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devildom-moss · 11 months

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June poll story

(Mammon x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (sub!Mammon) (dom!MC) (NSFW tags: anal on Mammon, MC with a dick or strap-on - called a"cock" regardless, marking/biting, slight degradation/calling Mammon a "slut" and "greedy" affectionately, but mostly praise, lots of "good boy"/"baby boy"/"baby", missionary position, kind of vanilla maybe? a little bit of malewife Mammon at the beginning, so soft for this man)

Word Count: +1,900

Mammon gently tapped his notebook on the top of your head before you both left for school that morning. Despite the embarrassment that rose inside of him, he tried to sound cool as he told you, “hey, clear your plans for tonight, ‘kay?”

“What for?” you asked him.

“Cause I said so. I know ya got your little Solomon lessons after class, so just come straight to my room when you get home, got it?”

“Can I at least shower after I get back?”

“Huh.” Mammon thought about it. That would give him a bit of extra time. “Yeah, that works. Just text me when ya get back. After your shower, come over.”

“Deal.” You figured you could amuse Mammon for the night. It would be nice to spend a bit of time with him anyway. “So, what are we doing?”

“Don’t worry about it. We’re gonna have a relaxin’ night in.”

It had been a long week. Mammon had picked up on your rising stress – especially in the last two days. If Solomon tried to cook for you during his tutoring today, Mammon wasn’t certain that the old sorcerer would make it through his lesson unscathed. Although there was no way Mammon would tell you he wanted to help you de-stress, demanding your time was his way of trying to help.

You did as Mammon asked. Nice and clean, and with the scent of smoke from your failed potion finally washed from your skin, you headed to Mammon’s room. Out of politeness, you knocked on his door and waited for a response – something you hoped Mammon would someday learn by example. Although, at least (thus far) you had avoided anything too awkward with your one-way open door policy.

A very quiet “shit” was whispered before Mammon replied at full volume: “one sec, MC.”

When Mammon opened his door, you immediately noticed that he had tidied up his room recently such as two seconds ago. It was sweet of him. The next thing you noticed was that something smelled good in there – like homemade food.

“Ya hungry?”

“A little, yeah.”

“We’re eatin’ in here tonight. I made ramen for ya, com’ere.” Mammon pulled you to his couch. On the table in front of it were two large bowls of ramen – along with a bottle of Demonus and two glasses. The only issue was that when Mammon said he made ramen, you didn’t expect it to actually look delicious. There were chopped vegetables in there – Mammon had even gone through the trouble of cutting carrots and tofu into small flowers and shaped the soft-boiled egg into a heart.

“You made this?” you asked, surprised.

“Hey, I can cook if I gotta,” Mammon got defensive, “or if I wanna.”

You couldn’t suppress the grin. You pulled Mammon in for a quick kiss. “Thank you, baby.”

“Hm, I could get used to you thankin’ me.” Mammon played cocky to distract from his embarrassment. “Dig in, already.”

You didn’t expect the food to taste as good as it looked. Mammon must have gotten help some way or another; all you knew was that he was trying so hard to make you happy – and it was working.

After dinner and a glass of Demonus, Mammon put on an action movie that he had brought up a few days ago. He was going on about how cool the trailer made the villain look and how you just had to root for him. Mammon tangled his body up with yours on the couch. With all of the enthusiasm about the movie from the other day, you expected Mammon’s attention to be fixed on the screen. However, he wasn’t even watching the movie; he was staring at you. It was a hungry sort of stare, and you knew he wanted something.

“What’s the matter, Mammon?” His face burned when you asked him. Somehow, he believed that his staring wasn’t so obvious. Still, he might as well say something.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Mammon asked, shy-sounding and slightly nervous. What he meant was that he wanted you to fuck him, but he figured if he phrased it like an invitation, you’d take him up on the offer without him having to voice his desires. Sometimes, his trouble expressing his wants was difficult, but right now, when you knew exactly what he really meant, it was adorable.

You didn’t say anything – just pulled Mammon into a more desirable position. You had Mammon on his knees with his back against you, half-pressed into the back of his sofa. His ass was flush against your body as you boxed him in. There was only so much room on the couch, after all; you had to get close.

Your hand snaked around him, under his shirt, and up his chest so you could caress his neck. As you did, you nibbled on his ear. You could feel the rising heat hit his ears as they reddened slightly. A deep, desperate moan escaped Mammon’s throat. He hadn’t expected you to get into this so quickly.

Between switching from one ear to the other, you pulled Mammon’s shirt off and tossed it to the side. You felt a brief moment of guilt. He had just cleaned up in here, and now you were tossing clothes on his tidy floor. But when Mammon tilted his head back to rest on your shoulder, you didn’t care anymore. The rest of his clothes, and most of yours joined his shirt in a messy pile – except for his underwear that you had accidentally tossed on his staircase because of your own eagerness. Your hands were all over him as you kissed his neck.

“Ya can’t get enough of me, can ya?” Mammon asked, shakily.

“Not when you react so cutely,” you smirked. “Lube?”

“Under the table.”

You chuckled. Did he usually keep a bottle of lube under there or had he been expecting this? It didn’t matter. You grabbed the bottle and coated your index, middle, and ring fingers. You rubbed a slow circle around him before slowly giving him your index finger. The sharp gasp followed by a shaky sigh said enough. He was so eager to take you.

“Were you thinking about this all day?” you questioned him – low and seductive – while running your other hand up his thigh.

“N-no.” He shuddered under your touch.

“Liar,” you teased. “You’re acting like such a pretty little slut for me.”

“Only because it’s you,” he admitted with a faint blush on his cheeks.

“Such a good boy.” You kissed his cheek, causing him to close his eyes and scrunch up his nose, and gave him another finger.

You continued kissing his neck, stretching him out at the same time. In response, Mammon was left moaning and rocking his hips back onto your hand. You bit his shoulder lightly.

“You can bite a little harder than that.”

“Of course,” you whispered and got closer to his ear, “sometimes I forget what a little masochist you are. Should I call you a little pain slut, instead?”

You bit him harshly, and he groaned. Through that desperate sound, he corrected you, “it doesn’t hurt – if it’s you. I just feel good.”

He was so cute.

You licked over your teeth indents in his skin, blowing over the drying saliva. There were so many marks left on his neck that you were going to have to make him cover up tomorrow. If anyone saw the extent of what you did to him, chaos would erupt. Then again, he might not listen and start showing off the second you left him alone. He wanted everyone to know that he was yours – that you claimed and marked him.

“M-more, gimme more. I can take it.”

“Oh? What can you take? Say it if you want it that bad.”

“Gimme your cock, hurry.” As much as he wanted that “hurry” to sound demanding, he just sounded desperate.

“Greedy boy.”

You pulled your fingers out of Mammon. He waited patiently while you prepared yourself. You warmed the lube up in your hands before coating your cock/strap-on generously. (If you’re using a strap-on, you cannot convince me that Mammon wouldn’t insist that you keep one in his room for convenience but also so he could masturbate with it when you aren’t around and imagine that you’re fucking him.) With Mammon still pressed against the back of the couch, you teased his hole from behind without inserting into him. He reached back and grabbed your thighs, squeezing firmly.

“Stop teasing, yeah?” He was panting already.

You obliged and pushed into him. Your hand snaked around his front to rub his chest gently. He whined in response. With your other hand on his boney hip, you squeezed him and pulled him closer, filling him deeper.

“F-fuck. I – I, MC,” Mammon tried to find the words.

“Yes, baby boy?” you cooed in his ear.

“So deep, but – but it isn’t enough.”

You hummed and slid your hand down his stomach and to his cock. You stroked him slowly while continuing to rock your hips against him in steady, deep thrusts. “Like this?”

“No,” he whined. “Not enough of you.”

“I don’t have any more inches to give you, baby.”

“No, I wanna look at ya. I wanna see your face.”

You chuckled and pulled out of him. The little noise he made in response was adorable.

“Look at me,” you commanded.

Mammon turned around. His eyes were starry and wide – blissed out from pleasure and affection. You pushed him on his back gently and grabbed his legs to wrap them around your hips. As you stared down at his pretty little face, you caressed his cheek; he nuzzled into your hand.

“Ready, baby boy? I want you to take all of it at once, okay?”

Mammon nodded, still nuzzling into your hand. With your thumb, you brushed over his lower lip. You loved seeing him like this.

“Good boy.” You pushed into him, and he nearly screamed – covering his mouth with the back of his hand to muffle his voice. You forced his hand away and pinned it above his head. “No, baby. I want to hear you.”

“But I’m too loud.” It was a feeble, little protest.

“Then I’ll shut you up.” Leaning down, you kissed him roughly, picking up your pace as you thrust into him. His nails scratched down your back, leaving long red marks along your skin. All you could hear was kissing, moaning, and the sound of slapping skin. The movie seemingly faded away.

You were eager to make him feel even better and reached your hand down between your bodies to stroke Mammon’s throbbing cock. More moans escaped his mouth. You could feel him getting closer, and you pulled away so you could look at him while he came. The desire to see that pretty face twisted up in pleasure felt more like a need. Your fingers slowly traced down his neck. Mammon writhed under your touch, making the cutest noise as he arched his back off the couch. He clenched around you and came all over your hand and his stomach. He craned his neck and shut his eyes. Mouth wide, he moaned so beautifully that you couldn’t believe that sound came from a demon.

When Mammon opened his eyes and saw you above him, staring down lovingly, he felt like he had somehow entered a world more heavenly than the Celestial Realm. You were both panting, but an infectious smile creeped up on Mammon’s lips.

Mammon’s eyes locked on yours, still filled to the brim with lust. His kiss-bruised lips parted to speak, “more.”

#mammon #gn!mc #spice tier #moss poll fic #obey me #obey me mammon #mammon smut #obey me smut #mammon x reader #A little late but I still got it done! yay

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parad-ice-lostandfound · 10 months

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Prompt: How I think a relationship with Simeon and Barbatos looks like <3

Pairing: Barbatos × Gn!Mc × Simeon

Genre: Fluff, headcannons

TW: NA

AN: I'm having thoughts about these two, so suffer along with me lol. If I think of anything else later I might add <3

You being in a polyamorous relationship with Simeon and Barbatos is basically three tired caretakers taking care of each other. Doesn't matter if you're a chaotic little shit (affectionate), just being around these two will bring out their nurturing side.

You three bring out the best in each other and your children, and yes, by your children I do mean Luke, Diavolo, Solomon and the brothers.

Your relationship often includes making sure Barbatos doesn't overwork himself, that Simeon is not just putting up a smiling facade, and that you do not burn yourself out due to the various shenanigans the brothers get into.

Tea time is a must, at least twice a week. Barbatos needs the time to unwind with his most beloved darlings. It's usually held at the Demon Lord's Castle, and everyone else knows better than to disturb you three when you're having tea time together unless it's life-threatening.

Not much pda in the relationship, unless you initiate it. Both Simeon and Barbatos are the kind of people who don't see a reason to flaunt your relationship, unless they are jealous or want to make a point, but neither are opposed to giving you the affection you want. Simeon is comparatively bolder in public, often pressing his lips against your forehead or cheeks in a chaste gesture of affection before you have to leave for class, while Barbatos is more reserved, opting to place a guiding hand on your lower back when you walk alongside him. Even with each other, they are the same way; very subtle in their affections.

They are very affectionate in private though. Within the privacy of Simeon's room (because yours is basically the HOL's living room now, and Barbatos' room just has... doors), expect to be utterly drowned in their affection. So, so many kisses they shall bestow upon you, make sure to give some back to them. Also, both of them are big fans of ganging up on you, but with enough of an incentive, one of them (usually Barbatos) can be convinced to betray the other(usually Simeon) and help you bully him <3

Barbatos is the biggest tease when he wants to be. He'll spend the entire day giving you and Simeon just enough fleeting touches and soft affection that by the end of it you will have gotten permission from Diavolo to steal his butler for a few hours, while Simeon would have made arrangements at Purgatory Hall for the three of you to spend time basking in each other's presence and love.

Picnic dates! Where Barbatos chooses the spot and you and Simeon make the food! And you guys make flower crowns for each and talk for hours or just sit in comfortable silence.

Also, your relationship dynamic is very domestic. Like yall have been married for years. It especially shows when the three of you cook together. As rare as it can be, it's always fun, with gentle and soft kisses exchanged as you work in the kitchen seamlessly. Anyone watching the three of you in the kitchen will feel like it's a carefully choreographed dance, with the way you all move around each other, each one working on their task while stealing glances at their lovers.

Simeon loves watching you and Barbatos interact. Especially when Barbatos knows exactly which buttons to push to get you flustered and has made it his life's mission to make you blush as much as you can. He also thoroughly enjoys himself when you turn Barbatos' subtle flirtations against him and fluster the ever-composed butler instead. Also gets ideas to base the main characters of his next works off of you two, but always ends up liking what he's written too much to share with anyone else.

Barbatos, on the other hand, likes to make Simeon flustered himself more than watching you fluster him. Simeon has the cutest reactions, and so whenever he gets the chance to, Barbatos makes sure to fluster him as much as possible.

Luke sees you as his parent, no doubt about it. Solomon is a little shit who likes to tease you, while Diavolo is positively ecstatic for the three of you. Lucifer and the brothers, despite trusting Simeon and Barbatos, are almost comically overprotective of you.

Barbatos is more accepting and open about his possessiveness over the two of you, but Simeon will be a little more reluctant to act on his possessive tendencies. But you best believe that Barbatos will coax him into acting on his desires a little more.

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nyanashima · 1 year

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The Nowdateables (+ Luke) When They're Sick

Blorbos get the flu.

Content warnings: illness, mentions of vomiting but nothing graphic.

Diavolo

Willing to accept help and rest, but worries a lot about the things he could be getting done. Needs reassurance that rest is the most productive thing he can do.

Uses his time at home to complete simple assignments, do menial tasks, and catch up on whatever show or game Leviathan’s been talking about.

Can’t sleep all that much, but lies down with his eyes closed. Better than nothing?

Diavolo spams the living hell out of your phone. Memes, cute texts, even just chat stickers. Really, all he wants is attention. Call him and he’ll be ecstatic.

Looks into fun things to do with you when he’s better.

Barbatos

Barbatos insists that he’s fine, and keeps working until Diavolo orders him to take time off. He’ll only willingly take a sick day if he throws up.

The only duty he relinquishes otherwise is cooking, because he doesn’t want to get anyone else sick.

Goes stir crazy when forced to take it easy. He’s moving and working almost every waking moment, so the sudden change makes him restless and cranky.

Give him enrichment. He’ll pace around when he’s feeling well enough, and be fidgety when he’s not. Some simple paperwork, anything to keep his mind occupied.

Enjoys reading, but gets frustrated when he can’t focus on the book.

Irritable. He feels terrible, and feeling like he’s not doing anything productive only makes it worse. Apologizes profusely and with baked goods when he feels better.

He’ll try to deal with it himself. Dia gets his other staff to take care of him, and it feels sort of awkward, but he accepts their kindness gratefully and repays it as soon as he can.

Solomon

Refuses to admit he’s sick, even to himself.

This man will look you in the eyes and tell you he’s completely fine while visibly swaying from side to side.

Works himself to the point of exhaustion on the regular. You think a little flu is gonna stop him? (Yes, yes it will.)

He’s passing out on his desk in class, dropping beakers… overall just a mess.

Has to be forced to stay home. Supervise him or he WILL try to get back to working on whatever has his attention.

Once someone’s taking care of him and forcing him to rest, Solomon relents and tries to focus on getting better.

Sleeps a lot.

Weirdly sappy? He says super sweet and heartfelt things to whoever’s taking care of him, and looks at them really softly. The first time Solomon got sick, Luke thought he was on his deathbed because he was so affectionate.

Simeon

Will dismiss being ill as “just having an off day” until he wakes up feeling like utter shit.

Knows when to call it. He’s okay with tapping out for a bit— the sooner he treats what’s wrong, the sooner he can get better.

Putters around his room when he’s not excruciatingly nauseous.

Goes through a LOT of Kleenex. Sniffly

Doesn’t trust himself to work on big projects while sick, so he jots down ideas, drabbles and little poems.

Naps a lot. He doesn’t watch a lot of TV normally, but he finds it comforting to fall asleep with a movie on in the background.

Luke

Sickly little victorian boy

Mostly sleepy and out of it, mentally. Can’t really hold a conversation but really wants to talk to people.

Sit by his bedside, hold his hand, and tell him about your day. He wants to know you’re doing alright.

He’s a kid. He wants comfort. This is one of the few times he’s not too proud to ask Simeon to lie with him and read him a book.

Recovers pretty quick because he’s still a baby.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #barbatos obey me #obey me barbatos #diavolo obey me #obey me diavolo #simeon #obey me simeon #simeon obey me #luke obey me #obey me luke #obey me solomon #solomon obey me #sickfic #obey me fluff #emeto tw #emeto warning #obey me undateables #obey me nowdateables

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wordsvomit101 · 2 months

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My whb mc/oc

Her name is Byul, my baby, my kinnie, my girly pop, and my hellspawn (affectionate)

She was created by Solomon so he is by definition, her father/mother. She has been to Hell before but after her father disappeared she sort of wanders around on Earth on her own for a long time. Also forgot her original name because it had been so long since anyone call her by the name Solomon gave her.

She met Minhyeok by chance when he was young, he was lost while he was out camping with his family. She found him crying to himself by a tree at night in the woods then both protected and guided him back to his family. She was tricked into being adopted by Minhyeok after being lured by good food.

She is a menace and I love her, the snob that loves you, even when she destroys your shit and eats your food but will protect you with her life on the line without hesitation. Can handle things herself but loves being spoiled, is clever but WILL act dumb if it benefits her.

I should also make a confession. She is my stand-in for MC, her entire being is magic from Solomon (with a little bit of God's help), so she can use magic and is very well-equipped to handle whatever Hell and Heaven can throw at her. No human form (unless April Fool's magic bibbidi bobbidi booing her into having one) so no bam-bam in the ham or boning. But yeah, she is what I want to be, a literal demon- I mean a spoiled cat that can scratch and wreck things however she wants and get away with it, eat whatever she wants, and sleep whenever she wants.

I'm not a big fan of Ra-on/MC's writing in canon, and her personality is like a hot wet noodle. It is also hard for me to actually feel intimate with 95% of the characters (I prefer to watch them without MC in their stories), and I usually just skip the H-scene cause it doesn't make me feel anything or sometimes just outright uncomfortable. So when I don't particularly comfortable with some scene I just imagine my girl Byul there, being her chaotic self and not taking shit from anyone and just living her best life.

#what in hell is bad #whb #whb mc #whb oc #whb solomon #wordsvomit notes #i guess this make me a demisexual if i think about it

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a-local-idiots-shitpost · 1 year

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7 brothers accidentally getting turned into cats (temporarily) from eating Solomon's cooking.

hope you´ll like it Anon and another point for the long long list on why you should never eat anything offered by Solomon

interestingly enough all of them have varying lengths so if one seems longer, good chance it actually is

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Lucifer:

he despises this situation

he can´t work, he can´t keep his Brothers in line and you keep petting him and telling him he is the cutest little kitty cat in the entire world

… okay maybe the last point isn´t that bad but his point still stands

the worst thing is he can´t even drink coffee one he doesn´t have hands and two now it´s toxic for him

but he get´s morning cuddles from you while a cat so that´s a plus

and you´re incredibly affectionate for once

okay maybe it would be nice to spend just a little bit longer being pampered by you

Mammon:

this little guy will use his new cat cuteness to rob people

no one knows how he does just that he has far more valuables than before

he also refuses to leave your side

you know the pets who would follow you into the bathroom? yeah that´s him and than some more

he won´t even give you any peace when you close a door and he can´t get it open? he won´t stop meowing until you open it

now you might ask yourself “Mammon would never openly show affection without being a tsundere” and yeah this is 100% correct but you forgot the fact that he can blame his clingy behavior on Solomon´s food

he also always ends up cuddling with you doesn´t matter where you are he will find you and get his cuddles

Leviathan:

he will yowl so much because of all the events he will miss because he can´t play games

you have to put on Ruri-chan for him to distract him (and you use this moment to hide his fish just in case)

he will definitely act like he could care less about you but will also follow you around

get´s jealous if you pay attention to anything that isn´t him

playing games? he will lay on your keyboard, on your phone? he will sit on your face or try to get it out of your hand, doing anything that he could push over? guess what he will do :)

he loves sleeping in your shirt or just lying on your chest

for some reason your really comfy

Satan:

a dream come true for Satan

he will definitely try and befriend any cat he can find and talk them into staying at the House of Lamentation´s garden

he will glare at you if you make even the tiniest mistake of caring for a cat

he is a very judgmental little shit and still very aggressive, everybody that isn´t you and tries to do anything with him will get shredded

but with you? a literal Angel which is pretty ironic considering he never was one

he will just cuddle with you and purr up a storm while lying on your chest and listening to your heart beat

very sweet and cuddly cat towards you and a nightmare towards everybody that ruins his cuddle time

they can say goodbye to their ankles

Asmodeus:

Asmo is the most beautiful, wonderful, handsome, etc… cat in the entire world

yes he wants you to constantly praise his beauty while he walks around the mirror

he also grants you the privilege of brushing him and making him look great

but you better not give him bows that don´t match his fur

he will end you

he is usually a sweetheart, he wants attention but still a sweetheart but if you do even one thing he doesn´t like you will get scratched not as bad as Satan does but it still hurts

you tugged on his fur once and now you need bandages :(

this cat will get his cuddle privileges revoked

he will not like it

Beelzebub:

this guy will be as bold as stealing the food straight from your plate

at first he tries begging but when this doesn´t work? better hope you´re tall enough so Beel can´t jump on you

like any pet he will constantly meow for food… even if you already feed him seconds ago and he still has some leftovers

at least he will eat anything and with anything I mean anything

leftovers? better hide them, plants? let´s hope you have some who are save for Demonic cats, bugs? yes and believe me hell bugs are terrifying

but he is a great heater

when he is a cat during the colder seasons there is nothing better than cuddling with Beel

he also has rather interesting purring? honestly he is so loud you don´t know if he´s a cat or a roaring lion

but he is a very sweet and cuddly guy so you don´t care and he would never dare to hurt you

Belphegor:

I mean he sleeps the entire time anyway so there isn´t any difference between usual Belphie and now being a cat

but he insist on being carried everywhere or demands you to sit in a sunny spot for him to stretch and take a warm nap

he is even cuddlier than normal too, not only does he always stay with you but as soon as you sit down he wants you as his pillow, doesn´t matter if you have anything to do now you´re his pillow

he is so sleepy now that you are a bit concerned but it´s mostly just because he refuses to eat, not for any reason just because he hates cat food and demands raw fish rather then what you bought him

he is a very spoiled little shit if that wasn´t already obvious

but having him around does increase you quality of sleep which is nice

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its-short-for-jackalope · 1 year

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Some Of My Favorite Cool Staging Choices in NPMD: a ramble, by me!

(is "staging" the right term? idk I wasn't a theater kid)

this will contain spoilers, which you can probably guess since it will be tagged as such.

When we see Richie getting attacked in the cold open, he's facing the audience; when it happens again (haha whoops) he's facing away from the audience & we get to see his attacker. idk man I just think the change in perspective is rad lol

Richie and Ruth taking the stage first for "High School Is Killing Me" because they're the ones who... y'know. (rip 💀)

when that first curtain thing lifts and reveals the rest of the stage 👌🏻

when Steph is trying to get Pete to help her cheat on the test the spotlight on them also lights up Grace before she butts in and gets them in trouble (foreLIGHTENing eh? eh?)

the rotating nerd huddle in "Literal Monster" brings me so much joy like Yes, put those nerds on a giant Lazy Susan and watch 'em go

the nerds sneaking along in the background when Max is singing

the bit with Miss Tessberger (sp?) leaving and returning to the stage from the opposite side

just everything about Pete & Steph's phone call. everything.

the stage going almost completely dark at the end of "Cool As I Think I Am" is fucking epic ok it's such a cool transition. also Max's "I bring light to darkness" and the lighting changes for that. they're both so cool

the bathtub prop. it just looks like it was fun to make. :)

when Steph is talking to Ruth & Richie and then she just turns and they're sneaking into the bathroom. it's like a movie transition in my brain. (also Mariah's little jump like she's trying to look into a stall is adorable)

NERDY PRUDES GOING TO THE WAYLON (sp?) PLACE MY BELOVED 💙 1. walking around the orchestra pit is cool & it's a fun, slightly-more-distanced throwback to when they walk thru the audience in TGWDLM & BF; 2. cool blue lighting + silhouettes, need I say more; 3. the tattered background descending as they walk is fucking magical

it's technically not part of the show at all but i have to give a shoutout to the person near the camera who goes "oh? oh?" when Pete & Steph exchange their cute lil looks in the Waylon House 😂

Richie moving behind the tattered curtains with the camera. also I know it isn't visible but the knowledge that the skele'on costume glows in the dark gives me life. (and Steph giving Ruth a thumbs-up when she's scaring Max??? adorable)

did they blur the npmd logo and put it over Max as he's dying? i fuckin love it no joke

that row of lights onstage just silently clicking off before Max shows up to get Richie 💀💀💀 and then they slowly come back RED

wHEN THE REST OF THE CAST LINES UP TO SILENTLY STAND WITNESS FOR RICHIE'S DEATH 💀💀💀💀💀

the pauses in Jeff's announcement to let everybody groan after their name is called (Joey's "ouhh noo" gets me every time)

I haven't really mentioned choreography because idk how to talk about dancing but... "Hatchet Town" my beloved <3 (all of the choreography in the show is so fun & cool)

BBQ monologues!! the stage is a stage! (whoa, is this tgwdlm???) Love the brief single spotlight on Ruth when she goes on, and bonus points for the red, white, & blue lighting bc barbecues are intrinsically linked to the 4th of July in my brain (🇺🇲🔥)

when Grace is talking to Detective Shapiro I love how gray the stage goes, especially after how colorful the BBQ monologue was, like ugh <3 it makes it feel more serious and important like shit's about to get real (it is)

Officer Bailey (I think that's his name? i do not trust my ears) just angrily moving the chairs after Grace steals his gun and escapes custody 😂

obligatory Beanies Paulkins & HCB scene 2.0 mention <3

Pete sweetie you were just at a football game how did you mix it up with baseball you fuckin nerd (affectionate)

The Chair Mishap™ (I'm not sure but I think all 3 of them broke there, to varying degrees)

Max chasing Solomon off the stage is fun, loved that. (oh shit if he gets you next make it thr... four. you'll be four. or five, technically...? are we still counting Max? this point got derailed.)

the squad car! the lights up top, the brake lights, and also I love when the car turns and everybody just leans to the side (SiS is my favorite for this). also Max just nyooming by as Shapiro takes off is hilarious.

HOLDING COURT WITH THE VOID!!! the increasing whispers, the lighting, the LORDS APPEARING, holy SHIT

the white lights & fog during the slow-mo bullet scene idk it just makes it for me

the homecoming disco ball and the different spotlights are great :D

the group pose at the end of "Best of Me"

the colored lights & Lords laughing at the beginning of "Dirty Dudes" 🤩

okay! that's everything that caught my eye on my fourth watch, lol. obviously there are many many many more awesome little details and funny bits but I wanted to focus more on the set & staging type stuff. it's really cool and interesting to me, especially after Black Friday's glorious secret Wiggly.

if you read all of this I hope you had fun!!

if you didn't have fun, feel free to keep that fact to yourself! 👉🏻👉🏻

#jack jabbers #rambly man will ramble #nerdy prudes must die #npmd #nerdy prudes must die spoilers #npmd spoilers #starkid #team starkid #hatchetfield

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journey-to-the-attic · 1 year

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Can't wait for the new chapter!!!!

While I wait for the chapter however, I keep thinking of an IK who's actually a hybrid between and angel and a human (aka her mom was an angel and fell in love whit her dad and stuff and that's why she left in the first place)

I keep imagining that one day,as she's hanging out whit the bros and Solomon wings just suddenly pop out of her back and she's like "oh" while the brothers are FREAKING.OUT.

ATHEY CALL UP SIMEON AND DIAVOLO OUT OF PURE PANIC AND TRY TO FIGURE OUT TF IS GOING OUT WHIT THEIR HUM- ERR..ANGEL?

also if you could write some hcs abt this?? If you want to ofc ^^ ♡

one minute ik's having a perfectly nice day and the next she's on the floor because those wings are HEAVY

this is a super interesting concept!! i'd be happy to brainstorm some ideas ^^

there are Implications and Logistics of ik's mother being an angel, so let's imagine there's some kind of god barrier override that would let a low-level angel (i.e. one that god isn't paying much attention to) sneak out of the celestial realm without being noticed, and that's how that happens

(the idea that an angel snuck out of heaven, made it down to earth, then saw ik's dad and was immediately like 'oh but i must' is so funny)

(given how he fares in the ddvd au, this seems to just be the effect zhao has on demon and angelkind alike)

either she somehow sneaks back to the celestial realm or is still living in hiding on earth, but it doesn't really matter much for the purposes of ik being a hybrid

i imagine that being exposed to the magic of the devildom and other angels for a long time has 'awakened' her more angelic traits, so to speak?

anyway first things first

ik is panicking because she can't actually balance with these massive fucking wings on her back, so she literally can't stand up until simeon manages to get her to retract them

everyone else is panicking because shit this is really bad actually

like, if word gets out to the celestial realm - who knows what could happen?? the high council could very feasibly declare ik under their jurisdiction, being part angel, and then it'd just be free reign for whatever they wanted to do

there's solomon, who could claim guardianship since ik's still part human, but he's just one human - plus, with how autocratic the celestial realm is, it's very doubtful they'd listen to him

so, while diavolo, lucifer, solomon and simeon are deliberating how to handle the whole situation, ik's trying to figure out what the HELL just happened

they're fledgling wings, so they're covered in silvery down and can't actually be used to fly yet, but they're still so heavy

ik does not want this (no offence to her angel friends), and to be honest she'd be a lot happier if the wings disappeared and never came back

it kind of sucks for a while - whenever she gets stressed out, the wings unfold, and every single time they bring her straight down to the ground

sometimes it feels like she's suffocating in them and it just makes things worse

some of the brothers are more conflicted about this than others - but it's not like this changes the fact that one of their own is in distress, so ultimately they're still all focused on taking care of her

asmo knows what it's like to hate your wings, so he's extra careful to be there as soon as ik gets stressed. he very affectionately calls it 'going feathery', and he'll stay there for as long as ik needs until the wings go away. sometimes he'll brush the feathers

lucifer's mainly just worried about ik's safety, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy teaching her the ropes of having feathery wings. he promises to teach her to fly properly once her flight feathers come in, and the fact that he seems to be looking forward to it makes ik feel a little better

mammon's VERY insistent that this doesn't change anything. see, he can still pick ik up just fine, even with the extra weight of the wings! so don't be sad, because it's not as if this matters a jot to him!

there's a sort of identity crisis to be had here... ik doesn't know how to see herself anymore - human or angel? she's lived her whole life fully believing she was just human, but now that the wings are such an invasive part of her life, she can't just ignore the angel part

solomon does his best to reassure her - as far as he's concerned, she's still an essential example of humanity, and so will always be firmly under his protection

but luke does a better job, because his view of the matter is very simple: to him, there's no point in putting her in either camp exclusively. ik is his best friend, and that's the important part, whether human or angel

(though a part of him is kind of happy about the news - even if he feels really bad about it)

ultimately, this is the view the others decide on too

ik being part angel doesn't change anything about what she did - because you don't have to be an angel to keep choosing kindness the way she does

it's a bit of a weird situation overall, because there's not exactly been other well-known hybrids that they could seek out advice from; if they do exist, they have to have been lying very low to avoid the celestial realm's persecution

that's all i have for now!! sorry it was mostly more angsty things, but there's a lot to do with this prompt, so i'd be happy to talk more about it in future!!!

#answering asks #arizzix0x #jtta aus #hybrid au

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Veth’s Steph and Pete Headcanons

CW:This Follows The canon of NPMD the best I can so mention of funeral’s and death and the like so be warned if I forget any warns tell me and I’ll add them

and if I spelt or got any lore wrong lmk nicely thank you

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A/n: I’m totally “normal” about these two I wrote these at 1 - 2 am and b4 that I tagged all of these at 1am hope these makes since I’m on new meds and they made me kinda tried and my eyes hurt so bad anyhow my requests are open check my master list it’s pinned on my profile anyway enjoy these headcanons I’m also going through and editing all this at 2:58 am so technically I’ve been working on this from 1 am to 2 am to 3 am I hope you like this

Stephanie Lauter and Peter Spankoffski headcanons

After all that happened in NPMD ie Steph losing her dad and Pete losing Richie and Ruth and Steph having to shoot him and Max stopping the bullet and doing the whole “I’m the only one who can kill you nerdy prudes” and Grace taking one for the the team by giving up what she cherished most

Pete and Steph didn’t want to be far from each other and ending up holding each other for a while so that led to them having sleepovers at the others home Steph hated being all alone in that big house so she was glad to have Pete being there with her.

They both try to comfort the other when they start to breakdown after all that has happened Steph seems like the type who doesn’t know how to comfort someone same with Pete but they both try and they love the other for that

Steph and Pete didn’t label their relationship right away because they weren’t sure what would happen after all that went down but they knew for a fact they loved the other after a LONG and I mean a Long time of denying the fact they were in love each other like they canonically had a song about it too but after a bit calls each other their partner or girlfriend/ boyfriend thing

These two in my mind both have They in their pronouns and or possibly t4t because they aren’t totally straight in my mind Pete to me seems unlabeled but Steph is either Pansexual or Bisexual and could be gender-fluid and or She/they but either Gender fluid or Demi girl she has She/They pronouns

Pete without a doubt is trans FTM and uses He/Him and possibly on occasion uses They and or them and I could possibly see him as Asexual but I’m not for sure on that one just yet

Pete definitely drives home the fact that Steph is smart and that he’s proud of her and whatever else Solomon told her is bull shit and he loves her no matter what and that he will be their for her no matter what

Steph does the same type of thing for Pete that he is in fact cool to her and not a loser and comforts him fully and says that he’s a handsome always especially when gender dysphoria kicks his ass and will be their for him through it all

This could be me projecting but these two would probably give a little smooch on the other’s forearm and tell the other they love them

I feel like Steph would do Pete’s hair into different hairstyles, Steph definitely teases him lovingly about the bow ties still

Steph at some point mentioned thinking about doing a wolf cut or short hair and Pete supported her no matter what Steph did the same with his hair if he wanted to cut it or let it grow more either way she could still run her hands through his hair

And as Steph does in canon affectionately calls Pete a Nerd and him possibility calling her Mean Girl or probably something else it’s 3:11 am rn and I’m proof reading this when I could be sleeping to creativity is low lmfao

Homecoming was fun for both of them and as it should be I think they have photos of it both digital and Polaroid and for the Polaroids, they have the pictures hanging up on an aesthetic string and clips thing

Content warring here’s the mention of Funerals and death(ig I don’t think I say it at all but still be aware)

Now when it came to the funeral’s of Richie,Ruth it was a ruff time for both of them and seeing as they all were friends it was one of the Moments Steph comforts Pete even if it wasn’t something she was good at still

and after words they visit Ruth and Richie’s graves and leaves flowers and possibly Anime themed stuff for Richies grave and no matter what both Ruth and Richie gets flowers on their respective graves

When Solomon’s funeral came around I think Stephanie kinda shut down having to be around her fathers colleagues friends and connecting and was going into auto pilot going through the motions of everything that she knew how to act as to make sure Solomon’s image looked good

Pete was their with her and after a while pulled her away from the people so he could make sure she was okay as she could be for what was happening and she just broke down and they decided to leave after funeral things happened

I feel like after wards of both funerals just like after NPMD but before homecoming’s they just held each other to comfort one another and saying sweet things to each other because they love each other

#nerdy prudes must die #npmd #nerdy prudes spoilers #npmd spoilers #steph lauter #stephanie lauter #pete spankoffski #peter spankoffski #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #fanfic #dyslexic writer #vethsoddities #veth’s rambling #i am cringe but i am free #And I love them so much I’m totally “normal” about them #Also sorry if this doesn’t make since and sucks I’m tired as I said new meds and it’s 3:18 am help

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beelzebuddy-catan · 1 year

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The Not Entirely Human-Human Exchange Student pt. 2

Summary: Cass manages to shock the student body at RAD when she makes her first pact with Mammon. She doesn't have time to think about it as she begins uncovering the dark secrets haunting the House of Lamentation. Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death, heavily implied sexual content Spoilers: Lesson two and Lilith's status Characters: Cass (OC), Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Lilith, Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Luke, Simeon, Preta (OC), and Vassago (OC). Notes: (1) Lilith is absolutely a little shit (affectionate) who just likes pulling pranks and messing with people she loves. (2) I love the idea of MC finding Mammon's credit card without Lucifer's hint. Part One • Next Part

“Call me by my name,” she demanded.

“Fuck,” Mammon hissed, eyes wide. “Is this all ‘cause of the pact?! Listen to me hum-” he stopped, as if he physically couldn’t finish the word. “Hu-hum-FINE, Cass!” They stared at each other, Mammon catching his breath. Cass wondered how much energy it took to fight off whatever control the pact had over him. “Look, just because may be in control of my body doesn’t mean you own my mind.”

“I don’t want to own you,” Cass said, surprising him. “I literally only asked you to call me by my name. I’d expect even demons to have that level of decorum.”

He didn’t say anything at first, but his frustration seemed to fade. “Where is it?” Cass tilted her head in confusion. She already gave him his credit card, what else did he want. “The mark?” Silence. “You really don’t know anything about pacts do ya? When you make a pact, you have a mark to show it.”

His eyes fell to her hand, as if he already knew it would be there. She followed his gaze to her left hand. Oh. Wrapping around her pointer finger was an intricate golden design. It faded towards the top, the design tightening at the base. It almost looked like a ring, a sigil resting in the middle like a stone. Cass gasped, taken aback at how beautiful it was.

Cass glanced down at the map Lucifer had given her and back up at the hallway. At this point she’d be lucky if she found her classes, let alone found them on time. Apparently giving the new student a tour was too kind for demons.

Her morning hadn’t gone great. Besides having no idea where she was going and Mammon being missing, she’d been assigned to wake him up earlier. She’d ended up just poking him in the face, only to be thrown to the floor. Now, she was lost in a giant school, no idea where to go. She shoved the map in her bag, deciding to go in what she thought was the right direction and hope she got lucky enough to run into someone she knew.

“Hey, that’s the human everyone’s talking about.” She heard someone whisper but opted to stay still. “Can’t believe Mammon got assigned to watch over her.”

“Doncha think that’s pretty lucky for us? We can devour this human before even Beel does, and they won’t know it was us.”

The first demon snickered in response. Before she could take a step, they started to jeer and catcall. Cass swung her backpack over her other shoulder, walking up to the demons with a cheery smile. Their cocky demeanors only grew.

“If you so much as even try to touch me, I will rip off whatever appendage of yours I can find, be it your arm, leg, horn, tail, whatever, and shove it so far up your ass I can pull it back out your throat. Then, I’ll pour holy oil into any open orifice and light it on fire while you’re still alive. And, as you burn and the light leave your eyes, the last thing you’ll see is me enjoying a glass of ice water.” Cass blinked her eyes innocently, her smile never faltering. “Do you happen to know what the cafeteria serving today?” Her smile finally fell as she stared into the second demon’s eyes, not blinking as she finished. “I’m caving barbecue.”

Neither of them moved, shock rooting them in their place. A third demon, standing off to the side stifled a laugh. Their black horns and eyes stood out against their pale skin and white hair. Whoever they talking to looked equal parts impressed and disinterested. Cass flashed them a smile before walking towards where she hoped her class was. She only took a few steps before someone fell into step next to her.

“Hey, you’re Cass, right?” She cast him a look but didn’t respond. He laughed before continuing. “You don’t have to be suspicious of me. I’m Solomon, the other exchange student. When I heard Mammon was looking after you, I thought Lucifer was just messing with you. Now, I’m not so sure.”

Cass stopped and crossed her arms. Something felt too convenient about the only other human showing up next to her right when she needed help. “I can handle myself with demons. Mind telling me where 2122b is?”

“You’re asking for my help? But you’ve got the great Mammon!” Cass didn’t miss the sarcasm lacing his tone. “Why should I just give you that information?”

“Help another human out? You are human still, aren’t you?”

“Hmm,” he smiled. “There are times even I’m not so sure. After obtaining the ring of wisdom from someone in a very high position and forming 72 pacts,” he paused glancing at her, “I became a wicked sorcerer. Or, that’s what they say about me. I am fairly sure I am still human. I’m happy to prove it to you if needed.”

Cass twirled a piece of her hair and giggled, taking a wild guess he was the same Solomon written about in theology. “It’s no wonder you got 700 women to marry you, you’re so charming.” She rolled her eyes and walked away without giving him another glance. She was stopped again after a few steps by Lucifer. “Morning?”

“It seems you’ve already become something of a celebrity. Is your plan to simply threaten any demon who talks about you?” Cass hummed, not really caring to have a conversation when she still didn’t know where her fucking class was. Honestly, if threatening demons who treated her like dirt or a meal was how she survived, that’s how she survived. “While I understand it is inevitable you associated with Solomon, you should know he can’t be trusted. Unlike you, he can wield powerful magic and will try to subjugate even a powerful demon given the chance.”

“Got it, I can’t trust the only human here, but demons are good.” Cass went to step around him before pausing, remembering her conversation with Levi yesterday. Lucifer had hidden Mammon’s credit card, the credit card needed to make a pact with Mammon. Maybe she should just come out and ask him where it was.

“Is there something you want to ask me?” Lucifer smirked, as if knowing she needed something from him.

“Where is room 2122b?” She asked. Maybe she could get Lilith to tell her.

“Is that all? I would have thought you had question about Mammon.” Cass didn’t answer, not giving him the satisfaction. “If you go down this hall and take the first right and it’ll be the second door on the left.”

“Great, thank you,” Cass said, going to her first class of the day.

As much as she wanted to focus, she couldn’t. While the material was interesting, it was too much being thrown into a new world. Especially considering she’d been told she’d be living with seven brothers but had only met six.

At this point, all she knew about the final brother was he had long, greyish indigo hair with white tips and was comfortable enough to fall asleep leaning against Beel. Given his brothers were avatars of the six of the seven deadly sins, she assumed he was the avatar of sloth. It probably wasn’t abnormal for him to fall asleep against anyone.

The rest of the day was a cycle of thinking about each of the brothers and how to find Mammon’s credit card. She should have just asked Lucifer. She had to look up what a credit card was. How was she supposed to find one hidden in a strange, unknown house by a strange, unknown demon? The only seemingly valuable thing she’d come across was freezing credit, which seemed like a good option if Lucifer didn’t want Mammon to spend money.

“If I was going to hide a credit card to freeze someone’s spending, where would I put it?” Cass said out loud. She was lying upside down on her couch, head hanging off the edge. “It’s not literally frozen. He’s been around for centuries. It has to mean something else.”

“Does it though?” A voice interrupted her thoughts. Cass opened her eyes to see Lilith floating upside down, staring at her. “Look, I love Lucifer, but he finds dad jokes a bit too funny.” Cass didn’t answer, unsure what dad jokes were. “Predictable jokes, puns?”

Cass spun around. “Are you saying he literally froze Mammon’s credit card? Wouldn’t someone have found it by now?”

Lilith didn’t answer, simply giving Cass a look before disappearing. Was everyone in the Devildom cryptic as hell? It was past midnight. If she went to the kitchen now, there was a chance she wouldn’t run into anyone. It was probably safter to go now than in the middle of the day.

Cass tried to be as quiet as possible going to the kitchen. Luckily, she didn’t run into anyone. Part of her had debated texting Levi but decided against it. If Lilith was messing with her or her hunch was wrong, she’d rather he not know about it. She managed not to scream when she ran into Beel as she walked into the kitchen.

“Why you going to the kitchen so late?”

She was drawn to Beel. Despite the fact that he expressed less emotions than the other brothers and was harder to read, something about him felt safe. She could tell he was a caring person, or demon, he just had a harder time of showing it.

“I was just getting a glass of water,” Cass lied. She wasn’t sure why. Something told her Beel wouldn’t care why she was in the kitchen. He huffed in response, going to leave. Suddenly she remembered the picture, the indigo haired demon slumped against Beel in the picture. “Hey, Beel, can I ask you something?”

“What?”

“Diavolo said I’d be living here with you and your brothers. He said there were seven of you, but I haven’t met your youngest brother. I was wondering–”

“Don’t ever mention him in front of Lucifer” Beel cut her off “ and don’t bother asking the rest of us. We don’t talk about him. Even though he’s our brother, we have to treat him like he doesn’t exist, it’s not fair,” Beel trailed off. Another crack. “But since no one can defy Lucifer, that’s that. Besides, it’s not any of your business.”

Cass reached out, grabbing Beel’s arm as he went to leave. “I know it doesn’t mean anything, and I’m just this random human forced to live with you, but if you need someone to talk to,” Cass paused, looking up at Beel. He didn’t say anything, but for a moment, it looked like he wanted to. “Have a nice night, Beel.”

He didn’t say anything, just nodded before walking out of the room. She should ask Lilith next time she appeared. Despite not talking about the seventh brother, it clearly weighed on Beel. The longer she was in the Devildom, the more she started to think she might be an empath. She was trapped in a house with six broken demons who needed help and was beginning to feel like her purpose was to help them.

“That’s not important right now,” she whispered. One thing at a time Cass, damn. Start with the credit card and pact and move on to whatever the fuck was haunting these demons after.

She checked to make sure Beel had actually left before opening the freezer. She was certain Lilith was messing with her when she looked into the nearly empty freezer. Beel must have eaten everything possible, because it looked like the only thing left was ice. Well, ice and what looked like freezer burnt ice cream from God knows how long ago. She shoved it out of the way in frustration.

As she went to slam the door shut, a glint of light caught her eye. Buried in ice, underneath the ice cream was a golden credit card. She pulled it out, but was unable to read the name. It had to be Mammon’s. Why else would there be a credit card in the freezer. She threw the frozen card in the sink, running hot water over it.

As the ice melted, she sighed. Step one, complete. Now she just needed to get Mammon to agree to a pact. When Levi first suggested it, she hadn’t really cared much either way. Pact or not, she was still stuck here with no memory. As she thought about it at school, though, she realized it would be nice to have some level of control over her situation, as well as someone on her side in the Devildom, willingly or not.

Cass sat on the edge of the counter, waiting for the ice to melt. When the ice was almost gone, she picked the card up. Sure enough, in silver lettering was Mammon’s name. Cass stared at the card, wondering what her next move was. It wasn’t until she heard his gasp that she realized Mammon had walked into the kitchen.

“IS THAT GOLDIE? DIDJA FIND MY CARD HUMAN?” Mammon yelled, rushing towards her. He went to grab the card, but Cass shoved it into her back pocket before he could. “Whadda think you’re doin’?”

“Leveraging your card for my benefit?” Mammon looked at her in disbelief. “Make a pact with me, and I’ll give you your precious card.”

“NO WAY!” Mammon snapped. “What makes you think The Great Mammon, one of the rulers of the Devildom would ever make a pact? Let some human be the boss of me?”

”Oh Luuuuccccifffeeeer,” Cass called.

Mammon’s eyes widened in fear, hand going to cover her mouth. He stepped between her legs, eyes pleading with her to be quiet. He didn’t move for a while, maybe waiting for his fear to subside or until he felt he could trust Cass not to say anything.

“You’re serious right now?” He asked, pulling his hand away. Cass nodded, though she wasn’t. “Fuck, fine.”

He stepped back, hand going to his belt. It took a second for Cass to register what he was doing. “Um, what the fuck are you doing?”

He glanced at her in disbelief. “What do you think?” Cass stared at him, eyes wide in confusion. “I thought ya wanted to make a pact.”

“Yeah?”

Mammon threw his hands up in frustration. “Are ya aware of a different way to make a pact?”

“I guess I don’t know how to make one.” Mammon stared at her. “I literally don’t even know my last name, what makes you think I’d know how to make a pact with a demon?!”

“I’d expect ya to look it up at the very least.” When Cass didn’t answer, Mammon rolled his eyes and continued, “pacts gotta be consummated.”

“Oh,” Cass answered, “OH!”

“Havin’ second thoughts?” Mammon asked, hand going to grab his credit card from her back pocket. “We don’t have to do anything ya know? You can give me my card and we can forget this ever happened.”

Cass smacked his hand away. “It’s not a second thought. It’s just,” she paused, not sure how to phrase it. “I just, I don’t have my memories.” Mammon didn’t answer, waiting for her to continue. “I don’t know if I’ve done, if I’ve ever, you know.” She gestured in the space between them.

Before she knew what was happening, Mammon’s hands flew to the counter beside her. His grasp was so tight that the butcher block split in his grip. “Don’t, don’t say things like that to a demon.” His voice was quiet, like he was trying his hardest to restrain himself. Cass didn’t answer, not sure what he meant. He continued, not meeting her eyes. “I’m a demon.”

“Oh really?”

Mammon scoffed, the counter cracking more under his grip. “Ya can’t say things like that to a demon. Our whole thing is corruptin’ humans. Do ya realize what your doing to me right now?”

“Oh,” she repeated, “OH!” Mammon didn’t answer, almost as if he was trying to calm his erratic breathing. “Fuck it,” she breathed. Mammon’s head snapped up, finally meeting her gaze. “Let’s make a pact.

His hands left the counter at the speed of light, grabbing her hips pulling her closer. Their lips met in a bruising kiss. Before Cass had time to process what was happening, he had lifted her off the counter and was moving towards the door. Her arms tightened around his neck, clutching to him as if he was going to drop her.

“Wh-what, what are you doing?”

“You think I want any of my brothers comin’ in and seein’ ya this,” he scoffed, “fuck I’m surprised Asmo didn’t smell you and come down here already.”

“SMELL?” She gasped, but Mammon didn’t answer. Before she knew it, they were in his room and she was being thrown on his bed. Levi wasn’t kidding when he said he was fast. She barely had time to catch her breath, let alone stop her head from spinning before Mammon was kissing her again. And so, her first pact was made.

---

Cass stared at the ceiling of Mammon’s room. She’d expected there to be something more to making a pact besides saying something in Latin and sleeping with the demon. Cass glanced at Mammon, who was lying next to her, also avoiding her gaze.

“That was,” he started.

“Unexpected?”

“Sure,” he answered, but something in his voice told her that wasn’t what he was thinking.

He got up and started getting dressed. Cass sat up, holding the sheet up against her, not really sure what to say that could break the tension. She didn’t know how pacts work, much less what it meant to make one. Was this Mammon’s first pact with human? She almost asked but stopped herself. Why did it matter?

“Um,” Cass said, breaking the silence. Mammon looked over his shoulder but didn’t say anything. “Is it, can demons, can I get pregnant?”

Mammon’s movement froze, eyes widening. After a moment, he started dressing, moving faster than before. Cass didn’t move, terror rushing through her. Something in his response told her it wasn’t the risk of pregnancy that had him moving like that.

“Mammon?” He didn’t respond. “MAMMON!” Finally, he looked at her. Her voice fell quiet under his gaze, “what happens to humans who are pregnant with demons?” Again, he didn’t answer, her question only making him move faster. Panic rushed through her. For the first time since arriving in the Devildom she honestly felt afraid. “MAMMON!” She said, summing as much energy as he could. “Am I going to die?”

He kneeled next to her, hands cupping her face. He looked at her with genuine emotions, and it scared the hell out of her. “No, do you think the Great Mammon would let that happen?”

Cass fought back tears. He looked as unsure as she felt. Fuck. Why hadn’t she thought of that earlier? It hadn’t even crossed her mind. Why would it have? She didn’t know anything about demons and humans. It was the uncertainty in Mammon’s answer that scared her. Had he acted like he didn’t care about her, that would have been better, more comforting.

“Stop.” Mammon’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. He held her eye contact, concern laced in his gaze. “You’re gonna be fine, okay? I’ll talk to Lucifer, and he’ll know what to do. It’ll be fine.” It sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than her. “I’ll go now, okay?”

Mammon made a move towards the door and Cass stood, grabbing the closest shirt she could find. Mammon opened his mouth to say something, but stopped when he saw her dressing. She didn’t notice his staring at first, flinching under his gaze when she finally looked up.

“Sorry, I just grabbed something. I figured it’d be faster than trying to find mine,” she said, pulling at the edge of his button up nervously. It was large enough that it was falling off one shoulder, the hem landing midthigh.

She tried taking a step towards Mammon but lost her footing. He was by her side in an instant, catching her. “Ya really think your going to be able to walk to Lucifer’s room?”

“Well, I’m not just going to sit around here waiting.” Mammon and Cass held a silent starting contest before he finally resigned, scooping her up bridal style. “Wha–?”

“I’ll just carry you.”

Cass didn’t bother arguing, knowing already how much faster it would be. She closed her eyes, turning her head into Mammon’s chest feeling a wave of motion sickness at his movement. It wasn’t until she heard a knock that she opened her eyes. A moment later, the door swung open revealing a disappointed Lucifer. It looked like he was about to start scolding whoever had knocked on the door when he must have realized why they were there.

---

Cass stared at the fire behind Lucifer. He’d been lecturing Mammon for the last hour, occasionally passing a condescending comment her way. She was having a hard time concentrating on anything he said, though. She couldn’t shake Mammon’s reaction to her earlier from her thoughts.

“Can’t ya do this later?” Mammon hissed. “There are more pressing issues.”

“If you had any semblance of self-control, there wouldn’t be.”

“I had self-control, considerin’ she was going on about being a virgin. Don’t act like you wouldn’t have done the same–”

“I wasn’t going on about being a virgin. I literally said I have no memories–”

“I don’t care what the circumstances were.” Cass looked away from Mammon, trying not to roll her eyes. Lucifer handed her a small vial. “This potion will prevent pregnancy. I had some made on the off chance you surprised us and made a pact. Though, I didn’t expect it to be so quick.”

As she drank the potion, Lucifer muttered something in what sounded like Latin. “Well, the potion is most effective before being intimate, it won’t hurt to take it after.” He handed her a piece of paper with something written in a foreign language. “This is a spell to help strengthen the effects. Any demon will be able to perform it with ease. Well, any demon worth making a pact with. I’ll work with Barbatos to make more potion, should you end up needing more. Please try to refrain yourself until then, no matter how hard you find it.”

“EXCUSE ME? Thanks for the potion, though I could do without the haughty tone.” She stood up, glaring at Lucifer. “Ass,” she said under her breath as she stormed towards the door, letting it slam behind her.

Cass groaned, falling into her bed. Of all the things she expected to happen that evening, that wasn’t one of them. She rolled over to look at the time when she saw Lilith sitting on the edge of her table. She was grinning, feet swinging beneath her.

“He likes you,” she laughed. “Lucifer.”

“He has a funny way of showing it.”

“Yeah.”

“Wait, Lilith, you’ve been here for a while, right?” The ghost nodded. “Can you tell me about their seventh brother?”

Lilith’s feet stopped moving. She sighed, jumping off the table to start pacing. “No.”

“Seriously?” Cass demanded.

“shhhh.” Lilith glared at her. “They can’t know I’m here.”

“I thought you wanted me to help them! I can’t help them if I don’t know anything. Why is everything a secret?”

Lilith looked at her with understanding, but it only made Cass angrier. Why did it feel like she was playing a game where everyone knew the rules except her. It was frustrating enough talking to the brothers, but at least she could understand their perspective.

They didn’t ask her to be here, Diavolo did. Lilith, on the other hand, asked her to help. Cass’s only goal was to survive for the year and try to get her memories back. Despite wanting to help the brothers, if they didn’t let her, she couldn’t force them to accept her help.

“I want to tell you, I do, really.” Against her better judgement, Cass believed her. “If you know too much about them though, they won’t trust you. You have to earn their trust, or they’ll just shut you out more. They’ve been burned in the past, which is why they act that way.”

“Can you tell me anything? How do you know them? Why can’t they know you’re here? You told me you’ve tried contacting them before. What changed?”

She didn’t say anything for a minute. “Fine, but you can’t tell them. At least not yet.”

---

Asmo had been laughing for the last ten minutes, despite Satan telling him to quiet down. Apparently, Cass making a pact with Mammon was one of the funniest things he’d heard in a while. She was too busy replaying her conversation with Lilith to care about the little insults he was making towards her.

So, Lilith was their sister from the Celestial Realm. Well, that explained her ethereal nature and why she cared so much about them. Honestly, Cass should have seen it sooner given how many similar features she had to the brothers.

“If they know you knew about me, they won’t trust you. They’ll be angry and resent you.” It made sense. While Lilith wouldn’t tell her what happened that led to her being a ghost in the Devildom that her brothers couldn’t see nor what made their dynamics so bizarre, Cass understood why she couldn’t tell them. She knew they all had their defenses built so strong it would take a miracle to break through them.

“I don’t know what’s more surprising, an average human like you making a pact with Mammon so fast or you teaming up with Levi to make it happen.”

“All that matters is I got my money back from Mammon AND my figurine. I’ll finally be able to buy the Blu-ray box set of Journey to the Devildom: The Tale of a Little She-Devil and her Reluctant Companio! The initial rounds even have tickets to a live event,” Levi said.

“I never thought I’d see a human win over Levi, but here we are,” Satan mused, speaking over Levi.

Levi stopped mid rant. “Excuse me?! Nobody won me over. Especially not some non-otaku normie human. We had a purely business relationship due to our aligned interests.”

Levi huffed, crossing his arms and glaring at the center of the table, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes. Cass didn’t miss the blush appearing at Satan’s words though. She also didn’t miss the way Beel was trying to sneak food off her plate, though she used sneak lightly. She pushed her plate towards him, not having much of an appetite.

“You know, we should be careful or we might find ourselves in a pact with Cass as well. If you had to choose one of us to forge a pact with next, who would it be, Cass?”

She glanced at Asmo before her eyes flashed to the other demons at the table. She didn’t care to have the pact she had, let alone more of them. Besides, the question seemed like a trap. She’s certain no matter how she answered it would end with one of them insulting her.

“None of you, I’m not interested.”

“WHAT?! Do you know how offensive that is? It’s as if you think we’re not worth making a pact with. Yet you made one with that stupid, poor excuse of a dem-” Asmo was interrupted by Mammon smacking the back of his head. “OW! I can’t believe you STRUCK my beautiful, beautiful head! Not even Lucifer has done something like that!”

“Stop callin’ me a poor excuse for a demon, you pea brain. Y’all think you’re so great. None of this would’ve happened if Lucifer hadn’t taken my precious Goldie away from me and hidden her against her will.”

The brothers responded in disgust to Mammon personifying his credit card. Cass wasn’t sure Levi was one to talk considering his unnerving infatuation with an animation or Asmo given his self-obsession. She was just grateful the conversation was no longer focused on her. She wasn’t in much of a mood to talk. Besides, Mammon seemed to have more of knack of sticking his foot in his mouth than her. His mocking of Lucifer continuing despite him standing behind Mammon.

“You know, he’s so stupid it’s almost sad,” Asmo noted as Mammon rubbed his head where Lucifer had hit him.

“It’s almost like we’re being punished by having him as our brother.”

Lucifer sat down, speaking directly to her, ignoring his brothers’ continued squabbling. “Cass, I didn’t say it last night, but it’s quite the accomplishment managing a pact in such a short time.”

“Well, I supposed if you hadn’t been too busy implying I was a whore, you would have gotten around to it.”

Lucifer chuckled, shaking his head. “Perhaps, but Diavolo will be pleased regardless.”

“Oi, human!” Cass rolled her eyes at Mammon’s voice. “Don’t sit there with your heads in the clouds, we gotta go.”

Cass pushed her chair out, knowing her three options were to walk with Mammon, with the other brothers, or alone. Surprisingly, Mammon was the safest or quietest option. She followed him out of the dining room towards the door, not bothering to tune into his complaints.

“Hey, don’t go thinkin’ you can ignore the Great Mammon just ‘cause you managed to make some pact, human!”

Cass stopped in her tracks glaring at him. “Seriously?” He huffed, sticking his arms out. “You still won’t call me by my name?”

“No, I won’t. You’re just a lowly human, come back in a million years and maybe I’ll consider calling ya by your name. Learn your place, ‘cause if you don’t, I swear I’ll make you my next meal. Let’s go, human.”

“Call me by my name or I’m not going,” Cass said, crossing her arms.

“What makes you think I care if you go?”

“Call me by my name,” she demanded.

“I don’t want to own you,” Cass said, surprising him. “I literally only asked you to call me by my name. I’d expect even demons to have that level of decorum.”

“How did–”

“When you woke me up yesterday,” Mammon answered, not looking away from her hand. “The mark appears where you first touch a demon.”

---

Mammon didn’t say much after they left. He did keep looking at her hand, taking in the mark. Cass didn’t blame him. It almost seemed to catch the light like real gold. She traced over it, but it didn’t feel like anything. She had been starting at it since she’d gotten to her first class.

“Whenever an important announcement is made, the demons around here couldn’t care less. Yet, rumors spread like wildfire. The uproar about the new exchange student hadn’t even subsided, and now this.”

“Don’t say that Barbatos! This gossip ensures everyone is watching this human, making it harder for any demon to go after Cass’s soul.”

“Which is especially important given Mammon’s not doing a very good job as a guardian.”

Diavolo sat across from Cass. “I must say, I can’t believe you managed to forge a pact with Mammon. That’s no small feat.”

“I suppose it stands as proof that you chose well bringing this human here, Lord Diavolo,” Barbatos praised.

“Sometimes I wish I could trade a certain idiot brother of mine for Barbatos,” Lucifer said.

“It is sometimes said that a truly wise man does not flaunt his talents, he keeps them secret.”

Barbatos smiled at Lucifer, but it had a mocking aura to it. Lucifer scoffed, as if the very thought of Mammon having any talents was laughable. Cass tried not to smile at the reaction. He really did act like the protective older brother.

“I’ve heard it said that the most thick-headed child is always the cutest.”

“I don’t even want to think of Mammon as my child.”

“See how he doesn’t deny the part of Mammon being cute.” Cass looked up at the unknown voice. His laugh sounded almost like music. “Out of all seven of you brothers, you are, without a doubt, the most troublesome.”

“That almost sounds like a compliment, Simeon.”

“Well, it’s not,” another unknown voice interjected. Cass was surprised to see what looked like a ten-year child in front of her.

“Allow me to introduce you, Cass,” Diavolo said, noticing her surprise. “This is Simeon and Luke. They are our exchange students from the Celestial Realm. As you can probably guess, they are angels.”

“Well, Simeon is an angel. Luke is more of a chihuahua.”

“I am NOT a chihuahua,” Luke yelled. “I may be a low-ranking angel, but I’ll have you know that I report directly to Michael the Archangel!”

“Luke, calm down, there’s no need to make such a fuss.” Simeon turned to Cass, flashing a dazzling smile. Unlike the demons, there was genuine warmth behind the action. “It is a pleasure to meet you Cass, we’ve heard a lot of rumors!” The warning bell rang through the room. “I apologize for any trouble we’ve caused, Cass, but I look forward to getting to know you better.”

Diavolo and Barbatos followed Simeon out of the room. Lucifer looked like he was about to say something to Cass, but decided against it. Luke stayed behind, glaring at the door Lucifer had just exited through.

“Are you okay?”

“Never trust a demon, Cass, especially if that demon is Lucifer. I was against this exchange program from the beginning, especially bringing humans to the Devildom. You need to be safe, and Mammon certainly isn’t going to help.”

Luke’s hand landed on hers and he looked at her with so much concern it warmed her heart. For the first time since arriving, she felt there was someone that genuinely cared about her, not just cared about her surviving because Diavolo wanted the exchange program to succeed. Luke left without another word, leaving her to wonder how much him and Simeon and him knew about the brothers.

---

Solomon laughed, laughing down his cards. “Read ‘em and reap. It’s a straight flush.” Asmo groaned, throwing his loosing hand on the table. “That’s 183 wins for me!”

“Are you using magic?”

“I am but a simple human, an innocent lamb. I’d appreciate if you wouldn’t accuse me of behaving like you demons.”

“How can you say that with a straight face, Solomon? I think you may be the least innocent of all of us.”

“Is that truly what you think of me, Satan?” Solomon joked, shuffling the cards. “I must say, it’s lucky Mammon isn’t here, he likely would have broken my record-breaking winning streak by now.”

Satan nodded in agreement. “You’re right, considering he’s usually such dolt, he is surprisingly good at making money.”

“Shouldn’t you be a bit more respectful towards Mammon? You’re always putting him down, despite him being your older brother.”

A third demon sat down next to Solomon at his question. “Have you met Mammon?”

“See, even Vas knows how impossible that is, and he’s not even Mammon’s brother!” The warning bell rang. “You’re running a bit late today, Vas, Preta make you late again?”

“Actually, we ran into Beel and he was telling us about the pact the new exchange student managed to make with Mammon.” At his words, Satan and Asmo started laughing. “How did she manage that?”

“I honestly don’t know. She found Mammon’s hidden credit card on her own. Lucifer was quite impressed. He kept mentioning his surprise at breakfast,” Satan answered. “I think the rest of are just as surprised that Mammon actually agreed to make a pact.”

“It seems like everyone is acting like making a pact is a huge thing. Sure, it’s funny Cass tricked Mammon, but the pact itself isn’t that big of a deal. Take Solomon and me, we’re in a pact. You also have one with Barabtos and Vasago!” Vas scoffed at Asmo. “What? You must have had a reason to make a pact.”

“I lost a bet with Preta, I didn’t exactly want to make one.” Solomon smiled at Vas, knowing despite the reason behind the pact, they were actually quite close.

“I have to agree with Vas. Generally, demons are too proud to make pacts.”

“I’ve been very fortunate but can’t afford to be complacent. Otherwise, Cass might make a pact with Lucifer before I can.”

Asmo giggled at Solomon’s words, his demeanor showing a lack of concern. Both him and Vas were well aware of how Solomon was at this point. Satan shot Solomon a curious glance, but let it go. Solomon likely wasn’t concerned given he didn’t need to rush in making Lucifer like him. Though Satan doubted he’d ever win Lucifer over enough to agree to that.

“Judging from how Beel was talking, Lucifer is already growing fond of the human. Preta took a liking to her yesterday too. I wouldn’t be surprised if they tried to befriend her.”

“We may need to give Cass a bit of a warning. We were already joking about Beel eating her, but Preta is a whole different story. Given Lucifer’s added a new favorite person to his list along with Mammon, he wouldn’t take to kindly to her being eaten.”

Solomon pocketed the pack of cards as Satan took his seat and the final bell rung. They were in for a much more interesting semester than any of them had expected when Cass was first chosen. Hopefully it continued to be positive surprises.

---

“Never trust a demon.”

Cass kept thinking about Luke’s warning. When Luke had left the classroom, the calming aura he and Simeon had lingered. She wanted to hold them at arm’s length. Being angels didn’t make her immediately trust them. Both of them had a sincerity about them that made it hard not to though.

It reminded her of Lilith. Just like Lilith, Luke’s warning held some hidden knowledge that he wasn’t willing to share. She didn’t need his warning though. She didn’t need to know his reasoning behind it. She already distrusted Lucifer. Unlike his brothers, it always felt like he was playing a game, never revealing his hand even though everyone else’s cards were showing. Lucifer had a hidden card up his sleeve that he wasn’t sharing with his family.

A soft voice echoed through the room, startling her. Lilith was nowhere to be seen. Though Cass wouldn’t put it past the ghost to pull a prank, the voice was unfamiliar. She stood on her bed, trying to get closer to the vent.

“Someone, please, help me.”

The voice was just as faint. She could barely make on the words. Why was there someone calling for help? Was it another ghost that nobody could hear? Or was it something all the brothers were aware of and just learned to ignore? Well, she couldn’t sleep anyways.

Cass walked through the halls on her toes, praying to whatever higher power might be listening that she didn’t wake any of the brothers. She paused every so often to check that she could still hear the voice, letting it guide her towards the source.

When the voice was at its loudest, she realized the path was a dead end. She wasn’t even sure what part of the house she was in. She stood in a short hall that ended with a window. There was a large family portrait hanging on one wall, opposite was the only door. It wasn’t unlocked but it was only a closet for storage.

“Help! Please!”

“I’m trying,” Cass whispered, not sure if they could even hear her. “Maybe there’s another hall I missed?” She closed the closet door, ready to backtrack when Lilith appeared beside the family portrait. “About time you showed up. Want to give me a hint to how to find the person in the vents?”

Lilith laughed, tapping the edge of the painting. Cass gave her a skeptical look before inspecting the frame. No fucking way. She pushed the painting to the side revealing an indent from a hidden door. Of course, this creepy house would have hidden doors and secret passageways.

Luckily the picture was light despite the size. Cass pressed on the door, not sure how it opened. There was a click and the door swung backwards, revealing a small room with a stone, spiral staircase with an iron railing. Cass’s jaw dropped staring up into the darkness.

Before she could even take a step, a gloved hand wrapped around her wrist, and pulled her back. She suppressed a surprise scream. Lucifer’s ruby eyes glistened in the dark. A smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. It seemed he was just as surprised as Cass to find someone in the room.

“This is no place for humans, you need to go back to your room.” He stepped around her, blocking the way to the stairs. Lilith lounged on the stairs behind him, rolling her eyes at his warning.

“Okay,” Cass said.

Lucifer took a step towards her, expecting to follow her out. Before she second guessed herself, she rushed under his outstretched arm, towards the stairs. Within a second, Lucifer had pulled her back, wrapping his arms around her, constricting her movement. His breath ghosting over her ear as he chuckled softly.

“You are quite brazen. You do know that don’t you?”

“I figured at least saying the answer you wanted would help you save face,” Cass answered, failing to escape his grasp.

“I’m not giving you a choice, Cass. Go back to your room if you value your life. This is the Devildom after all, you need to follow certain rules to ensure your safety.” He let Cass go without warning, causing her to stumble out of the room. She turned around in time to see the door close behind her.

“What are you hiding, Lucifer?” She whispered, staring at the door.

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I came running when I saw requests open. I know that this is a total long shot, so ignore it if it’s too much or too long of an ask:

Can I request HCs for the brothers and extras (maybe separate posts?) for celebrating the holidays with their s/o? Can be all x reader or each individual x reader, whatever you’d like. No limits on imagination or creativity. Bonus points for holiday party gifts giving and receiving for them, too! Love your content!

Okay, so I was going to try to knock them all out in one post but then things occurred, and +4k words (and a lot of time) later, I realized nope I better not. But since some of the holidays have already started, I thought I should try to get something up soon. So I'm starting with a few general headcanons and the demon brothers. I'll try to get the others up soon, though.

Celebrating the holidays/New Year headcanons (general + the demon brothers)

(Suggestive)

Word Count: +4,800

General headcanons

They would all agree to throw a party together – in part because most of them love their little friends and family parties, especially during holidays. They’re also too stubborn and affectionate to give you up for a holiday, so a big party is a decent compromise. (Because if Solomon steals you for the holidays, the brothers will throw a fit and sulk, Luke will be sad, and Lucifer, Simeon, and Diavolo will – separately – find ways to interrupt. If the brothers keep you to themselves, the others will find a way to intrude. Diavolo would have better luck convincing Barbatos to bake him a rat-shaped cake than prying you from Lucifer’s grasp on a holiday. Thirteen could hide you in her cave for a while, but Solomon and Barbatos could probably find you before the day was over.)

Thirteen and Mephisto are the most likely to either not get invited (rude) or just not show up to a big party. Then again, Thirteen is so smitten by you that she’d probably invite herself just to see you. I’ll put a bit more on that in their respective sections.

If you celebrate a particular holiday, they’ll try to celebrate that with you. If not, they might celebrate a secular Christmas or just throw a New Year / New Year’s Eve party.

A lot of effort goes into the big party, especially if you have specific customs that you celebrated in the human world. They will probably ask about it a month in advance (right after October, usually) so they can start scheming planning.

Satan, Belphie, and Solomon are usually in charge of research on customs and traditions – not that Solomon needs to do much research.

By the time they get you involved, they would already have some ideas in mind. Unless you seem to love planning parties, they want to do most of the work. You deal with their shit all year; they want to put in most of the effort as the year comes to an end and give you the chance to rest.

Lucifer

Considers it his job to make sure no matter what happens, the holidays aren’t too stressful for you (yelling at everyone and reigning in their stupidity to the best of his abilities). If he so much as senses your stress levels increase, someone is getting strung up, and you’re getting a few hours of spoiling until you feel better.

He wants alone time with you, so if he can manage it, he’ll sneak in a date with you before and after the holidays. It might be something small like eating a meal alone or taking a walk and admiring the way the Devildom settles into winter.

Lucifer wants to be the last person you go on a date with this year and the first person you date next year. He knows it’s selfish, but if you get a bit of Demonus in him, he’ll admit to his selfish desire, face flushed pink and eyes soft with adoration the whole time.

Definitely tries to get you alone during the party for a few minutes. There’s about a 40% chance he ends up drunk before the party is over. If he’s sober and conscious after everyone but Diavolo and Barbatos falls asleep, he’ll try to put the moves on you. (Those two can watch or join or try to compete; he doesn’t care. Although, if he’s tipsy enough, he’ll flirt with you and kiss you in front of Solomon and Mephisto, too.)

If it’s a New Year’s Eve party, he will drag you somewhere secluded before midnight to steal your kiss. Similar to the date thing, he wants to be your first and last kiss of the year.

Gifts – giving: Lucifer always gets you alone before giving you gifts. He likes to give practical gifts for holidays that make you think of him often, but they’re usually high-end and tailored to your interests. If you like studying or journaling or drawing, he’d give you an extravagant hand-bound notebook or enchanted pens or pencils. He might also give you some kind of jewelry – usually something that could be worn on your wrists (not at all because he feels like he’s binding you to him by doing that. No. Never.). But he’s so extra about it. He’d insist upon putting it on for you right then and there. He’d kiss your wrist before he did. And his annoying ass would definitely get you a watch and then look up at you flirtatiously to say, “Now you have no excuse to keep me waiting, my dear.”

Gifts – receiving: He’s such a pain to shop for because if you ask him what he wants, he’ll just tell you, “I want you – all to myself.” Sir, shut the fuck up. However, he loves anything you give him, so it works out. If you can get him a rare cursed record or bottle of Demonus, he’ll be overjoyed, especially if you enjoy them with him. He also appreciates special coffee beans/grounds, clothing/accessories (especially matching ones so he can show off), and anything you made by hand. As long as he can tell that you thought about him, he’ll be pleased (probably so pleased that he’ll have to resist the temptation to pounce on you right then and there).

Mammon

He will be glued to your side whenever possible. Mammon gets so excited about the holidays and the party that he’s all smiles – or maybe that’s just because he’s next to you. He considers it his job to keep you happy and bring you cheer.

Ropes you into decorating the House of Lamentation with him. Definitely helps you reach the higher locations by changing into his demon form and holding you while you decorate. “Couldn’t you just fly up here and do this yourself?” “Shuddup. I don’t wanna do it. You’re better at puttin’ this stuff up. And maybe I just wanna hold ya, so there. Now keep goin’ or the Great Mammon’s gonna drop ya.” “You wouldn’t dare!” “Yeah, yeah. I know. Just shuddup and stop teasin’ me.”

He tells you that he needs your help doing some holiday shopping, and that the deals at the end of the year are too good to miss. It’s an excuse to take you on a date, but it’s also a good way for him to keep an eye on you and see if anything sparks your interest while you’re out shopping together. He’ll go back and buy it for you later when you’re not paying attention.

Gets drunk at the party – mostly because Diavolo and Mephisto brought the good Demonus, so he can’t possibly pass it up. He’ll keep a close eye on you during the whole party (for as long as he’s sober enough).

Definitely tries to make out with you in some quiet room where no one will find you for a few minutes. You’ll probably get caught, and Mammon will get yelled at and called scum.

Stays up pretty late because he just wants to be around you, but between the Demonus and all the dancing he ropes you into, he’ll be exhausted and sleep until noon.

Gifts – giving: Gives you something stylish you can wear (that just so happens to match with something he bought for himself). He’s especially fond of giving you necklaces, jackets, or glasses – something that isn’t as easy to hide. He wants you to wear it with pride. If he gets you any kind of jewelry, he’ll get it engraved with something sickeningly sweet. “my most precious treasure” / “you shine brighter than gold” / “your smile is priceless.” Mammon also makes it a point to give you gifts alone because he’s embarrassed – and because he wants a kiss as a thank you.

Gifts – receiving: He makes a big fuss about wanting the newest products from high-end fashion brands or just cold, hard Grimm, and that’s true, he does want those things, but he’s also incredibly soft for you. As long as you give him something thoughtful, he’ll be fine if it isn’t expensive. He loves getting accessories that he can wear around his neck or wrists (yes, for the reason you’re thinking. It makes him feel like he belongs to you – which obviously means you belong to him, too.) Additionally, as long as you give him his gift in private, Mammon will be extremely pleased if you give him kinky items (collars, cuffs, and any sex toys that you promise to use on him). He likes being reminded that you think about him in that way.

Leviathan

He tries to get you to binge watch holiday specials for his favorite anime with him more than once. He’ll even try to entice you with a sleepover including all your favorite snacks and seasonal drinks. Spending time with you makes him feel better about being an otaku during the holiday season. When he isn’t around you or the others during the party prep stages, he feels anxious and mopey.

If you ask him out on a date around the holidays, he will freak out and turn a bright shade of pink, fanning his cheeks with his hands (dual purpose stimming). Take him somewhere nice and romantic, hold his hand, maybe even kiss his cheek in public, and he will melt quicker than snow next to a fire.

He probably drinks the most if no one regulates him because he’s anxious about having to be social all day and whether or not you’re having fun or if you’re going to like the gift he got for you. He still enjoys himself, though. He’ll rope a few people (at least Luke and Diavolo) into singing karaoke with him, and he’ll get a few more to play games with him.

Retires relatively early because all the socializing drained him. There’s a good chance he calls it a night and forgets to exchange gifts with you. He freaks out when he wakes up and apologizes profusely after he hunts you down finds you and finally hands you your gift.

Gifts – giving: He finds it so much easier to get gifts for someone who loves anime and manga. Nonetheless, he’ll probably try to track down something related to a show, book, game, or idol you like (any media interests, basically). He’ll get you a signed first edition print of a book you love, a commissioned art piece from one of your favorite artists (possibly of you and him), a high-quality, custom-made figure of your fav character wearing that outfit you love, or VIP tickets to a concert for that musician you like – usually one of a kind or hard to obtain items.

Gifts – receiving: He’d be delighted with the same types of gifts that he would try to get for you – but for his favorites. If you have any artistic/musical talents, he’d also be overjoyed with fan art made by you or covers sung by you. If you can voice act and you record an audio as one of his favorites, he will emotionally implode (especially if it’s suggestive or NSFW). Levi would also be happy with fabric he can use to make cosplay or outfit pieces he can use in cosplay. Like Mammon, he’d also be delighted to get kinky stuff from you (but he’d prefer stuff like lingerie, collars, and harnesses). He’ll turn bright red if you do that, but the embarrassment is kind of a turn on for him.

Satan

He will ask you out on a (cat) café date at some point near the end of the year. He understands it’s a busy time for you, so he’ll only ask you to spare one day where he can enjoy a few seasonal menu items (like peppermint hot chocolate with cute peppermint mocha whipped cream in the shape of a cat), take a stroll in the brisk winter air while holding hands, and curl up in his room reading a good book with you (and yes, that includes cuddling and maybe a little make out session). As long as he gets his one date, he’ll be content.

He finds holidays stressful, and decorating with all of his brothers gets incredibly annoying (loud, overstimulating), so if he can do something where he only has to deal with one or two people (or even better, just you), he’ll try to help that way instead. Satan is pretty good at delegating, organizing the tasks, and tracking the budget, though.

Satan looks forward to the party in part because he, Belphie, and Mephisto have a bunch of tricks planned for Lucifer. Will any of them be successful and effectively annoying? Probably not. But there’s a chance that Lucifer might slip up and get embarrassed by one of them, and that’s good enough. Satan will get annoyed if Lucifer doesn’t fall for any of them, so Lucifer might just let it happen. If not, you’ll have to bring him a drink and cheer him up.

He cherishes the chance to dance with you during the party, but he’s even more pleased when he inevitably sneaks off somewhere quiet with you. He makes sure you don’t get caught, though, and he returns you to the party within a half an hour in almost the same state you left in.

Absolutely wants to be your first kiss of the new year and has the common sense to ask you to save your first kiss for him beforehand.

Gifts – giving: Satan is the type to have most of his gifts ready in advance. He cannot deal with the stress of trying to find multiple last-minute gifts without demolishing a wall. Moreover, he thinks about others (especially you) more than he wants to admit, so if he sees something you’ll like he just gets it. He could hide 3 dead bodies in his mess of books if not for the smell; he’d have no trouble hiding presents. Besides, no one is going to try to snoop around in his room. He likes to give you books that suit your interests because he feels like he’s also sharing part of himself with you when he does. They’re usually rare editions or custom hand-bound versions. He can find you an amazing book on anything you have an interest in. Satan might also pull some strings and get you something more exclusive – products that haven’t hit the market yet that you seemed interested in or two tickets/vouchers for a novel experience. The vouchers would probably be for something that could serve as a date later like a traveling exhibit or a movie screening. Whatever it is, though, he’d make sure it’s something he thinks you’d enjoy. If it’s a book or product, he’ll have no problem giving your gift to you in front of others, but if it’s tickets/vouchers, he’ll give it to you in secret. He doesn’t want anyone trying to tag along or make a fuss over it.

Gifts – receiving: You can never have too many books. Giving him obscure or rare books (especially human world books that he never would have known about) is a great idea. He’ll be so thrilled that he’ll offer to read the book to you. Cat-themed gifts are also an option: matching cat-shaped accessories, a photo album of all the cats he’s spotted in the Devildom, reservations to a cat café, etc. He’s really easy to please. Honestly, you could put on cat ears/a cat onesie or use magic to turn yourself into a cat for a day and let him cuddle you, and he’d be the happiest demon in the Devildom.

Asmodeus

As much as he hates how much the winter air dries out his skin, he’s a bundle of cheer during the holidays. The decorations, the snow, seasonal food and drinks, adorable cozy outfits – it’s so Devilgramable. He feels like it’s his job to make you happy as the year comes to an end.

Asmo will be attached to you almost as much as Mammon. For everyone’s sake, please don’t let him find out about the mistletoe tradition. He’ll be carrying one around in a bag all month so he can steal kisses from everyone (no one will be safe) – especially you. Even if you manage to hide that information from him, Asmo will use the cold winter air as an excuse to hold your hand, hug you, and cuddle with you whenever he wants. He’ll probably get yelled at a few times for not keeping his hands to himself (mostly by his brothers, but Simeon and Solomon might suggest he needs to respect your personal space, too).

His desire for attention is about the same, so he doesn’t ask you out any more often than he usually does. Unfortunately (or fortunately), that’s still a lot. Every few days, he’ll ask you to go out with him to try some kind of seasonal drink or food or to shop. “Aw, hun. If you can’t go out, you can at least spare a few minutes to make out and warm me up a little, right? You know you want to kiss me~”

Asmo will happily help decorate – as long as he can avoid more physical tasks. He would definitely have holiday-themed nails, and he’s not about to ruin those. Luckily, he can get away with making design decisions or doing floral arrangements. He’ll pawn the heavy labor off on Beel.

If you let him, he’ll get you all dolled up and do your makeup for the party. “You’ll look so gorgeous, no one will be able to take their eyes off you.”

He’ll be lively during the party, dancing and playing games with you and the others. He might get a bit tipsy, but he’s pretty lucid all night. He’ll still be sober when he’s fawning over Solomon, Barbatos, Thirteen, and Diavolo – mostly the former two. You’re still his number one, but he wants to see if he can convince any of those four to dance with him or give him a kiss for the sake of the holidays.

At a New Year party, if he could find you, he would absolutely kiss you when the clock strikes midnight. He wouldn’t even bother to get you alone.

Gifts – giving: He’ll most likely give you high quality clothes or accessories. They’ll probably be items that he worked on himself or that he modeled. Asmo would take care to ensure that they fit you perfectly and that you’ll be comfortable in whatever he gets you. More likely than not, he would give it to you while he helps you get ready. It would probably be something you could wear to the party. If it’s clothes, he would insist that you model it for him first. “I need to take in your beauty before anyone else can see how amazing you look.” (He would definitely use that as an excuse to praise you and would probably try to get you off before the party started and someone came looking for you). If it’s jewelry, he would insist upon putting it on for you. Asmo would leave kisses on your skin between whispered words of praise. “This suits you perfectly. You’re lovely. I can’t take my eyes off you.” As a half-joke, he might give you kinky gifts and/or sex toys. With a giggle, he would tell you how excited he was to try it out with you. Also as a half-joke (in addition to a tangible present), Asmo would offer himself up to you. He wouldn’t be immediately prepared if you agreed, though. In fact, he’d probably be pleasantly surprised by your boldness.

Gifts – receiving: Asmo gets a lot of gifts from so many fans, so the most important things when considering gifts for him are time, effort, and thought. Handmade or custom gifts are ideal. He just wants to know that you were thinking of him – and only him – the entire time. I feel like he would adore a handmade or custom ordered collar or harness, but he would also love something like a handmade bouquet of paper/fabric flowers if it’s done well or a custom perfume. The other gift that would melt his heart would be your time. Get him spa vouchers and have a spa day with him, plan an entire date and spoil him, or offer to be his maid/butler for a full day (extra points if you dress up for him). More than anything, he wants you.

Beelzebub

Beel gets so excited to try all the limited-time and seasonal foods near the end of the year, and, of course, he’s even more excited to eat them with you. So, surprisingly, he manages to squeeze a lot of dates in around the holidays. He’ll invite you to some café or restaurant – anywhere that sells food and drinks – almost every other day. However, Beel isn’t as selfish with your time, so he doesn’t mind if the others tag along – especially Belphie and Luke. If he really wants you to himself, he’ll invite you when no one else is around and tell you to keep it a secret.

He makes a long list of food and drinks that he wants Luke, Simeon, and Barbatos to make for the party – not that they need it, but they’ll take a look, nonetheless. They use him to taste test all their food. Other than that, he helps decorate, bring in ingredients, and carry things while the others shop. If it involves manual labor, Beel is happy to help. He wants the party to go well so it will make you and his brothers (and the others) happy.

Spends most of the party snacking and playing games. He’ll drink the one glass of Demonus that gets served to him to toast with. Otherwise, he’ll only consume alcohol if it’s put in a particularly delicious looking drink.

Lets you sit on his lap while playing games – even if the others complain about it. As long as you want to, he doesn’t mind. In fact, he’d be delighted if you chose to sit on him when given a multitude of other options (including an actual chair). How adorable would he be just wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder?

At some point in the party, when he’s temporarily satiated his hunger, he’ll try to get you alone for a bit. He’ll ask you to take a short walk or just get some air with him. He wants to be somewhere quieter with you. Besides, if you’re outside and it’s cold, that’s a perfect excuse for him to hold your hand or pull you in close. If he’s feeling bold, he might try to kiss you.

Gifts – giving: He (almost) always has food on his mind, so his first instinct is to give you food as a present. Things like seasonal candies and drink mixes are the most likely contenders. Beel would buy multiples of whatever he bought you for himself. That way he won’t be as tempted to eat your present. Additionally, that means he can try the food or drinks with you. He loves the experience of eating with you and seeing your face light up when you try something delicious. Therefore, another present he might offer would be tickets for a restaurant tour or food-based fair. You could go with him and sample amazing food until you’re too full to move – if you want.

Gifts – receiving: Obviously, getting him food is the easiest option, but you should make sure you put some more effort and thought into it. Seasonal and limited-time options are great, but he would appreciate a more personal touch. Instead, if you can cook, you could do something like schedule a date to prepare a homemade full-course meal just for Beel, making whatever food he requested. You could also make him a huge box of assorted sweets – chocolates, cookies, pastries, etc. He’d appreciate how much time you spent. If you tell him that you thought of him the whole time, he would melt on the spot. Beel would also be happy to get tickets for food tours or fairs – as long as you, and maybe Belphie, can go with him. Outside of food-related gifts, Beel isn’t opposed to getting clothes from you, especially if you buy something that matches with an item you own. You could get him jewelry, so long as it’ll be okay coming in contact with heat and sweat. Since you gave it to him, he’s going to want to wear it often – including during his workouts. He’d prefer necklaces; it feels like he’s keeping you close to his heart that way.

Belphegor

Other than looking into human world traditions, he’s pretty useless in the party planning stages. He tends to fall asleep when he’s instructed to clean or decorate, so he doesn’t get much done. Although, I guess if you count setting up pranks on Lucifer as “helping out,” he’s a bit more useful.

He takes advantage of the cold weather as an excuse to cuddle and nap with you. “It’s too cold to sleep alone. You have to sleep with me, or I won’t rest as well.” He makes it a habit of trying to sleep with you as often as possible. Aside: he strikes me as one of those people with cold hands, and as winter approaches, he’ll use that to tease you. Belphie will slip his hands under your clothes or between your thighs to warm them up, and when you look at him, he’ll feign innocence. What a little shit.

If the planetarium or botanical gardens have a special exhibit, he’d ask you to go on a date there, but he’s not picky about whether it happens before or after the holidays – just promise to spend time alone with him.

He’s not that enthusiastic about the party, but if you seem excited, he’ll take some interest in it. He’ll stay awake long enough to dance with you, play a few games, and see if any of the pranks they set up for Lucifer succeed.

Drags you somewhere secluded during the party, claiming that he wants to take a nap and that you should help him fall asleep, but he’d much rather make out with you until he’s a blushing, panting mess. He can always take a nap after that. It’s a pretty obvious ruse since he will probably fall asleep a few times in the middle of the party with no assistance.

Regardless of when the party is, Belphie insists on sleeping with you the night before the holiday (if it’s a multi-day holiday, then at least the first day of it) and the night before the New Year. If the party is on the night before the holiday/New Year’s Eve, he either tells you to come find him when you’re tired or he’ll stay by your side the entire night. He wants to start the holiday/New Year perfectly, and that means waking up next to you – preferably in your arms. Especially for the New Year, he wants to be the last person you see at the end of the year and the first person you see at the beginning. If he can also be your last and first kiss of the year, he’d be pleased. (Also, if he has the energy, he wants to be the first person you fuck that year too).

Gifts – giving: Himself. Canonically, he’s already done this, but he just likes the idea of offering himself up to you and that you would want him more than anything else, so I could see him doing it again. If he feels compelled to give you an actual present, he’d probably get you matching pajamas. How jealous would the others be if they saw that he had not only crawled into your bed again, but he was also wearing the same pajamas as you? He would feel such a wicked joy from it. Belphie might also give you star-themed accessories, so you’ll always think of him whenever you put it on. For the same possessive reasons as some of his older brothers, Belphie would probably give you a necklace or bracelet.

Gifts – receiving: An alarm clock that actually works on him. Belphie is pretty easy to please as long as you show that you were thinking about him. He’ll gladly take comfortable bedding, pillows, or pajamas. You could also offer to give yourself to him. The only problem is that as much as he loves the idea of having you all to himself for a full day or two, he’ll complain about wanting to keep you as his for longer. “Aww, MC. I don’t want to give you up. Can’t you stay my servant for a few more days. I’ll treat you so well. Don’t you want to keep spoiling me?” He’s grateful, but he likes you doting on him too much. Additionally, he’s another one you could give kinky stuff to. Give him toys and promise to use them on him. Similarly, I feel like he would be delighted if you tied him up, wrapped a soft bow around him (wherever you please), and told him that his gift was going to be that you were going to “take care of him” for a full day. sorry

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