Aimless Devotion

You eye Mammon as he raises a hand, the twitching tips of his fingers already too close to the book on the table.

"... Mammon."

He immediately snaps back - straightening his posture on the couch - as if he was never near the book to begin with. He even has the gall to whistle and look away.

The book on the table was a cursed book. A book with a curse. A book with a very, very bad curse, if Lucifer's stern warning (before he had stepped out to take a call) had been anything to go by.

'Do not touch the cursed book, Mammon,' you believe Lucifer's exact words had been.

And yet...

"Mammon..." Y

"Mammon

"Mammon." You instruct again, eyes not leaving your laptop, which was balanced on your lap. Perhaps it was the pact - or a special kind of over-exposure to Mammon-centric shenanigans - but you didn't even have to see him to know when he was on the verge of making trouble. You look up, and the sight of your demon leaning significantly more in the book's direction than before confirms your special, Mammon-sensitive sixth-sense. "Don't you have anything else to do, othet than look at the book?"

"Nope." He replies, adding a pop to the end of the word. His lips curl into a boyish, barely-innocent grin. "Just get back to your work - nothin' to see here. Nothin' to do but look at Lucifer's super-rare, antique book."

"Super-cursed antique book," you correct.

"Super-rare, worth-lots-of-cash antique book," he corrects back.

A few minutes and stern 'Mammon's later, you think you're finally getting into the groove of your report-writing. The introduction is concise, yet informative. Your conclusions aren't half-bad either; some even corroborated by messages your classmates have been sending in the class group chat. Now - if Mammon could just hold off long enough for you to round off this final page - and let you finish your work ...

...

"... meow."

- and if you could just push through with this tedious writing -

"- mmmrowwwwwwwww..."

- and if someone could just take that damn cat out of the room so you could just concentrate...!

...

... Wait.

...

Cat?

... You don't even need to look. And, yet... you still ask.

"Are you a cat now, Mammon?"

A small, cat-like whine is the only reply. In a weird way, it still sounds exactly like him.

You sigh.

"Did you touch the book, Mammon?"

"What in the blazes - ?" You whip your head around to see Lucifer, arms already crossed, standing by the living room door. You could just see the onset migraine already pounding away in his head. "Didn't I tell you not to touch the book, Mammon?"

Oikawa who randomly sends pictures of things that remind him of you. Some images are cute, some are downright insulting. He likes to keep you on your toes. (aka he thinks you’re cute when you’re mad). Iwaizumi, on the other hand, likes to randomly call to see what you’re up to. He’s not the type to sit on the phone in silence, but he likes working out to the sound of your voice or going about other tasks.

Iwaizumi who develops a soft spot for you. He becomes less irritable when you’re around, which Oikawa quickly takes advantage of.

Oikawa who is a little bitter that you used him to get closer to Iwaizumi. However, now he has an upper hand because he was friends with you first.

Iwaizumi who now loves when fangirls flock to Oikawa. While he is distracted, Iwaizumi takes the opportunity to treat you to some food.

Oikawa who blows up your phone when you disappear with Iwaizumi after he gets mobbed. He whines into a voice message that you left him to the wolves.

Iwaizumi who feels emotionally constipated when he flirts with you. He never comes off as smooth or suave as Oikawa.

Oikawa who feels you don’t take him as seriously compared to Iwaizumi. He comes off as flippant while Iwaizumi is reliable.

Oikawa and Iwaizumi whose competitive streak only increases in tenfold whenever you’re around. There’s no official score, but they just know whenever one of them is in the lead.

Iwaizumi who invites you out to the movies and Oikawa crashes the date. He remembered you mentioning wanting to see that movie! You end up awkwardly seated between them. Iwaizumi is irked while Oikawa laughs and whispers comments into your ear.

Reader who is not naive and knows how they feel. You often wonder how you got into this mess. It wasn’t as if you tried to seduce Oikawa.

He can’t help himself.

He’s gotta have just a few more minutes alone with you.

One more hug, another lingering kiss, just one more excuse to crowd into your space until whatever time you had left is long forgotten.

It doesn’t even matter what it is anymore.

Team dinners, birthdays, movie dates, reservations. You’ve officially become that couple people purposely give the wrong time to.

Because somehow, every damn time, Bokuto ends up trapping you in the hallway with a stupid grin while pressing dramatic, messy kisses all over your face and neck.

“Bo,” you whine between kisses, “We promised we’d be on time today”

His chin drops to your shoulder immediately, “You look really good” he murmurs, nose nudging against your neck.

You feel your cheeks heat up, stomach still twisting despite yourself, “Bo-“

He starts kissing a trail down your neck, big hands somehow pulling you even closer.

You breathe hitches in your throat, all fight quickly leaving your body as he kisses down your collarbones.

“There she is,” he says quietly, real smug and pleased with himself, eyes glimmering with something dangerously amused.

You shove weakly at his chest, “C’mon, the boys are waiting-“

He barely moves. Just glances up at you with droopy eyes before leaning in again and dropping one last lingering kiss to your collarbone.

Suddenly, he nips at your skin, just enough to sting a little, small gasp slipping out.

“Hey-“

He cuts you off with a heavy, slow kiss. Like he’s got nowhere to be, like time just stopped here, with you.

You can’t help but melt into it, his hands settled at your waist, pulling you in like it’s just instinct.

When he finally pulls back, he’s grinning.

You blink at him, almost a little dazed, “…You did that on purpose” you mutter.

He grins, looking way too damn proud, “C’mon,” he says, already pulling his keys out, “We gotta go now”.

Then he pauses at the doorway, looks back at your dazed little expression and messed up hair and immediately walks back over, “Just one more kiss” he murmurs, grinning.

————————————————————————

You were a niche influencer, nothing much only 3k followers on instagram and about 5k on TikTok, you posted few videos of you playing guitar now and then, and you had your small little community of girlies who loved your vibe.

Whilst your boyfriend kenma was a pretty famous streamer, he had few millions followers along with a company he owns and rule surprisingly well despite his well known laziness.

You always tried to be discreet about Kenma, but the whole point of your account was sharing a bit of your life with every picture, and you couldn’t pretend to show your life without mentioning the most important person in your life.

So you always made sure to hide his face in whatever picture you posted, it could be only your hands holding, or just your shoulder against his, just casually soft launch.

And even like that you saw few people on twitter assuming you were Kenma’s girlfriend because they recognized one of his shirts or a bracelet he often wore on streams (that you gifted him ofcc) but luckily it didn’t really make any noise so it didn’t matter.

But just in case you almost completely stopped posting him at all,

Kenma noticed, he noticed how you’d often post pictures of him without showing his face while you had no problem posting your friends faces, he didn’t really think about it, but it bothered him a tiny bit

One evening you just came back from a hangout with some friends, Kenma couldn’t come so you invited Kuroo instead,

You as expected posted few pictures of the hangout, including a mirror picture of Kuroo and you at the mall,

Kenma saw that ridiculous story and it made him frown, and a bit insecure if he was being honest, he started believing that you were ashamed of him or something.

Because why would you post kuroo but not him? Your boyfriend???

, he was streaming in his gaming room while you were in the living room watching tv on the couch,

After few minutes you heard his room’s door open, you looked over your shoulder to see him coming at you, you smiled and immediately open your arms inviting him in, he let out a quiet sigh and crash into your arms his face nuzzled up between your breasts, you gently stroke his hair

“You’re done streaming?” You asked quietly, he nodded

Your hand gently removed the hair tie that held his hair in a messy bun, freeing his bicolor strands. He sighed in satisfaction,

“Love…” he started his voice muffled by your chest, you hummed “I saw your story…” you looked at him curious “yes? What about it?” A sigh escaped his lips again “why did you show his face?”

The question made you pause “kuroo, why did you show his face” he repeated

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Then he straightened himself a bit leaving the warmth of your chest

“I don’t know…you tell me.” his eyes were searching yours “you never show my face…” kenma felt heat taking place all over his cheeks

“What do you mean?”

“You never posted my face.”

You look at him, kenma was really reserved and even tho you never really talked about keeping your relationship a secret, you always assumed that he preferred keeping you out of the internet,

“Kenma, did you forget you were famous or?”

He frown “what does that have to do with anything?” You sigh “well we don’t want people to know we’re dating, right?”

His frown deepen “why wouldn’t I want people to know I’m dating you?”

That statement made you pause

“What?” Was the only sound you managed to get out of your mouth

“You’re my person” his tone was unusually firm and confident “you’re not some mistake that I should be hiding, you’re my girlfriend, not kuroo’s.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, oh, that was cute

“Are you jealous?”

His face twisted in a grimace “of kuroo? Never.” His face went back to the spot he loved so much, the tiny space between your breasts, he knew he was being childish, but he couldn’t help.

“C’mon, admit it” you teased your hand running through his hair

“I hate you…” he muttered weakly.

“I love you too” you replied softly, “and I’ll post your face, if it’s what you want”

He smiled and nodded against your chest.

part 1 - after the party

part 2 - a special present

part 3 - turning the tables

It’s no secret I love this idiot, so I give you my sappy and slightly horny headcannons. Enjoy, my fellow whores. 

Mammon x GN MC (NSFW at the bottom)

All of this is new territory for him. Mammon is ancient, even if he doesn’t act like it. He’s known passion and lust, but very rarely love and devotion. Every relationship he was ever in was either shallow or one-sided. But not with you. 

To him, you’re far more precious than any jewel or piece of gold that he’s ever come across in his centuries of life. 

He’s terrified of screwing everything up like everyone says he does. Despite his facade of confidence and arrogance, he’s deeply insecure. Mammon feels as if no matter what he does, he will never deserve you. 

But that's not true one bit, so you’ll have to remind him every once in a while.  

He’s greedy and possessive, but that's his sin to bear. There are days when that will feel overbearing, so you’ll need to set boundaries with him, which may be difficult for him to keep. But since it’s you, he’ll do anything to keep you by his side. 

He’s touch-starved, but he won’t tell you that. For Mammon, his actions speak much louder than the words that leave his lips. He’ll complain and tease you for being clingy, but he’ll hold you closer, tighter, like he’s afraid you’ll vanish into thin air. 

  He’s kind of like a cat in a way. He’ll leave tiny gifts in places where you’ll find them, but usually denies it was him. Sometimes it's candy that he knows you like, or maybe small pieces of jewelry that he stole, or tiny notes that aren’t “traditionally romantic,” but sweet nonetheless. 

Mammon is far more likely to do something if you tell him to than if his brothers ask him to. You actually show him respect, but it’s also because he’s whipped and would pretty much do anything for you. 

Lucifer will often pull you aside to ask you to ask Mammon to do something, and Mammon will usually comply. 

He loves being teased by you. He’ll pretend to be annoyed, but you can see how his ears and cheeks are a little red. 

Mammon is a known klepto; everyone knows that. He will not hesitate to steal your shit, but instead of pawning it off like he usually does, he wears it or just keeps it. 

Is your favorite shirt missing? Mammon. Are your body lotions and body sprays gone? Mammon. Is your ring not on your nightstand where you put it the night before? Mammon; it's on his finger. 

It’s cute if not annoying. 

He’s a clingy fuck and will tackle you down for cuddles with no remorse. Just hope you don’t have anything important planned, because he’s not letting you go anytime soon. 

He calls you his good luck charm. You always make his days better just by merely existing, and to him, that's enough. 

NSFW:

The things he stole from you aren’t always used in PG ways. 

He often will smell your shirts while he fists his cock. He resorts to this when you're away. 

Speaking of you being away, he loves phone sex. He misses you, not just sexually, so he calls you often, and those calls usually end up getting pretty steamy. 

He gets really turned on when you wear his clothes. It just presses on the possessive instincts that only show up around you. 

Sometimes after a good-paying modeling gig, he’ll buy you expensive lingerie. He knows you well enough to know what you like and dislike, but he wouldn’t mind seeing you in something gold. (For fem MC) 

If you ever send him nudes, he’ll guard them like special cargo. Only he gets to see you naked, so you don’t ever have to worry about your pictures being leaked. And if you want, he’ll send you something too. 

Despite what most people might think, he’s a total sweetheart in bed. Depending on the mood, he’ll act like a completely different demon. Shower you with praise, telling you how much he loves you, making sure you finish first before he does. He’s a huge softie deep down. 

thinking about satan's tail telling on him despite how composed he tries to be. it's a wild little appendage, all barbs and sharp edges people usually avoid. it flicks about in irritation, scratches floorboards and furniture like a riled cat when he's aggravated over something or other. when he's calm, it winds around his leg like an obedient pet waiting for its master's command.

but with you? it's a different story.

ankles. wrists. legs. arms. hips, even. the spiney tail has a mind of its own, constantly wrapping around your vulnerable points to keep you tethered to satan's side. he could be mid-argument with one of his imbecile brothers when he stops to recognize a weight tugging somewhere vaguely behind him-- you, barbs poking at your wrist as it keeps you ensnared yet unharmed, smiling sheepishly at him as he grows flustered by the trap he's got you in. one of the brothers gives you a silent thanks before slipping away from what was surely an impending fight.

satan's cheeks are rosy as he gingerly grabs between the links of his tail and tugs. but the damn thing is too partial to you. each tug only finds it tightening its grip on your fragile human skin. after several minutes of various strategies to free you-- yanking, ignoring, even attempting to coax it back to his side-- your delighted giggle makes him flop down on the couch in defeat.

the two of you must come to terms with a simple fact: satan, consciously or not, deems it necessary to keep you by his side.