#mammon helluva boss x reader

[selfishmachinez]

About time I found someone who writes for mammon !! With that being said, I’d like to ask for him with a service top/dom reader? N maybe near the end once we’ve pleased him he returns the favor via oral ? ^^’

MAMMON WITH SERVICE TOP!READER

notes: HIIIHII THIS IS LITERALLY PERFECT??? GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET RN I LOVE THIS LITTLE THING SM☺️☺️ also im so sorry about the wait i got sick and didnt have inspo for like a day😔

warnings: not writing mammon's accent sorry💔 idk how to write accents properly just imagine it in ur mind idk; mammon being an asshole (hey, its mammon.); afab reader; insults like cunt/whore/bitch etc are still used in a gn way tho; my gf proofread like 80% of this if theres any typos blame her not me /j

word count: 1,510 (not including a/n)

NSFW UNDER CUT

okay lets get this straight

this man can NOT be a good dom

he's literally the single of greed what do you expect

our little pillow princess /hj

okay imagine this: after fizz quit, he's obviously PISSED OFF, so u do a little favor for him (wink wink)

Normally, during his Clown Pageants, you'd just sit next to him and the fizzbots on his web, watching the contestants try to win the crowd over, just to miserably fail, and watch Fizzarolli win... again.

This one had to be the most interesting one so far. Fizzarolli quit. And insulted Mammon too. He was pissed, to say the least.

You left the web a while before he "exploded" the Theatre and entered his office.

"That little bitch!" He shouted, bursting inside the office, not in full demon form anymore.

"Mam, the door." You warned him. But yeah, he pretty much already broke the door. Whatever. He's got the money, he'll get it fixed later.

He sat down on his bean bag next to you. "Can you believe it? I made that cunt! And he just walks out the scene like that!" He bitched, sitting down next to you. "That ungrateful, useless, little-" You shushed him before he could finish his sentence. "WHAT?" He growled at you.

"I think you need to, y'know, relax a little. You know what I mean?" You said, giving him the look. His eyes widened a little at the statement. "Just sit back and enjoy yourself, okay?" You said, running a hand under his motley.

"Fuck." He groaned. He was trying his hardest not to just rip his clothes off. He had a tough day. He needed this. He needed you. Your touch.

You run your hand down his pants, pulling his cock out. He was so painfully hard already. "You're this hard already? All because of me huh? You just love the attention, don't you?"

"Just- fuck, don't make me beg, you cunt." He moaned out, leaning back against the bean bag.

"Alright, boss," you said, your voice dripping with lust. You knew how much of a whore he was for that type of nickname.

brief interruption☝️ i hc his dick is about 10" (HAVE YOU SEEN HOW BIG HE IS ofc hes gonna have a huge cock) and has the same colors as his tongue (purple/periwinkle with dark yellow stripes) AND HELLA GIRTHY TOO HELLO????? CONTINUING,

You gently grip his cock, tracing circles on his tip with your thumb, causing the tiniest drop of pre-cum to leak out. "You like this already? Gosh, you ain't gonna last a second like this." You teased, beginning to stroke his dick at painfully slow rate.

"Doll, please," he panted out, in the most ridiculous fashion ever.

"Don't be greedy, Mam." You chuckled, he was so cute begging like this. "I thought you said you wouldn't beg."

"Maybe if you did a better job at this, bitch." He grunted.

"Do you want me to stop?" You said, softening your grip around his member, causing him to panic a bit. "No! Don't!" He begged, tugging at your sleeves with his bottom pair of arms. "Doll, c'mon. Don't leave me hanging."

"Hm," you wrapped another hand around his dick. "Fine, since you're being such a good boy." You'd have some work to do now. Giving him handjobs was always such a handful, no pun intended. Since he's big, a single hand was never enough. You thought about it for a while, forgetting what you were doing in the first place. "So?"

"Right. My bad." You got back to it quickly though; moving your hand up and down his member at a quicker pace, making him pant and whimper under your touch.

You wanted to give him a blowjob. Should you, though? Yes. Definitely. Even though the back of your throat would hurt horribly afterwards.

Your hands are quick to let go of him, making him tilt his head in confusion. "Whatcha doin'?" His confusion died down swiftly after he saw you kneel in front of him, pulling his pants down. "Don't." He said, grinning as he just ripped them off himself, spreading his legs. "Good boy." You mumbled, kissing his length.

While one of your hands rested on his inner thigh, rubbing gentle circles on it with your index finger, your tongue went from his base to his tip, feeling every little vein on the way up there.

"Fuck, pumpkin." He moaned, grabbing the back of your head. "Please." He lifted your head up to make you look at him. He gave you the most pathetic grin ever, sweating his ass off.

"Don't be a baby." You kissed his tip, making him moan, covering his mouth with his hand.

After teasing and edging him for a good 5 minutes, he had enough of that. "Just- ugh, please." He groaned, tugging at your hair. "Do it already. Ya teasing me too much."

"Stop being a brat, whore." You shut him up with that. "Good." Finally, you got to work. Though you only swallowed his tip at first, he was already a mess. But you had to keep going; you force yourself down his length as best as you could, licking and sucking on him. That was definitely not enough though, so you grab the part you couldnt get down your throat with your hand, caressing his base.

"Close. 'M so fucking-" He groaned, sending down little electric shocks. Oh, yeah, he does that sometimes.

another interruption, i hc him an being a ballooning/joro spider, since he kinda looks like one and they use electricity like him‼️ okay CONTINUING ONCE MOREEEE,,,,,

You took your mouth off him for a bit, gasping for air. "You're being so greedy, you know that?" You grinned at him. He looked like such a mess right now. Panting and sweating. But by god, did he look adorable like that. You go back to just gently licking down at his member, looking him in the eyes.

"Pumpkin, please, 'm so close- fuck..."

"Is that so? Hm?" You mumbled, kissing his base gently, going back to patting his tip with your palm. He greedily humped your palm, eager to cum.

He kept on buckling against your palm until he moaned loudly against his hand. "I'm gonna..." You pulled your hand away from his tip, letting him cum all over your face. He slumped down on the bean bag, gasping for air louder than he had to.

You sigh, getting up to grab some tissues to get you both cleaned. He calls you, "Yes?" You reply.

"Y'know, I could 'pay you back'." He grinned, getting up and grabbing you by the waist. "Ya just calmed me down, guess I owe you a little favor." Without warning you, he grabs you and throws you (as gently as he could) back on the bean bag, leaning on top of you, licking his own cum off your face.

"Cleaning the mess you made with your tongue like that? You slut." You fiddle with his jester hat. "What are you gonna do, huh?"

"Just trust me, sweet cheeks." He mumbled, taking your pants/skirt/shorts off. Oh. Was he gonna..? Normally, he wouldn't really pay you back, not that you wanted him to. You were perfectly fine with just pleasuring him. "You don't have to."

"I want to. Are you gonna let me do my thing, yeah?." He grumbled, taking your underwear off with his teeth. God.

"Mhm, yes sir." He kissed down at your v-line, making you tremble slightly.

a/n, i tried to hard to write an amab version but god im horrid at this

also holy shit have you seen his tongue

he def knows how to use it for good

im wet i mean who said that whaaaatttt🤯

He gently licked down at your clit. Once, twice. Then stopped. "Why'd you..?" But he shushed you by shoving a finger inside you. "Ya like this?" You answer with a weak moan, which he took as a "yes".

So, he put another finger in, scissoring them inside you. He sucked on your clit, making you moan and squirm. "Use... your tongue."

"Hm? What?" He pulled out, looking up at you, a wide grin spread across his face.

"You know what I mean." He looked back down at your cunt. You squished his face between your thighs. He took his fingers out, licking them before replacing them with his much longer and thicker tongue, making you whimper. Loudly. He moved his tongue inside you. Up and down, left and right, in and out.

It was rare for him to give you oral, but when he did, it felt like heaven. He pulled out, panting. But you shoved his face back there. He couldn't stop. Not now.

He quickly went back to eating you out, needily thrusting his tongue in and out your pussy.

"Good fucking God, Mammon-" And there he goes again, pulling his tongue out. "Why'd you stopp..." You whined. He looked down at your puffy and wet cunt. "Shouldn't have teased me earlier."

"What, but- but you know you like it!" Your tone dripped with desperation. You needed to cum so badly. Would he give you the satisfaction that early though? Obviously not. Not out of selfishness, he just had to give you a good orgasm. Like the one you gave him. "Mhm..." He huffed against your entrance, gently shoving a finger in while licking your clit in a circular motion.

He did so for a good 5 minutes, before adding a finger, then another one. You couldn't take it anymore. He was overstimulating you so much. You aggressively tugged at his hat, forcing him onto you even more. He took two fingers out, replacing the latter with his tongue.

You definitely couldn't take it anymore. "Mammon, I'm gonna..." Finally, he let you cum. Not that you let go of him for a good 10 seconds though. You gripped at his hat, still riding out your high.

"See, told ya I'd pay you back."

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Mammon x autistic reader perhaps? 🥺

Mammon x Autistic Reader Headcanons a/n: autism is a spectrum and everyone is different, so i just based these off my own experiences and tried to keep things vague. but i love mammon and this was a great ask

♡ Mammon is an old, old man . . . He's been around for ages and while he stays on top of things to keep his products relevant, its likely he hasn't delved too deep into new research surrounding disorders. ↳ That said -- you probably have to be as patient with him as he has to be with you and be prepared to explain things several times to him. ♡ If you're super particular about something, there's no doubt that he's able to make sure everything is up to your standards. ↳ Imagine they changed the recipe to one of your favourite store-bought foods and while no one else can really taste the difference, you sure can, and it's effectively ruined your whole month. Boom. Mammon's got that company sitting in the palm of his hand and he's made them change it back to how it once was.

↳ If you prefer a certain texture/fabric for your bedsheets or clothing, he's making sure everything in your house is made out of it. Only if you please. His idea of love is making all your wants a reality. ♡ It's easily to be overstimulated in a circus.

↳ The first time you attended one of his shows, the crowds alone were overwhelming - but then the sickly sweet smells of stall food hit you, followed by the sound of repetitive horns honking and bells jingling. The popcorn was overly greasy for some reason, making your hands feel unpleasant and impossible to use. ↳ When you shut down, Mammon didn't understand what was going on. He was a little pissed at first, thinking you were causing a scene but upon seeing your face, he quickly teleported you to somewhere more quiet.

↳ It took some explaining, but he understood soon enough. He still wants you to come to the shows he hosts - even if you're both just in the audience - but he ensures you're comfortable first. Noise-cancelling headphones? Check. And you get there early to avoid the crowds and can stay well above them when you cuddle with him up on his spiderweb as you watch the show. ♡ Mammon is undoubtedly an enabler.

↳ If you have an interest that calls to you to buy merchandise or paraphernalia that relate to it, he's encouraging you to buy it! Hell, give him some sugar and he'll buy it for you himself!

↳ Greed is king and he's the king of Greed, baby! If you want to make an unreasonable purchase, he sure as hell will let you.

↳ "Go on, ya know ya want it. What's a couple a' fifties if it makes ya happy!" And you complain you don't have the cash to spare. "Yeah, alright, alright. Then how about you give me a kiss, and we can see if Mamz can get it for ya?" And he's got the widest grin ever.

♡ Surprisngly, he's a decent listener . . . ?

↳ You want to ramble away about something, you can. It was originally annoying to him that he wasn't the one controlling the conversation but when he saw how happy you were when he shut up and listen once, he learnt that sometimes being quiet wasn't so bad. You're cute when you ramble.

↳ "Eh wait, so run it by me again, doll. What's this thing all about?" And he already knows, but he wants to hear you say it again with the same passion.

♡ Misunderstandings can happen.

↳ If you're unable to read tone all too well over text, then you at least have the comfort of knowing that Mammon doesn't hide his emotions - even through messages. He tacks on lots of smileys and emojis so it helps a lot for indicating his tone. You find it cute that his emoticons have eight eyes sometimes. ::::)

↳ But there's still times when you misunderstand something he says or even vice versa, and you both have to scramble to make some sort of amends. He isn't too good at accepting blame but does his part to not push it on to you either.

↳ Another thing you like is that he's pretty straightforward and doesn't beat around the bush, so there are no guessing games. If you're the same, then he thinks it's great! Maybe even hilarious if you have the balls to be upfront with a Sin. Maybe that's what made him interested in you.

♡ If anyone gives you shit, they're dead. No question.

♡ But otherwise, nothing changes! Once you tell Mammon all your boundaries and preferences, he's incorporating them into your now shared lifestyle and dates - anything to keep his fav around!

But he isn't babying you or treating you any different from anyone else. The special treatment you do get is because he loves ya and loves spoiling his doll rotten!

[lbcreations-blog]

hello! luci ask from earlier where i asked about mammon!

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i would love to see romantic hc's about mammon with a metalhead/alt reader who has colored hair, piercings, maybe even tattoos but is super duper short. like ... 5'4 short i know mam's is around the 9/10ft mark maybe more so i think that would be cute like a little bitey chihuahua reader whos just fucking SMALL lmao

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Well, we meet again

Gn reader

Relashionship: romantic

Masterlist

Pretty small for rock and roll✵

When Mammon first saw you, he thought you looked adorable and super cool

He sometimes joins you on wearing similar clothes to you

Mam loves to pick you up in his arms and show you off when he's out like you are his little doggy

He loves to play with your piercings when cuddling and also trace the few tattoos that you have

If you have more than one color in your hair, I feel he would play and look at your hair a lot when cuddling

Sometimes, he would bring you with to his meetings and put you in his lap and just fiddle with you the whole time

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Taglist request section

[birdwonder]

i wanna write a poly hellaverse x-reader fic

[enbyenvy666]

i just can't

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

based on something i discovered about myself recently 🤭

CONTENT WARNINGS - 18+ MDNI, gn!reader x various, vibrator, reader takes medication (brief implication of poor mental health), reader has trouble coming, no beta we die like men w/c - 0.4k

“I told you, I can’t cum.”

It felt like it was the umpteenth you had to repeat yourself. You loved your partner, you truly did, and you knew he was coming from a good place when he asked you if you finished. He just wanted you to feel as good as you made him, but you couldn’t through no fault of your own. It was a medication you had taken for years, one of the side effects being the inability to orgasm. Sure, it was frustrating at times but it was a necessary evil in exchange for better mental health.

“Are you sure?” He would ask again, already reaching down to touch between your thighs. 

“Yes, I’m sure,” you would always respond, silencing his next argument with a kiss. “You still made me feel amazing baby.”

It was always sweet of him to try, you had rubbed yourself raw many times before, but it was all in vain. That was until he came home and proudly presented a vibrator. It was shaped like a long bullet and hot pink in colour, by twisting the bottom of it the vibrations became stronger, and despite its simplistic design, the way it strongly buzzed in your hand had you impressed. 

Eager to use it, he quickly had you on the bed, naked and moaning. The stretch of his cock had a familiar feeling burning inside you, but you never wanted him to stop. He almost got lost in the moment, fucking into your tight hole and savouring your sweet whimpers made him forget his goal. On the lowest setting, he ran the vibrator over your nipples, giving you a taste of what was to come—down your belly and between your thighs, touching it to every sensitive spot on your sex.

Every jolt of pleasure the toy sent through you had your back arching, tightening around his fat cock still thrusting inside your slick hole. Feeling you squeeze him particularly tight, he held the vibrator on that bundle of nerves that had you breathless, nails clawing down his back. Before you even realised what had happened, you were crying his name as your body tensed and legs shook, feeling as if something in your core snapped and released, your body now sticky with your cum.

His hips stilled, still balls deep inside your guts, and drew the vibrator away, staring down at you with wide eyes. Your eyes were equally as wide, panting to catch your breath. His lips stretched into a smirk, keeping his eyes locked with yours and he turned the vibrator up, bringing it back between your legs. 

It was time to make up for all those years. 

𓍊𓋼𓆏𓋼𓍊 Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Izuku Midoriya, Dabi, Hawks, Shota Aizawa, Shoto Todoroki, Lucifer (OM), Satan (OM), Mammon (OM), Solomon (OM), Diavolo (OM), Lucifer Morningstar (HH), Asmodeus (HB)

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reminding everyone that im a mammon freak and you should be too. if this smut doesnt convince you to hop on this clown then you’re wrong

Word Count: 6.9k

Rating: E Pairing: Mammon x F!Reader

CW/TW: Mammon

Summary:

Even after dating the infamous sin Mammon for months, the man hasn't even tried to lay one dirty hand on you. You decide it's time to change that and put on a skimpy black dress on your next date! Only one problem, the reporters love it more than he does!

Or so you think. Preview below the cut

Openly dating one of the Sins was one of the best ways to end up with your name everywhere. In magazines, TV segments, and online discussion boards. It felt like your whole world was turned upside down once they had snapped a single photo of you leaving a restaurant with Mammon. He towered over you considerably, but you stuck out like a sore thumb as a simple hell-born Baphomet. A secretary that happened by the strangest fluke, a misfiling! Mammon had been far too impressed with your initial meeting to fire you.

All it took was a little healthy fear and suddenly he became borderline obsessed with you. At first, it was casual hangouts with the large sinner making himself quite at home with you. Then he was stealing your weekends and your free time for reasons unrelated to work. His hand became familiar on your shoulder, pushing you into his large plush body whenever he had some oddly capitalistic word of wisdom to share.

Before you knew it, the Sin had become a familiar part of your life. Only he was frustratingly chaste! Sure he’d cuddle with you, push that head against your neck, and wrap his four arms around you. You were happy to lay up on his fuzzy belly and simply… sleep. It was heavenly but three months later and he had not so much as tried to kiss you once.

You’d get to hold his hand! Mammon would pick you up and carry you. He even got you, your very own jester cap! Some days you’d lay on top of him while you played video games together. But… it never got more physical than that.

But tonight you felt you hyping yourself up to try and push things to the next level! At least a smooch! Today’s secret weapon? A pretty black dress that hugged your curves, leaving nothing to the imagination of what you were packing. High heels that showed off your legs even with your hooves fighting it every step of the way, and you went the extra mile to have your hair up.

Tonight! You were going to fuck a clown!

You arrived first at the venue. Standing outside waiting for him, pulling the shawl around your shoulders to attempt and banish the chilling cold of the evening. You’d chosen beauty over comfort and were starting to regret it. The flash of a camera made me far too aware of how high the hem of your dress rode and the plunging neckline.

It didn’t stop with one flash or two. Several were going off in the dark corners where you were never looking. You were stuck between staying where you were so Mammon could find you, or finding a place to hide. The anxiety of the crossroad didn’t have to live long. A familiar limo on the street meant your brief vigil was over and salvation.

You stood on the tips of your hooves, watching with unmasked excitement waiting for the sight of the man who had become so quickly dear to you.

Mammon stepped out wearing a bright green suit with a black vest underneath. His head was still covered with his iconic mask, matching with the colors of his formal wear. There were trappings of familiarity such as the squirting water flower and the spinning bow tie that spoke of his profession. The pressure in your chest felt much lighter at the sight of the larger-than-life sin. Thankfully he attracted all the cameras too! Something Mammon could brush off with ease because it was a world he was born into.

“There’s my Doll!” The familiar voice with its Australian slang cut through the din of the city. The nickname was a familiar one, apparently short for one of Mammon’s favorite things: The Dollar Bill.

The Chartreuse eyes glowed even in the evening, contrasting against the artificial lights. Mammon wasted no time scooping you right off the ground! Hands held your waist, lifting you until you were face to face despite your height differences. He then tucked you into the crook of his lower set of arms like a seat while the upper half was your support for your back. Your legs bent against his belly while he looked at you with his face illuminating with joy.

“You look like a million bucks!” A toothy grin flashed across his face; knowing how cheesy that sounded.

Didn’t fail to bring heat to your neck and a bubbling joy that had you bashfully trying to turn your head away. That was the highest compliment THE Mammon could give! “Fuzzy! We’re in public!” You reminded him. But the sin could hardly care, already pressing his forehead against yours. The ear of his hat tickled your scalp as his lips pressed against your temple.

“Yeah! And you think I give a shit? They SHOULD be looking. These pieces of shit are lucky to be getting to see people like us in public! Fuck, I should be CHARGING them. Wait--” The illuminated expression faltered, eyes squinting. He was stuck in one of his usual thoughts on how to exploit anything and everything for money. It was but one of the many things you loved about the man! Instead of interrupting you pressed a chaste kiss against his forehead, too shy to steal your first kiss in public!

Mammon’s face gentled, large green eyes widening in joy. “Aww, who am I kidding? I’m with my Doll! I’ll exploit these bitches later. You ready for some Italian?”

“You bet! I’ve never been anywhere this fancy before. I hope I don’t accidentally embarrass us...” It had to be quite an affair it was to make even Mammon dress up in a suit. The clown cocked his head to the side and then burst into laughter.

“Don’t worry Doll! Play it off like a joke and everyone will think you’re funny yeah? In any case, I’d hardly be Mammon if I didn’t take my girl to the most expensive restaurant in town yeah? I’m not some… broke loser. Eugh, like can you imagine?” Mammon stuck out his tongue as if it were easily the least attractive trait in anyone. You stuck your tongue out with him, a gesture that brought back that brilliant smile you loved.

“Hah, there’s my Doll! Poor people right? It’s like they want to be a joke. Come on!” Not given much of a choice, you were rocked within the cradle of Mammon’s arms. Held possessively, intentionally blocking you from the sight of the cameras.

[chrolloluvr]

Adam, Mammon, Alastor and Lucifer with a insecure S/o

💋ྀིྀིAdam, Mammon, Alastor, Stolas and Lucifer w/ Insecure S/O 💋ྀིྀི

Note: Yesss i love this request!! As somebody who is insecure about quite a few things I think this is so cute <3 🥰 Also I hope you don't mind me adding Stolas <3

Female!reader, GenderNeutral!Reader for Stolas <3

Warnings: Cussing, mentions of sex

Mammon 💸:

He does not grasp the concept of insecure. Why be insecure when your with him? He chose you, right? He is extremely picky, so what is there to worry about? Why are you insecure? To him you are adorable, so who cares?

He may notice you are feeling down lately, or that you have been avoiding him, which agitates him to no end.

So at first, he will have you bottle up your insecurity, just so that he can be your big savior, and make you feel loved by him.

When you tell him exactly what you are insecure about, he audibly laughs. Well, he doesn't mean to make you upset or anything, but like, are you being serious?

He will say things like:

"Babe, what the fack? you look hot, theres no need to beat around the goddamn bush."

"What, is it your (insert insecurity)? cmon, don't be such a sour puss. You look just fine to me."

"Cmon sweets, whats on ya mind? How about we go out to the restaurant you love, yeah?"

He will go to that restaurant, even though he hates it. He just does not like seeing his little trophy upset or visibly irked. Even if there is Paparazzi around, he will hide them from you, or bribe them to leave.

His favorite insecurity on you would have to be your thighs. He loves squeezing them, jiggling them, putting his head between them, seeing them move when you walk, etc. If you have bigger ones, he thinks that one of, if not the best physical quality about you. He will spend his time ranting to you while snug in your legs about how annoying his newest stars are, or how Ozzie did this, or Fizzarolli did that-

Overall, he will make sure you dont go on with that contentious bullshit ever again. He cant have his favorite little lady upset, can he?

Adam 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪:

He is Adam, the first man, he does not ever feel insecure. he never makes mistakes.

But in reality, he has felt insecure. Especially after his two wives left him for the. same. man.

He does not notice until a while later that you are upset. He thinks you are happy all the time because of him. But he's basically your husband, so he will notice things about you, that you don't even know about yourself (same as mammon)

When you tell him you are insecure, he coddles you, and threats you like you're an infant

He will say things like:

"Your insecure? About what? You have to be lying babe, you look perfect to me."

"Relax babe, im kidding, so its your (insert insecurity)? Oh, are you joking?"

"How about... you and me do a little something something, hm?"

(He is a sex deviant, so he will always bring that up.)

He tries to make it up to you by putting on your favorite movie, and bringing you your favorite snacks. But he ends up eating most of them himself...

But anyways, his favorite insecurity is your ass. He likes squeezing it, spanking it, etc. Even if it small, he likes it and thinks its cute. He will randomly pick you up and throw you over his shoulder and just, spank it, and put you down??

So overall, he is okay at comforting you, but dont come running to him unless you dont want things to turn somehow sexual.

Alastor 🎶:

He has never felt insecure in his twisted mind.

He will notice immediately that you are upset about something. He takes action fairly quickly, by rubbing your shoulders, etc.

When you tell him you are insecure, he is very understanding. You are his dearest, so he wants to take care of you, and make you feel like an angel.

While he may not understand insecurity himself, he understands you are disarmed, and that bothers him greatly.

He will say things like:

"My love, don't fret about these regal thoughts. What are you feeling down about now?"

"Is this about your (insert insecurity)? If so, that is silly nonsense, my dear. You know I do not mind."

"How about, we take a stroll. Maybe we could stop by Rosie, she sure knows how to cheer you up, hm?"

He tries his best to make you feel better, because your feelings reflect on him. While it may not seem so on the outside, his heart tears when he sees you like this.

His favorite insecurity has to be your hip dips. He thinks they make you look very feminine and womanlike, which he likes. He likes to run his hands over them, enjoying the way his fingers sink into them.

So overall, Alastor makes you feel very loved and cared for. You will never feel discontent as long as he is in your vicinity.

Lucifer 𓆩𓆪:

He has felt insecure a lot. From being casted down into Hell, to his wife somewhat recently leaving him, (to his height), he knows what it feels like

But since meeting you, he is very attentive over you.

So he notices very quickly that you are upset.

When the time comes to tell him that you are insecure, (because he kept asking you frantically whats wrong), He is very understanding.

He will say things like:

"Seriously? You? Insecure? Well we cant have that here, now can we?"

"Its your (insert insecurity)? Its ok honey, I love you just how you are."

"Honey, how about the two of us stay home for the day, hm?"

He will stay by your side a lot more often now that you told him that. He is a very doting and worried lover like Stolas, so he wants you to feel comfortable with yourself.

His favorite insecurity of your is also your thighs. Big or small, he loves them. His favorite is when his head and cheeks are squished against them. Or when he's eating you out, and he feels the warmth smothering his face. He loves the way they move when you walk as well like Mammon.

So overall, he knows what it is like to be insecure. He wants you to feel loved, and like you are cherished by him.

Stolas 𓅪:

Feels insecure a lot like Lucifer. WIth his (ex)wife, concerning his daughter, etc.

He also will notice your changes instantly. SO he will constantly ask if something is wrong. When it comes to you being upset, he will be very combative in telling him.

So when you tell him you are insecure, he feels for you. He will hold you close, and let you lay on top of his fluffy, feathered body.

He will say things like:

"Sweetheart, what is troubling you so much? I am always by your side, you know. So if you want to talk, we can."

"Your (insert insecurity)? But they are beautiful! You don't have to worry my owlette."

"How about we watch a movie? That always seems to cheer you up."

He is very concerned about you, and just wants to make you happy. That is his duty in his mind. If he cant make the rest of his family happy, he can surely make you happy, right?

His favorite insecurity of yours is stretch marks. He likes them, and he thinks they look like cute little tiger cub stripes. He will run his slender fingers over them, making you shiver in the process. He believes they are like pieces of art, just all over your body.

So in his mind, you are perfect. He is always going to love you, insecurity through and through. You are his lover.

[nixie-writes]

Daughter of the Seven Deadly Sins

Lucifer

being the youngest of the Morningstar family was not easy. Your father, your current caretaker, was always holed up in his quarters, playing with toy ducks. He was a shell of his former self.

as his remaining daughter, you were treated like royalty, seeing as you were royalty. You had butlers, you had servants, you had the whole nine yards. However, you missed your older sister, Charlie. Your father hadn't even bothered to give you her number.

from a very young age you were coddled. You got everything you wanted, all of Hell was yours for the asking. One day Lucifer was strolling through Lu Lu World and he spotted the biggest duck plushie he'd ever seen as a prize for winning the hardest level of the game. Instead of actually playing though, he smacked some money on the table and motioned to the duck plushie and the clerk gave it to him. He knew it would be a wonderful birthday present.

life around the Morningstar manor was quite enjoyable. You got everything you wanted, you had servants and bodyguards watch your every move, it was the closest to Heaven you'd ever be.

Asmodeus

you were adopted as a baby by Oz and Fizz, and they adored you from the start. They bought you educational toys, stuffies, anything a beautiful baby girl could need.

as you grew older, you became more independent and Fizz feared you would go on a rebellious streak. Oz wasn't worried though, he knew how to put you in your place with a steady hand and proper punishment.

so the night you snuck out to one of Bee's parties and didn't come home until 3 in the morning, Oz banned you from Sinstagram and all other social media for a month, as well as a two month grounding from leaving the house to go anywhere. You thought it was unfair, and that showed Asmodeus that he was taking good care of you.

Beelzebub

your mother called you her wild card for a reason. You stayed out late, you hung out with boys you didn't know, you were a handful. Because Bee was the most unfit parent given her Sin, she got help from other demons.

Satan taught you respect, Belphegor taught you patience, etc. The other sins helped raise you, while giving Bee the room she needed to show herself as an active mother in your life.

don't worry, Vortex wasn't left out of the picture. He was much more stern to you than Bee was. He was willing to punish you, he didn't care about whatever tantrum you threw. But you loved him, he was strong and steady and had a firm hand in guiding you in the right direction.

Belphegor

Bel is usually just nodding off, either from her narcolepsy or because she was coming down off something. So you essentially did whatever the hell you wanted.

you lived a carefree life. You hung out with the wrong crowds, did the wrong things, etc. Like your mother you experimented with party drugs but you passed out and woke up in an empty parlor room. This was when you learned that drugs may be a bad idea.

it took a hard lesson to straighten you out. You snaked your way up to Satan late one night and tried to seduce him. Being an adult you could do that sort of thing. Instead of laying it on you he used his fear factor to shake out a little of your hubris. Sort of like the show Scared Straight.

Leviathan

like your mother, you were a two headed being. As such, you were the most popular kid in high school. Everyone wanted to be your friend, the nerds were helping with your homework and schoolwork, etc. However, you were the sort of girl to only hang out with the other Sins' daughters.

your mother always taught you to walk with purpose, how to have the girls begging for tips to be more like you, how to have boys clawing each other to get a chance to ask you out, though the answer was usually, if not always, a resounding no.

you were one of the most behaved daughters. No one had to worry about you coming home on time or who you were hanging out with. You were the model child, and the other daughters were, well, envious of this.

Mammon

you kept his accent but not much else. Mammon is a money hungry, gorging, sadistic asshole who expects his employees to be the commercial brand of fuckable. You were glad Glitz and Glam replaced Fizzarolli, he didn't seem happy doing the clown business anymore.

you were old enough to fend for yourself so he sent you off on your own. His robot Fizzarollies had practically raised you in his stead, so you had no issue making distance between yourself and him.

you had the top independent streak of the daughters. The others, both younger and older, looked up to you in respect for your lack of a father figure, and some wanted you to help them become independent like you.

Satan

you were a daddy's girl for sure. At only a human age of 6, you were innocent and sweet, the exact opposite of Satan. Despite that, he rocked a "#1 Dad" shirt when he had you with him in public. He didn't want any sick deviant thinking they could steal away with you and survive.

the other Sins and their daughters adored you, and how kind and sweet you are. Satan's therapist suggested he take a lesson from you and try to be more sweet, but it just wasn't in his blood. He was a Sin for God's sake, and he was the law, he couldn't coddle those who broke demon law.

regardless of that, he coddled you and made you sweeter than blueberry pie. You had horns like his but those of a female imp, of which he adored. He'd often hold your hand or carry you places. He was very protective of you and if you so much as tripped and scraped your knee he'd be screaming for paramedics.

though he knew you would develop a rebellious streak when you got older, he trusted that he raised you well enough to know what you should and shouldn't do, and he could only hope the best for you.

[mygoldtears]

[signedkoko]

Could I get a Mammon, Vox and Husk with a S/O who gets harassed on the street and their reaction? You can have full creative control over what type of harassment!

I love your fics- if this isn’t getting the creative juices flowing just let me know and I’ll request something different <3

🦷 anon

Husk | Mammon | Vox [Romantic]

In which some loathsome idiot thinks they'll get away with harassing their beloved s/o.

One of your favourite date nights is spent bar hopping

Pop a drink or two in each one, sometimes sharing one cocktail, his wing draped around you, your head leant on his shoulder, humming to the music surrounding you

Both of you had a preference for the less popular spots, the kinds of places you got the weirdest combinations, where he could be inspired and you could give him thoughts

The plus side of the smaller joints was that the music was never too loud, drinks were cheaper, and there was always a few spots free at the bar

Downside was that most places had their regulars, the kind of people who couldn't get in anywhere else

The kind of desperation that builds and spreads like mold in the corner of a dark room next to a leaky pipe

On a few occasions, someone would harmlessly ask to buy you a drink and would turn tail when Husk gave them his usually 'fuck off' look

But this time, the guy would just not get the hint

" What? Already claimed dibs on the bitch? "

Yeah- no, that attitude towards you is not going to fly

Not even three seconds and there's a bottle smashed on the drunk demons head, and three cards flying back into Husk's hand

That's when the bleeding starts

You slap a 20 down for your bill and jump straight up, already being dragged by Husk out the door

Insists if he stayed there you would have both gotten banned anyways, and he likes that spot

You guys don't really go out so casually without a good reason, or just for old times sake

A sin and his spouse on a city street in greed was just asking for bad things to happen

But still, if you asked and he had nothing that day, Mammon would always rather get quality time with you and people watch

Thats most of your conversation, pointing out demons and joking about what you think they are like, what the do, how they speak

It's always a fun game, until some newcomer saw you laughing at him and marched right up, clearly on something and clearly ready to have a go at someone

The moment he reaches for your wrist, his thumb falls to the floor, a messy and jagged cut the only sign of attack besides one of Mammons spider legs now revealed

Before he can even realize the pain or what's happened, Mammon lets out a menacing laugh

" Every extra inch towards my broad is another finger. "

That demon was already screaming and running away, most the crowd on the street that was watching now hurrying in any direction opposite of you and Mammon

" I'm only worth one finger? "

" Nah. Just being generous for once. "

Not really a street guy, but unfortunately some press conferences and events require mingling and interacting with others, which he never liked

Thankfully, with you he has an excuse to stay away from others, or show you off

He usually goes for the latter

He's all 'Have you met my wife?' 'My wife loves x and y!' 'Isn't my wife absolutely gorgeous?'

You are the first topic he speaks of after his company; you'd be the first if he didn't have to waste so much time being a salesman, but that is how the cookie crumbles

Sometimes when there's specific press releases, he has to send you off for a moment, where you usually go and mingle with some of the others in his industry you befriended

During one such interview, he couldn't help but spot out the corner of his eye, some lousy business woman drape her arm around your waist and grab at your hip

" Sorry yeah, this interview is over. "

Literally shoves his way over, sparks and electricity flying, to rip you out of her arms

" Baaabe, is this a friend? Whatever the case, we really gotta get going! "

Jealousy 3000

He's glad he stepped in after he overhears that lady had a habit of harassing other attendees

New clause in every interview; they have to include you or provide security over you while he is busy

Author's Note - Tooth anon comes in for another PIPIN HOT request!! I actually feel so bad because every time I take a break form writing is on yoru request and that really makes it look bad I am so sorry 😩

[swagyalastorwife]

Mammon with a child!reader💚

A/N: hiiiiiiii guyssss (^-^)/❤️ So this fanfiction was requested so I hope you like it💚

⚠️warning⚠️:reader is fragile, injury,knif

Part2

$ Imagine that one day the sin of greed will have a child.

$ It seems impossible, doesn't it? And yet, that's what happened to Mammon a few months ago.

$ While Mammon was trying to summon food, he made a mistake in the spell and summoned something else...

"What the hell is this?!"

$ When he opened his eyes, he saw a child with a pale complexion like a porcelain doll, who looked as fragile as a porcelain doll.

"What are you?"

You didn't answer.

"You know what, I don't give a damn who you are. There's no way I'm keeping a kid with me."

So he grabbed your arm, getting ready to throw you out into the streets of hell, but he noticed your face contorted in pain when he took your arm.

"What's wrong, kid?"

"You..you..you're hurting me!"

"What, are you kidding? I barely touched your arm."

$ And yet he couldn't help but worry about you. He doesn't know why, but he didn't want to let you go.

"Pfff, fine, if you're that fragile, you can stay here, but watch out for the slightest mistake, and I'll throw you out."

"No!"

" do you have somewhere to live "

"N...no"

"So you stay with me I have to take care of you, you brat"

$ The years passed and Mammon was like a father to you.

$ He took care of you,

$ Cooked for you,

$ Took you to the clown show he organized.

$ And from time to time, he left you with Fizzarolli when he had meetings with the other Sins.

$ Despite being the Sin of Greed, he always does his best to take care of you, even if, let's be honest, he's clearly not the best at it.

$ Sometimes he forgets that you're fragile, and you've almost gotten hurt or even died several times.

$ Once he let you go out alone in the streets of hell because at first he didn't always pay attention to you and when you came back terrified and covered in injuries he hated himself and decided not to let you go out without supervision anymore, he will also be careful with the knife and any other sharp object

$ He's also always wondered about your human appearance, and sometimes he imagines that before summoning you, you were on Earth with a real family, but he never really dared to ask you.

$ Even though Mammon is the stupidest being in hell, he'll do his best to take care of you and give you all the love you need, even if it's still not enough.

$ He'll never dare tell you, but he loves you and truly considers you his own child.

💚💚💚

[voxslays]

MORE SATAN HEADCANNONS

Part one here Part three here

Sheds a LOT. You will find random pieces of old/dead skin and scales of his just lying around, ew. You really need to get him to pick this up! This is just ridiculous at this point, like seriously Satan? Which brings me to my next point-

Lots of couples therapy. This man loves you more than hell itself—more than anything—but there are certain things you do that make him tick, and it’s the same with you. Expect fights about the most minor things and topics, especially with his anger issues. Sometimes, not even Yogirt can stop the two of you fighting. (Seriously, the poor man doesn’t get paid enough for this!)

You two are totally a gym couple. You lift weights, run track, do yoga—which was yogirt’s idea ofc—etc. When you two aren’t at the gym (or court), you are either relaxing or helping Satan come up with workout plans for both himself, and his workout app. It’s also extremely hard to pull him away from the gym equipment.

Thanks to Yogirt, he is a zodiac girlie. He is an ares rising, completely into meditating crystals, chakras, moodboards, yoga, and listens to asmr and muckbangs to fall asleep. Nobody can convince me otherwise.

[circle-of-mushrooms]

The Secret That We Hide | Mammon x Angel! Reader

Summary: Once a month, you find an excuse to sneak away from Heaven to visit your beloved in Hell. As an archangel, your relationship with the King of Greed would be deemed sacrilegious and, therefore, must be a secret. CW: Mammon. GN!Reader | Nudity | Non-Sexual Intimacy | Fluff | Secret Relationship Word Count: 5.3K

The third of every month had always meant something very dear to you.

An entire twenty-four hours were dedicated to someone very special, someone you could rarely visit. Seeing the pages turn on the calendar was a chrysalis, and by the third day of a new month, the fluttering wings in your stomach bounced off every wall. As an archangel, you could not see him often as it would be deemed inappropriate by those around you, especially with a status such as yours. You were meant to be a shining example to the virtuous. However, what Heaven did not know was sure not to hurt them.

Masterful hands knitted in the air. Glitters trickled from your fingertips like fairy dust as you picked apart the fabric of time and space’s seams, unstitching a tear that freed it to glow and thrum within the air. Past its threshold was the sight of house rooftops easily dwarfed by the surrounding factories. An oppressive heat blasted through the portal - much unlike Heaven’s cool air that chilled the skin your clothes did not cover - and seemed to try to push you away, almost desperately. Yet your ambitions did not waver. Your wings unfurled, stretching to their fullest, and your arms pulled forward with your palms pressed together.

Sense had been abandoned long before you were diving into Hell.

The seven rings could not reach the same pearlescent clouds Heaven could, but one could still find shapes in how the smoke stacks blew plumes of turquoise smog into the air, the same ones you flew past as you were heading for the ground. Had you not been so accustomed to the air, you would have been choked by the rancid miasma that forced its way to your lungs. The lower you were, the worse it got. Above, there was a space to breathe, but in the heart of the storm, you were suffocating. 

Much of the floor was shrouded by the smoke, but a glint caught your eye, and you knew where to go. Many came to Greed to fund wealthy lifestyles and live in lavish homes. Yet they all paled compared to the mansion with golden ornaments decorating the roof that guided you to where you had to go. Tall gates protected the home from intruders, yet you were free to fly over them straight toward the front entrance.

The beating of your wings had alerted the four guards, two on either side of the door. Trained to kill a threat on sight, not a single one hesitated to point their weapons and cock the rifle, only to lower them when met with your face. 

Your hands were wrung together as you nodded a greeting to each of them, but none returned. They all only stared. Like a shawl, your feathers covered you - hiding you from their leering gazes, yet you knew their mouths were sewn shut. Grand double doors were finally pulled open by two maids who looked upon you with familiarity and ushered you inside.

You whispered your thanks for them taking your coat and asked one how her husband was doing - he had been sick last month - and the other if she was fairing well in college. They smiled like it had been the first time in a while, and their lips were cracking from a stiff position. There was always a light in their eyes when they spoke to you, though you wondered if it was the reflection of your halo.

Every visit, they offered to guide you to where you had to go, but you knew these halls well. Gilded statues and marble pillars mapped your journey - flaunts of wealth you could never dream of having because you were taught it was wrong. You tried to pace yourself down the hallway and not let your excitement get the better of you.

When met with another set of doors, they were guarded by a new pair of maids. One sputtered upon seeing you, and the other gave her a look. The first one must be new. The new ones were never prepared to see you, even when given ample warning. 

Bowing your head, they could not comprehend your respect. Instead of an answer, they opened the doors.

The room was dark, with an abyss on each wall that made it seem endlessly large, and only a few light sources were omitted from the round table in the middle of it all. There was a steel candelabra with five flickering wicks and the blue light of an open phone - both illuminating the broad figure of the embodiment of all things selfish, the never-satisfied desire to want more – Greed. 

You were shaking and overwrought.

Engrossed in whatever he was reading, Mammon hadn’t noticed your presence and continued to scroll through endless threads of people praising a new movie he had funded. Despite how tight it felt, you managed to clear your throat to catch his attention. Immediately, he appeared offended to be interrupted and was ready to scream at the fool, only for the chartreuse eyes to soften and grow.

“Aha! There’s my shinin’ star! Sure know how to keep a guy waiting, don’t cha babe?” Four wonderful arms stretched to the side, and his chair screeched against the ground when he stood. Whatever space his eyes did not take up, his grin did. “What are you doing standing around all doe-eyed for? C’mere!” 

With his simple permission, the legs of a newborn deer turned to one of a wildcat as you sprinted toward him. You would have been faster with your wings. He made you forget you had those.

You threw yourself into his body, pressing the side of your face against his plush stomach as you tried to wrap your arms around him as much as you could. You wished you could melt into him and become one. But Mammon would still say he didn’t get enough of you. 

Barking out a laugh, a hand fell on top of your head to pet your hair. “Hah! You missed me that much?”

Turning your head, your nose buried into the swell of his stomach and picked up on his smell. Musky. He sprayed something expensive. But underneath it all, you can still smell him. Muffled, you gave him what he wanted to hear. “Always. Being away from you feels like forever.”

You didn’t need to see his grin. You knew it was there. 

Two hands held you by the waist, lifting you so that you were met with his chest. That way, all four arms could compress you against him, and his soft chin would brush your hair. You managed to reach for his neck, nuzzling into it and wishing he’d rid himself of his cap so that you could feel him and him alone. Bells on the liliripes jingled, drawing your attention to the golden heart shapes that made your own sing. Mammon loved to theme his attire for every occasion, and it was a sight when he subtly incorporated you into his outfits.

Neither of you remembered who pulled away first, but it was like prying a nail out of wood.

Parts of your outfit were gently tugged as he soaked the sight of you in and engraved it into his memory. One hand ghosted along a wing, which made your back tense and chest rise, and another brushed over your cheek with a gentle thumb. “Look at ya, all dolled up for me. I could eat you up just like this.” 

You laughed softly as you took hold of the wrist closest to your face, burying yourself into his palm before pressing a gentle kiss against it. “But then you’d have no room for dinner and definitely not dessert.” 

It was then your turn to admire your lover. His sage suit was incredibly fitting, decked in black and yellow patterns with white accents to break it up. Mammon claimed he felt ‘naked’ without his jester cap, and you never requested he remove it for a date. The quirky accessory was what made Mammon, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. “Seems like I’m not the only one who dressed up tonight. This look suits you perfectly, hon.”

Peering down at himself, he remet your eyes with a proud look. “Yeh? You like? Should count yourself lucky, ain’t no one seen me in this suit before.” And he looked prouder when he winked. “Though no one’s seen me without it either.” 

Hell was hot, but barely an excuse for the heat that rose to your cheeks. Mammon had noticed and cackled, drinking up how easily you became embarrassed. “My lil’ angel’s so cute!” All of his hands except for one pulled away then. The remaining one was pressed on your back and led you to the seat opposite his, and two spare hands pulled it out. The fourth made a circled gesture toward it. 

“My, what a gentleman,” you mused pleasantly and sat on the firm, velvety cushions upon the chair - a little boost to help with your height difference. 

Mammon circled back around to his seat and pulled himself closer to the table. “What can I say? If chivalry’s dead, then I yanked that fucker’s heart out and gave it a jumpstart so it could have a second coming!” A slight crackle of green light sparked from a pointed finger to emphasise his joke. 

The table had already been set for the two of you. More cutlery than you intended to use was positioned in their traditionally allocated spaces with a ceramic plate already placed before you. A satin napkin that you spread across your lap was initially folded neatly on it. The wine glasses were already filled, no doubt with something expensive, and the bottle was kept nearby for the many refills you were sure Mammon would indulge in. You don’t even think you’ve ever seen him drunk, let alone tipsy.

“I’m glad you made it, babe. Had me worried you weren’t going to show! Course, that was stupid.” Mammon intertwined two hands together and used them to cradle his chin as he leaned forward. “How could ya ever stay away from me?” 

“With a great deal of resistance, that’s for certain.” The two of you always humoured each other, and while you weren’t by any means a stage performer, Mammon insisted he always had a laugh with you around. Apparently, that was a hard standard to meet. “Once a month is never enough. I heard about the Princess Morningstar’s efforts of redeeming sinners to have them return to Heaven. What if I enlisted you for her program so you could be reformed and come back with me one day?” You teased him.

“Go up there where it’s a crime to want more than you’ve given?” An unimpressed brow rose before he waved off the mere idea of passing the pearly gates. “PASS! ’S not my style, Doll, you know that. Besides, all them angels are boring. Can’t take a fucking joke! Do one skit about a guy getting his head blown off and whaddya hear? Crickets! And what would I even sell up there?” Mammon threw to arms up. “They’re too strict to mass produce sugary goods or some pointless doohickey that some dumb cunt buys just cause the internet’s telling ’em to!” 

He pointed to the sky with two hands and his other two arms crossed over to form an ‘X.’ “Never! I’d hate every last one of ’em, too. Well.” Leaning back in, Mammon looked almost love-sick with his hooded eyes and curled smile. “‘Sides from you, of course.” 

Pretending to be a blushing maiden, you covered your cheeks and batted your lashes at him. “Oh, you don’t mean that,” you joked. 

The proximity between you both was short-lived as he returned to leaning back, but his flirtations never ceased. “You know damn well I do, doll.”

“But you’re right. Heaven is no place for a man like you.” The sigh from your lips was heavy and defeated. If only he could come home with you, but Heaven did not know this is where you went once a month. If asked, you proclaimed that you were going to Earth to observe the humans as it was your duty as an archangel to look over them. Since Lucifer and Lilith, angels were forbidden from forming relationships with humans. But there were no official rules against an angel and a demon. However, you knew the reactions to your relationship would not be kind, and you both agreed to keep it a secret until the time was right. If there ever was such a time. “Not that I’d have you any other way, of course.”

That was the secret behind your relationship. Not once did either of you try to make the other change. You might sometimes ask Mammon to have more sympathy toward his workers, and Mammon would try to entice you to be more greedy, but the idea of one of you changing scared the other. 

“Works the other way around though, don’t it? You’re not built to walk around Hell all by yourself.” He wasn’t wrong… “If I ever let you out there, you’d get jumped on in a second! Lots of sick fucks would want you all to themselves. And who knows what depraved or fucked up shit they’d do! That’s why you always have to be by my side.” Confident in his conclusion, he didn’t account for the fact you would never want to be away from him regardless.

You cooed sweetly at his unhidden feelings, how he never shied from admitting how much he wanted you around. “Hell would very quickly become Heaven if I was made to be with you every second, Mammon.”

And you were blatant with your affections, too. It was impossible to hide how besotted you were for a capitalistic clown. You swore you could see his ego grow with each compliment you fed him, but the rare occasion when a pale green hue painted the white furs of his face made it entirely worth it.

The feel-good atmosphere shifted when Mammon clapped, making a resounding sound that echoed off the walls and slightly startled you. Once more, the doors opened, and imps of all sizes came hurdling in with carts and trays packed with food. And they were only the starters! 

Mammon very often indulged in cheap yet filling foods. Nuggets, wings, fries, burgers– All drenched in grease and salt to elevate the flavour and ease of cooking. But who was to say he couldn’t enjoy something more dignified? Nothing showed off his wallet more than being able to afford caviar when the ordinary demon struggled to afford fish. 

An assortment of hors d’ouevres were set down, and you quickly became spoiled for choice. While your hand glided from one plate to another, unsure of what to pick at first, Mammon lifted a plate of salmon rolls and picked one off. 

“Humans gave things like these a fancy name. French call it amuse-bouche, or some shit,” he began to explain, adding emphasis to the new word with a tone that suggested he found it to be ridiculous. One eye squinted while the wider one inspected the small roll. “Suppoused to mean ‘amuses the mouth,’ but look-it! How’s something so small meant to do anything for me?”

The roll was then tossed up into the air. Throwing his head back, Mammon opened his mouth to catch the morsel of food in his hungry maw. After giving him a small cheer and applause, he then lifted the plate to his mouth and tilted it downward so all the other rolls fell into his mouth at once, and he chewed away.

Looking over to you, he then realised his mistake. “Aw crap–” His words were muffled with food remaining in his mouth. “Didn’t ask if you wanted one.” 

As was expected for the King of Greed. But as you did every time, you shook your head. “I didn’t one one anyways. Enjoy!” And even if you did want one, you knew what you were getting into being with him. 

To make up for it, he offered you another plate of something tastier, and once he got the hint that you loved it - your tell was the delighted hum and lifting brows - he urged you to take at least five more.

“Alright! Well, did I get to tell ya about my new star clowns yet? You’d love ’em! Surprisingly funny for women…”

And that was how the rest of dinner would go. The two of you drank wine, feasting until your stomachs nearly popped and catching up on all that could not be shared over the course of a month. You two would joke, laugh, gasp, and sigh, wishing the dinner could last forever.

                                            · · ─────── 💰─────── · ·

       After dinner, Mammon had scooped you into his upper set of arms with such a speed that you worried there had been something wrong. But you broke into giggles when you realised he didn’t want to waste a single second of your twenty-four hours together. Money could buy Mammon everything except for time; otherwise, he’d have it frozen so you would never leave. 

You were carried like a newlywed bride into his ensuite bathroom, the two of you settling down from a joke you had made and had only gotten funnier the second time it was said. As was all of his rooms, the place was grand. The size of it was bigger than an average bedroom, with two sinks, wide mirrors and warm, fresh towels folded. You noticed two placed closer to the bathtub, one much larger than the other. 

The bathtub was almost like a small pool, as it had to accommodate a towering man who surpassed average heights. Nothing about Mammon was average, truthfully. When your feet made contact with the ground again, you bounded toward the tub and dipped your hand into the water. Still hot! You watched as the water rippled as you waved your hand through it, allowing yourself to grow accustomed to the heat before submerging yourself. 

“Hurry up then, before it gets cold!”

Turning your head to the side, you watched as Mammon dropped the last of his clothes to the floor and blushed at the sight of him. Without his jester cap, there was nothing to hide the white tufts of hair upon his head that stuck up a little from being hidden under the accessory for so long. And now you were free to admire his plush body, each curve and dip tempting you to push him backwards into the bedroom so that you could explore them with your hands and eyes, but you contained yourself. Angels were good at that. 

The water displaced when Mammon lowered himself in, swaying and spilling over the sides of the acrylic tub and creating puddles on the floor. A clawed hand beckoned you forward, and you began to rid yourself of your clothes. They dropped with an unceremonious fwump as you stood bare in front of him. Unlike with the guards, there was no reason to hide from him. Your wings folded behind you neatly, and without shame, you stepped inside. He was undoubtedly appreciative of the view, especially when he reached over to smack your rear, and you squeaked.

At first, you sat opposite him, allowing the hot water to meet your muscles and ease the aches from work. A sigh disappeared into the steam, and that was how the two of you sat for a few moments. The silence was comforting with his presence. It only broke when his desire for you became so strong it was palpable.

Lifting yourself, you moved over to him, finding your reserved space between his legs. The lower set of his arms pulled you up against his body, and your hands planted on his broad, soft chest while your head rested over his heart. You could hear it beating and thought it was like thunder. 

Mammon covered you with idle ministrations. Gentle strokes brushed your wet feathers, and from the feeling, you could tell he was setting a few loose ones in place. At the same time, shapes were being traced into the centre of your back. Initially, they were letters. First, his name was written, and then there were crude words you would have scoffed at on any other day. Then, his finger grew lazier, and he began to draw shapes and mindless patterns.

Amid something so pleasant and domestic, your mind dared to wander to a darker place. Something hung on the tip of your tongue, a question that burned to be asked. You feared ruining the moment yet couldn’t stop yourself with your lips parted.

“What if we’re doing the wrong thing?” You dreaded his response. Tonight was going so well. Why did you have to ask?

You’re surprised when you’re humoured with a laugh that melded with a scoff. The rise of his stomach made you lift and lower as well. “If? Doll, tell me what’s right about this?” Mammon didn’t seem to fear the question as you did. Instead, he embraced it as he looked to you for an answer.

Unable to look at him, your hands curled into his fur, fingers winnowing into the tresses flattened by water. “Nothing, in the conventional sense, I suppose. If people knew about us, they’d riot and think we’re both disgraces to our kind.” Balling your fingers into a fist, you held on to him as if he was going to be taken away from you. “Doesn’t that count for something”?

“Why should it?” The Sin huffed, continuing his attentive affections on your wings and back regardless of the subject. “When you’re with me, does it feel wrong?”

You didn’t even need to consider your answer. “Never. It never feels wrong. But when I walk away from you, sometimes I think I should be running. Not because I want to…”

Finishing your words, he knew. “But ’cause you’re scared.” 

Pain pricked in your lip when you bit down on it. The guilt inside you couldn’t be washed away by the water. It felt like you were betraying him by having such complex emotions. Things were meant to be simple between lovers, you thought, yet what the two of you had was the furthest thing from. With your eyes still glued to the wall, you whispered, “Are you angry?”

Even if you didn’t see it, he shook his head. “Nah, doll. Look at me. I’m MAMMON. No one wants you with me ’cause they think I’ll hurt ya. They’re scared of what I might do and what I can do. And you should be fucking scared. You’d be an idiot not to be. But I’d never hurt you.”

“I know.” You told him confidently. “Truth be told, I know deep down that I never want to leave.”

The rhythmic dripping of the tap marked the seconds that passed by. “So why should you? Ditch fuckin’ Snoozeville, and come live here with me.” The water rippled when he lifted an upper arm from your back, extending it to the far distance. “I could give you everything you could ever want and more. There won’t be a day in Hell where you’ll need anything.”

Heaven could give you that. Heaven couldn’t give you Mammon. The same arm moved so he could cup your chin, bringing your face to look at him. It might startle the average person to look at someone so sincerely and softly, but you knew his look well. “Could even make things more official.” Another hand moved, this time intertwining with one of your own and lifting it upward so you could see it. “Wouldn’t this hand look so good with a ring on it? Diamond, emerald, topaz, whatever you want. Name it, and I’ll give it to ya.”

Your heart fluttered at the thought of marriage, and you giggled. “All I want is you, Mam.”

What he said next made him sound hurt. “So why don’t you ever stay?”

And then, it broke. Your smile fell, and you couldn’t meet his gaze. Even without pupils, you felt it when he was looking at you. “I’m..” Your chest felt heavy as your heart weighed it down. “I’m just not ready. Leaving it all behind, it’s just– What if something bad happens to me?” You squeezed his hand. “What if something happens to you? I could never forgive myself.”

Mammon had the choice to argue with you. He could have insisted he’d be safe and that he would protect you, or Mammon could have called you foolish and worrying over nothing. But instead, he kept such thoughts reserved because the truth is he couldn’t promise you that. He unlocked your fingers and brought your knuckles closer so his lips could gently brush over them. “I’ll wait a bit longer for you, but I gotta warn you.” He licked the top row of his teeth, the sharp fangs glinting in the light, the corners of his mouth quirked upward. “I’m not a patient man. Can’t promise I’ll let you go every time, lil’ butterfly. Might catch you in my webbing one day, and then you’re all mine, like it or not.”

The threat did not scare you. You sighed dreamily, wishing the Sin would do it now. “How can you want me so much when I’m not a jewel or any kind of treasure?”

Again, he scoffed and would have rolled his pupils if he could. “You angels think Greed is all about money.”

Surprised by the admonishment, you cocked your head. “Is it not?”

“Hah! Let me teach you something, babe. Greed is all about taking what you want when you want.” His lower arms brushed along your back, tracing down to your rear - to which he stopped to squeeze lightly - before landing them on your thighs. “The only thing stopping me from having you all to myself is you.”

Amused, Mammon then tacked on his own question. “Besides. Who says you ain’t a treasure? Definitely one to me.”

The effects of his flattery never wore off, and the words never became stale. Each bit of praise had you beaming and revelling. Tutting, you clicked your tongue, playfully scolding the king. “You’re too much of a flirt, Mammon. What will I do with you?” 

Mammon grinned and brought himself forward from his laying position, and you would have slid down his body if not for his hold on you. “I could think of one or two things.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you knew he loved it when you made the first move. It reaffirmed that you wanted him as much as he wanted you, and it was a display of you acting on your desires. Nothing was more delicious than an angel wanting something they should not have, a forbidden love, and taking it for themselves.

Bringing your lips together was dangerous. Mammon was intoxicating. Even though you kissed him first, he was far too controlling to let you take any lead. He kissed you like he was drinking the sweetest nectar from your tongue and asked for no permission when his own searched for more. Your angelic status meant nothing when it came to how he loved you. Mammon didn’t treat you like something that could break. His claws dug into your soft flesh and left no part of your body unventured. 

You had been right earlier. This was wrong. Deep down, you knew it. No angel could ever serve two masters; they would always have to hold on to one and hate the other. You could not love God and Mammon. But as you pressed your chest against him, sharing your body’s warmth and allowing him to feel each part of you, it was clear your choice had been made long ago.

The thought you would have to let go of him at some point was torture. Your hands roamed every inch of his body that you could reach, knowing you couldn’t have him forever, so you’d have to memorise it all for your lonely nights without him. 

Oxygen had been the thing to pull you apart. Your lips were wet and swollen, and you laughed as you fell into Mammon’s body, burying your nose into his neck. “You’re a terrible influence.”

Snickering, Mammon hugged you close while licking his lips to chase after the lasting taste of you. “Don’t ya just love me?”

“More than you could ever know.”

His tone then shifted, and he became more energised. “C’mon, lets get you all soaped up n’ smelling good! Water’s aboutta get cold.”

A chorus of giggles filled the bathroom as you were turned by your shoulders. From the corner of your eye, you spotted his fancy bottles. All of his products were just that - his. He had no intent on sharing the luxurious shampoos that kept his fur pristine white and as soft as a baby lamb. But beside the bottles were the ones for you. Even in the little ways, he was making space for you. 

Soapy suds formed in your hair, and you lavished in the way he gently scratched your scalp and, later, your back. You performed the same for him, showering him - literally and figuratively - with love as you tended to the fur on his head. At one point, he scooped up a pile of bubbles, and you blew them into the air so you both could see who could pop the most. 

Mammon was the first out of the bath. Once patting himself down with his large towel, he had it wrapped around his waist and encouraged you to get out. The fluffy towel meant for you was picked up, and he took the honour of enveloping it around you.

For the next twenty minutes, you two carried out your nightly routines. Yours might have differed from his, yet you two stood together and spoke through everything. Now and then, you would catch him watching you as you brushed your hair or cleaned your face with a look that admired everything you did. Many could try, but no one would look at you the way he did.

The best thing about Mammon’s bedroom was his large bed that was covered with silk sheets and pillowcases. Above it was an intricate, green web, for the nights he preferred to sleep in something different ( –you think it’s an unspoken insect instinct ), but that wouldn’t be where you rested tonight. 

Settling into your side of the bed, you didn’t have much time to appreciate the fabrics or the way you sunk into the mattress before you were pulled in by four arms. Mammon was on his side, forcing you on yours so you were pressed against him. An intimate side of him that he never let others know about, as cute as it was. “Sometimes I wonder if you just bring me here to be your personal teddy bear,” you laughed quietly.

“Yeh, I do,” he chuckled back, “among other things.” 

Throwing an arm over him, you found a position that was best for you both and nuzzled into his chest. The two of you closed your eyes, and you were prepared to fall into a deep sleep. Until Mammon broke the silence.

“You’re still going to be here when I wake up. Right?” In his whisper, you could hear the vulnerability he had been biting back tonight. It wasn’t only you who felt deeply about this relationship. You didn’t open your eyes. Instead, you gave him an honest answer as you reassuringly rubbed whatever part of him you could reach.

“I will. I promise.” 

That had been enough for him this time, and you whispered three words that were only meant for him, and he whispered them back.

Rather than saying anything else, you felt a kiss pressed upon your forehead and listened for his breathing as it began to slow and become more rhythmic. It wouldn’t have taken you long to follow him before you dreamed of a world where you two could be together.

a/n: unrealistic asf, if mammon told me to fall from heaven i'd nose dive.

[lilithlovessapphires]

What will have if Satan introduce you to the other sins and revealed that he your boyfriend want will be the sins reaction and also Satan boyfriend is a escape sinner of the pride ring (Btw I love your content, he’s a flower 🌺 🌹🌸💐🌷🌻🥀🌼💮🪷🪻🎴)

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐒/𝐎 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬

𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 8𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭, 2024 (07:49 𝐏.𝐌.)

𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 - 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫🦆

🦆 (𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭).

🦆 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬.

🦆 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦.

🦆 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 "𝐖𝐓𝐅?!" 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫.

🦆 "𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍?!?!"

𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐳𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐛 🐝

🐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐕𝐈𝐏 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬' 𝐒/𝐎.

🐝 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

🐝 𝐁𝐞𝐞'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲:

🐝 "𝐇𝐨𝐰...? 𝐎𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥! 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐆𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲, 𝐘/𝐍!"

𝐀𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐬 💙

💙 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐏, 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞:

💙 𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝.

💙 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧.

💙 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 💸

💸 𝐈𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

💸 "𝐏𝐖𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇! 𝐍𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐒/𝐎! 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫? 𝐇𝐔𝐇?!"

💸 𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

💸 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

💸 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲.

💸 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐰.

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

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Beelzebub

★ She's thrilled to show you all the things you've been missing out on. On one of the first dates you have, she hosts a feast. "Let me show you what you've been missing!"" She teases. Piling your plate high with various foodstuffs. Encouraging you to indulge.

★ As much as she loves you, you're a little sheltered. Bee would invite you to her parties. Determined to show you a good time. If someone says anything about you being an angle or asks why you're in hell; she'd shut them down by grabbing your waist and saying, “This one’s with me!"

★ On quiet days off, she invites Bel over and you all have a selfcare day. She puts some lo-fi music on and pours the three of you drinks. Despite her love of parties, Bee knows how important relaxing is. You need your quiet time and she respects that.

Mammon

★ Despite how self-centered he is, he has a soft spot for you. Probably because of your endless patience with him. Anybody else would have left, growing frustrated with his inflated ego and selfishness. Patience is a virtue, after all.

★ He spoils you with things you would never use. Like an overpriced, extravagant, necklace or some shiny artifact of his you looked at once. Claiming that he "thought you would take decent care of it." But you know it's his special way of showing affection.

★ Sometimes you wonder why he keeps you around. It's because, to Mammon, you're a rare treasure. Something he wants to keep all to himself. "You’re an investment” he’d say with a smirk. Be happy because that's a genuine complement coming from him.

Alastor

★ He takes every opportunity to tease you about how pure you are. “My, my, how did someone like you end up in a place like this?” he’d ask you. Grinning at how you hold your tung. Determined to stay polite despite everything.

★ Alator invites you to have tea, as you actually have manners. And a bit of polite company is always appreciated in such a place. He asks you with a formal invitation written in calligraphy. Between sips of tea, he talks to you about current events, like a proper gentleman.

★ Every once in a while, Alastor intervenes when somebody who isn't as polite as him makes you uncomfortable. Seeing as you're too nice to speak up. “Now, now,” he sings out with a chilling smile, “let’s not forget our manners.”

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