#obey me mammon x gn!reader

[scarlett-vixen]

Greedy Boy

@xialatvs this one’s for you. Like many other things, this beautiful fanart inspired this hot mess.

CW: voyeurism, male masturbation, edging, nipple play, name calling? Tell me if I missed something

Pairing: Mammon x Gn!Reader

Mammon was losing focus on the movie playing, he put it on trying to distract himself but it wasn’t working, his mind kept wandering back to you.

You had returned home nearly a month ago, leaving him all alone in the Devildom once again, this time was worse though. Mammon didn’t realize just how spoiled he had become having you around all the time to help him out, now it was agonizingly obvious.

The second born had become accustomed to having you close by to satisfy his lust, which was often given that he was turned on by every little thing you did, but now you were gone and he had to take care of his own problems.

Mammon was growing restless when he suddenly had a thought, if he missed you this much, you must be going crazy without him around. The second born got a wicked idea as he picked up his phone.

He lifted his shirt holding it in his teeth, exposing his toned chest and abs, with one hand he gently pressed his nipple between his thumb and forefinger and with the other he took the sinful photo.

“Do ya miss me yet?” He typed under the photo, he felt his heart race as he sent the text, eager to see your response.

A few minutes passed with no answer ‘one more picture couldn’t hurt’ Mammon thought as he pulled his shirt back up. This time pressing a little harder on his nipple, his leg twitched and he hummed at the sensation, it had been so long since he felt your hands on his chest.

He sent the second picture with another witty remark about how much you must be enjoying these shots of him. He waited a few minutes before getting an even better idea and acting on it.

Mammon adjusted himself on the couch, his shirt still pulled up from the last photo, and he pressed record. A quick sixty second video of him lightly brushing his fingers across his chest, stopping to tease his already aroused nipple while he let out a few soft whimpers, this would get your attention for sure.

With the video sent, the second born was left alone with his thoughts waiting for you to reply. What was taking so damn long? It was passed the time you normally got home, right about now you would text or call him anyway, so what was the deal today?

Mammon’s plan had been to tease you but all he did was turn himself on while taking the pictures. He couldn’t take it anymore, if waiting patiently wasn’t working then he’d just have to spam your phone with explicit photos and videos.

He eventually gave up on pictures and just kept sending videos, each one even more desperate than the last, his face red and both nipples hard while he continued to tease the sensitive buds. His whimpers turned into soft moans which turned into to cries for you, he started begging for your touch, telling you how much he missed you and needed you.

The last video he sent was the most desperate though, his shirt long gone, his left hand teasing and flicking his nipples frantically switching from one to the other trying to get better stimulation, his bangs glued to his forehead with sweat, eyes closed as he tried to imagine you teasing him instead.

“Please….need ya here…please” were the only coherent words he could form. He looked at the camera through half lidded eyes and let out a loud and needy moan, if you didn’t respond soon he’d lose his damn mind.

Ending the video he put the phone down, trying to calm himself and catch his breath. Mammon glanced down and saw his cock straining against his black sweatpants begging to be set free, his hand shot down towards it but stopped, he wanted— no, he needed you to watch.

Mind flooding with thoughts of you, the Avatar of Greed writhed on the couch trying to get friction on his aching cock without actually touching it. His whimpers started up again as the fabric on his sweatpants rubbed his sensitive tip, he started to roll his hips for more friction when he felt his phone vibrate on his chest.

“What happened baby? Did you get too worked up?”

Fuck you were such a tease. Mammon’s thumb flew to the video call button, biting his lower lip he let out another desperate moan, he needed you to talk him through this, now.

*call declined*

Mammon let out a small whimper, don’t do this to him. He tried calling again, only to have it ended immediately, this time he let out whine in protest.

“Sorry sweet boy, I’m not giving in that quickly. You want to give me a show? Then work for it <3”

“Fuck…” the word escaped his lips as he threw his head back. His plan had completely backfired, here he was fully turned on needing your help to get off while you were sitting there teasing him.

It wasn’t fair, it had been weeks since he’d been able to get off on his own, he needed your voice, he wanted you to watch him fuck into his mattress, he wanted you to see just how badly he needed you.

He knew you’d give him he wanted, that if he just kept calling you’d eventually answer and he could have sweet release, but he wanted to be good for you.

Mammon started sending more videos, but these were out of pure frustration. He started running his hand across his chest again, this time squirming against his own touch, his eyes clenched shut but a few tears ran down his cheeks.

He had worked himself up too much, he needed to cum and you wouldn’t let him yet, he started begging and pleading for you to help him, tears streaming down his face, moaning in between sobs.

He sent three videos back to back, he started a fourth but stopped when he saw you calling, he sat up immediately wanting to get in position before answering.

Mammon propped his phone up on the coffee table in front of his couch, he adjusted himself so he was facing the camera, one foot on the floor and the other up on the couch giving you full view of his crotch.

“Go ahead baby, show me how bad you want me.” You teased. You sat on your bed, back against your headboard, fully clothed. Mammon pouted, he wanted to be there with you, or at least see you naked again, but he wasted no time.

With both hands free now he could cover more ground. One hand went straight for his chest, the other started to palm his now throbbing erection.

“Miss you…need you…” Mammon began to mutter, thumb rubbing across his overly sensitive nipple, his other hand worked fast to remove his pants. They finally came off but his boxers continued to cage his massive erection, he could have removed them both at once but he didn’t dare take his other hand off his chest. It just felt too good.

“What a greedy boy, can’t take two seconds to take your pants off huh?” You were right, he was too greedy to correctly take his clothes off.

Mammon whimpered in response, forcing himself to let go of his chest, he slowly pulled off his boxers finally setting his cock free. The tip glistened from all the precum coating it, you could see a trail starting to leak down his shaft.

The second born wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and cupped his heavy balls with the other, a very broken gasp left his lips as he slowly ran his hand up to his tip. Using his thumb he smeared the heavy amount of precum around until his entire hand was covered along with the swollen head of his cock.

“Fuck— ahhh…want you here” you listened to him moan. You watched as he started to pump his cock, you could see every vein throbbing as his hand glided up and down, his legs twitched in pleasure with each pull.

“Come on baby, I know you can do better than that. Show me just how needy you are, make me regret leaving you alone down there.” Your voice alone was pushing him closer to climax, he was going slow on purpose, he wanted this to last. He wanted to stay like this forever, you watching him at his most vulnerable, he’d only do this for you and only because he loved how good you treated him afterwards.

Just as you commanded, Mammon quickened his pace, the red on his face spreading down his neck and chest. He could feel his orgasm approaching but no matter how hard he chased it, it was still out of reach.

“Haaa— please, please! Fuck, I need ya baby.”

Mammon tried to keep his eyes on the screen but every stroke brought him closer to the edge, he closed his eyes as his head rolled back and he started bucking his hips up into his fist.

“I wanna… I needa— hnnng ple-ease, baby-y!”

“What is it baby? Tell me what you want.” You knew exactly what he wanted but also knew he needed help reaching the orgasm he so desperately sought.

“I-I wanna— I want you…fuuuuck— baby please, I want you to fuck me!” He finally managed to get out.

He became lost in his own thoughts, forgetting you were watching and leaving you with broken whimpers and moans as he fucked into his hand faster.

You couldn’t help but smile, knowing how needy he got when away from you, you felt the heat growing between your own legs. You’d take care of that in a minute, right now you had to help this poor demon fuck himself.

“You want me to fuck you baby? I think you enjoy me watching you fuck yourself more honestly.”

Mammon broke into a smile as he choked on a moan, you were right, he absolutely loved having you watch him. His body tensed, he was so close it was torture.

“What a little perv huh? So desperate for me that you’d fuck yourself while I watch?”

Fuck yes. He’d do it every day if you let him, his thrusts became erratic and his breaths turned to pants.

“You’re just a greedy little demon aren’t you? You’re my greedy demon.” Your voice was low and almost possessive. That’s all it took.

“FUCK!” Mammon’s eyes shot open as he felt his orgasm rip through him, thick ropes of cum shot out coating his stomach and thighs, he continued bucking his hips trying to chase the intense high.

Eventually coming down Mammon looked back at you through half lidded eyes, hand still wrapped around his now half hard cock, he was waiting on your praise for how good he had been.

You could tell he had been pent up for a while with the amount of cum he let loose, you knew the poor thing was probably exhausted, you also knew he could go multiple rounds though.

“Good job baby,” you pulled your shirt off and watched the greedy demon fixate on your now exposed chest. “But you’re not done yet.”

[poetofthedyingstars]

mammon’s love letter | litera scripta manet

note: kind of ooc-ish but not really coz mammon wrote down his feelings remember??? he wrote everything he felt because he can't say it directly and forwardly. so that's that. hmp. ngl went crazy writing this. giggling and almost tearing up and shit. love this guy so much.

warning: slight angst, implied lesson 16 accident, fluff, mammon being open with his feelings. ENJOY READING!!!!

Dearest MC,

Ya have to know that I'm not as good with words as my brothers, unlike Lucifer or Satan or your favorite writers and poets. I ain’t a poet, MC, I’ve never written a love letter in my entire life. I’m just me. I’ve never had anyone like you or felt what I have for ya with anyone else but know that it is the most genuine thing in all three realms. I’m just so scared that eventually you would believe what my brothers say about me. That I’m a lying, cheating, good for nothing scumbag.I know I’m not perfect but I’m trying so hard to be good enough for you. Ya deserve everything nice the world can offer and I don’t know if you can find that with me. I just love ya a little too much and I kinda suck at expressing that.

You drive me crazy, you know that? I want to tell you how much I love you but you make me malfunction so much, I get shy. You’re so annoying. Why’d you have to be so perfect anyways?! Your smile is perfect, your laugh is perfect, you’re perfect and everybody loves you. You just have to make everybody else fall for you and THAT scares me. It horrifies me, MC. What if you realize that they can offer you a better life? With a pool of choices that have my brothers, Lucifer especially, Lord Diavolo, Solomon and an angel like Simeon, would you still see me and choose me? (erased: I could only hope ya do, I’m your first man after all!)

You know that one poem you read to me the other day? About the one baring your soul naked and being scared of being loved and all? I want you to see me tough, someone who could protect you, someone you could count on and someone who can love you unconditionally. I already lost ya once, I wouldn't be able to bear it again if I lost you. I have no idea how you see me, you’ve a very unique way of looking at things but if I tell you that my soul is rotten, would you still love me? I’m a demon after all and there are some things I won’t be able to change. Will you put up with my bullshits? Stupid schemes and all that?

I’m trying my best to be better for you. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for ya so just ask me, come to me for comfort, when you’re having your nightmares, when you need help with your homework - I may not be the best at it but it’s important for me that you know that I’m always there for you.

I love you, MC, more than words can contain and there’s no one else in this world I’d rather be with forever. You’re all I need. The greatest treasure in Devildom, Human World and the Celestial Realm. You.

Fuck you for making me love you too much. You made The Great Mammon sweep off their feet so don’t go looking at anyone else anymore, just me. I love you.

Yours, always and forever,

Mammon.

reblogs are more than appreciated, please do. comment are welcome as well so please leave some. also i know i said mammon wrote a three-page love letter but this is kinda short so i'm sorry xD just feel the rest of the letter ok?

[id: three photos aligned with each other, the first one with two ginger cats facing each other, the other leaning in for a kiss, the second photo is mammon from obey me who looks sexy, the third photo is a bunch of flowers scattered in an opened book's page. the last photo is a cropped photo with the text: “darling” in it. /end id.]

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𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: MC is struck with a deadly illness that is make their life extremely short within days. When Solomon says it’s so rare not even he knows what it is, more or less it doesn’t have a cure. Mammon can only be by their side while their life slips away, being there why more symptoms until their life finally runs out, leaving him with grief.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Mammon/GN!MC

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 16+

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐜: 5434

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: illness, blood, vomit, death, mentions of lesson 16

Day 1: 10/10

“OI! MC!” Mammon yelled as he called out for the human, which after a year of being in the exchange program the brothers managed to find a way to turn them back into a normal human rather than a fluffy pink sheep. “Did you need something Mammon?” MC asked, looking back at him.

“Well yeah, we’re having a movie night tonight. We didn’t know if you got the message since ya weren’t answering your D.D.D.” Mammon said with a shrug. “Oh, it’s over there charging. So no, I didn't get your guys' messages.” MC smiled. “Ah, cool. We’re having it in my room since it’s got the biggest screen to watch ‘em on! We even got Lucifer ta come!” Mammon smiled proudly.

“I’ll come and watch with you guys, so don’t worry about me skipping. Plus, whenever have I skipped?” MC asked. “Well never, we just had to pick ya up to make sure you could see the screen since ya used to be real tiny.” Mammon teased, which earned him a punch from the human.

“OW! Hey-!” He said before laughing. MC smiled before going back to what they were doing. Mammon patted their head before leaving their room.

–  –

“AHHHHH!” “Mammon, that was the 4th scream in this entire movie.” MC covered their ears as they looked at him with annoyance. “It’s scary, come on aren’t you a little scared!?” Mammon asked. 

“Mammon hush.” Satan said, not even looking at him. MC chuckled, “Come here, I’ll give you a hug if you’re that scared.” They whispered not to disturb the others. Mammon took the offer and quickly went into the safe and comforting arms of the human.

Mammon was scared during the rest of the movie, but he managed not to scream, unlike Levi. MC only laughed watching how scared both of them were of a simple human horror movie. Once it ended Levi and Mammon breathed heavily.

“I never thought that human world horror movies would be scarier than Devildom horror movies.” Levi said. “I’ll be sure to bring Friday the 13th full series next time, but we could only watch a few.” MC said.

“No! No please no!” Mammon pleaded. “Please do, I’m interested.” Belphegor said. “Even this movie had Lucifer startled a bit.” He chuckled. “There were sudden flashing lights and jumpscares, anyone would get startled at that.” Lucifer said, not even denying it.

— —

Day 2: 9/10; Loss of Appetite

MC woke up to being nudged. “Come on, you gotta get up MC!” Mammon’s voice was the first thing they heard, they lifted their head and looked at him. “Morning Mams.” MC hummed before sitting up and rubbing the back of their neck.

“Hurry up! We got an hour before class. You still need to eat breakfast before Beel eats it all!” Mammon said. “Yeah yeah…” MC grumbled, not being much of a morning human. They got up and just threw their blanket back onto the mattress, not caring about making the bed.

Hell be damned if Lucifer brings it up. Mammon left their room so they could get changed into their uniform. After a quick change MC went into the dining hall. “MC is 4 minutes and 53 seconds late to the table.” Satan chuckled.

“Hush, y’all know I’m not a morning person.” MC gently whacked him before sitting down. “Really? Normally you’re up around the time I get up, which is soon after Lucifer.” Satan said. “Lucifer isn’t a morning demon too, or have none of you realized that?” MC asked.

“How the hell do you know?” Asmodeus asked. “Have you noticed how irritable Lucifer is in the mornings?” MC asked, they grabbed a plate and slapped a couple pancakes on them. “You really like testing your luck MC.” Lucifer said as he was sitting at the front of the table.

“You think I didn’t know you were there?” MC asked. “MC is always living life on the edge.” Mammon laughed. “Mammon…” Lucifer glared at him. Mammon shut up. “See, grumpy non-morning demon.” MC teased as they took a bite of their pancakes.

Lucifer sighed, “I’m not awake enough for this.”. “Probably because you stay up all night doing unnecessary paperwork that isn’t due till next month.” MC said. “MC, you’re on thin ice.” Lucifer said. “I’m always on thin ice, are you just now noticing?” MC asked.

Lucifer stood, Mammon quickly grabbed the human. “We need to hurry to class-!” Mammon said pulling MC with them. “Class isn’t for another hour and I didn’t finish breakfast.” MC said. “We can eat breakfast in the café!” Mammon said quickly getting them out of the HOL.

“I completely forgot you’re a smartass in the morning sometimes.” Mammon chuckled. MC shrugged, they didn’t really care at this point. “Come on, let’s get to RAD since we’re already heading there.” MC said.

“We can eat breakfast at the cafè there. I heard they were making some good chocolate madame scream pancakes.” Mammon smiled while walking alongside MC. “Nah, I’ll head to class.” MC declined. “Hm? But you barely got ta eat breakfast.” Mammon questioned.

“Not really hungry anymore.” MC said, shrugging it off like it was nothing. “If ya don’t eat then you’re gonna pass out in class then Lucifer’s gonna get pissed.” Mammon said. “I’ll be fine, I did this a lot in high school.” MC said.

Mammon pouted a bit before waving it off, “Fine, I’ll see ya in class then MC.”. Once they got to RAD they split ways.

– –

“MC! Dinner’s done.” Satan called for them. They were sitting at their desk working on their History homework. Satan opened their door, “Hey, you coming to eat?” Satan asked. “Not hungry.” MC said, barely looked up from their homework.

“You didn’t eat lunch, and Mammon said you only ate a bit of breakfast. Don’t tell me you’re not hungry.” Satan said. MC shrugged, “I just haven’t had an appetite today.”. Satan frowned, “K…” Was all he muttered before leaving, finding it a bit suspicious.

— —

Day 3: 8/10; Loss of Focus

“Oiiiii, MC?” Mammon snapped his tan fingers in front of their face. MC looked up at him. “This is the 4th time you’ve lost focus since we started studying 30 minutes ago.” Lucifer sighed, rubbing his head. “This subject is just really boring, ok?”MC grumbled looking back at their textbook.

“It might be for some, but if you, and Mammon, fail this next test you’re failing the entire class.” Lucifer stated. “Bad news for Mammon, but why do I have to? I’m literally just an exchange student. It’s not like I’m going to use this information in the Human World am I?” MC asked.

“Fair point…” Lucifer sighed. “Just study enough to get a somewhat passing grade, a 40% will be sufficient.” Lucifer said. “Then I’ll be fine.” MC shrugged, “You barely got a 25% on your last test.” Mammon said. “You didn’t even get a 10% percent Mammon.” MC retorted.

“Enough, just both of you get back to studying.” Lucifer said with a heavy sigh. MC looked back at their textbook, and they seemed to lose concentration again after 5 minutes. Lucifer sighed before grabbing a notebook and whacking them upside the head.

“OW! What the hell!?” MC grumbled, rubbing their head. “Did you sleep last night?” Lucifer asked. “Of course I did. You even had to drag me out of bed this morning.” MC answered.

“Then why are you acting like you didn’t get any and keep dazing off?” Lucifer asked. MC shrugged, “I already told you.”. Lucifer sighed, before grabbing a packet of paper and slapping it in front of MC.

“If you can’t focus on reading then read and answer these questions, you don’t have to finish them all.” Lucifer said, seeing that this may be a compromise.

It worked…

For a solid 30 minutes.

MC couldn’t seem to keep their focus anymore. Lucifer and Mammon both found this oddly strange, normally MC was someone to focus on anything even if boring, normally how they kept up with Levi’s anime info drops.

– –

It only got worse throughout the day. They even lost focus during a conversation with Diavolo. Lost focus when eating dinner. Was even watching one of their favorite movies, lost focus 10 minutes in. Reading a book with Satan, no focus.

None of the demons knew what was making them lose focus. They could only assume they were tired, or it was just a weird human thing.

But Solomon said it wasn’t.

— —

Day 4: 7/10 ; Light Fever

“MC, you have a fever of 101 degrees.” Mammon said as he took the thermometer out of their mouth. MC hummed, “I’ll tell Lucifer, go ahead and stay in bed.” Mammon said. “K.” Was their only answer before laying down onto their bed and pulling the comforter over them.

Mammon walked out of their room, 15 minutes later he brought a bowl of cold water and a towel. Soaking it he placed it on MC’s head. MC grumbled before opening their eyes once more. 

“It’s just a towel to help with the fever.” Mammon stated. MC only hummed before closing their eyes again. Mammon changed the towel every 10 minutes while making sure the water stayed cold. Mammon was only thinking about what was going on.

First it was loss of appetite, then a loss of focus, then a fever. Were they that sick? Were they not taking care of themselves? Mammon wanted to ask these questions, but he already knew the answers.

Yes, they were sick. Yes, they were taking care of themselves. Mammon knew because he was with them and they forced each other to take care of themselves more. Mammon frowned as he wanted to figure out what was wrong.

‘Hopefully… It’s just a cold.’ was all the demon was thinking. He knew nothing of human illnesses, then his mind snapped to someone. Solomon! If anyone, another human would know right?

He would have to wait until RAD ended for the day. He would miss the student council meeting, but Lucifer said he would oversee Mammon got informed once they got home. 

MC was asleep for a few hours until they woke up, their e/c colored eyes looked at Mammon. “What are you still doing here?” MC asked, their voice a bit hoarse. “Taking care of you, if I don’t one of my brothers will.” Mammon said.

MC went to push themselves up, but Mammon placed his hand on their chest. “Lay back down, you don’t need to get up.” Mammon said. MC sighed, but followed his instruction. They laid flat on their back taking a few heavy and hot breaths.

“Imma ask Solomon later ta look over ya. Just to find out what's going on with ya.” Mammon said. “Cool.” MC muttered, they seemed to be dozing off again. “Just go ta sleep, no need for ya to be awake right now.” Mammon said quietly.

The fever lasted the entire day, went away during the night, but came back harder the next day.

— —

Day 5: 6/10; Harsh Cough

“MC!” Beel said a bit worried when he came to bring them some breakfast the next morning. They were hunched over with a harsh, loud, and rough cough. He had set the tray down and patted MC’s back, trying to help against the cough.

They finally stopped coughing after a minute, but were breathing heavily as they removed their hand from their mouth. A bit of mucus seemed to be on it. “MC? Are you ok? Do you need some water?” Beel asked. Mammon had rushed soon after. “Hey! What happened?” Mammon asked quickly.

“Water please…” MC muttered, they didn’t look up and grabbed a tissue to wipe the mucus from their hand and the little lips. Beel nodded and quickly left to grab some for them. Mammon took Beel’s place quickly, his tan hand gently rubbed in between their shoulder blades.

Beel came back with a cup of water holding it out to MC, they took it and took small sips of it. “Are ya going to be ok?” Mammon asked, MC only hummed. “Not sure.” They answered as they sat there on their bed.

“Mammon.” Lucifer stepped into the room. “We gotta get to class, let’s go.” He said. “I wanna stay with MC. Their fevers back and their coughing.” Mammon said. “I’ll stay with them, you need to get to class I can’t cover for you today.” Lucifer said.

“Lucifer, I can always make up later.” Mammon said. “I know, it’s just to get you a breather to keep you from panicking about how sick they’re getting. Now, go. You can stick back by their side when you get home.” Lucifer said.

Mammon didn’t move until he got a small 2 taps on his hand from MC. “It’s ok Mammon.” They said with a weak smile. Mammon frowned, but stood. “I’ll be back as soon as possible.” He said before leaving.

Lucifer sighed, “At least he listens to you, or it’s the fact he doesn’t want you using your pact.” Lucifer said. MC sighed as they leaned back, “I asked Solomon to come by during his lunch period.” Lucifer said.

“I’m surprised you even talked to him.” MC muttered before letting out a rough cough. “I put up with it, For you and Mammon.” Lucifer said, crossing his arms. “You need to get looked over and Mammon’s been freaking out about how sick you’ve been getting in the matter of days.”.

“Yeah, I know. I’m starting to get more worried about him than about me.” MC said, they weren’t able to speak more before another harsh cough came from their throat. Lucifer was by their side rubbing their back. It took about 4 minutes until it stopped.

– –

It was like that for most of the day, Solomon came during his lunch period via teleportation magic. Lucifer stood in the door frame as Solomon was using his magic to check MC over, who was currently sleeping.

He had a frown on his lips as he stood dropping his hand. He shook his head, “I’ve never seen anything like this. I don’t know what it is, Sorry Lucifer.” Solomon said. Lucifer sighed, he rubbed his temple, ‘How the hell am I gonna be telling Mammon this?’ Lucifer thought.

“All I can say though, is that it’s fast progressing.” Solomon stated. “That’s it?” Lucifer asked. Solomon nodded. “That means if it’s a deadly illness, it could take them within days.”. Lucifer froze, his lips pushed together.

“Could you try and find anything out?” Lucifer asked. “I could try, but if it’s something I’m not even aware of then it could be seriously rare. And I don’t even know if it’s a human disease or a Devildom one.” Solomon sighed.

“If so, then research could take days to weeks. Not even saying if it doesn’t have a cure.”. Lucifer put his hand up, “I got it, I got it.” Lucifer frowned. “I’ll get going do you want me to tell-” “I’ll tell Mammon when he gets home. I sent him to school to try and get him to chill out.” Lucifer said.

“I don’t want him to worry.” “He already is Lucifer, he’s been anxious since this morning and it’s only getting worse.” Solomon said. Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Just don’t say anything.” Lucifer said. “Fine.” Solomon said before leaving. “I’ll try to look into it. Don’t keep your hopes high.”.

Day 6: 5/10; Blindness

“I’m not going! I went yesterday and it didn’t help!” Mammon yelled at Lucifer, which was something he never did unless he wanted to get strung up, but Lucifer didn’t react. “Fine, I’m not fighting with you.” Lucifer gave up, which surprised the other brothers.

“Go check on them, half an hour ago they lost their breath, so go check on them.” Lucifer said. Mammon went straight to their room, a quick step in his stride. “Did you talk to Solomon?” Asmodeus asked. “He said he doesn’t know what it is.” Lucifer answered. “It’s fast progressing and if it’s deadly, it could take them in days.”.

Lucifer seemed a bit shaky, after those words all the brothers seemed to be upset. “Hopefully they’ll make it through it, they’re strong right?” Asmodeus said. Lucifer just walked out of the room with no answer, he had been like that since yesterday.

– –

MC was laying on their side on their bed, having a failed attempt of taking deep breaths. Mammon sat next to them gently rubbing their back and neck, hoping it would help in any way. MC glanced back at him weakly, “Mammon?” MC questioned. “Yeah, it’s me.” Mammon said they just looked at him but questioned if it was him.

MC looked forward again, or it seemed that way. But Mammon could see their right eye seemed a bit clouded. “MC?” Mammon asked. They only hummed. Mammon frowned, he hated seeing them like this, it only broke his heart more to know it could lead to inevitable death.

MC seemed to have fallen asleep as they caught their breath again. Mammon just stayed there, he saw them move and he moved a bit to lay their head on his lap. His tan fingers gently went through the sweaty strands of hair on their head.

“Please… Make it through this. I can’t lose you a second time knowing I can’t do anything.” Mammon muttered, his eyes watered before he wiped them away. “Mammon.” Satan opened the door to MC’s room. “What?” Mammon answered.

“How are they doing?” Satan asked. “I think they got ‘nother symptom.” Mammon said. “What?” “Their eyes were clouded, and they seemed like they couldn’t see me.” Mammon said. “Blindness.” Satan muttered. “Their fever is still high too.” Mammon said, his hand only gently touched MC’s cheek.

It was radiating heat off of it and they seemed a bit flushed. “When was the last time their temperature was checked?” Satan asked. “Not sure.” Mammon said, “I’ll wait until they’re awake till I check it again.”.

Satan nodded, he looked at his older brother. He had never seen Mammon look so upset before. Not even after everything. Satan looked away, “I’ll leave you be.” Satan said. He didn’t know what else to do. “You can stay if ya like Satan, I know yer worried about ‘em too.” Mammon said.

Satan glanced back at him, before nodding, he took a seat on the booth like couch. His green eyes watched as Mammon only gently moved the strands of hair from MC’s face, occasionally replacing the towel on their head, not like it was helping much.

After 15 minutes MC had woken up once more. Their eyes looked up at Mammon, but there didn’t seem to be any resemblance. “Ya can’t see me can ya?” Mammon asked. “Everything, it's blurry or really dark.” MC answered. Mammon didn’t like it, but he was a bit relieved that MC couldn’t see the pained look on his face.

MC only lightly chuckles then a cough. “Never thought about the day I would go blind, it’s weird, but everything is dark. But everything else seems to be alive around me.”. Mammon only pathetically let a small laugh out. “How can ya be joking at a time like this?” He asked.

“Just trying to make you laugh, even if I can’t see your face I can tell you’re upset. Our pact remember?” MC said, after a moment Mammon felt a weak connection through the pact they shared. “I know, Satan’s in the room too.” Mammon said.

“He is? He’s been silent.” MC moved their head despite not being able to see. But, their head turned in the right direction with Mammon’s guidance. Satan only sighed, “That’s like you MC, trying to lighten the mood during rough times.” he only gave a small smile.

There only seemed to be some small talk before MC dozed off again for the rest of the night.

— —

Day 7: 4/10; Vomiting

Mammon held the small trash can as what little was in MC’s system came up. It started in the early morning and since then it’s been on and off vomiting. Mammon was now even more worried. One question that he kept trying to push away since yesterday came back,

How much longer do they have?

It now came back as he rubbed their back gently. They were already 10 shades paler, lost too much weight and now whatever they could even eat or drink was coming back up. Making it where they couldn’t eat or drink much now.

It only made them weaker, to the point where MC could barely keep their eyes open or even speak. Mammon was on the verge of a breakdown, he barely even left their room, didn’t go to school, barely ate, barely talked to anyone besides when they talked to him first.

His entire priority was the human right next to him, he wasn’t going to leave them be. Not like any of his brothers would allow it. After MC lifted their head up weakly, Mammon made sure they laid down. MC had closed their eyes, but they seemed to be still awake. 

“Mammon…” It was quiet and weak, but the demon could still make it out. He gently touched them to let them know he was there. “‘M right here. “M not going anywhere.” He assured them. “Why?” MC asked, their eyes looked at him, but they couldn’t see him.

“Because I love ya. ‘M not gonna leave ya, never.” Mammon said. MC’s eyelids lowered a bit. “Even though you know I’m going to day in only a few days.” They said.

“‘M staying, even if it’s only for a few more days.” Mammon said, it was the first time he said that, his mind came to realization that MC really only had a few days. His eyes watered and a few tears escaped his eyes.

“Mammon, don’t cry.” MC said, one dropped onto them. A weak, thin hand touched Mammon’s tan cheek. “How can I not?” Mammon felt their hand start to drop and he gently caught it holding up onto his cheek.

“Knowing that I’m going to lose you soon. How can I not cry?” Mammon questioned, but he didn’t expect an answer. Mammon saw they were out like a light. Mammon only gave a sad smile before setting their hand down onto the mattress.

“I’ll be here until you go.” He muttered.

— —

Day 8: 3/10; Coughing Blood

“MC!” Mammon quickly rushed to their side as he saw the blood drip from their mouth onto their comforter. Mammon panicked as he made them look at him. Their eyes were vacant, their body thin and frail, their lips cracked and covered with blood.

Mammon grabbed a tissue from their bedside and wiped the blood. But the harsh coughing only caused more to come out of their mouth. Mammon was frozen in place as he didn’t know what to do or how to help.

With his hand near the drop zone he could feel the warm blood on his tan fingertips. He just sat there until they stopped coughing. “MC…” Mammon muttered as he moved the bloody tissue to try and wipe some of it off of her face.

Tears rolled down his face as he wiped theirs. This was another sign to show their time was coming. MC didn’t speak, they weren't able to, their throat was so torn up they couldn’t.

MC laid down on their pillow, their eyes closed. Mammon sat there next to their bed, his hand still red with MC’s blood. His mind kept flashing back to that horrid scene.

MC’s cooling body, their bleeding wounds. Their vacant eyes. It was all too familiar to him and it was making him feel horrible. Just like before, Mammon could do nothing, but stand on the sideline watching them.

— —

Day 9: 2/10; Coma

“MC?” Mammon gently shook them, being gentle. They hadn’t woken up, nor were they responding to anything. Mammon panicked, placing his fingers against their neck.

There was a faint pulse.

Mammon bit his lip as it quivered, was this the final straw? Was this giving them a bit of painless peace before their final breath? Mammon cried as he took their frail hand. His mouth was shaky as he let his words leave his lips.

“Is this your punishment for rebelling Father? Taking them away? I don’t care what you do to me, but please… please father… Don’t take them away.” Mammon prayed, pleading with the Father he used to look up to.

But, his father. Would not hear his pleas, would not answer them. He knew that, after all, he's his fallen child. His disappointment. What would he have expected, his father to listen and answer his pleas? If only that was true.

Lucifer was standing at the door, the white-haired demon did not see him. Lucifer frowned, he hated seeing his brother look so much in pain. Lucifer moved and gently put his arms around his brother.

Mammon didn’t react, his eyes were squeezed shut, tears making trails down onto his face. “I’m so sorry Mammon.” Lucifer said in a hushed tone. The raven just hugged Mammon until he saw Mammon hunch over.

He fell asleep crying, Lucifer wasn’t surprised. Mammon hasn’t gotten much sleep, he refused too. Lucifer got Mammon’s hand to let go of MC’s hand as he made sure Mammon laid down onto the couch in MC’s room. He grabbed a blanket from their closet and threw it over Mammon.

Lucifer sat next to MC in case they woke up, he let Mammon sleep, he needed it. Lucifer sighed, he didn’t know what to do. He did know he had to be there for Mammon when they finally went. Lucifer looked at his brother, he knew out of everyone of the brothers.

Mammon would be the one grieving the most. 

Day 10: 1/10; Final Breath

Mammon had woken up early the next morning, he stuck himself right by the human’s side. He held their hand, but it was feeling oddly cool. Mammon was watching their chest rise and fall slowly.

It was like that for a bit, he watched their chest, but around 5:17am it stopped. Mammon held onto their hand, it was cool but there was still a little warmth. Mammon stood and he moved one of his hands to touch their neck.

No pulse

He put his finger under their nose and in front of their mouth.

No air

Mammon felt his chest get heavy and his legs felt weak. His mind only flooded with one thing.

MC’s gone.

It was so silent in the room it could hardly tell if Mammon himself was breathing. Shaky sobs soon filled the room as he held onto their hand tightly. As the hours passed until each of the brothers woke up Mammon sat there.

He felt as their body cooled more and more during those hours. He didn’t want to let go yet. He didn’t want to let go of his human yet. The human he grew to love and trust. The one he would give his life for.

But, now he can’t. Because they’re gone. Mammon was quiet, his blue eyes low. Lucifer was the first to come in, he tried to talk to Mammon before he saw that MC was dead. He froze before leaving, he saw Mammon wasn’t ready to let go and he wasn’t going to force him either.

By late afternoon all of the brothers knew. The HOL was quiet and filled with despair. Noone talked, no one moved, all most did was cry.

Mammon, he sat there next to MC for hours. He didn’t eat, drink, or sleep. All he did was cry silently. None of the brothers tried to get him to either.

– –

It took a total of 3 days until they were allowed to take MC’s body. Mammon locked himself in his room, Beel or Lucifer had to get Mammon to eat and even then he ate very little.

They gave Mammon space, but did come to comfort him. Lucifer sat with him on his bed and pulled him into his chest. He would try to get him to eat, sometimes bringing him something to eat or he would try to feed him himself.

Leviathan brought some of his plushies for Mammon, and sometimes he hugged him and laid with him. He tried to do everything he could possibly think of to help Mammon.

Satan stayed with Mammon the most, either sitting with him. Letting Mammon cry on his shoulder, most of the time he would even do Mammon’s homework for him during his online classes.

Asmodeus would try to pamper Mammon every chance he got, he would even burn incense in his room to help Mammon get a better sleep.

Beelzebub was feeding Mammon most of the time besides Lucifer, he would even give Mammon hugs or just let Mammon cry into his younger brother. Beelzebub would always be there when Mammon needed someone, he barely left Mammon’s side unless another brother came.

Belphegor was always with Mammon within the night. Especially when he was sleeping. Due to Belphie’s power he could change dreams and such. He would make sure Mammon always had good dreams instead of bad nightmares. He even made Mammon sleep when he refused to fall asleep.

– –

Mammon was dozing off with Belphegor next to him. When he fell into a deep sleep his eyes opened where it was bright. He covered them for a moment until his eyes adjusted.

He looked around until he saw a familiar face. He shot up and quickly, while stumbling, ran over to the human. “MC!” He said while crying. He hugged them tightly like he was going to lose them if he let go for a moment.

He felt two arms wrap around him. They felt so real. “Mammon, it’s ok.” MC said, their voice light and feathery. “How is it ok? Yer gone.” Mammon said. “I’m not in any pain anymore am I?” MC asked. “Don’t worry, I’ll always be watching over you guys like Lilith.” MC said.

“So even if it feels like I’m not there, I’m still there, you just can’t see me.” MC said, a smile on their face. Mammon was still crying, “Promise?” Mammon asked. “Promise you’ll always be watching over us.”.

“I promise.” MC smiled, they gently put their hand on his tan cheek. “Take care of yourself for me, take care of your brothers. You’ll be grieving for a while, but don’t grieve your life away.” MC said.

Mammon nodded, “I gotta go now ok?” MC smiled, letting go of him. “Do you really?” Mammon asked. “Yeah, don’t worry. I’ll find a way to visit again soon.” MC smiled before they started disappearing again. “Bye bye for now Mammon.” they said before fully disappearing.

Mammon dropped crying, “I miss you. I really do.” he muttered.

His eyes opened up to see Belphegor shaking him a bit. “Mammon?” He said, a bit happy he finally woke up. “You ok?” Belphie asked. Mammon nodded, a smile on his lips. Something that hasn’t come back in a while.

“I just had a great dream, a really happy one.” Mammon smiled as he wiped his eyes. “At least I know MC is watching over us. They even said they would come and visit me from time to time.” Mammon laughed lightly.

“I really hope that wasn’t a dream and something real.”.

Belphie smiled shakily, “Well, at least if you’re feeling a bit better.” he said.

— —

It took years until Mammon healed enough to try and get back to his old life, but MC always was on his mind. He was always happy when they visited his dreams. The other brothers were healing slowly too, but it was going to take a while. Just like it had with Lilith.

Mammon was in his room listening to his radio when he heard a song flow through his headphones. One of the lyrics made him think of MC.

I close my eyes and the memories flood inside my headHow could I miss what was right thereThe party was bright, saw you there in the distanceDevilish smile and those starry eyes, I should've knownYou’d leave and I’d be all alone.

Mammon smiled and laughed lightly. He really didn’t think simple song lyrics would make memories of his human flood his mind. “You really did leave me alone didn’t ya MC..”

[zephyrchama]

Mammon stares down at his youngest brother snoozing away on your lap. Belphegor has made himself at home with your thigh as a makeshift pillow. It’s far from the first time this has happened, and very unlikely to be the last. Any more, he just walks over and does it, falling asleep within moments without even asking. He’ll wake up if you try to stand. As long as you can still study, read, or scroll your D.D.D., it’s usually not too bothersome and easier to let Belphegor do what he wants.

The scowl on Mammon’s face says otherwise. “Ya really gonna let him walk, err, sleep all over you like that? How many time’s he done that this week?” He tisks and stomps his foot, looming over you with crossed arms. “Belphie, wake your ass up! Yer big bro has a bone to pick with you!”

You feel a warm exhalation on your leg. Belphegor seems to be sighing, but doesn’t bother opening his eyes or acknowledging Mammon in any other way, much to the elder’s chagrin.

“Push him off!” Mammon insists.

“I’m flattered you think I’m strong enough to push a full grown demon off of me,” you admit, lightly ruffling Belphegor’s hair. “But, no. I’m not.”

“Don’t encourage ‘im!” Mammon grabs Belphegor by the collar.

At this provocation, the youngest curls an arm under your thigh and nudges his nose into the fabric of your clothes. He refuses to budge. “They don’t mind it, so just leave us alone.” Belphegor’s muffled voice sounds tired and annoyed.

“Belphie, let go! Ugh, use your pact!” Mammon literally growls. “Don’t coddle this jerk, you spoil him too much!”

“Don’t yell at me about it! I’m just sitting here!” you pout. ”And Belphie, watch where you’re grabbing.” It’s not your fault these guys go crazy over you. “Pact orders are painful for you guys, yeah? I don’t want to go through all that trouble. I’m still learning how to control the magic and it’s not worth it right now.”

“Hah? You kiddin’ me?” Mammon taps his foot and gnashes his teeth as Belphegor gives him the cold shoulder. “Fine then. Be that way.”

He goes to walk away, but abruptly turns back and returns. It’s evident when Mammon gets a new idea into his head. You can practically see the light bulb pop up over his head as he dons a cheeky grin.

“Spread your legs for me,” he demands.

“What?” Now you’re staring at him, disbelief etched into your features. You knew Mammon had the occasional lewd thought but even for him this was brazen. Maybe his brothers are right and he’s finally lost it.

“Spread your legs for the Great Mammon! C’mon!”

Belphegor snorts and turns his head ever so slightly, just enough to give his dumb older brother the evil eye. Mammon is tired of waiting and seizes his chance to yank your knees apart. By your own admission, you can’t fight the strength of a full grown demon.

“You’ve got two legs, there’s plenty a room for two demons here.” There isn’t exactly much space, but Mammon lays his head back on your thigh and grins up at you, bumping his noggin against Belphegor in the process.

Ah. You realize this was his goal and Mammon was just being too stubborn to come out and say it.

Your face grew hot. It felt weird to manspread with two doting demons on your legs. “You really could have phrased that better.”

“Whatddya mean?”

You sigh. “Think about it.”

Belphegor exhales again, probably laughing under his breath this time as he re-adjusts his arm to a cozier position.

Mammon is content just to admire you from below until he connects the dots, and a deep red blush spreads across his face. He turns, winding his arms around your back to better hide his face in the folds of your shirt.

He closes his eyes against you, his nose brushing against your side. “I don’ wanna think ‘bout anything. I work too hard, just lemme rest here a while.”

You allow it, ruffling his hair knowing full well you coddle both of them too much.

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

MC meets their male version!

#2

Story list

MC: hey are you-

M!MC: hungry? Yes.

Beel: ...you two can have my chips. *Pass them chips*

M!MC: thank you beelie!

Beel: *sparkly eyes at male MC*

M!MC: wow you have good tiddies in male form too!!

Beel: ...

MC:

MC: hey....what do you mean by...male form??

M!MC: oh well they are female in my universe. *Munchs on

chips*

MC:

MC: all of them?

M!MC: mhm

MC:

MC: *eyes starts to twinkle*

MC: ......ehuehueheueheu

M!MC: I can basically hear your thoughts you know.

MC: ..boobs,boobs everywhere....

Lucifer: I am not feeling good about this....

[another-lost-mc]

a/n: the younger brothers and dateables will be coming later, I didn't want this post to get too long.

size kink feat. the older brothers

nsfw (suggestive and explicit) | 1.5k words | gn!reader

content warnings: implied short reader and size/strength kink (is that a thing? it is now.) slight predator/prey kink and demon form mentioned (lucifer); ab riding/face sitting/reader on top (mammon); being a perv, blowjobs (levi).

LUCIFER

realization

Lucifer really notices your height—or lack thereof—the first time you stand up against him. You cross your arms over your chest and glare at him in defiance, voice raised in defense of his troublesome siblings and arguing against the punishment he decided for them. He always wondered how long it would take for you to finally break through that passive shell of yours. It's lovely to finally feel some pride radiating from you too, and it makes you even more enticing. Unfortunately, he'll have to savor this moment later—he still has an image to uphold, and he's not going to be dressed down publicly by someone so small. He meets your anger with his own authoritative stubbornness, a clash of wills that will inevitably end in your surrender like all your other disagreements with him in the past. He bends at the waist so that his face is directly in front of yours, your noses nearly brushing as he smirks.

"Care to repeat that for me one more time? I couldn't hear you all the way down here."

nsfw

Some nights when Lucifer takes you to bed, he scoops you into his arms and carries you over the threshold to his room while you melt against his chest. Other nights you skirt out of his gasp and dart away, teasing him with a little thrill of the hunt. Your playful taunts echo in the halls and lust surges through the blood that pumps in his veins. All he has to do is follow your scent and you're his. It doesn't matter how much of a head start he gives you because the chase ends the same way every time: being lifted into his arms and tossed on his oversized bed. You bounce on the mattress and barely have time to catch your breath before he's suddenly on top of you and caging you underneath him. His hands fist the sheets on either side of your head and his facial features blur when he leans down, eager to capture your lips as his hard-earned prize. Once he's peeled away your clothes—or ripped them off, depending on how long you teased him with your little game—he can finally smother your soft, naked body with his own. He positions you whatever way he likes: easily raising your hips to meet his steady thrusts, or pushing back on your thighs when he folds you in half and buries himself even deeper in the soft, tight heat of your body. His raven-black wings unfurl at his back and block everything else from sight. The feathers twitch with pleasure and brush against the sides of your body. You're completely enveloped by him—all you can see in the dark canopy of his embrace is his smoldering ruby eyes and his lips curling around the shape of your name when he comes.

MAMMON

realization

Mammon is used to running away from things: his problems, his debt collectors, Lucifer. He's fast and slippery and hard to catch. When you become his unofficial partner in crime, he expects you might have some trouble keeping up—you're only human, after all—but damn, can't you run just a bit faster? When you both stop to catch your breath, or rather when he stops so you can catch your breath, you complain about his long legs and demonic stamina, blah blah blah. He knew you were short, but are you that much shorter than him? You lean against the wall for support while you wait for the burning in your lungs and legs to ease up, completely oblivious to the way his eyes rake up and down your body. He glances at his hands and back to your legs. Y'know, I bet I could wrap my whole hand around those thighs, and—

nsfw

Mammon feels like he's giving control to someone else when he takes you to bed. You hold so much wicked power over him, and the fact that you're so much smaller makes the sensation even more intoxicating. You squirm nervously in his lap while his eyes rake over your bare skin and he licks his lips. It's so fuckin' hot for both of you because he gives you this power freely. You can tease him with kisses and grind slowly against his hips, or you can bounce on his cock while you chase your own pleasure and deny him his. Both of you know that within a blink of an eye, he could easily flip you over and fold you in half before he fucks you senseless, or he could put you on your knees and push your shoulders to the mattress for an even deeper angle when he buries himself to the hilt. He could do that if he wanted to, but for now, he can be patient. He strokes between your legs with his thick fingers and stretches you open while you straddle his abs and try not to smear yourself all over his tummy. Maybe if your scent drives him crazy, he'll curl his hands around your thighs and drag you up his body 'til his tongue can flick against your entrance. There's nothing sweeter than the way you whimper his name and tangle your fingers in his hair while he sucks greedily at the slick arousal between your legs. Each tug on his hair makes his cock ache and his resolve starts to splinter. Maybe you're not the one in control, after all.

LEVIATHAN

realization

Levi likes the feeling of your body leaning against his when you sit next to each other on the sofa in his room. It's not convenient for gaming—your elbows bump each other and it messes up the controls something fierce—but for watching movies or anime? He doesn't call it cuddling but that's basically what this is. He drapes one of his favourite blankets over both your laps and sometimes there's a bowl of popcorn between you, or you pass a box of candy back and forth to each other. Your head rests against his shoulder and sometimes when he turns towards you, his chin grazes over the top of your head. If you squirm a bit to readjust yourself, he looks over and just happens to peek down the gap of your shirt. He glances away while his face burns bright red because he didn't mean to. Now that he knows how easy it is, it gets harder and harder not to look at the bare glimpses of skin you inadvertently put on display for him. He feels bad and just a little dirty, but he can't help it. He couldn't resist your charms before, why should he try to deny the temptation now? So what if he spends the rest of the movie imagining you in other less-than-innocent ways—he's seen this movie plenty of times. You won't even know he wasn't paying attention, and he can get away with letting his fantasies run wild while you cuddle beside him unaware.

nsfw

Sometimes it's hard to get Levi's attention if he's busy playing games or if he's engrossed in a movie he really enjoys. If one more boss fight turns into two more boss fights, or even three, it's not your fault if you have to resort to dirty tactics. He usually spreads his legs wide when he's at his desk or on his sofa—it's comfortable, and he's used to being selfish with his space and not considering whether his guests need leg room too. It's so convenient that nothing turns him on more than the sight of you sinking to your knees and shuffling between his legs. You look so small kneeling at his feet, and your hands can barely wrap around his cock when you pull it free from the tight confines of his pants and guide the tip into your mouth. You lick over the slit and lap up the pearly beads of precum before sliding your lips down inch by inch. It's the perfect combination of slick heat and tight pressure that makes him dizzy, and you can almost feel the deep, rumbling groan that reverberates in his chest. Each time you bob your head, he pants a little faster and his whines sound a little more desperate—your spit dribbles down his shaft and it eases the glide. It sounds so lewd and hot when you hollow your cheeks and suck on the tip before swallowing him back down. Sometimes his hips jerk up when you flick your tongue just right; you can't fit him all into your mouth and you choke a little when his cock hits the back of your throat. He feels bad because he likes it when you sputter around him, and it's not much longer before he's whimpering your name and spilling his release into your mouth. If he's really lucky, you won't be able to swallow it all and he can watch his cum smear across your mouth and drip slowly down your chin.

[luxthestrange]

Incorrect quotes#870 Mams Hates snow

Mam: hold on, where did ya freckles go?

Mc: oh, they fade during the winter

*20 minutes later*

Mam*In his demon form, punching the snow* Give. treasure. their. freckles. back. you. stupid. bitch.

[slutifer]

Solomon: mc isn’t feeling well, so how ‘bout i take over their cooking duty tonight?

Lucifer: is that a fuckin’ threat

[temis-de-leon]

Pick me girls and OM! Brothers - Part 1

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon and Levi (x reader, separately)

Part 2 - Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie (x reader, separately)

Part 3 - Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon (x reader, separately)

Masterlist

CW: pick me girl behavior, suggestive, mentions of sex between the brothers and mc, mentions of violence, a bit of magic, mentions of cheating (not actual cheating), mammon and mc taking a shower together, jealous mc, some fluff, some hurt, some comfort, kinda ooc but i had so much fun with this

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Lucifer

Wherever you went, rumor followed. Haven't you heard? The mighty Lord of Pride has a significant other. Who could it be? Maybe the prince or his butler? Both of them? Or perhaps it was just some random demon? Surely not the human... right?

"Of course not!" said the witch, surrounded by both curious and jealous nobles.

You weren't in the balcony, but you could still hear the conversation in your spot near the open door. You could also hear the gasps and the murmurs. It was ridiculous.

What to do next? You could interrupt the gossip and make your relationship public; after all, it was only a matter of time before someone spotted you both in Ristorante Six or an empty hallway in RAD.

Ignoring them was the better option, however. No words sounded aggressive and yet polite enough to get the witch to shut up without making a scene. Plus, Lucifer was looking exquisitely fine that night. His wings did wonders to his appearance.

"Then who?" the voices asked while you walked away towards your boyfriend.

"Well, I wasn't supposed to say anything..."

Oh no she did not.

"But we're just so in love"

I'll be damned, you thought. She did.

The wrath you felt was primal and it provoked a worried glance from Satan, who was chatting with one of his many contacts in the other side of the ballroom.

You wanted to make an entrance, a dramatic one, but you could only watch as the witch talked and talked about her supposed first date with Lucifer, their first kiss, their first time, his performance in bed (which... No. She was so wrong about that one).

Finally, you opened your mouth.

"You don't say?"

But that wasn't your voice.

Beside you stood Lucifer in all his glory, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes and a hand hugging your waist. The floor trembled under your feet as he walked and, if it wasn't for his tight grip, the magic induced vertigo would've send you to the ground.

You could tell he was trying not to harm you too much, but the group in the balcony wasn't so lucky. All of them were on their knees and some even coughing blood.

"Do tell all your stories tonight, by dawn you'll have no tongue to keep lying"

The witch had tears in her eyes, too focused on her own pain to be aware of her surroundings or his words. Was he being serious? You wanted to ask what would really happen to that woman, but Lucifer was always two steps ahead.

He cradled your face and kissed you, slowly yet firm. His cold skin felt good against yours, already blushing under his half lidded eyes.

"Dance with me?" he asked, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb.

Damn, did he know how to distract you.

Mammon

"You're dating the Great Mammon!" he'd said with his characteristic smile, both of you eating ramen in your bed while watching bad romcoms "That's something to be stoked about! You need to tell everyone about it!"

Of course, that translated to: please, please, please, I need people to know that I bagged YOU and YOU chose ME.

So, there you were, chatting with his makeup stylist and some other models while he posed in front of the camera. It was better than you expected, actually. You thought the fashion world in the Devildom would be full of self righteous assholes and insufferable divas, but you couldn't be more wrong.

Well, of course, there's always an exception.

There was a demoness in the other side of the studio, taking selfies with a pout in her lips and a fake, nauseating, innocence in her expression. She looked toxic from a mile away.

And yet, your boyfriend dated her for three months; three long and excruciating months, yes, but still. They'd dated.

And you were cool with that. So so cool with that. You were chill. A freezer, even. You loved Mammon and everyone and their mother could tell Mammon loved you. Everything was fine.

Except... well...

It was easy to forget the brothers were famous and popular bachelors, princes of hell, that, just like in every human monarchy, had fans to spare. People that would support them no matter what they did and no matter who they dated and people that would hate everyone they dated because... You don't really know why.

You just had some haters.

And this bitch was taking advantage of this, you knew it in your heart.

Rumors of Mammon cheating on you with one of his model coworkers had been there since the beginning of your relationship. It was something you just had to live with, one of the reasons the Avatar of Greed doted on you with everything he had.

Mammon loved you.

So why did you panick so much when he stood up in the underwear he was advertising, getting ready for the next picture, and the demoness took a selfie of her lips with his half naked body behind her?

"That whore" whispered another model behind you. You liked them.

But it was okay, you didn't mind. No, really. You didn't.

Except you did.

And so did Mammon.

"Oi!"

Everyone looked at him and you could swear his demon form was starting to show, blending with his siluette in blurred edges.

"Delete that"

She could've laughed at him, like everyone tended to do. She could've ignored him and tempt fate, but it was not a wise idea.

There was static in the air, black mist barely clouding your vision and a faint voice whispering in the back of your brain. The sound of feathers filled the room and soon crows started to surround the studio outside the window.

After a couple of sickening minutes, a loud pop settled the place back to normal and caused the birds to fly away.

The demoness gasped, letting her DDD fall to the ground like it burned her. Looking at her smoking hands, it probably did.

After that, everyone acted like nothing happened. You, however? Your whole body was buzzing, leaving you paralyzed with feelings you needed to explore in the future and making Mammon look at you with a knowing smile.

"...sick of those rumors..." he'd say hours later while he washed your hair in the shower "and you dumbass humans believe everything you see, even if it's stupid"

He'd wait until you were both in bed, ruminating about every little thing that happened back there before talking again.

"Because it's stupid, you know? I'd never cheat on ya. The Great Mammon would never do that to you. I mean, I'd never to that anyway, but specially not to you. Keep that in mind, human! You catched the best demon of all hell! Lucky you!"

Lucky me, he wanted to say instead.

You understood him anyways.

Leviathan

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu sent you a message!

.

.

You stared at the screen and the screen stared back at you.

Reading the user name physically hurt you and you'd lie if you said you weren't worried about it. Did you trust Levi? Yes, absolutely. Did you trust f3istyk1ttenuwu? Not really, no.

So (this time voluntarily), you opened the gates of hell.

It was the Devildom version of Discord, which was worrying enough, and the user's pfp showed a cute pinked hair girl with dainty horns and half of her boobs out.

With a frown and your heartbeat in your throat, you opened the chatroom.

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: r u lone?

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: did ur frend leef?

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: their a party pooper

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: didnt let u join the grp

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: :(

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: leviachsn?

.

Oh, heeeeell no.

First of all, it was leviachAn. Second, YOU were the only one who could call him THAT.

Ignoring the voice of reason, you checked the door before investigating the previous messages. Levi was in your room, retrieving your nightwear as punishment for not letting you win in Devil Kart YET AGAIN, so, knowing how flustered he got everytime he saw you in the Ruri Chan's inspired piyamas he got you for your birthday, you were sure you had another couple of minutes alone in his room.

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: thx 4 sving me !!

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: we shld team more

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: were zo good 2gether

wEre Zo gOoD 2gETheR

You couldn't help but mock her in the privacy of your mind. Did she think writing like a 10 year old was attractive? If so, what the fuck?

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: call? brke my pc & cn't fix it alone \(-o-)/

"Call a fucking tech" you whispered to yourself.

"Henry?"

Fuck.

You turned around like a deer in headlights. Levi's cheeks still wore a furious red, but he remained quiet at the door when he saw you snooping through his private conversations.

Fuck it, you thought after some uncomfortable seconds. If someone could understand jealousy, it would be him.

"Who's this girl?"

Levi frowned and got closer to you, leaning over your shoulder to see his computer, probably giving you the closeness he'd crave if he was in your place.

"Oh, I don't know" his final answer disappointed you "Some girl the others wanted in the party"

But why was she talking to him like that?

"And why is she talking to you like that?"

He shrugged his shoulders, knowing that both of you knew the answer. Then, he straightened like he had an epiphany, and looked at you with shining eyes and a smile too big for his face.

"Are you jealous, MC?"

Levi jumped in happiness before you could say anything, unable to truly express how happy he was upon his sin affecting you.

"My Henry is jealous!! Because of a yucky disgusting otaku like me!! This reminds me of that anime: 'Help?! My crush snooped through my pc and now they're jealous because someone else is flirting with me??'"

It was obvious by now you had nothing to worry about, so you let him be. You let him appreciate how much you loved him.

In the end, you had to shower his face in kisses to shut him up and, for great measure, you also changed into that extra large Ruri Chan t-shirt in front of him.

Hours later, both of you were sweating in the comfort of his bathtub and Levi was completely sure you fell asleep.

And if you saw how he offered himself to fix this girl's computer only to hack her camera and post her real face all around the internet, no you didn't.

Tagging them lovely people: @hello-gloomy @the-sassiest-toaster @hero-nii-blog @yourlocalyin

Hope you like it!

[hyperfixat]

How they show affection, demon brothers!

roughly ~700 words :3 side characters ver

Mammon bites.

Seeing how quickly Mammon took to you, he started showing affection around day three of knowing you, after forming your pact. At first you thought he was sniffing your hair, and maybe you needed new conditioner, but then you felt the graze of teeth on the lobe of your ear and a gentle bite.

You don’t react, save for a mild blush, and Mammon’s makes an oddly bird-like chiro, before pulling away from you.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“You bit me,” you acusse. It’s not like you’re mad, but knowing why might be nice.

“Stupid human, you’re imagining things,” and if you didn’t believe him from the tone of his voice the aggressive sunburnt red that eclipses his whole face shows he doesn’t mean it.

Satan headbutts.

It took a while for Satan to be affectionate with you, maybe shortly after the Lucifer slash London incident was when he first rammed his (thankfully horn-less) head into your arm. You thought he just bumped into you, maybe he stumbled and to spare him embarrassment, you didn’t mention it.

But then it happened again, this time he made eye contact with you before shoving his scalp into your chest. You melted.

Satan’s so sweet to you, for real for real.

Lucifer purrs.

Now don’t ask him or accuse him of purring because he will deny it, vehemently.

((The Avatar of Pride does not purr, don’t be ridiculous, MC. (Lying through his teeth.))

You only had the opportunity to hear it once in your first year at RAD, the night before you left, he had let you hold his head in your lap and bask in the warmth of your stomach and thighs in between the other activities you did that night.

Lucifer’s eyes has lidded and he gaze up at you with near heart shaped pupils, eyes nearly completely red, and a low rumble began in his chest.

At first you had thought he was growling and you did something wrong, but when you had stiffened up for a brief instance, Lucifer had snuggled his face deeper into your skin.

Asmodeus rattles.

You can’t see where it’s coming from, but it sounds like a baby rattle or the rattle of a snake.

“MC!” [aggressive rattling]

It was really confusing the first couple times and you had to eventually ask if there was a bug somewhere. Asmo, naturally, got offended, but as soon as you told him it was okay and you were just curious, he tells you it means he’s happy.

Cutie Patootie!!

Belphegor licks.

Belphie doesn’t give short little kitten licks, he gives long, drawn out licks across whatever he can access easiest (usually your neck or chest). His tongue is rough and tends to feel a bit scratchy against your skin and sometimes catches on your clothes.

The first time it happened was shortly after the attic incident, and you had thought you were alone in your bed and nearly had a heart attack when a lazy, oddly thick tongue went over your exposed forearm.

You, as one does when startled, screamed.

Belphie leans upward with a grumble, eyes alert though. “What’re you screamin’ about, MC?”

Beelzebub bites and buzzes.

He tries to keep it to just licks, he knows his teeth are sharp :( and he’d hate to hurt you by accident. But after you get your pact and harming you becomes much more unbearable, he will play-bite much more often.

AND he buzzes (like a fly, teehee) when he is especially content.

Leviathan purrs(?).

It’s probably some deep sea monster echolocation thing, but the closest you can describe it as is a purr.

Now getting him to purr is harder than getting Lucifer to purr, he gets up in his own head a lot, so usually when he’s sleepy he purrs (maybe it’s a trill?) into your side.

Bonus for Memphis, TN. (Mephisto)

Since we have not seen his demon form (thx solmare), I have to use what I know of my babygirl to guess what he is like.

I think he probably taps MC with his cane, like a poke or something idk it’s cute give me more mephisto content pls.

[star-centric]

Could you pretty please do some “how they would try to court you” (not in a ABO way, but in a Devildom dating culture way), headcanons / scenarios with Mammon, Beel, and Diavolo?

PAIRINGS: Mammon, Diavolo & Beel x reader (all separate)

NOTE: Let me say this- I love love LOVE requests like these!!! Any time I can write about stuff like this it makes me kick my feet and giggle. Also sorry this is so late- life is a hectic atm 🫠

CW: gender neutral reader, mentions of possessiveness, minor suggestive themes (mainly in Diavolo’s part)

How They Would Try to Court You (feat. Mammon, Beelzebub and Diavolo) (Headcanons)

MAMMON

Mammon’s a lot like his crow familiars- especially when it comes to courting. Combine that with his sin of greed and you’re in for a time!

He’s greedy, so it only makes sense that he wants all of the time. Whether it’s just laying around in your room or even just walking to class, he’s right by your side. People are starting to get used to see him literally everywhere you go. He might as well be perched on your shoulder like your own personal crow

You start to find little trinkets left for you- courtesy of Mammon. Those pairs of earrings you were eyeing at the boutique? You found them on your pillow when you got back from class. The cute pin you says reminds you of him? It's already in your locker. The items are usually something small, but still meaningful to you

Nests!! When you see a cozy bundle of blankets and pillows in both of your rooms, and how Mammon is very adamant (ie. very nervous of your approval) that you have to lay it, you feel like he have no choice but to get in it. It's so comfortable that when he sees you instantly relax he can't help but let his chest puff out in pride (and he may have let out a coo or two when he saw how peacefully you were sleeping)

Speaking of cooing- he’s humming around you too now. It's cute actually, and it makes him blush whenever you comment on it (he even does it without realizing it sometimes, which makes it even more adorable). You start to catch it when you praise him for something, but he starts doing it even more outside of it. He tries to play dumb about it, but he's really happy (and relieved) that you love how his voice sounds (it's what he was hoping for)

He starts to flash show his demon form to you more. It stemmed from your praise at his photo shoot, and ever since then he's been stretching his wings around you. Graze your fingers across them and Mammon would be putty in your hands

Mammon has always been selfish, especially when it comes to you. It’s obvious what he’s trying to do, but you’re still a bit surprised when he gets serious about it. The nights where he asks you not to leave, where he tightens his grip around you and buries his face into your neck, he means it

He wants to prove to you that he’s the only one you need, that you don’t need any other demon but him

BEELZEBUB

Beel’s courting style is simple, yet effective!

Despite it being a while since Beel felt this much of a pull towards someone like this, he really does try his best

He makes sure you’re well fed and never hungry- he knows how he can get on an empty stomach, plus he has to make sure you’re taken care of! It starts to become a very common sight to see Beel feeding some of his food to you, which leaves the others shocked, but he’s unfazed by it. They’ll even catch you bringing you food to share and not the other way around they’re used to

Beel is also like Mammon in a way- always by your side. Whether he’s just stuffing his face or observing something else, he’s right behind you like a second shadow. You didn’t realize how intimidating it was until you started to wonder why so many people started to steer clear of you- literally

(It wasn’t on purpose but Beel wasn’t complaining)

He also starts to work out around you more. You’ve always been amazed at his muscles, awed at how he lifts hundreds of pounds with ease. He’s never been one too full of pride, but the sensation bubbling inside of his chest made him want to show you more. His regular workouts, his fangol games, practice- he wanted you there for it all

Beel can’t explain it, but putting his strength on display for you feeds into a growing urge that’s hard to suppress. He wants to show you how strong he is, how easily he can protect you if something were to arise. The fanged grin on his face when he sees you cheering for him leaves him motivated to do even more

Sometimes he’ll slip into his demon form because of how excited he gets seeing you (which in turn makes his opponents/teammates nervous)

Soft bites- it happened by mistake the first time. Beel accidentally bit your finger while you were trying to feed him. He didn’t break any skin or hurt you, but when you bit him (playfully) in return something…changed inside of him after that. He wanted to do it more- leave your skin littered with marks done by him. And he wants to feel your own blunt teeth bite into him (even if you don’t leave a mark). It’s become a cute memory and another inside joke between you both

(Even if it makes him want to go feral everytime he sees your bite marks)

Beel also scents you! He has the strongest sense of smell in the house (and probably one of the strongest in the entire Devildom), so being able to leave his scent on you isn’t a problem. Lending you his clothes (which the sight of you with them does something to him too), wrapping you in his own blankets while burying his face into your neck- you don’t know why he’s been so cuddly lately but you’re not complaining (and neither is he)

Beel isn’t much of the possessive type, but he’s not willing to share you with any other demon outside of his family. Even then, his primal urge is somewhat satiated knowing that he’s left his mark(s) on you for others to see- and plans on leaving more to show that you’re his

DIAVOLO

The Future King of the Devildom has been lonely for some time now- so forgive him if he goes a bit…overboard in his methods

Remember how he was when you ate the pudding humans weren't allowed to eat? Imagine that type of behavior but with no restrictions

Expect to be adorned in the finest jewelry/outfits you could get in all of the Devildom. It gets to a point where you’re wearing literal millions- all he does is laugh at your shocked expression and waves off your worries. It’s not like he can’t afford it- plus he wants to see you in it all! (and show you how easy he can provide for you)

He’s a lot more bolder than he usually is during this time too (not that he wasn’t bold to begin with). He’s…just not holding back anymore

He’s more open with his touch, his hands finding his way to you a lot more common now. Whether it's out in public or behind closed doors, Diavolo can't seem to keep his hands to himself. The looks you get from people when you're out together make you a little embarrassed, but he holds his head up high anyway (which you're not surprised- he is the ruler still, not like they can say much anyway)

But Diavolo doesn't mind the looks- he wants them actually. He wants people to see you with him, to know that you're with him and that nothing is going to change that. That you're his and his alone. A part of him is tempted to keep you locked inside for his eyes only, but he knows that it wouldn't be right to do that to you

But he does invite you over to the castle more, which somewhat helps his urges. You’re waited on hand and foot by Diavolo, who doesn’t mind at all- he sent Barbatos away on “important tasks” (ie. give him alone time with you). It’s adorable how earnest he is in taking care of you, even if it’s something minimal as holding the door for you or feeding you himself

He’s in his demon form too, and thrives off of your attention- to see how you admire him makes his chest swell with pride. You’re in awe at his form (which makes sense since it’s a rare sight to see), and he loves it. He craves it. He encourages you to touch his wings and have your fingers graze his horns- just be careful not to tug on them too hard, unless you want to really get him riled up more than he is now

Diavolo is also like Beel in wanting to see his marks and scent left on your skin. He shows restraint, and it’s only ever done in spots he can see (mostly). There may be a dark splotch or two on your neck from when he got carried away (or when he wanted to show others that you already belong to someone)

Diavolo really hasn’t felt like this over anyone in years- Hell, probably in his entire life. He really has become enamored with you during your time in the Devildom that he can’t imagine loving someone else. You truly have made his life brighter with your presence

He understands that you can’t stay here forever, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t become mates regardless, right? Or rather, who’s going to stop him?

[scarlett-vixen]

ooooh congrats on 300!! could I request O with Mammon for your event? fluff would be cute! thank you!!

Thank you!! All these mammon requests make my heart happy, he deserves better ⚠️ full disclosure: I’ve never personally had my wisdom teeth removed but have witnessed several friends have it done so I’m basing my knowledge from that don’t sue me

Prompt: O- Operation

Pairing: Mammon x Gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff

“NUH-UH! NO WAY!”

“Mammon, please,” Lucifer groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose “you don’t have a say in the matter, this is not your decision!”

“Don’t care! Ain’t no way I’m lettin’ em do this!! NOT TO MY HUMAN!!” The second born was in full defense mode, guarding you with his body while staring down the oldest who sat at the end of the table. He was so loyal to you, even when he didn’t know what he was protecting you from.

“Mams?” You chuckled “do you even know what they’re going to do to me?” Knowing full and well he did not know the exact operation you would undergo.

“N-no….but I don’t care! Satan said they might have to put you to sleep to do it! And NO ONE is puttin’ you to sleep!” Mammon turned halfway to face you, still keeping an eye on Lucifer. What started as a simple discussion about you needing a surgical procedure had snowballed into the argument currently playing out.

It all started a week ago, you were having some pain in the back of your mouth, it started off mild but soon became unbearable. You kept the pain to yourself as best you could, not wanting to alarm the brothers, but lost control of the situation when you were out eating at Ristorante Six with the brothers plus everyone from Purgatory Hall.

You were careful to take small bites, not wanting to inflict pain on yourself during this group meal, but got caught up in a story Simeon had been telling the table.

“OW! SHIT!!” The pain shot through your jaw, you grabbed your cheek with both hands as if that would help somehow.

“Language!” Asmodeus scolded, covering Luke’s ears

“Oi! What happened?!”

“Were you attacked by someone?”

Mammon and Lucifer were both on their feet immediately, ready to interrogate your attacker. You started to answer but the pain in your mouth was too strong, you folded in on yourself causing even more panic from the table.

Eventually the pain subsided enough for you explain what happened, you scheduled an appointment to be seen the next day, Solomon had accompanied you since the appointment was in the human world and he had the most knowledge on how to help you if something went wrong.

As you suspected you needed your wisdom teeth removed, you returned home to inform the others that you would be undergoing an oral surgical procedure and would probably be on bed rest for a few days after to recover.

Needless to say this invoked some very heartfelt but confused questions.

“THEY JUST STEAL YOUR TEETH LIKE THAT?!”

“Wait, so do humans store their wisdom inside their mouths? Are you going to be dumb after this?”

“You have to wait how long until you can eat normal food again??”

“Darling, I love you but if you drool blood on me I may throw up…and that’s not very glamorous.”

But nothing could have prepared you for the battle Mammon put up. He was already upset that some doctor was going to be removing things from you, then he found out you would be traveling to the human world for the surgery.

He argued and fought with Lucifer for the next hour, after realizing that he wasn’t giving up anytime soon you finally made an offer.

“Why doesn’t Mammon just go with me? I need someone to watch over me while I’m there and to help me get back here. He already watches out for me on a daily so what’s the difference?”

Lucifer gave in quickly, just wanting to be done with the conversation. Mammon still wasn’t happy about the surgery but felt better being the one to look after you.

The day of the operation arrived and the two of you traveled up to the human world. You sat in the waiting room in anticipation of being called back to begin prepping.

“Still don’t see why they gotta take stuff from ya…perfect the way ya are…”

“What?” You questioned.

“What?!” The second born jumped, unaware he had said that out loud.

“Mams I promise, I’ll be fine! Humans have this done all the time, plus if I don’t do this I’ll still be in pain and you don’t want that right? It’s a one day thing, I’ll be in and out.” You placed a hand on his thigh trying to comfort him.

“Yeah, yeah I know! Satan let me read the books he had…” He shifted in his seat and crossed his arms “it’s just… what if ya don’t wake up? What if they mess up and use too much anesthesia or not enough or they take the wrong teeth or they sneeze and cut the wrong thing or—“

“MAMS!” You grabbed his face with both hands. “You’re spiraling. I promise I will be okay! I brought you here to make me feel better, not to panic and start writing my obituary.”

The second born blushed realizing he was probably just adding on to your stress, he put his arm around you pulling you close hoping to soothe both your nerves.

Eventually you were called back, Mammon reluctantly let you go and sat by himself waiting for you to return. After what seemed like an eternity the two of you were reunited, luckily you had warned him about the after affects the pain medication and anesthesia had on humans otherwise he would have sworn they replaced you with someone else.

The journey home had been long and extremely entertaining for both of you, Mammon had to remind you who he was about four times but you were always very polite when asking, you babbled on about things that made no sense at all, you kept asking him if he was old because of his white hair, he truly felt like a babysitter at this point.

Once home he helped you to your room, which you somehow remembered perfectly but asked about ‘the grumpy old guy who yelled at you for being late and looked like he needed to get laid’. Mammon had pushed you into your room before his brothers could start interrogating this new and very honest version of you or before Lucifer could strangle you.

“Geez, ya sure know how to get yerself in trouble huh? Where’d ya learn that from!?” The second born huffed as he helped take off your shoes.

“I learned it from this really cute guy I know,” you let out an unusually high pitched laugh “he gets in trouble a lot!”

“Oh yeah?” Mammon threw your shoe to the side and snapped his head up to look at you, the small amount of anger he felt hearing you say ‘cute guy’ vanished when he looked up at you.

Even in your delirious and drunk state you were still breath taking to him, your cheeks were a bright red, you held your hands together between your thighs, you had the goofiest grin on your face. He’d never seen you this smitten before and wanted to photograph the moment but was frozen in his spot when you kept talking.

“Mhmmmm, he’s super taaaall, has reeeeeally pretty eyes, he’s super funny and smart,” Mammon was convinced you were referring to one of his brothers until you unleashed the most crucial detail. “and he has the prettiest and softest white hair too!”

Mammon’s heart swelled in his chest, how dare you say all these cute things to him while totally unaware of what’s going on! He thought he was going to explode, he wanted to kiss you right then and there, nobody had ever said such sweet things about him. He wanted to see how much more you would say about him but knew it wasn’t fair in your current state.

“Psh, he doesn’t sound so hot to me, just a normal guy.” Mammon stood up finally, he turned to collect your discarded shoe.

“Nope, not even close! He’s a Demon Lord!” The second born glanced over his shoulder to see you gently kicking your feet as your legs hung off the bed, he was baffled by how easily humans were affected by pain killers.

“Yeah, well ya better keep yer mouth shut about that last part, unless ya want Lucifer to tie ya up!” He bent down to pick up your shoe.

“I’d rather tie up his younger brother.”

Mammon froze again, his face flushed and his heart went wild, you really had no filter did you? This operation had been both a blessing and a curse for him, he needed you to recover fast so he could return the favor.

[poetofthedyingstars]

mammon writes you a love letter!

cw/tw: nope, just the usual mammon fluff <3 mammon x gn!reader

thinking about mammon writing a love letter addressed to you. he heard you talking with satan about how lovely it is to receive love letters. at first, he didn't really didn't think much of it until he heard his brothers talking about giving one to you. nu-uh! nobody's allowed to give you love letters except him! dammit human, he's your first! he should be your first everything. so, that night, bothered with heavy feelings with an uneasy flow of words, he tried to write. he's never written a love letter to anyone before and he's never been good with words but he tried. for you, he really tried.

it was dawn already and he was done, it was almost a shock to him that morning had come so soon but then again he scratched and wrote all night until he's left with satisfaction. the results of his overnight hard work was a three page declaration of love letter to you. fucking hell, if you don't make him feel things. you're the only one who made him do this, made him feel this way. you. gah.

he ruffled his hair in annoyance as he made his way to your room. it's too early, he knows. you're probably still asleep. but just as he was to open the door, you opened it first. mammon got flustered at the sight of you. fuck.

he totally forgot it was your breakfast cooking duty today. you smiled at him and greeted him with good morning while standing there dumbfounded. you invited him to your room and once you're inside and he's still quiet, you asked him if there was anything wrong.

fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck.

his heart was thumping inside his chest so loud, can you hear it, mc? he hopes not. the envelope ever so slightly creases as his grip tightens. fuck. okay. calm down mammon. you asked him again if he was alright and he stuttered and staggered trying to give you an answer.

he sighed loudly and gave you the envelope. “listen ta me carefully, human. i'm the only one who can give you love letters, a’right? and if any of my brothers give one to you, throw ‘em out. do ya understand?” a smile found its way to your lips. you nodded eagerly and looked at the envelope in your hands.

you opened it. you looked at mammon. “mams… i don't mean to offend you or anything. but, you know i'm having a hard time trying to read your handwriting, right? why don't you just read it to me?” if mammon wasn't blushing before, he's a fucking tomato now.

the whole point of writing his feelings was because he never says those out loud to you and now you want him to read it?!?! mc, you're gonna be the death of him.

but instead of keeping up his bravado, he took the envelope from your hands, grumbling quite under his breath and he clears his throat.

“alright! ya better be thankful i'm doing all these. remember THE great mammon wrote this love letter to you. this is for you and for you only.” you were smiling and nodding at him. “of course, mammon. i'm always thankful for anything you do for me.” fuck. he cleared his throat and stared at the letter he have on his hand. god, the things he does for you. he cleared his throat again and sighed. “dearest mc…”

goddamn i fucking wish he'd write me a love letter sigh

reblog if you want to see the love letter he wrote!

masterlist

[strawberry-cowmilk]

playing with the brothers' hair

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: none

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Lucifer

it's only allowed in his room or office when he's absolutely 100% sure nobody can walk in on him getting his hair played with by you, especially his brothers

you can tell he loves it, he just won't admit it plus he denies it

like come on lucifer sir you're literally closing your eyes and leaning into the touch

bring that up and no more playing with his hair for a week though

Mammon

he's like 'sure if you absolutely want to you can play with my hair, totally not because I want it, no way'

when you play with his hair he's so happy, and after you're done he's in a very good mood

like levi was surprised when mammon actually passed him the salt at dinner

mammon lets you try to do silly hairstyles on him, he shows you a picture on his ddd and asks if you'd like to recreate it

Leviathan

he is very surprised of course, and when he lets you he jumps away after one stroke

but he comes back just as quickly, blushing he asks if you could gently run your fingers through his hair

not only do you play with levi's natural hair, but he lets you style his cosplay wigs as well (while he's wearing them)

anyways, you playing with his hair really calms him down after losing a game or watching a sad show

Satan

he thinks it could be a nice bonding moment to let you play with his hair while he reads

maybe he can even read to you

his hair is surprisingly soft too meanwhile all he uses to take care of it is water and shampoo

satan really loves it too but he's kind of casual about it, he calmly asks if you could play with his hair whenever you're alone

one time he actually fell asleep while you were doing it

Asmodeus

he's been waiting for this moment

he pulls out his collection of products and accessories and lets you do whatever you want to his hair

as long as you're not making him look silly on purpose it's all okay

if you don't want to use products but just want to feel his hair that's okay too of course

but he loved it a little too much, so now you have to do it every day

Beelzebub

of course he lets you play with his hair

the first time you did it he was eating a pizza, you know he loved the feeling of you playing with his hair when he actually put the pizza away to smile at you and tell you he is loving this a lot

now beel asks you to do it after his visit to the gym (after he showered of course)

it really helps him relax after his intense workouts

Belphegor

he's very happy on the inside when you ask him, but he just says 'sure go ahead'

just make sure his hair doesn't get too tangled because he thinks it's a pain to brush everything out later

after literally one minute he fell asleep, that's how much he was enjoying it

now every time before he wants to nap and you're around, he gives you that kind of look you know means 'come play with my hair please'

[minimallyminnie]

Hi! Sorry I haven’t been writing lately! Hopes this makes up for it!

Gn reader, Nightbringer timeframe so you are their attendant, uhhh a bit dark with some of them (Levi, Satan, Twins)

How you show the brothers you care about them even if they don’t remember you.

Lucifer

Though he stays in his room all the time, he does get up to do his daily things outside.

That being said, those days were rare when you could only hear the same album and small hics coming from his room

You remember the album from your time frame, he told you once

You were drinking tea with him and he told you how it was Lilith’s favorite album to play when she was happy

It hurt to see him not go to the table and eat.

So once Beel is out of sight in the kitchen, you go inside, make a plate of dinner and fill up a cup of hot tea for him

You knock twice on the door and set the food down next to the door, covered with foil and sticky note that says

“Lucifer, you should eat more. -[MC]”

You know he’s there when you come back to sweep the hallways and see an empty plate with a cup on top.

You only take the dishes in silent content and wash them in the kitchen.

Happy knowing that Lucifer at least ate.

Lucifer, in his room is working diligently on paperwork. He doesn’t need an…attendant to take care of him.

He’s capable damn it!

He can’t say he’s not capable. His pride doesn’t allow him. To be weak. To ask for help. To apologize.

His pride…has hurt his brothers. Has hurt them so many times. It’s best if he just stays inside and not hurt anyone.

He can’t let them suffer from his problems anymore, that’s how they ended up here.

He hears footsteps outside and is alert instantly, wondering if his brothers need something or if they’re asking for him to eat dinner with them or if they’re complaining about what so ever

But when he hears a gentle clink on the floor outside his room and the footsteps retreating, he knows that it’s you.

Lucifer waits for the footsteps to no longer be heard before he cracks open the door and sees a plate and a glass. He picks them up and locks the door again.

He sees the small sticky note on it and somehow in his cold and closed off heart, his heart warms at the note

He brushes it off before eating and drinking the entire thing, leaving it outside the door where it was previously in a pristine manner.

Now even if you are just an attendant, he won’t try to make your job harder than it is.

Somehow a part of him calls out to him that he just cares about you.

Mammon

His obsession with greed and Grimm has turned up to the max when he got turned into a demon

That being said, since he’s so busy trying to take care of his brothers who are falling apart day by day, he forgets to take a break

Anytime that you tell him, he’ll laugh it off and asks if you think he’s that weak

…you know he’s not weak.

The pain from losing his baby sister, how his brothers are crumbling, Lucifer not coming out of his room, this new home, his new body and wings, his virtue turning to a sin.

A sin that’s going to eventually cause everyone he loves to hate him. He despises his sin of Greed. It’s twisted, it’s malicious, it’s…awful.

Mammon can’t take it anymore but he still endures it for his family.

Just like in your time where he’s being berated left and right. You fall for him all over again.

One day, Mammon forgets to leave his door locked leaving you to come in and sneakily turn off his alarm clock before going back to Cocytus Hall

You do all his tasks for the morning once you get the to the HoL, telling the brothers that he’s just tired today (and he is, not that you’re lying)

When he wakes up and panics, you manage to calm him down explaining how he needed rest and that you’re taking a break. He calms down but then he sees you with a tray of cold tea and…two bowls of spicy ramen?

Hell Soy Sauce Flavored Cup Ramen??

He’s never heard of that before, sorta scary…but you said it was a treat from yourself

He picks up his chopsticks and takes a bite.

It does taste spicy and he chugs the tea while you’re laughing at his expression

But he looks at your smiling face and he thinks about how warm he feels inside, not knowing if it’s the ramen or you

He takes another bite and starts talking with you about how you knew about these noodles

“A close friend of mine shared some with me a few times.” He’s a bit jealous of this “close friend” but he still eats the ramen

Huh. He feels a lot better today than the past few months he’s been in the Devildom….

He thinks he finally has a favorite food now.

Leviathan

When he landed in the Devildom, he didn’t know why he was even there anymore

He was made for war and bloodshed against demons

Now he’s become what he sworn to kill

What…what’s out there for him anymore?

The days where he wakes up and gets out of bed feeling awful as can be are the hardest.

He has to show everyone how awful he feels and looks today.

He hates the stares he gets from his brother when they think he’s not looking for looking like he just rolled out of bed.

He hates his wings, his tail, his personality, how awkward he is, he wants his long and flowing robes back that made him confident like Lucifer was

He knows his younger brothers are suffering even more than him. He knows how much Satan feels like he doesn’t belong in their family. If he were just braver or if Satan was just mellower, he would take care of him like how Mammon did for him. But he’s a coward. He’s jealous of how well Mammon can handle things, how he can adjust so damn fast.

He hates himself

On one of the days you’re adjusting the pictures around the HoL after one of Satan and Belphegor’s fights, you hear a small voice from Levi’s room

Going closer, you hear me him say how he wanted to try this new game out that’s hot on the market but he can’t get the time to. When you peek in to see who’s he talking to, there’s a sheep plushie that you gave to the brothers to share and talk to.

New game….hmm you had extra Grimm right? Mammon didn’t steal any this week either!

You zap your phone out and quickly order the game. It didn’t make a huge dent in your account considering the amount of jobs you’ve taken during the free time you have

The next day, you knock on Levi’s door with an excuse to ask him for help on one of the Ruri Chan levels

When he opens the door, he sees a wrapped item in your hand which you promptly give him

“Consider it a gift for not leaving your tiny figurine accessories around the floor.” And then you walked away

Levi shuts his door and opens the gift nervously

He gapes at the game, how did you know he wanted this game?! Did you hear him??!

Levi will have to thank you tomorrow after he finishes the first part of the game first!

He wonders if he has to go to the doctor later though since his stomach is doing flips left and right…

Satan

It does take a while for Satan to properly put his comfort and trust in you

But it does somehow happen.

He’s lashing out at everyone and everything left and right

But he doesn’t know why it makes him angry.

He hates the looks on his brothers the people he lives with faces

Their faces…it scares him but his own pride refuses to acknowledge the fear

But when he sees your face…you never seem scared or upset at him.

Always…cheerful and somehow nostalgic even though you never met him before Mammon managed to catch you

He tries to push you away, tries to make his pain and internalizes that he’s a monster. A mistake that was only created by accident.

But.

You never stray away.

Shouldn’t an attendant rationalize their situation?!

Even if he lives in the same house, he could kill you more than any of the others!

But anytime he’s actually in his room, you’re always knocking.

You’re patient with him.

You’ve always been patient with him unless he actually does something messed up.

You don’t see him as a monster or Lucifer’s little copy. You see him as him.

His favorite thing of the day when you’re working is just going in his room during your breaks (which he memorized) and waiting for you

You knock and he opens the door. You always wait for him.

“Can I hang out with you for a bit?”

He always nods and lets you in

You end up talking about mundane things, you seem to know or find out things he might actually like!

You’re really smart and scary too but he won’t say that of course

He likes that you understand him. He’s not all that alone in this hellhole.

He just likes talking to you without being judged or interrupted. You don’t do those, you just listen to him.

And really, that’s the most amazing thing that someone can do for him.

…No you’re really the most amazing person that’s done this for him.

Asmodeus

Oh as if you aren’t his gift already!

Jokes aside, he is wary of you

You just dropped in and now you’re their attendant?!

Unbelievable! But of course he’s not going to say that in front of Lucifer and Diavolo!

Good heavens devildom, that would be his death wish!

He frequently looks up at the heavy clouds over the Devildom

He knows the sun never rises but, he wishes just one more time he’d be able to see the perfect sunrise and sunset before he got thrown here

Here where he looks like a freak.

Where he was praised and celebrated for his beautiful pearly white wings and his gorgeous robes. Where he had a damned amazing smile that lit up a room. Where is now gone. Permanently

He cries every-time he looks past a mirror or a reflection of himself

He has ugly ugly pointed horns that twist, hearts that look like they dripped down on his arm, and four short wings that don’t even look have as gorgeous as his old ones did.

He’s almost broken every mirror in the house he’s come by when he has thoughts like these. Mammon asked you while Asmo was crying one day to just make anything that looked remotely shiny, matte. Desperate to stop his younger brother’s tears.

(And you did. He figured out it was you and Mammon later and thanked both of by taking you two out for drinks. He starts to get used to one mirror at a time.)

He hates how his sin causes him to lust after everyone. He hates it. He can’t bear the pain in his heart when he meets someone who just wants to be friendly and he immediately thinks about how to bed them.

He just wants normal thoughts for once. Not all the lust addled thoughts that never quiet down.

He feels like an…item. Used for one night stands when he actually succeeds in bedding them and never again. Regret following him every time. Spiraling in his bed all alone.

Well, until you came.

He pounces on you with words filled with sweet and honey like words

But you know him.

You gently let him down each time but you let him do it to you everyday

Every day is another compliment, pick up line, or flirting act. He actually managed to stop going to parties after shooting all his lust willpower against you!

Did you plan this?! Oh sweetie~♡!He should’ve known! ♡

He’s…not upset though. He’s happy. No more being an item for demons or magic users anymore…he can…use his lines on you.

You…you don’t shame him or get embarrassed of them

(not even when they’re ultra lusty! Are you used to it already…? Did you hear them from someone somehow?!)

You don’t scorn him or look at him in disgust.

No. You don’t do any of those things even though he told you of the horrible things he’s done and how much he misses his appearance in the Celestial Realm.

Instead, you always surprise him and you smile and laugh at his daily routine with you. Even playing along with his antics sometimes.

“Haha! U + I = 69? Well I must be 59 since you’re a 10!”

And you smile.

A beautiful soul and creature called him a 10/10.

You called him beautiful.

When you walk away to subdue the brothers from arguing again, his eyes glaze over with tears.

His brothers had told him yes, and they mean a lot. But for someone who didn’t know him like his brothers and still saw beauty in a twisted angel like him…

His lust for you turned into something else.

Beelzebub

Everyday. Every single day. He dreams of the same thing that he doesn’t think it’s a nightmare anymore.

He sees Lilith die in Belphie’s arms, bleeding and beaten.

He sees Belphie look at him with despair and emptiness asking him why, why didn’t he save her? Why didn’t he save his baby sister? Why, why, why?

He wakes up with cold sweat at the same time every morning and tries to eat something from the pantry

But once he grabs something, a voice whispers to him. A voice that sounds like Lilith.

“Why didn’t you save me? Why, why, why? You should’ve died and left Belphie and I to live. I loved you and you left me to die by myself. Why Beelzebub? Why?”

Sometimes, when he looks at you, he sees Lilith there. Standing with a terrified and confused look. He knows you aren’t her but you…you somehow have that warmth that she had, intensified.

Beelzebub’s guilt and regret always stays with him. Any time he eats, he tastes despair on the tip of his tongue to the back of his throat

He saved Belphie…but his baby sister. The one who everyone, especially him was supposed to protect and fight for…

Died. Died alone. Died falling in pain.

(Lucifer almosts knocks on his door sometimes at night when he hears him but stops just an inch before. He cannot. He has to keep his lips shut.)

Everyday. Carrying the weight of his sister’s death around his neck. One day, he wonders if the weight will carry him instead.

He hates his sin. How he wants and wants and wants and takes and takes and takes and then when he cannot get it

He ruins.

He tore down Mammon’s wall, made all of Satan’s bookshelves fall on the floor, broke a huge piece of Asmodeus’s bathtub, and caused one of Levi’s figurines to snap in half. Just because he was the avatar of gluttony.

He hates it.

He hates it even more when he almost clawed you across your neck because he smelled candy in your pocket when he was desperate

You…you didn’t seem to be scared though.

(You already knew how he was.)

You were startled when he almost hit you but you just put down the cleaning towel down and took out the pieces of candy from your pocket and just gave it to him

He was incredibly confused on why you didn’t scream, or cry, or even get angry at him

“Just ask me next time, I always have some sort of candy or snack on me. Besides, I can cook for you too.”

He’s amazed at the fact that you just offered to cook for him

And when he wakes up from his nightmare again, you’re in the kitchen. Cooking some pancakes

He just sits down after he washes his face and his hands and watches you from the counter

When you’re done, you just give it to him on the plate with a lot of fruits and some whipped cream. It towered as high as his head even without the berries and cream.

His eyes just sparkle and his mouth gapes at the sight

He devours the delicious cakes in a minute and looks up at you to see if you’re upset about your hard work just disappearing like that

But you just smile at him and offer him some more.

Beelzebub doesn’t see Lilith anymore. Not even hearing her voice or her touch. He can feel her…no your warmth radiating from you.

He can feel some heat go to his face as he nods

Beel would be forever grateful for the break you’ve given him from his torment

Belphegor

Being the youngest means you really don’t have a say in anything you do

He followed Beel who followed Mammon who then followed Lucifer

He loved Lucifer but…

His sister…died

The one thing that he wished for was for his family to not perish

And he lost his sister.

With the anguish and grief upon him, he wonders how she’d be alive

If Lucifer hadn’t went against their father, she would’ve had a peaceful death…

If Beelzebub hadn’t saved him, she would still be alive…

No. It’s his fault.

He introduced her into the human realm. He killed her. He killed her.

It’s all his fault from the start.

He shouldn’t have went off with her to the realm of mortals

He should’ve just said no to her even with her puppy eyes

A piece of his heart is empty and dead from his sister’s death

She’s gone and it’s because of him.

He should’ve died that day.

He rather sleep and indulge in his sin as everytime he sleeps, he dreams of his whole family being together.

He curls up around his pillow, not allowing anyone, not even Beel to wake him up until he is needed.

Belphie promises to himself to protect his family. No matter what he does or kills.

…he sees how Beel looks at you though.

How he feels some sort of familiarity like…

Beel told him before how your presence felt like Lilith’s warmth.

And he was right. But it quickly turned into a bitter and regretful reminder for him.

He can’t stand to feel Lilith anymore. Not when she isn’t here.

But he feels a sort of warmth when you vacuum around him with a silent spell on the machine. He can see through his cracked opened eyes how cautious you are of him sleeping on the ground in his room

You…you even take his blanket and drape it over him gently.

And then go about your day.

This happens anytime he’s sleeping on the floor somewhere. Outside, inside, the planetarium…anywhere

And you always bring back the blanket he sleeps with no matter what.

He asks you why you do this when you could just leave him alone

“I don’t want you to get sick or cold when you sleep. It disturbs you and makes your dreams really difficult.”

…

Wow…you really do care that much.

He just falls asleep again afterwards when you drape it over him

But this time, the dreams of his family eventually add you in it, by his side laughing freely…

He wonders why Lilith never regretted falling in love with a creature that wasn’t an angel until he met you.

Uh so for Asmodeus’s, I know he looks in the mirror but I kinda hc him to completely break down when he would see his reflection right after becoming a demon? I mean change yk?

As always, thank you for reading!

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

Petty mc #4

*everyone playing the guessing game in HOL*

MC: alright guys guess who am I?

Everyone: okay!

MC: *starts to slouch* ""yeah Lilith died because of God , now I'll never forgive humans , even though they have nothing to do with it!!"" *Starts to fake strangle themselves*

Everyone:

MC: alright guess now that was a pretty good acting !

Belphie: *sweating* I don't like this game anymore.....