#sad mammon

[mihiigonscepaternampeccavi]

It should’ve been me.

Very short—

Mammon angst/fluff lmao this is old? I only finished it now

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“MAMMON HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!?! ACTUALLY NO! WHY DID I EVER TRUST YOU! YOU LYING SCUM!” Levi screamed relentlessly, the others glaring, some joined in.

“Leviathan, stop, I’ll punish him myself.” Lucifer said, disgusted as he looks at Mammon.

“No, he needs to know! That he doesn’t deserve to live! That- Levi screamed, “LEVIATHAN ENOUGH!” Lucifer bellowed yet Levi disobeyed.

Mammon looked at him, dead in the eye his hands shaking, his eyes glassy and red.

“YOU SHOULD’VE— “Shoulda died instead of Lilith.” Mammon muttered yet everyone heard.

Silence followed and all that was heard, were Mammon’s breathless pants.

“Mammon, don’t say that… it’s not funny.” Beel whispered tears forming in his eyes. “Why?! Because i’s true? ‘S it hurting ya?!” Mammon shouted his tears flowing freely, his grin wide and delirious.

“Don’t speak to Beel that way.” Belphie snarled embracing Beel protectively. “Why shouldn’ I? Ya guys do it allll the time, I should at least get that, right?!” Mammon laughed,

“But o’ course I don’, ‘M jus some scum of the Devildom who decided ta take care for yall! I don’ matter to any of ya so none of ya matter to me.”

“Mammon.” Lucifer glared yet inside his heart ached.

“What? Ya gonna hang me from the ceiling or are ya gonna copy Michael and lock me in a small room without food for months? Cause yer jus’ like ‘im!” Mammon howled and ripped off his shirt.

“Ya wanna know where I got these from?! Ya wanna know why my secondary win’s never sprouted?!! Cause o’ ‘im! Cause o’ Michael!”

“Ya know what? wish I stayed with Michael!!! If I did maybe I wouldn’ be stuck in this hellhole with y’a bastards!!!” He ran. Ran out of the house, slamming the door.

Vowing to never step inside the house of lamentation ever again.

He kept that promise, since from that day on the avatar of greed was reported to have been taken away, up in the sky. Away from the pain. Michael reformed and was forever making it up to Mammon. Perhaps it wasn’t all so bad for the newly appointed Angel of generosity.

[autumn3l3ctr0swings]

This is so yummy and I’m tearing up omgg

Only Love Can Hurt Like This.

Lol hi, I just made this cuz I was feeling angsty, so have som DiaMon angst.

No part 2, cuz I'm too lazy, so interpret the aftermath however you like.

Anyways, enjoy!

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Mammon had never felt love like this before, in fact, he never thought he'd ever experience such a thing in his whole life. All the love he’s ever felt were all platonic and familial, but even those types of love never lasted long for him, always seeming to leave him when he least expected it.

Maybe that’s why he's hanging on to Diavolo, the only one that’s willing to love him for who he is, the only person who wants him and his entire being. The greed in him hanging on to the love Diavolo is giving him, wanting more each second. 

But, like all relationships, there’s bumps that’s bound to appear.

— — — — — — — — — — —

“I don’t get why ya would say that?!” Mammon retorts, anger clear on his face. His voice is hard like steel as he’s in front of Diavolo.

Diavolo sighs towards Mammon. “I understand why you are mad, Love, but there was no reason for you to act out during dinner.” He reasons.

Mammon seethes, his sapphire eyes glowing in anger. “Don’tcha fucking ‘Love’ me! I had every reason to be angry at ya!” He exclaims out.

“Mammon, that was no reason for you to be disrespectful to journalists during the party.” Diavolo says, his eyes stern.

A laugh of disbelief leaves Mammon’s lips. “Are ya fucking kidding me? Those vultures asked if ya and Lucifer were dating, a fucking rumour that has been around for centuries!” Mammon exclaims out.

The white haired male takes a step towards the demon prince, making sure to keep eye contact. “And ya know what ya did? Fucking confirmed the rumours! Ya fucking confirmed ya were dating my brother when the truth is, it’s ME yer dating!”  Mammon seethes.

Mammon remembers the happenings that occurred just an hour ago. It was an event, where all the nobles of Devildom were invited for the evening, a dinner for the demons with titles, and a party with outfits that don’t feel comfortable at all.

Naturally, he and his brothers were invited, since they are the Seven Avatars of Devildom. When they arrived at the castle, it was just every fancy gathering they’ve been to for the past millenniums they’ve been in Devildom.

It was like a routine at this point, they mingled, walked around, greeted anyone who would start a conversation, and just be there for the sake of it. Mammon didn’t really care for the pish posh talks with the other demons, and just sat on his seat as he sipped on his demonus.

When his secret boyfriend, Diavolo, name’s was announced, he got excited, because that would mean that after his boyfriend’s small talk and greetings to his guest, the both of them would sneak towards the royal garden. Where they would enjoy each other’s company until the party was over.

He’s surprised no one knows of their relationship due to them sneaking around together all the time, well, except for his brothers and obviously Barbatos. But other than that, no one seemed suspicious about them.

His plans for the rest of the night were tossed out the window, when a couple of journalists who were invited to the party started asking questions to the demon prince. Mammon didn’t really pay attention to journalists, but he perked up when one of them asked his boyfriend if the rumors of Lucifer, Avatar of Pride, dating the demon prince were true. 

That rumor was hot gossip for the past few centuries, and Mammon knows that his older brother never liked Diavolo like that. In fact, Lucifer was in love with Simeon, and Mammon was the one who helped them get their shit together. 

That’s why, when Diavolo blurted out a ‘yes’, Mammon was seething in rage. His rage was so noticeable that Satan and Beel had to calm him down, but it was futile. He was going to rip the demon prince a new hole.

And that’s how they ended up here, in Diavolo’s quarters. Mammon is ready to break every piece of furniture in this room, just to ease his anger

Diavolo has the shame to look guilty, good, because he would’ve raged if he didn’t have an ounce of guilt for saying such bullshit.

“I apologize. I shouldn't have confirmed the rumors about me and Lucifer.” Diavolo says, his arms trying to capture Mammon in a hug, but the other male takes a step away.

“No, ya don’t get to hug me and think that’ll fucking fix it. Everyone in devildom would know it’s Lucifer yer dating and not me! Just why the fuck would ya say ‘yes’?!” Mammon yells, hurt clear in his eyes.

“I was stressed from the paperwork and my brain was not functioning properly, the journalists were already adding more stress and I was trying to end the conversation with short answers. I seem to have not been paying close attention to what they were saying and accidentally blurted out ‘yes’ to the rumors.” Diavolo quickly explains, guilt clear on his face.

Diavolo takes a small step towards Mammon. “I’ll tell them that I made a mistake when answering them and tell them that Lucifer is not my lover.” He says softly.

Mammon bites his bottom lip, eyebrows scrunched together. “Are ya gonna tell them about us? Tell them about the secret relationship we’ve had for the past few millenniums?” 

“Yes.” Diavolo immediately confirms. “It’s time they know who I really love.” He says softly, cupping Mammon’s cheek. 

Mammon doesn’t look at Diavolo. “I get why ya wanna keep our relationships a secret, but I don’t think I want them to know.” He whispers. 

“Why not? Sure, I may have wanted you all for myself, but I know how much you want to go on public dates. This is the perfect time to tell them.” Diavolo says, taking Mammon’s hands into his. 

The shorter male shakes his head side by side. “If they know it’s me yer dating I’ll be a fucking laughingstock.” He says, taking a step back, removing his hands from Diavolo’s grasp.

Diavolo can feel his heart sink, knowing where Mammon is going with this. He takes a step towards Mammon, but the white haired male raises a hand to stop him. 

Mammon looks up at Diavolo sadly. “I’m already seen as a fool by everyone, if they find out that my boyfriend said ‘yes’ to the rumor everyone is dying to know about. They’ll rip me apart, saying shit that ya actually want Lucifer and not me.”

“They’d paint me as a clown, a fucking goldigger who wants ya for yer riches.” Mammon explains, his voice shaking. “I don’t think I can handle that, Dia.”

Diavolo swallows thickly, eyebrows drawn together. “What are you saying, Love?” He asks softly. 

Mammon shakily lets out a breath. “I’m breaking up with ya.” He states.

The white haired male tightly clutches at his sleeves, a way of keeping himself together. “I-I can’t do this anymore. I love ya, I really do.” Mammon says, eyes starting to burn for the oncoming tears. 

Diavolo tries to take Mammon into his arms, but Mammon takes a step away. “Mammon—Love, we can make this work. Please let’s make this work, let’s talk.” He pleads, his eyes starting to burn as well. 

Mammon lets out a shaky laugh, not an ounce of humor was clear in it. “I don’t think we should.” He says, continuing their eye contact. “Not when ya don’t love me like ya used to.” 

Hearing that, Diavolo freezes. Confusion clear on his face as he looks at Mammon. “Wha-? I-I don’t understand. Why do you think I don’t love you like I always have? My love for you has never faded once.” He says, desperately.

“I have eyes, Dia.” Mammon says softly. “I don’t doubt how much ya loved me for the first few millenniums, but I could see ya started to love me less.” He whispers.

Mammon lets out a wet laugh, his tears starting to fall. “I wanted to keep ya to myself, for ya to only want me and only me. That may be my greed talking, but ya were the only good thing that happened when I arrived in Devildom.” He says, throat thick with tears.

“I see how ya look at Lucifer.” Mammon states, hurt clear on his glassy sapphire eyes. “I didn’t want to believe it, but ya started to keep looking for Lucifer everytime ya enter a room. I couldn’t just not see that.”

Mammon bites his lip in a way to stop himself from sobbing, but it doesn’t stop the endless stream of tears that keeps flowing. “I knew that one day, ya’d toss me aside, too, like my brothers. But, I didn’t wanna believe it.”

A sob leaves Mammon’s lips. “I deluded myself into thinking that maybe, yer gonna be the first one who’d stay and be the one who actually wants me.” A broken laugh leaves his lips. “I was stupid for asking too much. 

Diavolo tries to say something in his state of shock and realization, but Mammon starts walking away from him and opens the door to his office. The white haired male looks over his shoulder, his pretty sapphire eyes looking straight towards him. And there’s only one thought Diavolo had:

‘Why would I ever look for another, when I had you?’

A sad smile appears on Mammon’s lips. “Thanks for loving me in a way no one could, Dia. Ya really made me happy.” He whispers as he leaves the room and closes the door.

The sound of the door being shut was the last thing Diavolo heard as he stood there, grieving the most precious thing he had just lost.

[devildomwriter]

Mammon x MC Energy

[drama-glob]

Although Fizz having a panic attack and saying he feels worthless if he doesn't have his fame/the contract with Mammon is absolutely heartbreaking, the amount of time Fizz brushes off or rejects Ozzie touching him makes the scene all the sadder to me. ;_; With each one, you can see Ozzie looking more and more concerned and with physical touch being a big part of their relationship and comforting one another (since as far as we've learned, Fizz's prosthetics can't feel and that's why they do so many forehead touches and nuzzles), to see Fizz push Ozzie away when he's trying to find out what's wrong, offer comfort and show he's there for Fizz, it breaks my heart too. ;_; ;_; ;_; I know Fizz didn't want to admit there was a problem or the real reason why he needed to win the competition and that pressing someone in distress doesn't always help, especially if it's something they're not ready to talk about, but Fizz was clearing doing more harm than good to himself here by keeping it bottled up along with the constant pressure and worry to be perfect. ;_; ;_; ;_;

I wouldn't be surprised if that's the main reason why Ozzie takes it slow before he tries the final time to offer comfort to Fizz, so as to first give Fizz the verbal reassurance that he is an amazing performer and that Ozzie truly does loves him in order for him to hopefully accept it. <3<3<3<3

[5mary5]

I need to see the obey me characters dealing with a socially anxious mc that gets anxiety attacks when meeting new people or when going to new places in order to soothe the sadness within me right now

[sweetbrier2908]

you never say "i love you" but it almost slips out of your mouth sometimes

nightbringer timeline, angst, gn!mc, no proofread

you never say "i love you".

you can't.

to them.

it almost slips out of your mouth sometimes.

like when lucifer gives you a kiss on the forehead while saying goodbye to you at the front door.

like when mammon drags you to his bed after a long long day and gosh, his hug is a little too familiar for you to not push him away and cruelly tell him that you have to go home, this is not your home.

like when levi shows you his newest merch with a sparkling eyes and you just sit here watching him screaming non-stop about how hard to get this merch and how much he wants you to be the first one to see it.

like when you and satan wander around the town and he introduces you to every stray cat you two meet on the way with such an enthusiastic and loving voice and it never fail to surprise you how quick he gets along with all the cats.

like when asmo takes you out for shopping and keeps holding your hand like he was scared that you're going to get lost, i am much more familiar with devildom than you, you tease. but i can't risk losing my favorite jewel in the crowds, can i?, he replies when intertwining his fingers with yours.

like when beel tries to restrain his hunger just to save you the last bite of his favourite dessert and happily splits it into two only after you reassure him that you're not hungry, but still, he wants to share it with you.

like when belphie asks you to watch the astronomy show with him and falls asleep half way and uses your laps as his pillow while you're caressing his hair.

like all the damn time they whisper "i love you" to you.

do you love them? even it's a different timeline, even when you don't belong here, even maybe that they're not your demons? you love them.

but you can't say that. you can't say that when you are going to leave them sooner or later. you can't say that when you only accepted to be their attendant and spend time with them in order for you to return to your world. you can't say that when you know all too well that they're going to get mad, they're going to lock you and maybe kill you because the only thing that you did up until now is using them and hurting them. you can't.

because there are the demons who desperately waiting for you to come back to them as much as you desperately waiting for time to come back.

because you love the demons in your own world a little too much for you to say that you love any different version of them.

because maybe you love those demons whose voices and faces and personalities are so familiar that you don't want them to dive deeper in this.

because you're going to hurt them again and again until their hearts bleeding and their souls dead.

so you can't say "i love you".

but it almost slips out of your mouth sometimes.

[astaroth1357]

Don't mind me, just my mind living happily in Lesson 32 for the next some odd weeks.

[lowekey-art]

The one soul that remains out of reach…

[in-asterism]

"strongest sky"

[classic-snake]

do you think our guys are aware of how much we rip into them, absolutely flame them, clown on them, for dressing most ugly clothes ever, RIP THEM OFF NOW!!!!!!! Ugly . like. they have this thing amongst them 'did we pass. did we pass the test. did we pass MC's test' and either they are so happy for some days or week(s) if they did indeed '''''pass'''' or so crushed after they learned they have """failed""", feeling like they failed MC, head in hands. that long suffering sigh of a pet

[cobwebbedcat]

Slutweed 

MINORS DNI 

Warnings: top dom(ish) amab gn reader, sub bottom trans male Mammon, puppy play, piss!, weed/drug use, anal, daddy kink, light breeding kink, mams goes nonverbal for a hot sec 

Terms used for mammon: tits, chest, pussy, cunt, clit, reader talks about his womb 

"I have'ta pee."  

"Okay? Go then?" You're not sure what the big deal is, or why Mammon is sharing this information with you.  

If you were sober you’d catch the underlying attempt at an invitation that seeps through his tone, if you were sober you’d actually witness the way he batted his eyelashes at you while he said it. You’re not sober, but you’re not as far gone as he is. Just gone enough to be thoroughly entertained and entranced with Mammon’s hand. His brows furrow at your response.  

"Yeah okay,” he huffs, yanking his hand away from you and getting out of the bed. He hesitates, “s’not like I want you there, or anything, but if you wanna come,” he pauses for a definitive moment, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, “if you wanna come, you can.” Now that he’s better verbalized that he so obviously wants you to join him—despite his claims not to—you catch his drift. You’ll never give up the chance to watch him piss.  

"Cute," you hum, and hoist yourself out of the bed and take his hand in yours once again. The two of you walk to the bathroom connected to his room, and sooner than later he's standing in front of the toilet. He finally lets go of your hand in favor of shimmying out of his sweatpants. You watch, confusion slowly building as he kicks his pants fully off and stands in front of the toilet.  

"Aren't you going to sit?" You finally ask, and Mammon blinks before laughing. 

"Fuck. Forgot I don't have a dick," he explains. You bark out a laugh, and Mammon flushes, beginning to pout now that you’re laughing along with him. 

"I mean,” you recover your composure much quicker than you’d thought was possible for you right now, “there is a way for you to piss standing up.” 

Mammon squints at you, trying to figure out what you’re insinuating. You can practically hear him thinking; just when you’re about to tell him exactly what you mean, his eyes widen and he licks his lips.  

"Yeah," he breathes your name, "please, I wanna," and he doesn't even have to beg, but it sure does add to the warmth that’s been slowly growing in your loins ever since Mammon invited you to the bathroom with him.  

You lead a pantless, very excited Mammon back to his room, and take out the pee pad you have. Considering how things normally play out when he uses the pee pad, you pocket some lube for good measure.  

You set it up on the floor for him and Mammon's breathing quickens as he eagerly stands atop it.  

He worldlessly reaches out to hold your hand, and you let him take it.  

"Gonna pee here for me, little puppy?" You ask softly. Mammon whines at your words, again shifting from leg to leg, out of eagerness or a full bladder you can't tell.  

It only takes a moment and then he starts to relieve himself, completely wetting his inner thighs as a puddle forms beneath him. Mammon looks down, watching himself with glazed over eyes. Your cock twitches in your pants, your thoughts racing with imagining eating him out after this, or making him sit in his mess.  

Mammon eventually steps his legs open and reaches down with his free hand, spreading his pussy open so his stream flows uninterrupted onto the pad.  

Letting go of his hand, you step behind him, holding onto his hips and rubbing your cock against his ass as you watch over his shoulder. Mammon's legs shake a bit, and then he's grinding back against you as his stream dies down.  

“Want me to fuck you?” you ask softly, bringing your hands from his hips to his chest, squeezing his tits and rolling his slowly hardening nipples under your thumbs. 

“Yeah,” Mammon breathes, “in my ass.” 

"Seriously?" you ask, feeling your cock throb at his words. You know better to question him, it always makes him doubt himself.  

“No. Or I mean yeah, only if you wanna. Y’don’t have to,” he mumbles, “but if you wanted to, ‘m already clean.” You don't need to be told twice.  

“Shit puppy, I’ll fuck your ass.” 

Mammon practically falls to his hands and knees, at that. You know, at best, he’s actively turned on by the fact that he’s sitting in his own puddle of piss, at worst he is clearly unbothered by it. He raises his ass enticing—inviting you to touch him.  

You’re a bit clumsy with getting out of your pants, but who could blame you, with him looking so good in front of you. Settling between his legs, you keep the lube you’d grabbed earlier within reaching distance. You place your hands on Mammon’s ass and he whines, arching into your touch. Blood rushes to your cock; you feel lightheaded as you spread his cheeks and reveal his hole to you.  

“You-” you pause, letting a finger circle his hole. Cotton mouth is getting to you, and you audibly swallow before continuing. “You prepped yourself already?” 

“Lil’ bit, need more,” he hums softly, wiggling his hips. Despite feeling like your mouth is dry, you manage to gather a glob of saliva in your mouth and promptly spit it on his entrance.  

You won’t use your spit as lube, you do it just because it’s filthy, because you can, and because Mammon keens—high and long—when you rub your spit against and into his hole. You’re aching to be inside of him.  

“Fuck-- fuckin’ come on,” he begs, his voice cracking and straining with need. You spank him, quick and sharp; his back arches further as he melts into the pad.  

“Calm down pup” you chide, grabbing the lube nearby and coating your fingers in it. “Gonna have to muzzle you if you keep rushing me,” you think about that, gagging him with something, but you know you’ll want to hear whatever mindless babbles will fall from his lips once you start fucking him.  

Mammon doesn’t say anything, just moans when you ever-so-slowly sink your finger into his ass. It must be agonizing for him, to hold himself up on his hands and knees, to lay in his own piss, to be as wet as he is right now (thoroughly drenched), and to be opened up so carefully and slowly.  

You rub your finger against his insides, then press in another finger slowly. Mammon takes it like a champ, twitching and squeezing around your digits as he humps his hips back against your hand.  

“Greedy little thing,” you groan. Mammon giggles but it’s cut off when you curl your fingers.  

“Oh, ’m just,” he hiccups, “I need it daddy, I need ya, need your cock—shit!” He gasps when you take your free hand and spank his ass. His hole clenches like a vice around you. Your cock throbs.  

Your patience is running thin, but you make him wait just a bit longer, scissoring your fingers open, feeling him loosen up for you. 

“Gotta grab a condom,” you mutter, easing your fingers out of him ever so slowly. Mammon whines, but doesn’t protest more than that. He knows better.  

Standing on shaky legs, you stumble to the bedside table, grabbing a condom before making yourself comfortable once again behind him. u

Mammon’s busied himself by pressing his face into his mess, lazily licking at his piss, a hand between his legs slowly circling his fingers around his hard clit.  

You watch him for a moment, your cock leaking pre and twitching at the sight of him, while you try your best to open the condom with shaky, sticky fingers.  

Once you’ve got it on, you slick yourself with lube, and drape yourself over Mammon’s body.  

He pulls his head up, licking his lips, then mumbling something.  

“What was that, pup?” you ask, pressing the head of your cock against his hole. 

“Want ya—” he huffs, averting eye contact, “want ya t’mount me, daddy.” Involuntarily, your hips jerk forward, and your cockhead ruts against his hole.  

“God damn,” you hiss, taking yourself into your hand, “relax,” you say, unsure if it’s for yourself or Mammon to hear.   

Ever so slowly, you press yourself into him. He gasps and moans, shuddering from the intensity of the sensation and stretch.  

“Fuck, puppy,” you moan, feeling breathless and close already. “Taking daddy’s cock so well, baby. Feel so fucking good,” Mammon whines at your words, still playing with his clit. 

“Full,” you hear him mumble. You rock your hips, gently starting to fuck him into the pee pad. “Oh,” Mammon gasps.  

“Feelin’ good?” you ask, leaning over him to kiss his back tenderly.  

“Uh-uh huh,” you know him well enough to know he sounds close already. 

“Taking me so well,” you repeat yourself, because your brain is hazy with lust and weed and the beautiful man beneath you, and shit, he really does open up nicely for you. Still fucking his ass nice and slow, you bring one of your hands down to his pussy—bypassing his clit because Mammon’s fingers are preoccupied with it—and easily slip two fingers into his hole.  

“Fuck!” Mammon cries, trembling. 

“Feel me, baby?” you tease, rubbing your fingers against your own cock from within his insides. Mammon gushes and twitches violently around you.  

“Daddy--” he gurgles, trailing off and mumbling something incoherent. 

“It’s okay puppy, hah, you can cum if you want to.” Being the ever submissive demon that he is, it’s not until he’s granted permission that he does; crying out your name and coming completely undone under you. It takes everything in you to not fill the condom then and there. Instead, you ever so slowly fuck him through it, finding it difficult to move with just how tightly he clenches down on you.  

“God damn,” you groan again, easing yourself ever so slowly out of him once he slowly returns to himself. 

“Can I cum in your pussy, puppy?” you roll off the condom and toss it carelessly elsewhere.  

Mammon doesn’t respond with a verbal go ahead, but he raises his hips for you and whines pathetically, looking back at you with his red and dilated eyes giving you a pleading look.  

“Mhm, thank you pup,” you coo, pulling out your fingers and easing your cock raw into his cunt. Mammon groans, then lets out a pleased sigh. You know his masochistic self would have loved you to fuck his ass roughly, but you just can’t bring yourself to doing it just yet. Instead, you fuck his pussy hard and deep, selfishly chasing your orgasm.  

Mammon babbles under you, mostly unintelligible, but you pick up the stray moan of your name and “please.” You’re not any more composed, vocalizing every thought that enters your mind. 

“My puppy, hah, sweet thing, my—ah—my  sweet puppy, love you, feel so-oh good, puppy, gonna breed you pup, fuck,” he’s so hot and tight around you, the weed makes it hard to focus on what feels best, “gotta fill your womb with my cum, hah, you’ll take it all won’t you puppy?” He nods his head, which surprises you, because you can barely follow your own train of thought. “Fuck, that’s right, shit, gonna cum,” you warn. You feel dizzy, hot, and rabid, the sound of your hips slapping against Mammon’s skin echoes throughout the room as you pound him into the floor.  

“Mammon,” you gasp softly as you find your peak, burying your cock deep inside him and pumping your cum into him. He can’t speak at all now, just whines and keens softly, his overstimulated pussy spasming around your dick.  

You keep yourself lodged in him for a good minute, until you’re soft and your body aches. 

Mammon is thoroughly fucked and still stoned, so as soon as you’re not there to hold him up he slumps into the mess that’s been soaking into the pee pad.  

“C’mon baby, up we go,” you mumble softly, taking him into your arms. He lazily drapes his arms around you, sighing contently, and nuzzling into your touch.  

“Bath?”  

Mammon nods at the suggestion, so you rise to your feet and shakily make your way to the bathroom. You’ll deal with the mess later.  

“Hungry?” you check, setting him down in the tub as you fill it with water. Mammon shakes his head no. “You hurting at all?” He rolls his eyes at that. You pinch his thigh, “shut up, I know you’re the all powerful and great demon Mammon, but I get to ask anyways,” you pout. He smiles, his fangs poking against his teeth, before he pulls you in for a kiss.  

When you pull away his stomach growls. “Liar,” you tease, kissing him again quickly before rising to your feet. 

“No, no,” he gasps, holding onto you, “s’fine, don’t leave t’feed me.” You coo, entering the tub with him and rewarding your greedy man by smothering him with kisses and cuddles. You want to kick yourself for even imagining leaving him in this state. 

“Of course sweetheart, we’ll keep this short, then get something to eat, how’s that sound?” he nods at that, letting you wrap yourself around him.  

“I wanna eat, and I wanna watch a movie, and maybe fuck again,” he huffs, leaving no room for negotiation.  

“Yeah,” you laugh, kissing his skin, hoping to convey your endless love through such a mundane action, “yeah, we can do that puppy.”  

[mindyco]

Last update for the day, or night, or yesterday...-?? (• ิ _ • ิ)? Artwork credit: @myt_s3

Scenario: What do they do when they get jealous?

You're engrossed in a conversation with another demon, your laughter echoing through the room. Lucifer watches from a distance, his usually composed expression marred by a hint of irritation. He strides over confidently, his presence commanding attention. "It seems you've captivated quite an audience," he remarks, his voice low and authoritative. "But let's not forget who you belong to. Excuse us, but I think it's time for a private conversation."

Lucifer's jealousy is often subtle, as he maintains a composed exterior.

He might become more possessive, keeping a watchful eye on you and subtly asserting his presence.

He may engage in small acts of dominance to remind others of your connection.

His tone might become slightly colder or his actions more calculated when interacting with those he perceives as a threat.

He might make a point to showcase his authority or accomplishments in front of others to establish his superiority.

You're surrounded by admirers, each one trying to impress you with their stories and gestures. Mammon scowls, crossing his arms and tapping his foot impatiently. He approaches with a mix of irritation and possessiveness, cutting off the other demons mid-sentence. "Oi! Hands off! Can't you see they're already taken?" he declares, wrapping his arm around your waist protectively. "I'm the only one allowed to monopolize their time, got it?"

Mammon's jealousy is loud and evident, as he struggles to contain his emotions.

He becomes overprotective and tries to monopolize your attention.

He may get easily flustered or irritated when others show interest in you.

Mammon might go to great lengths to prove himself, whether through grand gestures or extravagant gifts.

He might demand more affection and reassurance from you, seeking validation that you choose him over others.

You're engaged in an animated discussion about your favorite anime series with a fellow otaku. Leviathan glances over, a tinge of jealousy evident in his eyes. He takes a deep breath, summoning the courage to approach. "Um, excuse me," he stammers, his cheeks tinted with a light blush. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. There's actually this new anime I've been dying to recommend. Maybe we could watch it together sometime?"

Leviathan's jealousy often manifests as insecurity, causing him to doubt his worth.

He becomes more withdrawn and distant, isolating himself from others.

He may spend more time immersed in his hobbies or games as a way to escape his feelings.

Leviathan might act passive-aggressive, making snarky comments or giving you the cold shoulder.

He might need reassurance and affirmation that you value him and his interests.

You're deep in conversation with a knowledgeable demon, discussing intricate magical theories and ancient texts. Satan observes from a distance, his expression a mix of curiosity and possessiveness. He interrupts smoothly, his voice laced with authority. "Ah, I see you're discussing some interesting topics," he interjects, stepping forward. "But I have a few rare books in my personal collection that I think you'd find fascinating. Let's continue this discussion in my study, shall we?"

Satan's jealousy is a mix of possessiveness and intellectual superiority.

He becomes more protective and may act as a shield against potential threats.

He might engage in intellectual debates or showcase his knowledge to impress you and assert his intellectual superiority.

Satan might subtly mark his territory, whether through possessive gestures or subtly claiming your attention.

He may express his jealousy through sarcastic comments or teasing, masking his true feelings.

You're the center of attention at a glamorous party, surrounded by demons vying for your affection. Asmodeus observes with a knowing smile, but a hint of jealousy flickers in his eyes. He gracefully glides toward you, radiating charm and confidence. He leans in, his voice filled with playful possessiveness. "Oh, my darling, I see everyone is simply captivated by your beauty and charm," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. "But remember, you're the true gem here. Let's dance and make them all green with envy, shall we?"

Asmodeus's jealousy is flamboyant and attention-seeking.

He becomes more affectionate, showering you with compliments and physical displays of affection.

Asmodeus may put extra effort into his appearance, wanting to ensure he stands out and catches your eye.

He might engage in playful jealousy, flirting with others in your presence to incite a reaction from you.

He may demand more of your attention and may become more competitive when it comes to your affections.

You're sitting at a crowded dining table, sharing a meal with other demons. Beelzebub watches intently as someone offers you a bite from their plate, a frown forming on his face. He stands up abruptly, his protective instincts taking over. He steps forward, his voice gentle yet firm. "I think it's best if I take care of feeding you," he says, his hand landing gently on your shoulder. "After all, I know your tastes better than anyone else here."

Beelzebub's jealousy is tied to his protectiveness and fear of losing those he cares about.

He becomes more watchful, keeping an eye on potential rivals and ensuring your safety.

Beelzebub's appetite may change, either losing his appetite or eating more as a way to cope with his emotions.

He might become quieter and more introspective, needing time alone to process his jealousy.

Beelzebub may express his jealousy through subtle acts of physical affection, seeking reassurance and closeness with you.

You're engaged in a conversation, your laughter catching the attention of those around you. Belphegor lounges lazily nearby, feigning indifference. He stifles a yawn before sauntering over to your side, a smirk playing on his lips. He leans in, his voice dripping with playful jealousy. "You know, I can make you laugh like that too," he teases, his eyes glinting mischievously. "If you'd give me a chance, I might even surprise you. Come on, let's sneak away from this boring crowd."

Belphegor's jealousy is intertwined with his fear of abandonment and missing out.

He becomes more clingy and possessive, not wanting to be separated from you.

Belphegor might act out or engage in mischievous pranks to get your attention.

He may express his jealousy through teasing or sarcastic remarks, trying to gauge your reaction.

Belphegor may need reassurance and comfort, afraid of being left behind or replaced.

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Lesson 49-A

... Yeah, It sounds like someone might snap in the next lessons....

(Or at least I hope so. Please Solmare do something, ANYTHING with Raphael I'm begging you)

[hallowxiu]

Okay, the birthday event in Obey Me NB is cute and all, some would even say wholesome, but while the brothers and characters are celebrating their first birthday with MC, imagine how everyone feels back in the present?

Everyone makes sure to tell MC how valued they are through the phone calls, and how much they changed the Devildom for the better, but on the flip side, we know that the OG Obey Me characters are sitting in the present without MC, still wondering where they are and what happened to them.

Just imagine how quiet the House of Lamentation is. I bet everyone’s walking on eggshells around the other, afraid of what they should and shouldn’t say. Is Lucifer locked away in his study? Is Beelzebub feeling too guilty to eat? Is Leviathan throwing himself into his manga and games? Is Satan having meltdowns over the littlest things? Is Belphegor staying up at night? Mammon spending everything he has without even a single thought? Do you think Asmodeus even bothered putting effort into his appearance that day?

[obeyme-lost-thought]

Lucifer Angst: Nightmare

Spoilers from lesson 16 and 38. Based on the choice "Myself" (or more like Yourself) for the 38 and in general, the base of this one-shot.

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Lucifer always had nightmares. From the Celestial war to Lilith death in his arms. But then, you came.

He never thought, that a little human like you, could ever give him so much more material for his nights.

Your first year in devildom hadn't even ended before yours body was on the floor, dead. Purple marks on your neck, his dear little brother near you. And then... poof. Dissappear. Your siluet was no wher to be found for some moment, but then you come back, as if nothing ever happened.

Yes, all's well that ends well.bBut the times in which you wasn't there ? The fear of all the things that he had to do... protect Belphi, dealing with his brothers' pain, going against Diavolo... and accept the fact that in his tomorrow you wasn't there.

Still... you was all right. You was still there and everything was ok. Just another bad memory.

... As if destiny would leave him alone. As if it's actually that memory what make him get up in the middle of the night to make sure you're alive.

That because the moment he closes his eyes... you're in his arms, with the Night Dagger in your chest. Blood on his hands, on your and his shirt, on the floor...

Your heavy breath is mixed with Lucifer's fast heart beat. A little smile on a face surrounded by tears, both yours and his.

Yet you manage to speak a little. You can remind him how it's all his fault this time. As it's always been his fault. How you stay close to him has always cost you a lot, and now you are paying the final bill with your life. How incapable he is of protecting those he cares about. As maybe, he should disappear. As he should have died, not Lilith, or you.

And so, listing all his sins, you die with your head resting on his chest, while he tries in vain to save you. Because how could a demon, who wasn't even capable of being an angel due to how dirty he was inside, ever stay alongside a pure soul like yours without causing it any harm?

No matter how much he calls your name, how much he try to heal the wound caused by the dagger with magic. Only Simeon can save you, but he doesn't come. He will never arrive. Lucifer is locked in your room unable to help you. The blood is everywhere now and the smell almost suffocates him.

Why did you choose yourself? He was the one who had to die, he asked you for exactly that. He is the one who sacrifices himself for others, not the other way around.

You always put your life in dangerous situation, you always die...

...So please, when Lucifer wake up, if you hear him go into your room, don't say anything. Let him watch you for 5 minutes, let him check your pulse. Give him a chance to make sure you're alive.

And please, stop dying in front of him. He can't take it anymore.

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Just me or write angst is more simple? Like, I'm sadistic to them or masochist to myself... probably both.

[aballadforbarbatos]

levi: welcome to the sad singles club. at today’s meeting we’re discussing if it’s great to kiss in the rain

mammon: idk when mc and i did it it was kinda gross

levi: you’re dating??

mc: are we?

mammon: if you want to i guess…

levi: GET OUT