#drawing that mammon made me fall in love w/ him all over again

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those friends sure do smile or whatevs

[obeythedemons]

When his heart first skipped a beat [Obey Me! Headcanons]

Obey Me! Masterlist

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Lucifer

"No," MC stood their ground in front of him. He narrowed his eyes and told them to move once more. "I'm not moving, you need your rest." They spread their arms out as if their body would be enough to stop him. "I'm going to take care of your brothers, you go to bed."

"Who do you think you are ordering me around? You don't have a pact with me," he lowered his voice in an attempt to intimidate them.

"Your friend," MC replied, not at all scared of him. Instead, they looked up at him with a look that made him want to take a step back.

He felt his heart squeeze and his eyes widened at the sensation. He shook his head. Perhaps the exhaustion was giving him heart palpitations.

"Fine," he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "But once I wake up, things had better be in order."

Mammon

"I don't want to make a pact with him like this, Levi," he heard MC talking in the kitchen. He frowned and crossed his arms over his chest as he continued to eavesdrop.

"I want my money back, MC," Levi whined. "If you make a pact with him you can force him to give it back to me."

"But forcing someone to do something isn't right," MC protested.

"If he forms the pact with you, then that's his fault!"

"But holding Goldie hostage?" Mammon's eyes widened at the thought of his credit card being found. He peeked around the corner, seeing MC chipping away at the ice block surrounding his precious card.

"Just do it, MC," Levi said with a roll of his eyes.

"I don't want to use Mammon like that," MC murmured, sadness evident on their face. He felt his heart squeeze at the sight of someone not wanting to treat him like the scumbag he is. Taking a deep breath, he sauntered into the kitchen. Maybe he'd let them think they'd form a pact with him just for Goldie.

Leviathan

"Hey Levi!" he heard MC's voice from behind his door. He rolled his eyes and shared a look with Henry 2.0.

"Password?" Levi called back, going back to gaming.

"I-I don't know it," he heard MC mutter. "I-sorry, I just wanted to see if you wanted to watch some anime from the human world with me?"

His fingers froze as they were keying out commands to his character. With a sigh, he paused the game and dragged himself to the door. He looked at them, expecting them to laugh at his face.

"Human world anime?" he questioned.

"Uhuh," MC grinned and held up a disc set. "It's my favorite one."

"W-wait!" Leviathan took a step back. "You like anime?"

MC tilted their head to the side. "Well, yeah?"

He gulped. His heart skipped a beat before pounding away heavily.

Satan

"Just put it on, MC," Asmo cooed. "I promise he'll love it."

"I don't know," MC sounded reluctant.

With a sigh, Satan looked up from his book to Asmo's closet where the other two were. "What are you trying to make MC do, Asmo?"

"Oh hush!" Asmo stuck his head out of the closet. "You'll see in just a second!" Asmo winked at Satan before heading back in. "Just wear it, MC! Please!"

He heard MC let out an exasperated breath of air followed by Asmo's cheering. Asmo sauntered out of the closet with a wide grin on his face, but when he looked at Satan that grin turned mischievous.

Satan narrowed his eyes at him. "What did you do?" Before Asmo could answer, Satan's attention was diverted to the soft footsteps of MC leaving the closet. His eyes widened, his heart skipped several beats to where he was wondering if he was dying, he felt a rush of heat spread across his face.

"Do they look stupid?" MC questioned, adjusting the cat ears they were wearing.

"They look fine," Satan answered quickly, burying his face in his book, but unable to read with the image of MC stuck in his face.

Asmodeus

He smiled seductively at the camera before hitting a snack. After the photo was taken, he hummed with content as he looked it over. Perfect angle. Perfect lighting. Perfect model. It was a perfect photo, but for some reason, he had no desire to post it on Devilgram. Not, his desire was to share it with one person.

"And send," he spoke, sending his selfie to MC.

It only took a few seconds before they responded.

MC: !!!!!

MC: It's not fair how beautiful you are!

Asmo chuckled before typing away.

Asmo: Let me see how cute you are <3

It took a couple of seconds before a photo popped up. Asmo let a snort come out. He hid his face with his hands from the rather unattractive noise that just came out.

He peaked at the photo of MC making the most unattractive face possible. He burst out laughing, his heart dancing about happily.

Beelzebub

He had just gotten back from practice and starving was an understatement. He was sweating, his hands were shaking, he felt nauseated, he felt like he was going to die from his hypoglycemic episode. He stumbled into the kitchen, searching desperately for food.

"Beel! Perfect timing," he faintly heard MC's voice call, but he couldn't see them. His vision was getting blurry. "Beel?" Their voice sounded concerned. He narrowed his eyes, trying to focus, but the hunger was becoming too much.

"Food," he managed to get out as he put most of his body weight on the kitchen counter. He was getting dizzy.

A couple of seconds later, he felt something press up against his lips. He opened his mouth and swallowed whatever it was. There was more. This time, he noticed it was sweet and he chewed it. It was crunchy.

His vision started to focus back. He looked down seeing MC frown up at him. They held a batch of cookies in their hands.

"Are you okay?" they asked quietly. Beel nodded his head, eyeing the other cookie. MC let out a breath of relief before they handed him another. He happily ate it, savoring the sweet taste. "Do they taste okay? I baked them just for you?"

Beel's heart thumped heavily. "Just for me?" he questioned with his mouth fool. He swallowed the cookies and smiled happily. "They taste amazing!"

Belphegor

"Belphie," he heard a distant voice call to him. Although, this voice didn't seem to be too distant, just in the realm of the waking. "Belphie, if you sleep here you'll catch get cold."

Belphie reached his arms out and tightly gripped the person shaking his shoulder. They yelped as he brought them close to him. His arms wrapped around them.

"Then keep me warm," he retorted. He buried his face in their chest. He froze when he inhaled. It wasn't the sent of his brothers, but someone else.

He peaked his eyes opened, seeing MC close to him. His heart thumped heavily at MC's bewildered expression. With a yawn, he sat up, acting like he wasn't affected by MC's scent. It was comforting, warm.

Diavolo

MC was sitting at his desk while he finished up some paperwork. He had expected to be finished with them by the time MC got there, but alas, here he was.

"Lord Diavolo?" MC questioned, drawing the demon prince of Hell from his work.

"Yes, MC?"

"Do you like being called Lord Diavolo?" He looked up at them, seeing them look off to the side, refusing to make eye contact with him.

"I suppose if I had friends, I wouldn't want them to call me Lord Diavolo."

MC pouted, their lips sticking out. "You don't consider us friends?"

Diavolo's eyes widened. A painful sensation burst from his heart, though he wouldn't call it unpleasant. In fact, he wanted to feel it again.

"I would very much like to consider us friends."

"Good, Dia," MC grinned widely at him, making his heart flutter once more.

Barbatos

He was looking everywhere for the human. Somehow, they had gotten separated at the market. Something had caught his eye and he wandered off, but he had a sneaking suspicion that the same thing also happened with MC.

"Help!" he heard the human screech. His eyes widened as he sprinted to where the scream came from. A demon was towering over their form, salivating at the sight of the human's soul.

With a flick of his wrist, the demon was sent flying through a wall. Barbatos grabbed MC's hand and dragged them away from the alleyway they were trapped in.

"Are you hurt?" Barbatos asked once they were a distance away. His eyes trailed over MC's form, looking for any scratches or bruises.

"No," MC mumbled, looking down shamefully.

Barbatos frowned. "What's wrong?"

"I..." MC sighed. "I ruined our trip to the market together, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize," Barbatos shook his head. "All that matters is that you're not injured."

MC gave him a weak smile. "Thank you, Barbatos." They paused for a moment. "Oh! That's right." They dug through their bag. "I bought this for you. It's not much, but I wanted to thank you for bringing me here today." Barbatos's eyes landed on a bouquet of lilacs. "They're flowers from the human realm! I was surprised to see them here."

Barbatos felt his cheeks heat up and his heart dance about. Lilacs, the flowers indicating the first sign of love.

Simeon

"And how have you been adjusting here?" Simeon questioned as he took a sip of his tea. He smiled kindly at MC. "I know it's been a couple of months now, but a lot has happened since then."

"It has," MC nodded. "To be honest, I was surprised to actually meet some demons and a couple of angels, I didn't know what to think. Humans have some pre-conceived notions on angels and demons, but seeing as I've never met one, I didn't want to let that cloud my judgment."

Simeon chuckled. "That's a very diplomatic way of seeing things."

MC shook their head. "I didn't do it to try and protect myself or get anything from any of you, I wanted to get to know all of you for who you are, not what you are. And after I got to know you, I wanted to be your friend!"

Simeon smiled brightly at MC, loving the feeling of his heart skipping a beat at their kindness.

Solomon

"Just hold still for a moment," Solomon warned as he glanced at his book. "Alright, let me just...." He trailed off into muttering the encantation. His eyes flickered off from the book to where MC was standing in the circle. "How are you feeling?"

MC blinked at him. Their eyes drooping shut. "Tired." Their knees buckled and they started to fall forward. Cursing, Solmon rushed forward and caught them in his arms before they could hit the wooden blanks below.

"Are you okay?" he questioned, manipulating their body so he could look at their face.

They gave him a lopsided grin. "Just need...some sleep. But the encantation should help with insomnia," MC yawned. Their eyes drifting shut. "But maybe not with relaxing, this is a bit...too much." MC turned and buried their face in his chest. "Protect me while I sleep?"

Solomon's face turned a bright red. He adjusted MC a bit so that he was able to hold them tightly against him. "Of course, I'll always protect you." He ignored the wild hammering in his chest, opting to look after his fellow human.

[sparkbeast20]

You’re my Treasure (Mammon X MC) Pt9

The Blue Lotus petals (series)

As a fan of Beauty X Beast pairing, Showing your “true self” to Lover or (Monster Love) Tropes. I figure to make a (More Demonic Forms AU/head canon) story for each brothers. Heads up each brother’s Story is long as fuck. So, I’ll be posting them as parts and finishing one brother before moving on to the rest of them.

(spoiler for lesson 1-60)

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6 Pt7 Pt8

Warning: Swearing, Demonic nature, mention of Pain, Blood, Violence, Killing, Cannibalism, Using Someone as Baited

Previously

“I’ll activated the spell while you and Satan grab our troublesome brothers” the two nod and move in. leaving Lucifer to get ready.

“When it all fail, I still have the book. Mammon what ever happens I know you’re ready to take my place. It better me then you”

Levi, Asmo and Beel is face to face with Mammon who looks at them with a blink stare.

“M-Mammon! It’s you……. I-It’s really you” Levi tries to hold back the tears as he smiles to Mammon who turn to face them and start cooing. “W-where have y-you been! You know that you Made Beel worried sick about……how worried sick I am!?!” Levi starts cry as walks over to him. However, Mammon is getting annoyed of he with the noise. His feather slowly raises up as shrike comes out from him with start out low but louder and deeper shrike.

“Levi! I think you’re making him angry!” Beel grab Levi by the collar of jacket, and pull him back so hard he stumbles back and fall on his butt. Beel shifted to his demon form and stand Infront of Asmo in a defensive position, which makes Mammon think of they are a threat.

“Mammon!!” Belphie scream his name, as he standing behind him, Mammon quickly turns to face Belphie, all the while Satan sneak behind the three brothers, with one wave of his hand he undid the chain spell.

A sound of chains breaking echoes around them causing them to flinch, all expect Satan, Belphie and Mammon the latter which whip his head towards Basto.

Who immediately took his chances and start running out of there? Mammon sees it and chase after him.

Once Mammon is in the spell circle, Lucifer flew out of his hiding spot, and trigger the spell, a barrier starts to form from where Lucifer is to the opposite side where he standing.

Satan hold down both Levi and Asmo from following Mammon, unfortunately Beel saw Basto running and thinks he escape followed Mammon into the spell. Seeing his twin step in Belphie followed him too.

The spell is complete with Mammon, Beel, Belphie inside with Basto who crushes into the invisible barrier causing him to flew back and fall right Infront of Mammon.

At the brink of death and beaten up to exhaustion he tries to crawl away, But Mammon quickly stops him by stepping on him and dig his talons on the back of the demon. With one slowly pulls his head back and quickly drop it peaking Basto right through the head piercing his skull killing him once and for all.

Meanwhile Beel and Belphie punch and push on the barrier with Levi and Asmo doing the same thing from the other side of it.

“Beel is no uses this one of Lucifer’s spells, he’s the only can break it.” Belphie pants catching his breath as he said that. “We just have to stay calm and~” but seeing Levi’s expression cuts him, causing him to turn around. Mammon is staring right at them while licking his beak.

“SHIT!!! Beel get ready” Belphie shifted to his demon form, getting ready.

Lucifer seeing his younger brothers in danger, reach for the book and about to use it, when suddenly Mammon perks up with his head and feathers rising up. Then he squawks and try to fly but only crash in the barrier and fall.

“What’s happening?” Asmo asks but no knows to answer him, as they all watch Mammon fly, crash, fall and get up only to repeat the progress.

“He stops noticing us” Beel asks Belphie who nod, move near to the barrier where Satan is Standing. “Satan, uh? What should we do now?”

“Just stay out of his way, I think his too distracted to notices that he can break the spell by phase through it”

“Wait what? He can do that”

“That’s his thing, he’s not just fast in flying he can also go through thing like trees and mountains like a ghost”

“How ironic that he is scare of horror and other scary thing, and yet his basically a demon that can scare anyone by just poking his head through the wall” Satan chuckles while Belphie look at him with a blink expression.

“Really right now”

“That’s good right! we have Mammon back and his kinda acting like his old self” Asmo cheer statement causing the other a little optimism, all expect Beel.

“We need to let him go” The other whip their head at Beel with a shock expression.

“Eh…… Beel you were the one who told me that we not losing him again” Levi yells at Beel, who just keep watching Mammon hurting himself trying to escape.

“I-I ……... think his trying to get back to y/n” everyone eyes widen at Beel’s remake, then look back at Mammon who is panting and letting out squawks.

“What made you have that idea, Beel” Lucifer finally walks over to them and asks. As he watches Mammon keep trying to escape.

“Look at him! He distresses if Satan is right, then he should be able to break you spell but he doesn’t his more focus on getting back to y/n and not realize that he can get out of this minutes ago”

Lucifer look closer to Mammon who is now catching his breath, carefully examining him. And thinking to what is next plan.

“Lucifer if we let him go, there is a possibility that we might not see him again.” Satan is weighting their option tell his brothers the possibilities “But if we let him fly far enough that we can still see him, we might able to follow him to where he’s been hiding and where y/n might be”

“Satan! This Mammon we’re talking about, even Lucifer has trouble catching up to him!” Levi voices his concern on the option with Asmo and Beel shaking their head in agreement.

“Beel we can’t stay here, the moment he sees us in here with him, he’ll take his frustration out of us, and well…… I for one don’t want to be kill like the dead corpse over there” Belphie points to a half-eaten dead body, which is being step on by Mammon, who start flying again.

“And that dead corpse was the only thing draw out Mammon in the first place, if we let him go, we can never find him again” Asmo reply to Belphie, who is looking at him narrow bow and snarling.

“Fuck you Asmo! You’re not the one trap inside with him. Look I love Mammon, but I don’t want to be kill by him!?!”

While the two brothers argue, Lucifer and Satan are weighting their option.

“Lucifer, Belphie’s right eventually he’ll see them in there with him and~”

“We’ll let him go and follow him to where he and y/n have been hiding” Lucifer said it in stern tone. Then he looks at Asmo and Levi, to see if they objected.

“W-we’re not losing him…...r-right!”

“Rest assure Leviathan! We are not losing are brother not like this, now you and Belphie are with Beel, and Satan is with Asmo. If I don’t have someone to carry, I will able to catch up to him. But whatever happens DON’T STOP FOLLOWING. If one of us gets knock out by him while in the air, the rest of us KEEP GOING. Understood.”

Satan and Belphie are the only ones who nods in agreement, while Levi and Asmo are unsure of the plan. And Beel just look on to Mammon.

“Beel?” Belphie place a hand on his twin’s shoulder and calling to him. “Are you ready?” Beel turns and looks at Lucifer and nods.

All of them shifted to their demon form and prepare themselves what maybe a long flight ahead of them.

With one wave of a hand the spell broke, Causing Mammon to look up see the spell breaking from the top down. He immediately flaps his wings taking off and start heading north.

Levi and Belphie quickly grabs on to Beel’s arms and Satan did the same thing to Asmo. All the winged demons quickly took off with Lucifer in the lead following Mammon to where ever he’s been and where he taken you to.

After two hours of unstop flying through, they finally made it to the unknown woods, where there is miles of trees and a couple of lakes they flew by.

“I haven’t seen this place before but I kinda feel like I been here” Satan comments as he looks around taking in the scenery and feeling strange deep inside.

Then after a few minutes of flying overhead of the woods Mammon dive down, surprising his brothers of the sudden change of direction.

The other quickly follow suit.

Even with his bigger form Mammon, easily maneuver through the trees with Lucifer is hot on his trail. Unfortunately for Beel who is carrying Levi and Belphie changing direction is not an easy task to do. While Asmo is slowly losing speed, not only he’s carrying Satan but his wings are getting tired. Satan sees that Asmo is panting meaning they’ll be grounded soon. Quickly cast a spell and threw it at Lucifer’s ankle, causing him to look back for a moment. And seeing that Satan was the one who cast it return his focus on Mammon as he continues to follow him.

“Asmo take us back down, we can’t follow them like this”

“But Satan!”

“You’re going to pass out in any second now if you keep going. So landed down NOW!” Satan sternly said the last part, causing Asmo to flinch and slowly fly closer to the ground.

“Beel! You too” Satan glare at Beel with a serious look, giving him the scenes of his not taking no for an answer, so Beel did the same thing. The two-winged demons slowly decent down, making an emergency landed.

Once close to the ground, Levi, Satan, and Belphie jump off and get on the ground with Beel land smoothly but Asmo who is tired pass out causing him to landed on the ground by falling face down.

Levi and Beel rushes over to fifth’s side and help him by turning him on his back.

“Satan what spell did you cast?”

“A tether spell, so we can follow them by foot. At this rate only Lucifer has a better chance in following Mammon through the trees, and you two need to rest your wings.”

After hearing that Beel sat next to a sleeping Asmo, while Levi walks over to Satan and Belphie.

“You think Lucifer manage to keep up with him” Satan raise a bow to Levi’s thought. “Is Lucifer, even it kills him he’ll keep following Mammon where ever he goes. That how he is”

Then Satan claps to grab the attention.

“We’ll rest for an hour, then we’ll keep going on foot”

Mammon swoop down and landed Infront of the cave, rushes inside. Lucifer gave him a couple feet head start before following him in the cave.

He slowly looks around the cave as he decent farther into it. And notice a make shift campfire with a pot and roaster above it.

“Good y/n is be able to survive with Mammon like this~” A shrike cuts him off, causing to running in farther into the cave.

Mammon in a panic, franticly look around the cavern leaping all over the place looking for something. While squawking as if his calling for someone.

Lucifer made it to the mouth of the cavern, and see that Mammon is looking from something or someone.

He though to himself that this bad, Mammon is looking for you and now that your gone because he was held back by the trap. He will attack and kill anyone who made the trap in the first-place aka he and other brothers.

Since Lucifer knows now where you two are been hiding, he can meet back with the others and form a different plan.

When suddenly something crashes beside him, the impact shook the floor he was standing causing him to fall into the cavern and landing on his side on his arm causing a bone to break.

Mammon saw Lucifer and threw a statue at him, and ready himself to pounce at Lucifer, who is trying to get up. But Mammon pounces on top of him and dug his talons into Lucifer’s broken arm breaking the skin and drawing blood.

Lucifer look up to met Mammon’s demonic stare which is filled with anger, sadness, and resentment all blinding him to see that he’s hurting his brother.

With no other option he uses his wing to grab Mammon’s attention it works and use other talon to pinned down his wing freeing Lucifer’s arm. And quickly reach in grabbing the book out of his coat and start reading it then his eyes turning more demonic with each word and starting to feel his body shifting to his demonic form.

[devildom-darling]

‘’ you know me too well. ‘’

Pairing: Drunk!Lucifer x Gender Neutral MC

Genre: Spicy fluff

Synopsis: You knew Lucifer would be coming home drunk, you just didn’t think he’d come wandering into your room. Especially not with that look in his eyes. Inspired by the chat you get in game where Lucifer drunkenly tells you he loves you.

Word Count: 1605

Warnings for implied drunken sexual acts where one party is sober, and fade to black. 

You sat in your bedroom, eyes locked onto your D.D.D. Its light seems to almost taunt you as the device’s screen occasionally dims, only for your to tap it at the last second, not ready to stop looking just yet.

There stood those three damning words, condemning your soul to both heaven, hell, and everywhere in between. After all, he was clearly drunk. There was no way Lucifer could possibly have meant it.

No way that he could possibly have loved you.

You were a human. Diavolo’s prized exchange student. In other words, Lucifer’s personal responsibility. Sure, the demon had come to trust you, and you even considered him a close friend. But that was it. Lucifer was your friend, and nothing more than that.

Though, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him the least bit attractive. Underneath all his pride and standoffish nature, he could be rather endearing, dare you say even a bit charming. But unless Lucifer was as drunk as he was tonight all the time, he’d never reciprocate your feelings. At the end of the day, you were just human. A human that Lucifer wouldn’t dare to let himself fall for.

Still, looking at his words made you feel something. The drunken declaration of love made your heart beat just a bit faster and sent a soft pink flooding across your cheeks. It almost made you forget that the demon’s actions were the result of a drinking contest that ended quicker than it should have.

Your blissful suffering was cut short by a knock at your door. Assuming it was Mammon or one of the other residents of the House of Lamentation, you ignored the noise, figuring they’d let themselves in. It wasn’t until the knock grew louder that you begrudgingly rose from your bed and opened the door.

“Mammon, I told you I wasn’t going to help you w-” You freeze like a deer in headlights as you realized that was very much not Mammon. Lucifer stands before you with a light smirk on his face. His coat is barely hanging over one shoulder and his face is just the least bit flushed. Even his usually perfectly styled black hair sticks up in places, though you had to admit it looked good on him. 

“Hello to you too, MC.” Your eyes meet his, and you can tell that despite his sarcastic remark, he holds no real malice towards you. He walks into your room, both of you knowing he doesn’t need to ask.

“Lucifer, you’re drunk.” It isn’t a question. As he passed by you, you could smell the alcohol in his breath, knowing that any drink from the Devildom would knock a human like you unconscious with one sip.

A human like me. 

Lucifer laughs, nowhere near as condescending as usual, though he still holds that prideful glint in his eye. Only it’s mixed with something else, something you don’t quite understand. All you know is that it draws you in. Lucifer’s vice may be alcohol, but your vice is him.

He seats himself on your bed while removing his jacket and more or less tossing it onto your desk chair. He eyes your D.D.D and before you can stop him, he taps the dimmed screen, revealing his text message from nearly an hour ago. 

“So you’ve been thinking about me, hm?”

“No!” You pout. “...maybe. You should go to bed, you’re drunk,” you repeat, as though saying it again will remind him, despite the fact that he is well aware of his intoxicated state. 

“Demons are still aware when they’re drunk, MC. We have a far higher tolerance than you humans do.” It takes all your effort not to cringe when he says ‘humans’. You didn’t want to be reminded of what you were. Lucifer’s smirk grows a bit wider. “And I’ll stay as long as I like.” Knowing there’s no stopping him, and that you don’t even want him to leave, you sit beside him. He cups your chin and turns your head so that your eyes meet once more. 

“Lucifer-” 

“You read the message, MC.” If you weren’t blushing before, you certainly are now. Your cheeks are redder than Lucifer’s shirt and feel as though they’re on fire. 

“And...?” He chuckles. 

“It seems spending so much time with my brothers has made you a bit dense.” You can’t help but laugh at that. It’s true, they’ve all influenced you since you arrived in the Devildom. Although, thoughts of your newfound friends are quickly replaced by memories and fantasies of Lucifer. He snaps his fingers in front of your face, bringing you out of your daydreams and replacing them with the real thing. 

“I don’t know what you’re getting at,” you insist, lightly pouting. You’ve found that frustration is a great way to mask your feelings. Lucifer sighs, in that tired, just barely scolding way that makes your heart skip a beat. His grasp on your chin tightens as he leans closer to you.

“I think you do.”

“You’re drunk, you didn’t mean-”

“I did.”

The playful pride in his gaze has been replaced with something new. Severity, desire, passion. You can feel yourself slipping, drowning in those dark ruby pools, and you have no desire to save yourself.

Lucifer laughs quietly. “What’s the matter, MC? At a loss for words?”

“Only for you...” you murmur. He grins.

“For me, hm?” Lucifer chuckles softly. “Good,” he says, in a low voice. “That’s exactly how I like it.” Slowly, his hands find their way down your neck. You’re so frail, so breakable compared to him, and you can’t help but tense. You see Lucifer pull away ever so slightly. “Is this alright?” 

“...yes. Yes, it is. Keep going.”

“Eager, are we?” You blush. Damn him. Damn him and his sexy voice and his sexy hands and his stupid, drunk, sexy face. His hands return to your neck, trailing sensually down before settling at your hips.

“Lucifer...” God, what can you even say to him? You aren’t sure, but he cuts you off anyways.

“You never responded.”

“Pardon?”

“To my message.” His eyes flitter to the D.D.D, forgotten on your pillow. Right, that. You chuckle softly.

“What can I say? You’re distracting me.”

“Then let’s not waste any more time.” Gently, Lucifer pushed you onto your back, your hair splayed out behind you on the silken sheets. Come to think of it, your sheets aren’t usually this soft and nice. They smell faintly of carnations, a scent Lucifer knows the both of you like. They’re washed, too. 

But you didn’t wash your sheets.

“You planned this,” you say, your voice just barely above a whisper. Pleasant shock creeps across your face, an expression that Lucifer takes delight in.

“You know me too well.” You smile. “It’s a shame that you caught on and ruined the surprise, though,” he scolds. There’s butterflies in your stomach, perhaps you ought to get scolded by Lucifer more often.

“I can make up for it.”

“And how will you do that?”

“Like this.”

Before he can react, you press your lips against Lucifer’s. Quickly easing into it, he reciprocates the kiss. At the very least, he wasn’t faking being drunk out of his mind, the taste of Devildom whiskey off his lips and the intoxicating scent of his cologne could probably knock you out. And yet, you’d never felt so awake. So alive. 

He pulls away from the kiss for a moment, a soft whine escaping your lips. Luckily, before you can protest, Lucifer moves his affections to your neck. 

“Not even going to give me a moment to catch my breath?” you tease.

“You should know better than to think I of all people would show you such mercy. Foolish human.” You roll your eyes at that. Did he just kill the mood? “You’re lucky, you know,” Lucifer remarks as he leaves a mark on your neck. Yeah, no, mood still intact, unlike your neck.

“Ah-! Why... why is that?”

“You’re human. So small in the universe, yet every taste, every touch so grand, unlike any other.” His fingers move to unbutton your shirt, fingers trailing over your bare skin. “I crave that feeling, that ecstasy, of something new.” He removes his own shirt, and by the time you blink, the rest of his clothes are off as well. You blink again, and so are yours. 

Lucifer’s eyes skirt over you with hunger, with pure desire. 

“I crave you, MC.” Your breath catches in your throat. Lucifer’s figure, a demon with the body and features of an angel, it’s a sight to behold. But more than that, his gaze. Never before has he seemed so raw, so carnal. In this moment, he isn’t a demon. He’s every bit as human as you are. 

“Then have me.”

You aren’t sure how long it goes on for, the experience leaving a pleasant fuzzy memory. Your body buzzes with sensual gratification, leaving the world perfectly and beautifully hazy. 

It isn’t until you both come down from your high that Lucifer begins to speak. This time, you cut him off. Wrapping a blanket around yourself, you reach for your D.D.D, earning an eyebrow raise from Lucifer. You type something out, and a soft ding comes from Lucifer’s forgotten coat. He walks over, giving you a rather... desirable view of his bare body. 

“It’s rude to stare, MC,” he chides. He pulls his D.D.D from the coat’s pocket, his eyes widening as he reads the notification. It doesn’t last long, though. He scoffs. “ ‘Love you too’,” he reads aloud. “Always one for dramatics, aren’t you, MC?”

“You know me too well.” 

[belpheroo]

Title: All Yours Pairing: Mammon x f!MC Rating: 🍋 Summary: Takes place during Lessons 21-22 during the “aphrodisiac syrup” incident. Took most of Mammon’s dialogue straight from the lessons at first. PWP/PWF because I missed my baby Mammoney.

“I love you so much, ya know?“ Mammon said, no hesitation, no stammering, “So I really missed you after you left. Like, how could I not? And I just want you so bad I can’t take it… “

He sighed, running a hand roughly through his hair, a blush dark on his already warm skin.

“I’m goin’ insane here! Man, this is killin’ me! It’s killin’ me, but… still, that’s all right.”

Mammon took another deep breath, finally breaking eye contact as he huffed, “I’ll just deal with it.”

She could hardly speak, still processing everything he so easily confessed. Despite the slight raggedness in his breathing and the way he kept his hands firmly set against his hips, clenched tight, Mammon seemed almost unaffected by the aphrodisiac properties of the syrup. Aside from his loose tongue, that is.

Satan, Beel, Belphie, Asmo… even Levi and Lucifer had struggled to control themselves and were freed by the compulsion by an order. But Mammon? He was so composed… it should have been a relief, but despite the sweetness of his words and the earnestness in his voice, she found herself wishing he was more overcome.

Now was the time to issue an order, to end the aphrodisiac… but instead she hummed thoughtfully.

“What if I don’t want you to deal with it?”

Those words would have once gotten an immediate response from Mammon, but instead he curiously flicked a glance back over at her, expression carefully neutral.

“Or… like, deal with it in a more fun way?”

“Human, ya really don’t wanna push on this. I can control myself, but I’m still a guy! It’s not nice to tease me like that…” Mammon grumbled, redness blossoming across his cheeks in new vibrant shades.

“I could lose it. Like, really. Really. Ya got it?”

“Mammon.” She cut him off, taking a few steps forward. Mammon hesitantly stepped slightly back.

“What if I want you to?” She phrased her words carefully, keeping them sounding like questions rather than suggestions or commands less she end the effect prematurely.

“Want what?” Mammon countered, running out of space to keep retreating as she urged forward, prepared to trap him between herself and his bedroom wall if she needed.

“… what if I want you to lose control? What if I want you to touch me? To show me how much you love me? How much you missed me?” Her eyes flashed, dangerous and scheming and insatiable as she ran her tongue out along her bottom lip for the barest moment.

Mammon barely managed to catch himself mid lurch, nearly moving off the wall to catch that lip in between his teeth.

“W…why would ya say that?! Mannn… ya just like seein’ me get flustered! Well it won’t work! I ain’t some baby demon, I’m the second eldest!”

“Even Lucifer wanted me so badly he could barely keep his hands off me before it wore off.”

“…he?! He touch ya?! Ya didn’t kiss him did you?!”

“No, I only want to kiss you.”

Mammon groaned, running his hand over his neck and up into his hair, dragging his fingers through it with a look of utter agony.

“You gotta stop… you can’t keep sayin’ that. You can’t keep teasin’ me, please I-“

“Mammon.”

He stopped, looking at her from the corner of his eye, lids half closed and a blush so hot and vivid on his cheeks she could see it even beneath his warm brown skin.

It took only a few steps to close the distance between them, Mammon taking several back until he was against the wall with no chance of escape. He twisted his hands into fists and pressed them down at his sides again, throat bobbing as he swallowed hard and strained. She wanted to catch it with her lips, to kiss him beneath his jaw and against his throat… but she settled for something small first, barely letting her lips brush the corner of his mouth.

The heat coming off his body was scorching, the intensity enhanced by the sudden grip of his hands around her arms as Mammon shoved her away.

Her name dragged out of him, a desperate, pleading moan.

“Mammon…” she was careful, any order, any at all would take away this moment, make him shut up in his thoughts again instead of acting on his feeling. She slid her own hands up his arms, feeling the coil of muscle and the heat of his skin.

“I’m not teasing.”

The hands at her arms left but in an instant they were cupped beneath her jaw, guiding her around and switching their positions so she was up against the wall. Mammon crowded her into the smooth cool surface before he settled his lips over hers. Needful. Greedy.

The firm planes of his body pressed along her, drawing her focus to her breasts, her thighs and oh god— he slipped his knee between her legs, pressing up against her center with practiced precision before he rolled his hips forward. He growled, low in his throat and all at once she felt as if the strength had gone out of her legs and heat pooled with sudden intensity in her core.

Her breath gasped out as they parted, giving her precious moments to take in air before he dragged his tongue across her bottom lip and then licked into her mouth. Mammon had moved back off enough that her hands were able to find their way beneath his t-shirt, the fabric bunching up on top of her forearms as she dragged her palms down the taunt skin of his stomach. She let her nails barely scratch him, feeling his sharp intake of breath as he sucked in and away from the touch for a moment and then all but melted against her as her hands slipped across his sides and stroked up his back.

“Too many clothes.” She said between mouthfuls of his kisses, the words sending Mammon scrambling to tug off his jacket. His attempts to take off his shirt were blocked several times by her own touches, a giggle falling from her lips and spurring Mammon to smile just as he finally managed to tug the shirt off and over his head.

Her own followed, but his hands came up behind her back before she could start making work of the bra and with one skillful snap of his index and middle finger, she felt the clasps pop open. A blush spread fiercely over her cheeks at his—deftness. Realizing despite his tendency to run hot and cold, he had done this before. Frequently. Often. The implications made her heart hammer in her chest and for once, it was Mammon who smirked.

She made a faint sound of surprise as he bent down enough to pick her up, arms under her thighs as he bore her against the wall. It made her just a bit taller than him, which was well enough to her as she ran her fingers through the back of his hair and tugged him into another kiss. Her legs secured around his waist, feeling keenly now where he was hard and tented against his pants, rubbing against her inner thigh with panted breaths between each kiss.

His lips trailed down her throat, pressing to the center of her breast and then against the soft swell. She tangled her hands in his hair as he sucked a pert nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue against it over and over until she felt a shiver creep up her spine and shudder down to her core.

“Now, where should I go from here?” Mammon mumbled against her skin, giving the opposite breast the same attention until her legs trembled around his waist, struggling to keep herself up, “How about you tell me? What’s next…?”

Was he trying to entice her into giving him a command? He had give her nipple one last long lick before tilting his chin back to look up at her, blue eyes hazy but content, a dark flush deepening the color of his brown skin. No…Mammon was just— being Mammon. Eager to please and eager to keep touching her. And she was scarcely less eager to have him do just that.

“You have a bedroom…” she said, letting her hand come to rest against his cheek and stretching her thumb out to rub along his bottom lip. She hummed her approval when he opened his mouth and sucked the digit in. She withdrew her hand only to replace it with her lips, kissing him slower, more thoroughly, enticing the ember in his groin to flare up hotter until he was swiftly pulling her away from the wall and carrying her to the bed.

The red sheets were luxuriously soft against her bare back as Mammon bore her into the mattress. She relaxed her thighs slightly, but kept them pressed close to his hips all the same, stretching her arms above her head in a languid motion and arching her chest forward as Mammon kissed a trail from her jaw to the hollow of her hip.

Mammon found the hook and zipper of her skirt easily, undoing both before he slipped the fabric down and off, leaving her in nothing but her panties and knee highs. She rubbed her calf purposefully against his side, catching it on the hem of his jeans.

“Off.”

Mammon huffed, “Bossing The Mammon around? Fine… if you want me to so badly.”

“Yes.” She added, enjoying the way his blush had settled across his chest and neck. The sound of his belt buckle clicking sent a delicious pang of anticipation straight down to where she was already obscenely wet. She wondered if he could see it through her panties… most likely given how Mammon was taking the time to rake his gaze over ever inch of her, a strange expression passing over his face for a moment before he seemed to disregard whatever thought came into his head and work instead on getting his jeans and boxer-briefs off and out of the way.

He had absolutely nothing to be shy about.

She brought her hands to her hips, arching her bottom off the bed to pull down the dampened cotton, but Mammon’s hands stopped her. He took it upon himself to drag the fabric down over her thighs, admiring the curve of her legs and the way she wiggled impatiently as he finally slipped them off and over her ankles.

Mammon purposefully tossed them unto his jeans and she suddenly had a funny feeling that meant she wouldn’t be getting them back.

Mammon’s palms ran up along the length of her thighs, settling on her knees as he gently cupped his hands beneath them and slid her, smooth as silk over his sheets and towards him.

“…is this okay? Do… do you want this?”

With a faint smile, she canted her hips upwards, feeling the hot, iron-silk of his shaft against her core as she trapped him between his own stomach and her heat, rubbing against him with slow, intent motions.

Mammon made a sound like the air had been punched from him. She drew back just enough for him to use his thumb to press the tip of his head against her and then, gently she pushed forward again.

She went slowly. Enjoying the way her body stretched and fluttered around him, making space for him inside her. Mammon didn’t move, his eyes fixed, half lidded and dream like at where he was disappearing inside her. A tiny sound choked from his throat and his eyes fluttered shut when she seated him in fully, feeling a slight ache deep within her when his head pressed up against her cervex. She held there only for a moment before letting her hips draw back a ways, coaxing him with the tiniest roll of her hips.

Mammon moved then, shallow and deep and taking care not to press in too deep. The ridge of his head rubbed against a sweet spot every so often at this depth, making her clench involuntarily around him. His pelvis would press against her clit with each forward thrust, eliciting a content moan from her when he would hold there and grind against her.

Mammon cursed under his breath, leaning down into her waiting arms and capturing her lips in another kiss.

“It... it feels so fuckin’ good. You... “

His words cut off with a whimpered cry as she set her teeth deliberately into the long muscle of his neck, sucking there until his hips sputtered and his thrusts became faster for a moment. She gasped at the ache he had seared through her, worrying the skin with her tongue before placing kisses deep enough to bruise along his throat.

She dug her nails into his back and scratched down, the sound Mammon made as he arched against her touch deliciously obscene.

Mammon fisted his hand into the back of her hair, clinging for dear life as he slowed his moments and tried to even his breathing.

“…’most lost it…” he huffed after a moment, a sigh of relief turning into a groan as she bucked up beneath him.

“More,” She said, voice low and as dark as the pupils, blown-wide in her eyes, “Mammon, fuck me more.”

“And they call me a demon.” Mammon huffed, but he had begun to move again, the steady pull of his shaft along her walls making her tremble beneath him. Mammon smirked at that, easing his hand down between them and trailing his fingers over himself and her, touching where they were joined and bringing some of that wetness to swirl in leisurely circles around her bud.

His hand moved away, a protest in the back of her throat as he set his hands upon her hips and held her tightly, folding her upwards and keeping her firmly there.

He thrusted down sharply, the movement jolting through her and nearly slipping her away from him on the smoothness of the bed. She braced a hand back behind herself, gripping the sheets to try and keep still as he did it again.

She cried out then, startled at first until the sound melted into a whimper, mixing with the slap of his hips into hers once more as he kept up the unforgiving and unbearably deliberate pace.

Mammon’s breaths were coming as quick as gasps as gradually he quickened, the bruising impact of his hips mixing into the sweet bursts of pleasure each connection sent against her clit. So deeply seated in her, she could feel his head once again rubbing at the tender spot at the topmost part of her inner walls, barely able to contain her instinctive need to bare down on his shaft and hold him fast and tight.

His thrusts were growing shorter, faster, less forceful but no less intense as a prickling feeling began to grow in her core and spread out in tiny bursts, each stronger than the last until finally she felt them reach their utmost peak. The contractions of her orgasm were as tight as a fist and she could hear and see when she came as much as she felt it by Mammon’s reaction alone. His lips had fallen open, astounded with pleasure as he rode out each spasm, a ragged cry breaking from his throat. She felt his cock jump inside her, pulsing fiercely as he fell forward and buried his face into her neck, hands sliding up to hold her tightly to his chest as he shuddered and fell apart in her arms.

The come down was no less pleasant, her body still clutching at him, but in less frequent, softer bursts. She took the time to catch her breath, but found Mammon had not made to move, keeping her in a vice grip as he rubbed his lips back and forth against her neck.

He was trembling.

Affection burst through her chest, warming her like sunbeams through soft clouds as she did her best to soothe him. She ran her hands up and down his back, turning her cheek against his soft white hair.

“That was so good,” She whispered, “I missed you so much… you mean so much.”

The weight of him was pleasant, warming her down to her very heart. Mammon shifted a bit, leaning unto his side as he propped up on his arm to look down at her.

He looked so… vulnerable. Brittle. Like she had the power in that moment to utterly shatter him. She lifted up a hand to touch his cheek and he leaned into the touch, eyes closing.

“I love you.”

Mammon didn’t open his eyes, brow furrowing tightly. She was not having that.

“Look at me.”

He did.

“Mammon, I love you too. And I missed you and I want you all the time too and—“

“You’re killin’ me.” Mammon said making her freeze—but in the next breath he leaned down and caught her lips in a kiss filled with desperation and sheer adoration.

“I’m tryin’ to work up the courage to tell ya I love you so much right now I feel like my heart is gonna goddamn bust and you go and say all these… these nice things.”

“Not the only thing that busted.” She said, waggling an eyebrow until Mammon groaned.

“You deserve to be told nice things, Mammon. And often.”

He mumbled a non-reply, shyly enclosing her hand with his own and pressing a kiss to her palm.

“Might… take awhile. For me to get used to it.”

“That’s okay,” She said quietly, curling closer against him, “We have plenty of time now, yeah?”

That got a smile, pressed gently to her knuckles before Mammon released her hand to wrap his arms around her.

“All for myself?” He said, his touch becoming more certain— possessive.

“All yours,” she leaned forward to press a kiss to his nose, making Mammon pout and narrow his eyes briefly.

“Oh! You still need me to give you an order!”

“Um… about that. You already kinda did?” Mammon trailed off, fingers tangling in her hair gently.

“Wha— hey I was really careful! When did I give an order?!”

Mammon licked his bottom lip, a sly grin spreading over his features as he held to the back of her neck and whispered lowly, “‘Mammon, fuck me more.’”

There was a beat of silence as she blinked at him, cheeks growing rosy before she smiled in turn.

“Well?”

“Well what, human?”

The soft smile turned into a grin that Mammon, confident in her feelings, returned.

It was going to be a late night.

[lilred8220]

Well, yet another fic no one asked for😃

I wanted to write this because some time go, I was watching the fireworks when this song started to play↓↓↓

And I just thought how romantic it would be if I wasn't forever alone 🙃 so, I build a story around that. I hope you enjoy it!

P.s. This is a F!MC

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I had been so excited for this day! In the human realm, my hometown this time of year had a huge festival ending with a huge firework show. I had asked to go a week in advance but due to being in the Devildom for the exchange program, I couldn't go. It definitely was a disappointment. However Diavolo, seeing me upset and now curious about the tradition, asked all about it and he thought it sounded fun. Thanks to him always wanting to do anything new, he immediately decided to do the same here in the Devildom.

So through the long week, he asked about everything we would do at the event to make it much more fun and quickly get everything ready to make this last second festival. It somehow all came together and it feels almost exactly like the festival from the human realm. The food, sweets and all! Now it was the time to enjoy the festival!

The brothers couldn't understand why I was so excited for this. Though we all went to festivals and saw fireworks, It was just something that I would always look forward to this time of the year and it's just more special this time around. It kinda feels as if I'm sharing something that I love with everyone I care about in a place where I like to call my new home. Hopefully they'll come to enjoy this as much as I do.

"So, this is called an Elephant ear?“ Beel asked, drooling at the large fried sweet in front of him.

I laugh, as I grab a piece before he can scarf the treat whole, "Yeah, it's just fried dough with powdered sugar on it. They usually sell these at any carnival or festival." I pop the elephant ear in my mouth, savoring the amazing taste.

The brothers each had something to eat as we took a break from all the festival games littered around. We all take two picnic benches for the 8 of us, well, us and Beel's giant pile of food he got. Everyone had won something from the games…well everyone but me and Mammon. Mammon was determined to win a game, yet his luck seemed to be the worse for wear today and all the games we'd gone to all ended up with one of the other brothers winning the game. My luck honestly wasn't any better due to playing the same games that the others had won.

"I'm telling ya! Those games are rigged! The people runnin 'em are just a bunch of con artists!“ Mammon yells, clearly frustrated that he hasn't gotten anything.

"Or maybe you just suck lol" Levi says, holding a Ruri-chan plush to his chest.

"Honestly, you really shouldn't be surprised, you were pretty terrible at all those games since you had no choice but to play fair." Satan adds on, which all the brothers nod in agreement.

Asmo laughs, "Well, what do you expect from a scumbag?"

I start to get annoyed as the brothers all start to bash on Mammon. He seems fine on the surface but I've been around him long enough, with him basically living in my room and all, to see all his little ticks. Like when he's excited, his hand gestures are more dramatic, to emphasize his point or how his eyes light up when something catches his attention, like something to make a quick buck. However, right now, with the way his mouth slightly twitches and his hand shoved into his pockets, he's upset. He really only does this when the brothers throw insult after insult at him, like right now.

I sigh as they continue their assault on him. But an idea comes to mind and it'll be easy enough to pull off.

"Does...that all that stuff apply to me too? Since I didn't win anything either, after all..." I say, putting on my best pouting face and looking down at the ground.

Immediately, the brothers started to panic, trying to reassure me that it wasn't true, successfully drawing their attention away from Mammon. I slightly looked up, passed the frantic brothers to lock eyes with Mammon. He stood there for a moment, a bit confused by my sudden comment. I flash him a quick smirk before looking up at the brothers, accepting their apologies. The brothers seemed to relax and drop the topic after that, returning to the food they have. Mammon, who had seemingly understood what my intentions really were, looked at me, with his face slightly flushed, then stared down at his food.

In Mammon's mind, he honestly doesn't know what force sent Y/N here but, she is honestly the best thing that has ever happened to him. At first, he hated the idea of being her guardian due to all of the extra work he was given. But, as days turned to weeks, her treatment towards him was nothing but sweet and loving. It honestly was a huge adjustment for him, since everyone treated him like scum or useless, having her place so much faith in him, even defending him and doing little gestures like this, it makes his head spin. He honestly couldn't pinpoint when it happened, but, his feelings for her drastically changed, he couldn't deny it now, how he longed for her, wanted her all to himself. How he loved her unconditionally.

I smile, quickly finish eating my food then stand up, "Ok! Time to get back to the games!“ I say, excitedly.

"Y/N, I'm glad you are excited but some of us still need to eat." Lucifer says, glancing at Beel and his mountain of food.

"Awww, come on Lucifer, I wanna try to win something before the fireworks start." I plop down again, putting my chin in my hands.

"Well, I'm sure we'll have plenty of time." Lucifer tries to cheer me up, eating some fries.

Mammon looks up at Y/N, upon seeing her upset. He honestly hated seeing Y/N upset, even if for something so small as to wait for everyone to finish eating. He wanted nothing more than to see her smile everyday, it honestly was one of his favorite parts of the day to see her smile so sweetly. He'll do anything to make her happy. He sits up and scarfs down his food before standing up. "Ok, how 'bout this,' ' Mammon gets up and walks over to me, ' ' since I haven't won anythin', I'm gonna go play some more games and I'll meet ya guys later. Y/N, ya can come if ya want to." Mammon starts to walk away, at a slower pace than he usually would.

"Yeah! Ok!" Before any of the other brothers could protest, I quickly got up and hurried over to Mammon. I can hear the brothers stumbling to get up to follow us.

"Hey! Mammon is stealing Y/N!"

"That's not fair!“

"That scumbag..."

I hear some of the things they're saying as they seem to be trying to catch up.

I grab Mammon's hand and start to make a run for it. "Come on!" I glanced back at Mammon, who seemed shocked. He looks back to see the brothers in hot pursuit of us. Getting the hint, Mammon picks up the pace. We high tail it out of there, laughing like a bunch of kids all the while.

--

Me and Mammon finally stop and I flop on the floor, trying to catch my breath as Mammon puts his hands on his knees.

"I…I think we lost 'em" Mammon pants, out of breath from running around.

"I…I think so…jeez, how…how do you always do this when you get in trouble?“ I wheeze out, my human body not used to running as much as a demon. Especially if that demon is Mammon.

Mammon straightens up, finally catching his breath, "Well, I'm not usually running from ALL of my brothers, just Lucifer mostly."

Mammon reaches his hand to me and after a moment, I let him help me up. He helps me to my feet and when I look up, his face is very close to mine. We stare at each other for a moment before both of our faces turn more flushed than we already were.

His bright blue eyes that have a hint of that golden yellow has me in a trance. When I first met Mammon, it was the first thing that drew my attention, it's honestly something that I always find myself staring at all of the time. They are very beautiful to me and never fail to make me feel relaxed when I see them. But not only that, he is a very handsome man. His rich caramel skin with his pure white hair makes his face stand out even more. He is just so captivating to look at, however his personality is what truly makes him shine. Even if he tries, and fails, to hide his true feelings, he always has his heart on his sleeve, rather if he realizes that or not. He tries so hard to help me or to even make my day brighter when I'm not feeling my best. He even tries to protect his brothers and is always there for them. He honestly is the most caring person I've ever met and I can't help but fall for him because of that.

Mammon looked down at her face, he honestly couldn't help but stare. In his mind, she was more beautiful than anyone he's ever seen. Her beauty not only stopped at her looks but the person she was. She was a true wonder to him, too good to be true yet, here she was, defying all logic. All he wanted to do was look at every detail of her face, her eyes as they shine, her soft skin as the blush covers her face, her parted lips as her breath finally slows down. Mammon was the first to turn away, catching himself now staring at nothing but her lips.

He clears his throat. "W-Well since we're here, let's get to some games!" Mammon says, his fangs flash with his grin.

We made our way to the nearest game booth, both of us looking at the various prizes. The booth in question is a simple ring toss, the bottles are organized by colors which show what size prize you can get. There are the ridiculously large stuffed bears that are taller than me to the very small animal plushies. Scanning all the prizes, one catches my attention, a black plush crow with a yellow tag on it. It was big enough to hold in your arms, it's wings dangled at its sides. It had its beak opened slightly to look like a smile. I glance over at Mammon, who is currently eyeing a plushie of a grimm, that also has a yellow tag hanging off of it. I laugh, thinking of how that plush crow reminded me of him.

Mammon looks at me, slightly confused, "What are ya laughing at?"

"Oh nothing, though I know what prize I want." I smile, looking back at the crow plush.

Mammon follows my eyes over to the plush, he tilts his head at my choice, "Ya sure that's what ya want? There are plenty of things better than that ol' crow."

I nod enthusiastically, "Yeah, I think it's cute, like someone else I know." I playfully push him.

His ears turn a dark red but he laughs, "Well, I know what I want so, let's go and win some prizes!“

We pay the demon running the game and start trying to make the rings reach its mark. However, as in most carnaval games, the rings in question are only slightly bigger than the top of the bottles, making it much harder to win. Not to mention the bottles for the better prizes are further back, making it much harder. As we try a couple times, we don't get much luck and we're running out of grimms to play. However as we reach our last game, even though I end up with nothing, Mammon manages to sink a ring on a yellow bottle.

"We have a winner!“ the demon behind the booth says, walking over to grab the ring.

"Yeah! This was nothin' for the Great Mammon!" Mammon threw his hands in the air, and I cheered with him, "You did it! You won!“

The demon walks back over to us, "Alrighty, you can pick a prize with a yellow tag. Which will it be?"

Mammon's eyes flick to the plush he was eyeing earlier and he goes to speak, but an announcement rings through the speakers all around the festival, "The firework show will be starting in 15 minutes, marking the end of the festival! So hurry and grab a seat to enjoy the show!“ a cheery voice says before the music from before starts to play again. Mammon looks down at me for a moment before a small smile appears on his face.

Mammon looks at the demon and points at the plush crow, "I'll take that one."

I look up at Mammon, "But, I thought you wanted-“ I get cut off by the demon swift return, "Here you go." The demon hands him the crow plush.

Mammon takes the plush from the demon with his usual bright smile and starts walking off, I quickly follow, still confused. Once I catch up, he looks at me with a blush on his face and holds out the crow to me.

"W-well, there wasn't really anythin' I wanted, so I figured I'd get this ol' crow since ya seemed to want it so bad." He says with his usual bravado, yet it was a bit more shy than normal.

"But, you said…" I start to say as I take the plush but, cut my thought short.

Even though I know he wanted something, that much he's been saying all day, he still got me this crow plush. Knowing how he struggles to do these things and becoming a stuttering mess when it's pointed out, I choose to not question him. Yet, I can't help but love him even more, him knowing that I wanted something as well and that he'll be going back home later with nothing. I'll have to repay him later but for now, I'll just enjoy the rest of the festival with him.

I shake my head and give him a smile, one that shows how much I truly appreciate and love him, "Thank you so much, Mammon." I hold the crow close to myself.

Mammon feels all the air in his lungs escape him. Y/N's smile, the sparkle of joy and something more…intimate in her eyes. Honestly, for a split second, he found himself jealous of that crow, seeing Y/N holding it so lovingly. He wanted, no, needed to show her how much he loves her. If not tonight, it'll drive him insane.

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After looking a bit, me and Mammon found a perfect spot to watch the fireworks. We sat on a hill that was a bit further away from the festival and luckily, we could still hear the music playing from one of the speakers nearby. We sat in a comfortable silence, waiting for the fireworks to begin. Which based on the amount of time it took to find this isolated spot, it should start at any moment.

Mammon is resting his arms on his knees as I sit with my legs crossed, the plush crow close to my chest. I watch all the demons in the distance hurrying to find a spot to watch the show as well. Thankfully, none of them seem to look in this direction. So right now, it's just us, alone.

After a few moments, Mammon looks over at me and shyly starts to speak, "H-hey, Y/N?"

I look back at Mammon, noticing his face slowly forming a blush, "Yes?"

"I…I wanted to tell ya-" Mammon gets cut off by the first firework going off.

We slightly jump, but my eyes widen as the firework show starts, "It's starting!"

I watch as the firework starts to make the usual dark Devildom sky shine bright with many different colors. All the while, a familiar song starts to play on the speakers, making this a moment that I want to treasure always. It was a song from the human realm and it was a song that made this moment feel more intimate. I honestly couldn't ask for a better day, I got to go to the festival with all my favorite people and I even had, dare I say it, a wonderful date with Mammon. The thought of going on a date with Mammon makes my cheeks burn but I truly wish that this day would never end.

Mammon's heart starts to pound in his chest, his gaze never leaving Y/N. He watches as her eyes glow with wonder, watching the fireworks as if it were the first time. She never looked more beautiful, more perfect than right now. If he was ever gonna make his move, it had to be now. Mammon opened his mouth to speak but he couldn't find it in himself to break her trance. However, his greed for her attention, her voice, her touch, for nothing but her, was growing. So, he closes his mouth and takes a deep breath. He leans closer to her as his shaky hand gently touches her cheek to turn her face towards him.

When I suddenly feel a light touch on my face, I snap back to reality. Before I can react, I feel my face being turned and suddenly, Mammon leans in, his eyes close and gently presses his lips on mine, like he's afraid that I'll break. My eyes widen, taking a moment to realize what is happening. Mammon, feeling me not move, starts to move away, most likely worried he did something wrong. But, not wanting to lose the moment, I quickly filled in the space he left, pressing my lips a bit harder than he did. Mammon tenses at my sudden movement but quickly melts into the kiss, holding my face with his hands. I place the plush to the side, momentarily forgotten, I place my hands on his chest for support.

The air stills, the world around us starts to disappear. The only thing to keep us from forgetting the world completely is the sound of fireworks and the song playing so sweetly.

I snake my arms around Mammon's neck, then he takes the chance to pull me in closer by my waist, closing the gap between us. Even though he was nervous at first, he seems to have relaxed, even nips at my bottom lip, causing me to gasp. He swiftly slips his tongue in my mouth, tangling it with mine, deepening the kiss. We held each other close, like we were afraid that the other would vanish.

Needing to breathe, we lean away slightly. I'm not sure when it happened, but I managed to end up on Mammon's lap. Mammon seems to also realize the position we're in and his breath hitches.

His hand comes up and holds my face, "I love ya, Y/N."

My heart flutters and I lean into his touch, "I love you too, Mammon. I…I always have."

"Y/N, I care about ya so much and I…I don't want anyone else trying to steal my most precious treasure from me. The thought of it kills me, because I'm yer first man." Mammon stops, becoming more shy, "I w-want ya to be mine and…I'll be yers…if ya want me."

I feel as though all of the butterflies in my stomach would explode out of me. I can't stop the big smile that appears on my face, "Mammon," I hold his face in my hands, "no one could ever take me away. And not only that but…" I bite my lip, feeling a bit bashful, "You already have me. Now and forever."

If Mammon could, his eyes would have hearts in them. He looked at me with such lovestruck eyes, his face is probably the most peaceful expression I've ever seen. I look back at him in awe, honestly have never seen him so happy, like he's on cloud nine.

A smile is plastered on his face, "I promise that I will be with ya till the end of time. I gotta be the luckiest demon in the whole festival, no, the Devildom. But, I guess I did win something at the festival after all." His smile suddenly turns into a smirk, "What do ya say we go somewhere more private and we can continue…this?"

My face turns red, but I nod. We stand up, I grab my plushie so that we can leave when I suddenly hear someone, or rather, some people, running this way.

"MAMMON!"

We spin around, both of us knowing too well who that voice belongs to. Lucifer and the rest of the brothers are running at full sprint in our direction.

"Oh shit!" Mammon yells out, quickly sweeping me off my feet, making a run for it.

Startled, I grabbed on to Mammon's jacket, making sure to not drop my crow plush, "Ah! M-Mammon!“

He looks down at me, " Well, I might get strung up later, but I'm yer man now. I want ya all to myself and I don't know about ya, but I'm not ready for tonight to end." He flashes his signature smile.

I can't help but laugh, as we make yet another escape from the brothers. This is truly the best day I could have asked for.

[sds-descendants]

Chapter One: A Beginning to an End

I know I haven’t finished all the drawings yet, but I really wanted to add their stories! I hope you all like it. If any of you would like to be tagged for updates, just let me know.

Also, I would really appreciate some feedback. It’s not necessary, I would just like to give you all the best I can.

Thank you!

-Luna

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In life, everything has to come to an end, but there is no need to worry. Though something has ended, a new beginning will arise. This story begins with a girl - a girl who will end, just as soon as she begins her start.

The girl was Arabella Ortiz, a human at the age of twenty, woke up in her bed by her cat smacking her face. She scrunched up her face and groaned in protest, pushing her cat away. She pushes herself up in her bed and sits there, staring down at her patterned blanket, mentally preparing herself for the day. She furrowed her eyebrows as her cat came back into view. Oh, yeah, her cat… she had almost forgotten about him. It had been a year. 

Her eyes widened and she reached for her phone, turning it on to see the date. March 24… Her eyes lingered on the year. It hadn’t changed… but she had stayed for a year.

She remembers returning from the Devildom, but was completely confused on how little time had passed. Everything was the same. Her cat was okay and everything was the same in her apartment that she didn’t lose - the two things she cared about in the moment. Her time spent down in the Devildom felt like a dream. Did she truly experience everything or was it just a dream?

If it was a dream, it was clear. Clear enough to be a story. Arabella clasps her hands together and hops out of her bed to grab her journals to work again. Her manager was going to love this. Maybe it could be her final break. She quickly began to work on the story before any small detail could fade. 

She was quick to make small notes on everybody’s character from her own experience:

Lucifer; stressed out “father” of the group

Mammon; will do anything for a dollar grimm.

Leviathan; very shy at first, but opened up the longer she stayed. Games 24/7

Satan; seems like the only rational one around. He’s either reading or tearing apart a room, no inbetween.

Asmodeus; very flirtatious and narcissistic.

Beelzebub; intimidating at first sight, but is very kind. Is always hungry.

Belphegor; a bit snarky, didn’t exactly like him at first. Will fall asleep anywhere.

She began to think of all her interactions of these odd characters and giggled to herself as she began to spread out everything for her work area.

---

It had been eight days since Arabella started her manuscript. She had been writing out all her ideas, phrasing, and plot points for the book. It was a small dent, but it was better than what she had before - nothing. Her stomach rumbled loudly and she shook her head, ignoring it. She continued to write down everything she could. Her stomach rumbled again, but this time, it was painful. She placed her hand on her stomach and sighed. She didn’t want to eat, she was so close to finishing, but her body was against this idea. The only time she had gotten up was to either feed her cat, get some water, or to clean herself up in the bathroom. She sighs again and forces herself up to leave her room.

She enters her kitchen and skims through what she had. She caught a small pizza box on one of the shelves in her fridge. With a quick once-over, she deemed it as edible.

It started out normal. Heating up the pizza leftovers that she was grateful to still have.

Then, some mac-and-cheese.

A sandwich.

A pudding cup.

...Then it became strange when she began to mix things up she would usually consider as gross. Pickles and ice cream, hot dogs with whipped cream as a dipping, even making a peanut butter and mayo sandwich. Any other time, she would gag, maybe vomit, at the combination, but she ate them like they were the best things she’s ever eaten. She just needed something to fill her up, anything. Whether it was good for her or not, she shoved it down her throat.

She just couldn’t stop. She was hungry, starving. No matter how much she ate, it felt exactly like how she started.

Was… was this how Beelzebub felt? Every day, just being hit with a hunger that couldn’t be satisfied. It was painful. She really felt bad for him now. Her jaw began to ache and she just wished for once that her stomach would ache as well.

It didn’t take long for her fridge and cabinets to be cleaned out. She sat on her tiled floor, finally feeling her stomach ache with fullness, staring at the now empty fridge. She couldn’t wrap her mind around how she was able to do that. She groaned and leaned her head back, letting it hit against the cabinet.

---

Arabella stared with wide eyes at the five pregnancy tests that sat on her bathroom counter. They were all marked positive. She had been throwing up and gaining extra weight within the last month. The thought of being pregnant had crossed her mind and she only took the tests for shits and giggles, but for them to actually be positive… She didn’t understand it.

She shook her head and rubbed her face. No way. There was no way! How long was it since she had sex? Three years? Why was she suddenly pregnant? Arabella truly didn’t understand it.

Her phone began to ring loudly and she snapped out of her thoughts. She left the bathroom to go to her bedroom. She quickly grabbed her phone from on top of her bed and grimaced at the name of her manager. She sighed before answering with a meek, “Hello?”

“Ortiz, where have you been?”

“I’ve been working. And I know what you’re going to say. I already have a manuscript for you. I just need to edit a few things and it should be in your email by the end of the day.”

“Finally! You know, I almost gave up on you,” he told her with a laugh.

She rolls her eyes. “Good to know. Bye, David.” She quickly hung up the phone before he could respond.

She sighed as she grabbed her laptop. After fixing up everything she deemed necessary, she quickly typed up an email for her manager and added on her story of the Devildom. She moved her mouse over the send button and left it to hover. She stared at the email, at the attachment.

Something inside of her was telling her not to do this. It just felt… wrong. Wrong to expose the world like this. Arabella shook her head. No, that’s stupid. The Devildom isn’t real, this is just a book.

...or was it actually real?

No. She was just being dumb. She moved to click on the button.

She moved the mouse towards the file. She deleted the attachment and decided to send her manager an entirely different piece of work - one she had given up on. It was better than nothing.

She had given in to her own paranoid thoughts.

And why she couldn’t bring herself to do it, she’ll never know.

---

Now, Arabella knew her pregnancy was not normal. The baby she was carrying was developing way too fast, even her doctor noted that exact same thing. The doctor predicted that she would be due by the fourth month if the baby, or he, continued to develop as quickly as he was. She was eager to learn that she would have a boy, not as eager that he would come out way earlier than expected.

Though everything about this pregnancy was strange, Arabella felt cheerful to have started a family of her own. It would just be the two of them, but she didn’t care. She hummed to herself as she continued her walk home, which wasn’t too far from the office. What should she name him? Michael? Fabian? Who knows?

She saw her apartment complex come into view and began to speed up her pace, though, it wasn’t much. She made her way through the complex, feeling grateful for her past self for agreeing on an apartment that was closer to the front. 

After finding her home, she unlocked the door and made her way in, dropping her things onto her door side table. She worked her way towards her living room and looked around to find her cat before they could spook her, but she froze.

She noticed two dark figures sitting on her couch, petting her cat that sat in between them. She began to shake in fear, with only negative thoughts in her mind. This was not how she wanted to die. 

She heard a low chuckle come from one of the two and saw them slowly stand with their arms up to show that they weren’t holding anything dangerous. “It’s alright, Arabella. We mean no harm.”

She began to palm the living room wall to find the light, keeping her eyes on the intruders in front of her. She froze up once more upon actually seeing who it was. She recognized the two men as Diavolo and Barbatos. Two demons that she had met in her dream. Or was it even a dream at all? Arabella placed a hand on her forehead, mumbling incoherent words to herself.

Barbatos, lowered his arms and quickly made his way to her to help her find a seat. “Don’t stress too much,” he whispered.

“Y-you’re Diavolo and… and Barbatos.” She took a deep breath to calm herself. “I thought it was a dream,” she muttered.  “But you’re here,” she began to poke his face, trying to see if he was truly before her. “And you’re real. That means…” She felt her cheeks become warm. “Everything we’ve done…” She shook her head and looked up at Diavolo from where she sat. “W-what are you doing here?”

A look of grief flashed across the larger demon’s face. “We’ve come to talk to you.”

“About what?”

His eyes flickered down to her stomach for a fleeting moment. “Your child.” At the mention of him, Arabella placed her hands protectively on her stomach. “What about him?”

He brightened. “A boy? Oh, how exciting is that. Isn’t it, Barbatos?”

“Yes, My Lord.”

“Diavolo, what do you want with my child?” She asked him sternly. His smile faded. He had a far off look in his eyes as he laughed dryly. “For the year I’ve known you, it’s definitely not surprising that you’re this straight forward.” He sighs before pulling a seat for himself to sit in front of her. He clasps his hands together and leans towards her slightly. “I’m sure you’ve noticed that this pregnancy is far from normal.” 

She nods. “Yes, I was told that he’s due in two months.”

“He is no ordinary child, Arabella. He’s meant to be a child of a demon.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“I’ve done some research on you and your child. I believe the father is…” He paused and looked at the demon beside him. “Oh, who is the father, Barbatos?”

“Beelzebub,” He answered with no hesitation.

“Oh, yes, yes. The father is Beelzebub. I’m sure you remember him.” She didn’t answer him, just had the same look of shock. Beelzebub? But how? “Arabella, I need you to listen to me carefully.” She looks at him with furrowed eyebrows. His expression softens and he gently cups her cheek with his hand. “My, my, you’re just absolutely glowing with beauty.”

“Diavolo,” she snapped at him.

He becomes saddened. “You need to get rid of it.”

It took her a second to register what he said. “Excuse me?” She screeched at him. “I am not getting rid of him!”

“You don’t understand. You and your sister coming to our world was a test my father let me do. After what happened with you two, he’s convinced that demons, humans, and angels shouldn’t be connected in any way. If he finds out that you’re carrying-”

“I don’t give a shit what your father thinks!”

“Arabella, please-”

“I refuse to give him up. I thought you cared about the relationship between the three realms.”

“I do, I do, but he hasn’t let go of the throne yet. If it were my decision, I wouldn’t be forcing you to do this.” He carefully places his hand on her lower stomach. “I’ll make it as painless as possible.”

Arabella felt a cold dread run through her body and she began to try to push his hand away. “Stop! Stop it, Diavolo!” She began to kick at his legs, scratch at his arms, anything to get him to stop, but he wouldn’t budge. He kept his eyes lowered and had a frown on his face. “Diavolo, please,” She began to beg as tears welled up in her eyes. She was about to lose her child. This thought began to make her cry harder. “Please, don’t hurt him! Don’t hurt Basil!”

He noticeably tenses up and looks at Arabella with wide eyes. He slowly pulls his hand away, keeping his gaze fixed on the human girl in front of him. She quickly covered her stomach and continued to slowly push herself away from him with her feet. “She gave him a name.” He looks at Barbatos. “He already has a name.”

Barbatos nods. “It seems to be that way, My Lord.”

Diavolo looks back at her. “Arabella-”

“Get out.” Diavolo isn’t shocked. Not even angry. He slowly gets up and places the seat back to its original spot. He turns back to her and she notices a pained look in his eyes. “I’m so-”

“Get. Out.”

Arabella blinked and the two demons were gone. She gave a sigh of relief and leaned back in her seat. She gently carressed her stomach, feeling much better knowing that he was safe. She thought about what she said earlier. Basil. There was no second thought about that name. It just… came out. She smiled to herself. “I’ll always keep you safe, Basil. Always.”

---

“Oh, Basil, my beautiful boy.” Arabella cooed at her son. She peppered gentle kisses on his forehead. “I love you… I love you so much.” Basil began to fuss and Arabella immediately knew what was bothering him; he was after all Beelzebub’s son. She hushed him as she adjusted herself to feed him once again, ignoring the slight pain she was already gaining. As he began to feed once again, she whispered to him. “You’re gonna be the kindest boy,” she giggles to herself. “Your father is also very kind. Handsome too. I wonder who you’ll grow to be more like… Will it be him or me?” She gently caressed his cheek. “I hope it’s your father.”

There was a gentle knock at the door before a nurse came in with a smile. “How are we doing, mom?”

Arabella beams. “Very good. He’s such a good boy, I’m really happy.”

“That’s wonderful.” The nurse peeks at Basil and giggles. “Oh, he’s quite a hungry boy.”

She laughs at the nurse’s comment. “Oh, you don’t even know.”

The nurse looked confused for a moment before collecting herself. “Well, I just wanted to let you know that you have some guests. I didn’t want to just send them in without telling you first.”

She looked away in thought. Who could it be? Her sister was dead, her mom gave up on her, and she hasn’t spoken to her father in years. She was curious. She looked back at the nurse. “What are their names?”

The nurse looked to the side in thought. “It’s two men with strange names - Diavolo and Barbatos. I think they're foreign."

Arabella clenched her jaw and forced a smile. "Yes, I know them. They can come in."

The nurse nods before checking that Arabella and the baby were good, with both vitals and necessities, and left the room. Arabella leans back carefully, mentally preparing herself for whatever was to come. 

She heard the door open and a pair of footsteps making their way inside. She watched as the two familiar men walked into her room.

“Arabella, look at you! Already a natural mother.” She glared at Diavolo who was now shifting on his feet at her silence. He lifted up his hands to reveal a bouquet of flowers  “I found these flowers for you. They’re native to the Devildom and I thought you would like them.” The bouquet of flowers he held were black with hints of fuschia. Arabella didn’t want to admit it to him, but she did like them. “I only want to apologize for last time.” She pulled her eyes away from the flowers to look at him. “I was hoping to maybe... compromise?”

Arabella furrowed her eyebrows and scoffed at him. “Compromise?” She hissed at him.

Diavolo’s eyes moved from her face, down to where she was feeding. A large smile bloomed across his face and he gently placed the flower on top of the overbed table in front of Arabella. “May I… hold him?”

She only narrowed her eyes and held Basil closer, giving Diavolo a silent refusal.

He flexed his fingers and slowly placed his hand on the edge of the bed, careful to not touch her. “Please. I won’t hurt him, you have my word.” Arabella looked away from the two. 

“I don’t want to compromise or whatever it is you want. I only let you in here to tell you to leave me and my son alone. I don’t want anything to do with you anymore, Diavolo.” She looked away from the two.

His eyes widened a bit and he pulled his hand away. He forced a smile and crossed his arms. “Ah. I understand. Barbatos and I shall take our leave, then. Take care.”

It was now silent, aside from Basil noisily eating. 

Arabella released a large breath and looked back to where the two demons once stood. They were gone. She looked down at her still feeding baby and gently caressed his cheek with her thumb. She moved her eyes to the flowers on the table and she glared at them. She knew that this wasn’t over. Whatever Diavolo wanted, she knew he would get.