I Really Like That One Shot From The Jiyuu No Tsubasa Opening

I really like that one shot from the jiyuu no tsubasa opening

✨️💛 Silly but sweet headcannon 💛✨️

Mammon is a sucker for physical touch.

Once, Mammon said on a chat that he didn't like clingy people. But all his brothers jumped back, saying that's exactly how he is. And we all know that's true...

So headcannon that:

He loves to be held, to be hugged, to be kissed, to be touched, to cuddle and snuggled like the bby he is.

We usually touch his hands a lot and spend our breaks walking around school from one class to another or to the cafeteria, holding hands. He usually barks back: "Hey, don't do that all the time", but he's actually gripping our hand tighter than before. He spits words that don't align with his behavior, as usual. He better know that we are making fun of him later.

He secretly adores that we look at him so fondly: we are at class, doing our assignment in pairs, and while he reads his book on Latin spells, we are just looking at him with a lot of admiration and love. He notices and starts to panic; blushing, he covers his face with his book, pretending to read more thoroughly; but he's actually trying to regain the lost coolness he had going on. Asmo observes from the other side of the room and thinks his brother is an idiot: "Such a gorgeous partner, and he can't even rejoice from their gaze without getting embarrassed. What an immature grown ass demon-man!".

And finally, he absolutely loves it when we cling to his arm. Whether it is because we are walking back home, on a date, watching a movie in his room, or when we are afraid, facing an imminent death threat. In those moments, that gives him strength and courage: "Treasure's scared, 'n Imma powerful demon. I must protect 'em"; but in fact, we usually protect him and his bros with little to no problems.

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💛 Tsundere Mammon (headcannons) 💛 (1/4)

👥️Characters: Mammon x gn!reader

⚠️Warnings: Fluff, mention of lust and sin.

🔎These are some headcannons that I have about Mammon, mostly based on my own interpretation of how he is with us.

📝 Note: See Levi's here: Shy Leviathan (headcannons). See Satan's here: Rational Satan (headcannons). Ps: I don't think I'll do all brothers, though.

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Tsundere Mammon, who give us the cold shoulder at first, afraid of his own feelings first thing he saw us, trying to avoid falling in whatever trap this is, because our soul shines and he can tell he could easily be like a moth that flies to a bright light without a thought.

Tsundere Mammon, who mistrusts his own hunch about us because we are human, and humans have hurt him as much as humans hurt each other and themselves.

Tsundere Mammon, who is afraid of our first order once he's under our control by the pact, just to find out that we just want him to call us by our name and that we just want to be seen by him and to be his friend.

Tsundere Mammon, who quickly realizes that he can't avoid his fate, he is and will fall head over heels for us, and yet, he resists as much as he can.

Tsundere Mammon, who barges in any situation that makes him even the slightly jealous without a second thought and only after he acts, he realizes what he did, but still can't manage himself to accept why.

Tsundere Mammon, who everytime that he's faced with the question of what does he feel for us, he's quick to say the opposite to no avail, as everyone knows better than himself about his own feelings.

Tsundere Mammon, who starts to soften around us: suddenly, material things are not as important as it is to spend his time with us.

Tsundere Mammon, whose greed begins to focus on us, instead of material things.

Tsundere Mammon, who becomes our inseparable knight, our protector, and mostly, our best friend.

Tsundere Mammon, who we share laughters with until both our stomachs hurt.

Tsundere Mammon, who plans fun movie nights in his room; but when it's only the two of us, he starts to panic, thinking: "I-i-i-is this a d-d-date?".

Tsundere Mammon, who wonders if we were made for him, because he's sure our soul and his are linked somehow, and that he must have had to fall down from heaven to hell as part of his fate, just to meet us.

Tsundere Mammon, who craves the littlest and slightest drop of love and attention we can give him. Just a small praise, just a small touch, even if it's just us bumping against him by mistake.

Tsundere Mammon, who starts noticing every single thing about our routine and can't stop looking at us until he finds himself sighing fondly by our side.

Tsundere Mammon, who starts to acknowledge his feelings for us, secretly and yet bluntly, until he realizes he's willing to go to the underworld and back just for us.

Tsundere Mammon, who has found himself doing the right thing before pursuing his own benefit and his own interests because our influence starts to rub on him without noticing. He curses himself after he's left moneyless but secretly adores how proud he feels of himself; if we knew, we'd feel as proud of him, and that fills his heart of gold.

Tsundere Mammon, who slowly starts to relax around us about his feelings until he can honestly say he loves us infinitely, especially if we are alone together.

Tsundere Mammon, who simply can't believe we have chosen him over anyone else because we love him; if all his luck was being saved for this specific reason, then losing every bet was worth it.

Tsundere Mammon, who melts in our arms just by a little kiss.

Tsundere Mammon, who can't stop thinking about us in every single way, including lustful and sinful ways; and he's glad he's a demon, who doesn't have to fear about his own thoughts and desires.

Tsundere Mammon, who is willing to leave his life as a demon for us if we want to. Who is willing to stop living thousands of years in exchange of just a teeny tiny part of his lifespan if that means he can live it by our side.

Tsundere Mammon, who thinks on names he could give to our children together, and on how to get his stuff in order to start a family with us.

Tsundere Mammon, who plans both intimate and big gestures all the time for us, especially if we are dating him.

Tsundere Mammon, who acts like a perfect angel with us only, even if he acts like a scum or ruthless demon with anyone else.

Tsundere Mammon, who feels his life is complete and his heart is healed, once he has us in his arms, us fast asleep, both of us in his bed, after we finally admitted that we love him deeply and forever, including beyond death itself.

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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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all my flaws

pairing. itoshi rin x gn!reader

genre. post-argument fluff | suggestive themes | established relationship | new boyfriend!rin 

content/warnings. 2k+ wc | characters are in their 20s ! | pro-athlete!rin | making out | narration heavy! | profanity | minimal proofread (me and my word vomit) | it’s like a new installment of this rin

in which: people say new relationships supposedly need a breakthrough fight to level up, but rin swears he would rather go through hell than do this again.

Your first fight as a couple freaked Rin out, even though he appeared stoic during the argument.

In the heat of the moment, Rin abruptly left your apartment, not uttering a word. Instead, he left you with a lingering glance filled with apathy—a look he'd never cast upon you before. His eyes turned void once again, when you were just getting used to it being bright and free.

What began as a simple disagreement, like any other couple's quarrel, escalated into rhetorical questions, accusing tones, and suddenly, it was him against you.

Silently, he rose from his seat, walked to the door, and vanished like a shadow that had never existed. To Rin, it felt like the right thing to do. You can't leave him if he does it first, he convinced himself. A twisted logic, fueled by emotions creeping from his past.

Yet apparently, his logic seems to be in total shambles when mixed and driven by emotions concerning you, because ten minutes later down the road, he wanted nothing more but to turn the car around.

Even so, in Rin’s true self-sabotaging fashion, he refrained. Because he’s awful, selfish, and couldn’t even fix insignificant arguments like a normal person would. Convinced of his own flaws, he believed you shouldn’t be with him— shouldn’t give him that chance after all.

The next thing he knew, the ten minutes he could’ve made to retreat back and apologize turned into 27 hours and 48 minutes of misery, spent in non-speaking terms with you.

It sucks. Everything sucks.

That night, he slept in his own bed. The next day, the in denial and emotionally constipated side of him made himself believe that the expensive yet seemingly useless mattress felt responsible for the raging tension in his shoulders and back. Of course it wasn't because of the absence of your messages or the unfamiliarity of his own bed. Of course, it’s the bed’s fault.

Life isn’t what it used to be. The sun didn't shine properly if it didn't come through the window of your room he spent the night in, his usual protein drink tasted like absolute shit because you didn’t make it for him, and not to mention the lack of cuddles before he gets up in the morning— it was bound to be the worst day of his life ever since you happened.

To make things even worse, he’s disassociating in practice, even missing a goal making everyone stop in their tracks. It was an unusual sight, Itoshi Rin doesn’t miss, after all. 

He was acting so gloomy that Bachira even pointed out how there’s a storm cloud looming over his head. A statement that earned a curt ‘fuck off, bobcut’ from the striker.

Meanwhile, Isagi took a more rational approach of expressing his concern toward his friend’s atypical behavior by taking out his phone and sending you a message.

Isagi: Did something happen between you and Rin? He's being tenfold more insufferable. [1:13 pm] Isagi: Please do something about this. - Chigiri [1:15 pm]

On the receiving end of these messages, you couldn't help but admit to yourself that you felt a peculiar sense of relief, knowing Rin was grappling with the same turmoil after he left.

You'd had your share of arguments before—petty disagreements that were easier to fix due to forced proximity. It was simpler when you were obligated to walk together on the way home from school; otherwise, he would stand in the same spot outside your classroom if you decided to be petty and ignore him. Annoyed but still caring, he insisted on confirming you got home safely, reasoning that your houses were next to each other.

Rin was still hard-headed, much like all these years. A testament to this was his silence over the past 24 hours.

Reading Isagi’s text messages once more, you let out a sigh and made up your mind – you will force him to fix things with you. You will express your displeasure at his abrupt departure, insist he not repeat it if he wants to do this right with you, and convey that it should always be the two of you against any problem.

It might be a blow to your pride to give in first, but it is what the two of you needed. It is what he needed. 

It just happened that you loved that man enough to provide what he needed, despite all flaws.

A day of missing you must have driven him to hallucinate, Rin concludes. You, perched on his couch, delicately peeling oranges and chuckling at a whimsical show on the screen, are just a hallucination.

“You’re home.”

And would you look at that, hallucinations even speak.

From your vantage point, Rin looks like he's seen a ghost greeting him with his unblinking teal orbs and brows slightly arching upwards. You notice the subtle tightening of his grip on the strap of his gym bag as he takes measured steps towards you, as though cautiously approaching a dream he fears might dissipate.

“Rin?” you whisper in confusion. It was meek, barely a whisper of his name, yet it was all that he needed to close the gap between you in mere seconds.

You gape at him from how determined his strides were. Surprise is instantly replaced by warmth as your lover basically throws himself over you for a well-sought embrace the moment you're within his arms’ reach.

You’re real, and you’re here.

And he can’t even begin to tell you how much tension finally left his body with that realization.

“I thought…” he trails off, burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

As shallow as one might say, each passing hour of being away from you has fully convinced Rin that it might have been the end to what the two of you had.

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” you whisper softly in his ear, your fingers finding solace in the familiar texture of Rin’s hair, tenderly tracing paths down to his nape. Rin responds with a gentle kiss along the side of your neck, a silent affirmation of his gratitude for the comforting gesture.

Unspoken sentiments hang in the air, but neither of you feels the need to verbalize them just yet. The minutes stretch, and you both savor each other’s warmth that has been sorely missed.

As minutes gracefully slipped away, you initiated the release from his embrace, much to his chagrin. Rin openly displayed his disapproval by gently yet firmly wrapping his arms around you. But you were resolute in your purpose and slightly pushed him back.

“Have you eaten?” you ask, holding his face to look at you.

“No.”

“I’ll make you some food, then. Stay here.”

Before your intentions could take you to the kitchen, Rin pulled you back making you fall back to his lap. “don’t want you to go,” he confessed.

“But dinner–”

“No.”

“No? You don’t want to eat?”

“No,” he firmly replied, “Later. I want to hold you first.”

You didn’t respond to Rin, and just took it upon yourself to make yourself more accessible for him to hold by facing him while still seated in his lap. The shift in position sent a shiver of anticipation through both of you, and Rin, consumed by the moment, reveled in the exquisite sensation of your body pressed closely against his.

Slowly, his fingers reached the side of your jaw, tracing and guiding you closer to meet him halfway. With closed eyes, you felt his lips approaching, delicately and purposefully, until his lips were a breath away from yours. The distance between your lips diminished as Rin closed in, capturing your mouth in a sweet, lingering surrender. 

Rin’s strong hands explored every inch of you it could reach. You felt his touch on your neck, shoulders, down to your thighs. The teasing fingers paid extra attention to your waist, their grip subtly teasing the hem of your shirt. You melt into him more when you feel said teasing hands slide inside.

He was everywhere— your mind, your body, your very soul. Rin had them well occupied with all of him.

A soft gasp escapes you when he nips the familiar spot on your neck just below your ear, each kiss that follows tracing a path to your collarbones. Another gasp, louder this time, as Rin gently sucked the skin beneath your collarbones, mending the sweet sting with his feather-light kisses.

It was getting harder to think when a feeling of desire ran from your chest down toward your inner thigh from how impossibly hot Rin’s lips were consuming you.

And just when you thought he had had enough of you, Rin’s hand once again cradled your jaw, guiding your gaze to meet his. Shivers danced down your spine as you absorbed the sight of his half-lidded, glossy teal eyes.

“I need you, baby,” he breathed, “please.”

It seemed as though there was a lot to make up for in the past twenty-four hours that he couldn't hold you.

You stirred from your sleep to the sensation of lingering kisses scattered from your forehead down to your jaw.

Blinking away the remnants of sleep, you found your lover gazing at you with those bright and free teal eyes, and you swore you never had a better way to start the day than this.

A smile graced your lips as you prepared to reciprocate the affection, intending to reach for him and plant a kiss on his jaw. However, your gesture was momentarily halted by his unexpected outburst.

“I love you.”

Professing to you used to terrify Rin – it used to knock all the air from his lungs and make the room seem so small. Now, with a few years ahead to gather enough backbone to escape the misery of pining, professing to you— loving you, felt as easy and natural as breathing.

And he hoped, with every beat of his heart against yours, that he would be breathing just fine in the many years to come.

“I love you,” he tells you again. Just for good measure, to ensure you heard him right, and just to make sure you know he does love you.

You heard him well. His words were clear enough, and the rapid beating of his heart against yours was loud enough to attest.

“Say it back, please,” he pleaded against the soft skin of your neck.

“I love you, Rin.”

“Still?”

“Still.”

He offered no verbal response, but a palpable sigh of relief emanated from him. For a man of few words, he sure does need a lot to feel better.

His warm breath lingered on your skin as a brief silence enveloped you both. Then, with a deliberate yet gentle gesture, he gathered both your arms, placing them above his shoulders, and pulled you closer by your thigh, guiding it above his own.

He loved holding you this way. He wasn’t a big believer, but he wondered if this, right here, was the closest he would ever come to heaven.

“But we have to unlearn those bad habits, Rin,” you asserted, your voice carrying a firm resolve, “No more leaving. We will sit through it, and we will talk, baby.”

Rin’s arms around your waist tightened, as if silently acknowledging your words. You knew he was listening— Rin could be hard headed and all, but he always listened. To you, and only you, that is. 

Minutes passed in silent communion, the world outside fading away as you and Rin held each other. Eventually, drowsiness began to cast its gentle veil over your senses. You couldn't tell if Rin had fallen asleep because his face was buried in the curve of your neck, hiding away in your scent. Yet, the soft and steady rhythm of his breath made you think so.

As you closed your eyes, allowing the realm of dreams to envelop you, Rin’s voice, muffled and quiet, broke the silence.

“Are we going to be fine?”

Barely audible, his question carried a hint of hesitation. And perhaps, if you listen a little closer, you could almost hear the 11-year-old Rin behind his lucid words.

Lucky for him, you had known that little boy throughout your life, enough to love him just as he needed, despite all flaws.

“We will be.”

note. hi, my life ain't life-ing lately soooo here !! i hope all of you are fine and having a blast. but if you aren’t, i’m sending you all of my love. we’ll have better days ahead, trust 🤞🏻

I headcannon that devildom days are actually equivalent to two human world days so when MC gets there they just end up passing out randomly in the middle of the day till they eventually figure it out

Like you’ll be just casually playing on your phone in the living room when you start to get tired. You think it’s odd since technically it’s only midday. Until a few hours later your so tired you can barely get up so you just fall asleep.

Especially when it’s early in your stay into the devildom and it’s probably not safe to just fall asleep wherever you are in the middle of the day.

So you decide it’s just gonna be a scheduled nap time, so you have energy for the rest of the day.

I think the brothers would only figure out that you fall asleep in the middle of the day when they drag you with them somewhere.

Like if Mammon and Asmo decide to go to the mall after RAD. You know it’s during nap time but you go anyway. Until three hours later you’re so tired you can see it in your face. Mammon notices something’s wrong and asks you about it. You of course say you’re tired and that is usually nap time for you. Then something just clicks.

Mammons spent a lot of time in the human word, he knows how it’s different from his home. He knows human days are half as long as devildom days.

He obviously cuts the trip short and brings you back home, knowing Lucifer will chew him out if he kept you out any longer like that.

From that point on he let you sleep in his room so that your sleep schedule doesn’t get too messed up. Especially since you can’t just constantly stay up for two days straight. Of course he’d also let you sleep in your room if you wanted. And he would make sure to keep his brothers away (though he’s gonna deny it. The great mammon doesn’t care for humans! But he cares for this one)

Eventually the rest of the brothers find out once you start getting closer. Although he won’t admit it Lucifer is a little ashamed he forgot that humans need more sleep. Mostly since Solomon, aka the only other human, is already used to devildom days and can stay up for long periods of time.

Eventually you just start sneaking into their rooms when they’re gone and you need your midday nap. They probably don’t even notice you’re going into their rooms until one of them catches you asleep.

Don’t even get me started about Belphie😭 he would eat that up.

After you get close he’s definitely going to sleep with you. He would probably be a jerk about it too. Though don’t threaten him by saying you won’t nap with him, he will throw a fit till he gets what he wants.

Though with Belphie you’ll probably end up sleeping longer than intended. What would normally be a 6 hour nap to get you through the rest of the day could easily turn into 14 hours with Belphie.

Maybe it’s not entirely his fault though, his bed is the most comfortable (both the attic one and the one in his room) and he does naturally keep nightmares away.