cranky - she/they - 23 just stuff thatās in my brain (this is a side blog - iām sorry i canāt follow back but know that i see you and i love you)
friends!! thank you SO MUCH for 100 followers, i appreciate every single one of you lovelies! i've been itching to write for some time so i decided to celebrate with you all like this!
pairing: Mammon x gn!mc
content: fluff!!
wc: 667
a/n: i had fun writing this one, also ik this was an anon request but this goes out to one of my favorite mammon themed blogs on here,, u know who u are
lucifer / mammon (you are here) / levi / satan / asmo / beel / belphi / solomon
āOi, human!ā A voice called out from behind you, as you walked down a long stretch of hall towards your room. You didnāt even have to turn around to know it was your first man and favorite nuisance (affectionate). You turn on your heels, met instantly with a mess of white hair and golden skin as he shoves something in your hands. Your eyebrows furrow as you stare at the piece of paper.Ā
āWhatās this?āĀ
āItās a coupon for one free date with your favorite demon.ā Mammon states matter-of-factly, looking quite pleased with himself. Your eyes narrow slightly, a smile creeping its way onto your lips.
āOh, my favorite demon?ā You ask innocently.
āYup! The one and only Ma-ā
āDiavolo?ā
ā-mmon. Wait, what?ā His smile drops so quickly, you couldnāt help the barrage of giggles that escaped you.Ā
āMammon, if you wanted to take me on a date, you couldāve just asked.ā You nudge him lightly with your shoulder. His cheeks flush almost instantly, his hand reached to rub the back of his neck the way he usually does when heās flustered.Ā
āI- I donāt know what you mean,ā He averts his eyes, stumbling over his words, āIām doinā you a favor, human.ā He folds his arms over his chest, attempting to appear confident in his words.
āBut uh,ā Mammon clears his throat, opening his mouth and quickly shutting it again, still avoiding your gaze. You wait patiently for Mammon to gather his thoughts, smoothing out the creases in the coupon (which wasnāt really a coupon, but a page from a magazine with the words ācongratulations, youāve won a free date!ā scribbled over a shot of Mammon).
āWould you?ā He asks hesitantly, finally setting his eyes on you. āWould you go on a date with me?āĀ
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The wind blew through your hair softly as you strolled barefoot through the sand. Mammonās hand grazed yours lightly before he took it in his, intertwining your fingers and peering at you over his sunglasses. His cheeks were flushed, his skin almost glittering in the light of the setting sun.Ā
āIām so glad Diavolo let us use his private beach, how did you even swing that anyway?ā You hook your free hand over Mammonās forearm, feeling the veins under his skin.Ā
āDonāt worry about that. Weāre here - arenāt we, treasure?ā He smirks, squeezing your hand lightly.Ā
You laugh, pulling his arm closer, pushing aside thoughts of Mammonās usual mischief.
āWe are, and itās so beautiful.ā You sigh dreamily.
āYeah, you are.ā Mammon says, nudging you softly, a self satisfied grin on his face.
āYou are so corny.ā You laugh loudly, despite your heartbeat picking up its pace at his words.Ā
Mammon scoffs, that being your cue to book it down the beach. If teasing Mammon were an Olympic sport, youād have unlimited gold medals. You ran as fast as you could, your smile nearly as bright as the sun.Ā
āHey!ā He laughed, watching you go, the fabric of your clothing flowing freely around you as you looked back at him. It was perfect, you were perfect. His perfect human.
Mammon raced after you, letting you think you were winning for a while before scooping you into his arms, lifting you in his embrace. Your laugh and his overlapped as he spun you around, your arms wrapped around his neck, steadying yourself.
āMammon, Iām gonna get dizzy!ā You squeal. He slows his spinning, plopping down onto the sand and pulling you onto his lap.Ā
āYou really are beautiful, you know.ā He says as his breathing slows to normal. You feel more heat flooding your cheeks as he sets his hands on your waist. His eyes studied your face as though he was committing every single one of your features to memory.Ā
āMammon?ā You trail your fingers over his cheekbone lightly. He leaned into you, eyelids fluttering at the sparks lingering under your touch.
āYeah, baby?ā He cups your hand in his, laying a sweet kiss to your palm.
Your voice sounds muffled through the door, but MammonĀ is perfectly capable of hearing you still.Ā He leans against the door, resting his head against the woodĀ as he holdsĀ back an unsatisfied whine.Ā āLet me in, please,āĀ he says, and his heart sinks to his stomach when he hears yourĀ smallĀ sniffles through the door. He mutters your name softly and knocks six times in theĀ specialĀ code you use to recognize each other wheneverĀ youāreĀ staging heists.
He hears you shuffle on the other side and nearly falls when you open the door before he catches himself in the doorframe. Your eyes and nose are red, and he can still see a wet trail of tears down your cheeks.Ā āWhat'sĀ going on, treasure?āĀ he asks, his voice soft as he guides you to your bed, using his foot to shut the door behind him. He sits you down on your sheets as you wipe your nose with the back of your hand and let out a small sniff.
āEverything is shit,āĀ you say as Mammon stands in front of you, running his hand through your hair and pulling it out of your eyes. You look up at him through wet lashes as his hands settle on your cheeks, cupping your face.
āIĀ want to go home, Mammon,āĀ you sayĀ and grabĀ his wrists.Ā Mammon frowns as he looks down on you before getting on his knees soĀ heāsĀ on eye level with you.Ā āI feel so small here. I love you guys, but no one here knows whatĀ itāsĀ like,āĀ you say, and Mammon feels his heart tighten as he looks at you.Ā YouāreĀ looking everywhere but at him, your eyes darting around before settling on your hands, which have moved to your lap.Ā āSolomon barely even remembers what being human is like.āĀ Tears begin running down your cheeks again, and Mammon wipes them, his frown deepening.
āTreasure,āĀ he says, feeling much out of bounds. It somehow never occurred to him how you might feel. How lonely it might be. He feels incredibly foolish in hindsight.
āEverything is so foreign here. I feel so out of place,āĀ you whisper, and Mammon puts his forehead against yours, making your noses brush. His hands move to your own in your lap, and he intertwines his fingers with yours.
You take a deep breath, and an involuntary sigh leaves you.Ā āI want to go home,āĀ you say, and Mammon thinksĀ he feels his heart breakĀ into a million pieces.Ā He wants to tell you that youĀ areĀ home, that he needs you here, thatĀ heāllĀ do anything for you.Ā YouāreĀ hisĀ human,Ā hisĀ perfect treasure.
Yet he says none of those things. HeĀ justĀ pulls you into a hug and wraps his arms around you, feeling the way your tears wet his shirt.
Hello! I was wondering if you could make Some hc's about the brothers (and if you could add my bb boy Solomon haha) about the promt (I hope is like that, english is my second language sorry) of the "first date"
Like, how would they act, where would it be, you know, the basics, and if it could be gn? Thank you very much and hope you have a great day/afternoon/night <3
First Date
pairing: Lucifer x gn!mc
content: fluffyyyyy
wc: 616
a/n: I KNOW these were supposed to be hcs but it kinda got away from me a lil bit so i split them up into different parts, i'm sorry pls enjoy
lucifer (you are here) / mammon / levi / satan / asmo / beel / belphi / solomon
The avatar of pride is not very expressive.Ā
You never thought heād look at you like this, crimson eyes shimmering against the light of a flickering candle. The dim lights of Ristorante Six softened his usually sharp features but did nothing to hide the flush on his face while he kissed the inside of your wrist tenderly between sips of his demonus. The table he had reserved just for you was hidden from curious eyes and questions of who tore the mighty first-born away from his duties.Ā
The answer was, of course, the only person that could. You.Ā
He had called you to his office a few days earlier, nothing out of the ordinary for Lucifer. His lean frame sat at the edge of his desk, his eyes meeting yours as you entered with a soft knock on the door.
āLucifer, you wanted to see me?ā Your heart jumped in your ribcage when a small smile spread across his lips.
āYes, please have a seat.ā His tone was softer than usual, but itās you, how could he not be soft with you?Ā
You obliged, shutting the door and sitting in the chair in front of him. He took a moment to take you in. The way your eyes roamed around his office before settling on him, your fingers fidgeting lightly over the blazer of your uniform, your delicate smile.Ā
āAm I in trouble?ā Your eyes widen slightly, your smile dropping.
āWhat? I-ā Lucifer starts.
āMammon and I were just-ā
āmc,ā
ā-Trying to build a bonfire and it-āĀ
āNo, thatās not- wait, bonfire?!ā
ā-Just got a little bit out of our control and we-ā
āmc,ā He leans forward, his fingers resting on your jaw. Your mouth clamped shut quickly, goosebumps raising at his sudden touch.
āThat's not why I called you in here, dove.ā His voice was low and his fingers traced the line of your jaw, sending a whirlwind of emotions through you. Lucifer filed away the ābonfire incidentā to the back of his mind, deciding to interrogate Mammon about it later and focused on the beautiful human in front of him.Ā
āI wanted to ask you something important,ā He stated, dropping his hands to his lap, intertwining his fingers together. Your eyes followed the motion, quickly moving back to his face.Ā
You nod patiently and he clears his throat in response, pushing himself off of the desk. He circles around it, pulling his chair out and reaching underneath, pulling out an extravagant bouquet of roses. It was elegantly wrapped in white paper with a crimson ribbon wrapped around the long stems.Ā
āOh, Lucifer.ā You gaped at the beautiful flowers.Ā
āIām sure youāre aware of what I feel for you, I have not done so well at concealing it.ā He paused, sincere eyes meeting yours. Lucifer strode to you slowly, reaching his hand out for you to take. You comply, standing and placing your hand in his.
āPlease, allow me to take you on a date.ā He concluded, gently grazing your knuckles with his thumb.Ā
Your breath caught in your throat, resulting in a small gasp as you processed what he said. He waited patiently, eyes scanning your face for any hint at what was brewing inside that pretty head of yours.Ā
āYes,ā You break the silence, āYes, Iād love to.āĀ
His face split into the biggest smile youāve ever seen on Lucifer. He pulls your hand to his lips kissing your knuckles every so slightly, his eyes never leaving yours.Ā
And in the restaurant, there you were before him. In your eyes, there was a corner of existence that had gone undiscovered by him, the warmth and the yearning for something he had never known.Ā
What Ghibli movie reminds me of each of the brothers.
Lucifer ā Princess Mononoke
āThis is what hatred looks like! This is what it does when it catches hold of you! Itās eating me alive and very soon it will kill me.ā
I considered that this movie fits well with Belphegor also, but ultimatelyĀ IĀ decided to go with Lucifer because I thinkĀ thereāsĀ a big theme of pride and how it corrupts the forest and the humans. I love this movieĀ andĀ the relationship between Ashitaka and Mononoke also reminds me of MC andĀ LuciferĀ whereĀ thereāsĀ initially a lot of distrustĀ butĀ itĀ eventually turns into love.Ā
Mammon ā Castle in the Sky
āHe who turns and runs away can steal the treasure another day!ā
There are sky pirates and treasure hunting. Also, PazuĀ kind ofĀ takes a protecting role of Sheeta and helps her get where she needs to be, much like Mammon with MC! (At least he tries to.) Despite that,Ā I thinkĀ if Mammon was in thisĀ movieĀ heādĀ be a part of the pirate squad. DoĀ yāallĀ see the vision?
Leviathan ā Ponyo
āI love Ponyo whether sheās a fish, a human, or something in between.ā
Firstly, thereās the whole fish thing, Ponyo is a fish and Levi has fish-like qualities, his best friend Henry is a fish but I also think there's a parallel between Ponyo desperately wanting to be human and Sosuke helping her and Levi desperately wanting to be accepted by his brothers and MC helping him. (More with realizing he already is accepted, but alas.)
Satan ā Whisper of the Heart
āYou know, you read too many booksā
This movieĀ was whatĀ originallyĀ prompted me to make this post because it is just so Satan coded. A girl begins to notice a boy has always read the books before her at the libraryĀ soĀ she tracks him down only to find out the reason he reads all of these books is because he wanted to get her attention. What a nerd, I love it. Also,Ā there areĀ a lot of cats in this one as well as big themes of identity and finding yourself.
Asmodeus ā Howlās Moving Castle
āI give up. I see no point in living if I canāt be beautiful.ā
Obviously,Ā thereāsĀ the whole factor that Howl is vain as fuck and eventually learns that beautyĀ isnātĀ everything to life, but IĀ also think that Calficer and HowlĀ sort ofĀ remind me of Asmo and Solomon? They both made a pact when they were young andĀ didnātĀ really know whatĀ theyĀ were getting intoĀ andĀ nowĀ theyāreĀ justĀ kind ofĀ stuck with each otherĀ butĀ theyĀ donātĀ mind.Ā (I might have a WIP about this, wink wonk. >:D)
Beelzebub ā My Neighbor Totoro
āTry laughing. Then whatever scares you will go away.ā
This is a little sillyĀ butĀ TotoroĀ kind ofĀ reminds me of Beel. They both have that gentle giant thing going on for them.Ā BesidesĀ that, theĀ movie has some underlying themes and subtext about grief and lossĀ whichĀ especiallyĀ season 1 of OMĀ hasĀ asĀ well withĀ Beelzebub feeling responsible for Lillith and Belphie.
Belphegor ā Spirited Away
āIāve gotta get out of this place. Someday Iām getting on that train.ā
Spirited Away is a coming-of-age movie aboutĀ bigĀ changes in your lifeĀ andĀ likewise, Belphie deals with a lot of changes throughout the game. He goes from being a bitter little shit to being,Ā wellā¦ less bitter but still a little shit. (I say this affectionately.)Ā
Mammon would fuckin' love Pirates of the Caribbean. The treasure hunting? The cool ship? The epic love story?
"They're just like us," Mammon says, arm draped over your shoulders. You tear your eyes from Elizabeth and Will on the screen to scoff. "How are they like us?"
"Well, I'm Will, obviously. The troubled handsome pirate with a dark interestin' past," Mammon says, watching as Orlando Bloom fights a bunch of pirates on the screen. You smile slightly. Of course, he's comparing himself to the handsome likeable main character.
"And you're Elizabeth. My counterpart, who's always in desperate need of savin', is helplessly in love with me and will do anythin' for me- ah, stop pinchin' me!" Mammon whines and you let go of his arm. "That's genuinely the dumbest thing you've said today," you say and Mammon pouts, inching his face closer to yours. "Ya got Elizabeth's attitude as well," he says, pout morphing into a grin. You roll your eyes.
"Mams, you're Jack," you say and point at the dirty pirate, currently chucking down rum on the screen. Mammon looks as well, his jaw slightly dropping. "What?" he asks, with pretend hurt.
"Gambling issues, walks funny, talks funny, obsessed with treasures, frequently tricks people," you list off using your fingers to count. "What me to continue?" you look up and Mammon scoffs. His hand is placed over his heart dramatically as though youāve physically hurt him.
"Yeah, no thanks, let's just watch the stupid movie," he grumbles and you chuckle, poking his cheeks with his finger. A deep blush spreads all the way from his neck to his ears. "Come on, baby, don't be like that," you say and kiss the spot where you just poked. He turns his head to you, so his lips are where his cheek just was and you kiss him again, causing him to smile sheepishly.
"If I'm Jack, then you're my pearl," he says and you purse your lips. "You did not just compare me to a ship."
Your favorite time of day arrives past midnight, when Lucifer finally returns from his paperwork and joins you in bed. The crackling of the fireplace and the sound of his soft breathing fills the room, enveloping you both in a tranquil embrace. He lies on top of you hugging your waist, his head nestled on your chest, wings spread out, and his body fitting perfectly between your legs. One of your hands caress the back of his neck, while the other traces gentle circles on his scalp.
In this moment, the mighty Avatar of Pride reveals a rare vulnerability, finding solace and security in your presence. Despite his formidable nature, he knows that with you as his partner, he has found his safe spot.
Mammon is such a loser and I say this with the deepest affection. (I love loser men.) It took MC approximately 24 hours to make a pact with him and within day three he was practically already on his knees.
The reason I'm putting him as the easiest is because he often makes the situation worse for himself. He'll get flustered and then he'll get all whiny n shit, complaining about it.
Pros are that he'll return the affection 110% of the time. You'll give him a peck on the lips and he'll grab your face and give you 10 prober kisses.
Leviathan
Levi's face kind of speaks for itself, he's red constantly.
The reason I'm putting him under Mammon is because I think he just gets shy and leaves instead of returning your affections. You'll have to catch him in his room if you want some proper actionā¦ (wink wonk)
Belphegor
I think Belphegor is quite easy to fluster because bro is touch-starved. You'll put a hand on his thigh and he's a goner.
He gets very flustered, but he owns it. He'll tell you not to remove your hand, might even put his own on top of it. I also think heās shameless during day time naps, all bets are off once heās got you under the covers.
Satan
Satan wants to stay unbothered but he's also a weakling. He'll pretend it doesn't bother him whenever you lean in close and he feels your breath against his neck but his ears will get red and he'll clear his throat.
As soon as he gets you alone, he'll kiss you stupid until he's sure you can't remember your own name.
He's also the type to retaliate, he'll put a hand on your thigh as a warning and then slowly inch it higher, higher, higher- and oh, it's gone again! Hey, why are your cheeks burning?
Beelzebub
I think Beel is hard to fluster because he doesn't really care. You'll sit in his lap and he'll pull you closer, you'll compliment his body and he'll smile sheepishly and thank you. He 100% enjoys any affection you'll give him, but he just doesn't really get flustered per se.
If you want him to get flustered you have to be really upfront about it, thereās no playing around with this man.
Lucifer
In public, you will not get this man flustered. He'll do anything to save face and he will not react.
Within the walls of HOL, you might have a chance, but you'd have to be direct about it. We're talking plopping down on his lap, checking him out shamelessly, putting his hand on your ass. (Or putting your hand on his ass, hihi.)
Most of the time I think he'd just laugh at you and call you an attention whore, but if you catch him by surprise his cheeks might turn pink and he'll avoid eye contact for approximately three seconds before he's back to being himself.
Asmodeus
This one kind of goes for itself. In anon's words: he's a whore (affectionately). He's seen all the tricks, he's done all the tricks. He'll enjoy your efforts very much, a Cheshire-cat-smile on his lips whenever you try. He'll even teasingly "get flustered" if you complain that he's acting unbothered.
In all honesty, you should probably worry more about him getting you flustered. He's definitely not a stranger to hands wandering under the table or innocent kisses turning into something more.
He sees you one day, reviewing a book on your phone in the living room of HOL. He stands behind where you're sitting on the couch, peering over your shoulder, watching your finger press the four stars on the book you just read.
āWhatās that?ā he asks. You look back and smile at him, showing him your D.D.D. He leans down curiously, resting his hands on the back of the sofa while reading the words on your screen.
āItās an app where I can rate the books I read,ā you say. He reaches for your phone and looks at you for approval which you give with a nod.
He scrolls the app, checking out your reviews. āIsnāt it smart? You can give the books stars and write reviews and then you can look back on what youāve read!ā you exclaim, gesturing excitedly with your hands. Satan's gaze flickers from his phone to you and a light blush grazes his cheeks when he catches your excitement over books. āYeah, thatās pretty cool,ā he says, giving you back your phone while clearing his throat.
Now, Satan doesnāt really think he needs Goodreads. Demons have an excellent memory and most of the books on the app are human books, so heād have to write in Devildom books manually, but he figures it wouldnāt be all that bad to download the app just so he can see your reviews. Plus, he does read a lot of booksā¦
And boy, does he write the most scalding reviews. Everytime you see him rate a new book, you get genuinely concerned for the authors well being if Satan didnāt like the book.
I have lived for thousands of years and will live for thousands more and yet I wish I could regain the six hours I wasted on this horrible book.
I would rather spend a decade chained to Lucifer himself than read this horrible pile of shite again.
The plot was bland as fuck and the language barely did anything to make up for it, what a sad excuse for literature.
You come to look forward to these reviews, giggling whenever he gets particularly brutal. Itās a side of him you hardly ever see.
One day you recommend him a bad book on purpose, just to see what heāll do. Itās quite easy to blind side him because Satan hardly ever checks on whatās new in the human literature world.
When you get to notification that heās read it, you immediately press it, excited to see what heās said, only to find the review relativelyā¦ tame?
Your brows furrow as you read the half-assed text, complimenting the plot twist at the end. āDidnāt see it coming.ā It reads and you shake your head. That plot twist had been some of the absolute worst youāve ever read. Youād been excited to see Satan tear it apart and call on the lazy ending.
You recommend him another book that youāre sure heāll hate. Once again, the review is fine. Even the small following Satan has gained on the app seems confused.
This book is fucking horrible, why did he give it three stars?
Yeah, I followed him for his brutally honest reviews, but this is just weird.
You recommend him a bad book for the third time, just for good measure. āThereās no way heāll be able to pretend to like this one,ā you think as you innocently bat your eyes lashes at him and give him the book. Satan hesitates for a bit, looking down at the book. Then he sends you a tight-lipped smile. āYeah, Iāll give it a go.ā
Youāre lying in bed when Satan barges into your room. āSatan, what are you-ā he plops the book down in front of you on the bed and crosses his arms. āAre you doing this on purpose?ā A smile tugs at your lips before you think better of it and quickly fake a confused expression.
āWhat? I would never!ā you say and he rolls his eyes and begin pacing your room. His fists are rolled into tight balls, knuckles turning white. Heās kind of hot like this you realize.
āDid you not like the book?ā you ask and he stops pacing to just stare at you for a few seconds. āAre you serious? It made me want to rip my fucking eyes out!ā he shouts and you giggle.
Satan feels like heās going insane. Are you toying with him or something?
āWhatās going on?ā he asks and you shrug, sending him a mischievous smile. āI didnāt mean to tease youā¦ā you say. āI just liked your reviews on bad books, so I thought Iād recommend you a bad book on purpose,ā you begin to explain. Satan's mouth slightly opens and his brows raise at you.
āBut then your reviews were so nice all of a sudden so I just kept recommending-ā Youāre interrupted by Satan's manic laughter. Heās glaring at the ceiling, looking kind of insane in all honesty and you begin to wonder if youāve maybe pushed him a bit too far this time.
You wrap your arms around your knees as your bed creaks with Satan's weight as he sits down next to you. āAre you even aware of how much I had to hold back-ā Satan grumbles, while he draws closer to you. His brows are pinched and his eyes are flashing green.
āWait what?ā you interrupt. āYou held back because you didnāt want to upset me?ā
āNo!ā Satan huffs and scratches his head. āI mean I thought you liked those books,ā he says and pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes shut, while letting out a long breath.
āOh, you big softie!ā You chuckle as realisation dawns upon you.
āI am not a softie!ā Satan's eyes snap open again. āYou so are!ā You squeal when Satan is on you, so youāre pressed against the bed, trapped between Satan's hands on either side of your head. Much to your surprise he begins tickling you. āSatan, no!ā you yelp and try to get away from him, with no prevail.
āTake your punishment, human!ā The demon howls. Youāre gasping for air, lightly slapping his chest, in a fit of laughter. The side of Satanās mouth quirks up. āThis is the next best thing to eating you!ā
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