#om! fanfic

[demonvibez]

A/N: I haven't actually played lesson 40 yet, but I've seen a ton of spoilers, and they made me emo af XD so I quick wrote this to get my thoughts out ~ may not be canonically accurate lol

You suddenly appear back in the House of Lamentation, slightly bewildered after the effects of the portal - you're in your room again, and everything is exactly where you left it. Your eyebrows furrow for a moment before you shake your head, disbelief filling your mind as you process your surroundings. You question to yourself if you're really back, is this really your timeline? From what you can infer, it would appear so - everything in the room lines up with your memories. But how long were you gone? How long before your demons started to frenzy, turning over every stone in the realm until they find you?

But you're back now.

Surely, they missed you. Surely, they've been attacked with grief and turmoil as you've spent months traversing through the past, doing your best to heal them as you mask your own weaknesses, your own fears, your own anxieties. Doing your best to get back to them. It feels like you have been gone a lifetime, and surely they've felt that, too.

Except, when you push open the doors of the House Library, and announce your return, you can't help but to feel a certain way at their lackluster responses.

Ah yes, time travel.

You're glad to have your demons back - and part of you is glad to hear that they have missed you without knowing why. But at this moment, it all hits you. At this moment, everything you have compartmentalized has come busting forth in your brain - all of the trials and tribulations of going back into the past has caught up with you.

You went through so much - and it wasn't their fault.

But it does throw you for a loop when you finally return home to your demons, but they never noticed you left.

To them, it was a night of sleep; to you, it was months of trying to prove yourself...

And that bothers you.

It's not your fault. It's not their fault, either.

But the idea unsettles you nonetheless...

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[the-lady-writes-what]

How the Brothers react to you riding them, Mammon

Pretty much All Porn/No Plot, so minors be warned (and stay out)

Content: oral (giving)/blowjob, 69, toys, overstimulation, teasing, cowgirl, spanking (receiving), consensual bruising, slightly mean! Mammon

These are all my own head canons. Don’t be mean about it.

Lucifer Asmo Levi Beel Belphie Satan

🔞NSFW Content Below! 18+ Only! Minors DNI!🔞

Headcanons:

He loves this position because then he can grab and squeeze whatever he wants

Loves to see bruises on you marking you as his

Love body worship

You can leave marks on him too! Let everybody know that you belong to him and he belongs to you

Very vocal in and outside the bedroom. You may have to gag him or do something to get him to shut up for five minutes

Give him praise and lots of it. This is a man who likes to have his--ahem--ego stroked

Speaking of stroking, before getting down and dirty, Mammon loves to have someone worship his cock. I'm not kidding when I say he needs worship before getting down and dirty Come on, sweetheart. You can this cock in your cunt, can't you? Better worship that cock if you want it so badly...

Second prettiest cock (behind Asmo, of course)

Some people think he's a sub, and while that's a perfectly valid headcanon, I personally think he's more dominant. He's greedy and possessive and he likes to go after things he wants. He's a pursuer, a hunter. He wants all your orgasms

Mammon reclined on his bed with you between his legs. His fingers grazed the back of your neck. His nails graze your skin as you suck on his long cock. You hear him hiss and suck in his breath with every pass of your mouth along the shaft. What you couldn't fit into your mouth, you stroked with your hand. Mammon's cock hit the back of your throat, making you gag.

"Awww...baby. Is it too much for you?" Mammon cooed. He patted your head. He shifted his hips to thrust up into your mouth. "How does the Great Mammon's cock taste?"

You answered by rolling your tongue along the thick vein and sucking on the tip of him harder. Mammon's nails dug into your neck, his hand lightly squeezing. You bobbed your head up and down his hot length while trying to take as much of him as you could. In the end, you stroked what you couldn't fit inside your throat. After several minutes of this, you pulled away to gasp for air.

"Need a break already?" Mammon teased. He reached into the bedside table. In his hand, he held a vibrating wand. "Or maybe you just need some motivation.

Mammon switched you around so that your backside faced him. You went back to work on his cock. A shudder ripped through you the second you heard the toy buzz to life. Mammon pushed your hesitant hips down against his mouth. One hand held your hip while the other pressed vibrator against your clit. Your eyes rolled at the sensation of both the toy and Mammon's mouth on your pussy. You moaned around his cock. Beneath you, Mammon rocked his hips upwards, filling your mouth with him. He used every trick up his sleeve to get your pussy soaking wet. His tongue lapped at your folds as he pressed the toy against your poor clit. He moaned with you as he ate you out. Together, you worked in tandem to bring each other up and over the edge. Mammon's cum filled your mouth. You were forced to swallow before you pull away and gasp for air. You shivered as Mammon continued to tease you with his mouth and overstimulate that bundle of nerves between your legs. You gripped the sheets as another orgasm hit you like a tsunami. You screamed as you came all over his mouth.

You were still shivering by the time Mammon switched off the toy and tossed it back into the drawer of the bedside table. His toned arms switched you around once more. Mammon had your quivering body straddle him so that your chests faced each other. He reached between your bodies to stroke himself. You leaned down with your arms on his shoulders and kissed him.

Mammon rubbed the newly hardened tip of his cock against your soaked cunt. He pulled away a bit to nibble on your bottom lip. His face nestled into your neck. Mammon kissed, licked, and left dark love bites along your flesh. Your nails dug into his shoulders as Mammon made you sink down on his cock.

"Come on, princess. Ride that cock for me," said Mammon. He gave you a spank on your right ass cheek.

"Mammon!" You whined.

But your irritation was met with that cocky grin of his. Mammon looked up at you with those blue and yellow eyes. His mouth was hungry for more. He licked his lips as he bucked upwards into you. You braced yourself with your hands on his chest, feeling up the defined muscles of his abdomen.

"Mhmm, yeah. You like touching me don't you? Why don't you ride me like you mean it, princess?"

Mammon groped your ass, squeezing each globe in his hands. He rocked his hips upwards. His hips encouraged you to grind against him, and you caved. You moved against him, grinding down on him and moving your hips. You writhed on top of him; Mammon's cock filling you whole. The tip of him brushing the sensitive spot within you over and over as you moved faster. You bounced on his cock. Though his hands looked slender like a model's, Mammon was rough in handling you. He left hand-shaped bruises on your ass as he spanked you. Each slap on your skin encouraged you to ride him faster, harder.

Your head fell back as you moaned louder. You closed your eyes to the pleasure.

"Scream my name, Y/N. I want to hear it on your lips. If you don't, I'll out and leave you and high and dry. Say the Great Mammon's name!" He squeezed your ass in each of his hands.

Sweat trickled down your brow. You gasped and moaned as you bounced on him.

"M-Mammon, Mammon, Mammon," you chanted his name like he was your god.

And in that moment, Mammon was your god. The one you worshipped with your mouth and hands and pussy. Mammon wrapped his arms around you and drew you against his chest. He pinned your against his body while he thrust upwards. Your mouths met in a needy kiss. Your tongues battled for dominance before you gave in. Mammon claimed your mouth in the same way he claimed the rest of your body.

Pleasure exploded at the base of your spine. You cried out loud enough for all six of his brothers to hear you scream Mammon's name. Hearing you like this, moaning like a proper slut for him (and just only for him), was music to Mammon's ears. He held you close as he pounded your insides and painted them with his cum. He grunted and kissed you hard, swallowing your whimpers. Despite keeping his lips sealed on yours, his groans echoed throughout his bedroom. Mammon's hips bucked once, twice, three more times before stuttering to a halt. You felt his essence fill your lower belly. There was so much of it that it leaked out. You both collapsed onto the bed, both equally and utterly boneless.

You managed to peel yourself off him once Mammon relinquished his hold on you. You rolled over onto your side and cuddled against him. You and Mammon panted from the exercise.

"When...When I catch my breath, it's round two," said Mammon between breaths.

[nekochinchin]

The Truth Or A Lie?

Hi, this a Mammon centric fic. I was going to post this on my AO3 acc and into the Mammon Centric Oneshots book I had published, but this is sort of incomplete, but at the same time complete??

Anyways, read the end notes for more details. If you like this, check out my Mammon Centric works on AO3. Nekochinchin is the username I use there.

Welp, enjoy!

There were times when Mammon’s negative emotions overwhelmed him to the point of almost being blinded by said emotion, sometimes Mammon doesn’t want to hold back and keep those emotions hidden as he continues on with his day. He hates himself sometimes, especially the moments when his head starts wishing for things that he knows he will eventually regret if he were to act on it.

He hates thinking about it, but at the same time, when he imagines it, it brings a bit of relief in his chest. It gives him peace thinking if he just abandoned his brothers in the first place, but then again, he can’t. After all, Mammon loves and values his family too much to even do such actions. But when he’s overwhelmed, he can’t help but think about it. 

Maybe that’s why he’s wasted and barely functioning with the demonus in his system.

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The sound of a door slamming echoes throughout the walls of the House of Lamentation, the sound practically alerting everyone in the building. It was late, but not late enough that everyone should be sleeping, meaning all of the brothers were just busy lounging around in their prospective rooms. Hearing the ruckus, each demon in the building decided to check it out.

As they leave their rooms, they meet the other brothers and together, they start heading to the front door, where they assume the noise came from. All of them were in their pajamas, but it was clear that none of them were planning to go to bed so early in the evening, except Belphegor. 

“What’s up with the noise?” Belphie grumbles out as he rubs his eye sleepily, the male clutching onto his pillow as he sluggishly follows his brothers.

Satan, with furrowed eyebrows replies. “I have no idea.” He says, annoyed that his reading time was interrupted. 

As the 5 younger demons of the household went down the flight of stairs, they could faintly smell the strong scent of demonus. The moment they could see the front door of the building, they saw the familiar white fluffy hair and tanned skin of their 2nd eldest brother. They all sighed, already tired of their older brother’s antics every night.

“Ugh. It’s just Mammon.” Asmodeus says with clear distaste, an annoyed huff leaving his lips as he stares at his wasted older brother.

Levi scoffs at his older brother’s wasted form. “Is being a scumbag the only thing you know how to do?” He says with a sneer as he rolls his eyes.

Mammon doesn’t respond to any of them, his ocean eyes stare at his little brothers as he feels his head become fuzzy. With how drunk and wasted he is, he knows he’s going to regret the hangover the following day, but honestly? He doesn’t give a single damn. Being drunk is the only way to numb him from the overwhelming shit he has to feel, and it sure is effective.

The white haired male just sits on the cold floor, his back leaning onto the door, feeling peaceful in his drunk state. It feels like he’s floating and he just wants to stay like this forever, the feeling of being someplace far away as he floats through nothing, is honestly one of the greatest feelings he’s felt.

Satan rubs his temples in annoyance. “Beel, go bring the idiot to his room.” He says, motioning to the drunk demon on the floor.

Beel nods his head and makes his way to Mammon, the orange haired male scoops the older male into his arms and he can hear Mammon giggle when he is being picked up. Beel walks past the other brothers but stops moving when he feels Mammon reaching towards Satan. 

The brother looks in confusion to Mammon, wondering what the older male wants from their blond brother. Mammon has a big smile as he looks at Satan that it brings such a warm feeling into their chests, the smile he had on reminded the brothers of when they were younger and when Mammon used to look after them.

Mammon cups Satan’s cheek, his ocean eyes staring right through emerald eyes. Satan is confused yet doesn’t mind the soft touch Mammon has on his cheek, the way Mammon just smiles at him so warmly and with fond eyes, Satan doesn’t really know what to do.

“Ya’ve grown up so much.” The older male says, rubbing Satan’s cheek.

Satan feels his chest bloom with warmth immediately, the way Mammon said it so fondly in his drunk state just makes Satan feel like he was a kid again. He remembers Mammon’s soft smiles and warm touches that he feels like he is reliving that time of his younger years.

“I remember how small ya used to be.” Mammon continues with a smile, and Satan feels his chest become even more warm.

“So fragile.” Mammon says in a soft whisper. 

At this point, the brothers assume that Mammon is reminiscing about the past, because of his drunk state. They guess that with the demonus in his system, it’s making him more soft and fond than he usually is, like the Mammon that used to take care of them when they were young. Like a mother.  

“I wish I had killed ya the moment Lucifer handed ya to my arms.” Mammon says so softly, like a summer breeze passing through.

The room immediately became cold the moment the sentence left Mammon’s lips. Satan freezes in his spot as he stares at Mammon’s smiling, yet soft face. The fond and happy face on Mammon’s face doesn’t match what had just said. 

Satan feels his stomach lurch as Mammon keeps smiling at him and touching his cheek with such care, it almost makes him tremble under the older’s touch. The other brothers watching the scene gape at Mammon with horror, a nasty feeling in their stomach start bubbling up when they hear Mammon say that Satan. 

“Ya were so defenseless, nothing to defend yerself with.” Mammon continues, his smile still plastered on. 

Satan can feel a chill running down his spine when he feels Mammon running his thumb over his cheek, he didn’t know what to do, he was frozen in his spot as his stomach bubbles up a small amount of anxiety in him. The blond didn’t want to believe what Mammon had previously said, didn’t want to remember what he had said, but it can’t be done, since that sentence had already been engraved in his heart and soul.

“I dunno why I let ya live.” Mammon says softly, placing a soft kiss on Satan’s head. 

The brothers feel their stomach drop to what Mammon had said, they were all horrified to what the older demon had said to their technically youngest brother. They were in disbelief that Mammon had said such a thing, it was basically impossible Mammon had even said it in the first place.

The former angels remembered how Mammon looked after Satan with care and love, always protecting the blond when he saw anything threatening to harm the youngest member. It was hard to believe that the Mammon who had raised Satan with such care, is now saying how he wished to have killed the youngest the moment he was in his tanned arms. 

Satan can feel his heart wrench when he stares at Mammon’s bright ocean eyes, the blond can feel his heart burn in sorrow and hurt. It hurts, that he can admit. The only person who was willing to raise him was basically telling him how he should have died all those years ago. Exactly what should he do with that information?

How long has Mammon been thinking that? How long has he been regretting the decision of letting Satan live? Was it always there? Or was it just a recent thought? The brothers asked themselves as they were still frozen in shock, unsure on what to say or how to proceed with this. 

The rest of the brothers can see the pure hurt and anguish in Satan’s eyes, which was understandable. After all, Mammon was the first person to accept Satan’s presence and the only one who raised him. They were unsure if Mammon wanted to kill Satan during that time or whether it was just a recent development. 

As they all stand there in shock with dread bubbling up their stomach, they can hear familiar footsteps coming closer to all of them. They all see the familiar black and dark locks of their eldest brother, his face already set on his usual frown as he stares at all of them.

Lucifer stares at them with a raised brow, wondering why the atmosphere of this room was strained. The eldest wonders why all the 5 youngest of the family have tensed expressions, while the 2nd oldest had a smile on his face and was heavily drunk. 

“Someone enlighten me as to what is going on.” Lucifer sternly asks all of them. 

The younger demons glances at each other with unsure expressions, not really knowing how to explain what happened just a few minutes prior. Satan stays silent, biting his lips as he tears his gaze away from Mammon and onto the floor, his nails digging into his palms. 

Lucifer waits for them to explain, but he sees Mammon jump out of Beelzebub’s arms and starts running towards him. Lucifer feels his torso being tightly hugged by Mammon and he looks down to see ocean blue eyes looking straight at him. Mammon smiles widely at him as he tightens his hug and Lucifer can smell the demonus on his younger brother.

“Lucifer!” Mammon says happily as he laughs brightly. Lucifer can’t help but soften. 

The younger brothers look at their two oldest brothers, the dread in their stomach still bubbling and not going away. They can’t tell if Mammon is truly happy to see Lucifer, or his drunk brain is making him all giddy. 

Mammon snuggles his face onto Lucifer’s shoulder, feeling comfortable and soft, holding onto his older brother, a smile still plastered on the white haired male’s face. Lucifer can’t help but softly pat Mammon’s back, feeling endeared by Mammon’s cuddly side.

“I wish I stayed with Micheal instead of ya.” Mammon suddenly says as he faces Lucifer with a smile.

Lucifer immediately freezes, the atmosphere of the room becoming more cold and tense. The younger brothers stare at their older brothers’ with cautious expressions, they all know how Lucifer feels about Micheal and how Mammon carried trauma from the archangel.

Mammon smiles as he pats Lucifer on the cheek, a small laugh escaping his lips. “If I hadn’t followed ya, I woulda still be an angel.” He says softly.

Guilt washes over Lucifer. He knows that it was his fault that he dragged his brothers down with him, dragged his precious younger brothers to a place that would taint their purity, transforming them into beings controlled by their sins. That guilt of dragging his younger brothers away from purity and onto corruption will always be embedded into his heart, making sure he doesn’t forget what he’s done.

Reminding him of the failure he had done all those years ago. 

Mammon leans his head onto Lucifer’s chest, not noticing the erratic beating of his heart. “Being with Micheal will always be something I loathe.” He says, a soft smile plastered on his face.

“But, staying with ya, Lucifer? It hurts more than what Micheal ever did to me.” Mammon says, his voice soft and warm, as if what he’s saying isn’t ripping Lucifer’s heart to shreds.

The younger demons stare at Mammon with appalled expressions, disbelief running through their heads as they listen to what Mammon had said. They were in shock, not wanting to believe that their brother, the one who hates Micheal more than witches, is saying that Lucifer is worse than he was.

Levi knew bits and pieces about Mammon’s past with Micheal, the indigo haired male knows that Mammon isn’t their actual brother, but Micheal’s. He knows that Mammon was given to Lucifer when Micheal’s abuse towards Mammon was discovered by Simeon, making Mammon part of their family.

The rest of the brothers weren’t created when Mammon was given to Lucifer, but it was inevitable that they were going to question why Mammon was scared of Micheal and how the white haired male looks almost identical to the archangel. 

They were briefed slightly about Mammon’s past, but they don’t know the deeper and more detailed parts of the story. The only ones who know what actually happened beyond that, were Mammon and Lucifer.

So, hearing that their older brother who was personally hurt by Micheal, saying that Lucifer hurts him more than what Micheal ever did, was information they didn’t know what to do with. They were speechless.

Mammon faces Lucifer once again, both of his palms are on Lucifer’s cheeks as he smiles brightly at him. Lucifer looks at him with a devastated expression, his eyebrows pinched together as his ruby eyes continue to stare at the beautiful oceanic and sapphire eyes.  

The white haired male caresses Lucifer’s cheek with care. “I thought that if I chose ya, I’d be happy. But ya just ruined me instead.” Mammon says with a soft giggle, like a child who just got candy.

“Yer worse than Micheal, Lucifer.” Mammon whispers with happiness, his smile soft and warm, not matching the things he’s saying. 

Something lodges itself into Lucifer’s throat, his chest heavy and making it hard to breathe as he continues to gaze into those bright blue eyes. He can feel his tongue becoming heavy as he tries to say something, but it gets stuck in his throat instead. 

What was he supposed to say? 

Mammon told him that he was worse than the person they both hate and loathe with their entire beings, being compared to Micheal this way isn’t something Lucifer wants to hear or ever want to acknowledge. But he can’t ignore it when it’s Mammon who’s saying it, not when Mammon’s saying it to him so sweetly. Lucifer can feel his throat burn as he realizes that he’s become the exact monster that destroyed Mammon. 

Dread bubbles up in Lucifer’s stomach as he imagines Mammon seeing Micheal’s appearance instead of his, seeing Micheal in his features, seeing Micheal when he disciplines him. The thought brings him to a new level of disgust he’s ever felt, his throat closing itself when he swallows. 

Desperately, Lucifer clutches one of Mammon’s hands on his cheeks. His ruby eyes staring at sapphire eyes as he tries to force the words out of his mouth.

“I love you, Mammon. I always will.” He chokes out.

Mammon softens at his words, his smile stretching at what Lucifer had said. “Micheal said the same thing after he hurt me. Sayin’ it was for my own good.” He says, sweetly smiling at him.

A piece of Lucifer breaks as Mammon tells him that information.His heart breaking as his brain screams at him for becoming exactly like Micheal, a being worse than anything Lucifer had ever known, a piece of angel shit that Mammon sees in him. 

Being told he’s exactly like Micheal is a new low for Lucifer. How many times has he failed his brothers already? How much more is he going to become a failure for his family? 

He’s no different than that bastard Micheal. And that just tears him apart. 

Mammon lets go of Lucifer and turns away from him, skipping as he makes his way to the stairs, a hum leaving his lips. The brothers watch him move away from them, their forms stiff as they watch the white haired male. Mammon makes it to the stairs and turns to them with a smile. 

“I wish I abandoned all of ya. Ya made me more miserable than I ever was.” He says with the biggest smile, as if what he said didn’t smack all of them in the face.

Mammon giggles as he goes up the stairs, leaving his brothers behind when he happily waddles away. Not realizing that he had just ripped their hearts to shreds.

End note: I was actually planning on writing the aftermath of this situation, but got lazy lmao.

So here's what I was planning to put for the aftermath:

Mammon remembers what he did last night and tries to talk abt why he said it. Brothers find out abt Mammon having these negative thoughts, but doesnt mean it, cuz he loves them. He explains that the mistreatment he's getting from them is making him think this way.

The anger and sadness is making him conjure up bad thoughts and make him say shit he doesnt mean, like what he did last night

Blah blah blah, the brothers get their shit together for Mammon and they get their happily ever after ending as a family

[sindulgence666]

Mc is a modern witch 5

Summary: Unlike Solomon or the witches that the brother have interacted with, in the human realm MC is much like the modern witches we nowadays know: bottle spells, deity work, divination… just plain energy work with the help from the universe. However, since their arrival to the Devildom MC notices how their magickal abilities are stronger and the brothers seem to notice it too.

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this is a long and boring ass chapter, the next one will be better! I just didn't know how to continue without this part! I promise the next one is better ❤︎ If you have any suggestions please tell me! Levi is acting more like the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy instead of the shut-in, for those of you who might say he’s OOC!

Warnings: none.

Characters: Beel, MC, Levi, Mammon

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Doing as Leviathan had told you, you head to the kitchen. As soon as you approach the accorded place, the sounds of someone chewing and gulping down something makes you stop on your track.

Silence.

A moment passes, and the first idea that crosses your mind is to leave, pretending not to have seen nor heard anything. However…

— Not so fast. —A voice that definitely doesn't belong to Leviathan calls out to you.— Are you going to pretend like you didn't see me here, or is it that you're planning to go tell on me?

…

— Meh, I guess it doesn't matter either way. —A sigh of relief escapes your lips.— Anyway, what're you doing in the kitchen so late?

— I was hungry —you’re quick to come up with an excuse for the tall demon.

— Ah, you’re hungry? That makes two of us, then. —The orange-haired demon stops for a few seconds just to keep talking.— Oh, but the refrigerator's empty. I already ate everything in there.

Your eyes stay on him, as if you were waiting for him to just leave.

— What? Is there something you wanted to talk to me about?

The energy in the room suddenly drops. Going to the kitchen to meet Levi maybe wasn't the best idea. Did he forget? Where was him? What could you possibly ask?

— About your brothers… aren’t you supposed to be seven? What about the seventh-…?

— Now, don't you ever mention him in front of Lucifer. —He growls at you and you yelp at the sudden change in his attitude.— This isn’t any of your business, human. I’m leaving. I've already eaten everything that was in the refrigerator anyway.

And so, the Avatar of Gluttony takes his leave. Now, you're alone again with you, yourself and…

— Hey, MN! —Someone calls your nickname

— … Is that you, God?

— What? Seriously? —Ah, the annoyance in his voice makes him recognizable. There he is; finally Leviathan appears.— No, dumbass! Here!

Your gaze scans the room until you find him hiding. At this point, you don't even ask about it. The Avatar of Envy asks about what you heard from Lucifer and he starts looking vehemently for something in the freezer. It would be ridiculous if the credit card was actually-…

— So it really was frozen! —The third born takes out a huge block of ice with a card in it, putting it in the microwave to thaw it.

He was just about to say how stupid he was for not thinking about it earlier when…

— What’s with all the racket, you two?… HEY, wait a minute! There in the microwave… that looks like Goldie! Get it outta there before the microwave demagnetizes it and makes it useless!

Levi and you both look at each other and you take the plastic out of the microwave.

— Levi you idiot!

— Hmm, are you SURE you should be talking to me like that, Mammon?

In a matter of seconds, the bickering starts between the two demons. You prefer to stay as a bystander of their arguing, at least until…

— ..wait, WHAT?! Why d'ya want ME to make a РАСТ?! —The white haired demon suddenly raised his voice— Levi I can't believe you'd go through all this trouble! It’s just money!

— Excuse me? Remind me again which one of us tossed aside what little pride he had left, all to get his hands on a credit card?

— Hey, you shut up! And you, human! What're ya thinking, lettin' Levi use you like this? Are you stupid? Go on, say somethin'!

Leviathan was clearly annoyed before, but now he was angry. How could he refer to you as stupid? He was not using you! (Maybe he was, in some kind of way! He was trying to help you and himself too! The third born and you exchange looks for a brief second before you open your mouth again.

— Make a pact with me, Mammon.

— UH-UH, NO WAY! NOT INTERESTED!

Oh Luuucifeeer! Mammon's here unfreezing his credit caaaard!

— I mean, of course l'lI make a pact with you, human! I'd be thrilled to!

And just like that, your first pact ever with a demon is forged. A burning sensation installs itself in your skin, but your mind is stuck trying to comprehend what just happened. You just made a pact. With one of the seven avatars of the seven deadly sins. With one of the most powerful demons to ever exist. With a demon that was not Leviathan nor Lucifer.

With…

With a demon that was not Leviathan nor Lucifer! How did that happen!? Why did that happen!?

— Devildom calling to MC, are you there? —A distant voice rings in your ears.— MN? MC? Hello!?

Blink

Blink

Blink

Leviathan's room.

When did you go to his room? Why are you…? How? Just a few seconds ago you were in the kitchen and…

— Lord Leviathan… —You're not speaking casually to your friend. You’re hurt. You're speaking to the demon you trusted; to the demon that always comforted you and held you when you cried.— why Mammon?

The question goes unresolved, so you try to reformulate it.

— Why did my first pact ever had to be with Mammon, a demon I barely know and not with you, who I admire and love dearly?

A couple of seconds are spent in silence before the Admiral gathers the courage to speak and explain himself.

— Look, I know it may have seemed as if I used it to my advantage… —You look down to your feet in fear.— But I’m trying to protect you, I really am

Your brows furrow as you look up at him again, tilting your head to the side in confusion. Protecting you?

— Think about it, MN. You are in literal hell, surrounded by demons who want to eat you and devour your soul. I can't be by your side at all times, but Mammon has to. He has to protect you, and with a pact you can make sure he actually does his job.

He takes your hands in his and looks directly into your eyes.

— Why does it bother you that much?

— Because I wanted you to be my first demon!

Leviathan freezes. He blinks once, twice, thrice…

Did he listen well? Did you really…?

— I wanted us to have a pact, but you always said I wasn't ready for something like that and now you make me do a pact with a sin I don't even relate to! What's this all about!? —You sob

— So do you want to?

Your lips stop moving and you look at the demon. He is looking aside and his cheeks are fiercely red. He is clearly embarrassed and making his best effort to mantain his composture.

— Do you want to make a pact with me, MN?

[zuzuhasablog]

ANIME MASTERLIST

Author's Note : these are old works so forgive me for anything lmao 💀🙏 REQUESTS ARE OPEN BTW ! I'll do anything as long as I've seen the show but I'll put some samples down below, smut is welcome

everything is below the cut !

HAIKYUU!! ハイキュ—！！

♡ what they'd wear IRL (Tsukki, Omi) HEADCANNONS

♡ FIRST DATE (omi, iwa, suna) FLUFF?

♡ you're here, i finally have you in my arms (oikawa) ANGST TO FLUFF

♡ how they kiss u (oikawa, iwa, suna, omi, 'sumu, 'samu) SUGGESTIVE FLUFF?? (and lots of simping)

Obey Me! Shall We Date?

♡ obey me cuddles (beel, lucifer, satan) FLUFF, ATTEMPTED HUMOR?

My Hero Academia

Jujutsu Kaisen

Bungou Stray Dogs

The Great Pretender

Attack on Titan

Saiki K

Wotakoi: Love is Hard for Otaku

Sk8 the Infinity

Black Clover

[radnewspaperroom]

I love when things like this happen, but why is it always when I'm cleaning?

I had a scene idea while cleaning again:

The Ballroom scene from Anastasia, but MC in the castle of the demon king.

They come to answer summons from Barbatos and when Little D is leading them through the halls, they pause and sneak into the ballroom, enchanted by the whisps of ghostly figures they see.

Once in there, the phantoms vanish, but a sense of deja Vu is too strong to ignore, they reach out with their magic and lingering traces of familiar beings echo back to them like feathers on skin.

It's not the same, but also is the same. They begin a dance they can't recall, their magic bursting at the seams to run wild for once. They release it, a memory of a dream they once had of a party and someone dancing with them across the floor. Elegant and smooth, laced with danger and threat under the ecstasy of touch long ignored and denied.

An outfit made of the same shimmering dust covers their clothes, far too detailed and well made to be mere imagination. It flows with them in a way that was just made for them, their height and weight, their length and shape. Lovingly tailored and worn.

The dance continues, swapping partners across the floor, their head swaying with elation and freedom. Until a pair of cool, watchful eyes make contact with their own. Not a phantom conjured with magic, but flesh and blood.

Barbatos is watching from slightly behind a pillar with interest as the dust like figures dissipate without a steady stream of magic to fuel their forms.

MC straightens their assistant uniform and bows, slightly embarrassed but mostly afraid of reprimand. But the demon merely smiles in his all knowing way and gestures for them to follow, the young master must not be kept waiting.

[actualyoyo]

I’m so stupid for the idea of lucifer playing the piano omg. Like it’s so simple but just singing well he plays!!!!(!(!!$/837;837: all cute and look at his face and his eyes look down and his lashes so long and he looks so calm right now just getting lost in the notes and keys!!!!! And humming the song with him and it’s just so fucking domestic oh-em-gee!!!!?!:$:@4&948:828;9;

[demonvibez]

Impulsive

Characters: Lord Diavolo x GN! Reader Rating: Teen Tags: comfort, fluff, gn reader, MC uses magic, kissing Word Count: 4.3k+ A/N: Happy (Belated) Birthday to My Sweet Prince, Lord Diavolo ♡ I'd give him all three realms if I could, but for now, I'll settle for sharing this silly little fluff fic. This may be my favorite thing I've written so far, so I hope you all enjoy it as well!

Late was the hour at the House of Lamentation, when you find yourself tossing and turning in your slumber, your mind currently pulled into the depths of a rather vivid nightmare. It was one of those nightmares that just feels so real, filling your senses and sending you running from the unknown terror, your heart pounding as you run deeper into what looks like the House but feels like a maze. Surely there aren't this many hallways when you're awake?! And so many doors! You run to the end of the hall, ripping open the large double doors and running into the next...which seems eerily identical to the last. Except when you get to the end of the hall this time, you run into a dead end. Panic now striking your heart you turn to the window, only for it to vanish as you touch it. A crimson ooze begins to drip down the walls, and you can feel the shadow entity getting closer, your breathing becoming more erratic as your back presses into the corner. You're trapped. Something reaches out towards you from the abyss, it's sharp claws coming into view the closer it gets.

Just before it can grab you by the neck, you fully awaken from your night terror, pushing yourself to sit up in bed so that you may try to catch your breath. You hyperventilate for a moment, grabbing your chest with one hand as the other maintains a tight grip on the bed sheets as your eyes quickly dart around the room. You're awake, and you're okay. You snap your fingers to magically turn the lights up, so that you may inspect the room closer. Nothing on the walls - and you let out a relieved sigh. You sit with yourself for a moment, in an effort to allow your breathing to return to normal, before flinging your legs over the side of the bed and standing up. You cross the room and make your way over to the window near your desk. Reaching out to touch the window, a slight hesitation makes your hand tremble. As your fingertips touch the cool pane of the glass, you breathe out an even bigger sigh of relief. The window didn't disappear this time - you are definitely safe and back in your own reality.

So, why can't you shake this eerie feeling? That same looming anxiety that filled your mind as you were being chased by the shadow creature. You shake your head, trying to just will it away, as you pick up your jacket from the back of a chair and pull it on. You cross your arms to hug yourself as you walk back over to your bedside table. Eyeing your DDD on the charger, you reach down to pick it up, unlocking it and opening the contacts in one fluid motion. Before you can even process what you are doing, you are already dialing a number, the phone pressed to your ear as you sit down at the edge of the bed. It's not until you hear his voice at the other end of the line do you really register just what you're doing. The Future King of the Devildom murmurs your name, a slight hint of concern lacing his voice - he's surprised to hear from you at this time of night. 

"Is something wrong? Are you alright," he asks you. He has no idea that the sound of his voice alone is so soothing to you. You let out a shaky breath that you had no idea you were holding, scooting back on the bed so that you can lean against the wall.

"Y-yeah...I'm okay...I-" you cut yourself off, your eyes briefly widening. Are you really bothering Lord Diavolo with your foolish little problems? It was just a nightmare, and you're awake now. You're sure the Prince has way more important things to worry about than the silly night terrors of a human. "I'm so sorry for bothering you, I know you must be busy wi-" he cuts you off by saying your name once again, this time with a slightly firmer tone.

"I've told you time and time again that you may come to me for anything, at any time," he reminds you. Softening his tone, he exhales before continuing, "Please. Tell me, what's wrong?" He truly meant it when he said you can come to him for anything. It warms his heart to think about you coming to him for help, especially when you have so many demons around you that are also willing to give you the world.

"It's...I just...it's gonna sound really stupid..." you trail off, as you fidget with the hem of one of your blankets.

"I assure you, nothing you could possibly say to me is ever going to be 'stupid.'" As you let out another exhausted sigh, you can hear the squeaking of his desk chair as he leans back against it. Lord Diavolo has always been very sweet to you, doing his best to accommodate all of your needs since you've dropped down into his realm. He always seems to have the answer to your problems, especially the more massive ones - what will it hurt to vent to him now?

"I...had a rather vivid nightmare. It felt so real to me..." You begin to describe your nightmare in great detail, not holding back any of the emotions that came along with it. Retelling this graphic tale almost makes you feel as though you are reliving it, and the crack in your voice pierces Diavolo's heart as you try to hold back tears while you finish your story. "And then I woke up," you say with a sniffle, "I guess I was quite shaken by it all, and I called you because...well, it was kind of an impulse to be honest, but I think I just really wanted to hear your voice," you admit, a rosy blush painting your cheeks. You were a bit glad Lord Diavolo couldn't see you right now - you aren't sure, but you probably look like a bit of a mess. Something else you are unaware of, is exactly how much your admission has effected the Young Prince. The idea that you instinctively sought him out for comfort is enough to get his heart racing, and now it is time for him to act on impulse - which is something he is rather good at.

"I'll be by the House of Lamentation to pick you up soon," he declares, the sound of his chair scuffing the floor ringing out across the phone line. Your eyes widen, and you jump up to stand on your bed in surprise.

"Uhhh...excuse me, WHAT?!?" There's no way he's serious. You hear his signature laugh, and now you know he's not joking.

"I'm coming to pick you up! A change of scenery is always a good idea after a nightmare - especially when the nightmare occurs where you're trying to sleep. I'll just leave a note for Lucifer, and bring you back to the Castle. This is going to be so much fun," he says excitedly. An impromptu sleepover with the Future King of the Devildom does sound like a fun idea - but doesn't he have more important things to do than to entertain you?

"Lord Dia-"

"AH! What did I say about using my titles when it's just us?" You can't help but to let out a tiny giggle, and it sends his heart over the Devildom moon.

"Okay, you're right. I'm sorry. I just don't want to be a burden on you. It's late, and I'm sure you have more important things to-"

"Nonsense," he cuts you off again. How can you possibly think you could ever be a burden to him? "I had just finished my work for the night when you called, and Barbatos hasn't even started the tea yet. We are just going to quickly portal over to you, and bring you back. It will be no trouble for us at all. Please, let me help you." Please, just let him take care of you. If you could see the look in his eyes right now, you'd see how much he yearns to pamper you with all of his affections. You spend so much time time and energy taking care of all of your demons, he wants so badly to be the one doing the same for you. Let him show you that he can be there for you, that he is capable of being your protector - even if it's from terrors created by your own mind.

"Okay...if you're really sure, then I'm game. Can you just give me like...five minutes?" He honestly doesn't have to ask you twice to hang out, you'll take any excuse to see Diavolo. You don't want to inconvenience him, but he's insisting, so why not take the gorgeous golden-eyed demon up on his offer? And even if you won't be able to fall back asleep, at least you'll have his company; his perfect smile, his soothing voice, the warm embrace of his hugs...

Before the Prince can even answer, he hears the sound of you jumping off of your bed and running around in your room. He can't help but to let out a small chuckle at how cute he thinks you are. He would tell you that there's no need to bother yourself, that you may come as you are - but as he finds himself in front of his own mirror, straightening his tie and hand-combing his hair, he relates to wanting to look impressionable for the person you're so deeply in love with. He's unsure if you return his feelings, but the idea of you scrambling around your room just to look cute for him for a surprise date has heat rising to his cheeks - which is ironic, seeing as you're doing exactly that.

"Of course! I'll send you a text just before we head over," he replies. Just after saying your goodbyes and hanging up, you race to your bathroom to freshen up your face. You had already tore off your jacket and discarded half of whatever other comfortable clothes you had worn to bed that night. Is this really about to happen?! Talk about a plot twist! One moment you're thrashing around in bed consumed with your nightmares, and the next your about to be picked up by the Future King to go hang out with him at the Demon Lord's Castle - your life can be such a rollercoaster at times.

You quickly wash your face at the sink, splashing the water in your face once more and staring into your owns eyes in the mirror, making sure this isn't also a dream. You've experienced nested dreaming a few times in your life, and it would sure as hell be disappointing if you weren't really about to see Diavolo. You shake your head, brushing off the thought, before turning off the water and exiting the bathroom.

You walk back across your room, and freeze in the doorway of your closet. The back of your closet is so dark - no matter how long you let your eyes adjust, the shadows casted in the back corners of the room still have this eerily ominous feeling. Your hand shakily reaches out towards the light switch, the hair on your arm standing up as anxiety courses through your veins. Just as you're about to flip the light switch on, a loud ding comes from your DDD, and you can't help but to jump. Your heart pounds in your chest for a few seconds before you remember why your phone had dinged - they must be on their way. Damn it! You're nowhere near ready! You flip the light on and start scrambling through your clothes, pulling out a pair of cute pajamas and putting them on. 

Just as you are pulling the bottoms up to your hips, you hear a slight cracking sound coming from the hallway, followed by a low humming noise. Barbatos' portal - they must be standing outside. Just as you arrive at the door, you hear a light knock, and you open it to find the Prince standing there in his RAD uniform, fist still raised to knock a second time. Behind him you can see Barbatos still in Diavolo's room, on the other side of the portal, his back turned to you as he sets a tray of sweets down on the glass coffee table by the bed. You look up at the gorgeous demon in front of you, and you can't help but to smile as your eyes connect with his. And the way he smiles back down at you, with a radiance brighter than any Celestial sun, is enough to make a small flurry of butterflies dance around in your stomach.

"Hey there! Ready to go?"

"Yeah, one second. Just need to grab my jacket real quick-" you go to turn around and pick up your jacket that you had previously thrown onto the floor, but Diavolo's voice interrupts you once again.

"There's no need," he says in his usually jovial tone, "I can have Barbatos light the fireplace if you'd like." Just then, you see the Butler turn around and nod at you, before speaking to you through the portal.

"Yes, and I have just started steeping a fresh pot of Hellfire Rose Tea. We have plenty of warm blankets, fresh from the dryer. You will not go cold in our care," says Barbatos, his lips curving upward in a knowing smile. For half a moment you wonder to yourself if he already knows what the course of tonight's events will be, but you don't really have too much time to wonder about that right now. 

"And of course, if all else fails, there is this." Looking down at his own chest, he starts unbuttoning his red RAD jacket. A blush creeps across your face as he unbuckles the golden belt and pulls the coat off of his large frame, holding it out for you to slide into. Your heart feels as though it is going to jump into your throat as you slide in your arms, the scent of Diavolo's cologne filling your senses as you pull the jacket tighter to your chest. The coat is rather baggy and long on you, but you feel so cozy that you don't even care. 

"Thank you so much for all of this, Dia," you say with a light blush still on your cheeks as you look up at him bashfully. Hearing the little nickname you've given him, the Young Prince can't help but to blush as well. No one has ever been so informal with him; he hopes you'll use it more, the sound of it coming from your lips like music to his ears. You move to try to take a step forward, but your feet accidentally step on the bottom of the coat, causing you to stumble forward a little.

"Oops, I suppose I didn't take that into account. Here, let me help you with that." And before you can even ask, Diavolo bends down and scoops you up in his arms. You let out a small yip as you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, your little human hands struggling to grip him through the oversized coat sleeves as he adjusts you in his hold. He turns around with you to walk back towards the portal, and you tap his shoulder to stop him for a moment.

"Wait! One sec..." With your right arm hooked around him, you raise your left, shaking it a bit so the sleeve falls down your arm. Your reach your hand out behind him, focusing all of your energy towards the DDD that you dropped on your bed earlier. You close your eyes, visualizing in your mind the phone rising up off the bed and floating into your hand. The more you focus on it, the stronger your intent becomes, and a surge of magical energy within you causes you to open your eyes back up just as the phone glides itself across the room and into your grasp. At the feeling of the phone's plastic case hitting your hand, your eyes widen in surprise as you let out a joyful laugh. "I can't believe it finally worked..." You show Diavolo the phone you just grabbed telekinetically, pride filling your chest and spreading to the smirk on your face.

"Nicely done! Seems as though your sorcery lessons are paying off." That same pride fills the Prince's chest, for you find new ways to surprise and impress him every day.

"Thanks, I've been working quite hard on that particular skill." You slide the phone into one of the coat's pockets before wrapping your arm back around him. He walks the two of you through the portal, and over towards the grey-striped couch next to his bed. The cracking noise of the portal closing rings out once again, the subsequent hum it produced now falling silent. The only sound currently filling the room is that of Barbatos arranging a tea set on the glass top of the coffee table, along with the slight squeak of the couch cushions as Diavolo sits down with you, setting you in his lap as he leans back into the corner of the couch. You unwrap your arms from around his neck, making yourself comfortable and leaning back against him, your cheek resting against his collar bone as you drape an arm across his torso. Diavolo wraps his arms around you, pulling you just a little bit closer, and your eyes flutter closed at the warm embrace. That is, until, you remember...

"Oh, fuck," you exclaim, your eyes snapping back open, "did we ever leave a note for Lucifer?" Sure, the Young Prince is best friends with the Avatar of Pride, but it's still usually better for you to ask for permission from Lucifer rather than forgiveness. The Morningstar is no stranger to handing down punishments - even to his favorite human. Diavolo looks down at you, and the look on your face must have been priceless, for you can feel the laughter building up and shaking his chest before ringing out into the open air.

"Yes, in fact, I sent him a text message before making my way over to you. The last thing we want is a concerned Lucifer tearing apart the realm looking for you." And the last thing Diavolo wants is an intrusion by the Eldest Demon Brother. Lucifer always prides himself on how well he looks after you, always stepping up to the plate when he is needed the most. And while he admires all of the traits that afford Lucifer's status as the Avatar of Pride and Right Hand of the Future King, Diavolo sometimes feels as though it hinders his ability to get closer to you. He does his best to mask his jealousy, but you don't miss the way he pulls you just a little bit tighter to his chest. You can feel a faint tingle coming from the location of Leviathan's pact mark, causing your eyebrows to slightly furrow. Was Lord Diavolo really feeling envious towards Lucifer? Over you? Your eyes quickly dart over to Barbatos, who is currently walking out of the bedroom door, most likely to fetch the pot of tea. As the sin continues to stimulate the sigil on your skin, you can only deduce that it must be Diavolo. 

"Indeed, the last thing we want is for our time together to be cut short," you say, looking up into those gorgeous honey eyes of his, "At this point, I'm kinda glad I had that stupid nightmare..." The way he gazes down at you, so loving and full of affection, causes your heart to start beating at a rapid pace. You aren't sure if you're reading the situation correctly, but the moment just feels so...right. Impulse has led you both to this exact moment, and into the arms of the demon you've been pining over for so long. Perhaps your instincts will be right again this time.

Your hand floats up to cup his cheek, and immediately you can feel him lean into your touch. You hear him murmur your name, spoken in a tone laced with a longing you hadn't heard from him before. You both lean into each other, your lips meeting in a kiss that you both felt like you had waited an eternity for - like you both had been trekking across a barren desert, and you finally found an oasis in each other. Your hands glide up so they lace through his hair, as he pulls you so you're facing him, his hands resting on your hips. You lightly nibble his bottom lip, at which you can feel his large hands give your hips a little squeeze, and he obliges you by deepening the kiss that you're both so entranced by. 

You're both so lost each in other's tender embrace, wanting so badly for the moment to continue on endlessly, that you don't even hear Barbatos re-enter the room. The Butler was really doing his best not to interrupt the two of you - he was happy to finally see the Young Master making progress with you, in regards to his admiration. Neither of you had heard the sounds of the door opening and closing shut, so he was a little surprised that the sound of the teaspoon clinking on the glass tabletop is what grabbed your attention. You jump a little bit, your nose bumping into his slightly, before looking over your shoulder to see Barbatos with an amused look on his face - you erupt into laughter, with the other two following soon after. 

"My apologies, I did not mean to interrupt the two of you. However, the tea is ready, along with a few snacks that I have prepared that I know you are both fond of." You give Diavolo a little peck on the cheek, causing him to have the goofiest grin in all three realms, before sliding off of his lap and sitting next to him. Your hands have a slight tremble from all of the excitement, and the last thing you want to do is spill scorching hot Hellfire Rose Tea all over Diavolo and yourself. You reach for the cup of tea Barbatos prepared for you, about to take a sip as the Butler hands a plate of sweets to the Prince.

"Would you like for me to enchant the tea? To ensure that your nightmares will cease," he asks, as he crosses the room to put some music on the record player, turning the volume down so that it may play in the background. 

"No," you say with a slight blush, your eyes darting to Diavolo from behind your teacup, "I have Dia now, so I think I'm good." You smirk as you take a sip, maintaining eye contact with Diavolo as he takes a bite into his Hellfire Mushroom Rolled Cigar Cookie, the blush spreading across his tan face as your words sink in.

The two of you spend quite a bit of time together that night, just sitting in each other's arms and talking about everything and nothing. It started off just chatting in more detail about the contents of your nightmare, but quickly digressed into talking of your fears, your dreams, your ambitions, your aspirations. Diavolo has never connected with another being like this before, and he's all the more glad he gets to grow such a connection with you. And while he listens to your voice, he comes to the realization that there's no one else he'd rather bare his infernal soul to in all three realms. His visions of the future always have you in it, and he couldn't be happier to hear that you feel the same way. You both continue to exchange stories of your fondest memories, making plans to create new memories together in the future. 

Just as Diavolo gets halfway though his story - one of the many tales of him causing chaos to then sneak out of the Castle - he feels the weight of your cheek fall against his shoulder. Your breathing steady and one of your hands gripping his shirt as you accidentally fall asleep in his lap. Between his soothing voice, the soft lull of the music, and feeling completely safe in his arms, you couldn't help but to drift off to dreamland. And he can't help but to just sit and watch you for a moment; you look so beautifully at peace in your slumber, he wants to etch it into his mind permanently. He eventually picks you up as gently as possible - you only stir once or twice. The first time at the motion of him picking you up; the second when he sets you down on his bed and you subconsciously miss the feeling of his warm embrace as he goes to quickly change his clothes. 

He slides into bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him, your back pressing up against his chest. As your feel his warmth envelop you, you turn over to face him, one of your arms wrapping around him as well while you're only half awake. He lays on his back, pulling you on top of him, and you lightly nuzzle his chest and mumble an 'I love you' before you fall back fully asleep again. Diavolo's heart feels so full - he never knew three simple words could mean so much to him. He presses a kiss into the top of your head before laying back and shutting his eyes, happier than he's ever been in his life. And while he doesn't want you having anymore nightmares, he'd give anything to spend the rest of his nights like this with you.

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[gloryofluv]

Burning of the Façade Ch 6

I have forgotten to post the last 4 chapters (oops) hehehe it's getting a bit steamy!

[the-lady-writes-what]

How the Brothers react to you riding them, Beel

Pretty much All Porn/No Plot, so minors be warned (and stay out)

Content: face sitting, food play, praise + body worship (receiving)

These are all my own head canons. Don’t be mean about it. 

Lucifer Asmo Levi Mammon Belphie Satan

🔞NSFW Content Below! 18+ Only! Minors DNI!🔞

Headcanons:

I think Beel is an ass man. Personally, I think he likes a soft stomach and thick thighs as well. He espeically loves to grope your cheeks (and I don't mean your face) while you're sitting on him

Food. We're talking about the Avatar of Gluttony. Food play is on the metaphorical table

I'm not saying he has poor stamina, but I feel like Beel (in my personal opinion but you're free to have any valid headcanons of your own) has to work up an appetite for sex.

And the best way to do that is to sit on his face. I mean it. He loves it. No matter how big you think you are, he's going to have the strength to keep you there. You're not going to suffocate him, I promise. Besides you're going to need it.

I think Beel isn't very big, but he is very girthy

He's not known for being very noisy in the bedroom. Beel in general seems to me a quiet kind of person. It doesn't make much sense to me that he'd make a lose of noise or be a loud grunter in bed. He makes a little bit of noise, but not a lot.

Snacks afterwards

"Belphie is going to be working on a school project with Levi and Asmo all night. So...if you want to come over?"

Say less.

It wasn't often that you and Beel got his room all to yourselves. Belphie would usually be sleeping in his bed while you guys slept in Beel's. Having his twin in the same room more often than not killed the mood. You couldn't get horny while Belphie was just a few feet away. The one time you two got all hot and bothered under the covers, Belphie's snoring disrupted any plans of sex. Whether it was accidental or on purpose, the mood died. Most of the time, Beel managed to sneak into your room when you slept there and do the deed there, but your bed was small for the pair of you.

After dinner when the other brothers left the table to be off to their own devices, you scurried your room and grabbed a couple things you might need. When you arrived at Beel's room, the same one he shared with his twin, he appeared in the doorway as if he'd been there since he left the dinner table. You didn't even need to knock when the bedroom door swung open. There was a slight blush to his cheeks.

"Hey," said Beel.

"Hey." You repeated.

You both glanced up and down the hallway to make sure nobody saw you go in. When it seemed the coast was clear, you slipped inside. The bedroom was dimly lit with a few cherry scented candles littered about the room. Belphie's side of the bedroom was mercifully void of Belphie. You smiled to yourself before Beel kissed you.

No matter what size you were, Beel could lift you off your feet. He was stronger than ten oxen. The Avatar of Gluttony had well-fed muscles to pick you up. Beel did just that. You gave out a squeak of surprise when Beel bent down to crook his arm behind your knees, pull you up, and carry you to the bed. The upper blankets were peeled back in anticipation. Spread out on the sheet were bowls of fruit, honey, and whipped cream.

"Is this dessert?" You ask.

Beel answered, in part, by kissing your shoulder as his large, rough hands worked free the buttons of your shirt.

"You're my dessert." Beel murmured against your skin.

You turned around and faced him, putting your arms on his shoulders. You pushed his jacket off. The kissing resumed. Your mouths parted only long enough for you to take Beel's shirt off. In return, Beel slid off your blouse. Where your clothes ended up, you couldn't care less. Layer after layer, you both got naked. You carefully moved onto the bed while trying not to tip over any of the bowls. Beel joined you, though he had to be a bit more careful than you.

Skin to skin, hands roved each other's bodies. You delighted in the bumps and muscles on Beel while he admired your everything. Perhaps this wasn't the time to take things slow as Belphie could make a surprise visit or come back early at any minute. But you wanted to be touched and loved on and worshiped by your demon lover in his own large bed instead of making due with your much smaller one. There was space aplenty as Beel often liked to toss and turn in his sleep.

Beel daubed a fat strawberry into the cream to feed you. He ate two himself but licked the whipped cream that you'd forgotten from the corner of your mouth. He fed you more strawberries and fruit, sometimes forgoing the cream or honey and sometimes not. You flicked your tongue agianst his fingers every time he fed you, teasing his fingertips. With the last strawberry, you licked his fingers clean and sucked on them. A burning heat rose in Beel's eyes. He dipped his fingers into the honey and put aside the bowls on his bedside table. His sticky fingers made a beeline for your honey pot (puns very much intended). You gasped. The sensation was a little unwelcome. Sticky was not what you should probably have down there.

But, before you could protest much further, Beel pulled you to him. He laid on his back. His large hands pulled you by the hips towards his face. You squatted down after putting a pillow beneath his neck. Beel held you down by the hips. His tongue and lips licked and worshiped your pussy. Even after he lapped the honey clean off your most sensitive area, Beel still hadn't had his fill. You gripped the headboard until your knuckles ached. You rocked your cunt against his face, riding it.

"Beel, Beel," you chanted. "Don't stop. Don't you dare stop!"

He hummed against your skin. Beel moved his hands from your hips to your ass. He squeezed your cheeks with both hands while helping you rock against his mouth. The room filled with the sounds of you moaning and whimpering and calling out his name. Your toes curled as pleasure shot down your spine. Beel's tongue drove you up and over the edge. You came crashing down with a loud moan, arching your back, and bucking against his face. You creamed all over his mouth. Beel slurped it up before finally letting you off.

Boneless, Beel settled you on top. He slipped you down to his crotch. You knew what he wanted. You reached down to help slip his hard cock inside your slippery cunt. It was easy impaling yourself on him now that you were so wet. What he lacked in length, Beel more than made up for it by spreading you open. It was enough to make you lean your head back as he bottomed out inside you.

Beel let you take the lead. You lifted your hips and came down again, impaling yourself over and over on his cock. Beel reached for you and grabbed you by the hips. He spread his fingers over your flesh and held on. Beel grunted softly as you rode him.

"So, so good, MC. You feel so good."

Beel sat up. His arms were like temple columns around your waist as he pulled you to his chest. Your nipples rubbed against him as picked up the pace, going faster. Your mouths met in a kiss. Beel tightened his hold on you and started moving with you. He thrust upwards, making you see stars.

You broke away from the kiss. Your mouth feel open, first with a sigh, then moaning. Skin against skin, flesh against flesh, Beel pounded you from under you. Your nails dug into his shoulders knowing full well that he could take it. Your human nails couldn't be a match for such a strong demon lord.

"You're perfect, MC." Beel growled against your skin. He bucked up into you harder. His mouth latched onto your breast. He switched between them as he suckled and nibbled on them.

"B-Beel, I'm...I'm close!"

"Me too."

Beel wouldn't let you go. You matched his pace, driving his cock deeper, faster into your body. White hot pleasure shot down your spine. As if sensing the approaching climax, Beel held you close, rocking his hips into yours as hard and fast as he could. You shuddered as you cried out. You gushed around him. Goosebumps prickled your skin as you came down. Beel kissed your shoulder with an open mouth. His mouth sucked on your skin with his teeth lightly grazing it. He groaned as he bit into crux where you shoulder met your neck. His body stuttered beneath you, thrusting upwards a handful of times before burying to the hilt. Beel squeezed you as he filled you up. When he finally released you, he kissed your mouth pushed your hair out of the way.

"Beautiful," he said before kissing you again.

[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.

[xxgrimml0vrxx]

a/n sorry I’ve been gone for so long, life is crazy but here’s more Mammon stuff that’s been heavy on my mind 𓄿

⚠️warnings⚠️ breeding, afab reader (no pronouns but the word ‘pussy’) Mammon being greedy.

Mammon has a breeding kink and I will not be argued with. he just does.

Especially in spring, (February to May is when crows typically breed and nest) his mind filled with thoughts of bending you over anywhere and stuffing you with his cum.

He’ll even freeze mid-conversation imagining you plump and round with a child. his child. In his pretty little human.

He’ll go fucking feral for it.

“That’s my good human.....ya look so good underneath me treasure~” Mammon moans as he pounds himself into you.

You don’t remember how many times you’ve cum by now, tears running down your face as you gasp and moan trying desperately to catch your breath.

Mammon just laughs softly as he presses soft kisses to your chapped lips and sweaty face.

The fucked out look on your face makes his cock throb, and he has to look away before he cums too quickly.

Mammon presses his body into yours, face in your neck. His fast thrusts speed up again, the room finning with the sound of sweaty sink slapping against skin.

“If only ya knew what you did to me. You know how crazy this little pussy makes me? Do ya know how bad I need ya sugar? ‘m tellin’ ya it feels like I’m addicted to you….” His voice is low and breathy right in your ear and you whine, nodding your head…..but then again your brain is too fuzzy to really make out what he’s saying.

Mammon laughs again and then bites down on the junction between your neck and your shoulder. It’s what sends you over the edge once more, and milks him dry, moaning each other’s name as you cum together.

Mammon is still shuddering for a full minute after his orgasm. And his cock is still hard inside you, “Ya didn’t think we were done did ya treasure?”

[sindulgence666]

MC is terrified of earthquakes

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So, yesterday the EAS here went off and nearly gave me a heart attack. It wasn't even a strong earthquake but… PTSD sure loves giving me a hard time!! I was seeking comfort in reading something like this but I couldn't find anything similar!:( So I decided to write it myself

Warnings: mentions of earthquakes (duh), mild cursing

Characters: Seven demon brothers

Category: Bulleted List

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Lucifer

The first one to tell you to calm down

Definitely will get annoyed if you don't hold it together

He'll think you're exaggerating

Until he sees that you’re not; you're genuinely trembling, frozen in place as silent tears slide down your cheeks

If he can't make you snap back into reality with words, it's highly likely that he'll grab your arm and drag you to a safe place

That, or he’ll carry you himself

Definitely wants to talk to you about your reaction after everything has calmed down

He’s always the first to rush to you when needed and actually help (sorry Mammon!)

Mammon

I’m not really sure about how he’d handle an earthquake

BUT we all know he is really vocal about ANYTHING

He’s probably one of the people that always screams and yells shit like “WE'RE GONNA DIE”

Which is TERRIBLE for you, freezing you in place even more, or making you cry harder

He has to hold himself together in order to help you, but it’s really difficult when neither of you are good in situations like that

In his own panic, he tries to help but probably ends up making things worse

Either Lucifer or Satan have to come to your rescue

Leviathan

Another vocal one, but at least he won't directly scream that you are all going to die

Maybe he is, but he’d definitely be waaaay more concerned about all his collector items in his room falling off the shelves.

Another nervous wreck; you probably don’t want to be with him in an earthquake. Chances are, he'll make you feel even worse.

He really tries his best to help you, but…

Yeah, it doesn’t go exactly well

Better leave things like that to other of his brothers

Satan

Along with Lucifer, probably the safest demon to be with in case of an emergency

The difference between him and the prideful demon is, Satan won't immediately think you’re exaggerating

He can definitely feel your genuine fear and thus is able to act quickly

Straight up carries you to the safest point and stays with you at all times, soothing you and trying to help you calm down

He’d even take you to his room after things have calmed down so you don't have to be all by yourself

He’d read you to sleep, or at least until you feel calmer!

Asmodeus

Very afraid of earthquakes too

But not enough to stay frozen in place

His first reaction (besides yelling “earthquake!”) is to grab your wrist and dash out of the building

Hugs you and gently pets your hair as the floor beneath you moves, trying to soothe you

He won't let go of you even after everything calms down

He'll take you to his room with the excuse of having a self care day after all that stress

It’s his way of making sure you are okay

Beelzebub

It’s been said in the story that Beel’s stomach rumbling has been confused with an earthquake…

Maybe does not notice at first, until he quite literally smells your fear

That's all it takes for him to enter into a very protective mood. He’ll scoop you up into his arms and will either take you to a safe place or fly to stay away from the ground

He doesn’t need to ask about your reasons to be so afraid; probably you don't want to talk about it

He'll stay with you as long as you need it, no questions asked

He will protect you.

Belphegor

For the love of Lord Diavolo and the Heavenly Father, I SWEAR he is one of the people that isn't even woken up by the alarm NOR the movement

Probably the one that says to just “stay where you are and wait until it passes”

Genuinely and deadass will stay in his bed unless you drag him out of it

Will only take it seriously once he notices how scared you really are

Along Beel, he makes sure you are safe

After the floor stops moving and you can go back into the HoL, he helps you fall asleep and makes sure you get a good sleep, without nightmares

[zuzuhasablog]

♡ Obey Me! Shall We Date?

— C U D D L E S (mammon, beel, luci)

♡ content : swearing, gn!reader, fluff, c u d d l e s, established relationships, small reader, written by someone who has never read obey me fanfiction

Mammon

this man probably stumbled into your room late at night

and you were probably waiting for him hours prior, but ended up falling asleep.

you woke up early around 4 in the morning wrapped in his arms.

probably sweaty as hell, too, you know, natural body heat.

for a good few minutes, you bask in his scent and take in the moment.

because these moments were, unfortunately, rare as fuck.

Mammon is such a calm, not very light, sleeper.

you hug him tightly, which causes him to stir in his sleep.

it's one of those 50/50 chances where he stretches for a few seconds and you're wondering if he'll wake up.

and he does.

as he wakes up, he slowly searches for you, and pulls you toward him, closing his eyes in attempt to sleep again.

you quietly chuckle and hug him back.

after a few seconds, he asks “how long have you been awake?” and you reply a soft and quiet “not long.”

it takes a few more seconds before he begins to hum, you're not sure for whom, but you enjoy his humming nonetheless.

it's not just something you learned to tolerate in your relationship, but something you began to love as well.

and with that, the two of you fall back to sleep.

Beelzebub

you most definitely had to convince this man to get out of the kitchen and go to bed with you.

it was DEFINITELY worth it.

he gives the most comfortable and warm cuddles you've ever felt in your life.

this will sound cheesy, BUT HE'S LITERALLY A GIANT TEDDYBEAR.

cook for this man.

but also, you being you, you had to make sure he didn't just put you to sleep before sneaking into the kitchen again, so you stayed up until you were sure he was asleep before you did.

and also, you being a light sleeper, wake up in the middle of the night just to a literal sensation that something was watching you.

you open your eyes to see Beel just...... staring at you.

he doesn't look the least bit shocked, he even lets a small smile take up his features.

you can't help but smile back. this man.

you hug him tighter, and he returns the gesture.

you can hear his heartbeat, and your instinct makes you count instead of sleep.

“y/n? are you awake?” he quietly asks, and you quietly hum in response.

“...can you make me omelette...s?” he whispers, your eyes open in disappointment.

“and fried rice.” he adds.

“...of course.” you earnestly answer before you slowly move to get up, but he stops you.

“later.” he mumbles. “let's cuddle for now.”

Lucifer

Lucifer. is. not. a. morning. demon.

he's said it himself.

so when you wake him up at 8 am, opening the curtains, sitting on his chest and kissing him all over his face, he's not exactly amused.

he pushes your face away and calmly tells you to stop, and even switches his position so you leave him alone.

but you don't give a SHIT.

you proceed to violently shake him.

“LUCCCYYYY”

this man is not having it today.

he swiftly turns around, catching both of your wrists and pushes you to lay down on the mattress as he pins your hands next to your head.

at first, you're a blushing mess, waiting for his next move.

but this poor man is so tired, he doesn't do anything until he just... drops himself on your chest.

of course, you can't breathe, so you try to push him off, but he's so quick he just falls asleep in place

the end.

just kidding, this man can't contain himself, he starts laughing before he rolls off of you, and onto his own side of the bed.

you're pissed.

but he doesn't give a SHIT.

he glances at you from his position, and you don't look happy.

he has to fight the urge to apologize and spoil you and just wait until you apologize first.

but he decides his principles are shit and he's drowsy, so he sits up and pulls you toward him.

you in a startled frenzy either had zero reaction time or bad reflexes and get caught into his tickle trap.

you're laughing so hard, you can't manage to let out a time out, and decide to scream and let out about 4 throaty “stop”s.

so he does.

and the two of you just stay in that position.

until lucifer lays on his back, you're laying on his stomach between his legs.

you turn on your own stomach and climb up so you're resting on his chest.

with no words, you're listening to his heartbeat, and he wraps his arms around you before he kisses the top of your head.

it's so comfortable, you fall asleep.

yeah, Lucifer doesn't.

don't get him wrong, he finds the situation sweet and stuff, he isn't physically comfortable, but he can't wake you up either

in memory of lucifer, 2019—2022, rest in peace

nah, I love this man so much, for real, you don't get it, I will literally do anything for this man, LITERALLY, like, I'd give up my entire life and slave for this man or some shit.

[omentu5]