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cyberp-1-nk · 1 year

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PLAYFIGHTING WITH THEM + OBEY ME BROTHERS.

☆ Masterlist / Requests?

SYNOPSIS: How they'd react to play-fighting with you!

PAIRINGS. Lucifer x Reader, Mammon x Reader, Leviathan x Reader, Satan x Reader, Asmodeus x Reader, Beelzebub x Reader, Belphegor x Reader.

GENRE + WARNINGS. Honestly, nothing too bad? Just slight NSFW, but that's about it, it's mostly just fluff overall. I'll do a part two for the undateables!

LUCIFER !

☆ He thinks it's immature, and he quietly convinces you to just cuddle since it's been such a long day— you usually can never get this man to "fight" with you since he finds it a bit immature. The only time you'd actually get him to play-fight with you is if he's drinking a little more demonus then he should. You wouldn't even expect it either— He would come home extremely tipsy, and playfully tackle you onto the bed, pinning you down with a little drunken chuckle. You laughed and wriggled, trying to break free, but Lucifer was too strong. It'll be soft nudges from him, and that rare yet playful, mischievous glint in his eyes will be very evident— you'd take a picture if he'd ever let you. The playfighting wouldn't last very long tho. The rest of the night would be just nearly incoherent confessions to you. How truly beautiful/handsome he finds you, how cute you are without realizing it, how much of an effect you have on him— just general things he'd never outright admit when he's sober. Threading his gloved fingers in your hair while he presses drunken kisses to your lips, and it's just pure bliss.

MAMMON !

☆ Will definitely play-fight with you. This greedy dork will even try to turn into a bet— whoever wins, gets a ridiculous amount of grimm. Knowing DAMN well he has a physical advantage over you! If you want to win this little bet, and add onto his debt, just play dirty— Mammon starts tickling your sides, causing you to squirm and giggle uncontrollably. Soon, you were both laughing like idiots, your bodies tangled up in the sheets as they playfully wrestled. He manages to pin you down, his strong arms holding you in place as you try to wriggle free. "No fair!" You cried, laughing so hard that tears were streaming down your face. "You're too strong!" He just grinned down at her, his own laughter filling the air. "Of course! Nobody is a match for the great Mammon–" You trail your fingers up his shirt, feeling up his toned body and wiping that smug grin right off his face. Red blush will appear onto his face, and this gives you the opportunity to flip him under you. He will say you're cheating, and how it's not fair, but do you listen? Nope!

LEVIATHAN !

☆ Majority of the time, he's far too shy to even touch you— so he'd let you win…not by choice, he just has an overwhelming blush and it's hard to fight back when he wants nothing more than to just lean into your touch. He doesnt wanna fight his favorite Normie! Levi couldn't help but grin back at your cute little face, feeling his heart swell with affection for his silly, playful little human. "You're such a normie," he said, running his fingers through your hair. You leaned down and captured his lips in a gentle kiss, your body relaxing into his as you sat on top of his lap, overpowering him. You both lay there for a few moments, wrapped up in each other's arms, enjoying the warmth and comfort of your love. Right as you're nuzzling yourself against his flushed skin, he'll take this opportunity to suddenly grab both of your wrists and flip you over. You swear you hear him purring as he rubs his scent all over your body— he even leaves a gentle little bite at the juncture of your neck. He's blushing immensely, but he's trying his best to seem like he knows what he's doing.

SATAN !

☆ Did you really just pick a fight with the avatar of wrath? That's a dangerous game you're playing.. Luckily for you though, he will find the playful banter amusing. He'll probably join as you pull him onto your bed. It was late at night, and the two of you were supposed to be sleeping. But neither of you could resist the urge to playfully wrestle on the bed, giggling and whispering as you tried to pin each other down. As you rolled around, trying to be quiet so as not to wake up his brothers, you suddenly heard a soft thud. Looking up, you saw the cat Satan had been hiding from Lucifer, the cat had jumped onto the bed and was now staring at you both curiously. "Hello there," Satan whispered, reaching out to pet the cat. But as he did so, you took advantage of the distraction and managed to pin him down. "Ha! Gotcha!" You whispered triumphantly, grinning down at the demon with confidence. He laughed and squirmed, trying to break free, but he pretended as if your grip was too strong. "Okay, okay, you win," he whispered, his voice filled with laughter. But just as they thought they were safe, the cat started purring loudly and rubbing his face against Satan's arm. You burst out laughing, your body shaking with amusement. "I think he's trying to help you out," you said, still giggling. Satan laughed a bit, before quickly pressing kisses against your neck, tickling you with how light they were.

ASMODEUS !

☆ Egh— he doesn't really like to rough-house with you. You know how Asmo is, he's a little against that sort of stuff, since he doesn't really want to ruin his appearance in any way? He has a reputation to uphold! Even if you do play-fight, it will be gentle and quick— and it usually ends with him letting you sit on top of his lap. Finally, you managed to flip Asmo onto his back, pinning him down with a mischievous grin. "Ha! Gotcha now," you teased. He only chuckled and squirmed, his body wriggling beneath yours. "Okay, okay, you win," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. But as you looked down at him, you noticed the way his gaze lingered on your face, his eyes darkening with desire. "What?" You asked, feeling a blush creeping up your cheeks. Asmo just grinned up at you, his hands resting on your hips. "You know, you look really cute when you're on top of me like this," he said, his voice smooth and flirtatious. This ends in something less child-friendly then you originally anticipated, but Asmo is horny 24/7 so did you really expect anything else?

BEELZEBUB !

☆ Probably the most gentle— and sweet. He usually lets you win, unless you promise to buy him dinner if he wins— then he'll be a little more rough and pin you down. It's adorable how he nibbles on your skin occasionally, and leans into your touch. "Hey, no fair!" You protested, but your desperate protests were cut off as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. "Mmm, you taste like strawberries," Beel murmured, pressing another kiss to your other cheek. "And flowers." You couldn't help but smile at the sweet words, feeling your heart swell with affection for Beel. As he continued to shower you with kisses, each one soft and gentle, your body relaxed into the bed, feeling safe and loved in his arms. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of kisses, Beel pulled back, grinning down at you. "You're so cute," He said, brushing his fingers through your hair. "I could kiss you all day." You blushed, feeling your cheeks warm at the compliment. "You're pretty cute yourself," you replied, reaching up to return Beel's kiss.

BELPHEGOR !

☆ You usually do this when you're trying to wrestle him out of bed— or to get him to let go of you when you need to go somewhere. This jealous little prick WILL wrestle you just so he can keep you with him— you're his human, why should he have to share you? You were lying in bed together, enjoying each other's company. You had to go somewhere, but Belphie wasn't ready to let you go just yet. As you tried to get up, he playfully grabbed your arm and pulled you back down onto the bed. "Belphie, I have to go," you protested with a smile. "Can't you stay a little longer?" Belphie asked, a mischievous gleam in his eye. You giggled as Belphie started tiredly tickling your sides, making you squirm and laugh uncontrollably. You tried to push him away, but he was too strong for you. "Belphie, stop it!" You gasped out between laughs. But Belphie just grinned and continued his playful assault, holding you down on the bed so that you couldn't escape. You squirmed and wriggled, trying to break free, but Belphie was having too much fun. Finally, after a few minutes of tickling and wrestling, Belphie relented, letting you catch your breath. You lay there panting, your hair mussed and your cheeks flushed from laughter. "Okay, okay, I'll stay a little longer," you said, smiling up at Belphie. Belphie grinned back, pulling you into a tight embrace. "Good, because I don't think I'm ready to let you go just yet."

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kemistre · 10 months

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εïз┊𝟏:𝟒𝟕 𝐀.𝐌. — feat. mammon

synopsis. he couldn't help but be concerned when he couldn't find you at 1:47AM

— content warnings. oh just mammon being completely head over heels for you and panicking just a lil bit, gn!reader, they/them pronouns — word count. 1, 478

εïз┊author's note. hehe i know i haven't posted in a few days so here's this <3 i want to write over the weekend but i'm not sure how realistic that is <//3 also i don't play this game anymore but that doesn't mean i don't love all the demon brothers any differently 🤭

a yawn fell from his lips as he made his way down the hall to your room. his older brother, lucifer, had kept him up studying for as long as he could. it was evident from the dark bags under his eyes and the way his shoulders drooped as he walked.

it wasn’t out of the ordinary for mammon to check up on you in your room if he wasn’t in there for the night. he’d been doing it every since you stopped sharing a room with beelzebub. it was just a part of his nightly routine at this point.

another yawn came from his lips as he raised his hand to his mouth, his eyes shutting for just a moment before opening up again as he stood in front of your door. a human living with demons, a demon falling for a human. that was something he never thought would happen to the likes of him.

he sighed, grabbing the door handle and twisting it slowly, hoping not to wake you up from the creaking of the hinges. the light from the hallway peaked into your room as he opened the door more.

he rubbed his eye with his free hand as he stepped into the room to get a better look at your bed. every night you were always wrapped up in your covers with the cutest sleepy look on your face, it was something that always made him smile more than he’d like to admit.

so, when he didn’t see that precious expression of yours asleep in your bed, he panicked. his eyes widened as he swung the door open, even more light shining into your dark bedroom. he swore he looked in every corner, under everything, over everything, and you weren’t there.

he stood outside your room, looking back and forth before making a b-line to leviathan's room, his younger, anime obsessed, shut in of a brother. he banged on the door. “levi! LeVi y/n’s missing! they’re gone, they just vanished into thin air LEVI!”

before he could bang on the door again, it opened, showing a very annoyed looking levi on the other side. “you made me drop ruri-chan, you scum.”

“ruvi whoever doesn’t matter, y/n-”

“ruri-chan does matter.”

“oh screw this,” his eye twitched as he threw his hands in the air, regretting his choice to find this brother first. “i’m done with ya, i’ll find them myself!”

levi stood in the doorway, his annoyed glare turned into one of confusion. “find who?”

“y/n-”

“y/n’s missing?”

“...” mammon bit his tongue, slowly turning back to his brother with a smirk on his face, he had thought of the perfect plan. make levi jealous. “nope, cuz i’m gonna find them without ya and then i’ll be the hero, not you!”

“hero..?” his eyebrows raised, a grin soon finding his lips. “that’s me! the hero, i am!” his eyes filled with pride as he placed his hands on his hips, his “hero stance” as he calls it.

“weirdo..” the word fell from his lips. getting levi to play along was always easy as long as you make him think he’s some sort of hero.

while mammon was thinking of where you could be, he suddenly felt a tug on his wrist. “every hero needs a trusted steed!” and he was dragged through the halls by levi who was really off in his own world.

before he knew it, he was standing in beelzebub’s room while levi poked him until he was awake saying he was just the right steed he’d been looking for.

“y/n’s missing?” beelzebub spoke, his voice low and raspy since that was the first thing he said after bein woken up. “are they in the kitchen? that’s where i’d wanna be right about now.” he yawned as he stood up, following his older brothers down the halls.

levi was way too happy to make a plan to find you, but in the end, mammon just let him do whatever because at least he was helping. the three of them split up, texting each other with their findings. nothing, absolutely nothing.

“where are ya..?” mammon whispered to himself, his brows furrowing as he made his way down the stairs and to the front entrance. a sigh fell from his lips as he casually glanced around the area, not seeing anything that stuck out.

until he took the shortest glance out of the window, his eyes widened as a smile graced his lips at the sight of you sitting on a small hill outside the house. he practically trips over his feet running out of the door and to you.

which, unknown to mammon, one of his younger brothers had seen. he smiled at just how obvious it was that mammon loved you. “how cute~”

as he gets closer to you, he stops running, trying to play it off like he was casually walking towards you. “human, why are ya out here so late? i was worried about y-” he coughed, shaking his head slightly. “beel was so worried about ya he shook me awake, i thought he was gonna eat my arm.”

when you didn’t respond, he poked your head. “hey, i was talkin’ to ya.” a pout formed on his lips as he took a seat next to you on the grass, just a bit closer than he’d meant to.

his eyes scanned over you. you were in your pajamas, but out here in the cold looking up at the sky.

“whaddya lookin’ at? there’s nothin’ up there.” his eyes moved from you, to the nighttime sky he’d been looking at for centuries.

you smiled, your voice hoarse. “in the human world there is,” his lips parted slightly as he looked back at you once more. “have you ever seen stars?”

of course he hadn’t seen stars. he’d never been to the human world at night before, but he couldn’t let you know that. “pfft-” he waved his hand dismissively, a smirk on his lips. “yeah of course i’ve seen stars- duh.”

you giggled, making his eyes widen as the tips of his ears turned a deep shade of red. “they were always so fun to look up at, it was peaceful trying to find the brightest one or seen shotting stars. so, i’m just reminiscing, that’s all.”

“well you should go back to bed,” he changed the subject, in truth, he didn’t want you to see him so blushy and such a mushy mess for you. “it’s dangerous out here by yourself, a demon could eat you y’know?”

there was a moment of silence, where neither of you spoke. it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, no, it was comforting. “out of everyone, i’m glad you’re the one that found me, mammon.” the cheery smile he’d come to know and love graced your lips as you looked his way.

he was too stunned to speak, where usually he’d have a snarky comment denying any feelings he might of felt from your words, he had nothing this time. blush covered his cheeks as his eyes grew wide. the proximity of you two didn’t help his situation either. you were so close.

your hand found his on the grass, smoothing over his as you leaned closer to him. your lips getting almost dangerously close to his. his mind raced. was this a joke? it had to have been a joke. there’s no way you’d feel the same way right? a human and a demon was not a good combo, right?

his heart beat was ecstatic as his free hand slowly found its way to your cheek, cupping your face in the most gentle way. there was hesitation on his part, but could you blame him? he’d been holding back for so long. ever since he might you, he’d been holding back his greedy self for your sake. for the first time in his life, he held back his greed for something, for someone, just for you. “y/n..”

your lips barely brushed against each other, before you both heard a whine from behind you. “y/nnnnn-chan~” and suddenly, mammon felt a hard hit on his head, being thrown to the side like scum. “you don’t get to hog all of y/n-chan’s time like that!” asmodeus, the fifth oldest of the demon brothers whined. “what if i wanted to have a moment with my lovely y/n-chan?” he hugged you tight, pressing his cheek against yours before he started leading you inside, occasionally sending victory glares back at mammon who was still sitting in the dirt.

mammon sat there, a frown on his lips as they began to quiver. his fist hit the ground, then another, and then another like a child throwing a small tantrum. “dammit asmo...” he held a finger up to his lips. “we were so close...”

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still-a-morosexual-help · 1 year

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Despite how possessive Mammon can be, when it actually comes down to it, he's so laid back? Like, it's always MC's choice. He's so not forceful.

Mammon & Levi are both script writers/directors in the Film Festival Event. Both are tasked with deciding whose love interest MC will be. Levi writes them as his love interest without consulting the others and states that the director's word is law. Mammon doesn't write who the love interest is and instead leaves the script open ended, expecting MC to ad lib it at the end.

In S2, he's the only one that doesn't ask MC to the dance. He very vaguely hints at wanting to go with MC & then waits for them to ask, if they don't take the hint, he drops it & doesn't ask them.

In S2, when he sees MC making the move and kissing Lucifer, he looks upset but doesn't say a word about it. He stays silent and lets them have their moment.

In S2, after he gets cursed and comes, extremely strongly, on to MC he apologizes to them later despite it being in no way his fault

Even when they finally sleep together (in s2) he asks MC to take the lead and tell him what to do.

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um-soybean · 2 months

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Nightly Routine - Mammon x Reader

Summary: We all know Mammon is a trouble maker. But how do you manage to spend time with your trouble maker when he’s in trouble?

Warning: one cuss word, kissing (spider-man style I think), early OM Mammon (he’s still in denial), mentions of Lucifer, OG OBEY ME!

Lucifer can be such a dick sometimes. Like how dare you hang Mammon just because he cheated in multiple games of poker? And still lost on top of that?

But no matter how many times you roll your eyes, pout, give puppy eyes, or beg you still find yourself sneaking out of bed to the staircase.

To find a grumpy white haired demon. One who brightens ever so slightly when he sees you but still pouts and complains that he’s “forced” to enjoy your company since you’re the only one here. Even attempting to cross his arms before gravity tugs them back down.

With a giggle and nothing else you pad towards him and reach out for him. He stares at you in confusion. Head tilting about 45 degrees before he starts complaining about a human setting him free. Even so, he still reaches out and grasps your hand.

Are you going to set him free? Of course not. You wouldn’t risk an unnecessary lecture and possible hanging from Lucifer (you would). Instead you tug him forward and grasp his shoulders and head a little awkwardly.

He squirms. Just a bit. Before you lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips. Relishing in the soft gasp he lets out as he tries to cling to you. But you pull away too quickly…and you let him slip from your arms and he’s swinging back into place…

His mind quickly catches up with him as he squawks and reddens, swinging back and forth. Once again complaining about being surprised. Yet he’s not quite able to meet your eyes like all the other times.

Whether you slip back into your room or not is dependent on the night. But usually, you find yourself laying on the floor, watching his pout through the cracks in the railing. Listening to him babble on before finally drifting to sleep with the comfort of him being nearby. Leaving him alone to admire your figure with stars in his eyes as you snore away.

All well, until Lucifer finds you the next morning and scolds you for sleeping on the floor and hurting your back…

Note: Back in my obey me phase 😔. Also 2 writings in less than a week???I’m going crazy

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brayneworms · 7 months

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two for the show | mammon

kinktober day six. collar + leash.

word count. 3k

content. MINORS/AGELESS DNI, smut, collaring and leashing, light petplay, mammon is called 'pet' and 'good boy', kissing, praise kink, brief crying, anal fingering, sub!mammon + dom!reader, gender neutral reader, safe sane and consensual.

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"This is humiliatin'."

You don't necessarily disagree—it sure is humiliating, just not for you, so you can't quite bring yourself to care as much as you probably should. Still, you're feeling disagreeable tonight. Maybe it's the weeks' worth of frustration eating away at you, or the stress of not having gotten enough sleep over the last three days, or maybe you're just sick to death of Mammon's whining, so you don't rise to meet him halfway.

Just this once.

You level him with a pointed look. "Humiliating would be making you walk around like this. We're just in your room."

A red blush melts over the tanned skin of his cheeks, and oh, isn't that interesting?

Mammon kneels on the floor, wearing a disgruntled expression and a collar. Attached to the collar is a leash, which is casually looped around your closed fist. They're both made of baby-pink leather, sitting lurid and pretty against his tawny skin. It's unfortunate how good he looks with them, actually, the way the juts and veins of his throat disappear behind the thick band. A dainty silver heart adorns the front, practically begging for you to slip your fingers under and tug.

"Stupid Asmo," Mammon growls. "Stupid bet, stupid Demonus—"

"Stupid you?" you quip, then immediately retract it when you see the glower on his face. "I'm just saying, it's not like Asmo tricked you into agreeing. You're the one who had to make it a bet."

"'Cause I thought I'd get money," he whines. "Sweet, sweet money! Now this... that weirdo and his perverted mind."

You hum as though giving this some thought. "And me? What about my perverted mind?"

Mammon chokes on his own spit. "Wha... um... y-you—"

"Better yet," you say thoughtfully. "What about yours?"

"Mine?" Mammon echoes, ostensibly outraged. Two dark spots of colour burn bright on the apples of his cheeks. "Now I know you're crazy. What are ya—"

You tighten your fist 'till the leather creaks, and you tug. Hard.

Mammon's whole body jerks forwards towards the bed, and at the same time and airy groan spills forth from his lips. He braces his body against the edge of the mattress, large hands flying forward to grip the wooden frame, and then he looks up at you. His eyes are wide and round as the Grimm he covets so much, his cheeks perfectly scarlet above his open wet mouth.

"Wh—what are you playin' at?" he croaks. "Stupid human..."

"Y'know, you call me that a lot," you tell him conversationally, and scoot to the edge of the bed. Mammon audibly swallows as you kick your legs off the side, one on each side of his body, pushing into his thighs. His spine straightens ever-so-slowly, pushing his chin up to meet your eyes. "It's just—sorry. If I'm such a stupid human, how'd you end up here?"

"Wha—" Mammon licks his lips nervously. "What do ya—"

"You know. On your knees in front of me." Your hand loops through more of the leash, shortening the distance between your fist and the collar. "It's just—you know. If you're such a big, bad demon and all, and I'm just a stupid human... it shouldn't even be possible, right?"

"C'mon," he says weakly. "Ya know I didn't... 's not like that..."

"Oh, no?" Your brows knit together in such a cruel parody of concern that Mammon feels his stomach lurch. He absolutely should not be enjoying this as much as he is. But everytime you talk down to him like he's actually beneath you, he can feel a sort of film slipping over his brain. "You wanna know what I think?"

Mammon gets the vague sense that his question is rhetorical. He nods anyway, quick, instinctive. He can see all the shadows in your mouth when you smile.

"I think the reason you're here right now," you murmur. "Is that you like it. You like being under my control. You like when I tell you what to do. And you like kneeling on the ground for me, waiting for me to decide when you're worthy of being acknowledged. Isn't that right?"

Yes. "No!" he blurts out, so hot that he's starting to sweat. You look so sexy, all mean and sadistic leering down at him. Those piercing eyes, that little half-smile, like you can see right through him. Mammon shudders almost imperceptibly. He feels like a bird caught in a cage, and he likes it, and he hates that he likes it.

You consider this. "Oh. Okay. Well, then good news. I'm officially ending your punishment early."

Mammon looks at you blankly. "H-huh?"

"Yep! You can unfasten the collar at the back. Just be careful not to run into Asmo so he doesn't know you skimped out on your loss," you wink, and throw yourself back onto the bed, turning your attention fully to your DDD.

Mammon stays right where he is, dumbfounded. "Th—that's it?!"

He knows he's boned when you give him a sly look out of the corner of your eye. "I'm sorry," you say all innocently, and Mammon nearly curses. "Was there something else you wanted?"

Oh. You're fuckin' evil.

It's so, so hot.

He makes an unintelligible mumble.

You cup your hand to your ear. "Hm? Sorry, did you say something?"

Evil. Evil. Evil. "Pick the stupid leash back up, then."

Your sweet smile is all cavities and no sugar. "What's the magic word?"

Goddammit. "P... please?"

"Good boy!" You clap your hands together in ostensible delight, and Mammon shivers form the roots of his hair to the pits of his stomach. The way you sort of... coo at him. It should be disgusting, it should revolt him. Instead he can feel himself stiffening in his jeans. You lean over and kiss him on the head, pick the leash back up and wind it around your fingers. "That wasn't so hard, huh?"

"Human," Mammon whines, eyes screwed shut against this all-encompassing humiliation. "Please..."

"Come up here," you mutter fondly. Mammon scrambles so quickly that he trips over his own shoelaces and rises, blushing, but there's hardly time to be any more mortified than he already is before you're pushing him backwards onto his bed and climbing on top of him. His brain abruptly short-circuits; fuck, okay, okay—

"Breaths, Mams," you remind him gently, toying with his earlobe. Mammon sputters, turning away from your burning stare.

"Breathin' just fine," he mumbles, like you're not on top of him, silhouetted by his slick colour-changing lightbulbs like some freaky kaleidoscopic angel. Blue to red to green to purple, and you're backlit like a stageplay. A fuckin' violent one where everyone dies.

"You look so pretty," you croon, and Mammon's heart drops to his stomach. The slow, silk-soft tone of your voice is sending all his blood rushing to the wrong place. The right place? He can't decide. He hates how pliant you make him feel, but the truth is he's barely scrounging up the energy to put up much of a fight at all. You're gonna get sick twisted ideas about his psyche at this rate.

You might start to think he actually likes being bossed around by some naive little human.

As if.

"Come off it," he says weakly, fighting the urge to hide his face.

"Nah, it's comfy," you reply without a beat, and Mammo groans. He's definitely at least half-hard now, and with his shitty luck you can probably feel him pressing up against your thigh. "Want me to help you out with that?"

Mammon shoots you a surprised, suspicious look; it's not the first time he's suspected you can read his mind. He tucks his chin against his chest and nods.

You roll your pretty mean mean mean eyes. "Come on, Mams, meet me halfway here." A finger under his chin, guiding him back to look at you, and Mammon can't breathe. He's suffocating under you, but in a sort of nice way, a way that makes him feel a bit less like himself, also in a sort of nice way. He doesn't know. It's confusing. You do fucked up things to head. "Good boys use their words."

His throat sticks. For a moment he imagines he'll tell you to piss right off, you uppity human, he's the Mammon, okay, so he doesn't need you clambering all over him and telling him what's what, right, so you can very well just—

"Pleaaaase touch me, yer bein' so mean," he whines, lower lip wobbling. "I'll be good, okay, I'll be real good so just s-stop teasin' me already and just—"

"Okay, okay," you giggle softly. "Don't strain yourself. You sound so pretty begging for me, Mammon." Your hands on him, finally, gliding up under his shirt and running over the warm skin there. Every callus and ridge on your skin catches on a ribcage and he has to bite back a desperate groan each time. You waste no time pulling his shirt up and off, though you have to do some careful maneuvering to get it over the leash which leaves you both laughing weakly.

You press kisses to his collarbones, his neck and chest, and it's nice, it's real nice and he has a fleeting thought that he could probably do this forever and it would be cool, like, he wouldn't ever even have to eat again or nothin' if it meant this was his morning noon and night. But every brush of your lips against his sensitive skin is making his cock twitch in his jeans, and he's so fuckin' hard now that it hurts. He makes a whimpery, pathetic kind of noise when you press a carefully orchestrated kiss to the skin under the collar.

"Don't worry," you hum, lips and then teeth skating over the skin of his naval. Mammon tosses his head back against the comforter with a moan. "I'll take care of you. My favourite pet. Promise."

Pet. The word ricochetes through his body like a bullet, setting every nerve it hits alight.

Your hands on his belt buckle makes a small, panicked noise escape from somewhere in his throat, and whilst your hands occupy themselves you lunge forward to kiss him. Mammon groans, melting back into the covers as you kiss him stupid, his hands flying up to cup the back of your neck, the side of your face. The hot flash of your tongue in his mouth distracts him enough so that he barely feels the flash as his jeans are yanked down. It's only when your pinky finger slips under the waistband of his boxers that he drags himself back from the kiss with a shaky gasp. Blown eyes follow the taut line of your arm to where it rests on his pubic bone.

In your eyes is taunting, but there's also a question. "Still okay?"

Mammon feels the strange urge to cry. Damn you, bein' all sweet. The way you can turn it around on him makes him feel so lost sometimes. He likes it when you get a little mean, sure, loves the darkness that blows your eyes and the mean steely smirk that makes your face look, just, so much sexier—but Mammon loves you. And he loves you 'cause you're patient with him, 'cause you're kind. And 'cause you love him too.

He hides his face in his elbow and says "If you don't touch me in the next thirty goddamn seconds I'm gonna lose my fuckin' mind."

A giggle, and the tension breaks. "Alright, alright, you big baby." He gasps, spine arching off the bed when you pin his erection to his stomach. "Just lie back like a good little pet and trust me, 'kay?"

You peel off his soaked boxers. Mammon waits, tense, for your fingers around his cock, or your mouth or something but when nothing happens for a good few seconds he cracks open an eye tentatively. You're leaning away from him, facing the bedside table. His stomach twists once he realises what you're looking for.

Ohhhhhkay, okayokayokay—

You turn back with a bottle of lube that's—actually, it's going dry at an alarming rate. Mammon can't quite bring himself to feel embarrassed about it, especially as he watches you deftly uncap it and coat two of your fingers.

"What's—" Mammon swallows hard. "What's the, uhh... what's the plan?"

"You're gonna cum on my fingers," you say matter-of-factly, tossing the lube aside. He goes to reach for it, to stow it away, but you tap his hand away good-naturedly. "Don't. Might need more later."

That promise slips low and heady into his gut, and he swallows and relaxes against the comforter. You grip one of his taut thighs in your hand and prop his leg up, then slip your hand between his legs. He makes a high, shivery noise as your fingers brush teasingly over his dick, collecting the pre already leaking enthusiastically from the tip, but you keep going, lower, lower—

Mammon grunts as he feels your fingertip circle his hole.

"Relax, baby," you murmur, pressing feathery kisses to the knee of his crooked leg. "Doin' sooo good for me, yeah?"

"Mhm," he whimpers. "Mhm, yeah."

"Yeah," you affirm, and slip the tip of your finger inside. Mammon breathes out quick and hard, but it doesn't hurt—not at all, really. There's a familiar stretch, but no burn, no ache. "That okay?"

"Y-yeah," he mumbles, wiggles his hips experimentally. "I can—you can put more."

Achingly slowly, between breaths, kisses, and more feather-light touches to his cock that have pleasure sparking bone-deep, you ease your finger in to the knuckle.

"Doesn't hurt," Mammon pants. "You can—can ya—"

"Alright, pet, I got you," you murmur. Two fingers is a stretch but God, God fuckin' dammit, once they're in Mammon feels like he could weep, and once they twist expertly inside him and find that tough spot a few inches in he damn near does.

He arches off the bed with an exceptionally embarrassing noise. "F-fuck, oh holy shit, fuckin'—do that again—"

"Don't forget your manners." You give your fingers a warning twist that has him whimpering. "I don't wanna have to train you all over again, baby."

"S—fuck, sorry," he babbles damn near incoherently. "Just please can you touch me there again, okay, please 'cause it feels so fuckin' good, you feel so fuckin' good, baby, angel, please."

Your fingers slip in and out, push against that spot inside him that makes him feel like he's gonna burst out of his own skin, and Mammon moans, and your fingers slip out for a moment and before he can do so much as growl in frustration you're drooling more lube over them and you go back in with a third.

He feels so fuckin' full and so weirdly brainless, like you've pushed all the common sense out his head to make way for your stupid good fingers. As though you've read his mind, they start jackhammering his prostate like you've found a goddamn doorbell, and his moans get pitchier and wispier until he's almost wheezing.

"Babe," he almost sobs, "Oh, fuck, yes—right there, right there, don't stop pleasepleaseplease don't stop I feel so—"sob—"so fuckin' good, I—"

"Shhh, it's okay," you soothe, and finally your other hand comes up to wrap around his cock and Mammon keens. Your hand is a loose fist, your thumb swiping at the head in a move that makes his whole buddy judder and he arches into the touch and away, it's so much, it's too much—

"'M gonna cum," he gasps out brokenly, hips bucking up into you, spine so bent it nearly aches. "Fuck, sorry—fuck, I'm gonna cum."

"Good boy," you whisper. "If I can just—"

Your hand leaves his cock, and Mammon opens his mouth to ask what you're doing when you seize a handful of the leash Mammon had almost forgotten was there, and you tug so hard that the leather constricts around his throat and and his head snaps up to meet the crush of your lips.

Mammon cums so hard that he sees stars.

He always thought that was some sorta exaggeration, but look here, ladies and gentlemen, come observe the great Mammon flat on his back with his eyes rolled up into his head, panting like he'd run a goddamn marathon with your fingers still buried inside him. Tears spill over his lashline as his orgasm rips through him, and he cums with a strangled "Fu-uck, love you, I fuckin'—fffuckin' love you, fuck—"

When he can breathe again, approximately a minute later as you carefully ease your fingers out of him, you kiss his lips tenderly and tell him, "I love you too, Mams. Just in case it wasn't clear."

"Mmmn," he grumbles. He feels the bed dip and your warmth leave him and his stomach drops, goes cold. He fists a hand in the fabric of your shirt. "Wh—where d'ya think you're going?"

It's meant to sound aggressive but it comes out more sad. He has to fight back a drowsy wince.

You pet his hair. "Just getting a wet cloth to clean you up, baby."

"Later," he grumbles, and tugs you back down. You sigh and pick up a dirty shirt from the unofficial laundry pile beside his bed and clean up his stomach and your hands before tossing it back into the basket. You make a mental note to bury it under other dirty washing so nobody catches a glimpse of it.

Once you lay back down, Mammon twists his body and jams it up against yours, his head wriggling onto your chest, arms so tight around your waist you think he's afraid you'll slip away.

You bring a hand up to his hair and play with it absently. "Want me to take the collar off, now?"

Mammon pauses. "...'S fine for now," he sniffs.

You bite back your grin as you feel him slip into sleep beside you.

#🫀.scribes #obey me x reader #obey me smut #mammon x reader #mammon smut #dom!reader #obey me x dom!reader #mammon x dom!reader #mammon x gender neutral reader #obey me x gender neutral reader #swdom x reader

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thedemises · 1 month

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. . . EH? W- WHAT?! featuring “avatar of greed” mammon!

contains! . . . obey me! shall we date?/obey me! one master to rule them all, mammon being all flustered and stammering, use of nicknames “human” and “mams”, sleepy mc, mc has ram horns (i know that rams are basically adult male sheep but im trying my best to keep this as gender neutral as possible so pls-), mammon being mammon, pretty much no major warnings! :D notes! . . . this is also a small writing that i scrambled to create at night just like the most recent ace imagine- March 14th, 2024 at 3:08 AM 💀

mammon, the great mammon, the avatar of greed—cannot take this any longer.

while sitting up comfortably in his beloved human’s bed, he finds himself trapped and unable to move with the human clinging on to his back like he’s the tree and they’re the.. koala (from what he remembers, when both of them were comparing the human realm’s animals to the devildom’s creatures).

but also—not to mention... he feels like the side of his cheek is starting to burn aflame by the stare that’s causing it.

now, with the courage he mustered up internally—mammon decides to confront them like he's accusing that they're at fault for something trivially bad. yeah.

“o- oi human... what’cha starin’ at me with that look for?? ”

the words simple slip so easily out of his mouth as the burning grows more prominent and quite warmer when the staring doesn’t stop, more likely directed at his eyes specifically; you can still see his lashes fluttering every time he blinks.

with his gaze now focused on you; your arms drapped over his shoulders in a careless manner but secure enough for him to not shrug you off intentionally (not that he would) and your legs crossed and locked around his waist, your head rested on his shoulder—or your arm—as you stare with a sleepy look in your drooping eyes, like you’re at the brink of giving up staying awake any longer but yet you remain at least half-lidded the entire time.

moving your position slightly, the question he asked has you speaking up a bit. “hmmph...”, a soft hum erupts from your throat, half of your face burrowed within his sweater as you made sure to keep your horns away—sppcifically the tips—to prevent injuring him by total accident, “I don’t know... just.. I like how pretty your eyes appear when you wear those shades. the black ones with an orange golden-like gradient in the lenses. ’ts like a sunset’s reflection on a blue sea, but your eyes are very pretty either way; with or without shades.”

...

... dammit human....

mammon does not have any idea on how to respond—momentarily frozen with his thumb paused the second before it can touch the screen of his D.D.D. that showed the homepage of Devilgram.

congrats mc, you broke him.

“mams?” your weary voice with a hint of amusement brings mammon’s blue-screen-of-death mind back to the present, following a brief chuckle to escape you. “seems like even the littlest of compliments can make you react like a reindeer caught in the headlights.”

that sentence makes the poor second born sputter and stumble over his words, a dark red-ish flush blooms over his cheeks from embarrassment and being a flustered mess; darkening his skin by the blood rushing to his face.

“we- well, of course you’d see the great mammon in that way! ... no, i am not blushing- it’s just a little hot in ’ere! yer just seein’ things.. and no i ain’t enjoying this at all, human! i’m just lettin’ ya do this because i allow ya to, ’kay?!” despite his denies and protests about ever feeling warm and fuzzy in this moment, you can still tell he’ll treasure this memory a lot in the future.

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kuro-after-dark · 5 months

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Oral Fixation

Mammon x GN!reader

cw: oral (male recieving)

A/N: Fuck, my oral fixation is showing

Minors and DNI

Just thinking about…

Worshipping Mammon’s cock. Just sitting him down on his couch and slowly pulling his erection out and layering kisses along its base. Just slowly tracing the large vein that runs along the underside with your tongue and how he whines so sweetly when you use the tip of your tongue to tease his weeping slit. You take his cockhead in your warm mouth and suckle and his hips just involuntarily jump at the sensation.

Holding his hips down, you pull off and kiss your way down to his base, adding little sucks and nibbles as he twitches slightly. You look up to see his head tilted back, jaw slack and gorgeous sapphire eyes squeezed shut tight in an attempt to stave off the orgasm coming way too quickly.

Thinking about suddenly deep throating him, listening to the curses that fly from his lips as your throat constricts and gags on the sudden intrusion. How with every bob of your head, he’s fucking up into your throat just a little deeper each time. How, as the inevitable draws near and his balls start to clench, his body shakes and his whines reach a higher and higher octave.

How the ‘please’s and ‘fuck yes, just like that’s slip from his lips like water and his hand starts to tangle in your hair, eventually just holding your head down as he empties himself in your warm, wet mouth.

How once he comes down from that first orgasm, you’re right back at it again— over and over until he’s so far into overstimulation and cum so many times that he’s shooting blanks.

God I just wanna suck his dick so badly :’(

#shared content:: kuro’s writing #obey me #mammon smut #mammon x reader #obey me smut #mammon x gender neutral reader

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obeymesheep · 1 year

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Husband Energy

Lucifer, Mammon

gn reader!!

OMG SOOO LONG!! hope everyone enjoys this, i am planning on doing all the brothers just on my own time! thank you so much for being patient, it's the end of the semester so i had lots going on, and was also working on this which is much longer than normal!

Lucifer

Lucifer probably bought the ring the day you told him you loved him. It's no small feat getting the demon of pride to fall in love with you, let alone a fall in love with a human.

He kinda sets you up a lil, just a little trick. He has you believe that he's proposing at the restaurant, its very mean, where he gets down on one knee... to tie his shoe, or these long speeches about how much he loves you, and how he never wants you to suffer so that's why... he's paying the bill. When you get home, a little disappointed, you cuddle up with him with a glass of brandy, and confess what you thought tonight was. Lucifer chuckles and pulls out a ring.

"Is this what you wanted love? I apologize for the tricks, but seeing how badly you wanted me to ask was too cute to pass up. I promise you will never spend another night alone, and I will forever hold you in my arms"

Lucifer doesn't let you touch anything!! He is a perfectionist, so apart from the occasional opinion needed he does basically everything! You do have to pull him away from everything just to let him enjoy the fact that you're engaged :(

The wedding is flawless, and goes unblemished by any snot nosed kids, mean and nosy relatives, or clumsy brothers. If you're going more human, everything is draped in pure white, with a classic ceremony, you both also in white, you exchange vows and kiss. However, if you decide to go the demon way and bind your souls together, Diavolo has to officiate, and it hurts a lot, very few people attend, at most it's Mams, Barb, and Simeon, but! a very large reception is thrown afterwards! You're glowing and in bliss throughout the entire party, people come up and congratulate you, with lots of food and drink!

Y'all do not move out of the house, you just can't, his brothers are not equipped for it and Lucifer doesn't want to leave them. However for a couple days after the honeymoon the brothers spilt so you can enjoy your time as a married couple.

You are expected to do most of the housework, and Lucifer prefers when you're at home (assuming we've graduated??? from RAD) instead of some job where he can't guarantee your safety. BUT you're basically excused from dinner duty, you have no obligation to feed anybody, or do any dishes!

You soon come to learn the you and Lucifer already acted like an old married couple, the soft good-morning kisses and the glasses of wine after a long day, but it's also a learning experience for both of you, Lucifer learns to sacrifice time for you, and you learn to trust that Lucifer won't make any life changing decisions without you!!

Mams is super happy for the both of you and is glad your now an in-law! Leviathan is a little jealous that Lucifer got married first. Satan is LIVID when you announce the engagement and feels very betrayed it's takes a while for him to come around... Asmo is very overjoyed about the whole ordeal and is very involved!! Beel is also really happy and is super happy to have you as an in-law!! Belphie feels a little apprehensive about it, none of them have ever been married and feels he is the only one worried about the dynamic :/

Mammon

It's sooo impulsive, i like to think he didn't propose with a ring, with maybe like a sword, or a crown, he is pretty non traditional and wants to pick something that means a lot to him, and it will probably be a treasure brought with them from the celestial realm. Mammon almost proposes a lot, he runs into asmo's room with a sigh "i almost proposed :("

You guys go out to Mams favourite casino, dressed to the nines, and ready to have a drink while Mammon wins some games! At the nights end, Mammon surprises you with a night away at a expensive hotel room. In that moment everything was right, you keeping him company while he smoked on the balcony, he pulled out the treasure.

"I want ya to be mine forever, not Lucifer's, not Levi's, not Asmo, mine! So please, let me make you mine.."

Mammon is such a good haggler and always knows the best vendors. The work load is pretty even, Mams has pretty hard opinions, and wants to help make the day special.

You guys have a demon wedding, when he said he wants to make you his, this is what he meant, to him human weddings are far too temporary, but if it means a lot to you, he will allow you two to also have a ceremony because he does think it's really romantic, at the demon ceremony, Lucifer, Asmo, Luke, Solomon come, and at the reception lots of demons are there, Mammons pretty connected so lots are his guests, though this also means there's lots of presents!

You definitely leave the house, into a smaller one near by, there's lots of tears from the other brothers. You're house is very suited to your tastes, and breakfast visits from the brothers at least happen once a week <3

Mams really falls into the 'wife' roll, his modeling gigs are pretty all over the place, so if you have a more stable schedule, Mammon does lots of the house work, while you cook/plan most meals!!

You and Mammon really fall into a cute routine, Mammons an early riser, so he's doing his skin care and getting dressed while your sleeping, then slipping back beside you to watch you sleep, when you wake up, you go make breakfast, while Mams definitely cuddles you from behind, things like that <3

Lucifer is really proud of how grown up Mammon has become and the partner he chose. Levi is probably not surprised and is only shocked that Mammon finally did it. Satan is touched at the pairing and like Lucifer is proud of Mammon. Asmo is once again through the roof just at the simple fact there will be a wedding. Beel while very happy is a little sad that it means Mammon will move out. While it takes Belphie a little while for the news to really sink in, is only a little salty of your choice in partner.

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kitkat11602 · 10 months

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Kisses with the Obey Me Characters

consists of: demon brothers & dateable's x gn!reader

a/n: I've been slowly working on this for the past month and a half so it's all over the place. my inner demons came out while writing Belphie's part, and I'm sorry to my fellow Barbatos lovers but I lost major motivation near the endings.

suggestive content in some parts, ooc, barely proofread

wc: 5.9k

my inbox is open, please help motivate me to get back into writing 😭😭

Lucifer:

Top of the head kisses!!!!

Lucifer would totally be the type to sneak up behind you when you’re sitting on the couch or at the dining table and planting one on the top of your head or side of your temple.

And he has the audacity to just walk away after catching you by surprise, but don’t think you didn’t notice the ever growing smirk spreading across his face.

Your legs were spread out in front of you, a blanket thrown across your lap with a book Satan had suggested in your hands. Eyes scanning across the pages, you were completely zoned out, unaware of the daunting figure standing behind you. Peering over your shoulder, Lucifer studied the words on one of the pages, getting an understanding that this was a book his younger brother had most likely recommended for you to read.

Removing his attention from the book, he locked his eyes onto you, though he couldn’t see your face, he could only imagine the look of concentration you had. Raising a gloved hand, Lucifer gently placed it on your shoulder, startling you from your read.

Head shooting up, your eyes searched around before landing on the eldest demon brother. The panic that was once swirling in your e/c irises was now replaced with a warm gaze, your lips lifting into a small smile as they parted to speak.

“You scared me, Luci-” You had only begun to speak when he leaned over the back of the couch, his face closing in on yours. Your words stuttered when his lips glided across your warm cheek, not fully making contact until they met with the side of your temple. His lips were cold, but quickly warmed up upon making contact with your skin, with his eyes closed he took this moment to clear his head. Not worrying about how Mammon had taken his credit card once again, or how Beel had eaten all the food in the fridge, no, instead he thought about how nice it felt to be within your presence. Thinking about how much nicer it would feel to touch you even more than just this small kiss, but with his brother’s constantly stealing all of your time, Lucifer has found himself missing the small moments with you.

Forcing himself to pull away, Lucifer spared you a quick glance before continuing past the couch, back in the direction he had previously been going before making a pitstop. Your book, now laid on an unoccupied cushion, your place long gone as your gaze followed the demon. From where you sat, you could see the sudden change of expression on his face. His usual stoic, disappointed look had shifted into a small smirk, his narrowed eyes sending you a suggestive look.

“Meet me in my room tonight.”

Mammon

Listen… You know that one scene from Spider-Man? And you know how Lucifer likes to tie Mammon upside down?

He definitely would have done something to piss off Lucifer, and after hanging for hours you finally come to his rescue.

Catching him off guard with a kiss was one sure way to fluster the second eldest (though he would NOT admit it).

The doors to the House of Lamentation were thrown open, feet shuffling through the entrance and the sound of bags being carried in filled the entrance hall.

Asmo, who had dragged you out to accompany him during his shopping spree, still continued to ramble about one of the many outfits he had seen at the store. His voice only stopped once the both of you had reached the bottom of the stairs, eyeing the figure of his older brother strung up by a rope from the top of the stairway.

“Ehh…” He sighed, shaking his head with a slight frown, “Mammon’s back at it again.”

“Wonder what he did this time,” You began, raising an eyebrow when the white haired demon muttered out a few incoherent words. And upon further inspection, you were able to notice that Mammon’s eyes were closed, his breathing slow and steady, indicating that he was truly asleep. “Did- Is he really asleep?”

Resting a hand on his cheek, Asmo could only heavily exhale in disappointment. “Only he would fall asleep like that.” Chuckling to himself, Asmo took the shopping bags you were holding before beginning to head up the stairs to his bedroom. “You can take care of him, right, Y/N?”

Leaving you without any time to protest, he was already up the stairs and out of your sight. Returning your attention to the second oldest, you slowly approached his slightly swaying figure. “Mammon?” You called, hoping that he would wake up so you could help him down. “Mammon it’s time to wake up.”

His head shook, unsure on if he actually heard you or if he subconsciously responded to your call. Stopping right in front of him, you slowly lifted your arms, hands cupping his cheeks, thumbs brushing against his smooth skin.

“Come on, Mammon. I really don’t want to untie you and watch you fall on your head.”

He didn’t respond.

Sighing, you took a moment to study his face. The way his eyelashes fluttered whenever your thumb would get too close to his eyes, the way his lips were parted, puffs of air escaping him as he grumbled in his sleep.

Instinctively, your face slowly inched closer towards his, gaze flickering between his lips and eyes that remained closed.

It didn’t happen immediately when your lips touched, but a few moments after, did Mammon’s eyes finally flutter open. His head foggy as he tried to recall the last thing he remembered, but all his focus left his body the moment he realized that you were standing right in front of him, upside down?

No…no, how could he have forgotten. He was the one upside down, having pissed off Lucifer he now suffered being strung up and left for who knows how long. But…why were you standing so close to him? And why were your eyes closed? And why were your lips pressed against his?

His face was quick to erupt in flames, the pounding of his heart speeding up and echoing in his ears. He was barely given any time to adjust to the kiss before you were pulling away with a face full of surprise, lips parting to say something, you were stopped by Mammon’s muddled words. His voice cracking as he tries to speak, jerking his body back causing him to swing back and forth.

“WhAt- you…hey! O-of course ya would- I mean- Ha! You should consider yourself lucky to have k-kissed the great Mammon, human!” He averted his gaze away from you, instead focusing on a wall to the left.

“Oh, I’m so very lucky.” You said, an amused smile raising as you shook your head at his antics. “Are you perhaps ready to get down? Or do you want to hang some more?”

“What’re ya, stupid?! Of Course I want let down!” He replied, huffing and rolling his eyes, jerking on the rope once more, “I would’ve already escaped, but Lucifer tied to rope too tigh-” Right as he was about to finish his sentence, due to his recent constant movement, the rope tied around his feet had come loose. His body falling to the floor, making you take a quick step back and wince as he let out a loud groan. “Nevermind.”

“That’s tough bud.”

Levi

Hear me out on this…

Levi has been hauled up in his room for days playing some new game that has come out, and he’s been doing so good on it until he gets to the final boss.

He’s been working on this last boss over and over again that he’s begun to neglect himself of his meals, so you, being the nice human you are, decide to take him some because you’ve been worried about him.

But once you’re in his room, and trying to get him to pause the game for a moment, he finally does it. He beats the final boss. And in a rush of pure adrenaline he jumps up and kisses you right on the spot, not realizing what he was doing until he pulls away.

From the other side of the door you could hear the sounds of Levi groaning in frustration, the fighting sequence playing out from the game he was currently trying to beat.

Knocking on the door, you waited patiently, ready to recall the password to gain access to the third eldest brother’s room. But upon waiting a few more moments, there was no reply from the demon, instead, there was only the continuous sounds of buttons being smashed.

“Levi? Can I come in?” You asked, hoping that he had heard you over the loud volume of his tv. With no response, you balanced the small tray that consisted of a couple slices of spicy rainbow pizza you had learned how to make, specifically for him, along with a cup of warm tea. Using your now free hand, you grasped the door knob, giving it a small twist before gently pushing open the door.

Sitting in front of the tv, quite closely to be exact, was Levi. Controller in his hand as his fingers rapidly mashed against the buttons, muttering quietly to himself.

Walking into the dimly lit room, you proceeded to his desk, setting the tray down before sighing out, “Levi, maybe you should take a break. I haven’t seen you at dinner the last couple days, so maybe a food break would hel-”

“Oh-” He suddenly froze, causing you to pause your words. With furrowed eyebrows, you took a step closer to the demon, glancing briefly at the tv screen. “Ah…” The screen flashed brightly, in big, bold words across the screen, YOU WIN!

“Oh, you won.” You stated, switching your gaze from the tv back to Levi, his eyes widening, finally realizing what those words said.

“I won…” He trailed off, abruptly standing up from the floor, turning towards you with an ever growing smile. “I won!” His voice presumed more enthusiastically, fist pumping in the air as he had seen many anime protagonists do. “I finally did it!”

Laughing in amusement at his action, you nodded your head, “Yes, you did it. Now you can take a break, right?” You never got a response, as the next thing you knew, his lips were attached to yours.

Arms wrapped around your waist, holding you against him, his lips moved against yours slowly. His confidence grew stronger with every passing second…well…that is, until he pulled away and realized what he had done.

“WAAAHHH!!” He threw himself back, stumbling over his feet and landing on his butt. His face was quickly turning red, heart pounding erratically in his chest, “Y-you..” He couldn’t find any words to say, and even if he could, he doubted he’d be able to get them out with stuttering over each one.

Burying his face in his hands, he let out an embarrassed cry, his shoulders shaking as the picture of him pulling away from your lips played in his mind. The way your eyes fluttered open and immediately locked eyes with him, the way the corner of your lips lifted into a small smile, the way you…the way you looked like you enjoyed it.

No! No way would you actually have enjoyed a kiss with some stupid otaku…but…

“Levi,” You called his name, crouching on the floor in front of him, gently pulling his hands away from his blushing face. Hesitantly looking at you, his body shivered at the soft expression on your face, “As much as I enjoyed that kiss, I’d really like for you to eat, I even made your favorite.”

“Huh?” Turning his attention to the desk which held his meal, he smiled at the sight of his favorite pizza. “Oh thanks, I’ve been meaning to get something to eat.”

Chuckling at his response, you pat the top of his head before standing up, “It was my first time making it, so let me know how it tastes, okay?” Presenting him one last smile, you took your leave, making sure to close the door behind you.

“Of cour- WAIT! DID YOU SAY YOU ENJOYED IT?!”

Satan

Satan… Oh the book loving demon.

You both would be cuddled up, him reading one of his books and you scrolling through Devilgram.

One of his hands securely held the book, while his other held onto your hand, thumb caressing your palm, breath hitching everytime it began to tickle.

But wait! He unconsciously brings your conjoined hands near his lips, pressing light kisses to your fingertips, making his way up the palm of your hand to your wrist, stopping when his lips were met with the beating of your pulse.

AND HE’S DOING THIS ALL WHILE STILL READING, but don’t let him think that you miss the way his lips quirk up into a small smirk at the sudden jump in your heart rate.

You stared down at the screen of the device in your hand, thumb scrolling through today's feed which seemed to mostly consist of Asmo and what he had been doing all day. Sat beside you was Satan, quietly reading through the pages of a book he had plucked from one of his shelves before settling down with you. His eyes skimming across the pages, his thumb lightly brushing against the palm of your hand that he held, paying no mind to the way your breath hitched to hold back from laughing.

Feeling your hand being lifted, you turned your attention away from Devilgram for the moment, watching as the blonde haired demon brought your conjoined hands up to meet his lips. Delicately kissing the tips of your fingers all the while continuing to read, your D.D.D. long forgotten as you could only watch him with curiosity swimming in your eyes. Paying no mind to your gaze on him, he continued his ministrations, dragging his lips across the palm of your hand. Only stopping once he got to your wrist, his lips hovering over your pulse point before kissing it tenderly, smirking when he felt your pulse rise from his actions.

“Satan?” You breathed out, hand stuttering in his grasp, heat swirling in your chest as you watched him set his book down. Instead of responding verbally, he pulled you onto his lap, hands resting on your hips while finally meeting your gaze.

Adjusting his position, he buried his face into your neck, lips brushing against the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of kisses as he made his way up to your jaw. Tightening his hold on your hips he pulled away briefly, gauging your reaction before leaning back into to peck at the corners of your mouth. Smirk growing when you told him to stop teasing you, egging him on even more, he avoided your lips altogether.

Leaving kisses on your cheeks, forehead, nose, purposely depriving you of what you really wanted.

“Y/N,” He sighed, moving his hands from your hips to wrap around your waist, hugging you against his chest. “You’re beautiful.”

And finally…finally he gives in.

Allowing himself to fall into your desires by locking his lips with yours, slowly moving in sync. Your hands traveled up his shoulders until they were met with the back of his head, fingers tangling into his soft hair.

With your D.D.D. and his book long forgotten, the both of you got lost in your own desires, not hearing the knocks coming from the other side of the door saying that dinner was ready.

Asmo

While he is the Avatar of Lust, he enjoys being intimate with you.

Showering together

Doing skin care together

He just loves being close with you, and he especially loves being able to admire your beauty.

And if he does that by watching you through the mirror as you do the skin care routine he had taught you, then who are you to complain?

The bathroom was warm, steam still fogging up part of the mirror from the hot bath Asmo and you had taken. Standing in front of the mirror with a towel wrapped around you, you stared into the mirror as you gently rubbed in the moisturizer Asmo had given you.

Behind you, Asmo also stood in only a towel, gazing over your shoulder into the mirror rubbing his own moisturizer in. Though he seemed to struggle with finishing his routine as all he could find himself doing was watching you, mesmerized with your movements.

“Something wrong?” You asked, catching his eyes through the mirror, “You always finish up before me, what’s up?”

“Hm?” He snaps out of his daze, shaking his head with a smile, “Oh nothing, I was just admiring your beauty through the mirror darling, but of course, look at me as well. I’m the most beautiful person in all of Devildom,” He sighed happily, resting one of his hands against his cheek, “I was simply thinking about how fitting it was that I have the pleasure of having someone as beautiful as you by my side.”

Rolling your eyes, you smiled at his words, “How kind of you, my dear.” There wasn’t much left for you to do, except for getting dressed in your pajamas and then to finally relax in bed after the long day you’ve had, but as you were about to exit the bathroom, the fifth eldest brother stopped you.

His hands wrapping around your waist while leaning his chin onto your shoulder, continuing to stare at you through the mirror without a word.

“Asmo? Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask once more, attempting to turn your head to look at him face to face, but it was no use from how close he stood.

“I’m perfectly fine, my love. I just can’t help but admire how amazing you are.” He whispered, removing his chin from your shoulder, but still hovering over your bare skin. His lips slowly drag their way across your shoulder to your neck, giving you a quick peck before laying his cheek against the side of your head. “It’s as if you have me under some sort of spell.”

“Maybe I do.” You joked, turning around in his hold and pressing your lips against his in a swift kiss. “While you stand here all dazed, I’m going to get ready for bed.” Pulling yourself out of his embrace, you were finally able to escape the bathroom, “I’ll see you in bed once you’re finished, okay?”

You didn’t wait for his response, desperate to get some clothes on and lay in bed, but you were still able to hear his somewhat mumbled ‘okay’ before exiting.

Slowly returning to his routine, he still found himself thinking about you in that moment, the way you looked, the way your skin felt against his. The more he thought about it, the more his face began to heat up, and he knew it wasn’t just from the temperature of the bath he took.

Maybe you did have some sort of spell on him.

Or maybe, he just realized that he was in love with you.

Beel

Beel is definitely the type to love you no matter of your insecurities/flaws, he’s just so babygirl like that.

And something that he loves, besides eating and working out, is getting to lay in between your legs, his head resting on your stomach.

This mostly occurs in your bedroom late at night while having a movie marathon, or even if you were just scrolling through your D.D.D. before bed.

But sometimes he would catch you off guard, littering kisses around your body while you were too distracted.

He secretly loves the look of surprise that flashes across your face when you feel his lips on your skin, but what he even loves more is how flustered you become after catching him in the act.

The room was dimly lit, only the soft glow of the tv illuminating the walls. You laid on your back, one arm behind your head while the other rested on the Avatar of Gluttony’s back. His body was nuzzled between your legs, arms loosely wrapped around your sides, with his head laying atop your stomach.

Your full attention was solely on the tv, completely absorbed into the movie Levi had recommended you watch. And Beel, well, he decided to tag along to spend some time with you, and so far he wasn’t regretting it.

The movie wasn’t all that interesting to him, but he could see how invested you were into the plot as it only continued to thicken. Smiling when your hand clenched the back of his shirt, watching as the main character figured out what they had been missing the whole time.

Using one of his hands, he slowly lifted the bottom of your shirt, nudging his head in between the material of the cloth and your skin. Sighing, contently when he laid his head back down, the warmth of your skin bringing a new sense of comfort to him.

Being too captivated by the movie, you were unaware of the sudden shift underneath your shirt, or the sensation of the sixth eldest pressing light kisses to your stomach. His hand that had lifted your shirt holding your waist, fingers softly tickling your side, hoping for a reaction.

Flinching in your spot, you glanced down at the lump in your shirt, instinctively smacking at the hand that was tickling you. “Stop that, it tickles.” You scolded, the corners of your lips twitching as you tried to hold back your laughter.

With the tickling stopped and your attention now off the movie, you were now able to just barely feel his lips pressed against your stomach. Mumbling incoherent words from underneath your shirt, Beel tried to pull you even closer to him.

Your eyes widened briefly, lips parting in surprise, “Beel?” You whispered, gripping the bottom of your shirt with one hand and pulling it off his head. “What are you doing?” You asked slowly, getting a good look at his face now that you could see it.

His eyes were closed, laying his head back down but still tilted up in your direction. The smile he displayed was one you had seen many times, most often when you would catch him in the kitchen after nightfall, snacking on the leftover food in the fridge despite Lucifer telling him not to.

“I love you.” He stated, without even an ounce of doubt, opening his eyes to finally see your reaction.

You were frozen in place, hand still on his back, though it still gripped his shirt tightly. Eyes widened, staring down at the demon in surprise, feeling your face begin to heat up as his words finally sunk in.

Instead of finding any words to say, you hide your face behind your hands, whining out that he shouldn’t catch you off guard like that.

But it’s okay, you’ll deal with the newfound heat bubbling in your chest. It’s totally worth it when he chuckles deeply, giving you his usual puppy dog smile and repeating those same words. “I really love you.”

Belphie

Sleepy boy, Belphie, who spends most of his time napping.

Oftentimes dragging you along with him up to the attic where he knows you would least likely be disturbed, falling asleep pretty fast, leaving you wide awake as you would have just woken up for the day.

But that’s okay! You’ll still lay there with him, your arms holding him close just as he liked, admiring the soft look on his face while he peacefully slept.

It’s too bad though, that you didn’t make sure he was truly asleep, because now you’re stuck having to hear his teasing remarks.

It was warm in the room, yet not warm enough to make it unbearable.

Or maybe it wasn’t the room, no…maybe it was the thick fuzzy blanket and the youngest demon brother that had your body heat skyrocketing? You had been laying with Belphie for not even twenty minutes, but the demon was already asleep. His arms were wrapped around your waist, head buried in your chest, refusing to be separated from you.

Slowly removing your arms from around him, you broke free from his hold after struggling for a few silent moments. Slipping the blanket off of you and tucking it under the side he was currently laying on, you shuffled around in the bed, searching for a more comfortable position to help you cool off. Slipping your arm under the pillow you were using, you shifted down the bed so you were face to face with the sleeping demon.

His bangs were messily splayed across his forehead, eyebrows furrowed briefly before smoothing back out. A soft smile made its way onto your face, moving your hand to cup his cheek, brushing away the stray hairs that rested above his eyes. Moving your head closer, you brushed your nose against his, laughing lightly when his lips pursed, almost puckering and asking for a kiss.

“You’re so weird when you sleep.” You laughed quietly, giving the tip of his nose a quick kiss before resting your head back onto the pillow, content with just watching as he napped, knowing that you’d fall asleep sooner or later.

“That wasn’t a real kiss,” Your body jolted in shock, not prepared for Belphie’s voice to suddenly ring out, let alone his eyes to be peering into yours. His lips were set into a pout, “I want a real kiss.”

“I- what?”

“You were the one watching me sleep, I saw the way you looked at me.” He said, lips twitching up into a smirk. Slowly pushing himself up, he used his arms to keep him up, hovering over you.

“I was not!” You huffed, turning your head to the side, trying not to let it show that his teasing words had affected you. But with the way his thumb and index finger gripped your chin, turning your head back to face him, and the way your heart began to hammer in your chest. You knew that he knew what kind of effect he had on you, the smirk on his face said enough.

“Oh?” His voice was smooth, “So, you look at everyone like that?” He was pouting again, but this time he was doing it on purpose, teasing you, purposely trying to get under your skin.

“What? No, I don’t.” You answered, rolling your eyes, trying to look anywhere else but his beautiful violet eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You only look at me like that, right?” He asked teasingly, leaning in closer to your face, much like you had done before, brushing your noses against one another. “You’ll only look at me like that, right?” He rephrased, breath fanning against your lips as his eyes closed, your lips molding together much to your surprise, though you guess you should have suspected it coming from the Avatar of Sloth who enjoyed getting under people’s skin.

His lips were surprisingly soft, and tasted faintly of the hell cream cat tongue cookies you saw Beel munching on after breakfast this morning, remembering how the twins had made the journey last night to Madam Scream’s to specifically get them.

Your lips moved in sync with his, gasping when his hand that had been gripping your chin slid down your side, holding your hip as the kiss became more heated. After another long moment, you pulled away as best as you could to regain your breath, the demon following after you, not quite done with his assault on your lips just yet.

“I like it when you look at me like that.” He whispered, attaching his lips to your neck, allowing you your moment to breathe.

But don’t expect him to wait long, his want for a peaceful nap with you long gone, replaced with a growing fire inside him.

Diavolo

Diavolo is a very, very busy man. I mean, he is the future ruler of Devildom after all.

Time with him is rare, and even when you do get a sliver of a moment, Barbatos is always there to fetch his master who had run away from the work he needed to do.

With the almighty loyal servant of Lord Diavolo, one would imagine that he would never lose track of the future king.

So imagine everyone’s surprise when Diavolo is nowhere to be found. Sure, he was on a break right now, but within an hour he had a very important student council meeting to attend.

But little did everyone know, was that Diavolo had been ambushed by his favorite human who was supposed to be walking to their next class, and dragged into the nearest supply closet.

“Shouldn’t you be in class?” Diavolo asked, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you close the door sneakily, laughing when you leaned your back against the door as an extra measure to keep people out.

“Let’s not talk about how much trouble I’ll be in with Lucifer right now.” You sighed, pushing yourself away from the door and approaching the demon. “I’ve barely seen you these past few days, it’s been torture.” You dramatically spoke, falling into his awaiting arms. Hugging him closely, you breathed in his scent, your nerves calming with just the slightest touch from him. “I’ve missed you.”

He hums in agreement, tightening his hold on you, tucking his head into the crevice of your neck. “I’ve missed you as well. Getting away from Barbatos is…quite a tricky task.”

“I can imagine,” You laughed, moving your head back so you could see his face. Still as handsome as the last time you had seen him, if not more. “I’m just happy I was able to catch you on my way to class.”

Not saying anything more, the both of you leaned in, lips connecting in a heated, passionate kiss. Your hands finding themselves unbuttoning his coat, toying with the tie tied around his neck. His own hands were on the back of your head, holding you in place, refusing to be apart from you after having not had any time to see you lately.

Taking a step forward, Diavolo swiveled around, pushing you against the wall he had been leaning on. Hands now perched onto your hips, pulling you closer to him, his lips traveling down your jaw and neck, stopping when they reach the collar of your uniform.

“Do you-” He started, pulling back just enough to catch a glimpse of your flushed out expression. His words were cut off by three knocks at the supply closet door, the shadow of the person on the other side peeking through the crack underneath.

“My Lord, I have given you as much time as possible, but it’s time for the meeting.” Barbatos’ voice rang out from the other side, a hint of amusement in the situation, but sternness as his master still had to attend to his duties. “You as well, Y/N.”

Your shoulders dropped in disappointment, sighing solemnly as you fixed your slightly wrinkled uniform before helping Diavolo straighten up his tie and button up his coat once more.

“Hey,” Diavolo spoke softly, catching hold of your hand before you could make your way to the door. You stopped in your tracks, squeezing his hand back as you gave him your attention. “Why don’t you come stay at the castle tonight? I’ll speak with Barbatos, that way we can spend the night together, what do you say?”

“Really?” The hopeful look in your eyes caught him off guard as you lovingly gazed at him, his smile dropping as a blush rose to his cheeks.

“Yes,” He answered without a waver, “I’ll make it happen.” He said, smiling in reassurance, “I’ll make anything happen for you, Y/N.”

As long as you keep that look in your eyes.

Barbatos

Barbatos is a very dignified man, always keeping his composure as the loyal servant to the future king of Devildom, Lord Diavolo.

But that doesn’t mean that he has another side to him, in fact, I believe that Barbatos is a man with many different sides.

I see him as being more intimate with you in private.

Now that’s not to say he’d say no to a kiss in front of others, but only a peck here and there. But I think that alone time with him completely makes up for the lack of pda.

After the doors are closed, he’s on you like a light, completely ravishing you and letting you know how much he appreciates you.

Stepping into the dark room, Barbatos undid the buttons of his blazer. A sigh slipped past his lips when he shed the clothed material, his gloves coming off next, fingers smoothing out the silk texture before moving further into the room, stopping beside his bed.

You were sprawled out in his sheets, clutching one of his pillows in your arms as a substitute until he was able to slip away from work for the night. You had arrived earlier in the night, having dinner with him and Diavolo before scurrying to his bedroom, leaving him with a quick peck on the cheek and telling him that you’d wait for him.

Turning his attention to the clock beside his bed, he sighed at the time displayed. He knew that he had overworked once again and kept you waiting until you had fallen asleep alone, but at least he could have the joy of waking up with you in his arms before repeating the day all over again.

Quickly changing into some sleeping clothes, the demon got into bed, adjusting your form into a more comfortable one for you to wake up in before lying down himself. Throwing an arm around your waist he sighed out once again, blinking owlishly when he found your eyes staring straight into his.

“Hey.” You said, voice hoarse, having just woken up from a deep sleep.

“Hello.” He pulled the blanket up over your shoulders, scooting closer towards you in the bed, “I’m sorry for making you wait.” His eyes closed momentarily, taking in the silence of the room, allowing himself to relax into the soft cushiness of the bed.

“It’s okay, you’re here now.” Tucking the blanket under your chin, you gave him a small smile, meeting his eyes once they had reopened. His eyes were narrowed in a teasing manner, a small, crooked smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“It’s been a while since we’ve had time to ourselves, my dear.” He started, closing in on you and brushing a hand over your cheek, “Truly is such a shame that our time has been reduced to the late hours of the night.”

You hum quietly, eyes feeling heavy once more, you lean in closer and place a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Pulling away to lay back in bed, the green haired demon followed after you, his lips capturing yours before you could even register what was happening. Your eyes widened, gasping into the kiss, your startled expression causing him to smile into the kiss.

“Barb?” Your voice shook, gasping for air when he pulled away, opting to hold you close to his chest for the time being.

“Shhh,” He cooed, one hand wrapped around your waist, while the other was under your head, acting as a pillow to keep you close to him. “Go to sleep, my love.” Kissing your forehead, he laid his head down onto his pillow, nestling his head on top of your. “Sleep well.”

Simeon

M O R N I N G K I S S E S

He’d wake you up with kisses early in the morning, despite you specifically telling him to not wake you up early.

He’d smile while doing so, even going as far to tickle your sides to get you up and moving.

And he’s just too damn adorable with his eyes crinkled as he puts on a big smile, voice soft as he tells you it’s time to wake up, so of course, you can never stay mad at him.

Your eyes fluttered open, the lantern on the bedside table lit, casting an orange hue across the room. You could feel the soft texture of Simeon’s lips, peppering kisses across your cheeks, his lips curled up into a smile as he did so.

“It’s time to get up.” He whispered, his breath tickling your cheek as his lips slid across your skin, kissing the tip of your nose. “I let you sleep in for a couple minutes longer.”

“Nooo,” You whined, turning your head to the side and attempting to cover your head with the blanket.

“Yes yes, we have plans with the others, remember?” He laughed, poking your side with his index finger, “And you’re the one that planned it.” Continuing to poke you, he took to tickling you instead, eyes shining in amusement when you began to wiggle around in the bed, desperately trying to escape from his attack.

Laughter bubbled up in your chest as your hands swatted at his gently, body rolling towards the edge of the bed where you were sure to fall if not for Simeon’s arms grabbing onto your and pulling you closer to him.

As your laughter died down, you found yourself frozen in his arms. His smile had softened, fondly watching as your heart began to race. Even just his face was enough to fluster you, especially when he was looking at you like…that.

“Stop it,” You said, turning your head away with pursed lips, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” He chuckled, taking your chin in between his fingers and guiding your attention back to him. “Like I love you?” He asked in a teasing tone.

“Y-yeah!” You stuttered, hiding your face in your hands, hoping to conceal your expression from his eyes, but should have known better.

Carefully prying your hands away from your face, he hovered his face over yours, pressing a quick kiss to your lips not once, not twice, but thrice. “That’s because I do love you.” He quietly said against your lips, “You have no idea how much I love you.”

Solomon

DO NOT TRUST THIS MAN! He may seem all sweet and innocent, but I swear he’s a biter.

You’ll be in the middle of a sweet moment and he’ll kiss you all nicely, but then BAM he’s gnawing on your lip.

He’s just a cheeky little shit that likes to tease you.

And it works.

The sky was dark, very few stars littered the sky overhead in Devildom. You laid on your back, eyes locked onto the dark sky, silence surrounding you except for the occasional sound of Solomon humming.

“So this is what humans do nowadays?” He asked, still unsure what you both were supposed to do. He understood that you wanted to watch the stars, but was that all, was that really all you do?

“You’re talking like an old man.” You laughed, turning your attention away from the sky to glance at the white haired sorcerer. “And to answer your question, not everyone does this. Not everyone is into this sort of stuff, I guess I just wanted to try it out.”

“I see.”

It fell silent once again, and from the corner of your eye you could see that he had rolled over onto his side, now facing you. While your attention was on the stars, his was solely on you, watching, studying your every expression.

“And what’s the point exactly?” He smirked, seeming to already know the answer he was expecting to get.

“What do you mean?” Rolling over onto your side, you mimicked his actions, propping up a hand and resting your head on it. “What’s the point in watching the stars?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, it’s something to do. With friends, or a lover, it’s just a time to bond or whatever. I don’t know, I don’t know how this stuff works.” You shrugged your shoulders, hoping that he was satisfied enough with your answer.

“So then what are we?” He asked, leaning the front half of his body closer, “Friends…or lovers?”

Your eyes widened at his question, lips sealed as you finally registered the words.

“Idiot!” You softly scolded, smacking him on the shoulder making him laugh. “You already know the answer to that.”

“I know, I know. I couldn’t help myself, you’re so easy to fluster.” He slowly leaned in until your lips were connected. The kiss was filled with so much tenderness, so much passion that even you were surprised. His lips moved against yours in a gentle urgency, one hand cupping your cheek to keep you close.

But even with the kiss filled with so much passion, you know you should have expected something to be up the sorcerer's sleeve. You could feel the corners of his mouth twitch upwards into the kiss, his teeth gently grazing your bottom lip before taking hold of it, causing you to gasp in shock.

Pulling away, you rolled back a couple inches, putting some distance between the both of you. “Hey!” You stared at him with wide eyes, lips parted still in a state of surprise. “No biting so suddenly! Jeez you’re like some kind of wild animal!” You hid your face in the ground, ignoring the pounding of your heart as he could only laugh.

“So it’s okay if I bite later on, hm?” He teased, once again meeting with the wrath of your hand slapping against his shoulder.

“Shut up!”

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