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Imagine an au where Solomon is purposefully messing up his food (because he’s just like that, yk) but never to MC (why would he). So MC is just confused every time someone comments on Solomon’s food. AND he’s frustrated he’s never been able to get to Raphael, so he absolutely serves straight up illegal dishes to him, as in an insult to every cook ever born. (Raphael 1 - Solomon 0)

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*SPOILERS*

I used to have a theory about Simeon but I never actually posted it. Anyway, it said Simon was meant to be the Avatar of Wrath. Why? Well, other characters have stated that Simeon can be quite scary when he gets angry, he also shares the green/wrath glow stick in the og game with Satan. Also, I think it was on the first lessons of NB, but Mammon actively remembers Simeon saying he had a sort of dream or premonition (I can’t remember) that he would eventually no longer be an angel. This, in my opinion, was the reason Simeon chose not to fight alongside the demon brothers in the Great Celestial War. I had this thought in my head for a while but today something clicked: I remembered that Satan once stated that he “had always been there”,seeing everything from Lucifer’s eyes and remembering things from way before the Great Celestial War even took place. Forgive the rambling and sorry if this is confusing, but I would like to hear your thoughts !! :)

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My wife!! (о´∀`о) oh, and Maomao ^^

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"for beel" i mutter as i begin eating a heavy pastry at 11pm

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You were leaning on the table in the middle of the kitchen of the house of lamentation, on the verge of boredom, playing with the food you had on the plate in front of you. Your elbows were placed on the table, your head rested on your hand as you moved the food around the plate with the fork, no thoughts; just an empty head.

A hand spanked you, making you jerk in surprise, your eyes widened and a chuckle escaped your lips as you turned around to look at him, grinning. He still didn’t say a word, but took advantage of the fact that you turned around and weren’t really paying attention to your dish to sneak his hand behind your back and steal your food. It happened so fast you didn’t even realize. He swallowed it down in an instant. And after he was done, which was, at most, a second, Beel carried you on his shoulder. When you saw he was walking towards the staircase, you supposed he’s heading to his room. He had one hand on your ass, his thumb going back and forth over the curve, and he had the other arm on the back of your knees so you wouldn’t fall down. Once you were laying down on his bed, in which he put you down carefully, you asked him a rather important question, out of curiosity.

“Where’s Belphie?”

“Don’t know. Probably asleep somewhere” Beelzebub said, burying his face in the crook of your neck and licking a stripe. You squirmed under him. Heart and pulse begin to race. And as if he had read your mind, he spoke up, answering all your doubts before you even had the chance to voice them out.

“I was hungry, wanted something to eat before dinner, so I went down to the kitchen to cook. But…you taste better anyway” He said, slowly pulling down your pants, staring at your now half exposed waist, and he was already settling himself between your thighs “Oh…by the way, what you were eating was really good. Is it a dish from the human world?”

“Wait, you ate my food?”

“Yeah” He smiled, and you know he looked real pretty while doing it. “And now I’m gonna eat you”

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Saw someone’s description on their nightbringer ID being “greedy for the greed man”…relatable, man, relatable.

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I think it’s amazing how Mammon is able to recognize Lucifer just by the way he texts.

Mammon truly loves his older brother

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I can’t believe I forgot Fugo damn

If I had a nickel for every time I liked a smart blondie with anger issues, I’d have four nickels, which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened four times

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I also want to marry Satan T^T

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they should make words that can properly communicate The Feeling of when youre thinking about The Character and its.

^these dont even fully express it. its insaner. they need to make a word for it

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Devour me, my love

Poem by Thea Pound

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Curses 'n Crushes

Mammon x gn!reader, suggestive, 1.1k words

“R-Right here, right now?” Mammon asked in an incredulous whisper, gulping loudly.  

Your first demon was startled by your sudden command, but not unwelcoming. Never to you. You smirked at him, tilted your head a bit to one side, locking eyes with him, pushing his back against the hard wall. Your hands were immediately brought to his hair, drawing circles. 

“Oh?…yeah, that’s the spot, right there…” He faintly mumbled. 

Next you moved your hands to his face, letting your fingers wander to inspect and detail every single feature on it, from his gorgeous blue eyes with golden undertones hidden under his yellow shade sunglasses resting on his nose to his strong and defined jaw, until you cupped his cheeks with your hands and placed a short but meaningful and hot kiss on his soft, wet lips. He just kept looking at you with those pretty eyes of his, not taking his eyes off you, those lovely eyes that without saying a word, could make you understand exactly what he wanted, could make you understand exactly what he was begging for. 

This afternoon, you and your boyfriend had gone to a bazaar, and promising to not cause you any trouble, the demon had been doing his best to behave very well. You weren’t there because you were looking for anything in particular, you just came along with Mammon, who had pressed you and pressed you to pretty please go with him until you finally gave in after all his nagging, insisting that he just knew where to find something that would make him the two of you rich rich quickly. But obviously and to no one’s surprise, Mammon, being the Avatar of Greed he is, couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He couldn’t just look and not touch when things were right there in front of him, and the seller wasn’t even paying attention anyway, it’s like they're asking him to take it, he thought. And that’s why you were doing what you’re doing right now. A little body search.

While you didn’t actually catch him in the act of swiping any item, you could sense it. On the way he laughed, like the evil mastermind in a movie. On the way he acted, all high and mighty. And also on the way he kept looking back every two seconds at the stall you were at a few minutes ago. With a sigh, you tugged on the hem of his jacket and practically dragged him into a dark alleyway where no one could see you two. When you were far enough from the main street the bazaar was taking place at, you began your body search. You pushed him until his back hit the wall. The way the dim light on the alley highlighted his figure was a delightful sight to take in, you thought. 

You placed your hands around his neck, your fingertips brushing against his nape and your thumbs going back and forth over his jaw. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to his chest. You brought your hands from his neck to his broad shoulders, admiring and doting on his lean and slim body. Might as well enjoy it too while you’re at it. Your fingers explored his chest over his black shirt, taking in the shape of his muscles, down to his waist and abdomen. Your greedy boyfriend was getting more and more excited by the minute, every slight brush of your hands against his chest sent signals to his brain, engraving the feeling of every touch in his memory. Mammon’s breath was growing heavier by the second, but he tried so hard to be good, he tried his best to stay still in place, letting you take the lead, and not listen to his body screaming at him to turn you around and press his body against yours. He started to mumble all sorts of things under his breath you didn’t quite catch, groaning every now and then. He let your hands slide under his shirt, taking one to place it right over his heart, letting you feel how fast and hard it was beating, as he closed his eyes and rested his head on the wall.

“Please” He muttered, half opening his eyes to stare at you. He was fumbling with his belt until you stopped his hand from going further. Your index fingers hooked the waistband of his jeans, going left and right from the center to the sides. After what felt like eternity for him, you took your hands out of his pants, instead opting for reaching behind him. First you slid your hands under his jacket and shirt, just feeling his back up and down, left and right with both of your hands, then you slowly went down, until you got to his jeans' waistline again. In one swift movement, you took something out of his right back pocket and pulled away from him. It was a small golden antique, almost the size of a dice, just a bit greater. 

“Found it!” You said as you walked out of the alley to return the object to its rightful owner —and to apologize for your impulsive boyfriend with kleptomaniac tendencies’ behaviour— But even after some inspection, you couldn’t exactly make out what it was, at all, and the lighting wasn’t helping much either. It had a lot of small details that you couldn't appreciate well. However, by the looks of it, the antiquity was cursed as hell, like most antiques in the Devildom were. Something you learned from all your time here, was not to mess with anything and anyone, as innocent as they may look. You seriously did not want to be turned into a ferret, never again in your life. 

“H-Hey! Wait! You can’t just leave me here like this” Mammon yelled, his knees buckling beneath him when he tried to catch up to you.

Was Mammon always this needy? He pretty much acted that way all the time, but right now you were wondering if it had something to do with the little cube-like thingy you were holding in your hand at the time. Because you are certain it will not be long until you can’t resist him either, not after you touched the cursed relic yourself. You’ll take care of that later, you thought to yourself, and maybe find a way to eradicate the curse he unknowingly inflicted on himself, and you accidentally cast upon yourself by trusting him enough not to grab something dangerous. Clearly he had to grab the most cursed shit there was to grab. Is it normal for it to be this hot this time of the year? Devildom weather is rather always cold, almost freezing cold.

As nice as the little thinking session was, you were brought back to reality by a tall man hanging onto you. 

“Please..?” Was all he needed to say before you gave in. You could never say no, not to him. 

read on ao3 | The ferret part is actually a reference to a fic I read religiously.

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If I had a nickel for every time I liked a smart blondie with anger issues, I’d have four nickels, which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened four times

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Lately I’ve been so into Amnesia Memories - I played for 13 hours straight yesterday. Just finished the main routes (good ending) and I’m doing the secret one? I guess. But whatever. I fell in love with this man since the first time I saw him. His aura is majestic and his voice is angelical. I really don’t care if he’s psychotic I love him ekododkeltog

I wanna know more about him…I’m back to my obsessive behavior T_T

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If you think about it, the twins are the ones who suffer the most with their sins. The other brothers know how to control their sins well, especially Satan, he can keep his wrath at bay, or calm himself: because they can control their emotions, since their sins are mostly related/correlated to one or to a feeling, not to a physical need, like the twins. Beel is hungry all the time, and Belphie is tired most of it. It’s not like Beel can supress his hunger, he can try, but it wouldn’t work. He will eventually have to eat; same thing happens with Belphie, he can’t help but feel sleepy, and the only solution to it is to sleep. For example, Mammon isn’t greedy all the time, his sin is “activated” when something triggers it - opportunity makes the thief - but we cannot say the same for the twins. Thoughts? :c

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Asmodeus’ special gloss

"Asmo, I need some lip gloss" You say. You sound so innocent, no one would know it's actually a code name and that you're gonna get a hard face fucking in one of the bathroom stalls.

"We'll be right back!" Asmodeus says as he grabs your hand and leads you to the restrooms, leaving the others in their trivial conversation. And sure, they think you two will just re-apply make up or something and that kind of stuff, they don't know that much about it.

In the bathroom stall, it's a whole other story. You're on your knees and he's pushing his dick further into your mouth, your gag reflex and that choking sensation have him cumming pretty quickly.

You struggle to breath and your mascara is runny from the tears. He wipes his tip on your lips and helps you get up. Asmodeus watches you smile and swallow most of his cum, leaving just enough to be used as gloss. "What am I gonna do with you? You just can't help yourself, can you?"

You wipe your tears and reapply mascara. He also fixes his make up and hair, and soon enough, the two of you come out, with a stupid grin on your faces, and join the others. "...What took you so long?" And you and Asmodeus just look at eachother. "Nothing!" He finally says, smirking. "So, what were we talking about?"

read on ao3 | For Asmobaby <3