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fluff

𝓬𝔀. language; written specifically for someone; unedited. other than that, none unless you’re a grinch my peeps

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you let out a cheer as lance finally gets the tree the two of you had chosen earlier in the day erect. he looks over his shoulder, flashing one of his closed lipped smiles at you. you can’t help but smile back, all of lance’s smiles having always been contagious to you.

with a soft giggle, you lean forward to peck his lips. though the two of you had been together for over five years, he still blushes. you boop his nose once you pull away; he lets out a huff.

“i wish keith were here,” lance mumbles.

lucifer - (kisses the top of your head) just rest your head on my shoulder. there, there. you did great today, i'm proud of you.

mammon - (takes your hand) c'mon, let's get outta here. i'm takin' ya to your favorite place in town! & lemme show ya the baby crows that just hatched!

levi - (says nothing & wraps a comfy blanket around you. he plays your favorite comfort movie & snuggles with you)

satan - (plants soft kisses on your wrists) even on days like these you inspire me & little boots, we thank you. now, go on, rub little boots' belly.

asmo - (holding your hands) lets take some deep breaths together! perfect! we all have our days & that's okay...& you know you'll always have me, right?

beel - (picks you up & kisses your cheek) i got your favorite snacks waiting for you downstairs & your favorite show ready to play.

belphie - (pulls you onto his lap & holds your face) stars can't shine without darkness you know. come on, let's get some fresh air & cuddle okay?

ITS TAKEN THEM TWO GAMES BUT HE SAID THE THING!!!

mammon x gn!reader

heartfelt fluff

Giggles fill your apartment kitchen, music drowning it all out until you two are the only ones who can hear yourselves. This, you think, is love. Love in its purest and most unadulterated form. Love that is unafraid and comfortable and warm. Love that you could lie and bask in like sunlight on your living room floor on a Sunday afternoon.

He’s shirtless and your chests make contact through your flimsy tacky yellow tank top. (The color is ugly and ‘looks like what spoiled BufoEgg Tea would smell like’ according to Mammon, but yellow is his color and the two of you couldn’t stop laughing when you saw it, so into your cart and wardrobe it went.) His arms wrap around your waist, and he arches his back over you so you can actually reach his shoulders. (Tall bastard, you murmur. Not my fault yer such a short human. He grins. Your palm gently pushes his face away and his smile is so bright it steals the breath from your lungs just like he stole your heart oh so long ago.)

The music hums in the background, Dodie and Laufey play through the speakers, voices creating a gentle melody the two of you hum along to. Your lover is tone-deaf, but you still feel your chest bursting at the seams with love when his voice enters your ears.

The two of you rock to the sides together, holding onto each other so tightly that you feel like you might meld together as one. You voice your thoughts, and Mammon says he doesn’t see a problem with that (he grips you closer to him and meets your eyes and you don’t think you would mind either, if you’re being honest.) The midnight moonlight shines through the kitchen windows, and he tucks his face into the crook of your neck, where you know a crooked smile awaits you. You lean on him and pin his head against you, eliciting a laugh from your lover.

“Love you, Mams.”

“Love y’more.” And you can’t help but press your lips against his at the response. It is soft, and sweet, and slow. I am yours. I would follow you to the ends of all of the three realms if you asked me to. I love you. I love you. I love you, it says.

And you think you would stay like this forever, if you could. Right here, right now, with Greed in your arms and Dear Soulmate ringing throughout the room. How fitting it is, that Laufey’s melodious voice starts her chorus as his forehead presses against yours, blue-gold eyes shining so soft in the light you can’t help but melt.

Suddenly you’re pressed against the counter, his arms trapping you against him and suddenly Mammon is at your ear whispering, “Play the song.” Less of a demand and more of a plea, sweet and nearly silent, his voice sends shivers down your spine.

You can’t help but bask in the endearment that surges through you. A hand tangles itself and plays within the white locks belonging to the second-born Sin.

“What song?” A teasing grin from you. A whine from Mammon.

“Y’know, the song.” He pouts against you and his hair tickles your nose as he buries himself further into the space between your head and shoulders as you laugh at his antics.

“Need’ya to tell me what song, baby. Can’t read minds, y’know.” You know exactly what song he’s talking about.

“I hate ya, y’know.”

“You love me.”

He dramatically sighs against your neck. “Wish I didn’t.” A lie and you both know it. Still doesn’t make your smile any less wide.

“Mean. M’not playing the song for you now.”

“You said you didn’t know the song?!” A cry of outrage and mock indignation. You hastily shush him and break out into a fit of quiet laughter.

You motion for him to lean in closer, before whispering urgently and dramatically,

“I lied.”

“…”

“…”

“I was serious when I said I hated ya, y’know.”

A series of breathy giggles leave you and quickly reach Greed’s ears, and soon enough he’s barking out laughter alongside you.

It’s in moments like these that you know things are going to be alright. No matter what, you’ll have your Mammon by your side, and that means things will be okay.

You remember a time before him, before the love of your life was yours, and you can’t believe you ever thought you were alive before him. Darkness had filled every part of your being, and the days had dragged on, long and pointless. You remember coming home to your empty apartment, and the bitterness that used to form a pit in your chest and choke you to the point of tears.

Before you met the boy with stars in his eyes, you didn’t think you would live to your next birthday. How fitting it was, that he had come in in your darkest moments, only to fill you with light. (The sun seemed dim compared to his smile, and you fondly remember the moment you realized that you would do anything for that smile, no matter how troublesome or ridiculous his scheming may be at times.)

“Watcha thinking ‘bout?” A casually posed question, but his eyes betray the slight worry that stained his face.

Mammon, your Mammon. The love of your life and beyond. What would you do without this precious boy? What would you do without the greedy Mammon who willingly had let you steal his golden heart? (You treasure him as though he is the most precious jewel, and Greed finds himself melting into you more often than not partially to avoid being witnessed as the blushing mess he becomes whenever he looks into your eyes, filled with love. All for him, you tell him. And despite being Greed incarnate, he cannot imagine taking all of the entirety that is your love.)

“Nothin’, just thinking about how much I love ya, Mams.”

He blushes furiously and tries stammering out a response, only to give up and once again bury his face into the crook of your neck, whining and mumbling something along the lines of ‘not fair’ and ‘…love ya’ more, human.’ Against your skin.

And while the moonlight shines and Mitski plays in the background, you play his song and sway with him once more.

i love him ur honor. i am in love with him ur honor. i would do anything for this man. tooth-rotting fluff is not a can, but a must.

please please please please offer feedback and criticism hes my fav character and i want to make sure my writing and characterization did him justice :((

Hello dear readers! I was hoping to get this one out soon! For this set I excluded Beel for the soul reason that I made a separate post of mornings with him here-

I hope these meet to the same standards and that you enjoy these, I was excited to write it for each of them!

Lucifer

Without a doubt, he’s always up and ready early in the morning. He had work to do, events to coordinate along with Diavolo. He was always on a strict schedule. That's why you felt your heart rate immediately pick up when you found him still lying next to you, a tight hold on your waist and deep in sleep.

You knew he didn't like missing important meetings, and that it could make him grouchy. So without a second thought, you hurriedly grabbed onto his shoulder gently rushing him awake. His brows furrowed and he tried to ignore you at first, but slowly his eyes managed to blink open. He looked at you in a confused haze.

"D-Dear- You have a meeting with Dia today. Fifteen minutes." You brought your phone up to show him the time, and suddenly he was pushing himself up. He rubbed the bridge of his nose for a second, slight dizziness overcoming him. Being the good lover you were, you got up yourself to help get him ready.

He took some time in the restroom, dressing himself and brushing at his teeth while you got his paperwork together. He had a file he took with him to every meeting, so you made sure he had everything he needed in there. You placed a pen at the top of the file, setting everything neatly for him to grab.

When he exited the bathroom, he still looked in a rush. He went over to the desk, barely smiling while thanking you as he reached for the file. You stopped him for a second, holding in your laughter as he stared at you in confusion.

"It's alright, you won't be late. Let me help you with this." He paused as you moved your hands to his chest. He had forgotten a few buttons on his uniform, so you fixed it up for him. Even patting him down to smooth out the wrinkles. You fixed the small drape over his shoulder. He just finally let out a bigger smile, letting you tidy him up before grabbing his things.

"Thank you. I apologize for such a hectic morning. I hope to make it up to you next time." You shook your head, planting a kiss at his cheek before patting his chest again.

"I don't mind hectic mornings. It keeps me from staying in too late." You gave him a cute grin, and he pinched your chin with a bit of a laugh.

"I wouldn't mind a few days in with you." He spoke truthfully, and really, he could use the extra sleep from time to time.

Mammon

Occasionally, you would wake up to the sound of blaring music left by Mammon. It was often rather annoying and left your mornings sour, so you were pleasantly surprised to have found yourself woken up to nothing of the sort. You turned over to your favorite demon fast asleep beside you. He was cute when relaxed, he didn't sleep in often, so it was sort of a rare sight to see.

But there was a despicable part of you that wanted to get him back. For every time he has woken you up so abruptly, and you were no angel. Revenge slowly overtook you as you slid out of his hold, tip toeing away from the bed. You heard him groan when you pulled away from his hold, his hands grabbing at nothing. He grumbled something to himself, and you couldn't help but feel a little bit bad. But you must persist!

You snuck your way over to his speakers, scrolling through your phone over what song to play. Maybe something raunchy, or maybe you'll be nice a play something more soft. You turned to look at Mammon's figure. He was looking for you, his body crawling into your space before he whined, patting the bed in loss. He was slowly beginning to wake up, peeking an eye open and feeling rather disappointed to not find you right next to him. He mumbled out your name, hoping you'd answer him from somewhere, but instead he was startled up by some loud beat coming from his speakers.

His room was drowned in noise as he whipped his head toward the source, finding you standing with your phone in hand, a large grin on your face. His mouth dropped open, his hands going up to cover at his ears and scream at you.

"What do ya think you're doing, Mc?! Turn it off!" You could barely hear him, watching him grit his teeth when all you did was laugh, threatening to turn it up even louder. He said something under his breath, falling back into the bed and stuffing his pillows against his ears. You let the music play on for a bit longer, before finally showing some mercy and turning it down. Besides, if you didn't, you'd get a scolding from Lucifer. And nobody wants to deal with that.

You moved back over to the bed, feeling a wave of satisfaction run over you from giving him a taste of his own medicine. You stood at the edge, hands on your hips as he blinked his eyes open. His grip loosened on the pillows, a frown appearing when he set them down and stared back at you. You shrugged your shoulders, not really feeling bad for what you did.

"Doesn't feel that good when you're the one being woken up, now does it?" You teased, and you could see his eyebrow twitch in annoyance. You wanted to walk off and reward yourself with a morning coffee, but Mammon immediately sprung up to throw his arms around you. A big huff of air left your stomach from being pulled back into the bed, Mammon pushing his face into your back. You grabbed his arm with a smile.

"... Don't leave the bed again." You rubbed your hand over his arm, warming him up with your touch.

"Miss me that much?" He grumbled into your back, his hold getting tighter. Of course he missed you Mc, why would you let him wake up without you in his arms? How cruel....

Leviathan

It was a distant sound that had awoken you first. Well, most of the time you were the first to wake up between you two anyways. You felt yourself warm and snug, the haze leaving your mind as you noticed Levi's face buried into your neck.

He was snoring ever so softly against your skin, and you couldn't help but smile. You brought your hand up to stroke at the ends of his hair, moving down to his neck. He was a bit cold to the touch, and you could feel him lean into you further. His hand that rest on your back had moved under your shirt, finding refuge in the warmth of your skin.

You shifted gently against him, pushing yourself up from your spot. He whined softly, his hold on you getting tighter, but you managed to sit up just a bit, your eyes turning to the tv. The game over screen was on display and had some music repeating itself. You sighed to yourself, realization dawning on you that Levi must have been up most of the night again.

You looked down at him with a frown, noticing the bags under his eyes as he attempted to hide himself against you again. You scooted back down and propped yourself up on an elbow, brushing a few strands of hair from his eyes. You called softly to him, watching his brows furrow at the disruption from his sleep.

"Hun, what time did you sleep last night?" Your thumb traced over his cheek, watching him frown and struggle to gain consciousness as his eyes squinted open. He whined again softly, burying himself against your chest and basking in your warmth.

"I don't know...." You could feel his face heat up against you, now more aware of where his hands were on you. But he didn't move, favoring being close against your body as you raked your fingers through his hair.

"It's not good for you, you know? Sleep is important. You'll worry me." He gave you a soft groan against your chest, turning up so you could at least see his eyes that looked glassy from sleep.

"I'm sorry... I was having a hard time trying to...." You smiled and shushed him, moving your body down to greet him with a small peck on his lips. He blushed at you shyly, and so you gave him another kiss, knowing that's what he wanted even though he wasn't saying it.

"Next time, tell me, ok? We can figure something out together." He gave you a small nod, this time meeting your lips first before going back to his favorite hiding place at your neck. You decided to sleep in with him this once, classes could wait a bit. You pulled the blanket more over his body to keep him warm.

Satan

Satan usually woke up first. It was like he had an internal clock built into him, becoming used to waking up at early hours. His gaze wandered down to the weight on his chest, his eyes smiling at the sight of you. Ahhh, he must have fallen asleep again while reading to you. From the looks of it, you ended up doing the same. You both must have been up quite late.

The last thing he wanted to do was move you, but surely you'd be more comfortable if he did. He shifted your body to the side, watching as your hands searched for him as he did so. He couldn't help the stupid smile that appeared on his face, leaning down to press a small kiss to your cheek.

He wanted to do something nice for you this morning, so he replaced himself with a large cat plush you have gifted him before in your arms. You held it close to your chest, and he wondered if you thought it was him. He quietly excused himself from the room, heading to the kitchen to prepare you a light meal.

You had shown him a few of your human recipes, even gifting him a recipe book. It only took him a few tries to perfect some eggs and bacon, stealing a few bites himself before he went on to make you some coffee. He knew how addicted to caffeine you were, scarily so, but he still made you some regardless. He made his way back to his room with a tray in hand.

Immediately upon reentering, he noticed your figure sitting up in bed. You had sort of pout on your face, the plushie hanging on for dear life at the edge of the bed. He laughed to himself as he shut the door behind him, stepping over a few books and setting the tray down on the bed beside you. He reached over to grab the plushie and stick it right in your lap.

"Why the look, my love? I was only gone for a few minutes." He bent down to give you a good morning kiss, watching the way your frown twitched, trying not to smile. He sat next to you and placed a hand over your covered knee. You placed your hand over his own.

"It's not always fun waking up alone." You muttered, because he was often up doing something before you were. It could get a little lonely. He moved your chin up to look at him, a smile on his face.

"I apologize, but if I don't wake up before you I wouldn't be able to prepare breakfast. Here, you're favorite." He brought the tray closer, handing you your coffee and watching your face light up a bit. You supposed you could forgive him, taking a sip and feeling it warm your throat. You squeezed his hand, placing the plushie now in his lap so you could eat.

"Fine, forgiven for today. You'll have to try again tomorrow."

"Deal."

Asmodeus

Asmo had instructed you time and time again that the only way he'd like to be woken up, was with goodmorning kisses. Everywhere, on his lips, his cheeks, shoulders, take a go at it! Never hold back! And you did so with ease every time. He didn't know a better way to wake up, than in your arms and your lips on his. But now it was his turn, as he watched you slowly cuddle in closer to his chest. He could squeal at how cute you were, but forced himself to stay quiet.

His hands carefully rubbed down your arms, feeling how smooth they were thanks to the lotion he had previously given you. Your skin smelled like something sweet, and it was intoxicating. He breathed in your scent at your neck, dipping in to place small kisses there, moving up to your jaw. He let his hands move down to your waist, his fingers massaging into your skin and hearing a small and tired sound from you. His lips curled into a smile.

His hands dipped a bit lower, moving down your back as he pulled you closer. He didn't have much restraint in him, so he greedily caught your lips in his. It was a slow kiss at the start, but he gradually guided you into a more heated kiss, hearing your soft morning moans in his mouth. He felt your hands latch onto his arms, squirming a bit against him. He prodded your mouth with his tongue, and your eyes shot wide open, stopping his hands from moving lower and laughing breathlessly against his lips. He rolled his eyes playfully in retaliation.

"Hey- where do you think your hands are going? I'm tired from last night, you're too greedy!" You teased him lightheartedly. You didn't really mind a morning make out, but truthfully you were tired from last night. He sighed defeatedly, bringing hands back to your waist and enjoying your hands cupping his face. He gave you a lopsided smile, his bangs falling a bit over his eyes as he stared back at you. His gaze was always full of love, he could never get over how beautiful you were.

"Hon, I can't help it. You're just irresistible." He answered truthfully, his hand coming up to tuck some hair at your ear. You blushed at his comment, your face clearly scrunching up. He laughed, giving your nose a small peck and leaving his face laying close to yours.

"Ah ah, don't make that face now. I know what you're thinking. You should know you will always be the most beautiful person in my eyes, right?" He was stroking your cheek delicately. You gave him a smile, cocking your eyebrow.

"The most beautiful person besides you?" He laughed, a wide smile appearing on his face.

"Of course! I've always been the most beautiful. There's no doubt about that." His arms went to fully hug around your body, pulling you in so he could rest his cheek over the top of your head. You could hear his heart beat against your ear as you were pushed against his bare chest.

"But, lately... I find you taking my top spot. I'm a little jealous~" You blinked in surprise, to hear that coming from Asmo.... But he wasn't that jealous, you had become number one to him before he knew it.

You couldn't see him, but his face was a bright red. Ok, yeah, maybe he was that jealous. But that's Asmo for you!

Belphegor

To think Belphie would ever wake up before you would be a good joke for the ages. Really, he could sleep in all day, for days on end if one let him. You'd usually have to end up dragging him up and with you over to your classes so he didn't get a scolding. That's why it was a rather odd predicament he had found himself in to be staring down at your sleeping figure. He turned over to your alarm that continued to go off, moving over your body to press the stop button. You usually always woke up to it first, not him.

He rubbed his eyes tiredly, groaning at the fact that he had been woken up by such an annoying sound. Why did you need to wake up so early everytime? Classes weren't going anywhere. He flopped back down on his back, staring up at the ceiling and debating if he should just go back to sleep, or be a proper demon for once and actually get himself out of bed. He turned his head to face you again, watching your chest rise and fall in steady rhythm. It was a calming image to him, he could watch you sleep all day. He didn't usually wake up to this, so he wanted to savor the moment.

Belphie curled on his side, facing you with his cheek mushed against his knuckles. He was still a little petty that you were sleeping and he wasn't. He was always a grouch in the morning. His tail curled over his body and reached over to your figure slowly. It started by barely rubbing over your arms, not getting too much of a reaction from you. It trailed its way up, into the dip at your neck. He watched you swat away at nothing, fingers itching at your neck before settling back down onto the bed.

He smiled, letting the end of the tail move over your chin and scratch at you, stirring you only slightly. Then it moved to scratch right under your nose, getting a lot more of a reaction from you. He laughed to himself as he watched you try to push his tail away, but he mercilessly rubbed it in your face. He quickly moved it away when your face scrunched up, and you let out a loud sneeze, making him jolt in surprise. Then he just laughed even more at you, seeing as you have finally woken up and give him a hard glare.

"W-Why would you do that? There wasn't a better way to wake me up?" You pouted out your lips, and he smiled innocently.

"Nope. Your stupid alarm woke me up, this is payback." You rolled your eyes, feeling his tail wrap around your waist. He moved closer to you, rubbing your nose for you as you continued to frown at him. He chuckled softly, a small kiss being placed on your forehead.

“Sorry. I’ll do better next time.” You laughed out your nose. Next time, huh? Yeah right. You knew deep down he wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon ‘next time.’ You pulled his arms over your waist, effectively dragging his body closer for some cuddling. He’d never refuse morning cuddles. He raised an eyebrow when he felt you pull the covers more over his body.

“You have class soon, right?” He was genuinely confused at the smirk you were giving him. You pushed his face into your chest, your hand tangling in his bed head.