#shall we date one shot

[fandoms-x-reader]

Wearing Their Clothes

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Summary: The brothers' reactions to seeing you wear an article of their clothing.

Of all the things that surprised you in the Devildom, one of the biggest shocks was the fact that it had weather just like the Human Realm. Of course, there were many representations of what “Hell” looked like. You just never saw one that showed it raining or snowing there. So, when large snowflakes started falling, to say you were both shocked and confused would be an understatement.

You were still at RAD when it started snowing. There had been a mandatory student council meeting; and, afterwards, Lucifer had asked you to stay behind and help him with some paperwork.

Diavolo had asked Lucifer to have the exchange students fill out a survey on how their time in the Devildom had been so far; and, since you were already with him, he thought yours would be the easiest to fill out.

He was pleasantly surprised when you had nothing but praise to give Lucifer. He wore a proud smile as you talked about how much you’ve been enjoying your time in the Devildom. He loved hearing you talk about it - each commendation making him feel the all-too-familiar emotion that had been bestowed upon his demon form. 

He was having such a great time, in fact, that he didn’t realize how late it had gotten until he looked out the window and noticed how dark it was outside. 

“We must have lost track of time,” Lucifer told you before offering to walk with you back to the House of Lamentation. Not that you had a choice in the matter. After all, it was far too dangerous for you to walk back by yourself.

The second you stepped outside of RAD, you immediately regretted it. The cold air bit at your skin as the snow continued to fall. You cursed yourself for not bringing a jacket; but, how were you supposed to know that it was going to snow in the Devildom today.

You walked silently alongside Lucifer, doing your best to keep your teeth from chattering. Lucifer studied you as the two of you walked. You were usually more chatty. Was something wrong?

He looked at your appearance. Your complexion was flushed, your body slightly shivering. Lucifer raised an eyebrow as suddenly he understood what was happening - you were cold.

Lucifer was immediately taking off his large fur cape and offering it to you. The gesture warmed your heart, but you declined. He needed it or else he would be cold - you argued. Lucifer would make an argument about how much more fragile humans were than demons and then tell you, “Besides, I can’t have you die from the cold. It would be a bad look for Lord Diavolo.”

You chuckled at his words before agreeing, realizing Lucifer wasn’t going to back down. He helped place his cape over your shoulders, securing it in place. You were immediately thankful for the warmth the cape provided - the color almost instantly returning to your cheeks.

Lucifer couldn’t help but smile as he looked at you in his cape - the sheer size of it nearly enveloping your entire body. The snow fell on top of you, your hair and eyelashes being coated in white. You looked beautiful. 

Lucifer admired you the whole way home, hoping that it would snow more often in the Devildom so that he could see you in his cape more often.

Mammon liked to spend a lot of time in your room. After all, he was your “first” so why shouldn’t he be allowed in there whenever he liked. He would spend countless hours in there with you. It didn’t matter what the two of you were doing, as long as you were hanging out. Some nights, by the time you were done, it would be so late that he would just stay the night in there.

So, it was no surprise when he accidentally left one of his shirts in your room. It was just a plain, black t-shirt. Nothing truly identifiable about it. Because of that, you had accidentally mistaken it for one of your shirts. 

Mammon however knew the difference. He had been looking for that shirt, not knowing where he had misplaced it.

He came to check for it in your room, barging in without knocking. “Oi, Y/N,” he began but stopped realizing the room was empty. He heard the faint sound of water running coming from the bathroom and realized you were taking a shower. He sat down on your bed, deciding to wait for you.

He scrolled on his D.D.D. for a while until the water turned off. Then a few minutes later, you came out of the bathroom - wearing his shirt.

Mammon felt his heart stop as his eyes were glued to you, his D.D.D. long forgotten about. You were surprised to see Mammon sitting in your room and you were about to say something when you noticed the deep red blush that coated his cheeks as he sat there looking incredibly flustered. “Mammon, are you okay?”

He wouldn't answer your question. Instead, he asked, “I-Is that my shirt?!” Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked down at the black shirt you were wearing, now recognizing it as his. “Oh, I’m sorry,” you told him.

Mammon was a mess. The shirt clung to your body in the best way possible, leading Mammon’s mind to wander to different images of you in that shirt…and out of it. Noticing his expression you said, “I can change.”

“N-No!” Mammon said, jumping off the bed now. That was the last thing he wanted. Realizing his slip-up, Mammon tried to quickly cover his tracks by saying, “Just be grateful that the great Mammon is letting ya wear his clothes!”

When he does get his shirt back, he immediately notices that it smells like you, something that makes him smile. He will never wear it again or wash it. 

Levi was never supposed to find out.

You were doing a cosplay outfit for one of your favorite animes. You had made several videos online and had gotten a decent amount of likes. You loved it and the amount of online support you got encouraged you to do more and more outfits.

Well, it just so happened that the character you were trying to portray had a specific blue and orange jacket. It was pertinent to the character; but, you had nothing similar. So, you began brainstorming ideas on what you could do to try and replicate the clothing item.

Then, it suddenly dawned on you. You had seen Levi wearing a jacket with the same colors. It wasn’t an exact match but it would be close enough. 

You took in a deep breath as you made your way to the coat closet in the House of Lamentation, praying it was there. 

To your luck, when you opened the door, amongst the miscellaneous other coats, it was hanging up in the closet. You let out a small breath of relief. You reached your hand out to take the jacket but hesitated. Levi would probably freak if he saw you wearing his jacket. But, you really needed it.

You debated the pros and cons of taking the jacket.. One on hand, if you went and asked Levi if you could borrow the jacket, he would most likely mumble something about normies before declining out of embarrassment. Then you would be out of luck. However, if you just borrowed the jacket for a few minutes - just to make the video. Then, you could put it back and he’d never know.

Deciding that was the best course of action, you quickly took the jacket and headed back up to your room. You put the jacket on as the finishing touch and looked in the mirror. Perfect.

You began recording the video, making sure to have the perfect lighting and angle. When you were done, you rewatched it, satisfied with the results. Alright, time to put Levi’s jacket back.

“Hey, Y/N, what-,” Levi suddenly came rushing into the room. Both of you froze in shock. Was that…his? “Levi!” you said, nervously looking at him. You had been caught.

“I can explain,” you told him as his eyes widened and a blush coated his cheeks. Not only were you wearing his clothes like some normie couple, but you looked good in it. 

“I was making a cosplay video and I needed to borrow it,” you admitted. “C-Cosplay?” Levi asked, stuttering out his words as he tried to comprehend the situation.

He let out a small scream as he recognized the character you were dressed up as. It was from one of the animes he recommended to you. His eyes then trailed to the video that was still playing on your D.D.D.

You slowly took off his jacket and handed it back to him, blushing slightly. “Sorry, for taking it without asking.”

Levi took the jacket, not sure what to say. So he said the first thing that came to his mind. “Y-You’re missing the sunglasses.”

What? Levi looked back at the video again and you understood. Of course! You were missing the sunglasses for the cosplay. You knew you were missing something!

“I-I have a pair that might match,” Levi said, offering you back his jacket. If you were going to make a cosplay video, he was going to be part of it.

“That would be great!” you replied. Levi quickly left to retrieve the sunglasses as you put his jacket back on. He returned within moments, handing you the sunglasses. You put them on the way the character would and Levi asked if he could help you record the video to which you were unbelievably grateful for. 

Levi was smiling the whole time he helped. He couldn’t believe how talented you were in your impression of the character. More importantly, he couldn’t believe you were wearing his clothes!

You were sitting in Satan’s room reading a book while you waited for him to return. The two of you had been spending the afternoon together. You were reading one of your favorites, and he had been doing the same until about a few minutes ago. He had just finished his book and told you he was going to go to the library to get another book. He promised he would return shortly but it had already been several minutes.

You were huddled up underneath a blanket, but you were still cold. It felt like Satan’s room had no heat whatsoever. You let out a small sigh as you tore your eyes from the page, glancing around the room for anything that could help you warm back up. 

You couldn’t see any blankets, but you noticed one of Satan’s sweaters sitting not too far from you. You let out a small sigh as you turned the idea over and over in your head. He wouldn’t be mad if you borrowed it, right? Not if you told him you were cold. 

You wanted to ask Satan’s permission, so you waited a few more minutes, but when you realized he wasn’t going to be coming back for a while - you decided to risk it. 

You quickly jumped out of the blanket and moved over to the sweater. You picked it up carefully, admiring the material before slipping it over your head. You noticed that it smelt like Satan, the scent making you feel like you were enveloped in his arms. 

You clutched the sweater a little closer to you before moving back to your spot and huddling underneath the blanket. You opened your book back up to the spot you were at and got lost in the fictional world once again.

You were so distracted by the words on the page that you didn’t notice when Satan entered the room. He was about to announce his presence when he noticed the familiar article of clothing that you were wearing. 

His cheeks turned pink as he looked at you wearing his sweater. You looked so adorable curled up under the blanket, reading a book, while wearing his clothes. It warmed his heart. Satan moved over to you, doing his best to hide his smile. 

He sat down next to you and you had completely forgotten that you were wearing his sweater. As if it was second nature to do so. “Did you find a book?” you asked him.

Satan nodded his head before telling you, “I’m really excited to see how this turns out.” You smiled in response, thinking he was talking about the book. He wasn’t so sure.

From now on, if you were in his presence and looked the slightest bit cold, he would immediately offer you his sweater, wanting to see you in his clothes more often.

Asmo was the resident fashion designer in the House of Lamentation. Whenever someone needed advice on an outfit, they immediately turned to him.; and, it was no secret why. His fashion advice was always on point. He could turn the dullest of outfits into a beautiful masterpiece. 

Tonight, Asmo had invited you to dinner at a new restaurant that had open. They asked him to attend with a plus one to bring more business. After all, he had tons of fans who would go to the restaurant just to see him.

Asmo had asked you to be his plus one, and you couldn’t have been more excited. Until he told you how many people would be looking at the two of you and taking pictures. Then, nerves set in as you began panicking about what to wear.

“Don’t worry! I’ll help you!” Asmo comforted, taking you by your hand to your room. He would have you put on a mini-fashion show for him, trying on multiple different outfits to try and find the right one. But, nothing you had quite fit the vibe of the restaurant. 

Asmo thought for a moment, until he came up with an idea. He had the perfect outfit for you! Asmo quickly brought you to his room, pulling out the outfit and handing it to you. He ushered you into his bathroom, telling you to try it on.

When you did, you were surprised at how well it fit - and how good it looked. You stepped out of the bathroom and at first, Asmo didn’t say anything. He just stared at you, a large smile spreading across his face.

“How do I look?” you asked after the silence began to grow awkward. Asmo tried to keep his composure as the thought of you wearing his clothes in public threatened to spark his sin. “That’s the one!” Asmo told you excitedly before helping you do your make-up. By the end of it all, the two of you looked like you had walked straight off the pages of a magazine. 

You made your way to the restaurant and when you got there, you were met with countless cameras. It seemed like everyone wanted to capture the restaurant’s grand opening.

Asmo grabbed your hand as the cameras started flashing, documenting yours and Asmo’s presence. He led you into the restaurant, his smile only growing larger as he thought about you wearing his outfit. The photos would forever document that you were wearing his clothes.

It was a complete accident. 

You had left the House of Lamentation while it was warm out, so you didn’t think to bring an umbrella. Who would?

Well, apparently, it was the biggest mistake you could have made because on your way home, you had found yourself in the middle of a rainstorm. You had no protection from it, the droplets soaking you from head to toe.

You began running to the House of Lamentation, letting out a sigh of relief as you made it to the front door. You quickly entered, thankful to be out of the storm. Then you heard someone behind you. “I see you forgot your umbrella.” You jumped as you turned around and saw Lucifer standing there.

A small blush coated your cheeks as you were embarrassed of the state you were currently in. Lucifer asked you to go to the laundry room so that you didn’t track water everywhere and you agreed, making a beeline towards the room.

When you got there, you quickly took off your wet clothes. You looked around the large room for your basket of laundry, confused when you couldn’t find it.

Then, you realized you had taken it to your room earlier to finish folding the clean clothes. Could this day get any worse.

So, here you were standing naked in the House of Lamentation's laundry room, contemplating how you ended up here. 

You had to come up with something quick before one of the brothers accidentally walked in on you. 

Looking to your right, you saw a large black t-shirt with a design on it. You quickly picked it up, examining it. You had seen Beel wearing it at some point. You held it up to you and noticed that it was so big compared to you. It would be enough to cover you until you could make it to your room. 

You quickly slipped Beel’s shirt on, double-checking that everything was covered before opening the door. All you had to do was make it to your room without being seen. Easy, right?

You turned out of the laundry room, immediately bumping into a large figure. The force caused you to stumble back as you felt two large arms steady you. You looked up to see Beel, looking at you like a confused puppy as he took in your appearance. 

You immediately began blushing as he asked, “Are you wearing my shirt?” Your mind tried to explain the situation, but your words merely came out as a series of stuttered words before you gave up. “It’s a long story,” you told him defeatedly.

Beel could see that you had a long day and he didn’t want to make it worse. So, he didn’t question you any further. Besides, he had to admit it made him feel flustered, seeing you in his clothes. He thought it was adorable how his shirt looked like it was going to swallow you up at any moment.

“Keep it as long as you need,” Beel told you with a small smile. You were thankful that Beel didn’t make things any more awkward as you pushed past him to go to your room.

Beel entered the laundry room to get the rest of his clothes and noticed your discarded clothes. His cheeks felt hot as realized that you were completely nude underneath his shirt. 

He did his best to push out intrusive thoughts as he made his way back to his room, his clean laundry in his arms.  

Revenge.

When it came to you and Belphie, you were sure that was the only reason you did anything anymore. 

Belphie liked to act like a brat and decided to do things he knew would frustrate you because he liked to see the way you would react.

So, he decided to start a prank war with you. But, you were not a pushover; and, you were going to make sure Belphie realized that once and for all. 

So, when he started pulling minor pranks. You let him think he was getting the best of you, until you had pulled a much larger prank on him. You had surprised Belphie with your creativity and your tenacity. But, he wasn’t ready to back down either.

Minor pranks turned into much more serious ones, the two of you so wrapped up in your war that you could hardly pay attention to anything else.

You had just pulled your latest prank of Belphie the day before. You were waiting anxiously for Belphie to pull his prank, constantly watching your back. 

He could strike from anywhere at any time. 

It was getting late, so you had decided Belphie wasn’t going to pull his prank today. You went to your bedroom to go to bed.

However, as soon as you opened the door to your room, you immediately regretted it as a large bucket off water poured on top of you. You let out a small gasp as your clothes were completely drenched. Really?!

You let out a small scoff as you immediately began thinking of retaliation pranks, making your way to your closet to change into a dry pair of clothes.

But, when you got there, you saw that the closet was completely empty. Belphie had taken all of your clothes.

You were fuming as you made your way to the Twin’s Room, bursting through the door to find Belphie in there by himself, lounging on his bed with a smile. 

“Where are my clothes?” you asked him, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Belphie replied, smirking back at you.

“All of my clothes are gone,” you stated, knowing full well that he was the culprit. “It looks like you’ll just have to sleep in your wet clothes then,” Belphie replied, turning his attention to his D.D.D.

You glared at him, anger coursing through your veins. He was not winning this one. After realizing Belphie wasn’t going to give you your clothes back, you came up with a new idea.

“Fine,” you told him, marching over to his closet. Belphie tore his eyes away from D.D.D to look up at you. “What are you doing?” he asked, watching your every move.

“If I can’t wear my clothes, then I’ll just have to wear yours,” you replied, stripping your shirt off before putting his on. The rage you were feeling was clouding your mind to the point where you didn’t even realize you had just undressed in front of Belphie.

Belphie most definitely realized though, the image of your half-naked body being seared into his mind as he looked at you in shock.

You then changed into a pair of Belphie’s sweatpants and his cheeks were stained pink as he tried to comprehend what was happening. Luckily, the shirt had covered most of what he would have seen. But, his imagination was running wild. 

You turned to face him, wearing his clothes and his eyes traced every inch of you. You wore a satisfied smirk as you locked eyes. “Good night,” you stated, walking back out of the twins room, a blush on your cheeks at the way Belphie was looking at you. You won.

[leniisreallycool]

Salt

Hmm, still a little bland... Needs salt. You sprinkle a little more salt into the saucepan. Whisking with one hand, you set the salt shaker down with the other. But you're a little careless, and the shaker tips over onto the counter with a little smack! Little crystals sparkle in the dim light of the kitchen. Without even thinking, you scoop up the spilled salt with your fingertip and flick it over your left shoulder.

"Hey! What the hell's your problem?!"

You turn to see Mammon hovering right next to you frantically blinking his eyes, instinctively reaching to rub them but pulling his hand back.

The comedy of the situation hits you like a truck and you burst into hysterical laughter. Your back hits the counter and you brace yourself on it, unable to support your own weight. Tears stream down your face faster than you can wipe, and all the while you cackle like one possessed.

Through the veil of tears clouding your vision, Mammon obviously has no idea what's going on anymore. First you throw salt at him, and now you're laughing? Are you okay? He reaches out towards you, then pulls back. "Are ya cursed or something?" That only makes you laugh harder.

That's the last straw and Mammon dashes out of the kitchen, calling for his brothers.

"W-wait-" you wheeze between breaths, but that's as far as you get.

By the time Mammon returns with the other demon brothers, you've managed to calm yourself a bit. The mad cackles have subsided to occasional giggle and most of your tears are dried.

All seven of them start to speak, but seem to think the situation is a delicate one and decide to let someone else start.

"What happened? Mammon said you were under some kind of curse," Beel asks after a moment of observation, somewhere between confused and concerned.

"No, no, that's not- there wasn't a curse," you reply, rubbing your eyes. Laughing like that always makes you sleepy. "I threw salt over my shoulder, but Mammon was standing right there, and it got in his eyes."

Now Lucifer is the one to speak up. "Are humans in the habit of... throwing salt around?"

"I've never heard of anything like that..." Levi adds.

Belphie shares a look with Satan. The "how can we prank Lucifer with this" thoughts are so loud you half wonder if they're actually twins. The thought sets you off giggling again.

You've never seen Lucifer move so quickly. One second he's standing near the kitchen's entrance with Asmo clinging to his arm in worry, the next he's by your side, gently holding you elbow and checking your forehead (for fever? Through gloves?). You laugh harder.

"I don't sense any malicious magic. Perhaps it's a more advanced spell than I originally thought..." Lucifer gently squishes your face.

You'd be doubled over cackling if Lucifer wasn't supporting your weight. "No- there's not- there's no curse!" you wheeze, nearly choking on laughter.

The other six promptly begin speculating what could have brought on your strange behavior. "Maybe they are something weird?" "They haven't touched any of my cursed books recently..." "Are you sure they're not just sleepy? Tired humans act weird." "It ain't my fault! I haven't stolen any cursed objects recently! Quit lookin' at me like that!" "I hope it's not poison from the new facemask we tried earlier! I thought it was human safe, but maybe I was wrong..." "I knew I shouldn't have bought that new cursed game off Akuzon... These things are always my fault."

Their speculation isn't helping your situation. At this point your laughter is silent again, and your tears soak the front of Lucifer's shirt. Your face aches from the strain of grinning so wide and your lungs cry out for air.

Eventually, what feels like hours later, you're able to calm down enough to speak again. Your body sags in exhaustion and Belphie keeps glaring at you in worry.

"I'm not cursed, I swear," you say. "Just- in the human world, we have this superstition. I'm not sure where it started, or when, but it started with the belief that spilling salt was due to the devil, because at the time, salt was so valuable they used it as currency. That's also where we get the phrase 'worth their weight in salt'. But basically if you spill salt, you have to throw some over your left shoulder into the devil's eyes to keep him from harming you again. And Mammon was hovering over my left shoulder, and he's the Avatar of Greed..."

"So it's standard human weirdness, then," Mammon says, staring at you like he does when he's pretending not to be so relieved to realize you're okay.

You nod, rubbing your eyes. "Pretty much. Everything lined up perfectly and honestly it couldn't have been better if I planned it."

"Alright, well, you're taking a nap with me. Satan can finish cooking." Belphie grabs your arm and drags you out of the kitchen. For once, the others don't argue.

[ashomodeus]

Hi all, it's been a minute... Work has been really rough. I promise I haven't disappeared again. Here's this.

Where is each brother + Dateables favorite place to... connect with Mc.

Gn!Mc, Smut warning, bad grammar, take a shot every time breeding is mentioned, food porn for Beel.

Why am I at work for 12 hours???

Thank you, Beyonce, for providing me with this phone to write. She's my ghost writer if anyone asks. If her lawyers ask, this is a joke.

Lucifer 》 His study

●With under the desk support from Mc all his stress is magically gone.

●No one bothers him when he's in his study, meaning hours... and I mean hours could go past and no one would question why he's in there so long.

●Would test Mc's limits, having them cock warm him as he finishes his last bit of work. Don't think that Mc is the only one being teased. Lucifer has always been able to focus on one thing at a time but with Mc there? Forget it. 'How would Mc look bent over there, How about on my desk, or right in front of the door for his brother's to hear MC is all his for the night'

●Mc giving him head while he's trying to have an important conference call.

●Having Mc lay on the couch exposing their filled holes threatening to drip out while he finishes his work.

●He has some things in his office for Mc like a designated drawer for Mc that only Mc and Lucifer can access like rope, towels, a change of underwear, some toys for Mc to use while Lucifer is busy.

Mammon 》His car

●Two things that he loves.

●His favorite thing is to recieve head while driving. He enjoys edging and pushing himself as far as possible until he has to pull over. He wants to pull over because he wants to be milked until he's weak.

● He would want to drive while pounding into Mc.He would never be able to drive without Mc again without having to pull over and masturbate to the idea of Mc being there.

●Mammon likes to convince Mc to go run an errand with him just for them to both to come back disheveled. Mammon doesn't want anyone to see Mc in that way and doesn't want anyone to hear them so he'll find a few places.

●Once Mc did a nude photo shoot in Mammons car and those photos will always remain in his empty wallet.

●Mammon hates messes in his car but he so his seats have waterproof covers for certain reasons...

Levi 》Anywhere with water

●Listen water can make you feel weightless. Since water is his strong suit he knows how to control water and make sure Mc doesn't drown.

●Beach trips normally involve Mc and Levi leaving for a swim and not coming back for hours. Mc would think the sand would get everywhere but devildoms sand is so much different.

●Levi loves sneaking into the shower while Mc is showering. Sometimes, he just loves to watch Mc. He especially gets turned on if Mc doesn't notice he's there watching. He slowly strips as he walks into the shower with Mc, only startling them for a second. He loves taking the shower head and putting it on sensitive places of Mc's increasing water pressure the more sensitive Mc got.

● He loves "accidentally" spilling water on Mc while gaming together.

Satan 》 Library

●Knowledge is power and just when he think he's read every book. There's a new series he can read. Once he met Mc it was a bit difficult to focus on both reading and Mc. He soon realized he can have it both.

●Having Mc read to him while he fucks them. He would stop everytime Mc would stop. He just loved felling Mc tense as he stopped.

●Another fun thing to him is that Mc would have to keep quiet since they were in a public place. The rush he got thinking of someone walking in on him having his cock rammed into the beloved Mc.

●He keeps a list of books to the said that he thinks would sound a lot better with Mc's breathy moans. He also finds it as great stress relief. They would sneak into the library after hours so Mc could make as much noise as possible.

●Sometimes when they're reading together Satan makes Mc wear a vibrating toy and silently turns it on and off when he pleases.

Asmo 》His bedroom

●Asmo is an expert when it comes to connecting. His room has all the necessities. Sound proofing, toys, ropes, leashes, wax, towels, everything. He could give Mc a facial mask after giving them facial.

●Theres a mirror on the ceiling that is right above the bed, mirrors everywhere. If Mc was having a low confidence day he would cover up the mirrors or fuck Mc in front of them in every position to show them how hot they truly are.

●Asmo room also has a camera that follows sound so he can record whenever they are fucking but of course that involves being loud enough.

●Sometimes Asmo will indulge in black coffee because he doesn't want to loose energy or stamina. He wants Mc to do so many things and make sure that Mc's mind is just full of how good they feel and how horny they are.

Beel 》 Kitchen or bedroom

●Duh

●Food play. He loves nyotaimori/ namtaimori; Body sushi, Human tray. He loves to layout his favorite foods on Mc, keeping them as protected as possible. He also would love to fuck Mc with a certain things then eat them. Ie: Cucumber. He wants to see how much of the thick cucumber Mc could take, licking the cucumber in-between tries. Then proceeding to eat it after.

●His fantasy would involve him coming down for a midnight snack and Mc is there surrounded by his favorite food. Mc being just as hungry for Beel as he is for them.

●Ever since the few nights Mc slept on Beels bed. He's been hungry. Their smell is permanently embedded into the bed. He would want to fuck Mc in that bed. He would give Mc a lot of oral. Making sure to taste every drop of them.

●He would to fill up Mc with his load to make sure Mc is as full as he is.Though he's very considerate Mc should expect a bit of soreness next day.

Belphie 》 Attic

●A place to be by himself in a cozy bed Mc riding him as he's slowly woken up.

●The attic is a quiet place. He normally dreams the most about Mc in this room. If anyone tries to interrupt their time together Belphie will quickly cum inside Mc and plug their hole with their underwear. He likes to see them squirm around at the discomfort of the underwear getting soaked with Belphie's juices.

●He likes waking up Mc with him about to cum on their face. He also loves sleepy horny sex where they can't even tell what's where.

●Belphie is extremely possessive so everything is on his stuff. It's not because he's lazy It's because their sent keeps him calm and makes him want- actually NEED them.

●He once used bedsheets to tie up Mc to the bed to overstimulate and exhaust them.

Solomon 》 Anywhere and everywhere

●Mc's room, his room, over here, over there, everywhere. Solomon is proud he scored the hottest human out there. He will fuck Mc when he wants wherever he wants. The idea of someone walking in on them makes him fuck Mc’s throat harder.

●One of his favorite places is the empty classroom right next to an active classroom.

●He admits to watching Mc change in their bedroom from an enchanted mirror he gifted them.

●He loves to tease Mc while they are out. Together they can make a single trip turn into an 8 hour errands day. Once he had Mc pinned in an alleyway while feeling them up and giving them aggressive hickies. He walked away as if nothing happened and Mc weak knees would struggle to carry themselves.Mc would get so desprate that they would drag Solomon to another alleyway and they would be at it for at least an hour.

Diavolo》 The balcony of the Castle or even hidden rooms

●He loves to show what he can offer Mc besides he massive cock. Of course he's anxious to rule devildom but he will do what needs to be done. Mc grounds him. What he doesn't tell Mc is that it's practically impossible to see that balcony. He would never jeopardize Mc or anyone's respect. The balcony gives him time to think a time to feel and reflect. Making Mc feels good makes him feel good.

●He loves exposing Mc's gaping hole towards the balcony. It shows everyone that only he can fill that hole.

●Diavolo is constantly hiding from Barbatos and he loves to drag Mc with him. Sometimes Diavolo forgets what rooms are in this huge castle so it's an adventure with Mc. Small rooms where Mc can barely move due to being pinned by Diavolo. He loves the rush of hiding and trying to be as quickly as possible. He wants to please every part of Mc.

●He loves when Barbatos finds themsawsee and he awkwardly leaves while Diavolo continues.

Barbatos 》 Mc's room

●He wants Mc to be as comfortable as they can be. He enjoys giving Mc massages. Waiting on Mc hand and foot. He wants Mc as comfortable as possible.

●He's more of a pleasure dom than anything. He gets off by just seeing Mc sprawled out on the bed shaking from pleasure. He could simply cum to the thought of it. It's private and quiet. He doesn't have to worry about anyone else except Mc. After he Mc into mush he'll be in the kitchen cooking them their favorite meal. Just to give them enough energy for a round two. He would snap photos of the exhausted Mc to keep for later just to stare.

●Mc's room is also good for Barbatos because Diavolo won't bother him as much. Barbatos only uses his demon form when he wants to fill all of Mcs holes.

●Any messes made in the room he'll clean it up. Since he knows he'll be cleaning anything that happens to get dirty. He's into a lot of WAM (wet and messy) Mainly with saliva, cum, sweat. The more the better it shows him he's doing a good job at pleasing Mc.

Simeon 》 Mc’s bedroom

●He wants Mc to be comfortable. He's never really felt as calm and confident ever since meeting Mc. When Mc looks like they are calm it calms him. Simeon feels safe to sort of lose control. He's a tease outside of the bedroom but now he can actually act out everything he wants to do. By everything, he means everything. Everyday he thinks of a new way He could fuck Mc or even have Mc fuck him.

●Mc's room feels familiar enough for the both of them. Of course it's a bit difficult when the brothers are home but that's when Simeon implements the quiet game. He slams himself into Mc and see how long it takes for Mc to almost give out.

●He loves texting Mc to meet him in their room. He's just so excited to be able to show Mc he's not just an Angel. He can make Mc feel things that they have yet to feel.

●They barely use the bed. Simeon likes to make sure there's a different position everytime. His mind is corrupted by how many positions or how many times can he make Mc cum that night.

[mackjlee9]

Mammon x Demon!Male!Reader [Smut]

Warning; stuck-in-a-wall trope, overstimulation, mind-break, master kink, fwb au.

Masterlist.

Game; Obey Me: Shall We Date?

Requested by Mister "A" on AO3.

(M/n) was a well-known demon in the Devildom, whether it was because of his looks or magic it didn't matter that much. He was powerful, almost as powerful as Lord Diavolo, why? No one knew, but they knew not to mess with him.

Everyone knew of the unspoken rule, but did Mammon care? Not one bit, that's for sure. Even so, it brought him so much fun and... a good fuck every once in a while.

The way they met wasn't extravagant or anything, Mammon was working in Hell's Kitchen after he fucked up and Lucifer scolded him for it, taking his dear Goldie away until he learned from his mistakes... kinda useless, Lucifer should know by now that Mammon would always be Mammon. He met (M/n) there, a man that looked rich, even if he didn't try, his demeanor and behavior screamed "rich bitch" everywhere you looked.

And Mammon just took the chance.

That chance took him to (M/n)'s bed, ending with him thoroughly fucked and almost unable to move on his own.

He kept encountering him, and with time, they just turned into friends with benefits.

But now, Mammon is really questioning the reason he came over, watching through the invisible wall how (M/n) walked closer to him, unbuckling his belt.

I'm fucked...

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(M/n) had received a text from Mammon telling him he had been gambling and lost a lot of money, so he needed to hide from Lucifer and the people he owned money to for a while, just until he was able to get the correct amount, or have someone else pay for it.

He doubted for a few seconds, painfully aware of how Mammon would take someone's expensive belongings to sell and continue gambling, he has a really bad habit of stealing and losing it all, so, even if he's not used to using his powers unless he absolutely needs to, (M/n) went around his apartment, placing spells around anything that could catch Mammon's eye, specifically leaving the expensive stuff in plain view.

He trusted Mammon would never steal from him, he's never done it before, but this time, he was hiding from Lucifer and who knows how many other people, so he couldn't be sure.

The most valuable stuff was in his room, and leaving a good amount of money on the desk, he placed the biggest trap on it. The other spells would only zap him or create a wall of protection, but this? This was gonna trap Mammon until he decided to break the spell.

A few minutes later, the bell rang and Mammon's voice could be heard through the door.

"(M/n), open up~!" He said in a cheerful voice, making the male show a small smile as he rolled his eyes.

He opened the front door, being greeted with a hug from the white-haired male before he made himself at home.

They didn't do much, they watched a movie, a few chapters of a popular series, and talked a bit, unusual behavior for them, since they only met up to have sex, but not this time.

"I need to use the bathroom, excuse me," (M/n) muttered setting his beer down, standing up, and going to his bathroom.

"Sure~ I'll wait," Mammon said looking down at his phone. He heard the bathroom door close and he stood up, searching around to find anything he could take without (M/n) noticing, "Nope, that's too obvious," he whispered while looking at the big black vase holding a bouquet of flowers, "Well... it looks really expensive-"

He bit his tongue and turned around before he decided to take that, and he kept swiftly looking around, soon spotting (M/n)'s bedroom door open. His mind flashed with all the small but valuable things he has seen in there while getting his brains fucked, and taking a deep breath to steady his speeding heartbeat, he walked in.

Mammon didn't have to search around for long, because on top of the desk, very obviously in plain sight, there was a small pile of cash. He didn't think much of how it was placed, it was almost as if it had huge arrows pointing at it, and a megaphone repeating 'Money! Right here, Mammon!' over and over again.

Everyone knows that Mammon isn't the brightest of the bunch, and he's aware of that, and tries to be better, it just... never works.

Rushing without a care in the world, Mammon placed his hands on the money and grabbed it, but before he could react, the trap had been activated, the money disappearing as it was never there, he tried to move closer to look around to find it, but as he bent over the desk, he got trapped in a spell. A magic wall.

Now he realized he fucked up.

(M/n) came out of the bathroom, and saw the living room empty, so he knew his plan might've worked, he just had to find Mammon, and by the sounds coming through the slightly open door of his room, he didn't have to look for long.

There, he saw Mammon struggling to try and break free from the grip the magic wall had on him, but it really wasn't working, even more, since the spell (M/n) used disabled the abilities of who it catches, so Mammon really wasn't getting out of there. And while trashing around, Mammon had seen over his shoulder through the invisible wall.

And that takes us to the present.

"(M/n), how nice it is seeing you! Could you please help me?" The (h/c) haired demon stayed silent for a few seconds, enjoying the flustered look on Mammon's face after being caught, and soon a smirk grew on his face, reaching his hand down to unbuckle his belt.

"You need punishment, love."

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"M-master, please... I-I can't cu-cum anymore~," Mammon's words were slurred, his eyes rolling into the back of his head with every hard thrust inside him, hitting and stimulating his prostate endlessly, his hands gripping the desk, leaving the scratch marks of his nails on the dark wood.

(M/n) kept a tight grip on Mammon's hips, using his magic to create a phantom hand that would grip his white hair, pulling it and keeping his head up.

"You should've thought twice before trying to take my money, darling," (M/n) slowed down his thrusts, his hips flushed against Mammon's, every inch of his cock buried deep inside him.

"Fuck~!" Mammon's voice came out an octave higher, his legs trembling, his dick twitching and oozing cum, "I'm sorry, please! I won't... I won't do it again, Master~"

(M/n) made the phantom hand turn Mammon's head a little toward him, their faces almost pressed together through the wall, "You mean it?" Mammon nodded frantically, tears filling his eyes and drool slowly dripping down the corners of his mouth.

"Please, I'm sorry... please please I can't-" his words were mumbled, sounding almost like a babble, and (M/n) was enjoying the view of an overstimulated Mammon, maybe a little too much.

"You want me to let you go?" Mammon whimpered and nodded, whining a small 'yes~' as his hands desperately gripped the desk harder, his legs were trembling so much he was glad (M/n) and the wall was holding him up, "Make me cum then."

(M/n)'s words were followed by hard, deep thrusts, filling every inch of Mammon's pulsating insides, making him cry out with pleasure, cum just leaking from his cock and his body shaking from the feeling of his prostate being pounded. He was fully crying now, tears sliding down his face and neck, some drops falling to the ground he was standing on.

Mammon's mouth was wide open, releasing lewd moans and whines, his eyes closing every few seconds, his eyelashes soaked with his tears.

What a pretty sight~

The phantom hand released Mammon's hair, sticking its fingers in his mouth instead. Mammon moaned around the digits in his mouth, and with slow motions, the hand started finger-fucking his mouth, making the demon choke on his moans and drool.

Knowing about Mammon's small oral fixation was a nice detail (M/n) casually found out, and hearing Mammon's muffled moans, getting louder and louder just made him feel accomplished, especially when he felt Mammon clenching around his cock every time the fingers went to far back in his throat.

He really liked this fucked dumb Mammon, so maybe he'll start leaving money out everywhere where the greedy demon could try and take it. Just maybe.

(What the fuck did I just write 💀 this is the worst)

(I ran out of ideas, if you didn't realize 🙃)

[cherrieflavouredheadcanons]

Oh memories

Getting sent back in time hurts even more if the person you love has no memories of you, yet you remember everything.

Warnings: Emotional hurt, No comfort, crying, you basically go through your phone and remember sweet moments with your boyfriend you can’t have anymore.

Auhtors note: So as Satan is my favourite character, and Nightbringer is making me sad with some of the moments. I decided how to better cope that than with writing a small one shot. Also english is not my first language nor have I written for Obey me before but I hope you all enjoy this anyway!

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You were lying in your bed in Cacytus hall, wide awake during the middle of the night scrolling through your camera roll.

It held pictures that now were more dear to you than ever before.

Whenever night came your thoughts were flooded with memories of the past, or rather the future, the time which you are originally from.

Solomon did his best to distract you during the evenings the two of you spend together.

He often offered you that he would take over the cooking so you could enjoy the evening after a stressful day of being a demon babysitter, luckily you always convinced him to either let yourself cook or to just order food, him still not catching onto the fact that you are doing everything in your power to hinder him from cooking.

The small smile that had begun to form on your face at that thought quickly fell as you scrolled to the next photo on your phone. It was a candid shot Asmo had taken of you and Satan as you were cuddling in the blondes room.

He had one arm wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close to him, a book in his other hand, though his grip on it was loose as he had fallen asleep along with you. His head was resting on yours, a content smile on both of your faces.

You felt tears well up in your eyes as you quickly scrolled further, though that only made it worse.

It was a selfie you and Satan took together, both of you had fake cat ears on your heads. You were smiling brightly in the camera, while he looked at you with a look on his face as if you had hung the stars upon the night sky.

Scrolling one more time, the photo now was one you took of him. He was gently holding a cat in his arms, cooing at the small ball of fur. You still remembered this day well. The two of you went to a cat cafe, and basically fell in love with a small black and white kitten that had a black nose. It was the one Satan was holding in the picture. It was so cute both of you couldn't help but to try and take it to the House of Lamentation with you. Sadly you were caught by Lucifer when your jacket began meowing. 

Tears were now streaming down your face you wondered if you and Satan would ever be like this again? Now whenever he looked at anyone he was full of rage and anger, a look you only saw a few times before, and it had never been directed at you ever since the two of you had started dating. Now it was directed at everyone he came across, be it Lucifer, Asmodeus or you.

Of course you understood that he had basically been just born. He was confused and angry about his own existence, afterall he was the manifestation of someone elses emotions.

You weren’t upset or disappointed with him for acting like this towards you, how could you? He only knows this one emotion and can not control it yet, nor does he even know what other emotions felt like.

Though you did wonder, would you really be able to form a pact with him like this, so you could go back to the Satan you knew and called yours?

Would you even be able to get close to Satan like this? You may seem like a demon to everyone else, but you were still just a human. And Solomon never taught you a “Calm a wrath demon down so you can form a pact” spell.

Putting your phone aside you hugged one of your pillows close to your chest. 

If you were in the present you’d now be snuggled against Satan as he holds you close and reads to you so you could fall asleep.

Burying your face in the pillow you were holding you began to sob. You missed these moments with Satan so much. You just wanted him to hold you again and tell you everything will be okay and that he is here for you.

You really hoped you would be able to somehow work all this out as fast as you can, so you can stop being a demon attendant and go back to your time, and back to your Satan.

Your hand unconsciously went to rub the place where Satan’s pact mark used to be, somehow the action still can provide you with a certain sense of calm, despite the mark and pact being gone and having to be reforged.

Closing your eyes as you were starting to fall asleep you hoped that at least tonight you wouldn’t have nightmares of failing your task and Satan never loving you again.

Though just like every other night since travelling back in time, you would be bound to have nightmares, only to have to pretend to be fine in the morning when you had to take care of the seven brothers.

[your-next-daydream]

Diavolo with a ghost child!reader that can't read, speak, or write? The kid never really learned how to and Diavolo just found them some day he was (finally) allowed a break.

If you need a specific gender the reader can be genderfluid/non-binary with they/them pronouns

I find this idea absolutely adorable, I am happy to bring it to reality. And I apologize this took me so long I was quite a bit busy.

All of my work is gender neutral unless otherwise needed.

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Very confused when a child spirit started wandering around the castle.

He's seen spirits quite often around the castle...but not one so young?

Barbatos tells him not to talk to the spirits much, or if he does then not to say too much and to be polite.

He couldn't resist this time, you were just too cute.

He came up to you after watching you from afar and was just wondering why you wouldn't speak to him.

He was a little nerved for a bit until you shook your head at him.

"you can't speak?" He questioned you lightly. When you nodded your head he beamed.

"well I'm going to teach you!"

And that's how your relationship started with the demon prince as your tutor!

Less than a week later he went to Barbatos and convinced him to do it...he wasn't the best teacher. Thus with Barbatos as your mentor you slowly learned how to speak! Barbatos started you off on basic greetings and how to be polite. Since you are attached to the castle you'll probably bump into someone with high status from time to time.

From time to time though there would be times where you would just forget that you can talk now. Or you just wouldn't in general. Diavolo understood and waited until you felt talkative or would just sit with you. Tried to find ways where you could play with certain objects or maybe color but realized you couldn't. That's okay, just point where you want a specific color or item to go and he'll try for you if he has time!

All and all having him around is a lot of fun and he tries to help you the best he can. He's a busy man but he'll make time for you if it can be allowed.

[otakusheep15]

Obey Me Flufftober Day 31

Prompt: Haunted House

Pairing: all (separate) x reader (gender neutral) (platonic Luke)

Word count: 3,321

A/n: You guys voted, and surprise 3 won, meaning I get to write about everyone in a haunted house! I still don't know how I managed to make it through yet another October, but I'm very proud of the work I've done this month. As a reminder, my inbox is almost always open if anyone wants to send in a request. My fandom list is on my pinned post, so if you have any suggestions, feel free to ask!

Lucifer

He is not scared in the slightest, and it's actually very funny to watch. Like, the scare actors try so hard to get him to jump, and it does not work at all.

Lucifer is definitely the type to critique the design of the house. He'll talk about how a decoration is inaccurate or a prop is out of place. Truly a menace indeed.

I feel like he would be so into grilling the details of the house that it would be easy to scare him in this moment. None of the scare actors get him, but if you or one of his brothers sneaks up on him, he will jump. Then he'll deny it ever happened of course.

His main priority is watching over you. If you're scared of haunted houses or if you're just jumpy in general, he'll hide you behind him and threaten any actors who try to scare you. If you're not scared, he still keeps a close eye on you as you run around with the others, though he's a little less protective since you can handle yourself.

None of the scare actors particularly like him because of how he is in the house, but at least he's not as chaotic as his brothers, so he gets a minute pass.

Mammon

Scared, horrified, running away from literally everything.

Poor Mammon would not last two second in a haunted house. He'd be so cocky beforehand, bragging about how brave and cool he is, and then immediately gets scared by a creaky door or something.

Scare actors love him because of how easily frightened he is. Mammon practically jumps ten feet in the air anytime someone jumpscares him.

However, Mammon does have quick reflexes, so he might accidentally punch an actor in the face and get banned for life, so make sure he avoids that.

Regardless of how brave you are in this situation, Mammon is clinging to you for dear life. If you're also a scardy-cat like him, then the two of you cower behind Lucifer the whole time to avoid the jumpscares. If you're braver than him, he'll pretend to be your knight in shining armor to impress you, immediately gets scared, and hides behind you for the rest of the night.

Once getting out, he'll deny ever being scared, but Levi got everything on tape, so no amount of denying will erase it.

Leviathan

You'd think he'd be scared, you you'd be so wrong. This kind of thing is like a paradise to Levi.

He loves all things horror, so haunted houses are definitely his jam. Yeah, he does get jumpscared easily, but that's all part of the fun to him. He loves it when the scare actors manage to get him, and he'll compliment them on how well they're doing before moving on.

If he's allowed to record, you best believe he is vlogging every last detail. Levi def has a Deviltube channel, and he will post the entire thing, including everyone else getting scared.

Levi will absolutely cling to your side the entire time. If you're scared by haunted houses, he might make fun of you a bit for being a normie, but he doesn't mean anything by it. This might actually be one of the few times you'll ever see confident Levi. He'll walk in front of you and tell you when he thinks a scare might come up, as he's pretty good at predicting those sorts of things. If you're also a lover of haunted houses, the two of you are having so much fun. You're so hyped up, running around and trying to find all of the hidden details and scare actors.

Levi's probably one of the best to go to a haunted house with, as he's one of the few who actually understands proper haunted house etiquette, plus he's one of the few who actually enjoys this kind of thing.

Satan

Do not, and I repeat, do not take him to a haunted house ever. It will end in disaster for everyone.

Satan hates being jumpscared. As much as he hates to admit it, he is surprisingly jumpy, so him and haunted houses do not mix. When he gets scared, he gets mad, and Satan mad is never good. He will go on an absolute tear and destroy the whole haunted house.

But, let's assume he wouldn't do such a thing. As long as he doesn't get scared, Satan is pretty good company for a haunted house. He likes exploring all of the different rooms and looking for any hidden details.

If you really wanna have fun, you should take him to a haunted escape room instead. That way, he can focus more on the puzzles and the problem solving and less on the scares.

Satan is also good company if you're afraid of haunted houses. He'll protect you from anything scary, and if he senses a scare is about to happen, he'll hide you so you don't have to see it. However, if you enjoy haunted houses, Satan is content to let you do your own thing while he stays a bit behind. If you're with a group, he prefers to stay in the back and hang out there, but if it's just the two of you, he'll walk behind you while you lead the charge.

Asmodeus

He has a love-hate relationship with haunted houses. On the one hand, Asmo hates being scared. He does not like scary movies, books, games, or any other work of horror. On the other hand, he can appreciate the time and effort put into haunted houses, especially when it comes to wardrobe and makeup. While it may not be his personal style, he loves all of the little details inthe scare actors' costumes and makeup, and will compliment them.

He's another one to vlog his haunted house experience if he's allowed to. Honestly, even if he weren't allowed, he probably would anyway, resulting in him getting kicked out. Playing the influencer card would not help him here.

Asmo does jump easily, but he is also good at recovering quickly in order to save face, so even if he is scared, you barely notice before he's back to his usual self.

If you're jumpy like him, the two of you will hide together. this is especially true when you're in a group because you will be hiding in the middle like a protective shield. If you like haunted houses, Asmo will ramp up the drama and make you into his knight and shining armor. He'll pretend to faint so that you'll catch him, he'll cling to your arm, etc. etc. It's actually quite cute as long as it's something you enjoy as well.

Beelzebub

He's actually a lot of fun in a haunted house. I imagine that a lot of the scare actors would actually be afraid of him considering how intimidated he looks and how he keeps commenting about how edible some of the scenery looks.

Beel is kinda bored since he's hard to scare, but he still enjoys walking around. As long as he has something to snack on, he's good with being in a haunted house for a bit.

If you're going with a group, Beel will kinda become the leader by default since he's big enough to be a shield for some of the jumpers like Mammon and Asmo. If it's just the two of you, he'll stick by you and will hold your hand if you'd like him to.

If you're someone who is easily frightened, he'll protect you. You can stand behind him and cling to his shirt while he guides you through the house. Beel will most likely glare at actors who scare you, but he knows that it's their job, so he doesn't do much more than that.

Conversely, if you're someone who likes haunted houses, he's more than happy to let you lead the way. Watching you get all excited whenever a jumpscare happens makes him smile, and he loves seeing you so happy.

Belphegor

This demon thrives in haunted houses. They are actually his natural habitat, but you didn't hear that from me.

Belphie is also an absolute menace. Scare actors hate him because he makes it his mission to scare them first. He's been kicked out of several haunted houses because of this, but he just keeps going back anyways.

When he's with a group, he'll usually stick towards the back, or he'll have someone carry him so that he can sleep. When he's just with you, he'll either drag along behind you if he's tired, or lead you if he's more awake and interested.

If you're not fond of haunted houses or if you're more jumpy, he'll stay in front of you, but not much more than that. He still laughs when you get scared, but he'll hold your hand for the rest of the way and comfort you when you get outside. He'd apologize for laughing, but he'd do it again the next time anyways. Not out of malice though; that's just how he is.

If you're a fan of haunted houses, you and Belphie have a blast. Just makes sure you keep him from getting kicked out again. You two run around and explore and have the best time. Like Satan, he'd also enjoy a haunted house themed escape room. The three of you hanging out and doing an escape room is the idea hangout.

Diavolo

Absolutely obsessed with haunted houses. Like, this man is having the most fun you've ever seen. He's like a child experiencing his first haunted house, and it's adorable. It's also most likely accurate, as he doesn't get out much and probably hasn't actually experienced one before.

Dia is a major extravert, so he's very good when in a group. He's not very jumpy, and actually laughs when the actors try to scare him, so he's good for leading the charge and protecting everyone else. If it's just the two of you, Diavolo will make sure you're having the most fun you possibly can.

If you dislike haunted houses, Diavolo will make sure you're safe at all times. He'll hide you behind him and keep you away from all possible jumpscares. It's nice to see him so protective, but it's also intimidating to the scare actors, as the last thing they want is to accidentally upset this man or his partner.

If you like haunted houses, then he'll be so excited. He's dragging you around to any and all haunted houses he can find and he's having the time of his life with you. Watching you have fun is also fun for him.

Barbatos

Chaos. Absolute chaos. One scare actor tries to jumpscare him and suddenly they can no longer be found. he denies everything of course, but you know.

Barbatos hates being scared. Can he sense a scare coming from a mile away? Yes. Does he still somehow get scared anyway? Also yes. He actually hates haunted houses, but he'll never let anyone know. He's super good at hiding it, and by hiding it, I mean hiding the bodies of the scare actors he accidentally kills when they scare him just a bit too much.

If you don't like haunted houses, then that's perfect for him. Instead, he'll gladly stand outside with you while your group goes inside. He's definitely the themepark mom who stands outside of all the attractions and holds the bags for everyone, and that's especially true here. please stand outside with him and keep him company. He's actually very embarrassed about it, even if he won't show it.

If you want to go into the haunted house, he'll begrudgingly agree as well. He stays quiet, and you'll never know how scared he is. Like I said, he's great at keeping his fear hidden, and he's also good at predicting jumpscares, but it's one thing to predict a scare and another to be prepared for it.

Please show him some mercy and just let him stay outside. He needs a break, plus it would keep the poor scare actors alive as well, so it's a win-win for everyone.

Simeon

The confused but happy-to-be-there grandpa. He's having a good time, but he doesn't really understand the point of a haunted house. When he gets scared, he jumps then laughs it off and talks about how good the actor got him, and it's actually very cute.

Haunted houses aren't much his scene, but he doesn't mind them. Simeon isn't very jumpy, but he does get scared on occasion if it's a particularly good one. He's also the type to pretend to be scared because he'd feel bad. It's the actor's job after all, so he wants them to succeed. It's actually very adorable.

If you dislike haunted houses, he understands and would gladly stand outside with you if you need. However, if you go in anyways, he'd let you hide behind him. Simeon is a bit chaotic, so he might try to scare you himself, but not too bad. Plus, he'd protect you from the actual scares, so it's not too bad.

If you enjoy haunted houses, Simeon is more than happy to stay behind you while you lead the way. He's not scared, but he'd much rather you take the brunt of the jumpscares so that he can simply enjoy his time with you.

Luke

He tries so hard to be brave, and it does not work at all. Luke would refuse to go in without Simeon with him, and he'd cling to him the entire time. He would also stay with you because he trusts you to keep him safe.

Please keep him away from the brothers. They will make it their mission to scare poor Luke, so keep an eye on them just in case. Also make sure Luke stays somewhere in the middle of the group so that he can avoid as many jumpscares as possible.

Like I said, Luke would try so hard to put on a brave face. He'd march in all tough-looking and would immediately get scared by the opening scare.

Ideally, he would just hang out outside with Barbatos and Simeon, but he'd go in for you. He wants to look tough for you if no one else because he looks up to you so much. This is especially true if you're scared as well, as he wants you to feel like he can protect you as your guardian angel.

However, if you're not scared, he will hide behind you. He tries to convince you he's not scared and that he's just protecting your back, but you both know the truth. Just take pity on him and hype him up so that he gains some confidence.

Solomon

Another menace. He's casting small spells here and there to create extra scares that never existed. He's out here scaring the scare actors because no one knows how that prop got there, meanwhile he's just goofing off. His main targets are Asmo and Barbs since they're his pactmates, but he's an equal opportunist menace, and he will go after anyone.

You're not safe either. You thought that because he loves you that you would be safe, but you're so wrong. He actively targets you more because he loves you. Nothing too major of course, but he is a prankster by nature, and this is no exception. He's out here scaring you more than the actors.

If you're genuinely scared, he won't add onto that too much. Maybe on little prank here and there, but just to make you laugh rather than to scare you.

However, if you enjoy being scared, he is not holding back. Solomon will go all out, and at this point, he's going to put the scare actors out of a job. It's silly, but please tell him to tone it down before he gets banned. Not that he'll care, but still.

Thirteen

Yet another menace. However, she's a nice menace. Thirteen is the type to force someone else to be at the front so that they get the brunt of the scares. She will also fight with Solomon the entire time, but that's how she usually is anyways.

Thirteen isn't jumpy at all, so none of the scares get her. However, she'll sometimes pretend to be scared because she thinks it's fun for her. She also likes to scare the actors back, so she's also one who'll get kicked out of haunted houses for messing with them.

She will bully Mammon for being scared and actively make sure he's even more scared with her own tricks. It's a little mean, but it is also very funny, and the video Levi gets is golden.

If you're easily scared, she will tone it down a bit for your sake. Unlike Solomon, she won't try to scare you at all, instead focusing more on making sure you're okay. If needed, she will stay outside with you, even if she really wants to go inside. She'd do anything to make you comfortable, even at the sacrifice of her own enjoyment.

However, if you're like her, you two will probably get arrested. She will drag you into so many pranks, and it's so much fun. Just make sure you stay away from Lucifer and Barbatos lest they punish you. Also, like I said, you might get arrested or kicked out, but she doesn't care.

Mephistopheles

Surprisingly not scared that much. He might jump a bit, but it's barely a reaction at all. He's actually so bland it's sad. Like, he doesn't get into chaos, but he also isn't jumpy. Mephisto kinda just exists within the group. The most he'll do is make fun of the ones who do get scared, which might end up in a fight, but that's it.

He wouldn't mind hanging out outside with Barbatos, but he'd prefer being inside to stay with Diavolo (simp).

If you were scared, he'd stay by you and let you hold his arm. He hides you when he senses a scare coming on, and if anyone bullies you, he will fight them. It's a sweet gesture, but the extra yelling doesn't help.

If you enjoy being in the house, he's fine letting you go off on your own. He'll look after you from afar, but he won't bother you too much so that you can have your own fun. He'd join you if you want him to, but if not, he'd rather hang back and just enjoy walking through the house.

Raphael

Stoic. Calm. Not scared at all. It's actually the scariest part of this adventure. Like, he shows zero emotion when in the haunted house. No one knows how, but they fear him greatly.

He'd probably prefer to be one of the ones to stay out of the house and hang out at the entrance, but if you want him to go, he will.

He tries his best to keep the group in line, but he fails miserably. It's just him, Lucifer, and Barbatos suffering in silence while the group causes chaos around them.

If you're afraid, he'd gladly stay outside with you. He'd hang out and wait for the group with you and that would make him so happy. However, if you did go in, Raphael is your best protector. He keeps you away from any and all jumpscares and will not let you out of his sight until it's over.

If you're not scared, he'd still go in with you, but he'd be less protective. He would be fine letting you go off and have fun, but he'd still keep an eye on you just to make sure you're staying out of trouble. If he senses you causing chaos, he will step in and tell you to calm down, but he still wants you to have fun, so he tries his best to be lenient.

[sunflowerrosewood]

Not A Scum ~ Obey Me! Mammon

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

On to the one shot!

You were the other human transfer student and since became close with all the demon brothers. Mammon was the one you find the closest. He was, as you would say, your first. But even being the first one to make a pact with, you still thought of Mammon as your crush. And while you had an obvious crush on him, so much so that Belphie and Beelzebub would tease you about it, Mammon's crush on you wasn't as apparent.

You knew something strange was coming up when Mammon began to avoid you. It was shortly after some rowdy demons tried to kill you and Lucifer and Mammon protected you. But they did not take into the account of one that disappeared and then stabbed you in the shoulder. 

Lucifer immediately killed that demon and Mammon was yelling because the demon made the injury bubble and burn. It scared him. What you did not know was that Mammon blamed himself. If he hadn't dragged you to the cafe for a drink and left you alone, you wouldn't be in this mess. 

The burn was not as bad but Diavolo made you take the next couple of weeks off. Luckily Diavolo set something up where you could get your classwork similar to Levi and Belphie. Luke and Simeon do check on you other than the brothers. Speaking of the brothers, every single one of them checked on you except Mammon. While it was nice to see them worried, Mammon is usually the first to be there. 

You tried checking in by texting but you would just get the read message. And after a week of being waited on, you could get up and go to him. So you decided to put on some sweats and go outside. You could hear the Asmo, Mammon, Satan, and Levi in the halls so you decided to wait and listen. 

"How is she?" Mammon asked. 

"She seems to be doing fine with homework. The burn is healing nicely. She should be moving soon." Satan said nonchalantly.

"No thanks to you." Levi snapped. 

"What do you mean?" Mammon growled.

"What Levi is saying because thanks to you scum, Y/n was hurt. You left and she was hurt. Lucifer knew something would go wrong but you had to be greedy like usual. Now you didn't even check on her to see if she was okay like you didn't care. You are truly a scum." Asmodeus said as you could see Mammon's fist clench. 

"I was ashamed and thought Y/n would be upset with me." Mammon growled. 

"She would have been happier if you showed up." Levi growled. 

You noticed the three brothers walk away from Mammon. Mammon was looking down and pulled out his phone. You were lucky your phone was on vibrate because you saw you finally got a message from Mammon. He walked in his room afterwards.

Mammon: how are you?

You: I'm doing better now. I'm walking around.

Mammon: Sorry I haven't been by

Mammon: Do you mind if I come by now?

Mammon: I understand if you don't want me to

You: Come on by

You: I've missed you

End…

As soon as you sent your message, you heard a soft knock on your door. You got up and opened the door and could see that Mammon's gold eyes were dark. He looked ashamed and sad. Your heart felt like someone stuck a stake in it. 

"Mammon, is everything okay?" You asked softly. 

“I’m sorry Y/n for not checking up on you.” He said as you tugged him over to your bed.

“Why did you stay away from me?” You asked even though you had a good feeling what the answer would be.

You had never seen Mammon so hurt before. But even though you tried to usher him to sit on the bed, he bent down on his knees in front of you. You noticed his hands were shaking as he touched where you got your wound.

“May I see?” Mammon asked, avoiding the other question. 

You lifted your shirt and the gash where the demon had attacked had softened to just one pink streak on your side. Luckily Luke and Simeon made a medicine to heal it quickly. Mammon touched the wound on your side and you heard a soft whimper. When you looked down, Mammon had his face on your lap near the wound. 

“Mammon please tell me what is wrong.” You begged as Mammon touched his pact mark along the inner side of your left wrist. He pulled his head up and you saw tear streaks down his face. 

“I truly am a scumbag.” Mammon croaked as you felt his hand rubbing your pact mark. “I’m supposed to protect you. All I do is get you hurt and one of the other boys has to clean it up.”

“Mammon please look at me.” You said as his gold eyes met your e/c eyes.

“Y/n?” He questioned as you threw your arms around him and hugged him. You felt him stiffen not being used to contact. 

“Mammon you are not a scum or scumbag. Sure when we first met, it wasn’t the most pleasant. But now you brag about you being my first member to make a pact and it is something I cherish.” You said as Mammon tried to break the hug. “You made a mistake. We all do. But that will not make me love you any less.”

“Of course you would love me.” He said trying to show off but you felt his body shake. 

“Mammon, I know you aren’t okay. But I do promise you that I love you so much.” You said as you felt him hug you back.

“I’m sorry Y/n. I’m sorry. I promise I will take better care of you. I will protect you. I love you too Y/n.” Mammon rambled out as you pulled him onto your bed. 

The two of you stayed in each other’s arms for a few hours. The other brothers ended up peeking in to see. They did give Mammon hell for not checking up on you because they knew how much you loved him. And they didn’t like to see you upset and seeing Mammon beating himself up over it. They knew that since you two finally accepted each other’s feelings that it won’t be so one sided anymore. It also helped to hear each other’s worries and comfort.

[onlinekitsune]

ೃ⁀➷ PAIRING, GENRE, WARNINGS: mammon/gn! reader, hurt/comfort, protective mammon, also loving and affectionate mammon, warnings for: bullying, mostly like rumors around reader, nothing graphic, physical, or detailed

ೃ⁀➷ SYNOPSIS: nothing could prepare you for attending a school mostly made for demons. you didn't know what to expect or what not to expect. however, having rumors spread around you wasn't anywhere near your guesses. you'd thought that was just a human thing, clearly you were wrong. you kept them just between yourself and strayed away from the brothers. never expecting the impact that it would have on one brother in particular.

ೃ⁀➷ WRITER’S NOTE: hello my beloveds!! i hope you are doing well!! i wanted to throw a lil thing out real quick. i'm still working on the cyoa, it should be out soon!! also wtf i never expected to hit 1k on ANY of my posts or even be close to 200 followers! it's a small achievement i suppose, but i started this blog out of impulse! and never intended to have people to enjoy my content, so i truly do appreciate it! also also i redid a taglist thing, if anyone is interested! no pressure! just thought i should maybe have one? i love u all mwah

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Your only company in the classroom was a single ray of moonlight peeking through the window. You scoffed at yourself for letting silly rumors get to you. You should’ve been used to them, especially going to an all human school. Atlas, here you were wasting your time hiding in classrooms. You didn’t want to burden any of the brothers with your problems. Although, you wouldn’t know if they’d be able to tell. Even so you didn’t want to drag their names along with yours. There was enough attention between you all when people found out you lived with them. You swung your feet, frustrated at how sensitive you were. Studying, that'd get my mind out of this gutter. You swung open the first textbook in your stack. It was about Curses and Hexes. The thought of using these against your classmates wove through your mind. You browsed through like they were some sort of catalog.

“Oi, there ya are! Where have ya been? Why are ya here still?” Mammon bombarded. You stumbled in your seat, dropping the book onto the ground. You would’ve followed if it wasn’t for Mammon’s quick reflexes. He held on your chair, raising an eyebrow.

“M-Mammon? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be home by now”

“Coulda ask you the same thing! You’re studyin’ here? You could do that back home.” He replied, still right beside you. You tried to control your nervousness, but you felt your heart pound with every second. You avoided his gaze and hesitated. Guilt began to settle in, realizing he was looking for you.

“Yeah. I just, got caught up. You can go ahead, I’ll follow soon.” You laughed. It was hard recognizing your own voice. You just hoped it’d be enough for Mammon. He let go of your chair and moved from your view. You let out a soft breath, as you clutched your book.

“Did I do somethin’ wrong?”

“Huh?” You let out, turning around. Mammon stood behind you, facing the door. He shuffled around, to face you. There was an odd look of worried splattered across his face.

“You’ve been actin’ weird these few days. You’ve avoiding everyone, but, specially me. Did ya just forget we walk back home together? I didn’t say anything bad right? Did-“

“It’s nothing to do with you, Mammon.” You interrupted. Your finger fidgeted along the points of the pages. You didn’t consider how this would of effected them. Silence fell upon hearing footsteps from outside of the classroom.

“... can't believe a human like them, is getting special treatment... like it's really annoying how... they're kinda weird too haha... living at the house of lamentation? ugh! why them... hate living with a human...”

Their words cut in and out like an lost signal. You sighed, just relieved they didn’t enter the room. On the other hand, Mammon was fuming. No one had the right to bad mouth you. He teased you but that was just a friendly thing! He gritted his teeth, heading towards the voices. You had the moment to grab his wrist, pulling him back. “Wait. Mammon, don’t.”

“Why? They shouldn’t be sayin’ things like that! Specially ‘bout you!” He spat, glaring towards the door. His protectiveness pulled on your heartstrings.

“It’s whatever, just don’t get involved.. please.” You whispered, slightly tugging him away from the door. He turned to look at you. Your eyes were soft, and full of worry. And yet the shined so bright along with the moonlight. It was almost as if the light was there just to accompany them.

“Is this why you’ve been weird?” He asked. You felt your soul sink a pit in your stomach. The look on your face was enough of an answer to him. You dropped your head down, defeated by yourself.

“I…I didn’t want to drag you into this. It’s stupid. I’m sorry.” You muttered. You tried holding back the tears but they puddled along your waterline. "I wanted to be able to leave you all out of it." Mammon stood silent but still stood beside you. Your tears ended up pattering along the floor, spread around your feet. Being so vulnerable and open made you feel absolutely mortified. You didn't want anyone to know about this, and even worse, let anyone see you cry about it.

“It’s not stupid.” He replied, placing a hand on your own. You didn't realize that you had your hand still wrapped around his wrist. "Anyone would be upset."

"Mammon, I'm not a child. I should be able to just push these stupid rumors away. I'm just too sensitive."

"There ain't anything wrong with that. It's okay to be sensitive... it's actually a little refreshing." Mammon replied, falling into a murmur. His cheeks flushed a soft shade of red. "It's like comforting."

You tilted your head. It was a bit odd to see such a timid version of Mammon. "I-"

"We all love you! So, hiding from us only hurts everyone. I'm your first, so hiding from me... is just unbelievable! Ya should be able to come to me 'bout anything!" He blurted, grabbing ahold of both of your hands. You froze at the sudden change. Mammon was not the best at showing his emotions. But, here he was trying his best to pour out his heart to you. You'd be lying if you said it wasn't working. Even if he wasn't the best at words, the thought really shined through. A smile slowly made it's way through you. You squeezed Mammon's hands.

"I love you too. Thank you. I.. didn't mean to worry you." You nervously laughed. The silence fell through again, as the two of you just stood in each other's presence. Your eyes glanced between your hands intertwined and Mammon's expression. He shifted his head a bit, looking around. But before you could say anything, he'd already moved in to kiss you. It was quick but unexpectedly soft.

"Sorry! I shoulda asked? I'm sorry!"

You could only laugh at how stupidly cute he could be sometimes. You pulled him into a hug. You didn't expect this to be an outcome of what today had in store, but you'd take it. It was better than crying in a classroom.

"Stop apologizing, and... kiss me again."

[ashriverr]

Laying on Lucifer’s chest in his bed, your face buried in his shirt. It’s nighttime and you can faintly hear the sounds of the nocturnal Devildom creatures outside. Lucifer gently and slowly traces constellations onto your back. You try to guess each one, letting out an irritated huff when you’re incorrect. He corrects you, teasing you a bit in the process.

“I love you,” you admit for the first time in your relationship after a moment of silence. Lucifer’s tracing pauses and you can barely hear the sharp intake of a breath. You pull yourself up and look into the demon’s crimson eyes.

“Say that again,” he breathes, eyes wide.

“I love you, Lucifer.” He places a hand on your cheek and strokes a thumb across your skin. The outside noise fades away and it’s suddenly just the two of you in this moment. His eyes soften and his lips curve upwards in a smile filled with absolute adoration.

“And I, you.” He pulls you in for a kiss, and your heart bursts like a star in the night sky.

[acaribeau]

Levi’s dolls

A little creepy shortfic based in a chat. A little crack-horror fic but it's mostly a hc.

gn!reader-platonic or romantic, SFW, 1.3k words

I went to Levi’s room when he called me. He had asked me to help him move the real size figurine that he had ordered from Akuzon by accident without Lucifer noticing. I knocked his door.

“Password”

“It’s me Levi”

“Are you alone?”

“Yeah”

He opened the door and quickly pulled me inside.

“Did someone see you?”

“I don’t think… Woah! that is huge. It’s over 2 meters.”

“I know! I didn’t see the measurements! My Seraphina looks so beautiful in that hunting pose that I just bought it in an instant”

“It is really detailed… and with so little clothes… So, how are we supposed to move this to the entry without being noticed?”

“We won’t. Barbatos will open a portal in my door in… 5 min.”

“Won’t he tell Lucifer?”

“No, I bribed him… but it cost me extra…”

“Is that possible? How much did it cost you? “ He looked really gloomy. It would have cost him a fortune.

“It wasn’t money… I’ll show you later, it’s time.” He opened the door to show a turquoise portal ”Help me with that side, I’ll guide”

This was heavier than I thought.

“So… *pant* Where are we moving it? *pant* Purgatory Hall?”

“No, Lucifer would know. I’m putting it in my castle.”

“In your WHAT?”

I felt the floor disappear under my feet and the sensation of losing a step in a stair made me jump a little. I put the statue on the floor and looked at Levi.

“Did you say castle? Do you have a castle?”

I looked around. This was like staying in a well illuminated cave, a little chill and the floor was polished directly from the same rock that the roof and walls were made of.

“Yeah, each of us have a castle in their ring. They don’t come often to mine because it’s underwater, who would want to come to this humid and stinky place, right?”

Moments like this remind me that my demons are lords and how filthy rich they are. The room was even bigger than the dining room in the house of lamentation, 5 rows of glass shelves filled with all types of collectibles that I could imagine.

“Your collection is incredible Levi… And this place is so beautiful”

“Do you think?” He was flushed and avoiding my gaze “C-Come on, he-help me put it in its place, the portal will close in an hour and I have to go for Barbatos’ bribe”

We moved the figure to the row closer to the wall, close to another one even bigger than this.

“Wait here, ok? You know my rules, you can see whatever you want, but don’t touch anything”

“I know, I know, don’t worry” I was already looking at all the interesting things. He had 5 katanas!

He jogged to the back of the room, and then he turned quickly.

“Ah! almost forgot. Whatever happens, don’t touch the water!” and then left the room, as if he didn’t just tell me something so ominous…

I continued my exploration. Levi really had one of everything, three of some. Posters, mangas, figurines, he even had a center of entertainment with a gigantic tv and all the consoles I knew in existence in Devildom and earth and some I didn’t even know.

This place was awesome, I couldn’t figure where the lights were, and I felt observed in each step. I supposed it was the little fishes that were swimming in a section of the wall that appeared to be an aquarium without glass.

A little sound distracted me from the colorful 4-eyed fishes

“Hello?” I could just hear my echo… This place was really quiet, even the water didn’t make a sound. Just when I was about to return my atencion to the fishes, I heard it again.

To my left, a little more back in the room, was a heavy orange curtain. Maybe the sound came from there.

When I pulled aside the curtain, I found a couple more statues. An old man with a big white beard that looked from an epic fantasy and a magical girl smiling and posing with her wand. Wow, and I thought the Seraphina was detailed. I could almost see each pore in her skin, her eyes so realistic I felt like she was watching me. The sound began again really close, it sounded… as someone with a gag trying to speak. This thing was definitely moving its eyes!! 

It was looking between me and… something behind me. I turned back…

.

.

.

“Oh! you found my dolls” pfff it was just Levi in demon form “Do you like them?” 

“They are so realistic… Are they enchanted to move?” I could feel a little of magic coming from them.

“No no, the contrary! I have to paralyze them each time I’m out or they cause trouble. I designed her dress myself based on the dress of Yuriko in Magi Magi Police Sun first season. She was the best VA the original series had, her remplacement never got the high notes… Her death was really a tragedy, she got hit by a soup truck. A really ironic death if you consider the mock in chapter 138 season 3… Tho, it was a good luck struck that she decided to kill her best friend for assuring her stellar just a couple of days before the accident… She came directly to my arms as if she were destined to be mine. She is the most valuable anime merchandise I have”

“So… this is the real voice actress?” A chill ran through my body while kept staring at me with her frozen smile. 

“Yeah! If you want to play with her, she could even sing you a private concert! She knows all the routines, even the ones that came after her death, I made sure of that!” 

I saw the curtain that extended through all the wall as far as I could see, a bunch of other “dolls” all in display behind it.

“Are they humans?”

“No no, the correct term is damned. Almost all of them are from my ring, but I traded some. Like this one! He was the author of “The epic of the red goblins”, a classic from the 30’s. I had to fight with Satan for him, but it was worth it! Oh, I could tell you the story of each one of them!... only if you want of course… you don’t find them creepy, right? Mammon says they are scary… as if a normie could understand the passion of an otaku!”

“What is that!?” I was so focused in the dolls that I hadn’t seen before the bright orange thing moving in his hands. It appeared as little tentacles covered in blossoms, its movements were erratic and… a little hypnotic.

“Ah! its Glory coral snake, Barbatos wants to make them tea… It was painful to cut them up, it takes more than 500 hundred years to grow a centimeter… Right! we have to go, the portal will close soon.”

He closed the curtain with his tail and we went to the door.

“All of them are so jealous of you...but… well… who wouldn't? I mean… you are… you”

My sweet snake demon was all flustered all over again. I brushed her cheek with the back of my hand and saw him in the eyes, smiling.

“Come on, you can tell me all about them later, ok?”

He beamed his smile and his eyes sparkled.

“We can begin the anime tonight! You know? Magi Magi Police Sun was the anime's first deconstruction of magical girls and the legendary inspiration for Hana Ruri…”

Bonus:

That afternoon watching Magi Magi Police Sun.

“And what would have happened if I had touched the water?”

“Oh, that would have woken up Lotan”

“Noooo, I wanted to pet Lotan!!!!”

“I already told you, Lotan isn’t a pet. He doesn't want to be petted!”

“Everyone wants to be petted” 😡

I finished a thing!! See guys? and you told me to sleep in the poll... I work better after 20h awake

If you liked my work, please like, reblog and comment. Don't repost please. I'm not native speaker, if you see any typo let me know. My asks and messages are always open for anything!

[fandoms-x-reader]

Clueless

Requested By: @opiopal

Headcannons

Summary: The brothers' trying to confess their love to you; but, you are just a little bit oblivious to their signs of affection.

Lucifer let out a sigh as he rubbed his temples for the tenth time that night. As if on cue, you knocked on the door, carrying a cup of tea. Lucifer smiled softly at you when he noticed your presence, silently inviting you into the study.

You immediately walked in, noticing the large pile of paperwork that was sitting on his desk. They were separated into different piles, sorting the different categories. Mammon’s bills were noticeably the largest pile. 

“Wow, I didn’t even know it was possible to get in that much debt,” you said, handing Lucifer the cup of tea. He let out a small chuckle, raising an eyebrow in agreement.

You sat down in the chair across from him. “Want some help?” you asked, already sliding a pile of paperwork in front of you. You never had any idea what any of the paperwork meant, but you had always been willing to help Lucifer with it.

He watched you as you started reading the top paper of the pile, your eyebrows knitting together as you tried to understand the words. 

Whenever you felt like Lucifer was taking too long to do the paperwork, or when you felt like he needed some time to relax, you came in to offer your services. You knew Lucifer wouldn’t stop until everything was done, so the only option was to help get it done faster.

He politely refused your offer once. But, you were persistent. You stayed in the study with him the whole time he was doing paperwork. You continued to bring him tea and rub his shoulders. Whatever you could do to help. Eventually, you ended up sitting in a chair next to him. You refused to leave the study before he did and ended up falling asleep, your head gently resting against his shoulder.

Lucifer tensed up when he felt your head against his shoulder, but when he looked over at you, he immediately relaxed. He found comfort in your sleeping form, taking in all of your features and how peaceful you looked when you were sleeping.

He wasn’t ready to admit it yet, but you had already stolen his heart. And, having you stay the whole night in his study with him, just to keep him company, only furthered his affections. A human caring for a demon. 

He wanted to laugh at the foolishness of it, but in reality all it did was bring a smile to his face. Because he knew full well he cared about you just as much. 

There was only one problem - getting you to actually admit you had feelings for Lucifer.

He could see your feelings in the intimate moments the two of you shared, the way you always went to him for protection, and the way you always made sure he was taken care of.

Likewise, he tried to make his feelings known by holding your hand when the two of you were walking around town, or asking you to go to dinner with him at the fanciest restaurants. He always did what he could to impress you. 

Yet, whenever he tried to confess his feelings for you - he got nothing back. He would compliment you and you would brush it off. He would tell you he enjoys spending time with you and you would reply nonchalantly, as if his words had no effect on you. Yet your actions towards him sung a different a tune.

Now, here you were, once again, trying to help him with his paperwork. Lucifer couldn’t help but admire you for a moment before walking over to your side.

“So, how do you want me to fill out this one?” you asked him, keeping your eyes trained on the paper. You didn’t mind doing the paperwork on your own, but you wanted to make sure you were doing it right.

So, you frequently asked him how he wanted it done. He would come to your side just like this and point certain sections out, explaining what to write in each one.

But, there was a different idea on Lucifer’s mind today.

He gently took your hand from the paper, causing you to look at him and the second your eyes meet, he tells you, “I love you.”

It’s very straightforward, as always. He had enough of skirting around his feelings. Whether you felt the same way or not, he needed to tell you once and for all.

You sat there for a moment after he said those words, and he respectfully gave you all of the time you needed to process.

Lucifer…loved you.

It made sense now that he said it. He was always more kind and caring when it came to you. He always prioritized your needs and made sure you were taken care of, and…oh, wait. That’s exactly what you do for him, too. Does that mean?

You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek before telling him, “I love you too.”

To everyone else, yours and Mammon’s feelings for each other were as clear as day. 

You were constantly pining over each other. 

It started out as small glances that were sent in each other’s directions. Then, Mammon wanted to spend all of his time with you. 

The other brothers didn’t think much of it at first. After all, Lucifer did put him in charge of making sure nothing happened to you. So, it only made sense that he was consistently around you.

But, when Mammon started acting jealous when you were around the others, that’s when they picked up on the fact that Mammon had feelings for you.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you when you were with him, and when you weren’t he was always talking about you, or sending you a message telling you to come meet up with him.

It was obvious that the small crush that Mammon had on you had turned into something much more serious when they found out that he had been saving up money to get you a gift. Saving up…Mammon…

The brothers urged Mammon to confess his feelings for you. After all, it was pretty obvious to them that you liked him back.

You were constantly going along with his schemes no matter how silly or dangerous they seemed. Whenever Mammon got into trouble, they could always count on the fact that you would be right there beside him.

Whenever he got punished by Lucifer, you were there to help take care of him and make him feel better. You would cheer him up and almost negate the punishment in the first place. It was worth getting in trouble, if this was the treatment he got from you afterwards.

Not to mention, the countless movie nights you and Mammon had that the brothers had walked in on multiple occasions. You and Mammon were always cuddled up on the couch, under a blanket, his arms wrapping around you. 

But try getting someone who’s clueless when it comes to their feelings and a tsundere to confess their love for each other.

It was an aggravating task, and one the brothers were just about sick of. They were tired of the yearning looks the two of you gave each other. They were tired of you being so close, your arms wrapped around each other, only to go your separate ways and act as if you were just acting lovey dovey moments before. Something had to be done.

You and Mammon were sitting before Lucifer who was giving you both a very long lecture after he found you helping Mammon win at the casino by counting cards.

He was demanding to know which of you came up with the idea in the first place. But, every time he asked the question, he was answered with you and Mammon desperately trying to place the blame on yourselves to keep the other out of trouble.

Lucifer was only getting more angry when you and Mammon both refused to back down. And, what was worse was that the whole house was subject to Lucifer’s yelling which meant that all the brothers had to deal with the lecture as well.

“Oh for the love of - would you two just admit that you love each other already?!” Satan snapped, shutting his book and walking up to the three of you. Mammon was blushing, trying to stutter out an excuse when Satan cut in, “Save you excuses. It’s pretty obvious how you feel about her. When’s the last time you offered to take the blame for someone instead of placing it on them?”

Mammon was at a loss for words, because he knew his brother was right. He can’t remember a time he offered to shoulder the blame so that someone else wouldn’t get in trouble.

“You’re just as bad, Y/N. No matter where he goes or what he’s doing, you always seem to take part in Mammon’s schemes,” Asmo added, joining the scene.

Mammon was blushing furiously as he was being stared down by his brothers. You sure you would have been too. But, your mind was focused on Asmo’s words.

Before you knew it, Mammon was taking your hand and leading you to his room. As soon as you were inside, he closed the door. “Stupid brothers…thinking you have feelings for me,” Mammon muttered, unable to face you as he paced around his room.

But, it was too late. Asmo’s work was already done and the realization of your own feelings was too strong to deny at this point.

“I think…I might,” you admit, not moving from in front of the door. Mammon froze in his spot after hearing your words. He blushed even more as he looked over at you. Did he hear you right?

“What?” he asked softly, approaching you. “I think I might…have feelings for you,” you reiterated. It made sense now why you were always putting yourself in harm's way just to be with Mammon.

Mammon immediately pulled you into him, holding you for a moment before placing a kiss to your forehead.

It was hard for him to admit his feelings, and you were okay with that. As long as he continued to show you them through his actions.

Levi may seem like a nervous wreck when it comes to his emotions, but he is not completely clueless. He might not be able to express his emotions properly, but he has seen enough anime and read enough manga to know when someone has feelings for someone else.

Because of this, it was pretty easy for him to tell when he had feelings for you. At first, you were just the annoying normie that the brothers got stuck with. Then, when you helped him get Mammon to pay him back, he thought you were a bit of a pushover. Who just lets a demon convince them to make a pact with another demon?!

When you beat him in the TSL Showdown, he was angry, but he also realized you weren’t a pushover. You were a force to be reckoned with. You may have been from the human world, but you were not a normie. Which is why he made a pact with you.

After he made that pact, he found himself wanting to spend more and more time with you. A new game came out? He immediately went to you to be his player two. A new manga was released? Come over! You can read it together!

Pretty much anytime something happened that he cared about, he wanted you to be there with him to experience it; and, that’s when he realized his feelings. When he realized everything seemed so much more fun when you were there with him.

Never in a million years would Levi think you shared the same feelings for him. He was too much of an otaku shut-in for you to feel that way. It’s just…every time he asks you to play a game, you show up within minutes just as excited.

And, when you watch anime together, you sit just a bit closer than where a friend would sit. And, you’ve fallen asleep with your head on his shoulder multiple times when you’re reading manga together. So…maybe you could?

You were currently sitting next to him on the couch watching one of Levi’s favorite animes. This was your first time watching it, but he had already seen it multiple times. Which was a good thing, because he was not paying attention to a single word that was being said.

Instead, his attention was on your hand that was resting in between the two of you, inches away from him. He was not the confident type. He was not the type to make the first move. But, he had grown tired of waiting for you to make the first move. And, if you didn’t like it then he would just make an excuse and say he was trying to adjust or something. He’s got this.

Levi reaches his hand out for yours right as you move it away to itch your nose. Levi let out a startled scream. In none of his plans did you pull away from him before his hand touched yours. Now his hand was just being held in the air, unsure where to go.

“Um, what are you doing Levi?” you asked him, focusing your attention on him now as he quickly put his hand down. Play it cool. Play it cool.

“N-Nothing! It’s not like I was trying to hold your hand because I’m totally in love with you or anything!”

Smooth.

Levi was now blushing, looking anywhere but you while you sat there shocked. Memories of yours and Levi’s time spent together flashed through your mind as you felt your own feelings surfacing, and you were finally able to put a name to the emotion you were feeling.

You moved even closer to Levi, gently taking his hand in yours and interlacing your fingers before resting your head on his shoulder. “I love you too, Levi,” you told him.

He will now die from happiness. Thank you.

Satan prides himself on being smart. He has learned many things over his time being alive and he prides himself on the knowledge he has acquired. But, when it comes to emotions, he isn’t nearly as well-versed.

And yet, even though he was completely inexperienced with these feelings, you were even more clueless. You were so wonderfully smart in other things. Sometimes, you even take Satan by surprise with your knowledge. And yet, when it came to your relationship, you were oblivious and it was adorably infuriating.

Satan was sure that you reciprocated his feelings. He had read about love many times over in his countless books. He knew the telltale signs. 

The late nights that you would spend in the library reading with him. The way you always smiled when he entered the room. The way you also came to him for help when you needed some extra tutoring in a class.

You would lie your head on his shoulder while you were reading, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Satan would be blushing the entire time, but when he looked over at you - you remained calm. Did you even realize what you were doing to him?

You were always the one at his door when he was in a fit of rage. You would approach him slowly, taking his hand in yours or sometimes even hugging him. You did whatever you could to calm him down. And, you were never scared because you knew he would never hurt you. If that wasn’t love, he didn’t know what was.

But, you never registered why exactly you would do these things. In your head, you were just close with Satan. 

Satan did everything he could to try and make you understand his feelings for you. He would compliment your appearance and you would thank him, blushing slightly. He would ask to take you out on dates and you would always agree. But, when the night ended, nothing changed. You would always leave Satan at the end of the night to go to your room. 

Satan had enough of staying in limbo land with you. If you weren’t going to realize your feelings on your own, then he was just going to have to make you realize them.

He decided to make his feelings known the next time the two of you were in the library together. It would be the perfect place to confess since it would be just the two of you with no distractions from his brothers.

You were sitting next to him on the couch, your legs stretched across his lap as he gently rubbed them. Satan held a book in his hand, but spent more time glancing over at you then actually reading it.

You were perfectly content reading your book, not noticing anything else. Satan was trying to find the right words. He had spent a long time planning out his confession to you; but, now that he was right next to you, he couldn’t help but feel just a little bit nervous.

“Y/N, I love spending time with you,” he told you, analyzing your reaction. You looked up from your book for a split second to send him a smile. “I love spending time with you too, Satan.” You immediately went back to reading.

Satan let out a sigh. Right, he needed to be more obvious. 

He gently pushed your legs off of him so that he could move closer to you, his leg now brushing against yours. He stared at you for a moment, and once you realized, you gently placed your book now, marking the spot you just read.

You turned to face him and waited for him to say something. For once, words were failing Satan. He couldn’t come up with a single combination of them that he was sure would get his feelings across to you.

Well, actions speak louder than words. Satan gently cupped your face in his hands before leaning forward and gently placing his lips on yours. You were surprised, but kissed him back.

When he pulled away, he looked into your eyes and said in a very serious tone, “I love you.” He was praying you would finally understand what he’s been trying to tell you for some time now.

“Oh,” you replied, your eyebrows furrowing slightly. You were shocked at how good it felt to hear him say that. How good it felt to have his lips on yours. How good it felt every time you were with him. “Ohhh.”

It was like you were having an epiphany, as if everything had suddenly clicked in your head. Satan looked at you as if he expected you to react this way, but also with hope.

You smiled at him before replying, “I love you too.”

Asmo was the Avatar of Lust which meant he was an expert when it came to things involving love. Because of this, Asmo could easily pick up on your feelings when the two of you started growing closer.

It started with small actions that he admired. The way you would blush when he sat close to you to apply your make-up. The way you would act flustered when he would compliment the way you looked. The way you would smile at him when he would gaze into your eyes.

But, it wasn’t just your reactions to him that made him realize you had feelings towards him. It was your actions towards him as well

You saw him at his most vulnerable times, when he had no makeup on and his hair wasn’t done. When he wasn’t wearing the perfect mask he always had on; and, every time you still complimented him. You admired how good he looked naturally.

You sat with him for hours while he was getting ready for a particularly important event and you would help him do his make-up or hair. You would help him choose the best outfit or paint his nails for him. Whatever he wanted you to do, you would do it with no questions asked.

Not to mention your small moments of PDA like holding his hand while the two of you are shopping around town. Or when he peppers kisses on your face to make you feel special.

You were practically already in a relationship! And yet, when it came to your feelings for Asmo it seemed like you were totally lost.

He would make flirty comments and you would blush at them, sometimes even coming back with your own witty comments. But, when he tried to actually confess his feelings for you, it was like his words went completely over your head.

Asmo was beginning to question if you really did share the same feelings he had. Either way, he had to know once and for all.

You were sitting in front of Asmo, your eyebrows furrowing slightly in concentration as you applied a shade of eyeshadow to his eyelids. You were trying very hard to make him look perfect, but it was hard because he kept opening his eyes to look at you.

“Asmo, you have to keep your eyes closed if you don’t want me to mess up,” you told him with a small smile.

He couldn’t help it, he loved being this close to you and being able to admire your features. He stared at you for a moment before saying, “I love you, Y/N.”

Asmo wasn’t afraid of saying those three words. He admired them, he flaunted them. He may have said them a little too much. Whenever you would do something good for him, those words managed to escape from his lips. So, you didn’t think anything of it when he said that, just giving him a smile in response.

“You love me too, right?” Asmo asked, his eyes lighting up as his heart started pounding against his chest, something he was not used to feeling. “Of course!” you replied nonchalantly, continuing to attempt to apply his make up.

But, Asmo wasn’t satisfied with that answer. He gently grabbed your wrist, stopping your movements. He looked deep into your eyes and repeated his question. 

“No, Y/N…You love me too, right?”

The intensity of his gaze was enough to send your body into shock as the weight of his words finally crashed down on you. You loved him too, right?

You met his intensity and seriousness as you looked into his eyes. Finally, understanding why you felt so connected to him.

“Of course.”

Beel’s love language is food. Shocker.

He was a little bit clueless when it came to love himself. If you buy him a gift, he would appreciate it, but he wouldn’t think twice of it. If you asked him on a date, he would go thinking you were bored. 

But, if you buy or make him food, his attention is all on you. 

The two of you had gone out to eat with each other a few times now. Beel always appreciated how if you asked him to go out, you made sure it was to a place that had food. In fact, you made it a point to mention that when asking him out.

Beel noticed his feelings for you one day in the cafeteria at school. He was sitting at the table with everyone, pouting because Lucifer had banned him from getting more food. If he didn’t the cafeteria would have been out of food before any of the other students got to eat any.

But, you couldn’t stand to see Beel so upset and you had a lot to eat at breakfast that morning. So, you selflessly offered Beel your lunch. You were like his knight in shining armor when he saw you offer your plate of food. But, didn’t humans need to eat too? You assured him you weren’t hungry and that he could eat it. That was all the encouragement he needed to quickly eat your lunch. 

Later in the day, Beel thought about the interaction and he realized it was the first time he hesitated to eat food. It was a natural reaction. He wanted to - needed to - make sure you would be okay without it, because he cared.

From then on, Beel found himself wanting to be around you more often. Especially if you were on cooking duty.

He would sit with you in the kitchen while you were cooking, watching your movements. He was mesmerized by you. And it made him so excited when you asked him to taste something you made to make sure the others would like it. He did everything in his power to not eat all of it himself.

If he was on cooking duty, you would sit with him as well. He would place you on the counter while he cooked and feed you bites of the food he made. He loved watching the way your eyes lit up when you tasted something you really liked and it would give him the proper motivation to find something else you would like.

Beel had never felt such an intimate connection with someone before he met you. You were like a food he was craving to have and his body would never be satisfied until he did have you.

You felt the same way, right? You had to. Beel was having a hard time not confessing his feelings to you. He expected you to be feeling the same, but you looked unbothered when you were around him.

You decided to do something nice for Beel. He had a really big game and as much as you wanted to be there to support him, you knew he would need something more than support. So, you stayed behind and decided to cook him a huge meal, knowing that he would work himself up an appetite.

You cooked all of his favorite things to eat, some of them taking hours to make. But, you wanted it to be perfect for him. You just knew he was going to win and you wanted him to have a celebratory meal waiting for him when he got home.

Beel did win his game and he was starving. Lucifer offered to take everyone out to eat, but Beel wanted to go to the House of Lamentation first to take you with. He was so glad that he did.

The second he entered the house, he was overwhelmed by how good everything smelled. It almost made him drool as he thought about the sight that awaited him.

His feet moved faster than his feet as he found himself making his way to the dining room. And, when he got there, his eyes widened. There was a large feast on the table, and he immediately recognized the dishes as all of his favorites.

You were setting another dish on the table, covered in ingredients and looking a bit run down from all the hard work you had been doing. You turned around and jumped a bit when you saw Beel standing there.

“Oh, Beel. You’re back early! I’m still making dessert,” you told him, scurrying off into the kitchen to finish the dessert.

Beel looked shell-shocked as he stared at the food, every inch of his body wanting to immediately dig in. But, he convinced himself to follow you into the kitchen first. He saw you putting the last finishing touches on the dessert and he asked, “Did you make all of this yourself?”

You gave him a small smile as you told him, “I wanted you to have a nice dinner to celebrate your win! You did…win, right?” Beel nodded his head and his heart swelled at the smile you gave him. No one’s ever done something like this for him, and he was so thankful his brothers weren’t there to ruin the moment.

Beel could no longer conceal his affection for you as he walked over and immediately engulfed you in a hug. One arm was around your waist while the other was around your back, his hand in your hair, pulling you closer to him as he softly told you, “I love you.”

You thought you would tense up when he hugged you intimately, even more so when he said those words. Instead, you melted into his touch, the realization of your feelings for the Avatar of Gluttony coming crashing down on you. “I love you too, Beel.”

He smiled at your words, finally releasing you from the hug only to pick you up and carry you over to the table. He placed you firmly on his lap and began to eat, making sure to feed you bites as well. He was so content having the two things he loves more than anything.

Teasing was one of Belphie’s favorite things to do. It didn’t matter who was on the receiving end. It could be you, it could be one of his brothers, it could even be Lord Diavolo. As long as he got a good reaction, he didn’t care.

You were by far his favorite to mess with though. Being the youngest of the brothers, he was used to getting his way. And you were not an exception to that.

If he wanted to use you as a pillow, you would oblige. If you didn’t, he would come lay on your lap anyway. But, you never declined his offer for cuddles anyway. Belphie would make sure to be as close to you as possible when he was cuddling you.

If you were sitting on the couch, it wasn’t good enough to simply lay on your lap. No, he would wrap his arms around you, snuggling even further into you.

If you were laying on the bed, he would lie on your chest, burying his head in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent while his other limbs draped over you. Sometimes, he would place his hand over your heart to assure himself that you were still alive.

What Belphie was not used to was someone else getting their way when it came to him. 

Belphie was always the one who decided when and how he was going to get cuddles from you. So, when you came into the twin’s room, seeking him out, he was a bit shocked.

He was sleeping on his back in the bed when he felt a sudden weight drop on him. He immediately woke up with a small grunt and froze when he realized you were next to him, reversing the positions.

You were laying on his chest, pressed up all the way against him. Your arm was draped over him with your hand resting on one side of his neck while your head was nuzzled into the other side. Your leg rested across him, keeping him from moving.

Belphie was blushing when you laid on him like this. No one had ever cuddled him like this. He was usually the one who had to snuggle up to others. He didn’t move though, finding comfort in having you draped over him for once. That’s when he knew you had to have feelings for him as well. I mean, you sought him out. You wanted cuddles, you didn’t just tolerate them.

And don’t even get started on the teasing. Belphie loved teasing others, yes, but he was not a fan when it came to being teased himself.

He had never met someone who could really match his energy when it came to pulling pranks or getting under someone’s skin. And then you came along, and did it without even trying. 

All you had to say was something about Belphie being a good cuddle partner or cute and he was flustered. It was frustrating for him, especially because you always left him wanting more from you. More compliments, more cuddles, just more of everything. But, you never continued. You led him to believe you had feelings for him but when he tried to act on your mutual feelings, it was like his words fell on deaf ears.

Which is precisely the predicament Belphie was in right now. He had been laying in bed with you, his head tucked into your neck to muffle his words. He had mumbled them against your skin, multiple times now. 

And you just continued to scroll on your D.D.D. not even sparing a glance in his direction. After he said ‘I love you’ the last time, he was irritated. Especially when he opened his eyes to see your attention on the device, completely unphased.

He rolled his eyes and let out a groan of frustration as he took your D.D.D. and chucked it across the room. “Would you just tell me you love me, already?”

A blush coated Belphie’s cheeks at his sudden outburst and you looked at him with confusion. Love? Confusion quickly turned into realization as you suddenly understood that the way you cuddled and teased Belphie wasn’t because he was your friend, but because you had feelings for him.

“I love you, Belphie.”

[elysianhades]

Hi! I would like to request mammon x mc fluff. Maybe something like a painting date where you pass the canvases back and forth? Up to you, but just some mammon please!!!

Here you go! Thank you so much for requesting! I hope this is acceptable!

I haven't ever written Mammon before so hopefull he isn't too ooc

Somplace Only We Know

Mammon x Mc

Downy Fluff ahead!

“What’s the point in this again?” Mammon asks, watching you pull out the pencils and sketchbooks out of the bag you brought with you.

It was a smart decision on your part, for you both to ‘sneak’ to the human realm. If any of the other brothers knew about this little date the two of you had planned, you knew they would try to sabotage it, but seriously, you put too much effort in this outing for it to be spoiled by pouting demon lords. You both were sitting on a beach, a bluff actually, if you wanted to get technical. It was nice, being in weather that wasn’t actively trying to kill you. The Devildom is nice, but being able to wander around and not be sweating a concerning amount or literally bundled up is something you will never take for granted again.

“My older brother and I used to play a game like this when we were younger, granted I was 5 and he was terrible at drawing, but I also used to do this before I went to the Devildom, it helps warm up skills. Besides, I wanted to spend time with you and what better way than by doing this? It’s fun I swear!” You laugh, nudging the demon next to you with your knee.

“I trust ya, precious. It’s not everyday the Great Mammon has time off ya know? Imma very busy demon, I’m sure whatever ya planned is gonna be entertain’.” He boasts, chuckling and puffing his chest out.

You roll your eyes lovingly, a small smile on your lips as you flip one of the sketchbooks to an open page. For all the comments he was making on the way here, he did seem like he was looking forward to this and he did look like he was enjoying himself.

“Here you go, oh Great Mammon.” You tease, watching Mammon’s ears flush a rosy red when he meets your eyes and sees your smiling face. You swear you see his eyes dart between your eyes and lips once or twice before he carefully takes the offered book out of your hands. He taps his fingers on the cover as he looks around at the mini picnic you had set up. He swallows and looks at the open sketchbook on his lap, quickly flipping through the other pages, not looking at the art there but seeing how much of the book is filled.

“Ya know, one day ya should show me all the sketchbooks ya have. I’d… I’d like ta see what else you’ve made.” He quickly says, looking at you out of the side of his eye. His cheeks now are a little more colorful than they were a second ago.

“If you want to see my older art you can, be warned though, I wasn’t always as adept as I am now,” You snort at his attempt to sound nonchalant, when he is practically vibrating with the want to peek through the book in his hands, “also be warned that there are sketches of you in there.” You add on almost as an afterthought, looking at him head on to catch his reaction.

It takes a couple seconds for your statement to actually register, but you can tell when it did. His eyes widened a tiny bit and his jaw unclenched before the red covered his face and he was choking on nothing. His head whipped over to you as he tried to catch his breath and at this point you were struggling to breathe as well because you were trying not to laugh at him. It was a funny concept to you though, how he could get pictures taken of himself all the time in different positions and not bat an eye but the thought of a few messy drawings are enough to derail any thoughts in his head.

“Well- ah- I mean, of course ya have sketches of me in here, I’m pretty great aren’t I.” He coughs, clearing his throat and looking away from you to try and regain his composure, “seriously though treasure, ya have ta warn me before ya say sappy things like that. Oi! Wait! I better be the only one who you’ve drawn! My brothers better not be in here as well! Just me! I’m yer first after all!”

You chuckle and shake your head as you pull another (almost full) sketchbook out of your bag. This one probably has two or three more pages in it until it’s full, you figured now would be the best time to finish it. You hum as you turn your shoulder so the flustered demon next to you can see the contents of the book. There are a lot of drawings of sceneries around RAD, the castle, even the House of Lamentation, but if the few drawings of people that could be seen, they were all different poses and styles of Mammon doing different things.

Mammon counting grimm, Mammon talking to one of the crows that always follow him around, him grabbing the popcorn bowl from a movie night, him mid-stretch, and so many workshops of his hands in different positions and holding different things. What can you say? He has some attractive hands. You hear a strange dying noise from right beside you. A noise you know is his ‘I don’t know whether to feel giddy or be embarrassed’ he’s made it enough times for you to know what it means.

“Come on, let’s start! I’m going to set a timer on my phone for 15 minutes! During those 15 minutes I want you to draw what you see, could be the beach, could be the water, could be the sky, it doesn't matter. After the timer is up, we are gonna switch books and I’ll continue what you are drawing and you’ll continue mine! I think we should do this two or three times just to be safe. You can use any of the pencils here, anything I’ve brought is free range! Have at it. Do you need some time to think of something to draw or should I start the timer now?” You explain, bouncing lightly, excited to start.

It takes a minute for Mammon to find his words again, but eventually he is able to form a coherent sentence. He looks at the jar full of different colored pencils you have sitting on the blanket, at the pens that are being held together by a rubber band, and finally at the scene around him.

“Yeah, I think I got somethin. Jus no peekin til the time’s up!”

“Ok then! I’m starting the timer!” You cheer, pressing the ‘start’ button on your phone and get to drawing.

The thought to draw Mammon does cross your mind, for multiple reasons, but as soon as those thoughts appear you brush them away, you think he would combust if he saw that right out of the gate. The place that you decided to sit for this date is a bit of a walk away from the trail you had to take to get here. The way to get to this particular bluff was a tiny bit of a walk but it was worth it. Normally, you would park on the side of the road and then walk through the trail to the beach, but since magic was a thing, you were able to teleport right to where the trail through the forest meets the ocean. The beach looks like it's separated into two parts, there's a sandy side where driftwood is littered all over the sand, some pieces so big that people who have visited before have made little forts out of them, broken seashells are scattered throughout the beach as well, sandbars, old sand dollars, huge clumps of seaweed and crab shells are in sight as well.

The other side of the beach is where you both haven’t gotten to look at yet, but it has rocks covered in barnacles everywhere. The rocks are practically on top of eachother, and you can’t even see the sand without having to move rocks. You also know however, that if you lift up the little rocks, that you’ll see tiny crabs. If you guys are lucky, you might even be able to see a sea snail. You hum, since it is the first round, you decide to draw something easy. You start sketching the part of the beach that meets the forest, with all the driftwood and the trees.

As you start getting into your drawing, you hear Mammon start muttering to himself, he is talking too quietly for you to hear what he is saying. Angling your body towards him, you can see he is hunched over to ensure you couldn’t see what he is drawing. His tongue is poking out of his lips in concentration, and every now and then he’ll look at what he has on the paper hum, then nod before getting back to drawing. Smiling, you go back to your own piece, relieved that he is enjoying himself. Before you know it, your phone is going off, signaling that it’s time to switch books.

“Now remember human, no judgin’!” Mammon all but shouts, hiding the book to his chest and mock-glaring at you.

“Yeah, how about we make a deal then? I won’t judge yours and you won’t judge mine? We’re doing this for fun anyway, it’s not like I’m gonna grade you on it.” You smile, making grabby hands at his book. He grumbles before slowly handing the sketch and the pencil over to you. You are much more enthusiastic about trading with him.

Both you and Mammon are still as you look over each other’s work. You can’t imagine why he thinks you would judge him for what he has done so far, it looks so good. He chose to draw the scene in front of both of you, with the water, the islands in the back, and the sun in the middle of the sky. The lines are good and you can clearly see what he was drawing. He also whistles when he is done looking at yours.

“Wow, baby, ya sure are talented. Like actually, this is damn good.” Mammon praises, smiling as he looks over it one more time. He held up the book so he could see the comparison side-to-side. You feel heat rush up to your face and ears and try to hide your face by grabbing your phone to start the timer over and clearing your throat to swallow the giddy embarrassment you feel. “You’re telling me that? Honey, you should have told me you could draw, we would’ve done this sooner.” You say, determined to fluster him as well and make him know he is talented. God knows he isn’t told enough.

Your compliment works, he chokes again and whips his head over to you. His eyes are searching yours, you can tell he is trying to see if you are teasing him or making fun of him. You tilt your head and look at him, giving him a smile. When he finds no trace of a lie in your words, you can see a sheepish smile break across his face. He slowly reaches over to grab your hand, giving you time to move yours away if you didn’t want him to hold it.

“Yer the best thing to happen to me treasure,” he starts, pausing and looking back over to the beach and the picnic you set up when you first got here. “I know I don’t say it as much as I should, but ya really mean everything to me.”

“You might not be able to say it as often as you want, but you show me everyday how much I mean to you and that’s more than enough. I love you, Mammon.” You smile, squeeze his hand as you talk. You sigh and look down at the sketchbook in your lap. “We have a tiny problem, honey.”

“Yeah? What?” He looks around to see if he can see what you are referring to. He doesn’t notice anything that could have dampened your mood, and you don’t look unhappy. You tsk and lightheartedly shake his hand still in yours.

“I don’t want to draw anymore, I just want to focus on you.” You don’t mind how warm your face feels being this vulnerable, you know you’re safe with Mammon here.

He snorts at your confession, shaking his head and squeezing your hand. He grabs both books and closes them before putting them back in your bag with the pencils. He carefully pulls you into his chest and shifts so you can lean on him comfortably. He promptly ignores his own blush as he holds you.

“Well, we are here for the whole day, I’m sure we can get back to drawin’ after ya get yer cuddling fix out of the way. An I love ya too by the way, more than anythin’.”

[ashomodeus]

may i ask for a chubby trans man mc with self confidence issues losing his virginity? very self indulgent ik, doesn’t matter which characters really but preferably at least asmo, luci and levi (maybe mephisto idk) but i wouldn’t mind if you did the rest of em that’s up to you ＿|￣|○ - 🤡 anon

HOLY SHIT YES???

I do apologize for any triggers this may cause, especially dysphoria, for others. You are all valid and seen. Not every trans person experiences the same feelings as others, but the important thing is that you are seen and heard here. I'm so sorry this took longer than I wanted. Work has been KICKING MY ASS. I'm so sorry if this wasn't what you wanted.

Trans M!Mc Losing his virginity

content warning: some smut, hella comfort, chubby Mc. Grammar sucks. Lucifer, Levi, Asmo, Mephehe (his part is shorter due to my lack of knowledge. I'm so sorry). After doing research, there is not much M!Mc x Mapleleaf, Maybe I'll change that.

Amen Beyonce.

Lucifer

Lucifer has taken his time getting to know Mc. He's noticed Mc has had issues with his body. He tends to avoid mirrors but when he does look you could just feel him picking apart at himself like a game of I spy. Lucifer never understood why. Every curve of his is all he could think of.

Lucifer reminded Mc everyday that his body is beautiful. He knew times were emotional so he never mentioned how badly he wanted Mc to ride him and just claim him as his. He overheard Mc talking about being a virgin and now everything he does just drives Lucifer insane.

Once they got close enough, Mc came out to Lucifer as a transman. He's educated on Mc's file and already knew, he actually even forgot. "Oh Mc that's completely okay with me" Mc sighed with a breath of relief. Lucifer offers to take him out on a proper date. During that date things got a bit heated with soft touching and heavy flirting. Lucifer and Mc raced to his bedroom and locked the door. Mc began to kiss Lucifer and started to strip Lucifer's clothing. Lucifer begins to undress Mc once he gets to Mc's boxers Mc stops Lucifer's hand.

"I need a second..." Mc was catching his breath. He rushed off to the bathroom and stared at the mirror. He started to stare at his body and felt disgusted. Tears began to fill his eyes but he cannot let them go. "Once I go back out he'll realize it's a mistake". He took a deep breath and walked back out. He grabbed his clothes from the floor and tried to put them back on.

"Is everything okay?" Lucifer looked confused at Mc getting dressed. He covered himself before grabbing Mc's wrist to stop him.

"I'm stopping you from making a mistake. I mean look at me. I'm chubby, I'm a virgin, and I'm trans. You deserve a rea-" Mc was cut off by a very upset Lucifer.

"Real. What? If you're implying what I think you're implying you're wrong." Lucifer said sternly. "You're handsome and sexy and I would love nothing more than to rip your clothing off and have you in this bed. You're saying you're chubby as if it's a bad thing. It's more for me to mark up and love." Lucifer sat Mc down and started to kiss his face. "You are real to me."

Mc let a tear fall and Lucifer immediately wiped it up. Mc took a shaky breath.

"You mean it" Mc asked.

"I'll show you how much I mean it. I'll take it slow, I promise" Lucifer Lays Mc down. He takes off the remainder of his own personal clothes and leaves Mc fully clothed. He kisses down the areas of exposed skin on MC's body then proceeded to take off Mc's shirt. He kissed and sucked every part of Mcs neck even leaving a few bite marks. At first it tickled Mc but every small bite had Mc let out a deep moan. The idea of Mc cumming for the first time on Lucifers dick had him rock hard. His cock was twitching for action but he wanted to make sure Mc was okay first.

Mc slowly rubbed Mc's belly placing small kisses everywhere. He got close to the band on MC's boxers and looked up. Mc gave a small hesitant nod. Lucifer slowly pulled down the boxers and kissed Mc's inner thigh. He sat himself up and positioned himself to Mc's hole. He looked up at Mc but Mc was so flustered and needy that he tried to have Lucifer go in already.

"Patience" He smirked as he slowly thrusted his hip. Mc instantly moaned. Lucifers size was a bit overwhelming but it distracted them from any negative thoughts that he could currently have. One of the most powerful demons are taking his virginity. Lucifer stayed still for a bit to make sure Mc was okay. He stared at Mcs body once more and he felt his cock twitch, eager for some movement. Mc immediately nodded and Lucifer got down to Mc's ear and whispered.

"You're taking me like such a good boy let's see if you can handle a bit of speed. Someone needs to punish you for all those thoughts." Lucifer began to thrust his hips harder making sure to carress his body. He wanted to fuck Mc dumb. That's exactly what he did to him. As Mc got close Lucifer steady his pace. The sounds of both of their moans echo in the room. Lucifer was trying his best to hold everything in to let Mc enjoy his time. Once Mc realized this he immediately came. Euphoria waved over him as he just came first the first time with the help of someone else. His body relaxed but as soon as he did Lucifer pulled out. "Uh Uh uh... Mc you need to realize that this is my house and I make the rules. It's going to be hard for you to talk poorly of yourself when your mouth is full." Mc looked at Lucifer confused as Lucifer gets up and shoves his dick in Mc’s mouth.

He took care of Mc after their first times together. After that anytime Mc thought poorly of themselves Lucifer would fuck his perfect boyfriend until he could no longer think.

Levi

Mc came out to Levi as soon as he met him. Levi just had this comforting way with supporting him. Levi showed him anime with trans characters. He was infatuated with Mc. He felt so honored when Mc came out to him. The two have gotten so close. So many gaming sessions turned into hot and heavy make out sessions. Mc would always cut make out sessions short by running to his room and just hiding. Levi respected Mc's privacy but he always felt rejected and thought Mc just didnt actually like Levi. One night after a makeout session Mc runs off to his room. He accidentally left the door cracked as he paced back and forth.

"Of course he doesn't want you Mc he wants someone who is better looking and doesn't have as many issues as I am. Maybe someone with default settings on their character customization" He stop to stare at his mirror. He starred daggers at his body. "Why would someone as amazing and caring as Levi waste their time on me." Mc just wanted to be able to love Levi and be with him but why did he feel like he'd never deserve that happiness.

"Mc... I know you wanted to be alone but I can't stand you talking about yourself in that way" Levi barged in. He closed the door behind him. "First of all I love you, every single ounce of you. Your weight never mattered to me in the first place. I might look like I a stick but I swear I keep up with those dance games." He walked up to Mc and hugged him from behind. "Forget default settings on a character. You're the type of character people spend money on... spend hours on just to get." He used one hand to rub on Mcs curves and the other to pet Mcs hair. "You're my boyfriend hence I ban you from saying anything bad about yourself" Levi smiles.

"Are you sure-" Mc tries to speak.

"Banned."

"But-"

"Double banned"

"Levi-"

"Tripled, vetoed, voted off the island, nope, no, naur." Levi playfully interrupts Mc.

"It doesn't bother you, that I'm trans? I mean you're Levi you can have anyone. You could probably find bett-"

"You're sounding like me. That's not fair. I like because you are yourself, not me. Plus it's the other way around. You're Mc, I see the way everyone looks at you. It's not fair. You even have the prince of Devildom after you and you want me, to be your boyfriend. That sounds like a joke to me. I'm just a lover shut in who barely has a chance. If anything I should be the insecure one." Levi looks down. MC turned to Levi, he gently places his hand on Levi's face.

"You're exactly who I want." Mc kissed Levi. Their long kissed turned into heavy petting. Levi picked up Mc with ease and laid him on the bed. Levi laid down with Mc and they continued their makeout.Their tongues didn't feel as though they were fighting for dominance it was a perfect harmony of neediness and desperation. The words rang through Levi's ears. He got someone that he wanted despite others who are 'better than him'. This Made him feel powerful and possessive. As their legs intertwine he feels Mc grinding on his thigh. Levi's erection felt like he was going to explode. Mc let's out a small moan as he grabs Levi's hard cock. Mc strips Levi and with a nod from Mc he strips Mc. He kisses Mc's body and just admires it for a bit. Levi begins to adjust himself towards Mc's entrance and looked at Mc.

"It's okay Levi... just be gentle. It's my first time" Levi's face turned bright red. He wanted Mc's first time to be special but they were already too far. Secretly there's a small (huge part) of Levi who's excited to take Mc's virginity. It turned him on so much he was about to cum right then and there. "Leviathan,,, please fuck me" Mc arched his hips. He is desprate now.

Levi slowly stretched Mc with his pulsing cock. Mc bit his lips as he tried to moan quietly but Levi felt too good in him. After a few strokes Levi's already close to cumming but he goes a bit faster so Mc can catch up which was very easy. Levi has been dreaming of this day. He wants everyone to know he's all his. Levi started to leave hickies all over Mc. Who knew those little words would give him so much confidence. Mc tightened around Levi as they came they couldn't stop saying Levi's name. Which made Levi fill his load into Mc. They both could go another round but decided against it as they would like to relax and focus on each other.

Asmo

He knows everything about Mc. What color are his eye? What's his favorite flower? What color underwear is he wearing? The one thing Asmo truly couldn't understand about him is why? Why can't he takes my eyes and see himself the way I see him? Asmo knows when someone is thinking negatively about themselves and he especially knew when that someone was his baby boy. He knew everything about Mc, he might be a trans man but that makes him no less than any other man. He knows that he's chubby but that's more to love and grab and praise. He knows that he is a virgin. None of that bother Asmo. What bothers him is how much these thoughts eat at his head. It's like a parasite.

"My darling, are you okay you're staring off into space" Asmo shook Mc's arm. Mc was in his own thoughts again. This time Asmo changed in front of him and his mind was stuck on replay.

"Yes sexy" Mc teased Asmo.

"You're the sexy one" Asmo teased back.

"Nah" Mc looked down again. Asmo couldn't think of a more beautiful person in his life, other than himself. Mc is gorgeous on his own, he doesn't need a 12 step skincare routine. He doesn't need anything. He's perfect the way he is. Asmo wasn't shy about the things he would do to Mc. He is the avatar of lust. Oh to just lay him down and tell him sweet nothings as he cums over and over again but Mc wasn't ready. One night Asmo is flirting with Mc by touching his face and arms. Asmo was teasing which was usual but what was unusual was Mc was reciprocating more than usual. Asmo and Mc began to make out and Mc got on top of Asmo taking the lead. Mc has been wanting to fuck Asmo forever but he never felt ready but they've gotten so close and Mc is so desprate for Asmo's touch. Asmo began to undress Mc and flipped him over so Asmo would be on top. Asmo kissed the one part of Mc's neck that he knows would drive him wild. Mc's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he moaned in pleasure. Mc opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. A wave of insecurity hit him. He pulled away from Asmo and sat up.

"Boo you're such a tease... are you okay baby boy" Asmo sat up next to Mc. He has a look of confusion on his face as he tries to figure out what's wrong with Mc. "Handsome...? What do you want me to do, beg? I will" Asmo got up from the bed and got on his knees. Mc frowned as their eyes turned glossy. "Darling?" Asmo held Mc's face.

"Do you even want me... I'm not as good looking or as thin or.." Mc began to silently cry. Asmo made a face and scoffed.

"First of all my sexy boyfriend is the most gorgeous creature, right next to me. Your weight does not determine your level of attractiveness. Your gender identity does not label you as broken. How dare you say that or even attempt to say that. I think I've masturbated to photos of you everyday since we've met. I'm pretty hard to please and just the look of you makes me want to put you on this bed and make you cum as many times as possible until you're screaming my name." Asmo speaks quickly but clear. He wanted to make sure every single word got to Mc. "You're my handsome baby boy." Asmo wiped Mc's tears. "Those curves on your body, the things I would do to you." Mc calmed down a bit after Asmos rant. "We don't have to do anything that you're not comfortable with but please just know. I love every part of you. Every inch I will worship in my mind until I am able to show you what you mean to me." Asmo continues. He began to kiss Mc's thighs. "Without your curves you wouldn't have this or even this." Asmo pushes his hand under Mc's thighs to grab Mc's ass. The small touches put Mc's mind back at ease.

"Can we... try again?" Asmo didn't notice Mc's face was red and he was full of lust. Those thigh touches did a lot more than what they both expected. Asmo nodded.

"Were, going to try something. You're going to tell me if you don't like it." Asmo laid down Mc and undressed himself and then Mc. Asmo started to slowly kiss up Mc's body starting from his hips and working his way up. The first kiss Asmo laid on MC's hip had Mc's back arching. Mc had his eyes shut to not look up at the mirror. "Uh Uh, prince. Look up." Mc's face flushed red as he opened his eyes to see asmo kissing down his body. Asmo made his way to Mc's center and began to tease his hole with his tongue. Mc arched his back he felt so good. He looked up at the mirror and moaned.

"Good boy. Now get ready. Asmo got up and positioned himself into Mc. As he thrusted his hips Mc let put a loud moan. Asmo looked up at the mirror he smiled and thrusted harder.

"I didn't think you could look any better but my cock being in you makes you look so good. You're taking it like a good boy." Asmo moaned as he thrusted harder. Asmo couldn't help but look at the mirror. He loved the way Mc looked. Mc was high out his mind as he was getting fucked. Any insecurities were fucked right out of him. The avatar of lust makes you only think of good it feels. Asmo continued to pound into Mc while Mc came. Asmo wasn't done with Mc.

Mc was flipped on his stomach and was faced towards another mirror in his room. Asmo began to fuck Mc from behind. The entire room was filled with moans and the sweet smacking sound both of their bodies make when they made contact.

"You're so cute when you're squeezing my cock with your tight hole" Asmo moans into Mc’s ear. They were both covered in sweat but Mc was about to cum for the second time. Asmo slowed his paced and Mc began to whimper as he was so close.

"Now baby boy I need you to repeat after me and if youre good ill let you cum." Asmo began to steady his slower pace. "You. Are. Hot" Asmo thrusted with every word. Mc stayed quiet for a moment and Asmo went slower. Mc, desprate for him to speed up.

"I...am... hot..." Mc blushed as Asmo began to kiss his back as he rams his cock into Mc. Mc quickly came and so did Asmo. As they lay on top of one another Asmo pet Mc.

"You're such a good boy. I can't wait to tell you how good you're doing it round two." Asmo said excitedly.

"Round... two??" Mc said out of breath.

"Of course. Now that I have you, you're not getting away that easily. Let me get you some water... you'll need it." Asmo winked as he put on a robe and ran to the kitchen.

Memphis

Mephisto never thought he would have fallen for a human. Mc accidentally came out to Mephistopheles during a newspaper club interview. Mephisto swore to keep that information private. He saw nothing wrong with being trans but he knew it could cause problems if the wrong demon knew. Little did Mc know that if someone gave him a problem Mephisto would fond every detail about that demon or human and destroy them. After that interview Mc would hang out with Mephisto 'against his will' if against his will meant his smile was brighter, he was more open to trying 'commoner things' if it meant to be closer to Mc. The two would always exchange a playful banter. He would definitely day dream a date with Mc but Mc probably view him as a friend.

Mephisto went into the newspaper room as he would normally be expecting a visit from Mc. He always made sure to look his best. Mc walks in with a serious expression and kisses Mephisto without any warning. Mc instantly pulled back.

"ILikeYouAndIDidntKnowHowToTellYouSoNowIMustBlabberLikeAnIdiot" Mc turned bright red. Mephisto was in still in shock but remained calm. Mc tried to run before Mephisto could say anything but he grabbed his arm before he could leave. Mephisto rubbed Mc's face and kissed him. They began to have a makeout session as Mephisto locked the door behind Mc. Mc paused "I'm a virgin..." Mephisto paused for a moment. "You're right this is no place for a handsome man like you." Mc was suprised that his virginity status didn't change the mood but what about his other issues. Mephisto took out his phone and began texting. Maybe it did put a damper on the mood. Mc looked down and tried to get back up.

"I'm sorry it's was probably for the best anyway, especially because..." Mc trailed off as he motioned to himself. Mephisto looked up from his phone confused.

"I was making sure my home was empty for the both of us to enjoy together... what do you mean 'especially'" Mephisto raised an eyebrow.

"You know... me being trans.. and chubby" Mc sighed. Mephisto let out a laugh as he didn't think Mc was being serious. Mephisto is looking at a stunning human being. Because of him, Mephisto wanted to try new things which is new for him. Mc looked down. "I'm sorry this was a mistake." Mc tried to run off but Mephisto was not having it. Mephisto grabbed Mc and took him to his home. Mephisto took Mc inside the ride was silent as Mc picked himself apart in the car. Mephisto dragged Mc to his room.

"I want you to know this is the first time anyone has ever seen my room" Mephisto broke the silence. Mc was shocked with that information. Mc looked around the room, he felt honored to see this part of Mephisto. "I don't care that you are trans- I mean I do but not in the way that it changes my feelings about you. You're so fucking handsome you drive me crazy. Not a single thought in my mind doesn't involve you. Do you understand how difficult it is to not put you on the cover of the newspaper and say 'mitts off he's mine.' Even though you are not mine. I understand you're a virgin but this is my first time with a human as well I want to make this enjoyable for the both of us. I know you have issues with the way you view your body but frankly, I do not care because I view you as the complete opposite. The sight of you is like a drug and I'm addicted Mc." Mephisto spoke as he held Mc's hands. Mc blushed as he confessed. May I? Mephisto began to undress Mc. "I understand you're scared but you're going to tell me exactly everything. When to stop, when to go, how good I'm doing... that's the important part..." Mephisto didn't want to tell Mc just yet he had a praise kink. Mc nodded as Mephisto undressed himself. "We can stop whenever you want" Mephisto and Mc began to make out. While Mephisto's tongue explores Mc's mouth, Mephisto felt up Mc's body. Feeling every curve. Mc moaned into Mephis mouth as he continued to move his hand to Mc's hole.

"Okay..." Mc quietly agreed as Mephisto begins to tease Mc's hole by slowly using one finger. Mephisto began to kiss Mc's neck. "Fuck..." Mc quietly moaned. This was already turning on Mephisto. He began to add another finger. "Faster... please" Mc bit his lip. The pleasure was paralyzing Mc. Mephisto moved his fingers a bit faster, he was so turned that he began to rub his cock. Mc noticed this. "I want you inside me..." Mc blushed. Being in Mephisto's room gave Mc so much confidence. Mephisto nodded immediately he wanted to be in Mc already. He positioned himself into Mc and made soft thrusts. "Harder baby boy" Mc moaned out. Mephisto was at a loss of words with the nickname but who is he to deny him of pleasure.

"Of course handsome." Mephisto started to thrust into Mc. Mc grabbed Mephisto's hair as he thrust harder. Moans fill the room as much as Mc was being filled. "You feel so good" Mephisto moaned.

"So do you, you're making me feel so good." Mc moaned out as Mephisto continues his pace. Mephisto was flustered at the comment he wanted Mc to keep telling him these things. It didn't take long for the two to cum... They both learned new things about each other that they will now be using against each other while they playfully banter. Mephisto would casually tell Mc how good they were the night before and Mc would tell Mephisto how good he was and tell him what he should do next time. That conversation almost always ended up with the newspaper room locked for a very important meeting.

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Little to Fear (Satan x MC)

Just another Obey Me! scenario that randomly rattled out of my skull this afternoon. Heavily implied polyamory in this one, mostly focused on Satan with guest start Solomon!

As always, the ask box is open and let me know if you enjoyed it, I'm always open to doing a part 2 if people ask for it.

Warning: Fearless!MC...sort of.

Over time in the devildom, MC has gained what some might call an unhealthy lack of fear. Some would even call it an utter lack of self-preservation upon witnessing the very much defenceless human going out of their way to provoke all hell to break loose.

They're utterly desensitised to most things, but there is a short list of thing in the devildom even MC won't fuck with.

One of them, is Satan.

None could be mistaken that the human loves Satan, adores him to the ends of time. They'll spend hours reading together, socialising around the Devildom, just about anything one could think of, they'd do together.

But when it comes to his wrath, MC stays well clear, and not for the reasons most may think.

"Really? Satan frightens you?" Solomon is immediately intrigued when he manages to pry the information out of his fellow exchange student. "But Lucifer in full rampage, not a problem?"

"That's not what I mean, I'm not afraid of Satan!" MC whined. They've been interrogated for the last hour, such was life when Solomon hyper-fixates on their mystical pact-making ability. "It's just...if he lost control around me, even by accident, he'd feel bad, and I don't want him to feel bad. It's not a matter of his control, it's his nature."

Solomon mulled the words over for a moment, quietly sipping his tea. "Leviathan's nature can be just as easily violent, so can Beel's for that matter, neither of their sins worry you?"

MC shrugged. "No. There's something...cold about Satan's wrath, like it doesn't match the demon I love. Before you tell me it doesn't make sense and make fun of me, do bear in mind that I will absolutely throw this jam tart at your face."

Solomon held up his hands placatingly, unable to do anything but smile when the young human held up the desert threateningly. "No no! Luke would be heartbroken!"

"He'd understand."

For fear of getting jam on his fresh laundry, Solomon restrained his glibness, poorly. He lives to poke a hornet's nest, and MC is a fascinating sparring partner.

"Maybe so, but if you'll just put down the pastry, I have a theory."

MC reluctantly took a bite of their would-be projectile.

"Talk."

"You've got pacts with all of them, each represents a sin, right?" MC nodded along while Solomon nestles back in his arm chair. "I think that instinctive apprehension of Satan's raw wrath might have more to do with your own relationship with wrath, not fear."

"Excuse me?"

"You're utterly selfless and you've never been a jealous person, so Mammon and Leviathan's sins bounce right off, you balance them out. You provide restraint to gluttony and sloth just by being yourself, it's why Beel isn't as hungry when you're around and Belphie stays awake better with you. You struggle to feel comfortable in your own skin sometimes but love yourself for your personality, so Asmodeus balances you out there, and as for Lucifer, you're just as proud and protective as he is, so he's met his match with you."

MC listened attentively, internalising each word the sorcerer spouted. They couldn't say he was wrong, but then they thought of the seventh, and came up short.

Wrath, anger, anytime in their life they'd been truly angry, things had gotten out of control, they'd felt detached from themselves and acting without thought.

On other side of that coin, when people aimed that wrath at them, they'd gone cold, numb and terrified all at once. They weren't built to know what to do with genuine rage from another, leaving them helpless.

"...holy shit you're right."

Solomon continued, even though he didn't need too.

"You're not afraid of Satan, your afraid of your own wrath."

"That's-that's almost comforting, actually." MC replied softly, reaching for the warm cup of tea and cupping it between their palms. "I felt so bad, being even slightly scared of him when he doesn't ask to lose control."

Solomon rolled his eyes, they're back to being incredibly weird. "You felt bad, for being scared of one of the Avatars of Hell?"

"Well yeah! It's Satan for crying out loud, he takes me to a cat café every week just to pet cats! Hell, he reads to me until I fall asleep if I'm being a damned insomniac!" Realising their mistake too late, they slap their hand over their mouth. "Don't you dare tell him I said that!"

Solomon laughed, and MC wasn't having it. Simeon had to come in and pull them apart before the worst happened: a tickle fight.

Last time, the two humans managed to tickle each other into almost passing out, much to the horror of the angels and demons who had no idea human bodies were so weird.

MC left soon after calling a reluctant truce with the tricky sorcerer and left Purgatory Hall, only to be diverted on their way back to HoL by a text from Satan.

Come to the library, I'd like your help getting started on this new project.

On my way!

Walking down Devildom streets alone had once been a big no-no, but these days, MC had the run of the place without much of a care. No demon was dumb enough to lay hands on the human wearing those pact marks proudly on their skin. Not to mention the marks Asmo liked to leave on their neck sometimes.

MC suspects Belphie's been responsible for a few before, but manages to pin them on Asmo or Beel.

They arrive at the library and smile at the demon at the door before bee-lining for Satan's favourite section.

They find him combing over a shelf, a delightfully far away look on his face as his fingers lovingly brush the spine of an ornate volume, rich brown leather inlaid with silver lettering.

The candles light his golden hair in a warm hue and his eyes glimmer like emeralds. Such a beautiful, intricate mind behind those eyes, what MC wouldn't give for him to look so content at every hour of every day.

Satan gasped quietly when he felt an arm sneak around his waist, ready to bark at Asmo to get the hell off him, only to melt the momment he sees MC's pretty smile.

"You could have just called my name, you know?" Satan scolded playfully, lips twitching up in a smile before he could stop himself.

MC squeezed briefly before pulling away, well aware that he's no fan of PDA, but unable to resist his warmth seeping through the soft cotton sweater. "Where's the fun in that?"

It felt better, knowing the unsettled feeling they got each time Satan got angry isn't because of some irrational fear, but from their own relationship with themselves.

Satan tilted his head curiously as MC drifted off before his eyes, lost in thoughts he's desperate to share in. "Penny for your thoughts?"

MC brought themselves back to the devildom, and grinned cheekily. "You seek to buy my precious thoughts so cheaply?! I'm wounded sir."

Satan knows that trick, MC's proficient at dodging a question, almost too good, what better time to practise dealing with that clever tongue than now, with no one else in earshot, especially no one that would dare say a cross word to the avatar of wrath.

Before MC could move the subject along, Satan hauled them in until they were pressed to his chest, planting their lips together before MC's surprised noise could escape.

The human clung to his shoulders helplessly, relaxing completely into him as he stole the breath from their lungs.

He kissed them 'till their lungs demanded air, and when he pulled away, he didn't go far, resting his forehead against theirs as he pressed kisses to the corner of their lips and the tip of their nose.

"Can you tell me now, sweetheart?"

MC's heart skipped a beat, then slammed into overdrive, pounding against their ribcage as they looked up into emerald eyes of liquid adoration. Satan may not be as physically affectionate as his brothers, but by all that is unholy, when he weighs in, he goes all in.

But this is playing dirty, and MC is not to be outdone.

"I was thinking about how pretty you are, my love."

That breathless sweetness in their voice and the gentle brush of their fingertips against his cheek is all it takes for all coherent thought to leave him, demolishing this demon of reason into a man of pure desire.

MC sees the change happen in real time, and fights off a grin as they know they've won the battle he started. With four words, they strike the final blow.

"We should go home."

Satan doesn't say a word, grabs their hand and practically drags them out of the library, and back to the house of Lamentation, well aware that he'd just taken a loss, and unable to find a single reason to care.

[attic-club-sandwich]

Morning Reflections

entry for @property-of-diavolo's Fuck//Love Roulette event!

I rolled: Love, The Morning After, and Lucifer as my (very much) willing participant. hehe. Enjoy!

Lucifer x gn!MC

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Lucifer sighed as he began to stir awake. He stretched his arm to rest the back of his hand on his forehead. He took notice of how light he felt, his bed warm and a feeling of peace that made his heart flutter. He hasn’t felt this way in quite some time, and he desperately wanted to savor it. Just a few more moments… I don't want this feeling to end. He began to feel a slight movement next to him, and he lazily opened one eye. Slowly he turned his head to see MC sound asleep, tucked into the crook of his arm.

Lucifer smiled softly as reached over to run his fingers through their hair. It was soft, and his strong sense of smell could pick up the sweet aroma of their shampoo and the soap they used on their skin. Lucifer closed his eyes as he breathed the pleasant scent in. He could seriously get drunk off of it much like the Demonus he had consumed last night. He blushed as he remembered their evening together, and he was suddenly very aware of their nakedness under the covers. They had finally given into their passion for one another after one of Diavolo’s parties, bursting through Lucifer’s bedroom door with MC in his arms. He then spent hours dotting their skin with his kisses and gentle nibbles as they shared their hopefully first of many moments of intimacy together.

As he was lost in thought, MC began to stir. Lucifer watched as they shifted to lay their head on his chest. “Morning, Luci.” they murmured softly. Lucifer planted a kiss to the top of their head. “Good morning, my love. I trust that you slept well?” MC nodded slowly, a smile spreading across their face. They laid together in silence for a few more moments, enjoying each other's company and not quite ready to get up and face the day. Finally, Lucifer yawned and wrapped his arms around MC. “I think we should get into the shower. Does that sound good to you?” MC could practically melt into the warmth of his chest. His arms squeezed them and they nodded. “Yes please.” Lucifer planted a quick kiss to their forehead, and tossed the covers to the side. MC gazed lovingly at his nude body as he got up to head to his bathroom. They couldn’t believe that he was theirs. Lucifer smirked as he felt MC’s gaze resting on him. “I’ll get the shower going. Are you enjoying the view?” MC blushed, pulling the covers up to their face. “O-Of course, how couldn’t I? I mean, just look at you…” It was Lucifer’s turn to blush this time, but the familiar feeling of pride bloomed in his chest at the compliment. 

Lucifer disappeared into the bathroom and MC decided that they should follow. Slowly getting out of bed, they noticed how sore they had become overnight due to the evening they had shared together. MC walked over to Lucifer’s standing mirror and took in their reflection. Their hair was messy from just rolling out of bed, and their bare skin was littered with bite marks. A series of bruises were also beginning to form across their hips and thighs. MC’s face flushed and they felt the weight of Lucifer’s arms wrap around them from behind. “I couldn’t help myself darling. You were absolutely beautiful and I had to make you mine.” MC shivered as the eldest demon whispered in their ear, his voice low and husky with desire. “In fact, looking at you now just makes me want even more.” His crimson eyes stared back at you through his reflection in the mirror as he wandered his hands across their skin. “Luci, please, I’m cold!” MC whined playfully as they wiggled out of his grasp. Lucifer chuckled at the sight of the goosebumps that were now covering their exposed skin. He couldn’t help himself as he leaned in to plant a kiss firmly to MC’s lips. “Then follow me to the shower, I would be honored to be of assistance to you.”