#obey me one shot

[cherrieflavouredheadcanons]

Oh memories

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[sunflowerrosewood]

Not A Scum ~ Obey Me! Mammon

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

On to the one shot!

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

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

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

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

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

"How is she?" Mammon asked. 

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

"No thanks to you." Levi snapped. 

"What do you mean?" Mammon growled.

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

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

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

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

Mammon: how are you?

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

Mammon: Sorry I haven't been by

Mammon: Do you mind if I come by now?

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

You: Come on by

You: I've missed you

End…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[ilyluffy]

𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 || 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐧

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a game of truth or dare with solomon escalates thanks to magic

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: solomon x afab!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut (minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!solomon, sub!reader, magic being used during sex, kind of dubcon(?), mutual masturbation, fingering, voyeurism, exhibitionism, dirty talk, humiliation, praise, implied vaginal sex

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.2k+

𝐚/𝐧: had to reupload because it didn’t show up in the tags :( any reblogs are appreciated

for @/asmos-pet and @/blueparadis ‘s “mind games” collab

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒. solomon had a sly look on his face after he finished casting his spell. he must have caught on to your distrust based on what he says next. “what’s with that look? this is going to be fun”.

“maybe for you but you haven’t told me the conditions of the game yet” you remind him.

solomon hums, as if to say ‘fair enough’. he goes on to explain but his explanation is less than satisfactory. “it’s simple really. just a game of truth or dare. if you lie or refuse to do a dare then the spell i put on you will react”.

“what exactly will happen?” you raise an eyebrow. all you get in return is solomon’s smirk growing a little wider. you can’t help but groan. when you agreed to have a game night with the sorcerer you expected board games not this.

just as you were starting to rethink your mistake, solomon cuts in. “oh come now. i put the same spell on myself so it’ll be fair. cross my heart” he says, making an x motion over his chest. you’re still unsure about all of this but you still sigh and accept the terms.

“great! now what should i ask you first…”. things start off tame. solomon asks you basic, almost boring questions and dares you to do a cartwheel at some point.

that probably should have made you more cautious. of course he was building up to something. unfortunately by the time solomon shifts focus, your guard is already down. you have no way of preparing the question he asks.

“do you touch yourself?” solomon asks so casually that the words almost go over your head. when they finally sink in your face feels hot. you stutter out that something like that is none of his business but solomon remains persistent. “you have to answer. i’ll repeat, do you touch yourself?”.

it’s an obvious lie but you’re too embarrassed to tell the truth. so you flat out tell him no. the minute the fib makes it past your lips you feel your core pulse. an involuntary moan escapes you before you can slap a hand over your mouth. shocked, you understandably ask what happened.

“oh that? that’s the consequence for lying” solomon chuckles. “did it feel good?”.

it did. it felt like someone was stimulating your pussy. you can already feel a bit of wetness forming from one lie alone. rather than admit that, you look away in humiliation.

solomon just proceeds, amused by the reaction he gained from you. “alright then, truth or dare?” he continued with the game as if nothing happened. you stammer out “truth”, which proves to be a poor choice. “do you touch yourself thinking about me?”.

obviously you hadn’t learned from the first time because you immediately blurted out a “no!”. for a second time you feel a tingling sensation over your clit. this time he feels a little stronger. you throw your head back and whimper before you can think about controlling yourself.

“oh? so you do” solomon tilts his head to the side a tad. you swear his eyes darken a little as he speaks. “i’ll take note of that. so, truth or-“.

“w-wait! you’ve gone twice in a row!” you interrupt, shifting uncomfortably in your seat as the little puddle in your panties grows. “it’s my turn”. there’s a hint of disappointment on solomon’s face but he shrugs and grants you your turn anyway. “t-truth or dare?”.

“dare”.

“i dare you to take this spell off me!”.

solomon laughs at your boldness. you’re so cute. “well played. i’m afraid i can’t do that though. so i’ll take my punishment”.

just like that, solomon releases a low groan. all of a sudden there’s a tent in his pants. so he really did cast the same spell on himself. although it somewhat puts you in even playing fields, you’re nervous to hear what else the crafty sorcerer has come up with.

with a bead of sweat dripping down his face, but still seeming composed, solomon asks you to pick two of your options. truth or dare. so far ‘truth’ hasn’t been so kind to you so you bravely pick dare. solomon almost appears gleeful that you chose this. you played right into his hands.

“i dare you to touch yourself in front of me”.

your throat runs dry at the request. you’re tempted to refuse but by now you know what the result will be. you weren’t sure you could handle any more punishments. you were already pent up as it was. so without saying a word you start undressing.

“don’t be shy. make sure to have those legs wide open more me” solomon snickers, palming his erection once you’re nude before him. “i need to be able to see everything for it to count as a successful dare”.

again, heat is pooling in between your legs but it’s from solomon words and not magic. getting comfortable in front of him, you spread your legs before bringing your fingers to your clit. mewls echo from you the second you start rubbing circles.

solomon watches in awe as you inevitably push two fingers into your hole. he’s so mesmerized that he’s nearly rendered deaf, nearly. “this isn’t over” you say through shaky breaths. “t-truth or dare”.

“fuck… dare again”.

“i-i dare you to touch yourself for me” you moan as you pump your fingers.

there’s no need for you to tell him twice. following your instructions, solomon gets rid of his robes and pants. he hisses when he manages to free his angry cock. turns out getting hit with the spell once and witnessing you pleasure yourself was all he needed to be rock hard.

“shit, you’re beautiful” solomon moans, wrapping his slender fingers around his base. he starts off slow stroking himself but eventually he works himself up to match your pace. “so perfect. want to see you cum. just for me”.

“wanna see you cum too” you whimper, curling your digits. “i-i deserve that much after agreeing to this s-stupid game”.

solomon lets out something in between a laugh and a grunt. “you call it stupid but you’re enjoying this, aren’t you. you like me watching you. you like that i’m fucking my fist to the sight of you”.

it’s unclear whether this is a part of the game or not but you nod honestly. “i do, solomon, i’m getting close”.

your warning makes solomon increase his speed. he’s moving his hand up and down his shaft sporadically, determined to get to the same point that you’re at. “yeah? you’re gonna cum? gonna cum for me?”.

“yes! all for you” you slur. “please cum with me, cum with me!”.

the coil in your stomach snaps but luckily solomon hears your pleas. managing to catch up with you, white seed spurts from his tip and paints his chest at the same time you make a mess on your fingers. removing your fingers from your pussy, you and solomon heave as you try catching your breaths.

“t-that was good” solomon hums when he regains enough energy to be smug again. “truth or dare, pretty?”.

“but- i thought the game was over?”.

“it will be after this last round” he promises. “so?”.

you hesitate for a moment before whispering “d-dare?”.

your answer causes solomon to crawl over to you. soon he’s hovering over you, with that same hungry look in his eyes. your hearts hammering when solomon leans down to speak huskily in your ear. “𝐈 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔”.

2022 © saecore — do not repost or translate my work. likes, reblogs, and comments are welcome

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[acaribeau]

Levi’s dolls

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

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

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

“Password”

“It’s me Levi”

“Are you alone?”

“Yeah”

He opened the door and quickly pulled me inside.

“Did someone see you?”

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

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

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

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

“Won’t he tell Lucifer?”

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

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

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

This was heavier than I thought.

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

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

“In your WHAT?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are they humans?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He beamed his smile and his eyes sparkled.

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

Bonus:

That afternoon watching Magi Magi Police Sun.

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

“Oh, that would have woken up Lotan”

“Noooo, I wanted to pet Lotan!!!!”

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

“Everyone wants to be petted” 😡

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

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

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[kurooblossom]

4:01 am + Lucifer

♡ Pairing: Lucifer x reader

♡ Warnings: established relationship, fluff, gn!reader, pet names (darling, love), not proof read, some ooc-ness

♡ A/N: I was half asleep writing this admittedly. Soft!Lucifer is my kryptonite.

♡ Also available on AO3! ♡ Taglist

Lucifer’s heart skipped a beat the first time he found Y/N curled up at the foot of his bed and D.D.D in hand. He had told them to go to sleep without him as his meeting with Lord Diavolo would be running late, and of course, the human had insisted on waiting for him. No matter how much he tried to get them to go ahead, the human refused to rest without knowing the eldest demon was home and safe like the rest of his brothers.

“What am I going to do with you?” Lucifer murmured, biting back the soft smile that threatened to form as he crossed the room.

Tiredly, he removed his heavy cloak and vest, tossing them onto the couch in front of his bed for the time being. Similarly, he did with his shoes before he crawled onto the bed behind the human.

His lips pressed against the human’s temple, frowning slightly at the chilly temperature of their skin. He wrapped his arms around their waist and pulled them in closer to him. The human’s body melted into his embrace, almost as if being in his arms was where they belonged, which was something the demon wouldn’t argue with. Y/N’s back rested against the demon’s chest as he buried his face into their hair. His hand moved from their waist to their exposed arm and began to rub the chilly skin. 

“Thank you for waiting for me, love.” He murmured into their hair. “You should’ve, however, at least waited somewhere warmer.”

Lucifer allowed himself to lay there with the human for a few moments before he begrudgingly pulled himself away from them. He got up and finished preparing for bed before returning to the human. Carefully, he slipped his arms underneath the human, lifting them up with ease. Still asleep, the human moaned at the sudden warmth that engulfed them, nuzzling into the demon's chest. Lucifer chuckled, swearing he felt his heart skip a beat once more at their cuteness.

Pulling back the sheets, Lucifer laid the human down and covered them up before circling around the large bed and doing the same. Once more he pulled Y/N closer to him. This time the human nuzzled into his chest, wrapping an arm lazily around his waist.

“Good night, my darling.” He whispered, pressing a kiss on their forehead.

#lucifer x reader #obey me x reader #lucifer one shot #lucifer fanfic #lucifer fanfiction #obey me fanfiction #obey me fanfic #obey me one shot

[bokutosmochi]

PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER ♡ MAMMON

mammon x gn!reader

"two orders of astronaut ice cream for mammon and anon please!"

ingredients? mammon was not the avatar of pride, but that doesn't mean he can't have his prideful moments.

what's it? fluff

allergen warnings? some violence

sugar level? 0.8k

regulars? @tokyometronetwork @tahonet

parlor's note? mammon, my love, it's so fun to write for him (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

bon appetit!

"you know you didn't have to do this, right?" you asked, to which he just tsked. he continued to put the dvd into the player with you voicing out your concerns in the background. "i don't want you to force yourself to do something you don't want to do."

"look here, human, if ya think some lil spooky movie's enough to scare The Great Mammon, then you're wrong."

one of the best thing about mammon was how observant he is; you can't help but internally coo whenever he remembed a small detail about you, which is fairly often. other times though, you think that it may be him downfall. that and his pride.

you found yourselves shopping at the devildom mall on a weekend; you've done all your homework the day prior and the both of you aced the exams you had assigned. you deserved a treat. one of the shops you explored was a dvd store selling disks from all genres, plus a few more that you've never heard of before in the human realm. a few movies caught your eye, underworld understandings - a mystery movie that focused on the protagonists making pacts with immature humans -, through the thorns of the rose - a romance movie following the lives of two starcrossed demon lovers -, and lastly, down the valley of rotten skull mountain -- a horror flick about a bunch of travelers getting stranded on rotten skull mountain, a place plagued with monsters heinous enough to frighten demons. the last one was the movie that intrigued you the most.

you didn't end up buying anything from that store. instead you saved the grimm to buy a new stash of mammon's perfume since you heard him complaining about not having a lot left. both fortunately and unfortunately, it was mammon who ended up buying one of the movies you were interested in, and knowing how much you loved horror movies, he made the obviously very wise decision to buy down the valley of rotten skull mountain.

"no mammon, seriously. i know how much you don't like scary movies. we don't have to watch it."

"i wanna." is all he grumbled before grabbing the remote and pressing play. he then plopped down beside you in your comfortable bed and watched the starting act play out.

you could tell he was getting a bit uncomfortable. you could also tell he was not about to stop watching it anytime soon because of how engrossed you are in the movie.

two of the protagonists died in gruesome ways which made you flinch and you'd never bring up the way mammon hid his face behind the stuffed capybara he won for you when you visited the human realm on your latest birthday. but as you progressed further into the film, you found out that their deaths was nothing to the way the supposed final girl was going to suffer.

even by just judging the tense atmosphere of the movie, how this will be the ending scene of the movie, and the string quartet playing in the background creating a heart-pounding tune, you knew mammon would not be able to stomach this. if he was able to sit through it and not look away, he was going to have nightmares for days and that was not something you wanted him to deal with.

you knew that he would turn down your offer of turning the movie off, he would also reject the idea of looking away as per your advice, so you just laid a hand on the back of his head and guided it down so he would be facing your shoulder instead. you turned down the volume so he would not hear the intense sounds of her blood-curling screams and the sound of guts being torn apart by the monster's teeth. he had his hands over his ears the entire time and he would have vowed to do anything you asked him to if you promised to keep this a secret between the two of you; his brothers cannot find out about this.

he was only able to speak when the movie was over and the credits were rolling. "h-hah, knew you couldn't resist getting your hands on The Great Mammon. not that i can blame ya though. i'm yer protector and if ya need protecting from a "scary movie"", he did air quotations around scary movie as if he did not agree with the 16+ rating, "then protecting from a scary movie you'll get."

i get: reblog

you get: protection from a scary movie (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

#order of the day! #order up for mammon! #one black sesame mochi #with a side of coconut italian ice #mammon fluff #obey me fluff #mammon x reader #obey me x reader #mammon x you #obey me x you #mammon x mc #obey me x mc #mammon x yn #obey me x yn #mammon scenarios #obey me scenarios #mammon one shot #obey me one shot #a date with u event

[unforgettwble-sumii]

• Masterlist — ₊‧.°.⋆🫧

🔴 A little reminder that I mostly write for fem and gn readers. 🫰🏻

⚪ Current master list, I will be adding more oneshots/fanfics once I'm finished with the others ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა

⚪ Fluff - ☁️

Angst - ⚡

Smut - 🍷(pls be mindful when requesting smut)

Personal favs - 🪷

⚪ Characters I write for:

• Wednesday [ Wednesday 2022 ]

> SOFT SPOT ⚡☁️

⭐ You are tired and want cuddles.

> BLUFF ଓ ˖˚⊹ ☁️

⭐ The reader trying to hide her feelings from Wednesday, in fear of rejection. However, little does she know that her one and only true love reciprocates her feelings.

> GO TO SLEEP, AMOR ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅☆ ☁️

⭐ It's 11 p.m and you're still on your phone reading a fanfic about your favorite fictional character.

> SICK ｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ˎˊ˗ ☁️🪷

⭐ After running out in the rain like a crazy maniac without a raincoat or at least something to cover you, you got sick. As expected. Wednesday volunteered to nurse/aid you back to normal. Thing being with you to keep you company and help you as well.

> YOU'RE MINE, CARA MIA 🕸️📌 ⚡☁️

⭐ It seems like Xavier has been flirting with you, And you were maybe a little to oblivious to see it since Xavier has always been this nice to everyone, or at least that's what you think.

> BLACK DAHLIA'S ️🖤❀༉‧₊˚. ☁️

⭐ You and Wednesday have been dating for a month, she knows everything about you. At least that's what she thinks. There's one thing about you that even Wednesday doesn't know.

> SWEET SWEET JEALOUSY 🕊 ˚✧ ₊˚ʚ ⚡☁️

⭐ Jealous Wednesday scenarios.

> SICKNESS CALLED LOVE ✧ ☁️

⭐ To her dismay, Wednesday had fallen into a loop hole of 'unwanted' feelings.

> SHINING FROM AFAR ੈ✩‧˚ ☁️

⭐ You wished she would just look at you, give you all her attention, her affection. You sought for her warmth even if she barely gave you any.

> MY HAVEN ☆ ☁️

⭐ When Wednesday becomes unsure with her feelings, you come at the right time to comfort her.

> DATE NIGHT ☁️🪷

⭐ A lovely date night with Wednesday.

• Amber Freeman [ Scream ]

> KISS ME ☁️

⭐ Amber gives you an accidental kiss infront of your friends.

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• Leviathan [ Obey me shall we date! ]

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⚪ Celebrities I write for:

• Jenna Ortega

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a/n:

Oof, Ik that I don't have that much works but I promise that I'll post even more content. Just give me some time /ᐠ > ˕ <マ

Oh! And don't be afraid to send me prompts or requests! ﾐ ・◦・🎀 ﾐ

That's all, thankyouu luv u all xoxo!!! ♡ - unforgettwble-sumii

— ⭐ ©unforgettwble-sumii's work. Pls do not repost, steal modify, or translate.

#wednesday x fem!reader #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x fem!reader #wednesday addams x fem reader #wednesday x female reader #jenna ortega x reader #wednesday imagines #obey me one shot #leviathan smut #obey me shall we date #send requests #amber freeman #amber freeman x reader

[dejwrites]

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ poison ⠀ 〳 ⠀ mammon ‵ ❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) you know you ride it right, i might just die tonight. but you know i'm still coming through baby. i know it's bad for me and you know it tastes so sweet. i think i need your abuse, baby.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — female anatomy described, fem reader, established relationship (reader and mammon are an on and off again couple), pet names (baby, pretty girl, etc), nipple play, toxic relationship, toxic!reader, reader is a ballet dancer, also besties with asmo whose also a ballet dancer, college au, mentions of bruises, i guess you can say human au, breeding kink, mentions of blood, injured!mammon, street fighter!mammon, mating press, service dom!mammon, inspired by poison by brent faiyaz, wc: 2.3k, minors dni !!

reblogs & comments are highly appreciated. ♡

MAMMON JUST COULDN'T LET YOU GO. He treated you like an addictive drug that he was stuck on. Although you two had broken up months ago, he still found a way back into your life. You knew that that was one risk you would have to take when you decided to indulge in his behavior when you first met him. You somewhat blamed yourself for getting involved with your closest friend Asmo's brother. Even after the breakup, you still saw Mammon's face.

Practicing your turns in the living room of the brothers' inherited house with Asmo, only getting a glance at his battered face as he peeks into the living room really quickly. Or late nights going downstairs to get something to drink and bumping into him. Which always leads to you sneaking back into Asmo's room with Mammon's scent imprinting your skin about an hour later. It wasn't like, you wanted to continue to push the street fighter away, but you had plans.

You had things to do.

The dance industry could replace you in a blink of an eye and you were just getting your rightful flowers now and you refused to get distracted by a heart-jerking thing called love. You would have thought Mammon would understand that considering what he does. He put his body on the line for cash even though one bad hit could cause him to get injured or even dead. He shouldn't have time for love when he should be training as hard as you practiced for ballet.

But he didn't. He still crawled back for some reason. You still remembered staying over after a long night of practicing with Asmo, his words as the two of you were in his room. It wasn't no secret between the brothers about who they were seeing considering the awkwardness of them walking their flings past the dining room during breakfast time.

"I just wish you would put me and my other brothers out of our misery and just get back together with him. His whining ruins my skincare Sunday," Asmo plopped down on his bed.

"I don't have time for relationships or Mammon. I told him that." You responded as you did a quick turn and landed perfectly.

Asmo was staring at his pastel pink-colored nails. “You know you have to explain some things to him really…really…slow…like….this.” His words slowed down like a turtle.

You let out a snicker before you’re plopping down on the floor to stretch your limbs. “Auditions are coming up for The Nut Cracker in three weeks. We need to make sure we get some good roles.”

“AKA the leads?” Asmo eyes went to look at you as you were on the floor.

“Obviously. We made a promise to ourselves at the start of the semester that we were going to make a name for ourselves. Distractions aren’t needed,” You said.

“To you! I need the luxury of having a pretty distraction Y/N,” Asmo responded. “It helps me feel light as a feather.” He lets out a giggle before grabbing his phone to text.

You let out a sigh at his words before standing up, “I’m going to go grab something to drink and a snack, you want anything?”

Your question wasn’t answered due to Asmo instantly answering the phone call. A devious smile on his face before he pressed the phone to his ear. You assumed it just was one of his prettiest flings during the semester. When you exit his room, you walked towards the staircase to go towards the kitchen. The house was quieter than usual for a late Friday night. You assumed that the other brothers were either locked up in their rooms or indulging in something devious during Diavolo's frat parties.

Each step you took the floorboards creaked under you, so anyone that was also in the kitchen would hear someone coming. Which just your luck, you entered the kitchen to be met with Mammon. The streetfighter had his back turned away from you as you slowly walked inside the kitchen. The sound of the microwave started and soon he let out a relaxed sigh as he placed a bag of frozen vegetables on his bruised side. You could smell the familiar scent of the food he was warming up. Your eyebrows knit together as you finally made your presence known in the kitchen. "Beel is going to kick your ass for eating his Thai food."

A terrified yelp escaped Mammon's mouth as he turned around frantically to face you. "Don't sneak up on me like that! How long have you been standing there watching me?"

"Long enough to know you're eating Beel's food. Did you ignore the threat on the container?" You questioned as you looked him up and down.

You now were able to get a full view of his bruised body. The purplish color bruise on his rib cage looked horrendous, more horrendous than the way your feet looked when breaking in new ballet shoes. He had a piece of paper towel shoved up one nostril and a small cut above his eyebrow.

"Sorry, can't hear you over the sound of the microwave." He said jokingly before he's turning around to open the microwave to grab the food.

You rolled your eyes before you're grabbing a bottle of water to drink out of the fridge. You knew you should have just left the conversation right then and there, gone back upstairs to Asmo, and call it a night. However, you still found yourself switching your weight from one foot to another watching him. You knew he felt your gaze when he looked up from the food, "I'm fine if that's what you're wanting to ask?"

"Uh—yeah, glad to know that. But your ribs lookin' fucking horrible," You commented. You could tell he was in pain even though he tried to mask it out with some smirk.

"I'll be good." Mammon shrugged it off so casually.

"You should go to the hospital, it could be serious." You commented.

"Why'd you care so much?" Mammon uttered through mouth fulls of food as he watch you prompt yourself on the counter.

"We're friends.." Your voice trails off slowly. You weren't even sure that was true.

You heard Mammon's snicker before he swallowed his food, "Friends don't fuck like we do, but okay." He commented as he looked at you.

Your face grew hot when you heard him say that. "We don't do that anymore." You said as you took a sip from your water.

"Why though?" Mammon questioned. "It's not like you didn't enjoy it," He answered.

"Because you got attached. I told you not to and you did just that."

You watched as he sipped from the Lemon Lime Gatorade he had in front of him. "Aww come on, you can't use that against me." He said as he looked at you. His body leaned against the marble counter that was in the center of the kitchen.

"Why can't I?" You asked. You watched as he stood up waltzing over the kitchen counter to be close to you. "You know I have important priorities right now, I don't have time for this. So yes, I'm using it against you."

Mammon rolled his eyes at you before he took the space in between your thighs. His fingertips trace alongside your side and down to the inside of your thighs. A dangerous shiver traveled down your spine after he touched you. "You know you're just too addicting. Of course, I was going to get attached."

You could smell the scent of the soap he used to shower with the dash of his Burberry cologne you were a little too familiar with. "Why wouldn't I when you rode me so well on some nights? Sucked me off even better on some mornings before class. I'm sorry, I can't help it." Mammon takes a couple steps back from you.

However, you grabbed a hold of the waistband of the sweatpants he wore tugging him back. He always had this thing where he thought he had control in the slightly odd relationship you two had, but you always were one step ahead. "So, what would it take for you to stop? I'm saying, stop with the texts, the phone calls, everything."

"It's not going to stop pretty girl. You know this because every phone call and text, you answer. You're just as attached as me." Mammon backfired.

Your silence to his comment caused his lips to curl into a smirk. "Cat got your tongue?" He asked as he looked down at you.

"I'm being dead serious Mammon," You responded. Your hand motioned to the two of you, "This has to stop. I have a really important audition coming up and I refuse to let you get into my head for me to mess up," You responded.

You heard the white-haired male in front of you kiss his teeth before he was speaking once again, "How'd you think I feel?" Mammon asked.

"You're a huge distraction in my field of work too. You think I don't think about you before a fuckin' fight?" Mammon asked.

Now, the both of you couldn't help but stand in silence at each other's words. "Just one more time and that's it." was the last words you told Mammon before you were in his room.

Your pajama shorts and tank top are scattered across the floor alongside the sweats and boxers Mammon wore. Your moans hiccuped from the back of your throat as Mammon was thrusting his thick cock inside of you. His hips moved at a rhythmic pace but he let out a low hiss when he felt the abrupt pain near his ribs.

When Mammon lifted up slightly from his face being buried in the crook of your neck, he notice the look of worry that lit up in your eyes. "You okay? We can stop." You said as your hand went up to wipe the white strands of hair out his face.

"I'm okay," He mumbled before he's leaning down to place a kiss on your lips to muffle any concerns about his wellbeing. His hips resuming to pushing forward to feel closer to you. The feeling of your cunt clutching around him caused him to feel dizzy. On a regular evening, he would chalk that up with him just hitting his head on the mat in the octagon-shaped ring one too many times. However, tonight for some reason he felt so drunk for the woman below his bear body.

His lips pressed subtle kisses on your jawline before his face disappeared in the crook of your neck getting a whiff of your scent. Which was now not only mixed with your sweet scent of perfume, but with a hint of the scent of him. "Don't push yourself too hard, I don't want to hurt you." You moaned his ear.

Mammon lifted up, detaching himself from you with a quickness. He pulled himself out of you causing a chill to scatter down your spine. "You're not going to hurt me." He uttered.

You could feel the tip of his cock brushing against your folds that glistened with your own slick. Your eyes watched closely as Mammon took his hand to guide his cock up and down your puffy lips. Teasing you bit by bit until you were soaking for him to put it back in. "Mammon, please stop teasin'." She begged.

"Just savoring the moment doll, this is the last time right?" Mammon asked you.

The feeling of his thick mushroom-shaped tip tapping at your throbbing clit caused you to moan. Your hands going up to cup your bite-marked decorated (courtesy of Mammon himself) breasts and toying with your swollen nipples.

The sight Mammon was watching, he could feel his body go through some form of a heatwave. His tanned skin heated up so quickly, that he felt like he was about to cum just by the sight of you. He let his teeth graze at his bruised lip before bottoming down once again inside you. This time hooking his strong arms under your knees in a lewd mating press position. His hips were driven forward so harshly—his wooden headboard was banging against the wall. He hoped that Satan whose room was next to his wasn't home. Just so his brother wouldn't come knocking on the door begging for him to keep it down because frankly, Mammon wasn't going to stop. Actually, he didn't want to stop. He didn't want to stop until you were a cumming mess below his battered body.

"Fuck—you feel so good baby," Mammon groaned out. His hips propelled forward with each time he felt your cunt pulse around him.

"Mam, please—it's too much," You hiccuped through moans even though your feet were thrown over his shoulders and your hands went down to his waist to halt his movement, you still ached for more. "I'm goin' to—cum."

"You can handle it," Mammon assured as he looked down at you. "I know you're so close for me, let me make you feel good this last time."

You only nodded at his command before your thoughts were clouded with the sweet tune of Mammon's groans. It was wonderful hearing his words of praise. From how much he cared for you to how good you felt around his cock. He was as close to cumming, as you were.

After a couple more strokes, you felt Mammon grip the oak brown headboard above your head. The words of him stating he wanted to savor every moment lingered in your mind as you got an idea. You wrapped your legs around Mammon's waist completely locking him in. You watched as his eyes grew big, but his thrusting did not stop.

"Savor the moment Mammon." You mumbled before you tugged him in a kiss just in time for the two of you to cum. You could feel his hot cum fill you up to the brim, his thrusts growing sloppy as his cum coated his cock with ease before he's pulling out of you slowly.

You felt Mammon's body plop down next to yours, the two of you breathing heavily and enjoying each other's silence.

"Gosh, you're so fucking addicting," Mammon said out loud.

TAGS — @l-ovey @ickyism @hidansdarling @yooniluvbot444 @scholarlogy @kewrai @asmos-pet

#obey me x reader #obey me smut #obey me one shot #obey me mammon #mammon #mammon x mc #obey me au #mammon smut #mammon x reader #dirty money collab

[goblins-writing]

A Million Ways To Say “I Love You”

Request:  Could you write a care free Lucifer? He just doesn't have many responsibilities for the time being, mc finally gets to do on date and doesn't have to worry about his image! A/N: Hello! Thank you for requesting! I just noticed that you probably meant like a date in public, but I wrote it as a private date, so if you’d like me to redo your request lemme know! I hope you enjoy, either way. Pairing: Lucifer x MC Genre: Fluff Warnings: None Summary: While on a date at the beach, Lucifer lets his walls down. Requests are open!! Check out the prompt list I shared!

It was tranquil, sitting on the beach with Lucifer. Leaning into one another, hand in hand. He was calming in every aspect of the word, especially now; the usual stress and sternness melted away due to the lack of responsibilities thrown on him for the past couple of weeks. He was sweeter this way, his walls down more and his words not watched as carefully. Not to say he wasn't already sweet, it was just that the "I love you"'s became less rare, as well as his compliments. Right now, cuddled up to one another, you could feel how much more relaxed he was. His muscles were not stiff, and his eyes drooped in sleepiness. It made your heart flutter and ache at the same time. Flutter because you were relieved he was getting a break from his stress. Ached because you knew this wouldn't last forever. He was a very powerful and busy man; he would forever have the burden of responsibilities on his shoulders. Now was just a small reprieve. "Have I ever told you how much you've impacted me?" He breaks the silence with a question. Again, your heart flutters. "No, I don't think you have." You say through a smile. He sighs. "There's a lot of things I haven't told you." "Like what?" "Like how my heart trembles when you're near me. How badly I wish I could hug you in public. How much I adore you, and how much your absence makes me break and fold." He murmurs and smiles at you before continuing; "Like how you're a constant mood lifter. How much I owe you for bringing me and my brothers closer together. How badly I wish to scream my love for you from the rooftops. And how much I cherish these moments with you." It's clear on his face that there's more he wishes to say, but you cut him off with a kiss. "I love you, too." You state, simply before pulling him to lay on the ground. It was tranquil, laying on the beach with Lucifer. A sort of tranquil you could only get from being with your lover. A sort of tranquil you only get from being in love.

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[shiverss-s]

When their shirt smells like MC after a date

part 1: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi

part 2: Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie

part 3: Solomon, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon

Lucifer

- He gets back home from the date. Mc gives him one last hug before they head to bed.

- Lucifer walks into his room but he felt at peace forgetting all past duties and just thinking of Mc. Then reality set in, he has so much to do. He walked over to his desk and began to work.

-After a few minutes he puts his head down in stress, resting it on the crook of his elbow. Wait! It smells like Mc.

-Lucifer takes a deep inhale and his stress just seems to melt off of him. He thought about the date and that amount of heppiness he felt motivated him to finish his work.

- He wonders if his smell would do the same but would never ask.

Mammon

- Mammon is a touchy person, he was all over Mc during the date. He always enjoyed the way Mc smelled.

-Mammon walked Mc! to their room. "If you miss me, don't worry im just a text away. Of course you'll miss me"

-Mammon walked to his room and laid in bed. He checked his bank account to see how much he spent on his date. He started to look at pictures that the two took during the date. He felt so happy and decided it was time to sleep.

-As he was taking off his shirt he got a scent, a familiar scent. A blush appeared on his face. He held on to his shirt and laid back down. He continually smelled the shirt until he was asleep.

-That's his human's smell ofc he loves it.

Levi

-He's bulshing really bad after the date. He takes off his cosplay and realizes He smells like Mc.

-He's obsessed

-He's jealous that thats how Mc smells naturally, maybe just jealous because he can't have that smell to himself.

-He doesn't wanna wash the cosplay

-It's his new prized possession.

-Everytime he hugs the mc He's reminded of their smell and takes a deep breath to inhale their scent.

#obey me #obey me fluff #obey me lord diavolo #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me one shot #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me little d #obey me levi x mc #obey me memes

[teathyme4thedevil]

Bedtime Routine - Mammon x MC

*Agender AMAB Aromantic Asexual MC. First person writing. Mention of erections. No Smut. Submissive Mammon.

A one-shot showcasing the relationship dynamic between my MC Thyme and their guardian demon Mammon.

“Master…”

I sighed as Mammon nuzzled and rubbed the sides of his cheeks against the nape of my neck. He was in a good mood tonight.

I ignored the obvious hard on the demon currently had, made easier by the fact that he held his clothed hips away from my body in respect of my boundaries. Mammon, believe it or not, was one of my more thoughtful demons, never even accidentally crossing a boundary in all the time we’ve known each other.

A squeeze of my full hips interrupted my train of thought, eliciting a soft sigh from me. It always felt like a nice massage. Mammon was obsessed with my lower body, taking every opportunity he had to grope at it, squeezing handfuls of my soft, fragile flesh. Raking gentle claws against my clothed skin, my first demon groaned.

“Yer always so good ta me, Master…” He muttered, dazed by his own pleasure. “So soft ‘n sweet.”

The darkness of the room was comforting in its all encompassing entirety. Of course, Mammon could see perfectly fine, but I liked the soft blanket of nighttime that coated my room.

Mammon had snuck in after curfew to snuggle, which eventually led to him greedily marking me and now feeling me up. I never really minded it when my trusted demons loved on me, as long as they had no expectations of me putting out or anything like that.

Turning around in his arms, I plant a chaste kiss on his wandering lips, quieting his praises. “I could say the same about you, my sweet demon.”

Even in the dark, I could see him blush.

“W-What’r ya talking ‘bout… ‘M not sweet. I’m fearsome and deadly! You should honestly be scared of me, ya know?” His bravado kicked in as soon as the praise left my mouth.

“Hush now, let me compliment you.” I batted at his bare chest. Thankfully, Mammon’s habits of sleeping in the nude didn’t apply when he spends the night in my bed, choosing the alternative of throwing on some sweatpants for my sake.

Mammon blushed harder at the skin on skin contact. “S-Shut up… I mean- I guess if it’s you, i-it’s okay.” He borderline whispered.

“That’s my good boy.” I smiled, the skin around my eyes crinkling. Mammon bit his lip, fangs making indents on his bottom lip. “Now go to bed, we have school in the morning.”

Sighing, Mammon snuggled closer, hips still held away from me. “Mmm, yes Master.” He growled gently, pressing a soft kiss to my bare chest, avoiding my pectorals. A no no spot for me. I pet his fluffy white hair slowly, running my stubby fingers through his locks. Every other pet, I brush against his spiral horns. He groaned, adjusting himself so his face was level with my torso, for better scritching access.

Several more tender kisses later, he slowed down, eventually falling asleep with his head on my flat chest, arm around my waist, his hand still resting on my hip. One of his leathery wings laid itself over my middle acting as a blanket of sorts.

He was so cute when sleeping, stress lines that you only notice existed when they’re gone, disappear from his face. He was such a good demon.

The gentle snores of my first pact demon led me into a deep sleep, comforted by the presence of a trusted friend. I knew I was the safest I’d ever be in his arms. He was too fast and powerful for me to ever be harmed while with him.

Sleep takes me easily, the dark room blanketing us in its comfortable absence of light.

End.

MC's Dynamic With Each of the Brothers

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me mc #mammon x mc #mc x mammon #obey me one shot

[kpakrman]

Mammon when you breakup with him

Like the shortest one shot, I’m hurting really bad rn Idek what this is really. One day at a time I guess.

He goes numb when the words leave your mouth.

He feels his heart shatter in a matter of seconds.

All that goes through this mind is all the memories you’ve made together. Every kiss, every touch, every look…

“Y-y/n please, don’t do this. Tell me what I did wrong. tell me…Please.”

Wanting to make everything right in that moment, mammon pleads to you with tears in his eyes

Seeing him like this makes you rethink if you made the right decision

But what’s done is done, it’s too late to take it back so you try not to look at him.

“Y/n” he says while he grabs a hold of you before you walk away. “Please…” he looks at you with innocent and sincere eyes.

“I’m sorry.” You pull away and leave before you begin to cry.

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me sad #obey me breakups #obey me one shot #obey me x mc #obey me imagines #obey me x reader

[obeiii-mee]

Fluff what if mammon befriends luke at first just trying to get in Good terms with MC but after while he starts to care for the young angel and starts to treat him as though he was his brother Even starts to be protective of him IM SORRY BUT I LOVE THESE TWO BABIES

Luke; From Mammon’s Perspective

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OH MY GOD BUT WHY DOES YOUR IDEA FIT MAMMON’S BIRTHDAY EVENT SO MUCH??? THIS IS HONESTLY SO GREAT, HAAA-

Mammon would just be jealous of the attention you give Luke but he’s too much a softie to actually do anything lmao

Thanks for the request, I’m happy to provide Mammon happy hours ft. Luke because they’re both amazing 😔

Characters: Mammon, Luke and mentions of the brothers and nowdateables though they’re not all that involved

Warnings: None besides some mild cursing and some vague descriptions of gore

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“Oi! What’s the chihuahua doing here?!”

You didn’t even feel the need to turn around and acknowledge him before you answered, keeping your eyes fixed on the batter you were mixing and on Luke as he fussed around the kitchen. The way he moved around strongly emphasised the decades of experience he’s had in the baking industry and compared to you, the young angel really seemed like a professional. Actually, he became so focused on his tasks that he opted to vehemently ignore the demon that just marched into the room, despite giving him an obvious and nasty glare from his position near the oven. Normally, Luke would take any opportunity to snap at the inhabitants of the House of Lamentation but today, he didn’t seem to be as bothered by their goading.

“He’s here to help me make a cake.”

“For what?”

At that, you did turn around, temporarily abandoning your work so you could face the second born and furrow your eyebrows at him in confusion because you did not expect this level of ignorance coming from him. Then again, Mammon always had a way surprising you at the weirdest of times so maybe you should’ve seen it coming, “Simeon. Mammon, we had a whole conversation about this just a couple of hours ago? I know you have a selective hearing problem but-“

“Yeah, yeah, I remember that.” He huffed out, crossing his arms and scrunching up his whole face as he recalled the talk you had with him during breakfast. It was something you brought up randomly enough, in between munches of toast and sips of orange juice. It wasn’t often that you got the opportunity to eat food from the Human Realm so even though this particular issue was bothering you plenty, it didn’t exactly stop you from eating. The stress may have gotten to you…a little.

“Buy him something.”

Not surprising; the only thing Mammon would consider to be a proper gift would either be stacks of money or something inherently expensive. It’s how he works. Really, most of his birthday presents to you were either crazy cheap or really pricey, all depending on his current financial situation.

Though it was a decent suggestion, you had to shrug it off. You could easily imagine Simeon reprimanding you for spending too much money on him, even if he deserved to have something nice. Besides, what kind of gift could you possibly give to an angel? You really didn’t want to disappoint nor overwhelm him with something that may not be up to his taste. Picking gifts really sucks, but you didn’t know how else to show your appreciation for the help you’ve received from him.

Mammon, sensing that this had been bothering you for a while now, dramatically sighed before adding, “Ya should ask the dog if he has any ideas.”

“What?”

“The chihuahua. Y’know, that small, feral thing that keeps following Simeon around like a lost puppy. Maybe make him a cake or something. Don’t let Beel know though, he’ll probably get to your ingredients before ya even have a chance to start using them.”

Now he regretted letting his big mouth ruin your night with him. Truth is, he didn’t expect you to actually take his advice to heart nor did he think you would actually bake him a cake. Mammon really believed you were gonna buy him a cake from the pastry shop down the street like any normal person would but instead, they now have an angel in the kitchen measuring flour quantities in a plastic bowl and melted chocolate dripping on the floor.

“But MC-“

“Mammon, could you please shut up?” Luke’s interference took you off guard but Mammon just seemed annoyed. Seeing as he was keeping quiet up until now, the angel’s patience must have ran thin from the endless rambling of the only demon in the room.

The second born scoffed, “Are ya talking to me? Sorry, couldn’t hear ya, you’re the size of a dog and you’re yapping like one too. Besides, you do know you’re covered in cake mixture from head to toe, right?”

Suddenly embarrassed about the dawning realisation that he does, in fact, have a considerate amount of batter on his face, Luke quickly wiped it off and pointed the spoon he was using mere seconds ago at him, “Just get out! Me and MC are trying to finish our cake, you low-life of a demon!”

Mammon was about to retort but stopped dead in his tracks when he heard you giggling from the other side of the room. Luke also appeared startled by your reaction and both of them turned their heads and tilted them in a curious manner as they were watching you erupt in more laughter. Simply because they both kinda looked like confused dogs waiting on their master.

“Hey, why the hell are ya laughing? Did this little shit get his dumb ingredients all over me?”

“Yeah MC, what gives? Hurry up and drive this guy out of our kitchen so we can do our work in peace!”

By the time they were done poking and prodding at each other with small insults, your chuckles died down and you could finally respond but only after wiping away a tear from your eye that was caused by your sudden outburst, “I’m so sorry but Luke’s little disgusted face mirrored yours so perfectly Mammon, haha. And the way he’s on a little stool and he still can’t reach past your shoulders-my bad.” You said that, though you continued to quietly giggle to yourself when you turned around.

In all honesty, they both seemed kind of offended but they couldn’t stay mad for too long because your light hearted jokes deescalated tensions between the two quite fast. Luke was still embarrassed from what you could tell and Mammon was also absolutely flushed up to the tips of his ears.

“In any case, Mammon? You’re staying right? If you are, I’d appreciate it if you could do this portion over here and crack some eggs into the bowl while I start the oven, OK?”

Too dumbfounded to actually say anything, Mammon tersely nodded his head and just stared at you as you continued to gather ingredients from around the kitchen. He supposed this counts-any time spent with you is great even if what you happen to be doing together is bake a whole ass cake. If he’s lucky, he could even steal a spoonful or two of jam when you’re not looking. While he was processing all this, his eyes met with Luke’s stern gaze and the two seemed to reach some kind of mutual, silent agreement.

They could work together for the evening, and this evening alone, if it was for your sake. After all, Luke enjoyed helping you around in the kitchen and he really wanted to make something nice for Simeon. Meanwhile Mammon was just trying to hoard your attention again. Both of them could profit from this so maybe if they just stayed out of each others’ way, tensions would not increase.

Mammon figured that couldn’t be too hard. Even though he considers Luke to be nothing more than a tiny, rabid animal, he supposed he could be considered a decently well-behaved kid. He could definitely handle him.

“If you’re going to help out, you need to wear this.”

“Eh? The fuck is this?”

“It’s an apron, though I’m not surprised you don’t know anything about cooking health and safety. Typical.” Mammon just stared at the soft pink material in his hands, clearly designed for someone half his size before opting to switch his glare back to Luke, who was openly smirking, “You’re bound spill something so you might as well wear it. Who knows, it might suit you?”

He was going to chuck the little bastard into a meat grinder the moment you turned your back on him.

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The ‘incident’, as both Mammon and Luke refer to it, happened on a Friday after school, just outside the R.A.D building and about half an hour after most students already booked it home.

With the exception of the student council. Which Mammon was a part of. Unfortunately. Meetings with Lord Diavolo were scheduled weekly and the brothers had no choice but to attend them. If they were lucky, the eldest was sometimes the only one summoned but for the most part, they were all expected to show up. No exceptions could be made this week around and even the human exchange students were invited to it. It was all starting to feel a tad bit overcrowded.

Not to mention, the meeting was so dull and boring, the second eldest could think of a thousand different ways to spend his free time than sitting in a chair for hours on end discussing the security cameras Lord Diavolo wished to install throughout the school. Honestly, his back was aching after having been seated on those God forsaken, uncomfortable, spineless chairs for so long and the room was absolutely suffocating because Lucifer was outright refusing to open the windows. The only thing worth looking forward to were the refreshments Barbatos promised to bring, but it shouldn’t be of too much surprise to hear that Beel essentially inhaled all the snacks the moment they arrived before anyone had any time to react. Judging by the smell alone, Mammon guessed it must’ve been Barbatos’ signature cake.

To make matters even worse (somehow), you were clever enough to come up with the excuse of ‘needing’ to go to the bathroom just to escape the torturously slow meeting. You were gone for more than half an hour now, no one was questioning your apparent absence or your whereabouts and Mammon wouldn’t be shocked to find out you just went home. Problem is: now he was stuck, completely by himself and totally human-less, in a boiling room with no drinks or snacks whilst everyone around him pointlessly rambled on about the new delivery system of goods for R.A.D.

So, what’s a poor demon like him meant to do in a situation like this?

Nothing less than what’s expected of the infamous Avatar of Greed and his cunning ability of achieving the most profitable outcome possible; completely plagiarise your idea and then have the audacity to promise his brother that if he were to bump into you on his way there, he would be dragging you back to the meeting by the scuff of your collar at all costs. All lies, of course. The moment he finds you, he’s taking his emotional support human and running home to find a suitable hiding spot from the wrath of the Avatar of Pride once he realises the little trick he’s pulled.

Though his plan certainly worked, his relief was very short lived. Not long after stepping foot outside the classroom everyone else was currently cooped up in, he heard a commotion down the corridor. In his very humble opinion, Mammon has many good qualities but his hearing capacity is, by far, one of the best so it’s not surprising to find out he could easily pick up on the scuffle taking place a hundred metres or so to his right. Obviously, now his curiosity was piqued and once that train starts rolling, nothing will be able to slow it down.

Towards one of the school’s exits, the second born was mildly startled to see Luke fending off four or five oversized demons that could certainly trample all over him if they so wished. I mean, Mammon has always the known the rabid, little thing could bark and bite with all his might but this was more praise worthy than anything else he has seen the angel do. And his baking is marvellous so that really says something. Without a doubt, the poor kid was completely pissing himself out of fear but still had the courage to defend himself, in a way not even the second eldest himself could achieve whenever he was being shoved around by his siblings.

Now, Mammon had no way of knowing or even guessing what those wasted bags of air could possibly be bothering the young angel for. Lord Diavolo made many speeches on the importance of accepting every exchange student into DevilDom in a welcoming manner and those who did not wish to comply would most definitely regret their actions at the hands of the Prince and his butler. Sure, demons are naturally apprehensive of angels with them being polar opposites and all (so to speak) but Luke must’ve done something major to provoke them into attacking like this. Or maybe they’re just idiotic assholes, which could fit the narrative just as well.

They weren’t physically touching him at all so at least they weren’t completely brain dead but they seemed to be harassing him nonetheless. It bothered Mammon to no end, their behaviour towards him. For some reason. Mammon was never particularly fond of Luke and troubling him was always good fun, even though their relationship improved significantly since their first meeting. Maybe it had something to do with the familiarity of the scene unfolding before him: being completely at the mercy of others and having no one to stick up for you was a situation he found himself more often than not. Watching it happen to someone else made him feel more vulnerable than actually experiencing the torment himself.

Mammon tried to justify his following actions by telling himself that the dunderheads were blocking the closest thing he had to an exit with their incessant bullying and he would need to go past them in any case. And since Luke is a good friend of yours, he supposed you would be pretty sad if the kid ended up getting a black eye or something so obviously, he had no choice but to intervene.

“Oi!”

His voice effectively boomed throughout the entire school and he briefly wondered how no one has been able to hear this entire thing so far. They weren’t being exactly quiet and the school’s walls weren’t soundproof either. One of the demons had the audacity to turn around and start retorting something before abruptly freezing in his tracks once he recognised who was in their presence. Actually, they were all so petrified they forgot to bow down before one of the Demon Lords, which, had it been anyone else, they would’ve been punished for immediately. Luke appeared to have his guard up as well and seemed to have taken a few steps back, pressed up against the door leading outside, clearly not used to Mammon’s outbursts. After all, seeing him like this is a rarity.

As he stalked closer, Mammon’s eyes knitted in frustration and he scrunched up his nose at the offenders before him. The scent of fear was only desirable if it was extracted from mortals, not demons and their insufferable odours. It was worth it however, to see the looks of terror on their faces and he reckoned these shit heads would eventually get what they deserve, whether that would be at the hands of the Prince or himself.

“I don’t know if y’all missed the memo,” he began, inching closer to peer at who he assumed was the leader of the miserable posse before scoffing, as if disgusted by what was before him, “But his Highness, Lord Diavolo prohibited any violence against the exchange students. So, either yer deaf or just plain stupid to be attacking one of the angels on school grounds. Or maybe you’ve just forgotten? Lemme remind ya real quick then.”

Without warning, Mammon roughly slapped one of the demons, the one closest to him, on the back to mimic a friendly gesture, pulled him closer and grinned at him, proudly displaying his perfect set of teeth and pierced tongue. The impact was so sudden and loud, Luke thought the demon was going be slammed into the floor from the force behind Mammon’s hit. The other three violators could only stand and watch. The second born continued, with a more cheerful tone.

“Now, listen ‘ere buddy: yer a demon and I’m sure a respectable one at that too,” you wouldn’t be able to miss the hints of sarcasm in his words as he happily rambled on, “So what if, every once in a while, you lose sight of yourself and give in to temptation. It’s what we do best, huh? This is probably not even yer first offence right? But today ya really hit the jackpot!”

Another slap on the back and this time, everybody in that hallway flinched with the exception of Mammon. He took no mind of this and went on, “Committing treason against the Prince-that’s mighty brave of ya! Surely earned you some bragging rights to your friends, being able to deliberately go against the wishes of Lord Diavolo himself and suffer no consequences, you sneaky bastard you.” At this, he ruffled the demon’s hair, ensuring to dig his nails a little too deep into the asshole’s useless skull, “Ya don’t gotta worry about me though. Nope, my lips are sealed, ya know. Wouldn’t dream of ratting you out. Well, for a price that is.”

The malice in his voice was more evident now in his false grin and the demon who was unfortunate enough to fall in his clutches, visibly swallowed at Mammon’s insinuation, “How about it, then? I heard golden skulls have been selling particularly well recently and ya know me, I’m not above dirtying my hands if needed. I’ll gladly dip every single one of your bones in melted gold in exchange for this little secret of yers. Every single one of ya would make outstanding golden statues, ‘m sure of it!”

The eerie undertones of Mammon’s preposition had the demon vehemently shaking his head and the second born pouted, almost childishly, “No? That’s a damn shame, I was hopin’ to make more profit. Well, in that case-I’ll just have to report ya to Lord Diavolo, hmm? What’s the matter, what are ya shaking like a leaf in the wind for? A brave halfwit such as yourself, yer not scared are ya?” Mammon laughed then, a genuine laugh as if he was actually greatly entertained by this, “What would ya have me do then? Hmm? Let ya go? No consequences? I suppose I might be tempted, but only if ya promise me to piss off and never let me see your filthy face ever again.”

The demon yelped as he was pushed forward, colliding with the ground but not giving himself a moment to breathe before he got up to his feet again and staggered up the corridor. Once he disappeared out of sight, Mammon turned his cold yet amused gaze on the other three demons present who immediately got the hint and sprinted after their leader, almost tripping over their own two feet as they took the corner up ahead.

“And if I ever find out ya are bothering anyone ever again, let alone this kid-I swear to his Majesty himself, I will personally skin all of you alive and use your twitching bodies as chew-toys for Cerberus, ya hear me?!” The second born yelled after them, with enough conviction in his voice to send even the most courageous of demons running with their tails between their legs.

Now that he was out of steam, Mammon turned his attention towards Luke, who was standing there, entirely rooted in place and no doubt astounded by what he just witnessed. A demon standing up for him. A demon of all things! The angel had no idea how he had the bravery to bicker with Mammon before now that he was aware of what he was capable of when moved to anger. The Avatar of Greed simply walked up to the door, unlocked it, opened it and took a few steps outside before pausing momentarily, allowing the cold air to brush against his skin. It had been raining earlier but the temperature was bound to go back to scorching hot in a matter of hours.

A few seconds later, he turned around, confused at the silence, as if he wasn’t expecting the angel to not co-operate before finally speaking, “Are ya coming or not?”

It was Luke’s turn to be confused and he didn’t need to say anything since his facial expressions made it pretty obvious. Mammon sighed, annoyed but not as much as he usually would be at the angel’s antics, “I’m taking ya home, idiot. Ya don’t think I’m stupid enough to let you walk home alone after all that, do ya? Is Simeon at Purgatory Hall or has he also fucked off somewhere. Wait ‘till he hears about this, he won’t let ya out of his sight for the next couple of weeks.”

Luke snapped out of his frightened trance at this and instantly jumped to the defence of Simeon as well as himself whilst trailing behind Mammon. To an extent, it was even entertaining, watching the angel express himself with such ferocity and vigour and Mammon could swear he even broke out into a smile on their walk to Purgatory Hall. Not even Luke seemed to mind his presence and though the second born didn’t exactly expect any form of gratitude from someone as uptight as him, he was internally glad the chihuahua wasn’t all that affected by the endeavour.

Maybe the little shit wasn’t so bad after all.

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Luke ended up subverting his expectations after all. A couple of days later and a week before his birthday, the kid showed up to his bedroom door, with you standing proudly behind him. To say he was mildly startled would be an understatement, it wasn’t very often that Luke travelled to the House of Lamentation by himself. He wasn’t even sure how he got in, though he presumed you had something to do with it. The two weren’t exactly on friendly terms yet but no one could deny their relationship was steadily improving and you were obviously encouraging this with every ounce of power you had

“What is it?” His own gentle tone surprised him but he had just woken up and did not have the ability to act all that snappy at seven in the morning.

“Luke wanted to give you something. An early birthday present.” You probed, when neither of them made any sign of moving and sighed as you nudged the angel next to you, “Go on Luke, Mammon would never turn his nose up at any type of gift. Especially a thoughtful one at that.”

Luke nervously fumbled for something in his pocket and Mammon had no idea what to expect. Actually, it was pretty hard to believe the young angel would want to give him anything at all. Sure, he received birthday presents from him before, but that was mostly at the command of Simeon. Whatever he had prepared for today, it would’ve been done out of his own will.

After a couple more seconds of postponing it, Luke finally bit the bullet and pulled out a small box out of his pocket, covered in golden glitter and wrapped in a red material that resembled velvet pretty closely, before hurriedly sticking it out to him, urging him to take it. Mammon precariously reached for the gift, picked it up and admired it for a few seconds. Whoever made it put plenty of care into both constructing and decorating it, making it look aesthetically pleasing to the eye and feel nice to the touch. He shot the two of you a confused look before slowly taking the lid off and he blinked.

A golden bracelet, adorned with a couple of precious gems, grabbed his eye as soon as he opened it and for once, Mammon was left speechless. He was never one for half-assed compliments, but he couldn’t describe the piece of jewellery as anything less than beautiful. And definitely expensive as shit. It was made out of real gold and precious stones so he wouldn’t be surprised if the angel was in debt now because of this early shopping spree.

“It’s a thank you gift.” Luke eventually muttered out and then immediately reddened at Mammon’s curious gaze, before adding on, “I-I mean, it’s also your birthday gift but I realised I never thanked you properly for what you did the other day. And I couldn’t possibly not to do anything. S-so I asked Simeon to help me pick out something for you. I did consider making you a cake but I figured that’s a present more suited to Beel’s tastes.” Luke cut himself short as Mammon continued to stare in shock at him and he covered his face with his hands in embarrassment, “Just accept it, OK? And don’t expect anything else from me, you greedy demon.”

With that timid confession out of the way, Luke bolted down the hallway and out of the mansion before either you or Mammon could react, the front door loudly slamming shut behind him. Both of you remained stunned at Luke’s outburst but you found yourself laughing before long.

“He’s a sweetheart really, I’m glad he’s warming up to you Mammon.” To jest around, you wiped a fake tear out of your eye as if to act like a proud parent but the silence following your statement made you turn around, “Mammon?”

The second born was studying the gift he had just received attentively, gently swiping his thumb over the gold rimming before gingerly putting it on his wrist, mesmerised but undoubtedly pleased with how that whole interaction went. You spotted a sheepish smile climbing on his face and you wanted to laugh again, “Right, I’ll leave you to it then. See you later Mams.”

It was a weird sort of friendship they built, but whatever happened between the two must’ve been miraculous because from that day onwards, you haven’t heard Luke utter out a single insult against the Avatar of Greed and Mammon guarded the bracelet he was given by the young angel with his life ever since, even going as far to glare at Levi when he suggested Mammon was going to end up selling the precious thing for a quick profit first chance he got.

An angel and a demon, huh. Who would’ve thought?

#obey me #obey me imagines #obey me mammon #obey me luke #obey me fluff #fluff #cute #protective Mammon #obey me hcs #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me comfort #Mammon and Luke fluff #to cleanse the soul #⭐️ requests #I love them #obey me headcanons #obey me one shot #obey me cute #💳 mammon supremacy #🍰Luke is my child I adopted him

[fantasy-dating-sim-trash]

MC & The Really Not So Rough Day?

Summary: When Satan hasn’t seen MC in a few days, he goes searching for them. A few hours later, life is better for the both of them as they drift off to a good book.

Type: Hurt/comfort (if ya squint its a bit hurt its mostly fluff)

Word count: 2.8k or so (who's counting XD)

CW: Angst, mentions of food, mentions of not eating, yelling, caps lock,

Pairing: Satan X GN!Reader

Authors notes:

So I was in my feels the other day and this is a vent piece so y'all can take it or leave it.

Also this piece is edited and beta read.

And I just wanted a comfort piece of my favorite demon brother Satan. However since I was struggling so hard on some of the wording and phrasing, I had made the choice to ask for help from my friend @ace-in-a-shopping-cart (LIKE UR LITERALLY THE BEST AND I APPRECIATE U HELPUNG ME SO MUCH! I CANT THANK U ENOUGH!!!) to help me polish it and make it shine! As it needed a lot of help to shine like the gem it is. (Like IT NEEDED A LOT OF HELP. So much god damn help.)

So this is for all my fellow satan simps who for one don't get enough content and two just need a little comfort from their favorite demon brother.

The story will be under the read more so it doesnt clog up the dash. And without further ado, I hope y'all enjoy! !

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It was nearing the end of the day and Satan found that he couldn’t focus on his book. His thoughts continuously drifted to MC. He hadn’t heard much from them all day besides the bare minimum. If one could even call MC barely responding to texts or messages as ‘the minimum’.

When he had been asking various questions, peppering in questions of how they were doing, he had picked up on the fact that they were avoiding answering how they were and chose to respond to everything besides that. Even then, he had to bring it back up and only ask how they were to even get an answer. When they did respond to it, they said less than five words on the subject before changing the topic to something else or just not responding at all. 

Satan was getting quite worried about MC. It was one of their few days off and, normally, they would spend it with him, his brothers, the royals, or even the other exchange students. They’d be going about and doing various things they individually enjoyed with a smile on their face, laughing and lighting up the room or place they were in.

He smiled slightly to himself at the thought that they rarely ever complained about spending time with most of them. However, he definitely had picked up that they weren’t too fond of spending any time with Lucifer. Usually, after hanging out with him, they would come to Satan afterwards to vent, enjoy the silence, or have him read to them while curled up with him.

Satan noticed MC tended to give him more attention and time than the rest of his siblings, something he wasn’t going to complain about nor point out for fear they’d stop. He had a soft spot for them and would go out of his way to find excuses to spend extra time with them. He always smiled when they did the same.

His frown deepening, Satan shook his head. He was worried about MC, now wasn’t the right time for those thoughts. Placing his finger on his lip, he started softly chewing on his nail to help him focus. It wasn’t hard enough to damage his nail, he didn’t need Asmo giving him another lecture on how to take care of his nail beds. Again. That demon was truly crazy about any kind of skin care and beauty products.

Thinking back to MC’s behavior, Satan was fully aware that, for the past couple of days, they had barely left their room. They had only left it to grab a few light snacks or to shower before proceeding to lock themselves back in their room. He frowned and his forehead wrinkled while deep in thought, the book he was holding completely forgotten. This behavior of shutting everyone out wasn’t usually like them, although the infrequent eating was. Something to work on, he thought before getting back to the main concern of the moment.

They wouldn’t usually just lock everyone out or stop responding. Even if they did, there were always a few people they would keep in contact with. Now, not even those people could get more than a few texts from them before they went silent again. That’s why Satan had tried to message them throughout the day, only to receive messages that were each less than ten words and would be ghosted after only a few replies.

Clearly, they weren’t going to respond to messages from anyone. It wasn’t just Satan that was being ghosted, everyone was. The only way to make certain that they were alright was to go check on them in person. Nodding subconsciously to himself upon making his choice, Satan snapped his book shut automatically. He jumped at the sound, having forgotten the book was even in his hands to begin with. After running his hands through his hair, he noticed that he had fucked up his nail polish by chewing on the nails. Unfortunately for him, he also just remembered that Asmo had just done those nails the day prior. He sighed. That was another problem for the future. Right now, he needed to go check on MC.

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The walk to MC’s room only took a few minutes but, to Satan, it felt like an eternity. His thoughts were driving him crazy. Were they alright? What if something had happened to them?

His thoughts kept going to all the worst case scenarios of things that could have possibly happened to them while alone in their room. While worrying, he subconsciously started chewing on his nails again. He caught himself after only a moment and shook his head. Asmo was going to have a field day with him when he saw what happened to all his hard work.

Finally, Satan reached MC’s door. For the first time since he’d made up his mind to talk to them, he felt himself hesitate. It was even just the slightest of moments but his hand faltered as he raised it to knock on their door. He took a deep breath before lightly tapping his knuckles against the wood.

“Hey. MC? It’s me, Satan. Can I come in? I’m a bit worried about you and could really use being able to hear your voice.” He waited for a few moments, almost holding his breath.

Faintly through the door, he could hear them shuffling around in their bed. Another few moments passed and it became obvious they hadn’t moved from their bed, not even making an effort to get up. Perhaps they were asleep? And they hadn’t heard his knocking because of that?

Satan bit his lip, anxiety rising a few more notches and breathing quickening slightly. This really wasn’t like them at all. Even when they were asleep, he’d usually hear a grunt from them when he knocked. Taking a deep breath, he figured it couldn’t hurt to try again.

Louder this time, he knocked again. “MC? Please, I know you’re in there. You’ve been avoiding everyone the past few days and I’m getting a bit worried out here. I just wanted to make sure you are okay. You don’t have to let me in if you don’t want to, I can just stay out here. Just, please, talk to me? Or tell me to leave. I just,” he could feel desperation grow as no sound came from the other side. “I just want to hear your voice.”

He leaned his head against the door and sighed, closing his eyes. For a moment, he let the cool door ease the headache that was coming. When shuffling came from the room again, and a groan mixed with what sounded like a sob could be heard, Satan decided to try once more.

“MC, if you want me to go away and leave you alone, I’ll respect that boundary and your wishes. All I ask is that you don’t shut me out. I just want to help you and be there for you, just like you’ve been there for me so many times. I don’t exactly know how to do that but I’m trying. You haven’t seemed like yourself lately and I’m worried. I wanted to check on you.” He sighed. “I’ll be right here outside if you want to talk.”

He was about to slide down the door and sit with his back to it when he heard sounds coming from the room. The bedcovers shifted and he heard the bed creak, feet hitting the floor. One last time, he knocked on the door in case they truly had just woken up. “Please, Kitten.” He heard his voice waver, felt it crack. Clearing his throat, he tried again. “Please, let me in and just talk to me. This isn’t like you at all. I know I keep repeating myself here but I really am concerned about you. Kitten, please. Let me help you.”

He waited for a while longer before realizing they might not even open the door, even for him. Dejectedly, he slowly turned away from the door, eyes scanning the corridor for a chair to sit and wait in. He’d told them he would be nearby and didn’t want to break that promise so soon. Just as he took a few steps towards an armchair, he stopped in his tracks.

Behind him came the sound of the door unlocking and slowly creaking open. Quickly, Satan turned around to see only their eyes in the open crack. “MC?” He reached a hand out for them and took a few steps toward them.

He didn’t mind when they quickly latched a claw of a hand around his wrist, barely being phased when they pulled him towards their room. He didn’t expect them to be so quick with it and got the air knocked out of his lungs when his body collided with theirs. “Oopf!” They almost squeaked as they were hit, Satan being the only thing keeping them both from ending up on the floor in a heap. 

He pulled back quickly, hands reaching to cup their face gently. His eyes scanned their face, seeing the deep eye bags and the dull look in their eyes. “Hey. Hey, Kitten. Are you doing okay? Wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

They didn’t speak, just shook their head and buried it in his chest, pressing as close to him as possible with a bear hug. Satan returned it, squeezing them as tightly as he could without hurting them. “Hey, it’s okay, MC, you don’t have to say anything. It’s alright, I just want to help you feel better. We all have those days where life is beating us down or we just feel too drained to do anything. And you know what helps me feel better on those days?”

He pulled back to look at them, hands instantly going back up to cup their face, thumbs subconsciously rubbing their cheeks. Just by looking at them, he could tell they were exhausted and probably dead on their feet. MC shook their head no, eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Satan smiled gently and booped their nose. “A good story. It’s the perfect distraction from being with your own thoughts and a good way to recharge. Would you like me to read to you?”

MC looked up at him with their eyes wide and pleading before slowly nodding. Satan chuckled and, in one smooth motion, swept them off their feet and into his arms. He kissed the top of their head as he padded over to the bed. He settled himself comfortably as he laid down, pulling the covers over both of them. MC stayed curled up by his side, head on his shoulder and arms keeping him close. Satan smiled to himself as they snuggled closer to him. They sniffled and he couldn’t tell if they were breathing in his scent or just clearing their airways.

He grabbed the book they already had on their night stand and, upon reading the title, chuckled. “Really, Kitten, The Princess Bride? Isn’t that a bit cli- OW!” In complete shock, he looked down at MC, who was glaring at him and trying to look angry after lightly slapping his face. Their own face was quite flushed and Satan tried not to laugh at how adorable they looked. He failed, a few chuckles slipping through. “I’m sorry, Kitten,” he said between chuckles, “you really are just too adorable for words.”

He couldn’t help but notice how their glare deepend even as their face grew even darker when he called them adorable. MC always insisted on saying that they were scary while he kept calling them cute or adorable; It was their one ‘argument’. MC just looked so damn cute, he couldn’t help but bring them even closer to him, one of their legs being thrown over his hip. He kissed their head, ruffling their hair as he was at it. He could feel the heat radiating off of them due to how flustered they were.

Smirking to himself, Satan gave them a reprieve. He pulled his glasses from the case he carried in his pocket and slid them on. “MC, you know I tease. I adore a good cliche as much as the next person, as you well know. Besides, this book is an absolute classic; you just can’t go wrong with a classic.”

Opening the book, he began to read, the arm holding them close shifting so his hand could rub their back. “Chapter one. The Bride. The day that Buttercup was born…”

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They stayed like that for a while, Satan running his hand up and down MC’s back soothingly, until he noticed they were dozing off. He paused for a moment, checking how many pages were left in the chapter. It was only a few, he could definitely finish it before stopping.

When he reached the next chapter, MC’s breathing was even and they were mumbling softly in their sleep. Satan stared down at them for a minute or two before slipping the bookmark between the pages to mark the spot. Carefully, he leaned over to place the book on the nightstand without waking them, a task more daunting than it seemed.

When he settled back in again, he let his now free hand card through their hair, lulling them deeper into a sleep he knew they needed more than anything in that moment.  Softly, he snapped his fingers together and turned off the lights, sending the room deeper into a comfortable darkness.

Satan lay there, one hand rubbing MC’s back while the other played with their hair, and tried to keep his emotions in check. Now was not the time to be getting giggly and blushy over holding them, not when they needed their sleep and the contact with another person. He may have failed to keep his cheeks from turning pink but he pushed the giggles down, desperate to not disturb their sleep and to leave them be.

Instead, he lay there and looked at them as if he could memorize their face, commit their features to his memory until they were the only thing he could see when he closed his eyes. He wanted to sear their visage into the backs of his eyelids. Gods, he sounded like he was going mad. Still, it was rare to see them looking so peaceful and he wanted to see it for as long as they let him.

Even as he lay admiring them, his eyes kept slipping shut and a huge yawn caught him off guard. He hadn’t felt tired before and didn’t want to sleep just yet, too busy looking at them to drift off. Sleep, however, had other plans for him and he was soon pulled under by his own drowsiness, succumbing to the river of slumber.

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Satan woke up to a high pitched squeal and a flash of light. Squinting his eyes, he barely made out that it was Asmo with his phone out, snapping pictures of them both. 

"OH MY GOODNESS! THIS IS JUST THE CUTEST THING!!!" Asmo yelled, voice feeling as if it were at top volume.

"Asmo, will you be quiet before you wake MC!" Satan whisper-yelled, glaring at his brother. "Get OUT!!!" He said pointing to the door. He then saw Asmo squint and look at his hands more specifically his nails and he hurriedly put his hand down. 

"Satan, I JUST DID YOUR NAILS! WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM!?!" Asmo glared at him, putting his hands on his hips and not lowering his volume in the slightest. 

Asmo, this really isn’t the time! MC needs their rest! Now get out!!" Satan raised his voice slightly, still unwilling to wake the sleeping human.

"

Satan felt movement at his side. MC’s hand came up to rub at their eyes, glaring at the other demon. “Asmo, if you don’t get out of my room right now, I will put a curse on your makeup to make sure you end up getting some serious breakouts. And if you both don’t shut the fuck up, I’m going to get fucking pissed off. Whatever drama you have with Satan and his nails can bloody wait. Now, get the hell out of my room, Asmo.” They continued to glare daggers at him until he begrudgingly left.

“Now, can we please go back to sleep?” They looked up at Satan with eyes still heavy with sleep before giggling quietly.

“What? Is there something wrong?” Satan asked, a hand raising to feel his face. His reading glasses were still on his face. They were skewed across the bridge of his nose, an imprint left on his cheeks and temples from the frames. “Oh. Bother.” 

MC laughed again, pulling them off and reaching across him to drop them on the bedside table. They kissed his nose before laying back down and snuggling their head deeper into his chest while they wrapped their arms around him like a large teddy bear, not letting him leave.

Satan chuckled at them and dropped a kiss on their forehead. Soon, they were both curled up beneath the covers and fast asleep once more, both clinging to each other as if it were the most natural thing in the world to want the other close. And to them, it was.

FIN

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[sassykattery]

Old Habits Die Hard

Had the idea to make this about an old wives tale I knew of after reading this post.

Cw: none

Characters: My OC Altaira (afab, uses she/her pronouns), Lucifer

Themes: superstitions

"Altaira," Lucifer said, walking into her room after knocking. She hadn't answered but he wanted to check to see if she was in there anyway. It was her first week in the Devilom, and while he wanted to give her space, he thought it would be good to see if her needs are met.

However, he was instantly distracted when he walked in, by a standing mirror to his right. If he turned to face it, it would be a head-on reflection. He turned and looked at it curiously and then smirked.

Old habits die hard I suppose, he thought to himself. He would most definitely inquire about it.

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Quite a while into Altaira's stay in the Devildom, Lucifer had come by again to inquire about her readiness to leave for one of Diavolo's parties that evening. When she called for him to come in, she was right in front of the doorway, looking at herself in that mirror.

He remembered what had happened before and smirked.

"You know, keeping the mirror there is a bit in the way, don't you think?" he mused to Altaira.

"Oh, well, something my mom said was to always keep a mirror next to your door," she replied simply, still straightening out her gown.

He leaned against the doorframe and folded his arms, his smirk deepening. "And do you know why she said that?"

She stopped and tilted her head, still looking at her reflection. "No, I suppose I don't," she answered.

Lucifer chuckled darkly, slid in behind her, and he closed the door. He towered behind her in the reflection. Dipping his head low to be beside her head, he murmured into her ear while gazing into her eyes through the mirror.

"The old saying is, if you put a mirror beside your door, the devil will be so distracted by his reflection until sunrise, he'll forget to enter the house."

Her eyes went as wide as saucers. It took her several seconds before finally meeting his crimson gaze.

"Truthfully, it worked the first time I noticed it. However, I find someone else's reflection to be a bit more distracting in this very moment," he purred.

"Are you offended?" she asked quietly.

He chuckled again, his lips barely grazing the shell of her ear. "Mm, no. You didn't know. But should I find this mirror here next time, I could be," he murmured with his lids half-lowered. She swallowed thickly and nodded. "Shall we go then?" he asked.

"I suppose," she whispered.

Altaira moved the mirror that evening upon her return.

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[kurooblossom]

「BLACK SHEEP」 サタン

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➤ Word Count: 1,050 ➤ Inspiration: Prompt

➤ Pairing: Satan x Reader

➤ Tags: accidental demon summoning, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, established relationship, f!reader, family drama, family pressure, mention of depression, mention of pregnancy (not reader), pact marks, reader is mid-20s, references to canon

Black Sheep (noun) - a member of a family or group who is regarded as a disgrace to it.

Being in the Devildom for so long, Y/N had nearly forgotten how much she disliked visiting her family. The family she had before she found her own in the Devildom. The few happy memories she had coupled with the memory of delicious home cooking clouded her judgement. She thought just maybe the visits to her family home weren't as bad as she had remembered.

But then she actually returned home.

“Just look at your sister: has her own house, a caring husband, a baby on the way… And what do you have?”

Standing above her with her chest puffed outward, her mother glared down at her with her arms crossed. Looking at the scene from the outside, one would think Y/N had done something horrific. Something no one should get away lightly with.

"Depression." Y/N answered flatly.

Her crime? Being a female in her mid-twenties who isn't married with a 'typical' life that most follow.

It wasn't exactly her plan to get dragged away from the world she had known all her life within a blink of an eye, shortly after finishing college, but it happened. She lived with the Seven Avatars of Hell, she befriended the Prince of the Devildom, she became the apprentice of Solomon the Wise, she had various encounters with the angel Michael. She hadn't planned for any of the events of the last year and a half to happen. But they did happen, and she wouldn't change a moment of it.

Her one regret? Not being able to tell anyone else about the best year of her life.

"How do you think it looks that you graduated a year and a half ago, and you haven't found a proper job?" Her mother continued. "You could at least try to do something with your life, you know. Your sister-"

Her mother’s words soon fell on deaf ears as Y/N’s mind began to wander to nothing in particular. From what possible shenanigans the brothers were up to in that particular moment to that spell Solomon wanted her to practice. Her attention was anywhere and everywhere but on the disappointed and disgusted filled words spilling from her mother’s lips.

”Are you listening to me?!” Her mother screeched, pulling her attention back momentarily. She nodded, not meeting her mother’s eyes as the woman groaned and continued her rant with pointing fingers.

For what felt like hours upon hours, her mother's tyrant eventually came to an end. Quickly, she fled to her childhood room, where she closed the door and locked it behind her.

With her back to the old and worn wooden door, she slowly slid down the flat surface until her butt came into contact with the cool wood flooring. With her knees to her chest, her arms circled around her knees and she buried her face into her shirt sleeves.

Bitterly, she humorlessly laughed as she finally felt the shaking of her body. She may be in a pact with the Seven Avatars of Hell and one of the most powerful sorcerers alive. She may have been able to live amongst demons as a minority. She may have been able to stand up against Lucifer himself without so much as flinching. Yet, it was her own mother who made her tremble for the first time in a long time. The woman who birthed her, who raised her, who put a roof over her head and feed her until she went to college. That woman was the one to make her feel so inferior, weak, useless. Not the demons who hated her guts and saw her as weak. Not the angels, who equally saw her and other humans as weak. Her mother.

"...Tsk."

Dejectedly, she moved to rest further onto the door, leaning her head back against it with closed eyes. Focusing on keeping her breathing even, everything around her faded into the background. Not even the slight tingling of her pact mark caught her attention as it faintly glowed underneath the fabric of her clothing.

"...Y/N?"

Her brows scrunched at the familiar voice.

Was she hallucinating? There was no way she could be hearing his voice if she wasn't. Her D.D.D was in her bag that was laying, long forgotten, on her bed, so it couldn't be that she had accidentally called him. Was she finally loosing it? Did her mother's words finally get to her where-

"Y/N." There it was again, followed by the familiar warmth on her knees. "Y/N, look at me."

Hesitantly, her eyes opened, and a gasp slipped past her lips. Looking back at her, with furrowed brows and a frown, were the emerald eyes she had come to know and love.

"What's wrong?" He asked, concern lacing his voice.

With practiced ease, Satan's hand raised to her cheek and gently wiped away tears she didn't realize had begun to fall. Worry was written clearly across his features as he peered down at her.

”I—“ she tried, but nothing came out.

Small little squeaks and cries escaped her lips with each attempt she made to speak. After one too many attempts, Satan carefully wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest, quietly hushing her as one of his hands found its way to her head. 

During her time in the Devildom, her and Satan had many long late night conversations discussing their earlier years. She knew his almost as well as he knew hers. So while he didn’t know what the situation he had stumbled into was, she knew that he likely got the idea with a moment or two of observing the situation. For that she was grateful, in all honesty.

“It’s okay.” Satan murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You don’t have to tell me right now.”

She nodded, leaning into his embrace. Wordlessly, Satan’s arms tightened around her frame and pulled her in closer. His hands rubbed comforting circles into the fabric of her shirt as she nuzzled her face into his neck. Her tear stained cheeks moistened his skin, not that he minded.

“You’re okay.” He murmured, pressing another kiss to her forehead, before pressing another and another to any exposed skin he could reach. “I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you. I’m here now.”

A/N: I’m honestly not happy with how this turned out, so I’ll most likely rewrite this in the future when I’m in a better headspace for this type of fic.

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