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stupidlovergirl · 3 months

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Kiss Me, Beneath the Milky Twilight Dev Notes: I'm trying to write more for February, but I don't know if I'll succeed. The title comes the lyrics from the song Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer

Lucifer’s kisses taste faintly like apples a lot, but primarily like coffee and tea. It’s a fresh but bitter taste, but coming from him, it tastes sweeter than usual. His lips are pretty soft, not really chapped much. They’re very nice, as he likes to keep a healthy appearance

“What are you doing today?” he asks, pouring the tea into the pretty porcelain. He sets it down and looks up at you as he hands you the cup.

“I promised Beel to go with him to this new cafe, and then in the afternoon I’m going with Simeon and Luke to look at the farmer’s market” You make the tea, adding everything you wanted.

“Ah, busy day then?” He says as he takes a drink, looking up over his cup.

“Yeah, it seems to be” You laugh softly, leaning back into the couch, taking a drink of your own tea. After idly chatting and filling each others’ days. After you finish your drink and stand, Lucifer follows quickly after, walking with you to the door.

“I’ll see you later, my love” Lucifer says, and leans in, softly kissing you. Easily you respond, happily receiving it. The taste faintly of the tea he drank, and underneath it the coffee and poison apple he had earlier. A taste so uniquely Lucifer, that it is even more pleasant. As the two of you part, you smile softly up at him.

“Another?” you ask, but he was already leaning in.

Mammon’s kisses are as unique as him. He always starts off hesitant at the first, but easily falls into it, putting all of himself into it as he kisses you like it’s the last, and when you pull away he always tries to follow, reluctant to stop. He tastes sweet and spicy, a vanilla and cinnamon combo of his lip balm, smearing across your own. He can never have just one, having to have at least three to be happy with it all.

“Nooo” Mammon whines, clinging to your waist as you attempt to get up. “I can’t believe yer leavin’ the Great Mammon”

“I’m just getting a drink!” You complain, trying to pull his arms off, but being quite unsuccessful. After a few moments, you sit back down with a huff, and Mammon easily slides his upper half into your lap, flashing the grin he uses during modeling up at you. Glaring down at him, you grab a pillow off to the side and quickly push it into his face, causing him to splutter as he fights it off. After escaping your cruel attempts to suffocate him, he grabs one next to him and hits you with it, which leads to the all out pillow war between the two of you, laughing loudly as you hit each other with the pillows. After you both settle down, you smile at him, leaning and placing your head against his chest.

“Love you” you mumble softly, smiling and breathing heavily,

“As you should! Everyone loves the Great- Hey!” He yelps as you pinch him lightly, glaring, but the smile on your face and amusement in your eyes show there is no real anger.

He grins, looking down, before placing a kiss on your lips. You smile, and easily push yourself up to capture his lips more. You pull away, his mouth trying to follow as you adjust to a more comfortable position, before kissing him again. You hum softly, pulling away again, and put your forehead against his, as his pretty blue eyes flutter open, staring into yours.

“I love ya’ too” He mumbles, before chasing your lips again, searing another kiss on your lips.

Leviathan’s are on a spectrum, sometimes there needy, trying to make sure you know how much he loves you. Other times, they’re shy, barely able to connect without flustering and trying to run away. He tries his best, though. He always kinda tastes a little acrid, taurine is embedded into his DNA at this point. His lips are chapped, and he bites and pulls on the skin so sometimes the skin cracks and sometimes splits, so you have to be careful.

“Leviiii” You call out, swinging his door open and entering, smiling widely. Levi looks up, clicking the spacebar on his keyboard before swiveling to look at you.

“What are you watching?”

With a few steps, you stand before him, holding out a bufo milk tea to him as you peer at the screen.

“Oh! It’s this anime about this party that’s in a dungeon and-” with a swiftness only Levi can manage he spills the plot of the anime he’s watching as you settle yourself down in his room, dragging a chair to him.

“And they fought these-” and with a smile, you kiss him, soft and quick, before pulling away.

“And they fought what?” You ask, teasing slightly as Levi looks, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

“YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT!” he screeches, covering his face as furious red covers his face. A laugh escapes you, giddy and delighted at his reaction. Grabbing his hands and smiling as you pull his hands away from his face.

“Fine, fine” you say, giggling softly. “Can I kiss you?”

“...mrphh, yes…please?” he asks softly, eyes casted off to the side. With ease, you lean in again, kissing him again. It’s slightly acrid, as usual, the taste of D Energy lingers on his lips, but the sweetness of the tea quickly follows. His chapped lips are rough, but it is so uniquely him. As you pull away, he hides away in your neck as you hum, rubbing his back, humming in delight.

Satan's kisses are quite plain, maybe having the lingering smell of vaseline, as he isn’t particularly fond of flavored lip balms. He always starts gentle, very romantic and traditional, but after a few, it’s like he’s hungry, never wanting to part, slightly nipping at your lips. He just can’t help himself, it’s an instinct to him. He likes the way it feels you look soft and wide-eyed.

You rest, snuggled up together underneath the blanket. A detective show hums on in the background, adding to the ambiance of the rainy day, creating a melody of warmth between the percussion of the rain and the woodwinds of Satan’s breathing. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you push yourself deeper into his arms. Closing your eyes as you listen to his heartbeat.

“Are you sleepy, darling?” He says, rubbing your arm softly. “No, just comfy” your eyes crack open with a slowness, and first you see the soft grin on Satan’s face, and then the fondness in his eyes. His hands move to hold your face in between them, as he leans down to kiss you softly, so sweet. Easily, your own go to his shoulders, finding a grounding point between the soft passion.

“You’re so pretty” he says as he pulls away, eyes filling with an intensity. Then he leans in again, more intense, pouring more love into it as he kisses you with a steady recklessness. It goes on, slowly increasing till his teeth bite into your bottom lip, not hard, but enough that there will be a slight indent. As he pulls away, soft breaths pull into his lungs as he does, eyes flutter open, he grins.

“Have I told you that you’re perfect?”

Asmodeus tastes super sweet. A sugary cherry that lingers long after, underlined with nutmeg. Sticky, most of the time, from lip glosses and lipsticks. Always leaving a mark wherever his lips trace over. He always giggles and looks adoringly at the marks, smiling. He also looks just as pretty, with the soft smear of the color on his lips, slowly fading with each time he leans in, placing them with smug smiles and soft giggles, murmurs about how his color is just right on you.

“Darling, what about this one?” Asmo calls from where he sits at his vanity, turning to look at where you lay on his bed, starfished out. With a soft laugh, he stands up and comes to hover over you, looking down.

“It looks pretty, compliments your hair,” You gaze up at where he hovers above you, the pink lipstick shimmers bright on his lips, “The glitter matches you as well”

Compliments come naturally at this point, because it’s true, Asmo is pretty, and everything looks good on him. He hums, pushing a lock behind his ear, before leaning down, pressing a kiss onto your lips. It’s good, unnaturally good. Good in a way that only Asmodeus could be good. So sweet that it’s addicting, and you know you never want it to stop. Unfortunately, he breaks away, looking down at you again. He hums, before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your forehead, then kisses your cheek. You can feel where it’s transfering onto your own skin, soft and slightly sticky.

“Hmm…” he hums softly, before returning to your lips, even more intense this time, stealing your breath away. He pulls away, despite the soft huff you release as he does so, and he looks down at you again, eyes alight.

“Yup! This is the one!” He says, humming as he walks back to his vanity.

Beel’s kisses are slightly sloppy, and tends to have a unique taste due to all the food he eats. Sometimes they are super sweet, the taste of frosting and fruit making it pleasant, to some unique tastes like the experimental fusion food he just tried. It always leaves you guessing, but for the most part you’ve gotten used to it, because you rather give Beel a kiss than see the sad look on his face whenever you deny him because of his eating habits. He does carry around those tiny one use toothbrushes whenever it gets too much for you. He is VERY soft and gentle, he doesn’t want to hurt you. Very cute about it all

You swing your hand, linked with Beel’s much larger one as you walk down mainstreet, looking through windows of the shops, pointing at the different items and talking about them, while Beel munches on whatever food he’s acquired. You squeeze his hand softly as you look up at him, grinning as he eats the crepe in his hand, full of whipped cream and fruit.

“Is it good?” you ask, after he swallows his bite, grinning at the whipped cream on his upper lip.

“Mhm, the fruits are fresh,” he squeezes back, looking at you. “Do you want a taste?”

With the question, he slightly tilts his head, and you are reminded of a puppy, which makes your smile widen even more.

“Sure” you say, but before he can lift it up to your lips, you grasp his shirt, pulling him closer. He complies, confused, before you kiss him, which he accepts with ease, a small grin on his lips. It was a quick kiss, gentle and soft despite all his strength. As you pull away, you lick your top lip, tasting the whipped cream that smeared there.

“Pretty good there, love”

“Mm, not as sweet as you”

Belphie has a unique way of kissing. Very slow and lazy, but it’s still pretty cute cause he subconsciously makes soft noises. Just low hums and a few purrs as he kisses you. He really REALLY likes being able to kiss you awake, and when you do it to him. He likes the trust you put in him to allow him to do it. I think he personally has surprisingly really nice lips. He uses a honey chapstick to avoid the nuisance of cracked lips. He is can be really annoying and pretend he’s going to kiss you but pull away and won’t give in till you beg, shameless king

A soft kiss placed on the tip of your nose, which makes it scrunch up. You groan softly, going to bury your head into the pillows. Though, that’s quickly thwarted when hands move your face, and a soft, unhurried kiss is placed on your lips. You reciprocate with the same unhurriedness, and when they disappear, you finally open your eyes. There Belphie was, his eyes drooped to show he hasn’t been up much longer than you.

“Hey” he rasps out, smiling, hands rubbing your side with a soft smile. You groan, moving to shove your face into his chest. A soft rumbling sounds from his throat, making you smile as you inhale the smell of his detergent. He kisses you again, the soft purring making it even more warm. You laugh as you separate again. As you go to kiss him again, he moves his head away.

“Belphie” you say, moving even closer, but he just flips around, facing his back to you. You gape, huffing softly as you crawl over him to reach his face, but he just yanks the blanket over his face, laughing as you try to tug it away.

“Belphie!” you say, exasperated, but a laugh bubbling underneath it, as he laughs also

“I think you forgot something” he say, lowering the blanket to show the top half of his face, eyes full of mischief’

“Can I have a kiss?” you ask, rolling your eyes as a smile crosses your face

“You can do better than that, little star” he says, eyes crinkling from his hidden smile

“Can I have a kiss, please?” You lean in, looking him right in the eyes. He laughs, lowering the blanket.

You lean in, kissing him, and the purring gets even deeper.

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fleur-bbyy · 9 months

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SINFUL SUMMER

it’s the first day of vacation and lucifer already can’t keep his eyes and hands off of you.

𓇼 lucifer x fem reader

𓇼 warnings: unprotected p in v sex, semi-public(?), creampie, reader wears a bikini, reader wears sunscreen for anti-aging purposes (pls wear your sunscreen!!!), sub reader, lil oral fixation if you squint real hard

𓇼 a/n: 1.6k words of my own fantasy. I was gonna post all the summer stuff together but i’m scared I won’t finish it all in time and was too excited for this one lol. also if it wasn’t clear, it’s one of those cabanas that’s covered on all sides and has curtains at the front, they’re in the jockey position lol, and it’s one of those lounge chairs where the back adjusts. (plz forgive me for not being that descriptive i was excited)

As the sun beams off his clothed back and his feet begin to burn from standing in the hot sand, Lucifer comes to a realization.

You are quite literally his worst nightmare.

Pretty in the face and so, so naive to any of his lustful advances. An innocent request for him to help you apply sunscreen to your back should be just that, innocent. It shouldn’t be so daunting or feel so inappropriate for a man as respected as he was. Scanning over your barely-clothed back as you rub the contents of the tube on your arms. His ruby eyes linger far too long on the dangerously thin fabric on your lower half. He wanted to tell you that your bikini left far too little to the imagination, but he shouldn’t have been imagining that anyway.

“You’re laying inside a covered cabana, you don’t need it.”

"Do you expect me to spend the whole day in here?" You turned to look at him, smiling as your hands began to run the spf over your collarbones. "Besides, the sun still reaches me. I don’t want my skin to be saggy and feel like leather when I’m older." Lucifer crosses his arms and mentally eye rolls: You’ve been hanging around Asmo too much.

"Fine. Finish up everything else and then tell me what you need." You smile once more in victory and continue to cover your front with the lotion. Lucifer stands in the doorway, arms still crossed, a seemingly calm expression resting on his face. His eyes stayed transfixed on your body for the majority of the time, glancing over his shoulder once to see his brothers doing their own thing in the sea and snapping right back over to you as you bent over slightly to reach your legs. Your bikini bottoms riding up even further than before and exposing more of your skin. His eyes widening a bit more when he noticed the outline of your cunt peeking through the fabric, causing the air to feel a bit hotter and his swim trunks to tighten a little more around the crotch.

"Okay, need you now." you said, beginning to lie down on the chair and handing him the tube of sunscreen in the process, his fingers accidentally brushing yours as he grabbed it and he swears you let them linger on purpose. He stood over to the side of you and began to gather the lotion in his hand before you stopped him.

“Don’t be awkward. Sit over my legs.”

Lucifer paused after hearing you voice your request like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He lightly sighed and reluctantly moved to straddle your legs, his half chub barely a few centimeters away from your plump ass. Lucifer contemplated whether you knew what you were doing or not. You had to feel it; there’s no way you didn’t feel it prodding against your thigh as he began to smooth the lotion down your back. holding back a groan when you arched into his touch.

“How exactly does sitting like this help?”

“You’ll reach better. Besides, wouldn’t want you to throw your back out, old man.” You lightly laughed at your own joke and Lucifer rolled his eyes, hands moving to the center of your back. “You’re good at this, should be a masseur.”

He wasn’t able to respond, having to bite the inside of his cheek as you arched even more into him. Your ass dangerously close to his hardening cock. He paused to grab more sunscreen and was about to continue before you stopped him again.

“You missed a spot near my shoulders.”

He slowly leaned forward, relishing in the feeling of his clothed cock finally making contact with your ass but trying to avoid it at the same time. Using his legs to lightly hold himself above you and starting to cover the spot that he missed when he heard a soft moan escape from your lips and your hips push into him even more.

There’s no way you didn’t know what you were doing. There was absolutely no way you didn’t feel his hardened length pressed into you. His hands slowly dragged down your back, stopping at your waist and giving an experimental small roll of his hips into yours, feeling a glorious sensation when you moaned a bit louder. He continued to roll his hips against you, biting back small grunts and groans when you started to meet his thrusts with the roll of your own hips. One of Lucifer’s hands slowly traveling from your waist to the edge of your bikini bottoms, pulling them to the side and shivering at the sight of the strings of your arousal sticking to them. He slowed his hips to get a good look at your soaking cunt and ran his index finger up and down your slit.

“Do you want this?” He asked, fingers running over your sopping entrance and examining the way they shined with your essence. You frantically nodded your head, not trusting yourself to speak without getting too loud. “I need to hear you say it.”

You bit your bottom lip, trying to steady yourself before whispering out a quick "yes." You felt him shuffle behind you and shortly after felt his tip prodding at your entrance. rubbing himself up and down your slit to gather your wetness before he slowly began to sink in. inch by inch with shallow thrusts.

“Ohh fuck.. that’s it. You feel too good.” Your toes curled and pussy gushed at his words. Allowing him to sink even further into you

He was big. Barely half way inside, and you already felt so full of him. grasping at whatever you could and beginning to roll your hips into him once more, eliciting a sharp hiss from the man.

“Need you to open up for me.” His breath was hot on your neck as he leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“Can’t. You’re too big.”

“None of that. You can be good for me.” One of his hands positioned your hips up even more, giving him access to your neglected clit. “She can be good for me too.”

You moan when he begins circling your clit. Feeling your arousal drip down and lubricate his working finger. His thrusts starting to speed up and his free hand tracing up your spine to pull the string holding your bikini top together, giving him full access to your back. Everything coupled together gave your cunt to final push to open up completely. Moaning even louder when he finally pushes all the way in. Your whines and moans crescendoing to the point that Lucifer has to clamp a hand down over your mouth and pray that one of his brother’s didn’t hear anything.

“Naughty thing,” he began, sticking one of his slender fingers into your mouth and grinning when you immediately start to suck, “this is what you wanted the entire time, didn’t you? Wanted to rile me up and fuck you where anybody could walk in and see?”

Beads of sweat begin to gather on both of your faces from the summer’s heat and the intensity of the current activity. Some rolling down Lucifer’s face and landing in small droplets on your back that he lovingly wiped away after removing his fingers from your mouth.

“Are you going to be good and quiet for me?” You didn’t answer. Not trusting yourself to speak and worried you’d let out another loud whine instead.

“That just won’t do,” his thrusts slowed and he pulled his hand back from your aching clit, “answer me.”

“Yes. Yes I’ll be good. I promise.” You said through gritted teeth. Even with his agonizingly slow thrusts, the steady drag of his cock on your walls practically made you shiver. Feeling him hit every ridge as he pulled out and pushed back in.

“Then cum for me. Want to feel you.”

Before you could even try to start fucking yourself on him, he picked up the pace again. Going even faster and harder than before and causing your body to bounce up and down on the lounge chair. The grip on your left side becoming ironclad and his hand once again sneaking to rub expert circles on your clit. His heavy balls knocking his fingers every time he plunged into your heat.

Your orgasm comes soon after with a strangled moan. Burying your face in your hands to try and muffle yourself but to no avail. Lucifer also begins to gradually lose himself as he works you through your pleasure. The clenching and spasming of your cunt around him causes the fingers on your clit to fumble in rhythm and move sloppily. His grunts and groans gradually getting louder and his thrusts speeding up just a tad more before you finally feel that familiar warmth as he spills inside of you. Panting and biting his bottom lip to quiet himself.

The air in the cabana was still thick with sex as the two of you recovered. Finally looking over and noticing that the chair had moved at least a foot away from its original position and your tube of sunscreen had been leaking out onto the sand the entire time. Lucifer carefully pulled out of you and admired how his cum dripped from your pussy. Using two of his fingers to push any that had trickled out back into your spent hole before fixing your bottoms and tying your bikini top back to it’s original position. Finally adjusting himself and getting off of you after making sure you were alright.

“Are you going to stay here?” He asked, his voice quickly returning to its stern nature as he crossed his arms over his chest once again.

“Think so.” You turned your head to look over at him and propped yourself up on your arms, watching as he began to leave to check on the others. “Thank you, by the way.” He stopped in the entryway, glancing over at you with a grin and half-lidded eyes.

“The pleasure’s all mine.”

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the-travelling-bitch · 9 months

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𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

summary: losing your virginity can be daunting, even more so when you’re dating the avatar of lust; luckily, asmo is only interested in making this as comfortable for you as possible

pairing: asmodeus x fem-bodied! reader (gn pronouns)

warnings: slightly angsty (insecurities) but with comfort, porn with a hint of plot, loss of virginity, corruption kink, use of toys (vibrator), fingering, asmo being a demon+ demon form! asmo, soft!asmo, consent king asmo, cream pie/ unprotected sex, use of petnames (sweetheart, darling, love, hon/honey), marking

obey me! masterlist

Being with Asmo was borderline perfect; he was an angel of a demon, if you overlooked his crazy parties and the tendency to voice just about every dirty thought coming to mind. With you though, he was always gentle and very patient. Sure, Asmo being Asmo, he has always been very straightforward about how much he wanted you, both in- and outside the bedroom, but he had always reassured you that he loved you no matter what and was willing to wait for you to be comfortable with taking things further.

Truth was, you had never had sex before, something you had told him early on, even if it meant setting your own face ablaze with embarrassment. So the thought of being this inexperienced while your boyfriend was the literal Avatar of Lust had anxiety ball up in your stomach.

Said demon, however, had only cooed at you, pulling you into a soothing hug before confessing that he was already aware of it but that he very much appreciated you being so honest with him. That was the day you learnt lust demons apparently had a knack for spotting if someone was a virgin or not and you considered crawling into a dark cave and never coming out again.

You had, however, decided against it and had continued your life in the Devildom as usual… well as usual as a human living in literal hell could be. After your conversation with Asmo, you had found yourself lying in bed at night, your thoughts swirling around the cute demon and quickly drifting into more sexual directions, especially on days where you’d spent a lot of time with and around him. Faintly you had wondered if his charm worked on you after all, but you had tossed the thought aside with your panties as you tried to scratch the desire inside of you, desperately trying to bring yourself to a high with your fingers but only ever ending up frustrated between your crumpled sheets.

Perhaps motivated by your denied pleasure, you had stammered out you were ready to take your relationship to the next stage, making Asmo pause scrolling through Devilgram and turning his entire attention on you. Your hands had felt clammy as they curled into his plush comforter and you had avoided looking at him but soon thereafter, soft fingers had grazed your chin and pulled you out of your own head and back to the demon looking at you with so much love and adoration in his sunset-coloured eyes.

“Thank you for trusting me,” he had said as he pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead. “It means a lot to me.”

After making sure you didn’t feel pressured into this decision, Asmo had sat you down and worked out what you felt comfortable with, what didn’t appeal to you at all and what you weren’t sure about, all under the rule of being subject to change in the future. He had also asked about any experience you had, whether that was using your fingers or if you owned any toys. Upon hearing you used to have one but that it was still up in the human realm, he had playfully suggested going shopping for a replacement. Despite having nudged his side at the comment, you really appreciated him taking the time to understand your situation and you felt significantly less nervous about your inexperience after talking to him.

Against what some might think of him, Asmo had not tried to jump you the second you had given him the go ahead, no. Instead, he treated you to a relaxing self-care evening to ‘scrub away the stress that must have come from making that decision’, letting you soak in his grand bathtub, sharing his expensive creams with you, painting your nails and doing face masks with you.

In fact, it wasn’t until you were lying on his bed another night, curled up in his warm embrace while watching a film, that anything changed at all. It wasn’t even that the scenes on screen were particularly spicy but something about being so entirely surrounded by him, whether it was his sheets, the scent of his shower gel clinging to his skin or his cologne drifting up to your nose from the shirt you had snatched from his closet, made you crave the demon lying behind you.

“Asmo,” you crooned, shifting to face him as he hummed at your call, bright eyes blinking down at you curiously.

“What is it, honey?” Using this chance to sneak some affection, he leant down to let his lips wander over the juncture where your shoulder met your neck, inadvertently encouraging the desire starting to pool below your navel.

“Do you… do you remember what we talked about when we had that spa evening last time?” You gingerly asked, skirting along the edges of the topic at hand.

“We talked about lots of things.” His chuckles vibrated against your collarbones. “You have to be more specific than that.”

“You know what I mean!” You whined. “Are you really going to make me say it?”

“I’m afraid I’ll have to or I might be getting the wrong idea, darling,” he said, tongue trailing your soft skin and amusement clear in his voice. “And we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

“I- I think you might be getting the right idea,” you stammered, your heart beating out of your chest to the point you were afraid it might jump right into his hands. Not that it wasn’t already lying there in a metaphorical sense, at the point of melting as he poked it to his liking with his perfectly manicured hands. “Asmo…”

“Hmm?~” This time the amusement in his voice was apparent, the demon not even trying to hide it.

“Kiss me… Please…” Your whisper was quiet as your eyes skirted down to his glossy lips, before flicking up to his again as one of his fingers traced the curve of your bottom lip.

“So polite~” You watched his stunning eyes slide to half-mast as he leaned in, stopping right as his lips brushed yours, just to tease you even more by moving his head back and making you subconsciously chase his lips. He chuckled airily. “Guess I can’t deny a sweet thing like you, especially when you ask so nicely.”

Then he connected your lips seamlessly, enveloping yours in a pillowy softness you’d only ever find in dreams. Slowly, his hand found its way to the back of your head, nails massaging your scalp gently as he angled your head the way he pleased to guide the kiss. When his tongue swiped languidly over your lips, coaxing you into allowing him entrance, Asmo skilfully pulled the first moan out of you and swallowed it eagerly.

You ran a curious hand up his chest as he deepened the kiss, pure passion radiating off of him and seeping into your brain, jumbling your thoughts around like clinking marbles. With your mind fogging over with lust, it was all too easy for him to roll you over, slotting himself on top of you, careful to not put most of his weight on you.

Following his eager hands running down your sides, Asmo’s lips, too, trailed downwards, leaving lipgloss smudges all over your jaw, throat and collarbones. You couldn’t see it, your eyes closed as you basked in his attention, but Asmo’s downright glowed in his dimly lit room as you tilted your head to the side and bared your vulnerable neck further to him.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re so good to me,” he crooned, as he licked his lips, drinking in the sight of you, hair dishevelled, collar of his shirt pulled down and his gloss shimmering against your skin. It was a sight that could only be improved upon by getting you to writhe in his sheets as strings of pleasured moans spilled from your lips. Oh, Asmo could already feel his fingers tingle at the image, a shiver running down his spine in anticipation. Well, the best way to get you there would be to get you au naturel first.

Playful fingers crept under the hem of his shirt, dancing along the growing sliver of skin he was exposing, his pearly white teeth showing in a fanged smile at the goosebumps rising in the wake of his touch.

“You’re too cute for your own good,” he mumbled, almost dazed, as his lips attached to your skin once more, tongue darting out for a first taste, one that made him groan low in his throat and crave more. “So sweet~ How did a darling thing like you fall into the hands of an Avatar of Sin? I bet every demon down here would love to sink their claws into a human like you. But too bad, you’re all mine. All mine to taint.”

The whimper the demon pulled from you as his nails traced over the sensitive skin of your stomach was pure music to his ears and he’d be more damned than he already was if he couldn’t hear any more of your sweet sounds. Though, this night was about you. He’d make sure you were comfortable, that your first sexual experience with someone else would be pleasurable. After all, once you had a taste, he was sure you’d come back to him for more all on your own.

“Darling, can I take this off?” He tugged on the hem of the shirt that was already halfway up your chest. When you only nodded with pleading eyes, he giggled at your enthusiasm but still caught your chin with two fingers. “Sorry, love, but that won’t do. I need your genuine, verbal consent, even if we’ve done this before. Doesn’t matter if I have to pull it from your pleasure-clouded brain later on as long as it’s the truth. So you better memorise that fast, alright?”

“Yeah,” you breathed out as he placed a quick kiss against your temple. Your fingers pushed a soft strand of champagne-coloured hair out of his face, giving you a better look at his slightly dilated pupils before you spoke again. “Help me take my shirt off, please?”

“Sure can do,” Asmo hummed before carefully sliding the garment over your head and arms. When you’d snuggled into bed with him earlier, you’d foregone a bra for the sake of comfort and, now, skilled fingers immediately traced the path of your collarbones, down your sternum before cupping your breasts. “See how perfect these look between my hands? It’s like they’re meant to be worshipped by me.”

It wasn’t the first time you were nude in front of Asmo and it also wasn’t the first time he’d touched you. From bathing together to choosing an outfit, he’d always been a very hands-on kinda guy, as long as you let him. It was, however, the first time where he was working you up for more with his touch and it made your lungs constrict with equal parts nerves and excitement.

If that hadn’t been clear from how he massaged the supple flesh between his palms, it would have definitely been understood when his pink lips wrapped around one of your nipples, fangs slightly indenting the skin around it, while his fingers rolled the other one between them. Despite the new sensation, it felt good, your hand finding its way back into his hair, carding through the strands as you exhaled slowly.

When Asmo was happy with the marks he left all over your chest, he licked over some of the deeper bites, even if he never broke skin at any point, before trailing kisses further down your centre. By now, there was no lipgloss left to smudge, no matter how kiss-proof it was supposed to be.

Reaching your hips, his sharp teeth caught the waistband of your pyjama pants, snapping the elastic back against your skin when he pulled away to slide the remaining garments down your legs, again with your approval. Gliding his smooth hands up your bare legs, parting them as he resumed his position between them, Asmo guided your thighs to rest over his. The compromising position had heat curling in your abdomen and your heart rate speeding up without him actually touching you yet.

“Is this alright, darling?” He checked in with you, head coquettishly tilted to the side. “Although there’s no need to be nervous, I want to remind you that we can stop at any point, okay?”

“I know,” you confirmed. “But I want this, Asmo. I want you.”

“My, my, you certainly know what to say to make me excited. Look at you, you look so beautiful with your legs spread out for me. Oh this is going to be so much fun, I’ll make you feel so good.” While he was speaking, his fingers had already wandered up the inside of your thigh, his touch so light you barely felt it against you, yet it had the most tantalising effect. Especially when he skirted around the sensitive area of your core, never quite touching where you needed him most, your hips wriggled for more friction on their own. Something Asmo shut down with a playful tut and a hand pushing you back down, his demonic strength making itself known. “Ah ah ah, sweetheart. We agreed that I’d guide you through your first time, right? So be good and behave and I’ll give you exactly what you want~”

“Asmo, please don’t tease me.” Despite your words, you couldn’t deny that it felt good. Not when you could feel the way your slick started to coat your folds the more he stroked his nails around them.

“But you look so cute like this, I have to indulge just a little,” he giggled. Then, without a heads up, he swiped his thumb through your slit, catching some of your arousal and smearing it over your clit with scary accuracy. Surprised by the sudden stimulation, you let out an audible gasp as your hips twitched in his hold. “Ooh, that was a gorgeous face. Show me more.”

Without much resistance, he slid one finger inside your entrance, savouring your warmth around him before setting a steady pace and checking your reactions. When there was no discomfort from your side, he soon added a second one, changing the angle every now and then to map out your body.

Getting to work yourself definitely didn’t compare to how Asmo curled his fingers inside of you, the experience of someone else in charge of the movements providing a level of excitement you didn’t have on your own. And while it clearly wound the knot in your stomach tighter than ever before, it still wasn’t enough to get you there and wisps of anxiety slithered past the cracks in your lust.

Shouldn’t this feel amazing? Shouldn’t you be at the point of shamelessly moaning his name by now? But if you couldn’t even orgasm like this, with the Avatar of Lust between your legs, was there something wrong with you? What if—?

The pressure of his thumb running circle eights against your clit effectively cut off your string of doubts as you inhaled a sharp breath, clenching down around the fingers working your insides.

“You’re overthinking again, love. Lust isn’t something you think about, you just feel it. There’s nothing wrong with taking your time, we’re both learning together here.” Asmo leant down to pepper a few kisses around your navel, his voice patient and gentle before picking up a little mischief. “But if your brain decides to be mean, I might just have to shut it off completely.”

That promise certainly made you clamp down harder on him, a shiver running down your spine in anticipation. In turn, Asmo let out a laugh as he eased his fingers out of you, his eyes fluttering shut and a lewd moan bouncing around the room as he cleaned his fingers off with his tongue. The sound would’ve made you rub your thighs together if Asmo’s waist wasn’t preventing you from closing them.

“I didn’t want to overwhelm you on your very first orgasm but I promised I’d make you feel amazing and I’m holding myself to that.” With a snap of his fingers, something small and pink appeared in his hand, something you identified as a small vibrator. To test the waters, he let the thing buzz to live before gently rolling it closer to your sensitive areas. “You don’t mind this little buddy joining us, do you?”

When the vibrations rolled against your clit, you opened your mouth with a surprised noise, your knees locking his hips in between them. “N-No I don’t mind.”

The demon downright purred in satisfaction as he brought his fingers back to your pussy and resumed his thrusting, still experimenting with the angle and the settings on the toy. Your mind was starting to race again as he hit a different spot inside you and focused the vibrator on a different area and-

“Oh!” You threw your head back into the pillows, one hand digging into Asmo’s hair, the other into his sheets, as you locked your feet over his butt, his pact mark tingling against your skin. The spasming of your hips was reigned in by the palm holding the vibrator when your back arched off his mattress and your teary eyes clenched shut. Your lips parted in an ‘o’ shape as laboured breaths and rhythmic moans passed through them.

The sight of you giving into pleasure had Asmo’s hips rolling into the bed of their own accord in time with your walls fluttering around his digits, the lust oozing from you as you approached your high making him near delirious with power.

“Is that it, darling? Is that the spot?” He moaned, his dick straining against the fabric of his underwear as he kept the pace and angle of his thrust consistent, his mind swimming with desire for you, fuelled by the pleasure he was already giving to you. “That’s it, you’re doing so well, you’re almost there. You look so gorgeous falling apart on my fingers, such a perfect human, giving yourself to me. Come on, cum all over my hand, I know you want to.”

You followed his voice through the fog like a sailor following a siren as he pushed you further and further towards release, your stomach clenching and unclenching without any rhythm now. If you didn’t fall over the edge soon, you thought, you’d truly go insane over the foreign pleasure he made you experience, his hands not letting you wriggle away from the intensity.

Then, with a loud moan of his name, bliss washed over you, from your thrown-back head to your curling toes and it made everything worth it. You could feel the pleasure sizzling through your veins like molten lava, melting your bones and leaving you to writhe on his sheets.

Asmo continued to languidly pump his fingers, coaxing as much arousal from you as he could while the vibrator was still buzzing on the lowest setting until you pushed his hands away when the overstimulation started getting to you.

Leaving you to catch your breath and return to your body, Asmo held eye contact with you, sunsets half-lidded before fluttering shut completely when he brought his fingers up to his mouth. Like he’d done earlier, he cleaned your slick off of them, but this time his moan was obscene as he pressed his hips down into the mattress, his tongue flicking out provocatively as he licked in between his digits.

“Mhm, just as I thought, you taste divine~” Asmo’s tongue flicked over his lips, catching every bit of your desire clinging to them. “It’s hard to find a delicacy like this in the Devildom, so sweet I could eat you right up. Next time I’ll have to help myself to a proper taste but I know what you really want right now.”

Pulling your centre flush to his hips you could feel his erection through the smooth silk of his pyjama shorts, the material soaking through with your release immediately and clinging to your folds as he rubbed his dick against you. Both of you sighed in unison at the welcome friction; gone were your anxious nerves, you needed to feel him inside of you now. And you weren’t above telling him either.

“Asmo, please, I need you so bad,” you whined, hands trying to reach for him but merely grazing over his hips. “I want you so much, please.”

You watched him shudder at your begging as his hands reached to unbutton his sleep shirt, the pink silk slipping off his shoulders, slowly revealing more and more of his flawless skin. He was basking in your undivided attention on him, making sure to pose perfectly to give you a show, despite having you in his bed already. It was working in his favour though because, as the light framed his champagne locks perfectly, he could see your eyes rake all over him and your fingers twitching to feel his skin against yours.

He took his time sliding his stained bottoms off, revelling in the way your lips parted as his dick slapped against the planes of his abdomen. Just like the rest of him, it was perfect. Flushed a light pink towards the tip with a few veins decorating the shaft, Asmo was just the right amount of length and girth to make your mouth water and walls clench around nothing, something that didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Like what you see, pretty?” He teased as he settled back above you, his natural body heat enveloping you once more as he leaned up to press more open mouthed kisses along the path of your collarbones, throat and shoulders, his tongue darting out to taste the salty flavour sticking to your skin.

Warm hands caressed your hips in soothing circles as you wrapped your arms around his neck, the gesture so gentle in contrast to the words being spoken against the shell of your ear. “So beautiful, so sensitive, so soft, I can’t wait to ruin a pretty thing like you. All you have to do is relax and indulge; you can do that for me, right? Just give in to the pleasure, give in to me, and let me do the rest.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, dazed by his close proximity, “I can do that.”

“Such an obedient human, you make me so proud,” Asmo cooed. Shifting his weight onto one forearm, his other palm slid down your body, wrapping around your thigh to hike it over his waist. The position allowed him to thrust his cock through your folds, coating himself in your slick and catching your clit on every forward motion.

This time there was no mistaking it, his eyes did glow in the dim room, shifting between your bodies and your face, your mewls of stimulation and the tears clinging to your lashes drawing his attention effortlessly. Without resistance, he let you pull him down for a deep kiss, one full of passion and want and need, mirroring perfectly how your hips had started bucking up against him.

Swallowing each of your breathless noises, Asmo parted from you by tugging on your bottom lips, fangs digging into the plushness. “Are you ready? If anything makes you uncomfortable, tell me immediately.”

When you gave him the okay, he positioned the glistening head of his dick against your soaked entrance before taking his time to push past the first tight ring of muscle. He let his head drop forward as your warmth enveloped him, whereas you threw yours back against the pillows at the stretch.

There was a slight sting as he pushed in further but it was completely drowned out by the addictive feeling of being filled. You couldn’t believe you went so long without his veins gliding against your velvety walls, clinging to him as if they tried to remember his shape only. If this was lust then you understood why Asmo as its embodiment was so entrancing and alluring.

Said demon exhaled a shaky breath as he bottomed out, his hips flush with yours, willing himself to hold still as you adjusted to his size. Throughout the centuries, he’d thought he’d made just about every experience he could, always making sure whoever he was with had their needs met. He’d charmed countless humans, demons and one or the other angel alike, tumbled into their beds and fed off their lust, satiating both himself and them.

But there was something different about this. This night, there was seemingly no end to his desire; he craved more, he needed more of you. Of you and your lust. Just like when you shared your power with him, there was something about the sin dripping off of you that made it hard to control himself.

Luckily, you were just as impatient to feel more of him as he was, every initial inhibition thrown out the window. Instead, you pressed the heel of your foot into his lower back, encouraging him to go even deeper than he already was. “Asmo, move, please…”

Not needing to be asked twice, he pulled his hips back until only the tip remained inside before thrusting all the way back in, setting a slow but deep pace that had you twisting in his hold. Using the knowledge of your body he’d gained earlier, he had no problems hitting your most sensitive spot dead on to see your back bow in sheer ecstasy.

Embarrassed by the lewd moans and whines echoing around his room, you bit down on the back of your hand, trying desperately to muffle the sounds, only for Asmo’s fingers to curl around your wrist and pull it away again.

“None of that, darling, I want to hear you. You sound so cute with my name on your lips like it’s the only thing you can think about, don’t deny me this pleasure.” He punctuated his sentence by delivering a particularly hard stroke to tear a sinful moan from you as he intertwined your hands, squeezing down on your fingers as you clamped around his cock. “Besides, if anyone gets to bite you, it’s me.”

Now, with your hand pinned beside your head, all your noises were spilling freely, combining with the sound of skin slapping and the obscene squelch of your cunt fluttering around Asmo’s girth to create the most beautiful symphony. Your body felt like it was on fire, the demon burning you from the inside out as beads of sweat started rolling down your temple when the clenching of your walls around your lover started gaining in frequency again.

Trusting you to keep your hand away from your mouth, Asmo slipped it between your bodies, circling your clit and pushing you to greater heights than before, encouraging you to cream all over him. Losing yourself in pleasure, your sentences became more incoherent, all rationale seeping from your mind.

“Oh my god! Asmo!” You wailed at a specific thrust that made your knees jerk against him, free hand tugging on the roots of his hair, clamping down harder at his melodic groan that followed.

“Praying to a demon? What a naughty human,” he chuckled, voice now a lot more strained, his focus entirely on working you up further. “You should’ve learnt by now not to tempt a demon but you’ll see where that lands you.”

The knot in your stomach was so close to snapping, various muscles already flexing under the onslaught of pleasure. You just needed a little more.

The Avatar of Lust was almost in disbelief at how close he was himself. Normally he had better control than this, able to outlast just about anyone if he so desired. Yet, on this night, control was slipping from in between his dexterous fingers faster than he wanted to admit. Seeing you shed your inhibitions and submitting yourself entirely to him and his sin, however, was driving him wild. The ecstasy cursing through your pact only added to the sensation. It was entirely different to any other fling he’d had over the centuries.

Asmo was positively drunk on you, the essence of your lust flooding his senses and making him tremble where he pressed you deeper into the mattress. Pure power was clouding his mind and every one of his nerve endings felt like lightning was passing through it.

There was a rustling in the sex-heavy air as his leathery wings unfurled behind him, flapping with each jerk of his hips. Claws were digging into the skin of your thigh as he tightened his grip on you, no doubt leaving little imprints to find in the morning. Your hand in his hair now closed around the base of one of his horns, feeling the ridges of each segment dig into your palm.

When he went back to sucking on the sensitive spot at the base of your neck, sharp fangs scraped against the skin of your throat, a silent reminder of the true nature hiding behind his bubbly personality. Yet, the notion that one of the most dangerous demons of hell was currently so close to all your most vulnerable areas didn’t scare you. If anything, it was exciting.

Before you could do so much as warn him, you seized up around him, pushing yourself as close to Asmo as you could when you came with a loud moan of his name on your lips. Wave after wave of sinful bliss washed over you, pulling you in whatever direction they pleased, like a shaky leaf on the tides.

The sensation shot straight through your pact and down Asmo’s spine, his hips stuttering as he groaned so low in his chest it almost sounded like an animalistic growl. You felt like a doll with its strings cut, boneless and floating as he rode out your orgasm while chasing his own, following no rhythm but still teetering you on the verge of overstimulation.

With one final snap of his pelvis, he pushed himself in as far as he could before searing hot ropes of cum painted the depths of your insides white. Rolling his hips, he coaxed the last bit of pleasure from both of you, then collapsed on top of you to catch his breath.

For a few seconds, only the sound of your shared breathing could be heard, heartbeats in sync against each other’s chest as Asmo lazily pressed more kisses along your skin, especially in places where he’d left a visible mark. You were in return carding your fingers through his sweat-matted hair, tracing the curve of his horns gently with your fingers. The sensation made him giggle.

“That was a first for me, too,” the demon admitted, sounding not at all shy about it.

“Hm? What was?”

“I don’t usually slip into my demon form without meaning to,” he answered your curiosity. When bright eyes met yours, there was so much adoration shining in them you were glad your knees couldn’t physically buckle. “But you looked so beautiful and felt so amazing, I was transforming before I even knew what was happening. More importantly though, what about you? I sure hope I could live up to the expectation.”

“No, you far surpassed it,” you chuckled. “To the point where I seriously doubt anyone else could make me feel this way.”

“That’s good,” he mused, wiping away a stray tear drying on your cheek. “I’m hardly a possessive guy but with you it’s different. The thought of someone else seeing you like this, of you moaning someone else's name, bothers me. I want to be the only one driving you to sin in this way.”

“I think that can be arranged,” you hummed playfully. Leaning down, you gave the crown of his hair a loving peck and he laughed into the crook of your neck.

“Come on, darling, let’s get you cleaned up,” Asmo cooed, carefully pulling out of you and taking a moment to appreciate the visual of his cum dripping out of you and onto his sheets.

Holding out his hand for you to take, he waited as you uncurled yourself from the bed, gingerly swinging your legs over the side of the mattress. Only to almost greet the floor as your wobbly legs gave out underneath you as if they were made out of jelly. Despite being busy laughing, Asmo still caught you effortlessly, supporting your weight before sweeping you entirely off your feet and carrying you to the bathroom bridal style. Again, his slender build betrayed his true strength, lifting you as if you didn’t weigh much more than a feather.

“Oops, I should’ve warned you,” he sing-songed, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “Although you flatter me, you could’ve just told me I fucked you good enough for you to lose the ability to walk.”

“Stop making fun of me!” You whined, hands coming up to hide your face, which might as well be set ablaze from the heat rushing to your cheeks.

“Oh I’m not making fun of you, sweetheart. You’re just so adorable, I can’t help myself,” Asmo laughed that airy laugh of his. When you looked up at him, his half-lidded gaze was already on you as he licked his lips, fangs peeking out as you noted he still hadn’t shifted back into his more human form. His voice dropped as he studied the way your throat convulsed when you swallowed.

“In fact, you’re so sweet, I just might make good on my promise to eat you up once I get you into the bathtub.”

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littledemo0n · 2 months

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anxietywhore97 · 1 year

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Obey me! Brothers reacting to MC wearing yoga pants for the first time

Reader is gender neutral

Warnings: none

Lucifer:

Would initially stare at you from afar before approaching you from behind, "MC where are your pants?" "What do you mean Luci, you don't like my leggings?" You'd wink at him, making him roll his eyes "while I enjoy seeing your figure in all its glory, I would much rather you keep it for my gazing only MC" his statement making you blush, you quickly decided to return to your room to change into something Lucifer would approve of his brothers seeing you dressed in.

Mammon:

"Oi! MC, Whattya tryin' to do dressing like that huh?" looking over your outfit unsure of what he's talking about, after all your just wearing your comfy clothes. "What are you talking about Mammon?" "What am I talking abou.. MC! your ass is on display! Might as well just take 'em off while your at it.." You roll your eyes as your washing the dishes, wondering if Mammon is ever going to admit he enjoys the view.

Satan:

Satan would pretend to be unfazed by your choice of clothing as you searched for a book for your latest school assignment. Sitting in his usual chair with his nose in a new book, you figured he would be the ideal demon to ask for assistance "Hey Satan, have you seen the book on the history of... uh why are you looking at me like that?" "Hmm? Oh, pardon me MC *clears throat* it's on the bottom left shelf" the wink he gave you when he said bottom didn't go unnoticed by you, you knew Satan enjoyed watching you from the top of his book 'why not give him a show' you thought to yourself, bending over at the wait, you ass on full display for his eyes only. The sly chuckle you heard from behind made you smile as you sauntered off, seductively swaying your hips as you left the library.

Leviathan:

Heading into Levi's room for your usual game night, you were just about to sit in one of his gaming chairs when you noticed the pink tint covering his face as he turned his eyes from you. "You ok Levi?" you asked curiously and slightly concerned "y-yeah of c-course, let's just the the game o-o-okay MC" "oookay?" you decided just to drop it, after all Leviathan wasn't one for talking about things that bothered him. But as the night went on, you couldn't help noticing that Levi kept looking at you from the corner of is eye, a slight blush on his cheeks as he did. Enough was enough, you paused the game "Okay, what is it? You've been acting sus all night.." You looked at him with a serious expression, your eyebrows raised and looking for an explanation as to why he was acting weirder than usual. Trying to keep form making eye contact with you, Levi finally sighed and pointed towards your legs "My legs? That's what's bothering you... Well, what about them??" "Leggings... t-tight, you're too attractive c-c-can't h-handle it" he said while his blush spread up his ears, bringing his gaze to meet yours. A smile crept onto your own face "Is that all?" he nodded his head, still looking at you to find the disgust he knew was coming for him, but to his surprise you leaned over and placed a small kiss on his cheek before returning to your place "Then let's finish this game, shall we?"

Asmodeus:

Would be the least surprised out of all of his brothers, in fact, he encouraged you to wear them in the first place. "Oh, come on hon, they'd look ravishing on you!" You were unsure at first, but Asmo never steered you wrong with his fashion advice "Okay fine, but I'm not leaving this room in these" You put them on to appease the demon of lust, but to your own dismay they were surprisingly comfortable. "Ihate to admit it, But... I like them, you were right Asmo as always" "I knew it! I'll go on Akuzon and buy you a pair in every color!"

Beelzebub:

He came into the kitchen looking for a snack while you were making dinner, minding your own business you didn't notice how his eyes went from the contents of the fridge to your backside. It wasn't until you noticed the shadow casted from behind you and the sudden heat of someone standing close to you, you didn't even have to look to know who it was "time for your pre-dinner snack Beel?" You turn your head slightly to look at him, only to see him staring at your butt like a Thanksgiving turkey "you should wear these more often MC" a blush crept onto your cheeks as you smiled up at him, now meeting your gaze "anything for you Beel"

Belphagor:

Finishing up your chores for the day, you went into the twins rooms to make their beds. Bending over the side of Beel's bed wiping off the crumbs from his late night snacking, you didn't notice Belphie enter the room "looking good MC" hearing his voice startled you making you jump back "Oh, hi Belphie I didn't hear you come in" you blushed when the realization hit you, what Belphagor had been referring to. You had been bending over, putting your ass in the air. "You really like these? I borrowed them from Asmo, I wasn’t really sure how I felt about them.." Belphie smirked at you, nodding his head "Yeah, I like them"

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darklyndivinely · 2 years

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What are you waiting for?

Fandom(s) - Obey Me!

Pairing(s) - Mammon x gn!reader

Summary - "I want to kiss you." "What are you waiting for?"

Warnings - Suggestive Content, Nudity, Implied Smut, heavy making out, no actual smut cause I'm not that confident, reader calls Mammon 'darling.'

Wordcount - 900

A/N - This turned out more sensual than I thought I was capable of lmao. And if that change of atmosphere in the middle is awkward, no it's not. Enjoy this horny shit I produced!

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“Mammon!” you call out, flicking the water from over your eyes to clear your vision. “Can you bring me my towel?”

Unlocking the latch on the bathroom door, you reach out a hand.

“Here ya are,” Mammon says.

“Thanks.”

When you step out a couple minutes later, the towel secure around your body, Mammon sits half-sprawled across your bed, soft sounds of a game emanating from his D.D.D. He looks up as you drop your dirty clothes in the laundry basket, eyes widening at your form. The device in his fingers slips as he sits up with a jerk, a strangled noise crawling past his lips. It was both surprising and pleasing that he never seemed to grow less flustered at the sight of your body.

“What are ya doin naked?!” he asks, face aglow with fluster.

You laugh merrily. He was so cute. “I just had a shower, Mammon. And see”—you gesture at the towel wrapped around you—“I’m not naked. Not really.”

“That ain’t doin’ anything for ya,” he says indignantly, eyes dragging down the length of you. “Go wear some real clothes!”

You twist a pout onto your lips, sidling closer to him. He tenses as you nudge yourself between his knees, a soft breath escaping him when your fingers caress his jacket. “Hmm, are you sure you don’t want me to stay in just this, Mammon?”

He gulps, Adam's apple bobbing with the movement. He puffs out his chest against your hand, a poor attempt at appearing unperturbed. “Yes!”

You tilt your head at him, a sly smile edging your lips. “Your body, however, says something else, darling.” You gesture at the hand he hesitantly hovers over your waist. “If you want something, say it.”

His eyes waver between your lips and eyes, drawing downward to your hand that now rests at the crook of his neck. The silence of the room is tinged with his anxiety, broken only by the soft wind knocking against your window.

“Ya… Ya look hot,” he says, eyes blazing into yours. His hand becomes palpable against your spine, bringing your body closer. “I want to kiss you.”

You stifle the swoon in your voice. “What are you waiting for?”

Mammon needs no more incentive. He surges upward, the press of his fingers on your back growing stronger, and meets your lips with urgency. It’s a bit awkward in your current position—you standing between his legs and him reaching up, and yet your boyfriend makes up for it by the trail of fire he leaves across your tongue. There’s something incredibly addicting about it, in the way your lips lock, passion and desire falling together in sync like two lovers of the night.

You fist a hand in his hair, soft strands of ivory teasing your skin, and slant your lips deeper against his, pushing him back against the mattress. He moans in your mouth, the palm wound around your waist aiding your ascent onto him. You straddle his hips, supporting yourself with a hand beside his head. His exploration of your mouth increases in fervor, the full weight of your body atop him injecting liquid fire into his veins. Still, as his hand runs across your skin, the pure contact that he yearns for is restricted by that damned towel. He whines, tugging at it.

Amused, you push up onto your knees, inhaling lungfuls of heaving breaths, and yank at the knot that secured the cloth around you. It falls away. There’s a short beat before Mammon’s fingers reach the newly-exposed skin. The touch that you had expected to be hurried and impatient, instead, grazes over you softly. The simmering heat in the air crackles across your skin in soft embers. His marine eyes flit over you with a whisper of devotion, blunt nails dragging up your body like a prayer. It knocks the remaining air from your lungs.

You run a gentle hand over his jaw, drawing his eyes, and capture his lips again. They are impeccably soft against yours, the middle of his tongue cool with the taste of faint mint. Everything about him was so beautiful.

The hand at your waist flexes, fingers splaying wide across your lower back. The tender whispers he’d been uttering seem to speed up, gradually transforming into a medley of desire and eagerness. His hips, clothed in rough jeans, come to grind against your naked sex. The fizzing embers ignite back into a spray of molten fire.

You jerk back with a moan, body convulsing at the sharp stimulation. From beneath, Mammon grins up, pearly teeth and unadulterated glee, and loops a hand around your nape.

Swiftly he flips your positions, pressing you into the mattress with a drawn-out drag of his hips that rips another pleasurable sound out of your throat. He laughs beautifully, lovingly caressing your cheek before pulling away to his knees to shrug off his jacket.

Soon enough, he has peeled every layer of clothing off his body. You trace the path of his collarbone, inching down to his pecs, and scrape a nail against one of his nipples. He chokes on a guttural moan, lowering to rest his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he says, breath fanning your cheek in arcs of emotion. “I love you so, so much.”

You smile against his lips. “I love you too, darling.”

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diavolosbaby · 2 years

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Can I request a lucifer x gn! Reader that flinched qhen there touched (bc they where born in a Mexican household (iykyk) )? And can there be some comfort/fluff at the end too??

That's all, I hope u have a wonderful day!

Sure :)

Characters: Lucifer

Genre: angst, comfort, angst to fluff

Pronouns: they/them

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"I would never hurt you. Never again. I promise."

Lucifer was confused. Why had you jumped when he reached for your shoulder? He paused and carefully read your body language before speaking.

"I wouldn't do that to you MC...why would you think I would ever do that to you...?"

You were shocked. You didn't mean to! It was just a force of habit. "Well... I had gotten into some more trouble. And usually I would get disciplined..i just thought you'd do the same is all. I mean with mammon-"

"Oh god no, MC. No. Never. Never to you. I swear. You're different."

He played with a weft of your hair as he looked I to your eyes. He was bending down so you understood that he saw you as equals.

"I know what I've said to you before. What I've done..."

"But MC... That was before I knew how different you were. How special."

Your eyes started getting glossy and you felt your lip quiver. You bit it to keep it still but you're sure that made it even more obvious you were trying not to cry.

He kissed your forehead then pressed his to yours.

"I would never hurt you. Never again. I promise."

He gave you another peck before standing up straight and holding his hand out for you.

Was there really any other choice than to take it?

He led you to his room and locked his door along with cursing it so no one would disturb you two. He put on a record and it started to play.

"This is familiar." You thought.

It was the same song that played your first ball here in the devildom. The ball where Lucifer had been a bit less than gentlemen-ly.

You looked up at him in confusion.

He didn't ask for your hand this time. He took it.

He put your hand on his shoulder and his on your waist. Your other free hands were holding each other's. You began to dance.

But this time, there was no glaring. No warning. No threat. He didn't cut off your hand circulation.

This time was different. This is how you wished that night would have went.

Lucifer gave a genuine smile at seeing your face of realization.

Realization that you would never be hurt in that way ever again. He would make sure of that.

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Sorry that this is shorter than the rest of my comfort one shots, if you want a longer one please don't feel shy or ashamed to ask! It will just take me longer :)

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divinesapph · 1 year

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"No you don't"

A one shot where mc can't and won't accept the feeling or thought of someone loving them. I mean, can you blame them? Thanks to society and the fucked up things they had to deal with in the human world. You'd think that they'd show at least a tiny bit of remorse towards though the poor demons who tried so desperately to prove their love to mc. But just like glass, there's only so much you can do to fix a broken heart, especially with such little time.

"Are you okay?" "Is everything alright?" "Do you wanna talk about it?" "Don't you think you're being a tad bit dramatic?" "You just need some time, that's all." "Not talking today, huh?" "I'm right here if you need anything, 'kay?" Pity. At least that's what mc would call it. They would scoff under their breath at the words of those they thought pitied them. It's not like mc hasn't shown that they care, no, no, don't get me wrong. They DO care. They've showed the brothers that they care, even. Otherwise, how would they have fallen in love? It's just the fact that mc can't accept someone else's love. They can't imagine someone actually loving them for them. And I mean, LOVE, love. Seeing the brothers try so eagerly to change mc's way of thinking, to let them know that there's still a rainbow shining after all that storming, to let them know that even mc, has someone who actually loves them. Seeing mc this way, hurts them more than mc themselves. But there was only so much they could do until, finally, they gave up. What's the point of trying to fight a battle if you aren't trained nor prepared? Giving up was the only option they resorted too. All except mammon.

I mean, how could you not accept mammon's love? It's mammon...right? He was your first. Your first demon, your first pact, your first demon you could lean on without being scared shitless of the outcome. The first demon you actually trusted. So why was his love not enough for you? Didn't you love him all along? Is he doing something wrong? Do you love someone else now? Is he too boring? Maybe he's annoying you? What is he doing wrong that's making you feel this way??

All of these towering thoughts forging in poor mammon's mind. But then came a day when he had a spark of hope. That maybe all of the time that he'd spent trying to prove his point to you paid off; Because today you had done something he wasn't so used to, something new that even the brothers would've just thought mammon was imagining it or even lying to himself. You had hugged mammon. To you, it was just a soft gesture of kindness, basically your way of thanking him for helping you out so much with the little things lately. Still, as I said, that was only your way of saying thank you, but to mammon, it meant a much deeper meaning than that. The way your arms wrapped around his torso, ever so gently, as your thumb lightly glided his back. For him, it was a very sensational moment for him. It took him a while since he was hesitant and just stood there, frozen in shock at your sudden movements. But eventually he began to return the favor and hug you back. He wrapped his arms around you and snuggled his face into your soft, cotton-like hair and took in your scent. His heart increased as his breath slightly hitched. He rested his self on you and embraced the moment. His eyes studied the ground under you as you took a whiff of his cologne. The thought of you couldn't leave his mind, everything else slipped his mind. Just like the words that slipped his tongue did, and it took you by surprise.

"I love you." He had said it so calmly that it almost sounded like he whispered it. But he couldn't help himself. How could he? He could no longer hide the fact that he was madly in love with you. "What?" Your arms crawl away from mammon, escaping his embrace as you process what he had just said. "I said--" "No-- no you don't" You fully pull away from mammon, looking him dead in the eyes. His eyes start to water, and you could've sworn you saw his lips quiver at your words. "Why--" "Why what?" "Why can't ya accept the fact that I--" "Love me?"*scoffs* The tone in your voice lets him know all he needs to know. All the hope and wishing he had done was useless, huh? Maybe his brothers were right. Maybe he couldn't help you. After all, he's just some money hungry lame excuse of a brother. What could he possibly do to change your mind? Maybe he should've just given up like the rest of his brothers. I mean, he wouldn't be standing here embarrassing himself with a fountain worth of tears dripping down his face, would he? "Your right. This was stupid. I'm stupid." "No, I'm--" "Sorry for wastin' your time." Before you could say anything else, he had already left. He didn't slam the door, but the sound of him closing it was so loud to you that it echoed throughout your mind. Why'd you have to be so stubborn? You knew he loved you. So why'd you have to make it all difficult for him? You really are pathetic. No wonder you're like this now. You had him in your grasp like you said you would, then promised to not let go. Then you did exactly that, like an idiot. Now he's gone.

"Shit..."

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boydiisaster · 2 years

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Hey! Can I ask for a really soft and emotionally sensitive MC? Like they bottle up their emotions but it has a backlash as black liquid leaks from their mouth eyes and wounds. The liquid also burns those who hurt them or cause the overwhelming emotions.

crybaby? perhaps. but i'm still attractive

reader: gender neutral, no gendered pronouns used

tw/cw: possible body horror (like descriptions of liquid leaking from eyes and mouths and clawing at skin), burning, not eating, dying/killing/blood mentions, lots of crying and self destructive tendencies and cussing

author's note: i myself am a really sensitive person, so i really appreciate this request!! also thank you for giving me something so creative; it really pulled me out of my writer's block <3 (also i hope you don't mind but the mc in this oneshot is implied to be underage/in high school, just for extra angst)

When you first arrived in the Devildom you cried for the longest in you don't know how long. You cried almost all night after that Mammon showed you your room. You didn't come out for dinner and you didn't meet them at breakfast. You knew they wouldn't care, so you skipped both meals and tried to skip school, too. Unfortunately Lucifer caught you and sent you right back to that RAD place. You were petrified and kept your head down the entire time. When the teachers asked you to introduce yourself you just hid further inside your uniform and looked away.

Your first few months were hell. So were the brothers', too. Never did they seem to notice that whenever they hurt you, they themselves got hurt as well.

When Leviathan nearly killed you, he was surprised you didn't cry. You sat on the floor, blank expression on your face, cradling your hurt wrist. No tears were in sight, though. You just looked up at Leviathan as he slinked closer to you.

He felt guilty that he did that, he truly did. He sat in his room that night, head in his hands as he cursed himself. He just about missed when the burning started over all his sulking. It began in his wrist, working it's way up his arm until it stopped at his elbow. It felt like he just dipped his forearm in grease. Levi bit his tongue as he gripped tightly onto his arm. He hissed and applied more pressure when the burning worsened. He figured someone had just cursed him. Never did he imagine it was you.

For weeks this went on. One of the brothers would hurt you, you'd act like you didn't care, and then suddenly parts of their bodies would erupt into pain.

When the brothers warmed up to you and stopped trying to beat you up, suddenly their pain stopped completely. They finally connected the dots when Belphegor killed you. He was standing over your limp body wearing a bored expression. Your neck was bruised from where he choked you. His brothers stared at the horrid sight. Mammon was about to scream at him when suddenly Belphegor's neck started to turn red. His eyes widened and he scrambled away from you, clawing at his burning neck. He fell, still holding his throat and gasping for breath while sitting against a wall. He silently screamed as he scratched his burning throat.

"I told you," a small voice speaks from behind Belphegor's confused and petrified brothers. "I told you not to do that."

Everyone turned from their positions. Mammon could barely see past his tears as he held your body in his arms, begging you to wake up. You were his friend, the only person that ever really stood up for him. He saw you as a younger human sibling and now you were dead. A gasp got caught in his throat as he sobbed out, "MC?"

There you stood on the stairs leading up to the attic. You were crying, but your tears weren't normal. It was like you were crying with mascara on, but none of the brothers could see any hint of make up on your face. Your tears were simply just pitch black. And acidic, they thought from how when your tears slipped down your chin and hit the floor it burnt holes in the wood.

"I told you that you'd get hurt!" you screamed, sobbing whilst trying desperately to wipe your tears away. "I tried protecting you!"

Belphegor couldn't say anything, he could only clutch his burning throat and stare at you silently. Protect him? Were you that stupid and naive? Were you that kind...? To protect a random demon you met in an attic, something that could and did kill you. That was idiotic and clueless and so sickly sweet of you.

"If I actually died you'd be so much worse!" you stomped towards the fallen demon, leaving holes in the floor as you go. You weren't completely unscathed, Mammon noticed. Your arm was cut open, the same black ooze leaking from it just like your eyes. It dripped from your fingertips and burnt holes in the carpet. Mammon reached out to touch one and hissed once it burned him.

"I hate you!" you screamed in Belphegor's face. "I hate that I was dumb enough to trust you! I hate that I still care whether you're hurt or not! I hate that I literally just fucking died before I could graduate high school!" More tears streamed down your cheeks as you hiccupped. "I hate being apart of this stupid exchange program! Do you realize how many time you people have tried to murder me?! You just succeeded!"

The room was silent except for the soft sniffles and occasional sobs from Mammon, Leviathan and Asmodeus. Lucifer and Satan noticed your legs quivering and (surprisingly) both rushed to your side when you finally collapsed in a heap of sadness and tears. You wailed into Lucifer's chest as he gently picked you up like you were made entirely of glass. It burned holes in his suit and made his skin feel like it was peeling off, but he wouldn't let you go.

Beelzebub was torn between worrying about his twin and worrying about you. He took two steps toward Belphegor, then one step back toward you. He looked over his shoulder and saw how close the rest of his brothers were holding you before moving to rest next to his younger twin.

The body in Mammon's arms disappeared as soon as he touched the living version of you, shattering into a million tiny golden particles.

"I'm sorry we couldn't get here in time...."

And that was the day they found out; none of them will ever forget it, especially not Belphegor. He watched from the sidelines as you slowly warmed up more with his brothers. You wouldn't even stay in the same room as him, but could he honestly hold it against you? Sometimes he still holds his throat and remembers how awful it felt, like he had poured boiling water on it. He remembers watching how your blood and tears left sizzling holes in the floor, and now he doesn't know whether to be in awe of you or to despise you. You were still a human, at the end of the day. And how his brothers seemed to swarm you once they found out you were still alive filled him with rage. What about him? Why didn't they care about him writhing on the floor? They were his brothers!

Belphegor looks up at the sky through the observatory roof. He sighs, watching how the stars twinkle. He can't help but let a little bit of tears well up in his eyes before hearing a soft click, indicating that someone was opening the door. Quickly, he wipes his tears away with the back of his sleeve and turns around to see-

"Oh. It's you."

You stand in the doorway awkwardly, shifting from one foot to the other. You don't really know why you sought out Belphegor. Honestly, thinking about it now after finally seeing him in front of you and being hit by the realization of what you've done was nerve wracking, but you had to do this.

"MC," you correct him. "My name's MC."

"Whatever," he mutters. "Why are you even here?"

You shut the observatory door behind you and, though incredibly nervous, begin to walk towards the sitting demon. "I wanted to talk to you."

"Why?" he snaps. "You don't like me."

"You're right, I don't." You nestle into a comfortable position next to Belphegor and tilt your head to the sky. "Nor do I trust you. I think I have the right to since you did murder me." You bite your lip. "Well, a version of me. But I still remember how it felt. Your hands around my throat, that is."

Belphegor says nothing as you ramble on beside him.

"It hurt. I was suffocating, my vision was going blurry and dark, my head was all fuzzy...," you glance over at the demon. "But all I could think of was your brothers. How upset they might be to find me, as full of myself as that sounds. How they'd freak once what you did to me finally came back around on you."

Belphegor snorts. "I thought you hated all of us? Isn't that what you said?"

"It is what I said, and for a time I did," your attention is solely on him now. "I don't forgive you for what you did to me. Maybe I will in the future, but as of right now I'm only here because of your brothers. They miss you."

The demon beside you slowly meets your eyes. "What?"

"Beelzebub does the most, but that's expected." You smile a bit, your anxiety from the start of this interaction partially gone. "But yeah. Everyone's so sad now, even Lucifer. He says he's doing fine, but he's swamped himself with more paperwork since this whole thing's began. I think he's just trying to distract himself."

"And what does telling me all this accomplish?" Belphegor frowns. "Quit trying to play hero and meddle in our affairs. Go back to watching My Little Pony or whatever human kids watch these days."

"First of all I'm not that young," you deadpan. "Secondly, My Little Pony is a good show for all ages."

"Whatever! Just leave me alone," Belphegor sighs, clearly exasperated. "I'm tired, go away."

"No. And don't try to kill me again because I've notified Lucifer of my whereabouts and if I'm not back in his study in 15 minutes he will come looking for me." You make a move to stand again. Bouncing on the balls of your feet, you stretch your hand toward Belphegor.

"Give me a chance. I promise I'll leave you be after we fix all this."

He looks between you and your hand before rolling his eyes and taking it. "Fine. Just don't bleed your acidic bodily fluids onto me."

"I make no promises," you hum. "If you hurt my feelings I have no control of what my powers might do to you."

"Crybaby," he snaps.

"At least I'm hot," is all you say before walking out the door. You snicker to yourself when you hear Belphegor mumble, "I'm hot, too."

"Why do you even do that?" he asks as the two of you walk briskly down the stairs together. "You know, bleed that black gunk stuff?"

"It's because I'm actually one of those poisonous piranha plants from Super Mario that spit acid at their enemies."

"Ha ha," Belphegor sarcastically laughs. "Funny!"

"I very much am," you smile. "But in actuality? I don't know. I've just always done that."

"So you're like a freak of nature?"

"Yeah, but that's what makes me cool," you deflect his insults like water on a duck's back. You'd be lying if you said that his mocking wasn't upsetting, though. One of the things you're most self-conscious about were your powers. For the longest time you'd never even let anyone touch you in fear of the other person getting hurt. You eventually learned though that the person who touches you doesn't get hurt unless they intend to hurt you.

It was kind of cool! You liked explaining it to people, it made you feel special. If someone struck you in hopes of inflicting pain, they'd get their own share of the pain they caused at the exact same magnitude. Plus there was your blood and tears. Though you've gotten over your fear of people touching you, you've yet to get over your fear of crying in front of others. After that whole incident with Belphegor you begged the rest of the brothers not to talk about your tears or blood, even though Lucifer had to replace the floorboards from said bodily fluids. They agreed out of respect for you, but sometimes they still wonder about why you do that.

Coming up on Beelzebub's room, you turn to face his twin brother and give the demon your best fake smile.

"Let's get this party started, Belph."

You cover your face with your hands, heavily sighing. Your room is pitch black aside from the bright light emitting from your cellphone. You toss and you turn, resituating yourself in your bed, but it just feels lumpy. You're tired— god you're so tired, and you just want to take a nice nap before school starts tomorrow, but you can't seem to close your eyes. Your mind is wide awake and swirling with thoughts of Belphegor and his brothers.

You managed to rebuild the bridge Belphegor had burned with his twin, but you've yet to rebuild all of them. The farthest you got was getting Asmo to fret about Belphie's complexion. When you caught sight of Mammon in the hall, you waved to him. He enthusiastically waved back until he saw his younger brother. He stuttered in his movements then, his eyes a bit dark.

You don't like thinking about how your death affected him. It hurts too much to assume the pain he must of felt cradling your limp body in his arms. You know he loves his brothers, but from his reaction... he must have really loved you too, huh?

"I told myself I would stop acting as people's therapist when I showed up here," you mutter to yourself sleepily. "But..."

You bite back tears and cover your eyes with your arm.

"But I need to help them. After all, they're family. They deserve to be happy being around each other again."

Your skin starts to burn as the tears you were holding back slip down your cheeks. You sniffle a bit before letting all the stress of today out into your pillow, choking on sobs. The pillow sizzles as your tears soak into its fabric. You don't know how you're gonna ask Lucifer for a new pillow without him asking why.

You were to do this all over again tomorrow. But it was for your family— no, friends. It was for your friends, you had to. It was your job as the exchange student.

Right...?

#i read your ask wrong but by the time i figured out what you meant i was already half way through with this-#so i hope you don't mind that i strayed a little away from your ask [flushed]#obey me shall we date #obswd #obey me x gn reader #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x teen!mc #obey me teen mc #obey me x reader #obey me angst #bee's beehive #worker!bee

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trueshellz · 2 years

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Leviathan: Their reaction to you playing a SWD game

You choose the otaku character

He's very confused to say the least, each time he peers over your shoulder you're playing this game and smiling

So one day he asks you about it, then he's even more confused when you tell him you like the otaku character

"But... he spends all day in his room." "And?" "And he doesn't like normies." "What's your point, Levi?" "You don't like the other ones? They're better looking than he is and they're in better shape. Look at that one and his abs." "No, I like my little otaku. He's adorable and passionate, he isn't afraid to say what he likes. And anyway, being indoors has its perks, pyjama party all day."

He's all red and embarassed now, especially when you give him a soft smile, leaning into his chest and tapping away at your device.

You choose the physically fit character

He's trying not to peer over your shoulder, he really is, but each time your favourite character comes on screen you cover your face and make a squee noise.

He sees your expression each time too, the way you keep replaying the chapters with him in and he gets a little self conscious

"I didn't know you liked guys like that." "Huh? Oh it's just a game, Levi." "But you like guys who look like that? Abs and muscles... nothing like the otaku character right?" (You know where this is going.) "I already have one cutie otaku and he is more than enough for me. I don't need someone stealing his limelight, Levi."

And he's blushing again, especially when you lean in to poke his cheeks or brush his bangs out of his face so you can see his pretty eyes.

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stupidlovergirl · 7 months

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I Wanna Be Yours

Feat. Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor

Dev Notes: I wrote this over a course of a few months, I had bad writers block, but I powered through because I loved this concept, some of them feel a little repetitive, but we still are ballin. Also, sidenote, Belphie gets a little roughed up (no punches but you do shake him around a lil)

You and Lucifer had been dancing around each other for about a month. You know you're definitely not ‘just friends’, you haven’t been for awhile. Between the quiet moments you have shared together, to the almost kisses, and more importantly the looks he has given you. The vulnerability in his eyes as he lets you take care of him, a first in so, so many years. Eons, if you had to honestly guess. That’s what makes you mad. Lucifer likes to do things on his own terms, and you feel like you have given enough time to do what you obviously both want. So, you’ve finally gathered the courage to confront him. Lucifer may be the demon of pride, but yours won’t allow yourself to be treated as someone who's ‘just a friend’

So, why do you feel so anxious, fear clawing in your stomach and throat as you stand at his office door. ‘You got this’ is all you can chant as you knock softly on his door.

“Come in”

Its do or die.

As you step in, Lucifer looks up to greet you with a nod.

“Lucifer,” you swallow, “we really need to talk.” At that, he sets down his pen and takes off his glasses

“You sound serious, may I ask about what?”

“About us” It’s do or die.

The look of surprise that flitted onto his face was quickly replaced with a steely gaze.

“Ah, about us.” He sounds calm, collected, like you didn’t just confront him with your entire relationship.

“What are we Lucifer? Cause it’s not just friends” You did it, but it doesn’t mean you won’t die. The feeling in your throat surely makes you feel like you're going to suffocate. You just know you gotta go on. You can’t hold your love in anymore. Screwing your eyes shut, you take in a few breaths. In, Hold, Out. In, Hold, Out.

“Not just friends?” He repeats at you

“Unless you show the same vulnerability and almost kiss your friends” you reply.

“I like you Lucifer, and I can’t stop anymore. I want to kiss you, I want to hold you, and that isn’t something I want to do with friends. It’s what I want to do with someone I like, someone…someone I love”

When you open your eyes, you see Lucifer, who looks shocked.

“Love?” he whispers, looking into your eyes for the lie

“Love.” you state, feeling the bravest you have the entire time.

“Would you be mad if I said I loved you too?” he says a little louder, looking at you with a wanting you have grown familiar with. With that you smile

“I’d be more mad if you didn’t” He stands up and finally steps towards you. You meet him halfway.

“So, what does that mean for us?” you whisper, holding his hand

“It means we’re together” he tells you, leaning down to seal the deal with something you have been waiting for.

Mammon would never admit he likes you, even though you and everyone else are very well aware. So, after a while, you get tired. If he “doesn’t like” you, then he wouldn’t mind if you went on a date now would he? You don’t mean to be malicious, but he needs to realize that, while you're fine with a game of chase, people get tired and will stop. He just needs to think that you’re stopping the chase. So, when you called him for outfit input, he had no clue what he was in for.

“Well, which one, this shirt, or this one?” you ask, flipping between them.

“The first one goes with yer pants more” he replies, looking down at his phone

“Thank you!” you reply, gathering the rest of the outfit. You went off to the bathroom to change while Mammon continued to look invested in his phone. You come back, smiling. There’s just something about dressing up that gives someone confidence. You pulled out a gold chain and its matching bracelet. One specifically given to you by your first man.

“Well? How do I look?” you say, turning towards him.

When he looks up, your expecting the blush on his face, your also expecting the way he quickly turns away from you

“You, you look alright” he mumbles out, looking back slowly. You fake a pout at this response

“Just alright?” you ask, looking at him with the biggest puppy eyes you could muster.

“You look very pretty,” he responds, blushing an even darker shade. You smile, readying your next trick.

You turn away, “Great! I hope my date shares the same sentiment” is all you reply with, going to the mirror to fix your hair. The gasp, yelp, and thud is all you have to hear to know Mammon has fallen off the bed in shock.

“What? Is it that surprising that I got a date?” you ask, turning to look at his scrambling attempts to stand up.

“You- you can’t go on a date!” he says, stumbling towards you.

“Why not?” you reply

“B-because! You just can’t!” he grabs your shoulders, shaking you

“Mammon, it’s just a date! It probably won’t be anything but that.” you tell him shaking your head and pushing his hands off you.

“Still!” he insists

“Alright, I’ll call it off if you can give me one good reason.” you tell him. You’ve got him, hook line and sinker.

“You can’t go because…because…” he mumbles something, youre pretty sure it’s an “I like you”, but you’ve waited this long and planned to milk it.

“Becauuse?” you ask, smiling

“Because I like you!” he yells, face hot as the sun.

“I like you too, dork” you reply, pulling him in for a kiss

“Is this the time to tell you there was no date?”

Levi has gotten you so confused lately. You never really put a label on your guys' relationship, but he recently said something, and it irked you. The other day at a con, he had told one of the other people that you were "just a good friend of his”. Which, you know is technically not a lie, but you felt hurt hearing it come from him. Your mind has been heavy with the thought. Just friends. Friends. God, why did that word hurt? It wasn’t a bad thing, but it just didn’t feel right. It dawns on you one day as you sit with Levi as he shows you a new anime he’s been watching.

“Yeah! They’re super popular, and it’s really no surprise, they’re obviously gonna be end game. I was even thinking we could cosplay them at the next con! I think a lot of people…”

Levi’s voice fades into the background. A couples cosplay, he’s suggesting a couple’s cosplay. Why is he suggesting that? You are friends. Just a good friend of his. Yet you know you're not just friends. You guys don't do things just friends do. He gifts you items that are rare in games, and he wouldn't do that for anyone else. You guys have matching profile photos on basically all your social medias and games, you have a playlist made specifically with his taste in mind. You've never done that with anyone that was just a friend to you. That's what you'd do with someone you were dating, or we're into.

Oh.

You were into Levi, and subconsciously had been dropping hints. And he's responded to them all. What does that mean? Does that mean he's also into you? What are you? What are you two in his eyes?

“You confuse me” you say, cutting through his words

“Yeah, the plot is a little convoluted but-”

“Not the anime, not the storyline, you Levi, you confuse me” you feel like you're bursting.

“The other day, you said I was just a friend, but now you’re suggesting a couples cosplay? What are you hinting at Levi? What are we?”

Levi looks at you, surprised, then casts his eyes down, face flushing

“I-i dunno…,” he whispers, and you sigh

“I don’t know either, honestly. Whatever we are though, it isn’t just friends” you gulp, and look down at your hands,, “My feelings for you are too strong to just be your friend”

“...Really?” he squeaks out

“Yeah, I- I really, really like you Levi” you mumble out

“I really really like you too…" he replies back in an equally soft voice.

You look up at him, a softly smile, and he gives you a wobbly one back.

Satan and you have been reading the same book recently. You had seen it on display in a store and you both decided to get one and read it.

It was pretty good, a romance novel of two friends who were too scared to tell each other about their feelings, a real slow burn, but it wasn't annoying. You enjoyed it a lot, and Satan seemed to be too.

So imagine your surprise when one of the scenes felt too personal, specifically with the boy who you were sharing the novel with.

When one of the characters bought a romance book, and added notes and highlighted parts that reminded them of the love interest, and gave it to them. It made you think of when Satan would lend you books with his own notes in the margins on sticky notes and flags. It made you giggle, which shocked you.

Why did you feel so floaty at that thought…

Why did you like the thought of Satan doing that for you?

Then you pondered it.

This isn't the first time you've done this, thought of Satan doing something romantic for you.

Actually, you kinda do it a lot. Honestly, you and Satan do a lot of couple based stuff.

Cuddling, grocery shopping, a lot of free time you spend with him.

Huh, you and Satan are basically…

…

Are you and Satan dating?

At that thought you stood up and started your mission of finding the blond, which wasn't difficult.

"Satan?" You speak into the library. You see him stand up from his search from the bottom shelf.

"Hey, there you are," he says, and you approach him.

"I have a question" you ask

Then you pause

"Are we dating?"

Satan looks at you, then starts pondering

"Yes, I guess we are!"

You nodded your head

"Thank you for confirming"

Asmo likes taking you out. Parties, clubs, fancy openings, the highest scale restaurants. He never disappoints, as he always knows where the next best event is. Yet even still, you guys are in agreement, the best event is your weekly spa day. Where you two get to be yourselves, where Asmo drops the act of being perfect for a crowd to just be himself. You've seen Asmo dressed up, looking absolutely ethereal, but nothing is as pretty when he's laughing at a stupid joke he heard the other day and repeated it to you.

So, when your weekly spa date rolled around, and Asmo applied your face cream and started talking about these two demons who have, as he says, "been dancing around each other when it's obvious they want to make out", it makes you laugh.

"How is it obvious?" you ask, watching as he pulls away from your face, and adds the product to his own face.

"Like, they're never apart from each other! Every time I see them, they are together! Not to mention, they do things that is soooo obviously romantic coded for them! They match outfits, like, all the time! Also, they have rings, RINGS!! Like, could that get more obvious?? That's not even getting into their Devilgram posts and captions"

You stop and look at him. Really look at him

"Asmo" you say, but he's still in his rant

"I just wish one would admit they were into the other, it would be so much easier than having to pretend that they're not obviously making eyes at each other-"

"Asmo." you say more stern, trying to catch his attention

"Also, those pet names have for eachother? Like, yeah, they can be platonic, but they're obviously playing it off! And UGHHH ALSO-"

"ASMO!" You shout, finally catching his attention.

"No need to yell, darling, I'm right here!" He huffs playfully, smiling

"What is it?"

"Asmo, we do all that. Like, verbatim"

With that he looks at you, and giggles, a little strained "Yeah I guess we do huh"

"Does that mean we obviously want to make out?" you jokingly ask

The mischievous look in his eyes answer all it self

Beel loves to eat, and even more he loves to eat food you make him. You have started making him simple meals for after Fangol practice. You always come near the end, sitting on the bleachers and waiting for him to finish. Sometimes the other players will come and talk to you, but not that often. It was of these meetings that sparked an idea in your mind.

"Man, Beel is sure lucky to have a partner like you! I wish mine made me something to eat after every pratice" he says, chuckling a little

"Oh, well thank you, but Beel and I aren't dating" you said, a quiet chuckle escaping you

That made the demon look at you, eyes wide "You're not?"

"No?"

That made the demon laugh, a smile splitting his face "Well, that's news. We all thought you had been dating this entire time! Sorry for the comment, I hope it didn't make you feel awkward"

You waved it off "Ah, no, it's cool"

You continued talking to him for a little while longer, but he soon took his leave. Not long after, Beel came to see you, freshly showered and smiling.

"Hey" he says, leaning down to pick up you bag and throw it over his shoulder as you stand, his food in your hand.

"Hey! Here you go, I made you steamed salmon with grilled vegetables and rice" you said, standing up and handing it to him. He smiled even brighter, and you smile too.

"Thanks, that sounds really good"

And with that the two of you start walking back home, Beel eating his meal while you chatter on about your day. Of course, Beel finishes quickly and starts talking about his too. Not long after he tells you about Asmo and the stunt he pulled in Magical Potions, you remember the comment the demon before made

"Beel, did you know your teammates think were dating?"

That gave the Avatar of Gluttony a pause, as he ponders

"No, but it makes a lot more things make sense..."

"Huh?" that made you pretty confused. They were saying stuff that was pertaining to you supposedly dating?

"Yeah, sometimes they would give suggestions to dinner places, I thought it was weird that they were so fancy, but the food was always good so I thought they were being nice. They would always say that you'd enjoy it too. I guess they were suggesting date spots"

That made your jaw drop. They had been suggesting upscale restaurants for you two? Then it clicked in your head, that Beel had taken you to them also. You guys had been going to date spots.

"Yeah, I guess that would also explain why they were so congratulatory when I mentioned when you and I went to them with you."

You slightly gaped at him, and subconsciously stopped walking. He stopped when you did, turning and looking at you. You both look at eachother, and then you laugh.

"No wonder they thought we were dating"

The two of you continue walking, both of you silent, yet comfortable

Until, Beel spoke up, "What if we did start dating?"

You looked at him, and smiled "Well, I wouldn't mind" you say with soft laugh "It probably wouldn't change much"

"Then, will you go on date with me?" Beel said, softly slipping his hand into yours, and you look up towards the giant, seeing the soft blush on his face

"I'd love too, Beel" you said, squeezing his hand softly, and start to swing your hands lightly, feeling on top of the world.

You were hunting for a certain sleepy demon, dead set on having a talk with him. Apparently, Belphie had taken to telling others that you were dating, without even consulting you about it. You only found out about it when you were talking with a demon you found cute and he brought up how good of a couple you and Belphie were as a couple. The shock was so big you soon ended the conversation and went to hunt down the Avatar of Sloth.

It wasn't that hard to find him, as he was where you expected him to be, in the attic. Unless he's really sleepy, he always trudges up to nap in the attic after school. You typically were nicer about waking him up, but you were filled with vengeance, so you didn't feel bad when you yelled right into his ear.

"BELPHEGOR!!!" you shouted at the top of your lungs into his ear, and he open his eyes with a huff, looking at you sleepily.

"Ugh, really? Can't you be nicer?"

"Belphegor, why are people saying were dating?" you said, standing above him, arms crossed across your chest.

He looks at you, trying to understand what you said, and then fucking smirked. You felt your anger flare up even more.

"Because I wanted too, we basically are anyways, so why not?" he said, shrugging, and rolling over to go back to sleep. You scrubbe your hand over your face, and then snatched him up by his collar.

"Belphie, we are not 'basically dating'! We don't do anything couples do!" you yelled, slightly shaking him.

"Oh yeah? Don't we cuddle a lot? Share clothes? Those are pretty couple like" he says with a smirk

"Because you sneak into my bed and steal my clothes!" you yell at him

"Yet you never do much but roll your eyes in response, if you actually cared, you'd do a lot more. Not to mention, all the things you do just with me? I've never seen you care about the others as much as me. You always make sure they include me, even if I'm asleep. Make sure I have notes even though you know I'll be fine. You do so much. Just for me" the smugness in his voice and condescending smirk makes you angry, enraged even. Yet, even then, you just let go, and roll your eyes. Okay, so maybe you did do a lot for Belphie, and maybe it was because you romantically liked him. Yet, he can't just do that! He never even formally asked you out!

"It doesn't matter what I do or don't do, what matters is that you never even told me! When people are dating, usually all the parties involved know, but you didn't tell me!"

Belphie just smiled, "Well, do you want to date?"

You just huffed and rolled your eyes

"......yeah"

#obey me x reader #obswd x reader #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #obey me x you #obswd x you #lucifer x you #mammon x you #leviathan x you #satan x you #asmodeus x you #beelzebub x you #belphegor x you #bunny's.game.collection

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beelzebub-tiredtimes · 2 years

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*•.¸♡ ＳｌｅｅｐｙＣｕｄｄｌｅｓ ♡¸.•*

Requested: No

Fandom: Obey Me!

Pairings: Mammon x Gn!MC/Reader

Characters: Mammon and MC/Reader

Warnings: Not proofread

Groaning, you turned over in your bed and glared sleepily at the demon in front of you. “What do you want, Mammon?” You grumbled, closing your eyes once more as you waited for an answer from the nervous demon, it had been like 2am.

“Uh-Well-You see-” Stumbling over his words, Mammon looked down at his hands, a growing blush moving up his neck to his cheeks, and began fumbling with them. “I was wondering if we could cuddle” Turning his head away from you, Mammon cursed himself in his head for stuttering.

You smiled, humming in acknowledgment and answered him. “Of course we can, My Prince” You mumbled sleepily, cracking your eyes open a bit as you held your arms out for him. “Come here” Watching as Mammons’ blush grew and he shkily crawled into your arms, his arms slithering around your waist.

Humming in content, you began running your hand through his hair, his head resting on your chest, listening to your heart beat which calmed him down, your other one resting on his back.

As you two continued to cuddle, you noticed Mammon's grip on your waist loosen and his breathing had slowed down, causing you to smile softly and placed a kiss on his forehead.

“Goodnight, My Prince” You mumbled against his head, burying your head into his fluffy, white hair, your own eyes closing as you succumbed to sleep.

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 3 years

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¤~°Obey Me Shall We Date x Twisted Wonderland°~¤ -Part 2 Drabble?-

"My name is actually, [Name]. So it's kinda funny how are names sound similar." The female exchange student from another world and Devildom stated. "Yeah!" The female prefect from Ramshackle laughed, agreeing with her.

The two chatted with one, not seeing the looks their friends gave to one another. Yuu awkwardly sat on the left side of the couch he kinda wished Grim wasn't upstairs sleeping on their bed at the moment so he could to him. Yuki sat on the right side of the couch, looking at her hands. Thinking about the seven demon brothers that were probably looking for her and her crush/friend.

Both not meeting the others gaze didn't really know how to react to the situation, should use the pact she got from the brothers to summon them and take them home?

Maybe her D.D.D worked here!

Hurriedly taking out her phone. Tons of messages were in the group chat. Sighing at the messages from the demon brothers she looks up from her device to see the person named, "Yuu" get up from their seat. Heading off on his own, then coming back moments after. Holding two cups in his hands.

Yuki stared at them curiously as he held out the drinks to her. "Here, you guys are probably thirsty." Yuu said politely, Yuki smiles happily. Nodding and thanking them, which made Yuu shake their head. Saying it was no problem, offering her a gentle smile.

(Y/N) and [Name] both stare at the two protagonists with their own looks of admiration. (Y/N) almost wanted to leave her conversation and get the ghost camera to take a photo at the nice sight. The same could be said for [Name], but would rather use her D.D.D and sent it to the demon brothers and the rest of her friends.

*Elsewhere*

"Where is (Y/N)? She's late to the meeting." Riddle said, straighting out some papers. Leona yawns, shrugging his shoulders. "She has a day-off today and (Y/N) didn't show up at the Monstro Lounge before I left." Azul stated, Kalim ponders for a moment.

"Maybe she's just running late?" Vil adds on to Kalim's words. "Your probably right, Ramshackle is far from the campus." Idia's tablet screen glows slightly. But he doesn't speak.

*Elsewhere, but in Obey Me!*

"What the hell does this text mean!? "Sorry for being late for dinner, me and (Y/N) are in another world because I found creepy mirror in my closet," !?" Mammon screamed out, while his brothers also turned frustrated. "Maybe it had something to do with that mirror Yuki was talking about!" Levi said.

"Why is there even a enchanted mirror in her room?" Asmodeus asks, confused over the whole ordeal. "Who knows," Satan sighed. Beel frowns, knowing he and his brothers were very worried over the two humans. Belphie pats Beel's back in comfort.

(Ask box is open! Also, what's tour guys fave OBSWD song? Cause I can't decide! They all sound so good! SQUEE!!)

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst asks #twisted wonderland x obey me shall we date #twst x obey me #obey me shall we date x reader #obey me shall we date #twst dorm leaders x reader #twst dorm leaders #twst yuu x reader #omswd mc #omswd #omswd yuki x reader #demon brothers

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stupidlovergirl · 25 days

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"Ugh! So Cliche!" Feat Lucifer and Mammon Word count - 1.5k Dev Notes: Every day I grapple with the fact I'm such a bad poster, oof. Anyways, here's Wonderwall

Lucifer, Enemies To Lovers

Really, you don't know why you're here, all things considered. It was Mammon who had the idea, and he dragged you along with it. You were an innocent bystander, really! So how come YOU have to clean up the hallway after Mammon spilled five gallons of paint down the hallway.

Scrubbing the floor, the light above you is blocked, and the eye roll you give could make history with the exasperation it has, and you look up, expecting your partner in crime to have another bright idea. Yet, when you look up, it is Lucifer, looking down at you with a slight glare. You have to bite your tongue at the want to groan.

“Are you almost finished?” He drones out, and you just look back at the floor, scrubbing at the neon yellow paint.

“What does it look like?”

Thankfully, you were basically done, you were on the last spot, but you’d probably be done sooner, if the marvelous self-proclaimed “Smartest Demon Ever” didn’t run off with his next scheme. Honestly, you just hope he hasn’t got himself caught up in something you can’t save him from. The thoughts of how Mammon’s going to get caught running that “lucky” key chain thing was going to blow up, a thoughtful hum from the first born catches your attention.

“Where is Mammon?” he asks, sounding upset

“I told him he could leave, the cleaner was hurting his hands” that was a lie, it was making yours dry out more than his, but hey, you didn’t want him to get in more trouble than he was in, so you might as well. Another thoughtful hum from Lucifer above you as you finish up on the last spot, dropping the scrubber into the dirty water bucket.

“Good work” is all the first born says, and walks away, footsteps echoing down the hall. What a dick.

This time, it happened with the Anti-Lucifer League. You stand between Belphegor and Satan, looking at Lucifer as he drones on about how “Glitter bombs are prohibited” and that “glitter is already hard to get out, so I can’t fathom why you’d rig my dresser drawers”. Honestly, you're upset with the camera that was set to catch his reaction to it and the fact that it malfunctioned.

“And you” Lucifer cuts through your mind, leveling his gaze at you. “You’re tasked with cleaning and vacuuming out my dresser drawers” You bite your tongue and don’t roll your eyes, no matter how much you want to, and nod. After he sends you all away, you groan loudly, which makes Belphie snicker and Satan smile, before you set off on your tasks.

In the end, if someone said glitter was a torture device made in the Devildom, you’d believe it. This is the third time you’ve had to clean Lucifer’s dresser this week, pulling out the dresser and dumping out the clothes on his bed, and using a cloth to catch some of it. You’re working hard, so when the door opens, it goes unnoticed. It’s only when you feel the warmth of Lucifer’s hand on your back that you realize he’s in the room.

“Yes?” you ask, looking up at him in irritation.

“I need you to move,” he asks, and you scoot away from the bed. He rummages through the clothes on the bed, and gets a pair of socks, and slips them off. You watch him out of the corner of your eye, and it makes you surprised. Lucifer wears sock garters. Oh my god, that’s…honestly kind of hot. You cast your eyes down, cleaning the drawer with more vigor, focusing hard on it to ignore the beating of your heart in your chest. For the second time, Lucifer startles you, this time with two quick pats on one shoulder and his head by your ear

“Good work” he says, voice deep and rumbling, before walking off

Oh. Fuck.

Mammon, Fake Dating

When you woke up this morning, it was the loud rapping against your bedroom door, which was swung open and revealed to be Mammon. Who came chattering about a “couple’s discount” at some where they were selling something he really wanted. You don’t remember much, other than him yanking you out of bed and grabbing some clothes out of your closet and throwing them at you and leaving. It all happened extremely fast, and you were dressed and being pulled out the door, with him rattling out things about how to be a good partner.

“Also, you should probably pick a pet name, I’m letting you choose between babe, darling, and love of my life” he says, that cocky grin on his face as he pulls you in closer, throwing his arm over your shoulders.

“I’ll pass,” you reply, yawning slightly as you walk with him. Really, it’s not much different between your average walks, Mammon always has been kinda touchy, so it’s pretty natural, so once you reach the…you think it’s a fancy jewelry store? It was pretty natural. You walk in, and yeah, there are a lot of couples.

“What are you getting again?”

At your simple question, Mammon groans loudly. “There is this new matching set of watches, and I really want one, and it was said that if you come with a partner you’d get a discount.

“Cool, does that mean I’ll get one too?” you ask, elbowing him in the ribs

“Ughh, I GUESS you can have the other one” he says, though there is a slight smile on his face. As you walk towards the counter, the worker at the bar steps up, and Mammon easily greets them, talking with ease. You look down to the sparkly gems inlaid in metal decors, eyeing them. “I’ll get you that right away!” the worker says, as they walk off.

“This one is really pretty” you say, pointing to a necklace in front of you two. It sparkles behind the glass, enticing people to look at it.

“You want it?” Mammon asks, and your head whips up to look at him, gaping. His head turns immediately as yours does, hiding his face from you. “Are…are you sure?” you ask, voice quiet.

“Yeah, I just got paid and it’s pretty cheap '' Well, that you know is a lie, you can see the price tag right in front of you, but it was sweet to say anyway.

“Nah, it’s fine, I don’t really wear jewelry a whole lot” you say. Soon enough, the sales attendant returns, and Mammon buys the watches and for show he puts it on your wrist. You gasp, awwing at it as he slips his on. He pays with ease, and the two of you walk out.

Which, you think, leads to the problem you’re facing right now. “Mammon! I can’t believe you didn’t read about this!” you say, trying to pry the watch off your wrist as you glare at him.

“How was I supposed to know they were enchanted!” He groans, his own hands trying to yank it off your wrist also. The two of you fight at it, but give up before searching on the internet.

“It says you’re supposed to admit something important” you say, huffing as you look at the details on the website. You sigh, turning off your D.D.D. “Apparently, they were made in some form of couple’s therapy”

“How lame” Mammon replies, picking at the food in his bowl. “Well, what do you have to say?” he says, taking a bite of his noodles.

“It was me who broke your model car and blamed it on Levi” you say, smiling sheepishly as he looks at you in horror.

“I can’t believe you!” he says, placing his hand on his chest

“I panicked!” you reply, laughing awkwardly, trying to take the watch off. You frown, the watch not budging.

“Didn’t work”

“Damn” he replies, frowning.

“I was the one who sold your ring Asmo bought you”

“I thought I lost that!” you say, upset

“I scratched your car on purpose when I was mad at you for blaming that candle incident on me” you say, rubbing your arm slightly

“I used you as an alibi because I was out gambling last night” Mammon replies, scratching his head

“I ate your last slice of cake and lied”

“I told you that top you bought recently looked good on you and it kinda didn’t but you liked it so much I felt bad saying so”

“I gave away that set of hair clips you got me to Asmo”

“I have liked you romantically for a while, but telling you scared me" Mammon says, hiding his face in his hands. You gape, and feel the watch slide off your wrist, and you feel floaty, looking at him.

“You do?” you reach across the table pulling his hands away from his face.

“Yeah” he replies, face red and eyes frightened

“I’ve liked you for a while too” you reply, pulling his hands towards you and kissing the knuckles.

Mammon blinks, a slow smile spreading across.

“Of course! Who wouldn’t love the Great Mammon!” he prattles on, and all you can do is laugh.

#obey me x reader #obswd x reader #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #obey me x you #obswd x you #lucifer x you #mammon x you

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