.✦The moment they fell in love with you!
Incl. luci, mams, levi, satan, asmo, beel, belphie (gn!r)
LUCIFER
❤︎ You anticipated his needs.
❥ You do things without him even asking — a blanket over his shoulders when he falls asleep at his desk again, a fresh cup of tea on his nightstand in the morning, a slick pass of notes during a meeting when he’s too sleep deprived to remember the announcement he was supposed to make.
❤︎ It’s the little things that he didn’t even know he needed, things that made his day that much easier. Not only was it helpful; it made him feel seen. One afternoon when you were both in the library and his breath hitched, you didn’t even look up when you handed him a tissue seconds before he sneezed.
❥ He was completely taken aback. You saw him in his entirety, and that small moment sealed the deal for him.
MAMMON
❤︎ You were at the dining table, the brothers doing their usual poke fun of each other. Mammon was getting the brunt of it, as usual, when all of a sudden you spoke up.
❥ “You do know he’s a lot smarter than that, right?”
❤︎ You went right back to your food like it was something casual, like defending him came so easily to you. All he could do was stare blankly at you, for once completely speechless.
❥ It wasn’t like he was some defenceless baby, if he couldn’t take the teasing he wouldn’t. But seeing first hand how you jumped in to defend him like it was second nature? and to see those good qualities in him no matter how much he acted like an idiot? Yeah, he was smitten.
LEVIATHAN
❤︎ You shared his interests.
❥ It wasn’t like you just tolerated them, and he didn’t feel like he was boring you when he rambled for hours about TSL. You genuinely enjoyed nerding out about your interests with him, and he’d never felt more connected with someone before.
❤︎ For a long time he hadn't had someone he could be his full, unfiltered self with, always afraid you would grow annoyed and tired of him — but you never did.
❥ Not to mention how much fun it was to find new things you like together, and seeing the smile on your face while you tell him all about your interests was what made him realize he wants to hear your voice for the rest of his life.
SATAN
❤︎ You fell asleep on him.
❥ It was something so simple, you probably didn’t even think anything of it, but it was everything to him. A fragile human, someone so weak in comparison to a demon like him — trusting him enough to fall asleep on him? He almost couldn’t believe it.
❤︎ He worked so hard to regulate himself; undoubtedly having the most control of his sin out of any of his brothers, all for others to still walk on eggshells around him. But you? You didn’t show an inkling of fear.
❥ You didn’t treat him like a ticking time bomb, and that was when he realized his true sense of peace came from you.
ASMODEUS
❤︎ It happened one plain old day when you had noticed him comforting someone in the dressing room at one of his modelling sets, offering his own supplies to them when theirs fell through.
❥ “You’re really sweet, Asmo.”
❤︎ Asmo was used to getting compliments; in fact he couldn’t name a day he went without one. So why did that one from you make his breath catch? He thought back to all the compliments you had given him, and realized they almost never related to his looks.
❥ He’s had self esteem issues since becoming a demon, always grieving his lost title of “jewel of the heavens”. No matter how many compliments he got he never felt satisfied; until they came from you.
❤︎ You helped him accept that he wasn’t reduced to nothing without his looks, and that was the day he fell in love.
BEELZEBUB
❤︎ You get along with his brothers.
❥ It was the night of one of his biggest Fangoll games. His brothers all made an appearance, and it brought a smile to his face to see how they always found time to show up no matter what.
❤︎ So when he spotted you there with them, fitting right into his family like the puzzle piece it had been missing — he fell in love on the spot. Beel was an easy guy, all he wanted was someone who would return just as much love as he had to give, and you never failed to.
❥ So sure he fumbled the ball because he was distracted with planning your future together, but there was nothing more important than his family, which he hoped you would become apart of forever.
BELPHEGOR
❤︎ You matched his energy.
❥ He knew he could be difficult, and he knew he only got away with it with his brothers because they still saw him as their innocent baby brother. But you? You called him out when he was being a jerk, matched his personality perfectly.
❤︎ He adored that about you. You weren’t someone who would take any shit. He didn’t have to worry whether you could handle yourself or not — whether you might be taken away from him one day.
❥ You were the one thing he wanted to stay awake for — the voice he wanted to hear as he fell asleep and the face he wanted to wake up to.
a/n: not sure if anyone’s watched The Good Place but I hope someone catches that ref in Lucifer’s :3 sorry for not writing much, I was super busy last week and spent my free time writing a Mammon fic I’ll be releasing soon! (hopefully…)
side character nut headcannons 😈 mains!
tw: nsfw ofc! this is crack and most of it makes 0 sense logistically but like it’s fun to get creative ok ( ;´ - `;)
Simeon cums so much to the point where theres still some dribbling out after a minute. I imagine he was probably celibate before you, so theres like centuries of build up to account for... .It somehow smells like vanilla?? and tastes sweet. It's so angelic that it will literally clear up your skin if you ingest it. Like medium thick consistency, if it gets on your face he gets super flustered and rushes to wipe you off all while apologizing a ton. Breathy, shaky moans of your name when he cums.
Overall Solomon's cum is pretty average. Average consistency, sort of salty taste, no strong smell, but does have crazy range to the point that you're convinced his cheeky ass is using magic to make it go where he wants it (he is). Now that all changes if he's recently eaten his own cooking. In that case, run. it's radioactive. it might be sentient. somehow burning hot and freezing cold at the same time. starts making hearts in the air on its own. bright purple like that fuckass 'stew'. wide range of sounds when he cums, but usually moans.
Diavolo’s cum is thick as hell, and doesn't have much range because of it. It mostly spills down his length in long dribbles instead of shooting out. Taste is always fluctuating but he tries to eat healthy to keep it tasting neutral for you, and same for smell. If it was possible I think it would taste faintly like cinnamon. Heavy groaner, and hes unserious so he may let out that loud ass laugh too.
Barbatos cums the perfect amount — not too much, and not lacking either. He doesn’t like dirtying you with it but if you ask nicely enough he would cum anywhere, and of course it tastes mild and doesn’t have a evident smell because he has a balanced diet <3 Doesn’t make much sound but you can see the cracks in his composure in the way his breath hitches, and on rare occasions even letting out low groans when he wants to show you just how good you’re doing.
Thirteen doesn’t have that but like if she did it would deadass be rainbow with star shaped sparkles in it. She’s just that perfect. I just know she would get creative and trace shapes on you with it. Anyway, she has great stamina and can go round after round, and her voice doesn't get high very often, but one of the exceptions is when she cums! Makes the prettiest face AND noises!
Mephistopheles cums in rapid spurts that just keep coming every time you think it’s done. It tastes salty, but no scent stands out. Thin consistency but it’s not overly watery or anything, and will get a bit flustered and carefully wipes you off when it gets on your skin. Also cannot make eye contact while he cums for the life of him. Surprisingly loud moans and sometimes whimpers when cums that he gets embarrassed about >.>
Raphael doesn’t cum a lot, it’s just your average load. Tastes good cause it’s heavenly and all that and smells just a tad bit sweet, but it’s super faint. Has impressive stamina and can cum back to back multiple times — acts indifferent about the whole thing but he will pull out when he’s about to cum to see it shoot on your face. secret freak Raphael anyone 👀? Barely makes sound when he cums, the most you get is his breathing getting heavy.
a/n: when I use simeon's angelic nut as a facemask so micheal lowk just smites me #worthit
request from @lynnstarstruck! sorry that this took 4ever :,)
⊹ ࣪ ˖ In which you wear a really fuckass outfit but they don’t know how to tell you. (blue texts are all luci except for the last one, that’s m/c in a different gc!)
a/n: so they did not in fact tell m/c….and as if any of them can be talking after those ido outfits 😬
yandere leviathan x reader imagine :b
tw: blood, mentions of violence, obsessive behaviour
It was late when you awoke to the sound of your door creaking open, so slow and carefully like whoever was entering your room was being careful to stay unknown. The noise broke through the quiet of the house, something that didn't happen often with the 7 demons.
You blinked against the harsh light of the hallway bleeding into your room, squinting until your eyes adjusted enough to make out the figure at your doorway.
He was shrouded in the dark room, features shadowed, but you could just barely make out the silhouette of his swishing tail and those familiar branched horns. "Levi.. .?" you called out, shoulders relaxing at the realization that it was just him.
Your nerves however, didn't calm, like they knew something you didn't. You felt anxiety creep back into you when he didn't answer, only standing there and staring at you — not speaking, not even moving. You let out a shaky, nervous breath, moving to switch on your lamp.
You weren't sure what you were expecting — definitely not a sight you would later try to tell yourself was just some strange dream, one the two of you would laugh about the next day — or maybe a mere figment of your imagination. Anything, really, was better than accepting the horrible sight of him coated head to toe in warm, thick blood.
Streaks of it splattered over his clothes like a modern canvas, the substance dripping down his face, chin, neck; coated over his hands like gloves of blood. In your shock it took you a moment to realize those were far from hands, they were crooked, sharpened claws.
You stared at him, sputtering over hundreds of possible questions that couldn't come close to explaining the sight in front of you. All the while he just stood there, eyes unblinking and raking over you in some twisted kind of admiration.
Only because the sight of you scared and uncomfortable made him feel physically ill did he finally give some sort of explanation, tone gentle and slow like you were an easily spooked animal. "That bastard," he started, lips turning to a scowl like just the mention of another person in your life made bile rise in his throat. "Got close to you, talked your ear off all class."
He stalked closer to you, tail swishing back and forth like the still hands of a clock counting down to your fate. Back and forth, the room suddenly feeling like it was caving in around you, leaving only you and him left in the aftermath.
"Took up all your time, took you away from me." He was on your bed now, moving closer to you until he was caging you in, lean frame feeling impossibly more predatory when he was in his demon form; when he was like this.
The blood on his face was dripping down onto your bed, staining your sheets, tainting you. He took your trembling hands in his, the dark blood dripping through the space between your fingers when he moved them to cup his face.
"I couldn't let that happen again,” His tail was coiling around you, keeping you trapped in place as if he were a snake restraining its prey to swallow it whole. "can’t let anyone take you from me." His breathing was rushed and uneven, chest heaving like the thought alone made him panic.
His eyes darted over your face, brows furrowing in worry at how petrified you looked. "Don't be scared, I did this for you," he insisted, voice cracking when you leaned away from him, panic shooting up his veins.
"No, no hey, it's okay," he placed his own hands over yours, interlocking his fingers with yours which created a horribly slick sound of blood. His eyes were desperate as he tried to sooth you. "I would never hurt you! come on, you know that right?"
He was a mess, tears dripping down his eyes and mixing with the blood covering his cheeks like blush. He was pleading and desperate, like he was the one who needed comfort in this situation. "Please, tell me you trust me. Tell me you love me."
You were frozen in place, fear filling your nerves like pin-needles and telling you to thrash, run, scream for his brothers, but you couldn't bring yourself to. He was so unstable and pathetic, sobbing at the mere idea of you hating him.
He was a cold-blooded, manic demon, but somewhere deep inside you saw this coming. That's why you caressed his face, thumb swiping the blood off his jaw with a tenderness you shouldn't have granted him.
He was cruel, he was sick.
He’s a demon. What did you expect?
"I.. ." you thought about it, realizing with empty acceptance that you truly meant what you were saying. "I love you, Leviathan."
He gasped, words dying on his tongue as a smile broke out on his face at the admission. He shook with the pure glee he was feeling, collapsing into you and chanting your name like a mantra. "M/c, I love you so much," he beamed, a smile so childlike on his face that you almost forgot the blood, the murder, the monster in front of you. "Nobody will ever take you from me again, okay?"
He lifted his head, staring right into your eyes for the first time without blushing and turning away. His gaze was serious and held a kind of devotion that made you uneasy, one reserved entirely for you. "Understand? For you, I'd do anything."
a/n: happy bday levi!! in honour of my bsf mishearing me saying ‘Leviathan’ as me saying “Joe Biden”. So close my hard of hearing queen Indianna!!
crowhybrid!mammon really loves when you touch his wings. Maybe a little too much…👀 series: 1,2,3,4
cw: gn!r, nsfw, wingplay, dryhumping, making out
So turns out birds are really horny animals. Well, your bird is.
You see, crowhybrid!mammon had recently upgraded from strange stalker to your strange, stalker boyfriend! He was endlessly clingy and still liked to watch you from afar sometimes, but the way he would switch from sulking to beaming in seconds when your eyes met his was far too charming to be mad at him.
And life together was great — he was constantly bringing you gifts you knew for a fact he stole, each fancier than the next. You make eye contact with something in a store window for even a second? Next day he’s offering it to you like it’s nothing, insisting he just stumbled upon it but stealing glances every few seconds to see you smile.
It was cute how he would act like he didn’t care when he so clearly did; if the way his shrine of your things came back 10x stronger until they filled his entire house was anything to go by. He really was a bad liar, which is why it’s no surprise you quickly caught on to the little secret he was keeping about his wings.
It all started on another day of his favourite activity: sunbathing. The feeling of the sun on his feathers was exceptional, and it was even better with you beside him — his wing draped over you and an arm slung protectively around your waist. His wings looked almost golden under the warm light, so soft you didn’t think twice when you reached out to touch.
Your fingers lightly danced over the feathers, a touch so faint you don't even know how he felt it but in a mere second his eyes shot open, whole body jolting as he let out a gasp.
At the reaction you immediately yanked your hand back, eyebrows furrowing in concern. “Shit, sorry, did that hurt?”
His wings twitched in response, half his face hidden from where his head was resting on his arms but you could still catch the faint redness on his cheeks. Was he embarrassed that he got startled? “No, it’s just.. .nevermind.”
“I’m sorry,” you apologized again. “I won’t do that anymore.”
“No!” He cringed at how high his voice got, immediately clearing his throat. “It just caught me off guard, that’s all. You can touch them.” To prove his point he adjusted to rest his wing right in your lap and laid there relaxed as ever, even letting out some sounds as your fingers danced across the feathers.
Your hands roam closer to the top where the appendages first sprout out from his back and he shudders, a quiet moan escaping his lips before he slaps a hand over his mouth. You laugh, honoured that you were doing such a good job at what must feel like a massage for him.
Curious, you move to see what the underside of his wings feel like, and at a single brush of your fingers against one of his lower feathers he gasps again, this time breaking into a long groan as his whole body twitches violently and low moans escape his lips. That was not a normal reaction to a massage.
You panic, maybe you weren't supposed to touch that spot? But wouldn’t he have told you about the places he didn’t want you touching? Why was he completely silent right now? Did you hurt him? “Mammon? Are you okay? I’m so sorry!”
He still doesn’t respond, just silently sits up until you notice the fucked-out expression on his face and the wet patch on his pants that makes you put two and two together in no time. He just came in his pants from nothing but you touching his wings.
You almost don’t believe it. “did you just—“
“Yeah.” he mumbles, his face so red it travelled to the tips of his ears. He tries to adjust so you can’t see the damp spot, but the damage has already been done.
“So touching your wings makes you—“
“Yeah,” he clears his throat. “They uh, they’re real sensitive.”
He’s humiliated and on the spot, this really isn’t a good time to but you can’t help it; you immediately burst out laughing. He looks like wants the ground to swallow him whole as you cackle, his frown deepening and the flush on his cheeks darkening.
“Shaddup! S’ your fault for touching them,” he grumbled, turning away from you to avoid eye contact.
“You let me touch them, practically begged me to by shoving them in my lap,” you pointed out. He ignored your teasing and continued to sulk, which made you feel a little guilty for laughing. “Okay okay, I’m sorry.”
When he continued to ignore you you glanced down at his wings, an idea popping up in your head. In seconds your hands were on him again, rubbing right at the spot on the underside that made him come undone just mere moments ago.
His breath hitched, and he let out a sound of protest before it broke into a moan. “Ha, w-wait,” he whined, his whole body jolting like he was trying to twist toward and away from the pleasure at the same time.
“Aw, is it too much, birdie?” you teased.
The nickname made him grit his teeth, and you nearly had the wind knocked out of you with how fast he switched your positions — pushing you onto your back so that he was looming over you, wings casting a dark shadow over you that matched his expression. So maybe you took the teasing a little too far.
“Oh I’ll show you too much, human,” he cursed, but his words held no real malice when his brain was too busy focusing on the pleasure of grinding against you, cock rock hard and desperate in his pants. Your lips met in a messy kiss as he pressed closer and closer to you like he wanted to merge souls.
Your hands didn’t leave his wings as he pressed his weight against you, trapping you underneath him as if you would ever run. The double stimulation was melting his brain as he rutted against you like he was in heat, groaning and gasping into your mouth. “Fuck, please don’t stop,” he whimpered.
And you didn’t, touch creeping higher and higher up to that sensitive spot right at the top, rubbing your palm along the longest feather in ministrations like if you were stroking his length. The implication wasn’t lost on his dazed brain and he shuddered, almost cumming right then and there.
His lips left yours with a gasp for air, a string of spit connecting your lips before he moved to attack your neck, sucking dark, possessive hickeys into your skin and nipping at the spots that he knew were the most sensitive. That combined with his hands exploring everywhere on your body and his tent rubbing against you perfectly had you unraveling underneath him.
The sound of your moans had his own orgasm crashing over him right after yours, the pleasure becoming all too overwhelming as sparks of pleasure shot up his spine and he kissed you with a sense of urgency.
He came with a cry muffled against your lips, talons digging into the blanket under the two of you as more cum flooded his boxers. He was panting, wings flailing away from your touch as he came down and overstimulation started to bleed in.
He collapsed beside you, wing draped over your body like a blanket. His breath was laboured, but he shifted to press a soft kiss against your cheek, tugging you closer against him.
“Mammon?” you ask.
“Yeah?” he responds, a big, dopey smile on his face.
In which crowhybrid!mammon finally returns what he stole, along with some hidden feelings. Parts — 1, 2,3(this!),4
“Guess you just have to come with me to my nest.”
That was the last thing crowhybrid!mammon said to you before swooping you up like a sack of potatoes — holding you in a bridal-carry as he soared through the skies, basking in the sunlight while you tried not to look down and prayed that no one you knew was looking out their window to see this.
You should’ve known those were the words that sealed your fate — he could drop you at any moment! But then again, why would he have saved you from that truck if he was just going to kill you anyway? Exactly, nothing to worry about. Nothing dangerous about letting a strange, thieving bird man who apparently knew where you live take you to his nest.
“Would you quit squirming? If I wanted to hold a worm I would’ve gone out earlier.” he joked, cutting through the silence you two had been in for the last ten minutes of flying.
“Haha, very funny, birdie.” you chuckled dryly.
He frowns. “My names Mammon.”
“Whatever you say birdie.”
He goes silent again after that and you can’t help but laugh at the pout on his face; like he was trying to think of a comeback but couldn’t. Finally after what felt like a good hour of your heart dropping every time you dared to look down you saw it — not the scrappy nest you were expecting, but a cliffside villa?!
The flapping of his wings slowed as he descended, landing square on his feet and setting you down with a surprising amount of gentleness. When he noticed your awe-struck expression he snorted, looking back to his ‘nest’ proudly. “What? Oh don’t tell me you thought I lived in an actual nest. M’not some kind of hobbit.”
He continued to laugh in your face as he waved his clawed hand for you to follow him across the deck, pushing open the doors of what looked like a rich supervillains hide-out with dramatic flair. The first thing you noticed was the interior was not nearly as nice as the outside — a selection of random, mix and matched things scattered all over.
The furniture was sleek and modern, but all the small accessories looked totally out of place, like that knit throw pillow on the couch that— wait, looked identical to one that had disappeared off your balcony months ago.
Noticing your gaze, he swiftly grabbed the pillow and cleared his throat nervously. “Uh, I’ll grab the necklace. Just give me a second here—“ he hurried off, moving to the only door that was shut in the place and opening it just a crack to get through before swiftly shutting it behind him.
Right. Totally not suspicious behaviour at all. Because what reason would he have to steal your pillow? Other than the fact that it was right in the open on the balcony that he swooped onto earlier with ease that made you wonder if he’s done it before — and oh, that he had already stolen from you before?
Not to mention his face when he saw it there, like you weren’t supposed to see it. The curiosity was too much — you walked over and swung open the door only to be met with a room filled head to toe with what was undeniably your stuff.
A sweater there, a waterbottle here. A flower pot where the poor thing had long withered, your rake?! It was like anything he could get his grubby, talon-like hands on he snatched up with no shame. How had you never noticed before? Even your favourite shirt was lying right there on his bed! Speaking of which, was that stain there before?
It was like a shrine, and right there in the middle was him and that damn necklace in his grasp — feathers ruffled up in alarm, looking like a kid caught in the cookie jar. It made you think back to when he first apologized for taking it, how he had turned pink in what you thought was embarrassment for being confronted but must’ve been the shame of knowing that was no where near the only thing of yours he had taken.
“Oh, hey [name].” He huffed nervously, backing away like a cornered animal. “Funny seeing you here!”
You cocked a brow. “What the hell is this?”
He blanked, eyeing the window like he wanted to make a break for it but decided to avoid being turned into grilled crow meat. “Human museum?”
“With only my stuff?”
He fumbled for an excuse for a few more seconds before giving up, wings drooping in defeat and looking down at the necklace in his hands. “Look- I,” he hesitated. “I saw you in the street one day when I was flying and I don’t know I just…there was something about you.”
Now that had you intrigued. “Something that made you want to rob me blind for months on end?”
Sweat beaded at his brow. “Heh, you see- I wanted to see you more but I didn’t want to scare you with the, ya’ know; wings and all, so I tried to keep my distance. But when I saw your stuff I couldn’t help it. I’ve always collected trinkets and whatnot, but all of a sudden all I wanted was yours.”
He cleared his throat. “I was fine with nothing but those pieces of you, with you not knowing I existed, but then you had to go and ruin it by almost getting hit by that truck! You really gotta look both ways, ya know? Anyway, when I saw that necklace I see you in every day, shining all bright like your eyes I just—“
He ran a hand through his hair, cheeks now dusted red at the humiliation of confessing all this. His hair looked so soft, you wondered if his wings would feel that way too if you ran your fingers along the feathers.
“Look, I’m real sorry. I’ll return all of it and never bother you again, I swear.” As proof he started scooping things up — some that you didn’t even notice at first — and you pretended not to see him freeze at the shirt and quickly toss it under his bed.
Something was still gnawing at you, though. “How do you know my name?” you asked.
He paused mid-way through fumbling to not drop multiple mugs, some of which you still had vivid memories of leaving to go grab something from inside and walking back out to see your morning drink was gone. “Huh?”
“When I came in here, you greeted me by name,” you pointed out, and you could tell he was mentally scolding himself for the slip-up.
”I uh- I heard one of the vendors you talk to in the morning say it. The florist.” he scratched his head.
That brought back yet another memory. “Wait, so those flowers that keep showing up on my balcony for weeks since I visited that florist, that was….”
He had his back to you now, trying to look busy but you could tell he was just avoiding letting you see how red his face was. “You kept staring at em’ and you know, least I could do for robbin’ ya.”
This was all insane. You should leave. Go back home, pretend this was all some whack dream, maybe call the cops and hope they don’t transfer you to a therapy clinic’s cell instead when you try to explain a bird-man living on the side of a cliff has been stalking and robbing you for months on end.
You really, really should.
But he was also really, really hot.
And sort of sweet in his own, questionable way. Plus, you had never cared much about that necklace; in fact you were pretty sure you stole it from a Claire’s when you were a kid. Deep down you knew the reason you let him take you here was because he caught your attention from the start.
So really, who could blame you when you instead chose to close the distance between the two of you, lips meeting his in a soft kiss. It catches him so off guard that he drops the arm-full of your things but neither of you care as he melts into it — instantly placing his hands on your waist.
When you pull back his face is flushed, eyes glossy and looking at you like you were a prized jewel. “This mean my courting worked?”
You snort. “That’s what you call courting?”
“It worked, didn’t it?” He grinned, diving right back in to meet your lips again with a big, dopey smile on his face.
a/n: okay so the world building in this is butt. Dont ask me how they got from readers apartment to a whole cliff in a short amount of time…I was too busy thinking about mammon dick to care. And yes he did do what you think he did with that shirt…be glad that’s all he got his hands on 😥
Part 2 of the crowhybrid!mammon shenanigans! pts: 1 3, 4
crowhybrid!mammon who hasn’t left your mind since he vanished with the wind, your prized necklace, and your dignity that day. I mean seriously, what was his deal? Stalk you for weeks, chivalrously rescue you from meeting your end to a coca-cola delivery truck, then stealing your necklace and flying off like some mob version of Big Bird?
you refused to let it end like that. You were going to find him, take your necklace back, and shove it in his smug, feathered face! There was just one small problem: you had no idea how to locate a bird man who could be anywhere from a pawn shop to a casino by now. But not to worry, you have a plan! One that involved crows and a whole lot of bird feed.
“Here birdie,” you cooed, holding out the seeds in your hand to the crow perched on your balcony. They always circled your place at around this time — you had tried to stop feeding them a while ago, but you couldn’t resist those adorable beady eyes.“you see a weird looking crow lately? You know, a big one; maybe had one too many fillings of nuts and berries?”
No response. Not like you were expecting anything anyway, but anyone you told about your strange encounter with the mysterious jewellery-thieving bird man looked at you like you were so insane that trying to talk to animals seemed right up your alley at the moment.
Maybe this was a lost cause — perhaps he would soon be nothing more than a memory you would look back on and convince yourself was just a weird dream. After all, he did look straight out of one — white hair that looked soft to the touch, blue eyes that seemed to have hints of gold in them when the sun hit, and of course those beautiful dark wings on his back that you wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch.
“Something on your mind?”
You screamed at the sudden voice behind you, causing all the ravens to panic and fly away in a frantic, scattered mess of black feathers. You whipped around, making eye contact with none other than exactly what was on your mind for weeks now.
“Don’t just pop up behind me like that you psycho!” you shouted, annoyance creeping in at seeing him so calmly sat on your fire escape steps, legs stretched comfortably like he owned the place.
He chuckled, grinning at you like an old friend. “You talk to birds and I’m the crazy one?”
“You are a bird!”
“Half bird,” he corrected, leaning back and placing the back of his head in his hands. His smile faded, and he bit almost nervously at his lip for a moment, like he was lost in thought. “Look, I’m sorry I stole your necklace,” he mumbled, the tips of his ears turning pink.
You raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? A month late apology is your choice of action?”
He frowned. “Do you want it back or not?”
You paused. This guy was seriously getting on your nerves, but this was probably your only chance to get it back; even if it meant having to cooperate with a rude crow currently lazing on your fire escape like it’s a quality beach chair.
“Fine, I accept your apology. Now give it back.” you made a grabbing motion with your hand.
He sighed dramatically, and it’s like you could hear the final strands of your patience snapping. “I don’t know…” he complained, “I don’t feel like making so many trips.. .hard on the wings.”
Your eye twitched. “So?”
He smiled innocently, but you could see the devious glint in his eyes. “So, guess you just have to come with me to my nest.”
a/n: tbh I think I like writing him more than I like dragon!mammon….stay tuned for part 3! It’s gonna get good ;) (for anyone waiting for smut, I regret to inform it won’t be happening until pt 4, sorry to all those who I’m blue balling 😔)
crowhybrid!mammon x gn!reader. Parts: 1(this!) 2, 3, 4
crowhybrid!mammon who you were 99% sure was the source of the gaze you’ve been feeling on you for the past 2 weeks. You had already made the educated guess that you were being stalked by day 3 of your nervous system screaming at you that there were eyes on you, but you really weren’t expecting the culprit to be….well, whatever that is.
Inky black, sharp looking fingers that looked more like talons than anything, small feathers sprouting from the sides of his face and a pair of large, beautiful wings on his back. He was something out of a movie — or more like some creepy old folklore, if you were being honest.
You had so many questions, like who is he, what is he, and why has he been following you and staring you down for weeks on end? You were happy to convince yourself you were just hallucinating and carry on, but then he had to go and prove he was far more than a figment of your imagination.
It was the start of week 3 with the bird man still! watching you when it happened. You were crossing the road, too distracted looking at a commotion up ahead that you didn’t look — only hearing the blaring sound of a horn seconds before something grabbed the back of your shirt and yanked.
crowhybrid!mammon who just saved you from being turned into a heap of broken bones by a semi-truck. When you turned around to look at him, your expression stuck in shock as you tried to process how you were seconds away from becoming a red smear on the concrete — he just glared, feathers literally ruffling in annoyance.
“thank yo—“
“Idiot.”
You blinked. He didn’t even give you a second to respond to the insult before he was flying off, leaving you to stand there and look around like an idiot for anyone who could vouch that they also just saw the strange, apparently very rude bird guy and you weren’t just losing your mind.
Instead of finding any witnesses, though, you find your neck feels a little emptier than it did before. You feel at your collarbone in disbelief to find that your necklace is gone. Sure as hell, when you look up there he is, up up and away with your precious jewelry shining in his thieving little grip.
You don’t even know what to say.
“You feathered fuck!! Give that back!”
You don’t miss the different kind of bird he flips you as he flies off into the distance.
a/n: this is the stupidest thing I’ve ever written I’m giggling but like.. .comment if you want a part 2...? 👀
