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Nightbringer's HoL layout personally pisses me off, so I made a better one.

Ground Floor:

Garden and Patio

Entrance Hall (lower level)

Living and Dining Room (it's the same room!)

Music Room + Planetarium

Kitchen, now actually sharing a wall with the Guest Bedroom!

Laundry Room

Guest (MC) Bed&Bath

Common Room + Communal Bathroom

Library (lower level)

Lucifer's Secret Study

Stairs to the basement

Communal Study (Not fair that Luci gets a whole secret study all to himself and the other boys get NOTHING. So i fixed that)

A Broom Closet. Because why not

Garage (it's actually just Mammon's weird-ass loft)

2nd Floor:

Entrance Hall (up those big stairs)

The famous Hallway

The Attic Stairs

Satan's Bed&Bath

(I refuse to believe this lore of "ooo all the brothers share a bathroom except asmo" like do you really think 6 whole ass grown men would be capable of sharing One (1) bathroom and go to school in a timely manner)

Asmo's Bed&Bath&Giant Closet

Lucifer's Bed&Bath

Lilith's Mirage Room

Library walkways

A Lounge Room, leading to one of those weird wacky balconies inside the entrance hall

Another communal bathroom (7 people. 7 ENTIRE PEOPLE)

The Twins' Bed&Bath

An Interior Garden, cuz that sounds like something a rich person would have

Basement:

Levi's Bed&Bath + Aquarium for Henry 2.0!

Mams' Bed&Bath + Weird garage loft

Storage Room

Home Cinema (rich people stuff)

Pantry

Stairway to the Underground Tomb

Feel free to use it as reference! If you end up building it in anything, pls pls pls tag me I wanna see it

I want to be greedy! Can't I be a little greedy?

Can I ask for headcanons where Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, and Beelzebub react to their shy gn s/o asking to kiss him on the lips?

Hi, love, welcome back, hope you’re doing well. <33

“Hi, treasure,” Mammon says, smiling fondly at you as you look up from your homework. You’re in the living room, sitting by the couch table on the floor.

“Hi, Mams,” you say and smile back. “You’re out of your room,” he says, and you nod. It’s true that you kept to your room your first couple of months in the Devildom, not feeling comfortable enough to use the common spaces. Recently, you’ve begun venturing out of your room, feeling safer around the seven demons you live with.

Mammon plops down next to you and looks at your homework. He groans and rests his head on your shoulder. “So boring; let’s do something fun,” he says, and you shake your head. “I think Lucifer might actually kill me this time if I don’t get this finished,” you say, and Mammon sighs. “Alright, then I’ll just sit here,” he says. You sit like that for a while before Mammon begins to sigh again. You find it hard to concentrate, so you send him a glare.

“You’re distracting,”

“I’m bored,”

You pout. Mammon pouts back. “You should reward me for being so patient,” Mammon grumbles, and you mull the thought over. You don’t have any Grimm, but you have something that he might like more. “You can get a kiss,” you say, and Mammon’s eyes twinkle yellow as he sits upright and grins widely. “Yeah?” he says, and you feel a blush creep up your neck. “Yeah,” you whisper, and Mammon wastes no time, bringing you in for a kiss.

“You’re too cute for your own good,” he murmurs against your lips, and you go to hide your face in his shoulder before he grabs your chin and claims another kiss. “I might just steal you for myself one day.”

—

Leviathan is equally as shy as you are. For a long time, all you shared were lingering looks and small touches. Hands brushing when he passes you the controller, getting overly close when he gets excited that you’ve read a certain manga. Eventually, you realize that you’re probably going to have to make the first move if you want something to happen. You figure that the best place to do this is within the safety of his room.

“Hey, Levi, have you ever kissed anyone?” You ask, your voice coming out squeakier than you intended. Leviathan’s head snaps towards you, and his eyes widen. “I– haha, what?” he stutters, and a high-pitched giggle leaves him. His ears are turning red, which makes you feel better about the burning of your cheeks.

"Well, it's been a little while, but n-not because I don't like it, I just don’t wanna k-kiss some normie–” He stutters, and a smile creeps up on your face. “What about me?” you ask, inching closer to him. Your cheeks are definitely burning by now, but you ignore it as best you can. Leviathan stares at you, his mouth shaped into a tiny o. “You?” he asks, and you nod.

“Would you kiss me, if I asked?” you softly say, and Leviathan’s brain shortcuts. He blinks once, twice. You put your hand on his. It’s a little clammy, but so is yours. “Y-yeah, I’d kiss you,” he finally says, and you smile.

You sit like that for a little while before you lean in and press your lips to his. He stiffens for a couple of seconds before something seems to wake in him, and his hand finds the back of your neck, the other still clutching yours. He moves his lips against yours slowly, softly. When you pull away, he’s completely breathless.

“I’ve been wanting that for forever.”

—

Satan doesn't mind your shyness because it means that you’re quiet whenever you’re at the library. He can find it infuriating at times, though.

“What did you think of the book you borrowed?” he asks, and you open your mouth and then close it again. “It was... good?” you say, but it comes out more like a question than a statement. Satan looks at you, unsatisfied with your answer. He’d hoped that you could have a proper discussion about it.

“Yeah? Just good?” he asks, and you nod. “You don’t have anything else to say?” he asks, and you shake your head. Satan frowns.

“You’re lying.”

“No, I’m not.”

“I can hear your heart beating.”

You close your mouth and bite back a snarky remark on how hearts usually do that. You have a feeling Satan wouldn’t like that and you can already see his fists clenching and his brows furrowing.

“Are you angry with me?” you whisper, and Satan closes his eyes and unclenches his hand. “No, I’m just confused. If you didn’t like the book, then tell me,” he says, and you frown. “It’s not that I didn’t like it, it’s just that The Great Gatsby is typically a book English teachers force you to read,” you mutter and avoid eye contact.

“I thought it was a good representation of humans,” he says. You giggle. “It’s just some rich dude who is obsessed with a girl. It’s not very representative,” you say, and the corner of Satan's lips turn upward. “Why didn’t you just say that?” he asks. You go to respond but stop. “I don’t know,” you say honestly, and Satan sighs, but he’s smiling again.

“Next time, you choose the book,” he says, and you nod. “Hey,” you say when he goes to leave. He stops and tilts his head to the side. “You’re not mad anymore?” you ask, and Satan shakes his head. “Of course not. I just wish you’d speak your mind sometimes,” he says, and you nod. Your cheeks flush.

“Can I get a kiss then?” you ask, and Satan chuckles. He walks over to you in two long strides and cups your face, giving you a tiny peck and then another. And another. You whine and grab his wrist. “A proper one, please,” you say, and he finally obliges, giving you a sweet, proper kiss.

—

Asmodeus is enamoured by your shyness. He loves poking and prodding at you, making you flustered. Despite that, ever since you got into a relationship, he doesn't do anything unless you ask him. You're so shy and gentle, and he wants to savour that, even just for a little bit.

You’re in the kitchen on cooking duty when Asmodeus decides to drop in. There’s a wide smile on his face as he hugs you from behind, arms snaking around your waist as he rests his head on your shoulder. You gasp and drop the knife on the cutting board, feeling the blush creep up your neck instantly. “Asmo,” you say, voice slightly high-pitched as you put your hands on top of his arms around your waist. “You smell nice,” Asmodeus purrs, giving the crook of your neck a tiny peck before he retreats and probs himself on the counter behind you. “What are you cooking?” he asks, and you close your eyes and take a deep breath before picking up the knife and continuing to cut carrots.

He smiles at how flustered you are. "I'm cooking curry tonight," you state, motioning to a sizzling pot next to you. "Belphie's request," you add, and Asmodeus frowns. "Why won't you cook what I requested?" he whines, and you roll your eyes. "You didn't request anything, Asmo," you say, and turn around to point your knife at him. "Don't be like that." Asmodeus shrugs and sends you an air kiss. You flush and turn back to your carrots. "Alright, then I guess I'll get going," he says, and you furrow your brows. "Where are you going?" you ask, and Asmodeus smiles. "Just to my room, honey. The cooking fumes are bad for my skin," he says, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes.

"Can I get a kiss before you leave?" you ask, a flush creeping up your neck. Asmodeus immediately stops in his tracks and turns back to look at you with a wide smile on his face. "Oh, my little human!" he exclaims, and he's behind you in a flash, spinning you around so you're pressed up against the kitchen counter. You barely have time to put the knife away and gasp in surprise. "Asmo!" you say, and he practically purrs, his lips ghosting over yours. "I love it when you say my name," he says, his voice low and sensual, only meant for your ears. You flush but smile nevertheless, and you grab his fingers to play with them.

There's barely any distance between you, but it still seems impossible to close the gap. "Kiss, please?" you whisper, and Asmodeus obliges, pressing his lips to yours.

—

"Beelzebub, wake up," you whisper, and Beel groans, turning around towards the noise. He opens one eye and is pleasantly surprised to see you there, wrapped in a blanket. Your hair is messy, and there's sleep in your eyes as you pout at him. "I couldn't sleep," you say, and Beel yawns but opens his arms. "Get in," he says, but you stay where you are, a blush creeping up your neck. You look like a lost puppy, and Beelzebub has to push away the urge to eat you right then and there.

"Come on, sweets," he says, and you finally oblige, getting in bed with him. Beelzebub thanks the devils for the fact that Belphegor fell asleep in the attic today, granting him this moment of alone time with you.

Despite the fact that you still have your blanket safely wrapped around you, Beel still puts his own blanket over you, allowing him to wrap his arms around you. "Why couldn't you sleep?" he mumbles and closes his eyes. You snuggle closer to the demon and sigh. "Had a nightmare," you say, and Beelzebub presses a kiss to the crown of your head. You look up at his peaceful face. "Hey," you whisper, and Beelzebub hums. "Can I get a kiss?" you ask, and Beel opens his eyes slowly, giving you a sleepy smile. "Would that make you feel better?" he asks, and you nod, feeling your cheeks turn pink.

He leans down to kiss you softly, and you sigh into the kiss, finally feeling the tremors of the nightmare fade away. You kiss for another few seconds, your lips moving against each other, before Beelzebub's stomach growls loudly. You giggle into the kiss, and Beelzebub groans as he parts from you. "You mind if we go to the kitchen?" he asks, and you shake your head. "Not at all. I'm kind of dying of heat as well here; two blankets are definitely too much for me."

Mammon is painting the town red 🎨❤️

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(Art belongs to Solmare & has been edited by me)

Thinking about what would happen if MC started to play this little joke with Mammon. They would ask, "Grimm for a kiss?" And he would sprint over and kiss them, taking the money out of their hand at the same time.

An adorable little inside joke that started off innocently between the two of them.

But now he can't look at money without suddenly thinking of the feeling of their lips against his. He can't pay for anything without immediately thinking of them, of where they are, and if he should get them a matching pair of what he's getting.

Anytime he passes a coin on the streets, he pauses. He used to pick them up and call himself one lucky demon. But nowadays, he almost passes them by, instantly brought to memories of his beloved human and feeling that he would only be luckier if they were by his side at that very moment.

For every transaction he makes, he subconsciously tallies it down in his brain, making sure he gets what he's owed when he's with MC again, completely forgetting the fact that it started out with them owing HIM. But does it even matter anymore?

Just cute Mammon things.

That time you and your demon boyfriend went viral

hi yes hello obey me fandom!! my name is Gabbi and i have never played a single second of the actual game but i have read enough fanon content for the past year to have this idea swimming around in my head and now i am finally letting this accursed thing out of my brain and putting it in yours

also i’m only doing the brothers because any more than that and i’d have an aneurysm probably. oh and shoutout to @obeythebutler and @beels-burger-babe for inspiring me with their works to feel brave enough to write for this fandom

Lucifer:

You and Lucifer go viral on Asmo’s Devilgram story!

You’re in the kitchen helping Asmo with dinner duty and singing along to one of your playlists of human realm music that you like to show him.

Asmo starts filming your cute little dance while you stir the pot on the stove because you are just adorable!

About ten seconds into him filming, Lucifer appears in the doorway with quite the stern look on his face. You know, the one that comes right before a “MAMMOOOOOON” and strikes fear into the heart of all those with functioning eardrums. That one.

He opens his mouth, presumably to tell y’all to shut the fuck up, but then there’s a lull in the music and the eldest can hear your voice ever so slightly above the song’s vocalist and he freezes.

Man stops in his tracks like someone just smacked him in the face with a midair volleyball.

Asmo can be heard stifling a laugh behind his phone.

Lucifer’s face gets so soft and he almost, almost, loosens his metal-rod-through-the-ass posture before you notice him and give a little wave and ask if you and Asmo were being too loud like the considerate darling you are.

Lucifer clears and his throat and says something like, “No, you aren’t. I was just coming to check on how dinner is coming along,” and leaves, after which Asmo immediately presses the post button.

Screenshots of Lucifer’s heart eyes for you go absolutely viral because every demon on Devilgram goes absolutely feral for seeing the eldest demon brother lose his dignified composure. It becomes a meme template. “Get you someone who looks at you like Lucifer looks at MC” and “me at the delivery demon when he shows up with my spicy bat wings” posts become commonplace. (Asmo thinks the memes are totally worth getting strung up with Mammon for laughing at them.)

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He loves them all so much it's driving me insane. That's he's fucking family. They may be chaotic assholes who make his life harder but he loves each and every one of them and is, everyday, appreciative of their continued existence in his life.

this fucking game is2g

yeah so my husband— my husband?!

includes : (the demon brothers) lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor.

summary : calling him your "husband" (even though you two aren't married yet) to see his reaction.

warnings : gn! reader. fluff. mention of marriage. suggestive (in asmodeus'). the word 'husband' will begin to look strange bc it's used so much, apologies.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ───  Lucifer

You just meant for it to be a harmless little prank, something to tease Lucifer with later when you two were alone, perhaps gauge his reaction to the idea, but after you said 'yeah, so my husband...' Diavolo's eyes grew as wide as the moon and you instantly regretted your prank idea.

Diavolo clasped a hand on Lucifer's shoulder, beaming. "You finally asked!" This statement went over your head as you tried to quickly take back your words, Lucifer's blanched face making it clear he'll definitely be scolding you later. "But it seems I missed the wedding? Oh well, I'll just host you another wedding so I can see it for myself!"

"Ah, L- Lord Diavolo..." Lucifer sends you a glare as you smile sheepishly. "We aren't- I haven't-"

"How do you both feel about a chocolate fountain?" Diavolo is already off in his own little world, imagining how he'll plan out your wedding. Lucifer decides he'll inform Barbatos of the prank, and have Barbatos deal with it- Lucifer already has his hands full with you. He pulls you aside as Diavolo talks to himself.

"Do you see what you've done?"

"Sorry..." You fake pout, batting your lashes up at him. "My darling husband will surely fix it though, right?" Oh, how can he stay mad when he truly likes the title so much. Perhaps this will make asking you to marry him easier? You surely seem to enjoy the title just as much.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ───  Mammon

Mammon is always trying to listen in on your phone calls, he's nosy and likes to know all the gossip. Today in particular though, he's trying extra hard to hear, clinging to you and making you unable to do other tasks whilst on your call.

Deciding to tease him a little, in hopes of getting him off of you, you sigh dramatically into the receiver. "I'm sorry, my husband needs my attention, one second."

And when you look down at him, his eyes are wide and shiny, a blush quickly forming on his cheeks. Him? Were you talking about him? He's your husband? A giant grin takes over his features and it seems your little prank has the opposite effect you wanted, as he takes the phone from you.

"Yeah, sorry, their husband- that's me!- needs 'em!" He boasts proudly before hanging up the call and clutching on to you tighter, burying his face into your side, his grin not changing in the slightest.

You sigh, running your fingers through his hair. "Rude, I was trying to talk to someone, you know." Mammon shrugs, not a care in the world.

"'m your husband, I take priority."

"You know you're not officially my husband yet, right?" Shit, you're right. Well, that'll change soon, don't you worry one bit! Mammon knows how to take a hint, and there'll be a ring on that finger soon enough!

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ───  Leviathan

You and Levi were playing an online game, chat on full blast, when you decide to tease him- because it's just so fun to see his flustered expression, and you have an inkling that this'll give him some motivation for the game. "Ah, hubby, can you help me with these guys!"

"H- Hubby!?" Leviathan's neck nearly breaks from how quickly he snaps to look over at you, you seem unphased though by the phrase- as if it came so naturally. His heart skips a beat, his grip on the controller tightening. "W- Where are you, I'll come help!"

His gaming friends are all blowing up the chat box, some getting on voice chat just to ask what that meant- 'was Levi actually married?,' 'He was a husband?,' 'Since when!?,' 'Congratulations!,' etc.

Levi would have gotten more flustered, had he been paying any attention to said friends, but he's much more focused on proving he'd make an excellent spouse by rushing to where you were in the map and one-shotting all the enemies that surrounded you.

The battle is quickly won thanks to Levi, who puffs out his chest with pride. You lean over from your gaming station adjacent of his, and press a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, hubby~" His cheeks grow a rosy pink, and he pulls his headphones off to give you a serious look.

"Let's get married."

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ───  Satan

"Oh husband~" You call, "Can you help me get this book? I can't reach!" Satan peaks his head from around the corner to give you a questioning look. Who were you calling husband? He watches you struggle, leaning his frame against the door with his arms crossed over his chest.

"I don't remember proposing." Satan watches as you deflates from his lack of reaction to your prank. He sighs, walking over to you and helping you reach the book, tapping it on your head lightly before handing it over to you.

"You're no fun, you know that?"

Satan has a feeling this was definitely set up by one of his brothers, and he'll definitely be getting his revenge on them for making you do this (and for making his heart hammer against his ribcage uncontrollably). Still, he hates to see you upset in the least, so he lifts your chin with his finger and thumb and sends you that smile that sends shivers down your spine.

"Don't be upset, you'll get to call me husband soon, okay?"

And he truly did mean that, he already had a ring, which sat heavy in his pocket. He just wanted to make sure you had the most perfect proposal, something straight out of a romance novel- because that's what you deserve. Soon, soon you'll be able to lovingly call him 'husband' whenever you wish.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ───  Asmodeus

Asmo is live-streaming again, doing a little grwm-type video, with you off to the side/in the background. As he begins to do his skin care, he asks for you to take over and chat for a little while for him, so you peak your head into view and wave at his viewers.

"Hello everyone!" You smile, glancing back at Asmo who's behind you in the bathroom, doing his skincare. "My lovely husband is doing his skincare right now, it usually takes him about ten to fifteen minutes to complete it." You say, however you can see his head pop-up from the sink and he whips around to look at you.

"Husband?" He calls, and when you nod, confirming your words, he grins. "Oh my, is this a proposal?" He asks with a teasing lilt, and you joking go along with his words, nodding before reenacting the famous getting-down-on-one-knee. You open your hands as if you had a ring box, presenting it to him. He holds his hand out to you, "I do~" You pretend to slip a ring on to his finger and he admires the imaginary ring before leaning down to kiss you.

"Now," He pulls away, wiggling his brows. "Shall we get started on the honeymoon part?"

"Asmo, that's typically after the weddi-" Asmo reaches for his phone, waving and saying a little 'byeeee' to his followers as he ends the livestream with a giggle, throwing you a lil' mischievous smile.

"No harm in starting earlier, right?" And despite only being halfway through his skincare, and this not being a real proposal, the honeymoon was very nice indeed- he can't wait for the real one though.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ───  Beelzebub

You had seen the trend, and wondered how Beelzebub would react. So, under the guise of trying some new food and giving it a review, you set up your camera and begin filming. "Hey everyone, me and my husband are going to be rating food from the new McDevil menu~"

Beel doesn't react at all, and you send him a quick glance before trying again- perhaps he didn't hear you? "I think the Sin-Fries are a solid 7/10, what about you, husband?" But again, he doesn't react to the word at all, instead giving his own rating for the new fries.

Is he really not realizing what you're saying? You decide to try one last time. "My husbands food always looks better than mine," You whine, peaking over at him to see his reaction, only to see him offering you a bite of his burger. You sigh, giving up and deciding to just enjoy your food. You take a bite of his burger, offering him some of yours. The review ends swiftly, and you turn off the camera.

As you two clean up from eating, you notice Beelzebub quieter than usual. You're about to ask him if everything is okay, his face becoming flushed, when he speaks up.

"Soon, okay?" You blink a few times, confused by his words. He bashfully looks up at you, and that's when you realize what he's talking about- marriage, he plans on proposing to you soon. Your own cheeks now grow unbearably warm. "I promise."

Your prank definitely backfired, as now you're the one trying to calm your racing heart (although Beelzebub is definitely just as flustered). Still, you're holding him accountable to his promise- soon.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ───  Belphegor

You're not sure how this little prank managed to get turned against you, but Belphegor has made it so that you're now his personal pillow- again.

"I'm just saying, if I'm you're husband, then that means you should let me use you as a pillow whenever I want." You open your mouth to retaliate, but he beats you to it, batting his lashes up at you. "Don't you want your husband to be comfortable?"

"I..." You falter. You regret deciding to call him your 'husband~' to try and get him to help you with chores. You thought maybe it'd motivate him, or maybe you'd just get to see his cute blushing face, instead you're suffering.

"Come on now, don't be shy~" He wiggles about, trying to grab you to pull you towards him, but he doesn't really exert enough energy to be successful. "Ugh, why... do you... do this... to me- to your darling husband!"

"You're anything but darling." You say, crossing your arms over your chest. "Last time I call you 'husband' or any term of endearment, I swear..." You grumble, turning on your heels to leave, disappointed your prank didn't work.

Belphegor grins, snuggling up to his pillow as he watches you leave. "That's what you think," he mumbles to himself, yawning, "when I finally get that ring on your finger, I'll have ya calling me husband again, just you wait~" He snickers, and a cold chill runs down your spine. You glance back to see him asleep, although you feel as if he's planning something- and you weren't sticking around to find out what!

I have been asked to expand on the MC with trauma scenarios, and you know what, I need the comfort, so let's do it! (No these are not based on myself, I don't know what you're talking about....)

Also I've seen a ton of people's responses to the last one and just know that I am spiritually patting you all on the head and wrapping a soft blanket around your shoulders.

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MC with ~Trauma~ PT 2!

Imagine an MC who has been mocked, berated, or criticized for their joys and hobbies. They don't do those things anymore or go to great lengths to hide them.

They never share their writing or their art with anyone. They are surrounded by demons and angels much more talented than them. The thing that they felt they were moderately talented in is below average compared to these beings... Everything they create is hidden in secret digital folders or kept in notebooks under their mattress or tucked in secret spots on their bookshelves.

They never sing or dance or play their instruments. They almost avoid the music room altogether. It's almost too painful for them to think about. If they attend a dance they just stand off to the sides... They don't participate in karaoke. They don't hum to their favorite songs.

They hardly cook, or garden, or read, or edit, or color, or knit, or crochet, or embroider, or anything else that they might enjoy.

Imagine some of the nosier brothers not realizing the pain that hides behind their passions and either playfully spying on them or digging up their secrets. Their hearts are fully destroyed when their human breaks down in tears. Now, every single day, every character encourages them to do what they love and giving them private time and space to do it in a place where they feel safe. They all hope that maybe one day MC will feel comfortable enough to share what they love with them but they will never pry it out of them, and all the while giving them the support they need behind the curtain.

Imagine Satan, Levi, and Mammon grouping together and creating a PowerPoint presentation. With Satan's organizing skills, Levi's technological know-how, and Mammon's morally grey skills of espionage, they gather all the characters together and teach a class on what to do and not to do around MC. Things like having a clear voice in text messages to keep them from having anxiety. Or not slamming doors, not entering their room without knocking, reminding them to drink water, knowing when to give them time to breathe etc. Everyone takes it seriously (some might say too seriously), including Belphie who didn't even sleep for a second during the whole thing.

What about an MC who takes on too much and never says anything about it? At first, Lucifer, Barbatos, and to a lesser degree Diavolo, are pleased that they've found a human with a strong work ethic and a love for responsibility. Little do they know that while part of that might be true, they are doing it because they are non-confrontational, a people pleaser, or try to prove their worth through success (or all of the above). They burn themselves out and forgo their other needs to conserve all their energy for the work that's been given to them, and it's not until it becomes a serious health issue that anyone really notices. They all take a blow when they come to know how much they had been pushing a human beyond their capabilities. So they tell MC to do less, not expecting the human to try and convince them that it wasn't an issue, maybe even apologizing for failing. Now they all have to keep an eye on MC and make sure they don't take things too far, and make sure that MC knows that their worth isn't tied to how much gets done in a day and they don't think of them any less for taking breaks or time for themselves. And maybe they all learn to take care of themselves a little more for it too. Especially one work-a-holic demon known as Pride.

How about an MC that hates the way they look? No matter what that might be. Body size, shape, height, skin-tone, skin-color, scars, blemishes, freckles, etc. What if it was drilled into their head since they were a child that they were not beautiful? What if they can't look into the mirror or take any photos of themselves without feeling sick? How about being around a demon like Asmo? Maybe resenting him, maybe avoiding him, maybe wishing they were like him. It probably would hurt Asmo to see someone hating themselves and their body so intently. Maybe it's because it reminds him of himself. Maybe they both have to sit down and rethink what beauty really means? It's a long process for both of them.

All of them work with the human with their image and not in a shallow way like trying to deny the things they have and who they are. They find ways around pictures, because there are more ways to keep memories rather than selfies and commemorative photos.

Or what if:

Beel: *In MC's room.* Alright, we'll just do some basic stretches.

MC: Okay, just tell me what to do.

Beel: Well, if you want, you can put on some music to make it more relaxing.

MC: Music? *Looks a little nervous.* If you want...

*MC then turns some music on their phone on the lowest setting and sets it on their bed.*

Beel: Um...you can turn it up more than that if you want.

MC: Louder? Really?

Beel: Don't you think it's a little quiet?

MC: Oh...um...okay... *turns it up by one more click.* Is- Is that okay? I can turn it down again.

Beel: *Opens his mouth, confused for a moment before shutting it again. In the quickest second, he's in his demon form.* Who do I need to find?

MC: B-Beel?!

practice some glasses pose from pinterest with the best demon in town and added more lil doodles after i'm done

Mammon 100% cuddles an MC doll every night and I refuse to believe otherwise!!!

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🔎Summary: Asmo comes running to your room, barging in when Levi, Satan, and you watch a horror movie. He wants to show you some text messages from Mammon, but rather than making you laugh at Mammon's expense, you decide to do something completely different.

👥️Characters: Mammon x MC (gender neutral reader, referred to as you/your) | Asmodeus, Leviathan, Satan.

⚠️Warnings: Fluff. Established relationship with Mammoncito, however, his brothers might not know 💓. Siblings arguing.

📝 Note: Inspired by a chat I got yesterday (May 5th, 2024) in which Mammon asks Asmo to stop walking around the house with a facial mask on (the chat is in the text below as part of it). I honestly think Mammon is rather cute when he's scared of ghosts, curses, and monsters because he's a big, powerful demon. When he does stuff like that, I just want to hold him tight on my lap, rub his wide back, and comfort him.

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Asmo gets in your room, violently swinging your door wide open. He has a facial expression as if he was going to do the most devilish thing, eyebrows in a frown, disheveled hair, eyes with a spark of malice, and a wide grin. The view is not atypical, but given the circumstances, you and your guests jump at the sudden surprise.

—What in the Devildom, Asmo?!—, Levi scolds his younger brother, trying to hide the fact that he got scared.

—We are watching a horror movie here. Asmo, it's not the time to barge in MC's room like that. Look what you did to MC!— Satan adds with stoicism, even though he, too, jumped a little just now.

Meanwhile, you take deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. Watching your roommate's face clearly, to make sense that the jump-scare was perpetrated by no other than him. You finally sigh in relief, the brief panic gone.

—Hon! I'm sorry to scare you, but you won't believe what Mammon did—, Asmo says, and immediately moves to you with eagerness. He pulls his DDD out and shows you a set of messages he got from Mammon.

As you finish reading from Asmo's DDD, Mammon shows up in your room's threshold, panting and desperate. —Asmodeus...—, Mammon's anger is almost palpable, although he doesn't raise his voice to his younger brother. Nonetheless, his handsome face is adorned by the reddish of his cheeks, proof of either his physical effort to run from wherever he was to your door, or of his embarrassment from the text messages you just read. Mammon continues —Ya better didn't show MC those texts—.

Asmo laughs with great delight, —You're late, big brother... I just did!—.

—Bastard! I'll make you pay!—.

—Oh! As if! Not even you believe in those words!—, Asmo continues giggling as he reads and rereads the texts outloud. Mammon only watches his brother, biting his lip so hard that you think he might draw blood from it, tears forming at the corner of his gorgeous eyes.

As you watch the whole scene unfold, you think about two things: firstly, you remind yourself that even demons have annoying brotherly moments when all they want to do is tear each other apart when bothered by the other. And, secondly, about how much can Mammon suppress his rage. Mammon could easily make his younger brothers pay as the second strongest, but instead, he opts not to use his powers to give them some sort of twisted lesson. As this second though crosses your mind, you look at Mammon's face: furious, full of embarrassment, frustration and avoiding you at all cost; he chooses to resist his anger and leave, because he disapproves violence vehemently, and you know that.

Mammon glups all his feelings and turns around to walk away defeated, for now, at least. You know this will draw a never-ending cycle of revenges that you won't withstand. Although not motivated by it, you stand up from between the three demons that surround you, who look at you perplexed and astonished as you walk away of them and then out of your room to meet your lovely demon before he runs to his room to hide in embarrassment until he sees fit.

—Mammon—, you call.

Mammon stops, still unable to turn around and face you. —Doncha worry 'bout me. No-Nothin' can make The Great Mammon feel..., feel..., feel...—, Mammon stops unable to decipher what word could describe his emotion best: is it sadness or anger?, is it frustration or embarrassment?, is it betrayal or invalidation?

You walk to him. But Mammon stops you: —Please don't...—. Although you halt for a moment, you notice Mammon distress, even if you can only look at his back. So you move to him anyway, placing your hand delicately in his shoulder and moving around until you get to be face to face with him.

—Mammon...— you say in a kind tone of voice, smiling with every word, —I find it cute—.

Mammon blushes; but his eyes now hold a little hope and expectancy rather than sadness, —Wh-What?—.

You giggle a little, and Mammon feels his heart full again. Once again, you smile gently: —That you are scared of ghosts and monsters, I find it cute. No, in fact, I think it's incredibly endearing—, your arms wrap around Mammon's torso as you finish your words. He stutteres, his body tenses, and his mouth dries. He wishes to tell you something along the lines that he, The Great Mammon, could never be scared of ghouls; but he's incapable when his beloved is holding him with so much care.

Finally, you place your hands in his face, grabbing it with gentleness, and he finally moves his to rest in your waist. You finish your train of thought, —I love all of you, whether or not you are scared of horror films, ghosts, curses, monsters, Lucifer, or even tiny bugs. It's fine. I like all you do and all you are, my sweet, lovely demon...—.

You place your forehead against his, and Mammon gladly accepts your little act of love, blushing. He closes his eyes when you close yours, both of you holding each other with no judgments in between.

Asmo, Levi, and Satan, who observed from your door's threshold, sigh unhappy. Until Levi breaks the awkward silence between them three, —Why is it that MC always indulge that idiot?—.

—Yeah—, Asmo adds, —It's not fair! I want to be pampered too!—.

—Hey..., don't you think Mammon is the best of us all?—, Satan asks, revealing some longing feelings in his tone of voice.

—Huh?—, Levi and Asmo almost yell in unison. —What do you mean?!—, Asmo asks. But Satan stays quiet, then he walks back into your room to stop the movie and turn off the TV, sensing that you might want some alone time to spoil your boyfriend, he's stupid brother, all night.

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[Disclaimer: The character(s) depicted here belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. The text here was made by me: Treasure of Mammon, meaning these are fan-made. | GN!Reader | English is not my first language, so there might be orthographic and syntax errors. I urge you all to interact kindly with this post].

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You’re the first to break away from the kiss. Mammon whines, his hands uselessly running up and down your back. He visibly deflates, and he sinks down into your mattress.

You tilt your head to the side in an attempt to feign ignorance. “What?” You can still taste the mint-flavored chapstick that had coated his lips.

Mammon looks off to the side as his cheeks slowly turn red. He fiddles with the ends of his jacket and mutters something incoherent. While you can’t understand what he’s saying, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to read Mammon. He’s like an open book.

“Do you want me to kiss you again?”

His face brightens up. “Yeah!” he says. “Do that again!”

“Ask more cutely.”

Mammon’s expression falls. “What? I ain’t doin’ that!” He crosses his arms. If you didn’t know any better, you would say that Mammon’s pouting.

You do know better. And he totally is.

“Fine.” You shrug. “I guess I’m not kissing you, then.” You motion to start getting up, and Mammon puts his hands out to stop you.

“Okay, okay! I’ll ask cutely,” he says.

You readjust yourself in your seat and place your hands on your legs expectantly. “Go on,” you say after a moment of silence.

“Gah, stop rushing me, alright?” This time, Mammon’s ears also turn a bright shade of crimson. He clears his throat and looks down for a second before looking directly at you. He bats his eyelashes and clasps his hands together. “Would ya please kiss me?” His voice is higher-pitched and noticeably squeakier. “Pretty please? Er, with a cherry on top? Please?”

You burst out laughing.

Mammon immediately frowns. “Hey! I did what ya asked! Now gimme that kiss!” He holds his hand out expectantly. Mammon blinks for a moment before quickly adding, “If ya want.” He puts his hand down.

It takes you a good few seconds before you manage to quiet down. “Of course, I want to, Mammon,” you say with the ghost of a laugh in the back of your tone. “Now, come here.”

You place your hands along the sides of his face and gently pull him in for another kiss.

The Older brothers wrapping their wings/tail around you 👀

Just some scenarios Abt the obey me brothers and their wings/tails

Cw: Nothing really, only one mildly suggestive comment at Levi's part. Not proofread

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LUCIFER

You and Lucifer have been working on paperwork in his office for what feels like all day. Having felt bad for the exhausted demon, you had insisted to help him out, even if it was just a bit. Despite the determination you have to help lessen his work load, you can't help but to doze off.

You're eyes start to flutter shut, every attempt made to stop it failing miserably. Lucifer noticed this, of course. He wasn't blind, he could see the way your beautiful eyes threatened to shut at any time.

He expected you to fall asleep, but he didn't expect it when your head tilted to the side, landing on his shoulder. He can't stop the light pink that dusts the tips of his ears. The corners of his lips twitch up into a small smirk, his pride swelling a bit at the situation. His human You fell asleep on him.

He also can't help the way he lets his demon form out, his large black wings closing around you, wrapping you in them like a soft, warm blanket.

He doesn't want His favorite human to get cold, after all.

MAMMON

You and Mammon are currently running away from Lucifer. The Panzi scheme Mammon dragged you into doing with him failing miserably, and attracting the wrath of his older brother.

You're running as fast as you can, which isn't great coupled with the fact that you've starting running down the large staircase. Your foot slips, causing you to fall. Just as your life is about to flash in front of your eyes, you feel one of Mammons leathery black wings wrap around you, scooping you up before you could fall to what would've been your doom.

He's to absorbed in the moment to realize he's practically swaddled you in his tail. That is, until you finally get to safety. His wing is still wrapped firmly around you as he catches his breath.

"Whew! That was a-" He starts, but his words catch in his throat as he sees you in his wing, laughing breathlessly beside him. The heat rises to his cheeks quickly, his face flushing bright red in no time.

He keeps his wing around you for as long as possible. When you finally start to tease him about it, he denies everything Like the tsundere he is. And even then he keeps his wing tucked firmly around you for as long as you'll let him.

He's the avatar of greed, after all.

LEVIATHAN

You and Levi were both holed up in his room playing the newest two player video game he brough. You've both been at this for hours, not that either if you mind.

After a while you feel something cold wrap around your waist. You look down to see Levi's tail wrapped firmly around your waist, the tip of his tail rubbing against the plush of your thighs. You look over at him, trying to see whats going on.

He was so excited after winning the game he didn't even realize hd went into his demon form, until he saw you looking at him with that smug look on your face. That's when he noticed it. And to say the sight nearly gave him a heart palpitation wouldn't be an exaggeration. He quickly unwraps his tail from your waist, his face a blushing mess as he stammers out an apology.

"S-sorry! You probably don't want to touch a yucky otaku like me anyway-"

You cut him off in the middle of his self deprecation.

"Levi, it's fine. It's actually nice, having your tail around me like that."

This man lost his mind at that. His face flushes and blood drips from his nose like an anime character. He nods, not trusting his voice at the moment. He wraps his tail back around you, tugging you slightly closer to him.

"L-lets get back to gaming, yeah?"

He says, picking his controller back up and pressing play on his game. Though gaming wasn't actually what was on his mind wink wink.

It's safe to say he focused none on the game that night.

💖💛 Undeniable love 💛💖

🔎Summary: While you and Mammon enjoy your loving relationship prior to your wedding, Lucifer deals with his sadness after knowing his brother's decision.

👥️Characters: Lucifer, Mammon x MC (gender neutral reader, referred to as you/your).

⚠️Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Established and monogamous relationship with Mammon. Everyone has/had a crush on MC. Mainly Lucifer's POV on your and Mammon's relationship. Arguing.

📝 Note: A sort of part two of "Undeniable fate", my favorite text I have written so far. However, you don't need to read it to understand the plot. After reading OG lesson 59 and 60, it's indirectly confirmed by Diavolo that marriage between humans and demons is forbidden, so what would happen if MC and their lover, a demon, choose to marry? Maybe the only option is for MC to turn into a demon or the demon to turn into a human. I think a human cannot turn into a demon easily, only by a period of time or after dying. Also, I don't think MC would approve that their beloved demon turned into a human as human lives are shorter than demons' (although it's probably easier magic-wise); however, if their beloved stood their ground, would they eventually agree?

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You sit on Mammon's lap, both cuddling in the living room's couch, laughing as you feed snacks to each other. He has you in his arms, and you feel safe and happy. In all your life, you've never felt this way before: it's not only the gratification of being loved, it's the safest you feel with him. Mammon has turned into your safe place, your charging station, your partner of wholesome moments, and, definitely, your home.

The same can be said of how he feels about you.

Both of you are aware of the other's feelings, the healing spell that your hearts have chanted on the other's, and the undeniable love that goes through both your bodies when together. Your gazes say so much: dilated pupils, shiny eyes, and of course, tender smirks and chaste kisses until alone.

It was, honestly, a surprise for all of your beautiful demons, now soon to be your family officially since you and Mammon are engaged, and it was also a surprise to your friends, when you two disclosed your relationship. But mostly, it was a heavy hit in the gut for them all.

—What? You love Mammon?! From all of us, you chose him!— Belphie complained.

—Hey! What's that supposed to mean, sleepy head?!—, Mammon counter-attacked.

Followed by Belphie's surprised comment, all his brothers, and, later, your friends had thoughts too. All of them except Lucifer. Maybe many things went through his head, but it was no surprise for him. He noticed your shared looks before you two even admitted your feelings; he also noticed the way you clinged to Mammon's arm; how, when scared, you looked for him and him only; the way Mammon couldn't stop following you around like a puppy full of wonderment; how you brushed things off his face with so much gentleness, like a hair or a crumb from the sandwich he had for lunch; how you helped him with everything possible, and in exchange, he offered you his loyalty and devotion. Lucifer noticed the relationship you two were building: the constant praises, the comments you made to each other, the shared secrets, the hidden crush you had on his brother and the absolutely evident crush on you that Mammon couldn't hide.

It all came together for Lucifer the day that Mammon came from work, upset, bewildered, and disturbed, and faced Lucifer after learning by the witches who extorted him, that you and him are soulmates. Lucifer felt a sting in his chest but kept a stoic face for Mammon.

After that, Lucifer noticed the shift between you two: first, your gazes didn't meet and when they did, you diverted; then the way one blushed around the other, as well as the sudden break you two did from each other's company, the way one of you looked to your shoes when the other walked by, hiding your face from the embarrassment, and, of course, the pain that lingered when you two were in the same room, confronted with awkward silence. Until, one day, it all changed again, back to the soft attitude, the secret gazes, the shared thoughts kept in confidence between you two only; but also, the stolen caresses under the table, Mammon sneaky escapes to your room, the way you both panted very hard after someone ran into a "private conversation" you were having, or in class, asking the teacher to go to the bathroom, one after the other, and coming back with disheveled heads, messy uniforms and swollen red lips.

Lucifer thinks, as of now, that maybe everyone knew, but their infatuation with you blinded them to the truth. For him, however, it was no secret, accustomed to taking care of his brothers, observing beyond the superficial daily life that his six beloved family members make it seem like it happens, Lucifer always looks deeper, especially if it is Mammon.

Mammon fools nobody, and definitely, not Lucifer.

So when you openly admitted you two were on a relationship after defending him, he was not surprised.

—Stop! Mammon didn't make your things disappear! He was not around when it happened—, you stated in a firm tone of voice.

—Oh yeah? How are you so sure, MC? He could have lied to you too, you know?!—, Asmo responded, incriminating his brother and defying your good intentions.

—Exactly—, Levi said, —And why do you always have his back?! You know he has stolen stuff before! It was obviously him!—.

—It wasn't him—, you stood your ground.

—MC, stop. Ya don't need to- —, Mammon whispered to you with a gentle voice, but Satan interrupted him before he could finish, —MC... How are you so sure it wasn't him?—.

Enraged by their lack of empathy and their obstinacy, you revealed it all, almost yelling —Because we were together the whole day! We were on a date!—.

—D-Date?!!!—.

—Yes Levi, Mammon is my boyfriend!—.

—What? You love Mammon?! From all of us, you chose him!—., Belphie pointed out in a complaint.

—Hey! What's that supposed to mean sleepy head?!—, Mammon answered with a frown.

The arguing ensued shortly after, you were angry, but barely said a thing. Mammon tried to defend you two but shut it when he realized it was unfeasible to make sense of his brothers at the moment, especially after you pulled his shirt's sleeve. The others bickered for a while, astonished and upset, until they realized it made no sense to continue.

But Lucifer stood quiet during the whole ordeal, looking at it all unfold. Yes, he felt his heart shattered, his crush on you impossible to become a reality, and then, a creepling fear came back, reminding him of what happenned when one of his family members fell in love with a human before: losing them for eternity. And yet, there was nothing he could do. After all, it's his brother's decision, not his.

At one moment, he tought he could take Mammon away from you and imprisoned him in a safely guarded place until you died, lots of magic shields around the site, that, even though strong, Mammon couldn't break. Or Lucifer could try to seduce you and stole you from his brother, mercilessly, making Mammon stay by his side for countless millennia and satiating his desire for you. None are worth the try, though. Especially when it's obvious that you and Mammon love each other so deeply. It'd be a tragedy.

And he still thinks so. As he watches both of you from his open office to the living room, he feels a huge sadness take over him: It comes from the love that you and Mammon share, both your destinies intertwined for eternity. Lucifer can see that future, even though he has no clairvoyance powers, because it is obvious for anyone around you.

As he looks back to his half-empty cup of demonus, red like human blood, next to a tall pile of paperwork, he realizes the painful truth. Lucifer stands up from his desk and walks to the window: the moonlight coming through, the view of the Devildom's main city blooming under his gaze, from the hill his house sits on. Lucifer smiles with tenderness and accepts Mammon's decision with a heavy heart. A decision soon to be a reality. Something comes to his mind, something that Lucifer probably won't say to Mammon's face until decades later; nonetheless, he whispers to himself:

—Good luck in life, Mammon. You are my beloved and best brother, forever..., even if you turn into a human for them—.

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[Notes: The character(s) depicted here belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. The text here was made by me: Treasure of Mammon, meaning these are fan-made. | GN!Reader | English is not my first language, so there might be orthographic and syntax errors. I urge you all to interact kindly with this post].

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They've never changed😭

Mammon head cannons <3

We all know mammon is tsundere, loving to bottle up his emotions towards his loved ones and put on a act. However whenever you two are alone, his tough guy persona melts away completely and turns into your shy demon boyfriend. He both hates and loves that you have that power over him

He loves to collect little trinkets. Hey, no he didn't steal them!..... most of them. I like to think that he has some really sharp eyes so even if something is really well hidden, he spots it a nicks it. He loves showing off his collection to you, talking a million miles a hour as he holds onto your sleeve and boasts about his new tiny thing

If you were to come down to devildom as a welder or a Jewler, oh lord he will try to marry you on the spot. He absolutely loves to watch you work on your creations, even subjecting little ideas he comes up with for you to make. Sure, at the start he tries to steal your creations to sell them but once he gets closer to you, he absolutely loves bringing you his little trinkets to wield into rings and bracelets

Absolutely loves making nests with his pillows and blankets, spreading his body out on top of his nest in his full demon form. He will act all shy if you find him like this on his nest but when he realizes your not making fun of him, buddy, you are in for a long night of cuddles and deep conversation.

Ok hear me out, when mammon cuddles you, he lets out soft snores that sound like a mix between a purr and the sound a crow makes when its happy. He will hide his face in your neck while cuddling as his arms wrap protectively around your waist, subconsciously purring his little heart out in his sleep as his wings cover you in a protective hold

After having you literally die in his arms that one time, he realized how easily it was for you to slip from his fingers so this man does HEAVY research on humans. What humans cant eat, what irritates their skin, what's best for their health, what food will make them live longer, what temperatures they can withstand, the whole 9 yard. He will always give you a bottle of water at morning, noon, and night and will refuse to go anywhere unless you drink some. If he finds out you haven't been drinking through the day, he will genuinely get scared you will die and beg you to drink. He might have missed a few things but he loves you dearly

He gets bad nightmares about loosing you and those dear to him, they started happening more often after he held your dead body in his arms. He would usualy wake up in a cold sweat and go find lucifer, making sure to poke his head into his little brothers rooms to make sure they are ok before going to find comfort in Lucifer. But with you? He would cling to you and thank anyone who would listen that you were still alive, still next to him. He would hide his face in your neck and quietly cry himself back to sleep, being woken up to immediate comfort from you

He mindlessly doodles when he is bored or if he is focused on something else, like you for example. He likes to admire you during class so sometimes when he's supposed to be taking notes, he will start to subconsciously doodle you in his notebook. He will turn bright red if anyone points this out and he will throw his notebook into the wall, just like that video of the guy throwing his laptop into the wall. Poor guy wont get a break

My man will 100% steal you away from his brothers and just go for a walk with you, it doesn't need to lead to anywhere, he just likes talking and being with you

He calls you his little treasure, his jewel, his first, and most likely a nickname of your actual name. They roll off his tounge so easily, he will accidentally call you these Infront of people. "Stay away from my treasure!" ..... "your what?" " D...DONT AVOID THE QUESTION!"

"I wouldn't trade you for all the grim in the world treasure, you mean more to me then money"

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I absolutely love Mammon, he is my favorite character but i dont think this was written to the best of my ability. I might come back to this in the future but until then<3

Who should i do next?

Mammon looks so cute with his pigtails 🤲💞

please, "Under the sheets" with Mammon slightly suggestive

Thanks for sending your request!! Here's the quick drabble with the prompt, 💛 hope you enjoy!

5 - Under the sheets ࿔*:･

MC's smile widened as they realized Mammon had already woken up from his slumber, his sleepy blue eyes meeting theirs with a drowsy spark of affection. With a gentle touch, they caressed his face, tracing the contours of his features with adoration. They can’t deny, they adore him.

In one fluid motion, Mammon stretched languidly before positioning himself atop their body, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "Morning, ya sleepy head," he greeted, his voice a husky murmur as he wrapped his arms around their waist, fingers dancing teasingly over the soft skin beneath their pajamas, his nails grazing their hips. His desire for closeness was palpable, demanding immediate satiation.

Responding to his touch, MC emitted a soft hum of contentment, their arm snaking around his neck to pull him closer, their lips meeting in a tender kiss.

The only thing that could be heard was the sound of the old fan and the echo of their wet kisses that intensified little by little. Mammon anxiously pulled the sheets, enveloping them in their warm cocoon, pressing his body against MC's with an urgency that made them gasp. He was so greedy.

“M-Mammon~” The human pants and giggles, their fingers intertwining with his hair locks, pulling gently.

“Shh…” Mammon hushed them softly, his own breath coming in shallow gasps as he savored the intoxicating closeness they shared.

As their kisses deepened and their embraces grew more heated, the demon and the human exchanged intimate caresses, smiling with every passionate touch that teased their intimacies. Both bodies moved in sync, the movements growing more urgent, more primal, as they surrendered into the raw desire. With a fervent intensity, they intertwined their legs, pulling each other closer in a desperate bid for closeness.

Suddenly, a loud noise shattered the tender intimacy, and the door flew open to reveal Leviathan, his expression a mix of fury and defiance. "Mammon, you scum, where are you?" he hissed, only to falter as his eyes widened in mortification at the scene before him. "Whoa! Sorry, sorry, didn't mean to intrude!" he stammered, face flushing crimson with embarrassment.

Mammon pulled away from MC, irritation evident in his gaze as he faced his younger brother. "Levi! What the hell are ya doin' barging in here like that?" His protective instincts flared up, instinctively shielded MC with his body, a silent warning to Leviathan not to pry further into their private moment.

Still flustered, Leviathan stumbled over his words in a hurried apology. "I-I was just... I... uh, sorry!" He barges away from the room, the purpose of his intrusion long forgotten amidst the awkwardness of the situation.

“Gosh… Why can’t we have some privacy?” Mammon grumbled, frustration evident in his voice as he shot a glare at the closed door.

“Well, at least we were under the sheets…” MC giggled, leaning in to give Mammon a soft peck on the lips.

Not completely finished but here's the birthday boi!!!

•~°≈A Murder's Love≈°~•

Prompt: Mammon's murder of crows loving MC more than they love Mammon.

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So we all know that Mammon has a murder of familiars. They're all crows and they're a lot like himself, basically mini Mammons. They are always making a raucous, they like taking shiny things, and are always following those they're like.

They really like Mammon and he is the only person they'll listen to. There is constantly a handful of crows following behind him. That was until you came to Devildom. They all flock to you and will take your word over Mammon's. Some familiars they are...

The crows love your attention! So much so that they bicker in jealousy just for said attention.

Whenever the crows try getting your attention, Mammon starts shooing them away. Be it out of jealousy of his own or from embarrassment that his familiars are relieving his true feelings towards you.

The crows nestle and preen your hair. They braid their feathers in your hair while they do. Your hair is their nest now. You cannot stop them.

They are constantly giving you gifts. From their shiniest of feathers to just really random trinkets they find. If you try and keep all these gifts from them, they'll only start giving you more. Now you have 3 shoe boxes full of crap, but it's their crap and it's the thought that matters.

Mammon gets jealous too and starts getting you more gifts. They give you a ran over penny and Mammon will buy you a new pair of shoes you wanted. At least you have another shoe box for the birds.

It's actually humorous watching Mammon compete with his own birds for your love. You have to sometimes remind him that they're his birds and you aren't gonna love a murder more than you love him. Just don't let the crows hear you say that.

The murder havs sanctuary in the shed that's in the back garden. Mammon gives them seeds every morning and night. Sometimes Mammon asks if you would like to help feed them. Oh, how the crows love when you do. They get to see you!

The crows live a very free life compared to other familiars. That's mainly because their owner is a chill demon who dislikes responsibilities and wants a free life like them.

Despite this pettiness of his birds possibly getting more attention then him, Mammon is actually thankful that the crows like you. His crows can be picky with who they like. (They once chased Belphegor down the hall). That's all I have to say. His murder loves you.

•~°≈ Have a joyous day! ≈°~•