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Hiiii! Love your writing 😘😘 wondering if you wanted to write about mammon and a little pet play with a gentle soft Dom!AFAB Mc (or GN). Have a nice day!!!

It's Always Sunny With You (NSFW)

Summary: Mammon always takes his brothers’ harsh words head on - he doesn’t care what they have to say about him! But after overhearing his brothers talking behind his back, Mammon isn’t sure how much more he can take. Sometimes, your little puppy needs to be reminded how much you love him (and just how good he is).

Warnings: sub!mammon, dom!reader, hurt/comfort, starts out angsty with a capital A, swearing, pet play, reader calls mammon “puppy” and “pup”, mammon calls reader “master”, body worship, so so much praise

Let me know if you think I missed anything!

All characters are over 18 :) 

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Oh Mammon my sweet sweet boy :( So excited to be writing for him! He deserves all the love in the world, and sometimes he seems to forget that. Thank you so much for the request, I hope you enjoy! Sorry that there’s so much exposition, I can’t help myself sometimes…

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Mammon put up with a lot.

This much was clear - as one of the seven rulers of hell, the second oldest at that, he had a lot on his plate. No matter how idiotic, or greedy, or in his own world he acts, he does really love his brothers (don’t you go telling any of them, now!).

Which made what was happening right now hurt so much more.

He knows he isn’t the world’s best older brother - hell, he could be a pretty terrible one at that - and the way he acted 99.9% of the time reflected that. Like all the times he’s pawned off some ridiculous anime figure of Levi’s (why have it if you’re just going to keep it in the box, huh?), or one of Satan’s first edition books, or one of Lucifer’s cursed records, or-… you get the point. He certainly has a greedy streak, but he can’t help it, okay? That’s his whole shtick, for crying out loud! Sure, he tends to gamble all the money he earned from pawning their stuff, but so what if he did? He always wins it all back eventually, anyhow. Especially if he has you - his lucky treasure - at the tables with him. He swears he always wins when you’re there to cheer him on.

But you weren’t here now, were you?

No one in this family had any idea of how to have a quiet conversation; Lucifer had eyes and ears in every nook and cranny anyways, so what was the point? It’s impossible to keep a secret in this house, so there really wasn’t any point in trying.

“-he doesn’t even treat them right, have you seen how unhappy they are when they’re with him?”

“And he’s so annoying, too. They don’t want to spend every breathing second with you, y’know?”

Immediately, tears blur his vision, and he picks up his pace. Stupid Satan and stupid Leviathan and stupid stupid Mammon. Do ya even love him? He wondered, fumbling his way into his room. Was he really just as bad as they were sayin’? He curled himself up on his bed, wrapped tight in the sheets, and sobbed quietly into his pillows. He knows he doesn’t deserve you - beautiful, kind, sweet, perfect you - it was inevitable that he would lose you. He never could hold on to treasure very long, anyways, how was he going to manage to keep one as precious as you? Who would want to stay with a greedy, annoying, clingy, disaster like him anyways? You were his everything, the reason the sun rose, the air he breathes, his most valued treasure. But you had so many people around you who loved you, who could love you better than him. Hell, you have the whole Devildom wrapped around your little human finger. Not to mention the angels who flock to you like you’re their reverie, and the shady sorcerer who insisted on taking you as his apprentice. All the powerful forces of the three Realms would come to your beck and call, so why would you want to have anything to do with someone like him?

Stupid, idiot Mammon. No one could ever love someone like you, anyways.

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You sighed, trying your best to discreetly glance around the table. The brothers were rowdy as always, but one voice was missing - the voice of your boyfriend. While Mammon wasn’t always the most punctual, Beel had almost obliterated all the food already, and he hadn’t even come down yet to “grace the table with the Great Mammon’s presence”. Thinking of him made you smile at your food, but your smile didn’t last for long. 

He’s never this late to dinner… you chewed the inside of your cheek, worried. I wonder if he’s okay?

“-MC, are you listening to me?”

You snap your head up from your plate, Lucifer’s piercing eyes staring you down. You flush, embarrassed, and scramble to respond.

“Y-yeah, yeah of course Lucifer! Just thinking about how dinner is so good, who made it tonight, haha? My compliments to the chef, they did a-”

“You’ve said enough. I could tell you weren’t present with us, anyways.” He glances at Mammon’s empty seat, and turns his eyes back to you. “It’s pretty obvious why.”

“Yuck, you guys are so gross!” Levi shouts, sticking his tongue out. “You know that’s normie behavior, right, MC? It’s so gross how you’re ‘in love’, or whatever-”

Lucifer rolls his eyes, ignoring Leviathan’s ranting. “Go check on him.”

You perk up, looking at him, surprised. “Really? Okay!”

Without as much as a second thought (much to the chagrin of the six brothers who were present at dinner) you throw together a plate of food and rush off to Mammon’s room. You wondered if he was sick (do demons get sick?), or maybe if he fell asleep - you knew he tended to stay out late, even on school nights. That can’t be right, you thought with a frown. He was with me last night.

Lost in your thoughts, you almost walk past his door. Double-taking, you take a few steps back and rap your knuckles on his door, to no response.

“Mammon?” Nothing.

“Hey Mammon, it’s MC! I brought you dinner, if you’d like it!”

 Still nothing.

“Mammon, are you in there…?”

A muffled “Go ‘way!” rings out, and you drop your hand that had been knocking to your side.

“At least come get your dinner, you didn’t eat!” “‘m not hungry.”

You twist the handle, noticing he didn’t lock the door. “Alright, I’m coming in there-”

“No!” you get the door about halfway open before a force is pushing it back closed. You throw your foot in the doorframe, wincing as the door tries to slam closed through your foot. Taking a peek in, you notice the room is dark. You can make out the outline of a blanket, strewn on the floor (presumably in Mammon’s hurry to close the door on you), and about nothing else. 

You push against the door, adamant this time. “Mammon, please, if you don’t want to talk to me about whatever happened yet, that’s fine, but please, at least take the food-”

The door opens just wide enough for Mammon to snatch the plate out of your hands. You don’t even see him, really - just the blur of his arm reaching around the door, and the feeling of the door once again trying to close through your foot. 

“I took the food, ya can go now-”

“Did I do something wrong?” He falls silent at your words, and you go on. “I’m sorry if I did, but please, let me make up whatever I did wrong-”

You thought that you had done something wrong? Mammon’s dumbstruck - you were perfect, you were you, why would you ever think you were the one in the wrong? Wasn’t it obvious that this was all his fault?

“...Mammon?” you sigh. “I- if you don’t want to tell me, that’s okay, I’m sorry I came to bother you, you clearly don’t want me to be here.”

He can hear your frown through the door, the tears that are probably hanging at your waterline, the dejected tone in your voice. Without thinking, he haphazardly sets the plate of food down, Diavolo knows where, and throws the door open just as you’re pulling your foot out of the frame. You blink up at him, surprised, and he immediately shrinks in on himself. He knows he’s a mess right now - ruffled hair, puffy eyes, wrinkled clothes - but he also knows that he can’t have you thinking you did something wrong. He may be a terrible boyfriend according to his brothers, but he won’t be that terrible of a boyfriend.

“Oh, honey,” you say, voice as soft as velvet, taking a few steps toward him. “Are you okay?”

And you watch as he just crumples, tears flowing openly again. He’s desperately sniffling, rubbing at his eyes, trying to get them to stop, but now that the floodgates have been opened, he can’t control them anymore. 

“Y-yeah, I’m fine, I’m the great Mammon, after all!” he responds shakily, trying his best (and failing) to hold in his tears. “Nothing shakes me, ya know that, treasure.”

You frown at him, worry written all over your face. You gently push your way into his room, and he lets you, looking everywhere but your face as you gently close the door behind you. The gentle click of the lock catches his ear, but he’s more focused on you. He winces as you click the light on, too, and hopes you don’t mind how he looks right now. He can feel your gaze on him, all of him, tearing apart whatever walls he was feebly trying to keep up. You always knew what was up, even when he wouldn’t say it. It was one of the things he loved so much about you - he didn’t have to be good with words, because you already know what he’s going to say.

He jumps slightly as your hands reach for his face, directing it at yours. His eyes still won’t meet yours, and you sigh.

“What’ll it take for my handsome boyfriend to look me in the eye, huh?” you croon sweetly. He can see the pout forming on your lips and the glint behind your eyes without even having to look. And he’s sure that you can feel the flush of his skin under your hands as blood rushes straight to his cheeks. It didn’t take much for you to fluster him, even now.

“Mammon.”

“...MC,” he conceded, allowing himself a peek at you. 

That was his first mistake. You were looking at him with such admiration, as if he had hung the moon and all the stars in the sky, and he didn’t know how to handle it. Why did you love him?

“Why do I love you? Why wouldn’t I love you?” You could tell he hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but you pushed on before he could get a word in. “You’re kind, and you’re so sweet to me, and you care about your family above anything else, and-”

“That’s not true,” he murmurs, watery eyes looking away from yours once again. “They think I’m mean, and annoying, and that I’m making you unhappy-”

“Oh, baby,” you coo, thumbing gently at his cheek. “Do I need to remind you just how perfect you are for me? My perfect boy.”

He flushes, stammering as you lead him back to his bed. There’s a noticeable dent from where he laid, unmoving, earlier, but you ignore it. Instead, you gently guide him to lay down on his back, and sit to straddle his hips. 

“I don’t know what’s got you all in your head,” you say, leaning down to hover your mouth just above his. “But I’m going to remind you just how good you are, okay?”

Before he can stammer out an “okay” of his own, your lips are crashing against his. There’s a sort of desperation behind your movements, and it has blood rushing down to his cock prematurely. He can’t help it, not when you’re straddling his hips and kissing him like your life depends on it. His hips buck when your tongue pushes into his mouth, and his shaky hands move to grasp at any part of you he can grab. They land on the plush of your hips, trying to guide you to grind down onto his already aching cock. You pull away at this, and he whines, a genuine sort of hurt hiding in the depths of his eyes.

“Baby, baby, look at me,” you murmur, cupping his cheek. “This is about you but that doesn’t mean you can break the rules. We go at my pace, okay?”

“S-sorry,” he hiccups, tears filling his waterline. “Sorry, I’ll be good for you, I’m sorry, I’ll be a good puppy, so please, don’t hate me!”

“Hate you? Honey, why would I hate you?”

You’re appalled that he would even think so lowly of you. Hate him? He didn’t show up to one dinner and you had about lost your mind! He had always been the sun - so bright and beautiful and charming - and you had just been lucky enough to have been pulled into his orbit. You didn’t hate him - hell, you revered him.

“T-that’s what they-hic-were sayin’,” he sobbed, the tears now at full force, “That I make you unhappy and that I don’t treat you right and and and-”

You interrupt again before he can spiral any further, squishing his cheeks between your fingers in an attempt to get him to slow down. 

“But did I say that baby? Did I tell you any of those things?”

He shakes his head gently, but the babbling doesn’t stop. He’s refusing to make eye contact again, and you frown, mad at yourself for not seeing the problem sooner. He had no reason to be insecure, he was the best thing that had ever happened to you, and you were just going to have to remind him of that.

“Silly Mammon,” you say, leaning down to leave a sloppy kiss on his cheek. “Does my little puppy need another reminder of just how much I love him?”

His head bobbles in a frantic yes, eyes finally finding yours again. There’s something feral sparkling in your eyes, but before he can comprehend it you’re slamming your lips back on his, your hands running down his pants to paw at his bulge. You toy with his belt a bit and he whines into your mouth, hips shifting under you in an attempt to get you to hurry up. 

You pull away, thumbing gently at his cheek. “Use your words, puppy. What do you need?”

“W-whatever you want,” he pants, his glazed over eyes struggling to meet yours. “Anything you want, please, wan’ you!”

You try to remain composed, but you can’t help the desperate shake of your hands as you fumble with his belt. You slip off of his lap, tapping his hip gently with your pointer finger as you shift off him. He lifts them for you without a word, eyes watching intently as you guide his pants and underwear off in one swift motion. You can’t help the grin from spreading across your face when his cock slaps against his abdomen. His tip is an angry red, almost purple, and fat globs of pre-cum run down the side of his cock.

“Aw, puppy, you’re already soaking for me, aren’t you? Sweet thing,” you coo, eyes never leaving his cock. “I’m going to ruin you.”

He doesn’t get more warning than that before you’re swooping down, tongue running up the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock. Your hands find his inner thighs and they twitch under your touch, trying to close around you as you slide between them. His hands scramble for purchase in the sheets as your head bobs down his length, taking him into your mouth. Another spurt of pre-cum dribbles out of his cock, and you suck it up, greedy, intent on making him fall apart under you.

“M-MC,” he stutters out between moans. “Master, please, I c-can’t take it! F-feels sho guh-good!”

You hum around him, sending vibrations coursing through him. One glance up at him and you know he’s already gone - eyes teary and glazed, hair messy, and one of his hands frantically fumbling to play with his nipple. You swirl your tongue around his leaking head and give one final bob downwards before he loses control of his hips and bucks into your mouth, painting your throat white with cum. You nurse him gently through it, suckling until his hips twitch with overstimulation. Pulling off him with a pop!, you give Mammon a lazy grin, rubbing gentle circles into his thigh with your thumb.

“Feeling better, puppy?” You murmur, kissing your way up to his mouth until you’re eye to eye, once again straddling the meat of his thighs.

He nods, and you frown down at him, unimpressed. 

“Words, pup.”

“Yeah,” he says,  dazed. “T-thank you, master, made me feel so good.”

“Good puppy,” you murmur, pecking his cheek. “Because I’m not done with you.”

He blinks up at you in surprise, and you spit on your hand, grasping at his softening cock. He winces at the contact on his sensitive cock, hands weakly moving to stop you. You grab at his wrist, giving him a warning look.

“You were doing so perfect for me, pup, what happened?” You pout down at him, giving his cock a warning squeeze. “My pretty puppy, do you think you can give me one more? Just one more, I know you can be good, hm?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, I can be g-good, hnn! So good, master, the goodest!”

He drops his hands back to his side, letting you have your way with him. Despite his earlier protests, he hardens quickly at your ministrations, tip already leaking at your touch. You lean down and press a gentle kiss to his mouth, eating up the little whimpers slipping from his maw. Once he’s sufficiently leaking all over your hand, you shift your weight, tapping his cheek to get his attention. 

“Ready, puppy?”

He blinks up at you in confusion, mouth opening to question you, but you line his cock up with your entrance and slide down, and his mouth forms a little oh instead. You flinch at the stretch, but any sort of pain quickly blurs into pleasure as you guide his tip to kiss that gooey spot inside of you. Your eyes want to flutter shut but you refuse to let them, instead basking in the drunken look on Mammon’s face. He’s clearly edging on the border of painful overstimulation and thoughtless pleasure, and when you clench around him just right, there might just be hearts in his eyes. 

“F-fuck, puppy, stretching me so good, aren’t you? Can feel you-unh!-all the way u-up here, baby.”

Your hand moves to your lower abdomen, eyes mean as you tap right where you feel him. He watches you with utter reverence, unable to look away as your pace picks up, hips rolling in a steady pattern. 

“So wet, aren’t you, puppy?” you pant, tightening your jaw to keep the moans from spilling out. “Absolutely gushing for me, gonna squirt for me like a girl?”

He opens his mouth to respond, and you slap a hand over his mouth. “Puppies don’t talk, remember? Or did I already fuck my puppy dumb?”

Your condescending tone has his eyes rolling back and his tongue lolling out, and you catch it, rolling it between your thumb and your forefinger. He’s drooling everywhere, little unh unh unh!s and masther!s slipping from his mouth. You tug on his tongue a bit, and you look him right in the eye as you spit into his mouth and let him choke on it a bit. When his eyes start to roll again, you let go, and watch him greedily swallow the mix of your spits.

“Say thank you, puppy.”

“W-woof!” he responds, and you give him a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss in return.

“Good boy, remembering my rules. How about you play with your pretty nipples as a reward, hm? And then maybe I’ll think about letting you cum.”

His head bobbles as he nods, hands messily sliding up to toy with his nipples. He rolls them between his fingers, tugging, and you see his abdomen tense as he holds back from bucking up into your soft, wet heat.

You’re not doing much better, and when his tip kisses that sweet spot inside you again, you feel yourself start to unwind. You lose your pace, desperately chasing your high as your insides spasm around him.

“C-come undone with me puppy, c’mon, won’t you-ahn!-be good for me? My best boy. You c-can cum, fuck fuck fuck! Cum.”

At your command, he lets go, filling your insides with his warm cum. You shake around him, prying your heavy eyes open to look at the blissed out expression on his face. His cheeks are streaked with dried tears and drool, and the most delicious flush spreads all the way down his chest. You run a hand through his matted hair as he comes down from his second orgasm of the night, extremely pleased with how he wearily blinks at you, eyes unfocused. 

You wince as you pull off of him, and his cum weakly dribbles out of your entrance. You roll over to lay next to him, making sure to slip your hand into his. 

You’re both absolutely disgusting - smelling of sex and covered in the evidence - but you bring his hand to your face anyways, gently kissing his knuckles.

“You know I love you more than anything, right?” You say, almost so quietly he misses it, “I hate that even for a second you doubted that.”

He tries to stop the feeling bubbling to his chest, but it’s hard to ignore when you nuzzle your face into his neck. He’s never really had the luxury to love like this, since he’s fallen to the Devildom, and it fills him with an inexplicable warmth. He rolls to face you, and he stiffens as your eyes find his.

“‘m sorry I made you worry,” he says, slinging an arm over you and pulling you closer. “I just…I’m not the best person, y’know? So I figured you finally saw that.”

You nip at the juncture when his neck meets his shoulder and he yelps.

“Don’t talk about my boyfriend like that. He’s the kindest, most loving, most exciting person to be around, and I’m the one who’s lucky to have him.”

The fierceness in your gaze catches him by surprise - why would you care so much? Sure, he’s the Great Mammon, but under all of his pizazz, he was just a boring, regular demon. Lucifer is influential, Leviathan is passionate, Satan is smart, Asmo is beautiful, Beel is strong, and Belphie (despite his brat behavior) is soft and sweet. But he didn’t bring anything to the table, not like they did.

“Stop that,” you say, louder this time. 

“Get out of your head and look at me. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be. You’re not annoying, and your brothers don’t know how much you do for them when they’re not looking. You’re an amazing brother, and the perfect partner. I love you, okay? I love you so much, my Mammon.”

“I love ya too, MC. Thank you for remindin’ me,” he huffs out, embarrassed at the tears springing to his eyes again.

He sniffles, hiding his head into your hair and pulling you closer. You hold him just as tight, and he drifts off in your arms, the tension of the day slipping away in your embrace.

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“Do you think Mammon is okay?”

Lucifer glances up from his place at his desk, glasses crooked and face a little flushed. He tries his best to subtly adjust himself, and rubs at his temples, exasperated. Sometimes, being aware of everything happening in the house was more of a curse than a blessing. Your voice as you cooed at his brother was going to stick with him for eons to come.

“I can assure you, Leviathan, he is more than okay.”

Word Count: 3897

Shared Pain 2.

Main Masterlist

Obey Me Masterlist

Part 1

Male Reader Version

Lucifer x Fem! Reader/MC x Mammon.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, whipping, physical abuse (depending on the view of the reader), crying, oral sex, light humiliation, voyeurism, cumming untouched; male.

Summary: Following the events of stumbling into Lucifer's scene with his brother, you take it upon yourself to receive the rest of the younger brother's punishment, receiving a reward in return.

W/C: 1.3k+

“Would you like to share his pain?”

“What?” Your chest clenches. “Would you like to share his pain?” Lucifer repeats himself, noticing out of the corner of his eye how Mammon’s body stiffens at the suggestion. “It’s quite simple, really. You’ll simply be taking his place.” Lucifer explains, causing you to swallow thickly. “… Okay.” You quietly agree, unaware of how Mammon’s eyes widen. Lucifer lets you take your time slowly moving to the bed, gently laying yourself on your stomach next to Mammon with your arms crossed in front of your face.

“Stay.” Lucifer shoves back down Mammon after he tries to stand. “What the hell? Didn’t ya say-” “I didn’t say you could stand.” Lucifer sternly states, glaring down at him until he relaxes his body on the bed again, still facing away from you. You look ahead of yourself and quickly feel a pair of hands slowly trace their way up your legs from your thighs to your ass, giving a small squeeze before settling at the waist of your pants briefly, yanking them down harshly in one swift movement, earning himself a small gasp.

“I hope you don’t expect me to hold back…” You feel his hands reaching your underwear, slowly dragging it down to rest under the cheeks, managing to get a peek at your lower lips. You feel a light graze along your ass, almost in a teasing manner, taunting you before finally landing its first strike with a loud slap, your mouth instinctively opening to let out a muted scream, your breath having gotten caught in your throat.

You’re barely able to let out a shaky breath before another crack of the whip fills your ears, this time forcing an audible scream out of you. The frequency of the whips quickly picks up, having you burying your face in the sheets in attempt to muffle your screams. In no time, you feel tears leaking from the corners of your eyes, streaming down to soak the covers your hands grip onto tightly while your limbs quiver in pain.

The whip continues to land piercing stings on your already bruising skin for a few minutes, thin lines of its strikes having formed. Loud cries start mixing with your screams of agony until you have trouble breathing, the noise of your struggles to breathe letting Lucifer know it’s time to end your punishment. Once the whips cease, you feel your limbs relax, taking in choppy audible breaths for a moment before feeling something lightly grazing your cheeks again, having your stomach clenching.

The fear quickly dissipates when you receive the feel of a hand rather than the leather whip, giving soft caresses in attempt to soothe the pain, failing to do so and instead leaving burning traces along the tender skin. “You did so well.” You hear Lucifer whisper in your ear, making you aware of the warmth of his body leaning over yours and getting you to turn to look to the side to him, your gaze getting caught elsewhere instead.

Looking at Mammon staring at you with a somewhat embarrassed and sad expression, you wonder for how long he had been staring, missing the way his hips lightly grind into the bed. “I think you’re due for a reward.” Lucifer’s voice breaks your attention towards Mammon. Lucifer’s gloved hand moves your head forward and presses it down softly, as if to tell you to not move it from its place while he sets aside the whip.

As you finally feel yourself catching on to your breath, hearing shuffling in the background, you feel your pants along with your underwear being slowly dragged down, having you instinctively clench your thighs to prevent them from being dragged further down. “Now now, there’s no need to be difficult.” Lucifer speaks from behind you, fanning out breaths in the process, the warmth landing on your exposed cunt.

Your body stiffens and your eyes widen, giving you no time to take in what’s happening and immediately feeling his wet tongue lick a slow stripe from your clit to your entrance, spreading your folds along the way. His tongue prods at your hole, teasing your opening without pushing in, his ears picking up on the shaky breath that leaves past your lips while noticing from the corner of his eyes the light tremble of your arms.

His arms wrap over your lower back to keep you pinned down as he returns to your clit, sucking softly to which your mouth falls open to moan in response while your eyes flutter. Lucifer looks over to his brother, seeing the lower half of his face concealed against his forearms crossed in front of him while he stares at you, involuntarily humping slowly into the bed his already painfully hard member.

Your body moves on its own to push itself closer onto Lucifer’s face who gives harsher sucks at your clit, making you groan as you bury your face into the bed while attempting to grind onto his face. Your thighs squeeze together as you whimper, feeling his teeth biting the nub before moving higher up, settling at your clenching hole once again after licking and sucking your folds momentarily.

His tongue traces circles around your opening, teasing you again as he smiles sadistically at the thought of his next action. You gasp at the feeling of him spitting on your hole with your cheeks burning from embarrassment while he smirks, content with the reaction he elicited from you. He finally shoves his tongue inside of you, taking you by surprise with a breathy whine escaping you, sticking your ass out for him more with your legs spreading apart.

His tongue struggles to swirl around your insides and thrust in and out of you, bringing it back in his mouth after every few strokes to take in your taste while the tightening in the pit of your stomach grows harder to ignore. While Mammon watches the scene unfold before him, he becomes aware of the wet spot his precum has formed on the sheets, the soaked area starting to wet his lower stomach while his erection throbs, desperate to be touched.

One of Lucifer’s hands manages to reach your hair, yanking your head back to pull it off the bed and hear your moans getting louder, your wetness slowly drenching his chin as you moan uncontrollably, babbling noises of pleasure without being coherent enough to be able to warn him of your release quickly approaching. “I- I- I-” You moan with your eyes rolling back, a loud groan coming from deep within your throat as your orgasm gushes from your hole.

His hand releases your hair, letting your entire body slump deeper into the bed with your face falling back onto the covers while he licks you clean. As he finishes, he detaches himself from you, wiping his face with his gloved hand and staining it, standing from his spot and moving to lay on top of you, hearing a muffled ‘oof’ coming from you. He pulls your head back up with his hand under your jaw and licks up a trail of drool you hadn’t noticed on the right side of it.

His other hand with his dirtied glove goes to grip at the whole underside of your jaw to tilt your head uncomfortable far back to capture your lips in his in a wet open-mouthed kiss, shoving his tongue inside your mouth to let you taste your remains on him as he grips your neck possessively. A small whimper interrupts your sloppy kiss, having you both pausing your actions and breaking apart to look to your right and see Mammon facing straight ahead with his hands clasped over his mouth and eyes clenched shut.

His hands muffle a moan of relief and his body relaxes, his eyes remaining closed while Lucifer’s body leaves yours, stepping to his brother. His hands grab Mammon’s hips and roll him over to the right, eyeing the large wet spot formed on the bed, a small white puddle in the middle of the darkened sheets. You both stare at him in silence, taking in his tired frame, seemingly about to fall asleep with his spent softening length resting over the drenched white hair on his glistening lower stomach as he dozes off.

Shared Pain 2.

Main Masterlist

Obey Me Masterlist

Part 1

Fem Reader Version

Lucifer x Male! Reader/MC x Mammon.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, whipping, physical abuse (depending on the view of the reader), crying, oral sex; ass-eating, rimming/rim jobs, light humiliation, voyeurism, cumming untouched.

Summary: Following the events of stumbling into Lucifer's scene with his brother, you take it upon yourself to receive the rest of the younger brother's punishment, receiving a reward in return.

W/C: 1.4k+

“Would you like to share his pain?”

“What?” Your chest clenches. “Would you like to share his pain?” Lucifer repeats himself, noticing out of the corner of his eye how Mammon’s body stiffens at the suggestion. “It’s quite simple, really. You’ll simply be taking his place.” Lucifer explains, causing you to swallow thickly. “… Okay.” You quietly agree, unaware of how Mammon’s eyes widen. Lucifer lets you take your time slowly moving to the bed, gently laying yourself on your stomach next to Mammon with your arms crossed in front of your face.

“Stay.” Lucifer shoves back down Mammon after he tries to stand. “What the hell? Didn’t ya say-” “I didn’t say you could stand.” Lucifer sternly states, glaring down at him until he relaxes his body on the bed again, still facing away from you. You look ahead of yourself and quickly feel a pair of hands slowly trace their way up your legs from your thighs to your ass, giving a small squeeze before settling at the waist of your pants briefly, yanking them down harshly in one swift movement, earning himself a small gasp.

“I hope you don’t expect me to hold back…” You feel his hands reaching your underwear, slowly dragging it down to rest under the cheeks, managing to get a peek at your balls. You feel a light graze along your ass, almost in a teasing manner, taunting you before finally landing its first strike with a loud slap, your mouth instinctively opening to let out a muted scream, your breath having gotten caught in your throat.

You’re barely able to let out a shaky breath before another crack of the whip fills your ears, this time forcing an audible scream out of you. The frequency of the whips quickly picks up, having you burying your face in the sheets in attempt to muffle your screams. In no time, you feel tears leaking from the corners of your eyes, streaming down to soak the covers your hands grip onto tightly while your limbs quiver in pain.

The whip continues to land piercing stings on your already bruising skin for a few minutes, thin lines of its strikes having formed. Loud cries start mixing with your screams of agony until you have trouble breathing, the noise of your struggles to breathe letting Lucifer know it’s time to end your punishment. Once the whips cease, you feel your limbs relax, taking in choppy audible breaths for a moment before feeling something lightly grazing your cheeks again, having your stomach clenching.

The fear quickly dissipates when you receive the feel of a hand rather than the leather whip, giving soft caresses in attempt to soothe the pain, failing to do so and instead leaving burning traces along the tender skin. “You did so well.” You hear Lucifer whisper in your ear, making you aware of the warmth of his body leaning over yours and getting you to turn to look to the side to him, your gaze getting caught elsewhere instead.

Looking at Mammon staring at you with a somewhat embarrassed and sad expression, you wonder for how long he had been staring, missing the way his hips lightly grind into the bed. “I think you’re due for a reward.” Lucifer’s voice breaks your attention towards Mammon. Lucifer’s gloved hand moves your head forward and presses it down softly, as if to tell you to not move it from its place while he sets aside the whip.

As you finally feel yourself catching on to your breath, hearing shuffling in the background, you feel your pants along with your underwear being slowly dragged down, having you instinctively clench your thighs to prevent them from being dragged further down. “Now now, there’s no need to be difficult.” Lucifer speaks from behind you, fanning out breaths in the process, the warmth landing on your burning ass cheeks

Your body stiffens and your eyes widen, giving you no time to take in what’s happening and immediately feeling his wet tongue lick a slow stripe from your balls to your puckered hole after spreading the mounds. His tongue prods at your hole, teasing your opening without pushing in, his ears picking up on the shaky breath that leaves past your lips while noticing from the corner of his eyes the light tremble of your arms.

His arms wrap over your lower back to keep you pinned down as he returns to your balls, sucking softly at the skin to which your mouth falls open to moan in response while your eyes flutter. Lucifer looks over to his brother, seeing the lower half of his face concealed against his forearms crossed in front of him while he stares at you, involuntarily humping slowly into the bed his already painfully hard member.

Your body moves on its own to push itself closer onto Lucifer’s face who sucks one of your balls into his mouth, making you groan as you bury your face into the bed while attempting to grind onto his face, feeling your length hardening against the bed with precum slowly starting to leak from the tip. Your thighs squeeze together as you whimper, feeling his teeth biting down before moving higher up, grabbing handfuls of your ass to spread the cheeks open and settle at your clenching hole once again.

His tongue traces circles around your puckered hole, teasing you again as he smiles sadistically at the thought of his next action. You gasp at the feeling of him spitting on your hole with your cheeks burning from embarrassment while he smirks, content with the reaction he elicited from you. He presses his tongue against your hole, applying pressure to slip past the tight ring, finally shoving his tongue inside of you, taking you by surprise with a breathy whine escaping you.

You stick your ass out for him more with your legs spreading apart, uncovering your now fully hardened member dribbling more precum on the bed. His tongue struggles to swirl around your tight insides and thrust in and out of you, bringing it back in his mouth after every few strokes to take in the taste of your inner walls while the tightening in the pit of your stomach grows harder to ignore.

While Mammon watches the scene unfold before him, he becomes aware of the wet spot his precum has formed on the sheets, the soaked area starting to wet his lower stomach while his erection throbs, desperate to be touched. One of Lucifer’s hands manages to reach your hair, yanking your head back to pull it off the bed and hear your uncontrollable moans getting louder, babbling noises of pleasure without being coherent enough to be able to warn him of your release quickly approaching.

“I- I- I-” You moan with your eyes rolling back, a loud groan coming from deep within your throat as you cum with a twitch of your member, shooting your release on the bedsheets, emptying your balls. His hand releases your hair, letting your entire body slump deeper into the bed with your face falling back onto the covers while he continues to lick at your hole, bringing you down your high and leaving your softening length soiled.

As he finishes, he detaches himself from you, wiping his face with his gloved hand and staining it, standing from his spot and moving to lay on top of you, hearing a muffled ‘oof’ coming from you. He pulls your head back up with his hand under your jaw and licks up a trail of drool you hadn’t noticed on the right side of it. His other hand with his dirtied glove goes to grip at the whole underside of your jaw to tilt your head uncomfortable far back to capture your lips in his in a wet open-mouthed kiss.

He shoves his tongue inside your mouth to let you taste your remains on him and grips your neck possessively. A small whimper interrupts your sloppy kiss, having you both pausing your actions and breaking apart to look to your right and see Mammon facing straight ahead with his hands clasped over his mouth and eyes clenched shut. His hands muffle a moan of relief and his body relaxes, his eyes remaining closed while Lucifer’s body leaves yours, stepping to his brother.

His hands grab Mammon’s hips and roll him over to the right, eyeing the large wet spot formed on the bed, a small white puddle in the middle of the darkened sheets. You both stare at him in silence, taking in his tired frame, seemingly about to fall asleep with his spent softening length resting over the drenched white hair on his glistening lower stomach as he dozes off.

Shared Pain.

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Lucifer x GN! Reader/MC x Mammon.

Warnings: Light nudity; naked ass, whipping.

Summary: Upon delivering dinner to Lucifer, you stumble to an unexpected scene between him and his brother.

W/C: 500+

A/N: There'll be a part 2 with two versions, one for people who were AFAB and AMAB, both with gender neutral pronouns.

You walk steadily towards Lucifer’s room with a silver tray in hand, having gone to the kitchen not too long ago to make him some Hell coffee and cut him a slice from some of Barbatos’ leftover cake, which wouldn’t have made it so far if it hadn’t had a curse on it for Beel, as he requested. Once you reach his room, you go to knock on the door but quickly realize the difficulty of the task with your hands already occupied with another task, opting to instead shout for him.

Before his name can leave your mouth, you hear a sharp slap, making you jolt away with a small clacking of the tray, another slap being heard followed by muffled voices. “Lucifer?” You ask, only for the voices to stop, a small moment of silence passing before the door opens. “Ah, Y/N, it’s you.” Lucifer smirks, taking the cup of coffee in his hand to lift it to his lips. “Why ya acting like you didn’t know who it was?” You hear a barely audible grumble, pulling your attention to the source.

“Did you say something Mammon?” Lucifer glares only to be met by silence to which he smiles before taking a sip. You stare wide-eyed at the sight before you, Mammon on his knees bent over the large bed… with his naked ass on display. You take notice of the slightly reddening lines on the cheeks resting over his pushed-down pants and brown jacket resting beside him with his usual glasses on top.

“This is awfully bitter.” Lucifer grimaces, calling your attention back to him. “B- but I-” You nervously stutter, overwhelmed at the situation at hand while he leads you through the doorway. “There’s no need to worry, Hell coffee becomes bitter when you prepare it for someone you’re fond of.” He explains, casually taking another sip after closing the door while you feel warmth spreading through your cheeks.

“I would’ve asked for tea, but it seems this will take longer than I thought.” He steps to the center of the room, facing the end of his bed and standing perpendicular to Mammon while you eye the whip of love in his hand. “You can set the tray at the table.” He instructs, staring down at Mammon. You do as he says, placing the tray on the glass coffee table behind him while struggling to keep your eyes off of Mammon.

“I… I guess I’ll be leaving now.” You slowly walk backwards to the door. “Stay.” Lucifer speaks, stopping you on your tracks. “Come here.” He continues to speak without looking away from Mammon. You follow as he says and walk back to him, standing next to him and trying to avert your eyes from his brother to no avail. Standing closer to him, you notice his body trembling, giving you the impression that it’s out of pain or fear, disregarding the possibility that it’s from embarrassment.

“There’s no need to pity him, he actually quite enjoys it.” Lucifer interrupts your thoughts, taking another drink from his cup, eyeing the way your eyes stay glued to Mammon who’s been facing to his right side, away from you. “If he really worries you that much, you could ease his punishment.” He suggests in a low tone, luring you in. “How?” You quickly look over at him, seeing him smile at you sadistically before answering.

“Would you like to share his pain?”

Mistakes.

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Yandere! Mammon x GN! Reader/MC.

Warnings: Yandere stuff, past kidnapping mentioned, physical abuse, blood, light nudity, implied attempted non-con.

Summary: After finally having an opportunity to escape from your harsh reality, you're unfortunately forced to find out what a grave mistake it is in the worst ways possible.

W/C: 800+

You continue to run, forced to ignore the ache in your legs telling you to stop while your mind runs over the previous events, trying to make sure you didn’t overlook anything. Just a few moments prior, your captor had stumbled through the door of your ‘shared’ bedroom; completely wasted. He had gone out to celebrate over some reason you couldn’t quite remember and returned at the dark early hours of the morning.

As soon as Mammon stumbled in, you immediately took notice of him having forgotten to place back down the curse on the door, the one that kept you from leaving. You waited as patiently as you could with trembling hands until he fell asleep after having failed to keep himself upright enough to ‘celebrate’ with you. Having passed out on top of you, you pushed him aside as carefully as possible before quietly making your way to the door.

After having spent so long locked away with your legs getting unaccustomed to much movement, they threatened to give up on you until you finally fell. You let out a frustrated shaky breath, trying to get yourself back up with the aid of your arms, wanting to put more distance between you despite having been running for what felt like so long. “Would you look at that?” You hear a voice coming from above you say, drawing your attention to look up.

“What do we have here?” Another one says, with a less than comforting smile, and you quickly come to realize that you’re surrounded by three demons. “They’re a pretty little thing.” The third one says, displaying its sharp teeth. “Oh, I’m gonna enjoy tearing this one apart.” The second one moans, getting you to look back at its darkened silhouette. You quickly stand to sprint away but easily get pinned down by the three of them, feeling them holding onto your limbs tightly.

“No! PLEASE STOP!” You scream to which they laugh, your struggles earning you scratches from their sharp claws. “What’s wrong?! I bet your flesh tastes as pure as your broken soul!” The first one shouts over your cries before they start turning you around to lay you over your stomach. You continue to cry while they tear the edges of your clothes, landing more scratches and deep cuts in the process, too occupied to notice anything else.

You hear a familiar ringing and look forward to notice your phone laying on the ground with a cracked screen displaying Mammon’s ID name. You struggle to reach forward to it while feeling multiple sharp piercing pains on your body quickly followed by the wet sensation of your blood gushing out. You finally manage to answer the call with another pained scream at the sound of a crack from your body.

“MAMMON! PLEASE! I’M SORRY! I-” You get cut off by a sharp slap landing on the side of your face. “SHUT IT!” One of them yells before smashing your phone to pieces. “NO! STOP!” You cry as they turn you to your back again, each pulling at your limbs to tear them from your torso. A loud crackling noise is heard, making them pause their movements and look in the same direction to which you follow with what little you can lift your head, looking forward.

Mammon stands before you, staring down the other demons with a piercing gaze that forces them to scramble away from you, releasing your limbs and letting him see the gashes littering your nearly naked body from the tearing of your clothes. “Close your eyes.” Mammon stares at you intensely while slowly raising a hand as the other lower demons start shouting and begging for forgiveness, knowing that regardless of his idiocy, his power is nothing to scoff at.

Your arms are quick to place themselves at the sides of your head, facing away with your eyes squeezing shut to brace yourself, and as soon as you do; the ground quakes beneath you. Screams of agony fill your ears, the screams seeming to never end as opposed to you having thought that it would be quick, unaware that Mammon is purposefully giving them a slow, agonizing death. Fortunately, the screams eventually stop, by then more tears having left wet trails on your face.

You slowly move to sit up while uncovering your ears just as slowly, looking around you to see the bodies to pieces, seemingly having been pulled apart much like how they attempted to do to you. Once your eyes fall to Mammon’s pristine form, you break out a small cry, standing and running to his arms as best as you can with the pain running through your body.

He takes you in his arms to keep you from falling over as you cry in his chest, soaking his shirt in your tears and blood “I’m so sorry! Please! I’m sorry! I should’ve never left! Please take me back!” You repeatedly apologize as he sets his jacket over your body, shielding your bare body from the cold early morning air. As he listens to your cries, he considers briefly degrading you for having left before deciding to simply pick up your crying form in his arms and carry you back.

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Lucifer

Imagines

Yandere

None Yet.

Non-Yandere

SFW

Shared Pain

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Shared Pain 2: Fem! Reader - Male! Reader

Headcanons

None Yet.

Mammon

Imagines

Yandere

SFW

Mistakes

NSFW

None Yet.

Non-Yandere

SFW

Shared Pain

NSFW

Payment

Shared Pain 2: Fem! Reader - Male! Reader

Headcanons

None Yet.

Belphegor

Imagines

Yandere

None Yet.

Non-Yandere

SFW

None Yet.

NSFW

Midnight Relief: Fem! Reader - Male! Reader

Headcanons

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Simeon

Imagines

Yandere

None Yet.

Non-Yandere

SFW

None Yet.

NSFW

Christmas Wish

Headcanons

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Mammon x GN! Reader/MC.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, non-con, somnophilia, oral sex; male receiving, unprotected sex.

Summary: Nothing, no spoilers.

W/C: 300+

Mammon slowly stirs awake, the sleepiness weighing down his eyelids and maintaining his eyes closed, leaving him to rely on his other senses. He quickly takes notice of the warmth wrapped around his hardening member, realizing that he’s being sucked off. His eyes manage to peek open enough for him to see a figure under his bed sheets, the head bobbing up and down making a cheeky smile find its way to his face.

Instead of saying a cocky remark as he usually does, he decides to simply lay further into his bed and enjoy the feeling. He quickly starts moaning carelessly as his hands lazily sneak under the covers, taking a hold of the head to guide the movements at a faster, steadier pace. He feels the nose come into contact with his lower stomach, forcing out a moan of your name with his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

The door to his room clicks open with the noise falling on deaf ears, only being roused by the scream at the doorway. He quickly sits up halfway to see the look of horror on your face while he stares at you in shock, too stunned to react before you quickly run away with a muffled sob. He wastes no time in shoving the sheets off of him, wondering if you were just standing in his doorway, who’s the person who had been blowing him?

Mammon shouts in surprise at the sight, falling out of the bed. “The hell are you doin’?!” He shouts at the familiar face while dread fills him, the same look of horror you had now in his face as well. The witch only smiles in return while looking down at his wide eyes that stare back, remembering how they met just a few days prior, though a few days was enough for him to fall in debt again, and when it became apparent enough that he wouldn’t pay up, the witch decided ruining his relationship would be payment enough.

Cowboy Mammon Drabble <3

Thinking About…

Thinking About Cowboy Mammon! Who looks oh so good fixing the fence. Nail between his teeth, the same teeth that left you marked after every encounter. The ache of your body is no longer a deterrent once he strips himself of his shirt leaving him in only his low-slung jeans dirty from the day's work. They don’t stay on long though as you go to bring him a cleaner, less sweat covered shirt only to be slung over his shoulder as he takes you to the shed and bends you over Lucifer’s workbench and eats you out till your essence is dripping down his chin, your screams the only thing to be heard across the acres of farmland and his brothers red in the face as the screams reach the main house, but neither of you seem to care as you lower yourself to return the favor.

Another brother who’s ego wouldn’t allow him to just outright confess

He’d try though, but the tsundere tendencies are just too strong

What do you mean he can’t just hog your every conscious (and unconscious) moment?

His crows are always bringing you shiny things

Tries to confess through an ‘anonymous’ letter but fails miserably since his handwriting is almost impossible to read

One thing he does successfully is teach you the basics of gambling much to Lucifers displeasure

Throws a fit though when you beat him at literally anything

Fall asleep alone? Don’t expect to wake up that way.

He’s basically a golden retriever in denial 

NSFW

He has the ‘sex on a bed of money’ fantasy so often it’s crazy

A sucker for some sloppy ass head

Quickies in casino bathrooms are a common occurrence ‘for good luck’

He won’t say it but he loves biting, being bit, just mark this dude up

He’ll experiment with anything that doesn't involve sharing

The twins and Levi hate when he gets laid cause he’s so loud

A switch through and through

Lowkey a perv in denial

Will send you spicy pictures n’ videos while you’re in class just to see you flustered

A redraw of an old art I posted on my old tumblr account I love dad mammon honestly

Um, hi! I was wondering if I could have a Obey me matchup? If it’s not too much trouble. I’m an asexual female, my star sign is Taurus and my MBTI type is INFP-T. And I am also a Hufflepuff! From what people have told me, they say my personality is very kind, sweet, caring, but they also say that I am a bit naive and gullible. And at first glance, I am very shy, but once you get to know me and we become close, I can be bubbly, fun, and silly. I am very stubborn and I tend to be very passionate about things that are important to me. But I also hate confrontation, I don’t like being yelled at and tend to try and be the peacemaker of everything. I would rather hide than start a fight. My friends also say that I give really good advice and that I am kind of the mom of the group, always worrying about others. But they also say that I am the baby of the group because of my innocence. I am also a huge introvert, I would much rather be home than out partying. But I do love to shop, even though I am cheap. I can be extremely lazy at times, but if I am passionate about something I become very hardworking and determined. Even though I am asexual, I am a huge romantic and I tend to love affection, like holding hands, cuddling, forehead kisses, etc. I am very self-deprecating, I talk really bad about myself and it’s also the ways I make jokes.My hobbies are painting my nails, reading and writing, swimming, and playing basketball. I dislike people who are mean to others for no good reason, and I also hate being in complete darkness. My love language is probably Quality Time and Words of Affirmation. And I think that is it. I am so sorry that this is so long. But thank you for doing this and I appreciate the fact that you’re doing this for people. Thank you again and I really hope you have a great day!

Aspec girls team up! Thank you so much for your request honey and have a really nice day. I hope you'll like the match up.

P.s. Also, you are an angel and this Slytherin would love to adopt you.

- Mod Satan

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Your romantic match is: Mammon

I'm not gonna lie, at the beginning Mammon tried to take advantage of your innocence – you learned very quickly to never let your possessions unsupervised in his immediate proximity.

That being said, once he falls for you he immediately stops doing that – it's not very gentlemanly of him and, ehi, he's trying to be the best for you, even though he says that he won't ever change for a human.

You and Mammon are very much alike in a couple of things – he tries to avoid conflict as much as possible (even though he gives his brothers a million of reasons to be mad at him, this boy), exactly like you do. I think the two of you could be a very balanced couple who sorts things out in a peaceful way (we love a non-toxic relationship).

Also, the amount of silly things you could do together? Unbelievable. You two end up dying of laughter every single time.

Even though he acts like a tsundere about it, he loves the affection you give him. Holding hands? Yes, please. Cuddling? Of course. Forehead kisses? PLEASE.

He needs your Words of Affirmation – he gets insulted by his brothers on a daily basis, please remind him that he's worthy of love and appreciation.

He doesn't really understand your other interests, but he would definetly play basketball with you every now and then.

Honestly, I just think you two are a perfect match and I ship it.

He once heard you make a self-deprecating joke and he went berserk on you – not in a violent way, of course. He's just worried.

"Oi, stop sayin' those things about yourself, will ya?! You don't want to make The Great Mammon mad!"

He never gets mad at you, he's just stubborn.

Your platonic match is: Asmodeus

First of all, this man finds your innocence kind of adorable – you're just so cute and naive!

Also, shopping? Painting your nails? He's your man.

He can and he will buy you anything you want when you're short on money, just beacuse he likes how those clothes (shirt, dress, sweater – you name it!) look on you.

He would love to have the chance to paint your nails – he can come up with the cutest and most colorful designs.

Words of Affirmation work very well on him too. Do I really need to tell you why?

If you want to cuddle with him, he'll be more than happy to oblige – physical contact is his way to show affection (of course, he would never get sexual with you).

Even though you're not a party animal like him, your bubbly and fun personality definetly make up for it!

He will tease you to make you shy – he kind of loves it, you're adorable.

Hey!! I was wondering how the demon bros would react to seeing mc's stretch marks for the first time? I am a lil chubb and would love some fluff!! If you don't do all of them maybe just mammon, beel, satan and belphie? Thank you 😁

The brothers see MC's stretch marks for the first time

I loved this ask so much. Thank you for your request!

- Mod Satan

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Lucifer

As your lover, he has already accepted every single part of you – even the ones you hate. And he loves them.

Your stretch marks are not an exception.

He smiles and caresses your skin with his gloved hand, following your stretch marks.

If you're insecure about them, he will immediatly scold you – not in an angry way, of course. He just wants you to understand how beautiful you are.

"My love, there's no need to be insecure. You are breathtaking."

Mammon

He adores your being in every possible way. Even though he acts like he doesn't care out of pride in front of his brothers, he's probably the one who loves you the most.

And he shows that, even though he doesn't mean to.

When he sees your stretch marks for the first time, he actually doesn't pay much attention to them – not because he doesn't care, but because, to him, they're just another beautiful characteristic of your body.

It will take time for him to notice that you're insecure about them (if you are) – but when he does, oh boy. You're in for a ride.

"Oi, look at me, will ya? I'm your man and you are my human. That should clear things up, don't ya think?"

Please love yourself as much as he loves you.

Leviathan

Honestly, he doesn't even care about your stretch marks. He loves your body just the way it is – even though he violently blushes every single time he thinks about telling you.

At first, he couldn't even look at you. Not because you're not beautiful! I mean, he thinks you're stunning and that's the point. How could someone like you love a gross otaku like him?

He struggles with self-love too – he is definetly the one who can understand your insecurity.

Loves to make you sit on his lap while he games – he will hug you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder while his eyes are focused on the screen.

Satan

He's a gentleman.

Being the observant man he is, he immediately notices them, but never points them out – the last thing he wants to do is trigger you.

If you show confidence, though, he will absolutely love it – you're perfect just the way you are. You deserve to feel confident.

He wants you to feel confident.

He's just so proud of you, but he won't ever tell you – he will show you with his actions.

Asmodeus

Oh, this man.

He leaves a lot, a lot of kisses on your stretch marks – he just can't help it!

Loves to rest his head on your chest, belly or thighs – he could even let you play with his hair, just don't mess them up!

The King of self-esteem – you're not confident in the way your body looks? Congratulations, you've just triggered Asmodeus. He won't let you go untill you learn to love yourself.

"Darling, you're just as beautiful as I am! Why can't you see it? "

Beelzebub

Stretch marks? We love and accept them in this house.

They're not flaws. Don't even think about it.

Seriously though, this boy will do everything in his power to make you understand that you are loved.

This man just loves to constantly keep you in his arms – he loves the way your body feels against his. Now he won't let you go!

Gives the best bear hugs.

Belphegor

This man doesn't even notice them at the beginning – he's that clueless.

When he does, though, he just doesn't care – should he have any particular opinion on your stretch marks?

In any case, he doesn't have an opinion – they're just there and that's fine.

Loves to feel his body against his as much as his twin does.

Just let him rest his head on your chest while he naps – you now have a smiling Belphie.

MC: I like a guy who's environmentally aware.

Mammon:

Mammon, points out the window: That's a cloud!

Hello! I'm fairly new to the Obey me Fandom and I wanted to ask you if you could do a few head cannons for Mammon and Asmo? I'm not sure your character limit so I just picked 2. How would they react to an mc who is a bit of a rougher but kind type, like a monster hunter or mercenary? Someone who is self sufficient in protecting themselves. It's fine if this is a bit much. It's up to you if you want to take this ask on. thanks!

Welcome to the Obey Me community!! And this ask was really fantastic, thank you!!!

Mammon

He is shooketh when he sees how scary you can get

Like damn you didn't have to threaten the bullies with a pocket knife after they said something mean about him

He's 110% a masochist so he's terrified and amazed at the same time

But his pride is also a bit hurt

He's the one supposed to be protecting you, not the other way around! He doesn't need a human to look after him!

Is even more stunned when you managed to fight back against his brothers numerous murder attempts without his help (Like damn you survived almost all of them)

He'll definitely need to get used to being the one saved instead of the saviour in most cases

Asmodeus

At first he's constantly worried about your skin condition due to all the fighting that has happened and probably will continue happening

Like he'll be pestering you to at least stop getting hit on your precious skin

If you have scars anywhere he is worried sick

How are you supposed to keep healthy looking skin with all those scars?!

Don't get him wrong, he doesn't mind the actual fighting but he's concerned about the consequences it could have on your appearance

The first time he saw it he was literally like that one guy from the Wonder Woman movie

"I am both frightened and aroused".

He loves it when you protect him from things

Levi: Why are you sulking like a baby?

Mammon: MC left my text on read.

Mammon: And I am sulking like a MAN thank you

This could also apply to Levi! Just saying!

MC: Wow Mammon is so graceful and beautiful

Mammon: *trips on his own foot and falls onto the floor*

MC: Gorgeous

MC: Wow Mammon is so graceful and beautiful

Mammon: *trips on his own foot and falls onto the floor*

MC: Gorgeous

Incorrect Obey Me Quote #2

MC: I think I'm moronsexual.

Mammon: What? I thought you were MC, why didn't you tell me? :(