Okay but,

Mammon & MC being partners - the implication that they’ve been together longer than they’ve been with the crew and then the rest of the event actually showing that they arepartners;

Mammon finds a second map and shares it only with MC/is willing to share the second treasure only with MC

They’re both willing to go behind the others’ backs and work together

How easily MC tosses him a sword and moves to protect him. How easily he accepts it and cheers them on but also says that being protected would cramp his style and that they need to let him get the next one. Do they have a count? Do they keep track of who protects who or how many enemies they take down? That last line strongly implies they have a tally

How he questions Solomon’s orders but instantly follows MC’s orders despite not knowing what’s wrong

They washed up together so they probably tried to stay together when the ship went down

Him being absolutely worried about MC and MC pretending to be injured just to worry him. The way he falls for it but almost instantly realises they’re just being a dick

The way he phrases it, it’s implied that MC frequently gets in trouble and makes him worry

Were they there when he lost his eye? Does tossing a sword to him and moving to cover for him come so easily to them because they’ve learnt to help cover his blind side?

I’m frothing at the mouth. I need to know more about them

Okay okay so fantasy pirates right?

Hybrids and magic orbs and all that. But the brothers + MC all seem to be human.

They’re also not related like usual and are just a crew that Lucifer picked up.

So being human and not related chances are they’re over a wide range of ages closer to what their personalities are like.

Since they’re human, their ages would be counted like normal people so Satan would be the youngest,

Aka Lucifer being closer to his 40s & Satan being closer to 18 (or something to that effect)

So imagine when Satan says this:

Lucifer is still his father. But he doesn’t know and Lucifer probably knows but he’s too emotionally constipated to say it but it’s partially why he got Satan on to his crew

The Drama✨

No but seriously. Imagine how pissed he’d be! There’s so much potential here.

Why’d Lucifer leave? What’s the treasure? How pissed Satan would be to find out the father he seems to respect so much is Lucifer? Imposter Syndrome as he questions the reasons behind Lucifer letting him join the crew? Bitterness when he realises Lucifer had known all along?

Add to that the magic & fantasy elements and the implication that MC & Mammon were together prior to joining the crew and are willing to go behind the backs of the others to find their own treasure

That’s a show I’d watch in a heartbeat

Mammon & MC being partners (in crime) is my absolute favourite thing ever

’s one of those buy-one-get-one-free offers except one of them plots to rob you blind and the other’s a shameless enabler

The way it’s almost always Mammon who comes along as moral support

Mammon x F!Reader - NSFW 

WC:2K

Summary: Mammon and MC get roped into a photo shoot that gets a little bit spicy

TW: unprotected sex, creampie. semi-public, oral (F receiving)

A/N: AHHHH are you guys as hype for the OM anime??? VIP gets it this Friday and I am HYPE!! Can’t wait to see all my beautiful boys. Also, I’ve been writing this for like a month and finally finished it today since I forced myself to stay awake til it was over. I’m sleepy. I hope you enjoy. 

“Hurry up MC! These fashion types always get pissy when I’m late.” Mammon tugged your arm, dragging you behind him. 

“Calm down! We’ll be there on time.” You said, but sped up anyway. Mammon was dragging you along to one of his photo shoots. You had to admit you were a bit excited, though you were trying to play it cool. The ivory-haired demon was already super attractive, but these photoshoots made him look incredible. You may have had a couple of your favorite magazine covers and ads of him hidden in your room.

But he didn’t have to know that.

“I’m here. Let’s go!” Mammon yelled out as he slammed the door open. He lifted his shades and tossed his jacket onto a nearby chair.

“Ah Mammon! Fashionably late as always…ah, but who is this?” A glamorous looking older witch peered at you over her eyeglasses. She reached out and gripped your chin. turning your face to either side.

“Hey, hands off the human!” Mammon suddenly tugged you back behind him, much to the witches amusement. 

“A human? And so attractive at that…SCRAP THIS! I have a new vision! We are going to go BOLD, daring, sensual! Get them both into wardrobe!” she barked to two frazzled lesser demons, who pushed you and Mammon down a hallway. Mammon tightened his grip on your hand.

“Wha-Oi! Keep yer hands where I can see ‘em!” Mammon threatened one of the demons as they pulled off your jacket. Another frazzled demon came in and handed you each a garment bag, pushing you both towards two curtained off dressing rooms.

“Um, I’m not really a model.” You called out to nobody in particular.

Mammon sighed and you heard the rustling of fabric as he dressed. 

“It’s no use MC. Once she gets a vision, it’s gonna happen. Hurry up and get dressed.”

You unzipped the bag and your eyes widened at the little amount of fabric. You heard the witch yell out more directions in the distance and you pulled the dress on. 

Either she really gauged your size quickly or the outfit was charmed. because the dress fit like it was tailor made for you. The fabric hugged your curves and fell in all the right places. You looked in the mirror in front of you and gasped. The dress had cut outs along the sides and a keyhole cut, showing off ample cleavage. How the hell were you going to walk out of there in front of everyone in this?!

“Ya done, MC?” Mammon called out. You took another look at yourself before swallowing down your nerves and sliding on the attached heels.

“Uh…yeah.” You pulled back the curtain.

“Let’s g-” Mammon’s words trailed off as he glimpsed you in the revealing dress. Your face felt hot as you could see his eyes roam down your body, taking in each slit of the fabric and down your bare legs. Your hands wrapped around yourself.

“I look ridiculous Mammon! I can’t go out like this!” You whispered, unsuccessfully covering yourself with your arms. Mammon, who hadn’t closed his mouth since earlier, finally snapped back.

“Ya look…” he never finished the thought, because you both were being shoved back to the set by the pair of demons from before. 

“Ahh! Marvelous! This is going to be the TALK of Devilgram!” The witch clapped her hands together. She squinted and started positioning the two of you.

“Mammon, darling, wrap your hand on her waist, yes just like that. MC, is it? Turn your head to Mammon’s neck. A little closer…”

You were pressed against Mammon, your lips practically attached to the soft skin of his neck. You could smell his cologne and were hyper aware of his hand splayed on your hip. She adjusted you both slightly, arching your back more and repositioning Mammon’s arms. Finally she stepped back.

“Perfect! Now look into each other’s eyes.”

You looked up and met Mammon’s golden eyes. Maybe it was the cologne or the fact that you were tangled in his arms, but your heart raced as you stared into each other’s gaze. Flashbulbs went off around the two of you and you could vaguely hear the witch making orders to the photographer, but the two of you were consumed with each other.

“Your heart’s racin’ MC. Must be because you’re next to the Great Mammon after all.” He whispered, a grin threatening to spread on his face.

“Shut up, I’m fine.” You hissed through your teeth, though you could feel your skin heating up. Damn photo lights.

“I need something that will push this over the edge. Something…that exudes sexiness…” the witch muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Hey MC, ya trust me?” Mammon asked and you nodded, confused. One of his hands splayed on your lower back and he pressed his lips to the sensitive spot right below your ear. His hand pushed you close to him, arching your back and the flashbulbs went off rapidly.

“Perfect!! Sensual and daring! I can feel the animalistic ferality!” the witch cried out.

You were at a loss for words and your eyes closed as Mammon slipped his tongue out to lap at your skin.

“Shhh…” He breathed into your neck. From the outside, the two of you looked like professional models, albeit in a suggestive pose. Inside though, your heart was jackhammering in your chest as he nipped at your ear lobe. You felt something poke your thigh and looked down.

“Mammon! Are you…hard?”

“Ya think I could control myself when you look like that? Fuck MC…” the rest of his words were muffled as his breath tickled your neck and you tried to maintain your composure.  After what felt like an eternity, the director cut the shoot for the day.

“Great work Mammon, Y/N!” The witch barked out, turning to discuss something with the crewmates. Mammon ushered you towards your dressing rooms, but pulled you into a dark office in the back of the building.

Immediately, he latched himself to your neck, pressing kisses down the column of your throat.

“So fuckin’ hot MC. Fuck it took all I had to keep from fuckin’ ya right there.” He panted out as he bit hickeys onto the tops of your breasts. He tugged down the dress, causing it to rip open.

“Shit! Mammon, that was probably a million dollars!” You wailed, eyes widening.

He continued his assault on your chest, unfazed. “Fuck it. Shouldn’t have looked so fuckin’ good, babe.” His fingers ran down your skin, now freed from the dress and he squeezed at every inch of your curves. You shivered as his fingers trailed down your hips, pulling you closer to him. 

“Mammon, someone might see us! We can’t do –”

You lost your words as he continued to kiss down your tummy, feeling his warm breath inching closer to your heat. 

“Fuck…I wanted this so damn long. I wan’a taste every inch of ya, babe.” He whispered into your skin, tugging down your panties. Immediately, he buried his tongue inside you, lapping at your soaked folds. His painted nails dug into the flesh of your thighs, as he strained to explore every bit of you. Biting your lip, you tangled your fingers into his snow-white hair, gently tugging him closer into you. A low whine escaped his lips and the vibration had your body trembling.

“Fu-fuck Mammon…don’t stop, please…” Your words were strained as he slid his fingers across your skin and teased your entrance. The cool tiles on the wall pressed against your back as you gave into him, letting him devour you.

His tongue moved in a frenzy as he plunged two fingers inside you. Your vision blurred and your grip on his hair tightened, feeling as though if you didn’t hold on, you would float away in a euphoric rush. 

“That’s it babe…ya gonna cum for me? Cum in my mouth baby, lemme taste it.” Mammon panted as his fingers curled inside you, his lips enclosing around your clit. 

You cried out as you felt your body release on his lips. Groaning into your cunt, he slid his tongue up your folds, attempting to drink every drop from you. Your body twitched with sensitivity. 

“F-fuck…’s too much.” You panted out. He slowly pulled away, his dark skin glistening with your juices and looked up at you. His gleaming eyes met yours as he stood up and pulled you into a tender kiss. You could taste the sweet tang of yourself on his tongue as he pulled you impossibly close.

Finally breaking apart, you looked up at him with hazy eyes. The two of you looked drunk on lust and wordlessly you pulled at the buttons on his shirt as he undid his belt. Your fingertips traced the muscles on his chest, down his abdomen and you shivered at the hungry look he had on his face. You could see the tent in his boxers and he looked down at you, as if to ask you for consent. 

Nodding, you pushed down the waistband of his boxers, freeing his cock. A prominent ridge ran across, separating the tan shaft from the reddish tip. Precum glistened on the tip and you could feel your cunt clench at the idea of him inside you. 

Mammon, the normally blabbermouth brother, seemed lost for words. His cockiness was gone, replaced with a softness for you, the vulnerable side of him only you got to see. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him into another kiss.

“I want you so bad Mammon…please make love to me.” The words pressed into his neck like a fiery brand and he growled before lifting you onto the table and pushing himself into you. You hissed. Though he had prepped you, he was still thick and he slowed, searching your face for any discomfort. With a slight nod, your eyes fluttered as he bottomed out in you.

“You feel so good, my beautiful girl. Perfect baby…”, he whispered praises as he shallowly humped into you. You could feel the drag of his cock on your walls and you rocked to meet his thrusts. He had one hand on your lower back, the other propping the two of you up on the table and the feeling of being surrounded by him, as he gently fucked you on his cock had you gripping at his back muscles. 

“Yes…right there. Faster, ohh.” You breathed out as he plunged deeper into you, speeding up his rhythm at your request. The wood of the desk creaked and you knew if anyone was outside the door they would be able to tell exactly what the two of you were doing. But you were drunk on lust, dizzy in Mammon and he was infatuated with you, staring down at your heaving breasts as he pounded into you.

Your nails dig into his skin and his grip on you tightened as he pressed his lips to yours, swallowing your moans. You could feel the sweat plastering his hair to his skin and with every thrust, his body seemed to scream your name.

“Not gonna be able to…hold out much longer babe. You’re squeezin’ me so tight, fuck…”  He panted into your neck, licking at the salty skin and leaving soft bites. You could feel the coil in your belly tighten as your body began to tense up. Wrapping your legs around him, you forced him into you deeper. Whimpers fell from his mouth as you bit on his shoulder.

“Fuck, fuck Mammon, I’m–” You cried out as you gushed around his cock. With a few more thrusts, Mammon yelped and pulled you against him as he spilled his seed into you. You could feel his cock throb inside you and he let out a low groan as he slowly pulled out, the mixture of the two of you spilling onto the desk and your thighs.

Your body felt wobbly and he gently laid you back on the desk. Your eyes closed and soon you felt a cloth cleaning you.

“Mmm…you’re such a sweetheart when you wanna be…” you smiled before looking down at the demon. Your eyes widened.

“MAMMON ARE YOU USING THE MILLION DOLLAR DRESS AS A CUM RAG?!”

He shrugged.

“Looks like we’ll just have to book another gig to pay it back, babe.”

Mammon: Is it hot in here or is it just me?

MC: It’s you.

Mammon: W-What?!

MC: What?

HOL x Brownie pt. 10

Everyone’s favorite little troublemaker is back, only this time, he’s making trouble passively

Infernal Translations - Bad Words

When they were trying to figure out who taught MC to cuss in infernal, no one expected that.

wowie i did not expect to wake up to this!!! 1000 followers??? what????? (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

anywhore,in celebration of our incredible milestone,i have decided to host a little event!!!

i made a list of prompts for my lovely followers to choose from,so go ahead and send me a number and a character,and i will deliver!!! (i.e: 3 with lucifer and solomon)

ps. this also doubles as my continuation of kinktober that i never finished ( ‾ʖ̫‾)

✨smut prompts (for the 7 brothers +dateables!)✨

1)magic onahole

2)panty thief

3)edging

4)heat

5)aphrodisiac

6)oh no!! mc got cursed by a succubus!!

7)shibari

8)brat taming

9)thigh riding (woof woof bark)

10)dumbification

11)threesome

12)big/step brother au

13)breeding

14)marking

15)under the desk

16)voyeurism

17)bimbo!mc

18)crybaby!mc

19)drycaphillia

20)summoning au (where mc summons the brothers instead of going to the devildom)

30)camgirl!mc

31) virginity

!!promt list may update!!! send in fun ideas u guys have too,i’d love to add to the list!! (also plz like,,three corresponding prompts at a time plz (◕﹏◕✿))

thank u all so much for 1000 followers! ⊂◉‿◉つ

completed fics:

5,10 & 13- diavolo

2,-mammon

30-mammon

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ʀᴜʟᴇs

★ɪ ᴡᴏɴᴛ ʙᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ʟᴜᴋᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ғᴏʀsᴇᴀʙʟᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴀɢᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀsᴜʟ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ

★ɪ ᴡᴏɴᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ:ᴘᴇᴅᴏᴘʜɪʟʟɪᴀ ᴏʀ ɪɴᴄᴇsᴛ. ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ,ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪᴍ ɴᴀsᴛʏ ɪ sᴛᴇᴘ-ᴄᴇsᴛ ɪs ғɪɴᴇ

★ᴏғғ ʟɪᴍɪᴛs ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄs:sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ,sᴇʟғ ʜᴀʀᴍ,ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ,ᴀʙᴏʀᴛɪᴏɴ/ᴍɪssᴄᴀʀʀɪɢᴇ,ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴅɪsᴏʀᴅᴇʀs

★ᴋɪɴᴋs ɪ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴅᴏ: ᴀᴅʙʟ,ʀᴀᴄᴇᴘʟᴀʏ,ᴠᴏʀᴇ,sᴄᴀᴛ,ɴᴇᴄʀᴏᴘʜɪʟʟɪᴀ,ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴ

★ᴅᴜʙᴄᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴇʀsɪᴏɴ ɪs ғɪɴᴇ

★ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴊᴀᴍ!!! ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪ ᴡᴏɴᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ʏᴀɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

★ɪ ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ sᴜʙ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴅᴏᴍ!ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ

★ɪ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴅᴏ ᴀғᴀʙ ᴏʀ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs

ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀsᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏ ʀᴜʟᴇs ᴏʀ sᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏɪᴜ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ

Stuck…

Part1:mammon;leviathan

In which a spell gone wrong leaves poor m/c stuck in a wall…

cw: nsfw,minors dni. Slight dubcon,degradtion,one(1)spank

You weren’t very skilled when it came to magic. Sure,the ability had come somewhat naturally to you(you’re guessing it was because of your blood) but that didn’t mean you were any good at it.

You had told Solomon this multiple times as he handed you a quickly scribbled down spell in class,insisting that trying something like this would be near impossible. You already had a great deal of trouble with small spells,even with him helping you most of the time.

But he was persistent,assuring you that it was more than simple enough for you to cast on your own,and that it would really help you out in the long run.

So thats how you ended up in your current predicament.

He was right,the spell was relatively simple,a quick portal spell to help you move across short distances alot quicker.

Maybe you just drew the seal a little too small,you thought as you wiggled around,trying desperately to dislodge yourself from the hole that was wrapped tightly around your middle. “Or maybe it just closed too fast?”

You kept pondering what could have went wrong as you cursed yourself for drawing the magic circle so low on the wall. Your body was bent in an uncomfortable angle,bent at the waist with your feet just barely touching the ground.

You’re upper half was trapped staring at the piano in the music room,while your lower half was still back in your room,along with the spell you needed to get yourself out.

You wiggled around a little more before sighing. There was absolutely no way you were going to get out of this on your own.

You prepared yourself for the inevitable embarrassment as you mustered up the courage to yell out for help,but the sound of a doorknob wiggling abruptly stopped you.

Mammon

Mammon always loved this time of the day. Just after school,he knew his brothers would be too busy with homework or other stuff (like taking a a nap or raiding the fridge) to bother you,so that meant he had you all to himself!

He,of course didn’t care much if you were busy yourself,because you always indulged him regardless of whatever you had going on.

With a wide grin and a loud “hey hey hey” he swung open the door to your room,just barely stopping it from slamming into the wall (lest lucifer yell at him for slamming doors) before welcoming himself inside.

His eyes immediately went to the bed,expecting you to be huddled up there with school work or your DDD,but it was empty,much to his confusion.

“Ah! Mammon, is that you? Over here!” His eyes darted around the room in confusion as your muffled voice sounded out. He saw various pieces of chalk and a strange symbol scratched onto a piece of paper scattered on the floor,before his eyes finally landed on you.

Or rather your exposed bottom half.

Mammons eyes widened and his mouth went dry at the sight of your peach coloured panties only barely covering your ass.

Your skirt had completely ridden up,giving him the perfect view of your creamy tights rubbing together as you squirmed. He gulped as he felt his pants tighten at the sight,the sound of you pleading for his help falling on deaf ears.

“Mammon! A-are you listening? Can you please come to the music room with that spell on the ground? I-ah i cant get out.”

Mammon felt his cock twitch at the sounds you were making,biting his lip to suppress the groan what was threatening to escape his throat.

“Yeah yeah,gimme a sec.” He grunted,briefly looking behind him and shutting the door. He would much rather die than have any of his brothers see you like this. This was something only he was allowed to see.

Licking his lips, Mammon started walking towards you,stopping only inches away from your quivering legs. You wiggled a bit,sensing him behind you,suddenly feeling very aware of how close he was.

“T-the spell. Its over there on the ah!” You yelped as you felt a warm hand come to rest on your ass,thumb rubbing soft circles in your skin as a chuckle sounded out behind you.

once he gets over tue initial shock of seeing you in such a compromising position,he’d be so smug

this is a once in a lifetime opportunity right? His little M/C splayed out for him like this.

he’d start off by just rubbing you through your panties,taking in your little gasps and moans interrupting your protests.

but of course he wouldn’t keep teasing for long.

Mammon rubbed his skilled fingers over the growing wet spot on your panties,not missing the way your breath hitched as he pressed a little harder.

“M-mammon stop! Come on what if someone comes in?” He only grinned ,hooking his hingers into the waistband of your panties before slowly starting to pull them down.

“But look at how wet ya are M/C! What kinda demon would i be if i just left ya like this?” You could hear the smugness in his voice as he ran his fingertips over your wetness,soaking them thoroughly before pressing against your clit.

You couldn’t stop the moan from leaving your lips even if you wanted too,especially not with mammons skilled fingers moving to prod at your entrance.

“Awhh look at that! You’re dripping! So fuckin’ messy. Guess we dont need too much prep then huh?” He said slyly,suddenly pulling away from you.

In reality,he would have loved to keep teasing you till he had his fill,heck,he’d spend hours just eating you out right then and there if he could,but alas,the near painful strain of his hard cock in his jeans was becoming too much for him to handle.

You could only squirm as you heard him fiddle with his belt,trying very hard to get him to touch you again.

It wasn’t long before you felt the head of his cock pushing against you,only barely pushing inside your heat. He ran his tip over your folds,his precum mixing with your juices as he rubbed against your clit.

“Ma-mammon c’mon” you breathed out,again trying to push back against him

He scoffed,using his free hand to spread you open and watch as your hole clenched around nothing. “Just a second ago you were bout someone comin’ in,now you’re beggin for me? Doesn’t take much for you to turn into a messy lil whore huh?”

You could only whine at his harsh words,desperately struggling to move yourself backwards onto him. You’re movements were quickly stilled by a harsh slap to your ass,the sudden sting causing you to yelp.

“Be a good slut and stay still for me,then maybe I’ll give ya what you want”

Leviathan

Of course as soon as levi heard you were home from school he was going straight to your room.

He knew that if he wasn’t fast enough,Mammon would most likely steal your attention first and he couldn’t have that. He had already prepared a whole setup for the two of you to spend the afternoon gaming together,and he’d be damned if one of his brothers were to mess up his plans.

Levi practically sprinted to your room,excited to tell you about the new episode of your favourite sports anime that had just come out. Heck he was so excited that he was already ranting about it before opening the door.

“M/C you won’t BELIEVE how this season ended! They left us with a total cliffhanger! But on the bright side the two main characters finally-“

Levi fell silent as soon as he stepped into the room,the words dying in his throat as his eyes landed on the shape stuck in the wall.

“Levi? Oh thank goodness! My spell went wrong now im stuck. I told Solomon I couldn’t do it but he didn’t listen!. Could you maybe please…”

Leviathan couldn’t hear a single word you were saying,his attention solely fixed on the violet lace that just barely left anything to the imagination,perfectly showing off the shape of your ass.

Not only that,but you were still in your school uniform,which meant that your legs were still covered by your thigh high socks,the sight alone was enough to make Levi to throb.

Levi had many dreams similar to this before,so of course the next step would be obvious

He always made a point to read whatever lewd manga he could get his hands on,it was the only way he could obtain more dream scenarios.

Levi would not hesitate to start touching you right away,he’s been aching for this particular scene for so long after all.

“This can’t be real.” Levi gasped out,blinking hard asif to try and wake himself up. “Am i dreaming?” He muttered,slowly starting to walk closer to your form. “W-what? Hey c’mon Levi this is serious! I can’t get out!”

You squirmed a bit,causing your skirt to ride up higher and Levi couldn’t help but reach out to touch you.

You gasped at the feeling of his cold hand on your bare cheek,a dark blush spreading across your face. “This is like something straight out of a Doujin. This has to be a dream”

You heard Levi shuffle around behind you,your shameful excitement keeping you from saying anything. “Funny,I don’t remember falling asleep though”

Levi rubbed his large palm up your thigh,fingers only barely brushing against your heat. You prayed that he didn’t notice the subtle wet spot that was surely starting to form on your underwear by now. “Wow M/c.” You heard him groan,both of his hands coming up to firmly grip your ass,spreading your cheeks apart and watching your wetness stain the purple fabric.

“Even in my dreams,you’re so warm” you gasped softly at his actions,once again starting to squirm. “L-levi this isn’t a-Ah!”

Levi pressed his face into your crotch,inhaling deeply before sticking his tongue out to lap at your juices that soaked through. You heard him moan as he sucked on the fabric,the action causing you to press yourself closer to him.

He pulled away for a second,panting as he licked his lips. The flavour of you lingering on his tongue was enough to convince him that this was definitely not a dream,but stopping now when he was so far gone was definitely not an option anymore. Especially not with his cock straining against his underwear.

There was a short pause before Levi started pulling your panties down,his eyes following the long string of arousal that clung to the material.

You felt him shuffle behind you again,his hands leaving your ass and coming up to rest on your hips as soon as he pulled his sweats down,just enough to free his cock.

The sound you made was downright sinful as you felt him press against you,burying himself snuggly between your thighs.

“Wha-what are you doing?” You gasped out feeling shame wash over you as your wetness started dripping down your legs.

“Well,If this is a doujin,that means I’m the protagonist right? Obviously,Im just moving on to the next chapter”

Day 2: Jealousy

Mammon x Female! MC

Summary: Mammon’s brothers have a nasty habit of overstepping their boundaries when it comes to you,so he has to step in and remind them who’s you are.

⚠️Warnings: Smut,spanking,slight exhibitionism, slight name calling,slight degration,a virgins attempt at dirty talk,fingering

Kinktober masterlist

Enjoy!

Mammon was beyond frustrated. Not only did he have to spend the entire day fighting off his brothers constant advances towards you, but now he was forced to watch you gush about your new favorite book to Satan,the 4th oldest sitting a little too close to you for Mammon’s liking

it was bad enough that your own naive self failed to see the problem with any of it, like Asmo’s constant coddling,his hands getting too close you your ass on multiple occasions ,or Belphegor pressing his nose into your neck and ‘drifting off’,leaving his scent all over you by the time he ‘woke up’.

Not to mention the sly little smirks they would give him whenever he said something,almost as-if they were purposefully undermining his title as your boyfriend.

He had definitely had enough,and was dangerously close to his breaking point.

Sighing,he ran his fingers through his hair,his leg bouncing in annoyance as he watched Satan move to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. He had to bite his lip to stop himself from saying anything,opting for silently glaring at his brother.

Mammon tried his best to stop himself from lashing out, staying docile for your sake,not wanting to come off as too possessive. But when his brothers overstepped their boundaries,like Satan was doing at the moment by placing his hands on your thighs glancing over at Mammon with a wicked look in his eyes-oh hell no!

Mammon snapped up,his body reacting before he could think as he stormed over to where you were sitting,catching the attention of Beel,Asmo and Belphie who were sat at the other end of the common room.

He came to a stop in front of you,your innocent eyes peering up at him from your seated position. Satan gave him a sly smile,moving his hand from your thigh and placing it on his chest. “Something the matter brother?”

Mammon scoffed,glaring at his younger sibling,before turning to you,making a show of grabbing your face,his large fingers pinching your cheeks together as he leaned down,hot breath fanning your face.

“Listen up human! I’ve decided that I’ve givin’ my little brothers more than enough lenience for messin’ around with ya. I think its time they learned who ya really belong to”

You squeaked loudly as Mammon swiftly wrapped his arm around the back of your thighs,lifting you up off the couch and throwing you over his shoulder. He gave his brothers once last look as he made his way out of the room,smirking triumphantly at the mix of shock and annoyance on their faces.

You squirmed in Mammons hold as he stepped out into the hallway,mind still reeling with the shock of what just happened. You could tell that he was angry,his breath coming out ragged and his heart beating frantically against your palm that was pressed against his back.

“M-Mammon,where are we-“ you were cut off by a hard smack to your ass,causing you to let out something between a yelp and a moan,gripping the back of his jacket.

You heard him chuckle,rubbing soothing circles on your stinging cheek. “Quit squirmin’ would ya? I told ya human. I’m gonna show everyone is this damn house that you belong to ME. Maybe then they’ll learn to keep their filthy hands to themselves” he hissed the last part through his teeth.

Mammon came to a stop in front of the many broom closets in the house,this one conveniently right next to the common room.

“Perfect!” He said excitedly,and you could tell he was smirking by the tone of his voice. You started squirming again as he turned the doorknob in a feeble attempt to get him to put you down. Surely he wasn’t going to do this here,right?

“Mammon wait!” You whimpered,realizing that he chose this location solely for the reason that it was in earshot of his brothers.

He let out a curt “tch” giving your ass another quick slap before stepping into the closet. “I said Quit squirmin’,unless you want some real punishment”

You could tell his treat was serious,the tone of his voice along with the fresh new burning sensation on your bum making your movements still.

He smirked again,closing the closet door before unceremoniously lifting you off his shoulder and roughly pressing you against the hard wood.

You let out a small whine at the impact,clenching your eyes shut in pain. He held you up by your thighs,forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he pressed into you.

“Ya know human.” He started,grabbing your face again and angling it up to look at him. “You aren’t all innocent yourself”

You looked at him with teary eyes,small hands wrapping around his wrists in an attempt to lessen the pressure on your cheeks.

“Letting em put their hands all over you like that. Are you just desperate for attention? Is that it?” You shook your head frantically,averting your eyes,you’re face heating up in shame at his words.

He pressed into you harder,moving his face closer to yours. “It’s not like it matters anyway” he started,repositioning his hand. Before you could make a move to rub at your sore cheeks,Mammon shoved his middle and index fingers passed your lips,the pads of his fingers pressing into your tongue.

“It’s not like any of em will be able to make you feel as good as I do.” He shoved his fingers in deeper,and you could feel saliva starting to pool in your mouth as he triggered you gag reflex,your hands once again coming up to grap at his wrists

You could feel hot tears starting to gather in your eyes as he stared down at you,a wicked smirk playing on his lips. “Ain’t that right little human?”

Again,he pressed his fingers to the edge of your throat,another gag racking you body,this time sending excess saliva dripping down your chin.

He let out a deep laugh at the sight of tears spilling down your reddened cheeks,pulling his soaked fingers out of your mouth before slowly running them down the length of your neck.

“I’m the only one who can do this to you. The only one who knows what you like,how you want to be treated” you watched as he repositioned himself,letting out a loud gasp as he pressed his knee into you crotch.

You involuntarily bucked your hips,moaning at the delicious friction against your throbbing clit.

“Tch,look at you. I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already rubbing against me like a bitch in heat.” You whined again,another wave of shame making you move to hide your face,only for Mammon to wrap his hand around your throat in warning.

“Nuh-uh human. I want you to look me in the face while I make you cum.” He smirked,moving his still soaked fingers between your thighs ,trailing them over your clothed sex.

You let out a loud moan as he pressed onto your clit,making him laugh at your reaction “Thats it baby,moan for me” he grinned,fingers moving to push your panties to the side.

He watched you squirm as he gently moved his digits over your mound,purposely avoiding contact with your clit. You bucked again,trying desperately to get him to give you any form of relief.

“M-Mammon,please…”you whimpered trying to grind into his hand.

“Please what MC?” He asked leaning in closer to your face,brushing his lips against your drool covered ones. You let out a shaky breath as his fingers brushed over your entrance,gathering your juices before pressing them onto your clit.

“You gotta tell me what you want human” he whispered,his tongue darting out and swiping against your bottom lip.

You whimpered,leaning forward,trying to press your lips onto his,only to have him move away,a sly smirk playing on his lips.

“Your f-fingers” You choked out. “Hmm? What about my fingers?” Mammon asked,slowly rubbing small circles over your clit.

“I-inside!” You gasped,grabbing fistfuls of his jacket. “I want them inside,please!”

That was all it took for him to surge forward,pressing your lips together in a sloppy open mouthed kiss,his tongue making quick work of invading your mouth.

You felt his fingers move off your clit,not hesitating before shoving them knuckles deep into your hole,instantly starting to pump them in and out at a rapid pace.

You moaned loudly into his mouth,the sound accompanying the squelching noises as Mammon curled his fingers up into you,brushing against the little spongy spot near your entrance.

“Ya hear that baby? Huh? Ya hear all the lewd noises your sloppy little pussy is making?” He growled,sinking his teeth into your bottom lip.

Mammon chuckled darkly as you cried out,his brutal pace never faltering as he continued to rub at your sensitive spot,your pussy clenching around his fingers.

“You’re gripping me so tightly baby,practically sucking my fingers into that little hole . Ya gonna cum already?”

You nodded rapidly,legs twitching around his waist as he ground his hard cock into your thigh.

“Yeah? Do it then slut. Cum all over my fingers” he growled pressing the heel of his hand into your clit. The added friction was enough to send you spiraling over the edge, a loud moan slipping passed your lips.

Mammon smirked,pulling his fingers out of you just as your orgasm hit,making you desperately chase his hand with your hips. You let out a choked sob,your pussy rapidly clenching around nothing,as your ruined orgasm made you ache even more than before.

Mammon moved quickly,unzipping his jeans and pulling out his cock,the sight of his throbbing length making you moan again,still delirious from your short lived climax .

You watched in anticipation as he fisted his cock a few times,smearing your juices over his shaft. You barely registered when he hooked his hands under your knees,pushing them up over his shoulders,still pressing you into the door.

You looked up at him with half lidded eyes,drool and tears streaming down your face as you tried to grind into him.

He looked back down at you,his eyes dark with lust,his breath coming out ragged as he pressed the tip of his leaking cock against your entrance.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He asked lowly,moving to wrap his hand around your throat,squeezing slightly.

“Y-yours Mammon” you whimpered,still trying to sink down onto his cock.

He scoffed,using his free hand to land a hard smack on the side of your ass

“I said who’s pussy is this?” He growled, tightening his grip around your throat.

You let out another sob before repeating yourself,raising your voice. “It’s your pussy Mammon! A-all yours!” You yelled out,voice cracking slightly.

“Damn fucking straight it is” he smirked,before plunging his cock into you balls deep,not giving you any time to adjust to his girth before pulling out and repeatedly slamming back in with enough force to bruise.

“Fuck baby,you’re so tight” he moaned ,pulling back enough to watch his cock disappear inside you.

You’re mind went completely blank as you babbled loudly and incoherently,tears streaming down your face from the pleasure of his cock brushing against your still sensitive walls.

“That feel good baby?” Mammon laughed,taking in how your eyes rolled back,your tongue rolling lewdly out of your mouth. You only nodded,loud sobs and moans being the only noises coming out of your mouth.

“Thats it baby,let the whole damn Devildom know who’s making you feel this good. Let them hear how much of a slut you are for me and ONLY me” Mammon shifted his hips,angling his cock to hit your g-spot before picking up his pace.

“Mammon!” You yelled out,felling your pussy clench as your orgasm approached,gripping tightly onto Mammons jacket.

“Ohh fuck yes baby” he moaned digging his nails into your hips,the hand around your throat moving to rub quick circles on your clit

“Ya gonna cum baby? Ya gonna milk my cock with that little pussy? Hmm? Go ahead baby,cum for me”

You screamed loudly as your orgasm hit,your toes curling,fingers nearly tearing the fabric of Mammons jacket. Your pussy clenched rapidly making him slow his movements as he grunted,his hips twitching as he reached his own release.

You felt your body convulsing in another earth shattering climax as the first spurt of Mammons hot cum hit your cervix,making him curse loudly as he rutted into you.

“Thats it baby,milk my cock” he growled out as he filled you with his cum,the thick mixture of both your juices already starting to leak out of your hole.

Mammon’s hips slowed to a stop,his cock still twitching in the aftermath of his orgasm,as he buried his face in your shoulder.

He slowly lowered himself onto the floor,repositioning your legs so they sat on either side of him,careful not to pull his cock out of you yet.

He sat silently,rocking your shaking form back and forth and placing soft kisses onto the side of your neck as he waited for you to calm down.

“You’re such a good girl baby,always so good for me” he whispered into your hair rubbing soothing circles onto your back.

Once your heart beat slowed and your breathing returned back to normal ,you pulled away just enough to place a soft kiss onto Mammon’s lips,him eagerly returning the affection while running his fingers through your harr. You pulled back,resting your head on his chest,his heartbeat slowly lulling you to sleep.

Mammon sat staring at the door,laughing at the sounds of rapid movement and whispers coming from the other side.

He smirked,looking down at your sleepy form nuzzling into him,before pressing a lingering kiss on top of your head.

“I’m sure that got the message across”

redraw of a thing I did like a year ago bc mammon

Hi I love Mammon way too much

Easter Eggs & Adoption

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Hey! So Easter is coming up and I wanted to write something special!

Child MC has been in a lot of my asks lately, so I decided that that would be the right way to go!

**note~

So I made this a while back, but I finished writing it today.

Hoping it’s still Easter somewhere…

Anyways, I think this was my favourite fic to write yet! Check the bottom notes, as I clarify the relationships I was trying to convey there.

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All throughout the room there were sounds of eggs popping open and candy wrappers, and, not surprisingly, Lucifer’s complaints.

“I really don’t see why we’re doing this.”

“For the kid, dingus!”

Mammon has to bow his head to miss it colliding with Lucifer’s flailing arm. He doesn’t, however, miss Lucifer’s deathly glare.

“MC mentioned Easter to Luke, and they’ve been raving about it for weeks, Luci.” Simeon shakes his head with a fond smile.

Solomon speaks up, mouth full of chocolate. “Where are we gonna hide the eggs, anyways?”

Solomon glaces over his shoulder to Diavolo, whom is sitting on the floor surrounded by bags of candy and colourful eggs, Barbatos to his left. He then turns to the brothers.

There are only three armchairs in the room, taken up by Lucifer, Solomon and Simeon. Lucifer is surrounded by Asmo, Beel, Mammon, and Satan at his feet, all dutifully filling up eggs with little chatter. Levi and Belphie are off to the sides. They had originally planned to race—Levi was still trying to do so—but Belphie fell asleep in an oddly painful looking position on the stone floor.

Solomon is more so on an automan than an armchair, he must admit, facing towards the majority of the brothers and the fireplace, legs in a criss-crossed position and eggs around him.

Barbatos and Diavolo are, as said, behind the white-haired wizard on the rug. Diavolo seems completely content where he is, while Barbatos seems a little tense in that my-face-is-blank-so-you-totally-can’t-tell-what-I’m-feeling way. Which, Solomon totally can. He’s been around Barbatos enough to know his little anxious tics. Did it take nearly eight months to figure out? Yes. But still.

It seemed that the brothers and Diavolo—Diavolo especially—had been trying to get Barbatos to loosen up for nearly years. Telling him that he was more family than butler, asking for his opinion, offering him breaks. It seems that MC truly did the trick, getting Barbatos to speak up about the brother’s unfitting behavior of a child’s caretaker. Solomon is happy to see the guy protect someone so fiercely and actually speak up. The butler’s usual arrogant silence annoys the shit out of him.

“I was thinking my garden, perhaps?” Diavolo.

Solomon turns with a nod, shoving some more candy in a cheap plastic egg.

Diavolo goes to speak up again, at the same time as Barbatos, who grimaces as their voices collide. Diavolo tells the blue haired man to carry on with what he was saying.

“Ah, perhaps I could hide the eggs? I’m sure you would all like to relax and—”

“Darling, really.” It’s Asmo who speaks up this time, turning and setting his elbow on his knee. “You don’t have— y'know what? No. You’re not fucking doing this on your own. We’re hiding them too!”

Lucifer let’s out a warning, “Asmo, calm yourself.” As Barb turns to Diavolo, gouging his reaction. Diavolo smiles and nods.

Thats when they hear the scream, and turn to see you running in slamming the door behind you, putting your back to it.

“MC?” You turn to the speaker, Simeon, with a flushed face a wide smile.

“Mhmm?” You cock your head to the side, panting heavily.

That’s when Luke bursts in the door, almost slamming you into the wall. Though, Barbatos appears (as he does) to pull you out of the way of the door, holding you steady by your shoulders.

Luke is just as breathless as you, face an alarming shade of red, hair glued to his forehead with sweat.

He lunges forward, hand colliding with your shoulder almost violently, screaming joyfully, “you’re it, MC!”

At the declaration everyone breathes out a sigh of relief, for it was not a shove, but a game of tag.

Before a single being blinks, both children are scurrying out of the room at a rapid pace, giggling with joy. Simeon just shakes his head with a fond grin.

“MC is an orphan.” The whole of the room turns to Diavolo, confused at the sudden outburst with no context.

“Pardon?”

“If they perhaps… wanted to stay? I wouldn’t be against it.”

The topic weighs heavily on the room. There had been jokes, occasionally someone would make a comment. It was only now that it was brought upon them. Lucifer couldn’t help but think about it as if it were a bomb, waiting to blow.

“I’m all for it.” Belphie slurs sleepily from the corner. This pulls a giggle from Asmo’s chest.

Satan speaks up for the first time since the group had entered the library. “Perhaps… it is not the brightest idea.”

“Why the hell not?!” Comes Mammon’s voice, thick with anger.

“We really must think about this. If they were to stay in Purgatory Hall, or perhaps the Palace, I would not be against it. However… between Lucifer and I’s tempers, Beel’s… consumption rate, the incident with Belphie, Levi’s apathy, not to mention the fact that we are literal demons…. well, I simply do not think this would be the right… environment for them to grow old in.” Satan came out with this all slowly, his face sympathetic as to try and tamper down any offense he must have caused. As expected, the room is completely devoid of any noise.

Except Lucifer’s voice.

“You… hold in your temper well, Satan. We will all have to make adjustments, but… I do believe you would be an… adequate guardian, at the least.” It is the kindest thing that Lucifer has ever said to Satan. Or maybe the only kind thing that has been shared between the two (not counting the time you broke down crying over an argument they were having, which was quickly wrapped up in favor of awkwardly hugging one another and assuring you all was well).

The room is silent, but of course, Asmo has to point out everything remotely cute or sweet, and in silence Diavolo is about as awkward as an elongated goose trying to step inside a mouse hole.

“Aweee!!”

“You really do have to work on your temper, darling.” Diavolo laughs at the glare he receives from his boyfriend.

“Wait! Are we not going to talk about how cute that was? Now hug! Makeup—or makeout I don’t care—!”

“I could cut down on eating a bit! I don’t want MC to be hungry…”

Simeon just laughs, shooting Beel a comforting smile before gliding over to Asmo and setting a hand on the effeminate man’s shoulder, giving it a pat, and looking back to his larger red-head brother. “No one will begrudge you your food, Beel. We know it hurts.”

“Yeah, and there is plenty of food!”

“There really is! You’re OK, Beel!”

Soon enough Asmo is seated by Barbatos, leaning on his shoulder, whilst Simeon chats softly with Lucifer and Satan. Beel has moved to prop Belphie’s head in his lap, filling the eggs that Belphie had collected in a race to appease Levi. Mammon is leaning back against Lucifer’s legs, quiet for once, just listening, seemingly a peace. Though, he occasionally stuffs a chocolate in his mouth or pocket.

Solomon is still on the automan, filling eggs. He pauses every few moments to glance around the room. He never thought he would see this peace, this happiness, and yet here it is.

He cannot help it. He’s curious, and he turns to Diavolo, seeing the prince staring lovingly at his lifelong friend and butler. Solomon gazes at the uptight, fidgety man to find him, too, at peace, with Asmo at his side.

His gaze travels back to Diavolo, and they share a knowing look. Then, the Prince is stealing the little room left on the automan, and they’re filling eggs together. Diavolo does most of the talking, filling the space with warm noise that makes Solomon feel fuzzy and lightheaded.

Maybe, he dares to think, maybeI'll have a family.Maybe I already do.

But, one thing he knows for sure, is that you will.

Because it lays unsaid, but ultimately known. And in the air he can almost smell the warm (and slightly plastic-y) scent of Easter eggs and adoption.

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I feel like I need to clarify!

The only official relationship I show in here is DiaLuci, but there are hints of Barb x Asmo!

I have had trouble deciding how I wanted to write these characters for awhile now. It’s like I had the whole puzzle finished except I was missing on piece.

The was I was writing characters, mainly the Undateables, felt very OOC.

It was really fun to experiment with all the characters in one room and really develop their personalities in my eyes.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Wearing the Brother’s Jacket/Them Wearing your Hoodie

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<3

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Lucifer

Him Wearing your Hoodie:

• It would take a lot of work, to say the least.
• You didn’t really know how to go about it, and thought of asking Diavolo, or perhaps Barbatos. Though, going to the prince and his butler about getting your boyfriend to wear you hoodie seemed… unneeded.
• So, you just decided to try yourself.
• You left your hoodie on his desk, hoping he would get the hint, though he simply gave it back.
• Then you left it on the coat rack, then the bed, then his chair.
• You found it folded neatly on your bed every time.
• It was early in the morning. You were reading, half asleep and not so much reading as skimming along. Lucifer was resting on your stomach, arms wrapped around your waist. You ran your fingers through his hair, humming quietly.
• He broke the calm silence. “You’ve been forgetting your jacket a lot recently, are you feeling well?”
• “I was hoping you would wear it.”
• You glanced over your book to see his face steadily growing brighter. He looked almost longingly at your hoodie, sitting right where he had set it, folded precisely.
• “Oh.”
• “Yeah, you’re a bit oblivious, hun.”
• Now, whenever he is working alone in his room, he’s wearing one of your hoodies.

You wearing his jacket:

• Trust me, as soon as you two had been together for a bit, you would get his jacket.
• He can get easily jealous, but doesn’t show it too much. Instead, he gives you something of his.
• One of his jackets, a turtleneck, anything.
• You’ll always have something on hand.

Mammon

Him wearing your hoodie

• You were sitting with Mammon on your bed, trying to explain to him what was going on in class. Though, you quickly realized he wasn’t paying attention.
• He was staring at your hoodie.
• “Do you want to borrow it?”
• He flushed. “Nah, what makes ya think that?”
• Once you finally hand it to him, he gets really red, but he never takes it off.
• He doesn’t care if it’s not his style. He. Is. Wearing. It.

You wearing his jacket:

• He is going to take all your jackets and hoodie and you’re never going to see them again. So he decides that maybe you can borrow his.
• But it’s not like you look cute in it or anything!!!

Levi

Him wearing your hoodie:

• He loves wearing your hoodie, but doesn’t know how to ask for it. He’ll usually keep quiet about it and just look over at you while rubbing his arms/shivering.
• Once he has your hoodie, you’ll have to fight him to get it off him, even if it just needs to be washed.
• He loves it.

You wearing his jacket:

• He’s super jealous whenever some talks to you, so he always makes sure people know you’re his.
• His jacket is the most effective option.
• He’ll hand it to you with a flushed face, sputtering out excuses as to why he is handing you the jacket.

Asmo

Him wearing your hoodie:

• He would have no trouble asking for your hoodie.
• He might look up at you with puppy dog eyes before asking for your hoodie.
• He absolutely loves wearing your hoodie. It makes him feel safe and warm.

You wearing his jacket:

• He has tons of jackets to go with all of his outfits. He’ll usually match one of them to your outfit and let you wear it for a day.
• They always smell like roses and baby powder.

Satan

Him wearing your hoodie:

• This nerd loves wearing your hoodie, and enjoys the lack of teasing remarks he gets from his brothers compared to the many he gets with his usual jacket.
• He wears your hoodies when he’s reading and sometimes when he sleeps, if it’s cold.

You wearing his jacket:

• You actually put both arms in the jacket, and Lucifer makes a sly comment about. Satan decides to mention that Lucifer himself is not much better on the matter.

Beel

Him wearing your hoodie

• I mean, considering how fucking buff he is, your hoodie would have to be pretty large to fit over his shoulders.
• He would love your hoodie. Though he would feel super bad if he got any food on it. He loves how you smell.

You wearing his jacket

• You like his jacket? Nice. You’ll always have it wrapped around your shoulders.
• He loves seeing you in it. Plus, it’s super big and fluffy.

Belphie

Him wearing your hoodie

• Your hoodies are comfortable and warm; therefore he steals all of them.
• He’ll fucking sniff out your jackets and hoodies and will make a nest with them.

You wearing his jacket

• Nah, he’d rather not move to take it off. Just cuddle with him instead.

Brothers + Undateables: Christmas Activities

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Christmas Special

Oop, well here’s this.

Dunno what to refer to the previous Undateables now,,,,, uh

Enjoy!!

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Lucifer

• Celebrating… really anything has never been Lucifer’s forte. He doesn’t like crowds, loud noises, and his music taste is not matching that of who made the playlist for most, if not all of Diavolo’s balls.
• Though he put up with it, for one of maybe his only two friends.
• And then you came, and he started putting up with it gor you too.
• But standing here, in one of the lounging rooms in the palace with everyone… everyone important, at least, he finds that he’s enjoying himself.
• And if he suddenly seems a bit more interested in the cheery music coming from Mammon’s D.D.D. in the corner only because you start tapping your foot to the beat..? Well, no one will notice.
• Perhaps the awestruck low-level demons won’t the only good things about a party.
• Maybe you and his family— Barbatos, Diavolo and maybe even Simeon and his little pipsqueak included—were good too.
• Though the cheeky sorcerer was not included in the family. He’d pissed Lucifer off more times then necessary.
• You had too, but on well.
• Lucifer wasn’t much on PDA, but now, happy and not as anxious as he was before, he leans back into the cushions and slides his arm on top of the couch behind your head. He smiles as you lean back.
• You had forcefully pulled him out of bed this morning and thrown a, quite frankly, absolutely horrendous sweater at him. It was scary how fast he gave in.
• He was sorta glad he wore it though. Everyone else had a ugly sweater.
• He pulled you to the side, placing a chaste kiss against your forehead.
• He was enjoying him, strangely enough.

Mammon

• Shenanigans never end with Mammon.
• He tried, though. Saying that he would give his brothers a grace period on the prank for a bit.
• But, walking into the store to see all the Christmas decorations, and even better, loads of glitter… oh, the ideas were starting to well up in his head.
• He made stupid mistakes, no doubt. Mammon was emotional and clumsy, but not dumb. When he wanted to annoy his brothers, he would.
• So soon, a few cases of glitter were thrown in the basket, and you smirked at eachother.
• Soon you also had a few noise makers and cheap instruments you could fill with glitter and blow on.
• And of course, you could get a leaf blower from The House of Lamentation’s garden shed.
• Diavolo would be coming over Christmas eve, as he would be too busy on Christmas, so that’s when you planned to do it.
• You had turned the air conditioning off that night, standing on latter’s to shove as much glitter in the vents as you could.
• “What… are you doing”
• Mammon jumped, and you went to steady him on the latter.
• “What the fuck? Were ya tryin’ ta kill me?!”
• The blond brother just shook his head with a sigh. “Just tell me when you plan to… do whatever you’re planning to do. I want to be out by then.”
• You smiled and chirped out a quick, “alrighty! Night Satan! Get some sleep!” As he walked off.
• And soon it was Christmas eve.
• Everyone was there. The brothers, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, and Luke.
• Mammon was late, and only you knew why. Satan had already been given the signal to leave.
• Finally, after a few complaints about how hot it was, the AC kicked in, glitter tumbling out of the vents in clouds.
• Lucifer just stared up at the vents, eyes wide and mouth open. You threw your arms around the suddenly speechless man, letting out a rather loud and quite mischievous; “Merry Christmas!”
• Mammon snapped a photo.
• If Diavolo wasn’t there, you’d both be dead on the spot.

Levi

• He just wanted to sit inside and play videos games, read manga, and do all the things you do on a daily basis.
• Though, at one mention of the possibility of newvideo games, he was up-an-at'em.
• And soon, you were both at a store.
• While there were a lot of things he pointed out were things he wanted, occasionally he would stop and brush his fingers against a makeup palette. Tell you about how Asmo had hated it and how little pigment there was in it. About how Satan had wanted this specific book terribly, but he had it now, so there was no need to get it for him.
• He was rather good at picking out presents that would suit each of his brothers perfectly. Things that you would see but your eyes would travel over in your gift buying panic.
• A peacock feather quill and royal blue ink for Lucifer. Levi also threw in some chamomile tea, knowing of Lucifer’s sleep troubles.
• A simple gold stretchy bracelet that had a single little gem in one of the segments. Something comfortable, easy to match, and stylish. For mammon.
• A pack of clips and hair ties of multiple different colours with tiny charms on them for some extra flair. For the avatar of lust, of course.
• For Satan, a nonfiction book on cars, that, on the outside looked boring, but if you opened it, you would see it was riddled with information and puns.
• For Beel, not food, but a badminton set. Something he had apparently not played before, that Levi hoped he might like.
• And lastly, for his brother Belphie, a sherpa blanket and sherpa socks. Something warm and soft.
• Levi actually ended up enjoying Christmas, spending it with you, telling you stories about stupid things his brothers have done.
• And everyone enjoyed their gifts. Lucifer even cracked a smile, bringing Levi in for a— well it wouldn’t really be called a hug. More of pulling Levi a little too roughly into his chest and patting his back.
• Levi got tons of presents himself, but for once, he seemed a little more focused on the smiles on everyone’s faces then the gifts piled near him.

Asmo

• Asmo is always stressed this time of year. He loves his brothers, and takes on the responsibility of trying to get them the absolute best presents.
• This can land you with a very frazzled Asmo refusing to take a second to breathe as he does that angry mom walk across the store, leaning on the buggie.
• He honestly doesn’t know how he’s managed all the holiday celebrations before this one without you.
• After he full on breaks down after forgetting where a certain section in his favorite store is, you decide on a plan.
• Get bags and wrapping, then one brother at a time. If you don’t something that you think suits them, they go on a list to online shop for, or make something for.
• Levi was the easiest to buy for, so you started with him.
• You both slowly went down the list, walking around the store, hands intertwined.
• At one point you picked him up, letting his sit on your shoulders so see over the crowd, enjoying his giggles.
• Everyone did in fact enjoy their presents from the both of you.
• You received a present from Asmo, a baby pink heart locket with the date you both started dating engraved inside.
• He received a penguin onesie from you, of which he put on immediately.
• Everyone was happy, and to say Asmo was happy you were there was an understatement.
• Finally someone understood him.

Satan

• He just wanted to read.
• Or at least, that’s what he said, until you brought out the cat Christmas sweater. You could see the childish gleam in his eyes.
• He never really had grown up.
• Christmas shopping with Satan was… interesting, to say the least.
• He was constantly pointing out things and telling you about a part of a book he read, all while bouncing around with a smile on his face. Truly adorable.
• It was nice, though, his letting loose. Ranting about things and actually fucking relaxing.
• The childish energy seemed to stay, though. Him chattering through dinner about something.
• Asmo shot you odd looks, mouthing, “how?!” all throughout dinner.
• It was entertaining to say the least.
• Lucifer even asked you if you gave him alcohol.
• He seemed to calm down as time went on, just more smiley. Until Christmas day.
• You all sat around the tree, Diavolo actually managed to get some time to spend with you all.
• Satan was beside you, hiding his large smile in a scarf you had given him a while back.
• He truly seemed proud at the smiles that lit up on everyone’s faces when they opened the presents you both picked out. He held you hand and squeezed a couple times.
• He enjoyed his gifts, of course, but he seemed to like the happy vibe of the room. The smiles on people’s faces that totally turned the energy of the usually depressed and tense house around. He seemed to like the praise at the well thought out presents.
• He seemed really, truly happy.

Beel

• Beel had, surprisingly, thought out everyone’s presents extremely thoroughly. So thoroughly, in fact, that it was almost scary.
• He had actual fucking LISTS. Long lists. Naughty list long lists.
• Though, it seemed he knew exactly what he was doing.
• You had mentioned Christmas shopping to him around the first of December.
• His reply?
• “Oh yeah. I think I got that done in… November? Maybe October. I do need wrapping materials though.”
• This man.
• This hunk of an amazing hungry man.
• Had made lists miles long of what to get each person for Christmas and gotten all his Christmas shopping done almost two months early.
• So you found yourself in a store, getting wrapping paper and gift bags for Beel and getting presents for the boys.
• Why Neel being the only somewhat mentally stable brother and the only organized one surprised you, you had no idea. He also seemed like the only one that actually took care of himself, thank devildom for that.
• Christmas with him was fun.
• He reminded you of that centaur from Gravity Falls that kept flexing through his sweaters, though he didn’t get the reference.
• He enjoyed his gift from you, but enjoyed spending time with you most of all.

Belphie

• “What? Christmas?” He sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes, brows furrowed. “Christma— OH FUCK.”
• The usually less than active Belphie is soon dragging you through the doors of some store and grabbing a basket.
• He explains to you—avoiding hitting into people to the best of his abilities—that he had forgotten about Christmas. Apparently the decorations were no good hints.
• Though he cared about his brothers, no matter how much they could suck, and he was determined to get them presents.
• Though that ended up with his sleepily pointing out things while being pushed around in the basket.
• Soon you had the presents, and rushed home to wrap them.
• He actually chose some nice things for his brothers, even in the rush.
• And, he throughly enjoys the heat from the fireplace as he sleeps on your lap and ignores the company on Christmas day.

Diavolo

• You bet this bitch already has the presents for everyone ordered.
• Actually no, he doesn’t.
• “So, uh, what if we make them?”
• This clearly annoys Barbatos. You’re around him enough to see the slight tinge of his brow that shows that he’d rather Diavolo just do his damn work.
• Though, you don’t have to be around Barbatos often to see the surprise when Diavolo asks Barbtos to join the two of you.
• Soon you’re all sitting at a table. Barbtos is in more casual clothing as per Diavolo’s request.
• Diavolo has a large smile on his face, and Barbatos’s lips are quicker at the edges as he watches his young master.
• You all handwrite the letters and make little trinkets for each brother and the other guests.
• You have a lot of fun, and everyone seems rather pleased about the hand-made gifts.
• Either way, it was a Christmas to remember.
• And soon Diavolo is back to work, but not before bringing you somewhere private, placing a kiss against your forehead, pulling you into a hug and saying, “I finally feel like I have a family again.”

Barbatos

• Oh boy.
• Barbatos doesn’t want to wear the Christmas sweater, afraid it’s not formal enough.
• Doesn’t want to mess around, go Christmas shopping, relax.
• He’s running himself ragged for no reason except feeling the need to do something.
• Christmas in devildom can be quite calm, besides the crowds in stores and the heightening crime rate that brings in a little extra paperwork for Diavolo.
• But all important members of society’s visits that Barbatos is usually preparing for are postponed. Not happening.
• These import people are at home with their families.
• Barbatos has nothing to do, and he’s afraid he’s forgotten something.
• So he is now on break, sitting on your bed in The House of Lamentation, being waited on for the first time in years.
• “Kitten, I assure you, I can get i—”
• “Sit your old fucking ass down, I swear.”
• Barbatos slowly sits back down, eyes widening.
• “Listen. We are going to go downstairs and bake Christmas cookies. And if they’re not perfect, that’s fine. If they burn while we make out, that’s fine. But goshdarnit, dude, chill!”
• Barbatos reddens at that, and laughs a little too.
• “Alright, dear.” He replies, all too amused. He pulls you into a hug.
• When Diavolo and all of Purgatory hall come over, you and Barbatos’s badly decorated cookies are gone with minutes.
• And Barbatos was happy to find that the Christmas presents you helped him pick out for everybody were greatly appreciated.
• “Perhaps I should take breaks more often.”
• “Yeah, dumbass, your other boyfriend and I have been telling you that for months.”
• Cue the eyebrow raise.

Simeon

• Knows what everybody whats before they even write it down on their Christmas list.
• And already has it before then too.
• He is cheeky though, sneaking a little glitter into Lucifer’s gift bag, something sure to annoy the avatar of pride.
• You both spend Christmas mostly hanging out. Watching Christmas movies and talking about childhood memories.
• His are strange compared to yours, but he is an angel, so he grew up… rather different.
• You spend a lot of time with Luke as well, letting him sit on your lap as you tell him stories.
• You both have a lot of fun.
• And, of course, opening the presents are just as fun.
• Watching Lucifer open his, the man’s eyes darting to Mammoth before settling on Simeon.
• Simeon’s sheepish smile back, blinking innocently at the prideful demon across the room.
• Simeon had you at least half in his lap the entire time you were all together, setting his head on your shoulder.
• You all had a lot of fun, laughing and singing.
• Simeon loved this time of year.

Solomon

• This bastard didn’t take a single present seriously.
• He came in with that smirk and hands full of wrapping paper and you knew you were in trouble.
• And then you saw the dozen or so dick-in-a-box that you were sure came from Spencer’s. Did they have a Spencer’s in devildom?
• Of course you had to balance out his chaoticness, and got everyone actual presents.
• Your only worry was Luke, so you were sure to tell Simeon about what Solomon was doing, making up a signal so you could get Simeon to cover Luke’s eyes.
• Simeon just shook his head with a sigh.
• It was funny to watch everyone open the little gag gifts.
• Lucifer looked disgusted. Mammon turned red. Levi just scoffed. Almost wiggled his eyebrows at Solomon. Satan just raised an eyebrow. Beel gave him a hesitant thanks. Belphie just went back to sleep. Diavolo was scarily delighted with the present. Barbatos got so red he could have won a competition against the Christmas lights. And Simeon, Simeon didn’t even open it.
• And of course, Solomon was smirking the whole time.

MC: I like a guy who’s environmentally aware.

Mammon:

Mammon, points out the window: That’s a cloud!

Levi: Why are you sulking like a baby?

Mammon: MC left my text on read.

Mammon: And I am sulking like a MAN thank you

obeymefluff:

MC: Wow Mammon is so graceful and beautiful

Mammon: *trips on his own foot and falls onto the floor*

MC: Gorgeous

This could also apply to Levi! Just saying!

MC: Wow Mammon is so graceful and beautiful

Mammon: *trips on his own foot and falls onto the floor*

MC: Gorgeous

Incorrect Obey Me Quote #2

MC: I think I’m moronsexual.

Mammon: What? I thought you were MC, why didn’t you tell me? :(

Bunny Mammon never made it home, so to send him off on a proper note, my MC is lovingly bullying him.. as per usual.

I wish that was my real POV (that arm belongs to my mc)

I want sample of this..

Photo Credits: Tsang _fei

My favorite parts..