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fav thing about obey me is that the characters love you regardless of whether you romance them or not. like you are special to them always.
lucifer still lets you chill in his office and listen to classical records with him while he does paperwork. he still makes smug ass comments that will end up with you cursing him out and him laughing about it. he still makes sure that you’re keeping up with everything well enough, that it’s not overwhelming you. he still confides in you about his fears and worries about himself and his brothers. he still looks out for you and checks in your make sure you’re doing alright in RAD.
mammon is still your dumbass best friend who takes you out the casino because he swears you’re the luckiest person he’s ever met. he still whines and complains about stupid shit to you like getting scammed or getting in trouble for another one of his schemes. he still holes up for movie nights in your room every night there’s no work to be done the next day. he still holds pride in the fact that he was the first demon to see how amazing you are and make a pact about it. (don’t bring up how that pact came to be for your own sake. he still sulks like a madman!!)
leviathan still watches shows and plays games with you. he still farms on your accounts for you so you can pull for that one character you really like. he still stays holed up in his room with you counting the clock to midnight, preparing for the next merch drop with plans to clear out the whole shop. he still trusts you with his insecurities and vulnerabilities, enough to be sincere and genuine in his excitement when talking to you. he still opens up to you because you will always be his Henry no matter what.
satan still takes you to cat cafes and holds a two person book club with you. he still helps you study when you need it and even when you don’t. he still barges into your room to bitch about his latest annoyance. he still trusts you with the parts of himself that he still isn’t sure is really him or maybe a remnant of his brother left inside him by mistake. still makes sure not to let anyone disrespect you in class, because if they do they only have three seconds to run.
asmodeus still drags you to his self care nights. slathers a face mask on you and shares the latest gossip and drama. still buys you pretty things that he thought would look nice on you, or reminded him of you. he still makes sure no one’s talking behind your back, makes sure that you’re doing okay. he’s still comfortable enough to vegetate with you, and let down all pretenses and masks; you are always going to be someone he is comfortable baring himself to. he’ll still freak out with you over stupid shit you’re excited about and he’ll still make sure you’re always good with yourself, kind to yourself.
beelzebub still takes you out to eat and clear out buffets with him weekly. he still invites you to his matches personally. he still gets excited when he sees you show up even though you’ve been attending his games consistently for years now. he still tells you about his brothers and his’ time in the celestial realm. he’ll still tell you about his sister and love you enough to feel comfortable to grieve in front of you. he still makes sure you’re always eating enough—he’s gotta make sure you’re taking care of yourself, yknow? he also still eats your leftovers even when you explicitly tell him not too. sorry. :(
belphegor still takes you to the planetarium when things are getting too much. he takes your nightmares away. makes sure you sleep well. he still drags you down for a nap whenever he feels like it. he still tells you about how he misses his sister, about how he misses his brothers sometimes even though they’re still here, just different. he still trusts you enough to admit that sometimes, he misses himself, and who he was before all this. and then after all that, he still flicks you on the nose and calls you annoying because before he is an avatar of sin he is the spoiled baby of the family, and he knows you’ll always be there to snark right back.
sorry it just. moves me. like you truly do become a part of these seven guys’ found family no matter what. even if you reject every single possible romance option they will still love you and protect you and look out for you and snap at you and annoy you and not even be sorry about it. because you are special to them!!! you will always be someone important to them!!!!
The concept of being instinctively scared of the OBM brothers…
Specifically Mammon cuz he’s the only one I actually like.
Couldn’t find a picture so pls don’t mind the bald post 😀
Tags: gn!reader, mostly sub!reader, more demon-like mammon, he’s still super sweet tho, power imbalance, consensual power play/fear play, smut under the cut
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I really wish we got to see more of like a scarier human and demon dynamic. Like, I feel like they could’ve leaned into more of like an uncanny valley kinda things, because they look like humans but aren’t. And the fact that demons directly harm humans? Could’ve put in some type of like instinctive fear that mc and the guys have to get over to get closer, ykwim?
ANYWAYS, I especially like this concept with Mammon, because he’s the least scary one out of all the demons…seeing as he’s the only one who never hurts or kills you. I don’t wanna change that or make him more aggressive, I just think there would be some inherent dread about getting close to him and his brothers.
I imagine you can get over it or learn to ignore it pretty quick, since you’re living with all of them. The feeling goes away quicker with Mammon, because you feel safest with him and he’s the first demon you make a pact with. The icky feeling in your stomach slowly dissipates over time as you become friends, then something more.
BUUUT…it comes back stronger than ever whenever you and Mammon are getting more intimate.
The first time it happens, you’re both terrified. You’d deepened the kiss more than usual, pressing closer until he pulled you onto his lap. In the rare privacy of his room, things hot heated quickly, more so than usual. Mammon’s hands caressed your waist and hips at first, but when you started grinding down on him and his grip tightened…something in you screamed to get away.
You lurched back, eyes wide and frightened while your hands gripped his wrists tight to pull them off. Mammon stopped immediately, of course, and you both stayed frozen for a moment as your actions sunk in. Once they had, he immediately let go and spoke up all confused, scared he’d somehow hurt you without realizing it. It took a second to calm him down, to explain that you hadn’t meant to pull back, it just…happened.
Well, the mood was ruined after that. Mammon got all serious about it, looking in every book on humans in the library for some type of explanation. You spent more time thinking about it before finally landing on an explanation. The feeling was exactly like the one you first got whenever you got here- icky and cold- but so much stronger. This time, it was heavy, an uncontrollable urge to fight and push and run away from the inherent danger that is your very docile demon boyfriend.
Once you both come to the conclusion that intimacy with him caused some type of survival instinct to trigger, Mammon is painfully careful with you. Every touch is slow, every kiss is controlled, and he never pushes for more. Like, ever.
Only when you get impatient do you demand him to give you more. You have to sit him down and explain very clearly that you are not scared of him. You trust him more than anyone. It’s just an uncontrollable little tick, an involuntary instinct that you try your best to push down. It takes a lot of convincing, but eventually Mammon is open to just…’ignoring’ it if you try to jerk away, but he focuses intently on differentiating between instinctive movements and intentional ones.
It’s hard for him at first, because he never wants you to be scared of him. It almost hurts when you flinch or jerk or squirm or tear up…but, well…Mammon has instincts too.
God, he’s ashamed of how hard it makes him. He feels his mouth water when you grab his wrists. His pupils dilate when you flinch. He bites down a growl when you gasp or whimper in fear. His eyes glow a greedy gold when you squirm away. His grip tightens when you try to push back against him. And his cock throbs when you tear up and cry. Yeah, you have to fight down your instincts, but so does Mammon. I mean, you wouldn’t feel the need to run if he didn’t feel the need to possess.
He swears up and down that it doesn’t happen, that he has more control than that…but you both know he’s lying. Mammon gets off on your instinctive fear, because his own instincts crave it. It feels almost gross at first, almost a bit…morally concerning. But then you both realize that even if there’s some primal little predator-and-prey kinda thing going on, you both trust and love each other enough that it’s completely consensual. And it can be kinda…hot.
Once again, he goes painfully slow. You both hash out all the details together- boundaries, safe-words, pain thresholds. It’s extremely important to Mammon that you both know exactly how far you can go with this before it gets potentially dangerous…Dangerous for you, that is, because once you both get comfortable it can get intense.
Mammon is never overly rough, of course, but he uses your instincts to his advantage. He’ll corner you on purpose, snickering at the way you shrink back but blush and beg so prettily for him. One of his hands will pin both your wrists down, not budging an inch as you desperately try to tug out of his grip, meanwhile you’re moaning his name. His sharp teeth will graze over your neck, over that soft part that would bleed out if he bit it hard enough. You know he’d never do it, but it makes you tear up and sob quietly even as you squeeze around his cock.
And of course…his actual demon form. The most drastic change isn’t his physical appearance…it’s the aura he exudes. It gets so much stronger when he’s like this- really the Avatar of Greed. The dread crawls up your spine, covering your body in goosebumps and making you feel all clammy. Your brain goes fuzzy with fear even when he’s across the room, eyes wide and feet instinctively stumbling back. Mammon watches you, approaching carefully to assess your feelings but grinning lightly at the sight of you. He can’t help the way he just loves seeing a human cower before him, especially in his true form.
You’re in tears before he even touches you, your brain screaming ‘run, run, RUN’ despite the way you reach for him. Mammon coos and wipes your tears, making sure you still want him before pulling you closer and locking his arms around you so you can’t run. You grab at him with shaking hands, knees nearly giving out from how powerful the fear is, and yet you’ve never been more turned on.
I feel like Mammon would get more and more cocky about it as he gets more turned on and more into it, soft coos turning to teases. “Ya okay? Promise?” “Not gonna hurt ya, sugar.” “Shh, shh…ya keep shakin’ like that and I’m gonna lose it…” “So damn pretty when you cry…keep goin’ f’me.” “That’s it…don’t fight it, babe, jus’ feel me.” “Ya like this?…Yeah, ya do…” “Heh…’ts cute when you try an’ push me away, treasure.”
He might even let you get away sometimes, just so he can catch you again. Mammon loves watching you stumble when he lets go, your eyes widening in surprise as you look back at him, so startled but fully comprehending what he wants. In those moments, you allow your instincts to take over, your legs carrying you frantically away from him.
Mammon watches fondly, a low growl building in his throat that he quickly pushes down. He’s not really hunting you, no no no. Never. He’s just…playing with you. And when it’s his turn, he’s behind you in an instant. It almost feels like he teleported there, but he’s just that fast. An embarrassing shriek leaves your lips as he hugs you snugly back against him mid-stride. It doesn’t even hurt because he’s always so gentle, his hands caressing your waist as he murmurs reassurances in your ear and presses his bulge against your ass.
But, of course, he’s still Mammon. Once you’re both all fucked-out and exhausted, he’s immediately helping you calm down and relax. He’d clean you up all gently, whispering now and rubbing gently at your flinching legs and hands. You keep your eyes shut, focusing on steadying yourself and feeling the weight in your chest slowly dissipate. Once you’re clean, he’d get in bed and comfort you until the trembling stops completely, massaging your hips and kissing your head.
It takes a little bit, but he always gets you back down to earth. It’s an amazing display of trust, really, the way you cling to him even when everything in your body wants to get away from him. But Mammon cherishes that trust, and he’d rather die than betray it…which is why he’ll never tell you how much of a handle he really has to keep on his own instincts.
You sometimes forget how strong demons really are. You never thought of them as your equal from the start, because you are only a human, a fragile one at that. You know you can get hurt easily, crushed by things they would barely notice, even if you try your best to protect yourself. Most of the time, they are careful, but there are moments when they forget that your body is not made to handle their strength.
One time, you were talking with Diavolo, standing close as he laughed loudly at something you said. He laughed so hard that his stomach hurt, and without thinking, he gave you a friendly pat on the back.
It sent you straight to the ground. You hit the floor before you even realized what happened. Diavolo froze, then panicked, immediately apologizing over and over, fussing over you with so much guilt that he completely forgot for a moment that his strength was never normal to begin with.
Another time, Belphie was asleep with his head on your lap. You were relaxed, gently playing with his hair, until he shifted in his sleep and his demon tail suddenly slapped your face.
Mammon, who was right beside you, immediately shouted at Belphie for hurting you. Later, when you checked, there was a bruise forming on your cheek. You didn’t even expect it to bruise.
You and Levi were late for a convention, and he grabbed your arm and started running, panic pushing him forward as he dragged you along. It was only later that you noticed the marks on your arm, dark and sore from how tightly he held you. None of them ever meant to hurt you, but moments like these reminded you again and again that you are human, and they are demons.
You ended up scolding them again and command them to not touch you for a week because there are bruises everywhere, you need to let it heal somehow or else people gonna assume the worse.
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With a fem!MC that is attracted to their demon forms
Characters: Lucifer, Mammon and Leviathan (x reader, separately)
Setting: friends with feelings. Everyone is horny
Part 1 (context fic) , Part 3 (younger brothers) , Part 4 (dateables)
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Requested by Anon: Do you perhaps accept suggestive requests? I've always thought about how the demon brothers are quite literally still demons. And as you probably know— emphasis on probably — there are people out there who LIKE (dare I say, turned on) when it comes to them being all demonic and stuff. With their forms, or just the stuff they do? I wonder how'd they'd feel about MC who doesn't run away but is even turned on by it?? It's usually in dark romance (the ones in the past, not the ones now.) where the ML does evil things for the FL lol (like k*lling someone for her) If this isn't something you're comfortable with, feel free to ignore + delete this! But if you decide to add it to your list, I'm honored ❣️
C/W: possesiveness, mention of control as seduction, fighting others to impress you, a tiny bit of sexual harrasment, violence works on MC and she is a bit turned on by blood, Levi has a tail and will not hesitate to use it
A/N: THERE WILL BE ANOTHER PART WITH THE YOUNGER BROTHERS
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The brothers keep learning new things about you, but this fact has to be their favourite one so far.
Ever since they accidentally discovered what you really thought about their demonic features, almost none of them has given you a moment of peace. From faint touches when they walk past you to secure grips around your back when they go in for a hug or hiding their faces in the crook of your neck when you cuddle during movie nights, all they do now is make you painfully aware of their presence.
And, had it been any other situation, you would’ve said you preferred the way life used to be before: back when all they needed to make you feel at peace was their company and a welcoming house to come back to at the end of the day; but thing is… you kinda enjoy how things are working at the moment.
Despite your friendship now balancing on the line between platonic trust and flirty uncertainty, there is an expectation in the air that keeps your body buzzing whenever any of them are near.
The whole House of Lamentation feels like its protecting itself against a potential explosion inside its walls, different from all the floods and brutal fights it’s already suffered.
Even the crows from the cemetery aren’t moving, waiting for something to happen and finally burst the bubble.
They’re teasing you, you know that, but they’re also testing the waters. They’re trying to figure out how far they can get with you before you break and either shut them off or bring them closer; entering your personal space more than a normal friend would without fully touching you or committing to their actions.
It’s infuriating, and stimulating, and it makes you wake up every day with your blood on fire and a bounce in your gait.
It also makes you pay attention to every single detail in their demeanour.
It’s obvious that, beyond the obvious gravitational pull between your bodies, they’re also trying to use what truly makes them demons to their advantage. Their animalistic instincts, their primitive needs, their sins. Preening themselves around you, going as far as to grab your chin to focus your attention solely on them; standing right behind you whenever you’re talking to one of your classmates, close enough to feel their steady heartbeats under their quiet breathing (your poor friend never tried to talk to you in private again); and even dragging you out of the cafeteria to have an intimate lunch in the school’s gardens.
It’s nothing necessarily romantic, nor sexual, but it is possessive and incriminating. They’re setting things clear: they’re claiming the attraction between you.
Lucifer, who finds you waiting under a colonnade during the pouring rain, offers to shelter you with his wings, ever the gentleman (hydrophobic feathers are rather convenient). He smiles when you accept, hiding a sultry expression behind lowered eyelids and courteous words, and drops the set of wings closest to you until the soft ends are caressing the top of your head.
If you think his touch is gentle, you’re wrong. You can’t even take two steps before his other set of wings blocks your way and engulfs you in black silk and thin tendrils of light. You look up, frowning without any real complain, but nothing comes out of your mouth. His hair is wet, glued to his forehead, and the red in his eyes contrast nicely against his pale skin. He is taking his sweet time studying every feature in your face, but it isn’t until thunder startles you and you collide with his wing when you try and take a step back that you realize what’s happening.
He’s protecting you from the rain and the cold, yes, but he’s also caging you with him, keeping you close in his own conditions. There’s a hint of ownership in the way he holds your elbows and makes you place your hands on his chest, and in the curl his wings form around your body.
You’re under his control, and he wants you to know that.
Mammon isn’t one for violence, but he’ll teach anyone a lesson anytime of the day if that means he can get your attention. You’re minding your business and some guy talked shit to you? Guess who’s in his face sizing him up for a brawl. There’s a girl from RAD who pushed you out of the way after the bell rang? She won’t even look at you in the eye anymore. One of the customers at Hell’s Kitchen is trying to eat you? They won’t be able to eat solids after he’s done with them.
And when one of the patrons at the casino tries to feel up your skirt when you’re leaning over the roulette wheel?
He won’t let you see anything, in the sense that he’s too fast for your human eyes to process what’s happening, but you can hear the thump of a body colliding against the table with brutal force and the sickening crunch of bones breaking in response. One moment, there is someone beside you, and the next, they’re trembling at your feet, moaning in pain and mumbling incoherencies.
You know something is seriously wrong with you, when, instead of feeling nausea at the sight of blood and misplaced limbs, you get giddy with excitement and expectation.
Mammon is standing right in front of you, forever beautiful in his demon form. His white markings point down, directly where his belt rests low on his hips, and you wish you could trace it with your fingers. You wish you could undo the belts around his ribs, too, and feel the beating of his heart amidst the violence. Pull him towards you by his high collar, right next to that trembling body that’s rapidly losing consciousness.
You get distracted from your own filth only when his wings start shaking from contained energy, making drops of blood fall off the boney spikes.
He has never let you touch those spikes, endearingly calling you weird for trying, but the only thing you’re thinking about right now is how your tongue would feel if you licked their length. Would they puncture? Would they slit?
Judging by his open-wide eyes and his laboured breath, you can tell he wants to let you figure that out too.
You would never expect anything over the top from sweet Leviathan. He has always preferred to explore your friendship in private moments: in the inside jokes only you two understand and in the genuine vulnerability that blooms when you are alone. Besides, he doesn’t think he deserves your recognition and your appreciative eyes more than any of his brothers do to begin with, so of course he would wait until he had you in his room to take a chance on his advances.
You’re both playing Devil Kart on the floor, sharing a blanket and using pillows to cushion your heads, when you notice something slender slithering towards you under the covers. Your body tenses on instinct, thinking he got another snake and didn’t tell you, and he does the exact same; the unknown tendril stops in its tracks, his face turns pink, and understanding fills you. It takes a quick glance out of the corner of your eye to figure out he’s in his demon form, but it’s easy to relax again and slide down as a sign of surrender, hoping he gets the hint.
Not smiling once his tail resumes its path it’s almost impossible.
It starts by grabbing your ankle (and it almost feels innocent, like those times you hold each other’s hands when there’s a crowd), but it doesn’t take too long until it’s sliding up your leg, letting your skin get used to the smoothness of his scales. They’re slightly cold and humid, but not wet. It clashes nicely against the warmth radiating from your body, and you get goosebumps when you notice the tip sneaking under the hem of your shorts, as if asking for permission.
The race in the TV abruptly comes to an end. You’re 12th. He’s 9th. It’s an obvious stain in his record, but, judging by his feverish look, he doesn’t care about the game at all.
“Can you control the whole length?” you ask in a trivial manner, like you’re just being curious about another part of his body.
“Yeah” he chokes out. His voice is quiet, but not weak, and it sets you on fire.
Before you open your mouth again, his tail withdraws and travels downwards, closing around your ankle securely. He tugs you towards him, hesitantly, and your legs open ever so slightly.
👉👈 mammon teaching a shy mc how to make out? him simulataneously being so so excited that he gets to teach them and nervous bc !!! it’s mc !!! fuck yeahhh !!!!!
maybe a little body worship as well.. look just saying he should be feeling up my fat tits and tummy and tilting my head so he can get his tongue in my mouth !!!!! nb or fem reader whichever you prefer for this if you get to it ^^
(fem!reader)
growing up quiet and introverted, you'd missed out on a lot of experiences. relationships, first dates and holding hands, kissing. it was all foreign to you, and having to say it out loud was so embarrassing, you just wanted the floor to open up and swallow you whole. but mammon had gotten the idea that your hesitation in taking your relationship further came from disinterest in him and not from a lack of experience. so, now here you were, face hotter than the sun as you explained the fact that he was your first.. everything.
eyes down cast, you miss the way his entire face lights up like a firework at the news, heart racing in his chest as he ran your words over in his head. he bragged about being your 'first pact' to everyone any chance he got, but being your first boyfriend? the first to take you out on a date? first kiss? oh. oh wow. he could probably lift the entire house up with one hand right now.
taking a deep breath in to get his emotions under control, he scooted closer to your side and wrapped his arm around you, tugging you in close and rubbing soothing circles over your arm . "that's totally cute.. don't be embarrassed 'bout it, them human boys aint deserving of ya anyways," he says, voice soft and comforting as he presses a sweet kiss to your temple, "now ya get the honor of havin' yer first times with the great mammon! cmon, smile!" his fingers press into the sensitive, soft flesh of your side, ticklish, and you squirm, giggling quietly as you pressed into him, seeking more comfort. "you're stupid," you mumble playfully, and he gasps dramatically, scooping you up into his arms and plopping you down in his lap, warm hands holding your face between his rough palms. "stupid?! y'know i eat disrespectful lil humans, right? ya better watch out!"
you laugh more at his threat, shoulders shaking with each giggle that escapes you, and he smiles widely despite just threatening to eat you, relieved to see that insecure, sad expression erased off your face. thumb rubbing over the corner of your mouth, he's suddenly hit with the weight of being your first. he can't mess up here, he'd never forgive himself for ruining your first kiss, and the thought of you going around with that memory of him has his stomach twisting nervously. he'd die of embarrassment, and he wants to spend–at least– another millennium with you, so he just cant drop dead yet. sucking in a deep breath through his nose, he squishes your cheeks between his hands and leans in close to bump his nose into yours. "kissin' aint too scary. well, like, there's the possibility of them biting yer tongue off–but! agh! dont think 'bout that! yer tongue's safe with me, promise!"
seeing him fumble, obviously feeling just as nervous as you, is comforting. you can feel your body slowly relaxing into his hold, reaching up to fidget with the collar of his shirt to keep your hands busy. "i trust you," you murmur softly, breath brushing against mammon's lips with how close you two are, and mammon whines in response, squishing your face until your lips pucker as a wave of cuteness aggression washes over him. it really wasn't fair! this must be the true punishment michael had in store for him, sending the sweetest little human girl to torment him with her soft words and complete trust in him. he seriously might have to eat you at this point. "good.. ya can trust me with anythin', yknow that? dont go to anyone else, just come right to me, always." you nod in agreement immediately, and mammon lets out a long sigh of relief before slowly pushing forward those scant inches between you.
gentle and sweet, that's what your first kiss is.
so simple, just lips pressed to yours, but your heart feels like it's about to beat out of your chest. you were so excited you'd forgotten to close your eyes, and when mammom peeks at you, he jumps a little, carefully pulling back as his face flushes. "h-hey! close yer eyes, yeah? cmon," gentle thumbs press against your eyelids, and you mumble a quiet apology as you let them fall closed. mammon's lips find yours again once he's sure you'll keep your eyes closed, and this time the kiss is firmer, confident. he releases your face to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you in against his chest while rubbing his palms up and down the length of his back. his teeth find your bottom lip, gently scraping over the sensitive flesh before soothing it with a sweet lick, and you poke your tongue out to return it, tongue meeting his. a little groan vibrates against your mouth, and mammon squeezes your sides tight as he tries to tug you in even closer. "ah, open yer mouth f'me, mkay? just a lil bit," he whispers, and you listen without a thought, parting your lips.
his tongue is in your mouth not a second later, dragging over every inch of space he can reach, and it feels good. the thought of it is strange, someone's tongue in your mouth, but a quiet moan builds in your throat the longer it goes on, your own tongue hesitantly pressing against his as you try your best to copy what mammon's doing. and mammon's gone, brain turned to mush the second he heard that little noise come from you. on cloud nine, he's moving purely on instinct when his hands come up to hold your jaw, applying enough pressure to get your mouth to open wider as he deepens the kiss, pushing in closer and closer until you end up on your back underneath him. he can't get enough. he's had plenty of kisses, but this is you, and you're clumsily with the way you kiss back, and your fingers are curling in his hair, and it's so perfect, he never wants it to end. hands pushing up underneath your shirt, he palms at your soft tummy, thumbs rubbing into the extra soft part underneath your bellybutton, and he wants to bite you. leave teeth marks all over the soft flesh of your tummy and trace them with his tongue. slipping up further to squeeze your tits, he wants to do the same there. pinching your nipple through the fabric of your bra, he comes back to his senses for a moment when you gasp into his mouth.
"shit–sorry, is this okay?" he asks sweetly, eyes darting around your face looking for any kind of discomfort, but all he sees is a shy little smile. "yeah, s'okay.. don't stop," you murmur to him, gently scratching over the nape of his neck, and mammon doesn't think he'd be able to pull himself away from you even if the house was collapsing on top of him. pressing back in, he catches your mouth in a sloppy kiss, spit smeared over the corners of your lips as his hands continue groping you, no longer hesitant now that he's got your permission. tugging at your bra until your tits spill out, his fingers are quick to find your sensitive nipples, pinching and tugging until you started to whine. he wanted to record all the little noises you were making right now so he could listen to them over and over on repeat, but that was something he could bring up later.
he whimpers when you tilt your head away, panting for air as more moans escaped from your swollen lips. burying his face into the crook of your neck, he mouths wetly at the skin of your throat, intending to leave more than a few marks. he wanted everyone to know he got to do this with you, that you wanted him, that you trusted him. nuzzling his nose into the space behind your ear, he nips at your earlobe playfully, smiling happily when you jump in surprise. "sooo.. rate me outta five stars," he whispers into your ear, teasing, and when you giggle he laughs with you, lifting his head to smother your cheek in kisses, "cmonnn, tell me 'm awesome..."
you swat him away, only for him to tuck his head back into the crook of your neck, wrapping you up in his arms tight. rubbing your cheek into his soft hair, you hum quietly in thought for a moment. "hmmm.... four stars."
"HAH?! FOUR?!"
i haven't had my first kiss yet, and i am nervous someone will bite my tongue off. i think about it a lot. eugh...
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Mammon stared at the little electronic safe on the living room table. It was sleek and black and had a digital display. It was roughly the size of a textbook, with a small keyboard taking up the thinnest side. A single word blinked across the display, as if to mock Mammon.
Password?
He grabbed the device with one hand and thrust it at Leviathan.
"Alright, Levi. Work your hacker magic and let's get Goldie outta this thing!"
Leviathan snorted. "Yeah, no. Lucifer'll have my head on a stick if I do that. Also, I don't know how."
With a disappointed "hmmph," Mammon turned the safe over in his hands. He knew Lucifer better than anybody. He was sure he could crack the code.
"I bet it's my birthday," he decided.
Asmodeus began to laugh. "Oh, please. As if Lucifer would use your birthday as the password."
Mammon ignored his younger brother and tried his own birthday. That failed.
"Try mine, he probably used that," Asmodeus suggested.
Mammon rolled his eyes and began inputting random words he associated with Lucifer. Monster, sadist, Pridy McPrideface. All failed, resulting in a high-pitched buzz of disappointment.
"Try 'password,'" Beelzebub suggested.
"Hah?"
"No way."
"Lucifer's not that stupid."
Mammon tried Cerberus to further disappointment.
"Lucifer knows that we know he's too smart to choose that. So he might have kept the password as the default, thinking we'd never try it," Beelzebub explained.
"That... is actually pretty clever," Leviathan admitted.
"Mammon, try it! Before you run out of tries and get locked out forever," Asmodeus encouraged.
"Gahh, fine! But I'm tellin' ya, it's not..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Mammon input password and a little green light flashed. The safe door swung open with a click.
You haven’t been paying attention to the teacher for half an hour.
To be fair, it’s hard to focus when someone keeps burning a hole into the back of your head.
You were so close to falling asleep—until the sensation arrived.
A gaze. Heavy. Like it was drilling straight through your skull. Your whole body jerked with a shudder, and you went still, your heartbeat suddenly loud.
You didn’t know who it was.
It could be a demon who wanted to kill you out of jealousy? Or a demon who wanted you for lunch?
Either way, you refused to turn around. Absolutely not.
Instead, you busied yourself. Writing colorful notes. Drawing cat doodles. Daydreaming. Anything to stop your brain from catastrophizing.
You even started planning your last words.
If you got cornered in the halls and someone tried to stab you—would you call one of the seven brothers?
Mammon. Probably Mammon. He’s a decent protector, assuming he’s in the mood to be useful.
You also considered running out the classroom the second the bell rang. Then reality reminded you that you would not outrun a demon.
Okay. Maybe you could take a peek at who you’d be running away from.
A quick look. A safe glance.
You tilted your head carefully, eyes landing on a certain white-haired man.
The demon staring at you—now that you knew the identity of—immediately jerked his head away, nearly knocking himself out of his chair.
Heat spread over his neck and up his face, blooming into an unmistakable pink flush.
“...Mammon? Are you okay?” You blinked.
In your mind, it was kind of a cute reaction. At least you knew you weren’t dying today.
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Mammon is highly possessive of you. It shows in all gestures big and small. From insisting you take the window seat so you're less visible from the train aisle, to wresting you away from his slimy brothers when they get too close. He takes out predatory loans to buy you a little something when you're feeling down. Usually treats and getaways. They're rumored to bring lovers closer together when shared, but you don't need to know about that. He reminds you that he's your first - that means he needs to be the priority in your life. Don't you forget it.
Mammon is also incredibly tsundere. "Whaddya think you're doing!?" he'll exclaim, pushing you away. His cheeks are as red as his savings account. "Tryin' to worm your way into my arms like that? Ain't never heard of a human as bold as you."
Except, he forgets that he's the one who grabbed you. Curled his arms protectively around you and pulled you into his chest as if shielding you from rains of hellfire. Guarded you from prying eyes of lesser beings and swept you away somewhere more secluded, all because a random salesman grabbed your shoulder. Only he's allowed to touch you like that. Only when his heart is ready.
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