right?” you nodded your head, slurring ‘yeses’ as mammon chuckled at your state.

“look at you — tears staining your cheeks while you moan out my name, fuck — you’re so cute, fuckkk.” the sudden tightness of your cunt made mammon throw his head back — thrusting faster into you, hips quivering ever so often.

“m-mammonnn…! c—!” you got cut off by your orgasm crushing down on you, your cunt squeezing mammon’s cock so tightly, while you cum around his length.

“so t-tight — fuck fuck fuckkkk!” mammon’s hips twitched, thrusting into you sloppily before he emptied his load into your used pussy.

mammon pulled out of you, slowly, he was panting and coughing, before he finally steadied his breath.

you looked at mammon with a tired smile on your face, “what?” mammon said, confused.

“maybe, if i’m gonna be getting fucked so roughly like this every time you get jealous then maybe i should flirt more with your brothers.” you said, a chuckle following right after.

mammon quickly widened his eyes at your words and threw a pillow at you, “i wasn’t jealous, dumbass!”

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ssaeri · 2 years

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crushing popcorn beneath my feet

☆ tags: mammon x gn!reader, y/n is a carnival booth worker, mammon keeps spending money on their booth to spend time with them, mini-series, ft. asmo ☆

Mammon likes to gamble on a lot of things. The chance that Lucifer won’t catch him sneaking back into the House of Lamentation past curfew, for example. The one card game that he can’t figure out in the underground casino, for another. The weather whenever stormy, grey clouds hang low and he doesn’t feel like carrying an umbrella because he’ll definitely forget it somewhere. He’s the Avatar of Greed, but maybe his greatest sin is never learning his lesson.

Right now, he’s gambling on—

“Love?” Asmo’s voice cuts in, way too smug for Mammon’s liking. “You're in love, aren't you? Ooo, do you need any help?”

Mammon shoves his brother’s face out of the way. “Quit yer yappin’!” he snaps. His wallet, bursting with newly procured Grimm, sits heavy in his pocket. He has a goal, yes, but it's not love. It's victory. Technically. “I’m just tryin’ to beat this stupid game.”

“Oh yeah?” Asmo cooes, prancing by Mammon’s side as he huffs and puffs towards a familiar booth. He doesn’t have anything better to do today? A spa trip, perhaps? Or a drinking party with his friends? “The fact that you keep visiting during a certain someone’s shift has nothing to do with you having a little crush on them?”

“No, it doesn’t.” Mammon pauses and then repeats for good measure, “No.”

He just happens to be free whenever you’re working, and it’d be creepy if he walked up and talked to you, but if he makes casual conversation as a paying customer, then it’s just him being polite. That’s all it is. The smell of popcorn is thick in the air, and annoyingly loud pop music blasts from the nearby go-kart rink. He pays them no mind, not when he turns the corner to approach your stand and your face brightens. Grinning, he’s about to greet you when Asmo flounces forward with a call of your name.

What the hell? He knows you?

“Is that the Asmo?” you ask, bracing an arm against the booth’s wooden frame as you lean forward. “What are you doing here?”

“Visiting my favorite worker, of course!” he says with a wink. Mammon’s scowl deepens. “And accompanying my favorite brother. He said he’s feeling lucky today. Maybe he’ll finally win me one of the stuffed dragons hanging from the awning.”

You laugh at that. “I wouldn’t bet on it if I were you—he’s sunk so much money in the past few days without getting anything, but maybe that’ll change today.”

“I didn’t know we were all friends here,” Mammon finally says before Asmo can poke fun at his throwing skills. He looks between the two of you. He’s not bitter, no. It only took him a solid week to get your name, knowledge that Asmo already had apparently. And the ease in his brother’s voice is something he still hasn’t mastered.

“We’re not! Yet. We could be.” He leans close to Mammon and murmurs. “Their name’s on the side of the booth, silly. They paste the workers’ names there to signal shifts.” He leans back with another disarming smile.

“I hope so!” you say, no sign of having heard their exchange. “Asmo’s pretty well-known around here, but I only know him through Devilsgram.”

Right, he forgot Asmo’s a mini-celebrity.

You pick up three balls from your basket and hold them up to him. “Another round, pretty boy?” you tease, and as always, he stammers out something resembling a yes before forking over the Grimm. This time, he has to ignore the delighted look on Asmo’s face and hopes to Hell that it won’t be used against him later. You drop the money into the black apron tied around your waist and step back to give him space.

“I want that one,” Asmo says, latching onto Mammon's throwing arm and pointing towards the biggest stuffed toy. “What does he need to knock over to get it?”

A common question. You take out a long stick and gesture to the front row of boards to knock over. “These get you the little ones at the bottom. The second row get you the toys in the middle section. The next row gets you the bigger toys. And this last level, the Hell Challenge level, gets you the biggest things. Or really, two or three of whatever you want in this booth.”

And that’s the level Mammon’s been gunning for. Because technically, you’re in this booth, so if he knocks over one of the Hell Challenge boards, he can ask you…ask you on a date…listen, the plan sounds cooler in his thoughts, okay? He shakes his head, loosening the tendrils of doubt at the edges of his heart, and prepares to throw.

Asmo walks away with two small newts and a star-shaped sticker.

PT. 2 : here

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amaya-writes · 2 years

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The Obey Me Brothers and Their Worst Nightmares

Part 1: Lucifer and Mammon Part 2: Levi, Satan and Asmo Part 3: Beel and Belphie

Notes: I just randomly got this idea in the middle of the day and went along with it. This is going to be three parts! I was going to do all of them in one post but it got too long.

Warnings: not really any warnings but it's just sad.

Characters involved: Lucifer, Mammon

Lucifer

The gates wouldn't open.

An annoyed groan spilt from Lucifer's lips as he shook the iron gates yet again, yet even as he put all of his strength into the motion, the lock on the other side barely budged.

It was as if the measly iron bolt was taunting him, with its newly painted handle sneering insults about how the avatar of pride himself was hindered by a mere slab of metal.

Lucifer would have probably broken down the gate if it weren't for the appearance of a familiar white-head he had come to accept as his favourite brother.

"Mammon? What is going on, let me in."

"Excuse me? Who are ya?"

Lucifer recoiled in shock at his younger brother's questions, but was quick to shoot back with his signature cynical tone.

"Stop playing these games and let me in!"

He didn't know what was more surprising, the way Mammon was seemingly unaffected by the shift in his personality or the way his younger brother chose to fight back with a tone laden in annoyance.

"Huh? Why would I let a stranger in my house?"

The gates rattled yet again as Lucifer slammed his right hand on the bars, causing Mammon to let out a threatening growl that quickly blew Lucifer's fuse.

"I'm your older brother!"

The two seemed ready to attack one another and land a good blow or two on the other's frame, but they were immediately subdued by the sudden appearance of a person Lucifer would have never expected to see in his house.

"Mammon? What-"

The familiar towering frame and blond hair of the angel Lucifer swore to forget and hate for the rest of eternity had his grip on the gates tightening in anger and confusion.

"Oh, can we help you?"

Lucifer was ready to let off a chance few words for the condescending angel before him, yet somehow Mammon cut him off before he could.

"Micheal! This...man claims to be our older brother. Ya got a twin or some-"

Lucifer couldn't bear to witness the situation any longer, with his feet quickly shuffling away as his body slumped down like every last drop of energy had just left him.

He couldn't bear to get too far, instead collapsing a little ways away from the front gate.

He had given it all up for them, he had fought for them, lived for them. But what did it matter?

What did it matter if Lucifer had catered his entire life to the betterment of his brothers if in the end, he would just be forgotten?

He was still himself, yet as he sunk down against the front gate of House of Lamentation, Lucifer realised he had just become worthless...nothing.

Because he had lost his everything.

Mammon

It was fake.

Fake, fake, fake. All of it was!

He had spent an hour chasing after the treasure chests and collecting all of them, but in the end, they had been filled with nothing but gold-painted brass.

The sight infuriated Mammon to no end, causing his to throw a fit and kick at the emptied boxes and the metal surrounding them.

Mammon didn't know how long he stayed like that, but suddenly, as his gaze fell on the now stamped-out brass, he couldn't help but feel a sense of fatigue take over.

It was then that he finally noticed the bigger problem at hand.

Mammon had been so caught up in his emotions that he hadn't realised he was lost.

"You there! Do you happen to know where the House of Lamentation- Lucifer's place, is?"

The random demon on the other end of the street cocked his head to the side almost quizzically at the question.

"Who?"

"Lucifer! The avatar of pride, y'know, Diavolo's right hand!"

Mammon's clear agitation made the demon shift uncomfortably as he genuinely contemplated the question before finally letting out a hum of recognition.

"Lucifer? Lucifer the angel?"

The question had him groaning as Mammon shuffled a hand through his hair and groaned in annoyance.

"Man are ya stuck a million years in the past? He's a demon now!"

"Um- no he's not."

Mammon was ready to argue back and possibly wring the weaker demon's neck, but he was stopped by his next words.

"Although I did hear of a single angel falling a while back."

Single angel?

Blood rushed through his ears as Mammon heard the other demon trail off and walk away, with hsi gaze almost automatically sinking to the ground.

He was alone?

Mammon repeatedly shook his head at the question, with a quick string of 'nos' falling from his lips as the need to get away from the situation got so hard he found himself running in a random direction.

It was only when the sting of a lack of oxygen got too prominent that Mammon finally slowed to a stop, but he was quick to pick up the pace again once he noticed the House of Lamentation at the end of the street.

Or at least, an overly glamourous version of the house.

The sight had him rushing past the open iron gates and through the front door before Mammon could think twice, with his feet only coming to a stop once he was in the middle of the foyer.

The house was filled with gold, with its walls decked from left to right in luxury.

"Lucifer?"

As he practically stumbled into the living room and raked his eyes over the table full of food yet void of the people he so desperately sought out Mammon couldn't help but feel a lump form in his throat.

"Beel?"

Where there was food, Beelzebub usually wasn't far to find. Except this time, as Mammon raced past the open kitchen door, the only thing he was met with was glittering pots and pans that had his stomach churning.

"Levi? Satan?"

Mammon sounded almost desperate as he raised up the stairs, paying no mind to the seemingly diamond-studded steps and gold bannister.

"Asmo?"

The first floor was empty. The sight of his brothers' empty bedrooms would have usually made Mammon's heart race with the possibilities of theft, but instead he found himself yelling out in anger as he raced past the second floor and to the attic.

"Belphie? Guys?"

When it was clear the top few floors of the house were empty, Mammon found himself dragging his feet towards the second floor even as his hopes sunk.

"Hello-"

His greeting was quickly cut off with a broken sigh as Mammon walked through the last room in the house, with the music room's empty gold-studded walls only serving to worsen his mood.

Usually, Mammon would have been quick to laugh in glee and explore all the different treasures across the house, yet as he sunk to the ground beside the piano bench he couldn't help but feel the first tear fall.

For he didn't want gold.

Mammon didn't want to chase after riches and feed his greed, he wanted to fill his heart. A heart that felt so, so empty without his family around him.

Mammon was rich.

Mammon was alone.

He had gotten everything he had been chasing after for decades, centuries, even millennia, but at what cost?

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zephyrchama · 15 days

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Falling asleep in one of the House of Lamentation's common rooms can be a gamble. At best, somebody kindly carries you back to your room and tucks you in. Or maybe they leave you where you were, but drape a jacket or blanket over you.

Sometimes they go overboard, and you wake up with too many blankets. It's sweltering hot and excessively heavy. You thought the brothers were just being supportive in a weird way until Mammon accidentally revealed everyone is trying to break the record of 23 blankets and three duvets.

Sometimes you wake up with a full manicure and facial in progress. Asmo likes the practice.

Sometimes you wake up wearing Lucifer's reading glasses or Mammon's sunglasses. The Anti-Lucifer League must have thought you make a good hiding spot.

Sometimes you wake up with fresh food next to you. Particularly if you fell asleep near mealtime. The strong smell of Devildom cuisine rouses you awake, and you catch Beel trying to tip-toe away.

Sometimes you find... offerings. Bottled tea, or sticker sheets, or a coin placed on your cheek. Levi started taking pictures and in thanks decided to make a shrine dedicated to his idol (you).

Sometimes they draw on your face. The first person to do so will leave a marker for anyone else who happens to feel creative. You've woken up with whiskers, a mustache, fake eyes drawn over your eyelids, money signs drawn on your eyelids, swirls and hearts, a goatee, a big unibrow, and you're pretty sure the twins are the culprits behind a game of tic-tac-toe.

Sometimes you get notes. Simple reminders, or a notice that Lucifer's left the house so please make sure to check that everyone's behaving when you wake up. Occasionally you wake up completely covered in post-its with silly messages.

Sometimes you get kisses. They leave no trace, unless their sender gets carried away and sticks around.

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lovetei · 9 months

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Things that the citizens of the Devildom witnessed that will prove that this Human have the characters at their beck and call

Versions: The Brothers, Side characters

Warnings: Gender neutral pronouns for MC, Cussing, Slight yandere themes (Belphegor, Asmodeus)

Links: Masterlist

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LUCIFER

This demon likes sticking to rules

Running on hallways? Detention

Eating during class? Detention

Not paying attention to class? Detention

No one is safe...

Except for one person.

The cafeteria if filled with loud noises, your voice shouting profanities to another demon specifically.

Everyone listening to the argument feels like they're stomach is about to burst out of nervousness because "What if Lucifer randomly comes in and put all of us is detention because we just stood by and didn't do anything to stop the fight?!"

And he did.

But what surprised them is that he didn't shout or anything, he just stood there for a few second and scanned the crowd looking for one of his brothers.

Spotted Mammon and came close to him before whispering something among themselves.

And then he just stood there

Doing nothing

As if it's just fucking okay to let a human, the exchange student at that, to scream and curse a demon because he won't cooperate into this project.

And when the demon started cursing back at you, the rules are suddenly so strict as if cussing will cause the end of the 8 rings of hell.

The demon is sent to detention, removed from the group, suspended, and many more.

And who knows? Maybe you pulled just a few strings to have that demon expelled.

But what the citizens sure know is that they never saw anyone again after talking to MC like that.

MAMMON

It was cute

Mammon would do anything for you, no matter how big or small it is.

One day, Mammon was spotted running around the halls of RAD.

Looking like he's getting chased by Lucifer, again.

But surprisingly, he's not.

He's just running around the school fetching your fan, notebooks, bag, pens, water or some snacks.

One time, you two were put in a group for this project and were talking about it with your other group mates.

Then you hit him with a "Mammon, I left my notebook on my desk in the potions class, can you fetch it for me?"

With just a blink of an eye, Mammon who was leaning on your shoulder just a few minutes ago is gone.

And with another blink of an eye he's there again with your notebook on his hands then he's back to leaning on your shoulder again as if he didn't just go to the other side of the school for a notebook.

LEVIATHAN

He's introverted

He won't go out his room if it's just for some lame party

I also headcanons for him to be the most unseen brother

Or like him having the smallest amount of photo and information online because he just won't go out.

Yeah, he won't go out if it's just some small, lame party but if Diavolo hosts it, what exactly can he do?

"Do you think the avatar of envy will attend this party?"

"Ha! No way... Lord Leviathan won't attend small parties or gatherings like these unless Lord Diavolo hosts it himself."

"Lord Leviathan really has a high standard when it comes to gatherings..."

And then poof

He's there

Beside you

A happy go lucky sheep beside a gloomy snake

What a match

And if you ask him why he would attend such gatherings when it's totally not even his style he would just go like "MC."

"What can I do? MC really wants to see the fireworks display."

"MC wants me to escort them."

So they got the hint on how to make Levi attend gatherings, either have Diavolo host it or invite MC too.

SATAN

He's angry

But not angry enough to yell when MC is around

Man's can go from 👹 to ☺️ real quick as soon as he felt MC's prescense

He doesn't know why too, but whenever he yell while you're around he thinks he'll fall out of favor

"WELL MAYBE IF YOU'RE SO PERFECT THEN WHY DON'T YOU GO AROUND WHILE YOU HAVE YOUR HEAD FAR UP YOUR ASS- Oh, Hi MC? How are you?"

He'll talk so sweet in front you and then when you turn around you can see some veins popping out of his neck and forehead.

And if he can't really handle it and went berserk in your prescense another scary yet amazing thing you can is to put your hand on his body.

Shoulder, head, neck, wrist, arm, wherever it is.

Just pat him or link your arms with him and he will start to calm down.

ASMODEUS

People headcanon him to like it when you're obsessed with him but I think he's more obsessed to you.

Like he's down bad

You can do anything and he'll literally fawn all over it

"Look at the way they run their hands through their hair!"

"Look at how they work!"

"The way they hold that fork is so graceful~"

Literally, you're the only person that comes to his mind when someone said pretty

Except for himself of course

But I swear, whenever someone caught him staring at you the atmosphere gets so thick

You don't even know why but the atmosphere is heavy and the air suddenly smells so sweet

And those heart in his eyes, the way his pupils dilate

Yeah, you have this man worshipping you alongside himself

BEELZEBUB

Other than the fact that he's actually willing to share his food with you

He's willing to help you in any physical works

Like lifting up things, carrying your stuffs and sometimes even running errands for you

I mean, he actually doesn't do it a lot because Lucifer actually asks Mammon for this stuff because the things Lucifer needs to be done is a little...

Shady?

And he doesn't want to taint Beel's innocence.

So now since you're already a part of the student council when Lucifer needs to have something important finished but it requires physical work.

You and Beel will be partnered

And he doesn't have anything against it either

He likes it so much when you command him to do something actually

I mean, he's tall and buff but Lucifer won't ask him to do anything that includes hard labor except taking care of Belphegor

So you actually helping him make use of all those muscles made him feel a tinge of happiness

He feels like he's actually of use :)

BELPHEGOR

This little brat

He would kill for you and he means it

He's not scared to spill blood on broad daylight as long as it's for you

Someone bothered you? Dead

Oh this person annoyed you? Taken care of

Aw~ He told you you're cute and asked you out on a date? That's sweet! Dead.

He's just like that

He won't tolerate anyone who dared disrespect you

And Lucifer won't even put a stop into this

"I mean, Devildom is quite overpopulated and we don't want anyone disrespecting Lord Diavolo's plan on bringing the three realms together now." Is what he reasons everytime.

Oh, he also wakes up on command as long as it's you.

Lucifer and his brothers could be shaking him like he's dead and he won't even bother to open his eyes

But if you just pulled a "Belphie? Good morning..." Oh dear, he's wide awake and clinging to you.

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smoft-demons · 15 days

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MC needs some extra love

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You’re having an off day. Your demons have asked to make sure nothing’s actually wrong, just to be safe, but they’ve seen you like this a few times before. They understand. You’re just feeling down for no particular reason. Just sad and low energy. Extra tired.

Nothing happened, no one hurt you, nothing’s wrong… you just woke up in a low mood. Because it simply be like that sometimes. You just… need some extra affection today. No reason. It’s okay, they’re not judging. They’ll do what they can to cheer you up a little—they love you, you know. They want to see you smile at least once today.

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Lucifer:

When Lucifer notices your mood, he softens towards you a lot. He asks if anything is wrong first of course—they all do—but once he learns that there’s nothing he needs to correct and no one he needs to punish on your behalf, he just softens. He treats you more gently than usual.

He expects you’ll get fed up entertaining all his brothers, with their endless chaotic energy. So he invites you to hide out with him in his office. You are invited to just sit with him and read, or put on some music, or play a game on your DDD, or just rest… or whatever it is that will help.

He’ll even let you curl up in his lap and cuddle with him if that’s what you want. That cheers him up too.

He quietly redistributes the most taxing of your chores for today amongst the seven of them, to give you time to recharge.

You’ll find Levi and Beel doing the dishes for you when it’s your turn, or if you’re supposed to make dinner you’ll find that Mammon and Asmo have already ordered everyone takeout, and they’re already in the middle of setting it all out on the table. You won’t have to do a thing! If you were supposed to clean up a common space in the house, it’ll already be done by some of your assorted pact partners. You might even find sticky notes placed amongst your homework in Lucifer’s, Satan’s, and Belphie’s handwriting, suggesting edits and books titles to check for better information, and pointing out any parts in your work that are particularly well done.

When you check your DDD later, you see that Lucifer had instructed his brothers to take on what they can from you to make your life easier today. He was not planning on letting you know that, clearly—because he sent that in the brothers group chat. You only know because Karasu’s spy feature showed you.

His support is shown in all these soft, quiet details. Peaceful moments. Simple, but unmistakable reminders of how loved you are. It’s okay if you don’t smile today, even though he would like you too. He will verbally remind you that loves you anyway.

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Mammon:

Mammon’s first instinct, of course, is retail therapy. He offers to take you shopping. He’ll even pay for your stuff! He doesn’t mind if it makes you happy!

You appreciate that very much—and maybe you’d be happy to take him up on that if you were sad for a reason, but… you just have no spare energy. Just thinking about going out exhausts you more. You’d have to deal with looking at things! And forming opinions, and deciding on stuff to buy! There’s crowds and cashiers and bright lights and just… stuff outside! You can’t, you just can’t. You have no energy and you can’t.

The first time Mammon sees you like this, he’s confused. You don’t wanna go out? You don’t want any new stuff?? He sure hasn’t felt like that before!

He puts effort into figuring out what will actually help cheer you up instead. He’s considerate that way.

He tries taking you for a long drive. He tries taking tasks off your to-do list. He tries trailing after you all day to keep you company, holding your hand, chattering all day so you can’t hear your thoughts, staying quiet so you don’t get overstimulated. He cycles through every possible approach over the months, on every random day you happen to wake up like this.

It’s all greatly appreciated—and hey, some of his ideas work better than the rest! You feel loved and cared for regardless. It’s impossible to miss how much he adores you.

Eventually though, he strikes gold!

That particular day, he had been telling you a stupid joke every time he ran into you, in an attempt to make you smile. He gets a weak grin for his troubles just about halfway through the day. He beams at you triumphantly at that, impulsively scooping you up for a hug and repeatedly kissing the top of your head, and—aha! THERE’S the smile he was looking for!

From that point on, he knows what to do!

The next time you wake up in this mood, he takes the first opportunity to give you a playfully over the top show of affection. Over the course of the day, he keeps doing it!

He runs into you in the hallway between classes, he (gently) aggressively ruffles your hair as he passes you. He finds you aimlessly walking through the house, you immediately get snatched into his arms for a nice long squeeze. You sit with him as he’s scrolling through devilgram, he sets it aside for a moment to squish your cheeks between his hands and cover your forehead and nose with loud, playful kisses. You go up to him and request attention? You get kiss attacked, and he won’t let up until you crack a smile!

Your brain hurts, he says, echoing your very first explanation. It’s okay though, he says. He’ll kiss it better, he says.

He is MORE than happy to completely discard the tsundere façade to lean into this… over-the-top affectionate silliness, as long as it continues to make you laugh and smile like that.

He won’t admit it, but… this is more honest. This is much closer to who he is at heart than his usual behaviour is. Try as he might, he can’t hide how much he cares to save his life.

The realest aspect of Mammon is not the dumbass, not the money-grubber, not the uncaring cool guy that he pretends to be… no, it’s the goofy dork who loves you SO much that he’d go to any amount of effort to cheer you up.

He’s damn good at it too! HE was put in charge of your well-being for a reason! He’s the best big brother/guardian/friend/pact partner ever, and you’re his to take care of. He’s not letting HIS human go without smiling once for a whole day! You’re the sole member of his family he can openly dote on, and dammit, he will!

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Levi:

Levi’s go-to is, of course, distracting you with media. He tries games first, but if you’re too low-energy for that, he gets it. He tries anime, movies, shows, videos, manga, whatever you seem to respond best to.

You’ll notice a theme of letting others help, confiding in friends, opening up to people. There are repeated instances of characters asking for support from the rest of the cast and then being helped and taken care of. Lots of power of friendship stories, lots of hurt/comfort and “it’s rotten work” “not to me, not if it’s you” and team-as-family.

Maybe, just maaaybe, he’s trying to tell you something!

He relaxes when you explain that you just woke up like this, sometimes this just happens and it’s no one’s fault, there’s no problem, he doesn’t have to worry about you. He gets that! Sometimes he wakes up like that too. It does happen!

But… you’re his player two! He wants to worry about you!

So he takes care of you the way he wishes someone would take care of him when he gets like that. Gives you the extra love he knows first-hand that you need right now. He lets you choose the entertainment, he holds your hand, and mirrors what you do to self-soothe.

If you wanna lie on the floor and stare at his jellyfish decorations, he’s right next to you. If you wanna tell Henry how you’re feeling, he’s right there with you doing the same so you don’t have to feel self-conscious. If you’re stimming, he will too. That one makes him happy as well! If you wanna burrow into a pile of blankets and plushies like a hognose snake, he totally gets it and will also do that. He does that anyway sometimes, just because it’s comfy.

There’s not a hint of judgement from Levi. Ever. He gets it.

When you guys HAVE to leave his room, like for meals and such, he lends you his headphones. So you don’t get overstimulated from all the noise his brothers make. He never goes far from you, either. He always stays close enough that you can reach for him if you want to.

After dinner, when you’re tired and done with trying to act normal (not that even one of your demons is fooled), Levi brings you back to his room. He asks if you have any requests, anything you want to do, anything he can do to help you. If you know what you need, he’ll just do it. If you don’t, he’ll offer comfort in some form that makes sense to him. He understands that all you really need is some extra love when you’re like this, so he’s not at a loss. He gets it, he feels the same way sometimes, he can do that!

You end up curled up in his lap, hiding your face in his shoulder as he watches an anime you’ve both seen before at a low volume. Familiar and comforting. He’s happy to just sit and chill with you until you feel like you’ve recharged enough. He knows you’d do the same for him.

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Satan:

Satan’s instinct, once he learns what’s going on, is to bring you to the quiet spot outside where the stray cats he has befriended gather and then plonk the chillest one in your lap.

Cats are perfect fluffy little warm purring bundles of free therapy, after all. How could you not be recharged by this?

He’s not wrong, the cat definitely helps. It is in fact a perfect creature.

But… well, you don’t bother to spend the energy on saying so, but being outside isn’t really helping. You cringe at every loud noise. The wind ruffling your clothes every so often is annoying you. You’re sitting on concrete and it’s making you cold. The streetlights feel particularly aggressive to your eyes today. Very stabby. There are smells outside! No one wants that!

You love the cats, but Satan is giving them all his attention and you’re getting just a little bit jealous. You as well are giving the cat in your lap all your attention, and—as stupid as you feel about it—you’re getting a little bit jealous about that too. You want attention too! All the cat has to do is be cute and soft and it can have all the petting and cuddling it wants! As it deserves, yes, but… don’t you as well, though..?

You try to push that feeling away and just pet the cat. The cat did nothing wrong, you still love it, you’re supposed to be feeling MORE recharged from this! Not… whatever it is you do feel. At the end of the day you still enjoy petting the cat and you don’t want it to leave. That’s still true and that’s what matters, you tell yourself.

Eventually the cat decides it’s had enough petting for now, and gets up. Satan checks on you, fully expecting you to be thoroughly cheered up! Instead he sees you staring forlornly at your hands, mostly zoned out. Confused, he asks if you’re okay.

You nod once, giving him a hollow smile.

Now he’s concerned. He takes a minute to finish petting the cats surrounding him—noting the hint of jealousy in your eyes as you observe him—then comes to sit on the concrete stair next to you.

He gently points out that he knows you well enough to detect a lie. Especially an unconvincing lie like that. You give a noncommittal hum in reply. That’s all you have the energy for.

He wraps an arm around your shoulders, letting you slump against his side. Your head leans against his shoulder. His other arm comes up to stroke your head for a moment, then drops down again to take your hand.

In a small, tired voice, you thank him. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze in reply.

Eventually he adjusts you so he can hold you more comfortably. Every so often he kisses the top of your head, or rubs your shoulder, or squeezes your hand, or says something quietly to you. Pointing out a interesting leaf shape, telling you something inconsequential about his day, prompting you to look when one of the cats does something cute, reminding you that he loves you and it’s okay to feel like this. That he enjoys your company no matter what mood you’re in.

This helps a lot more. Eventually you have enough energy to reply to him in full sentences! He’s visibly relieved at that. Still, he continues to hold you.

It’s after this point that a different cat comes up to you. It sniffs your shoelace then rubs itself against your leg. It flops over your shoe, stretching adorably with its little paws reaching up. It looks up at you all wide-eyed and cute, and finally you give a short puff of a laugh. Satan feels it more than hears it, but still!! He feels successful!

You pet this cat as it stands up and sniffs at your free hand. You look at it with a little smile. There’s a bit more soul in this smile, to Satan’s relief.

Later, as the two of you are leaving, he slips the cat a treat and whispers a thank you to it. Then he takes your hand again and leads you back home.

(He makes a mental note to himself for next time: pet the sad human first!! Then go see the cats!)

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Asmo:

Asmo notices that you’re having one of those days today, and he rushes to spoil you. Like Mammon, his first instinct is to take you shopping—but specifically for clothes and makeup and skincare products. Stuff that would cheer him up.

But you’re tired, and he understands that. It’s okay, he still knows what to do!

Asmo brings you into his room. You curl up in a sad, tired lump on his bed. He lets you chill there while he gathers up the stuff he wants.

He returns to you with his arms full of stuff! Nail polish, face masks, a hairbrush, moisturizer and hair oil, etc etc. Stuff for taking care of you.

He makes a point of only doing stuff that doesn’t sting at all. No plucking eyebrows or messing with your cuticles or anything like that. Just the stuff that feels nice.

Asmo quietly chatters about people he knows and stuff he’s used and whatever the latest gossip he’s heard is. Not even really to inform you this time, because he knows you’re probably not gonna remember much when you’re like this, but more to provide you with a constant, grounding backdrop of his familiar voice.

He speaks softly to you as he wipes your face with cleanser and then proceeds with his skincare process. He gently brushes your hair, spending twice as long as necessary just because it feels nice. He insists you don’t bother to move as he sits next to you and paints your nails.

At some point he runs out of stuff to do, so he ends up just brushing over your face with a clean makeup brush. No product on it at all, he’s just doing it to make you relax, because it’s soft and it feels nice. It’s meditative, honestly. For both of you.

He spends a good long while doing that.

He finishes up and lies down next to you. He pulls you into a cuddle. You offer to return the favour for him. Do his skincare and hair and nails and stuff for him, spoil him back—because he deserves the best.

For the first time ever, he declines. He shushes you and holds you tighter. This is the only situation in which he would ever refuse that!

He says you’re more than welcome to return the favour tomorrow if you like, but for now he just wants you to rest. He did all that for you to get you in this relaxed state you’re in right now, don’t get up and un-relax yourself so fast! Keep your brain turned off! It’s good for you sometimes!

… yes, Asmo is surprised by his own selflessness too—more surprised than you are by now, knowing him. He’s always been selfless for your sake since you first became his friend. It still surprises him though.

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Beel:

Beel is your best guy for validation. For quiet, thoughtful, unwavering support. He’s a lot more insightful than he’s often given credit for. He’s one of the best people in this family in terms of emotional intelligence, no question about it.

He knows just what to do. He observes you as the day goes on, taking the first opportunity to pull you aside and check on you without any others around. Just to make absolutely sure there’s nothing else going on.

His voice is soft, his hands are gentle, and he puts effort into understanding you. You’re family, he loves you so much! So of course he would.

He’ll share his food with you of course—both because he wants you to know that he loves you that much, and because he’s trying to remove a task from your to-do list. You don’t have to think about getting food and preparing it and any of that if he just. Does it for you. You can spend your very limited energy elsewhere.

He’ll take you with him on his routine walk, just so you can have a change of scenery and an opportunity to chat uninterrupted.

He listens to you complain about being outside with his characteristic placid sympathy—a combination that would be a bit contradictory if it came from anyone else, but somehow makes perfect sense for Beel. It’s soothing. Reassuring, somehow. He helps a lot, just by being himself.

When you inevitably run out of energy—much quicker than you usually do, but you expected that—he offers to carry you. Or rather, he automatically goes to do it on muscle memory, because that’s just what he does with tired loved ones (Belphie usually). He catches himself and realizes he should ask first in this case. Just to make sure. He’s considerate like that.

You are very tired… and you want contact. So of course you accept the offer. How could you refuse when he offers so earnestly?

He walks in measured, consistent steps as he carries you. The sway of his movement is deliberately relaxing. He’s trying to lull you into a meditative haze, or maybe put you to sleep. Either is good, he thinks.

The warmth of him makes the… everything about being outside when you’re feeling this way a lot more tolerable. The sounds of his footsteps, his breaths, his heartbeat… all of that drowns out the background noise just enough. Your face is pressed into his jacket, so the streetlights don’t stab your eyes and all the distressingly inconsistent outside smells are entirely covered by the spices-aromatics-soap scent of Beel. It’s a smell you know very well, and the familiarity of it is grounding.

Everything about him is grounding, really. He really did know exactly what to do.

At the end of the day… it’s okay if you don’t smile. He would like you to, of course, but he will meet you where you’re at. Anyway, it’s more important to him that you feel like it’s safe to show however it is you actually feel around him. He understands the amount of trust that takes, and he’s honoured by it. Nothing is more important to him than that trust.

So, you don’t have to smile. It’s okay.

Don’t be strong, he tells you. There’s no need, for now. Just let him. Rest, lean on his strength—he’s got more than enough for both of you. He’s got you. He’s not going anywhere.

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Belphie:

Oh, you’re tired? A bit sad, a bit grouchy? Damn. Looks like even HE has more energy than you today. That’s not something he sees often! Well, that’s fine. He knows what to do.

It’s straight to baby jail with you!

In his arms, that is. In bed, surrounded by his best pillows, covered by the least warm heavy blanket he has, so you won’t overheat but will still feel nice and covered.

He positions you so you’re facing each other, with your head tucked under his chin. So you have room to comfortably breathe and talk, but your face is still as covered as possible so you won’t be bothered by any lights.

Emotional intelligence may not be Belphie’s strong suit, but he is observant and he understands exhaustion. This may not exactly be the usual kind of exhaustion, but still! There’s no demon better equipped to understand what’s going on with you right now, just by nature.

He’s totally fine with cuddling you in silence if you don’t feel like talking. That really works for him, actually, because it allows him to nap.

Not that he doesn’t WANT to listen to you. He does. He’d be happy to. But he gets it if you don’t wanna bother with that. It’s okay.

He will, however, delay taking a nap until you doze off first. He just wants to make sure you’re okay. He’s not about to just fall asleep and abandon you if you still need attention.

If you’re not falling asleep very fast, he will help. Not with magic, surprisingly. He’s being more… gentle, he supposes, than that in this situation.

He talks quietly about nothing important. The soft drone of his voice, kept consistent and deliberately soporific, melts into your brain like butter, slowing it way down. Blocking everything else out. Gradually turning it off. One hand rubs your back slowly, almost as if to match the rhythm of his voice.

It’s so relaxing. You feel like you could stay like this forever and never want to move, you’re that comfortable.

Belphie knows what he’s doing.

It works really well! He makes sure you feel loved and cared for, then makes sure you get some extra rest. Mental and physical recharging.

Of course, you wake up feeling a lot better. Maybe not entirely back to your normal self yet, but definitely better. How could you not?

You’re a lot less tired after you’ve slept, and less sad too… so he’s succeeded—but you’re still not smiling!

He can fix that, right?

He lets you get up and stretch first, of course. He does the same. Before you leave the room though, he wraps you up in another hug.

He pulls back to examine your face after a minute or two.

Hmm… you look comfy, but still no smile! He can’t have that! So he hugs you tightly again, but this time his fingers start to lightly poke and brush over your sides. He’s trying to force you to smile by tickling you. He’s not gonna do too much, he’s not trying to overwhelm you. He stops as soon as you crack a smile.

There we go, he says as he gives you one last gentle squeeze. That was all he wanted, he tells you.

He doesn’t let go of you for long, over the rest of the day. Always holding your hand, giving you random hugs, draping himself over your shoulders—but without making you take all his weight for once, because he knows you’re still kinda tired. Enough of it to be soothing, but no more. Just so you don’t get lonely. He doesn’t want you to get all sad again.

If you do get sad again though, it’s okay. He will squish the sadness out of you all over again, as many times as you need. He doesn’t mind.

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mammonswhore · 8 months

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Mammon: *with a walkie talkie following Belphie* The cow is out of the farm I repeat the cow is...

Belphie: *Taking the walkie talkie* THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?

MC: *on the other side of walkie talkie* I am scared of you so Mammon keeps me updated to know if I leave my room or not

Belphie: I am not going to hurt you

MC: bitch you said the same and killed me I ain't risking it again

#this has happened multiple times #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me incorrect quotes #om incorrect quotes #incorrect obey me #obey me! incorrect quotes #belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me mammon x reader #obey me crack #hol shenanigans

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tsukii0002 · 26 days

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Mc: I can't take it anymore… If you continue to be so irresponsible I'll take the kids!!!!

Mammon: Please Mc! Forgive me, I promise I will change. I will be a better father!

Mc: I can't ensure the welfare of my children over words.

Mammon: Mc! I will never stop caring about our children!!!

Levi: *confused* What are they doing?

Asmo: Oh *eating popcorn* they are arguing because Mammon bought birdseed for canaries instead of special birdseed for crows for the new chicks.

Satan: *stealing popcorn from Asmo* And now Mc has restricted Mammon's care over them.

Levi: And what do the parents think, the crows?

Satan: *holding back laughter * They're on Mc's side.

Levi: Pfff *starting to laugh*

Mc: It's too late...

Mammon: Mc nooo!!!!

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devildomcrybaby · 1 year

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Make-up and make out

▸ Obey me! Mammon x MC

Suggestive, but not smut

You got bored one afternoon and decided to put make-up on Mammon. This builds a lot of sexual tension.

You casually walked down the stairs of the House of Lamentation, headphones in your ears and a small beauty case in your hands. After being finished writing a paper due the next day and putting on a face mask to relax and rest your sore eyes that stared at a screen for too long, you were left with nothing else to do. It was still early in the afternoon and boredom began to bite, so you decided it was time to annoy one of the brothers.

You headed down the long corridor that leads to the dining room, before entering and looking around. Some candy wrappers laid on the table along with a few candies and chocolates still untouched, probably the remainings of Beel’s snack, discarded to go look for a more filling meal. You raised a hand to your headphones and lowered the volume to zero. It was oddly quiet and peaceful. Satan was sitting on an armchair, a crime book in his hands that you recognized by its color - or because you simply already knew they were among his favorites - and a focused look on his face. The faint beeping noises coming from Levi’s device interrupting the silence every now and then. Was it a shooting game? Or the beeping of the dialogue options of an otome game?

Another shuffling noise came from the sofa where Mammon was mixing a poker deck, probably scheming a new trick to shake his brothers down, or anyone else for the matter. They all seemed to be chilling and as free as you were, so you asked if you could put make-up on any of them. Satan slowly raised his head from his book, about to say something, when Mammon ditched the cards getting up to say: “Of course the great Mammon would give you the privilege to do his make-up, don’t go asking just anyone around”, he scoffs, a blush creeping on his face while he looked anywhere but in your direction. You rolled your eyes at his antics, a beaming smile already on your face. “Very well then”. You reached the table to grab one of the candies that you assumed to be raspberry flavored, before popping it in your mouth.

You then walked towards Mammon and lightly pushed him to make him fall back again on the sofa, some of the poker cards scattering around the floor when he bumped his foot on the table where he left them a moment before.

“Hey, watch it, human!” he huffed, feignign annoyance.

“Sorry, Mammon, I promise I’ll be gentle from now on”. Levi blushed at your words and glanced at your form before fixing his eyes back on his game. You put your beauty case on the sofa and leaned a knee between that and Mammon’s leg. “Do you mind?” You asked, pointing your index finger between you and him. He frowned in confusion, before turning red. You could clearly see that his mind went blank in that exact moment. After a few seconds during which you almost regretted your question, starting to feel embarrassed yourself, he shook his head. He gulped, his eyes carefully observing you. You then shifted your whole weight on the knee already on the sofa and lifted your other leg to rest on the other side of his thighs, straddling him. Satan couldn’t resist glancing at you and Mammon, already cursing himself for not being faster in his answer.

“Do you like Rihanna?“ you asked. One of your hands was resting on your thigh while the other was near your face, your index finger on the headphone to raise the volume again.

“It’s one of my favorite singers from the human world“ he answers genuinely, still flushed from the closeness of your body to his, embarrassment not letting him form thoughts coherent enough to give you a smug comment about his knowledge of the human world pop culture. You smiled and nodded, taking one of the wireless headphones and passing it to him. He took it and put it on, the faint notes of “Love on the brain” beginning to play.

You turned to the case, opening the zip and taking out a white and green tube. You put some of the cream on your index finger and proceeded to spread it on Mammon’s cheek. He winced a little at the coldness and you giggled for his reaction. He frowned, ready to give you an offended comment, but hearing you laugh made him experience an odd warm feeling in his stomach and immediately relax his features, smiling fondly at you.

You proceded to apply the moisturizer to his face and neck, gently rubbing it. “Close your eyes” you said in a low voice not to distupt the peaceful atmosphere of the room. When he did you lightly blowed on his face to make the cream dry out faster. He breathed a contented sigh and you rummaged in your beauty case, looking for your beauty blender and foundation. You put some on the sponge that you held between your index and thumb, then lightly tapped your ring finger on his cheek to check if the cream actually dried out.

As you kept applying the make-up on his face you felt Mammon relaxing more and more under you. His head was thrown back on the back of the sofa, his lips slightly parted and his eyes half-closed.

When you were about to put some powder on his face you felt the tips of his slender fingers lightly moving up your leg to end up caressing the exposed skin between your short pleated skirt and the white thigh-highs you were wearing. He hadn’t touched you at all until that moment (if we ignore that you were literally sitting on him). Goosebumps surfaced on your skin at the sudden contact, but you stayed focused on your task. His hand then pulled down your skirt as to fix it better, right before caressing you above it with an open palm, travelling over your body until it reached your waist. His hand was resting there now, where his thumb found another inch of exposed skin to brush against, between the waistband of your skirt and your white cropped t-shirt. You intently looked at his face, brows knitted together, a hand faintly resting on his jawline while you kept doing your work. You couldn’t help but thinking about how beautiful he looked in that exact moment or at any moment and it had little to do with the make-up you applied on him to get by the boredom of an idle Sunday afternoon. The raising and falling of his chest, a faint blush tinting his cheeks, messy hair from when you moved them off his forehead, full lips and long lashes through which he was looking at you. You tried to keep your mind focused on what you were doing, but your thoughts chased way more licentious images.

He brushed the tips of his fingers on your side. You inadvertedly shifted your body closer to his when his thumb grazed the outline of your breast, your noses almost touching. He could feel your raspberry scented breath on his lips when he suddenly grabbed your waist firmly, pulling you against him. You spread your legs more so that your laps touched. You could feel him hard under you and you knew you were as turned on as he was. His touches made you hot and bothered by the second, even though you did your best to concentrate and pretend to be unaffected. You tensed at the idea that he could feel how wet your panties were.

“Mammon” your whisper was barely audible, cheeks more red then ever. You didn’t even know what you were asking for. Did you want to get away, embarrassed to let him know how much his touches affected you? Or did you maybe want him to touch you some more? The idea of being deprived of the warmth of his body and the delight of his touches felt excruciating, like getting your lunch snatched when you’re starving after a day on an empty stomach Beel get out of this body.

You knew that perception was made dramatic by Rihanna’s raspy voice begging not to quit loving her and by the mess of emotions in your stomach to the realization that you were finally this close to the demon you longed for. Never had you imagined that you’d end up a blushing mess when you boldly approached him earlier.

His lips brushed against yours at your plea, the tip of his tounge tracing the shape of your lips and tasting your gloss. “Did you put this on me too?” he asked in a whisper, hands still tightly on your waist.

“Not yet”.

“Pity. I like it”. He nuzzled your nose while he fixed your thigh high, pulling it up gently. Your heart was pounding and your breathing was heavy, one of your hands was resting on his cheek and the other on his neck. You wanted nothing but to feel his lips on yours.

Even though you felt like you were the only ones in the room or in the world for what you cared, the tiny part in you that stayed rational knew you couldn’t overreach in front of Satan and Levi, albeit you gave your back to them, they weren’t completely naive.

“Shall we continue this...make-up session in my room?�� Mammon’s question wakes you from your thoughts.

“Isn’t this Lucifer’s line?” slipped out of your mouth.

He jolted back a little, looking at you with a confused gaze that could easily turn to an an angered one. “Ah? What did you mean by that?” the pitch of his voice way higher than before at your words. You suddenly got away from his hold taking advantage of the momentary shock, running away in the corridor.

“Mammon, why do you have to be so loud?” Satan shook his head and sighed, knowing that the rare moment of peace you were enjoying in the House of Lamentation was over.

“Maybe I’ll tell you if you catch me” you shouted from outside, laughing.

“When I’ll catch you, you won’t have a lucky escape, human”. Hearing his footsteps approaching you headed to his room, eager not to get away with anything at all.

I stopped writing because this thing came from an extemporaneous thought when I spaced out while studying today that ended before the actual smut part. Also it’s my first drabble so I hope it doesn’t completely suck. And it’s so self indulgent, I’m such a simp for Mammon it’s embarrassing.

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bokutosmochi · 1 year

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PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER ♡ MAMMON

mammon x gn!reader

"two orders of astronaut ice cream for mammon and anon please!"

ingredients? mammon was not the avatar of pride, but that doesn't mean he can't have his prideful moments.

what's it? fluff

allergen warnings? some violence

sugar level? 0.8k

regulars? @tokyometronetwork @tahonet

parlor's note? mammon, my love, it's so fun to write for him (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

bon appetit!

"you know you didn't have to do this, right?" you asked, to which he just tsked. he continued to put the dvd into the player with you voicing out your concerns in the background. "i don't want you to force yourself to do something you don't want to do."

"look here, human, if ya think some lil spooky movie's enough to scare The Great Mammon, then you're wrong."

one of the best thing about mammon was how observant he is; you can't help but internally coo whenever he remembed a small detail about you, which is fairly often. other times though, you think that it may be him downfall. that and his pride.

you found yourselves shopping at the devildom mall on a weekend; you've done all your homework the day prior and the both of you aced the exams you had assigned. you deserved a treat. one of the shops you explored was a dvd store selling disks from all genres, plus a few more that you've never heard of before in the human realm. a few movies caught your eye, underworld understandings - a mystery movie that focused on the protagonists making pacts with immature humans -, through the thorns of the rose - a romance movie following the lives of two starcrossed demon lovers -, and lastly, down the valley of rotten skull mountain -- a horror flick about a bunch of travelers getting stranded on rotten skull mountain, a place plagued with monsters heinous enough to frighten demons. the last one was the movie that intrigued you the most.

you didn't end up buying anything from that store. instead you saved the grimm to buy a new stash of mammon's perfume since you heard him complaining about not having a lot left. both fortunately and unfortunately, it was mammon who ended up buying one of the movies you were interested in, and knowing how much you loved horror movies, he made the obviously very wise decision to buy down the valley of rotten skull mountain.

"no mammon, seriously. i know how much you don't like scary movies. we don't have to watch it."

"i wanna." is all he grumbled before grabbing the remote and pressing play. he then plopped down beside you in your comfortable bed and watched the starting act play out.

you could tell he was getting a bit uncomfortable. you could also tell he was not about to stop watching it anytime soon because of how engrossed you are in the movie.

two of the protagonists died in gruesome ways which made you flinch and you'd never bring up the way mammon hid his face behind the stuffed capybara he won for you when you visited the human realm on your latest birthday. but as you progressed further into the film, you found out that their deaths was nothing to the way the supposed final girl was going to suffer.

even by just judging the tense atmosphere of the movie, how this will be the ending scene of the movie, and the string quartet playing in the background creating a heart-pounding tune, you knew mammon would not be able to stomach this. if he was able to sit through it and not look away, he was going to have nightmares for days and that was not something you wanted him to deal with.

you knew that he would turn down your offer of turning the movie off, he would also reject the idea of looking away as per your advice, so you just laid a hand on the back of his head and guided it down so he would be facing your shoulder instead. you turned down the volume so he would not hear the intense sounds of her blood-curling screams and the sound of guts being torn apart by the monster's teeth. he had his hands over his ears the entire time and he would have vowed to do anything you asked him to if you promised to keep this a secret between the two of you; his brothers cannot find out about this.

he was only able to speak when the movie was over and the credits were rolling. "h-hah, knew you couldn't resist getting your hands on The Great Mammon. not that i can blame ya though. i'm yer protector and if ya need protecting from a "scary movie"", he did air quotations around scary movie as if he did not agree with the 16+ rating, "then protecting from a scary movie you'll get."

i get: reblog

you get: protection from a scary movie (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

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