ZERO

Mammon Simp, She/They, 21

[zero-ino]

*MC helping the new human exchange student around RAD

MC: So that’s the cafeteria over there and oh-

*sees Simeon and Luke and waves

*Simeon approaches and greets both of them

Simeon: Hello to both of you (as he glows in all his glory)

New student: Jesus Christ

MC: No, that’s Simeon.

[majiatto]

the brothers aren't really the best at showing that they love each other sometimes, which is especially true when they fight.

harsh words were exchanged, items were thrown, lotan was nearly summoned and at the end of it all, none of them want to talk to each other and keep insisting that "the others are all such unreasonable pieces of shit", or something to that effect.

it made you worry all day, seeing them stare daggers at each other and refuse to talk at all during dinner. you were too scared to talk at all yourself, worried you'd set them off again. the tension was so thick you could barely breathe.

but then, when you flopped down in your bed and opened up devilgram to distract yourself from such an exhausting day, you came across one of those "i would choose you as my brothers in every universe" reels by chance. the cute childhood photos, the sentimental music, the whole shebang.

and just above the account's username, the profile pics of all the brothers were floating in a nice little group. you even clicked on the little cluster to find that every single one of the brothers had liked this reel.

it seems they didn't account for the fact that the new update made your icon appear publically in the bottom left corner of reels you liked at some point.

you smiled to yourself, vowing to not remind them about this and taking a cheeky little screenshot. just for safekeeping.

it's little things like this that make you realise that all is well, even if they fight.

[cheekpockets]

A Greedy Type of Kindness [Mammon/Reader]

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Notes: Written for @mammonslittletreasure :3 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Pronouns: You

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It was a disaster. 

Mammon had spent days on his surprise, his jealousy fueling his energy, staying up all night, half the time not even eating properly – heck, he hadn’t even once looked at Goldie since he’d become so obsessed with his project. And whenever you or one of his brothers asked what was wrong?

“I’m number one!” he would half growl. “I ain’t letting some dumb stupid fluffy thing defeat me.”

At first you’d wondered if, perhaps, he’d been thinking about the plushie incident again, but the more the hours passed the more obvious it became that something was genuinely bothering him. He’d even locked his bedroom door, refused to open it when you called him, even when you told him you missed him he simply responded he’d make it up to you soon.

When you’d questioned how soon that really was, he’d said nothing and you’d been left dejected at his bedroom door, sighing deeply. 

Even Lucifer was out of ideas, when he’d said he’d up Mammon’s spending limit for the month if he’d just eat a full meal and be loud and argue with the others, Mammon had, at first, debated it, before declining and saying his work was far, far more important than any of that.

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t spent any money – there was a rather large charge for a shop he’d never been to, which when you’d gone to inspect it, simply found an empty building instead. If he’d been scammed in some way you’d all know about it fairly quickly – and hearing mutterings that the last customer in the store had spent so much the owner was able to take a nice, long vacation and had closed up the shop entirely, you realised what had happened. Sort of.

The only thing you were left to do was to wait until he was done with whatever he was working on, and though Leviathan had insisted it was going to be some new dumb money making scheme, you weren’t too sure that was the case. At the least, it gave you time to work on your own little project.

Just before Mammon’s change in behaviour, Raphael had appeared with Simeon and Luke all bearing matching keychains – little versions of themselves, complete with little uniforms and halos. When you’d admired it and asked where they’d gotten them from, knowing Mammon’s absolute obsession with keychains, Raphael had said he’d made them as a little project to try some new techniques and materials. 

At first you’d felt yourself deflate, but a moment later the angel (who truly was a saint in this case) had offered to teach you how to do it yourself. You’d initially thought spending time with Raphael was what had caused Mammon to behave in such a way, but even days after you’d stopped, he was still like this–

And so colour yourself surprised when that evening, while you were sitting on your bed trying to find another way to bring Mammon out, your door flew open with a loud crash and a large figure threw themselves at you. You’d relaxed instantly when you’d realised it was Mammon, your hand instantly going to rest on the top of his head, running through his hair as he buried his face in your lap.

“I quit… I give up. I’m a failure.”

“Mammon…?” you murmured, staring down at him in worry.

It was strange to see him like this: Mammon was an incredibly resilient person, you were positive he’d bounced back from things far too easily than anyone else ever could, even when something got him down it rarely lasted long, and it was certainly never like this. Your heart twisted and you swallowed thickly, resisting the urge to scoop him up into your arms as he hugged your waist and thighs tightly.

“I thought it’d be easy but… all I do is made a mess… I’m sorry.”

“Mammon, I have no clue what you’re talking about,  you’re going to have to explain.”

He heaved a sigh and shifted so he could peer up at you. His eyes were red, not that he’d been crying but from tiredness and exhaustion, and you felt your heart sink more. Maybe you should get him to rest first, but he also needed to eat, and to bathe, and–

“You’re a mess.”

“Shuddup,” he grumbled, burying his face back into your lap. A few moments passed before he sighed again, sitting up, knees folded under him, on your bed. “I saw you with Raphael that day, stupidly happy with that dumb keychain of his.”

So it was jealousy over that?

You opened your mouth to reassure him, but he carried on talking before you could. 

“And I heard him say he made it… and you looked… so darn upset I couldn’t stand it at all,” he gulped down, clenching his fists in his lap, pulling at his jeans. “All I knew was right then I had to do anythin’ I could to fix that, but….”

“Mammon-”

“It’s really hard,” he sighed, messing up his hair with a soft, frustrated growl. “I tried for days, followed tutorials and guides, I did so much damn reading and I can’t do it!”

“Mammon-”

“Look!”

Mammon huffed loudly, whipping out a patch of crochet fabric from his jacket which, well – there was… vaguely a shape. Kind of. Maybe.

“I jus’ wanted to make you happy and I failed at it.”

Oh what a sweet dumbass.

Unable to help yourself, a small laugh left your lips. You didn’t mean to, and quickly gave him an apologetic smile as you stood up. “I promise I’m not laughing at your efforts, Mammon, I’m… actually incredibly touched you’d go to such efforts, but you’re not a failure and…  you wouldn’t need to make that to make me happy.”

“But you looked so upset and… if it was something I could buy for ya I would have done….”

“You make me happy just by being with me, Mammon, and besides-” you paused, rummaging around your backpack for the keychains you’d made yourself. Tiny crocheted versions of you and him, you’d even put a charm in the hands so when they were next to each other they’d hold hands. 

You offered them out to him, one sitting in each hand, your cheeks burning as you awaited his response. Mammon simply stuttered, eyes wide as he watched their hands snap together; you never got over how darn cute the charm was, and you made a mental note to thank Satan again for helping you find it. 

“I… had Raphael teach me how to do it, because I know you like keychains and… you always buy yourself things so… I thought it would be nice to ha-AH!”

Your explanation is quickly halted when Mammon launches himself at you, yet again, this time knocking you onto the floor in a tight hug. You hug him back, making sure to hold onto the keychains tightly behind him. 

“Is that why you wouldn’t even eat? Mammon… I don’t want you to do that to yourself for my sake.”

“But I just….” he sighed softly. “I want to be the only one to make ya smile… I know I’m overbearin’ and too much and-”

“Mammon,” you replied firmly, pulling back from the hug so you could stare at him. “You’re absolutely never too much. In fact, I think you’re just enough.”

“You… really mean that?”

“Of course,” you smiled at him, placing a soft peck on his lips and chuckling when his whole face turned bright red. You hoped he’d never change his reactions to you kissing or touching him. “And I… happen to like how greedy you are with me,” you slowly admit, lowering your voice. This time it’s your turn to blush as you quickly hide your face in his shoulder. “It makes me feel really treasured.”

“Yeah well it should!”

A small snort escapes you at his sudden surge of confidence, but you’re thankful he’s back to his usual self. “Please though, Mammon, you really need to take a shower. You absolutely stink.”

“W-wh… what!”

“I’ll get you some dinner while you clean up, and then we can snuggle all night… if you want to, anyway.”

“Course I wanna! I missed holdin’ ya all night…” he trailed off, sitting back so he could raise his arm to smell his own armpit – recoiling quickly. “Okay… perhaps I do… need to shower.”

“I got your favourite ramen, I’ll make you two cups of it, exactly how you like it.”

“Did I ever tell ya that you’re the best?!”

You laugh again, quickly kissing his cheek. He did tell you, frequently. That was the thing about Mammon, he always seemed to think of you before anyone or anything else, not a day, hell, not a minute went by that you didn’t feel so utterly and completely loved by him. It was almost too easy to indulge in his kindness, in his greedy desire to spoil you to the point of no return so that you’d look at him and depend on him more than anyone else.  Sometimes it was just in how you’d catch him staring at you in class, only for him to quickly look away, cheeks red. Of course, he’d soon turn back to look at you, a silly, lovestruck grin on his face that you knew and loved all too well at this point. Other times it was how he’d always look after you when you ate out, he'd always order for you before himself, when he went shopping he’d always buy you something, too – and he’d always remember anything you’d mentioned in passing. A book, or a film you wanted to see, or a place you wanted to eat at – always he’d remember, and always he’d make your every want come true.

[zephyrchama]

Mammon is highly possessive of you. It shows in all gestures big and small. From insisting you take the window seat so you're less visible from the train aisle, to wresting you away from his slimy brothers when they get too close. He takes out predatory loans to buy you a little something when you're feeling down. Usually treats and getaways. They're rumored to bring lovers closer together when shared, but you don't need to know about that. He reminds you that he's your first - that means he needs to be the priority in your life. Don't you forget it.

Mammon is also incredibly tsundere. "Whaddya think you're doing!?" he'll exclaim, pushing you away. His cheeks are as red as his savings account. "Tryin' to worm your way into my arms like that? Ain't never heard of a human as bold as you."

Except, he forgets that he's the one who grabbed you. Curled his arms protectively around you and pulled you into his chest as if shielding you from rains of hellfire. Guarded you from prying eyes of lesser beings and swept you away somewhere more secluded, all because a random salesman grabbed your shoulder. Only he's allowed to touch you like that. Only when his heart is ready.

[vylosinbound]

Slipping into sleep

MC falls asleep in front of the brothers

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor

Genre: Fluff / Slice of Life / Comfort

In the Devildom, it’s always night, and for a human like MC, the lack of sunlight can become exhausting. With different rhythms and endless-feeling days, it’s not unusual for MC to suddenly collapse onto someone… even at the most unexpected moments.

How would each brother react?

LUCIFER

A soft, elegant melody played in the background, keeping you company alongside two glasses of fine demonus, one of Lucifer’s favorites. In his study, your voice had grown quieter and quieter until you finally gave in, leaning against his shoulder with a slow, deep breath.

Lucifer paused mid-sentence, his gaze drifting down to you.

“...Really? Now?”

he sighed softly, though a small, fond smile tugged at his lips.

The truth was, the warmth of your body against his affected him more than he cared to admit.

He watched you for a moment, then set his pen aside and slid an arm around you, pulling you closer to better support you.

“...You’re so fragile sometimes. But with me, you’re allowed to be.” His voice was low, barely above a whisper.

Lucifer continued his work with careful composure, though every so often, his eyes would flicker back to you, as if to make sure you were still breathing easily.

MAMMON

You were lying together on the couch, watching one of his favorite movies (a loud, over-the-top action flick), and Mammon was in the middle of an animated rant about how he could "take that guy down in five seconds flat", when he felt a soft breath against his chest.

You had completely collapsed, curled up against him. "Hey... MC...? You even listenin’—oh..."

His cheeks instantly flared bright red. Mammon bit his lip, barely holding back the urge to wake you up just to see that confused little face of yours. Instead, he tightened his arms around you, heart pounding wildly.

"Sleep tight, babe..."

The words were whispered so quietly he was sure you couldn't hear them, a sweetness he only ever let slip when he thought you were fast asleep.

LEVIATHAN

You had been gaming in his room, surrounded by piles of plushies and anime merch. At some point, your controller slipped from your hands, and you slumped against him, fast asleep. Levi froze instantly, his entire body stiff with panic.

"O-OMG... MC?! W-what do I do?!"

He was sweating bullets, heart racing, mentally flipping through every "how to handle sleeping MC" trope he had ever read in fanfics. Finally, he cautiously, so cautiously, laid a trembling hand on your hair, stroking gently.

"I-it's fine... you can sleep on me if you want..."

His voice was barely a whisper, but the tips of his ears were burning bright pink.

SATAN

You were reading with him in his room. His voice, calm and deep as he read aloud, had an almost magical way of lulling you to sleep. Without warning, you leaned against him, your breathing slow and even.

Satan noticed immediately and smiled to himself. "You really are precious, MC."

Without a word, he pulled a blanket around you and kept reading, this time just for you. His voice softened even further, a silent promise to guard your dreams.

ASMODEUS

Asmo had been showing you some new skincare products, excitedly chatting about face masks and beauty routines. You leaned into him, clearly exhausted.

He gasped, then giggled softly. "Aww, my darling MC… completely worn out! So cute!"

With infinite care, he repositioned you comfortably against him, running his fingers through your hair in slow, affectionate strokes.

Every now and then, he pressed tiny kisses to your forehead.

"Sleep well, love. You're in the best hands possible."

BEELZEBUB

Beel was munching on a snack after training when you slumped beside him, yawning.

He noticed right away when you leaned into his side, falling asleep without a second thought.

"Oh... MC fell asleep?"

He set his food down quietly and wrapped his massive arm around you like a protective wall.

Beel didn't even dare to move too much, afraid to disturb you. He simply sat there, holding you gently, feeling the slow rhythm of your breathing against him.

BELPHEGOR

Belphie was already half-asleep, of course. But when you curled up against him and buried your face in his chest, a smug little smile appeared on his lips. Without even opening his eyes, he tightened his arms around you, pulling you even closer.

"Yeah... right where you belong..."

He nuzzled against your hair, completely content, and let himself drift into sleep with you tangled securely in his arms.

[silverrings-n-prettythings]

Obey Me! Cast - Glomping

Request: How do you think the obm boys would react to a expressive MC that likes to jump/glomp them in joy/fear/etc? 💖 a/n: Glomping? Haven't heard that term in years. I had so much fun writing this, thanks for sending it in, maybe I'll have to do the unstable and royals too. Words: 2.5k

𝔏𝔲𝔠𝔦𝔣𝔢𝔯:

The first time it happens, he’s genuinely caught off guard

Early on in your stay at the House of Lamentation you learned first hand how destructive Beel could be if one of his prized puddings or snacks disappeared from the fridge, as soon as his loud growl shook the walls you turned heel and booked it down the hall, and as soon as Lucifer was in sight, no doubt to rope in the common, was when you jumped.

“Lucifer! Help! Something’s going on in the kitchen!” You rush out, inching closer to his face with each word in urgency, legs locked firmly around his waist while your arms were locked securely around his neck, oblivious tot he way the corner of his mouth and brow twitched 

Needless to say an ominous purple aura filled the hallway while he smiled uncannily, promptly getting you to scurry away as Lucifer inched slowly towards you. The scolding thereafter only scared you away for a few weeks.

Over time he gets more used to it, but you’ve opted to only do it when no one else was around for the sake of the Pride avatar (and the sake of the household)

“MC.” He sighs wearily the time you glomped his back while he poured over paperwork in his room. “We’ve talked about this.” Although his chastising is contradicts the small circles into your arm he thinks you’re unaware of

Lucifer had been scarce lately. Between his duties on student council and with Lord Diavolo you had only seen flashes of him during the day, but you could see the toll it was taking on him. With quieted footsteps, you enter his room, something the brothers wouldn’t dare to do. Through the cracked door you can see him, his back turned away pouring a glass of late night demonus next to a stack of old paperwork. “Stop sneaking. Just come in” He said without turning his back. You deflated in defeat, thinking you were being sneaky. Oh well, you think, before running and jumping. GLOMP. You land on his back and he huffs at the contact. “Hi.” You teased. “MC” he sighed wearily. “We’ve talked about this.” Despite his words he made an attempt to move you, instead he brought his hand up to clasp your wrist, silently enjoying the warmth. 

𝔐𝔞𝔪𝔪𝔬𝔫:

Oh man

Man is COOKED

WELL DONE

He’s a mess, tripping over his words, screeching out words faster than his brain can produce

“JUST WHADDYA THINK YER DOIN’ HUMAN?!”

He tries to hide his fluster with a firm scolding, something something about how it’s dangerous for a weak little human to just go jumping on demons, scoffing to the side to try to hide the heat he’s wearing on his face

But the second he sees you doing it to one of his brothers? NOT on his watch.

“Whaddya doin?! Get off her!” “She jumped on ME, idiot.” “MC get off him!”

He pulls you to a corner, rubbing at his neck nervously and unable to meet your eye. He had planned to tell you that you can only do that to HIM cause HE was your first (pact– that is, although he always omits that part) but as soon as he starts, he gt’s too embarrassed and ultimately mutters a “nevermind– damn.” and pouts in his room the rest of the night.

He sees you coming? Best believe he’s shoving his brothers out of the way so you glomp him

He gets real shameless with it too, at first he makes excuses: “Hey– thats my Grimm on the ground– oh MC! Ah~” but then later will just straight up hold his arms out with a big dopey smile waiting for his prize. (Too bad Asmo got to you first)

In hindsight, it was hilarious. As if it happened in slow motion, the second your feet left the ground time slowed, you watched Mammon's dopey grin spread as wide as his arms preparing to catch you, the other faces all souring, and just before contact, Asmos soft skin came into view. His hand landing on Mammon’s face and pushing it away, his cheeks and lips jutting out and following behind as he fell to the ground; Asmo catching you and squealing in delight. But Mammon had left to lick his wounds, and that saddened you. So after dinner (one which Mammon had skipped) you snuck off to his room, gently knocking as not to alert anyone.

“Mammon,” You whisper. “Let me in, please.” And you have to bite a laugh at his expression when the door swings open. He sighs. “Whaddya want, MC?” There it is, he won’t look at you. You answer his question with a smile, arms spread open wide and squatting low as if to warn him, when he catches on he perks up immediately. GLOMP. His arms wrap around you quickly and shut the door, moving quickly to sit on the couch with you in tow. “Haha. Missed me that much huh? Don’t worry, there’s plenty of the Great Mammon to go around!”

𝔏𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫:

Very similar to Mammon, minus the faux bravado, and dialed up to 10

He screamed. Actually. Everyone thought Asmo had broke another nail 

Then he ran away, with you still attached to his waist

Unfortunately, since he was covering his face in shame– and therefore his eyes, he ran into a wall, knocking you both over, and he ended up on top of you. As soon as he came to his senses, and saw you nose to nose with his own, his face turned an even brighter shade of red, hiding the streak of blood that ran out of his nose, before he stumbled back up and locked himself in his room for 2 weeks.

It took a lot of coaxing at his door, both in reassurance and new manga and video games to lure him out, followed by a 30 minute lament of “I probably felt so gross, why would you ever hug a loser like me, a pathetic shut in, you probably think I’m so weird aaaahhhhh!’

As the relationship progresses, and you spend late night gaming sessions with him in the safety of his room, he lets you win so you get so excited you’ll do it again. He blushes hard every time, trying to cover his mouth with the back of his hand, and when you notice this and try to give him space, you feel his long tail coil around your legs.

He won’t dare look at you, and you won’t dare mention it, but you’ll gladly stay curled up to him as you start another round.

You couldn’t help it. He just looked so cute, standing there and rambling about the lore on the newest TSL novel. His fists balled in passion, eyes glossy with earnesty. The cuteness overload was too much, and before you know it your feet carried you to him, jumping high and fast, landing on his side, arms locked around his neck while your legs locked around his waist. “Oooooo, Levichan you’re just so cute, stop!!” You squealed as you rubbed your face against his, metaphorical pink hearts flying around. Levi.exe short circuited and he paused as his face got redder and redder, fingers twitching and heart stopping. “AAAAHHHHHH!!” He screamed while running away, taking you with him, a cacophony of cackling from his brothers fading slowly away. “Oh man, he’s gonna take weeks to recover!!” Mammon huffs while wiping the salty tears from his eyes. “I got it on camera!! Look at how cute they are~~” Asmo fawns as he looks at his phone camera roll.”

𝔄𝔰𝔪𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔬𝔲𝔰:

Lol

YOU’RE cooked

You would gladly throw yourself onto the Avatar of Lust? Willingly? Do all humans so easily step foot into a trap gleefully?

Asmo squeals in glee, his body writhing at the contact

Absolutely cops a feel, several feels in fact. Nuzzles into your neck and sniffs your hair and his fingers press into your sides

It takes several of the brothers to pry him off of you

He’s got a very unapologetic smile and big glossy eyes as he tosses you a wink and blows a kiss

Definitely tries to recreate the scene multiple times a day. “Ooohhh~~ I'm out in the open I sure hope MC isn’t around~~ Oooh my back is so exposed right now~~ <3 “

This was bad. Bad, bad, bad, there wasn’t enough time to stop you. The brothers watched it happen in slow motion; your earnest gaze and bright smile, hair swishing around with the movement, and Asmo’s predatory gaze, eyes darkening with lust, licking his lips and wiggling in excitement as he waits for his prey. If there was a real-life soundtrack to the scene, Ave Maria would be playing as each brother spread out, tripping over heels and breaking glass in a vain attempt to stop you. But it was too late. As quick as you landed, Asmodeous gripped you iron tight, his manicured hands squished and rubbed any place they could, his face nuzzing into the crook of your neck, your body jolting at the tickled pinch to your bottom. “Oooooh~ MC~ You little minx~” Asmo delights, freely roaming the expanse of your clothed body. “Mmmmm you have such a nice build, why don’t we take a bath? I’ll wash you, dearest.” He continues as the brothers scream and fight while they attempt to pry you off. “If you’re good and don’t squirm too much, I’ll reward you~” He whispered in your ear.

𝔖𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔫:

Many brothers warned you about Satan, especially when they discovered your little habit of throwing yourself onto them at any given moment

Satan was the last to be glomped for this reason

However, one day when you passed your RAD exams, with his help, you couldn’t help but burst into his room, he was pouring over old books floating about his room, abruptly turning around at the intrusion, ready to claw at the intruder, but quickly changing his tune when he saw it was you

GLOMP - you stick to him like a koala, telling your tale about how you passed every exam with flying colors, before realizing what you’ve done

“Are you bonding with me?” He smiles fondly down at you and pets your hair. “You’re like a little kitty” he observes and squeezes you tight 

He will get embarrassed if you do it around others, telling you to get off him without making a move to remove you from himself

“SATAN~” You shriek with glee, landing on his chest and locking your legs into place, your hands coming around his neck to pull his face closer, as if you’re going to whisper a secret to him. “I did it! I passed everything, all thanks to your help! At first I thought I was gonna fail- for sure, but thanks to you I knew everything! I was even the third person to finish!!” Every word brings him closer, until he’s nose to nose. The closeness reminds you of all the warnings, and you have a feeling you’re going to be in it deep now. A bead of sweat rolls down your temple, but as you're about to carefully let yourself down, you feel Satan's hands hold you in place. “Are you- are we bonding?” He inquires with hopeful eyes. The once sharp angular features of the Wrath Avatar melt away into soft smiles and blushed cheeks. “Ivve read about this, cats do this. You’re so-” he closed his eyes to take a breath and stow his overflowing emotions. “You’re just so cute!” he all but shouts at you, petting your hair and laughing with joy.

𝔅𝔢𝔢𝔷𝔩𝔢𝔟𝔲𝔟:

Absolute unit of a demon hardly notices 

To glomp the massive wall of meat is like trying to glomp Mt. Everest

Its not that he’s so focused on food, its that he’s just so much muscle. One would notice a fly land on them

The first time he looks over his shoulder, in the middle of his snack. “Oh, hey MC.” He says with a blank expression before wordlessly feeding you a piece of his snack.

He’s confused, but chalks it up to something humans must do, he doesn’t mind at all

He will just continue about his day, walking around without like youre a backpack, at least- until your arms get tired and you drop off

When he sees you running at him he’ll make sure to squat down a bit so you don’t hurt yourself trying to jump up, extending his arms out to catch and secure your legs around his waist, then going about his day with you attached 

The other brothers do not take kindly to this lmfao but don’t challenge him

“Beel! There you are!.” Your voice puls his attention away from the saddened empty contents of the fridge. Calmly, he angles himself toward you, squatting low with arms out to catch you. As soon as you make your landing he stands to his full height, bringing a large hand under your thigh to secure it around his waist and then moving both hands under your bottom to take the stress away from your muscles, instead lending his strength to hold you up. “I missed you!” You admit, securing your arms around his neck. He smiles sweetly, telling you he missed you as well. The sound of his stomach reverberates throughout the kitchen, feeling the rumble against your core. “Sorry…” He looks away apologetically. But you know better, your tongue sticks out in focus as you root around in your jacket pocket, presenting a fresh bag of snacks for him with a sweet smile. You hand feed him while he hums contentedly, praising you for being the best. You begin to sway as he walks, turning heel down the hall. “Where are we going?” You inquire. He offers a bright smile, “To my room.”

𝔅𝔢𝔩𝔭𝔥𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔯:

“You’re heavy” He mutters. Makes no move to get you off

Often gets knocked over by the glomps, not because you’re heavy or strong, but because this demon is simply too tired to keep himself up (plus that ends up getting you to lay atop him while he dozes off)

Eventually stopped carrying his pillow around because he’ll just use you hen you glomp him, using his rare energy and strength to promptly pluck you off and maneuver you into his side and fall asleep. Good luck trying to get him off

Beel usually has to come to the rescue  

“Oof.” Belphie coughs at the unexpected pressure on his back. “...You’re heavy.”“Wake up sleepyhead!” You chirp in his ear. “...no.” is all he provides before you feel an unexpectedly strong grip pull you from his back and maneuver you in such a way that made you a brand new, shiny flesh pillow. You stare at the ceiling (when did you end up on the ground?) as soft snores tickle your ear. Oh, he was out. Any attempts to wriggle out of his grasp were in vain. “Yeah, sure, I’m the heavy one” You mutter out into space, laying and staring at the ceiling while thinking about your life choices.

[zephyrchama]

Mammon on the dance floor is a stunning sight. An absolute trend setter. The dude's got moves for days and knows he's hot stuff.

It always amazes you. When he's finished dancing, you make sure to tell him how cool he is. Way cooler than the time he tried to slide across the bathroom floor in only socks and underwear and knocked over a shelf of glass jars. He claims not to remember but surely recounting the story over and over will jog his memory.

[fandoms-x-reader]

Code 10-65 (MC M.I.A.)

Requested Anonymously

Summary: The brothers get into a fight / heated exchange with MC, and MC ends up going missing / getting injured. The Seven Demon Brothers x Reader Word Count: 9,648 TW: Mentions of blood / kidnapping

Lucifer was someone who always had an appearance to uphold in front of the other denizens of the Devildom.

His status was something that you admired about him. Lucifer did a good job of helping Diavolo run things in the Devildom and you couldn’t imagine a demon who was more perfectly suited for the job.

But, you had to admit that the facade he put up in front of others could be annoying at times.

You knew that it was part of his sin - he always had to put his best foot forward and present himself in the most perfect way possible.

But, you wished others got to see the real side of Lucifer. The side of him that he mainly reserved for your eyes alone.

You didn’t mind that Lucifer only dropped his guard around you, but it would be nice to be able to have some intimate moments in public without Lucifer worrying about the opinions of others.

And this infatuation that was caused by his pride was also the very thing that caused the two of you to get into an argument.

You were at RAD in the middle of the class that Lucifer was teaching when he mentioned a cave nearby in the Devildom that had some of the most unique magical items in the entire realm.

You were just trying to be proactive in the class so you expressed your interest in wanting to see the cave for yourself.

But, your excited smile faltered when you heard a few of your classmates snicker at your statement before telling you that you wouldn’t stand a chance at surviving because you were just a weak human.

You were offended by their words. After all, you might be a human, but you were far from weak. You managed to get the seven demon brothers to agree to pacts with you and your magic was far more powerful than those students could even imagine.

You could see the glare in Lucifer’s eyes towards the students and you were grateful that he was there. At least you knew one person had your back.

Seeing you mistreated was something that Lucifer would never tolerate, so the glare that he was sending them, while much more dangerous looking, was a mere warning to tell them to stop talking.

The students seemed to notice the way that Lucifer was looking at them so they quickly stopped laughing, but then one of the students turned the cards against Lucifer.

They asked for his honest opinion on if he thought that you - a human - could make it through the cave.

And now Lucifer was in a tough spot, because he wanted to defend you with his life, but the cave was not something that should be taken lightly.

He truly believed that a human wouldn’t survive the cave and if he said that he believed you could - then his credibility would be tainted and his pride couldn’t have that.

You waited patiently for Lucifer to defend you and you couldn’t help but feel a small pang of betrayal as Lucifer agreed with the students.

All he had to do was tell them that he believed in you - that you could do it if you put your mind to it. Why couldn’t he do that?

The students once again snickered and Lucifer avoided making eye contact with you for the rest of the class, knowing that he was going to pay for that mistake later.

You left the class as soon as the bell rang and Lucifer didn’t blame you. He knew that you were mad at him and that you wouldn’t want him escorting you back to the House of Lamentation today.

But, you weren’t going back to the House of Lamentation yet.

Ever since you got to the Devildom, people have been doubting your abilities. They had been treating you like a child who couldn’t do anything on their own and you were tired of it.

For once, you just wanted to prove them wrong - to prove to them that you were as strong and brave as you believed yourself to be.

So, you went to the cave on your own. Lucifer had shown everyone where it was on the map so you knew exactly how to get there.

And if things got bad, you would just summon one of the demon brothers. Just not Lucifer. You could only imagine the proud smirk he would wear if you had to call on him for help and admit he was right.

The cave itself was pretty simple to get through and there were wonderful treasures surrounding you. Cursed items and grimoires that you would have never dreamed of existing. 

All you had to do was grab one and bring it back with you and then everyone would know you were able to conquer the cave with no trouble.

You decided to choose the least conspicuous item, something small that didn’t radiate too much magic.

But something unique enough that people would be impressed with your feat.

You smiled softly at the item before putting it in your bag. Time to leave.

Suddenly the entire cave shook and you nervously looked around as a creature started appearing in front of you.

Lucifer never told you anything about the guardian of the cave - a creature that only appears if someone tries to steal the magical artifacts.

You didn’t even have time to think of a move before the creature attacked you, sending you into its eternal prison for your crime.

Lucifer got back to the House of Lamentation relatively late compared to when he usually arrived.

He wanted to give you ample time to cool down so that the two of you could have a proper conversation.

When he entered the building, Asmo was the first one Lucifer encountered.

“Lucifer! Is Y/N with you? I want to go shopping with them,” Asmo said with a smile and those words caused Lucifer to pause.

“They aren’t here?” Lucifer asked his younger brother. Asmo shook his head no before replying, “We all got here a while ago - we thought they were with you.”

Lucifer’s eyes were wide but everything about his demeanor remained calm on the outside.

On the inside, he was panicking as the realization of where you went dawned on him.

Lucifer was gone in a flash without even telling Asmo where he was going. He was silently cursing himself as he made his way to the cave, hoping that he would find you there and that you would be okay.

When he got there he searched every inch of the cave and when he didn’t find you his heart began to race.

For once, the calm and cool Avatar of Pride was beginning to panic at the thought of losing the love of his life.

He noticed some of the artifacts moved from their original position and that’s when he realized what must have happened.

He immediately summoned the guardian of the cave and demanded it release you. It was as simple as that.

After all, everyone is scared of making Lucifer angry - that was one thing his status in the Devildom was good for.

You were pulled out of the eternal prison and placed on the ground in front of Lucifer. You were asleep because of the magic and Lucifer’s heart broke at the sight of you.

He carefully picked you up and carried you back to the House of Lamentation where he laid you in his bed and took care of you until you woke up.

As he watched you sleep, he couldn’t help but blame himself. If he had just defended you like he knew he should have, then you would have never gone off on your own.

When you finally started to stir awake, Lucifer gently stroked your cheek with a loving yet pained smile. He hated seeing you like this.

“You’re awake,” he stated, relief washing over his features. You nodded your head as you began to recount the previous events and you felt deeply embarrassed. You couldn’t believe you had been so reckless.

You locked eyes with Lucifer expecting him to say I-told-you-so or to have a proud look in his eyes, but all you found was worry.

Lucifer couldn't care less about being right about the cave. All that mattered was that he had gotten you back safely.

“I’m sorry,” you tried to say, but he shook his head no in response. “I should have defended you against those students. I let my pride and reputation cloud my judgment and I nearly lost you because of it. I’m sorry,” he replied, his red eyes shining with more sincerity than you had ever seen them hold.

You carefully sat up and Lucifer helped you, making sure you were okay. When you were finally sitting upright, you pulled Lucifer into a hug and he gladly reciprocated it.

“Thank you for saving me,” you told him, barely above a whisper and his worries were washed away with your words, replaced with love and admiration as he pulled you closer.

From this moment forward, Lucifer would make sure that his pride never got in the way of your relationship and he would make sure that everyone at RAD knew that you were his and they were not allowed to mess with you.

Mammon wasn’t even sure why the two of you were fighting.

He had come home from an extremely late night at the casino in pretty bad shape.

He bet a bunch of money that he didn’t have, thinking he would win so it wouldn’t matter. But, then he lost.

And they expected him to pay up. But, he didn’t have any money so they took to roughing him up instead.

You had stayed up the entire night waiting for him, worried out of your mind. You were just praying that he would come home.

And when you saw the state he was in, you couldn’t help but scold him as you tended to his wounds. It was all coming from a place of love, and he knew it.

But, he was so used to having to defend himself against Lucifer.

He didn’t even realize he was being defensive until after the fight.

A simple argument that was meant to express your concern for Mammon turned into a heated exchange of words between the two of you and Mammon went too far.

He knew he went too far as soon as the words left his lips and he saw the look of hurt on your face.

But, he didn’t know how to fix it. He didn’t know how to take it back and he didn’t know what the right words to say were as he watched you storm out of his room.

He sat in his room in silence for an hour, thinking that you just needed some time to cool off. He figured you probably went to your room just to get some space from him.

The hour he spent by himself, he was going crazy.

Every inch of his body craved for him to go to your bedroom door and apologize.

He just wanted to hold you in his arms and tell you how sorry he was; but, his fear of you slamming the door in his face is what made him wait.

When he finally mustered up the courage to apologize, he knocked on the door quietly a few times but there was no answer.

He let out a sigh as he thought you wouldn’t even open the door. But, Mammon was stubborn and when you refused to open the door after a few more knocks, he invited himself in.

He let out a small gasp as he took in your bedroom. The lights were off, the bed was still made, and not a single item was out of place.

You weren’t there - you hadn’t been there all night. And now Mammon was panicking, because if you weren’t there then he had no idea where you went.

He rushed throughout the house asking if any of his brothers had seen you, even going so far as to wake some of them up.

Satan and Asmo were the most mad about that but when he explained that he couldn’t find you, they were all on board with searching for you.

After the fight, you decided you needed some air. You knew that you shouldn’t have scolded Mammon like Lucifer would have, but you couldn’t help it.

You were so worried and when he came home injured, it sent you over the edge. You loved Mammon so much and you were worried about what would happen if he wasn’t able to escape from someone he owed money to.

You were just trying to express that concern, but you knew that he wouldn’t take you badgering him as soon as he got home well.

You had only meant to step out for a moment to collect your thoughts. You were only going to take a quick walk around the block.

But, you weren’t expecting the demons that were lying in wait for a chance when one of the demon brothers wasn't with you.

It had taken three days for the demon brothers to get any kind of lead for you and Mammon hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep the entire time.

He just kept thinking about how he would promise he would never go to the casino again. Hell, he would promise anything you wanted if you were alright and they could find you.

When his brothers told him of the possible location, he was there before they could finish talking.

He had never felt so grateful to be the fastest in his life as he approached the location.

His heart stopped beating when he saw you on the ground there. He held his breath as he hoped that you were alive with everything he had.

When he approached you, he saw that you were injured but alive.

He let out a huge breath of relief as he gently scooped you into his arms and the way you weakly said his name broke his heart.

“I’m gonna get ya’ out of here,” he promised as he felt you fall asleep. 

He quickly took you back to the House of Lamentation where everyone quickly tended to your wounds.

They left him alone as he waited for you to wake up and as you lay on the bed in front of him, he just kept whispering, “I’m sorry.”

When you finally did wake up, you saw Mammon sitting next to you, holding your hands. He had deep circles under his eyes and his eyes looked bloodshot.

“Hey,” you said quietly and Mammon let out a small laugh in disbelief.

“Hi,” he replied, as he placed a couple of kisses on the knuckles of your hand that he was holding.

You noticed the tears that rushed down his cheeks as the relief of you being awake set in and you wanted nothing more to comfort him.

You gently pulled him into the bed with you and he looked down in shame as you carefully wiped his tears.

“I’m okay,” you reassured him causing him to finally look into your eyes.

“Ya’ almost weren’t,” he replied and you let out a small sigh. You couldn’t argue with him there.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered and you shook your head no. “We both said things that night,” you replied.

“But I shouldn’t have been at that casino anyway,” he stated and there was a moment of silence before he added, “I promise I won’t ever go again if you promise not to leave me.”

You let out a small chuckle at his words before telling him, “I promise I won’t leave you, Mammon. And you can still go to the casino. Just, maybe when you have more money and not all night.”

He nodded his head, agreeing, as he pulled you into his arms and rested his head on top of yours.

He wished he had done this that night instead of fighting with you. But he was glad that he got the chance to do it again.

Because you meant everything to him and having you in his arms was everything he ever needed.

It was amazing how riled up Levi could get when it came to a game or anime that Levi adored.

His brothers knew how to push the Avatar of Envy’s buttons and Mammon was especially the worst when it came to messing with Levi. 

Whenever Mammon was bored, Levi was usually the one who Mammon targeted for some entertainment.

And unfortunately, the second-born had decided to drag you into his scheme this time.

You weren’t even sure what was really happening at first. All you knew was that Mammon had approached you, wearing a devilish smile, and asked you to go to Levi’s room with him.

One thing led to another and before you knew it, Mammon was bragging about your gaming skills and he was telling Levi that he could never beat you in a game because you were just that much better than him.

You could see the fire burning behind Levi’s eyes at every word Mammon spoke, and before you knew it, he was fuming.

The two of them started exchanging heated words towards each other and you could see Levi’s sin starting to come into play.

Mammon had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he did everything he could to push his brother over the edge just to see what would happen. Troublemaker.

The next thing you knew, Levi was setting up a game and challenging you to a match against him.

You weren’t sure how it got to this point, but you were too far in thanks to your first demon that you couldn’t back out.

And Levi’s sin clouded his judgment when he chose the game for the two of you to play.

He wanted to prove to the two of you that it took more skills than pushing buttons on a controller to be the best at video games like Mammon claimed you were.

So, he chose to play the new game that he had just ordered from Akuzon - a real life survivor horror game.

Before you could protest his decision, the game had started up and three of you were transported to a world beyond the reality you knew.

You knew nothing about the game and you were starting to panic a bit now as you realized Mammon had gotten you in way over your head this time.

But neither of them seemed to notice your discomfort, still snarling at each other and arguing.

And now you were starting to get annoyed because if this was anything like Levi’s other games, there was a possibility that you could actually die in this world.

And you were going in blind, with no expectations of what was after you or how to beat it.

And as these thoughts piled up more and more, you got more and more frustrated at the sound of the two demon brothers arguing.

You finally snapped at them after another moment to try and get them to realize the gravity of the situation you were now in.

But, blinded by his jealousy and anger, Levi began arguing with you this time and with your current frustrations, you couldn’t help but fight back.

Levi had a sharp tongue as his words bit into you unnecessarily. You weren’t even the one who started this fight in the first place. You were just a bystander.

But before you could respond to his insults - and before he could apologize for them - all of the lights went out around the three of you and anger was replaced by fear.

You could hear something moving around you, but you couldn’t quite make out what it was.

You let out a muffled scream as you felt something grab you from behind, covering your mouth with one hand and using its other arm to drag you away.

You could hear the two demon brothers calling out for you, but you knew it was too late.

 The lights came back on as soon as you were taken away and now Levi and Mammon were looking at each other with wide eyes that were full of panic as they processed what just happened.

“We have to find them,” Levi stated. “Don’t ya' think I know that,” Mammon replied.

“We’ll have to split up or we won’t get to them in time,” Levi responded.

Mammon hated the idea but agreed. Your safety was on the line and he was going to do whatever he could to help you get out of this situation.

They went their separate ways and Levi’s heart was pounding with anxiety. He was confident in his skills in these kinds of games - that’s why he bought them.

But, he never had such a big risk factored into the game. He was a demon who could most likely handle anything the game would throw at him.

But, you were just a human. He wasn’t sure how long you could last in this game and your safety banked entirely on his skills at completing the game quickly.

He wanted to focus solely on getting you back, but his self-deprecating thoughts always had a way of clouding his mind as he began blaming himself for putting you in this situation in the first place.

He knew how dangerous this game was, but he didn’t think before starting it up.

He should have taken a moment - he should have kept you safe instead of trying to prove a point.

The idea of losing you because of one judgment error that was influenced by his sin was enough to make tears start to sting in his eyes. He couldn’t lose you. Not now - not ever.

He quickly snapped himself out of those thoughts. Focus on the mission at hand.

There would be plenty of time to be down on himself later - once you were safe.

Levi raced through the entire game, taking on every challenge with unbelievable skill. If he wasn’t so worried he’d be excited about getting the fastest clear record.

He finally reached the dungeon area and took out the final boss with almost no effort. The Grand Admiral of Hell could be scary when he wanted to be. 

He finally found you in one of the rooms, passed out.

Levi felt a wave of relief wash over him when he laid eyes on you, but his guilt only worsened when he saw the blood coating your arms and legs.

Luckily, they were minor injuries and you would be okay. But you got hurt because of him and it was something he could never forgive himself for.

The three of you were transported back to the Devildom, and as the scenery around him changed back to his room, Levi noticed Lucifer standing there, looking angry beyond belief.

Lucifer ordered Satan to tend to your wounds while he gave Mammon and Levi a very long lecture.

And there it was again - that familiar spark of jealousy at Satan being the one who got to tend to your wounds.

But look at the mess his sin had just gotten you all into. He didn’t have the right to be jealous when it was his jealousy that got you hurt.

Satan tended to your wounds pretty quickly, glad to see that things weren’t worse.

You had bandages on your arms and legs, but overall, you could move and the wounds weren’t that deep.

Levi showed up at your door a little while later and when you opened it, he refused to look at you out of the shame he was feeling.

You couldn’t help but feel sympathetic towards him. His sin was just as hard to control as the other brothers and Mammon had pushed him but you were sure he was only blaming himself for what happened.

You invited Levi in and he immediately started apologizing profusely.

You couldn’t get a word in, so to stop his rambling, you gently took his hand in yours and he finally met your eyes as his body started short-circuiting at the contact.

You bit back a smile at his reaction and told him sincerely, “I’m okay, Levi. Look - just a couple of bandages.”

Levi had never felt so grateful that you didn’t hate him for what happened and you led him over to your bed, not letting his hand go.

You wanted to distract Levi from the thoughts that always threatened to cripple him, so you asked him to watch anime with you. It was the least he could do, right?

Mostly, you just wanted to spend time with him and Levi couldn’t have been more excited.

You noticed him glancing at you throughout the night and you did your best not to lock eyes with him, knowing that if you caught him staring he might flee the scene.

But, he couldn’t stop admiring you and your resilience. He made a promise to himself that night to never let you be put in danger again; and, if you were in danger, he would be the one to save you again - the only one.

The Avatar of Wrath was one known for having outbursts at the smallest things

So, it should have been no surprise when he lost control in front of you.

You had made a simple mistake in which one of his books had gotten damaged and despite you apologizing profusely, he still lost his cool.

And you weren’t sure how to react, because while you had seen Satan take out his rage on others, he had never taken it out on you - not like this.

Part of you was in shock, and the other part was defensive because it really was a simple mistake.

But, Satan was in a blind rage and before he could stop himself, he had said some really hurtful things and had even broken some things in his room.

You were hurt, angry, and a bit scared of Satan so you fled the scene, needing some time to yourself.

You left the House of Lamentation, not wanting to see any of the other brothers either. You just needed a moment to calm down.

You decided to go for a walk and just took off in a random direction. You didn’t care where you were going.

All you cared about was getting away from the House of Lamentation for a while.

You should have paid more attention at RAD when they were going over the terrain of the Devildom because, after about thirty minutes of walking, you realized you were lost.

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t even notice the scenery had changed from the normal lights to you being completely surrounded by trees.

You let out a small shaky breath as the realization that you were in a bad situation suddenly dawned on you.

You surveyed the area around you, trying to find anything that might look familiar to you, but you were completely lost.

You could hear the Devildom creatures skittering through the forest only adding to the eerie atmosphere and making your heart beat faster.

You turned around and quickened your pace. You never made a turn, so if you just went back the way you came from then you should return to the House of Lamentation.

You walked for an hour in that direction and then you paused. You had only walked thirty minutes away from the House of Lamentation, so by now, you should have been back there.

But, still, the only thing that surrounded you were trees. You felt panic starting to settle in as you realized that you were completely lost and you desperately looked around as you tried to decide which direction to walk in.

Back at the House of Lamentation, Satan had finally started to calm down and with every ounce of rage that left his system, it was replaced with guilt.

You were the only person he never wanted his sin to affect, but he lost control.

The book was one he enjoyed reading, but he could get another copy. Besides, no book would mean as much to him as you did.

Satan immediately began searching the House of Lamentation for you but only found Beel in the kitchen instead.

“Satan, what are you doing here?” Beel asked and he was a little taken aback by his question. He lived there? Was that a sufficient answer?

Seeing his slight confusion, Beel clarified his question by saying, “I thought you were with Y/N.”

“I’m trying to find them,” Satan replied and now it was Beel’s turn to be slightly confused.

“They’re not here,” Beel replied and Satan’s heart skipped a beat.

“Where are they?” Satan asked, doing his best to stay calm but his voice was beginning to shake.

“I saw them leave. I thought they were meeting up with you,” Beel replied, a bit confused as to what exactly was going on.

Satan didn’t waste any more time as he quickly exited the House of Lamentation and now it was his turn to panic as all the worst possible case scenarios began playing through his mind.

Satan thought very analytically. He could find you. He would find you. He just needed to take a breath and think.

It had been several hours now since you left the House of Lamentation and you had given up hope of finding your way out of the woods any time soon.

You hadn’t dressed for a long trip through the Devildom woods and you were freezing now. You had multiple scrapes across your body from tripping and falling due to your exhaustion and lack of visibility with how dark the Devildom was.

You slumped against a tree and fell down to the ground, taking a few breaths to try and regain your energy as your eyelids started growing heavier and heavier.

You knew that you shouldn’t fall asleep there, but you couldn’t stop it and before you knew it, you were completely passed out.

Satan searched everywhere. He refused to give up until he found you. All he could do was hope that you were okay when he did find you.

It took time, but eventually, he came across you sitting on the ground, slumped against a tree and not moving. 

Satan’s blood ran cold as he saw your form. From where he was standing he couldn’t see if you were breathing so he immediately rushed over to you, gently taking your head in his hands as he called your name.

His voice immediately woke you up and you slowly opened your eyes meeting striking green ones.

Satan let out a deep breath of relief when he saw you open your eyes and he carefully scooped you up in your arms.

Your head rested against his chest and he told you, “Get some rest. I’ll get you home safely.”

You were immediately comforted by his words, whatever fear you had of his rage dispersed by the way he lovingly held you and made you feel safe.

When you got back to the House of Lamentation, Satan set you on his bed and started tending to the scrapes you had obtained. 

There was a bit of a tense silence between the two of you, neither one of you knowing what to say to each other.

“I promise, I will do everything in my power to never let my rage get out of hand towards you again,” Satan stated after another moment, keeping his eyes fixed on your injuries.

You could see the look of sadness in his eyes and you knew he must have been kicking himself for this whole situation.

“I’m sorry for damaging your book,” you replied, wanting to apologize as well but Satan shook his head.

“All that matters is that you're safe,” he replied as he finished with the first aid kit, setting it aside and sitting next to you on the bed.

He immediately pulled you into his arms, and kept you there, relishing in the warmth you provided. He could have lost you tonight and he didn’t know what he would ever do without you.

You hugged him back before reassuring him, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Asmo wasn’t one who typically argued with you. He loved you so much and only wanted you to love him back.

So he did anything and everything he could to make you happy.

And the biggest thing that made you happy was getting to spend time with Asmo.

While he was more than happy to oblige, dedicating his time to you also meant taking it away from the things that he used to do regularly to help keep his popularity status up.

Of course, Asmo had his group of loyal fans who would support him to the ends of the Devildom without requiring him to post on FabSnap or Devilgram regularly.

But, he’d be lying if he didn’t say that his popularity had certainly taken a hit lately.

You understood that having his fans was important for Asmo. He wanted to be loved by everyone and he could get really down in the dumps about himself if he wasn’t.

You tried to be supportive and not complain about the lack of time you had been getting with Asmo.

But now you were sitting alone in a restaurant, waiting for Asmo to show up, feeling embarrassed as you texted him.

This was the third date in a row that Asmo promised he would meet you, only for you to show up and have to wait for him. 

He would either be extremely late or not show up at all and his excuse was always something to do with his livestream going on for longer than he thought it would or that he was taking extra time to make sure his look was perfect for pictures.

You knew that these kinds of things were just part of Asmo’s charm but you had been sitting at the restaurant for two hours now and you were beyond frustrated. 

You decided to give up on the date idea and texted Asmo as much before deciding to take a walk around the Devildom.

You were fuming as you walked around the Devildom and you only got more irritated when Asmo texted you to innocently ask why you had canceled the date.

Asmo’s obliviousness as to why you were upset somehow made you even more made because you knew that Asmo wasn’t doing anything to intentionally make you mad.

You were stuck between a rock and a hard place. On one hand, you missed your time with Asmo and you wanted to express your need for him.

On the other hand, you didn’t want to come off as unsupportive or ask him to take time away from something he loved.

Your mind was racing with these thoughts, clouding your awareness and distracting you from your surroundings.

You continued to walk, almost mindlessly, as you attempted to sort through your internal dilemma. 

After a while, you decided to take a breath and reset - being stuck in an endless loop wasn’t going to help you solve anything.

You leaned against a nearby wall and took a look around yourself, trying to figure out where you ended up walking.

But the more you looked, the more you realized you didn’t find anything that looked familiar to you at all.

Your mind began to race again, but this time the thoughts were purely about all the things that could go wrong while you were by yourself in an unfamiliar part of the Devildom.

As you tried to figure out how to get out of there, you heard a group of demons approaching and your heart skipped a beat as you prepared for the worst.

Meanwhile, Asmo was searching everywhere for you.

You had opened his message and you never replied to it - and that was something you never did.

He gave you a few minutes to respond, hoping that you were just really mad and typing out a long message.

But, when it didn’t come, he promptly ended his livestream and went out to find you himself.

He searched around the restaurant and asked anyone he saw if they had seen you and eventually, he was pointed in a direction.

He tried his best to keep a clear mind but it was a difficult task as more and more possibilities of things that could have happened to you continuously popped into his mind.

The demons had approached you just as you believed they would. Not everyone believed in Diavolo’s exchange program like most of the students at RAD.

One of them had attacked you and you dodged it just in time, gaining a deep wound on your arm but protecting yourself from any fatal blows.

You thought that they were going to attack again when Asmo suddenly appeared out of nowhere, looking more angry than you had ever seen him.

You could see his lips moving so you knew he was talking, but you couldn’t hear what he was saying.

Whatever it was, you watched as fear crept into the faces of every single one of the demons before they eventually all scurried away.

You let out a breath of relief at their disappearance and Asmo turned to face you.

The anger immediately dissipated from his eyes, replaced with worry as he frantically looked at your arm.

It was only a gash on your arm, but Asmo would have everyone believe you were about to die.

He helped you get to the House of Lamentation where he was even more of a drama queen.

He started crying for help as soon as the door was open and when you were met with his brothers, Asmo’s face would be covered in tears as he begged his brothers to help you.

It was really overdramatic, but at least you knew that he cared.

Asmo held your hand and gently stroked your hair as your arm was tended to. He wanted to be there to comfort you, but you could tell he was uncomfortable by the way he winced whenever he caught a glimpse of your wound.

Once it was completely bandaged up, Asmo took you to his room and laid with you on his bed. He brought you as close to him as he could, making sure your injured arm was resting on top of him so that it didn’t get bumped around.

You were even deeper in your internal dilemma now. If Asmo hadn’t shown up when he did, you might not have made it. He saved you - so did you have a right to be mad about everything that happened before that situation?

Asmo could practically hear your mind racing. He knew that something was bothering you and he hated it.

“Are you mad at me?” Asmo asked. It was the only thing he could think of that would be causing you to think so hard. You let out a small sigh as you tried to find the right way to word things.

“No, Asmo. I’m not mad. I just - I miss you,” you replied and he could hear that your words carried a heavier weight than usual.

He stayed quiet for a moment, hoping you would continue on your own, but when you didn’t say anything else, he begged you to talk to him.

You knew that now was the best chance you were going to get to explain how you felt and you told him everything that had been bothering you.

Asmo was taken aback by your words. He had no idea that you were feeling like this and it bothered him more than you could ever know to find out he was the reason you were feeling like this.

Nothing was more important to him than you. You were the only one who brought love and light into his life and whether he had a million fans or none, it wouldn’t matter as long as he had you.

Asmo told you all of that but you also wanted to stress the fact that you didn’t want him to stop what he loved. That would be just as bad.

The two of you lay in bed for a while as you both brainstormed, both of you at an impasse and not knowing where to take things from there so that you would both be satisfied.

That’s when Asmo came up with the brilliant idea to have you livestream with him. It would mean you and him get to spend more time together without removing that part of his life.

Plus, the more popular you were among the denizens of the Devildom, the less likely anyone could try and hurt you again. 

Asmo thought it was the perfect solution, as long as it was something you were interested in doing. 

He wanted to give you some time to think about it, so he asked if the two of you could talk about it tomorrow.

That night, he had come too close to possibly losing you and the only thing he wanted to do was hold you close so he could remind himself that you were there with him.

That was the only thing that mattered.

While Beel’s stature could easily make anyone believe he was a fighter, everyone close to him knew that he was just a giant teddy bear.

He didn’t like fighting and he despised it even more so when it came to you.

Beel looked at you like you were the sun that his whole world revolved around. And because you meant so much to him, Beel never wanted to see you upset.

He did everything he could to make you happy.

So, for you and Beel to fight, it had to be over something pretty big - at the very least, over something that meant a lot to him.

And besides you and his family, the thing that meant the most to him was food. And he had been craving a specific item from a bakery that was a bit far from the House of Lamentation.

Beel had gotten the item in surplus because he rarely had the opportunity to go to the bakery.

He had even been so good about not eating all of it in one sitting so that he would have some extra for later.

But, when he returned to the kitchen for the rest of his food he instead discovered you - eating his special snack.

And now Beel was in an intense internal dilemma as his sin fought to reach the surface and cause him to snap at you.

He knew that you didn’t mean to eat his things on purpose. You had barely gotten the chance to discover all the food the Devildom had to offer so you would have no idea what snack you were eating or that it was hard to get it.

You saw Beel there in the kitchen watching you eat, a struggled look on his face as he tried to hold back his anger. He didn’t want to take it out on you.

You wondered why he could be angry and then you looked down at the evidence in your hand and you realized what you must have done.

“Was this yours?” you asked, afraid to hear the answer. He took a moment to respond, but his reaction gave you the answer you needed.

When he finally did speak, you could tell he was holding back as he explained where those snacks came from and how he doesn’t get a chance to have them often.

He was visibly upset, even though he was trying to hide it, and you felt terrible. You wouldn’t have eaten it if you had known how it was Beel’s, especially if it was a rare snack.

You tried to apologize to Beel but he was being a bit short with you. You couldn’t blame him though. You just wanted to find a way to make it right.

Beel ended up walking away from the situation so that he didn’t end up saying something that he didn’t mean and would regret later.

When he went to cool down, you felt even worse. Beel was never angry at you, so you knew that you messed up big time to bring him to this level.

Luckily for you, during the discussion, Beel had told you the name of the snack, the bakery it came from, and where it was in the Devildom.

You had all the information you needed to buy him more and you figured the least you could do was replenish what you ate.

So, you left immediately to the place where he talked about it.

However, what Beel didn’t mention while talking to you was that the reason he didn’t get the snack very often was because the area of the Devildom the bakery was located in was a very dangerous place. 

It had been a while after you left when Beel was finally feeling a bit better.

He felt bad about being short with you and with the way he left in the middle of the conversation.

But, if you were anyone else, he would have already been on a food rampage and that was the last thing he wanted to happen so he thought walking away would be the best solution.

As soon as he was feeling better, he went to find you. He first looked in the kitchen where he last saw you.

You were nowhere to be found, but on the table where you were sitting, there was a note that you had left for Beel explaining where you had gone.

Beel felt his heart sink to his stomach as he read your words. There was no way you would go there without someone accompanying you, right?

Beel couldn’t afford to wait to find out the answer to that question.

While he was rushing to come to your aide, you found yourself in a bad situation with some demons.

You managed to find the bakery Beel mentioned and they still had some of those treats. You grabbed as much as you could afford - and carried - and you were making your way back to the House of Lamentation when a group of demons approached you and drove you into a nearby ally.

Beel showed up at the bakery a few minutes after you had left and immediately asked if they had seen you there. When they confirmed that you had bought some treats and already left, Beel was slightly panicked. If you weren’t there, where could you be?

He immediately began searching around the area, but he didn’t see you anywhere.

He heard a small scream close by and immediately rushed in the direction only to find you sitting on the ground, holding your leg.

Beel immediately rushed over to you and you were so thankful to see him. The other demons had already left, taking your belongings with them.

You were bleeding from a small wound near your ankle, but you were grateful that it wasn’t worse.

Beel was more than angry to see his girl injured but was also relieved that you hadn’t been more badly hurt.

“What were you thinking?” he asked softly, a question of worry not anger.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to make up for the food I ate by buying you more,” you replied and your eyes widened as you realized the demons had taken the snacks as well as your wallet so now you couldn’t even replenish Beel’s stock.

Beel seemed to understand what happened by the look you were expressing and he couldn’t help but fall in love with you a little more.

You were so kind and caring. You were someone who deserved the world and someone he believed he didn’t deserve.

Beel managed to treat your small wound before offering to take you to the bakery. This time the two of you could share some of those snacks.

He had money on him and didn’t mind paying for some more. Besides, you were both already down in that area, you might as well make the most of it.

The outing turned into a pretty good date that made Beel realize he never wanted to be without you by his side. And he would never let there be an opportunity where you could be taken from him again.

 Beel was very sweet to you for the rest of the day, still feeling like the events of the day were his fault because he couldn’t control himself.

He more than made up for his small outburst and he wasn’t even the slightest bit angry about his food being eaten anymore.

Though, when you got back to the House of Lamentation, Beel made sure to tell Lucifer everything that had happened.

The demons who hurt you may have gotten away temporarily but when they messed with you, they missed with all seven of the demon brothers, and there wouldn’t be a place they could go where Lucifer wouldn’t find them and punish them.

It was no secret that Belphie tended to start fights. He could act bratty when he wanted to, and if you weren’t in the mood for his antics, it was easy to get upset at him.

And don’t think that he would back down if that happened. He would stand his ground until whoever was mad at him was forced to walk away; and, he would wear a smug smile as they did, knowing he had won.

But, Belphie never expected you to be on the opposite end of this kind of fight with him.

And it was over something that was so small but escalated too quickly.

You had come home from a very busy day at RAD and immediately went to the attic where Belphie was taking a nap.

You had recently been assigned to take charge in a RAD event that was coming up and to say that you were stressed would be an understatement.

You were overwhelmed and on the brink of a mental breakdown and you went to Belphie for comfort, hoping he could help you find a solution to your problems, or at the very least, calm you down.

But Belphie had just woken up to you being upset and truth be told, he still felt half-asleep.

He wanted to listen to you but every inch of his body was craving to go back to bed and it resulted in Belphie falling asleep midway through your rambling.

You shook him awake once more, desperate for his comfort and that’s when he pulled you down into the bed as well.

“Just take a nap, Y/N, it will help you feel better,” he told you and you let out a sigh as you felt like Belphie wasn’t listening to a word you were saying.

“I don’t have time to take a nap, Belphie. Weren’t you listening?” you asked him, turning to look at him only to be met with the sight of his eyes closed once more.

You let out a scoff as you moved from the bed, standing up and gathering your things to leave. Unbelievable.

“Sometimes, it feels like you don’t care at all,” you stated. You were exhausted and frustrated and the words left your lips before you could comprehend the weight of them.

And Belphie took offense to them. But instead of trying to convince you that he did care - an action that would have made you feel guilty for saying those words - Belphie got defensive.

He snapped back with his own snarky remark which led to the two of you arguing back and forth, exchanging heated words.

And when Belphie was in a battle of insults, he always won. Because he wasn’t afraid to go past the line that most people drew.

He immediately regretted it when the words came out and he saw the hurt in your eyes.

He tried to backpedal, but he was stuck and when you walked away he realized the feeling he got from this argument was far from the feeling of satisfaction he got when he bested one of his brothers.

You had decided to go back to RAD to work on the project you were assigned to try and take your mind off your fight with Belphie.

You could admit that you were out of line with the things you were saying, but so was Belphie. You felt awful about how things went, but you were afraid if you went back to Belphie too early, he would still be mad and the two of you would end up in another argument.

You didn’t mean to stay out for as long as you had. You were so wrapped up in your work that you didn’t even pay attention to the time.

And before you knew it, you had fallen asleep at RAD.

Belphie hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep since your fight. He felt guilty about his part in the fight; but mostly, he was anxious because he knew you left and you hadn’t come back yet.

He didn’t get any text messages or phone calls from you and none of his brothers had seen you and he was panicking.

He nervously paced in the attic as he wondered if he was the reason you were injured, once again.

He would never forgive himself if he found you hurt - or worse.

When his anxiety hit its peak, Belphie decided to go look for you himself.

His demon form had slipped out as panic clouded his mind and he raced around the Devildom, looking for you.

This was far more effort than he had ever put into anything but he could care less about that. You were the only thing on his mind.

His eyes were crazed as he looked everywhere he could think of, but you weren’t anywhere. 

Finally, the last location he looked at was RAD and he felt his body flood with relief as he saw you passed out at one of the desks - perfectly fine. 

Belphie let out a deep breath as he slowly returned to normal, taking in every inch of your body to assure himself that you were okay.

RAD. This should have been the first place he looked and if he really had been paying attention to you earlier - he would have thought about that.

Belphie cursed himself as he contemplated waking you. Would you even leave with him if he asked you to?

He approached the desks and saw what you were working on - there were still so many things you had to figure out for the event and he hated that instead of helping you, he pushed you away.

He looked over the documents and saw something he could help with. He quickly jotted his notes down on the paper and then another item caught his eye.

Without realizing what he was doing, Belphie continued to take notes about things that might help you with the event.

You woke up a few hours later and let out a groan, feeling how stiff your back and neck were from sleeping on the desk.

You let out a small gasp as you saw Belphie sitting next to you, passed out on a desk of his own. Did he come here just to sleep?

You went to gather your papers up to go back to the House of Lamentation. But, as you did, you saw there were notes all over them.

Your eyes widened as you read each paper. That was Belphie’s handwriting. He had solved every single one of your problems that was overwhelming you.

Your heart warmed as you felt even worse about the fight now. You loved Belphie and he loved you and you never should have accused him of not caring. 

The work he put in for you told you everything you needed to know and you finished putting away your stuff before gently shaking Belphie awake.

He opened one eye and you gave him a small smile. “Let’s go home,” you told him softly and he let out a small sigh before standing up.

You didn’t get a chance to say anything before Belphie pulled you into his arms, his head lazily resting in the crook of your neck as he held you close.

“I do care,” he mumbled against your skin and you couldn’t help but hug him back.

“I know,” you replied with sincerity and Belphie was satisfied with your answer.

But, he was still a brat and when the two of you got back to the House of Lamentation, Belphie stated that you had to go lay down with him because you owed him for doing all of your work for you.

You wanted to glare at him for even trying to go that route, but he didn’t give you a chance, taking you to the attic and bringing you down onto the bed with him.

Belphie immediately pulled you close, a small smirk resting on his face as that feeling of satisfaction that he loved finally came to him.

All things considered, your work was done now and you could use some sleep in an actual bed so you didn’t mind laying down with Belphie.

And he just wanted to feel your warmth right there next to him - where you belonged. He never wanted to feel it missing from his side again.

[fisshbones]

Gifts that Obey Me! Characters would get you!

Warnings: not proofread, fluff, lingerie mentioned in Asmo’s (but nothing sexual happens.) Some may be longer than others. Pairings: Mammon, Asmodeus, Belphegor, Thirteen (romantic.) Luke (platonic.) This is written with christmas in mind but no holidays specified.

Note: Does Thirteen not have any Christmas cards??? I couldn’t find any 😔 2nd Note: I plan on doing the rest of the characters but they may come out after after Christmas/end of Yule. I’ll try to release them sooner though!

Mammon:

First and foremost, this man goes all out on gifts for any and every holiday for you. Anything that reminds him of you, things he knows you collect, random obscure artifacts that was probably supposed to be in a museum. Ya’ know just the basics! If there’s one thing I can guarantee that you won’t get for the holidays is a decent wrap job. This man cannot wrap for shit, truth be told it looks like a 5 year old did it… But it’s the thought that counts!

Asmodeus:

Mostly fashion and skincare/beauty. Asmo has your hair and skin type memorized. All the issues you may have beauty/health wise, including allergies. He takes this all into account when deciding what to get you! He compares ingredients, reviews, etc. Asmodeus only wants the best for your health. Also only buys from the most trusted brands. Another thing he likes to buy you is clothes, especially lingerie. If he can’t find clothes that fit your style, size, are favorite fabrics; he’ll just make you a couple of pieces. One of a kind. ♡ Unlike some of his brothers his wrapping skills are on point. He even ties bows on every present, they’re all picture worthy.

Belphegor:

I’m not gonna lie he was definitely too lazy to wrap your gift. So either he just hands it straight to you or had one of his brothers pick up a gift bag for the gift. Belphegor is likely to give you something soft. Sometimes that means blankets, comfy clothes, or a plushie that he definitely didn’t tease you for. This man knows what a soft fabric is too. Whatever he gifts you is gonna be soft as heck or as fluffy as a cloud. Every single thing he buys you is probably gonna be used when you guys cuddle so might as well make it comfortable for him too.

Luke:

Baked goods is his go to. We all know Luke (probably) makes delicious baked goods. He has not so sneakily written down some notes on what your favorite flavour is. Totally had Simeon and/or the other angels help with making the perfect treat for you. You can tell every dessert is hand made with love. (i could go for some chocolate rn.) All of the treats are in cute little boxes or baskets. There’s sometimes also a little card that he made himself saying happy holidays on it. Once he sent a picture with him and Simeon in it.

Thirteen:

Poor Thirteen, busy as ever. Holidays tend to be very busy days for reapers, as many tend to get hurt while celebrating. So she tries to make at least a couple of hours of space for you two to celebrate. If Thirteen is unable to free her schedule completely she’ll gift you a big box of chocolates the day of. (She also definitely steals a lot of your caramel chocolates.) Then on one of the following days she’ll make up her lack of time on a cute little date night between you guys. I can see her taking y’all to an arcade for the date, only to get super competitive when playing against you.

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[babiigirly]

Home.

That's what it felt like to be in the comfort of his embrace, enveloped in his arms as you smell his scent and listen to the beat of his heart.

You eagerly ask for more of him as you clutch the fabric of his clothing. You've never felt more safe and protected from the outside world, and perhaps, even yourself, when you feel the warmth of his body surging through you.

He was a lot older than you, he's lived much longer than you've ever had, and he's so much more powerful than anything you've ever known. You're not sure if that should be enough to make you fear him, but you sought comfort from that thought.

No one will ever be able to inflict harm upon you unless they get past him, you know he'll keep you safe and away from the sight of danger.

After a long, exhausting day, sometimes a depressing one when something upsets you to your breaking point, all you want is to see him and be held by him.

The best part is that you're always welcome to take every ounce of comfort he could give to you.

[bookished]

( a collection of drunken confessions dialogue prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post <3 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips

"You know, I always look for you in every crowd. Even when I pretend I don’t care, I do. So much."

"If I fall off this roof, it'll be your fault. Because you keep making my heart do stupid things."

"You know, I only came here tonight because I heard you’d be here. How ridiculous is that?"

"No, no, you don’t understand. I would actually choose you over fries. And I really love fries."

"I might regret this after the hangover, but right now, I need you to know that… being with you feels like home."

"This is probably just the drinks, but if I don’t say it now, I might never. You mean everything to me."

"You’re like… my favorite person to get in trouble with. I don’t want to do it with anyone else."

"I only come to these late-night study sessions because I know you’ll be here. Pathetic, right?"

"I know this isn’t the place, and I might not even remember this tomorrow, but… I like you. Like, a lot."

"The real reason I never bring anyone else to these things? Because they’re not you."

"I’ve had enough of watching you talk to everyone else. Maybe I want all your attention tonight."

"I might be a little tipsy, but I’m not too drunk to know that I want you… in a way I probably shouldn’t."

"I don’t want this night to end. I don’t want this moment to end, because I’m not ready to leave you yet."

[koolades-world]

Hii! It's good to have you back! I hope you're having a great day/night :))

Well, my request is, could you do 11 with Solomon, Lucifer or Mammon?

I love your stuff and I hope you have a merry Christmas! Thanks and have a good day/night :)

HIIII so great to hear from you, and it's great to be back! you are truly a real one <3 thank you for making a request!

i decided to go with mammon, because i'll be doing this prompt again tomorrow (probably with solomon) because one of my very lovely friends made a request for this prompt too!!!!

prompt 11 w/ mammon

"Where is the gingerbread house kit?" You yelled up the stairs at Mammon while riffeling through the grocery bags.

"Check the bag with the sprinkles!" He shouted back.

"I can't find those either!" The two of you had just gotten back from a shopping trip, where along with groceries, the two of you made last minute plans to spend the rest of your afternoon building a gingerbread house after seeing the kit in the store. It was on sale, for whatever reason, and once Mammon confessed he'd never build one, you promptly added it to your cart. Although, now it seemed an awful lot like you’d forgotten the bag at the store.

“The blue bag!” Mammon had insisted on changing into something more ‘festive’ for your afternoon plans. He even said he had something for you.

Sure enough, although you’d felt as if you’d already checked the blue bag, the gingerbread house kit and the sprinkles were in there. “Found it, thanks!” You dug it out, and began to brainstorm where you might be able to put it together. The most obvious choice might seem like the kitchen, but there you risked Beel finding you. There’d be nothing left of the house if he came across it. There was also the dining room, but then you knew for sure one of this brothers would butt in. You didn’t mind all too much, but you knew Mammon would veto that idea.

“Alright, I’m ready.” Mammon’s voice echoed from the top of the stairs. You looked up, and saw him in possible they oddest outfit you’d ever seen him in. He donned a large red Santa jacket and hat, topped off with a fake beard. For whatever reason, he didn’t have red pants to complete the look, so he wore a pair of bummy pair of basketball shorts you’d seen him in a million times at this point.

“Mammon, where did you get that?” You could hardly hold back your laughter.

“What’d ya mean? I’m ready.” He put his hands on his hips, and on the way down the stairs, he nearly tripped and face planted directly into the pile of bags at the base of the stairs.

“I mean, it’s cute?” You leaned forward and pulled the fake beard away from his face, letting it snap back. He let out a quick ouch and rubbed his face before doing his best to recover.

“Of course it is! The Great Mammon wouldn’t do any less.” He grabbed your arm and began dragging you off down the hall.

“So, where are we headed, Santa?” He turned back to look at you after your words, like the answer was obvious.

“Yer room. Where else? Ya got a table, chairs, and a lock to keep my pesky brothers out.” You scoffed a little at his remark. That lock really didn’t do much to keep any of them out. It was really just your way of asking them to stay out, but they almost never respected that unless you sounded really insistent.

“If that’s what you want.” You allowed him to tote you into your room, and snap the door shut behind the both of you. He sat you down, and the way he read the back of the box so seriously while in the stupid Santa outfit made you laugh again.

“What?” He looked at you like he didn’t know what was so funny. Again, you reached out to yank his beard, but was stopped. “If yer gonna keep laughing, I’m gonna take it off.” He was protective of his fake beard, maybe because he was unable to grow his own.

“Alright, alright. Let’s get started. I promise, you’ll love doing this so much.” The two of you got started on the house building. It was much easier with a second set of hands, but that didn’t mean you got everything the first try. Since you were more experienced in the art of building the house itself (not by much), you applied the glue-like frosting, while Mammon held it together. He whined a little at first that he felt he should get to use the icing, but after he saw how much you were struggling, he shut his mouth. Once that step was done, however, the fun started.

First, you worked on the front together. You showed him just how you’d done it as a kid. He nodded along, and happily helped you create a wreath that slowly slide down the house, just as it always did. The two of you took great joy from creating a couple cute windows, and a door. Once that was done, you moved onto the roof. You scalloped it using the frosting, and completed the look with colorful gumdrops and off-brand mnms.

“What are you doing now?” You’d each taken one side of the house, opposite from each other so you could surprise the other. You were shocked that the beard was still mostly on his face, and that he hadn’t taken it off so he could focus better. It was dangerous close to dragging in the stray puddles of frosting that’d happened during the construction of the house.

“Ya just have to wait and see.” He peaked over the roof of the house, and smiled at you. You rolled your eyes, but still smiled back. Once it was time to reveal what his finishing touches to the house were, he proudly spun the house around to present you with a crude, but cute icing drawing of the two of you standing next to the house.

"Awwww! Mammon, you are adorable." Rather than object like he usually would, he tried his best to look everywhere but at you. "Mine isn't nearly as cute, but I think I did a good job." You spun the house back the other way to show him what you'd done. It was simple, with a candy cane fence and windows that look like they were melting. Not perfect, but charming.

Mammon mumbled something under his breath after you presented your side of the house to him. After you gave him a knowing look, he repeated himself. "It's cute, but you're cuter." He promptly turned his entire body away from you, facing a wall rather than you. You could almost laugh at how cheesy that line was. You wondered just how long he'd been saving that to use on you.

Instead of trying to verbally convince him to face you again, you walked around the table and plopped down beside him. Since he was still wearing that stupid looking beard, you pulled it down to give him a kiss on the cheek. He nearly went as red as the jacket he was wearing. "You're such a dork. I love you." You planted another kiss on his nose.

He used the little bit left he had in him to give a kiss and a response back. "Love you too."

[rae-writes]

if you could do r trying on a new pheromone perfume and the brothers (separately) are js like 👁️👁️ and suddenly pounces on them and readers js so confused you’d literally be godsent😫

(my inspiration was that one Rafayel scene from lds-)

suggestive || bonus characters bc harem || whether or not Mc knew it was pheromone perfume is up for debate || 1.k wc

Lucifer pauses for a brief second while not faltering in what he was doing, subtly trying to detect the cause of the scent invading every sense of his. He's one of the quickest to figure it out, eyes darkening as he empties his hands before gripping your waist and pulling you as close as physically possible; his face is in your neck before you can even blink and you both stay like that for a moment before he's silently tugging you to wherever he can sit down with you on top of him

Mammon's head snaps up so fast it almost hurts, eyes zeroing in on you. He knows where the scent is coming from, but he just doesn't understand why you suddenly smell even better than usual...he ain't shy as he slides his fingers over your wrist, up your forearm, going until he's caressing the slope of your neck. His breathing is shaky and his voice cracks a little when he whispers how intoxicated you're making him feel. He's got you laid down against the closest flat surface so he can run his hands over you, nose buried against the underside of your jaw as he breathes you in until he's damn near drunk off it

Levi's tail acts faster than he does, curling around your thighs and yanking you closer before he catches up with the action. His embarrassment is cut off when he finally registers the smell, too, and suddenly his face is red for a different reason. He'll fire off a million questions, adding his own jumbled thoughts in between, subconsciously latching every possible limb around you; his face is buried against your chest, fangs accidentally brushing the skin as he stutters out apologies, but doesn't stop

Satan perks up much like a cat, intense blue-green hues staring you down like he's ready to actually pounce. He approaches slowly, trying to figure out the source of your new scent on the way over, but ultimately decides to bury himself against you— your neck, chest, shoulder, nape— breathily asking what you were doing to him. He feels like he's been drugged, almost like a feline with catnip, but it's so dizzily good that he can't complain. Drags you off to where no one will be able to find you, so that your scent won't find anyone but him

Asmo is giddy the second he catches a wiff, easily pinpointing the reason for your scent change, and the exact listing of the brand you used. He's shameless as he requests a thorough product review, rubbing his frame up against yours as he holds you from behind, eyes peering over your shoulder with a bright pink hue. Cheekily insists that you’re better off without so many clothes on, wanting your scent to rub off on him so you can match (and so he can smell it for the rest of the day).

Beel is confused when the food in his mouth isn’t tasting as good as it should. The scent invades his nose, making his eyes search for what has to be a delicious source, only to find you instead of something edible. He’s all over you, mumbling out apologies and that he doesn’t know what’s gotten into him, asking won’t you please let him just…be near you? He trails after you like a puppy, not really sure why you’re captivating his entire being with just your smell. His mouth eventually finds your neck, nibbling and sucking as he tries to get a ‘taste’ of that scent.

Belphie, while unwilling to get up out of his spot, is instantly at attention with eyes following you around the room. He’ll whine and complain until he’s got you at his side, trapping you in his arms and against his lounging form. He’s almost tense, as he inhales that new scent, like a ram waiting to charge. His tone is lazy and drawn out, but tinged with a need that he’s confused about, yet so willing to dive into. He’s surrounded by you, literally and figuratively, as he keeps you tight in his arms, not above begging to get his way.

Diavolo is so fucking clueless, wide eyes blinking up at you almost innocently as he asks if you were wearing a new perfume. He finds himself inching closer to you, gaze never leaving your figure for long— a gaze that get darker and more lidded as time passes. He’s still clueless as ever, yet doesn’t mind the mystery since he’s always willing for an excuse to be with you. His cheeks are flushed and his touch a tad hesitant, but it all flies out the window when you allow him to bury his face against your abdomen, kneeling on the floor, letting his mind swim.

Barbatos takes one glance at you after catching on to the scent and knows, but unlike the pudding incident when he fled the scene, he’s coiling you up with his tail and keeping you impossibly close, unwilling to let anyone have you this time. Unabashedly, his nose is trailing along the slope of your neck, lips brushing the skin as he places slow kisses over all the right spots. Whether or not he does or doesn’t have time to spare, he’s whisking you away and trapping you against his frame, almost begging you to let him be selfish and improper as he inhales your scent with an abandon that would usually make him pause; he can forgive himself, if it’s because of you, unwilling to let go of this opportunity at your eager answer of ‘yes’.

Mephisto almost trips as he passes you by in the hallways of RAD, whirling around to gape at you rather dumbly. Stubbornly fights the urge to follow you for all of thirty seconds before he’s trailing after you with urgency. Manages to simply walk alongside you and keep polite small talk just until you’re both out of eyesight, because then he’s pulling you towards him and groaning, asking what the hell you thought you were doing walking around other demons while smelling so good. It’s a struggle to keep a dignified facade when he’s rushing you down the corridor— but once he gets you in a room, it’s all crumbling as he latches his lips to your neck’s pulse point. The Newspaper Club’s office is closed until further notice.

Solomon doesn’t really register the smell at first, both because it’s more subtle for humans, and because he was playing around with various potions— but once he did catch the smell after you’d gotten closer, he’s swiping everything to the side and placing you on the table instead. He is allll over you, not even hiding the flush on his cheeks as he inhales your scent; practically panting in the crook of your neck. Apologizes if you had something planned later, because he’s keeping you for the rest of the day, wanting to experiment with your new perfume. He knows he’s being overly touchy and a…bit desperate, but just indulge in his whims, yeah?

Simeon’s pretty sure that his heart was going to beat straight out of his chest. He couldn’t understand why he felt so warm and fuzzy all the sudden, but had a feeling it was probably because of you (because only you could make him feel this way). Shyly asks if he could sit closer to you, pleasantly surprised when you tug his head to rest in your lap. His fingers lift your shirt up just enough for him to press his nose against a sliver of skin, face buried against your stomach as his hands grip and massage your thighs. Genuinely content to just lay there and let your scent consume him, though he won’t argue if you ask to help him out.

Raphael…thinks he’s sick. Which is odd, because he hasn’t been sick in a few centuries, but then again..you make him feel…odd. Which is why he walked straight up to you and flat out asked if you were doing it on purpose— why did you smell so good? Why was it making him like this?? He’ll have to be guided, your hand leading both of his to your hips, his head tucking into your neck. He’s still confused, but more than willing to investigate. You’re so..enchanting…he can make idle complaints all day long, but he refuses to let go of you now. He likes how it feels. And he likes the way you react to him.

[fandoms-x-reader]

Thief!

Requested By: @yeosanityyyy

Summary: Mammon's greed gets the better of him and he steals a necklace while the two of you are on a date. It ends up backfiring on him when you find out the necklace is cursed. Mammon x GN!Reader Word Count: 1,931

Mammon was always getting in trouble - especially when he was with you.

It didn’t matter how much he promised you he would be on his best behavior. Or how many times he told you he wouldn’t do anything wrong.

In the end - most of the time because of his sin - he ended up doing something that would force the two of you to go on the run from whoever Mammon decided to make angry.

Which is exactly what was happening right now.

You and Mammon had a special connection from the moment you came to the Devildom. 

Maybe it was because he was the one who was chosen to protect you - or maybe it was something else.

Whatever he was doing, he wanted you with him. It could be an exciting scheme to earn Grimm or something as simple as going to his favorite restaurant. He always wanted you there.

Either way, whatever it was brought you and Mammon closer together.

You were each other’s best friend and more.

And it went both ways. Whenever there was something you thought would be entertaining or special, you always made sure to invite him first. Things were just more fun when the two of you were together.

Which is why when you saw an artifact exhibit that was opening in the human world, you decided to ask along your favorite demon.

It wasn’t a very large exhibit but it was going to have a bunch of ancient artifacts on display and you were curious to see if there was something from the Devildom that had made its way up there.

It would be a great way to further connect your world to Mammon’s; but, you knew you wouldn’t be able to determine if anything was from the Devildom for sure on your own.

Luckily for you, Mammon was pretty excited about going. And while you were sure it was because he was up to something, he promised you that he wouldn’t cause any trouble.

And in his defense, he really meant it. He figured it would be a small venue and that there would be a minimal amount of security. So sneaking something to sell out of there should be easy peasy, right?

It wasn’t until an alarm started going off that you realized Mammon was no longer standing next to you.

And while others panicked about the situation, you were mentally face-palming as you saw the white-haired demon running towards you.

“Mammon - you didn’t,” you said with a small frown as he finally reached you.

“No time to talk!” Mammon replied, grabbing your hand in his and pulling you along behind him. 

You ran along with him, knowing that they now considered you his accomplice and would arrest you just as quickly as they would arrest him.

As the security guards began getting closer, the two of you ran even faster. 

Your heart was pumping harder than it ever had and your legs were aching with pain. But the adrenaline coursing through your veins was enough to distract you.

That was the thing about Mammon - he always made you feel alive.

The two of you managed to run far enough ahead that when you turned the corner you could hide without the officers finding you.

Mammon pulled you down a small alleyway, and then another, before pulling you into a small opening.

Your bodies were pressed together and you did your best to catch your breath as quietly as you could as you began hearing footsteps approach.

The contact made you look into his eyes and he tried to give you a look of reassurance. He had done this trick a hundred times and it always worked.

Adrenaline turned into fear as the footsteps got closer and closer.

Feeling how nervous you were, Mammon interlaced his fingers with yours.

You squeezed his hand gently as the footsteps were now right on you and you closed your eyes in anticipation, waiting to be caught.

But, then, the footsteps started retreating, getting further and further away.

They ran right past you.

A small smirk formed on Mammon’s lips as he watched the officers disappear from sight and when he turned back to face you, he was wearing a large smile. 

His eyes were glowing with excitement and you could see the joy of escaping written all over his features.

And while his attractiveness made you want to swoon on spot, you weren’t going to let him get away with ending your date at the exhibit early.

You stepped out from the small space, putting a bit of distance between you and Mammon before crossing your arms over your chest and giving Mammon a pointed look.

Mammon’s smile immediately fell as he gave you a sheepish look, a blush rising to his cheeks.

“I’m sorry. I just thought I could sell it for a decent amount and be able to get ya' a nice present with it!” Mammon told you, his eyebrows knitting together in slight confusion.

You knew that Mammon typically got you something with the money he received from selling stolen items. But, he wasn’t usually so forthcoming with his intentions.

You tried to keep your stern expression, but hearing him tell you he only wanted to get you a gift made you falter.

Your entire speech that you had prepared, intending to scold him, left your mind and you struggled to find your next words.

“Will you at least show me what you took?” you asked him after another moment. 

Mammon let out a small sigh, before taking a beautiful necklace out of his pocket and holding it out towards you so that you could see it.

“I figured even if it didn’t sell for much, it would still be a good gift. It would look beautiful on ya’,” he admitted, his blush continuing to deepen.

“And then my brothers would know you’re mine,” Mammon continued to say and his eyes widened as the words left his lips. He didn’t mean to say that!

A small smirk tugged at the corners of your lips as you looked at the necklace. It was one you recognized. Satan had shown it to you once in one of his books.

It was made by the same person who made the truth bangle that he and Mammon had tried to curse Lucifer with. And it did the same job - whoever had it, was forced to tell the truth.

This was how you were going to avenge your ruined date.

“What did you mean by that?” you asked him, slightly raising an eyebrow as you took a step closer.

“Nothin’!” Mammon replied, doing his best to keep himself from continuing to talk, but it was only a matter of time before he gave in and said, “It would just be nice if everyone else wasn’t hangin’ around you all of the time.”

“Are you jealous?” you asked him, tilting your head slightly and Mammon felt his heart skip a beat.

“Yes,” he replied and he quickly tore his eyes away from you. “Can you stop lookin’ at me like that? I can’t focus when you’re looking so adorable,” he added, barely above a whisper.

“Mammon, there’s no need to be jealous,” you replied with a small smile. 

“When I’m the only one who should be like that with you. Because-,” he stopped once again, and you could see him really struggling to try and bite back the words.

“Ya' don’t get it. It’s hard to see everyone bein’ all clingy with you when-,” Mammon stopped himself from continuing but you encouraged him

"When?" you asked with a small smile.

“Because?” you asked softly, the game long forgotten and replaced with the need for Mammon to express his feelings for you.

Part of you felt bad seeing him so upset about the situation, but now you were hooked.

His words had drawn you in and now you were on a cliff-hanger, praying that he would say the words you had been longing for him to say.

“Because…ya’ know…I love you,” he finished and his cheeks had never burned brighter. “Dammit…why am I saying all of this?” he asked, more to himself than anything else.

“It’s the necklace. It makes you tell the truth,” you replied. Mammon looked at you in shock before looking down at the jewelry he still had in his hand.

He silently cursed himself and his sin while hoping that a hole would open up in the ground and swallow him.

He was so embarrassed. He knew there was no way you would feel the same way about him when you had so many others pursuing you. 

You could have the future King of the Devildom if you wanted. How was he supposed to compete with that?

But, what Mammon didn’t realize was that you didn’t want the future King of the Devildom.

He felt panic beginning to build in his chest at the thought of ruining things with you by confessing.

He loved his relationship with you and he was terrified that he just changed it.

You wanted the demon who always brought a smile to your face. You wanted the demon that made you feel excited about the small things. The one who would love you unconditionally and the one would always make sure you felt loved.

You wanted the one who was your best friend. 

You wanted Mammon.

You could see the panic in his eyes so you carefully stepped forward and took his hand in yours. “I love you too, Mammon.”

He refused to look up from the ground as he replied, “You’re just saying that to be nice.”

You knew that Mammon was deeply overthinking things and that he wasn’t going to take you for your word right now.

Suddenly, an idea popped into your mind. 

You took the necklace from Mammon, finally capturing his attention and you held it up so that he could see it.

“Mammon, I’m in love with you,” you stated once again, your own cheeks dusting pink as you finally confessed the feelings you had been holding inside for so long.

Mammon searched your eyes for any sign of deception or joking. But he couldn’t find any. You were telling the truth. You really did love him.

Mammon dared himself to move forward, wrapping one arm around your waist and cupping your cheek with his other hand as he passionately brought his lips to yours.

It was something he had been craving to do since the first time you smiled at him. It was a moment he had been dreaming of.

And the reality was even more perfect than his fantasy. 

He pulled away after another moment and looked into your eyes again. 

You smiled softly as the feeling of his lips made yours tingle and you already missed them.

It was in that intimate moment that Mammon knew there was no one else for him.

He could kiss you a million times and it would always feel like the first time. He could say I love you a million times and it would never lose meaning.

You were the one he would love forever - and he would make sure to find a way to expand your forever beyond a normal human’s.

Because after falling so hard for you, he was certain that he would never be able to live without you.

In the end, the two of you ended up returning the necklace. Mammon wanted to get you a gift the clean way.

Besides, he didn’t need the necklace. All he needed was you.

And thanks to his sin - he finally had you.

[twinksrepository]

September prompt 02

Rating: PG

Pairing: Mammon X F!Reader

CW: mentions of gambling

Word count: Roughly .5K

A/N: Prompt number two, based on the dialogue "This reminded me of you"

Images belong to Solmare.

Sitting in the living room with your legs crossed and a book across your lap, quirking your nose as you read the last paragraph again. It must be the fifth time and it still isn’t making sense to you. “Looks like another one to ask Satan about.” Reaching beside you to grab a tab to mark the section. 

“Hey, hey, hey!” Almost jumping out of your skin at the sound of Mammon’s voice, a hand over your heart to try and keep it from bursting out of your chest. 

“Mammon! Are you trying to kill me!” Narrowing your eyes as you glare at him. “You almost gave me a heart attack.” 

“Don’t be like that.” Sending you a pout that has your annoyance fading away as he looks at you through his lashes, his sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. 

“How was the casino?” Rolling your eyes as you go back to your text book, flipping to a new page and hoping this one might have information to make the series of tabs you didn’t understand make sense. 

“Didn’t go.” Flopping down beside you on the couch, and you turn with your eyebrows raised in disbelief. “Oy, what’s that look for?” 

“It doesn’t sound like you, that’s what it’s for. You just got paid for a modeling job didn’t you?” As much as you’re fond of Mammon his antics do wear on your nerves. Him being the Avatar of Greed doesn’t explain his need to blow his money all the time. You’d think he’d hoard his grimm like some kind of dragon, hissing and spitting at anyone getting close to his treasure. 

“I did.” He’s sulking now and you know you aren’t going to continue your attempts at studying. Closing the book and giving it a soft toss to the empty space beside you. 

“Come on Mams, you know I didn’t mean it like that.” Reaching your arm over and dropping your hand onto his shoulder, giving it a squeeze through the leather of his jacket. 

“Oy, watch where ya grab! This thing’s limited edition!” Swatting at your hand to get it off him, only to trap your fingers between his. “I know ya didn’t mean it in a bad way.” Twisting your hand as he brings it closer to his chest. “Just wish ya didn’t jump ta conclusions.” 

“Mammon, you go to the casino all the time. It’s not really a conclusion but I am sorry I assumed.” Letting him play with your plam and fingers as long as he wants, tilting your head as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out something you can’t see before slipping it into your hand. 

“This reminded me of you.” Opening your hand you laugh, it’s a small metal sheep charm with pink stones embedded to simulate tufts of fur. “Ya like it?” 

“I do.” Leaning closer to peck his cheek, the tanned skin darkening as he starts to blush. “Thank you, Mammon.” Pulling your keys from your pocket and attaching it to the ring. “I’ll think of you whenever I unlock something.” He’s grinning now, not saying anything and neither do you aware that if you go to much more into it he’ll get up and leave. 

Silly Mammon and his Tsundere ways. 

[xxgrimml0vrxx]

These are the type of texts you’d get from Mammon after you two start dating btw

this is just an excuse for me to post these texts tbh I’ve been working on a ship board for MC and Mammon and HAVE to share something :p

[sakkajagga]

the imprint of a belt buckle on skin - Mammon/Reader (Obey Me)

100 assorted prompts attempt masterlist

    Lucifer’s scathing words of disappointment still ring loudly in your ears, even hours and hours later.  At least he’d had the leniency to hang you right-side up when tying you and Mammon together so tightly it was almost impossible to breathe.  You’re sure there will be another fight later, after the eldest discovers the ever disobedient fourth cut you down early.  Satan had probably taken pity on you, despite declaring it was only to annoy Lucifer; leaving you and Mammon to scramble away from the scene, even though you both would probably be hunted down in no time.

    In your room, Mammon takes extra precaution to attempt to barricade the door.  A fruitless effort, but he does it to make you feel safer, anyway.

    “Thanks for toughin’ it out with me back there…” Mammon begins once turning away from the door, “Coulda told Lucifer ya didn’t have nothing to do with it, y’know.”

    “I don’t think he would have listened,” you mumble, still rubbing your hip, glaring up at him.  You’d just been trying to talk Mammon out of another stupid prank when Lucifer swooped in and blamed you just as quickly.

    Mammon shrugs, distracted by the repetitive motion of your hand.  “What’s wrong?”

    “Oh, it’s just sore.  Think maybe the rope was too tight…”  Briefly, you lift the edge of your shirt, catching sight of the angry indents in your skin and quickly cover it again.

    But not quick enough.  Mammon sees, and immediately moves closer.  “Shit, lemme see that.”  Though he says it to prompt you for permission, he doesn’t actually wait for a response, already on a knee and pushing your shirt out of the way.

    “It’s fine!”  You try backing away, but his hands hold you in place as he continues his inspection.  His fingertip traces the shape more gently than you’d expect, contemplating it quietly before suddenly looking down.  Mammon lifts his shirt too, curses, then looks back up at you.

    “My belt buckle,” he explains simply.  “Hurts?”

    “Not too bad…”

    “Good.”  Mammon sighs, moving back to his feet, but pauses when your hands find his shoulders and push him back down.

    “Might stop hurting if you kiss it better.”

    The second avatar snorts a laugh, hands running up your thighs and gently pulls you closer by the back of your hips.  “Okay.  But it’ll cost ya.”