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onlinekitsune · 1 year

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Free Dinner: The Mammon Way

you know, i forgot people write unfinished things and update them as be.. so i am also gonna try that! not sure if anyone would want me to continue this but, if you do please let me know!! i hope you enjoy!! btw in my google doc’s this was called “right in front of my salad??”

It wasn’t often that you and Mammon had time, with just yourselves. Especially returning to the Devildom. It was hard to get one on one time, when all the demon brothers wanted your attention almost constantly. But today was your lucky day, just the two of you sneaked out undetected by anyone. It was nice just being alone with him, even if he was hesitant to fully admit it at first. You ran your fingers over his knuckles, as he continued to hold your hand even after running out of the house. He rolled his eyes in response, turning away so you wouldn’t see his bright red face. He didn’t know his ears gave him away.

“Um… now that we’re actually… alone. What do ya wanna do? We have the whole town to ourselves!” He grinned, swinging your hand along with his. Before you could respond, a growl interrupted. In this vast forest of trees it would have been terrifying if the growl wasn’t coming from you. You skipped breakfast in order to sleep in, which you regretted at this very moment. “We can always go to that restaurant I took you and Beel?”

“Oh! Ristorante Six! But… I didn’t bring my wallet? And… well… I know your situation with Goldie.” You smirked, poking at Mammon. Again his bright blue eyes circled around at your comment.

“Who said anything about paying?”

Your eyes widened, you knew that Mammon was pretty reckless and impulsive. You were dragged in the majority of his schemes ever since you made a pact with him. You were designated his partner in crime. Whether you liked it or not.

“You know, I didn’t expect you to be so brave to dine and dash. Especially if Lucifer heard of this, I think he’d maybe put your head on a pike.” You laughed, almost not believing his suggestion. That was until you saw his reaction. A slight confusion spilled onto him. He didn’t exactly explain his idea, but it was clear that was not it.

“O-Oh! Yeah, haha… um… that’s… right.” He muttered out. He scratched his neck, trying to turn away from you. Mainly out of embarrassment for not being on the same page. Your interest piqued, curious of what he really had planned. You leaned closer to him, squinting your eyes. “MC?”

Mammon tried backing up, but only to be met with your closeness once again. You leaned into him, leaving no room between you. “Yeah? Something tells me… that’s not what you were thinking.” You whispered, trailing your fingers along his bicep. “C’mon Mams, let me know what is really going on in your brain, hm?”

His face flustered, trying to avoid your gaze. But everywhere he tried to look, your face would peek in front of him. He groaned, trying not to give in. But once you grabbed his hands and rested your face on his chest while looking up at him, it was too difficult. “Okay! Okay! I guess I will tell ya” he sighed. “Your methods are so… cruel.” He hesitated, still unsure whether to tell you. “So… ya know. I was thinkin’… that maybe we could…” he hesitated again, before erupting into a flurry of words. “Possibly pretend that I’m proposin’ to you to get a free dinner… or somethin’ like that or whatever.”

After saying that he quickly shut his eyes, avoiding your visual response. He was too embarrassed admitting his very obvious feelings. You let out a small giggle. Though Mammon hated admitting his feelings, he was absolutely cute and somehow… pretty romantic? “I didn’t know you guys did that at the Devildom! Who am I to say no to a proposal and a free dinner!”

His eyes quickly opened, shocked by your response. Even though you didn’t hold anything back on him in regards to your feelings. Adding to that shock, you kissed him. “Wha! You can’t just..”

“Let’s go Mammon… My proposal and dinner await!” You exaggerated, tugging him along.

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obey-me-disaster · 1 year

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Stuck in a Christmas book

A/N: This is a gift for a Secret Santa ^-^

Summary: While on a Christmas market, MC touches a book that transports both her and Satan into a Christmas theme book

Word count: 4184

Satan x female!MC

The annual Christmas market in Devildom was in full swing, demons and other beings came from all over the realms to spend time with their loved ones while enjoying all the food and attractions around.

This year also happened to be special to a certain demon of wrath because he managed to be the first one out of his brothers to ask MC to accompany him to the book fair that the RAD library was hosting in the Christmas market.

"Satan, check this out! I've finally found the book I've been looking for!" MC held up the book for the avatar of wrath to see. This year the RAD library outdid themselves with the vast collection of books they've put on display.

"I see it's a newer version too. The older ones are most likely still kept in a safe space." Satan took the book and gently placed it in his every ever growing shopping bag that looked three books away from getting ripped. "You know, we should take these books to others and get a new bag while this one still lasts. I don't want to end up picking up books from the floor if this one decides to give up on us" Even tho he was struggling to hold the bag full of books, he still waited for MC to make up their mind. "You got a point, we can even buy some hot chocolate when we come back to the book fair." MC said as she went to take some of the books from Satan in order to help him.

As they were both walking out of the book fair talking about what else should they get, MC caught a glimpse of a book that made turn all of her attention to it. At first Satan thought it was cute how she got distracted by a book and was ready to slightly tease her from it but stopped when he saw what book got all of her attention.

He tried to stop her from touching that book but it was too late as she already picked it up. The world seemed to stop for a second, all the chattering and laughing sounding like it was far away. Neither of them had enough time to react, let alone panic as the world went blank around them.

After a while MC woke up, but instead of feeling the cold from the outside and hearing the commotion of the Christmas market, all she felt was a hand resting around her waist and someone's breathing on the back of her neck. The place was a bit of a mess, with books scattered around, in a way it reminded her of Satan's room...wait a second-

She turned around only to be faced with a sleeping Satan, that tighten his hold on her. While he seemed to be at peace MC was internally freaking out. She could feel her face heat up by the second. How did they end up back at the House of Lamentation, why were they cuddling? Not that she minded, but it was a bit too intimate of a thing for friends to do...friends...she should really do something about that, but after they both figure out what happened in the first place.

While she was lost in her thoughts Satan started to slowly wake up and just as MC, it took him a bit to notice what was wrong, and it took him even longer to notice their position in his bed since all of his attention was on trying to figure out what happened. When he did finally realised the fact that he was holding her he could feel his entire face turning red. They stood like that for a few seconds in awkward silence before they got out of bed.

"How did we get in here? Did one of your brothers carry us in here?" Satan had a feeling it wasn't that, and even if by a slim chance that was the case he would have to strangle his brothers for their attempt of teasing him by putting the person he crushed on in bed with him. "It's too early to say for sure, for now let's go see if there is anyone around here."

They made their away into the kitchen where sure enough, they found Beel eating some grilled vampire bat. "You two woke up just in time for the preparations for the Christmas party." Satan and MC looked at one another in confusion. There was no Christmas party planned or even discussed.

As they were trying to process the whole situation Beel finished his meal and went over to Satan. "We should go talk about the party, I have something to tell you about it." Beel nudged his brother's shoulder as a sign to follow him. The fourth born looked back at MC, not wanting to leave her alone in an 'unknown' place.

"It's ok, you two go talk, I will wait for you right here. I could use some food anyway, I'm starved." MC went towards the fridge to search for some food while Satan and Beel made their way into the living room. Once they got there Beel seemed to visibly relax. "Asmo said he finished all the preparations for your proposal to MC. Now we only need to finish the last minute tasks for the party." What kind of proposal was Beel talking about? Satan wanted to ask directly but decided against it since it would come off as suspicious, so he decided to play along for the moment. He already had a feeling that he knew in what kind of situations they were, he just needed some final confirmation. "Can you go over the plan for the proposal again? I want to mentally check if everything is actually prepared, after all there can't be any mistakes."

Beel seemed to take the bait, not having any suspicions about Satan. "Well the ring is safely placed, and we hanged the mistletoe in such a way that it would be in the middle of the room. Mammon nearly fell off the ladder while trying to tie it up." He took into consideration everything his little brother just told him, finally having figured what exactly happened. "Thank you, Beel. Now I can finally rest at ease about it."

Now that he knew the whole situation he needed to get back to MC in order to tell them. "I should go back to the kitchen, MC is still waiting for me after all." Beel just nodded at him and left.

Satan went into the kitchen but you were no longer there. While he was a bit annoyed at the inconvenience he was not too worried. The situation was not dangerous, just a bit embarrassing if anything.

While he was away talking with Beel, Asmo waltzed into the kitchen. "MC, dear, you're here! I have been looking everywhere for you." MC was still not sure how to react to all of this but decided to go along for the moment. "I was just hungry and decided to grab a bite before the whole Christmas party"

Asmo just looked her up and down. "Are you really going to wear that?" MC casted a quick glance at her clothes to make sure there was nothing wrong them and sure enough, that was just her normal outfit. Seeing the confusion on her face Asmo decided to just grab her hand and explain things as they left the kitchen behind. "Come on, it's a party! You should dress up for the occasion, especially to impress your boyfriend. I can help you pick some clothes that will leave Satan speechless!"

Coming to a stop when they reached MC's room Asmo went in without a care in the world but the human was still in deep thought. 'Boyfriend? Satan? Did the book just sent her to the best alternate reality possible?'

MC got her thoughts interrupted by Asmo coming back with multiple outfits for you to try on. "It feels like yesterday when Satan asked you out. I remember all the frustration everyone had because neither of you would confess!"

Asmo paused so he can look over your clothes to determine what would make the best outfit. Some of those clothes seemed familiar to her but for the most part she couldn't recognize most of them. "You two would act as a married couple, would sneak glances at one another, you even had a cat together! When Satan finally bit the bullet and confessed to you everyone was relieved that there will no longer be that stupid romantic tension between the two of you"

Some of that stuff hit too close to home for MC in regards to how she feels about Satan. The way Asmo describes her past relationship with Satan in this...she guesses she could call it version for now, reminds her of her present dynamic with the avatar of wrath. Her whole face was burning at the thought of it. She wanted to think more about it but a sudden knock on the door interrupted her.

"MC, it's me Satan, are you in there?" She didn't get to respond before Asmo opened the door. "There you are! You came just in time to see MC try on her new outfit picked by yours truly." Asmo dragged his brother and made him sit on the bed while giving MC some clothes and made her go to the bathroom to change. "My work here is done, I am expecting a thank you from you later today." Turning towards his older brother one last time he winked at him. "I will leave you love birds alone for now, I will see you later ♡". And with that he was off just as MC was finished changing into the clothes given to her.

She was wearing a black turtle neck, with a high waisted plaid skirt with six buttons on the top part of it. She was wearing a pair of knee high boots and some stockings while around her neck was a silver necklace with a small golden cat attached to it.

They both had to admit, Asmo knew how to dress someone up, and just as he said, Satan was left speechless. The fourth born could recognize the necklace as the one he bought it for her on her birthday the previous year. Not only it was a cat, but the cat eyes were a beautiful shade of blue-green that reminded him of MC. Seeing the avatar of wrath being rendered speechless was a sight to behold, and an opportunity for teasing she couldn't pass on. She wasn't really sure where she got all that confidence from. Was it from the fact that she was in a relationship with Satan in here, was it from little adrenaline she got once she got in here? She wasn't about to over think it, at least not for now.

"From the look on your face I get that this outfit looks good one me" She twirled a bit so she could show off the whole outfit.

A blush crept on Satan's face as she watched her, but as much as he wanted to admire her more he had to tell her about their predicament. "You do look good, but there are some more important matters at hand, such as explaining to you where exactly are we." At that MC stopped in her tracks and looked at him. "You figured it out for real?!"

Satan just nodded at her and started his explanation. "Remember how you picked up that book at the book fair, the one with a Christmas tree on the cover?" All MC could do is nod in approval. There was something about that book that pulled her towards it. "You see, that book is one from a long series that traps people in their stories, just like some of Levi's games." MC started to slowly realize that this was no alternate universe or anything but a simple story, but there was still some questions. "Why are there so many things from our actual lives, this is supposed to be a different story right?"

The avatar of wrath was quick to clear any misunderstandings she may had "Unlike Levi's games where there are some set of rules, the books of this kind are way more relaxed. As along as it works with the story it will take inspiration from our lives." He thought a bit for an example to give for her to fully understand how this works. "Remember when we got stuck inside a book on my birthday? This is the exact same thing. The characters got the looks of my brothers and the house in the story got replaced with the House of Lamentation. As long as the story as a whole can be told, certain details can be overlooked"

That explained all of the eerily similarities with their real lives, but there was still one more thing that MC was concerned about. "Do you know in what kind of story are we? Last time we were stuck in a book I was in danger to get killed."

Satan froze on the spot contemplating on whatever he should tell her or not. The more he thought about it the more he blushed. "From your reaction I assume it's romance. That would check out with what Asmo told me."

Asmo told her something? He couldn't have told her about the proposal right? "What exactly did he tell you?" At that question MC got a bit blushful about the whole situation. "He talked about how we got to be a couple and how frustrated everyone was with us beating around about the whole subject for a whole time."

And with that an awkward silence engulfed the room. Neither of them dared to look at each other for more than mere seconds. Both of them could grasp what getting transported in a romance novel meant, but MC still needed a proper confirmation. "Say, Satan, does this enchanted book place people in stories according to what they want or is it random?"

Satan knew he would have to explain this sooner to later but he still didn't feel prepared. If he confirmed this to her, would it count as a confession? Since it's a story about proposing on Christmas it meant that both of their feelings were mutual and in theory he would have no reason to be nervous but all logic was out of the window as he kept thinking of a way to break the news to MC and basically confess to her.

Taking a deep breath he tried to calm his nerves. "That book is special in the regard that all stories will be Christmas related, no matter their genre." MC nodded at him as a sign of acknowledgement. "The genre of the book is determined by what the people that get sucked into the story want be it at a conscious or unconscious level. And since this is a love story it would mean.." Satan didn't finish the sentence, both out of fear but also out of respect of MC. He doesn't want to push a narrative that may not even be true. By all logical accounts their feelings should be mutual, he is a demon that often took pride in his intelligence and logical thinking, but now that the question was left in the air he couldn't help second guess himself.

MC just stood there and processed what Satan just told her. They got stuck into a love story because both of them are in love with one another. Everything that Asmo told her not too long ago replayed into her mind and she couldn't help but feel silly. For two people who would read tons of books together and often discussed them together they sure were oblivious. They had serious debates about characters that they were in the similar situations as them and they still ignored all the signs.

In the end it was MC that did the actual confession. "It would mean that we are in love with each other, am I right?" Satan gave her a nod and let her finish. "And because of that I wanted to ask you-" MC bit the inside of her cheek and started to shift her weight from one foot to other. It was like all her shyness she left behind when she got more comfortable with Satan finally came back. "-if you would like to be my boyfriend?"

The cat was finally out of the bag. They both knew how they felt about each other and MC confessed, it was all on Satan to accept her confession. He wasn't even sure how he actually heard her since all he could feel and hear was his pounding heart. "MC...I would love to be your boyfriend."

A huge weight was lifted off both their shoulders and Satan couldn't help but start laughing at the whole situation. "What's so funny about this? Am I missing something or are you laughing from all the nerves?" MC said the last part in a teasing way. "No it's just that, in this story I am supposed to ask you to marry me and here we are, stuttering over a confession." The whole situation was laughable to him but in a way he was relieved this happened. He couldn't even begin imagine trying to ask your hand in marriage if he wasn't even sure how you felt.

"You're supposed to do what!?" In that second Satan realised his mistake. "When Beel took me to another room he told me about how I am supposed to propose to you later tonight." MC seemed a flustered about the whole idea of being proposed, she just confessed less than five minutes ago. Satan seeing her reaction immediately jumped to reassure her. "It's only in the story you don't have to marry me in real life too, we barely got into a relationship."

With that MC seemed to relax. It's not that she didn't sometimes imagined marrying Satan when she would let herself daydream but it was way too soon to seriously think about that. "You know, what if we don't think about it as a proposal?" She just raised an eyebrow at him but didn't say anything in order to let him finish. "Think of it as my way of confessing to you too. Just cause the story forced us to do it in a more rushed manner doesn't mean I don't want to do it in my own way too. Not that I didn't like your confession, it was very sweet."

MC didn't get to respond since a knock on the door interrupted them. "Are ya done in there? Lucifer told me to get MC so she could help with Barbatos with the baking." MC looked apologetically at the avatar of wrath. "I guess I am needed somewhere else at the moment." She turned to move towards the door but stopped when she was right next to Satan to give him a kiss on the cheek. "I guess I'll see you later, I can't wait to see your 'surprise' proposal." And with that she joined Mammon, leaving Satan alone in the room to process what just happened.

The rest of the day went by in a blur until the moment of the party. Maybe there was a time skip in the book when it came to the preparations of the party, that would explain how time moved on so fast. MC kept looking for Satan everywhere so she could give him one of the cookies that she made but he was nowhere to be found.

"MC, there you are! I have been looking everywhere for you." Asmo said as he made his way towards her. "Follow me and keep your eyes close, there is a surprise waiting for you ♡" MC had a hunch about what the surprise was but she had to pretend to know. "I will close my eyes but make sure I won't trip over anything!"

She tripped like four times because Asmo kept getting distracted. "We are finally here! Keep your eyes close until we tell you to open them!" Asmo could hear MC grumble about finally not being in danger to trip over anything else anymore but he decided to ignore those comments.

All she could hear was the sound of the brothers whisper screaming at each other and people going back and forth. It was Satan who finally broke the silence. "You can open your eyes now."

MC finally opened her eyes only to see Satan down on one knee holding what she could assume to be a ring box. "MC, I know it took me a lot of time to confess to you in the first place." A faint "I thought he would need another 100 years to do it" could be heard from somewhere in the room to which everyone snickered except Satan who took a long breath to compose himself so he wouldn't start arguing with one of his brothers. "I just want to express how greatful I am that you stood by my side all this time despite the fact that I am the avatar of wrath and how I want you to keep staying in my life."

He opened the box to reveal an elegant silver ring engraved with a forest green stone. She couldn't tell what kind of stone it was but chances were that it was some enchanted stone from Devildom. "MC, will you do me the honour of marrying me?"

She was left speechless. It didn't matter that this proposal wasn't real or that she knew about it beforehand, it still felt like a dream come true. She couldn't help the few tears that ran down her cheeks as she accepted his proposal. "Yes I would love to!" Satan got up to slip the ring on her finger. "Once we're back to the real world we really need to go on a first date." He said it in a manner so that only her could hear.

"What are ya two whispering about over there? Look up! I didn't nearly fall of the ladder for nothing!" Mammon screamed at them and sure enough, once they looked up they saw a mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. Satan looked at MC while running his thumb over the newly placed ring on her finger. "It was part of the plan to propose to you under a mistletoe, but I understand if you are not comfortable with kissing just yet-" He barely got to finish the sentece before MC place her hands on either of his face to pull him into a kiss.

They could hear some cheering from the other until it felt like the world shifted around them. When they finally pulled apart from one another they realized they were back into the Christmas fair. "Are we really back? Did we finish the story or something?" Satan took the enchanted book from MC's hands and placed back on the shelf. "It seems so, and looking at the time not even has passed."

Both of them opened their mouths to say something only to close right after. Neither of them even knew where to begin with. In the spam of one minute in the real world they became a couple, one proposed and they even had their first kiss. In the end it was MC who broke the silence. "So...you said something about a date before kissing right?" Satan had an idea where this was heading so he just let her finish. "What if we had our first date right here right now? No better place than a Christmas market and a book fair right?"

Satan started to laugh a bit which just lead MC to pout at him. "I'm sorry my love, I was just taken a bit by surprise. In my head I was the one supposed to ask you out but I am not gonna refuse you." MC didn't really pay attention to anything Satan said after he just called her 'my love'. "What's with that look on your face? Did you hear something you liked?" Satan got a smug grin on his face she mostly saw when he won a debate or found the answear to something.

"If I really am 'your love' then I am sure you'll be more than happy to buy me some coffee." Satan took her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss. "It would be my pleasure." He started to leave while MC was still confused on what had just happened. "Are you coming or not? You're not thinking of ending our date early are you?" MC collected herself and went to catch up to him, making sure to take his hand in order to hold it. She is sure he will be the death of her in the future. "You know damn well I would not end our date early. Especially since it's our first one."

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missbluesunflowersstuff · 5 months

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Take it Easy!

Summary:

You see, being the Avatar of Greed, Mammon had to deal with the worst kind of people. Interesting people who only care about themselves and have no problem hurting innocent people to get what they want. Mammon dealt with the worst kind of humanity, the vile and cruel, greedy and selfish, the kind who would sell a child for money. And Mammon hates it. So why the hell did a child summon him? "I want a friend. Could you be my friend? Please sir demon" Aka: the demon adopts a child plot that no one asked for but I did it anyway

Relationships:

Lucifer & Mammon & Leviathan & Satan & Asmodeus & Beelzebub & Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)

Mammon & Original Character

Additional Tags:

Mammon Has ADHD (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!); The Original Character is a kid; Accidental Baby Acquisition; Lucifer is a Helicopter Mom; Protective Demon Brothers (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!); Great Big Bro Mammon; Angst and Hurt/Comfort

Depression; Self-Esteem Issues; Supportive Demon Brothers (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!); No beta we die like lilith

Belph Has Depression; Mammon gets a hug; Belphegor Being a Little Shit (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!); (but when is he not?)

Lucifer and the author need sleep; Autistic Beel and Belph

Mammon gets more hugs!!!; no main character - Freeform

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the-fab-fox · 2 years

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Hey Obey Me writer community! When do you guys find the best time to post fanfic is? Let me know so I can post my stuff for you guys accordingly :D

Also best tags to use.

Thank y'all for your help! I look forward to sharing my creations with all of you!

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horights · 1 month

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So I've been cooking on posting more, since next is the center pining of Mara's and Leviathan's relationship which is one of her central ways to tell her backstory through conversations with Leviathan where they can relate as the isolated odd one out of their more successful family

And I'm going to do the first significant time step forward like skipping a week when every moment so far has been pretty blocked out and day to day, hour to hour

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zephyrchama · 1 month

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Mammon stares down at his youngest brother snoozing away on your lap. Belphegor has made himself at home with your thigh as a makeshift pillow. It’s far from the first time this has happened, and very unlikely to be the last. Any more, he just walks over and does it, falling asleep within moments without even asking. He’ll wake up if you try to stand. As long as you can still study, read, or scroll your D.D.D., it’s usually not too bothersome and easier to let Belphegor do what he wants.

The scowl on Mammon’s face says otherwise. “Ya really gonna let him walk, err, sleep all over you like that? How many time’s he done that this week?” He tisks and stomps his foot, looming over you with crossed arms. “Belphie, wake your ass up! Yer big bro has a bone to pick with you!”

You feel a warm exhalation on your leg. Belphegor seems to be sighing, but doesn’t bother opening his eyes or acknowledging Mammon in any other way, much to the elder’s chagrin.

“Push him off!” Mammon insists.

“I’m flattered you think I’m strong enough to push a full grown demon off of me,” you admit, lightly ruffling Belphegor’s hair. “But, no. I’m not.”

“Don’t encourage ‘im!” Mammon grabs Belphegor by the collar.

At this provocation, the youngest curls an arm under your thigh and nudges his nose into the fabric of your clothes. He refuses to budge. “They don’t mind it, so just leave us alone.” Belphegor’s muffled voice sounds tired and annoyed.

“Belphie, let go! Ugh, use your pact!” Mammon literally growls. “Don’t coddle this jerk, you spoil him too much!”

“Don’t yell at me about it! I’m just sitting here!” you pout. ”And Belphie, watch where you’re grabbing.” It’s not your fault these guys go crazy over you. “Pact orders are painful for you guys, yeah? I don’t want to go through all that trouble. I’m still learning how to control the magic and it’s not worth it right now.”

“Hah? You kiddin’ me?” Mammon taps his foot and gnashes his teeth as Belphegor gives him the cold shoulder. “Fine then. Be that way.”

He goes to walk away, but abruptly turns back and returns. It’s evident when Mammon gets a new idea into his head. You can practically see the light bulb pop up over his head as he dons a cheeky grin.

“Spread your legs for me,” he demands.

“What?” Now you’re staring at him, disbelief etched into your features. You knew Mammon had the occasional lewd thought but even for him this was brazen. Maybe his brothers are right and he’s finally lost it.

“Spread your legs for the Great Mammon! C’mon!”

Belphegor snorts and turns his head ever so slightly, just enough to give his dumb older brother the evil eye. Mammon is tired of waiting and seizes his chance to yank your knees apart. By your own admission, you can’t fight the strength of a full grown demon.

“You’ve got two legs, there’s plenty a room for two demons here.” There isn’t exactly much space, but Mammon lays his head back on your thigh and grins up at you, bumping his noggin against Belphegor in the process.

Ah. You realize this was his goal and Mammon was just being too stubborn to come out and say it.

Your face grew hot. It felt weird to manspread with two doting demons on your legs. “You really could have phrased that better.”

“Whatddya mean?”

You sigh. “Think about it.”

Belphegor exhales again, probably laughing under his breath this time as he re-adjusts his arm to a cozier position.

Mammon is content just to admire you from below until he connects the dots, and a deep red blush spreads across his face. He turns, winding his arms around your back to better hide his face in the folds of your shirt.

He closes his eyes against you, his nose brushing against your side. “I don’ wanna think ‘bout anything. I work too hard, just lemme rest here a while.”

You allow it, ruffling his hair knowing full well you coddle both of them too much.

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devildomcuties · 1 month

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When MC Climbs into Bed With Them

🕷The Demon Brothers x gn!reader 18+

🕷wc: 1439

🕷summary: Unable to sleep, you sneak out of your bedroom into the dark, empty halls of HOL.

🕷warnings: one spank, food mention

Lucifer

“What is it that you think you’re doing?” Lucifer’s words are soft, but annoyed as you pull the covers back to climb into his massive bed beside him.

“Sleeping,” you answer with a roll of your eyes.

Lucifer spanks your ass sharply, “Did you just roll your eyes at me?”

You hum, rolling over to face him. It’s late and he looks exhausted. His hair is ruffled and his bare chest distracts you for a moment. You’re one of the few who could ever see him not put together.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he whispers as he pulls you close, ignoring the yawn you release as you drape your leg over his hip.

“Nightmare,” you murmur as you settle into his side, melting underneath his hand as he strokes the top of your head.

“Sleep. I am here to protect you from all dangers, even those in your sleep.”

Mammon

“Wah! What?!” Mammon is startled awake when he feels his bed dip. “Asmo, I swear if you’re trying to do my makeup in my sleep again for your Devilgram, I will end you right where you stand!”

“Ooh, so threatening,” you giggle as you get into his bed.

Mammon instantly relaxes as he turns on his side to face you. “What are you doing here, Treasure?”

“Can’t I come sleep with you when I please?” you smile as you bite back a yawn. Mammon nods, too tired to put on his ‘too cool’ facade.

“Of course, Treasure. But you shouldn’t be roaming the halls so late at night. Call me next time and I’ll go to you.”

“Shh, sleep,” you giggle, wondering if he’s noticed you’re wearing a shirt you stole from him earlier when he was at a gig.

“And don’t think I didn’t notice you stole my shirt, you little thief,” Mammon murmurs as he falls asleep once again, pulling you close to his chest.

Levi

“I’m sleeping!” Levi huffs as he tugs the blanket up to his chest. His computer was still whirring as it shut off, and you knew he must have just climbed into his tub.

“It’s just me, Levi, not Lucifer,” you shake your head as you tiptoe closer and make him scoot over. He does so, muttering something unintelligle.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you state as you tug the blanket from him and he groans as he makes room for you. He had stayed up 36 hours playing a new game and now he needed some rest. Levi was just realizing he hadn’t seen you much during the day and he’d missed you.

“Plus, I wanted to see you,” you whisper, feeling him go rigid before he turns to face you.

“Yo-you did?” he stutters. His cheeks are warm and pink and he hopes it’s dark enough in his room to hide them.

“Of course, I did. That pillow you gave me isn’t enough for me, Levi. I needed you,” you admit as you drape your leg over his hip and guide his hand to your waist.

“Didn’t you miss me?” you ask as you press your forehead to his. Levi ignores the wild pounding of his heart as he locks eyes with you.

“I-I did,” he whispers, closing his eyes for a moment as his cheeks burn hotter from embarrassment.

You don’t say anything else, simply lean forward to kiss him goodnight.

Satan

Satan briefly looks up from his book when his bedroom door opens. The small light attached to the hardcover allows him enough light to read.

“Go away, Mammon!” Satan huffs when nobody enters after a second. He knew Mammon liked to sneak around late at night to see what he could take to sell. Satan was still owed for his cursed book on transmutation.

“It’s just me,” you chuckle as you close the door behind you. You head straight for his bed, climbing in beside him.

“What are you doing up so late?” Satan asks as he shuts his book. The kitty ears of his bookmark stick out from the top, and you smile warmly when you realize he uses your gift quite often.

“I couldn’t sleep. I figured you’d still be up and welcome me into your bed,” you whisper as you snuggle into his side.

“You were correct,” Satan states as he raises his book and opens it to the page he left off. “Get comfortable.”

You do so, your head rests on his shoulder as he reads aloud. You soon drift off to the sound of his voice and Satan smiles to himself when he notes the cute way you sleep.

Asmo

“Beel, I already told you, you can’t eat my-” Asmo blinks when he spots you. “Oh, I thought you were someone else.”

“What did Beel want to eat?” you ask curiously as you climb into bed with him. Asmo giggles as he raises the covers and you spot his matching pajamas.

“My new avocado mask,” Asmo sighs heavily. “He came in here saying I was hiding food and raided all my new skincare products. I barely stopped him from eating my mask.”

“Whoops!” you giggle as you settle in beside him. Asmo admires you for a moment, his arm draping over your waist to pull you close.

“I see you did your skin care routine for once,” he smirks as you wiggle your butt toward him. Your back meets his chest and he kisses your shoulder. “I knew you could be good for me.”

“Asmo,” you huff, but soon lose all annoyance when his hand slips under your t-shirt.

“Shh, darling. Get some sleep.”

Beel

Beel had his back facing the door when you opened it slowly. You figured he’d been sleeping for a while as you noted Belphie wasn’t in bed.

Carefully, you life the covers and nearly scream when Beel rolls over to face you. You thought he’d been asleep!

“What are you doing here?” he asks as he stuffs his hand in a bag of chips.

“You scared me!” you hiss as you get into his bed, making sure there’s no crumbs beneath you. If Lucifer knew he was snacking in bed, and you knew of it, he’d have you sweeping the floors with a toothbrush.

“You’re the one in my room, Cupcake,” Beel chuckles as he eats a handful of chips. You hope he’s almost done with them because you came here to get some sleep. You had grown tired of tossing and turning in your bed. You need Beel’s large arms wrapped around you to keep your bad dreams away.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you murmur as he pats his fingers on his sweatpants. His bare chest gets your attention as he tosses the empty chip bag onto the nightstand.

“I’m here now, Cupcake,” he assures you as he pulls you close, his arm draped over your waist as he pulls you close. You nod, yawning into his broad chest as he places his nose over your head. He inahles the scent of your hair, smiling softly.

Though you couldn’t cure his insatiable hunger, you definitely dulled it. He was glad you had sought him out tonight.

Belphie

“Levi, go away!” Belphie huffs as he hugs his pillow closer to his face. He was trying to sleep after a long day and only five naps. Levi had asked him to play some new game Belphie had no interest in and promised to cook dinner tomorrow so he could get another nap in.

“It’s just me,” you whisper as you get into bed with him. You figured he was hiding from Levi up here.

“Oh,” he responds as he opens his eyes a tiny bit. He raises the covers for you to climb in beside him.

“Why are you up?” he asks with a yawn. His hair falls over his eyes and you gently push it away. You hadn’t seen him all day and now you realized how much you missed him. It was hard going about your day when he slept for most of it. Often you’d join him on his naps, not getting out of bed except to eat and shower, but today he’d been holed up with Levi.

“Missed you,” you admit as you replace his pillow. Belphie rests his head on your chest as you gently stroke his hair.

“I missed you, too,” he says as he blinks owlishly. He knew he should try to stay awake but he was just too tired. “Tomorrow we’ll go out. Just the two of us.”

“I’d love that,” you grin, meeting his gaze for a moment. “Sleep tight, Belphie.”

Belphie kisses your cheek before he snuggles closer and falls asleep once again.

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cherries or peaches? ft. obey me! brothers

summary: do they prefer ass or boobs? ft. obey me! brothers x f!reader

cw: highly suggestive, mdni, fluff??, pet names (darling, sweetheart), fondling, groping, MY HUMOUR..

word count: 1.5k

a/n: sorry for some of them being so short, it was actually kind of challenging trying to elaborate on the ideas rather than just plainly stating them out as they are, but i hope u still enjoy them just as much as i enjoyed writing them ^^ also, don't mind my shitty humour in the last two + i haven’t written for most of these characters before so they might sound off idk??

at first, it was hard to tell whether lucifer preferred ass or boobs.

he would always reply to you with a, "i prefer them both, equally," or a, "why should i choose when i can like them both?"

it drove you crazy because you clearly asked him to choose either one or the other. he was always dodging the question and at some point, you even got the brothers in on this, some bets were made too.

"it's obvious he likes ass more, have you seen the way he looks at y/n when they're wearing that skirt he bought for them?"

"nah he totally like boobs more, he can't keep his eyes off ‘em whenever they're wearin' a tight shirt!"

soon you started to take these signs into account, wearing much more revealing things to try and catch a reaction out of him, but to your demise, he never seemed to crack.

after weeks of bet-making and skin-revealing lucifer had finally had enough. the two of you were both lying in bed, facing one another while his arms were wrapped around your waist.

"y/n," he whispered.

"mhm?" you hummed in response.

"isn't it obvious i like these better?"

he pulled himself closer to you as his face buried against your chest. oh you thought. he had always found comfort sleeping against you like this, his head stuffed between your boobs while his arms wrapped around you tightly, that it became natural and you had almost forgot he did it.

"shit— you should've told me earlier! now we've all lost our bets to mammon!" you whined.

you could hear his muffled chuckles vibrate against your body as you wrapped your arms around his head, squeezing him closer.

mammon is 100% an ass-loving guy, no questions asked.

with mammon, no matter what you're doing, what you're wearing, where you are, or who you're with, he just loves touching you all the damn time.

whether you're walking through the halls of RAD to your next class or taking a stroll through the devildom while window shopping, he won't hesitate to sneak his hands up your skirt to feel your plump ass.

"mammon stop, we're in public!" you glare as you swat his hands away.

"’m sorry can't help it, just gotta have my hands all over ya!"

oh well, maybe next time he’d be lucky enough to sneak his hands further down your skirt and— who knows, you might just find yourself begging him for more.

and if it's just the two of you in your own company, you'll always find that his hands like to slip past the waistband of your panties just to lay onto your cheeks, rubbing and squeezing at the plump flesh. always smiling in delight as you squirm under his carnal touch.

as much as you like to complain, he always swears that "it's just comfortable!" or "my hands were just cold!"

there is no doubt in my mind that leviathan wouldn't be on team cherries.

he always lets you sit on his lap whenever he's grinding a video game or on an anime-watching marathon. a recent occurrence you've taken note of is that, almost as if it's a reflex, he'll always end up having a hand or two resting on your boobs, casually squeezing at it as if he owns the thing.

"you must be real comfortable there, levi." you teased, motioning to where his hand laid.

"huh— OH! um, I-I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO!" he shot his hands up in defense. "it's just really soft… and warm... I'm sorry y/n." his face was bright red.

"it's fine, i was just teasing you, silly!"

there was also a time where you scolded levi for owning one of those mouse pads where ruri-chan’s the characters boobs would be squishy.

in desperate need to make it up to you, he custom ordered a version with you on it, only because he swears out of all his waifus, you're his absolute favourite.

it was a rainy night, and in the comfort of the library beside a crackling fireplace, you were messing around on your d.d.d while satan was next to you, reading what you assumed to be a mystery book.

"hey satan?" you put your d.d.d down for a moment, turning to look at him.

"hm?" he hummed, while keeping his eyes glued to the page.

"do you prefer ass or boobs?"

he pauses to look up at you and closes his book, placing it beside him, all while sighing.

"what does it look like i prefer?" he deadpans.

you break his eye contact as you look down to see his left hand buried under your sweater, which was fondling with your boob this entire time.

"so... boobs?"

he replies while picking his book up again, "yes darling, don't ask such foolish questions."

asmo loves boobs. your boobs to be specific.

don't blame him, your boobs are just so pretty and he loves pretty things.

the way they sit when you're wearing a low-cut garment, or the way they shine when you're having a bubble bath together. he loves it all.

as you know, asmo loves pampering you and surprises you with random gifts whenever he finds something that he'd love to see you in.

one night as he's doing your hair after a bath, he suddenly remembers something and stands to walk to his closet.

"the other day when i was shopping at majolish, i found this super pretty bra i thought you'd look just gorgeous in!" he approaches you with a box wrapped neatly with a ribbon.

as you open the box, you set your eyes on a beautiful red laced bra.

"are you sure i'd look good in this?"

"you look perfect in everything sweetheart, you know i’d never lie about that."

he's always buying you pretty things to wear, and trust me when i say, this definitely isn’t the first bra he's ever gotten you.

beel could not care less about choosing between your ass or boobs. they're both squishy and feel nice in his hands so it didn't really matter to him. well, not until today.

getting up from the edge of the bed and turning your heel to face him, you asked, "did you know a new cafe opened up in the devildom recently?"

"really? what food do they sell there?" he asked, his eyes looked as if there were stars in them.

"well apparently their cakes are a specialty, they're pretty popular for it."

"cake?" he drooled, "i love cake! hey we should go to the cafe right now, i'm starving." he sat up from the edge of the bed, drooling like a puppy dog.

little did he know, you decided to be a little jokester today.

"oh you're starving right now? then here," you turn around, bending over.

"what are you doing y/n?"

you turn your head back to look at his confused expression, "you said you were starving right? the cake's right here," you pointed to your ass.

he stares at you for a moment. then at your ass. then back at you again.

"so there's no cafe, is there?" he wipes his drool away with the back of his hand.

"nope. but there sure is cake," you smile cheekily while shuffling closer.

he sighs while grabbing ahold of your thighs, dragging you just inches away from his lips, "you're lucky i like this kind of cake too."

as long as he can sleep on them, belphie will like them no matter what. so when it comes to choosing between your ass or boobs, it can be a hard decision just to choose one.

belphie's "sleepability" criteria is: soft, warm and comfortable; and your boobs and ass were equal competition.

he sighs, "if i have to choose one over the other, i'd rather sleep on your ass all day" his reasoning being because your ass has more of an "even surface" compared to your boobs.

if you're ever just lounging around the house of lamentation, on your stomach specifically, within seconds you'll feel belphie's arms wrap around your legs while he lays his head onto you.

its crazy how instantly he falls asleep on you. he'd stay like that forever if you didn't have to get up to pee or because your legs fall numb.

"c'mon belphie, i needa pee so bad!" you squirm.

"mmmphh," he grumbles, half-asleep, while hugging onto your legs even tighter.

"hurry up or i'll fart on your face!" you threaten him jokingly.

"OKAY, OKAY!" he shoots up from his position and is scrambling to the edge of the bed. you laugh in response because it works every time.

"and i was having a good dream too!" he scowled, while rubbing his left eye from sleep.

lmk if u guys want a part two ft. the datables!

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