#mammon/reader

[anonymous-dee]

Actions and Consequences (Mammon/Reader)

Summary: You try to stick up for Mammon after watching him get bullied by some girls at school! But of course, you're only human.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: BLOOD, VIOLENCE, GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS, DISASSOCIATION(?)

You thought you could do it. You thought you could pull it off. You wanted to prove it to yourself, but...

You failed.

This wasn’t a big deal, no, you were fine, you could--

You pressed a bunched up washcloth to your side, hissing at the sharp pain. Crimson dribbled into the white cloth, dying it the color of your desperation. The RAD bathroom door swung open, and three demons’ heels clacked along the black tile floors as they rushed in.

“Are they in here?”

You pressed your free hand across your lips to muffle your occasional squeaks of pain and begged that they couldn’t smell the fresh scent of human blood.

Luckily, the demons who attacked you were in so much of a rush to find you that, by some slim grace of the Celestial Realm, they neglected to check the stalls and ran back into the hallway.

You exhaled a shaky breath. If they had found you...

No. They hadn’t found you. That was the important part.

You turned your attention back towards your open wound, which had soaked through the washcloth completely and was showing no signs of stopping soon.

“Completely useless... I just wanted to...” Cringing at your own words, a tear slipped. Then two. Then many.

*

“Pfft. I heard that he’s sleeping with witches for money.”

“It wouldn’t surprise me-- Oh! Look, someone even posted a picture online!”

“He’s going into that witch’s house! The rumor is true after all!”

Three snickering voices boomed, Mammon clearly in their hearing range. You watched the ordeal go down from a distance. Was he being bullied? How did Lucifer not know about this?

One of the demons clenched Mammon’s shoulder, prodding the flesh with her nails.

Mammon cringed, but did nothing.

“... ain’t true...”

You could have sworn he mumbled something, but it was barely audible.

The bell chimed out, and you knew that if you were late to your Spell-casting class one more time you would be stuck in after school detention for the rest of the evening. But... You couldn’t just let this go!

After the demons had their fun harassing Mammon, (you were surprised he barely put up a fight; he’s usually the first to disengage any and all accusations thrown his way!) Mammon sulked off into the nearest classroom.

You weren’t going to let those demon girls bully Mammon on your watch! You knew he was already dealing with a full plate at home...

“Hey, you can’t talk to him that way.” As soon as Mammon was out of sight, you revealed yourself.

*

That was how it happened. You knew you weren’t strong enough to take on all three of them. Deep inside, you knew that even with your magic, it wasn’t enough to save your fragile human skin.

The leader of their pack tore a single scratch into your side. One hit. One hit was all it took, and she barely had to lift a finger.

“Pathetic...” You whimper to yourself, your vision spiraling. Blood loss. There really was no way you were going to get out of this situation by yourself. And when those girls decide to backtrack and check the stalls...

Begrudgingly, you dropped the washcloth, sticking your finger into the gaping wound. You couldn’t concentrate enough to remember that healing spell. You probably didn’t even have enough strength to cast it.

Was this it, then? Was this where you were going to die? Part of you found it unbelievable; an overreaction propelled through adrenaline, but... Nobody knew where you were... Wait.

Sliding a bloodied hand into your pocket, you pulled out your DDD.

“Karasu... call Mammon.”

“CALLING MAMMONEY DOLLAR SIGN EMOJI DOLLAR SIGN EMOJI, MOBILE...”

The deafening silence was interrupted in intervals, the staccatoed ringing transmission echoing off the bathroom walls.

.

.

.

“(Y/N)?”

You weren’t expecting Lucifer’s voice on the other end of the line. Before you had a chance to speak, he continued.

“You’re probably wondering why it’s me. I confiscated Mammon’s DDD because he was caught skipping class yesterday. He’ll be getting it back if he gets perfect attendance for the day.”

“O-Oh...” You coughed, and although you assumed the cut wasn’t lethally deep, the blood dribbling down your lip indicated otherwise.

“Speaking of attendance, where are you calling from? Why aren’t you in class?”

You hesitated. A punishment was surely on its way, but maybe if you told him the truth you would be spared.

But as you opened your mouth to explain, your vision blurred over; the bathroom walls were melting into trees, the floor below your bottom softening as clumps of grass sprouted from the tile.

In seconds, you were no longer in the RAD school bathroom-- or were you? You never left, but all of a sudden you were in a different location.

The phone was still pressed against your ear, your side still gushing.

Why were you in pain again?

“Luci..fer? Remember that time when...” a pleasant memory emerged to fill in the gaps, “when Mammon made us breakfast?”

The event was seemingly insignificant, but in that moment you fell back into the grass and pleasant memories tickled you all over.

“(Y/N), that did not answer my question. Why aren’t you in class?”

“And--And then he tried to garnish with edible gold flakes and Asmo freaked out ‘cause he thought Mammon stole his eyeshadow.”

“That was this morning,” said Lucifer, though you were unable to recognize the hint of worry laced in his voice.

The sun kissed your cheeks, and you wanted to fall asleep in the meadow.

“I wish you could join me here... It’s so nice. Sun and grass and stuff. Oh, you’re right over there...”

“Please, (Y/N). I have work to get done. I will talk to you about this prank of yours later today, and you will tell me exactly why you skipped your--”

“Luci,” you disregarded his attempt to hang up the phone, “I miss Mammon.”

Something wasn’t right. At the thought of your favorite white haired demon, the pain on your side reverberated deeper into the canal of your side. But this was the meadow, how could anything be less than perfect?

Flashes of cold tile electrocuted your senses in quick staccato beats; one minute you were staring up at the sun, and the next you were glaring at the harsh bathroom lights. The transitions were nauseatingly quick, but the sensation of each setting felt so real that it was like being in two places at the same time.

“Mammon...” muttering the name again made the sensation worse. The flashes quickened, and the scenery was cloaking itself in thick red splotches. Fleshy, gorey trees and walls with sentient eyes sticking out of their lifeless bodies. “Mammon...? Mammon? Mammon!”

Your breath hitched in your throat--Lucifer was saying something on the phone, but the device had clattered to the floor in an attempt to cover your eyes from the grotesque seizure of images assaulting your eyes.

Even as your eyes closed, however, the images permeated through your lids, and distorted demonic voices crept through your ears. They whispered of the sweet nothings of the meadow, though their raspy, crackled chords sent shivers up the back of your neck.

Your wound was festering, though it was only bleeding minutes prior. Festering, rotting flesh burned your vision, and you had no idea where you were anymore.

You weren’t sure if the voices were yours or not; someone was screaming, another was like nails on a chalkboard-- were those tears dripping down your cheeks, or was hot blood pooling from your eyes?

Was your breathing becoming erratic and disfigured, or were your lungs being torn apart by your own screams? Endless, unanswerable questions drilled into the back of your mind in an unreachable cavern. There was no time for rational thinking when your entire body was rotting into the grass-tile and the sun was burning holes into your melting eyeballs.

Your body carried no weight and at the same time it felt ten times heavier. Gravity was hugging you in a simple embrace, and although you knew the way out would be to leave, there was no more left or right.

There was no escape from this lucid reality anymore. It was consuming you. There was no more time, no more feeling and yet every ounce of fear still wriggled in every crevice of your consciousness. No more telling how long or short you had been here, or how long there was left to endure.

Splotches of distant memories still fizzled in and out, as if your brain was trying to fight back against the loss of everything else.

.

.

.

Warm.

Familiar.

You opened your eyes-- for real this time. The hallucinations had retreated for now. You were still collapsed on the sleek floors, though Mammon was there. And he was embracing you tightly. Lucifer stood behind him, lurking in his usual stoic manner. But his face told you he was panicked. Not himself, for sure.

“What a nasty fuckin’ curse,” Mammon dug his face into your shoulder, “I’ll make ‘em pay.”

You said nothing, still coming down from... the curse?

“No need.” Lucifer placed a gloved hand on Mammon’s shoulder. It wouldn’t be audible to most, but you could distinctly hear the slight tremble in his voice, “Diavolo is going to expel them. Probably something worse too.”

Both of them settled on you; your shaken form, eyes wide and alert.

“Are ya okay?” Mammon was unusually honest, you weren’t sure if you had ever seen him act this way in front of Lucifer.

Regardless, you weren’t sure who would be okay after going through that Hellscape. You shook your head. Not the answer either of them wanted to hear, but...

“The curse is expelled now. We also healed your wound,” said Lucifer, pointing to where the gash had been moments prior. (Or at least it felt like a few seconds ago).

“Those girls... did this?”

Lucifer nodded.

A flash of rage swept over you, but quickly subsided. You were too exhausted to feel anything else. You palmed at the sweat pooling over your forehead, opting to lean away from Mammon’s grip.

Your eyes were distant.

“Let’s take them home, Mammon. They need to rest properly.” In times like these, Lucifer took his oldest-brother role very seriously. And although he was shaken to the core, he had to bottle it inside. If he broke down here, Mammon didn’t stand a chance-- the second oldest was already on the verge of a breakdown.

*

Mammon laid you in your bed.

Lucifer allowed you both to have the rest of the day off. Mammon also got his DDD back, but neither one could have cared less at that moment.

Usually Mammon would have had some sly remark to help cheer you up (as he did during many of your frustrating, sad, or anxiety-induced days), but today he had nothing.

With a curt nod, he turned to leave you to your own devices, but you reached out and grabbed his hand.

“P-Please...” Heat rose to your cheeks, but in actuality you couldn’t stand the thought of being alone right now. You needed him.

For once, Mammon got the hint.

He slid into bed next to you, and you buried your face into his warm chest. You normally wouldn’t have this much courage, but...

“O-Of course you can’t resist The Great Mammon...” he mumbled. There it was.

You nodded, unwilling to look him in the eyes. Instead, you grabbed his hand and locked your fingers together. His palms were so warm, they were oddly calming. Heat was radiating off of his body, which was normal from your experience but you also liked to imagine he was really embarrassed on top of that.

“(Y/N)... Why did those girls attack you?” asked Mammon.

Your throat suddenly felt dry. Perhaps it was dry the whole time, but Mammon’s question brought your attention to it

“I saw them... in the hallway. They were hurting you.” You bit your lip. “S-So I confronted them. Y’know, I just thought--”

“(Y/N)... Ya didn’t have to do that... for me...”

“Of course I did!” You shot up from your position, surprising both of you in the process. You weren’t sure where that jolt of energy came from, but you also knew you would confront them again if you were given the opportunity. “They can’t just do that!”

Mammon shrugged. You could tell he was used to it.

“Ya got hurt... ‘cause of me.”

You collapsed back down onto the bed, “No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Whatever.” Mammon scrunched his face into a mocking frown, and you pecked his nose for the ultimate blow. You had won.

Despite his protest, you could tell he was secretly admiring your courage. Or he was shocked that someone, anyone, let alone YOU would stand up for him like that.

“Mammon?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.” The words sprouted from your lips, never before spoken with the same sincerity. You had said it before, but this time it was coming from the deepest depths of your heart. “I love you so damn much.”

💕 Back at it again with me posting my Archive fics on here! YEEEEEEET I love Mammon very much 💛💛💛

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[curatoroffiction]

Hi! Idk if you still write about Obey Me! Characters anymore or not but I just read your fic about Mc on their monthly and I absolutely fell in LOVE with it! I was wondering if you could do one where Mammon kind of takes care of Mc while they’re pregnant? I just think it would be a cute idea to see Mammon go into devoted partner/parent mode :)

I actively write for Obey Me and Twisted Wonderland, actually! Thank you for asking!

If you're ever wondering what my status is for taking requests, you can find my status updated on my "Masterlist/Rules" post, which is pinned on my blog. I've now added a link that I'll keep updated on the latest posts I make for that status. Also, I've done a few AFAB pieces recently, but I also am comfortable doing AMAB pieces as well if any readers are curious!

That being said, I hope you enjoy this! It was a little more outside my wheelhouse, but I wanted to make it fun and engaging as much as I wanted to make it comforting and heartwarming. It falls a little outside your request, but it sparked a muse and I ran with it.

Content Warnings:

AFAB Reader

Gender Neutral Reader

Pregnancy

Established romance with Mammon

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "So what's this gonna be like?" Mammon, arms wrapped around your shoulders, looks to Solomon from over your shoulder.

As the resident expert on humans and demons, and having an extensive history of oddjobs, many of which were medical, Solomon made the most adept medical professional for your current situation. You and Mammon have decided to start a family together. That doesn't come without its own complications, but Solomon made it easier.

It also helped that he helped you fuck with Mammon a lot.

"Well, as the baby grows inside of me, it'll eventually start growing a brain, and probably by about the second or third trimester, it'll start trying to fight me for control of my body." You hardly keep a straight face, but it gets worse as you and Mammon see Solomon sagely nodding along. You almost break and laugh right then and there.

Mammon's face turns from disbelief to shock at the sight of Solomon agreeing and he looks to you with the most gentle and nervous horror. Like he feels responsible for what you're about to endure. It's so hard to keep a straight face as he's losing it, so you half-cover your mouth and close your eyes, nodding to reaffirm what you've just said.

Mammon steps back, releasing you from his comforting hug as he tries to digest this information. He realizes he's about to lose it in front of you, so he excuses himself. "Uh, I just realized I left our.. Our pregnancy bag! Back in the car! Yeah! I'll be right back."

You can tell he's freaking out. It takes all of yours and Solomon's strength not to crack until Mammon's gone. ---

Once he's gone, you two just lose it. You laugh so hard that tears form in the corners of your eyes. Solomon has to hold himself up against his table.

Between hushed laughter, Solomon wheezes out; "I didn't think he'd actually believe it"

"I never thought you'd go along"

"How long do you think we can keep this up"

"Honestly depends on whether Belphegor wants to spoil the fun or not."

"I hope we can keep this going forever."

"It'd truly be the gift that keeps on giving." ---

Mammon, texting his brothers;

Mammon: [APPARENTLY HUMAN BABIES PILOT THEIR HOSTS WHEN THEY GET SMART ENOUGH]

Levi: [Wait, wait what??]

[YEAH, LIKE THOSE ROBOTS FROM YOUR SHOWS]

[WAIT WHAT]

[YOU KNOW- THE ONES THAT PEOPLE GET INSIDE AND PILOT??]

[YOU TURNED ___ INTO A MECH?]

[YEAH]

Lucifer, interjecting: [That doesn't sound right.]

Belphegor, who knows damn well this is not what happens when humans have babies, is opting to stay silent, because this is significantly funnier than calling Mammon out for being stupid. If the entire group can believe this, it's even better.

Beelzebub, worried: [Are they going to be okay?? What's going to happen when the baby's in charge? Are we going to have to watch them?]

Satan: [I'm looking through my human pregnancy and prenatal books right now and I'm not finding anything about the baby taking over its host?]

Belphegor, who won't stand for your baby being treated like a parasite, only interjects to explain: [Parent. Not host. Parent. The parent carrying the baby.]

Satan, not understanding: [That's what I said?]

Belphegor: [___ isn't a host, they are the parent. Stop calling them a host like the baby is some kind of tumor.]

Lucifer: [Mammon. Please explain? Why do you think that the baby is going to pilot ___?]

Mammon, who still is losing his collective shit: [___ SAID IT THEMSELF AND SOLOMON SAID IT WAS TRUE, AND I'M FREAKING OUT. SOLOMON SAID IT WAS NORMAL AND WOULDN'T BE HARMFUL, BUT WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH HUMANS]

Beelzebub: [I wonder if the baby will like different foods when its in control. I'm excited to meet the baby.]

Asmodeus: [Oooh, I can get the baby's preferences for when we're getting their room ready, and deciding on clothes! What a great evolutionary trait!]

Satan: [I want to see if we can learn what books it likes. Then we can stock up on lots of them before they arrive.]

Mammon: [HOW ARE YOU ALL STAYING SO CALM?!]

Lucifer: [You said they said it was normal for humans, yes?]

Mammon: [Yeah??]

Lucifer: [Then there's no need to worry. You started a family with someone from another realm, so now you get a crash-course in their biology. Did you not think there would be differences between you two?]

Mammon: [BUT THIS IS WEIRD, RIGHT?]

Leviathan: [I'm actually with Mammon on this one for once.]

Mammon: [THANK YOU]

Lucifer: [Whatever may come, you're the one they chose. Are you going to prove yourself as their 'Number One', or are you going to fail them?]

There's a long pause in the chat as everyone awaits Mammon's reply. It takes him a moment as he's still freaking out but now he's upset because Lucifer is right. You chose him. He's your number one in every sense of the word. If he can't handle this, then does he deserve to be your number one?

Mammon: [I'm still freaking out but you're right. I've got a family now. I've got to stay strong and be the man they know they can rely on.]

Lucifer: [Good.]

Asmodeus: [Where are they?]

Mammon: [Oh shit I ran out of there I've gotta go back] ---

Mammon returns, sheepish, way outside of his element, and feeling like he's in over his head, but he refuses to ever let you down. He dips into Simeon's room, since you're both at Purgatory Hall for the check-up with Solomon, and he steals a bouquet of flowers from a vase in the angel's room. He dries them off on his shirt and brings them to you. When he arrives, he asks Solomon to give you two a moment together alone.

When Solomon's gone, Mammon hands you the flowers and looks away, his face hot with embarrassment. "Whatever happens, I'm here for ya'. I'm not goin' anywhere. Sorry if I seemed freaked out before, I just, this is new to me. But I'm here. And I ain' goin' anywhere. Even if y'get mad, or the baby hates me!"

You feel your heart soften from his warmth. That same love and devotion that melted your heart when you first got to know this demon. He's still as determined as ever to be strong for you. You smile warmly, moving to hug him, resting your head in against his shoulder. He softly massages into your back - A comfort he's been doing more as the pregnancy has been giving you backaches. "The baby's not going to hate you, Love. They couldn't. You're amazing."

You can feel the heat in Mammon's body rise as he gives you a soft squeeze, careful of your torso as he buries his face in your neck. "No you are.. There's so much new ground we're treadin', an' you're just so strong in the face of it all.." He rarely lets down his walls to admit his fears, but when it's just you, he's not ashamed to admit he's afraid. He knows you know his strength. "I just wanna prove to ya' that I'm here for all of it. I'll be your rock. Alright?"

You move to warmly peck his face, causing him to softly pepper your cheek with pecks, until you two meet in the middle in a warm, gentle kiss. You two savor the contact for a moment. When you part, you softly murmur "… Thank you. I love you."

Mammon smiles big, grinning as his love for you swells in his chest. He hugs you close. "We're gonna have a baby!" He picks you up, doing a small celebratory turn in a circle and gently setting you back down as you laugh, hugging him back just as warmly.

"We're gonna have a baby."

"Fuck, I love you.." You can see small tears forming in the corners of his eyes as he says this to you, his hand softly cradling your face. You laugh happily with his mushiness, cradling his head to you, tugging him into another kiss, which he warmly returns.

Mammon's love for you is overwhelming, and no matter what the odds you face together, he'll be there to fight right beside you. ---

Bonus Scene:

Belphegor, texting Solomon;

Belphegor: [So like, how long is this gag gonna go?]

Solomon: [As long as ___ can keep a straight face. I can go forever.]

Belphegor: [I'm in.]

Solomon: [They're going to be so happy to hear that.]

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"Please let me bite you!"

"No."

"Please?"

"I said no!"

You groaned, falling into Mammon's sofa and letting yourself sink into the cushions. "Why not? You wanted to bite me so badly when you were a vampire." You grabbed one of his pillows and flung it at him. "I want to return the favor."

Mammon grabbed the pillow and threw it back. It landed directly on your face. You made a short startled sound before slipping the pillow down underneath your chin.

"I was sick! I wasn't in control of my desires!" Mammon said as he leaned against the back of the sofa. "Ya can't bite me because it's embarrassin'!"

"Fine, whatever you say." you said with a shrug.

Mammon raised his eyebrows in surprise. "That's...it?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you're givin' up that easily? You're not even gonna, I don't know, protest a little?"

"Nope."

"Really?"

You grinned. "Do you want me to protest?"

Mammon stiffened up, breaking eye contact with you. "No, I just...I dunno what I want, alright?"

Your eyes lit up mischievously. "Mammon, don't tell me that you want me to bite you." You brought your hands to your lips in mock shock.

"No!" He paused, his frown wavering. "I mean, yes...maybe...ugh!" Mammon planted his head in his hands. "Just shaddup!"

"Tell you what," you said as you sat up, "Why don't I give you a little nibble and we go on from there?" You tossed the pillow haphazardly to the side.

Mammon peeked at you through the gaps in his fingers. He remained quiet to weigh his options. "Okay," he said, stuttering slightly, "Just a little nibble, alright?"

"Of course," you said, patting the space next to you.

Mammon stepped around the couch, sitting right where you wanted him to. He sat up unnaturally straight. His hands were balled up into tight fists. If you looked carefully, you would have noticed that they were shaking.

You smoothed down Mammon's collar, and he flinched immediately. You drew your hand back.

"What is it?"

"It's nothin'!" he squawked, "Just get it over with!"

You rolled your eyes and resumed what you were doing before. "I'm just going to bite your neck, okay? Just like an actual vampire."

Mammon nodded and squeezed his eyes shut. He trembled underneath your touch. You stopped inches before his neck and gently blew some air against his skin.

"Th-that sort of tickles..." he shuddered. Tiny droplets of sweat were starting to form along his forehead. He crossed his ankles, pressing them against the couch.

You leaned in and placed the softest kiss you could on the side of Mammon's neck. He squeaked, curling in on himself. He pressed his face against the couch, almost as if he was looking for some sort of support. You sat back with a pleased smile.

After a second, Mammon stopped shaking. He popped open one eye, and then the other. He sat up, narrowing his eyes at you.

"Hey, that wasn't..." he trailed off, his cheeks flushing, "Ya...ya kissed me!"

"Duh. You didn't actually think I was going to actually bite you, did you?" You shook your head. "That would be absurb."

Mammon grabbed the pillow and threw it at your head. You managed to dodge it this time, but he was already armed with another one. You lept off the couch to make your grand escape. You couldn't say that you didn't deserve it...

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me mc #mammon/reader #drabble #i can't get that vampire event out of my head

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Fear a Raised Voice

Obey Me! Mammon/Reader - Platonic - No MC pronouns

Warnings: Angst, being yelled at, mentions of breaking things, lots of crying, mean thoughts, learning how to accept comfort. It's an angsty one you've been warned.

Summary: MC gets yelled at by Lucifer after trying to go to the attic again. Gets triggered by childhood past experiences. Mammon is there to help.

Word Count: 2k

Note: You could probably psychoanalysis me from this. Should show this to my future therapist. Also I don't like this title, if you can come up with something better let me know lmaoo

Masterlist

You walk out of Lucifer's office. A blank far off expression on your face, with a few tears starting to grow in your eyes.

You hate having people see you cry. It feels so humiliating. You tried your absolute best to hold it in while Lucifer was berating you for attempting to go to the attic again. You tried your best to stand your ground silently, just saying whatever he wanted to hear until he was appeased and let you go.

And as if the universe had any pity on you, here comes Mammon, strolling by, looking down at his phone. You quickly turn away and start to walk to your room hoping to escape before he notices you.

"Oi human!" He runs over to you before putting an arm around your shoulder. Goddammit.

"Was just lookin' for ya, I have a great idea you're gonna love it!!" You turn your face away acting as if something caught your attention, just to keep his eyes from seeing his face.

You suck in a breath. "Maybe next time Mammon."

"C'mon ya gotta trust me! I promise it's good and most definitely not a scam this time." He says with a devilish grin.

Your tone turns a bit harsher and slower "Maybe next time Mammon." Maybe if he could just take a hint that you were annoyed and give you some space, you could run to your room to let out all your angst quicker.

But unlucky for you, there are two facts about Mammon that you overlooked. 1) He isn't afraid of being annoying and 2) he really likes to talk.

"What's up with ya today?? Are my brothers rubbin' off on ya or something?"

You take in another sharp breath "Look, I'm just not in the mood today, I'm sorry." Your voice falters among your sharp words.

"MC are you ok? For real?"

"I'm fine I just need to be alone. It's fine."

You reeeally didn't wanna burden anyone else with your problems right now, especially Mammon. By this point you were the one keeping most of the peace in this house, you couldn't just break down in front of them and disrupt that. Besides, what if he just brushes it off or mocks you for it like he does with most of your feelings.

Mammon's grip tightened around your shoulders. "Follow me."

"Mammon I already said I'm not in the mood."

"Just-" He nudges you along "Put up with me for a sec and c'mon."

Deciding that he really isn't gonna let up anytime soon, you take another deep breath and tilt your head back. Might as well just suck it up and get this over with, then maybe you can get to your room faster.

"Fine." You say in an annoyed manner.

You find yourself being dragged to the doorway of his room where he finally lets you go to fumble with the lock.

Walking in and plopping down on his couch you say flatly, "Now what." Watching him as moves to sit next to you.

He leans back and turns towards to look at you, causing you to shift your gaze to your now very interesting shoeslaces.

"What's wrong."

"Nothing."

He gives you a look.

"Stubborn human... If somethin' is making ya so bothered then it's my job as your guardian to fix it. Just spill it."

You take another deep breath trying to calm yourself but also just getting tired of fighting him. "If I do," You chew on your cheek thinking over your next words, "then I'll start crying."

With that, his face twists with confusion and worry. "Just an even better reason to tell me I guess."

You take a final shaky breath. "Lucifer yelled at me." deciding to just keep it brief.

He looks at you confused "That's it??"

"For the most part yeah."

"Oh come on, I've seen him threaten ya and even lunge at ya, how is yellin' the worst of it?"

"Um." You grow small in your seat as memories start to flood back. Tears begin to prick the corners of your eyes that you try to blink away.

"Well. I used to get yelled at a lot as a kid by my parents."

Mammon's silence urges you on.

"a-and. I uh, it just reminded me of that. That feeling of being just so small and weak." You sniffed putting on an anxious smile. "They would scream shitty things at me, calling me stuff like ungrateful and lazy. They would break stuff and throw away my favorite toys. The lectures would last for what felt like hours before they would lock me in my room for the rest of the day." You let out a weak laugh "All because I didn't clean my room usually."

You waved your hand in the air dismissively. "I know it's not that bad, especially compared to what you go through all the time. It just. It kinda messed me up a little bit." You struggled to fight back the tears threatening to fall. God, you really didn't want to talk about this.

The air grows thick as you both remain silent, Mammon sitting there stunned.

"Not that bad? If I saw a kid bein' treated like that I'd be fucking pissed!" His whole body tenses in disgust and anger.

"You get strung up by Lucifer and fucking whipped like every other week! How is this anything compared to that?" You cross your arms.

"You were a kid!!"

"So!?"

"Lucifer does that cause he knows I can handle it. I'm a full grown goddamned demon, I can fight back."

"What? That still doesn't make it ok. And why don't you fight back if you're so strong huh??"

"Cause I know it makes him feel better to take it out on me." His voice drops to a mumble. "Plus, it keeps him from doin' the same to my younger brothers."

Now you're the one who's stunned to silence, hearing nothing but Mammon's aggravated breath and your anxious heartbeat.

As you fidget with you hands, you feel a few tears make their way down your face, both from your own confession and now his. Seems like quite the touchy subject for the both of you. Finally, you look up at Mammon, who's leaning in your direction, shoulders tense, eyebrows furrowed, and to your surprise, a pair of blinking watery eyes.

Oh shit. You really just made him cry. Well, almost cry. You've never seen him like this. Oh holy shit. It's your fault. What kind of shitty fucking friend are you. Why did you even ask that question in the first place you dumb fuck. You have to apologize. Now.

"I'm sorry." You say ever so quietly, as if it wasn't more than a whisper.

"What?" You grow even smaller under his intense gaze.

"I'm sorry for making you all worked up. I should've just left when I had the chance." You bite on your tongue.

Mammon huffs, "Oh what. And just lock yourself in your room for the rest of the day?"

You stare up at him as you feel your heart jump and your breath becoming shaky.

All the pent up panic and tears you've been trying to hold off suddenly flood your system. Oh god, why did he have to say that.

Choking on air, you start hiccuping and fighting for breath as you wipe at the wetness on your face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you plead. You go back to trying to hide your face, breaking into a full on ugly cry. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

You hate this, so so much. Why did you let him talk you into this. Stupid annoying demons. This is so embarrassing your face is all gross now. You should just leave, just leave, leave. JUST GET UP AND LEAVE. WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE.

Slowly, you feel two soft but awkward arms wrap around you, as a hand is placed on the back of your head, nudging it closer.

Goddammit. Pushing your forehead into his chest, you heave.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" You can't stop apologizing as if it's a mantra, slowly turning into a jumble of choked whispers.

Gently, he rubs your shaking back, holding you close.

"You're ok. It's ok. You don't need to be sorry."

No it's not ok, it's not ok, it's not ok. You have everything to be sorry for.

You take a strangled gasp for air, as if that would let up the tightness in your throat.

You grip onto his shirt tightly as you hide your face in his chest. God this is so embarrassing. You must look so stupid and pathetic right now.

"Hey, take a deep breath for me ok?" He interrupts your thoughts.

Starting you off, he takes a long deep inhale himself. Shakily, the mess of yourself tries follow along.

In...

And out...

"Another one."

In...

And out...

With each breath, your sobbing grows quieter and your apologies die down.

"You're ok." He strokes your back some more, as your grip relaxes. You take another deep breath on your own, the air feeling just a bit lighter now.

Realizing the position your in, you let out a weak laugh as you hold onto him. "I told you I would cry."

He chuckles, the sound reverberating from his chest "Well hey, at least ya warned me."

A beat of silence passes as he soothes your back, giving you a moment to catch your breath.

Why was he being so nice. He always rambled about how annoying it was to take care of you, so why go through all the effort to comfort you like this.

Still. With all his self sacrifice for his brothers and now with the way he's treating you, you can't help but have just the slightest tiniest thought that maybe, just maybe, he cared about his family and you much more than he led on.

"Thank you."

He gently squeezes you in his embrace.

"Anytime."

He gives some more time for you both to relax. Just gentle touches and soft slow breaths. His warm palm traveling up and down your back in slow fluid motions, the hand in your hair holding you securely. You press your face further into his chest, soft fabric against your cheek, smelling strongly of his cologne.

"Ya don't gotta run off if ya need to cry. I'm here to talk about it- I mean it is my job after all."

You let out a chuckle at his sudden change in demeanor.

"I don't know, it's kinda really hard for me to just cry in front of people. Or ask for help. Or anything like that." You trail off.

He hums in thought. "Well, how about this. If I catch ya havin' a hard time, you're not allowed to run away." He smiles softly burying his face in your hair.

You huff out a laugh "Hard to say I won't just start avoiding you."

"Then I'll just have to stick by your side and annoy ya even more then, huh." He squeezes you real tight proving his point, both of your smiles growing as laughter begins to bubble up from your chest.

"Ah like you don't already do that enough."

He chuckles at your sarcastic tone before relaxing again.

And after a moment, you finally pull back to look up at his face. Feeling relaxed, grounded, and safe, having gotten to this point so much quicker than any solo sob fest you've given yourself.

And you ask,

"So what was that idea you had?"

His grin widens.

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[maopll]

"Dearest...I think that's enough"

"No its not"

And there goes another few rounds where you smother your boyfriends face with tons of kisses. He brought you many lipsticks and lip gloss, so it is only right you try to see the shade that matches, right? the shade, which makes his face feel even more ethereal. The only correct way to let people know that you're his and he's yours.

"Hmm... I think this shade suits your face better!" You moved the ones which made his face look more delightful. Shades of pink, red, coral, and all.

He did say that the number of kisses you gave him till then were enough, but deep down, he craved more. The way your soft lips felt against his skin left him breathless. The way areas where your lips left left a tingling and burning sensation, which, rather than being unpleasant, was more exciting

What was even more addicting was the way you would gently cup his face with your hands and attack his face ferverently. This was best for both of you. You get to have the ego boost after smothering or rather painting his face with your kisses, and he gets access to your unlimited display of affection.

"There! Now that's more like it you look like my lover now" putting emphasis on the word, you were grinning from ear to ear while admiring your masterpiece. When you tried to get up from his lap though...

"Now now dearest I think it is my turn to get what I have been seeking"

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[zephyrchama]

Falling asleep in one of the House of Lamentation's common rooms can be a gamble. At best, somebody kindly carries you back to your room and tucks you in. Or maybe they leave you where you were, but drape a jacket or blanket over you.

Sometimes they go overboard, and you wake up with too many blankets. It's sweltering hot and excessively heavy. You thought the brothers were just being supportive in a weird way until Mammon accidentally revealed everyone is trying to break the record of 23 blankets and three duvets.

Sometimes you wake up with a full manicure and facial in progress. Asmo likes the practice.

Sometimes you wake up wearing Lucifer's reading glasses or Mammon's sunglasses. The Anti-Lucifer League must have thought you make a good hiding spot.

Sometimes you wake up with fresh food next to you. Particularly if you fell asleep near mealtime. The strong smell of Devildom cuisine rouses you awake, and you catch Beel trying to tip-toe away.

Sometimes you find... offerings. Bottled tea, or sticker sheets, or a coin placed on your cheek. Levi started taking pictures and in thanks decided to make a shrine dedicated to his idol (you).

Sometimes they draw on your face. The first person to do so will leave a marker for anyone else who happens to feel creative. You've woken up with whiskers, a mustache, fake eyes drawn over your eyelids, money signs drawn on your eyelids, swirls and hearts, a goatee, a big unibrow, and you're pretty sure the twins are the culprits behind a game of tic-tac-toe.

Sometimes you get notes. Simple reminders, or a notice that Lucifer's left the house so please make sure to check that everyone's behaving when you wake up. Occasionally you wake up completely covered in post-its with silly messages.

Sometimes you get kisses. They leave no trace, unless their sender gets carried away and sticks around.

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[angelsrcute]

I suck his dick, it's big, it's very-very big! ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd make you cockwarm him while he works, the door unlocked, his dick so close to your g-spot but he wouldn't let you move! hands keeping your waist in place as his dick keeps you all stuffed n warm.

“I'll be done soon, sweetheart, you can wait a little more right? So, be a good girl n stop movin’ so much.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd praise you for sucking him off so good, tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you try not to gag on his huge dick. Guiding your tongue on his dick, gently holding your hair, shooting thick ropes of cum in your mouth.

“God, your mouth feels so good, my sweets. Keep goin’ alright? looking so pretty f’ me.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd taunt n insult you while you gag on his dick, roughly grabbing your hair and making you take him fully. Your mascara n lipstick all ruined, eyes rollin’ back when he cums in your mouth. :(

“You look like some cheap whore like this, y'know. I bet you're getting wet from me degrading you, hm? As expected.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd fuck you in a mating press, his big cock stretching your insides, hitting your womb. Pressin’ his hand on your tummy to feel his dick in you, making you whine. Your tummy already full from how much he cums, you definitely can't go for another round.. + he's gonna fuck you till you need a wheelchair.

“It won't fit? Don't worry, darlin’. Gonna make your cunt remember my dick, don't worry! Even if it does forgets, I'll just fuck ya again.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd fuck you till your dumb n can only think of him and his dick if you do decide to act all bratty or he'd just tie you up n put a vibrator on your clit and watch as you squirm around trying to get a release, but he turns off the vibrator just when you're gonna cum. :(

"Should've thought before being like that, what did you expect, princess? acting all flirty with that random guy, trying to make me jealous."

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who’re either super experienced from sleeping around or just fucking virgin losers, walkin’ around with that big ass dick in his pants.

— FYODOR, Leona, Dazai, NIKOLAI, Beel, Chuuya, Diavolo, SEBEK, Lucifer, Malleus, MAMMON, Jack, Blade, Neuvillette, Sampo, IDIA, Zhongli, Scara, CHILDE, TOJI, Jing yuan, Gojo, Sukuna, NANAMI, Dr. ratio, Wriothesley, ALHAITHAM, CATER + your favs.

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[rae-writes]

angelic alteration

om brothers x reader

wc : 1.k

warnings: nsfw, corruption kink based

synopsis : when Solomon and Diavolo can't fix the problem, it's up to Mc

a/n : thought the angel event (og) could use some more spice so I poured my entire spice rack on it

“Mc…I’m afraid we have bad news.”

You sighed into the receiver, “Yeah? You guys can’t reverse the magic, can you?”

“Nope!” Solomon chirped cheerfully, “Diavolo and Michael’s magic mixed together too strongly for us to reverse ourselves. You’ll just have to wait for them to go back to normal, or…”

“Or…what?”

“Well, this is just a theory, but what if you just corrupted the angelic magic and forced their demonic sides back out?”

“Corrupted, huh..? I like the sound of that.”

†

“I can feel the magic trying to stop me…how. stupidly. annoying.” Lucifer accentuated each word of his complaint with a sharp thrust, face pinched in concentration as sweat beaded at his temple. 

He’d be damned if something as trivial as a hexed bracelet from the celestial realm kept him from indulging in you, the one temptation he would never dare ignore. 

Your nails dug crescent moons into his shoulders, thighs squeezing at his hips tightly as you moaned and panted beneath him. “Lu-ci-fer! S-slow d-own!” 

He growled and sped up in response, snapping his hips into you harshly, “How dare they try to turn me back? I am the Avatar. Of. Pride!” Once again, each word was accentuated with a thrust, making his cock hit deeper and deeper each time. 

And he was so fucking proud each time he had you a moaning mess underneath him, crying out his name, begging him not to stop— you made his sin flood his entire body every time. 

An electric charge cracked through the air for a brief second before the bangle broke in half, magic forcibly shattering under Lucifer’s sheer prowess. 

He grinned sharply, capturing your legs against your chest in a mating press as he went even harder. His wings shedded to black, spanning out proudly behind him as the halo melted down into his horns. 

“I’m going to ruin you, do you hear me? You’re not leaving this bed- not tonight, or in the morning, or maybe even until tomorrow afternoon…I’m keeping you until I’ve had my fill.”

†

The sight of Mammon’s blue eyes peering up while his mouth was busy pleasuring you had always been a pretty sight— the shimmering halo was only a little bonus this time. 

But you wanted his horns to hold onto. “Just like that, Mams…doing so well, pretty boy.” Your hips rocked over his mouth, grinning down at him with gold flickering in your eyes. 

He was all about giving now that the bangle had taken hold, which even before, Mammon always keened when you sat on his face and just used him. 

The second born was moaning and whining and whimpering against your skin as his tongue lapped up everything he could, “Mmph- like this? ‘M I doing good, Mc?” 

“Y-yeah, baby, fuck— so good…” you carded your fingers through Mammon’s hair, feeling him get more and more excited before you lifted up off his face. 

And he was absolutely distraught with the lack of your taste, desperate cry leaving him as he tried to chase after you. “No, no, no! Mc, please, come back— wasn’t done, wanna taste you still, wanna make you feel good, please!” 

The laugh you let out made him whine even louder, fingers gripping frantically at your thighs. It was like a switch flipped, magic being overtaken by his greed. 

His eyes flickered gold like yours, a whiny growl escaping him. He forced you on your back within a second, mouth working at you even more desperately now as he held you down and took what he wanted— and he wanted to make you cum. 

“Jus’ let me, please let me make you cum— you taste so good, Mc, I don’t wanna stop. Want you to scream my name and yank my hair, grip my horns, just give me more- more, more, more!” 

†

A small shriek left Levi when you rammed against his prostate, hiccuped cries of your name following. His back arched, wings flaring out behind him, making you hit even deeper spots inside of him. 

With his new attitude, he’d been letting everyone else spend time with you and he was finally feeling the built up envy creep along his spine, right beside the spikes of pleasure. 

“Aww…look at you. So sweet for me, huh? Why so shy, Levi? Wasn’t this what you meant about strengthening connections?” 

Garbled sounds left him, courtesy of your fingers stuffed in his mouth. His eyes rolled back, hands gripping at your hips desperately, though it wasn’t clear if he was pushing you away or pulling you closer.

“How am I gonna know I’m doing good if you don’t tell me, ‘vi? C’mon, sweet thing, tell me. Or do you not want me?” 

It was like you asked the unthinkable. A loud whine left him and his tail returned, knocking the halo right off his head before it coiled around your abdomen. 

“No! I want you, I want you so badly, please keep fucking me— don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Diamond shaped scales scattered across his body as the magic wore out. 

You cooed, thrusting into him sharply, making his body lurch, “Good boy, Leviathan..” 

†

“Fuck!” Satan cries out, fingers digging into his white wings to try and keep them from fluttering. His back arched almost painfully, loudly begging you to keep going. 

“Oh, look at you…” the coos that left you made him flush red, giving you a great sense of satisfaction. This was the most he’d been riled up since putting that ridiculous bangle on.

Your thighs were burning at the unforgiving pace you were riding him at, beads of sweat splashing onto his skin, so you decided to change the game a little. 

“Come on, Tannie, if you want it, work for it.” You settled your weight on top of him, ceasing your movements as you cockwarmed him instead. 

A displeased growl comes from the back of his throat, eyes snapping open with a glowing green. “Mc, move! Please!” 

Slowly, the halo above his head began to flicker and dim before it shattered, dissipating in the air. Another growl escaped him as his wings followed suit, tail lashing out like a whip. 

“That’s it— c’mon-!” You gasped when he yanked you forwards, chest pressing against his as his tail locked you in place. The only sounds that could leave you now were broken moans as he fucked you almost viciously. 

“You know how I feel about you fucking. teasing. me. Feels good doesn’t it? Yeah? Cause I’m not stopping. ‘M not stopping until I physically can’t fuck you anymore— fuck, I needed you.” 

†

Unabashed moans echo off the walls of Asmo’s bathroom as the fifth born writhes under your touch. The sound of water sloshing makes his cheeks burn fiery red and the sound of you moaning back at him makes it even worse. 

“W-wait! You d-don’t have to— oh!” 

“Shh, Azzy…’m just taking care of you. You were so hard and aching…could see it even though you tried to hide under the water.” 

The white feathers ruffled with pleasure (slowly shedded away and turning back), hips jerking frantically to chase the pleasure. The bangle’s magic was completely buried under how hot you made him feel and the feeling of you licking along the edges of his leathery wings increased it ten fold. 

“Yes, Mc, like that— don’t stop, just like that, just like that!” Amso curled over on you, horns knocking against your shoulder as he cried out even louder. 

You fisted his cock harder and swiped your thumb over the tip relentlessly, “Yeah? Made you feel so good, you corrupted yourself, huh? Pretty little Azzy…come on, cum.” 

The squeal he let out cracked halfway through, broken cries of your name following like a mantra. His hand encased yours, making sure you didn’t stop jerking him off. 

“K-keep going, don’t stop! Wanna cum for you again ‘n again, gotta make up for when I was giving you away to the others, please, please, let me cum again for you!”

†

“H-haaah…ah! M-Mc…what’re you..o-oh..doing?” 

“You said it made you happier seeing others get to eat, so…” you hummed, licking your lips before digging your tongue back into the slit of his cock, “I’m just..enjoying my meal…” 

Beel had always lost his cool when you went down on him, finding your mouth to be too good at pleasuring him. The growl he let out was something only a demon could make. 

The glowing of the bangle did nothing to deter you— in fact, you only laughed and peered up at him with the red sin of gluttony swirling through your irises. With another hum, you enveloped his cock in your mouth and forced your head as far down as you could, swallowing around him. 

He tried so hard to not buck into your mouth or grip at your head as the magic worked to keep his ravenous nature at bay, but…that’s just not who he was anymore. 

“C’mon, Beelie…want you to cum in my mouth, I wanna taste you..pretty please? Let me have it…” 

A low groan fell past his lips, hips finally jerking up and accidentally making you choke. A rushed apology was given as his fingers tangled in your hair and gently guided your head at a faster pace. 

The beating of his insectual wings was rapid as he got closer, magic completely dissipating when he let out a sound akin to a small roar, grabbing at his own horns when he came. 

Watching you pull away with visibly stuffed cheeks, slowly working on swallowing it all (though drops still ran down your chin) made a sharp pang shoot through him. 

“Thank you…you always make me feel so good, Mc…but..now ‘m hungry. Let me return the favor..wanna taste you too.” 

†

“A-are you sure…this is o-okay?” Belphie chokes out quietly, hands pressing down on your hips to keep you pinned to the bed with your knees bent to your sides. 

Your fingers curl in the sheets, body lurching forward at each thrust, “yeah, ‘s okay— feels good, doesn’t it? You’re doing so good, Bel…” 

The clipped whines and gasps that Belphie was making made his cheeks flair with an embarrassed flush; but you were right. It felt so. fucking. good. And he didn’t think he ever wanted to stop. 

Through the pleasure, it was easy to ignore the glowing bangle on his wrist and the voice in the back of his head telling him that he should have more reservations- that he shouldn’t be doing this— that voice wasn’t even his. Belphie wanted this, he did! 

As your hands stretched back to claw at his lower stomach, you moaned out his name and wiggled your hips, begging him to go faster. 

“Please, Bel…know you can go f-faster than this, want you to fuck me— please, please, please! Don’t wan’ you to be an angel, want you to be my demon again-!” 

Magic cracked in the air, sending the hair on the back of your neck rising before a familiar tail curled around your stomach and yanked your lower half higher up, forcing your chest further into the mattress. 

The attic bed creaked with the force he slammed into you at, whines mixing with growls now; his horns pressed against your skin as he rested his forehead against your back, making it arch even more.  “Yeah? You want me to fuck you senseless again? Couldn’t even go a couple days without having me play with you, fuck, you’re such a slut for me.”

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[lovetei]

Things that the citizens of the Devildom witnessed that will prove that this Human have the characters at their beck and call

Versions: The Brothers, Side characters

Warnings: Gender neutral pronouns for MC, Cussing, Slight yandere themes (Belphegor, Asmodeus)

Links: Masterlist

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LUCIFER

This demon likes sticking to rules

Running on hallways? Detention

Eating during class? Detention

Not paying attention to class? Detention

No one is safe...

Except for one person.

The cafeteria if filled with loud noises, your voice shouting profanities to another demon specifically.

Everyone listening to the argument feels like they're stomach is about to burst out of nervousness because "What if Lucifer randomly comes in and put all of us is detention because we just stood by and didn't do anything to stop the fight?!"

And he did.

But what surprised them is that he didn't shout or anything, he just stood there for a few second and scanned the crowd looking for one of his brothers.

Spotted Mammon and came close to him before whispering something among themselves.

And then he just stood there

Doing nothing

As if it's just fucking okay to let a human, the exchange student at that, to scream and curse a demon because he won't cooperate into this project.

And when the demon started cursing back at you, the rules are suddenly so strict as if cussing will cause the end of the 8 rings of hell.

The demon is sent to detention, removed from the group, suspended, and many more.

And who knows? Maybe you pulled just a few strings to have that demon expelled.

But what the citizens sure know is that they never saw anyone again after talking to MC like that.

MAMMON

It was cute

Mammon would do anything for you, no matter how big or small it is.

One day, Mammon was spotted running around the halls of RAD.

Looking like he's getting chased by Lucifer, again.

But surprisingly, he's not.

He's just running around the school fetching your fan, notebooks, bag, pens, water or some snacks.

One time, you two were put in a group for this project and were talking about it with your other group mates.

Then you hit him with a "Mammon, I left my notebook on my desk in the potions class, can you fetch it for me?"

With just a blink of an eye, Mammon who was leaning on your shoulder just a few minutes ago is gone.

And with another blink of an eye he's there again with your notebook on his hands then he's back to leaning on your shoulder again as if he didn't just go to the other side of the school for a notebook.

LEVIATHAN

He's introverted

He won't go out his room if it's just for some lame party

I also headcanons for him to be the most unseen brother

Or like him having the smallest amount of photo and information online because he just won't go out.

Yeah, he won't go out if it's just some small, lame party but if Diavolo hosts it, what exactly can he do?

"Do you think the avatar of envy will attend this party?"

"Ha! No way... Lord Leviathan won't attend small parties or gatherings like these unless Lord Diavolo hosts it himself."

"Lord Leviathan really has a high standard when it comes to gatherings..."

And then poof

He's there

Beside you

A happy go lucky sheep beside a gloomy snake

What a match

And if you ask him why he would attend such gatherings when it's totally not even his style he would just go like "MC."

"What can I do? MC really wants to see the fireworks display."

"MC wants me to escort them."

So they got the hint on how to make Levi attend gatherings, either have Diavolo host it or invite MC too.

SATAN

He's angry

But not angry enough to yell when MC is around

Man's can go from 👹 to ☺️ real quick as soon as he felt MC's prescense

He doesn't know why too, but whenever he yell while you're around he thinks he'll fall out of favor

"WELL MAYBE IF YOU'RE SO PERFECT THEN WHY DON'T YOU GO AROUND WHILE YOU HAVE YOUR HEAD FAR UP YOUR ASS- Oh, Hi MC? How are you?"

He'll talk so sweet in front you and then when you turn around you can see some veins popping out of his neck and forehead.

And if he can't really handle it and went berserk in your prescense another scary yet amazing thing you can is to put your hand on his body.

Shoulder, head, neck, wrist, arm, wherever it is.

Just pat him or link your arms with him and he will start to calm down.

ASMODEUS

People headcanon him to like it when you're obsessed with him but I think he's more obsessed to you.

Like he's down bad

You can do anything and he'll literally fawn all over it

"Look at the way they run their hands through their hair!"

"Look at how they work!"

"The way they hold that fork is so graceful~"

Literally, you're the only person that comes to his mind when someone said pretty

Except for himself of course

But I swear, whenever someone caught him staring at you the atmosphere gets so thick

You don't even know why but the atmosphere is heavy and the air suddenly smells so sweet

And those heart in his eyes, the way his pupils dilate

Yeah, you have this man worshipping you alongside himself

BEELZEBUB

Other than the fact that he's actually willing to share his food with you

He's willing to help you in any physical works

Like lifting up things, carrying your stuffs and sometimes even running errands for you

I mean, he actually doesn't do it a lot because Lucifer actually asks Mammon for this stuff because the things Lucifer needs to be done is a little...

Shady?

And he doesn't want to taint Beel's innocence.

So now since you're already a part of the student council when Lucifer needs to have something important finished but it requires physical work.

You and Beel will be partnered

And he doesn't have anything against it either

He likes it so much when you command him to do something actually

I mean, he's tall and buff but Lucifer won't ask him to do anything that includes hard labor except taking care of Belphegor

So you actually helping him make use of all those muscles made him feel a tinge of happiness

He feels like he's actually of use :)

BELPHEGOR

This little brat

He would kill for you and he means it

He's not scared to spill blood on broad daylight as long as it's for you

Someone bothered you? Dead

Oh this person annoyed you? Taken care of

Aw~ He told you you're cute and asked you out on a date? That's sweet! Dead.

He's just like that

He won't tolerate anyone who dared disrespect you

And Lucifer won't even put a stop into this

"I mean, Devildom is quite overpopulated and we don't want anyone disrespecting Lord Diavolo's plan on bringing the three realms together now." Is what he reasons everytime.

Oh, he also wakes up on command as long as it's you.

Lucifer and his brothers could be shaking him like he's dead and he won't even bother to open his eyes

But if you just pulled a "Belphie? Good morning..." Oh dear, he's wide awake and clinging to you.

#omswd #obey me headcanons #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mc #obey me x you #obey me x reader #obey me fluff #obey me scenarios #obey me crack

[kpop-otome-yandere-here]

Mc: Hey, dumb slut, get over here.

Mammon, sighing: Okay-

Asmo: I'm coming!

Mammon, confused: I thought... I was dumb slut...

#obey me incorrect quotes #obey me mc #obey me #obey me asmodeus #asmo #obey me asmo x mc #obey me shall we date #swd mammon #om! mammon #whb mammon #mammon x reader #asmodeus #mammon #obey me mammon #mammon x mc #mammon obey me #mammon avatar of greed #mammon x y/n #mammon x oc #mammon x you #asmo x mc #asmo obey me #asmo x reader #asmo om #asmo x y/n #asmo x you #asmodeus x mc #asmodeus obey me #asmodeus x reader #asmodeus x you

[smoft-demons]

Mammon deserves to have someone who misses him when he’s away.

Imagine: Mammon’s not home for the week. He’s away, doing photoshoots or dealing with witches or whatever it is he does. His brothers are just chilling as usual. This is nothing to even blink at, much less be upset about.

But MC? Nope! He’s their Mammon, and they love him so much!

Imagine MC turning to the side where Mammon usually is, automatically going to whisper some dumb comment to him, and then deflating when they find no Mammon there. Imagine MC absentmindedly reaching their hand out to that side, going to hold his hand out of habitual impulse—and being confused for a moment to find empty air… then hiding their sadness. Imagine them distracting themself by hanging out with all the others, who they DO love a lot, but… Mammon’s not there, and the house feels incomplete. They’ve spent lots of time with the others without Mammon before, but he’s never been away so long before, and everything feels wrong.

Imagine Mammon’s reaction to his brothers (probably Asmo, to tease him, or Beel, out of sympathy for the human) texting him to tell him that the human’s moping without him. Imagine them catching MC doing one of those things on camera, because Mammon has to see it to really believe that someone misses him so much.

Imagine Mammon coming home, and the human regaining their energy just at the sound of his voice announcing that he’s back. Imagine them running to the door, pouncing on him for hugs with such excitement that he TOTALLY would have been knocked to the floor if he weren’t supernaturally strong—you know, being a demon.

“You’re home!!!!” MC shouts, not bothering to contain their excitement because they love him, they’re so happy to be reunited, they missed him so much, and he deserves to see that. It’s good for him.

Imagine how happy he’d be to get a reaction like that!

Imagine Mammon and MC inevitably ending up in MC’s room, as they always do, and Mammon seeing that MC has stolen the blanket off his bed. It’s in a messy pile on top of their own blanket, it looks like MC had been curled up under it just before he returned. Because it smells like him, and it’s warm and soft and big, so it’s the closest thing to a hug from him that they could have gotten while he was away.

Imagine how his heart would melt. Imagine how loved he would feel.

Idk, I think he’d cry

#mammon obey me #obey me mammon #mammon #mammon fluff #mammon x reader #obey me x reader #obey me #obey me! shall we date? #obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #my writing

[messysketchyobeyme]

Short and Sweet

Mammon/Gender-Neutral Reader

Summary: You take Mammon out on a date and feed him some ice cream.

A/N: If you're lactose intolerant, allergic to strawberries, or not the biggest fan of eating blood from questionable sources, then just...pretend you aren't for this fic.

Word Count: 1085

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“Say ahh!”

Mammon's entire face flushed as he eyed the spoonful of bloody strawberry ice cream in your hands. You held the spoon in the air, eagerly waiting for him to finally take a bite. Opposing your request, Mammon screwed his mouth shut and crossed his arms. With a jerk, he turned his head to the side and fixed his gaze on the chipped paint on the table.

Your fingers traced the rim of the singular ice cream bowl between you two. You had only bought one to share, which,  now that you think about it, might have been a mistake. You nudged the spoon in his direction. Mammon glowered and began to mutter something that you couldn't quite make out.

The pink and white swirls of ice cream glistened from the overhead lights. One dollop dripped on the table. "Come again?" You asked while you moved your other hand underneath the spoon. 

Mammon pinched his eyebrows together for a moment before repeating himself. He was still considerably quiet, so you had to strain to hear him. "I'm not a child," he continued to pout, much like a child.

"Never said you were," you responded, "Now hurry up: the ice cream is melting."

"I-I can't," Mammon's voice broke in what almost sounded like a desperate whine, "It's embarrasin'..." 

You had to fight to contain the snicker that bubbled up in your throat, "Really? Because you didn't seem all that embarrassed when I first invited you to Madam Devian's." You might have been able to stop yourself from laughing, but nothing could have been done to hide your smirk. 

For the first time since the two of you had sat down at the booth, Mammon looked at you. Well, it was more like a glare with how angry he seemed. "D-Don't!" He warned.

"If I recall correctly," you wagged your spoon back and forth in thought, "you would not stop talking about how this was a date and how I should treat it as such."

Mammon covered his face with his hands and slid down the seat. "Stoooooop," he begged but his words fell on deaf and taunting ears.

You continued to tease him, much to his ire, "You were so excited that I'm pretty sure I saw you skip all the way here. But now that we're inside and actually doing date activities, you're –"

He bolted straight up and held his hands out in a pleading manner, "Okay, okay, okay, I'll let ya feed me! Just stop talkin' already!"

Mammon seemed as though he was going to explode at any second, so you decided to cut him some slack. You smiled innocently, "Great! Here it comes." Once again, you held out the spoon towards him. Thankfully, nothing else had melted.

His lips trembled before he gently opened his mouth. His eyes were squeezed shut, which was surprisingly cute. You wanted to comment on it, but you knew if you did, then Mammon would probably change his mind. Since that was the last thing you wanted, you quickly brought the ice cream closer. In your haste, the tip of the spoon awkwardly bumped against his teeth. Mammon opened his mouth wider, but not before you accidentally smeared some of the cream against his lips. 

You had half the mind to kiss it right off him, but he beat you to the punch. With a loud smack, Mammon licked his lips and swallowed. Damn, that demon. 

Suddenly, his face lit up as his eyes snapped open. You rolled your eyes before dipping the spoon back into the bowl, "Do you like it?"  Judging by his expression, it wasn't like you needed to ask,

"It's great!" He said before biting his bottom lip. Mammon frowned and shyly started to pick at the same chipped section of paint he was staring at earlier. 

Confused at yet another unexpected shift in demeanor, you asked, "What's wrong?" 

"It's nothin'"

"It clearly isn't. Just tell me already."

Mammon rubbed the back of his neck as he stared at the table, the wall, the ceiling, and anywhere except you. "Well, if ya so desperately want to, then I suppose ya can, I dunno," he sucked his teeth and started to pull at a stray thread on his jacket sleeve, "feed me again or whatever." With a shaky breath, he tugged the thread out and looked at you.

You smiled softly and shook your head. It was a mystery how one demon could be so endearing. You chuckled, hiding your genuine smile behind your fingers. "Come here, silly," you scooped up some more ice cream with the spoon and held it up to him. Much more eagerly this time, Mammon parted his lips, allowing you to feed him. You watched him hum happily as he swallowed another spoonful. "Is it really that good?" You pondered aloud. There were many types of food in the Devildom that you hadn't been able to try, yet, and this was one of them. 

Mammon vigorously nodded, "Yeah, it's actually pretty tasty. Probably the best ice cream Devian's has to offer."

That was enough to pique your interest, so you decided to take a bite yourself. It wasn't as sweet as you thought it would be, which took you by surprise. Tangy would be a better descriptor. There were tiny red chunks that were slightly crunchy. You weren’t sure if they were clots of blood or strawberries. You hoped it was the latter. Still, the ice cream wasn’t bad by any means. Mammon was right.

"Whoa, wait, what do ya think you’re doin'?!"

"Uh," you pop the spoon out of your mouth, "I'm eating the ice cream? I bought it to share, remember?" Did Mammon forget that this was supposed to be a date?

"But–but–but–but–but–" he blubbered uselessly as he pointed at the metal in your hands, "That's the same spoon!"

You took another bite out of the ice cream, which made Mammon squirm in his seat, "So?" Your words came out muffled due to the half-melted ice cream in your mouth, "We kiss all the time. How's this any different?" 

Mammon rubbed his palms against his eyes, "You're always like this," he groaned, "So…so nonchalant about this sorta stuff."

"Aw, but you like that about me, right?" You held another spoonful of ice cream tauntingly close in front of his lips. 

Mammon sighed, "Yeah, I do." He opened his mouth, again, this time accompanied with a shy, "Ah." 

You grinned and fed him another spoonful.

#Obey Me #Obey Me Mammon #Obey Me MC #Reader-Insert #Fanfic #Mammon x Reader #Mammon/Reader

[kipxer]

Stimming With Mammon

Obey Me! Mammon/Reader - Platonic - No MC pronouns No warnings, just a lot of sensory descriptions Note: I want a stim buddy so bad. Or an affectionate friend. SOMETHING. The pandemic has taken so much from me…. Masterlist

Mammon stim HCs:

For Mammon, he loves loud buzzy noises, like they're fizzing his hears. Makes his brain feel like seltzer water.

Speaking of seltzer, he loves fizzy drinks and spicy foods, it's like they tickle his mouth with each sip or bite.

The clinking of metal is a favorite sound of his, one of the many reasons he'll count his grim one at a time, putting them into stacks, even though it's all already been counted several times.

He'll also spin the coins on any surface he can find, enjoying the flicking motion and trying to stick his finger in the empty space of the rotating coin as it falls down.

When he's anxious, he'll rub the sleeves of his leather jacket over and over, soothing himself with the smooth leathery texture.

Likes to scratch things too, whether with his claws or regular nails, but he'll only scratch on textures he deems "scratchable". He has scratched a many "un-scratchable" things and now he shivers at the idea of touching them again.

Fidgets with his jewelry a Lot. He twists his rings, earrings, watch, and any bracelets he has on. He's broken a few of the more delicate ones so now most of his jewelry is very solid, flat, and smooth.

Loves warm colors, yellows and browns specifically. Something about it just feels so bright and stimulating, and the browns help contrast that nicely.

Will growl randomly. Not cause he's angry or frustrated, but just cause it feels nice. Will breathe in as much air as possible before letting out one really long growl. Likes to test himself and make the longest growl he can.

Gotta move! Always!

If he's forced to sit, he'll be bouncing his leg, or kick his school desk leg, or if he's in a spinny chair he'll twist his waist back and forth letting his legs swing free.

If he's forced to just stand in place he'll just start doing calf raises, going on his tip toes before falling back down over and over.

Social Stimming

You and this boy are so touch starved. So when you discovered you can stim!? Together!?!? It was over for you two.

You'll find him randomly coming up to you just to bite your shoulder cause he needed something on his teeth in that moment and you were just there.

Will scratch your back like a cat on a scratch post. Just turn around and let him at it. Unlike most scratchable surfaces he deems, he promises to never use his claws on you, instead only his nails, for fear that he'll slice up your skin.

Loves. To. Wrestle. Will never exert really any force on you, but like a big puppy, he loves when you push each other away, roll around, and end up in a fit of playful growls and giggles.

You know those challenges where you gotta like balance on top of each other, or have one person climb the other? Also loves those. Whenever he finds one he demands you do it together immediately.

Brush your hands over his face and he will just melt... Almost like your casting a spell on him, just trailing your fingers down his face over and over and he'll start purring.

Not a fan of being squished or under pressure much, but instead loves to be your stand in weighted blanket when you need. Just let him flop over and lay on you.

Just make sounds at him and he will repeat them every time. Whenever one of the other brothers overhears you it sounds like you're speaking a weird new language to them.

#mammon/reader #mammon/mc #mammon x y/n #mammon x reader #mammon x you #mammon x mc #gn!reader #mammon #om!swd #obey me! swd #om! mammon #obey me! #alterous #platonic #sensory #stim #stimming #stimulating #head canon #headcanon #headcanons #aromantic #asexual #aromantic friendly #asexual friendly #fluff #fanfiction

[leonideez]

After the initial shock and sadness of the brothers realizing that MC will die one day; I think i’d be funny if MC jokes about and and uses it as leverage occasionally.

Lucifer: MC your grades are horrible you need to work on the assignments that have been given to you

MC: i’m going to die one day and you’re going to be sad about all of the times i could have been happy and yet you made me do schoolwork instead

Like MC being an absolute menace would be so fucking funny to me

#obey me fluff #obey me x reader #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me x mc #obey me headcanons #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me x you

[hellisharchive]

・﹒・ hypersexual nights

Summary: How various Hazbin and Helluva Boss characters react to a hypersexual reader!

Warnings: 18+, sexual scenarios, Vouyer!Vox, does hypersexual not tell you enough lol just read it

Parings: [Seperate] Saint Peter, Lucifer, Valentino, Adam, Vox, Mammon, and Striker x hypersexual!reader

Notes: HOLY SHIT THIS WAS GONNA BE FOR 300 FOLLOWERS NOW ITS 400 FOLLOWERS! As a celebration, have this! I'm an hypersexual aroace myself so hypersexuals rise up! 💪

﹒Adam﹒

・He would notice how you always were down to fuck, almost every day in fact, how could he not? You've been the only one to truly keep up with him as most other people always had "low" sex drives and wouldn't be in the mood when he was. So you were like a blessing just for him when day after day, you would always be up for sex at any given moment. When you told him you were Hypersexual one day after a good fuck, he just laughed in your face.

・"Hypersexual? You're always horny? Bitch PLEASE I already knew that. You ask for sex like- every day and never shut up about it. That's why I like you so much. You want to be fucked just as much as I want to fuck"

﹒Saint Peter﹒

・He is a pretty innocent soul, he swears occasionally but when it comes to sex? Oh boy. And you? Being hypersexual? You always flirt with him in a suggestive manner, wanting him to just admit that he likes you. He can't help but simultaneously love the attention as the thoughts you always put in his head, but feel so embarrassed and dirty about it. He always seems to short circuit whenever you flirt with him, but he never says no, so you keep doing it. He of course noticed it after the first few times, you being on par with Adam in sexuality, how could he not? But when you admitted that you were hypersexual and he finally understood.

・"Oh? That's why you uh- why you're always flirt with me! Haha...and say those...really uhm...dirty things... Not that I mind of course! I actually uh...kind of like it..."

﹒Lucifer﹒

・He had his suspicions very early on, it was so obvious to notice how you and Angel Dust got along so well with the topic of sex. He also noticed how you always made sex jokes and talked about sex even without the porn star around. And when it came to him? You always seemed to get flustered whenever he flirted with you, always ensuring to make it dirty, and it worked everytime. After you got together, you almost pounced on him, wanting to have sex early on. He didn't mind it, but in fact, wanted it. You then apologized and said you were hypersexual, meaning you couldn't not think about sex constantly. He just laughed and pinned you down on the bed.

・"Oh I know very well, very well. And I will enjoy fulfilling every. Single. Desire. You could ever ask for"

﹒Mammon﹒

・He isn't exactly the smartest tool in the shed, but he knew you were just as greedy as him. Not in the money sense, no, no. But in sex. You haven't yet gotten to that point in your relationship yet, but he could tell you were denying taking the step. Was it because he was a Sin? He didn't know. All he knew is that if you didn't fuck him already, he was going to fuck you first. So he confronted you and you said you were scared of him just using you for sex due to your constant sexual nature. He reassured you that he truly did love you, but couldn't deny that someone just as greedy as him was very nice to have around.

・"Oi! Don't be scared mate! I won't use ya just for sex and toss ya away! I love ya too much for that. But ya know- I'd be down to fuck every single night if that's what you want"

﹒Vox﹒

・He is an interesting case. He isn't the best guy around and loves to spy on you. So, when you act all innocent and sweet around him, yet fuck yourself silly with a stupid toy screaming for him so incredibly often it becomes a pattern? Yeah, you're hiding your sexual nature. Which is odd, but probably so Valentino didn't swoop in to take advantage of you. Instead of talking to you, he let your feelings build and build and let your toy eventually not be enough for you. You finally burst into his office and told him you knew he was watching you while you masturbated. He was taken aback at first, but then laughed as he realized you loved that he watched you.

・"You need the real thing, huh? Was waiting for you to finally say it you dirty little whore"

﹒Valentino﹒

・He noticed immediately as you would constantly flirt with him in a suggestive way and he would flirt back just as hard if not harder. It was so easy to notice, he played into it very hard and took advantage of your very sexual nature. It was easy to get you hooked quickly and you never had to say a thing. He fucked you in every way he could imagine and you loved every second of it. It was a mutual understanding between you two- the thought of telling him that you're hypersexual was laughable in every sense of the idea.

・"Oh baby~ you wanna be fucked into the mattress again? It hasn't even been three hours amore~ you're still horny? I'll make sure you can't walk anymore after~"

﹒Striker﹒

He isn't apposed to sex, he just hates it when people makes jokes about it when he's just trying to do his job. In fact, he loves sex, have you seen the huge statue where his dick is very endowed? That man is full of himself and knows he can fuck good. You started out as a target for him and at first your sexual flirting threw him off his game. But after many failed attempts of cat and mouse, you finally managed to get him to admit that he liked it from your non stop remarks.

・"Ok fine- yer hot and I wanna fuck. Don't look at me like that! Not my fuckin' fault yer always telling me you wanna suck my cock"

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #vox x reader #valentino x reader #mammon x reader #lucifer x reader #adam x reader #saint peter x reader #striker x reader

[zephyrchama]

Mammon stares down at his youngest brother snoozing away on your lap. Belphegor has made himself at home with your thigh as a makeshift pillow. It’s far from the first time this has happened, and very unlikely to be the last. Any more, he just walks over and does it, falling asleep within moments without even asking. He’ll wake up if you try to stand. As long as you can still study, read, or scroll your D.D.D., it’s usually not too bothersome and easier to let Belphegor do what he wants.

The scowl on Mammon’s face says otherwise. “Ya really gonna let him walk, err, sleep all over you like that? How many time’s he done that this week?” He tisks and stomps his foot, looming over you with crossed arms. “Belphie, wake your ass up! Yer big bro has a bone to pick with you!”

You feel a warm exhalation on your leg. Belphegor seems to be sighing, but doesn’t bother opening his eyes or acknowledging Mammon in any other way, much to the elder’s chagrin.

“Push him off!” Mammon insists.

“I’m flattered you think I’m strong enough to push a full grown demon off of me,” you admit, lightly ruffling Belphegor’s hair. “But, no. I’m not.”

“Don’t encourage ‘im!” Mammon grabs Belphegor by the collar.

At this provocation, the youngest curls an arm under your thigh and nudges his nose into the fabric of your clothes. He refuses to budge. “They don’t mind it, so just leave us alone.” Belphegor’s muffled voice sounds tired and annoyed.

“Belphie, let go! Ugh, use your pact!” Mammon literally growls. “Don’t coddle this jerk, you spoil him too much!”

“Don’t yell at me about it! I’m just sitting here!” you pout. ”And Belphie, watch where you’re grabbing.” It’s not your fault these guys go crazy over you. “Pact orders are painful for you guys, yeah? I don’t want to go through all that trouble. I’m still learning how to control the magic and it’s not worth it right now.”

“Hah? You kiddin’ me?” Mammon taps his foot and gnashes his teeth as Belphegor gives him the cold shoulder. “Fine then. Be that way.”

He goes to walk away, but abruptly turns back and returns. It’s evident when Mammon gets a new idea into his head. You can practically see the light bulb pop up over his head as he dons a cheeky grin.

“Spread your legs for me,” he demands.

“What?” Now you’re staring at him, disbelief etched into your features. You knew Mammon had the occasional lewd thought but even for him this was brazen. Maybe his brothers are right and he’s finally lost it.

“Spread your legs for the Great Mammon! C’mon!”

Belphegor snorts and turns his head ever so slightly, just enough to give his dumb older brother the evil eye. Mammon is tired of waiting and seizes his chance to yank your knees apart. By your own admission, you can’t fight the strength of a full grown demon.

“You’ve got two legs, there’s plenty a room for two demons here.” There isn’t exactly much space, but Mammon lays his head back on your thigh and grins up at you, bumping his noggin against Belphegor in the process.

Ah. You realize this was his goal and Mammon was just being too stubborn to come out and say it.

Your face grew hot. It felt weird to manspread with two doting demons on your legs. “You really could have phrased that better.”

“Whatddya mean?”

You sigh. “Think about it.”

Belphegor exhales again, probably laughing under his breath this time as he re-adjusts his arm to a cozier position.

Mammon is content just to admire you from below until he connects the dots, and a deep red blush spreads across his face. He turns, winding his arms around your back to better hide his face in the folds of your shirt.

He closes his eyes against you, his nose brushing against your side. “I don’ wanna think ‘bout anything. I work too hard, just lemme rest here a while.”

You allow it, ruffling his hair knowing full well you coddle both of them too much.

#who's gonna walk on up and see this situation and decide to sit in between your knees? #obey me mammon #obey me #obey me! #obey me scenarios #omswd #obey me x mc #obey me belphegor #obey me fanfic #obey me fluff #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanon #obey me swd #obey me mammon x reader #obey me belphagor x reader #obey me x reader #obey me scenario #obey me drabble #om mammon #om belphegor #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x gn!mc #obey me x gn!reader