#asmo looked stunning rip

[mammons-sugarbaby]

For once Belphie I didn't want you, I wanted Asmo 😭

Got Barbatos twice though in reguar OM 😍

[coriannawrites]

Warnings: Depictions of violence, cannibalism, demons being demons

Which demon would let you be evil?

It was bound to happen. Threats about getting your heart ripped out thrown around left and right have made you a bit… prone to violence.

You just itch to call on your demon to eviscerate the incubus that couldn’t take no for an answer.

You’re prone to calling your demon to rid the area of creatures you don’t like.

To cut down the forest housing biologically necessary creatures that stung you once.

The answer is all of them. They love you— your newfound twisted nature is just a bonus.

And it’s not really, really twisted. It’s the Devildom, evil is the norm.

Sure does look good on you.

You’re at your most beautiful when you don’t see the need to call your demon to deal with a meddling imp. They aren’t worthy to be cursed by the presence of your pact demons, let alone Lucifer. No. You’ll kill them yourself.

Mammon knows Lucifer is wrong. You’re the sexiest when you steal for the fun of it. That succubus’s prized anklet? You wanted it so bad, you had no problem whistling for Mammon to drown her in the toilet while you pilfered her stuff. Mammon asked if you could make out after.

You’re cute when someone has something you want. Not in that disgusting greedy, sticky-fingers way, no— Levi knows you’re downright adorable when your eyes crinkle in distaste at an imp coming first. You worked so hard on that project. How could you let that lesser demon walk all over you, gloat all over you? One look towards Levi has him quivering, rushing to destroy the demon that’s worked you into an envious frenzy.

Envious frenzies are nothing compared to how stunning you are when you’re worked into a rage. Satan was peacefully reading, plotting to curse another one of Lucifer’s ties when you bathed in. He’s awestruck. The rage is oozing out of you, and when you grab him by the tie and tell him to erase the demon that humiliated you today, he’s more than happy to.

Bloodlust is sexy. Fullstop. Shaking, twisting, grinding at the Fall and Asmodeus wants to put his hands all over you. Please, let him. You tut, gently turning his face towards the succubus that had tried seducing him earlier. Wouldn’t it be so cute if she wasn’t bothering him anymore? You know you would both look good in blood red. Asmo loved your confidence.

Hunger kills. There’s a long line to Madam Screams, you’re starting to tap your foot impatiently. Beelzebub’s stomach growls. That sets you off, what sort of pact master would let your sweet little demon go hungry? You’re attractive as you step aside and tell Beel to clear the path. You’re to die for when you laugh and laugh that the long line is gone, ignoring the half-eaten hand sticking out of Beel’s mouth.

You’re cute asleep. Vulnerable, almost angelic. Belphegor knows your the furthest thing from angelic when you’re rudely woken up, interrupted from your dreams of world domination. Stupid lesser demon for barging in to your classroom. Didn’t she know you’d be in here, huh? She didn’t, and you knew that. Here’s what Belphie finds ridiculously attractive and annoying— you yawn and wave at him to do your bidding, ridding of the pest. He complains and grumbles about his own sleep, but he relishes it all the same.

[devildomditzy]

Happy (late) Valentine’s Day! 💌

I will be your little messenger of a dose of Mammon x MC content 😌 Based on your votes from the valentine’s day poll 💘

🚨🚨This should be fixed now! God that was more stressful then it needed to be. Tungle dot com is a broken site.

Part one of two 💛💐🐏

Triggers/Warnings/Content Tags: Fem reader, Smut lies ahead (mainly in part two lol gotta keep you on your toes), dom-ish Mams, a little ooc

This work is +18 plus! Minors, shoo!

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He wanted to be romantic.

He really did.

He had done everything right tonight. He had planned for weeks, saving up from his modeling gigs and occasional side jobs just for you. He laid (some form of demonic, yet perfectly safe once pulled apart) flower petals in a trail leading you into his room and up the stairs to his car where he was waiting for you, presents in hand.

Bouquets, chocolates, those little weird jelly filled sweets you loved so much for some damn reason that he thinks are disgusting.

A box that contained a shining gold necklace with his initial on it which he delicately clipped around your neck. A stunning outfit to wear to your dinner reservations tonight.

He took your hand and walked you to the passenger side door, opening it and helping you in, careful to not mess up your perfect hair which he had asked Asmo to do as a distraction while he got everything ready for you.

He thinks you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, even on your bad days. But, Diavolo help him there was just something about you getting all dolled up for him that made his greed roar to life inside his chest.

He’d opened your door when you both arrived, walked you in on his arm, pulled your chair out for you, you know- all that chivalrous bullshit Lucifer instilled into him, but you seemed to like it so it was worth it.

He really wanted to be romantic.

There was just one oversight he hadn’t quite thought out.

Eyes. Everyone’s in fact, glued to you from the moment you walked in. And while normally he loved to show off his various valuables and treasures, he’s torn between letting you experience the evening he had planned out for the both of you, or picking you up right now and hightailing it out of here to somewhere more private, just so he’s the only one who can see you looking like this.

The waiter catches him off guard as he’s lost in thought, and he quickly agrees with whatever demonus recommendation he made to get him to scurry away. You shoot him a worried glance, and he almost feels bad for letting his mind wander away from this moment. Almost.

You reach a tentative hand out to lay atop his that nervously drummed against the table. “Mams, everything okay?”, you question.

“Hmm? Yeah, fine. Just peachy.”

He doesn’t mean to be short with you, and he knows you can see through any facade he attempts to throw up, but you seem to let him get away with this one, making a small “hmm” at him and looking back towards the menu.

How could he think about eating at a time like this? The only thing he wants to do is rip the throats of everyone in here who dared to even look at you-

“Have you been here before? What’s good? Or you know, what’s something I’ll find at least half edible?”, you giggle at him, flashing your bright, beautiful smile. The one that makes his head spin and his thoughts run blank. You really outta cut that out, ya know.

You let him order for you, and he orders the same, too lost in his thoughts to care about dinner. He couldn’t care, not when he’s busy catching the eyes of every asshole that was gawking at you, meeting their stares with a steely glare that looks if to say “don’t even dare”.

The night goes on without a hitch, and he finds himself easing back into conversations with you, simmering down from his jealous height with the help of your calming presence. He didn’t wanna ruin tonight for you after all- This was all about having fun and relaxing, getting away from the others so he can let loose with his emotions a bit, let you know how he really feels.

He’s actually gotten so relaxed he’s smiling, laughing even! What was he so worried about to begin with? Even if every damn demon in the devildom tried to get at you, they’d fail! Why? Because he’s your first man! Your protector! He’s The Great Mammon! Of course you’re head over heels for him-

His thoughts get cut off when the waiter comes back to the table, handing you a small piece of paper.

“Oi! Why’d ya give the lady the bill. Of course I’m payin’ for our date!”

But when he looks down, his eyes are not met with a bill. They’re met with a note with crudely drawn numbers on it. Ten of them to be exact.

“Wha-Are you serious right now!”, he all but yells, rising to his feet and slamming his hands on the table.

“It’s valentine’s day! We’re clearly on a date! And you’re trying to give her your number?”

The waiter takes a step back, clearly a bit shook by your demon’s demeanor. In a small voice they plead, “I-I didn’t know. I just thought-”

“No no no ya didn’t think anything! Do you even know who I am? And yer bold enough to try a stunt like that!?”

You clearly see the situation tumbling out of control, now noticing the eyes that have been on you all evening, but now they’re trained on your loud mouthed boyfriend. You once again reach a hand out to grab his. “Mammon, cmon now, people are staring”.

That one struck a nerve.

And he really wanted to be romantic tonight too.

He takes a deep breath while his hands ball into fists. You’re racking your brain trying to figure out what he could possibly be upset about as his aura changes, onyx horns spiraling out and leathery wings unfurling out to their full span. Gone are his nice dress clothes, replaced with his cropped jacket getup you were all too familiar with.

When he opens his eyes, his gaze is no longer on the startled waiter, but instead on you. “That’s the problem! Don’t ya get it!? People have been staring at ya all night! Hell- The whole damn Devildom’s been staring at ya all night! It’s like I’m not even here! It’s like they don’t even care that yer taken! They’re looking at ya like they wanna take a bite outta ya!”

You blush furiously at his statement, wondering how you could overlook such a big detail. Had people really been staring at you? Was the waiter not the only one?”

“Mammon…”

“Cmon, we’re leavin,” he spits, grabbing your hand and pulling you up from your seat and towards the door.

The nervous waiter calls out to him, “B-but what about your bill?”

Mammon huffs and turns back around slowly. “Put it on my tab”, he grits through his teeth.

He walks about another three feet before raising a hand up in the air. “Actually…my brother’s tab.”

Mammon’s still Mammon, even if he’s frustrated.

With that, he pulls you out of the restaurant and towards his car.

The car ride home is silent, albeit the low hum of the radio and Mammon’s heavy breathing. He’s gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles have gone white.

“Mammon…is everything alright?”, you ask for the second time tonight.

Only now, his emotions seem to peek through.

“Gah- I’m sorry. It’s not you, it’s j-just. Do you see the way everyone looks at you? An I mean of course they’re lookin’! Ya look so damn good! But when it happens sometimes I just- It’s like-”

You reach out and touch his arm, encouraging him to continue. With the gesture, he turns and looks over at you, face softening.

“It’s like, I wanna be the only one to look at you, ya know? I wanna be the only one who gets to see ya all dressed up. If I could keep ya all to myself, I would in a heartbeat. A-An I know it’s greedy and it’s not okay but I can’t help it-”

“Mams”, you cut him off. “I understand.”

“Ya what?”

“I said, I understand. You don’t think you’re the only one who gets that way, do you? I mean, you’re a literally model! You look good 24/7! And you get printed in all those magazines and posted everywhere and tons of people fawn over you. But, sometimes, I want to be the only one who gets to see you look like that. I want to be the only one that makes you smile, I want to be the only one you share your time with. I get greedy too.”

You continue on, flashing him that smile that drives him crazy.

“It’s okay to be greedy sometimes.”

You watch his eyes grow at your sentiment, never once stopping to think you’d feel the same way. Seemingly stuck in a surprised stupor, you take his free hand, dragging it over and placing it on your thigh. You revel in the way his breath hitches.

“W-whadda ya think yer doin’?”

“Letting you be greedy”, you respond, moving his hand slightly higher. His gaze stares down at where your skin meets.

“I-I dunno if I can hold back if I do…”, he trails off, a look of worry on his face, but a tinge of something else in his eyes.

“Don’t want you to. Want you to have your way with me.”

You don’t miss how his grip minisculy tightens around you, nails digging in.

“But, you have to wait till we get home”, you tease. You’re met with a frustrated growl as he retracts his hand, returning it to its place on the wheel.

“Fine, ya little succubus. But as soon as we get home, you’re mine.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way.”

As soon as his car comes to halt inside the makeshift garage in his room, Mammon clambers out of the drivers side, taking long strides to beat you at opening your door.

A gentle hand reaches out to help you step out of the car.

And as soon as you do, you’re slammed up against it.

Heavy hands find your waist, gripping it firmly and tight but still like you are the most fragile porcelain doll, made entirely of glass.

His lips quickly find your neck, instantly latching onto your pulse point without giving you a second to think.

“Wow, really n-not holding back are you?”, you question at his ferocity.

He breaks contact with your shoulder that he was busy biting down onto to look into your eyes. “Oi, remember who started this, huh?”, he says, surprisingly low.

“If I remember it correctly, it was you in that restaurant with your tantrum”, you chide.

He brings himself within a hair’s width of your lips. “An if I remember correctly, you gave me permission to be as greedy as I want with ya.”

You can’t deny the pit of desire that starts to bubble in your stomach. It was always exciting to see him be riled up, not bothering to hold back behind his tsundere tendencies.

“Honestly, do ya really know what yer doin to me in that little outfit? Wearin’ my initial on yer neck?”, he groans, bringing a hand up to play with the gold chain lying on your chest.

“Mammon, you picked all this out”, you laugh.

“I know, I’ve got great taste don’t I?”, he shoots you his signature smirk that appears anytime he’s feeling cocky before closing the gap between your lips.

Your lips mold perfectly with his, as you try to keep in rhythm with him, but his pace is quick and almost aggressive as he forces your mouth open with his tongue, slipping it in with a messy clack of teeth and saliva. Knowing fighting for dominance would be futile, you allow him to take the lead.

Feeding straight into his ego, you moan into the kiss, knowing exactly what he wants to hear. You feel the edges of his mouth upturn as he smiles into it. Purposefully now, you continue to make these little noises, knowing exactly what you were doing to him.

He pulls away once more to look down upon you, eyes half lidded and voice mocking. “Ha, do you hear yourself right now? So damn needy for The Great Mammon.”

Exactly the response you wanted to hear, you continue to stoke the fire you’re lighting underneath him. “Mhm, only for you, Mammon. My first man, my only man.”

This seems to do something to him, as he grunts and shoots his hands down to your thighs, gripping tightly to lift you, wrapping your legs around his waist.

As soon as he’s got you in his grasp, he continues his assault on your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark, but not hard enough to break skin. Once again, a being with such power treating you like glass.

He pulls away once he’s satisfied, a string of spit connecting his lips to your neck. The dark look in his eyes makes your head spin. He seems to feel your eyes on him, shooting his own up to hold your gaze while trying to catch his breath.

“Ha”, he breathes out, “That’s better. Now everyone can see who ya belong to.”

"Hmm, I don't know. I think I need a little more convincing", you purr, grinding your hips against his so your core met with the protrusion now growing in his jeans.

"Fuck, ya really know how to get me goin'. Ya sure you're prepared for the consequences? ".

[mammons-lover]

Another’s Last Breath:

I’ve written a story that explores some darker themes, including the death of one of the Obey Me brothers and the aftermath. Tw: Death of a Character, Emotional Distress, Blood and Injury, Murder, Panic and Anxiety.

"Has anyone seen Belphie?" Lucifer's voice, though steady, carried an edge of panic.

"I haven’t seen him since this morning, before class." Mammon’s response was casual, but his brow furrowed.

Lucifer’s worry grew. He questioned each of his brothers, even Beelzebub, but no one knew where Belphegor was. Not even Beel—the one who usually knew everything about his twin.

"Split up." Lucifer’s voice dropped, urgency slicing through the command. "We’ll all look for him. He has to be somewhere."

Lucifer's mind raced as he searched, every dark scenario flashing before him. What if Belphie had wandered off while sleepwalking? What if he'd stumbled into the street, too tired to see the danger? What if—

No! Lucifer shook the thoughts away. He’s smarter than that… isn’t he?

But even as he reassured himself, the pit in his stomach grew. The brothers scoured every corner of Devildom, but Belphegor was nowhere to be found. This wasn’t like him. Normally, he’d just appear, yawning and stretching from some obscure hiding spot, or they’d spot an arm or leg sticking out from beneath some furniture.

This time, though, there was nothing.

Hours passed, and the weight of worry pressed harder. Passersby stared at the brothers as they frantically called out Belphie’s name, mistaking them for frantic pet owners searching for a lost animal. But no, this was no pet. This was their brother.

Beelzebub’s eyes were red-rimmed, on the verge of tears. Satan and Mammon had started arguing, their frustration spilling over as Levi tried in vain to console Beel, while Asmodeus frantically showed pictures of Belphegor to anyone who would look. Lucifer? He kept it together, but barely. Every passing moment only sharpened his fear. He couldn’t shake the haunting image of holding another dead sibling in his arms.

Lucifer finally put on a stern face, hiding his growing dread. "Everyone head home it's getting late," he ordered. "I’m going to Diavolo to request more help."

The brothers hesitated but eventually agreed. Once they parted ways with Lucifer, the group took a longer route home, unwilling to give up the search.

And that’s when Mammon spotted it.

A piece of Belphie’s cow-print shirt, lying in the middle of the forest path.

"No…" Mammon whispered, his voice shaky, then bolted toward the woods, shouting Belphie’s name. The others followed, dread creeping up their spines.

And that’s when they saw it. Blood. A trail of it.

Beel stopped dead in his tracks. His tears finally fell as Levi and Asmo tried to hold him together. "Belphie… no, please no…"

Mammon was already gone, sprinting ahead. But when Satan caught up, he saw Mammon on his knees, sobbing quietly, his hands covered in blood as he held a lifeless Belphegor. One of Belphie’s horns was missing.

Satan froze, unable to move, unable to process. The world around him blurred until he heard the approaching footsteps of his other brothers. "Wait!" He snapped, turning to face them. "Don’t… don’t come any closer."

"Where’s Mammon?" Leviathan demanded, trying to push past, but Satan shoved him back.

"What’s going on?" Beel's voice trembled, panic rising in his chest. He couldn’t take Satan’s silence any longer. Desperate, he pushed past Satan—only to collapse when his eyes landed on the scene. Belphegor, bloodied, motionless on the ground.

"No... NO!" Beelzebub let out a scream that ripped through the silence, a sound so full of agony that it made the others flinch. It was a cry they hadn’t heard since the war.

The others gathered at the scene, each paralyzed by the sight. Asmodeus turned away, hysterical, his sobs uncontrollable after seeing Belphie’s lifeless body.

Leviathan, stunned for a moment, rushed forward to Mammon’s side, hands trembling as he tried to help. "Mammon," he choked out, kneeling beside him. He immediately began assisting Mammon, following the instructions from the paramedics on the phone. "We have to stop the bleeding. Just… hold on. They’ll be here soon."

Mammon, tears still streaming down his face, nodded in silence, his hands shaking as he worked to cover Belphie’s wounds, desperate for any sign of life.

"Lucifer, we… we found Belphie." Satan tells Lucifer over the phone in a shaky voice.

Lucifer’s heart dropped, his grip tightening around his phone. "Satan, breathe. Where are you?"

"In the forest… near the dirt road by the house." Satan’s voice trembled.

"I’m on my way." Lucifer’s tone was firm, though beneath it was a desperation to hold it together, to be strong for his brothers.

Time blurred after that. Beel, his twin’s head cradled in his lap, refused to move. "He’s just sleeping… right? He’s always been a deep sleeper." He whispered, his hands shaking as he pressed them to Belphie’s chest, desperately searching for a heartbeat.

But there was none.

Mammon, covered in Belphegor’s blood, had laid his jacket over Belphie’s head, trying to slow the bleeding from where his horn had been ripped away. His eyes were hollow, his hands shaking as he checked for more injuries—a deep gash in the stomach, and a small puncture wound on his neck that could’ve been from a needle.

The brothers stayed there, frozen in place, until the sound of sirens broke through the silence. The paramedics were the first to arrive. They immediately began working on Belphegor, cleaning and covering his wounds, desperately trying to get his heart to start again. As they worked, police arrived, followed by Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos.

Lucifer's first instinct was to rush straight to where the paramedics were tending to Belphegor, but he stopped himself when he saw his brothers. They spotted him, and before he could say a word, they crashed into him, crying, their voices barely coherent as they tried to explain what had happened.

Though Lucifer wanted to stay strong for them, he couldn’t hold back his own tears. Silent but unmistakable, they slipped down his face as he held his brothers close, doing everything he could to keep them from falling apart.

After he let his brothers go, Lucifer turned to Barbatos. "Take them home," he said, his voice soft but firm. The brothers began to protest, but the look on Beelzebub's face stopped them. His expression was broken, and seeing him like that made them realize they needed to get him away from here as soon as possible.

Once they were gone, Lucifer walked up to Diavolo and an officer who had arrived at the scene. The officer looked grim as he spoke.

"Lucifer, this isn’t the first incident. We’ve had reports of other demons being killed, and each time, a horn was taken. We suspect it might be the work of a high-ranking demon hunter."

[ieatkeyboard]

Obey Me Outfits

Okay so I was scrolling through tumblr and I saw this pic CREDIT TO @ewesless FOR POSTING IT AND ABSOLUTELY RIPPING THESE GUYS TO SHREDS-

I have some words I would like to speak

LUCIFER: The actual outfit is super cute and I like seeing him in relatively comfy attire but he's posed like he's taking a pic for his tinder profile. This poor man-

MAMMON: He absolutely is a model because the outfit is giving moldy banana covered in black sharpie and yellow highlighter tied to a string but he STILL looks good

LEVIATHAN: OHSHC cosplay done with clothes already in his closet. YOU CAN'T HAVE A BROWN TIE AND SHIRT WITH BLUE PANTS AND A WEIRD PATTERENED BLUE JACKET. PICK A COLOR SCHEME, BABE

SATAN: Oh honey you look beautiful. You're so cute. WHY DO YOU DRESS SO GOD AWFUL ALL THE TIME. YOUR WEIRD TEAL PANTS AND NEON GREEN SWEATER. YOU HAVE CUTE CLOTHES. YOU LOOK SO SWEET. WHAT WAS THE REASON.

ASMODEUS: Beautiful. You look gorgeous. STUNNING. HE WAS ALWAYS PRETTY AND HAD GOOD FASHION BUT HE LOOKS SO CUTE. - 3-

BEELZEBUB: The shirt is reminding me of pizza toppings and I can't tell if that was the goal but it IS what it's giving. His hair makes me wanna shoot myself. It feels like Asmo was like "NO WE'RE TAKING FAMILY PHOTOS AND YOUR HAIRS A MESS." and shoved it to the side- I like everything else, at least the jacket and pants match

BELPHEGOR: Yeehaw. He looks really sweet but it doesn't feel very "Belphie" ya know? He looks like he has a berry farm, not like he kills people and pranks his brother all day, every day.

SOLUTION FROM WORST FIT TO THE BEST:

Mammon: I'm sorry- Either wear black pants and a yellow belt with your weird shirt or wear a black shirt with your weird pants. You look great, Sweety, but let's be honest it's a mess.

Leviathan: If you want a brown shirt and tie, get dark brown pants and match it with the jacket WITHOUT A FUCKING PATTERN. If you wanna be blue, a light blue shirt, a blue tie. LOSE THE JACKET. BURN IT WITH FIRE. PICK A NEW ONE. OR DON'T! ROLL UP YOUR SLEEVES, UNBUTTON IT A LITTLE AND LOSEN THE TIE, BAM. HOT.

Beelzebub: Different shirt- Anything else. Just wear a necklace or rings for pops of color.

Belphegor: You look adorable, but it's giving "I'm gay and I'm seeing my conservative grandparents on the country side". If you told me he willingly wore jeans, I'd call you a liar.

Lucifer: The pose is awful- The pants feel boring. Get a chain or something- AND DONT TELL ME HE WOULDN'T WEAR A CHAIN. HE WEARS A HUGE FLUFFY COAT EVERYWHERE AND HAS A WEIRD GOLD CHAIN/ROPE ALREADY. HE LOOKS BORING AFTER SEEING HIM LIKE THAT

Satan: You look beautiful. SO CUTE. Why cant it always be like this? You have the potential. YOU JUST WON'T TAKE IT. YOU DONT NEED TO LOOK DUMB. YOU HAVE OPTIONS. THE ONLY REASON YOU'RE LOW ON THE "Outfit solution" LIST IS BECAUSE I HAVE NO PROBLEMS WITH THIS OUTFIT. BUT I'M MAD AT YOU FOR DRESSING UGLY ALL THE TIME WHEN YOU CAN BE CUTE.

Asmodeus: Stunning, princess, going on a coffee date, eating little sandwiches. Perfect. Thank god, or I'd lose my marbles. When it comes to fashion, I'm not shocked Asmo isn't missing anything. The sneakers are chill and comfy but he still looks very sleek cause they're white. I just UGHH MWAH BEAUTIFUL.

[our-gentle-tide]

hi hi!! I hope you’re having a lovely day/evening 💖May I request the obey me characters ( you choose who/how many but please for sure do simeon & asmo ) with their bf who goes in to give them a kiss but instead does a fake out & *gently* bites either their cheek or nose instead? I stand by this being one of the funnier things I did as a kid lol ( feel free to ignore this btw c: )

Lucifer, Mammon, Asmo and Simeon when their bf gently bites their cheek

Warning: screeching like branches

A/n: heyy everyone :D hope all you lovelies are doing well, I have been laying around doing nothing but avoiding my responsibilities, yk, as any writer does, anywho! Idk when I'll post again but I'm kinda just writing down what comes to mind, hope you all enjoy :)

Reader: M!reader

Lucifer:

Honestly..be careful with this cuz you probably did it while keeping him company while he works

One hand be signing away (with extrem cramps, rip luci's hand) and the other wrapped around your waist, his thumb rubbing soothing circles

He felt you shift and was about to ask what's up but then felt ur lips on his cheek

My man here didn't get a chance to give that oh, so soft smile that only u see

Felt you bite his fucking cheek and he paused for a sec

Do all humans do this?

Nah cuz I'd book it out of his study the moment he makes eye contact

Gives u the smirk yk the one-

But, surprisingly just pecks ur forehead and goes back to work

Dw he gets his revenge later (you can think of what happened next)

Mammon:

Probably barged into ur room cuz he hasn't had his 10th kiss of the day

Practically threw himself on ur bed, also meaning on u it was ur day off yet u still can't sleep in

Wasn't paying attention to what you were doing as he was rambling about his future plans

Screamed like a little girl when you bit him part 1-

Sat up so fast with a hand cradling his cheek and a blush spreading across his face

Wide eyes, stuttering and all that

Starts complaining about how ur lucky the grate mammon is spearing you..

Asmo:

"Darling if you wanted a bite, you just had to ask" - asmo most likely

Nah but fr- he was just having a self care night with you in his room

You were about to put a face mask on his face but one look at his cheek and you were done

A smile spread on his face when he felt ur lips on his cheek

Was about to say how cute you are but stopped when he felt u bite his cheek next

Screamed like a little girl part 2

Full on pouts and all that

Dw love, you can make it to him ;)

Simeon:

It was one of those rear times when the brothers were all too busy to cling to you and Simeon was taking full advantage of that

Ya'll were chilling in his room, you were listening to him coming up with new ideas for TSL and he wasn't paying attention while he was rambling on and on

Honestly, you couldn't help yourself and no one blames you

He was so cute :( and that soft smile on his face was gonna give you a heart attack

You leaned a little closer and gave him a kiss on the forehead then his cheek and he was already a blushing mess

Then you bit him- he was stunned and rightfully so

Then he turned to you, blinked twice and then he kinda just

Bit you back, although he was much more gentle than you-

He was curious! Why are you laughing?

He gave a small pout then joined in and laughed with you

(You can just tell I have a favourite huh)

[nocoffeeorbreakfast]

Obey Soapbox

Special soapbox today in honor of kinktober. A two for one deal. A twofer, if you will...

#stockingkink #stockingsandheels #daddykink #petplay #catplay

Asmo

Who invites you over to his room to try on clothes. Only when you get there, he's in stockings and heels looking pretty as ever and he wants you to try on the matching set he got you. Of course you try it on, and it's fabulous, stunning, even. You and Asmo prance around his room, giggling and dancing in your matching fits, just like girlfriends. He has you stand in front of his full-length mirror while he stands behind so you both can see.

And then...

He's massaging your clit. Whispering in your ear how beautiful you are. Sliding two fingers in you once you become wet, slow finger fucking you with ease. Rubbing his stocking-clad thigh against yours, moving against you. He bends you over and slides inside you so fast, all you can do is gasp. He tells you to hold the mirror while he pumps into you. The sight is one to behold. Beautiful Asmo, stockings and heels that match your stockings and heels, thrusting into you, his eyes baring into yours. You feel the friction of his thighs on yours. You feel his balls slapping against your ass. His manicured nails digging into your hips, threatening to rip your stockings, as he begins to fuck you faster, harder. Fiercely pounding into you.

Now you make sure you call me daddy when you come, my pretty one.

Satan

Who loves to make his own personal kitten. Puts cat ears and a tail on you and makes you crawl around on all fours meowing. Except the tail is a vibrating tail. A remote-controlled vibrating tail only he as the remote to. He loves to play with the vibrations while you do your "cat tasks". Licking from your milk bowl? Medium vibrations. Cleaning your yourself? Low vibrations. Fucking you relentlessly, in your pretty collar with a bell and leash? The highest vibrations.

I love when you purr for me kitten.

[blues824]

Could I request a scenario? Also sorry if this seems a bit confusing, this is my first time requesting 😅

I'm still pretty pissed with belphie killing us in game and we didn't get to punch him once. I mean come on, I have slightly forgiven him now ( I think)

So can there be a scenario where Mc is a ghoul, and when belphie throws Mc downstairs when he is beating them to death.

The brothers screaming at him,and let's include the datables at the scene. Mc just stands up all healed and grows ( I forgot what there called) those tentical things out there back. And rip belphies arm off and eats it in front of him. Maybe add mc saying, " could use some coffee with this"

I’m also pissed about how the story went like “You died :(... anyways-” as if it wasn’t important. 

This doesn’t include Belphie’s POV cuz everyone else is reacting to the GRUESOME death of him by our lovely ghoul Y/N. It also doesn’t include the Angels or Solomon because this took so long to write and I have a lot of requests.

Also, I’ve never seen Tokyo Ghoul, so I’m taking this as a recommendation to watch it. I went off the Wiki Fan Page

Lucifer

He was angry. He was starting to see red. The one person he opened his heart to was killed at the hands of his brother. He was really near strangling Belphie to death and letting him hang for the next few millennia.

However, all murderous thoughts halted when he saw you get up. You didn’t even have a scratch. Then you tackled Belphegor to the ground and started clawing at his flesh. He started screaming in agony, and Lucifer was about to grab you when…

You ripped off his brother’s arm. He stared at you wide-eyed as you brought it to your lips and opened your mouth. You took a huge bite out of it and chewed it, all the while looking into Belphie’s eyes with an evil grin.

He processed what happened and noticed the tentacles protruding from your back. One of them was holding his brother’s leg. He was going to be sick if he continued to look.

“I’ve been starving. I guess you were useful to me after all! Coffee would make this perfect!” You said. Behind him, Lucifer heard one of his other brothers throwing up.

“Y/N, we need to t-... we need to talk,” he said after a few moments of watching you eat his younger brother.

Mammon

“BELPHIE, NO!!!” He screamed. He tried to pry his younger brother away from your dead body. When he stepped aside, Mammon flung himself to the floor next to you. “Y/N, wake up… please!” He started to cry. Tears started spilling faster than he could wipe them away.

Then, your wounds started to heal at an inhuman pace. His eyes widened as tentacles started sprouting from your back. One of them quickly reached over and grabbed Belphie’s arm and ripped it off. Mammon scooted away from you as quickly as possible.

You brought it to your lips and chomped right into it. You started remarking about how good it tasted. He has never been so scared before. He heard one of his brothers – probably Asmo – throwing up in the background.

Before Mammon knew it, your tentacles were going for Belphegor’s other arm and leg. He never thought you would be able to do anything like this. He was on the verge of passing out due to shock. 

“Who knew demons tasted so good?? This could go great with ground coffee beans, though. I think I saw some in the kitchen!” You exclaimed. 

“Y/N, where do ya think yer going? What the hell was that??” Mammon’s voice was filled with concern and fear. You were more dangerous than he thought.

Leviathan

The otaku was too stunned to speak! He felt tears gathering in his eyes, but he was frozen. He couldn’t move. He was paralyzed. This was worse than any video game he has ever seen. He’s never seen Belphie so violent before.

When the young demon stepped away from your lifeless body, the tears trapped in Levi’s eyes let loose. The water works were working the water. His best friend, his Henry, was now gone forever. He was angry, not at anyone specifically, but at himself because he didn’t do anything to save you.

Then, he saw you standing up. He gasped in hope, only for the light to turn to fear as tentacles sprouted out of your back. You launched them over to Belphie, ripped his arm off, retracted your extra appendages back, and took a big nom into the flesh.

While Belphie was screaming in pain, you kept going for different body parts like his leg and other arm. Levi could only watch in horror as you devoured his little brother. You seemed to be enjoying it too, eating it like it was the last thing you’d eat for a long time.

“This is what you get for underestimating me, Belphie~ At least your body didn’t go to waste. Do y’all have coffee. I’m getting kind of thirsty”

Mans could barely breathe. His gaze was becoming dizzy. The room was spinning faster than any Disney ride. Then everything went black.

Satan

Mans was very angry… obviously. He tackled Belphegor to the ground and started beating him up. Once Belphegor was out of commission, he turned to your body, leaned his head on your chest and started weeping.

The one person who could calm him down when he was angry, the one person who offered him a safe haven. All his memories of you sitting and cuddling with him while he read a book to you were surfacing and it hurt.

Then, he felt your chest going up and down. He looked up and saw you, awake and alert, and with tentacles sprouting from your back. He jumped up and ran to his brothers as he watched you grab Belphie’s body and rip it apart.

You brought the arm to your mouth and took a huge bite. And then another. And then another. All the way until all that was left was the bone. Satan couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He didn’t want to believe that the person he loved the most could do something so gruesome.

You moved on to his brother’s leg and started eating that as well. You were making comments about how good the flesh tasted, and Satan felt sick. He’s read murder mystery books that contain things like this, but he always thought it was fictional.

“So good! I’ve been starving so that I wouldn’t hurt any of you, but he struck first. He was asking for it, and I’m glad because now I can finally eat! Do y’all have any coffee, though?” You exclaimed.

“Y/N, w-what the hell?! What the hell are you?!” Satan asked. For one of the first times in his long life, he was genuinely scared.

Asmodeus

“Y/N! NO!” He screamed. All he could do was scream. He watched as his youngest brother beat the life out of you. You stopped grunting after a while and laid there, limp and lifeless. Those bruises marred your beautiful skin. Your eyes lost their light.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry” He dropped to his knees, sobbing. He held your body in his arms, rocking back and forth. “Please wake up! Please let this all be a dream.” His tears fell onto your face. The person who loved him truly was gone.

Then, he felt you move. He looked down and saw your bruises healing by themself. He gasped in hope, only for it to turn into fear. He saw tentacles sprout out of your back and he quickly scooted away from you. 

You reached for Belphie, grabbed him, and ripped his arm from his body. You retracted your tentacle to take a bite from the arm, and there was a bit of crunch. The demon who just lost his limb was screaming in pain, but everyone was just staring in fear.

You then tore Belphegor’s leg off and started taking bites from that. He would have thrown up more, but he already emptied his stomach. He really didn’t know you were capable of something so gruesome and sick.

“Coffee would make this better. Eating meat often makes me a bit parched.” You said after you finished the rest of the body.

“What did you just do, Y/N?” Asmo asked quietly. He was afraid to speak any louder, for fear you might devour him next.

Beelzebub

He threw Belphie away from your body. He didn’t chuck him across the room, but kind of threw him down to the floor. Beel grabbed your shoulders and tried shaking you, tried to get you to come back to him, but without success. You were laying there, lifeless.

This wasn’t you, he wanted to believe. It was a dream. It couldn’t possibly be you. Was this a sick joke played to teach him not to empty the whole fridge? Tears started gathering in his eyes. You just wanted to free Belphegor, and this is what you get in payment?

Suddenly, you sat up. Any bruises you had were immediately gone. What was more of a shock were the new tentacles that were protruding from your back. One of them shot at Belphie, catching him completely by surprise. Then, Beel heard the snap.

He quickly turned to see that his twin’s arm was no longer attached to his body. He could only watch in shock and horror as you raised the limb to your mouth and took a bite. He was only ever joking when he told you that he was so hungry he could eat you.

Beel lost any type of hunger that day. He couldn’t look at any food the same again. He knew he never would, but he’s a demon! This stuff shouldn’t phase him! But it did… and now he can never look at you the same way again.

“Looks like Belphegor was finally good for something. I could go for some coffee, though.”

“Y/N, why would you do this?! Why would you eat my brother?!” He shouted. He didn’t know what you were, but he knew you wouldn’t do this!

Diavolo

He pushed Belphegor out of his way and knelt down next to you. He checked for a pulse and couldn’t detect one. He couldn’t believe it. His one job was to make sure no harm came to you but he has now failed. Because of his failure, your lifeless body was lying on the ground.

He started weeping. The love of his life, who he planned to become his spouse and co-ruler of the Devildom, was now dead. All he could do was let tears fall. Barbatos was there, making sure the brothers were going away to leave him alone… 

Then, the bruises suddenly disappeared. The blood was all gone. You sat up, and Diavolo’s first instinct told him to hug you. He sighed in relief, but it quickly turned into a gasp of shock as he saw tentacles shooting out of your back.

One of them shot for Belphie, grabbed him, and ripped his arm off. You had a disturbingly ravenous gleam in your eye, one that didn’t belong there. You brought the arm to your mouth and took a huge bite. Diavolo couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

The young lord couldn’t do anything but watch in horror. He was hyperventilating, and he was in total disbelief. There was no way that was truly you, you wouldn’t do anything like this! He wanted so bad to say that this was all a dream, but he knew that it was reality.

“Delicious~ Now, I’m going to go get some coffee. Anyone want to join me?” “Y/N, you aren’t going anywhere. As the future prince of the Devildom, I am putting you under arrest for the murder of Belphegor.” He started with a heavy heart. He knew he had to do it, but it didn’t make it hurt any less.

Barbatos

He quickly got into his demon form and used his tail to drag Belphie away from you. He knelt down and felt for a pulse, and when he didn’t feel one he had to keep himself from crying. It wouldn’t do any good if the most composed person in the room lost their composure.

However, he was very close to using his power to bring you back. It would be so easy… yet he didn’t know if he could do that. Maybe, he should let you go. It was what you would have wanted. With a great sigh, he hooked his right arm under your legs and his left behind your back when suddenly…

…You moved. Your eyes opened, and you looked angry. Barbatos quickly backed away, and he saw that there were tentacles coming out of your back. He watched as they reached and grabbed Belphie and ripped his arm off.

Then, you lowered the arm to your mouth and took a huge chomp into the flesh and slowly chewed through it until all that was left was the bone. You went back for one of the body's legs.

The butler ushered everyone out so that no one else would get hurt. He has never been more concerned for anyone than he was at that moment. He was definitely going to take a day off after this, but right now he needed to get you under control.

"This is so good! Barbatos, would you please go get me some coffee? I'm kinda thirsty"

"I won't be getting anything for you, Y/N. I'm sorry, but you are under arrest." He said. On the outside, it looked like he wasn't affected by this... but on the inside he was crumbling.

[astaroth1357]

The MC is Taller than Beel

Lucifer

NO.

No, no, absolutely not! He refuses to be shorter than the human!! The thought of having to physically look up at them is just… just sickening…

He would start wearing inserts or platform shoes to give him a few extra inches. Anything for a small edge.

He'd even magically alter his height if he could but he knows that Barbs and Dia would tease him mercilessly for it…

Any time he and the MC are standing close to each other, everyone can tell that he's straining to stand as straight as possible. Those who value their lives don't mention it.

If the MC is insecure about their height… well they won't get much sympathy from him. He was never insecure about his height until they showed up… so too bad. Suffer.

Mammon

FUCK they're huge! Like. How do humans get so tall??

When they first met it was really, really hard for him to be even slightly intimidating while having to crane his neck up just to look them in the eye… They're even taller than Lucifer, what the hell?!

Over time he kind of got used to it, I mean, their size makes them great to hide behind when a pissed off bookie comes running by! They're like a walking tree!!

He's also jumped into their arms like a frightened cat on numerous occasions… But it's not that embarrassing or nothing! (As long as his brothers don't see…)

If the MC is insecure about their height, he'll tell'em that they're being crazy and being tall is great! Though uh, whether any of his reasons above actually reassure them is pretty much anyone's guess...

Leviathan 

Look. He knows that he has the posture of an arthritic bridge troll but, contrary to first impressions, he's not a short guy. Far from it.

And yet, they still make him feel tiny…

Seriously, who picked out such a tall human?? He's already pretty underwhelming to start with, having to actually look down at him is only going to make it worse….

At least their height isn't all bad. He likes to take them out to crowded conventions or concerts with him because he can hang onto their shirt while they part the crowd! Plus, he never has to worry about losing track of them!

If he takes both Beel and MC somewhere it kind of feels like having bodyguards. He has managed to intimidate himself to the front of a few lines before (though he had to bribe them both each time to do it).

If they're insecure about their height, he'll list off a few of the eight billion or so insecurities that he has to remind them that being tall ain't that bad. Hell, use it right and it's a strength! You got this, MC.

Satan 

He never thought he'd actually see a human actually dwarf Lucifer before… Oh, it's wonderful!

Admittedly, he gets far more enjoyment out of watching his brother nurse his injured pride than the MC's height itself. Though they do come in handy for those particularly high bookshelves...

If anything, he's more concerned about their health and general coordination. Even Beel has to duck through some doorways in the House so he can't imagine getting around has been very good for their back...

He's actually one of the first people to try and get a few accommodations for them and their size. Beel can take a lot since he's built like a truck but a human is just a bag of porcelain in comparison… They need the help.

A bigger bed? Done. Altered uniform? Ordered. A desk they can actually sit in? Shipped and paid for by Student Council funds. For undermining his brother, it's all the least he can do, really.

If they're insecure about their height, he'll remind them that it's just a genetic thing and it doesn't impact who they are. Plus, they're making the demon of Pride himself stew in jealousy so they really ought to be doing something right, no?

Asmodeus 

So you're telling him that the MC is super tall…? Like, really tall? "I-can-dominate-you" kind of tall?? Where can he sign him up?!

Look, Asmo is the shortest of the family so it's not like he's not used to looking up at people. He honestly doesn't even mind his height compared to his brothers, he thinks it makes him look cuter. 🤭

But a tall MC?? That. Sounds. Amazing!! Long legs for days…!!! And just the difference between them being so big while he's so small?? Please, he couldn’t be any more behind this. He is ready!!!

Thankfully, it's not all about how hot he finds them though. Asmo will also take the Satan route of trying to make life a little easier for them when he can, particularly with clothes.

Have no fear, tall MC! Asmo knows all the best shops and tailors to make sure that you'll never have pants or a dress that is too short ever again! Everything you wear is going to fit and it will look marvelous.

If they're insecure about their height, he won't even hear it! They're stunning and he won't let them or anyone else say anything to the contrary! You turn every head in a room, be proud of that, MC!!

Beelzebub 

Oh. Well this is different.

It's not like he's never met someone taller than him before. He knows a couple guys on the fangol team about that tall, it's just that no one really expected out of a human…

Beel being Beel, he's not really insecure about it. If anything, he's kind of grateful that he finally has someone who gets all the "tall person problems." Getting smacked by ceiling fans is the worst...

There's other things he likes too. It feels really nice to go places with them because he doesn't feel so out of place.

It also puts his mind at ease a little. A human is still pretty frail, but the MC's size makes him feel like they're harder to target anyway. Imagining MC decking some poor fool with a knee to the face gives his soul some peace at night...

Best of all, though, are the hugs. Finally, he has someone else he can hug comfortably without having to bend in half! It's so nice. 😊

If they're insecure about their height well... He's also tall so he gets it. He'll try to remind them that it's not all that bad and if nothing else, he's there to help them out if they need it. Can't fit into that car? Don't worry, he's got you - he's ripping out the seat as we speak!

Belphegor 

Honestly? He couldn't be happier.

He'd say one of Beel's best qualities is that there's literally so much of him. He's a big, lovable teddy bear of a demon and he adores him for it. So an equally big MC? Call Belphie a supporter!

Tall MC is going to get no end of attention from Belphie and yes, the cuddling is mandatory. He loves to be small spoon so just deal with it.

He is going to ask for a piggyback ride at least once. Though, is it because he knows they can carry him or because he's a lazy motherfucker...? Your call.

He also enjoys watching Lucifer attempt to cover up his height difference through any petty means possible.

He and Satan snuck platform insoles into the MC's shoes for a few days just to watch their brother lose his mind… The look of despair Lucifer made when he walked into breakfast and thought that the MC had grown yet another inch was priceless.

If they're insecure about their height, he'll tell them big deal because it's not like they can change it... Though he will make a point of how much he likes their height so take what you can get, I guess.

[leviathans-watching]

Hi! Can I request the obey me brothers comforting MC after someone insulted something that they're really passionate about? I wanna study psychology but my parents said I should go into a "real medical field" :')

the brothers comforting you after your dreams were insulted

includes: the brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .7k | rated t | m.list

warnings: implied crying on your part, cursing, threats, mentions of violence/revenge plots, first-person shooter being played

a/n: hello! i am so sorry that happened to you! i hope you don't take their words to heart, as psychology is totally a real medical field and a completely valid career path. thanks for requesting! my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, or request, so stop by!!

please reblog mwah

➳ lucifer pats your back soothingly, letting you get all of your frustrations out. “i know it may not seem that way, but what they said was wrong,” he says gently, but in his mind he’s already planning a murder. “some people just are too closed-minded and may not understand your aspirations, but know that no matter what anyone says, you’re valid and your dreams are valid.” you’re upset, obviously, and lucifer understands that completely, having been in your position. “it shouldn’t even matter what anyone else thinks.” he knows that while true, those words aren’t the most comforting, so he adds a ‘and i’ll be in your corner all of the way’ too.

➳ mammon throws his hands up, pacing. “i can’t believe someone said that to ya! i’ll kill them! how dare they!” he knows you’re the one whose supposed to be upset but he can’t help but feel mad on your behalf. “people like that just piss me off. they know they’re not good enough or smart enough to accomplish their dreams so they try to make others feel that way!” you’re watching him stalk back and forth, honestly less upset than you should be. mammon’s rage and concern for you is touching.

➳ levi scrunches up his nose, listening to you rant. “you’re so right. that was a shitty thing to do,” he agrees, supporting you all of the way. “some people are just jerks.” thinking back to all of the internet trolls that have tried to get under his skin, levi frowns. “when stuff like this happens to me i like to play one of my first person shooters,” he admits, offering for you to have a go. a few minutes later, he’s in awe as he watches you absolutely decimate the other players. maybe he should get you playing when you’re mad more often.

➳ satan wants to go to the person who insulted you and absolutely rip their heads off, but he has more pressing matters, like comforting you. “i’m sorry that happened,” he says sincerely, squeezing your hand. “they’re lying, though. they just like to piss on everyone else’s parades and tear them down in an effort to put themselves up. it sucks, but in the long run, it’ll suck more for them.” you chuckle a little, and he feels victorious. “anyway, it’s not like their opinion actually matters. you’ve got way cooler and smarter people on you’re side who are always right. like me.” that gets an actual smile, and satan can’t help but mirror it, the wrath in his gut lessening somewhat.

➳ asmo taps his chin, thinking aloud. “no, killing them would be too kind. i want them to suffer a little but every day for the rest of their lives.” it’s true that he’s not usually known as the one that comes up with crazy revenge plans, but look, that’s because he keeps them inside. “maybe i should just get belphie to give them horrible nightmares every night. or would that be too kind?” you’re starign at him, a little stunned, but hey, you’[re not crying any more, and he counts it as a win.

➳ beel frowns, sitting beside you on the bed. “they really said that? that’s so mean. why would they say something like that to someone else?” sighing heavily, he wraps an arm around you, letting your head fall onto his shoulder. “you want me to go talk to them or something?” he doesn’t know if he could actually do that without losing his cool, so he’s minutely relieved when you shake your head. “that’s totally fine. know that i’m here for you, okay? if you ever are having a problem with someone, don’t hesitate to ask for my help.”

➳ belphie wordlessly pulls back the covers, letting you slip under them. “shhh,” he comforts, letting you bury your head in his chest. “just feel what you’ve gotta feel.” wrapping his arms around you, belphie draws you in close. “i’m sorry they said that. it’s totally not true and they know it. they’re just being a dick.” pressing a kiss to the top of your head, belphie watches you just cling to him, emotionally wrung out from the criticisms. he’s more than willing to stay with you for as long as you need, though he is entertaining the thoughts of giving them a little visit.

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[luminari-mc]

(Mammon x MC/Reader)

Prompt: "She doesn't compare to you. No one does.”

Genre: Angst, hurt(emotional)/comfort.

Pairing: GN!MC/Reader x Mammon

Summary: You and Mammon finally get to enjoy a well-deserving shopping trip just between the two of you. Just as you are about to hit the next shop, your attention is caught by an image advertised in the street.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: I wanted to try my hands at a prompt that is tagged as "fluff", but of course I ended up turning it into something angsty instead. But I like sad stuff, so that still works for me.

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It wasn't often that you got to spend time with Mammon without having any of his brothers around to bother you. But you had made it very clear to them that these few hours after school would be spent with Mammon, and only him. And for today's trip, you two had decided to go shopping in one of the busiest streets in the Devildom.

Clothes and jewelry stores, malls- you had done them all. When most of this time had been spent doing window shopping, Mammon had still insisted on getting at least a few bags of purchased goods for each of you by the end of the day. After all, what was the point of going on a shopping trip, if you didn't end up emptying your bank account only to regret it later?

And so, thanks to the demon's wonderful influence, your arms had now several bags hanging off of them. There was a certain guilt still looming over your head as you realized way overboard you might have gotten with your purchases, but Mammon promised he would take care of any financial problems you could encounter in the near future because of that. You still wondered how he was going to manage it, him being Mammon and all...

"Damn, now THAT'S what I call a good haul! Look at ya!" The white-haired demon grinned as he watch you hop out of the store, the glass doors opening automatically at your presence to let you out. He placed his wrists on his hips as his own bags dangled in his hands. "What'cha got for yourself this time?"

"They actually had that jacket I saw in a magazine the other day!" The doors closed behind you as you showed the white bag which contained the jacket. "You were right, that store was amazing. I can't believe you never showed it to me before."

"Ha! Told ya the Great Mammon knew where the best treasures were! Consider it an exclusive info, because I ain't gonna share more if any of my brothers are around next time." Mammon turned around before flipping a few of his bags over his shoulder, as you instantly began to trot to get to his level.

"What? So all this time you knew about it and you didn't tell me? Just because Asmo comes with us sometimes?" You expressed shock, right before your eyebrows joined together. "Really, as if you couldn't have told me over text or something."

"And have you go without me?! Nah, ain't gonna happen- you'd just get lost and end up in the worst store possible." Mammon glanced your way, and you could only smirk at his poor excuse.

"Sure, you're right. I forgot that humans don't have the same flawless sense of orientation as demons do." Despite your obviously sarcastic tone, Mammon didn't seem to register it as he nodded at your words.

"Exactly! Even if I gave you the full address, who knows where you'd end up? I don't want ya to come and complain to me afterwards, so it's gotta be with me or nothin'."

Even as you rolled your eyes, you noticed Mammon's face slightly turning away from yours, probably to hide the extra shade of color that had appeared on his cheeks ever so discreetly. Even when he was in his usual tsundere mood, it was endearing to see how concerned he was for your safety. And just how badly he wanted to be alone with you.

"So, where to next?" You asked without really thinking, surprising yourself that even after your extensive purchasing, you still wanted to do more. Or maybe it was that you didn't want this date to end right away. The past few weeks had been nothing but the brothers interrupting each other when any of them found themselves alone with you, so getting to spend some alone time with one of them, especially with Mammon, deserved to be extended a bit more.

"Glad ya asked!" As if a battery had been plugged into him, the demon brandished his arm into the air, the bags swinging by his face and missing him by a few inches. "I got this whole place where they're sellin' tons of stuff for pretty cheap, but it's actually authentic branded things. See, they're actually sold to that one guy who then has to sell them to another guy, and..."

As you listened to Mammon explain how he was able to find "authentic stuff" (probably not that authentic, you were pretty sure about that) for less than a quarter of its original price, your eyes found themselves drifting to an impressive ad plastered on a building the two of you were walking by. Recognizing the habit of Majolish to put their models on display for everyone to see was pretty easy, but that wasn't what caught your eye in the moment.

What tuned Mammon down completely in your ears, were the models themselves. The second born, sitting on a stool with a ripped shirt and pants, a few accessories hanging off his neck and barely covering anything of his exposed chest. He looked serious, staring straight at the objective- and at you, while the light shined on him to completely capture his frame for the picture.

And sitting down in the middle of the shot, between his legs, was a female demon wearing a red leather dress, her head resting on top of Mammon's leg. The clawed hand dangling off his knee- covered in golden rings, seemed to taunt you, as well as the piercing yellow eyes she had. Saying she wasn't beautiful would be lying. In fact, she was absolutely stunning. A perfect model for a perfect shot. Just looking at her made you feel small, like a prey that was about to be devoured by a hungry beast, the longer you were looking at her.

But that's what demons were supposed to make you feel like, right?

"Hey!" Mammon called out from the distance he had put between the two of you since you had stopped walking beside him. "Yo, MC!"

Watching as you kept staring into nothing, Mammon rolled his shoulders with a furrowed brow before walking back toward you, his head tilting to the side as he noticed your dead expression.

"Huuh hello, Devildom to MC? In which realm did ya get lost this time?"

"They replaced it." The words that left your mouth were weak, almost too silent for him to hear. It's as if all of the energy you had had evaporated from your body in an instant.

"Huh?" Mammon grew a bit concerned at this sudden change. His eyes perked up at the ad you were looking at, as you continued.

"The shoot we did together." Finally, you spared yourself from the sight, your gaze dropping to the ground. "They already replaced it with another one."

As soon as Mammon understood why *this* ad in particular seemed to be upsetting you so much, his jaw was already clenching. He remembered the stars he had seen in your eyes the previous week when you saw yourself on the Majolish ad, posing beside him- a shoot opportunity you had gotten while accompanying him after RAD a few days prior. In the middle of his shoot, he practically didn't leave any choice to his agent and had insisted that you be included in the shots to promote one of the new pieces of jewelry the brand was planning to release in the upcoming months. Asmo, who was there to witness your reaction on that day the three of you went out, had even taken a hundred pictures or so of you posing in front of the ad.

Except that, the jewelry you had posed with, was now present on the new model posing alongside Mammon.

He had made sure to engrave that smile of yours in his head at the time, even going so far as to snap a picture of your face while you were too focused on Asmo to notice him. But now, there was absolutely no trace of that same happiness anymore.

"The fuck?" The snarl that left him shook the walls of his throat. "That wasn't supposed to be advertised before another month! Why'd they have to take ours so soon?!"

"It's okay, Mammon." The demon stopped growling as his eyes lowered on the hand that was clutching his arm. "I mean... I'm not a model. Figures they wouldn't put it up for long... I-I mean, look at me. Seriously, who would want to see my face being exposed for longer than they can bare? It's hard to imagine. I wouldn't probably have sold their product anyway, so... it's okay."

The look on your face was devastating. Despite trying your best to smile, the tears pricking in your eyes were threatening to roll down your cheeks at any second. Mammon felt his heart being stabbed with a thousand invisible daggers, he couldn't bear to watch you feeling insulted in such a way.

His bags were immediately dropped onto the floor, the demon no longer caring for any of the fragile items he may have bought. His hands swung forward to cup your cheeks, forcing your face up to look at him straight in the eyes.

"Hey hey, MC. C'mon, look at me."

You did your best not to let your vision turn blurry because of the upcoming tears, and stared back at Mammon, your bottom lip trembling weakly.

"I don't care what anyone, model agents or not, can say- you'd sell a thousand more times than any fuckin' models out there, okay? In fact, you're worth even more than their stupid jewelry!"

His thumb quickly brushed away a tear from the corner of your eye as his other hand came to rest on your temple.

"They just put that one up there because that model is famous. They don't care about what's really beautiful, they just want to boast their popularity to the rest of the world." The blue of his eyes seemed to radiate the closer he moved towards you. "But I know what's beautiful. And her? She doesn't compare to you. No one does."

You could only look down in shame as his hands never left you, closing your eyes shut to let a couple tears out before Mammon grabbed a tissue from his pocket to dry your face. He patiently waited a few seconds for you to calm down, soothing you with slow caresses of your hair until your shoulders stopped shaking.

"I'm sorry..." you muttered, sniffling as you passed a wrist over your eyes. "I don't know why that upset me so much..."

"Ya got nothing to be sorry about." Mammon retrieved his hands from your head, only to grab the bags that were hanging off of your arms. He somehow manages to hold them alongside his own behind him, before wrapping the other arm around your shoulder.

"Hey, I'd call this a day. How about I prepare ya a bath when we're home? Courtesy of the Great Mammon."

You nodded, your lips arching into a smile as you grabbed the hand hanging off your shoulder. The day was cut too short for your liking, but you didn't feel up for any additional purchases, or to properly enjoy your outing anymore.

"Will you wash my hair?" You entertwined your fingers with his as he gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Pah, of course! Who else but me could do that?" He huffed through his nose, shaking his head at such an obvious question. Your laugh ringing in his ears gave him a brief moment of respite.

But the demon furrowed his brows as he lead you into your walk back home, keeping you snuggled at his side. Holding the bags in his left hand, his white nails sharply digged into his palm the more steps he took alongside you.

Making them cry? Such a big, big mistake. One thing was sure, Mammon wasn't about to let that one pass.

"But before that..." The hiss that escaped his throat went unnoticed by the two of you as your head rested against his shoulder.

"I'll have a few calls to make."

[obeymeoasis]

Demon Bros React: MC Compliments Them Aggresively

Warnings: A generally thirsty MC, Beel’s react has a brief mention of choking.

Lucifer

It was rare that Lucifer had time off during the afternoon and you were fully taking advantage of it. 

Holding hands, you were taking a leisurely stroll around the garden. Every few minutes you stopped to point out a flower or a bug that had caught your eye.

“Ooh Luci, look at this one! It looks like a rainbow! Oh my god, it’s so shiny, I love it!”

You heard Lucifer chuckling at you and turned to ask what was so funny when you stood still in shock at the sight before you. The glow of the afternoon sun illuminated Lucifer beautifully, his black hair almost glowing, his face open and happy, smiling at you. He looked absolutely radiant. And you were going to tell him as much.

“Oh my god Lucifer, what is wrong with you?”

Lucifer’s smile dimmed immediately and his eyes narrowed. “Love, whatever do you mean?” His voice was careful and tense.

“I mean, it is illegal for you to look that good! Oh my god! Do you see you? You look like a greek god like what in the actual world!”

Lucifer’s mouth opened in surprise at your sudden outburst.

“How are you even my boyfriend? Like you’re literally glowing Luci. Oh my god my eyes, you’re too bright I can’t even look at you!”

Lucifer blinked a couple of times as if to clear his head. Slowly a satisfied smirk replaced his confused look and he moved to press a kiss against the back of your hand.

“Love, what on earth has gotten into you today?”

“What, I’m not allowed to compliment my boyfriend?”

“Of course you are, although I’d prefer it if the compliments were given in a more... private place next time.”

“...Fine.”

Mammon

Mammon had apparently made some money in one of his schemes and he practically dragged you to Majolish one morning to go shopping.

Once in the store Mammon had sped off in a flurry of activity, adding clothes to an ever-growing pile before herding you toward the dressing room. 

"Wait for me outside, okay? Ya gotta tell me how each outfit looks.”

A few minutes later, Mammon stepped out in a pair of dark jeans that hugged his toned legs and a black v-neck sweater that showed off his collarbone. A thin gold chain adorned his neck and the look was completed with a pair of combat boots.

“Well, whattaya think?”

“Mammon. What the hell.”

Mammon’s shoulders drooped a little. “Not good?”

“Mammon. You look so hot. So fucking hot. Like. A supermodel? An icon? You’re stunning!”

He was beginning to blush and you could see how pleased your compliments made him. “O-Of course you think I’m hot! I’m the Great Mammon! I always look good in whatever I wear.”

He expected you to stop at that point and chide him to be more humble but was surprised when you amped up the compliments.

“You do babe, you really do. Look at how long your legs are! And your arms, oh my god. And your chest, wow, I kinda want to lick your chest right now.”

“MC!” Shocked and a little embarrassed, Mammon fled to the inside of the dressing room, swishing the curtain shut behind him. He could feel his cheeks burning. 

“Sorry Mams, I’ll stop if you want me to. But I meant every word.”

“...Please don’t stop.”

Leviathan

You were in his room, cuddled on some cushions, watching a new anime together. 

Your head on Levi’s shoulder, you were so comfortable that you were close to drifting off to sleep, until Levi nudged your shoulder. “Sorry, I have to go feed Henry.”

You watched Levi sprinkle food into the large tank, his face illuminated by the soft glow. The bubbles and movement from the tank created dancing patterns on his face. As Levi watched Henry eat, he smiled a soft, private smile, and in that moment he looked ethereal.

“Levi, you’re so beautiful.”

Levi’s head whipped around to look at you. “W-What are you talking about?”

You got up and moved closer until you were inches from his face, studying his features. “I’m serious Levi, you’re absolutely gorgeous. Devastatingly handsome. I could honestly stare at you all day. You are so so beautiful.”

With each compliment, Levi’s mouth grew a little bit wider until he was gaping at you.

“I-Is this some kind of joke? Are you making fun of me right now? Why would you- You know how I feel about-”

“Levi, please. Have a little more faith in me. You know I’d never make fun of you. I’m being completely serious right now when I say that you’re incredibly beautiful.”

Levi thinks his brain might have stopped working.

His face is burning, his body is all tingly, and he can’t get any words out?

“Levi? Come back to me, Levi! Hello?” You’re waving your hand in front of his face but you think he might be broken.

You take his hand and slowly lead him back toward the cushions for kisses and more cuddling. 

Satan

Reading with Satan was one of your favorite ways to spend an afternoon.

You sat in opposite armchairs and let the comfortable silence fill the room. The only disturbance would be if either of you wanted to share a line or passage from the book you were reading.

Legs curled against your chest, you watched the flame of the candles make flickering shadows against Satan’s bookshelves.

He tapped you on the shoulder and you turned to see his outstretched hand holding his book.

“Love, look at this line.”

You read in amusement as the hero of the story made a witty joke. "That was a good one-"

You turned and saw Satan, his eyes crinkled in laughter, a light blush dusting his cheeks, his lips bitten in an attempt to hold in a giggle.

"Satan... you're so fucking cute."

Immediately one of his eyebrows cocked in confusion. "What-"

"You are so adorable, wow. I want to squish your cheeks and like keep you inside my pocket or something."

"Love, I am the Avatar of Wrath. I am not... cute."

"Yeah? Well I beg to differ. I call it like I see it and right now, I can see that you are the cutest being I've ever seen in my life. The way your eyes light up and you get all blushy. So adorable, I can't stand it."

Satan seemed to be stunned by your exclamation, his features frozen in a mixture of confusion and shock.

You walked over to him and began pressing kisses against his eyelids, on his cheeks, nose, and then finally, lips. "I'm gonna keep kissing you because you're so cute, okay?"

He ended up tugging you against his chest and holding you in a princess-carry, trying to bury his face in your hair so you couldn't see how flustered he was.

Asmodeus

You were in Asmo's room helping him pick an outfit. Well, more like you were scrolling through your D.D.D. while Asmo went through his entire closet complaining about how he had nothing to wear.

He had some sort of big business meeting coming up with a perfume company who wanted his help in designing their new line of products.

Every outfit so far had been beautiful and Asmo looked amazing in each one, as always. You weren't sure how to help him.

"MC, this next outfit is a little different. It's not really my style but it was a gift from the designer so tell me what you think, okay?"

Asmo swished aside the curtain of his dressing room and walked out in a formal black business suit. The shirt was open at the throat, exposing his delicate neck, and he had added a pink pocket square. A large silver watch shone on his left wrist. His shiny black shoes clicked against the floor as he walked toward you.

"So, what do you think?"

"Asmo... If I'm being honest I kind of want you to pin me against the wall right now."

"Darling! You're usually never this forward."

You stood up and twirled him around. "My god Asmo, you look incredible. You look so sexy and professional. Like a rich CEO or something. Scratch the wall thing, I kinda need you to bend me over your desk."

Asmo had never been more surprised by you, but his shock didn’t last long.

"Do you really like it, MC? Do you like when I wear this sort of thing? I should wear suits more often if it means you talking like that. I love this side of you darling!"

He began stalking toward you until your back was gently pressed against the wall, his arms making a kind of cage around you. “Is this what you pictured, MC?” He began kissing you fiercely and you grabbed onto the lapel of his jacket to keep yourself steady. 

“Asmo?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Don’t go to the meeting today.”

Beelzebub

You were in the gym with Beel. He was lifting weights and you were bouncing on a medicine ball next to him.

Even though you didn’t exercise at all, Beel said he liked you being there with him. And since it was such a hot day outside, you didn’t mind spending the afternoon in the cool air-conditioned building.

But despite the chill of the room, Beel’s shirt was soaked with sweat. He was lifting enormous weights and you could see the muscles of his arms straining with the effort. 

Beel was, well, absolutely ripped. His arms, legs, and stomach all looked like they had been carved from marble. And you spent enough time cuddling with him to know that his body felt exactly like it looked, solid and incredibly strong.

People who didn’t know Beel personally would have found it hard to believe that the demon with an eight-pack had the personality of a hungry golden retriever.

A grunt from Beel startled you out of your thoughts and you realized you had been staring at him this whole time. Uncomfortable at the way his shirt was sticking to his body from sweat, Beel peeled it off of himself.

“Beel?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re killing me here.”

He looked at you in confusion, worried he had done something. “MC, what’s wrong?”

“Beel, do you even see yourself right now? You literally look like sex on legs. How are you even real? I want to touch you all over. But I also kind of want you to choke me.”

“MC!” Beel cried out in surprise and you could see his neck was flushed. “You know I would never hurt you.”

“I know big guy, I trust you.” You let out a low whistle and reveled in how Beel looked, a combination of pleased and a bit embarrassed. “Beel, you’re so perfect. You look like you could protect me from the world.”

“I would you know,” he whispered. “I want to protect you, I don’t want anything or anyone to hurt you.”

You smiled at him. “I know Beel, and I love you for it.” You let the silence hang in the air for a moment. “But also, can I lick your abs?”

“MC!”

Belphegor

It was a rare occasion that you and Belphie were outside, as you both usually preferred to stay in.

You had both woken up late and decided to stop by a local cafe for some lunch because you were too lazy to cook. 

Belphie sat across from you at the small table and sipped his tea delicately while you polished off the rest of your sandwich. You had one of your ankles hooked around his.

He was looking out the window, his face turned toward the side, and you used the opportunity to study his features.

Long black eyelashes framed his piercing purple eyes. His silky dark hair stood out against his pale complexion and your eyes traced the high bridge of his nose, the softness of his lips.

As if feeling your stare Belphie turned toward you with a smirk. “Something I can help you with?”

“Belphie... you’re really pretty.” 

You could see that you had surprised him a little with your honesty. “You’re so pretty, Belphie. I know a lot of people would kill to have eyelashes as long as yours. And your mouth looks so kissable. You kind of look like a doll. You’re honestly so gorgeous.”

His face was completely blank for a moment then morphed into a calculating stare. “Are... are you being serious right now?” His gaze suddenly turned cold.

“Why would I joke about something like this? I’m telling you right now that think you’re pretty. You’re beautiful.”

Belphie's voice betrayed no emotion. “Nobody’s ever called me pretty before. Or beautiful.”

“Oh, Belphie.” You took his hand from across the table and pressed a kiss against his palm and then the inside of his wrist, the way he did to you all the time. “I’ll repeat it everyday for the rest of my life if you want.”

He scrunched up his nose and whispered, “Don’t. You’re being embarrassing.” But you could tell he didn’t really mean it by the way the corners of his lips quirked up.

He was mostly silent for the rest of lunch, apparently deep in thought, only nodding occasionally at your comments.

When it was time to leave, however, he reached to hold your hand and didn’t let go the entire way home.

[sparkbeast20]

The Mask (Lucifer X MC)

This a one-shot Fanfic, is part of my Halloween series “He Snaps”

short Angst/Fluff with Horror elements in them.

Tell me, which brother you want to see next (except Satan, his will be post on his birthday)

This one is inspired by the Masked Event and @fickleminder's post "Hear Me Cry"

and @amistytown and our share post here

Warning: Mention of Blood, Violence, Drugs, Injury and Demonic nature

He was wandering around the school grounds looking for you, both he and the masks on his face.

This night shouldn’t be like this, it was supposed to be a simple round trip to his brothers haunted house, with you.

Now the masks make him and brothers, think horrible things to the guest and especially you. All the horrific, and vile things his thinking to do, to you are running through his head. All the while he is conscious, trap in his own body, unable to take off the mask himself.

If he, had it bad, he can’t imagine what his brothers are thinking or wanting to do to you. He needs to find you. Even if he has the mask on, his still have a better control then his brothers.

Then again, at was his thought before you met up with him in the student council room, if it hadn’t for Diavolo come in, and take you with him. You would’ve been….

That’s the mask talking right? Telling his body to find you……. Yes, that’s it!

Lucifer is second doubting himself, if he should finds you or stay away from you.

On one hand, if he finds you, is a gamble whether or not he can control himself around you. One the other he stays away, he can “wander” to his brothers haunted house, so happen to see if his brothers are there in their respected houses.

The choice the latter.

But some he started to regret his decision, once he notice that Mammon and Levi aren’t in their house, and he saw was a piece of your RAD uniform on the floor. He doesn’t like this situation.

He quickens his walk to Satan and Asmo’s house, and see no sign of them, only met with a stench of a familiar smell, he quickly looks around to see a blood stain on the wall. A fresh one.

He started to panic in the inside, and didn’t notice a sound of a crack from his mask. He was to focus on getting to the twin’s house. If they’re not there, his main priority is to look for you.

As he walking to the haunted hospital of the twins made, he thought to himself. That you wouldn’t be this reckless to got each house and try to take masks off his brothers. But he quickly remembers that you are the same human, who didn’t listen to him to not go up to the attic, who jump Infront of him to protect his brother and a little angel from him, pointed the night dagger yourself instead of him. You are that reckless.

He finally made it to the hospital, he quietly opens the door and walk in.

Once inside, he heard Mammon and Asmo laughing in delight.

���They’re all here good” Lucifer breath a sigh of relief, soon he stiffed in fear once he heard your name uttered by Mammon.

“MC, come on stay awake” Lucifer started to breathed heavily, as his mask start to crack more.

He walks toward the chatter, as his heart race and eyes shifted back and forth. He stops right before open door at the end of the hall, and see Satan and Beel blocking his view of the exam table. He took a few steps closer to get a better look, Lucifer is stunned to what he saw on the exam table.

You laying on your back, facing towards the door with your eyes slightly open, with a cut on your cheek, your uniform ripped apart with your undershirt what left covering your chest, both arms aren’t even on the table and are dangling on the edge.

But what snap him out of his stunned state, was his brothers talking.

“Maybe, a put too much, tranquilizer in you, sorry about that. But we did want you to run back to the others, now would we.”

“This all your fault Belphie! I wanted to hear their lovely screams in fear” Asmo caress you bleeding cheek getting blood on his finger, then he took one and makes a small heart on your cheek and giggles.

“Do you think we should have told Lucifer about this” Levi voices his concern.

“NO!” Mammon yelled “They already choice him. If we told him about this plan, he would have kept MC all to himself once we trap them”

“And besides.” Satan chips in “I don’t trust him; it seems that he has some what of a control over himself. So, we wouldn’t tell if he’s on are side or not”

He couldn’t take it anymore; he was about to charger but his entire froze. Couldn’t move a muscle, only his eyes.

But the he’s sight landed on your face, and saw you blink at him and mouthed his name, and you try to reach out to him. But Beel saw your arm raise and quickly grabbing it and slamming it back on the table, breaking a bone.

That was the thing that finally set Lucifer over the edged.

The mask finally broke, the sound of it breaking causing the brothers to look what made that sound.

All of them gasps, and drop their tools, seeing Lucifer in his demon form with pure and utter rage on his face.

“L-L-Lucifer~” Levi stuttering was cut off, by Lucifer grabbing him by the throat and slamming him on the ground, he quickly uses his free hand to forcefully grab and pull the mask of him, causing Levi to groan in pain at his mask being taking off of him.

Then Lucifer whip his head towards Mammon and Satan, and runs towards them tackling them into the wall, and quickly grab both masks, breaking them while there is on his brothers faces. Both Mammon and Satan immediately fall on to the floor.

Then Lucifer turns his attention to Beel, who threw a punch at him, by quickly ducking and grabbing Beel by the torso and slamming him on the ground, and use both fists to slam on Beel’s face breaking the mask.

Lucifer is breathing heavily turn his head towards Asmo, who is shaking in fear.

“Lucifer, I- we ~” but he quickly met with a hand grabbing the lower part of his mask, and Lucifer pull Asmo’s mask up, because the curse on the mask, Asmo entire body followed his mask. Lucifer lifted him up over him, flipping Asmo over and slamming him on the empty exam table. Lucifer uses his other hand to grab Asmo’s chin, pry the mask off him.

Then finally, Lucifer growls and slowly turns his head to the youngest, who is still disbelief to all just happen. But quickly snap out of his shock by a hand grabbing him by the neck. Lucifer hoist him by neck, with his feet off the ground. Lucifer, slowly tighten his grip and slowly uses his other hand to grab and crush the mask on Belphie, then he lets go of his brother’s neck let him fall it to the ground.

He pants and look down at Belphie, before let out a monstrous roar.

An hour later

Mammon was the first one to wake up rubbing his head, start looking around. Soon one by one the brothers stared to wake up.

Then Asmo gasps and covered his mouth in fear to what he sees right now.

Lucifer kneeling on the ground, cradling you in his arms, as he sobs and racking back and forth.

Belphie is guilt redden, and chatting no, and quickly got up and rushes towards the two of you, But Lucifer roars at him, causing Belphie to stop dead on his track, and startling the others.

“DON’T YOU DARE TAKE ONE MORE FUCKING STEP CLOSER, IF YOU DON’T WANT TO BE KILLED!” Lucifer warns his baby brother and extension to the others. “I DON’T WANT TO SEE ANY OF YOU RIGHT NOW! LEAVE!!!”

Knowing that Lucifer is trying his best not to attack them right now, all of them quickly ran out of the room, leaving you two alone.

Lucifer whisper an apology, as he holds you tighter giving you warmth. You stared shifted in his arms trying to move your body.

“Love please, don’t move” his voice sound hoarse. “I’m sorry”

You lean closer into him, as you grab his chest, to calm him down.

“I’m…fine…. I…. just…. need…. some…. rest, that’s all” you start crying in his chest.

“I’ll make sure you have it love, now rest. I need to calm myself first. I won’t leave your side”

Note: Oh Man! I really when overboard with this one.

Its kinda my way to make up for the lack of action in my Pain of Love Fic.

Anyway thank you to @fickleminder and @amistytown for their post. I really need something for Lucifer’s story

I'll be posting the next story next week, I need to write some fluff to wash some of the angst. with my The sea for two (Leviathan X MC) fanfic.

[apparentlyaswarmofbees]

Hello I hope your doing well! I have a headcanon idea how would the brothers and previously undatebles react to a masseuse/masseur (people who give out professional massages)

Let's try this shall we~

Edit: I was informed by someone who is actually familiar with this field that the term Masseuse and Masseur can be seen as insulting in the profession, thank you for informing me again!

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The Boys and a Massage Professional/Therapist MC

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Warning: uncensored swearing, a lot of it asfkfkajshfkslajd

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Lucifer

Tense shoulders that could cut steel, harder than a fucking nokia phone from centuries to eons of stress, if I was a professional at massages I think I would be itching to grab onto those muscles of his like dough.

He will probably feel chills down his spine whenever you are around.

Won't take much convincing if the time is right to ask him to please let you release the pressure on him because dear fucking lord I wouldn't be able to just stand and watch either.

Good fucking luck in the process, when I say this man is stiff this man is STIFF.

He will be feeling so much better by the end of it there's a chance he will be slightly dazed.

Also it improved his mood which led to less harsh punishments, which now has led to more demands from others than from Lucifer himself for you to massage him.

I think you should start asking for payment at this point-

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Mammon

And talking about payment, you will definetelly need to ask it from this one because after the first time you gave it to him for free out of your own good will he started to come back for it all. the. time.

Okay, he's cute and the sounds he makes are so 👌. But damn boy this is not exactly so easy so please give something back??????

Well, you just need to say the word and he will always have something in ready to give you. A date at a place you have been wanting to go for a good while now or something you have had you eyes on for a good time.

It's a very win win kind of deal.

Though at some point when you massaged his legs he felt so light he ran faster than he could control and almost ran into a wall, actually no, he did ran into a wall there's a crack in there ouch-

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Leviathan

In which the cause of the second oldest running was probably to scape the demands for his money back from the third oldest, though Levi was definetelly too stunned by the lighting speed to react right away.

He now makes sonic jokes when refering to Mammon.

But going back to massages, this fucking snake has such a bad posture I would be in back pain just from watching him sit.

And don't expect it to be easy to fix that because everytime you touch him he just tenses up further.

I swear it would be easier to just knock him out and acupuncture him.

You will succeed at some point if you don't give up, and BOY he also makes some 👌😩 sounds.

They're a lot more dorkish and high pitched and he will definetelly not be functional by the end of it.

He will start trying to fix his posture from now on to not make your work go to waste.

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Satan

A curious cat that would just straight up ask for a session (not for free of course he already has something to give you back in ready) after witnessing the shenanigans above.

Not so stiff as Lucifer but still fucking hard, which is to be expected since he has so much rage bottled up.

Chances are he's turning into his demon form unconsciously.

It's a bit of an intimidating session not gonna lie, he is basically using it to relieve himself from part of his wrath so with every groan it feels like he's going to jump at you and rip you to shreds.

He won't of course, instead he will smile brightly by the end of the session and give you your reward for such a good job.

It's honestly worth it though you will probably be needing a massage yourself after-

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Asmodeus

And that's where pretty boy comes in! He doesn't have a professional tittle on him but he has centuries of experience so that's close right?

He will have all things ready, just say the word and he will give you the best payment for all your hard work ever: a chance to relax yourself.

And man he's good.

It's also not very tiring to massage him either, his smooth skin is addicting to touch, the atmosphere he will help set up will be perfect, and he also spills a lot of tea in between so that's a plus for entertainment.

Seriously whenever it becomes too much to be with the rest of the brothers just hit Asmo up and he's gotchu.

Private spa day comming right up.

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Beelzebub

He won't ask because it will completelly scape his mind.

He plays a lot of sports and does a lot of exercising so of course he has a lot of sore muscles.

And you can't tell me you wouldn't want to massage his belly, he's a glutton, it's literally asking for you to massage there.

Baby boy is always so gratefull, thanks to your aftercare on his legs, arms and torso, he has never felt lighter!

Which has led him to accidentally break some of the gym weights, win a sports game almost all on his own and make another restaurant suffer because he felt he could eat more than usual.

Although I would like to say you should proceed with the massages with caution, his smile is too precious to ever say no to.

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Belphegor

Easiest target ever, will probably sleep for 24 hours in one go right after.

And he won't wake up for shit.

Though once he wakes up after those 24 hours he will basically be wide awake for the next 24 hours, so honestly? This has turned out to be very useful in important ocasions.

Will often give out some whines in the middle of a session, possibly half asleep for the entire time.

I feel like he would feel quite ticklish in some places even though you wouldn't be purposelly trying to tickle him, probably.

And I know many of you love his laugh, so yeah that's a plus.

He will definetelly offer to massage you back, and yes he will be good at it, and no it's not because of experience, yes it's because he's too much of a genious and has basically learned through osmosis just from getting massages from you.

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Solomon

Let me tell ya, he's stiffer than you think.

Bad posture, centuries of responsabilities, strain from excessive use of magic and pacts and the weight of existence when you are both immortal and unable to die.

He could easily rival Lucifer and he won't even realize it.

Will definetelly agree to get a massage and will definetelly say "well I do feel a bit under the weather" and his muscles will definetelly feel a little bit more than just under the weather.

It's easier to chew on hard bread than massage Solomon.

He also offers to pay you back.

Do not agree to get a massage from him, I repeat, DO NOT.

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Simeon

If you didn't feel like touching that exposed waist of his then you're lying.

If you don't offer first, he will ask you for it at some point.

And man to have a literal angel right under you, letting out a few exhales of satisfaction and bliss with every move of your skilled hands and arms, sometimes a chuckle followed by a comment that could start a small conversation.

Smooth skin, perfectly shaped body, I don't think I would be able to get my hands off him either.

Massage his hands, from his palms to his fingertips, massage his shoulders, from his blades to his neck, thumbs pressing close to his spine.

He will gladly let you indulge yourself for as long as you wish.

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Diavolo

Another one who's stiffer than you think.

You could literally jump on his back and it would feel like pavement.

Oh and he's now definetelly addicted to massage.

Of course he will also be paying you back with whatever you wish (don't make a joke and say something like 100,000,000 grimm, he will take it seriously-).

Depending on the day he may actually fall asleep, which is very cute.

On another note tho, have you ever thought about sleeping on his back? Because I have-

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Barbatos

Good luck getting him to take off his clothes, even more good luck to catch him not being busy.

This man will gladly give out massages of his own (which could probably knock out a dragon because damn boy those hands are skilled) but will probably not be as easy to convince to get a massage.

It will take an extremelly tiring day to make him agree and it will be so worth it.

Why you ask? Because the look in his face will alway be so soft by the end of it. Pure gratefullness.

Since then he will start to actually seek you out from time to time, the little smile on his face almost looking excited.

[sugaslilsugabby]

Corrupt

F!reader x Simeon

Obey me

⚠️WARNINGS: NSFW, Dom angel bby, overall pure filth⚠️

18+ I am an adult writing this, minors do not interact pls and thank you. No reposting. Reblogs are appreciated 🥺💗

A/N: I finally finished writing this after a WHILE of procrastinating bc I’m a terrible writer, thank you so much @letgobro for being so patient with me even though this was requested forever ago 🥺💗

It was safe to say as much as you loved the brothers you would always confide in Simeon the most. The way he would call you his “little lamb” would send shivers down your spine, he was so sweet and caring, especially to young Luke no matter how feisty he may be. What you did not expect was for him to have a more dominant side, and you would’ve never known about it if it weren’t for tonight.

It was Saturday, or as Asmo liked to call it “The day where we can get fucked up and not have to worry about classes the next day.” So he decided it was a perfect idea for a visit to The Fall, while Barbatos watched Luke in the Demon Lord’s castle for the night.

You heard a squeal from behind you, the Avatar of Lust clapping his approvingly at the skin-tight black dress that clung to your every curve and accentuating them nicely. “Darling you look STUNNING!” He said as he looked over every inch of your body, “Asmo this is a little too showy, it’s not like I’m trying to impress someone.” You said whilst staring at yourself in the mirror. You heard a small ‘tsk tsk tsk’ come from behind you, “I see how you look at Simeon, you literally GLOW! You can’t fool the Avatar of Lust honey.” He said as he handed you a pair of black pumps.

“He’s a literal angel Asmo, isn’t premarital sex a sin or something?” You said rolling your eyes, “Besides; even if he COULD he doesn’t see me as anything more than a friend.” You said, putting the finishing touches on your makeup, swiping the lip gloss against your plump lips you stare at yourself in the mirror. “Whatever darling, let’s just go have some fun!”

You sighed, the club was in full swing. Demons grinding up on each other, demons playing tongue hockey in the back of the club, and the strong smell of demonus and other alcoholic drinks in the air. You sat at a booth, demonus in hand as you stared out into the crowd. Everyone was having a good time and here you were alone. “What have we here? Looks like a certain little lamb strayed away from the group.” You looked up startled to see Simeon, a small smile on his face, drink in hand. “Ah, Simeon! I didn’t think clubs were something you enjoyed.” You said, scooting over to let him in.

“I don’t dislike them, we just don’t have many in the celestial realm. What are you doing alone? I’m surprised Asmodeus hasn’t tried to set you up with someone.” He said, chuckling softly. You giggled, “Oh trust me he has. I’m just not interested, not interested in them anyway.” You said softly.

“Oh? But you are interested in somebody? Do tell little lamb.” Simeon said teasingly, his elbows resting on the table as he cradles his head in his hands. “That is a secret I won’t tell, sorry Simeon.” You said, turning your head, blushing slightly.

You felt a big strong hand on your thigh, his other hand softly grabbing your chin to make you face him. You avert your eyes, a pink tint evident on your cheeks. “S-Simeon!” You heard him chuckled, his face nearing yours. “If I were to tell you that I am in love with you what would your answer be little lamb?” Your heart began beating loudly, your pupils dilating as you looked at the angel that currently had you in the palm of his hand, without thinking you pushed your lips on his, your body instantly relaxing against him as he deepened the kiss.

You let out a whiny moan, as he broke the kiss. His eyes now darkened with lust as he caressed your thigh, “Forgive me but I simply cannot hold back anymore.” He said as he picked you up bridal style, your arms instantly circling his neck as he carried you back to Purgatory Hall.

He threw the door to his room open, kicking it closed with his foot as he placed you on his bed, instantly pinning you down. “Do you know how hard I’ve been trying to keep myself calm around you? Every time I go into heat I can’t stop thinking about your lips wrapped around my cock, you drive me insane Y/N.” Simeon said, his hand coming down to your now-soaked lace panties. He let out a groan, his fingers ever so slightly teasing your soaking folds.

“S-Simeon please!” You heard him chuckle as he placed kisses down your neck, leaving a mark on your breast. “Please what darling? I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me. Be a good girl and tell me.” You bucked against his finger, whimpering slightly as you try to gain more friction. “Simeon don’t tease me, want you.” You said breathlessly. He let out a playful growl as he ripped off your dress, your panties following the same fate. A groan came from his throat as he eyed your slick pussy, licking his lips he pressed playful kisses to your inner thighs, “So needy baby, I’ll give you what you want just be patient.” He says, his fingers trailing up to your folds.

He spread your slick lips, placing a kiss on your pearl before licking a long stripe up your delicate flower. Your back arching at the sensation of the angel eating you like it was his last meal, your hands ran through his silky hair, clinging to it as pleasure came in waves through your body. “F-Fuck Simeon, your gonna make me cum!” You shrieked, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull as every nerve-ending in your body was set alight. “That’s it baby, let it out. Good fucking girl.” Simeon said, lapping up your cum as you rode out your high.

You tugged at his shirt softly, “Wanna see you too..” Palming his erect cock through his pants, a moan falling from his lips. It sounded so heavenly yet oh so sinful at the same time. He pulled away and stood up from the bed, ridding himself of his shirts and pants, your legs squeezed together at the sight of his taught chest. He grabbed you by the arms, planting you on the floor in front of him, your mouth watering at the fact that you were now face-to-face with the still covered thick erection. “You looked so fucked out and I haven’t even fucked your tight little pussy.” he cooed as he removed his boxers.

He let out a hiss, his thick cock standing tall, pre-cum leaking out of the swollen tip. He grabbed your hair, tilting you to look up at him, “Mouth open little lamb, wanna feel your lips around my cock.” You opened your mouth, looking up at him innocently as he slid the tip of his cock in, he let out a guttural groan as his hips bucked at the feeling, pushing your head down and gagging you on his cock, head thrown back in pleasure. He steadily began face fucking you, drool and precum trickling down the sides of your mouth, big doe eyes looking up at him with tears.

As much as Simeon wanted to cum down your throat he pulled out. Picking you up and laying you on the bed once more. You bucked your hips upward, “Please Simeon!” A sinful chuckle fell from his puffy lips as he hovered over you, strong arms holding him up as he teasingly ghosted your lips, “So eager little one, do you want my cock that bad?” You let out a gasp as the tip of cock rubbed against your now swollen nub, your hips bucking upwards for more friction, a low groan came from above you as Simeon guided his tip to your slick entrance.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he sheathed himself into your drooling cunt, your nail digging crescents into his shoulder, “F-Fuck! S’big Simeon!!” He lowered his head down to your neck, letting out a growl as he sunk his teeth into you, “I’m not even fully in angel, so tight for me.” You whimpered, rutting your hips against him, desperately wanting to feel the rest of him. Simeon pulled out to ram back into you, a shriek escaping your lips. Your slick cunt deliciously stretched around him, “Such a good girl for me, so fucked out, all for me.” He licked his lips, fingers coming down to rub your clit as he quickened his pace, a broken moan leaving your parted mouth as you felt the white-hot pleasure consuming you once again, you had never felt this good during sex, “S-Simeon, s’too much, mmmm g-gonna cum!” Fingers never relenting their pace on your engorged clit as the words ‘cum for me again Y/N’ left his mouth, you clamped down on his cock, arousal coating his cock, a couple more thrusts as you felt his hips stutter, a choked moan escaping him as he came, thick ropes of his cum coating your gummy walls.

As you came down from your high you let out a whimper, feeling empty as Simeon pulled out, getting up and starting the bath for the both of you, “Come here, pretty girl.” He cooed as he scooped you up in his arms, your arms wrapping around his neck. Sitting both of you in the tub as he littered your face in kisses. It was pure bliss and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[gavin-plz-call-me]

The brothers + Luke do a gem digging kit with you

When I say gem digging kit, I mean one of these. It's basically just a hunk of chalk with gemstones inside that you dig into until you find all the gems. It's supposed to be for little kids, but I did one recently and it was pretty fun.

Also, a note: the gems I attribute to each character are purely based on the appearance/name of the gem. I'm not taking into account the meanings of the gems just because that sounds like a lotta work and I'm lazy.

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Lucifer

Why?

No, seriously, he's confused as to why you'd want to spend your time doing that.

If you want a gemstone so badly, he could just buy you one, no need to go digging into a hunk of whatever that is to get one.

He'll end up doing it with you, but don't expect to do any of the digging.

"You're not doing it right, here give it to me."

He's a control freak, what'd you expect?

He's, for some reason, really good at digging out the gemstones.

Doesn't care about identifying what types of gems you find, leaves that work to you.

You two will get done pretty quickly because he did all the work

You pick out a garnet and hand it to Lucifer as a thank you.

He scoffs a little but pockets it.

Will 100% have it cut and made into a gorgeous ring or something.

Treasures it way more than you thought he'd treasure some random gem.

Mammon

"Of course ya want Mammon's help. You're just a puny little human, so I'll do ya a favor, as long as I get to keep a couple."

He's practically drooling at the thought of gemstones, and all he's gotta do is dig them outta this brick? Score.

Don't tell him he's probably not going to get anything worth any Grimm, or he'll be no help at all.

Let's you do, like, 70% of the work, but as soon as you guys spot a gemstone, he's ripping the chisel from your hand so you don't damage the stone.

Get's pretty into identifying each gem because he wants to see what they're all worth.

You get done in a decent amount of time.

You hand him pyrite from the pile of gems (also known as fools gold.)

Mammon knows a thing or two about gold and knows what you gave him isn't the real deal.

He'll put it in a little jar and makes a keychain out of it so he can keep it with him at all times.

Will loudly complain, but secretly not so secretly treasures it because it's a gift from you.

Leviathan

Has probably seen something similar in an anime or something.

So he's super excited to do it with you.

Will get jealous if you hog up all the time, but turns around hogs it.

He'll end up doing like 80% of the work, letting you do some if you ask nicely.

Isn't very good at it, though.

Get's frustrated in the end and puts the brick in water so it's easier to break.

So, initially, it took a while for the two of you to break through the brick, but once you soak it in water it goes by quickly.

Will try to identify the gem types, but doesn't care too much about guessing correctly.

You give him the biggest gem in the pile, an amethyst, and he turns into a blushing, stuttering mess what's new?

He'll proudly display the gem in a place of honor in his room, definitely beside a super rare, limited edition Ruri-chan action figure in a glass case to reduce damage to both Ruri-chan and the amethyst.

Satan

Is a bit confused as to why you want to do this, like Lucifer, but gladly joins you.

Will start off like Lucifer, taking charge of breaking the brick open, but the moment he gets frustrated with it, he hands the chisel to you.

You'll split the work about 50/50, with Satan giving you control whenever he gets frustrated with himself, and taking it back once he's calmed down a bit.

Be careful, though, if he doesn't give you the chisel in time, the brick may go flying out of rage, but at least all the gems are out now.

Get's very into identifying what types of gems you've collected.

Will bring out books on gemstones because the sheet the kit came with doesn't include enough information to properly identify them.

It doesn't take too long for the two of you to finish, probably because you're sharing the work so evenly.

Asmodeus

You give him a peridot, which he has made into one of those fancy metal bookmarks, putting the peridot at the end.

something like this

Oh devildom no, you're not roping him into this

Two words: his nails

and his clothes

and his skin

He will gladly watch as long as you're not doing it in his room, but don't expect any help.

If you wash the gems of any grime before handing them to him, he'll gladly help you identify what kinds they are.

Plus, they're all so pretty, he should at least be there to look at them.

You're done fairly slowly, due to the fact that you had to do it all by yourself.

Despite Asmo being no help, you give him an opal.

He'll squeal because opals are just so beautiful.

If there's only one, though, he'll have it made into a stunning choker.

If there are two opals amongst the gems you found, he'll demand ask nicely for the second one so they can be made into earrings.

Beelzebub

I know it kinda looks like chocolate, Beel, but you can't eat it.

Yes, I know you're hungry, Beel, but it's not food.

In all seriousness, he thinks it'll be fun and joins.

Lets you do most of the work, but not out of laziness, but because you look like you're having so much fun.

Will only help when you ask him to.

If you get bored and frustrated, Beel can and will just rip the brick apart with his bare hands if you ask.

Likes looking at the gems, but isn't too interested in identifying them.

You don't get done super fast, but definitely a lot faster than you would have doing it alone because of Beel's help.

You give him a ruby as thanks.

He either won't have it made into anything, opting to keep it safely in his room, or he'll have it made into a simple necklace.

Belphegor

Like with Asmo, good luck roping Belphie into this.

Not because he's afraid to get dirty, but because it just sounds like so much work.

He might help you out a bit, but will most likely just watch you, trying not to fall asleep during the process.

He fails and definitely falls asleep at some point.

Doesn't care about identifying the gems.

The process is somehow slower with Belphie's help, but it eventually gets done.

You'll place a sapphire next to him when you've finished because he's too asleep for you to hand it to him.

He doesn't have it made into anything because, again, that sounds like so much work, but he'll definitely keep it on his bedside table to look at and think of you with.

Luke

This kid's gonna have so much fun doing this with you.

And you better let him do all of the work, even though he's not very good at it.

He'll ask you for help every once in a while but wants to do as much of it by himself.

Is very excited about correctly identifying the gemstones, he may try to rope Satan in so the two of you can use his books on gemstones to make accurate guesses.

It's gonna take a while for you two to get it done, but Luke's having so much fun it doesn't really matter.

In the end, you let him keep all of the gems because he was so excited about it.

After a few days, though, he'll come to you with two identical friendship bracelets, one for him and one for you, both with rose quartz on them.

If you ever take it off, he'll cry.

So don't take it off.