#obey me fluff fic

[shyvien-obeyme]

⚜️ Little Moth

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⚜️ Summary: You need help researching local insects. Who better to ask than your favorite angyboi bookworm, Satan?

⚜️ Content: Satan x Reader. No gender specified. Mentions of insect taxidermy. Slightly grotesque at one part. Otherwise, it's all just gentle fluff. 🐈🪷🦷

⚜️ Word Count: ~1,500

⚜️ Note: Lepidoptera is the name given to butterflies and moths. This is my first ever fic. I don't ever plan on becoming much of a writer, I've just been wanting to get my thoughts and fantasies somewhere. But if you have any helpful constructive criticism, please let me know.

I had always has an interest in pretty things, so it was no surprise that I liked insect pinning. It was a small hobby of mine that I’d enjoy in the human world whenever I would come across deceased butterflies or other insects. I also just enjoyed spotting the different local Lepidoptera. But since being in the Devildom, I haven’t been able to partake in this hobby of mine, as I am not very familiar with Devildom creatures. And knowing that the Devildom is a rather magical place, I fear that picking up any random dead moth would leave me cursed or something. So that's when I decided that I should study more about the wildlife in this strange new place I‘ve been suddenly thrust into. I think it over. How do I obtain this knowledge? Maybe I should go to the RAD library?…Or perhaps I could ask Satan if he has any books on local insects. I decide on the latter; It would be a good excuse to spend some alone time with him and talk to him about a favorite hobby of his, books. 

You leave your bedroom and hike upstairs to Satan’s door. Knocking on it’s antique wood, you whisper “It’s me, MC. Can I please come in?” “Ah!” He exclaims gently before you hear a quiet shuffle and his footsteps near the door. He opens it and asks “Of course you can come in. How may I help you, MC?” with a gentle smile gracing his soft pink lips. He steps aside and gestures for you to enter his room. It’s a large room, dimly lit with candles and ethereal moonlight pouring from grandiose arched windows. As usual, it’s something similar to a maze as you maneuver around piles of books stacked as high as pillars. He shuts the door behind you, creating distance between the both of you from the rest of the house so that you can have some much needed privacy. Standing before him you ask, “Umm, I hope you don’t mind… I was wondering if you had any books on the local wildlife. Insects specifically.” You twiddle your thumbs and blush slightly. Even though you love the boys to death and have spent ample time with each of them, you can’t help but to feel a little embarrassed about revealing your hobby. He pauses to think for a moment, hand on his chin as he averts his cerulean eyes. “Yes, I think I have a few, let me take a look.” Thankful that there seemed to be not even a shred of judgement, you take a seat and watch as he shifts his attention to focus on the given task. He gracefully paces back and forth, checking a few different places in the room for books matching your request. He pulls out books from a large stack with precise precision, as if taking a block from a Jenga tower, careful not to knock the rest over. About 6 different books pile in his arms as he meets you on his relatively stiff bed.

“Is something like this what you’re looking for, MC?” You take a look at the books. Some large and thick, others thinner. Some bound in leather, some very old and moth-eaten, and others that seem more modern. They all seem useful, but your attention sticks to the book with the title: Devildom Moths and Butterflies; A Complete Guide. “Ah, yes! Something like this.” You take a moment to peek through a few of the pages before Satan questions “Might I ask what you need these for? You seem very interested” “I‘d like to take a closer look at Devildom’s insects, even take some home if they’re no longer alive. So I wanted to make sure I did research on them first - lest I get struck with some unruly curse!” You gesture dramatically with your hands before chuckling lightly. Satan’s eyes widen slightly in surprise before relaxing into a sweet smile, as if he wasn’t surprised you’d take interest in such a thing. He loves the look of excitement on your face when you find something else that you’re fascinated by. He’s also happy that you came to him for that help, not one of his idiotic brothers.

He shimmies a little closer to you until your thighs and shoulders are touching. You can feel the warmth radiating from his body, and you can smell the subtle floral and musky scent of his cologne. You take a long breath in, letting his essence spill into your nose and send waves of comfort reverberating throughout your whole body, making you relax a little more. “Want to take a look at this book together then?” You look up at him and smile with a nod. “I’d like that a lot!” You gently pry open the aged leather-bound book, pages fluttering as you turn them, and your eyes wander at the pictures of the different butterflies of the Devildom. Together, you pore over the short blurb of information on each of the insects.

“•Demon Silk Moth

Located in only this specific region of the Devildom, the Demon Silk Moth produces silk that contains very special properties and is used for making the most luxurious clothing. The moths are also made into a wide variety of gummies. Yum!”

“•Devil Clothes Moth

A common and destructive pest that eats away at clothing, carpets and tapestries, causing significant damage to any and all fabrics. Is found all over the Devildom, and can be kept away with Mothballs. You can tell when a Devil Clothes Moth infestation is on the rise when you begin to notice holes and weakened spots in your clothing.”

He reads aloud in his smooth and feathery voice as you follow along with your eyes. You point and ask about some of the more eccentric looking Lepidoptera as you see them, to which Satan replies with stories of the occasions he’s found their beauty and grace in person. He places his pointer finger, tipped green with Asmo’s designer nail polish, onto a picture of a butterfly similar to that of a Blue Morpho in the human world. “These ones we often find residing in the garden of the Demon Lord’s Castle. They’re much more beautiful in person, you should see the way their scales glisten in the moonlight. It’s truly an enchanting sight” Your face lights up at his retellings, you feel the excitement surge through your body, letting your toes wiggle as an outlet for some excess emotion to spill out. His expression is warm and gentle, deepening your feeling of ease and comfort. A soft chuckle leaves his lips as you rest your head on his shoulder, continuing to read together.

“This butterfly here with what looks like eyes on its wings, charms it’s victim to eat it so it can lay eggs inside the hosts brain, and like a parasite, it takes over the victims body, making them seem like a zombie and controlling the body to find an area perfect for its offspring to grow and to then devour the corpse as it comes of age.” “Creepy. I’m totally glad a took the initiative to research before possibly ending up as a zombie, haha!” You almost shudder at the thought. “Good thinking. Not to mention, I don't think zombies make good exchange students” You respond by make a silly face and growling like you think a zombie would, extracting hearty giggles from both of you.

Holding the book with one hand, he snakes the other around your waist to pull you in closer. You stare at him again for just a moment, silently consenting to his touch. Your big, goofy yet content smile sends heat to his cheeks. He warmly beams back as you reposition your head back against him, he responds by settling his head against yours. “I value time spent with you, little moth.” You’re struck by Cupid as the words leave his lips. Little moth? “L-Likewise.” “Well, what do you say we make this insect spotting a date? I know perfect places for us to go looking. We should prepare a picnic as well.” “It’s a date, then!” Your glee and excitement is palpable. He takes the moment into his hands and lands a chaste kiss on your forehead with his warm lips, sealing the promise.

Your head spins. It’s at this moment, with wide and glazed over eyes that you realize, the butterflies you were looking for were in your stomach this whole time.

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𝒮𝒽𝓎 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇 ༝༚༝༚

[zephyrchama]

There was a twinge of worry in Beelzebub's voice when you picked up his phone call. There was hardly any delay between the time you accepted the call and him going, "hey. Is Belphie with you? I can't find him. He's not in the attic, or our room, or the kitchen."

"Yeah, he's with me," you replied. Beelzebub exhaled a sigh of relief. You didn't have to look far to confirm the Avatar of Sloth was slouched against your shoulder. "He's taking a na-"

"I'm protecting you." Belphegor slurred his words as he stirred back to consciousness. His arm coiled around your lower back. Maybe he was still in dreamland.

You held the phone away from your mouth to explain, "Beel's on the phone. Do you want to talk to him?"

Belphegor huffed and dug his forehead into your shoulder with closed eyes. "Just tell him I'm protecting you."

"Um. Okay." You turned your attention back to the phone. "Belphie wants you to know that he's protecting me."

"That's great," his twin responded. "From what?"

"I... don't know."

You pressed your cheek against Belphegor's head to ask, "hey, Belphie? Whatcha protecting me from?"

He grumbled several sleepy little groans before insisting, once again, "I'm protecting you." There was no further elaboration.

"Cool, thanks."

Back into the receiver, you explained, "I have no idea, but he's protecting me."

"That's great," Beelzebub repeated.

[kira-fluff]

thinking about sitting on the couch post-movie with mammon.

mammon tenatively rests his head on your lap, his gaze at last meeting your eyes. which was simultaneously the worst and best decision he ever made. because, dammit, your eyes are so. fucking. beautiful. despite his desire to spend the rest of his life looking at you - only you - he finds his eyes closing in relaxation as you quietly hum.

his eyes don't stay closed for long. you absently card your fingers through his silvery hair, and he lets out a moan. open-mouthed. head tilted back. eyes still closed. eyebrows raised, meeting in the middle in pure bliss.

his eyes shoot open, staring at you wide eyed. you briefly stop your ministrations, just as shocked at his reaction. and he is SO. EMBARRASSED. so, he turns his head, averting his gaze. but he turned to the wrong side, and now his mouth is centimeters away from your crotch.

in his attempt to remove himself, he scrambles and falls off the couch, slamming against the floor. he stares at you in horror, sitting up with his hands against the carpet, breathing heavily, face flushed bright red.

you stare at each other, completely silenced.

then, you let out a laugh, your eyes shinning brightly. you try to cover your mouth, but you know there's no point.

mammon sputters incredulously. "s-stop laughin'! 's not funny!"

you only laugh harder, falling off the couch yourself in your fit of hilarity.

despite his slight displeasure in your amusement, he can't help but tilt his head and smile.

you're his everything, don't you know?

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a/n: trying something a little different with a short little imagine. hope you guys like it 💕

[smoft-demons]

MC needs some extra love

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You’re having an off day. Your demons have asked to make sure nothing’s actually wrong, just to be safe, but they’ve seen you like this a few times before. They understand. You’re just feeling down for no particular reason. Just sad and low energy. Extra tired.

Nothing happened, no one hurt you, nothing’s wrong… you just woke up in a low mood. Because it simply be like that sometimes. You just… need some extra affection today. No reason. It’s okay, they’re not judging. They’ll do what they can to cheer you up a little—they love you, you know. They want to see you smile at least once today.

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Lucifer:

When Lucifer notices your mood, he softens towards you a lot. He asks if anything is wrong first of course—they all do—but once he learns that there’s nothing he needs to correct and no one he needs to punish on your behalf, he just softens. He treats you more gently than usual.

He expects you’ll get fed up entertaining all his brothers, with their endless chaotic energy. So he invites you to hide out with him in his office. You are invited to just sit with him and read, or put on some music, or play a game on your DDD, or just rest… or whatever it is that will help.

He’ll even let you curl up in his lap and cuddle with him if that’s what you want. That cheers him up too.

He quietly redistributes the most taxing of your chores for today amongst the seven of them, to give you time to recharge.

You’ll find Levi and Beel doing the dishes for you when it’s your turn, or if you’re supposed to make dinner you’ll find that Mammon and Asmo have already ordered everyone takeout, and they’re already in the middle of setting it all out on the table. You won’t have to do a thing! If you were supposed to clean up a common space in the house, it’ll already be done by some of your assorted pact partners. You might even find sticky notes placed amongst your homework in Lucifer’s, Satan’s, and Belphie’s handwriting, suggesting edits and books titles to check for better information, and pointing out any parts in your work that are particularly well done.

When you check your DDD later, you see that Lucifer had instructed his brothers to take on what they can from you to make your life easier today. He was not planning on letting you know that, clearly—because he sent that in the brothers group chat. You only know because Karasu’s spy feature showed you.

His support is shown in all these soft, quiet details. Peaceful moments. Simple, but unmistakable reminders of how loved you are. It’s okay if you don’t smile today, even though he would like you too. He will verbally remind you that loves you anyway.

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Mammon:

Mammon’s first instinct, of course, is retail therapy. He offers to take you shopping. He’ll even pay for your stuff! He doesn’t mind if it makes you happy!

You appreciate that very much—and maybe you’d be happy to take him up on that if you were sad for a reason, but… you just have no spare energy. Just thinking about going out exhausts you more. You’d have to deal with looking at things! And forming opinions, and deciding on stuff to buy! There’s crowds and cashiers and bright lights and just… stuff outside! You can’t, you just can’t. You have no energy and you can’t.

The first time Mammon sees you like this, he’s confused. You don’t wanna go out? You don’t want any new stuff?? He sure hasn’t felt like that before!

He puts effort into figuring out what will actually help cheer you up instead. He’s considerate that way.

He tries taking you for a long drive. He tries taking tasks off your to-do list. He tries trailing after you all day to keep you company, holding your hand, chattering all day so you can’t hear your thoughts, staying quiet so you don’t get overstimulated. He cycles through every possible approach over the months, on every random day you happen to wake up like this.

It’s all greatly appreciated—and hey, some of his ideas work better than the rest! You feel loved and cared for regardless. It’s impossible to miss how much he adores you.

Eventually though, he strikes gold!

That particular day, he had been telling you a stupid joke every time he ran into you, in an attempt to make you smile. He gets a weak grin for his troubles just about halfway through the day. He beams at you triumphantly at that, impulsively scooping you up for a hug and repeatedly kissing the top of your head, and—aha! THERE’S the smile he was looking for!

From that point on, he knows what to do!

The next time you wake up in this mood, he takes the first opportunity to give you a playfully over the top show of affection. Over the course of the day, he keeps doing it!

He runs into you in the hallway between classes, he (gently) aggressively ruffles your hair as he passes you. He finds you aimlessly walking through the house, you immediately get snatched into his arms for a nice long squeeze. You sit with him as he’s scrolling through devilgram, he sets it aside for a moment to squish your cheeks between his hands and cover your forehead and nose with loud, playful kisses. You go up to him and request attention? You get kiss attacked, and he won’t let up until you crack a smile!

Your brain hurts, he says, echoing your very first explanation. It’s okay though, he says. He’ll kiss it better, he says.

He is MORE than happy to completely discard the tsundere façade to lean into this… over-the-top affectionate silliness, as long as it continues to make you laugh and smile like that.

He won’t admit it, but… this is more honest. This is much closer to who he is at heart than his usual behaviour is. Try as he might, he can’t hide how much he cares to save his life.

The realest aspect of Mammon is not the dumbass, not the money-grubber, not the uncaring cool guy that he pretends to be… no, it’s the goofy dork who loves you SO much that he’d go to any amount of effort to cheer you up.

He’s damn good at it too! HE was put in charge of your well-being for a reason! He’s the best big brother/guardian/friend/pact partner ever, and you’re his to take care of. He’s not letting HIS human go without smiling once for a whole day! You’re the sole member of his family he can openly dote on, and dammit, he will!

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Levi:

Levi’s go-to is, of course, distracting you with media. He tries games first, but if you’re too low-energy for that, he gets it. He tries anime, movies, shows, videos, manga, whatever you seem to respond best to.

You’ll notice a theme of letting others help, confiding in friends, opening up to people. There are repeated instances of characters asking for support from the rest of the cast and then being helped and taken care of. Lots of power of friendship stories, lots of hurt/comfort and “it’s rotten work” “not to me, not if it’s you” and team-as-family.

Maybe, just maaaybe, he’s trying to tell you something!

He relaxes when you explain that you just woke up like this, sometimes this just happens and it’s no one’s fault, there’s no problem, he doesn’t have to worry about you. He gets that! Sometimes he wakes up like that too. It does happen!

But… you’re his player two! He wants to worry about you!

So he takes care of you the way he wishes someone would take care of him when he gets like that. Gives you the extra love he knows first-hand that you need right now. He lets you choose the entertainment, he holds your hand, and mirrors what you do to self-soothe.

If you wanna lie on the floor and stare at his jellyfish decorations, he’s right next to you. If you wanna tell Henry how you’re feeling, he’s right there with you doing the same so you don’t have to feel self-conscious. If you’re stimming, he will too. That one makes him happy as well! If you wanna burrow into a pile of blankets and plushies like a hognose snake, he totally gets it and will also do that. He does that anyway sometimes, just because it’s comfy.

There’s not a hint of judgement from Levi. Ever. He gets it.

When you guys HAVE to leave his room, like for meals and such, he lends you his headphones. So you don’t get overstimulated from all the noise his brothers make. He never goes far from you, either. He always stays close enough that you can reach for him if you want to.

After dinner, when you’re tired and done with trying to act normal (not that even one of your demons is fooled), Levi brings you back to his room. He asks if you have any requests, anything you want to do, anything he can do to help you. If you know what you need, he’ll just do it. If you don’t, he’ll offer comfort in some form that makes sense to him. He understands that all you really need is some extra love when you’re like this, so he’s not at a loss. He gets it, he feels the same way sometimes, he can do that!

You end up curled up in his lap, hiding your face in his shoulder as he watches an anime you’ve both seen before at a low volume. Familiar and comforting. He’s happy to just sit and chill with you until you feel like you’ve recharged enough. He knows you’d do the same for him.

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Satan:

Satan’s instinct, once he learns what’s going on, is to bring you to the quiet spot outside where the stray cats he has befriended gather and then plonk the chillest one in your lap.

Cats are perfect fluffy little warm purring bundles of free therapy, after all. How could you not be recharged by this?

He’s not wrong, the cat definitely helps. It is in fact a perfect creature.

But… well, you don’t bother to spend the energy on saying so, but being outside isn’t really helping. You cringe at every loud noise. The wind ruffling your clothes every so often is annoying you. You’re sitting on concrete and it’s making you cold. The streetlights feel particularly aggressive to your eyes today. Very stabby. There are smells outside! No one wants that!

You love the cats, but Satan is giving them all his attention and you’re getting just a little bit jealous. You as well are giving the cat in your lap all your attention, and—as stupid as you feel about it—you’re getting a little bit jealous about that too. You want attention too! All the cat has to do is be cute and soft and it can have all the petting and cuddling it wants! As it deserves, yes, but… don’t you as well, though..?

You try to push that feeling away and just pet the cat. The cat did nothing wrong, you still love it, you’re supposed to be feeling MORE recharged from this! Not… whatever it is you do feel. At the end of the day you still enjoy petting the cat and you don’t want it to leave. That’s still true and that’s what matters, you tell yourself.

Eventually the cat decides it’s had enough petting for now, and gets up. Satan checks on you, fully expecting you to be thoroughly cheered up! Instead he sees you staring forlornly at your hands, mostly zoned out. Confused, he asks if you’re okay.

You nod once, giving him a hollow smile.

Now he’s concerned. He takes a minute to finish petting the cats surrounding him—noting the hint of jealousy in your eyes as you observe him—then comes to sit on the concrete stair next to you.

He gently points out that he knows you well enough to detect a lie. Especially an unconvincing lie like that. You give a noncommittal hum in reply. That’s all you have the energy for.

He wraps an arm around your shoulders, letting you slump against his side. Your head leans against his shoulder. His other arm comes up to stroke your head for a moment, then drops down again to take your hand.

In a small, tired voice, you thank him. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze in reply.

Eventually he adjusts you so he can hold you more comfortably. Every so often he kisses the top of your head, or rubs your shoulder, or squeezes your hand, or says something quietly to you. Pointing out a interesting leaf shape, telling you something inconsequential about his day, prompting you to look when one of the cats does something cute, reminding you that he loves you and it’s okay to feel like this. That he enjoys your company no matter what mood you’re in.

This helps a lot more. Eventually you have enough energy to reply to him in full sentences! He’s visibly relieved at that. Still, he continues to hold you.

It’s after this point that a different cat comes up to you. It sniffs your shoelace then rubs itself against your leg. It flops over your shoe, stretching adorably with its little paws reaching up. It looks up at you all wide-eyed and cute, and finally you give a short puff of a laugh. Satan feels it more than hears it, but still!! He feels successful!

You pet this cat as it stands up and sniffs at your free hand. You look at it with a little smile. There’s a bit more soul in this smile, to Satan’s relief.

Later, as the two of you are leaving, he slips the cat a treat and whispers a thank you to it. Then he takes your hand again and leads you back home.

(He makes a mental note to himself for next time: pet the sad human first!! Then go see the cats!)

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Asmo:

Asmo notices that you’re having one of those days today, and he rushes to spoil you. Like Mammon, his first instinct is to take you shopping—but specifically for clothes and makeup and skincare products. Stuff that would cheer him up.

But you’re tired, and he understands that. It’s okay, he still knows what to do!

Asmo brings you into his room. You curl up in a sad, tired lump on his bed. He lets you chill there while he gathers up the stuff he wants.

He returns to you with his arms full of stuff! Nail polish, face masks, a hairbrush, moisturizer and hair oil, etc etc. Stuff for taking care of you.

He makes a point of only doing stuff that doesn’t sting at all. No plucking eyebrows or messing with your cuticles or anything like that. Just the stuff that feels nice.

Asmo quietly chatters about people he knows and stuff he’s used and whatever the latest gossip he’s heard is. Not even really to inform you this time, because he knows you’re probably not gonna remember much when you’re like this, but more to provide you with a constant, grounding backdrop of his familiar voice.

He speaks softly to you as he wipes your face with cleanser and then proceeds with his skincare process. He gently brushes your hair, spending twice as long as necessary just because it feels nice. He insists you don’t bother to move as he sits next to you and paints your nails.

At some point he runs out of stuff to do, so he ends up just brushing over your face with a clean makeup brush. No product on it at all, he’s just doing it to make you relax, because it’s soft and it feels nice. It’s meditative, honestly. For both of you.

He spends a good long while doing that.

He finishes up and lies down next to you. He pulls you into a cuddle. You offer to return the favour for him. Do his skincare and hair and nails and stuff for him, spoil him back—because he deserves the best.

For the first time ever, he declines. He shushes you and holds you tighter. This is the only situation in which he would ever refuse that!

He says you’re more than welcome to return the favour tomorrow if you like, but for now he just wants you to rest. He did all that for you to get you in this relaxed state you’re in right now, don’t get up and un-relax yourself so fast! Keep your brain turned off! It’s good for you sometimes!

… yes, Asmo is surprised by his own selflessness too—more surprised than you are by now, knowing him. He’s always been selfless for your sake since you first became his friend. It still surprises him though.

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Beel:

Beel is your best guy for validation. For quiet, thoughtful, unwavering support. He’s a lot more insightful than he’s often given credit for. He’s one of the best people in this family in terms of emotional intelligence, no question about it.

He knows just what to do. He observes you as the day goes on, taking the first opportunity to pull you aside and check on you without any others around. Just to make absolutely sure there’s nothing else going on.

His voice is soft, his hands are gentle, and he puts effort into understanding you. You’re family, he loves you so much! So of course he would.

He’ll share his food with you of course—both because he wants you to know that he loves you that much, and because he’s trying to remove a task from your to-do list. You don’t have to think about getting food and preparing it and any of that if he just. Does it for you. You can spend your very limited energy elsewhere.

He’ll take you with him on his routine walk, just so you can have a change of scenery and an opportunity to chat uninterrupted.

He listens to you complain about being outside with his characteristic placid sympathy—a combination that would be a bit contradictory if it came from anyone else, but somehow makes perfect sense for Beel. It’s soothing. Reassuring, somehow. He helps a lot, just by being himself.

When you inevitably run out of energy—much quicker than you usually do, but you expected that—he offers to carry you. Or rather, he automatically goes to do it on muscle memory, because that’s just what he does with tired loved ones (Belphie usually). He catches himself and realizes he should ask first in this case. Just to make sure. He’s considerate like that.

You are very tired… and you want contact. So of course you accept the offer. How could you refuse when he offers so earnestly?

He walks in measured, consistent steps as he carries you. The sway of his movement is deliberately relaxing. He’s trying to lull you into a meditative haze, or maybe put you to sleep. Either is good, he thinks.

The warmth of him makes the… everything about being outside when you’re feeling this way a lot more tolerable. The sounds of his footsteps, his breaths, his heartbeat… all of that drowns out the background noise just enough. Your face is pressed into his jacket, so the streetlights don’t stab your eyes and all the distressingly inconsistent outside smells are entirely covered by the spices-aromatics-soap scent of Beel. It’s a smell you know very well, and the familiarity of it is grounding.

Everything about him is grounding, really. He really did know exactly what to do.

At the end of the day… it’s okay if you don’t smile. He would like you to, of course, but he will meet you where you’re at. Anyway, it’s more important to him that you feel like it’s safe to show however it is you actually feel around him. He understands the amount of trust that takes, and he’s honoured by it. Nothing is more important to him than that trust.

So, you don’t have to smile. It’s okay.

Don’t be strong, he tells you. There’s no need, for now. Just let him. Rest, lean on his strength—he’s got more than enough for both of you. He’s got you. He’s not going anywhere.

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Belphie:

Oh, you’re tired? A bit sad, a bit grouchy? Damn. Looks like even HE has more energy than you today. That’s not something he sees often! Well, that’s fine. He knows what to do.

It’s straight to baby jail with you!

In his arms, that is. In bed, surrounded by his best pillows, covered by the least warm heavy blanket he has, so you won’t overheat but will still feel nice and covered.

He positions you so you’re facing each other, with your head tucked under his chin. So you have room to comfortably breathe and talk, but your face is still as covered as possible so you won’t be bothered by any lights.

Emotional intelligence may not be Belphie’s strong suit, but he is observant and he understands exhaustion. This may not exactly be the usual kind of exhaustion, but still! There’s no demon better equipped to understand what’s going on with you right now, just by nature.

He’s totally fine with cuddling you in silence if you don’t feel like talking. That really works for him, actually, because it allows him to nap.

Not that he doesn’t WANT to listen to you. He does. He’d be happy to. But he gets it if you don’t wanna bother with that. It’s okay.

He will, however, delay taking a nap until you doze off first. He just wants to make sure you’re okay. He’s not about to just fall asleep and abandon you if you still need attention.

If you’re not falling asleep very fast, he will help. Not with magic, surprisingly. He’s being more… gentle, he supposes, than that in this situation.

He talks quietly about nothing important. The soft drone of his voice, kept consistent and deliberately soporific, melts into your brain like butter, slowing it way down. Blocking everything else out. Gradually turning it off. One hand rubs your back slowly, almost as if to match the rhythm of his voice.

It’s so relaxing. You feel like you could stay like this forever and never want to move, you’re that comfortable.

Belphie knows what he’s doing.

It works really well! He makes sure you feel loved and cared for, then makes sure you get some extra rest. Mental and physical recharging.

Of course, you wake up feeling a lot better. Maybe not entirely back to your normal self yet, but definitely better. How could you not?

You’re a lot less tired after you’ve slept, and less sad too… so he’s succeeded—but you’re still not smiling!

He can fix that, right?

He lets you get up and stretch first, of course. He does the same. Before you leave the room though, he wraps you up in another hug.

He pulls back to examine your face after a minute or two.

Hmm… you look comfy, but still no smile! He can’t have that! So he hugs you tightly again, but this time his fingers start to lightly poke and brush over your sides. He’s trying to force you to smile by tickling you. He’s not gonna do too much, he’s not trying to overwhelm you. He stops as soon as you crack a smile.

There we go, he says as he gives you one last gentle squeeze. That was all he wanted, he tells you.

He doesn’t let go of you for long, over the rest of the day. Always holding your hand, giving you random hugs, draping himself over your shoulders—but without making you take all his weight for once, because he knows you’re still kinda tired. Enough of it to be soothing, but no more. Just so you don’t get lonely. He doesn’t want you to get all sad again.

If you do get sad again though, it’s okay. He will squish the sadness out of you all over again, as many times as you need. He doesn’t mind.

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[thoughts-rambles]

"Asmodeus hates being kissed on the face," was a fact that got shared to you early on your visit to the Devildom. It was a shocking one at that, the Avatar of Lust? Doesn't like being kissed on the face? The look of shock on your face prompted the brother to explain that it was because he hated having his beautiful makeup ruined, that he'd simply have no time left in the world if he had to reapply makeup every time someone wanted to kiss him. Plus, he would add, kisses on the lips were far more fun.

Asmodeus, in reality, hated being kissed on the face because it felt too domestic, too loving, too unreachable. It was a secret he would take to his grave, hidden beneath carefully woven lies, because the truth would be far too vulnerable. There was no one who could love the real him, so he'd settle for the physical intimacy that sex had brought, but refuse to indulge in the emotional connection that was associated with soft kisses being peppered on his face. The tender moments that could be shared between true lovers was simply not meant for him, and the quicker he pushed it away the easier it would be to accept. He'd simply stick to having random demons worship his body in other ways. Ways that'd more quickly- but not sufficiently- fill the gaping void in his chest yearning for love. He was the Avatar of Lust, and that's all he'd ever be. And he was okay with that, happy even.

...until you came along.

[wobuffetbreakfast]

obm headcanons cuz why not

tags: pure family fluff! sibling shenanigans

when lucifer first brought a car in the devildom , despite their ages , levi and mammon would fight each other on who sits next to the drivers seat when lucifer drives. the rest of em would just get tucked in the backseat . more often than not , belphie usually ends up sprawled across everyone and sleeps there .

if beel (imagine human age 7-8 yrs) ever comes up with a school assignment which was due tomorrow , you bet it was mammon rushing out to buy supplies and burning the midnight oil while beel just sits on the countertop while mammon furiously writes and draws . bonus beel eating oreos and feeding mammon some while he is knee deep in papers and crayons.

levi's day to day wear is one fashion crime away from asmo taking him to majolish and redoing his whole wardrobe

speaking of which , when levi first started anime and cosplaying asmo used to help him out with make up and stuff , this is probably the reason why asmo became so good at makeup .

speaking of fashion sense , asmo is the first on the chart , mammon the second cuz he does modeling gigs at times , and third is lucifer . it is due to these three's combined efforts that the house of lamentation manages to look presentable at most of the times.

asmo tried to convince satan to wear both the sleeves of his jacket but to no avail.

during beel's fangol matches , you can see all seven of them at the bleachers sporting all the jerseys with beels number on it , with tiny flags and face paints . lucifer won't admit it , but he cheers the loudest during every climax of the match.

after the matches , its a family routine for them to head to hells kitchen for an unorthodox dinner having cheeseburgers and milkshakes .

belphie lost his aux cord privileges at the car due to his playlist solely being emo kid music and the devildom equivalent of mcr .

one time , diavolo convinced mammon to sneak him out of the castle for a night out because he wanted to see might life at devildom instead of being stuck back there . they were found later at 6 am at a motel , hungover due to cinnamon rolls , empty pizza cartons and cans of soda . it was barbatos and lucifer who found them and thankfully the issue didn't get much publicity . diavolo and mammon have become more sneakier in getting out , the duo that you didn't expect but now you have seen it , it can't be ignored .

levi has an online friend who likes sebastian from black butler a lot , both of them are practically best friends . but levi doesn't know his online bestie is barbatos who secretly manages a pinterest , tumblr and ao3 account in his free time . pinterest is where he gets his crochet ideas.

one time luke fell asleep at one of diavolo's formal galas , and it was beel who carried him like a baby back to purgatory hall .its said that luke unknowingly snuggled up to beel but he denies it .

when lucifer was an angel , simeon and him were really close . simeon notes the fact that when lucifer was first introduced to his baby brother mammon , he cried a bit at the thought of him growing up .

sometimes when belphie can't sleep , he goes to levi's room as most of the time , levi is busy playing with his console and belphie just ends up sleeping in his bathtub .

satan used to love it when mammon used to read him bedtime stories when he was younger . him and asmo used to share a bed and it was their favorite part of their bedtime routine .

[softlypossessive]

♡･ﾟ𓏸 Sleeping With Them (Literally) 𓏸･ﾟ♡

♡ Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, gn!reader ♡ Warnings: Fluff, comfort, implied bad dreams, physical affection, mutual pining?? maybe??, Levi being awkward™, clingy behavior, some light tsundere energy, protective vibes, some suggestiveness (Asmo’s default setting), Beel being The Best™ ♡ Notes: This was purely self-indulgent and born from a burst of insomnia and a deep need for sleepy demon boy comfort. No prompt, just vibes. Gender-neutral reader. Each brother reacts in his own sweet, awkward way—and yes, they’re all canonically clingy now. I don’t make the rules.

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🕯️Lucifer

 You find him still awake in the dead of night, seated at his desk, lit only by the glow of a single lamp

He's reviewing RAD paperwork with the usual stoic focus, barely glancing up when you enter

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asks, voice low, a touch concerned despite the neutrality in his tone

You nod, murmuring something vague about a bad dream, and instead of brushing you off, he gestures silently to the small sofa by the window

You sit with your blanket in hand, intending just to be nearby, and he lets you—doesn’t press for details, just returns to his work

Somewhere between the quiet scratch of his pen and the rhythmic turn of pages, your eyes slip shut

When you wake, it's morning. You're not on the sofa. You’re in his bed

The covers are warm, tucked carefully around you, and the scent of his cologne clings faintly to the pillow

His coat hangs neatly over the chair beside you, a fresh cup of tea steaming on the nightstand

He’s nowhere in sight, but you have the distinct feeling he didn’t sleep—just quietly carried you to bed when he saw your head nod

No one says anything about it later, but you catch him watching you a little longer at breakfast that morning

The kind of watchfulness that says: next time, just come straight to me

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💰 Mammon

He’s already in bed, hair rumpled, one leg kicked out of the blanket like always

You knock quietly and peek in, mumbling that you can’t sleep

His eyes go wide, then he fumbles upright, totally alert

“Wha—? You okay? What happened? You hurt?”

You tell him it’s just a nightmare, nothing big

He softens immediately, scoots over, and pats the mattress beside him like it’s obvious

“C’mon. Ain’t no bad dreams gonna mess with you while I’m here.”

You lie down next to him and he tries so hard to play it cool—arms behind his head, eyes on the ceiling

That lasts five seconds

He shifts closer like he’s not doing it on purpose, like you won't notice him curling toward you

When your hand brushes his by accident, he makes a strangled noise and goes stiff… then grabs it like it’s the most natural thing in the world

“Jus’ so ya don’t get cold,” he mutters, clearly blushing even in the dark

You fall asleep fast, wrapped up in warmth and the quiet muttering of “I gotcha, I’m here” under his breath

When you wake up, he’s out cold, drooling slightly, and clinging to you like a barnacle

You try to move. His grip tightens. You are not escaping

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🎮 Leviathan

You didn’t even mean to fall asleep

One second you were watching a cozy slice-of-life anime with him, head tipped against the beanbag, and the next, darkness

Levi notices right away

He panics internally. 

Like full-blown “I’m not equipped to deal with this cuteness” meltdown

But you look… comfortable. Peaceful. So he freezes in place

Slowly, carefully, he lowers the volume, gets up, and drapes his hoodie over your shoulders

He debates letting you stay there all night—but what if you get a crick in your neck? What if you wake up cold?

Eventually, he picks you up. Carries you. Cradles you like a rare body pillow

You don’t wake up

He tucks you into his bed, sets a Ruri-chan plush beside you for moral support, and flops onto the floor with a blanket and his headphones

When you wake up, it’s early morning. His lights are dimmed pink, the room is silent, and he’s snoring softly with a controller still in his hands

You stare at him for a long minute, heart aching a little at how sweet he looks like that

You don’t say anything when he wakes up an hour later, scrambling into an apology

You just smile and tell him you slept fine

He’s red for a full day

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📚 Satan

He’s in his room reading, legs folded under him on the couch, a novel in one hand and a mug of tea in the other

You knock gently, eyes tired, and when he sees your face, he softens

“Bad dreams?” he asks, and there’s no teasing in it—just genuine concern

Without a word, he shifts to make space, patting the cushion beside him

You curl up with your blanket, shoulder brushing his, and he casually pulls another throw over both of you

He doesn’t say much, but his presence is calm, anchoring

Eventually your head tips against his arm and your breathing slows

He waits a few minutes to be sure you’re truly out, then sets his book aside and just… watches you

Not in a creepy way—just quietly fascinated by how peaceful you look, even after the nightmare

When you wake, you’re no longer on the couch—you’re in his bed, under soft sheets

The book he’d been reading is closed beside you, and there’s a little note tucked into the pages with your name on it

You keep it

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💅 Asmodeus

He’s brushing out his hair at his vanity when you show up at his door, looking rumpled and half-asleep

“Darling, what’s wrong?” he coos, spinning around in a silk robe

When you admit you couldn’t sleep, his whole demeanor changes—still sweet, but softer, more grounded

“Say no more. Come here.”

He leads you straight to his bed, the sheets cool and silky, the scent of his perfume already comforting

You curl up under the covers while he finishes his routine—face mask, lip balm, a quick spritz of sleep spray

Then he slips in beside you, warm and gentle, his arm draped loosely over your waist

He talks to you in low whispers about nothing important—pretty things, soft clothes, silly gossip—until your eyes close

The moment you drift off, he goes quiet, tucking your hair behind your ear and watching your face with a look so tender it almost doesn’t feel like Asmo

The next morning, you wake up to a kiss on the forehead and a softly sung “good morning, sleepyhead”

He never lets you forget how cute you looked curled up against him—but there’s something genuine in his voice when he adds,

“If you ever need me again, you know where I am.”

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🍔 Beelzebub

It starts with you falling asleep in the kitchen

You’d gone down for a late-night snack, found Beel already there eating cereal straight out of the box

He didn’t say much, just gave you a smile and pushed the box your way

You talked for a while, then leaned against the counter… then slumped onto the bench… and then lights out

Beel doesn’t wake you. Just watches you for a bit to make sure you’re really asleep

Then he scoops you up, careful like you’re made of glass

You wake up halfway through the walk to his room, tucked against his chest

“You looked tired,” he says simply. “You can sleep here tonight.”

His bed smells like vanilla protein powder and fresh laundry. He hands you one of his shirts as a sleep top. It’s comically large

Beel climbs into bed after you and stays on “his side” at first—very polite, very stiff, very big brother energy

But the second you roll toward him, drowsy and half-mumbling his name? He’s there

One arm around your waist, tucking you in close. His chin rests against the top of your head

“I’ll stay up a little longer to make sure the nightmare doesn’t come back,” he whispers

He’s asleep within five minutes

You wake up entirely under him. Full body weight. He's warm. You can't move. He looks peaceful. You stay there

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💤 Belphegor

You creep into the attic room after a nightmare, not expecting him to be awake

He is

Barely opens one eye, gives you a sleepy “What’s wrong?”

You whisper that you can’t sleep, and he lifts the covers without another word

No teasing, no drama—just the quiet shift of space being made for you

You crawl in beside him, the star-speckled canopy of the ceiling above you

His arms find your waist automatically. He’s already half-asleep again

“You’ll sleep better here,” he mumbles against your shoulder. “I always do”

 Within seconds, he’s out cold

But you’re not. Not yet

You lie there for a bit, warm and stunned, because his breathing is deep and even and his grip is loose but protective

 Eventually, you drift off

When you wake up, Belphie’s draped over you like a sleepy octopus, your legs tangled, his head tucked under your chin

“Don’t move,” he mumbles without opening his eyes

You don’t

You fall asleep again

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[hopeluna]

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dividers from @/cafekitsune

Lucifer who doesn't know how in the hell he managed to win your affections. He was rude, arrogant, prideful and yet, after all that, you still choose to love him everyday. And he absolutely can't wrap his head around that information.

Lucifer, to whom taking care of you comes naturally. Leaving water bottles on your desk when you're working, handing you small snacks throughout the day, putting a hand protectively on your head when you look under the table for your dropped pen.

Lucifer who scoffs at your stupid jokes and puns and yet gets worried when you stay quiet any day. He will try to subtly (not so subtly) try to figure out what has gotten you so upset.

Lucifer, with whom you have date night every Saturday. Even if he has been overworking all week with visible dark circles under his eyes, he'd be damned if he misses or is late for date night.

Lucifer who sometimes falls asleep like dead weight on your shoulder if you are sitting next to him. You're not sure how the position is comfortable with his neck bent to fit in the crook of your neck but if you ask me, and he chooses to answer, he swears he has the best sleep like that. He also promptly ignores to tell you the neck pain he gets every time.

Lucifer who feels his eye twitch slightly when his brothers involve you in their antics only to blame it all on you when they get caught by him, cause they know he's not gonna say anything to you.

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[sister-lucifer]

Unfortunate Weather

Mammon x Gender Neutral Reader

Genre: Fluff 

Summary: An unexpected storm turns Mammon’s perfect night into a mess right before your eyes 

Content/Warnings: No established relationship but Mammon is pining for Reader and slightly delusional /lh, a sprinkle of jealous Mammon

Word count: 2,236

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This is going to be the perfect night. 

Diavolo is throwing one of his lavish banquets to celebrate the overwhelming success of the first R.A.D. exchange program, and has extended his generous invitation to all of his dearest friends. Initially, Mammon had little to no interest in attending, especially when his paycheck had just come in and was begging to be spent. He was wandering down a row of shops when the message came through on his D.D.D., and was quick to brush it off with a scoff. He was already on a mission to find you the perfect gift. That meant there was no time for interruptions. 

He’d been slacking as of late with his courtship; it seemed like every time he turned around, one of his brothers had found a new way to woo you right into his arms, leaving him in the dust. It was just bad luck, really, like every time he could finally sit down with you the universe found a reason to pull him away. He was finally going to remedy that, though, and he was going to do it with the perfect gift. 

It took him about twice as long to make his way through the shops as it would anyone else. Every shiny trinket was carefully scrutinized and picked apart under his gaze. The future of your relationship could ride on this gift! He couldn’t afford failure, nor could he afford most of the things he eyed anyways, even with the effort he put in to save up the past few weeks.

It was a long day for Mammon. He wandered endlessly from shop to shop, but couldn’t find anything he deemed worthy to be a gift for you. Despite his first instinct when met with such adversity generally being to give up, the only thing he hates more than hard work is the idea of losing you to someone else. Even through his determination, though, he began to wonder if maybe the perfect gift he was looking for simply didn’t exist, that maybe there was no object that could truly embody his adoration for you. 

Then, he saw it. 

It glimmered in the window of the last shop on the row, like it was calling to him. He wandered closer to the shimmering light, eyes widening in awe as each detail became clear. For the first time, his pulse quickened with the thought that this could be the perfect gift. 

He pressed himself to the glass of the shop’s window, looking down at what he could now see was the pendant of a necklace. It was a beautiful obsidian black, darker than a scrying mirror, in the shape of a crow’s head. In the eyes sparkled a perfect pair of round cut tourmaline gems that caught the light perfectly and threw dashes of shining yellow sparks onto the walls around it. The longer he looked, the more the vision of you wearing it became clear, his pendant resting on your chest as a reminder of how much you meant to him—and maybe even how much he meant to you in return. 

He made a complete fool of himself dashing into the shop. After narrowly avoiding a collision with the counter, he stuttered out enough jumbled words to ask how much the pendant would be. He couldn’t remember the price if he tried, but it didn’t matter; he slapped his card down on the table without second thought. There was no way to explain why, but it was more than clear to him that that necklace was the one. That would be his perfect gift. 

He was giddy leaving the shop, bag in hand, almost sprinting his way back to the House of Lamentation. Halfway there, his D.D.D buzzed again. It was another message from Diavolo, once again imploring him to consider attending his banquet. Mammon was just starting to type out a very firm ‘no’ when a sudden epiphany struck him. It was enough to make him stop in his tracks. 

At first, he only planned to give you the gift in private. He’d probably find you in your room and hand you the box and you would, of course, gush about your endless gratitude to him. That was good, sure, but he had a golden opportunity here to up the ante. 

He could raise a glass at the banquet, make a toast to you and all that you’ve accomplished in the Devildom, make a little show out of it. Then, just when everyone would think it was over, he would hand you the box that contained the perfect gift he’d worked so hard for. Everyone would watch as your eyes widened at the beautiful pendant, just like his had, and they would all see how his present delighted you to no end. You would ask him to put it on you, you’d probably hug him too, maybe even plant a kiss on his cheek. 

Afterward, you’ll both ditch the stuffy banquet and go for a stroll by the lake, and there you’ll confess your secret desire for him, and he’ll do the same for you, and in no time at all you’ll have no more interest in his brothers’ sad attempts at flirting, and he’ll have you all to himself, and pretty soon you won’t even remember a time when you and him weren’t the envy of the entire realm…

…A perfect plan! 

In Mammon’s mind, there was nothing that could go wrong. In fact, things could only go right. 

The day of the banquet eventually rolled around. Mammon did his best to hide his nerves, spending most of the day picking out his outfit and rehearsing his toast until the words lost meaning. 

His brothers left without him, seeing as he was still occupied obsessing over every little detail of his outfit and had assured them he’d follow shortly. Lucifer had mentioned something about the rain, but it didn’t hold Mammon’s attention. Nothing could tear him away from his own reflection. 

He couldn’t help giggling to himself when he finally made his way out the door. Now, with the box tucked under his arm and an air of triumph about him, he struts down the path to Diavolo’s castle. It’s not too far, especially when you know the right shortcuts, and a brisk stroll will only give him more time to perfect his speech. 

The HoL has just disappeared out of view when he feels the first raindrop. 

He pauses, blinking in confusion as the cool water runs down his cheek. He wipes his face with his sleeve, and when he pulls it away the slightest wet spot lingers. Another comes down on him, landing in his hair and running down his forehead. He groans in annoyance and quickly brushes it away. 

He keeps walking, trying to fix his hair the best he can. The effort is quickly thwarted by another raindrop, and then another, and another. Mammon’s starting to get nervous—what was Lucifer saying about the rain? 

Well, if he can’t remember, it’s probably not that important…right? 

A startling clap of thunder suggests otherwise. 

Without warning, the wind picks up, and it’s as if the clouds open up to release a vengeful flood. Mammon shrieks as the sky falls down around him, sticking his perfectly styled hair to his forehead and soaking into his shoes. He at least has the wherewithal to tuck the necklace’s box under his jacket before taking off as fast as he can. He shields his face with his arm, but the rain is ruthless, and he can barely see through the storm. 

The ground becomes saturated terribly fast, and more than once he stumbles in the mud, which is now caking the bottoms of his once pristine shoes. He goes the wrong way a few times, too, running into trees and tripping over loose rocks, only giving the rain more opportunity to wash away all of his hard work. Even though he’s running as fast as he can, it feels like an eternity before he finally sees the light of the castle. 

He bursts through the door, the mud causing him slip on the tile and track filth everywhere. Puddles follow him wherever he goes, and it’s not until now that he realizes he somehow lost a shoe in the storm and has been walking around with one stained sock. 

He runs right by a slack-jawed and surely furious Barbatos to make his way to the dining hall, halting any and all conversation around the table as soon as he enters. He’s used to the dumbfounded and slightly disappointed stares that he’s getting from his brothers, but seeing you look at him with such shock makes his cheeks warm. A few flustered stammers fall from his mouth before he manages to gather himself enough to speak. 

“S-Sorry I’m late, guys,” Mammon says with a forced laugh, “just, uh, g-got caught up in the storm…heh…”

He’s desperately hoping that someone will say something to make this less mortifying, but he’s met with only silence. Lucifer groans and shakes his head, while his other brothers giggle behind their hands and whisper to each other. Diavolo can’t stifle a chuckle either. 

Mammon gulps. 

He sheepishly pulls the box out from under his jacket, and is relieved to see that it’s still dry. He tries to piece back together enough courage to at least hand you your gift, but when he looks up again, you’ve already risen from your chair and made your way toward him. 

“Mammon, you must be freezing!” You exclaim, watching the rain drip from his hair and edges of his jacket. “Did you really walk all the way here in the rain?” 

“Well, um…not all the way,” he replies in a mumble. He glances briefly at Lucifer, who looks at him with a silent ‘I told you so, stupid.’

Mammon looks down at you, feeling like a failure already, and he’s only just walked through the door. You look at him with such concern, reaching up to gingerly pluck a leaf from his hair and smooth out his jacket. His knuckles tremble as he holds tight to the box. 

For a moment, he debates not giving you the gift at all. His confidence is so shot, he can barely recall the vision of a perfect night that was so clear to him earlier that day. Maybe it would be better to just…tuck it away again and leave it for another day. 

Or never. 

If tonight went so wrong, maybe things just weren’t meant to be…? 

No…No! That can’t be it! 

Mammon shakes his head free of dejection. He made it all this way, he can’t give up now!

Determined to somehow get the evening back on track somehow, he shoves the box into your chest. 

“Here!” He yelps, voice cracking a bit. “T-This is for you!”

Your brows furrow in confusion, but you take the box from him. It’s heavier than you expected. 

“What’s this?” You ask. 

Mammon almost tells you, but snaps his jaw shut. He clears his throat before giving as smooth of a reply as he can muster. 

“You, uh…you’ll just have to open it and see.” 

That makes you curious. 

You slowly lift the top off the box and peek inside. The pendant catches the warm light of the dining hall, and the twinkling gemstone eyes of the crow’s head stare back at you with a trembling sparkle. A gentle gasp leaves you as you realize what you’re looking at. 

An elated smile spreads across Mammon’s face like butter melting in a hot pan. He watches as you lift the pendant from the box with a careful touch, holding it up to the light and watching in awe as it projects yellow glimmers onto the room. He certainly enjoys the glimpses he catches of the amazed looks on his brothers’ faces, but he can’t keep his gaze off of you for long. 

You gawk wordlessly at the necklace for a long time, entranced by the golden flecks swirling in your eyes. When you finally speak, your words come with the slightest trembling of your bottom lip. 

“Mammon…it’s beautiful,” you whisper, “i-it must have cost a fortune:” 

Mammon scoffs. “Eh, what’s a fortune at the end of the day? It made me think of you. All that matters is that you like it.”

“Like it?” You echo in disbelief, “I love it!” 

“Wh— R-Really?” 

You nod without hesitation. 

“Yes! Haha, yes!” Mammon yells, practically leaping with joy. “The Great Mammon wins again! Not that, uh, I expected anything else.” 

He eagerly fastens the necklace around your neck, then steps back to admire the way the pendant shines on you. It’s even better than he was imagining. There’s nothing in the Devildom that could come close to the happiness evident on your face. 

You go in to hug him as a thank you, but stop short when you both remember that he’s still soaking wet. You settle instead for a kiss on his nose that makes his face feel red hot. He’s almost dizzy when you take his hand to lead him to his chair. 

Lucifer throws him a biting line about what an idiot he is, but Mammon doesn’t hear. He’s resting his chin in his hand and staring at you from across the table as the necklace shimmers against your chest. 

What a perfect night. 

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[zephyrchama]

Leviathan was absolutely giddy. Part of it was the celebratory demonus his brothers had pressured him into drinking for his birthday celebration. Nobody wanted to start drinking before the birthday boy, and just pushing a congratulatory glass in his hand was the quickest way to get the party started. The alcohol started flowing, the food kept coming, and then it was time for presents.

The second reason why Leviathan couldn’t stop chortling to himself: the latest and greatest limited edition Sucre Frenzy concert DVD, with bonus content. It even came with a companion book full of interviews, costume turnarounds, and choreography breakdowns. Only ten exist in the world. Lucifer wouldn’t divulge how he got it. When Leviathan pulled it from the gift pile, wedged between a pack of socks from Mammon and a fruity shampoo kit from Asmodeus, he screamed. Then he ran to the bathroom to wash his hands before touching it again, as the concert DVD was practically a legendary artifact.

Though he had been to the concert in person, seeing it again in HD with surround sound and a running commentary was an entirely new experience. The very first screening was to be a highly selective affair, reserved for the birthday boy himself and one VIP guest: you. That you were sober enough to actually set up the DVD player was a coincidental bonus.

The two of you had plenty of snacks and pen lights for Levi’s little after-party. The after-party that started while the main party was still winding down. At this point, it was practically expected that the guest of honor would sneak off with you while everyone else turned a blind eye.

Cushions and large plush toys were strewn about the floor for comfort. Some of them were freshly unwrapped presents. Others were your usual seat when you came to game with Leviathan. You dimmed the lights then rushed back over to the TV as he rapidly beckoned you. “Come on! It’s starting, you don’t want to miss- oh! That trumpet - that’s the opening cue!”

There was awed silence for around ten seconds. As soon as the idols descended to the stage, Leviathan jumped to his feet, stumbling a little in his inebriated state. He grabbed his trusty sticks. “Let’s goooo!”

You cheered him on with your wotagei knowledge, having accompanied Leviathan to enough karaoke sessions to know when to shake the lights in what manner. It was a workout. As the first song transitioned into a second, Leviathan pointed at the screen.

“This song was debuted at DeviFesta last year and instantly rose to the top of the charts!” he explained during the interlude. Light stick as his microphone, he belted out lyrics with flawless rhythm. On somewhat unsteady legs, he spun and waved at you, mimicking the fanservice the singers were performing on stage. This concert must have been seared into his memory. You clicked the pen lights to orange and egged him on.

“It makes my heart race - hey! When I look at your face - hey! 'cuz I really really love you~ Chu! Chu! Chu!”

Mid-chant, Leviathan’s focus wavered. He never put much thought into the lyrics before. It was typical idol fluff, the cheap kind that every song had to tug on your heart strings. It didn’t really mean much because idols love all of their fans equally. But to sing it to you, to your face, when you were so close and cheering him on, gave the words actual weight.

You were no stranger to drunk Leviathan’s honesty. It was far from the first time he’d had a few too many drinks and started confessing his true feelings to you. It’s really the only way he can directly say how he feels without stammering through an uphill battle of nerves. The way he suddenly dropped to his knees took you off guard, though. The concert hadn't even been on for ten minutes. You scrambled over with a cushion, asking above the performance, “woah! Are you alright?”

Leviathan averted his eyes. He held his flushed face so low that you couldn’t see how red it was, but during special moments like these, he at least felt the courage to speak his mind.

No more singing. He shuffled forward to softly pick up your hand and give it a squeeze.

“I really, really love you,” he repeated. “I don’t… say it enough… because I’m…” Leviathan’s voice trailed into a mumble as he pressed your hand against his forehead. It was too strenuous to try and hear what he was saying. You expected him to fall asleep. Maybe exhaustion finally caught up with him. The day was long, there was a lot of excitement, the DVD could wait until tomorrow.

Instead, he proved you wrong. He was always proving himself capable in the most unexpected of ways. Leviathan slowly tilted his head to look at you with wavering eyes reminiscent of a sunset. “C-can I hold you?”

You nodded, glad that he was alright. “It’s your birthday. You can do whatever you want.”

Leviathan softly tugged at your arm, dragging you into his lap with clumsy coordination. He handled you like his brand new DVD, with the utmost respect and reverence, but he couldn’t decide if he wanted to look at face or turn you away and hug you from the back. He settled you sideways, with an arm curled around your back and your knees bent above his thigh.

Sucre Frenzy performed in the background despite no one facing their way. Leviathan had a more important fave to pay attention to. One that was live, not something pre-recorded. When the final chorus hit and the idols sang their bit, he placed three kisses on your cheek. Each perfectly timed to a “chu!

“You’re my number one,” he professed into your ear.

Now was your turn to be giddy. With a laugh, you snuggled against Leviathan’s front. His anime t-shirt was one hundred percent cotton. Super soft and Leviathan-scented. “You know I love you too, right?”

He pushed his face into the top of your head with a “gyaaah!” and squeezed you tighter. Too much emotion could easily overwhelm an otaku. “Why do you have to be so… perfect!? You’re the whole package.”

“I should have put a bow on myself, then,” you told him. “Then you could have opened me as your present.”

Leviathan rubbed your back. You could smell the demonus on his breath, sweet and fragrant, as he half hummed a tune, half whined knowing he was going to die of embarrassment in the morning. In the moment, though, this sounded like a pretty suave thing to say: “Then, maybe next year, that’s not such a bad idea... You as my birthday present.”

It could get cold on the tiled floor of Leviathan's bedroom, yet the two of you together felt nice and toasty. He lifted his knees a speck, tilting your body towards his. It made it easier for you to rest your chin on his shoulder. He flinched at every little touch, an uncontrollable gut reaction that sent cold shivers up his veins like lightning, but soon found himself craving more.

“It’s still not too late this year," you suggested.

[hoesoflamentation]

↫↫↫↫↫ 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘤𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘴 ? ↬↬↬↬↬ short 'n' sweet part I, om!mammon x f!reader, 18+

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// now playing: juno by sabrina carpenter

// synopsis:  for as long as you can remember, you’ve been best friends with the indigo-haired boy next door…and for just as long, you’ve been in love with his sexy, smug older brother, mammon. after both of you move away, you thought you could finally forget about him, but as luck would have it, you’re moving back home - and so is he. when mammon rifles through your bedside drawer, it dawns on you that he might just wanna make you fall in love. will you be able to resist him when you’re so fucking horny?

// content warnings: bsf's brother, strong language, f!masturbation references, suggestive content, play-fighting / f overpowered by m, implied bondage references

A S A N only child, growing up next door to a family with seven kids often felt lonely. Watching the boys wrestle over a silly argument, or one of the older brothers dote lovingly over one of the younger ones, filled you with a longing that, in elementary school, you didn’t have words for yet.

But in their family, you noticed that someone else always seemed lonely, too; was always hanging back, playing a console game or doodling in the dirt by himself. He wore the same orange sweatshirt every day, just like you wore the same light-up Hello Kitty sneakers everywhere you went. 

Somehow, even as a six-year-old, you sensed that he felt just as lonely as you did. So, you made it your mission to befriend the lanky little boy with the indigo hair. 

The first day, he was frantically pressing buttons on his Gameboy with an intense look of concentration. You plopped down next to him in your shared backyard and said nothing; the boy blushed, got up, and ran inside. 

But little by little, he warmed to you. 

On the third day, he mumbled, “Levi… my name’s Levi,” before he scuttled away. 

And by the end of the month, Levi was letting you take turns beating levels of Smash Bros, showing you his collection of holographic Pokemon cards, and introducing you to his pet goldfish, Henry the First (for whom you would hold a funeral together, just two weeks later).

As you both got older, your respective families started to expect that your feelings for Levi would become romantic. His brothers teased him until he was red in the face (which never took long), and your family started to insist you leave the door open whenever he spent the night. But however many things changed, you were grateful that your friendship had remained the one constant in both of your lives. 

You couldn’t say the same for the way you felt about his older brother, Mammon. Your first time hearing his name was when Levi ran into your house, crying because Mammon had stolen his allowance. You had already pledged your allegiance to Levi - so, in your childlike mind, this made Mammon your sworn enemy for all eternity. 

But as the three of you grew up, that began to change: The summer you turned 12, you noticed that Mammon had sprouted from a gangly, pimpled teenager into a tall young man with tanned skin and lean muscles.  

Just like that, Mammon went from a certified nuisance - an annoying older brother who seemed to always be around - to your first real crush. 

And, two years later, when Mammon went away to college, you started to fall in love with him, appreciating for the first time all the little things he had done for you and Levi - from always bringing back your favorite candies from his summer job at the movie theater, to giving you endless rides back-and-forth from your favorite arcade in the folding-top convertible he bought with those wages.

After that, Mammon became a ghostly presence in the house next door. Every hallway, every smell reminded you of him, so that he was often felt but seldom seen. 

If you were lucky, you might catch him sauntering down the hallway, shirtless in his Christmas pajamas after the family’s annual party. Or, on more unlucky occasions, you might be forced to share a Thanksgiving meal with whatever girl he brought home for the long weekend. 

But apart from those rare encounters, you hardly thought about your best friend’s brother anymore. Life went on, for both of you. 

You had your first kiss at homecoming; watched Levi win his first e-sports tournament; got into your first-choice college and moved away - all without a single thought of the sexy, smirking, silver-haired boy next door…

Well, except for when you were alone. When it was late at night, and the ache between your thighs throbbed too loudly for you to fall asleep, you occasionally allowed yourself to scroll his Instagram and indulge in a moment of fantasy - just long enough to get yourself off and get back to bed. 

But what Levi didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, right? You figured it was okay, because you thought you would never have to see his brother’s stupid face again… 

Oh, but you were so wrong about that… because one year post-grad, and one earth-shattering breakup later, you found yourself back in your parents’ house. 

Who knew that at 24, you would be sleeping in your pastel pink childhood bedroom and crying to One Direction, yet again? 

The one silver lining in the whole situation was that Levi was still living next door, helping to care for his younger brothers and nurturing his blossoming streaming career. And thank god for that: you weren’t sure what you would have done without him there to dry your tears. The very first night you came home, Levi showed up on your doorstep with an Ikea shark plushie, a box of tissues, and a collectors’ edition DVD set of Ouran High School Host Club. You were as inseparable from one another as you had ever been. 

Of course, sleeping in Hello Kitty sheets with a unicorn nightlight wasn’t the only surprise that your 24th year had in store for you. 

After you moved home, it took a few weeks to finally make arrangements to pick up the rest of your shit from your ex’s apartment. The idea of seeing your ex was stressful, but the thought of driving a U-Haul was even worse. 

When you decided you needed professional help, Levi told you not to worry about booking the movers; that he would take care of everything. Broken of heart and dumb of ass, you trusted him all too willingly…

And that’s how you ended up here: face-to-face in front of your ex’s apartment, flanked by your best friend - and the last person you wanted to see when you looked like this. 

Naturally, the first time you saw Mammon in five years, he showed up with the perfectly-toned delts and glowing copper skin of a Greek god - and you showed up wearing Adidas track pants, with a set of eye bags to rival those of Jack Skellington.

Mammon greeted you with that signature, shit-eating grin. “Hey, brat! Long time no see!” 

You suppressed a shudder as his long-time nickname for you took on new meaning in your adult brain. New goal for 2026: get your mind out of the gutter. 

“Levi, what is he doing here?” you hissed into your best friend’s ear.

Levi reddened like a ripened tomato. Hiding his blushing face behind his hand, he whispered back, “Sorry! He offered to do it for cheap! Said he needed the cash.”

You rolled your eyes. Clearly, not much had changed since Mammon’s days of stealing allowance… and running from the consequences. 

Still, you kept it civil for Levi’s sake - and because hatred was only part of what you felt. When you saw Mammon’s marine eyes twinkle with mischief, you still didn’t know whether you wanted to slap him silly or jump his bones… maybe both?

“Hi, Mammon,” you sighed. “How long are you in town for?”

Mammon laughed and nudged Levi’s shoulder meaningfully. “I see ya forgot to tell Y/n the good news.”

Levi glared. “Because it’s not ‘good’ news.”

“Aw, sure it is, squirt!” Mammon playfully slung his arm around Levi’s shoulder and mussed his hair. “You’ll have more time to bond with yer big bro now that he’s livin’ at home again.”

“And you’ll have more chances to pay back the money you owe me,” Levi grumbled. “‘Big bro.’”

You blinked, stunned. “I’m sorry, you’re what?”

“Mammon’s staying at the house for awhile,” Levi sighed in resignation. “I was waiting for the right moment to tell you. Sorry.” 

“...oh.” 

Shameful memories of crying out Mammon’s name while riding your favorite dildo flashed before your eyes. And, quite possibly, so did your life. For a second, your heart raced so fast that you genuinely thought you might die from embarrassment. 

“That’s… definitely news.”

Levi dug his toe into the ground, muttering under his breath, “Tell me about it…”

As Mammon opened his mouth (presumably to humiliate you further), you hurriedly cut him off by announcing, “Well, my ex could get home any minute now. We’d better get started!” 

You brushed past both boys to get to Levi’s rusty minivan, but Mammon caught you by the shoulder as you passed. The warmth of his palm seemed to burn right through your sweatshirt, igniting the bare skin underneath with a prickly heat. 

“Seriously, Y/n,” he said, making earnest eye contact, “it’s…good to have ya back.” 

Gazing past Mammon’s mile-long lashes, you felt your heart sink into your stomach… yup, you were as royally fucked now as you had ever been.

You gulped and forced a smile with a shaky breath. “It’s… good to be back.”

Before either of you could dwell on the subtext beneath your exchange, Levi made a big show of gagging in disgust. 

Thankfully, like a good best friend, he waited for Mammon to wander off toward the moving van before making a snide remark.

“Next time, if you’re going to eye-fuck my brother,” Levi complained, poking you in the chest, “don’t do it in front of me… normie.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 

After a long day of hauling boxes up and down stairs, you realized why movers charged so much in the first place: this shit was fucking miserable. 

The  bright side? Every piece of furniture the three of you lugged was 100 pounds closer to being done with this move, and your shitty ex boyfriend, for good…

That, and the fact Mammon had torn his dark gray t-shirt on the corner of your dresser, so you got to see his ripped new body firsthand. Yeah, you supposed today wasn’t so bad, after all.

At least it’s over, you thought as you collapsed on your front porch next to a panting and trembling Levi.

Unfortunately, you were quickly realizing that the beginning of this new phase of life also meant you were faced with a brand-new set of problems… starting with the one right in front of you. 

Mammon’s hips swayed loosely as he sauntered up to you and Levi. Aside from a faint sheen on his forehead, he looked like he had barely broken a sweat, despite an entire day of heavy lifting. 

“Damn, I worked up an appetite,” Mammon remarked, letting out a low whistle. “What about you two? Got any romantic dinner plans?”

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the overplayed insinuation in his tone. People had been assuming you and Levi were dating (or should be dating) almost as long as you had known him; quickly, you had learned that it was better if you just ignored them. 

“Nah,” you said, “I can’t even think about dinner right now. Not while I’m this sweaty - I feel disgusting.”

Barely lifting his head, Levi somehow mustered up enough energy to nod. 

“Shower,” he wheezed, sounding like someone on life support. “Shower…would be good.” 

Levi dropped his neck between his knees once more, as if the weight of his own head was too much to bear.

“Are ya even gonna make it to our shower, buddy?” Mammon teased. “Our house is a whole 20 feet away.”

Levi lifted his head with narrowed eyes. “Dear brother…you dare mock my pain? In what might be my final moments?”

With the faintest of smiles, you shook your head. You could always count on your best friend to add his “dramatic flair” to any situation.

Assuming that only one brother would take you up on your proposal, you offered, “My shower’s closer… if you don’t want to risk it.”

Before you could stop him, Mammon was already bounding up the steps to your front door. “Sweet, thanks!” 

Once you were sure the glass door had closed behind him, you glared down at the lollygagging Levi and flicked him on the forehead. 

He clutched his head “Ow! Unhand me, wench! You dare strike me when I’m already wounded?!”

“Thanks for warning me about him,” you grumbled, turning to follow Mammon (before he could steal anything expensive). 

In the nearby distance, you heard Levi mutter as he trudged after you, nursing his forehead: 

“I can’t believe I’ve been betrayed thusly…and by my very own best friend…”

Oh, like he was one to fucking talk.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 

Levi was the last to shower. You had just thrown on pajamas and were hurriedly squeezing your hair dry as Mammon burst through the door to your bedroom.

“Are yer parents around?” Mammon asked, stuffing a handful of honey butter chips in his mouth as he closed the door behind you. “It’s been awhile… I should probably say hi.” 

You should have probably been disgusted by the way he chewed with his mouth open, or the way potato crumbs trickled down his chin. But in your defense, you were thoroughly distracted by the fact that your lifelong crush had just strode into your childhood bedroom, wearing nothing but a bath towel loosely wrapped around his waist.

Your eyes lingered far too long on his washboard abs, and the trail of silver-white fuzz that adorned his v-line. Mammon had always been good-looking, in a boyish way… but in the time since you had been apart, it was clear that he had become a fully-fledged man. 

“You okay, brat?” Mammon’s teasing tone snapped you back to reality. “You’re drooling.”

Heart racing, your hand flew to the corner of your mouth. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire as you moved to wipe the slobber of shame…only to realize there was nothing there. You glared at Mammon as he crunched away smugly. 

“Very funny,” you deadpanned as you threw your dampened hair towel at him. “Lucky for you, my parents went away for the weekend.”

“And left me to babysit?” Mammon teased, catching your towel and draping it suavely over his shoulder. “Hope it’s a paid gig. Wouldn’t want to hang out with you for free.”

You snatched the bag of chips out of his hands, popping one into your mouth. You let the sweet and spicy taste coat your tongue before retorting sarcastically, “They’ll probably cut your pay when they find out you let me bring a boy into my room.”

Mammon raised an eyebrow. “Strict parents, huh?”

You shrugged, crumpling the empty bag of chips and tossing it in the garbage can. “They never let Levi stay over with the door closed… not that they would’ve cared if we did anything. In fact, I think Levi’s their favorite kid.”

“Please,” Mammon snorted. “You were always a parent’s wet dream… a total ‘good girl.’ Makes me sick just thinkin’ about it.”

“A total ‘good girl.’”

Good girl.

Good.

Girl.

Your stomach started doing backflips as you replayed his words in your head, appropriating them in all sorts of lewd contexts. You hoped Mammon didn’t see the way your knuckles turned white as you steadied yourself against your dresser, willing yourself not to faint.

Thankfully, he seemed just as oblivious as ever. Mammon was more focused on looking effortless as he leaned back against the wall, folding his arms across his chest at just the right angle to show off his toned triceps. 

“So… this is your room, huh?” 

Your cheeks warmed in self-awareness as his eyes scanned the pastel pink walls… the horse girl memorabilia… the boy band posters. A faint smile played on the corners of Mammon’s lips as his gaze lingered on the pile of stuffed animals that crowned your bed. 

“Is that where ya hide all yer secrets?” he teased. “Yer diaries… the voodoo dolls with my face on ‘em?”

You shrugged nonchalantly and deadpanned, “I used to have a dartboard with your yearbook photo taped to it, but my parents got rid of it.”

At least now, if Mammon happened to notice that his photo had been cut out of all of your school yearbooks, maybe he wouldn’t question the reason why.

Apart from a slight raise of his eyebrows, Mammon hardly seemed to react. Instead, his attention shifted to your nightstand. Thankfully, it was bare - save for an ancient digital alarm clock and a phone charger. 

“Nothin’ to hide, huh?” Mammon grinned toothily. “Then you won’t mind if I look in here?”

It took every fiber of your being to maintain your composure as Mammon bent forward, the gold chain around his neck dangling in front of his rippling chest muscles. 

The only things you had to hide from him were the thoughts you kept locked inside. 

“Be my guest,” you replied with a shrug.

Smirking, Mammon held eye contact with you as he slid open the top drawer. He rummaged around inside, clearly expecting to find some incriminating evidence - vibrators, condoms, lacy thongs… 

But this wasn’t your first rodeo. Years of living with roommates had taught you never to hide your unmentionables in the first place someone would go looking for them.

“Damn. You’re pretty vanilla, aren’t ya?” 

Mammon bent and squinted at the drawer, as if something humiliating would reveal itself if he only looked closer. But your collection of scented candles, while critical to your mental health, wasn’t exactly salacious gossip.

“...oh?” 

Mammon looked up at you and grinned, like he’d just won the lottery. Then, he pulled out a lonely pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs, lost in the back of your drawer.

He dangled the cuffs from his finger, spinning them playfully. “Jackpot, baby.”

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath. 

Forgot I had those…

The tips of your ears burned with embarrassment. 

“They’re from a Halloween costume,” you blurted - which was a half-truth. 

Back in college, you’d gone to a Halloween party dressed as ‘cardiac arrest’ wearing a pink-and-red heart-printed nightie and carrying that very same pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs… 

You figured Mammon didn’t need to know what you had done with them after the party. And neither, you realized, did Levi - or he’d never let you hear the end of it.

“Okay, you’ve had your fun,” you said, an edge creeping into your voice. “Now give them back.”

As you got on your tiptoes and reached for the cuffs, Mammon, snickering, pulled them just out of reach. “Who says I’ve had my fun? Ya haven’t even tried ‘em on yet!”

You swiped at the air again, only to miss your target once more. Caught off guard, you stumbled forward, holding out your hands to catch yourself - only to find yourself pressed up against Mammon’s bare chest, his gold chain dangling at eye level. 

Your stomach tied itself in knots when you realized that you were close enough to see the leftover beads of shower water clinging to his golden skin. Underneath your palms, you could feel his heartbeat racing. 

Wait... was his heart beating even faster than yours? 

Of course not. That was impossible. 

Unless…?

“Ha! I’ve got ya now!” 

Mammon ruined the moment by playfully wrapping his arms around you and tackling you onto your bed. Now, he was on top of you, holding both your wrists in one of his hands; dangling those fuzzy handcuffs threateningly overhead with the other. 

It wasn’t lost on you that your first love was straddling you in your bed, flipping you around and restraining you like you weighed nothing. 

It also wasn’t lost on you that he was completely naked underneath the thin, thin towel separating you. In fact, the towel seemed to have slipped even lower in the scuffle, revealing a section of the coarse silver hairs that crowned his pelvis.

“Heh,” he teased, “I bet you’ve never tried this one.”

Mammon peered down at you with his ocean-blue eyes twinkling. The longer he looked at you, the more his gaze seemed to soften, as if viewing you in a new light. His lips looked frighteningly plush and inviting, so close you could almost taste them… all you had to do was close your eyes, and lean in… 

You gulped, realizing that you needed to get out of this situation fast - before you could give your feelings away and make a mockery of yourself. 

So, you hooked your foot around Mammon’s ankle and caught him off guard, just long enough to flip him onto his back and snatch the handcuffs from his loosened grip. Now, you were straddling him, with your thighs on either side of his chiseled abs. 

Mammon was easily strong enough to overpower you; to fight back if he wanted to - so clearly some part of him wanted to see where this was headed. Rather than dwell on that fact, you planned to take advantage of it.

You willed yourself not to think about the tautness of his muscles, or how little distance you’d need to close in order to lower yourself on top of his hips and ride…  No, instead you locked one cuff around his wrist, and the other to one of the posts on your headboard.

“Oh, you poor thing,” you retorted, giving the side of his cheek a few pathetic pats. “You thought I would go easy on you.”

Now was probably when you should have gotten off of him; should have gone to the kitchen and rifled through the drawer of takeout menus, leaving Levi to clean up your mess. 

But you were far too weak for that. You lingered a bit longer than you should have; held eye contact a moment too long; didn’t question it when Mammon smiled at you devilishly and ran his free hand up the backs of your thighs. 

“Well, princess?” Mammon taunted. “Now that you’ve got me where ya want me… what are ya gonna do with me, huh?”

Holy shit. Was he actually going to do this?

Before you could wonder, Levi let out a pained screech.

“OH, MY GOD - MY EYES! SOMEBODY BLEACH MY EYES!”

Your cheeks burned at a thousand degrees as you threw yourself off the bed with a shove. Meanwhile, Mammon rolled with laughter - and any urge you may have had to kiss him was replaced with the urge to beat the ever-living hell out of his shit-eating grin.

“Great, look what ya did!” Mammon choked out through tears. “Ya traumatized the poor kid!”

You glared down at your captive prey, still bound to his cage under lock and key. 

“Go ahead, Mammon. Say whatever you want… but just remember…” 

As Levi stood in the corner and faced the wall, hardly concealing his furiously-blushing cheeks, you leaned down and hovered over Mammon’s ear as you whispered, “I’m the only one who knows where the key is.”

You watched his face fall with a smirk as you meaningfully glanced down at the handcuffs trapping him to the bed. Now, it was Levi’s turn to laugh as you spun on your heels and stomped out of the room, feigning confidence as your heart pounded menacingly in your ears.

You may not have given a second thought to walking away, but the thought of Mammon’s hand on your thighs would keep you up at night for a very, very long time.

a/n: I F Y O U L I K E D T H I S, then please message me or leave me an ask (off anon) to be added to the taglist!

[smoft-demons]

MC falls asleep on him

_______

Lucifer:

‘…?!’ Is what Lucifer is thinking as your head drops onto his shoulder.

You had cajoled him into doing some of his constant paperwork in a bigger chair for a change. So there’s room for you to sit next to him! You’re not even demanding his attention, or the spare time that he doesn’t have, you’re being very considerate, you just wanted sit next to him, that’s all, you had promised!

Lucifer caved, because he is very soft for his human—even though he’s loathe to look like it. You were in fact being considerate… so he had brought a stack of relatively low-importance papers out of his office, into the living room.

You were sitting on a couch together, him with his stack of administrative papers and you with a homework assignment. You finished yours quickly, so you ended up playing a game on your DDD as you lean against him.

He checks on you periodically out of the corner of his eye. He’s relaxed though—as relaxed as Lucifer gets. This is peaceful. Meditative, almost. He’s happy. All his brothers are elsewhere, his tasks are not too overwhelming, he gets to have a nice, calming afternoon sitting in companionable silence with his favourite housemate…

A sudden weight falling on him jolts him out of his trance. Your cheekbone thunks against his shoulder. He blinks. Processing.

In quick succession, his brain goes like ‘..?!’ then ‘it is mid-afternoon why are you sleeping’ and ‘have we been overworking our human?’ and ‘aww. MC really does trust me that much.’

He adjusts the way you’re situated so you’re more comfortable as he finishes up the last of his work. When he’s done, he takes a moment to just observe. To appreciate your trust in him. Also, to congratulate himself again for his part in the creation of the exchange program, because it brought you into his life.

(He tries to ignore the stubborn twinge of nostalgic heartache he feels as well. You’re reminding him so much of Belphie, from back when his relationship with him was good. He’d never admit it, but he misses having his babiest brother fall asleep on him like this.)

Lucifer gathers up his papers, then picks you up, being careful not to jostle you too much. Let no one ever say he doesn’t take good care of his human. He carries you to your room to put you to bed. Clearly you need the extra sleep. Or… well, he tries to. You’re holding onto him pretty insistently.

He expects himself to feel irritated, but… no. He can’t help but feel a little smug, actually. It’s cute, you’re cute, you don’t seem to want him to leave you. So… fine. He’ll oblige. For a short break.

(An hour or two later, you’ll wake up to the smells and sounds of dinner being prepared. You’re… not under your blanket? No, you’re covered by Lucifer’s ridiculously long coat. It’s warm, soft. It smells like him. In this moment, it’s impossible to miss how loved you are.)

_______

Mammon:

The first time this happened (in your room, watching movies without any of his brothers for once), Mammon was stunned. He had frozen up, stuttered some nonsense to no one in particular, then quickly slapped his free hand over his mouth as he realized he would wake you if he didn’t immediately chill out.

Now though? You’ve been in his life for a while. He’s your oldest friend here. Those movie nights had become a habit, even though it remained rare to have one with no one else joining in. So this has happened a lot, and he’s gotten used to it. He doesn’t react so outwardly anymore, not unless one of his brothers show up to make fun of him.

If they try it, Mammon is rather aggressive about shushing them. At first, because he hated to be so obvious about how much he cares about you, but now that he’s a bit more used to it, it’s because he doesn’t want them to disturb you. He feels like he’s protecting you by keeping his brothers from waking you up. Sometimes, he’s the one who wakes you up by telling them to shut up just a bit too loudly, or silently gesturing for them to be quiet or go away a little too enthusiastically.

His brothers roast him even more for that. Poor thing.

Time and time again, you pass out on his shoulder. During a movie, mid relaxed hangouts with various groups of the brothers, in the rare times when hanging out solo with Mammon is a relaxing low-energy affair, while studying, during the lunch break at school, even in class sometimes. His heart warms, and he can’t help but smile at the familiar feel of you conked out on his shoulder again. He doesn’t even mind if you snore.

Mammon is usually such a loud, high energy person. Neither you nor him finds anything wrong with that of course, it’s one of many lovable things about him. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like being able to just chill with you sometimes though. It’s nice.

Eventually, he gets familiar enough with this that he’s willing to move you around to get more comfortable. With time, he learns exactly what ways he can move you without disturbing you. So most of the time when you fall asleep on him, you wake up in some other position. Sitting in his lap, lying down with a sleeping Mammon wrapped around you, being carried to another room, propped up against his side in your next class, being hugged like a teddy bear in his room, etc etc.

He never questions why you’re tired. He just lets you pass out on him. He wants you to be in the best possible condition, and he will happily take all the time with you he can get. He takes this to mean that you also want all the time with him that you can get, that you would rather stay with him than go to bed when you’re tired because you would rather not be separated from him. Just like how he feels about you. Why else would he be in your room as often as he is?

You trusting him enough to sleep on him all the time makes him feel like he’s being a good guardian demon, like he’s as precious to you as you are to him.

He’s a fan of all the free cuddles he gets out of this, too.

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Levi:

You’re in Levi’s room with him, set up very comfortably as you’re marathoning an anime together. You’ve been at it for hours though, you’re already a bit sleep deprived, and you’ve seen this one a few times already. You can’t stop yourself from nodding off. Your head drops onto his shoulder.

Levi freaks out.

“afgshrjdxssh—WH-!” He flails. You immediately snap awake again. “You—uhh-!” He shoves you away in a panic, then immediately changes his mind, pulling you back in, then freezes for a moment before letting go of you to flap his hands frantically. “Nonono stay—wait no, you don’t want to—I mean, you don’t have to—I mean, get o—uhh! Um! I mean! S-stay if you want, but I don’t care if you don’t want to—!”

You blink slowly at him a couple times. Trying to parse his contradictory sputtering. You’re tired, you’re not working at full brain power. You figure he means something along the lines of: ‘ooo I’m Levi, I have bad self esteem and I can’t believe you want to touch me, but I want you to, but I can’t say that because I cope with feeling unlovable by acting all tsundere because that way I feel less pathetic, love you though!’

You know. Standard Levi stuff. You love him so much—and you’d be very happy if he started therapy.

For now though, you just grab his arm and pull him closer to you again. You bury your face in his shoulder. This time, it’s unmistakably a deliberate move. Wordlessly telling him that you do in fact love him enough to want to touch him.

It’s like his body just took a screenshot! He keysmashes out loud.

Slowly, he calms down. He puts one hesitant arm around you. You don’t move. He can’t tell if you’re already asleep again or just pretending to be, but either way you seem to be comfortable.

Soon enough, he finds himself smiling like an absolute dork. This… is actually very effective reassurance. He feels all warm and fuzzy and loved. He likes holding you.

It’s reminding him of TSL fluff fics he’s read where absolutely nothing happens except Henry and the Lord of Shadows cuddle. A way for him to experience affection vicariously through a character he relates to and a character he loves, when he really wants hugs himself but can’t have any.

He squeezes you softly as his heart warms. He squishes his cheek against the side of your head.

“I love my Henry..!” Levi mumbles to himself, under his breath. He has no way of knowing if you heard that, which is why he said it out loud. It’ll be a while until he gets the nerve to say it when he knows you can hear.

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Satan:

He is HONOURED, he is OVERJOYED, he is MELTING, he is… very carefully remaining perfectly chill.

It’s the same type of happiness as when a cat decides to sit on you out of nowhere. He’s been chosen!

He is SO happy you trust him so much!

He had been reading, as usual. You had been sitting next to him, as usual. You had gotten tired, and without a moment of hesitation you had buried your face in his shoulder and fallen asleep.

He carefully contains all the joy this gives him, so he doesn’t disturb you. He wraps an arm around you, plants a soft kiss on your head, and goes right back to reading.

If you sleep fitfully, he’ll stroke your hair to soothe you.

When you wake up, he’ll ask if you had a nice nap. He won’t make any moves to make you get off him. If you choose to anyway, he won’t react outwardly, because he doesn’t want to discourage you falling asleep on him again. He wants this to happen lots more! So he’ll just smile at you and go back to his book.

But if you don’t choose to leave, he’ll shift you entirely into his lap to make you both more comfortable. He can hug you properly like this. If he’s sure you’ll be comfortable with it, he’ll kiss your forehead before going back to his book. He’s very happy to keep you there.

_______

Asmo:

Predictably, Asmo’s gonna take ALL the pictures of this!

A few in which he doesn’t look at the camera, as if they were candid shots. Some where he’s posing cutely, a couple where he’s kissing your head, a bunch of various angles of your sleeping face. What can he say, he thinks the way your cheek squishes against his collarbone is just precious.

A bit less predictably, he posts none on devilgram. No, these are just for him.

…maybe the best ones are for the group chat. He’s gotta show off his cute human to someone, it may as well be to his brothers. They’ll appreciate you properly. He’ll share after you’ve woken up, though. He doesn’t want anyone barging in to disturb you.

He’ll share the pictures with you as well if you ask, of course! What he will NOT do, however, is risk you deleting them! He’ll back them up first. He’ll store them in a hidden album if you’re shy about them, but he’s not deleting them!

Well, unless you’re genuinely uncomfortable. Then, okay fine. But please let him keep at least one? You’re so cute!

He’ll be more affectionate over the following days. Trying to be next to you all the time, inviting you to his room at every opportunity, pulling you to sit next to him. All because he hopes you’ll fall asleep on him again. Or just lean on him like that, and let him cuddle you. Please, he’d be SO happy!

_______

Beel:

Beel is so used to this behaviour. Belphie falls asleep on him all the time. He’d be the most chill about it.

As if it’s routine, he’ll secure you in your position with his arm, so you can’t fall and get hurt. He’ll rub your back and hum softly to you to help you relax if you don’t seem to be sleeping well. Beel is warm and soft and big and comfy, like the giant teddy bear he is at heart. He’s considerate and gentle. He’s always really sweet to you, and that doesn’t change one bit even when you’re unconscious.

When he inevitably gets too hungry to stay where he is, he’ll just take you to the kitchen with him. It’s no problem, he does this with Belphie all the time. It doesn’t matter how much you weigh, Beel can carry you easily. He thinks nothing of it.

He can cook one handed too if he needs to. He’s got practice—also because of Belphie. He’s chilling, he’s comfortable, there’s nothing unusual about this at all to him.

If the kitchen noises wake you up, he’ll apologize and share his food with you. He’ll tell you outright that he’s happy to let you use him as a pillow whenever you want.

(Also, he makes a mental note to drop you off with Belphie instead of bringing you along to the kitchen and risking waking you up again next time)

If it doesn’t wake you up, no problem! That’s what he expected. He just carries you around as he does what he needs to do around the house. He’ll put you to bed properly if he needs to go outside of course, but otherwise he’s bringing you with him.

When you wake up, he’ll put you down if you somehow indicate that’s what you want. If you don’t though, he just… won’t. He likes holding you. He’d do it so often if he thought you’d like him to.

_______

Belphie:

…Welp. The table has turned, hasn’t it.

People don’t fall asleep on Belphie while he’s awake too often! He’s not usually conscious to experience this! He likes it though. He thinks you’re being so cute.

9 times out of 10, Belphie will take this as his cue to cuddle up to you and join you in sleep. He can always be tempted into a nap. He’d make sure this the comfiest, nicest, most restful nap you’ve ever taken. He’d make sure you feel so safe and loved. You will NOT be disturbed on his watch.

On the rare tenth time, when Belphie isn’t tired, he might whine about being trapped. When one of his brothers points out that he can move you very easily, he glares at them. He maintains that it’s illegal to move when you’ve been chosen as someone’s pillow. When it’s pointed out that he’s perfectly capable of waking you if he really wants to get up, he looks affronted. He would NOT do that, he says. Do they think he’s completely heartless, he asks.

Well. He wouldn’t do that unless he’s feeling particularly bratty. He’d totally do it to any of his brothers… but he’s soft with you. He loves you. Be so for real, do you think he’d really ever pass up an opportunity to cuddle you? No way. He can go shopping later.

He won’t tell you that though. He’ll bitch about it to your face, complaining until you agree to go shopping with him next time, all the while refusing to let go of you.

He already was not hesitating to fall asleep on you, but he somehow gets more shameless and constant about it. Since you’re doing it too, it’s your thing now. You’d be a hypocrite to complain now.

Yeah, he couldn’t be happier about this. Please sleep on him all the time. Enable him even more! He’ll make sure you won’t regret it.

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

Hello! May I request Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos with an MC who had a crush on Barbatos, but hides it? Not very well, like you could tell they like him but they want to stay civil just in case Barbatos doesn’t like them back, that kind of thing.

If not that’s completely fine! Thank you!

Hello! Here is your request. I hope you enjoy it.

Summary: Lucifer's, Diavolo's and Barbatos' reactions to MC having a crush on Barbatos

Contains: Fluff

GN! reader

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The fantastic tree Vs MC's attraction to butlers

You tried to be composed. Tried was the keyword, but your cheeks warmed whenever Barbatos looked your way, and your pulse sped up when he came close. The others noticed these tell-tale signs, though you hoped you were subtle. The situation could be… a bit embarrassing, after all. What if Barbatos didn’t feel the same way?

Lucifer:

Lucifer wasn’t blind. He had noticed how your gaze lingered a little too long on Barbatos or the way you’d fluster slightly when the butler was around. In classic Lucifer style, he remained outwardly neutral, but deep down, he found it rather amusing. In his mind, he didn’t doubt that Barbatos was aware of it, too. After all, nothing escaped Barbatos's attention.

One day, Lucifer decided to tease you a bit. “You seem a little… off today. Is there something on your mind?” His voice was even, yet there was a glint in his eyes.

Your cheeks colored instantly. “Oh, no! Just… thinking about, uh, some things,” you stammered, averting your eyes.

“Is that so?” Lucifer’s lips curved slightly as he leaned back, looking amused. “I imagine some things can be quite distracting.” He let the words linger just enough to make you glance nervously in Barbatos's direction. Lucifer’s smirk only deepened.

Diavolo:

Diavolo was nothing short of delighted by the entire situation. He’d picked up on your bashful glances early on and found it charming. For him, it was a rare source of entertainment in an otherwise regimented day of royal duties. Diavolo had a soft spot for you, and a little innocent teasing wouldn’t hurt.

One day, as you all gathered for tea, Diavolo nudged you with a knowing grin. “You always seem so polite around Barbatos,” he said warmly. “It’s sweet how you hold him in such high regard.”

Your face turned red as you tried to laugh it off, saying, “Oh, well, Barbatos is… He’s… a remarkable butler.” You fumbled with your words as Diavolo chuckled. “Indeed, he is.”

He looked to Barbatos, hoping his loyal friend might catch on, but Barbatos maintained his usual serene expression. Still, Diavolo was certain Barbatos wasn’t unaware of your little crush.

Barbatos:

Barbatos had indeed noticed. He was too perceptive not to. The subtle hints in your body language, the occasional stammer, or the way your gaze lingered before you quickly looked away—it didn’t take long for him to catch on.

Barbatos respected your desire to stay composed and civil, and he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. But he couldn’t deny he was somewhat intrigued. He found your earnestness endearing, and perhaps he even felt a hint of warmth himself.

One day, as you were in the kitchen together, you almost dropped a tray when Barbatos leaned in to help you with the teapot. He gave you a gentle smile. “Do be careful. I would hate to see you hurt yourself.”

The way he looked at you made your heart skip a beat, but you tried to nod coolly. “Of course, Barbatos. Thank you.” You barely managed to get the words out.

Barbatos’s calm, kind smile lingered as he took in your flustered expression. He spoke in his soft voice, “It’s always a pleasure working with someone so… attentive.” His words were vague but held a subtle hint that made your cheeks flush even deeper.

Later that day…

Lucifer and Diavolo exchanged a knowing glance. Diavolo chuckled and leaned toward Lucifer. “I have to admit, this situation is more entertaining than I expected.”

Lucifer smirked. “Indeed. Though I suspect Barbatos will handle it with his usual grace.”

Diavolo nodded, watching your attempts to avoid Barbatos’s gaze with growing amusement. “Let’s just say, I think we’ll see some interesting developments very soon.”

---

Barbatos, meanwhile, simply observed you from across the room, an almost imperceptible smile on his face. He had all the time in the world, and he was more than willing to see where this went.

[babiigirly]

cw: season 3 spoilers, marriage, kids, not proof read and probably has a ton of grammatical errors because i am currently fighting sleepiness as i am writing this

Diavolo grew up without ever hearing the voice of his own mother?

His father neglected him and was overly strict with him, leaving him unsure if it was because he was next to the throne or if it was because his birth took the life of his wife?

And growing up isolated from everyone in the outside world and being a stranger to his world's nature?

Being forced to take a huge responsibility upon his shoulders despite not yet being king?

Always trying to make sure he makes the right and perfect choices and decisions to ensure everyone's safety, but still questions his worthiness to the throne? And many more happening?

All of that until he met you. He felt comfortable and secure with you around. He was in peace and at rest whenever you were there. At first, he thought it was only a feeling of friendship. Until it grew and grew and grew, and the next thing he knows, he wants to marry you, to be with you forever.

If you two ever do get married and have a child or children, he would always do his best to be an amazing and adventurous dad to them. He would be the dad he never had.

He would never pressure them about trying to be the perfect future ruler of the Devildom. He would even encourage them to make friends with their peers.

He would take them out to safe-for-children places in the Devildom and even bring them to your world, the human realm, and perhaps meet their grandparents (your parents) who are maybe aware that you married a demon king and had children with him, depends on what you two decided on.

He wants to be your everything. Best husband, best dad.

[angxlofvenus]

Hii! I saw your requests were open and I thought I'd give you a hc/fic idea:

The brothers (or whoever you'd like to write for) reacting to Mc using their shampoo/ soap in the shower for whatever reason ^^

I hope this makes sense to you lol, anyways I hope you're having a wonderful day/night, don't push yourself too hard, and drink water!! You can also take any creative liberties you seem fit, or if you decide you don't want to write it I won't be offended ^^

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Thank you so much for the request!! This is absolutely adorable, I hope everything is to your liking, Have a great rest of your day/night !! Genre: fluff Ship: Reader x brothers + Diavolo (individual headcanons) TW: clingy demons, minimal cussing, no use of readers' pronouns, second-person pov

When You Use Their Shampoo

Stepping into the shower, You were greeted with the nice hot/cool water raining from above, Going to start your routine, You reached for your shampoo bottle only to find it empty! Looking around you spotted his shampoo and conditioner, surely he wouldn’t mind… right?

Lucifer

100% smells it on you no matter how little you used

Won’t tease you in public but as soon as ya’ll are alone? Ho ho, he’ll never shut up about it

Smug, the definition of smug

You had to go and inflate the ego of The Lord of Pride even more

Very possessive afterwards

Congrats, You know have a scary guard dog demon!

Mammon

He probably wouldn’t even really notice at first

He’d probably compliment how good you smell, Then would slowly realize…

Great, Now he's yelling gibberish while his face slowly gets redder and redder

“You’re gonna give me a heart attack, don’t do that to me!” But will become very clingy

If you say his shampoo smells good, he may lose his mind.

“Well of course ya wanted to smell Like the great Mammon!” 

Levi

Poor awkward nerd

He never saw this coming

I think he would realize you used his shampoo but won’t say anything

Flustered to the max

You have broken him

Levi.404 has stopped working, please reset.

After like the third day, You’re gonna have to bring it up

Secretly really likes it, Won’t tell you that though

Satan

I think he is very picky about scents so he knows as soon as you walk into the room

A little bit of a tease, asking if you were trying out a new shampoo

Smug 2.0 

He would tease you a little bit around the others but not bad

He would flood you with compliments, You using his shampoo would make him very lovey-dovey

Expect him to ask for ya’ll to just use the same stuff from now on

Asmo

Oh honey, he knows.

He knew before you even got out of the shower.

But that doesn't mean he's any less excited!

Better plug your ears because he will let out the loudest squeal known to mankind

Seriously, Lucifer may come and check on ya’ll helicopter mom

Asks what you do and don’t like about it

He just wants you to feel as fantastic as he does when using it

Everyone will know you used his shampoo, He brings it up in every conversation

Would also 100% ask you to use his bath products 24/7

Beel

Now Beel has never been really into insane products like Asmo or Luci

So he may not really recognize it at first

If you decide to tell him, This man will become a happy demon puddle

He’ll give you a big smile and tell you you’re free to use any of his stuff at anytime

We don’t deserve Beel

Will bury his face into your hair and just stay there

Takes you out to Hell’s kitchen that night just because he loves you so much

Belphie

Oh this little shit

Tease! He won’t quit bragging!!

Smug 3.0

Such a brat about it too, He won’t let anybody near you, Well of course he’d let Beel, but who wouldn't?

He has practically locked you up in the attic with him

Why go outside when ya’ll can cuddle? 

Diavolo

Has really expensive products 

He may even have a custom scent

If so, He’ll know instantly that you’ve used his shampoo

He’ll bring it up with a large grin on his face

When you confirm his suspicions, he’ll just laugh

He’s so happy ya’ll are close enough to share things like that, You have no idea!

He may make a sly comment to Barbatos or Lucifer just because he’s a little possessive

Will follow you around like a lost puppy, Now Barbatos is mad at you because even less of his work is done

He can’t help it! He just loves you!

Will be the third on my list to offer ya’ll to just share bath products

[lemon-glaze]

christmas gifts. | obey me diavolo x gn reader | drabble

You hurried inside Diavolo's office, barreling past and knocking down an innocent Little D who shouted a small "hey!" on the way out.

Diavolo quickly met you by your side, taken aback by your urgency.

"Sorry, sorry Dia!" You kneeled over gasping, trying to catch your breath. "I can't believe I lost track of time while shopping, I didn't think I'd be late," you took another deep breath and turned to him.

"I spent all day looking for the perfect gift for you and, well, it seems like you just have everything and..." you trailed off.

"It's quite alright—" Diavolo's hand reached out but before he could pat you, you moved and threw your hand in the air, cutting him off.

"In the end I couldn't even find anything, I really am so sorry Dia. I don't know how I can- "

"All I care about is presence, you know."

You froze. You knew you were at fault, but hearing those words made your heart drop.

Diavolo furrowed his brows at your reaction and then let out a small chuckle.

"Presence, not presents."

"Oh!" you looked away sheepishly, ashamed to have taken it the wrong way. You should've known he didn't mean what you thought you heard.

He shook his head and let out a small chuckle again before taking your hand and softly kissing the back of it.

"Growing up the way I have, it is truly the gift I desire most—" He flipped your hand over and placed another soft kiss, this time in the palm of your hand.

"— Especially from you. Lets just enjoy the rest of the night together, hm?" ✩