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absolutely going insane thinking about their dynamic🥺
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badperson-8 · 2 months
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Butting In (Part 1) Lucifer, Mammon, Levi
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Male/AMAB MC finds an intriguing sex toy – a magical fleshlight, which is automatically connected to the body of whoever haunts their sexual fantasies. How will each brother react if MC succumbs to the temptation and uses the device?
amabMC x Lucifer, amabMC x Mammon, amabMC x Levi
3.5k words | NSFW | Porn without plot | gn!pronouns MC | AO3 link
Content Warnings: Dub-con | Anal Sex
Part 2 (Satan, Asmo) Part 3 (Beel, Belphie) Part 4 (Diavolo)
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Lucifer
Lucifer sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut. He’s been sent to the House of Lords on behalf of Lord Diavolo for a brief check of their quarterly financial report. But what should’ve taken him at most two hours, stretched into several-hours torture, due to the incompetence of these noble fools. The accounting department did their best to analyze and categorize all the expenses, but Lords were so utterly incapable of providing any reasonable data in time that the finished report turned out to be an incoherent mess.
So now Lucifer is stuck in a place full of insufferable snobs, damned to do their job instead of them. At least the most excruciating part is over: he had to personally collect all the additional papers from each Lord, and now he only needs to compare the numbers. The demon has already sent all the accountants away; if they didn’t succeed the first time, it’s highly unlikely that they’ll be of any use. Lucifer prefers to work alone anyway.
The only two things that motivate him right now are a huge cup of the strongest coffee ever known to demons and potential revenge. If Lucifer manages to find any traces of financial machinations, Lord Diavolo will take this matter into his own hands. And when he’s on the case, it’s useless to hide behind the high status of a noble. The Future King deals with problems swiftly and mercilessly.
Lucifer smirks, takes a sip of coffee, and focuses on the documents in his hands. The demon occupied the office of one of the Lords after he unceremoniously kicked out the owner. The room has too many golden decorations for Lucifer’s liking, but at least the chair is comfortable enough. The soft rustle of papers and the rhythmical ticking of the clock help him concentrate and ignore intrusive thoughts about one particular human who waits for him at home… Perhaps there are actually three things that motivate Lucifer right now, but his pride will never let him admit it.
A sudden shiver runs along Lucifer’s body, making him twitch and almost spill all the coffee on the documents. The demon immediately lets go of the cup and straightens up, trying to figure out what the hell happened. But Lucifer doesn’t spot anything unusual, only the same ticking of the clock breaks the silence of an empty room.  
The second shiver strikes him just as suddenly. This time it’s stronger, it pierces his mind and makes him grab the edge of the table, looking for support. Lucifer feels the ghost touches on his body, which concentrate on his backside. He unconsciously presses his hips against the seat in an attempt to hide his delicate parts from the unknown intruder. But to no avail. The unstoppable force concentrates on his most vulnerable part of the body, pressing inside and massaging the tensed walls of his entrance.
Lucifer bites his lower lip, trying to contain all the embarrassing noises deep within; a thin stream of blood runs down his chin and lands on one of the documents, staining it and coloring the white pages red. His trembling hand wipes off tiny drops of sweat from his forehead.
The Avatar of Pride is not capable of panicking, as simple as that. He has everything under control, no matter what happens. But now, for the first time in eternity, Lucifer doesn’t know what to do. He’s lost and confused; the burning desire to twist the neck of whoever does this to him and the baffling temptation to submit to these new sensations are tearing him apart.
Lucifer chooses the first option, concentrating his magic on the faint traces of the curse that makes him lose control over his body. The demon frowns as he mentally untangles the magical energies and reaches the source of the disturbance.
It’s MC, it’s their life force, their magical energy. Lucifer senses the power of some kind of artifact nearby, but its magic doesn’t look dangerous. The demon sighs, letting his tensed muscles finally relax. He feels an all-consuming relief at the thought of MC being the one who’s behind this. It’s them, they are responsible for all this nonsense. Of course, who else would it be? He should’ve figured it out sooner.  
A gentle pressure on his insides continues, it seems MC doesn’t use the artifact to its full potential yet, preferring to check the toy with their fingers. Lucifer leans back in his chair and spreads his long legs apart. He could fly all the way to the House of Lamentation, confiscate this suspiciously powerful artifact, and lecture them for several hours straight, but…
Lucifer’s line of thought is interrupted by a sudden sensation of some liquid inside him. The demon frowns harder as he feels his cheeks and ears burn with humiliation. He closes his eyes, not to see how his hand unzips his pants and lets out his neglected boner. He doesn’t want to accept this. Lucifer shouldn’t be so agreeable towards the fact that he is being used as a sex toy. Even if it’s MC who does that. Stroking his dick to such foul sensations feels almost like a betrayal of his Pride. He should ignore his urges and…
The touch of a much bigger object feels shocking, no matter how much Lucifer anticipated dreaded the next stage of MC’s curiosity. It feels so much hotter than their fingers; it stretches him open inch by inch without meeting any resistance from Lucifer’s body. He breathes out sharply and tries to stop his hips from trembling. What a disgrace.
Lucifer clenches his fists, stubbornly ignoring his own growing excitement. But despite his efforts, his thighs spread even wider, chasing the feeling of the hot and pulsating flesh, magically conjured to bring Lucifer pleasure. The damn artifact is too good at recreating MC’s dick, too good at imitating all the deep thrusts. The demon can bear this for only so long. He snarls, grabs his dick, and starts stocking it with hungry desperation.
A quiet moan escapes Lucifer’s lips, but he immediately shuts his mouth with his hand, trying to save at least some dignity. The quicker the pushes become, the more difficult it is to contain all the moans. As Lucifer feels MC coming inside him, he bites his hand as hard as possible to muffle the final embarrassing sound. He growls as his fangs pierce his own skin, and his dick finally releases.
It takes him some time to regain his senses. The rhythmical ticking of the clock slowly returns Lucifer to reality. The demon silently stares at the pile of documents, now partially covered not only with his blood but also his sperm. He lifts his trembling hand and snaps his fingers to set the whole pile ablaze.
…They say that after one of the offices in the House of Lords burned down, together with important documents, the whole establishment had to work overtime to restore the lost data. It’s still unknown what exactly happened; some rumors mentioned a black-winged demon flying out of the office’s window in the direction of the House of Lamentation. But the strangest event that surpassed even the fire in one of the core institutions of the Devildom was no doubt the fact that, despite the sudden calamity and overdue financial report, Lucifer was walking around with a huge, bright smile on his face.
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Mammon
Mammon is in deep shit. For real this time. He breathes heavily, peeking at five demons from around the corner. He sighs with relief as they march past his hiding spot and lovingly presses a giant bag full of money to his chest.
From Mammon’s perspective, this whole situation is exclusively the fault of these stupid morons. Who the hell keeps their money in cash nowadays?! These idiots were simply begging to rob them. How could Mammon say no? He will use the money better than they ever could anyway. MC was saying something about a new phone…
Mammon quietly swears and squats behind a dumpster, merging with the shadows. One of the demons returned and is now standing uncomfortably close to his hiding spot. Mammon needs to get out of here before they find him. He should make a run for it once the path is clear.
He squats lower, firmly hugging the bag in his hands. And he almost falls on his ass once he feels some kind of movement inside this very ass. Mammon shivers from disgust at the thought that he seems to be infected by damn tapeworms. He knew that a dinner at that shady restaurant was a bad idea. But seriously, how many are there? Or is it one thick-ass worm? It sure feels like it.
Despite his struggles, Mammon does his best to keep an eye on the demon next to him. They seem to have taken a break from the chase and are now simply smoking a cigarette.
Mammon can’t wait for too long, he needs to escape now while he has this chance. It seems he has to use just a little bit of violence. This demon is relaxed and completely unaware of their surroundings; it will be easy to jump them and knock them out within seconds. Gently, of course. Mammon quietly cackles as he slowly approaches the demon, still half-squatting and holding the bag in one hand.
But just as Mammon is ready to commit yet another crime, the fucking worm starts squirming again. The demon quietly moans, then immediately slams his mouth with his hand. The loud slap almost alerts the smoking demon, but they shrug it off.
“Must’ve been the wind.” They mumble, lifting their head and glaring at the stars. The sky is so beautiful today.
Meanwhile, just several feet away from the romantic demon, Mammon is having a mental breakdown. What the hell was that? No, Mammon didn’t just moan thanks to some stupid parasites, it’s a blatant lie. He tosses the bag on the ground and tries to turn his torso backwards to check his butt. It doesn’t help in the slightest since his jeans cover everything, so Mammon can only stare at his ass with disapproval.
His whole body suddenly shivers, making him drop to his knees and close his mouth with a hand once again. He feels something sticky and moist inside. At first, this strange sensation bothered only his asshole, but now it’s spreading deeper, all the way inside…
Mammon blinks away a single tear, trying not to panic. His medical condition is certainly dire, maybe he’s even dying. No, Great Mammon won’t die from some stupid worms, or whatever this is! He’ll find a cure; he just needs to escape first. MC will have to wait for a new phone a little longer, though; it seems that all the money will be spent on Mammon’s medical bills…
A sudden pressure on his asshole sends goosebumps all over Mammon’s body. He has to cover his mouth with his second hand, falling all the way to the ground. He’s now lying on his stomach, trying to regain his senses. Mammon feels something pushing inside him. His legs tremble, losing all their strength. His brain is trying to process everything that is happening but completely gives up once the ass gets attacked by powerful thrusts. Mammon’s erection is pressed uncomfortably to the ground through his jeans. He can’t even change the position, or at least take off his pants, since his body has fully betrayed him. The violent shivers shake Mammon’s body; he spends his last energy keeping his hands close to his mouth. Otherwise, the whole neighborhood will hear his whimpers.
Mammon’s mind is completely shut down, maybe as a way of precaution. At least the poor demon can’t reflect on the whole situation and be terrified of being either hopelessly ill or cursed. He can only focus on deep thrusts that hit his prostate over and over. The only thing that bothers him right now is his dick, still trapped in his jeans. He presses his hips closer to the ground to get at least some friction.
Mammon closes his eyes, breathing heavily into his hands. He’s so close, just a little more…
He’s suddenly being filled with something so hot that it heats up his insides; his ass unconsciously starts to greedily absorb this mysterious substance. Mammon trembles violently as he finally comes all over his pants. His last vocal moans break through the shield of his hands, shattering the surrounding silence.
As Mammon slowly returns to reality, he feels that his ass is now completely fine. He also feels that he is now surrounded by five angry demons who are ready to beat the shit out of him.
…MC is caressing Mammon’s soft hair as the demon complains to them about his rotten luck. He managed to escape in the end, which was a miracle, even with his abilities to run faster than anyone in the Devildom. The demons didn’t succeed in hurting him, but they took all their money back. Mammon doesn’t care that much about the money, though, being much more concerned about the possible disease. And MC just silently pats his hair, gathering their courage to tell Mammon about that one cool thing they found… And how it can actually be responsible for all of today’s misadventures.
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Leviathan
Levi is bursting with excitement as he strolls around the comic-con. The amount of merch for all his favorite shows is simply unbelievable; and all the talented cosplayers make him wish he wasn’t such a shut-in otaku. To take a photo with any of them would be like a dream come true, but he’ll reach this major milestone some other time. He already has a huge reason to be proud of himself today.
Few reasons, actually. First of all, he came to this comic-con alone. All alone! Him! That’s right, he doesn’t need to ask Beel or Satan to come with him anymore. He doesn’t need any emotional support to come to this place, full of people… scary strangers… maybe they all think that he’s gross… or he smells bad…
Levi shakes his head, using his personal method of overcoming such anxiety attacks. All he needs to do is imagine MC, who holds him by the hand and smiles brightly at him. Yeah, that’s better. They always do this when he’s about to panic. Levi can’t give up, he promised that he’d have fun on his own.
The demon sighs, wishing MC was here with him. Lucifer forbade them to leave the house after they broke something when they were fooling around with Mammon. Levi frowns: this greedy scumbag always finds a way to mess with him, and now Levi has to spend the day all alone. Mammon ruined their date, and…
No-no-no-no, it wasn’t supposed to be a date, alright?! It WASN’T! Levi just offered MC to come with him, that’s all. He didn’t actually hope… That would be just silly, right?! Right…
Levi shakes his head once again, adjusting his stockings. Heels are not so bad, but these stockings are constantly trying to fall down. Maybe his legs are too skinny for this…
Hm? Oh yeah, that’s actually the second reason why Levi should be proud of himself. When he finally decided to invite MC on a da-… to hang out, he decided to consult with the professional, namely Asmo. He gave him some strange advices, like not eating too much during the day to avoid getting too dirty down “there”. Levi didn’t know where “there” was exactly, but he didn’t have the courage to ask. Other than that, Asmo had some great ideas: he assured Levi that MC would really appreciate it if he showed them his true passion. Specifically, if Levi put on his Ruri-chan costume, with stockings and all.
This idea got him really inspired; Levi spent several days preparing the costume for the show. So when the da-… the hangout was cancelled, he couldn’t just leave the costume at home. So he quickly made a giant sign “No photos, No touching, No interactions”, and came to the comic-con dressed in his pink dress.
Levi has never been prouder of himself. Despite everything, he paid homage to his favorite character. He wishes MC could see him right now…
“Ngh…” Levi winces, almost dropping his sign to the ground. His thighs firmly press together, slightly shaking from a sudden, unknown sensation between them. The demon blushes heavily and sprints to the bathroom, locking himself in one of the stalls.
He tosses the sign on the floor, lifts his skirt, and tries to inspect the area beneath. Levi did his best to make Ruri-chan’s costume as authentic as possible, which obviously included the right type of underwear. So now the demon carefully gropes his hips, covered with pink silk panties, in search of anything unusual.
His fingers dig into the silky fabric as he feels a strong tremble that concentrates in the area of his butt. He almost tears his underwear with his claws, trying to fight the unexpected weakness in his knees and not fall to the floor.
Levi gathers his strength, reaches the toilet lid, smashes it closed, and lands on it, breathing heavily. He would have never thought that it would be so hard to do such mundane actions, but he feels exhaustion after this little feat. He’s so confused by the riot of his own body that he doesn’t know what to think. Levi feels something slowly pushing inside, stretching him carefully. The only thing that prevents him from starting to seriously freak out is the fact that this unknown force immediately finds his weak spot.
The demon loudly screeches as something starts applying more pressure to his prostate. His dick already peeks out of the pink panties, leaving wet stains on the underwear and the skirt.
“Excuse me? Are you all right?” Someone knocks at the door of Levi’s stall, making him freeze. He squeezes his skirt in frustration as he shakily replies:
“Y-y-yes.”
That’s the best he can do, but luckily the stranger finds this reply passable and leaves him alone. Levi feels as his butt and asshole get covered in something sticky and warm, and he shivers in terror and anticipation. Wait, “anticipation”? No, Levi doesn’t enjoy this insane situation, not at all!
But self-reflection can wait. If the pushes renew, his voice will betray him again. And if this happens, the whole comic-con will hear him, and he certainly can’t let this happen! Levi needs to find something to block all the sounds ASAP. He looks around, trying to find something useful, but there aren’t many things in toilet stalls. Maybe something on him… Oh!
A genius idea graciously visits him. One of the main pieces of Ruri-chan’s clothing is, no doubt, her cute pink hat. Levi mentally apologizes to Ruri-chan for using her iconic hat in that way, takes it off, and shoves it in his mouth.
Just in time for a new stage of thrusts to start. This time they are much more intense. Levi feels how his fangs tear the soft fabric of his precious hat. But his idea mostly works: all his moans and whines are muffled, they are just quiet enough not to alert other people. He grabs his skirt, panties, his own thighs – anything other than his dick. Levi doesn’t want to do it like this. Not in the toilet stall, surrounded by strangers. Not in the Ruri-chan’s dress. Not without MC…
Levi slightly relaxes as his thoughts concentrate on MC. If he imagines that it’s them who inserts their dick inside him, he’ll manage to get through it. His brain successfully tricks itself, almost actually making him believe that it’s MC who is behind this cruel joke. If it’s them, it’s all right, Levi thinks, and allows himself to touch his neglected cock.
He strokes it desperately, focusing on his vivid fantasy of MC. His hole starts pulsating eagerly as he dives into his imagination. Whatever is on the other side must’ve felt how welcoming his hole became; the thrusts get faster and harder, almost making Levi fall from the toilet seat to the floor. He quickens the pace of his strokes to match the impatient pushes, squeezing the hat in his mouth with all his might.
He comes the moment he feels the hot release of an unknown entity inside him. Colorful circles flood his vision, leaving him completely strengthless. He tries to catch his breath, lazily thinking about the ruined costume, especially the pink panties he accidentally tore up. Now he needs to somehow clean up and hurry home, seeking refuge in MC’s arms. He’ll never go to any event without them again.
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Part 2 (Satan, Asmo) Part 3 (Beel, Belphie) Part 4 (Diavolo)
P.S. The art doesn't belong to me, it's an official art from Shall We Date: Obey Me! (You, Me and Devil's Coast card)
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Ya girl has done it again! They're just too much fun to draw and I will forever and always give them the bisexual lighting.( ̄ε ̄ʃƪ) This is a colored sketch for the funsies so it's not as detailed as it can be but it was fun nevertheless. I'll probably clean this up at some point but for now, here you are tumblr. (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞
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luxthestrange · 1 year
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Incorrect quotes#765 Realization
In the early stages of Mammon and You know each other, past his Pact...
Mam*Laying on your bed, eating some chips for your now regular Movie night rituals*...Everything is gonna be fine...*Taking one chip after the other to calm himself*
Mammon in denial was fidgeting and talking him out on why he started to rotate around you, After one of his brothers to annoy him said"You seem to be actually doing what lucifer told you, either he is giving you a reward or...Dont tell me you like the human now"
Mam*Crosses arms and smirks and nods*It's JUST a crush...it will pass-*Shuts his mouth and acts like normal hearing you opening your door*'B-bout time human!
Mc*Grins at him and takes shows items that were hidden behind their back...His favorite Instant ramen cups are ready to be eaten, Sitting next to him carefully handing his cup*Hello sweetie~Oh be careful it's still hot...
Mam*Grabbin the cup and takes A DEEP breath as he turns his head, Face exploding in a reddish hue bitting his lip*"I LOVE YOU"
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There is not a day that goes by where this demon man isn't in my mind....he doesn't live rent-free...he goddamn owns it-
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raeny-thorns · 8 months
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Clit Play with Mammon
POV: Second person told in the past tense
300 Words
M/F!MC (referred to GN)
Minors DNI
Plot:
Mammon cracks a joke during the climax and it ruins the mood.
Clit play during penetration//double stimulation whammy//Top!Mammon//Bottom!MC//protected sex//implied multiple orgasms//just a quick drabble
A/N: this thought has ruined me. I will not suffer alone. Also be for real, this guy is totally insufferable in bed...
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Clit play with mammon would be so... fun?
He'd be slamming into your stretched wet hole repeatedly, stimulating his favourite spot, the one that makes the most delicious moans rip from your well-used throat. He'd be claiming you as his when he rolls his hips into your dripping sex, and he'd be right. He may be a masochistic moron but he knew how to put you in your place in the most insatiably greedy way possible. It'd been hours of this, his condom nearly leaking with his cum, your own sex practically beaten raw, breaks practically unheard of. He'd spit on your cunt for extra lubricant, his fingers trailing down your trumbling leg to the bundle of nerves that make you arch your back, screaming his name even louder. While you're begging for him to fuck you harder, without mercy he leans in close to your ear, almost biting it.
And in a complete mood 180° he does the record scratching motion against your clit, going "eee-ER, eee-ER, eee-ER." like he's mixing a record. And fuck, it ruins the mood but you both can't stop laughing at the ridiculousness of it.
You try several times to finish what was started when you both calm down but you can't finish, everytime it sending you both into a hysteria and you have to stop.
"STOPP I'M GONNA PISS MYSELF" you practically scream-laugh.
"BAHAHAJSJAJ IT'S SO FUNNY! I'M A COMEDIC GENIUS!!" He roars out laughing, praising his own comedic fuckery.
"You're insufferable. Now I gotta piss, you asshole"
"I hope you think of that everytime you play with yourself BAHDJFBHA"
"IT'S NOT EVEN THAT FUNNY!! IT BARELY EVEN MAKES SENSE!!"
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goosy-goose · 11 months
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I don't post a lot but yk whenever something like this happens, I'm tempted to just screenshot everything.
like look at them, they're idiots in love.
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gullible-diamond · 1 year
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MC: I can’t believe we are locked in here with one bed we’re gonna have to share
Mammon: *throwing the key out the window* a true shame
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bite-sized-devil · 1 year
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Piggy Back Rides
You've had a particularly long hard day at RAD. Exhausted and dreading the walk home, you ask your favourite demon brother for a little favour.
Was going to do these in groups, but they just kept getting longer and longer. Apologies my fellow simps, please enjoy them one at a time starting with the eldest and finishing with the youngest.
TW: none it's pure fluff. GN! MC (Maybe a little suggestive if you like close your eyes and pretend?)
Mammon
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"Come on Mammon, please!" Your voice coming out whinier with every plea that leaves your lips. You'd been begging him to give you a piggy back ride home since you'd both started walking towards the entrance of RAD.
"And why should The Great Mammon carry ya home? Silly human, what's in it for me huh?" The second eldest says with a clearly fake annoyed look on his face.
Fine, if that's how he wants to play, you know just what to do to get him to admit defeat and carry you home. You're sure he secretly wants to do it anyway. Turning your back on him, you pull out your phone.
"Ugh fine! Levi was here today, I'm sure if I promise him a game he'll be m-" You almost finish before Mammon is cutting you off and reaching for your arm.
"N-No, no MC. I'll do it! If anyone should give ya a piggy back it's me! I'm ya first man, aren't I?" The last bit comes out a little more questioning then demanding. Quickly spinning around to face him again you reach out your hand and cup his cheek making him blush furiously. You should have known he would react this way, he's a real softy under that pretend tough exterior.
"Of course you are Mammon, Why do you think I asked you first?" Smiling, you step closer to him, cocking your head to the side and beaming up at him as you say it.
"T-thats r-right." He stammers. His eyes are focused solely on your lips, face slowly leaning closer towards yours.
On tip-toes you lift up and ghost your lips over his. "If you give me a piggy back ride home, I'll let you... Kiss me?"
His eyes flit back up to stare into yours as he swallows loudly. Weighing up whether you're serious or not and deciding not to risk missing out on that particular goldmine.
The words "get on" barely leave his mouth before he's man handling you onto his back making you squeal his name in surprise.
He practically sprints the whole way back to HOL. Only stopping when he gets to your room, dropping both your legs without a word making you clutch his chest tighter so you don't fall on your ass.
"Mammon! A little warning next time maybe?" Annoyance lacing your tone. You let go of him once you steady yourself.
"Yeah, yeah, sure MC." He says hurriedly as he opens your door and drags you inside, the door slamming behind you.
"What's gotten into you Mammon? I thought you only got this riled up about money, it can't be because I said you could kiss me, surely?" You're questions bring another blush to his cheeks. Smiling cheekily up at him as he stands in front of you.
"I-" He beings to stammer but is cut off by your lips connecting with his. Caught of guard by your sudden action he freezes for a second, his lips unmoving against yours. Self doubt creeps into your mind making you start to break off the kiss, maybe he didn't want it after all?
Feeling your hesitation snaps him out of his initial shock, his hands come up to cup your face and he leans in as you go to pull away. You might have had to steal the first kiss from him, but he's never letting you go now that he has had a taste.
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psychocoffeeaddict · 1 year
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BOOM!!
Lucifer runs out into the hall, MC is standing there holding a coat.
Lucifer: “MC! What happened , are you okay?”
MC: “uhm, I’m fine.”
Mammon running down the hall: “what the heck? Lucifer, MC, what was that loud noise?”
MC: (waving Satan’s jacket). “Well a demon stole a kiss, and Satan asked me to hold his jacket while he went to talk with them and suddenly .. boom. I didn’t see what actually happened.”
Lucifer & Mammon at the same time: “Hold my jacket.”
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devilishdelights · 1 month
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my turn on the trend :]
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vvolfy · 11 months
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The brothers + MC at the mall (in the human world)
Lol, these hc’s were also brainstormed by @absoluteyeet​ and @stardustursa​
American malls, for the win LOL
Divider credits to @rubystarraven​ (if its not okay I can take them down they’re just super cute!)
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Lucifer:
Would spoil MC without hesitation, and especially of the risque variety.
   Reluctant to tag along because he would have to babysit his brothers (as usual)
   Would visit stores that specialize in formal wear, (appearances matter), expensive colognes.
   MC drags him into Bath & Body Works, but he doesn’t stay for more than 5 minutes before he loses his sense of smell and develops a headache.
   The type to stand outside of stores with his arms crossed, only to say he isn’t rushing anyone. (he is)
   He’s like a cranky old man. From complaining about the malls music choice to criticizing anyone that passes him.
   Any food vendors that sell fine chocolate would pique his interest.
   100% avoids mall vendors. You want to fix his D.D.D? Too bad so sad. Mammon already scams him. He doesn’t need another.
   Bookstores (Barnes & Noble) would be his go-to.
   As would antique shops. Those are his favorite.
   Would be the first to leave the mall. Honks at the rest to hurry up.
   A MC plushie from Build A Bear would perk him up, I think.
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Mammon:
  Has a coin purse, despite being broke. Lucifer takes it and hits him with it when he makes bad choices.
   Obviously cannot be left unattended. (Do your job MC)
   Spoils MC unconditionally after stealing Goldie back. (Spoils himself as well.)
   The type to haggle prices.
   Has been kicked out of most stores for haggling/stealing.
   Food? Yeah. Like everything else, it goes on Lucifers tab please.
   Resorts to stealing and gets caught.
   Tries to steal cologne from Bath & Body Works while MC is shopping, only to spray himself in the eyes.
   Makes MC at Build A Bear, makes MC pay for it.
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Leviathan:
   Only tagged along to go to Gamestop, Hot Topic, Spencers, and for the Asian food vendors. Otherwise he is being forced to go. Send help.
   On his phone and switch the whole time, headphones on full blast. (He’s a pro at playing and walking.)
   “I guess I’ll h-hold your hand MC. N-Not that I like you o-or anything-- y-you’re just so n-needy you’ll hold a filthy Otakus h-hand--”
   “Can we go now?”
   Talks MC’s ear off at his favorite stores. (Always listening ofc)
   Due to sensory reasons, he avoids Bath & Body Works, though he’ll wait outside for MC.
   Loves stim toys. Walks out of Hot Topic with a bag full of em.
   You can find him at the arcade! Claw machines are his favorites!
   He would share Dippin’ Dots with MC.
   Would go to the pet shop to see fish and snakes ofc
   Would go to Barnes & Noble for the mangas, duh
   He would spoil MC in his own way. “It’s not like I l-love you or anything! I just didn’t want y-you to feel left out! Ugh!”
   I think he would love Build A Bear. He would so build Lotan and Henry, and carry them everywhere. He would also love a plushie of MC.
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Satan:
   In this for Barnes & Noble or any bookstore really.
   Actively avoids the others. (Except for MC)
   Loves the cafe in B&N, would eat croissants with the blackest coffee while reading.
   Lucifer physically curses Satan to follow him if he doesn’t leave w/ them.
   Accompanies MC where ever they go/want to go. (Spoils them too.)
   Would stop at the pet store to see the cats. Expect him to be there for a long while. Cats > you.
   Stops at Bath & Body Works for warm scented candles.
   Like Levi, Satan would LOVE stim toys.
   Starbucks 100%
   Would go to the movies with MC to watch movie adaptions of books.
   The last to leave the mall, by closing time. Lucifer is angry.
   Leaves with like, 50 new books.
   Loves a cat plushie from Build a Bear, though a MC plushie would be better.
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Asmodeus:
   Would live in a mall for eternity if he could.
   Takes his sweet time in every single store.
   Manipulates a few human lackeys to carry his and MC’s bags. If he can’t find anyone, then Beel would suffice.
   Takes MC to Sephora or Ulta to spice up their vanity wardrobe.
   Would definitely take MC to Spencers for the risque stuff. ;)))
   Bath & Body Works spree. (He has a huge collection of their products, duh.)
   Would make MC at Build a Bear 100%, along with a bear of himself. (Rose bear for him!!!)
   Wouldn’t splurge at the food court tbh, he doesn’t want to get dirty.
   Would be the one to help MC choose fashionable clothing. (Lingerie, etc)
   Though he does his own nails, I think he would still go to the salon w/ MC to both get their nails done. Mani/pedis, duh.
   The type to try every. single. beauty. sample. in existence.
   If you thought Mammon was a heavy spender... lol
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Beelzebub:
   “Hey MC, I’m hungry.”
   Pulls MC to every food vendor until they flood a table with various snacks and food (Onlookers are shocked)
   He would carry MC’s bags to exercise so long as MC feeds them.
   His way of spoiling MC would be sharing his food, but I think he’d also buy MC stuff, like what he sees them taking an interest in, you know?
   Would definitely hit the gym or martial arts training, whatever available in the mall at the time.
   For additional exercise, carry both Asmodeus and his bags.
   Would mistake soaps and candles at Bath & Body Works for food. Lord help us.
   Better dip with Mammon before Lucifer kills the three of you for embarrassing him. (And that shoplifting charge)
   Carries MC anytime they say their tired, or when MC wants a piggy back ride lol
   Would love any food related plushie MC gets him, though he eats it because it looks too realistic.
   Frequently checks on Belphegor who decides to sleep on a massage chair.
   Helps MC reach the taller shelves.
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Belphegor:
Tired Edge Lord(TM) didn’t want to go until he was yoinked into Spencers by MC. More face jewelry for him. Plus some quality time with MC is always best. (Works at Hot Topic too)
Finds a massage chair, falls asleep instantly.
(If) Lucifer manages to get him out of the chair, it’s a team lift.
Will wake up to MC or food, or both. Both are nice.
If he’s awake enough he would love it if MC shared their Dippin’ Dots with him.
If he has enough energy he would gladly hold MC’s hand as they walk together.
He would definitely be a candle man, and would love the soft scent candles Bath & Body Works sells.
Would love Build A Bear like the others. Cow plushies, and a plushie of MC are ideal to snuggle with.
Loves stim toys like Levi and Satan do.
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Uh huh, okay so you're telling me he gave them an earing that's eerily similar to a part from his "truer form" and you expect me to just accept that and be normal about it.....
It honestly looks like he could have just removed it and made it into an earing did I mention how I'm frothing at the mouth?
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stinkylittleanon · 9 months
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I imagine that if/when Mc/you get back from the past that the brothers would notice that you’ve changed a bit. You’re still the silly lil’ human they know but... Whatever happened you give off a different vibe. They still love you! They just have to learn and accept these new traits. They know it was probably a lot, but they’ll love you through and through. But it would take a while for some of them. Leviathan would probably avoid you at first. Mammon would be super clingy but a bit more distant. Asmo would be the most understanding but still have a bit of trouble. Belphegor would also avoid you for a bit. Beelzebub notices the vibe is off but tries to ignore it. Satan doesn’t treat you differently but knows that you’ve been through a lot. Lucifer would be the same as Satan, but maybe a bit more willing to let you be affectionate with him. You’re you, but you’re different. It sets them off at first but with a good amount of pushing they’ll adapt and love you even more! 
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au where the demon lords are instead revered as local deities. all of them highly respected, except for mammon who’s scorned as the god of poverty/misfortune. one day, mc (who’s recently been on a whole string of bad luck) prays to him on a whim (their reasoning being maybe he favours those afflicted w misery). excited to finally have a devotee (no matter that the offering was just an old lotto card) mammon shows up in person to help mc out... and finds himself falling for a human of all things.
(Technically based off this prompt but also technically not? Took the idea of this prompt/the basic outline but didn't really follow the guidelines, i have 32 prompts and i'm finally, slowly making my way through them and ignoring all my wips🫠🥲)
Unnamed GN! MC x Mammon
Vacancy
There is a town, through the woods, where a vacancy stands, waiting to be filled. There is a stranger, beyond the town, searching for a purpose, for belonging, for a home. There is a creature in the woods. There is a cat in the library.
×mind the tagged warnings×
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luxthestrange · 1 year
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Incorrect quotes#735 MAMMON
Now If Mc Managed to get drunk with spiked punch in a part...
Mam: Uh that's enough punch for ya human*taking the cup away from you who is talking with A drunk Asmo about who love*
Mc:-Like I dont get it!-*Looks at Mammon and leans into him nuzzling into his chest*You and me gonna marry!~WE GONNA HAVE LIKE 20 FUCKING KIDS!*stands up proudly*
Mam*With a face that is getting redder and redder by the minute as he tries to pull you back down to sit*o-oi!*Is hugged by you *
Mc: LOOK YOUR PERSONAL INCUBATOR!-CUZ YOU KNOW!*holds his face in own hands looking down at him with a loving gaze*Your the most beautiful man I've EVER met!~
Mam*Gives a proud smile with a nod, teary eyes*Y-yeh!Treasure!
Mc*Kisses his face all over in sloppy kisses*IM NOT KIDDING YOUR SMILE IS LIKE THE SUN!?-
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...The GLARES mammon got...from how affectionate and clingy you were to not let him go...
I LOVE THIS DEMON CROW MAN FOREVER
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lycemagee · 16 days
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"You are not my first choice, but you are the only one at the moment."
Salome is not the biggest fan of Mammon. But you take what you have to take, right?
Warning: 18+ ; Smut; Strangle; Scratching; Biting, a tiny bit of swearing
(Guys it's the first time I wrote something like this, so if you are reading this and realise, I forgot to mention any other trigger, then tell me please! It's a learning experience for me ☺️)
The heat Salome felt was not the usual one. There was no Rage. No scratches, no bites. She felt hands on her roaming slowly on her body, massaging her bottom, stroking her skin, almost tickling it. Her lungs felt heavy, it's been a while, since she got some energy from a devil. She was frustrated, but more was she frustrated with her partner. The King of Greeds gaze was fixated on her, a small smile on his lips, which she would love to smack away. Sometimes he would pinch her bottom, that made her jump. Salome clenched her jaw, pulling his hair back and bit him on his neck, enough to leave a reddish mark.
"Don't take it too far", she whispered as a warning, still having his strands in her hands. She breathed in deeply and sighed. The wall on her back felt cold and the heat radiating from him gave her shudder. Mammon chuckled deeply and pressed her even harder on the wall.
"I take the lead, you follow. Nothing more.", Salome said.
"Your greed for control seemingly stands above all else.", he said amused.
"And you think you are deserving it?"
"I will make sure, that I will be worthy enough to get it."
She drew her eyebrows together in response and snapped her tongue. Arrogant A**hole.
Salome pulled him closer to her, grabbing his chin to open his mouth a bit and laid her lips on his. She slipped her tongue in his mouth, explored it and dominated his. She tightly bit his under lip, scratching his neck with her nails, feeling the goosebumps on Mammons Skin. Her legs wrapped around him tighter, rubbing on him. Mammon moaned against her lips, which made her smile satisfied. Salome felt him getting harder between her legs. He leaned in, searching for her lips, but Salome covered his lips with her hand and pushed him away.
"Now now... Who is getting greedy now?"
"I would never deny my own greed, Salome.", Mammon said, while Salome was stroking his lips.
"Neither should you.", he continued and pushed further on her entrance. Salome gasped surprised, getting tense, feeling his width. Honest with herself, she never had someone with this length AND width. Being wide or being long was one thing, but being both was another. But that's fine. She grinned at him, Salome swept her thoughts aside, feeling her own heat and desire taking over. And she would get rid of the heavy feeling on her chest.
Mammon noticed how her body relaxed and repositioned himself, holding her steady against the wall. He saw her flushed grin, looking like she did accept a challenge. And even though he would love to take her right now, he knew as a human being he needed to be careful. So he pushed slowly through her and she leaned back taking it in. Her breathing got faster and her grip on his hair got tighter. Internally she cursed herself. This would not go well. Even though he was slow, it hurt. But the voice in her head was against reasoning, just about being in control and not showing any sign of fragility. Not before him. And not before anybody else.
Mammon waited until he felt her relaxing more and pushed further, until he felt her tense up again, and repeated the process, until he couldn't move forward anymore. Salome breathed faster enjoying and also enduring it. Being filled up was a satisfying feeling, but how deep it was felt uncomfortable at the same time. She sighed heavily and leaned forward kissing him on his lips.
"F-you", she said breathing irregularly, with a smile on her lips.
"Well I am doing you.", Mammon said smugly.
He began in a slow rhythm and for Salome it hurt. The position against the wall wasn't the most comfortable, but also she concentrated on not tensing up too much. But that made it even worse. Mammon did thrust deeper than before, that made her moan. She clawed at him, leaving red marks. Her hips and legs were shaking, breathing heavily, but didn't say anything. Mammon noticed her strained look and her body reaction. He paused, looked around and saw the table in the room. Mammon took her in his arms and went to the table, where he let her down. He felt a tight grip on his throat. Salome looked irritated, her brows tense, biting her lips. She felt humiliated. He knew she wouldn't like it. He recognised early, that being in Control and Prideful is everything for her and any sign of losing it would be repressed, even if it means, she is hurting or felt uncomfortable. For him standing for themselves and telling if something was wrong isn't a sign of weakness. It's a healthy communication about each other's boundaries. He realised in confrontation with Angels that Salome lacked a certain amount of self awareness for her own safety.
"What do you think you are doing?", she asked, surprisingly, quiet and looked him straight in his Golden sparkling eyes. She put a lot of pressure on his throat and Mammon had trouble getting air. He felt her pride was hurt, that pitying would be the worst thing you could do.
"What do you... think...", he stuttered out vaguely, struggling because of the lack of air. Salome was sitting on the edge of the table and put even more pressure on his throat, digging her nails in his skin. Still Mammon didn't resist and looked fascinated in her eyes. She pulled him closer to him, biting his lip, until it bleeds and licked it off.
Mammon could easily manhandle her, but let Salome decide his position and let her lead. That was one of the conditions she made and he agreed to. At some point they switched positions, so that Mammon was laying on the table and Salome was over him. She still had her hands over his throat, but let her grip loose, positioning herself on his hips.
"Don't ever underestimate me Mammon. If I want something, I will take it, it doesn't matter how.", she said dangerously, her eyes cold. Salome ran her fingers over his breast down to his abs like a slow temptation. Mammon bit his lips with a smile. Every muscle fiber twitched under her touch, her gaze determined and firm made his heart beat faster. His face felt hot.
"And I crush everyone under my hands, who will dare to belittle me."
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