𝑚𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑

Mammon, remembering humans are so much younger than demons: I’m 1987 years old.

The clerk: ???

MC: ???

Levi: fuckin idiot lololol

Lucifer: Apologies. He meant he’s only 987.

Wooly Caricature

I feel like this request was made for me as someone who’s undiagnosed ADHD, so much of this came from my experiences! Also sorry this took like 300 years, I was busy being a gay blonde demon twink. ♥️

Lucifer

🦚 He’s a man who spent eons ironing his expressions, always steeling them into a flawless show of courtesy. Representing the Heavenly Father and eventually being one of the top dogs of the demon aristocracy will do that to a man. You are the exact opposite.

🦚 He let you sample some Devildom liquor once and he watched in real time how every part of your face just somehow folded in utter disgust, like baking dough. You looked like those petrified tree saplings. Faces aren’t supposed to do that. Then you started hacking and coughing so dramatically that he genuinely thought he fed you something that would kill you.

🦚 You are a problem in soirées with other nobles because even if you tried to like people, your face betrays you. You try to be as practiced as Lucifer or Satan when it comes to pleasantries but it’s really hard to believe when you stare like a fish, or side-eye like a bird. Lucifer usually has to swoop in and take over the conversation before it swerves in a bad direction.

🦚 Make no mistake, even when Lucifer thinks it’s dangerous for you to put your heart on your sleeve, he also finds it so utterly endearing that you’re upfront with how you feel. He gets so much boundless joy when he takes you somewhere nice and the food is so good, you start humming and flapping your hands. Even the restaurant staff thinks it’s refreshing how your delight is obvious on your face rather than the well-crafted pleasantries.

🦚 Lucifer is a big tease, so he likes to poke and prod— both verbally and physically— just to watch you huff and try to retaliate (or shy away, depends on you). He thinks it’s so cute to watch you whine and cuss him out, genuinely. When he does tease a bit too much, he knows he fucked up if you have 0 emotion on your face. Old boy steps on the emergency gas pedal and starts groveling and sweet-talking to restore equilibrium.

🦚 Once, after failing to convince him to let you stay in instead of attending Lord Diavolo’s party, you started referencing lines off of Les Miserables. You did so with such dramatic flair that Lucifer didn’t know whether to be impressed, amused, or astounded, given that it’s his favorite play/film— but he did quote the other character’s lines back. Okay, maybe you can stay in but only if you also agree to rewatch the thing with him.

🦚 This bastard basically has his own guide in his head on what to do and say to get the reactions he specifically wants to see. That said, the absence of your usual flair doesn’t go unnoticed either— and this usually prompts Lucifer to do a little check-in to see what’s upsetting his little lamb. Being the Avatar of Pride means excelling in how to be presentable every time, and knowing when to hide away when you don’t have the strength to. He’s always more than happy to whisk you away to his study if it reaches that point.

Mammon

🐦‍⬛ You guys are twin flames— in a sense you’re both equally animated, dramatic, and as a duo, you’ve most definitely set something on fire.

🐦‍⬛ Movie nights are a 50/50, because when Mammon screams, SO DO YOU! It doesn’t even have to be because you’re scared, just surprised! If you scream, SO DOES HE! His brothers think this is both fucking hilarious and annoying.

🐦‍⬛ The fights always, always turn into standoffs. Mammon uses his puppy eyes? Yours are better and he’s so astounded (offended, even!) So now he has to up and the ante. He starts monologuing on how he’s trying to be a better boyfriend. You turn on your heel, eyes tearing up. “It’s not enough!” There’s rain and piano music, and you’re both indoors. Lucifer finally starts yelling. “FOR HELLS’ SAKE IT WAS ONLY UNO! ENOUGH!”

🐦‍⬛ Every time he’s in disbelief, he pulls his shades down and looks over at you to see if you also just saw that shit. Your jaw is hanging open, you look over to do the same thing, clutching your imaginary pearls. It’s too much. You both NEED to vacate the premises IMMEDIATELY.

🐦‍⬛ The people that Mammon plays against in casinos, absolutely fucking hate you both. It was bad enough to have the Avatar of Greed flaunt himself and ragebait them when he wins, but now you’re also there sneering and cackling alongside him. Every time you both sashay out of the establishment, they pray for you two to trip on rocks.

🐦‍⬛ Undeniably Mammon feels like a puppy that just met a new addition to the liter, to nip at and tackle— except that this one nips back! He thinks your expressions are so goofy but so are his, and there’s something so special about having someone on the same wavelength. He’s also good at knowing when you’re faking by overdoing it, and you can expect him to sit you down and properly tell him what’s going on.

🐦‍⬛ Sometimes you make random noises or vocal stims and he responds back— even when he’s on the other side of the house.

Leviathan

🪼 He’s likened every single one of your expressions to the ones he sees in anime. As a matter of fact, he’s actually surprised that you could manage to make those faces, because.. How?! Well, at least he has a bit of a guide.

🪼 Some of the expressions you use are inspired off dialogues in shows and comics— and Levi is always the only person who gets where it’s from. The others can get confused meanwhile he’s just nodding sagely along.

🪼 At first, he couldn’t tell when you weren’t actually mad though. Just know that at the first sign of displeasure on your face, he was on his knees and apologizing like he killed your entire race. Nope, didn’t even question what he did wrong. You legit had to drag him away while he was holding onto your leg.

🪼 Sometimes he plays into it. Oh? You’re approaching him? You hit that Jojo pose, he hits a Jojo pose, and it turns into an all-out battle. Your “battles” have ranged from Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, to Persona5, to Star Wars, to Naruto even (and specifically the gay Naruto and Sasuke parts).

🪼 You guys get excited the same way, screaming and jumping while holding on each other for dear life. If this wasn’t Levi they were talking about, the brothers presently in the ground floor would’ve assumed you guys were having “bathtub fun.”

🪼 Levi is so tuned in to your many expressions that he’s learned to speak up for you if your face is doing the talking instead of your mouth. If he sees you grimacing because you’re being invited to go somewhere you don’t really like, or you’re being asked for yet another favor, he cuts in and comes up with an excuse. Oh, no, (Y/N) can’t right now! They’re doing a rerelease of Ouran Highschool Host Club with the cast’s commentary!

🪼 A lot of people don’t really understand the things Levi gets passionate about. When he realized that you were so unabashed in the same way, there came that feeling of safety and comfort that he could express himself just as brazenly. He feels like his interests and his feelings aren’t anything unimportant because of you.

Satan

🐈 He’s mastered every mask and is careful in swapping them out for every person he talks to, meanwhile you’re the easiest book to read ever. Satan is the stabilizing force to the erratic ball of energy that is you. It’s another case of opposites attract.

🐈 Sometimes you puzzle him. Something as simple as helping out a stranger, or how lovely the moon looked that night, seemed to earn your praises so effortlessly. You smile brightly and you talk with such fervor about the little things. For a while, Satan doesn’t get it, but he tries to see things your way and realizes there’s so much to appreciate. Little by little he talks about similar things happening in his life— a bid of sharing small joys to the person he loves.

🐈 He’s tuned in to your expressions and vocal stims— yes even the weird ones. Satan’s favorites are your small meows because he knows you’re in a good mood. When you aren’t, he checks on whether your eyes are glazing over or darting around; or if you’re trying to sound enthusiastic but your grimace doesn’t back you up, then Satan gets to problem-solving.

🐈 Your discussions often involve you needing to walk around while you talk, with your hands moving to your words, all the while Satan is content to listen and watch. When you two have debates, he can tell when you’re racking your mind for arguments and smugly waits.

🐈 The biggest kicker was Satan realizing that you were open about many things because you hid just as much. He isn’t the kind to probe insistently, but he approaches with caution. He wants you to know it’s okay to be upfront about the things that feel uncomfortable and terrifying, and that he’s there for you to fall back on if ever it feels too big.

🐈 Satan is only usually unrestrained when it comes to cats or hοmicide, so for the most part he’s content to go along with your antics. Your walks involve you taking his hand, swinging your hands, skipping, twirling yourself, and he’s always happy to make sure you don’t fall. He’s also the one who gently reminds you when you’re being too loud in the library.

🐈 You don’t know it, but when you’re reading the same book together, he likes to examine your facial expressions especially when you two reach the exciting bits. Satan always laughs when you’re gasping audibly and shaking his shoulder, or when you get up to leave, turn on your heel and come back anyway.

Asmodeus

💋 People say you two don’t know how to close your mouths and Asmodeus would agree. He’d also say he meant that in more ways than one.

💋 Asmo can always trust your judgment, because for one your face won’t let you lie. If he asks you what you think about his look and he sees a grimace, he’s immediately back to his closet. No, he needs to see those eyes dazzling, amazed, awed! Unless he can get a gasp out of you, he’s not leaving the house.

💋 When drama unfolds in front of both of you, you start twinning more than Beel and Belphie with how synchronized your side-eyes are. You two developed a knack for talking with just your faces, really putting those lips to work with how much you’re pursing them, or your eyebrows with how it seemed to learn how to dance.

💋 Asmo can usually shrug off his brothers’ lack of interest in new makeup products or the things developing in his DevilGram, but when you get excited it means the absolute world to him. You two could create a cacophony of screams, squawks, amidst a bunch of incoherent rambles that it’s anyone’s guess if what they’re hearing isn’t a mating call for 30 species of birds. Nevertheless, it means a lot to Asmo when someone shares his excitement.

💋 You make the silliest frown when you’re annoyed, with flared nostrils and everything. Asmo likes to annoy his way back into your good graces, one kiss to your cheek at a time! When you’re persistent about pouting, cheek nuzzles inbound! And the worst part is it always works!

💋 That said, when he’s trying to scurry away with his insecurities, it becomes harder when you’re so painfully obvious about how you’re worried for him. He sees it in your eyes, or the deep pinch within your brows. You don’t even pretend to be poised around him, and so.. Even when he hates to be anything but presentable to you, he loses the will to not repay your honesty with his own.

💋 If someone ever made fun of you for the way you expressed yourself, best believe Asmo is already reaching down to unclasp his heel.

Beelzebub

🌞 You’re the unstoppable force and he’s the immovable object, nonchalant and OA, two different flavors of being upfront despite being opposites.

🌞 Beel loves watching your expressions every time you eat, and this is also how he’s able to tell your likes and dislikes— which came in handy since you were new to Devildom food. He mentally jots down food that leaves you swaying and humming in your seat, but if he sees you wince or pause, that’s when he offers to eat it for you.

🌞 He’s the kind of guy whose eyes will trail after you even when you’re bounding and yapping around him, like if a new episode of your favorite series came out or if one of his brothers pissed you off. It does reach a point where even his body follows the direction you’re in, and no he doesn’t know how many times he’s turned.

🌞 Beel is your stoic-faced diffuser. A school of demons is sure to purposely say the wrong thing to rile you up, and some instances you’ll stew in your rage even when your eyes look like they’re about to pop out of your skull, and other instances… Your boyfriend will hoist you up and carry you away while you’re in the middle of swearing your vengeance. (Don’t worry, Beel will punch them in the jugular for you later.)

🌞 He’s always been quietly observant, though a bit less dissecting compared to Satan. That’s how he stayed emotionally in tuned. Beel will notice when your rambling is faster than usual, your smile is strained, there’s a tremble to your voice and your hands are shaking. He gives the best hugs to keep you together and patiently so, until he can feel you calm down. Beel will always hold you up even if your legs start to fail you.

🌞 Beel thinks your expressions are funny, by the way. His brothers will say something stupid as shit and he laughs because you look like an owl squishing itself into a stick. You’d make the most disgusted face, he would get cuteness aggression and help himself to a pinch on your nose.

🌞 Also, don’t be fooled. He’s not always nice. If you’re calling for him and rapidly tapping on his tiddie to get his attention, he will push your face away with his palm and laugh at you yelling at him.

Belphegor

🌜Well, well, well, if it isn’t the fake IDGAFer and the very chalant human. Truthfully, you surprise him with how expressive you are and sometimes he doesn’t know how to respond. Still, Belphie always tries for the people he loves, even if he’s only half-awake by the time they’re on their third ramble.

🌜 One of the most humiliating memories you had was laughing… at a funeral. Luckily for you, Belphie was also laughing and so he took half the brunt of the glares as well. Unluckily for you, he was laughing at you and poking your side just so you could never straighten yourself back up. Eventually you two had to leave and bursted into giggles in the middle of the cemetery.

🌜 You snorted during Lucifer’s lecture once, and the whole room went dead quiet. Just as the eldest started grilling you on what was funny, Belphie took the blame. “Oh really? That was you, Belphie?” “Yeah, watch this.” Belphie recreated your snort, horrendously so, and you and his other brothers bursted into laughter. You made sure to give him extra kisses before untying him from the ceiling.

🌜 Belphie may seem disinterested in everything, but be rest assured. Even if half of his face is planted on a pillow, he has one eye cracked open to look at your many cartoony expressions, while you tell the tale of how your shoes broke at your high-school prom and you had to go barefoot.

🌜 He has a penchant for stepping— nay, galloping across your nerves, all so he can watch your eyes glower and your lips twist in displeasure. Why? Because the moment you do, his hands fly in and squeeze your cheeks together. When you inevitably get angrier, even better! Because he’ll keep going. You’re too cute and too fun to tease.

🌜 Annoyance does go two ways, don’t worry. Sometimes you don’t wake him up with a kiss, but by jumping on his bed until he has no choice but to get up and grab you by your ankles. If he really can’t be bothered, he’ll accept his fate and try to sleep through it— until his body inevitably flips to the side and his face hits the wall.

(shotgunning is when someone exhales smoke directly into ur mouth btw.)

(fem!reader)

"if we broke up, would you get back with your ex?"

"if we broke up id die."

a giggle escapes you at mammon's dramatic answer, smacking your palm against his chest playfully before leaning in to smush your cheek into his. he got so honest when he was high, weed was basically a truth serum to him. a few hits off a blunt, and you could get him to say all that mushy, lovey-dovey stuff that he usually refused to say out loud. nuzzling against his face, you can't help but give him a few kisses. "you're so dramatic," you tease, settling fully onto his chest and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, kicking your feet into the air when he immediately wraps you up in a tight bear hug.

"nu uh. id forreal drop dead, like immediately. blehh." tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, mammon lets his head fall to the side as he plays dead, and you giggle again as you give him a little shake. "you wouldn't last five seconds without me?" it's a pointless question to ask. you already know how mammon feels about you, and you feel the exact same way towards him. the thought of breaking up makes your stomach churn uncomfortably, unable to fathom a world where mammon isn't yours and you aren't his. done playing corpse, mammon's head pops back up, giving you a lazy smile as his hand comes up to cup the side of your face. "nope," he replies, popping the 'p' loudly before stealing a kiss, "yer my entire universe, baby doll."

smiling wide enough to make your cheeks ache, you boop his nose before reaching for the ashtray on his nightstand. carefully pinching the half an inch of blunt between your fingers, you wiggle it in front of his face playfully. "last hit, monnie. wanna split it?" he gives you a look like you just asked the stupidest question ever, and you stick your tongue out at him before bringing the blunt to your lips. you inhale slowly, watching the paper burn away until you can feel the heat of the lit bud against your skin before tossing it back into the ashtray. the smoke is warm in your chest, and so is mammon's hand as it trails up and down your back lazily, so so warm you could just melt.

shifting on his chest, you push yourself forward to press your lips against mammon's waiting mouth, and let the smoke out in a steady breath. you listen to the soft inhale he takes, focus on the dilation of his pupils that has nothing to with the drug use, and feel his hand slide down the length of your spine down to your ass. as the last tendril of smoke leaves your lips, mammon hums low in his chest before blowing it all back out right into your face before hauling you further up onto his chest and closing the little distance between your mouths. you lose track of time as you two swap lazy kisses, too busy enjoying the feeling of his hands all over you and the heat of his tongue against yours.

rolling you two over, mammon swaps your postions without breaking a single point of contact, and you stretch out underneath his weight with a happy little mewl as his mouth finds it's way down to your throat. "hm.. if i was a demon, would you still love me?" mammon doesn't pause his ministrations, mouthing over the sensitive spots along your neck that make you squirm and try to curl away. "ya could shoot me in the face right now and id love ya," he replies easily, breath tickling over your collarbone, and you giggle happily while reaching for his hair. burying your fingers into the soft mess of white fluff, you scritch behind his ears like he's a puppy, and he whine he makes sounds like one. "so morbid.. what if i was an angel?"

"id worship ya."

"what if i had beel's appetite?"

"id feed ya."

"if i spent all your money?"

"it's all for you, anyway."

"me and goldie are in a housefire, who are you saving?"

his head pops up from where he'd been nuzzling into your cleavage, lips pursed as he squints at you. it's quiet for a minute, then two, and by the third you're smacking him over the head with a dramatic scoff. "mammon!" he laughs loudly, dropping his head back down onto your chest and hides from your second swat between your tits. hands rubbing up and down your sides, he gives your hips a rough squeeze before wrapping his arms around your waist. peeking up at you through his bangs, his eyes are sparkling with amusement as he looks at you. "c'mon, do ya really need me to answer that? id obviously save my perfect, beautiful, amazing goldie–"

you grab the pillow from underneath your head and beat him with it.

"you're so stupid," you whine, putting in some extra strength behind your swings when all he does is laugh and cling to you tighter. you don't stop until your biceps begin to ache, giving him one more good whack before tossing the pillow to the side and flopping back onto the bed with a huff. only once he's sure it's safe does mammon lift his head up again, crawling up to hover over you with a wide grin as he stares down at your grumpy expression. "yer violent," he accuses, ducking down to press a long, dramatic kiss to your forehead, "don't ask me a stupid question and expect a real answer." giving him a glare, it quickly softens when he kisses you. "id never let ya get stuck in a housefire in the first place. id sense it before it even happened, and get ya to safety."

a snort of amusement escapes you as you roll your eyes at him, reaching up to hold his face in your hands and squish his cheeks together. he lets it happen without complaint, nuzzling into your palms. "you'd sense a housefire?"

"yup," he says with all the confidence in the world.

"that's something you can do?"

"yuh huh." said with a smug smile.

"so how come you couldn't sense anything when you burned dinner last week?"

his smile drops like a stone in the ocean, replaced with a pout as his cheeks get hot underneath your palms. "that wasn't my fault! someone distracted me, and i forgot it was in the oven!" it's your turn to smile now as you recall what exactly had distracted him. a little invitation to join you in the shower had ended in take out for dinner and mammon stuck with dish duty for a month. totally worth it. shrugging your shoulders, you release his face and drag your hands down his chest. "not my fault you're easy," you singsong, and mammon grumbles under his breath while leaning back to sit on his heels, dragging you along with him. sitting you in his lap, his hands slide underneath your shirt and grope at your hips before his fingers dip into the waistband of your shorts. "hard not to be easy when yer girlfriend's this sexy," he murmurs into the minute space between you two, nudging his nose into your cheek while he tugs at the waistband of your panties, letting it snap back against your skin.

the compliment warms your cheeks, feeling almost shy as you loop your arms around his neck, playing with the short hairs at his name and earning a little shudder in return. "you can't live without me, and you can't say no to me.. i think you have a crush on me or something." you can't keep yourself from giggling as you say it, and mammon rolls his eyes at you with a small scoff of amusement. "ha, as if id have crush on a puny lil human like you. i got standards, yknow."

you hum in acknowledgement, nodding along as you slowly pull away from him. "oh yeah, totally. guess im just, wasting my time here. should probably–" you don't get five inches away before he's tackling you down into his sheets, legs tangling with yours as he presses all his body weight down onto you. "yeah right. yer stayin' rightttt here," he sighs against the top of your head, wrapping you up in his arms so tight you can barely breathe, but you're more than happy as you cuddle up against his chest.

A/N; sum small I found in my drafts, gonna get to my love and deepspace stuff now hihi

1ST — MAMMON IS F*CKED! ( No pun intended)

The first incident, in all fairness, was inevitable.

Taking Lucifer's card for a reckless shopping spree with you was a death wish on its own, but ending up in bed together before the bags even touched the floor made it even worse.

Mammon's hands were everywhere, rough and greedy as he pinned you down on his slept-in bed, his lips meeting yours, tongue already eager to explore yours in a messy kiss. "'Fuck, sweets," he's breathing heavy already, grinding his painfully hard cock against your thigh through the annoying fabric of his jeans, "Ya drive me crazy."

You sigh, lazily sliding your finger up against the cold glass of your D.D.D screen. Your Devilgram feed obeys with the same laziness; and the same roulette of images become a blur as the same, old posts show up again - and again… and again. Leviathan’s play-by-play commentary of Beel and Belphie’s blind taste-testing contest is no longer being updated. Satan’s isn’t posting any more cat photos - you figure he must be busy feeding them right now. A twinge of jealousy raps at your head when you find that Asmodeus is the only one actively posting at regular intervals; each time at a different store (with a reluctant, yet amused-looking, wise sorcerer in tow).

You desperately wish you were in a different store.

The wooden frame of the outstandingly-uncomfortable chair you’ve chosen to sit on continues to dig into your back - and you're regretting not listening to Lucifer’s advice. You understand why someone decided to give this stupid thing up. Around you, rows and shelves of second-hand furniture and pre-loved clothes seem to stretch out longer, and farther, each time you look up at them. Since it’s a weekday, the store is mostly quiet… save for a single demon's voice, alternating rapidly between muttering numbers like a madman, and triumphant snickering.

The time glares at you from the upper-left corner of your phone screen.

… It’s been five hours since you and Mammon had entered the thrift store.

No one really volunteers to go shopping with Mammon, in general. One: because no one wants be the collateral damage when he inevitably gets itchy fingers for something valuable… and, two: because he takes ages to check out.

It’s always been different with you around, though. To his family’s delight, he usually strives to be on his best behaviour around you - and he usually stops dead in his tracks when he’s about to cause trouble, if the puppy dog-eyed look you give him even remotely resembles disappointment.

And if he doesn’t… well, ‘stay’ is always a word you use.

The one exception is thrift stores.

Thrift stores are Mammon’s idea of a video-game, Leviathan had nervously explained to you when you had told him you’d be going to a pop-up thrift store with Mammon. He had even paused his game to warn you - so you knew it was serious.

The way Levi had explained it, was that Mammon adored the thrill of beating - of besting - thrift stores. Optimising and min-maxing his build to get the highest profit. Lucifer, who you had gone to for advice after getting spooked by the seriousness (and overly-technical nature) of Levi’s warning, had advised you two things: to set aside the whole day and bring a pillow. Then he had muttered something about how he wished Mammon would apply himself the same way to schoolwork as you walked out the.

Still, like a fool, you went anyway.

It’s not as though you get no benefit at all, however. Mammon is a demon authenticity test - able to tell between authentic pieces and well-crafted dupes, and expensive or inexpensive items, in a few seconds. The most you’ve ever seen him need is a minute, when he struggled for a short while to differentiate the number of carats between two collectors-edition golden Grimm coins (his sin gets a little crazy when it comes to actual gold).

He can also estimate the price of anything in a thrift store down to the nearest 100 Grimm.

As a result, he’s the best personal shopping assistant in the Devildom. All you really have to do is tell him that you’re looking for a pair of jeans - then he’s pulled you ten options in five minutes, knows what brand they all are even if they’ve had the labels removed, and approximately how much they’ve been discounted from base price. And they all look amazing on you, too.

It’s since he’s a model, he says.

(But it’s really because he spends more time in your room than his own, so he knows your clothing style and sizes pretty well. To impress you with surprise gifts and stuff, y’know? When… or if, he has the money.)

He doesn’t mind putting in the extra work because he loves you - but, from the adorable grin on his face when he comes bounding up to you with his finds, it's also really clear he's doing it for the love of the game.

Be proud of him, though! It is a massive boost to his ego if you compliment him on his thrifting skills, and he will probably be bragging about it, unprompted, in irrelevant conversations for the next week.

After he’s done helping you shop, however, he will be in that store for hours doing the same for himself. The way he zips around and mutters calculations to himself makes you think he’s going insane.

… He only realises after he’s bought everything that the two of you can’t carry it all home.

It’s only after you get back to the House of Lamentation (with the help of a tiring teleportation spell he now owes you a meal for) that everything starts to get back to normal. Unfortunately, ‘normal’ is often Mammon realising that his plans to maximise profits only work if people are willing to buy from him; which - considering his reputation in the Devildom and general lack of previous customer satisfaction - isn’t happening anytime soon.

Eventually, he resorts to asking you - someone with a more respectable renown - to put everything up on a D-Bay… and you're stunned when you actually do make all the profit he said he'd make, and that his maths is pretty on the money.

… Then he spends all that money. The cycle repeats, and everything is okay with the world once more.

(i love thrifts stores myself, even though i have to travel quite far to get to one from where i am - i usually go to them to buy accessories and videogames, so thanks for this ask! there do seem to be such a range of thrift stores nowadays though - there are kinda cheaper local ones, and then there are some in busier areas that are superrrrr out of my price range D: i do hope this answered the request all right <3)

(TL;DR, i think mammon would be pretty familiar with thrift stores, and shops at them for the love of the game, lol. he’s one of my favourite representations of the avatar of greed in media because he kinda wants everything, and not just money - so he's basically a kid in a candy store at any thrift. being who he is, thrift stores are a lil different from buying stuff at retail price because - in his mind - it’s an opportunity to buy low and sell high if he plays his cards right. he’ll also defo buy something super expensive, and then justify it by buying smth else and saying he’ll sell it to cover the cost)

(sorry guys i know u love mammon and i love him too…)

a/n: I know they have those cards w/ the animations of them in bed but this is just for the shits and giggles 😛

Lucifer

Realistically, he would spend most nights sleeping in his office or at his desk after working far too late, so he would wear whatever he was wearing that day, but slightly more buttoned-down and messier. 

BUT when he does go to sleep, he has a full silk pajama set that he always wears.

He’s the avatar of pride, of course he needs to be a pretentious prick and keep up appearances even when he’s sleeping. 

He will definitely throw on a classic dad robe for when it gets colder (has to be made of fine material tho he’s a bitch)

He has a matching pajama set w/ Diavolo that he only wears whenever he stays the night at the Demon Lord's Castle

He sleeps w/ socks btw….(Bonus points if it’s the socks that MC gifted him in Nightrbinger before Diavolo stole them)

Whoo, it's been a while hasn't it!

This one has all the brothers!

Non-sexual turn ons; 

Lucifer;

Lucifer has said before that his type is someone respectable, genuine, and worthy of respect- and while yes, he may have been talking about the souls he likes to consume, he wasn’t lying. You’ve worked hard, from the very moment you arrived in the Devildom—so determined to carve out a place for yourself without stopping for even a moment to worry about the consequences. 

That is when Lucifer first started feeling attracted to, and wholly frustrated by you.

Each time you offer assistance to his brothers with no hope of anything in return—untying Mammon during his punishments, calming Satan or Levi, bringing Beel snacks throughout the day when you know he'll be getting hungry; 

Every meeting with the prince where you speak your mind- dare to tell him no, that his ideas are unobtainable, his plans are harmful, treating him not like the future king of hell, but like an equal- like a friend. Part of him wants to scold you for your impudence, part of him wants to bend you across his lap, bring his hand down on your ass until it's red and welted and you can’t think of anything but him.

Your righteous anger, your confidence, your bravery and truthfulness—he feels shamefully hot, sequestering himself away or dragging you back to his study with a desperation completely unbecoming of someone like himself. Lucifer has never had trouble controlling himself before; how dare you bring this out in him—make his heart ache and his body warm- it’s insufferable, it’s demeaning. He can’t stop.

Most often before you were together, he’d hole up in his study where he could lean over his desk, fly open just enough to make room for his leaking cock, and frantically fuck his fist—scowling at the door like you might be able to feel his frustration if he projects it enough. Heaven be with any poor demon who ends up walking through the doors- he’s too angry for his brothers’ antics. 

It’s the closest the Avatar of Pride has ever come to feeling shame—alone and angry, cumming across his fingers with your name in his throat, hastily shoving important papers and documents off the edge of his desk to keep from staining them

Hells he loves you. 

𑣲| synopsis : leviathan as a boyfriend headcannons

𑣲| tags : leviathan x reader, fluff, headcannons

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