Plot Purgatory

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Appreciation Posts

×Mammon Appreciation Week

×Mammon Appreciation Week: Birthday Boogaloo

-One More Gift

Masterpost of Headcanons/Finished Fanfics

×Requests: Headcanons

-Brothers with MC with Tension from Anxiety/Stress

×Headcanons

(SFW)

The Brothers and How They Work Out with MC

The Brothers' Favorite/Preferred Massage Areas

The Brothers’ Agitated/Nervous Stimming Habits

The Brothers Sleeping with MC

(NSFW)

Yandere!Mammon Sexual Kinks

Satan Sexual Kinks

×Fanfictions

[Obey Me]

Beel // Mark Me

Levi // Strip Poker but with Video Games //After-party of All-night Gaming and Cuddling // You Have to Say It (NSFW)

Mammon // Infatuated

[Obey Me Quote Series]

Mammon // My Body Obeys (NSFW) | Coercion (NSFW)

[Your Boyfriend]

Peter // Nickname

Analysis Posts

Characters:

Lucifer is a Soft Dumbass

Devilgrams:

I Hate the Angelic Event

Fanfics, OCs, and AUs that have Infested My Brain:

I'm putting a cut here. This is hella long and a pain to scroll through.

Only a couple days left to send a request!! They don't have to be specific to the prompts below (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

Mammon's birthday? September 10!

The goal? Write as many birthday-related requests as feasibly possible

Prompts

1- Staying up until midnight of his birthday with him

2- Staying up until midnight to be the first to wish him happy birthday

3- Baking him a surprise cake

4-Going out with Mammon on a date

5- Going out with Mammon on a "date" after Lucifer gives him his personal credit card and tells you to supervise him

6-Spending time together

7- Shopping for twinning gifts

8- Shopping for a single gift for Mammon

9- Going out to eat/dine

10- Writing him a letter/round of letters again

11- Making a handmade gift

12- Surprising them with their favourite ramen

13- Spending the day doing his favourite things (gambling, shopping, stealing(??), fashion

14- Surprise party

15- Instead of a letter, video messages for his birthday (scenario example: if MC is in the human world/away)

16- Spending all day with him

17- Giving all of your attention to him

18- Sentimental moments

19- Feeling really loved

20- Trying on clothes

21-Going to a hotel

22- Going to a pool

23- Going out driving

24- Getting into trouble together (with Lucifer, optional)

25- Falling asleep together after a full day together

26- Cuddles?

27- Spending time with him as he opens gifts

28 - Video call/phone call

29-A seasonal event?

Mammon Appreciation Week 2: Birthday Boogaloo prompts!

One More Gift

Content warning: 16+, a lot of kissing, GN MC

Gift boxes were stacked in unorganized piles that were decorated around the room: the biggest amount was on his pool table, the smaller presents and packages were on the glass table and beside it on the floor, new clothes displayed across his bed and the couches. Mammon sat beside you, adoring the latest watch from Devicci on his wrist.

"Hey, Mammon."

"Yeah?"

The Avatar of Greed stopped fiddling with the band of the watch and turned his attention to you.

"So I have.. one more thing for you."

"You do?"

" Yeah, but you have to close your eyes first -- and keep them closed."

"Alright, alright."

You lifted yourself from the couch and turned towards Mammon, watching his face as an excited grin spread, revealing expectance and eagerness. It highlighted his beautiful features.

"Keep your eyes closed!"

"I am!

An odd exhale of laughter hiccuped in your throat when you saw that Mammon was squinting his eyes tightly. You caught yourself staring at him again, like all the times before and all the times he called you out for.

You let time stretch out just for a pause.

"Okay, are you ready?"

Before he could answer, crouching down, sliding your hands from thigh to knee as a balance brace, you inclined forward and gave a quick peck to his lips. It was brief, barely even a heartbeat long, but the contact between your mouths stirred an exhilerated energy.

Mammon reacted about how you expected; a startled look morphed his prior visage, a garbled surprise noise choked its way out, a relexive flinch back.

You only gave him that split moment to realize what happened before you pressed another kiss against him, closing your eyes as he opened his. You did peek after a long second to see his eyes still open and registering your actions. Surprise reflected in them, as well as a hint of enjoyment, before he closed them again.

A smile pressed its way into the long kiss that was reciprocated. It started gentle, then progressed into a langerous desire. Sensual and even-paced. Unhurried yet full of affection.

As nice as it was, your standing position was awkward to continue with. Receding the kiss with a breathless sigh, you moved to properly stand back up, but a sudden grip on your arm stopped you mid-movement. Mammon was looking at you with slight disappointment and a scrunched expression.

"Hey, ya can't just stop like that!" he whined.

A humorous chortle huffed out of you after the mild astonishment felt by the sudden action settled. Misinterpreted and before you could respond, Mammon firmed his hold on your arm and tugged you closer. The sudden pull stumbled you and, again, before you could properly react, Mammon had spun and plopped you onto his lap.

"That little bit wasn't close enough to satisfyin' me, so you ain't goin' anywhere."

"I never planned to! In fact," taking advantage of the situation, as you scooted that bit more into him your arms went around his neck. Mammon held you in his own hug around your waist. "This position is much better."

"Oh.. I see," he mumbled, voiced ladened with quiet embarrassment.

Your eyes crinkled with a quiet laugh as you leaned forward, and Mammon followed your actions.

He followed your lead into the shifting atmosphere from joyous party mindset to something more passionate. The kissing became more than short and sweet with simple tenderness into prolonged tension-filled and provocative movements. You bit his lower lip and felt a soft wetness swipe against yours. You felt the tingles electrify your mouth, and, wanting to conduct the same intensity into him, you progressively pressed your tongue in his own, smooth, fluid movements feeling out for the sensitive spots.

You heard a low moan as a response and continued with the motions.

His hands fluttered up and down your back and across your hips, and you held onto the back of his shirt as Mammon reclined back onto the couch for a more comfortable arrangement.

GN MC WITH MAJOR DEPRESSION AND INTERACTIONS WITH THE BROTHERS

Trigger warning: Depression, mentions of overeating, and mental unwellness

Your room.

A mess.

Snack wrappers, empty bottles, and wadded up paper towels were in a pile by your bed.

Crumbs on the floor.

Clothes in small mounds by the dresser, the hamper, by and on the bed, layered on top of the chairs. Blemished and clean, filthy and mildly worn, mixed together indiscernably.

Your clothes.

Dirty cotton fabrics stained and heavy with old sweat.

Your own skin.

Disgusting and uncomfortable.

You feel fat yet you still hunger. Always craving something different, but nothing satisfies your stomach or your tastes buds. Never full. Insatiable.

Old takeout packages, discarded plastic containers, crinkled chip bags, and soda cans accentuate your bedroom. A plastic bag sat half-way filled with an attempted trash cleanup and disappointment. When you enter your room, you keep the light off. You avoid looking at the self-imposed regret and heaviness of the trash accumulating day by day like eyes staring at you, judging with a negativity that presses down on your shoulders and heart.

The light of the full moon through the window gives enough of a glow accompanied by your D.D.D's flashlight or the changing ambiances of the TV. The shadows stay smaller that way. The state of your room not as obvious.

You try to keep the brothers out of your room. Out of shame, embarrassment, mortification.

Lucifer

Not allowed in. At all.

For now.

You could hear the disappointment and tone of his voice in your head. That was enough. You absolutely could not burden another lecture from him. Not another word about the mess.

You know under the chastising and constant reminders that he cares and is worried, but you just cannot handle more comments from him. You avoid him.

It hurts either way.

Mammon

You spend more time with him in his own room, and you feel less judged because his room is also a messy situation.

His clothes are placed on the corners of his couch, in a pile by his clothes rack. His bed comforter properly placed, but the blankets underneath are untucked and hanging off. Controllers on the floor. Empty food bags forgotten about and opened bottles of Demonus on the pool table.

You feet most comfortable with him, because, while he might not understand your mental state or emotional emptiness, he never bothers with concerned comments about cleaning up after yourself.

You knew, though, at some points, he still passed a roaming glance around your room when he barged in, and it unsettled the balance you found with him.

You lock your door. Religiously.

Leviathan

You also prefer him.

You enjoy the preference of his room as well. Manga in small piles by his cushion and on his table. His shelves were absolutely clustered with packaged figurines and acrylics of his favorite characters. Lucifer has gotten onto Levi just as much as you about straightening up his bedroom, or he threatened to do it himself.

You feel jealous, though. Despite the disorganization, it was still organized in a way that made sense. You want to have that kind of capability, but it feels impossible.

The guilt suffocates you just a little more.

Satan

His room was more dangerous of an environment than yours, but his room was just filled with too too too many books and a few candles (and fire hazards). You appreciated his asking, but you felt self-conscious when he offered to get loaned books from your room if you were out.

The imagined thoughts of Satan collecting his books and looking at your room in disgust and wondering if anything happened to them makes your stomach tighten.

His books.

Precious to him and you. You had too much respect for his possessions to let the covers or pages be tarnished or greased, so you always kept them with you or on the one nightstand you struggle to keep clean and bare.

Asmodeus

You feel uneasy and awkward around him. His pleasant perfumes, overbearing, like himself.

You do feel envious of him. Some days you have no energy to take care of yourself. Your battery level gets too low for daily hygiene. You feel pathetic that you can barely brush your teeth or hair or even splash water on your face.

Always mentioning new cleansing products. Wanting to apply fresh nail polish to your chipped, fading fingernails. It irritated you. It made you mad. It made you feel inadequate.

You wonder if your aggravation was noticeable.

You feel bad, because you know he mostly means well.

Beelzebub

You enjoy his company. You enjoy going out to eat.

Eat and eat and eat. Different restaurants, different foods, different flavors, different textures.

You understand his never-ending hunger.

It was the same with you.

The only difference was that Beel put away way more food than you and kept the weight off with his training and playing sports.

He offers to help you exercise or to join him. You decline.

Where would you even start?

The issue was non-physical. Realistically, you know you couldn't keep up with Beel.

The thought of the company was nice, though. The pleasant moment that lasted before your depression shrank it back into the crevices of your mind.

Belphegor

A good sleeping partner.

You always feel tired, drained, exhausted. Belphie easily pulls you into his lazy stratosphere.

Sleep is good with him. It feels relaxing and easy to do.

Easy to fall into the nothing of slumber and sleep away the day.

Sleep away time.

Existence.

Yours.

These low depressions always fucked you up.

Days, weeks, months. A heavy blanket of guilt quilted you most times.

You would seldom rise long enough to feel somewhat energized.

You put effort into clearing out the trash and dishware out of your room, fall into a temporary routine - but a pit of pointlessness resides in your stomach after any sense of completion.

Despite the brothers and their concern and offers to help, sometimes the cycle was too much and you pull away.

You know you how messed up you are. You want help.

On the other side of your locked door, despite your negative emotions and feelings, you know the brothers are waiting to accept you. All of you.

It was just hard and difficult to let them in.

Despite your outbursts and your conflicts, you know they still love you.

All of you.

You know this deep down.

Even this part of you that you hate.

Ren is a disinterested, self-preserving kinda guy that intentionally isolates himself yet doesn't dislike certain company. He hates chores and work that doesn't benefit him (tasks given to him by being assigned to Jabberwock and by Haru versus working at the diner), he's kind of a jerk, self-centered, rude, a bit off-putting, and he'll make it obvious he doesn't want you around. He has a focus on wanting to be alone to enjoy his hobbies, and he enjoys doing it on his own.

Tbh, that completely makes sense for his age bracket (assuming 19-21), and that's not even considering his feelings about the situation of what he is now and the position and environment that has put him in.

Being older than 25, I can see a lot of what myself used to be like within Ren as a written character in their early adulthood and what qualities I still have. That's probably why he feels like one of the more realistic characters to me, and I'm drawn to the grumpy gamer. He acts like how I used to: disinterested, bothered by the requests and demands given to me that consumed my time, angry, annoyed, disturbed when people got in my bubble, wanting to be on my own to enjoy my interests. Hell, even the picture of him in his pajamas is very similar to how I used to sleep with a favorite jacket on until I just kinda stopped. He also enjoys ramen, but I really only ate Maruchan chicken flavors.

Playing as the MC in the game, you see how she eventually kinda starts befriending Ren in her own way, but this post is more about my opinion on him as a person and how I'd approach him based on our similarities.

It's very clear Ren has a hard exterior to get through, and it's even harder to try to look past his off-putting and rude looks and comments when you walk into his space (based on certain reactions on Reddit, which is fair). Part of the work is the consistency of trying and working through his attitude and indifference, while also not putting him off on your company when you do. Being overbearing and constantly trying to talk him up and essentially being too near him will put up more distance and difficulties.

Ren is like a cat.

You have to be slow and routine with your appearances, keep a bit of distance while showing a calm level of interest, light eye contact, don't be overbearing or too excited.

Ren is into mobile games and horror movies, mostly B-rated ones. We, as fans, know this, and that makes the assumptions easier as the MC how to dialogue our way with Ren, but if he was real, then of course we wouldn't know that information from an omnipotent POV. We would have to learn about it through the little interactions we see and have with him, remember comments he makes about a movie he might be anticipating or remembering what game he has on his phone that we might be able to peek at or question about. He has opinions on ramen, so that would be a good breaking-the-ice type of conversation starter.

The best way, in my opinion based on how I view Ren, to approach him is to work at the angle of getting to know him through his actions and behavior and to target his interests and likes. It might be too much at the beginning to immediately start comparing your interests to his and trying to connect through similarities, even if you do genuinely enjoy whatever his mobile games are. He doesn't scream otaku, so I would lose points by trying to connect through anime and my genre of mobile games. I also don't watch a lot of horror movies, so we would be on different wavelengths there, even if I was intrigued to try to watch them to see if I could find any appeal to his type of movies.

The important factor is just making that connection that you do have an interest somewhere. It doesn't have to be with every hobby or past time. Example: I, myself, in college was very hard to get to be friends with because I actively and defensively put up boundaries because I didn't want new people to interact with me. One of the weaknesses in my walls was having knowledge and an interest in something I was into. I vehemently tried to keep this dude away from being my friend for weeks, but during a brief interaction during classes, Clementine from the The Walking Dead game came up in conversation within the group and he knew about the game, and that was the moment I stopped trying to aggressively keep up boundaries.

It took time and patience and the interest in me as a person before something connected us in a very small but meaningful way before we became friends, and I really think Ren is the same way. You just have to be patient and understanding and keep up the gumption of trying.

Ren isn't a cold person like Jin or secretive like Tohma. He isn't some gossipy, truth-bending bitch or someone who is dangerous. He's just a regular kid with common interests and a hate for work, he can make friends with odd people, he likes his space and not being bothered.

He can be caring and kind, he can invite people into his space and offer niceties, he asks for favors related to his interests yet also invite you into them if you're willing to not feel used. He has a common deep fear, he has a lack of compassion that a lot of kids get by having pets but he still feels upset when Calamari leaves. He gets used to MC's company during her time at Jabberwock, and when she has to leave he seems genuinely a bit bummed about it.

Ren is a character that is very unlike a lot of the others, while kinda falling into the same ballpark of realistic characters like Sho and Kaito. Just a regular dude that got put into a situation that he found himself in. He isn't happy with the environment and the only thing he has for solace is a room that isn't his and is constantly broken into, his phone, his games, his movies. His time spent away from Jabberwock at the diner.

Ren isn't a terrible and unlikeable guy — he's just a young adult in a world of supernatural situations and people, roommates with odd people and creatures, and he really doesn't want to be bothered by all that.

Leviathan x MC

Pronouns: You | POV: Second

Tags: all-night gaming, cuddling, falling asleep together (platonically) on the floor, cute and fluff, expect a spew of dialogue about games, birthday celebration

A/N: This is my part for Levi's birthday collaboration! I paired with a wonderful artist (Twitter) who did such a cute piece (tumblr). Their piece is under the cut at the end of the story.

“What’re ya doin’ lettin’ him slip by you like that?”

“Don’t you dare blame me! I told you to go around the other way!”

“Hey, Satan! Quit tryin’ to run away, and get over here!”

“Not another step, Asmo. Stay away from me, Mammon! Get off, you idiot!”

You winced as you heard the loud ruckus in the kitchen from the dining room. The birthday party for Levi had dissolved into a mess of an afterparty. Beel was distracted finishing off all the leftovers, and Belphie had disappeared to take a nap. Mammon and Asmo had had their fill of too much Demonus. At some point during cleanup they had caught Satan in the kitchen and started harassing him.

“Hey, MC, do you want to go hang out in my room?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I mean, the party is pretty much over at this point, right?”

An abrupt shriek from Asmo cut you off before you could reply, causing you and Levi to snap your heads in the direction of the kitchen. Almost instinctively, you went to sort out the trouble before the situation got worse, but Levi stopped you, shaking his head as you turned your attention back to him.

“It’ll be instant game over for you if you go in there now,” he warned with an incredulous look, like he couldn’t believe you would be willing to walk into a scenario where Satan could be armed with kitchen knives that he would gladly be using as makeshift darts.

“S-Satan, just calm down for a minute, would ya?!”

“I told you to leave me alone.” An explosion of what sounded like cast iron and metal clanging onto the floor heavily startled you. Levi gave a grimacing look over your shoulder as shattering crashes followed shortly afterwards. “I’M GONNA KILL YOU BOTH!”

“Ahh! Mammon, this is all your fault!”

“Wha--! You were in on this just as much as I was, ya bastard!”

The only thing louder than the destruction was the twin screams of panic and terror as Satan wreaked havoc just a room away. A thought that popped into your head was that hopefully he would be mindful of your bedroom in his blind rage. A second thought was that you hoped he would avoid destroying the skillet you liked to use when you were on cooking duty.

“MC, listen. An impending doom is coming. I can feel it in my bones. So, before it happens, I think we should make our escape before Lucifer comes back.”

Lucifer had left the house unsupervised to see Diavolo and Barbatos off, but he would be returning soon. You knew it would be a bad idea to be in the vicinity when he discovered the state of the kitchen, in utter ruins in the short frame of time he was gone. While you did feel bad for Mammon and Asmo at the moment, you knew whatever punishment that Lucifer would pass judgment on to them would be far worse than what Satan was currently doing. In hindsight of similar events, you knew this was unavoidable and decided to wash your hands of the problem before you got dragged into it.

“We should probably skedaddle before we get caught in any crossfires.”

“Yeah, agreed. Let’s go!”

You Have to Say It

Levi x MC

POV: Second | Pronouns: You

Tags: 18+, blowjob, teasing, dirty talk, consensual but with light dubcon tones

Licking the sensitive slit, the salty taste smeared across your tongue and the strong flavor permeated into your nose in heavy doses. You could feel his body trembling and his hips trying to thrust upwards while your arm kept them pinned down. For as much as he squirming and moaning out half-hearted objections, he sure was trying to ram himself into your throat.

Putting your lips around his cock, you aggressively tongued the slit long enough to feel the convulsion and high-pitched surprised whine that his body reacted with. You stroked him with your tongue, pressing the head of his dick against the soft insides of your cheeks and against the ridges of the top of your mouth. Stimulation and wetness were your focus on making him absolutely writhe in capped pleasure.

A tempting thought of pushing him to the back of your throat and letting the spasms of your barely existing gag reflex add to his experience almost compelled you to act on it, but you, reluctantly, dismissed it for later. This was a teaser and not the full experience until you heard him say he wanted it himself. You knew how sensitive he was, and you had no intentions to ruin the fun because you had no impulse control.

Slowly, agonizingly, and patiently, you dragged out the motion of sucking him off. You kept the pressure of your mouth around his shaft, dragging your tongue against it, before consciously making a loud, wet popping noise at the tip. Giving a cooling space between the dick in your saliva and pre-cum-coated hand and your mouth, you smugly smirked up at him, very aware of the dribble on your chin and the obscene sight you must be. His eyes were teary and wet, and they were focused on you — pleading, anticipating, wanting.

Fuck, it was almost too hot.

"You know, for someone crying and telling me to stop, the fingers tugging at my hair and the look of disappointment on your face from me stopping, instead of relief, is giving me the impression you do want me to continue. If you want my mouth back on you," you gave a soft but firm squeeze for emphasis, which elicited a gaspy, almost squeaky moan from him, "then you have to tell me you want it, Levi."

As you waited for a response, you gave short, loose, and uninterested strokes to irritate him and to continue the sexual frustration, and you gauged him under a playful, cocky stare. His eyes were a swirl of emotions — desperation, neediness, annoyance, hesitation, contemplation. A few tears finally streaked down his heated red cheeks, and you felt your smile stretch into a superior grin as he slowly nodded his head.

an OTP chart from Twitter that made me really think about Yukino and Mammon as a dynamic couple.

Beelzebub x MC

Pronouns: You | POV: Second

Tags: Submissive kink, light domination kink, mentioning of bruises, mild nsfw, 16+

You've learned a few things about Beelzebub since your arrival in the Devildom. He loves to eat anything and everything, sometimes literally, he is a lot calmer than most of his brothers, sensible and level-headed, he's protective and reliable, he's dedicated to his sports and training, and he has strength that matches his muscular build.

That particular detail excited you a lot.

You have a submissive kink. You won't deny that. You're just shy about admitting it. Despite your hesitance about mentioning it, Beel naturally has a pressure to his touches and handling when he holds you that you're oh-so fine with.

Neither of you have done much aside from vanilla stuff, kisses and cuddles and a hungry makeout round against a wall or few. The way his hands simultaneously melded with yours and immobilized your arms sends a delicious shiver down your back every time you thought back on the moments.

Beel had just left you in a stupefied daze, your head light from lack of oxygen, as you stumbled back to your room before any of his brothers could see you in such a disarrayed state

Normally, you weren't so winded by the intensity of your canoodling sessions, but then again, you're the one that usually instigated them. Beel had startled you when he had clamped onto you from behind, spun you around, and pressed you against the closest surface, a space between two oversized paintings in the stairwell.

He took any words out of your mouth, along with your air, and swallowed them as he began placing a too light yet sweet kiss on your lips. He peppered quick pecks on your cheeks, the shallow part of your temples, and the curve of your jawline before resuming the kiss on your parted lips more fervently.

The tight grip that Beel had on your hips was possessive and made your body feel hypersensitive. You clutched onto his arms, even though you had no chance of crumpling to the ground, and returned the passionate kiss, feeling the warmth of Beel's mouth and tongue pass down your throat and twist into a simmering knot in the pit of your stomach.

A sudden ping brought you back to the moment, fuzzy-headed and annoyed. His phone pinged again. The air that rushed in between your heated bodies as Beel pulled away to check his D.D.D. was like a splash of cold water, and you became further frustrated when he took a step back and turned to leave.

"Oh, it was my turn to do shopping for dinner. Sorry, MC. If I don't go now Lucifer will be mad."

That was how he left you. He sprung a surprise attack on you, then left just as quickly. You were more discombobulated than needy, so you decided to just return to your room to relax before joining the brothers for dinner later that evening.

It was a fuss like usual when Beel was the one on cooking duty. You could hear the commotion from the kitchen, and you knew either dinner was going to be late or you would be ordering take out again. After an hour passed, famished and tired of waiting at the table, the proposal to eat out was brought up. You weren't entirely up for going to a restaurant, but the majority voted yes, so you didn't have much choice. You were the last to walk out, lingering behind the brothers.

As you stepped a foot over the threshold of the doorway, you felt a sudden force around your waist and you were pulled back into the House of Lamentation, the door closing firmly in front of you. You noticed the familiar hold from the firm yet gentle hug, and you let out a shaky breathe you had unconsciously sucked in.

You were going to have to put a bell on this boy, because this was the second time he had caught you off guard way too easily. You were confused, though, because you were sure you had seen Beel be the first one out the door.

Twisting as best as you could to see him, Beel had a soft blush on his cheeks and his eyes avoided yours. When you asked him what he was doing, he admitted that while he was kinda hungry, it wasn't necessarily for food.

You assumed he had filled up mostly from the food meant for dinner, otherwise he never would have turned down a trip to Hell's Kitchen. It was a gracious turn of events that you weren't going to pass up though!

After you pried yourself from his embrace, you sheepishly tugged him to your room. It wasn't too long before he had picked up where he had abandoned his earlier encounter with you, now on your bed. His height completely submerged you in his shadow before he leaned down and started placing hungry kisses on your neck and collarbone.

The heat in your stomach reignited when you felt his hand slip under your shirt, his hot skin against yours causing you to shudder in response.

You felt Beel lift your shirt higher, tugging it under your weight, and you paused him long enough to remove the clothing entirely, allowing him complete access to your upper body. He had just started a fresh trail of kisses down you chest when you felt him shift above you, leaving an absence of his warmth, and you opened your eyes to see that, no, he hadn't left, but he was more interested in your left hip. You looked down to see what had caught his interest.

On your side were fresh bruises that you hadn't noticed before, most definitely from the tight grasp Beel had held you with from earlier. He'd never left a mark on you before. Beel had been careful about his touches and strength whenever he got a bit rough.

If you had known you had bruises you would have revered them in awe and adoration. You felt tingles of excitement shoot through your nerves that set off your arousal more as you studied the sizes and shapes. The bruises were like fingerprints on your skin, like Beel had accidentally claimed you as his. Despite your excitement over these bruises, you noticed a regretful expression on his face, and it donned on you Beel wasn't finding these marks as interesting as you.

You touched Beel's arm to get his attention. You saw the unmerited guilt the moment your eyes locked. He opened his mouth, probably to start an apology, but you cut him off before he could say anything. You explained to him that you hadn't even felt anything to indicate that he had done anything to you. The fact that you had been "injured" was news to you as well. You reassured him that he hadn't done anything wrong with a soft kiss.

His worried frown relaxed gradually, but his gaze went back to your hip, rubbing his thumb over the brown-bluish spots before leaning down and kissing your pelvis. His lips sent a shockwave into your nerves that sent an irrepressible tremble through your body.

"I was worried I hurt you with the way I grabbed you earlier. I'm glad you're not hurt, MC."

You couldn't help the smile that spread on your lips, and you brought his face back to yours, caressing a hand behind his neck. "You can be as rough with me as you want, Beel. I want you to mark me as yours."

There was a moment that passed as you felt your cheeks burn from the admission and Beel's wide-eyed stare, and in the next moment Beel roughly pinned you against your bed and kissed you, deeper and more intensely than any prior kisses. It was like a switch had been flipped, and you stumbled to keep up with his sudden intensity.

Infatuated

Mammon x GN MC

Pronouns: You | POV: Second

Tags: Soft smut, intense emotional feelings, 18+

My AO3

Dim flickering from the forgotten movie playing in the background set a soft ambience in your bedroom as you sat on top of Mammon. The shifting light gave his eyes a soft gleaming effect, and the flecks of gold in them glowed, intensifying the look of absolute adoration and tenderness Mammon was showing you.

You felt him in you, the pulsating heat making you clench around him and a smoldering hotness tingled your whole body. You thought you might melt with the passion that engulfed you.

Mammon nuzzled into your hand as you cupped one of his cheeks – it felt flushed and hot – and kissed the edge of the palm. You traced your thumb along his lips, soft yet dry. Inwardly, you wanted to drink up everything he had to offer you. Sliding your hand down, you lightly gripped his throat, feeling the faint palpitations of his heart under his skin.

You tilted his head back, and a shadow enveloped his glimmering eyes into dark blue pools that had you transfixed. If you gazed long enough, the yearning greed that resided in them threatened to drown you.

Mammon brought you back into the moment with a shift of his hips, pressing into you, and you startled, surprised by the sudden movement. It made the embers in your stomach stir wildly. You wanted to prolong the intimate connection, of feeling him being in you, but it was intolerable to keep waiting for much longer.

Pressing your legs into the mattress, tightening their grip against Mammon’s waist, you lifted yourself up, feeling an intense aching of emptiness, though, only for a moment. You lowered back onto Mammon too quickly, and a hot pleasure jolted your nerves. Your mind went fuzzy for a second, and the only thing you could think to do was remember Mammon. You gripped his hands tightly, digging your nails into skin, pressing your moist palms together to stay tethered to one another, the only physical anchor you had to keep from slipping into the mental state of euphoria that was eclipsing you from everything else unrelated to Mammon.

You concentrated on him - on his expressions, every crease and pinch of his eyebrows, the way his mouth trembled and broke apart for little sucks of air or breathless gasps. He must have felt you looking at him – as he always seems to do when you linger watching him too long, captivated by all his actions and smiles – because his eyes fluttered open. He returned your dazed stare with a fervent one. His grip equalled your own, and somehow that little action provoked you more, tingling sensations shooting through your arms.

You felt him so deeply. Mammon lifted and heaved, moving in tandem with your own movements.

You wanted to indulge in every sense. Internalize, memorize, fix in your mind every waking moment of this night – each quivered sigh and warbled moan, the mixing smells of natural scents and his cologne and sweat and lust, all the touches, intentional and not, light and possessive. The way Mammon was shaping your insides. The way you felt elated and content and loved. The way your heart ached from loving him so much. The way it hurt so much. You wanted to savor it all.

It was too much, though, the physical feelings and emotions rolling through you like a hurricane. Hot pleasure erupted through your body, euphoric spasms sapping your energy with each shudder. You dropped forward, a lack of strength from exhaustion, but caught yourself from completely falling.

Arms embraced you into their hold and tugged you down. Resting against Mammon’s chest, you heard the racing heartbeats settling, and it stirred something inside you. You were the cause of his accelerated heart rate, his labored breathing, the blissful look he had resting while hugging you. Like how he had so many effects on you, this was what you were capable of doing to him.

You buried your face into his neck, peppering it with kisses, light ones and deep ones that would definitely leave marks. You shifted to reach his clavicle, and you started suckling against his salty skin, marring it with a trail of love bites to the other side. By the time you were done, it looked like a necklace of red marks.

Like, MC makes Lucifer stand still while they pour salt around him. Lucifer is just tired and irritated, but he's also curious to see this play out. MC seems so triumphant that this will work, and Lucifer just steps right over it with a smug smile on his face and walks away, telling MC to clean up the mess.

Mammon gets trapped in a salt ring because MC tricked him to let them test it on him as payback at him stealing their stuff, and now he's stuck. MC is so utterly convinced this will burn Mammon when he tries to escape that Mammon is afraid to touch the border. FYI, he can totally leave the ring and be fine. He's just stuck there as MC walks away, proud of their experiment finally working.

Beel would be a terrible demon to try this on. As soon as MC finishes the circle the salt is already being licked up by Beel, and MC is struck by disgust and awe that he would just do that.

I was thinking of starting a Discord myself if enough interest was garnered because I have a loose but defined idea in mind for what I would like it to be. It would be for Obey Me, the Ike series, or other otome/visual games and the like, but it would be like a... workshop of sorts, for writers ideally in mind. Like a community for fanfiction creators to talk about their OCs/MCs/fics/AUs/etc.

I can just imagine him rag sticking out of his back pocket, hands dirtied with grease, and a smile on his face as he leans over the engine, wrench in hand. He's got music playing over a stereo or radio he brought outside as he hums along with the tunes as he works.

Then you come out and bring him a drink cause you know this man hasn't paid attention to how much time has passed and really needs to take a break to eat, but hydration first. And he take it, wiping the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand, leaving a streak of black grease across it and gives you the biggest smile as he grabs the glass and nearly downs the whole thing.

And you stay, watching him, handing him a tool occasionally as he works. You climb into the driver's seat and press on the brakes for him when he asks so he can check that it's working right. You toy with the car radio that he finally got wired back up correctly and make sure to save your favorite channel (and his too, if you're feeling generous) so it's all ready to go. And then dinner rolls around, so you help him put away his tools and parts and help him pull the cover over the car for the night. And just before you both enter the house again, you reach up and wipe that grease mark that's been resting on his forehead, which he gives you shit for not telling him earlier, but you just smile.

Ahhhhh, Mechanic!Mammon owns my heart and soul!!!

I'd say I'm sorry, but you seem to be enjoying it, and I'm enjoying talking/thinking about it too!

!! Yeah, because Mammon isn't afraid to get dirty with using his hands (example in Accessories in Abundance and Christmas Tree), he probably wouldn't mind getting a bit of oil and grease and whatnot on him, but my thoughts go to what he would wear. Like, an unzipped mechanic suit revealing his chesticles is hot, but he isn't exactly going to have that kinda outfit at home. Plus, his other clothes are super expensive brand-named things, so he wouldn't casually wear those. So, I've thought of something as a stand-in: baggy jeans with a tank top and an open, kinda oversized button-up shirt with the sleeves messily rolled up. Maybe he even has something to keep his hair back! Like a headband so you can see his sweaty forehead, but him having a forehead matted with wet hair is also very appreciated.

He would definitely be playing metal music or something of that variation or maybe R&B that fits the mood for working on a car and getting amped up. He would definitely be humming to the music. He would also probably hit a high and use a wrench or something as drum sticks if he's listening to metal music!

Like, just give the man a gallon of water or hell lemonade, because if I know one thing about working on cars is that people get sweaty.

I would like to think that Mammon is handy with tools because I believe canonically he works on his own car, but I find it immensely funnier if he doesn't know the technical names for all the tools besides a wrench and the standard screwdrivers and stuff. So, he's telling you he needs that tool that looks like a wrench and functions like a wrench but isn't a wrench, and you're guessing what the hell he's talking about because there are standard wrenches of various sizes and different looks. You hand him what you think he's talking about, but he'll tell you no, no, it's the one that's bigger, the one that's got little, like, teeth in the opening, it's got an adjustable piece that helps it widen or close for the bolts and nuts. It's a spanner, btw.

Lmaooo, imagine as you're sitting in the car waiting on him to tell you to tap the breaks and you accidentally hit the accelerator pedal and scare the shit out of him because the engine revs super loudly but makes a choked noise and some clanking. You both think you just choked the car to death but it was just the engine having loose parts and not having been used in a while. He fusses at you because you scared him, but you remember his face too hilarious from being startled to really listen beyond being more careful.

Mammon is covered in sweat and grease and other car liquids and kinda smells like oil, so what if he showered because Lucifer wouldn't let Mammon come strolling in as a hot, stinky mess, and you joined after he washed himself off? :3c

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Hello, yes, pls talk to me about about Mammon as a mechanic because this has been in my head all day!

Similarly, my dad used to have an old Chevy truck that he had for a couple years and tried to spruce up, and he was massively into racing cars (we had so many racing video games and he had built a track table for track sets and we'd go to car shows), so I have some knowledge here

I can't remember when it was stated in-game, but Mammon has mentioned getting car parts for his Demonio, and I do enjoy Mammon having something to do outside of greed-related stuff and his relationship with MC, but what if we take this passion project a little further?

Mammon has mentioned liking convertibles and potentially getting one later.

So, maybe MC was looking at used cars, and they stumble across this beautiful convertible. Something about it strikes their fancy, and they tell Mammon about it. Well, turns out the body is the only thing working on it, so the car is selling for cheap. Apparently, something strikes a chord with Mammon as well, and he decides to get it

Next thing you know Mammon has this car, and he has parts and pieces scattered around the area of the yard the car is parked in at the HoL. He's working really diligently on it, and it kinda becomes his hyperfixation for a bit.

Also, Mammon does have a habit of really concentrating and getting absorbed in what he's working on (an example in his card Abundant Accessories), so this is definitely possible, and MC has a habit of staring at Mammon when he gets into a certain state of mind (examples in Abundant Accessories and You Always Ride Shotgun). I think they like watching him when he gets like this, and I do believe they would enjoy watching Mammon, even if their surprise visit does get ignored.

:meaning: to find again; to regain

Mammon x MC

Pronouns: N/A | POV: Third (limited) from Mammon

Tags: N/A

An assortment of rings was sprawled on the glass table, strewn about it messily. Mammon, perched on the edge of his couch in his room, his hands on his knees, clenching the fabric of the jeans, leaned over the glistening metals of silver, gold, and platinum. Concentration scrunched his face into a serious frown. His eyes flicked and roamed over the mess, pausing short moments to scrutinize a section he had already checked and rechecked prior. Releasing the grip he had on his pants, Mammon danced a hand around the rings, scattering them to new places and scrambling the previous pattern. He reclined back and took another long look before he slumped his shoulders in defeat.

It was missing. An elegantly contoured standalone ring that curved around a cut of citrine that balanced well with the yellow tones. It was flashy, unique, and was the main attraction of a beautifully handcrafted gold stack set with simple, refined bands paired with it. Mammon had bought it with MC during an outing to town when they had seen a pair of matching gold and silver rings.

Mammon had noticed while rummaging through his jewelry box, looking for dispensable valuables for some easy cash, that the main piece was absent. The bands were cozily stuffed in their grooves, but there was a vacant spot between them. His desire for money had quickly fizzled out as he dumped the contents of the box and scavenged its contents. At this point, though, he had to accept it was missing.

A gnawing feeling of concern unsettled him, but he calmed it with thoughts of reassurance that the ring had simply been misplaced. It had to be in his room. He would find it.

Mammon searched around in the usual areas he found missing things, inspected around the edges of furniture, on surfaces he placed stuff absentmindedly, and the odd spots that it might have rolled off to if he had dropped it without noticing. However, the longer Mammon scoured and turned his room upside down, the more dread and panic balled up within him. He felt desperate and trying to keep a cool head was becoming hard.

When was the last time I saw that ring? Where would I’a placed it? Did I use it as compensation at a casino? No, not with that ring. Think, dammit! MC left a couple of days ago, so maybe they coulda taken it with them? No, I remember wearin’ it when they left. Why would they even have it?? Arrgh!!

Normally, he would just replace whatever he lost, but this was different. It was too personal. That ring wasn't replaceable; it had sentimental value. The loss was beginning to emotionally impact Mammon. It felt wrong that he’d lost something MC had given him. He’d been careless.

Amidst his frenzied thoughts, a stray notion of possibility made him pause and wonder, temporarily calming him. Without second guessing it, Mammon left his room with a sliver of hope and walked with a controlled urgency down the hallway.

He had barged in plenty of times before, freely and without warning, but now, with MC off in the human world with Lucifer, it almost felt invasive to just enter their bedroom. Mammon hesitated in front of the door, but eventually, he opened it and peeked inside the dark room. He felt around for the light switch, and the darkness shrunk to shadows.

Mammon glanced around, briefly taking in the familiar layout, before he began his search. He checked alongside the bed, under the pillows on the floor, and in the bathroom he sometimes shared with MC. As he passed the dresser a stray glimpse caught his attention on something familiar. Amongst a small collection of trinkets, he saw the ring resting at an angle on top of its silver-colored twin. A rush of relief flooded through Mammon as he picked it up and protectively held it close to his chest, clenching it tightly.

Alongside the excitement and reassurance, another feeling presented itself, inflating and swelling over dying anxiety. It was an emotion that had been visiting him a lot lately. At first, it’d been subtle and easy to ignore, but it had grown to a heavy, weighted feeling in his chest that seeped uneasiness into his stomach that mixed into a cocktail of excitement and anticipation. It would ignite itself spontaneously whenever MC was around or, even sometimes, when simply mentioned.

Mammon felt sulky, suddenly, as he stood in the vacant room. It felt odd being in there, even if some of his own things had made a home in the bedroom. It was only natural, considering he spent so much time in there. The discomfort ached and stung. It was lonely without them. He was lonely without them.

Looking at the warmed metal in his hand, Mammon felt the euphoric sentiment brim again. He indulged in it and thought of MC, quelling the loneliness. He was giddy about them returning. He was excited to be able to talk to them. He was looking forward to being around them again. Mammon was so intoxicated at the concept of seeing MC again, even though it had only been a short time since they left, and he wondered why.

A random ping from his D.D.D. brought him out of his reflections, and awareness of his situation dawned on him. What would it look like if someone were to barge in and see him with a piece of expensive jewelry while MC was gone? He had been through that scenario enough times to know he should leave before he got caught.

As he closed the door to their bedroom, Mammon hesitated with his hand still on the knob. A realizing thought creeped into him that he might be developing a deeper longing, an affectionate fondness, for MC. He felt his face heat up at that prospect, but if that overwhelming disruption of his emotions because of a missing ring was any sign to go by, maybe Mammon actually had fallen for the human.

This post is about the culinary and beverages of the Devildom. Not all of the foods and drinks are listed, because I have left out the foods that are either in the apps or limited foods for Special Guest. I also probably missed some, so I guess I might update this post if I come across any.

>>Drinks:

-Juices 🧃

Mutated pomegranate juice (Apparently, good for your skin)

Hell lemon juice

Grudge juice

-Dairy 🥛

Hell milk (makes you grow in massive size)

-Coffee ☕

Hell coffee

Lament coffee

Ultra-carbonated death coffee

Frappucino:

Blushberry frappucino

Dark hell mocha chip cream frappucino

-Soda 🥤

Hell cola

Hell soda

Bloody soda

-Energy drinks

Centillion Buzz (highly potent and can raise the dead)

-Tea 🍵🧋

Hell tea

Hell lemon tea

Second flush Darjeeling tea

Cheshire Cat Grass Tea (Incredibly rare)

Types of bufo egg milk tea:

Bufo egg milk tea

Hell poison honey flavor

-Alcohol 🍶🍷

Cemetery tequila

Demonus: (many variations;; I didn't save those because I didn't think about Demonus having different types like editions or aging versions)

Cowboy Demonus

Blue Demonus

Red Demonus

Cocktails:

Siren's Song