Who Do Yall Think Mammon Would Choose If He Had To ? Mc Or His Car?

who do y’all think mammon would choose if he had to ? mc or his car?

— Lucifer fluff imagine x gn!mc!reader, no pronouns used.

— Warnings: None.

— A/N: Feeling very soft for him atm :(( this drabble just came to me the word count is probably like ~500 ish.

It's late at night in the House of Lamentation, and you and Lucifer lie in bed together, facing one another, and your hand is running through his grey-streaked hair.

Your soft touches have Lucifer blinking slowly, on the verge of falling asleep, but he can't seem to bring himself to sleep, as the image in front of him has him simply in awe.

He brings a soft hand to your cheek as you run your fingers through his hair, and he caresses it gently.

"Lucifer," You say softly, breaking the peaceful silence.

"Hmm?" His voice is deep and riddled with the urge to fall asleep.

"You should take more breaks," Your voice remains soft, and you give him a warm, reassuring smile.

Lucifer scoffs, trying hard not to roll his eyes at your suggestion. He loves the fact that you cared about him, he really does, but, he can't seem to bring himself to work slower for the Devildom.

"Thank you for your concern, but no," He says bluntly, and you chuckle.

Typical.

"Lucifer... you always work so hard, I think the Devildom would be fine if you took breaks every now and then," You say, reassuringly, and Lucifer sighs, yawning.

His gaze remains on you for a moment, his thumb still gently caressing your face. He knows his typical response is a blunt, no, but... looking at you like this, where you're under the soft glow of the moonlight peaking through the windows, your hands gently combing through his hair, and your soft voice has his tired mind seemingly under a spell.

"Okay," He says, and your eyes widen.

"Okay?" You raise your eyebrows now, a smile creeps along your lips. "You'll take more breaks?"

He sighs, nodding. "Yes, I will."

The smile upon your lips is very rewarding, and it feels like he'll do or say almost anything to see you happy like this, even if it's late at night in the quietness of his bedroom.

"You sure?" You ask, his response is almost too good to be true.

Lucifer chuckles, shaking his head. "Don't make me say it again."

You let out a soft giggle and you lean in and gently place a kiss along his cheek.

"Thank you, Luci."

He knows your concern and appreciation is genuine, and he leans in and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

"No, thank you."

sleeping/waking up with the obey me characters?

sleeping/waking up with the obey me boys

includes: lucifer, mammon, levi, satan, asmo, beel, belphie, diavolo, barbatos, simeon, solomon x gn!reader

a/n: thanks for the ask! these were so cute😋 (requests are open! send one in if you want!)

implied relationships, fluff, domestic fluff, hcs

wc: .7 k | rated g

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➳ lucifer wakes up before you, an early riser, taking the utmost care to slide out of bed without walking you. yet you stir, missing his warmth and solidness next to you. “go back to sleep, dearest,” he whispers, leaning over you. he places a feather-light kiss on your forehead, and soothed, you drift back of knowing he’ll wake you when it’s time for you to get up

➳ mammon clings to his sleep, getting up at the last possible second. you’re the same so there’s rarely a day when the two of you don’t race downstairs in disarray, shoving breakfast in your mouth as you head out the door. “oh, shit! mc, we gotta go!” he shakes you, pulling you from your dreams. “we’re late! lucifer’s gonna kill us!”

➳ levi relies on you to get him up, usually tired from a late night gaming. on the nights he does stay up, he clumsily gets into bed, pulling you close. if you move at all he freezes, barely breathing. when you just turn over and press your face into his chest he lets out an exhale wrapping his arms around you as he relaxes

➳ satan wakes up before you and watches you sleep, propping himself up on one elbow. he drinks in your features, tracing the curve of your nose, your jaw, your eyelashes with his eyes. you look beautiful to him, even if there’s a line of drool connecting you to the pillow. “beloved,” he says, caressing your cheek. “it’s time to get up now.” when your eyes brighten upon seeing him he feels as if he’s unworthy of the pure adoration in them.

➳ asmo is about the only person who actually ‘woke up like that’. he likes to wake you up by pressing soft kisses to your cheeks,nose, eyelids, chin, and, when you open your eyes, mouth. “good morning, baby,” he’ll chirp, too cheerful for the early hour, giggling when you groan and shut your eyes again, fingers dancing along your sides in the pantomime of a tickle.

➳ beel gets up early to work out, sliding out of bed a while before you do. you had asked him to wake you up when he left, just in case you wanted to come with. “mc,” beel gently nudges you, rousing you from your slumber. “want to go on a run with me?” usually it’s a no, but once in a while you’ll agree and follow him on his chosen workout, hyping him up as he did the same to you.

➳ belphie is a nightmare to get up. he has several alarms he ignores, but unfortunately, you can’t ignore them. you groggily turn them all off, rolling over to get the one he set on the other side of the bed. “belphie.” one word from you and his eyes are open, lazily blinking. you wonder why he still sets all those alarms when you work better than all of them combined.

➳ diavolo sets a soft alarm that gets you both up, sharing a soft kiss first thing regardless of morning breath. occasionally, you’ll hit snooze and spend those minutes cuddling, enjoying the warmth emitting from him. he’ll skim his hand up and down your side comfortingly, just reveling in your presence.

➳ barbatos wakes you up with a warm cup of tea or coffee, depending on what you prefer. he wakes you up the same time every day, believing a routine is needed to make the day go well. you can’t say you mind it, not when you’re wrapping your fingers around a warm mug, the ghost of his hand in your hair, pushing it out of your face.

➳ simeon is the type to sing you awake, as cheesy as that is. his voice is wonderful, as expected, what with him being an angel and all, and whenever you wake up hearing his beautiful voice you have the best day, feeling relaxed and happy. “darling,” he croons. “it’s time to get up~” humming the rest of the refrain, he pecks the top of your nose.

➳ solomon does the good ol’ “hey, it’s time to get up.” he just says it, already starting to get ready, glancing at you from over his shoulder. nothing gentle or sweet about it. you blink awake, still slightly sleep-addled and look over, giving him a glare, unhappy to be woken. all your glare does is make him chuckle, but inwardly he’s having a mini crisis on how cute you look while sleepy.

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when his name starts with an ‘s’

Mammon: Oi MC, here you go! A glass of human world gin cause Demonus doens't work for ya!

MC: ...um

Solomon: I'll be taking that, thanks. It's best if MC doesn't drink.

Mammon: Heh?! Who're you to call the shots?!

Asmo: Oh come on Solomon, MC deserves to have fun too!

Satan: Indeed, all of us get some kind of crazy when we're drunk, it's normal.

MC: I'll be fine Solomon, I promise.

Solomon: ... alright then, handle the consequences at your own risk.

*after a few drinks*

MC: So I was just looking around the room and I thought...

MC: I'm the only mortal amongst a whole room full of angels, demons and immortal.

MC: In the next 40-50 years or so, I'll be long dead and you all will still be here, laughing, dancing, drinking for a longgg time. *Hic*

MC: It made me kind of sad...but then your laughing faces made me feel better.

MC: I hope I become a butterfly...or a star...or a cat! Or I can atleast watch you guys...from somewhere...*hic*

MC: I miss you guys already..hehe...I love y'all so muchhhh...please stay happy like this always...*passes out on the sofa*

Lucifer: *stunned* Is this why you-

Solomon: *chugging his drink* Yes that's exactly why.

Mammon, Levi, Asmo: *sobbing* MC!!! Nooo!!!

Satan, Simeon: *stares at MC with sad contemplation*

Beel: *tearing up with his mouth full* I don't want to imagine that...

Belphie: *crying silently into Beel's shirt* How can we laugh without MC here...?

Diavolo: *shaky voice* Barbatos.

Barbatos: Yes, young master.

Diavolo: Can MC not be made into an immortal like Solomon too?

Barbatos: I believe we can definitely find a way if we try.

Diavolo: Let's go ahead and start the research tomorrow.

you're not his. but he hopes that with this, you'll finally see how much he wants you.

content: the brothers give you their purest form of affection. what do they do?

warnings: if you don't like physical affection, this may not be for you (⇀‸↼‶)

part two with the sides here.

belphegor; he bites you.

he watches you flip through your homework, his gaze following your pen as you scribble across the page. it's not long before he decides he can't hold back anymore, and eventually makes his way over to you. he places his hands on your shoulders, letting you know he's there, before he nips lightly at the base of your neck.

"wha- belphie! what was that for?!" you cry out, your face beginning to flush.

belphegor smiles at you, his eyes soft yet mischievous. "figure it out yourself."

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beelzebub; he gives you bunny kisses.

after a hard fought fangol game, beelzebub can't help but look for you in the crowd. when he finally sees you, arms waving excitedly and all, he runs harder than he did the whole game. the demon slows to a stop in front of you, your grin inviting him closer. his hands move faster than he thinks, cupping your face as he leans in to rub his nose with yours. when he pulls back, his hands are replaced by a light blush.

"beel, you..."

beelzebub takes your hand in his. "let's go get something to eat."

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asmodeus; he pampers you.

a long day leaves you too tired to properly freshen up at the end of it. but asmodeus decides that if anyone gets to share his special beauty products, it's you. he tugs you into his private bathroom with the utmost care, handing you bottles of who knows what that he says will help you. when you've finished, asmodeus has you lay down on his bed, his hands slowly working the knots out of your back.

you release a relaxed sigh under his touch. "thanks, asmo," you murmur.

asmodeus delights in the way you start to melt. "anything for you, darling."

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satan; he touches foreheads with you.

the sight of you reading a book he recommended while sitting in his favourite chair was simply too much. he stares at you a while longer before he decides he's had enough. the blonde makes his way towards you, his lips pouting, but his eyes loving. he waits for you to look up at him, and when you do, he leans down, pressing his forehead onto yours. his eyes flutter shut, and he is internally thanking the stars that you haven't pulled away.

"are you okay?" you whisper ever so softly.

satan reaches to rub a thumb over your cheek. "i am now."

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leviathan; he links your arms together.

he spends at least fifteen minutes debating if he's allowed to even touch you. you're so close to him; if you were sitting any nearer, you'd be brushing elbows. was it so bad of him to want that? the game he's playing with you takes second priority for a brief second, causing leviathan to slip up and nearly die in game. when you look at him, concern written across your face, he can't stop himself. his arm snakes around yours, linking together.

"levi? you're okay with this?"

"i-if it's you... yeah. i think am," he stutters, trying to ignore the way you shift closer to him.

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mammon; he gives you a back hug.

when he comes home, the last thing he expects is to overhear you arguing with lucifer about him. but when mammon listens to you defending his name, he nearly breaks down then and there. he waits for you to leave lucifer's study, waits for you to pad down the hallway down to your room. when he finally catches a glimpse of you, he's throwing himself around you, arms wrapping your waist and his face burying into your hair.

"what's this about, mammon?"

"... nothin'." mammon sighs against your neck, his fingers tapping on your stomach one time, then four times, then three times. he hopes you'll understand.

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lucifer; he kisses you.

the eldest of seven nearly has a heart attack when he awakes on his bed. he remembers falling asleep at his desk, not his bed. lucifer snaps his head around and is greeted by you, sitting at the desk he thought he had never left. he barely registers the words that leave your mouth as he begins to walk towards you. for once, lucifer acts without thinking, and he finds himself gravitating towards you to place a gentle kiss on your lips. he practically shudders with joy when you return the sentiment.

"good morning," you say as you separate, breath fanning against his lips.

"good morning," lucifer returns, chasing you for one more kiss.

a/n: asmo is so hard to write for me... i'm sorry asmo fans. (also, should i do a part 2 for purgatory hall and royalty crew?)