#mammon x diavolo

[msrayabell]

I just like them 🥺🥺🔥

[mammonsturtle]

All We Do Pt. 5

It’s finally here! I realize the last time this was updated was back in June. So this might not be written as well as I’d like. But I’ve finished up the Replaced!AU so I can get onto this again! By now you’re probably wondering if I have a well thought out plot. Maybe? This chapter is a bit shorter, sorry! 

@kimpsuwuw @underratedbitch-number13 @shuriiiewrites@jhopesstickercarrier @letsblazewolf @attackonhiseok @peyton-peyton @dazaimiaw @bloop-booop @midoriima @nocontextquote 

(Prologue) (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

TW/CW: general angst, cursing, manipulation(?)

“Please Belphie, can we go? Please? I want to see the human world again!” Lilith excitedly pleads with the twins as they both share a look of uncertainty.

These trips to the human world had been exhilarating but they knew they would be caught eventually. Here stood the three little angels as Lilith nearly peers down the edge of the clouds where the human realm sat.

“Erm...We shouldn’t Lil.” Beelzebub mumbles as he cautiously looks over his shoulder as his twin scoffs lowly, “It’s alright Beel, no one’s going to find us here.” The Seventh Born confidently holds Lilith’s hand, “Let’s go!” 

“An’ whaddaya think yer all goin?”

The trio stiffen slightly before Belphie groans at the second born who makes his presence known. Beelzebub lets out a sigh of relief and Lilith immediately goes to her brother with puppy dog eyes.

“It’s just Mammon.” Belphie mutters as Mammon’s face scrunches up in annoyance at his baby brother’s bratty attitude. “Jus Mammon? It’s The ‘Great Mammon’ ta you!” Mammon retorts as Belphie groans. “At this point we won’t be able to go to the human world with Mammon here blubbering about.” 

Lilith giggled as she watched her brothers bicker before quickly going to Mammon’s side and gave him a hug, “Please big brother? Can we please visit the human world? Please?” she begged as she gave him her best puppy dog eyes and a wobbling lip for emphasis.

Mammon groans as another lecture from Lucifer and Michael would be coming if he’d let the triplets go out to the human world on their own again. But with the sets of pleading eyes staring back up at him, Mammon relents and quickly looks behind him before waving them off.

“Alright! Fine! Go ahead and get in trouble! See if I care!” Mammon grumbled as Lilith gave her brother a squeeze. “You’re the best big brother!” she beamed as she gazed up at him as she let go of him before joining the twins.

The triplets’ laughter rang in Mammon’s ears as he watched them descend into the human world. “Best big brother huh? Of course, I’m the great Mammon!” Mammon boasts before leaving. 

As the trios descend, the last thing the triplets would hear was his angelic laughter. 

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

“Beelzebub!” The eldest’s pointed voice breaks Beel from his memories of old. Beelzebub shakes his head as he looked down at the instant noodle pack for Mammon, if he ever did come back.

“I heard his laughter. His real one. From the Celestial Realm years ago. But it wasn’t him.” Beel explains as he shifts his weight. Mammon’s real laughter, it was a distant memory now. His fake laughter must have been the only laugh track Mammon had on repeat. A broken record fitting a broken demon. “I know his laugh from the olden days.”

Satan rubs his chin as he looks to the eldest, “It sounds like an advanced masking spell, perhaps some witches or wizards helped him out. Perhaps he must have come across them in the human world?” Asmo fiddles with his scarf as he sighs, “But would Mammon be that desperate to get help from the witches he hates so much?”

“He must have been desperate...If he doesn’t want anything to do with us now.” Leviathan mumbles as he slumps in his seat. Belphegor however, looked hopeful. “Either way, it means Mammon’s still here in the Devildom, right?”

“It is an advanced spell,” Lucifer confirms as he shakes his head, “Whoever used it on Mammon must have a superior amount of magic in their possession. And they’re obviously using Mammon for their own gain.” Lucifer pulls up his D.D.D. as he scrolled down to MC’s number.

Or it could have been an illusion to fool the brothers should they be looking for him. If they would have, but why would have they bothered to check on him? They should have been looking out for him, dare Lucifer say he should have checked up on him after he had punished him. But he’d understand that he’d leave his own family for the one person who cared about him unconditionally.

If anything he’d run back to you. You were the one who always defended him, even if he was in the wrong and you had always done so while calling out himself and the rest of the brothers. You had shown him more love and kindness than his own family, of course, why would he come back to them?

Lucifer proceeds to press the Doom call on the D.D.D., the dial tone was the only noise that filled the room as the brothers awaited your answer. They could only hope Mammon was safe with you, and as futile as the thought was, you could convince him to come back to them.

At this rate, they’d do anything to make it up to their lost brother.

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

You had just come home after an interview, and you had felt great about it. All you had to do was to wait for a call back. You slip off your shoes and shrug your coat off while tossing all your things to the side as you plop down on your bed.

It had been a good few months of you adjusting back into your old life. It was almost strange being back in the human world, it was strange having a mundane life again after all the fantastical adventures in the Devildom. But your ordeal with living with demons while trying to stay alive, which failed at one point was truly stressful when you looked back on it.

So much so that the brothers and the royals understood why you wanted the normality in the human world than spending another year with them. And they let you back into the life you had before. 

Photos of the demon brothers, the Royals, and the Purgatory Trio sat on your nightstand. As much as you missed them, you still had a life in the human world that you had been plucked right out from. And you were more than eager to move on from your time in the Devildom.

But the Devildom had not moved on from you.

You hear a sudden dial tone on your D.D.D., you kept it to keep in contact with your boys but you mostly wanted the normality of the human world back in your life. You stare down at the Doom app calling you, seeing Lucifer’s name on the screen.

Your eyes narrowed at his name and you couldn’t help but feel a rising anger bubble in you. You knew why they were calling you out of the blue, and you couldn’t decide if you wanted to ignore them and let them suffer further, or you’d answer and ease their minds. 

You had chosen the latter.

“MC!” The brothers called out in unison as you stared back at the brothers on the screen with a blank expression, “Brothers.” you respond as you didn’t hide your exasperated response. The brothers easily chalked it up to being back in the human world and the mundane hardships you had to deal with after having your life derailed for one year.

“MC,” Lucifer starts as he clears his throat of any distress that still in him, “I should apologize for the lack of communicating with you over these past few months. I trust you’ve been well?” he inquires as you nod silently.

Satan’s voice comes in next, and unlike Lucifer, worry lines his words. “That’s odd, if he’s not there in the human world and he’s not in any of the layers of the Devildom, where could he have gone?”

You could only roll your eyes at them, none the wiser on where Mammon actually was. You could feel relief knowing that Mammon was safe with Diavolo and that he had followed through on your last will. 

Which only left one last thing to do with the brothers.

“...Mammon’s gone?” You ask as you see the brothers on the screen nod solemnly. They were not quick to pick up how you grit your teeth as your D.D.D. shook and how quick your mood had shifted. 

“We were wondering if he’s there with-”

“You will all be silent!” You shouted suddenly as your pacts with the six brothers activated and as if a thread and needle sewed their lips shut, none of them could respond to you. Eyes widen as they stared back in you in panic as you glared at them, like a dogs trembling at their master being outraged at what they’ve done.

“Mammon’s gone? Good. Maybe it’s how it should have been from the very beginning.” You started and shook your head, “I can’t believe Mammon calls you, this pathetic and unforgivable bunch of idiots.” The same names you’d call them affectionately was now laced with utter disgust. “I can’t believe he calls you his family.” You didn’t hide the venom in your voice as Satan could feel your wrath rolling off your shoulders through the phone.

“I’d fucking leave too if my family treated me like shit. I can’t believe it took him this long.” You stare at the shocked eyes of your demons as you take a breath.

“It’s because of him that you all get to live the life of luxury, and you act like ungrateful spoiled brats. Need I remind you that Mammon the second strongest brother? A reminder than he’s stronger than five of you, and he’d beat the shit out of you for every slight you. And if he wanted to Lucifer, he’d fight his main abuser with all the might he possesses. Brothers or not.”

“I can’t believe Mammon loves all of you.” You gag at that statement before berating them once more. “Only to be treated like shit because of his sin, and his ‘stupidity’ that you all despise so much. How does it feel now that you’ve got your peace and quiet? Is it satisfying not to have someone lesser than you keeping things interesting in the house?”

“You’re all a bunch of fucking hypocrites. I’m glad Mammon’s decided to leave this fucked up family. It’s fucking clear as day you all don’t deserve Mammon.”

And with that, you hang up on the brothers as they were left in silence, and your your words echoed in their ears. Even you didn’t feel Mammon was meant to be in their family? ..But you were not wrong. They had treated Mammon horribly and it wasn’t hard to believe that Mammon had finally had enough. You had enough of them as well.

“...Lucifer?” Leviathan meekly speaks up after a while and the eldest sighs lowly and responds, “What is it Levi?” For once the elder brother sounds almost defeated if their dear human had lashed out against them from how they had treated their brother.

“Do you think wants to come back if we find him?” he questions, his voice small as he and the brothers could have felt much smaller now that their human had turned their backs to them.

Lucifer has no answer, it all comes back to him. Of course Mammon wouldn’t come back, he was the very source of Mammon’s pain. He couldn’t remember the last words he had spoke to him. He knew the last thing he did to him though, which made his heart ache terribly.

“But he’s our family...He has to come back..” Beel mumbles as his hunger had disappeared and Belphie sighs as he leans against his twin, “Yeah...But we haven’t been acting like his family, not to MC anyways.”

“We will find him...And we will let Mammon has his way, anything his heart desires he will have. So long as he comes back home to us.” 

Perhaps now they’d ask Lord Diavolo for assistance regarding their missing brother.

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

Over the past few days, it was apparent that his Young Master had been more productive as the butler completed the meticulous and painstaking task of scanning over the documents that Lord Diavolo had completed.

Even the mighty Lucifer couldn’t get the future king to get through his work.

And yet here, the Lord of Fools could make the prince work than the uptight Lord of Corruption and his loyal butler’s insistence. Perhaps if Barbatos knew that was all it took to get Diavolo going, then he would have gotten Mammon’s aid ages ago. With the promise of extra grimm of course.

Perhaps it the fact that Mammon had lived as free as a bird, albeit tied down by the threads of family obligation. Threads that had slowly coming undone by the brothers’ own hands.

The butler turns his heels towards the royal treasury, assuming that the Avatar of Greed would most likely be there no matter what the Prince had warned him. Hopefully the little Ds were enough to deter the determined demon from getting to the vault, if not, the thought of his torture chamber was always available.

This time though, the Young Master was a step ahead of him.

There was the jingles of grimm dropping to the floor as Barbatos peers in from the open vault door. And the sight before him, of which Diavolo had Mammon pinned against the wall. The latter’s hands pinned above his head, squirming as Diavolo simply listens to Mammon sputtering his excuses.

“O-O-Oi!!! It ain’t what I was plannin ta do Lord D!! I was jus passin by the vault and it was open!! I was gonna close it up afta’ makin sure everythin was in there! Honest!!“ Mammon blurted out as Diavolo merely listens, his golden eyes almost dancing in amusement.

“My lord, shall I punish Mammon for this brazen act? This is the second time we’ve caught him, perhaps more than a scolding should prove itself effective?” Barbatos suggests and makes himself known as Mammon looks away from the butler, as far as he knew he was talking the long walk to the famed torture room.

“Now now Barbatos, Mammon’s only acting on his sin after all. How can I possibly blame for something he cannot control?” Diavolo reminds his butler as he glanced over at Mammon, whose eyes were trained to stare down at the floor. “Like a moth to a flame.”

Barbatos shakes his head as he frowns at his master, “As in his nature, yes. But you cannot keep an eye on him forever. As the expression goes, his greed will come back to bite him. You will have to keep him in line as Lucifer has done tirelessly.” 

Mammon visibly stiffens at the mention of Lucifer as Diavolo hums lowly, “While this is your second strike Mammon, I suppose I have been lenient with you since you are my guest after all. For your third strike, I will have to punish you. Do I make myself clear?” 

Mammon only nods his head furiously as Diavolo loosens his grip on the Avatar who slumps to the floor. Still unwilling to look at them, Diavolo knelt down and lifts his chin up to him, “Do not worry Mammon, my punishments are not as harsh as Lucifer’s, nor as humiliating as Asmodeus’ little Deviltube and Devilgram videos. I just want the best for you, do I make myself clear?”

Mammon could feel himself pale, did Diavolo know about those? Did you report them to him? He quickly looks up at the Prince, nods, and takes off running. Not caring if he stepped over what would have been some prized grimm.

“Ah, I must have scared him off, I ought to apologize.” Diavolo says as he leaves, Barbatos sighs loudly and rubs his temple, and the Prince looks back at him. “It’s only a matter of time my lord.”

“For what?” 

“For the consequences of your actions?”

“Nonsense. Mammon will make sure that my actions are justified. He just needs a little more time to consider that I am the only one he can trust.”

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

Making a mad dash towards his room, Mammon must have run over some little Ds in the process as he opened the door and slammed it shut behind him. Once under the safety of the covers, Mammon screamed loudly into his pillow.

Oh, he done fucked up, didn’t he? Lord Diavolo gave him such a simple task not to get his grubby hands on anything in the castle in return for safety and refuge from his brothers. 

And as per usual, he fucked up once more. 

It was impossible to do one job, even you had tried to help him with his greedy tendencies. How could the Prince think this would be so easy to manage? He knew his sin was such a problem that wouldn’t be solved easily, your best intentions for him never fully panned out as you had hoped.

As he had curled up under the covers, there was a tapping at the window and Mammon crawls out of the safety of the blankets. To his relief, his crows were at the windows, the only companions besides Diavolo he could turn to.

”Hey kiddos.” Mammon opens the window as the crows came bouncing in with small trinkets in their beaks. A small smile crept across his face as they presented their treasure to him before hopping onto him or crowded around him.

A few bottle caps, lotto tickets, a plastic ring, and a cork from a demonus bottle. Mammon groans as he stared at the cork, had Lucifer and the others been celebrating the peaceful nights without him there, when he was just being himself?

Being himself just made the brothers wish they weren’t related.

Mammon grunts loudly as he throws the cork out of the window, and his crows watch the material fly out. He falls back onto the bed and groans as brought his arm to his eyes. 

His brothers didn’t miss him. They were better off without him. They were always so disappointed in him no matter what he did. They were never happy when he spoke his mind about everything and anything. 

Maybe they’d be better off if Lilith was here instead of him? Mammon shudders at that nightmare as he scurries back under the covers. For now, he was safe here, away from the brothers. Diavolo himself said he wasn’t like Lucifer, and not like his brothers either, right?

”I’m safe here, I’m safe here.” Mammon tells himself as he rocks himself to sleep, as pitiful as a refuge it was, it was nice to forget to be awake to deal with his depressing reality. ┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

“My Lord.” Barbatos calls for the young master from behind the door as the sound of scribbling pauses for a moment. Late night paperwork? And his master was on a streak in finishing his dreaded daily task.

“Come in Barbatos.” he instructs before the scribbling resumes and Barbatos makes his way in, a night snack and tea in hand and the prince looks up at his steward. His face was ever unreadable and Diavolo leans back in his chair, “Is something bothering you Barbatos?”

The butler hums as he pours the tea and taps his chin, “Are you enjoying this?” he asks suddenly as Diavolo calmly places his pen down and gazes up at his butler before he chuckles and leans back in his chair.

“Mammon is essentially your pet crow in a gilded cage, is he not?” Barbatos confirms as Diavolo’s chuckles said it all and his golden eyes smoldered at the thought. It was a wonderful thought, courtesy of MC of course.

“What of Lucifer and his brothers? Sooner or later they will find out, my Lord. Lucifer may be loyal to you, but his brothers do not feel the same.“ his steward continues before Diavolo lets out his signature chuckle.

“If there was anything MC has taught me while they were here, it is the simple lesson of not knowing what you’ve had once it’s gone. It is fitting, isn’t it? They need to know what it feels like to lose another one again.”

Barbatos hums lowly once more as he gazes into his master’s eyes, “I would advise you to be aware of the brothers. They have lost one sibling, they will not hesitate on doing whatever it means necessary to get Mammon back.” 

Diavolo rises from his desk and gives the older demon an assuring pat on the shoulder, “Do not worry Barbatos. I know what I am doing.” he says before he leaves his study to see his Little Crow. 

Barbatos sighs as he resigns himself to the fact that his Master is doing as he pleases, but he cannot ignore the looming worry of the wrath of the Avatars once the truth had to come out.  

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

As night had fallen, the Little Ds scurried away for their slumber and the ghosts of the castle and paintings made their nightly hauntings. There was no way Mammon would venture out with the ghosts out and about.

The dark halls carry the echoes of the Prince’s boots as he heads down the corridor to Mammon’s room. For the whole day, the second born had steered cleared of him after his little incident at the treasury earlier that day.

Barbatos had even noted that Mammon didn’t show up to eat his dinner, yet when he had returned to the dining room, the plate had been snatched.

The poor thing, he didn’t mean to scare him and remind him of Lucifer. That was the last thing he wanted his Little Crow to see him as. And of Lucifer? Of course the elder must have been worried sick about the whereabouts of his ‘favorite’ brother. 

A sudden bump and thud in the dark made the Prince stop as his golden eyes glowed and stared down at the demon before him. A familiar white haired demon had been skulking around the halls, at this hour?

“Mammon? What are you doing out this late?” Diavolo questions the Avatar as Mammon backs away and merely stammers in response.

“It ain’t whatcha thinkin! I wasn’t snooping around or nothin like that!” Mammon exclaimed rather defensively. And even in the dark, Diavolo could see the sweat and the slightly red tint that graced the second born’s face before Mammon turns away from the Prince, as if he was being stared down by his brothers again.

Diavolo shakes his head, “I haven’t said a word Mammon. I should apologize for reminding you of your life back home.” he says as his gold eyes soften for moment as if Mammon was awaiting punishment for the slightest misdoing. “Do you want to go out for a stroll in the gardens?” he offers as penance.

Mammon was silent for a moment. Maybe this was a bad idea, you probably meant well, but Mammon couldn’t stay here even if he agreed to. His sin was too overwhelming, even for the Prince, he’d probably understand why Lucifer had treated him the way he did.

Sooner or later Diavolo would have to throw him back to his brothers. And he knew he wasn’t going to be welcomed back with open arms should he end up crawling back to them.

“Jus’ leave me alone.” Mammon mutters at the Prince before turning away to sulk in his room, and maybe make his getaway when Diavolo was none the wiser. 

Diavolo simply gazes upon Mammon’s retreating figure and sighs lowly, “But haven’t they done that enough to you Mammon?” he calls after him, making the Avatar stop in his tracks. 

Mammon couldn’t fight the facts. After you had left, he had found himself more often than not, sleeping alone in his bed or in your room. His brothers acted the same as they had done before you came, more vicious than before. 

Demons would be demons, and even your kindness couldn’t stop them from treating your first man like the scum they saw him as.

“Do you think you’re better off alone?”

“Everyone thinks so. So should you.”

“I know what it’s like being lonely. Surrounded by so many, yet you feel so alone.” Diavolo confesses, as he takes a step forward. Yet he kept a good distance, should the Avatar shrink away from his touch.

“You don’t have to be alone anymore Mammon. I promise. I gave my word to MC that you’d never be alone.”

Mammon turns around as Diavolo slowly holds out his hand for Mammon. In the dark, the other demon looks hopeful as the second born sighs in defeat and takes the Prince’s hand in his.

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

“Come Mammon, you’ve always hated the feeling of being alone, don’t you?” Diavolo beckons the second born to the bed. Mammon shouldn’t have felt embarrassed when sharing the bed with Diavolo. The Prince had no shame in holding him and any physical contact with him might as well made Mammon die of embarrassment.

His heart ached terribly. He had missed the nights of you and him, the two of you spending nights in his bed holding onto each other. He felt so safe, he felt so loved and accepted by you and loved the time he spent when it was just you two cuddling and sleeping together.

Now it was but a fond memory. 

Diavolo wasn’t you, but he offered the safety, comfort, and attention that he didn’t get from his brothers. His family, they couldn’t even provide an ounce of love for him that you had given him unconditionally.

He crawled into bed with the Prince as he settles on his side of the bed, only for the Prince to bring him closer to him. A terrible shade of red touched Mammon’s face, quite visible to Diavolo’s amused golden eyes. “I uh...Sorry. I ain’t used to bein treated nice, ya know? MC’s always been the one...The one ta look afta’ me.”

Silence settled between the two for a couple of minutes before Mammon spoke up. “Oi...Diavolo? Do ya think my brothers miss me?” he asks almost quietly as he leaned against the other demon, his chest was quite warm as Mammon couldn’t help but cuddle closer to the source of warmth.

Diavolo hums as he gently runs his fingers through Mammon’s hair, “Hm. If they did miss you Little Crow, they would have come storming here to ask me for assistance, wouldn’t they? But they haven’t. Perhaps what MC has told me about how they treated you is true, they’ve always seen what they’ve considered the horrid traits in you. And they probably are overjoyed without you.”

“Do you remember what Lucifer had said to you before? That I was the only demon in all the universe who actually cares about you. The only one.”

Mammon dips his head down as he couldn’t help but feel the statement to be true. He honestly can’t remember any positive interactions with his brothers without MC being there to dispel their cruelty. And here Diavolo was, giving a life of luxury, why was he thinking about throwing it back in Diavolo’s face and running back to the harsh treatment of his brothers?

“MC’s last will was to have you here with me, do you remember? Where you can feel safe and loved. Clearly they knew that you will be unloved and unappreciated once they left the Devildom. Despite the bonds between them and your brothers, MC still feels you aren’t cared for as the treasure you are.”

Diavolo lifts Mammon’s head up, with his thumb gently caressing Mammon’s chin and gently kisses his forehead. His forehead was warm against Diavolo’s lips as he was sure Mammon was blushing quite badly.

“Yeah...I guess yer right...If this is where MC wants me ta be, I guess it’s fer the best. Right? Everyone wins.” Mammon questions as he felt his heart felt heavy with acceptance and his eyelids drooped from exhaustion. The last thing Mammon felt was Diavolo gently rocking him to sleep as he hummed a lullaby for him.

Into the night, Diavolo was still very much awake as Mammon was asleep, cuddled close to Diavolo no less. Diavolo couldn’t help but let a satisfied smirk creep across his face and stroked Mammon’s hair, “Oh Little Crow, this is where you belong. Why do you continue to fight it?”

You had given Diavolo what he always wanted, a companion who wouldn’t and couldn’t leave him if he tried. And Mammon? He had the love and security of a companion who would not fault him on his sin, and there was no reason to leave Diavolo at this point.

A match made in hell? Perhaps, but there was going to be trouble in paradise soon...

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

To be continued...

[cant-stop-running-to-you]

Brother's react to Diamon

(Mammon x Diavolo)

(MC mentioned)

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Lucifer

Pardon? What is this?

Oh fanficion

Did Levi write this? No? Oh ok.

He find it disgusting and protective brother mode is activated- Don't ship his brother with his boss

Totally not because he likes Diavolo

He tries to forget but it's kinda hard when Asmo is running around trying to get Lord Diavolo and Mammon to fall in love and Mammon screaming about not liking him that way

He thinks it's a crack ship

They have no chemistry and when the romance is written it sounds so fake- (not salty)

He doesn't care for fanfiction

He believes that fanficion isn't true literature

If he wants to read romance he'll read a real book and not this nonsensical diamon

Not a shipper nor would he support it if became reality

MC would never ship this.....

Mammon

Only learned about it from Satan and he was like;

H-h-HUH!?!

HIM AND THE PRINCE?!

Yeah no he's not vibing

He likes MC and doesn't care if MC doesn't exist in that fanficion

He will find a way for MC to exist

He actually gets really awkward around Diavolo when alone

Is it just him or is Asmo always locking them in a room together? Asmo. Asmo!

Doesn't like how Asmo is trying to be the pink baby with the arrow

Asmo trips him and makes him fall on to THE PRINCE! DON'T DO THAT!! ASMOOO!

NOT THAT HE THINKS HE'LL FALL FOR THAT PRINCE PFFT-

He just can't see it happening- he likes MC and Diavolo likes Lucifer

Never read a fanficion by himself (only the first one Satan showed him) because he was traumatized

A note from Mammon:

"Stop writin' that stuff! Ya make meh so OOC because it's outa char'eter for me to like anyone but MC!!'"

Doesn't find it the best at all

He has nightmares about it

Levi

LOLOLOLOLOLOL

MAMMON, THE SCUMBAG AND DIAVOLO THE PRINCE?!?

LMAOOOOOO

What kind of crappy trope is this!? LOLOL

He find it hilariously bad

First off- there is no way in hell that Diavolo could love Mammon who could

Second when have Mammon and Diavolo ever have a conversation one on one?

Third- Isn't Diavolo in love with Lucifer all ready?!? LOLOLOL

If anything it would just be a one sided crush on Mammon's half

He thinks the shippers are stupid and delusional

Like whaaaatttt???? Who thought of this ship? This could never happen!

After reading some fanfiction he thinks still has the same thoughts,

He's a Dialuci shipper because CANON EVIDENCE shows that the prince is in love with Lucifer

Now to go back to writing Dialuci fanficion

"LOLOLOLOLOL"

Satan

More angst

He wants more angst but not on the couple themselves.. but on Lucifer

He wants Lucifer to be in love with Diavolo but it being one-sided because lord Diavolo is in love with his little brother

He wants Lucifer to cry over it and one night having drunk a lot of demonous

So he can have a break down in front of everyone because he was still deeply in love with Diavolo

Because it would be so funny to have that happen

Just imagine himself there with his phone out while Lucifer cried about it

Just thinking about it makes him makes him so ugh!

He does (if he is going to use levi/online terms) ship it but only because of the angst it would bring Lucifer

He also finds it pretty interesting- there is no way it could happen in real life but it's good on paper

He feels like the writers lessen Mammon's tsundere demeator but you gotta do what you gotta do

He showed Mammon a fanfic and laughed when he saw the disgusted and traumatized look on his face

He just goes back to reading other books and eventually forgets about it and thinks about his next scheme against Lucifer

Asmo

The best thing made in creation (other than himself)

It was a fic he was recommend by a fan of his while he was live on devilgram

He thought it was a crack fic and laughed once it took itself so seriously

He does question why someone would make a fic of Mammon when they could be using their time wisely writing about him instead

But he did read it and fell in love ironically

Yass Diamon slayyy

He'd ask Mammon if he could make it real for him and his fans but was disappointed once Mammon denied

He'd then go to the Prince himself and read Diamon fics with him

Again asking Diavolo the same but was again disappointed once he denied

Tries to play cupid by puttting alone in a room or tripping Mammon so he falls into Diavolo's arms

He's thinking it's working!!

Or Mammon's just angry and annoyed

Oh well

Amazing- he ships it (but you better write more about him even if it means writing him with Diavolo- HE WANTS BE WRITTEN MORE)

Beel

Why are people writing about Mammon being in love with the Prince?

Why are people in general writing about them?

Is it because people like them?

...!

Oh he just remembered that humans in the human world write fanfiction about real people all the time... such as Donald Trump x Joe Biden who were presidents of the United States or how people write about how it would be like to date Harry Styles who is a singer or having fights/break up with BTS members (he has no idea who these people are but humans seem to like writing these kinda stuff)

He only knows this information because one day Levi fell down a 'crack rabbit hole' where he read crappy fanficion that humans make on 'tumblr' and 'Wattpad' (whatever those are) of real people and Levi would share what he read to them- it would earn a laugh from everyone (Lucifer included)

Is that what these writers are doing with them?

Oh sorry he got off topic

He doesn't care much because it's fiction- it's cute he guesses

If it were real tho he'd support Mammon with whoever he was with whether it be MC, Diavolo or anyone

He'd feel bad for Lucifer tho

Belphie

He doesn't care about the ship at all!

Stop bugging him about this kinda shit

He read one fic about it and had a little laugh about it

The ship can't happen in real life but if it were to happen he'd support mainly he's to lazy to go against it.

Confused on why people ship it tho

Is it because there are two stupid childish men?

Meh he doesn't care what ever the reason is

He just wants sleep leave him alone

He can't sleep because he hears Asmo trying to play match maker....

....

...

...

He hates the ship now

It rid him of sleep

It's war now

No mercy to diamon

no mercy

───※ ·❆· ※───

This is crack! And fyi I appreciate Diamon! also not proofread!

This is a first post moment for the obey me fandom and I had it mention Donald Trump and Joe Biden.... what am I doing with my life

[mmeowxd]

So if like- im rewriting my story on ao3 ⇩

And so If I made mammon like jump or something while Barbatos was distracted for a second with diavolo's out of nowhere appearance, should I make a brother appeare out of nowhere and like catch him?? Or like og where diavolo does?? Or Barbatos since it's probably what makes sense the most cuz he was closer.. I DON'T KNOW

[angelsrcute]

I suck his dick, it's big, it's very-very big! ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd make you cockwarm him while he works, the door unlocked, his dick so close to your g-spot but he wouldn't let you move! hands keeping your waist in place as his dick keeps you all stuffed n warm.

“I'll be done soon, sweetheart, you can wait a little more right? So, be a good girl n stop movin’ so much.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd praise you for sucking him off so good, tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you try not to gag on his huge dick. Guiding your tongue on his dick, gently holding your hair, shooting thick ropes of cum in your mouth.

“God, your mouth feels so good, my sweets. Keep goin’ alright? looking so pretty f’ me.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd taunt n insult you while you gag on his dick, roughly grabbing your hair and making you take him fully. Your mascara n lipstick all ruined, eyes rollin’ back when he cums in your mouth. :(

“You look like some cheap whore like this, y'know. I bet you're getting wet from me degrading you, hm? As expected.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd fuck you in a mating press, his big cock stretching your insides, hitting your womb. Pressin’ his hand on your tummy to feel his dick in you, making you whine. Your tummy already full from how much he cums, you definitely can't go for another round.. + he's gonna fuck you till you need a wheelchair.

“It won't fit? Don't worry, darlin’. Gonna make your cunt remember my dick, don't worry! Even if it does forgets, I'll just fuck ya again.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd fuck you till your dumb n can only think of him and his dick if you do decide to act all bratty or he'd just tie you up n put a vibrator on your clit and watch as you squirm around trying to get a release, but he turns off the vibrator just when you're gonna cum. :(

"Should've thought before being like that, what did you expect, princess? acting all flirty with that random guy, trying to make me jealous."

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who’re either super experienced from sleeping around or just fucking virgin losers, walkin’ around with that big ass dick in his pants.

— FYODOR, Leona, Dazai, NIKOLAI, Beel, Chuuya, Diavolo, SEBEK, Lucifer, Malleus, MAMMON, Jack, Blade, Neuvillette, Sampo, IDIA, Zhongli, Scara, CHILDE, TOJI, Jing yuan, Gojo, Sukuna, NANAMI, Dr. ratio, Wriothesley, ALHAITHAM, CATER + your favs.

[squeakyducky]

If MC wants someone to do a favour for them, all they have to do is go hug the character's arm, catch them off guard. Muster up the sweetest expression they can make and bat their pretty eyelashes at his questioning gaze and whisper out their wishes to him. And they're putty in your arms despite how smug they look. It works against even the difficult ones like Barbatos, Lucifer or Belphie. They WILL give into it. I guarantee it 100%. The easiest ones are, you guessed it Mammon, Levi and Beelzebub.

[temis-de-leon]

Simple signs of affection

.

Lucifer: putting his hair back in place right before caressing his cheekbone, reminding him to rest his eyes and offering your company while he's working.

Mammon: putting his sunglasses on him when his hands are occupied while driving, offering him treats and changing the music to both of your likings.

Levi: charging his controllers and his DDD while he's sleeping to have them ready for the next day, standing behind his chair while he's playing and massaging his shoulders.

Satan: knowing how he likes his coffee and making it before he wakes up, hugging him out of nowhere and staying like that for long minutes.

Asmo: taking candids of him while he's distracted because you love him the most when he's himself, putting the back of his collar back in place before classes.

Beel: each of you buying a 2x1 offer from his favourite restaurant and giving him your extra portion, asking him to bend down so you can kiss him.

Belphie: softly brushing the matted fur of his tail while he's asleep, caressing his frown away when he's irritated.

Diavolo: teasing him, saying you'll fight him for the last fry or denying a favor while doing what he asked, exchanging foods because his had pickles and yours not.

Barbatos: preparing and measuring the ingredients before he gets to the kitchen, cleaning the utensils while he's cooking, making his duties a little bit easier.

Solomon: having inside jokes with him about the human world, asking him to tell you a story, telling him a story of yours.

Simeon: being in comfortable silence with him, visiting him because you missed him and because you knew he'd accidentally hung up the phone if you called him.

.

.

Main Masterlist

[maopll]

thinking about husbands who have a habit of running their fingers over your wedding rings.

whenever he would be working, his eyes would snatch glances at the golden band around his finger, symbolising your marriage and oath to live together forever and grow old together.

he would sometimes go into deep thought, remembering the day when you two finally exchanged vows while he kisses the band and holds it close to his chest.

His heart would giddy up at the thought of a spouse waiting for him at his home and sometimes he would even quiver at the thought of you.

Thinking about how there would be a stark change in his personality because now he can't keep you waiting for too long because he misses you too much

imagine how he celebrates a small "monthsary" with you by gifting you your favourite flowers or anything that you ever mentioned to him about how you wanted to get.

He would wake up every morning with you right beside him and he just can't help but feel a warmth surge up inside his heart, a shade of pink evidently dusting his kissable cheeks.

thinking about how he shares basically everything of his with you. starting from his clothes to even his shoes, pens, you name it. also how he would notice you feeling cold when you two would be out for date nights and how he would remove his coat and drape it over you shoulder, his scent, the familiar scent of that one cologne he always wears, wafts through the air and fills your senses.

— WRIOTHESLEY, alhaitham, ZHONGLI, KAEYA, neuvillette, DILUC, ayato, CHILDE, kazuha, GEPARD, Dan heng, DR RATIO, AVENTURINE, vil, MALLEUS, AZUL, MAMMON, DIAVOLO

tagging: @fictoculus @poison-demon @mitsvriii @pianopuppygirl @sleepy-waffle @imhere2dosomething

[autumn3l3ctr0swings]

This is so yummy and I’m tearing up omgg

Only Love Can Hurt Like This.

Lol hi, I just made this cuz I was feeling angsty, so have som DiaMon angst.

No part 2, cuz I'm too lazy, so interpret the aftermath however you like.

Anyways, enjoy!

———————

Mammon had never felt love like this before, in fact, he never thought he'd ever experience such a thing in his whole life. All the love he’s ever felt were all platonic and familial, but even those types of love never lasted long for him, always seeming to leave him when he least expected it.

Maybe that’s why he's hanging on to Diavolo, the only one that’s willing to love him for who he is, the only person who wants him and his entire being. The greed in him hanging on to the love Diavolo is giving him, wanting more each second. 

But, like all relationships, there’s bumps that’s bound to appear.

— — — — — — — — — — —

“I don’t get why ya would say that?!” Mammon retorts, anger clear on his face. His voice is hard like steel as he’s in front of Diavolo.

Diavolo sighs towards Mammon. “I understand why you are mad, Love, but there was no reason for you to act out during dinner.” He reasons.

Mammon seethes, his sapphire eyes glowing in anger. “Don’tcha fucking ‘Love’ me! I had every reason to be angry at ya!” He exclaims out.

“Mammon, that was no reason for you to be disrespectful to journalists during the party.” Diavolo says, his eyes stern.

A laugh of disbelief leaves Mammon’s lips. “Are ya fucking kidding me? Those vultures asked if ya and Lucifer were dating, a fucking rumour that has been around for centuries!” Mammon exclaims out.

The white haired male takes a step towards the demon prince, making sure to keep eye contact. “And ya know what ya did? Fucking confirmed the rumours! Ya fucking confirmed ya were dating my brother when the truth is, it’s ME yer dating!”  Mammon seethes.

Mammon remembers the happenings that occurred just an hour ago. It was an event, where all the nobles of Devildom were invited for the evening, a dinner for the demons with titles, and a party with outfits that don’t feel comfortable at all.

Naturally, he and his brothers were invited, since they are the Seven Avatars of Devildom. When they arrived at the castle, it was just every fancy gathering they’ve been to for the past millenniums they’ve been in Devildom.

It was like a routine at this point, they mingled, walked around, greeted anyone who would start a conversation, and just be there for the sake of it. Mammon didn’t really care for the pish posh talks with the other demons, and just sat on his seat as he sipped on his demonus.

When his secret boyfriend, Diavolo, name’s was announced, he got excited, because that would mean that after his boyfriend’s small talk and greetings to his guest, the both of them would sneak towards the royal garden. Where they would enjoy each other’s company until the party was over.

He’s surprised no one knows of their relationship due to them sneaking around together all the time, well, except for his brothers and obviously Barbatos. But other than that, no one seemed suspicious about them.

His plans for the rest of the night were tossed out the window, when a couple of journalists who were invited to the party started asking questions to the demon prince. Mammon didn’t really pay attention to journalists, but he perked up when one of them asked his boyfriend if the rumors of Lucifer, Avatar of Pride, dating the demon prince were true. 

That rumor was hot gossip for the past few centuries, and Mammon knows that his older brother never liked Diavolo like that. In fact, Lucifer was in love with Simeon, and Mammon was the one who helped them get their shit together. 

That’s why, when Diavolo blurted out a ‘yes’, Mammon was seething in rage. His rage was so noticeable that Satan and Beel had to calm him down, but it was futile. He was going to rip the demon prince a new hole.

And that’s how they ended up here, in Diavolo’s quarters. Mammon is ready to break every piece of furniture in this room, just to ease his anger

Diavolo has the shame to look guilty, good, because he would’ve raged if he didn’t have an ounce of guilt for saying such bullshit.

“I apologize. I shouldn't have confirmed the rumors about me and Lucifer.” Diavolo says, his arms trying to capture Mammon in a hug, but the other male takes a step away.

“No, ya don’t get to hug me and think that’ll fucking fix it. Everyone in devildom would know it’s Lucifer yer dating and not me! Just why the fuck would ya say ‘yes’?!” Mammon yells, hurt clear in his eyes.

“I was stressed from the paperwork and my brain was not functioning properly, the journalists were already adding more stress and I was trying to end the conversation with short answers. I seem to have not been paying close attention to what they were saying and accidentally blurted out ‘yes’ to the rumors.” Diavolo quickly explains, guilt clear on his face.

Diavolo takes a small step towards Mammon. “I’ll tell them that I made a mistake when answering them and tell them that Lucifer is not my lover.” He says softly.

Mammon bites his bottom lip, eyebrows scrunched together. “Are ya gonna tell them about us? Tell them about the secret relationship we’ve had for the past few millenniums?” 

“Yes.” Diavolo immediately confirms. “It’s time they know who I really love.” He says softly, cupping Mammon’s cheek. 

Mammon doesn’t look at Diavolo. “I get why ya wanna keep our relationships a secret, but I don’t think I want them to know.” He whispers. 

“Why not? Sure, I may have wanted you all for myself, but I know how much you want to go on public dates. This is the perfect time to tell them.” Diavolo says, taking Mammon’s hands into his. 

The shorter male shakes his head side by side. “If they know it’s me yer dating I’ll be a fucking laughingstock.” He says, taking a step back, removing his hands from Diavolo’s grasp.

Diavolo can feel his heart sink, knowing where Mammon is going with this. He takes a step towards Mammon, but the white haired male raises a hand to stop him. 

Mammon looks up at Diavolo sadly. “I’m already seen as a fool by everyone, if they find out that my boyfriend said ‘yes’ to the rumor everyone is dying to know about. They’ll rip me apart, saying shit that ya actually want Lucifer and not me.”

“They’d paint me as a clown, a fucking goldigger who wants ya for yer riches.” Mammon explains, his voice shaking. “I don’t think I can handle that, Dia.”

Diavolo swallows thickly, eyebrows drawn together. “What are you saying, Love?” He asks softly. 

Mammon shakily lets out a breath. “I’m breaking up with ya.” He states.

The white haired male tightly clutches at his sleeves, a way of keeping himself together. “I-I can’t do this anymore. I love ya, I really do.” Mammon says, eyes starting to burn for the oncoming tears. 

Diavolo tries to take Mammon into his arms, but Mammon takes a step away. “Mammon—Love, we can make this work. Please let’s make this work, let’s talk.” He pleads, his eyes starting to burn as well. 

Mammon lets out a shaky laugh, not an ounce of humor was clear in it. “I don’t think we should.” He says, continuing their eye contact. “Not when ya don’t love me like ya used to.” 

Hearing that, Diavolo freezes. Confusion clear on his face as he looks at Mammon. “Wha-? I-I don’t understand. Why do you think I don’t love you like I always have? My love for you has never faded once.” He says, desperately.

“I have eyes, Dia.” Mammon says softly. “I don’t doubt how much ya loved me for the first few millenniums, but I could see ya started to love me less.” He whispers.

Mammon lets out a wet laugh, his tears starting to fall. “I wanted to keep ya to myself, for ya to only want me and only me. That may be my greed talking, but ya were the only good thing that happened when I arrived in Devildom.” He says, throat thick with tears.

“I see how ya look at Lucifer.” Mammon states, hurt clear on his glassy sapphire eyes. “I didn’t want to believe it, but ya started to keep looking for Lucifer everytime ya enter a room. I couldn’t just not see that.”

Mammon bites his lip in a way to stop himself from sobbing, but it doesn’t stop the endless stream of tears that keeps flowing. “I knew that one day, ya’d toss me aside, too, like my brothers. But, I didn’t wanna believe it.”

A sob leaves Mammon’s lips. “I deluded myself into thinking that maybe, yer gonna be the first one who’d stay and be the one who actually wants me.” A broken laugh leaves his lips. “I was stupid for asking too much. 

Diavolo tries to say something in his state of shock and realization, but Mammon starts walking away from him and opens the door to his office. The white haired male looks over his shoulder, his pretty sapphire eyes looking straight towards him. And there’s only one thought Diavolo had:

‘Why would I ever look for another, when I had you?’

A sad smile appears on Mammon’s lips. “Thanks for loving me in a way no one could, Dia. Ya really made me happy.” He whispers as he leaves the room and closes the door.

The sound of the door being shut was the last thing Diavolo heard as he stood there, grieving the most precious thing he had just lost.

[luxthestrange]

Obey me!Memes #190

Sorcerer Mc Introducing their Demon Bf while in his truest form glaring down at the sorcerers who dare to be mean to you-

[zephyrchama]

"Welcome back, it's been a while."

After a long time has passed, how might the Obey Me! demons welcome you home with a hug?

---

Lucifer tries to approach you in a calm and collected manner, but that facade easily crumbles as he gets closer. His pace quickens and his expression melts into an inscrutable blend of emotion. The man is fighting to stay composed.

He pulls you towards him, unwilling to wait a moment longer to have you in his arms. His gloved hands wrap around your back and waist with a secure grip. Your toes brush the ground as his hug lifts you to eye level, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Welcome back, I've missed you."

---

Mammon sprints up with the goofiest grin imaginable plastered on his face. He catches himself at the last moment though, grinding to a halt as a blush creeps over his ears. He wants to be cool. "You sure are a piece a work to keep The Great Mammon waiting."

His arrogant act is betrayed by the many glances in your direction. By the way he's clenching his fist so hard his knuckles are white, and by the way he immediately crumbles into your open arms the second you reach out. He throws his arms around your shoulders and digs his face into your neck. He grips the back of your top a little too hard, as if you might leave again any moment.

---

Leviathan sheds his insecurities and doubts, all negative emotions, just to be able to bask in your presence again. It's a moment he's looked forward to for weeks. He puts trust into the belief that you've also been looking forward to seeing him.

He wraps his arms and legs around you, unconsciously aiming to get as much skin contact as possible. "I've really missed you, you know!?" he half-shouts before burying his face in your shoulder. You fight to stay standing upright. Every little movement, every minor adjustment in posture you make causes Leviathan to snuggle closer until you can't tell where your limbs end and his begin.

---

Satan can't control all of the overwhelming emotions that hit him at once. He grabs hold of your hand, and with a palm on your back he pulls you close until your entire weight leans against him. At your touch, all he can do is smile.

"Glad to see you again." The two of you sway back and forth, turning your hug into a psuedo-Waltz. When you look into his eyes, Satan gives your hand a kiss and presses your intertwined fingers against his face.

---

Asmodeus laughs as he barrels into you. "Did you miss me? Of course you did!"

You stumble back several steps yet he catches you before you fall, latching onto your side like a matching puzzle piece. He rubs his cheek over your head, pausing every few seconds to give you a kiss as his free hand enthusiastically traces its way up your back.

Asmodeus is the most reluctant to let go. Making a mess of your hair and clothes only gives him a calculated opportunity to touch you more as he tidies up your appearance. His caress lingers over your collarbone and around your ear. His fingers brush against your mouth, which he then brings to his own lips.

---

Beelzebub falls to his knees, relieved to see you return safe and sound and glad to be by your side once more. His arms curl around your hips. He noses his face into your chest and looks up with a content smile as he greets you, "welcome back."

You lean over to return the hug, running your hands through his hair. You don't expect Beelzebub to stand, picking you up in the process. You steady yourself on his shoulders as he rises, his violet eyes not wavering from you for a second, tempting him to steal a kiss.

---

Belphegor wraps his arms around your shoulders and practically falls on you. He doesn't seem concerned that you're sinking to the ground. In fact, he's so preoccupied with cuddling up to you that there's no way to avoid sitting on the ground with this demon on top of you.

He curls his body around your legs. You feel his warm breath on your neck as he slowly exhales, "welcome back." He's awake, but nothing will stop him from pretending to be asleep as his grip strength loosens and his face trails down your body.

---

Diavolo laughs amicably as you approach. He wants you to come to him, and is so thrilled to have you back. He bends down to latch his arms under yours and swings you around, sweeping you off your feet as you twirl two, three times, then slow to a stop.

"How have you been?" In due time he wants to know everything, and hear all the stories of your time away in detail. For now, he's got you locked in a bear hug. You feel his lips brush over your hair as he lightly swings you back and forth.

---

Barbatos' hug is the most restrained. It's simple and polite. At first he was content to just greet you with a gentle handshake and loving gaze. Though, when you request a hug, there is no way he can say no.

He extends his arms around your back, gives you two soft pats, and hesitates for just a moment before letting you go.

At night that evening as you prepare for bed, you find a note in your pocket that Barbatos must have cunningly slipped in without anyone noticing. It's a detailed letter with everything he didn't get to tell you in person.

[daytaker]

The Gang React to You Falling Asleep on Them

Lucifer

*deep sigh that speaks volumes to how difficult it is for this man to get any sleep, and here you are, conked out on his shoulder...*

If you don't wake up within a few minutes, he'll have no choice but to move. He is not the sort to be so sentimental that he can't bear the thought of disturbing your precious sleeping face. Of course, he won't be an asshole about it; he'll be careful and try not to wake you up. He might even drape his jacket over you for your nap.

But only if he doesn't need it.

Mammon

"Hey, my arm's gettin' a little stiff, can I just-- ...ah."

Oh. Ah. Alright. Cool. This is happening. Hmm. Damn. Not super comfortable, and it's kinda inconvenient to be trapped here, but, pshh, what's he supposed to do, wake up a sleeping human? He's heard that can lead to...cardiac arrest, or something. He ain't gonna murder you just to move a little sooner.

You did not just start snuggling him in your sleep. Did Mammon score today or did he score today? Too bad his arm's starting to fall asleep, but, well, nothin' in life is free.

Leviathan

"What...? WHAAAAAAT?" (But only in his brain. He doesn't want to wake you up. Mammon says that can lead to cardiac arrest in humans.)

He's pretty sure he's the one who's going to keel over from heart problems at this rate. He hadn't even realized you were getting sleepy. Are you bored watching him tackle this single-player old school RPG? Did you hate it all this time and you never even mentioned it?! Why is your face so close?! Do you not have any idea the kind of mental torture you're putting him through right now?!

Deep breaths, Levi. Deep breaths. This happens in anime all the time. It's...usually a good thing! It means that the main character and their love interest are tripping all the right flags, and... and how long is this scene going to last? Those scenes almost always end with the two still on the couch, then they skip to the next day or something. How long is he going to have to just sit here... suffering...?

After about ten minutes, he's reached his limit and he gently shakes you awake. He is so embarrassed that he insists you go to bed now, and he will not take no for an answer. Good night. Goodbye. *door slams*

AAAAHHHHHHHHH.

Satan

"Hm? Have you been getting enough sleep...?"

Satan would be very pleased with the situation, though probably less intensely excited than Mammon. He'll make whatever small adjustment is necessary for his comfort, then settle in and read for as long as it takes you to wake up. He feels very warm and fuzzy. It's nice. Hopefully you do this more often. But he should really ask you about your sleep schedule. Levi must be forcing you to stay awake too often.

Asmodeus

"Aww, aren't you adorable?"

This is precious. He needs to document it. As soon as he realizes what's happening, he'll carefully pull out his D.D.D., making sure not to wake you up, and start snapping pics. A few of you, a few dozen selfies with you, a few with him pretending to be asleep too, and then a perfect shot of him kissing your forehead. Grammable as fuck.

Er... is that drool he can see in one of those photos? ...You're going to have to wake up. You can't just drool on his brand-name jacket.

Beelzebub

"Oh."

He's used to people falling asleep on him, so this doesn't really throw him for much of a loop. However, he's a bit more careful of waking you up. He knows that if he wakes Belphie, he'll just fall back asleep within a few seconds, but you're not quite so adaptable. So he'll do his best to stay quiet and not move much.

But no matter how hard he tries, he's never going to be able to turn off his stomach. You'll probably wake up with a start as his stomach roars at you about twenty inches from your face.

Belphegor

"...zzzz..."

Who are we kidding, we all know he was asleep first. Probably, he's the reason you fell asleep so easily. He's soft and warm, perfect for drifting off to dreamland...

Diavolo

"Very bold! You really are astonishingly brave."

It's not every day someone has the stones to fall asleep in his presence, let alone fall asleep and use him as some sort of glorified pillow. What a nice change of pace.

He'll continue doing whatever it is he was doing before, but he is a busy demon, running the Devildom and all. He'll slowly and carefully extricate himself when it's time to move, then have Barbatos bring you a blanket and prepare some tea for when you wake up.

Barbatos

"Humans are awfully needy creatures, aren't they."

He can't help but chuckle. You just pass out during the middle of the day? Then again, it's possible you're probably not entirely well. He'll have to disturb the young master to ask what sort of accommodations to make for you. Of course, he's sure Diavolo won't mind. But it's irresponsible to let yourself drift off like this in the castle of the king of the demons, isn't it? This isn't a resort.

Sleep well, human.

Solomon

"You're just looking cute on purpose now, aren't you?"

Oh well! Looks like he's stuck here for now. Too bad. He'll smile, put an arm around you, kick his feet up, and settle in for the long haul. Hopefully you're able to get a good, solid nap in.

Most likely, you both will. He'll pass out too within ten minutes, give or take.

Simeon

"Oh- shh. There, there."

Well, if you aren't adorable... You must be so tired. He's glad you feel so at ease with him that you let yourself fall asleep, and you certainly look cute, but he's also a little concerned that you're this tired. He'll patiently wait for you to wake up. Then he'll make you some tea and gently remind you to take better care of your health.

Luke

"Eh...?! Hey! ...WAKE UP!"

How tired are you?! You need to get better sleep! Sheesh, you need to be more careful too. You almost crushed him.

[lovetei]

Because you're the lover of the highest ranking of demons and the apprentice of the strongest sorcerer known to mankind, people would think you're dangerous and violent at first.

But in reality, you don't like violence, in fact, you loath it. That's why the angels love you, you know how to protect yourself without causing harm to the other person.

But the fact that makes the angels love you scares the demons and the sorcerer.

That's right, you don't kill, but you cast spells to people that harms you spells that makes them wish you just kill them, that's terrifying.

[janahanooo]

Did I get inspired by the fact that I was all alone on Valentines day? Yes, so have something I made in my misery.

Mc: I live with seven VERY handsome men

Mc: meaning, I should have at least got something from them, BUT NOOoOooo

Mc: so I wasted a night of making chocolate for nothing!

Barbatos: oh Mc... have some more tea

Mc: *sob* Barbs, why does my love life suck?

Barbatos: *he know that the bros made chocolates for Mc but they were too scared to give it to them*

Barbatos: maybe next year my dear

Mc: *sob* yeah, maybe next year...

Diavolo: OH MC! Happy romantic feelings day!

Mc: *sob* Dia, it's called Valentines day

Diavolo: oh, then HAPPY VALENTINOS DAY

Mc: close enough... and thanks Dia.

Diavolo: have some chocolate and rose! Only the best for you!

Mc: ... you know barbs, I actually don't mind that I didn't get anything from them.

Barbatos: ...alright then. Shall I reserve a dinner for the two of you?

Diavolo: OOOOH, yes! I would like that! Mc, what do you think?

Mc: sure<3

Lucifer: where is Diavolo? *has come to give him the finished documents*

Barbatos: on a date

Barbatos: with Mc

Lucifer: ...oh.

Lucifer: *on the phone* Code red Mammon.

Mammon: *on the otherside of the call* on it boss!

Mammon: *yelling to the others* RELISE SATAN!

Satan: *demonic rampage*

[rae-writes]

if you could do r trying on a new pheromone perfume and the brothers (separately) are js like 👁️👁️ and suddenly pounces on them and readers js so confused you’d literally be godsent😫

(my inspiration was that one Rafayel scene from lds-)

suggestive || bonus characters bc harem || whether or not Mc knew it was pheromone perfume is up for debate || 1.k wc

Lucifer pauses for a brief second while not faltering in what he was doing, subtly trying to detect the cause of the scent invading every sense of his. He's one of the quickest to figure it out, eyes darkening as he empties his hands before gripping your waist and pulling you as close as physically possible; his face is in your neck before you can even blink and you both stay like that for a moment before he's silently tugging you to wherever he can sit down with you on top of him

Mammon's head snaps up so fast it almost hurts, eyes zeroing in on you. He knows where the scent is coming from, but he just doesn't understand why you suddenly smell even better than usual...he ain't shy as he slides his fingers over your wrist, up your forearm, going until he's caressing the slope of your neck. His breathing is shaky and his voice cracks a little when he whispers how intoxicated you're making him feel. He's got you laid down against the closest flat surface so he can run his hands over you, nose buried against the underside of your jaw as he breathes you in until he's damn near drunk off it

Levi's tail acts faster than he does, curling around your thighs and yanking you closer before he catches up with the action. His embarrassment is cut off when he finally registers the smell, too, and suddenly his face is red for a different reason. He'll fire off a million questions, adding his own jumbled thoughts in between, subconsciously latching every possible limb around you; his face is buried against your chest, fangs accidentally brushing the skin as he stutters out apologies, but doesn't stop

Satan perks up much like a cat, intense blue-green hues staring you down like he's ready to actually pounce. He approaches slowly, trying to figure out the source of your new scent on the way over, but ultimately decides to bury himself against you— your neck, chest, shoulder, nape— breathily asking what you were doing to him. He feels like he's been drugged, almost like a feline with catnip, but it's so dizzily good that he can't complain. Drags you off to where no one will be able to find you, so that your scent won't find anyone but him

Asmo is giddy the second he catches a wiff, easily pinpointing the reason for your scent change, and the exact listing of the brand you used. He's shameless as he requests a thorough product review, rubbing his frame up against yours as he holds you from behind, eyes peering over your shoulder with a bright pink hue. Cheekily insists that you’re better off without so many clothes on, wanting your scent to rub off on him so you can match (and so he can smell it for the rest of the day).

Beel is confused when the food in his mouth isn’t tasting as good as it should. The scent invades his nose, making his eyes search for what has to be a delicious source, only to find you instead of something edible. He’s all over you, mumbling out apologies and that he doesn’t know what’s gotten into him, asking won’t you please let him just…be near you? He trails after you like a puppy, not really sure why you’re captivating his entire being with just your smell. His mouth eventually finds your neck, nibbling and sucking as he tries to get a ‘taste’ of that scent.

Belphie, while unwilling to get up out of his spot, is instantly at attention with eyes following you around the room. He’ll whine and complain until he’s got you at his side, trapping you in his arms and against his lounging form. He’s almost tense, as he inhales that new scent, like a ram waiting to charge. His tone is lazy and drawn out, but tinged with a need that he’s confused about, yet so willing to dive into. He’s surrounded by you, literally and figuratively, as he keeps you tight in his arms, not above begging to get his way.

Diavolo is so fucking clueless, wide eyes blinking up at you almost innocently as he asks if you were wearing a new perfume. He finds himself inching closer to you, gaze never leaving your figure for long— a gaze that get darker and more lidded as time passes. He’s still clueless as ever, yet doesn’t mind the mystery since he’s always willing for an excuse to be with you. His cheeks are flushed and his touch a tad hesitant, but it all flies out the window when you allow him to bury his face against your abdomen, kneeling on the floor, letting his mind swim.

Barbatos takes one glance at you after catching on to the scent and knows, but unlike the pudding incident when he fled the scene, he’s coiling you up with his tail and keeping you impossibly close, unwilling to let anyone have you this time. Unabashedly, his nose is trailing along the slope of your neck, lips brushing the skin as he places slow kisses over all the right spots. Whether or not he does or doesn’t have time to spare, he’s whisking you away and trapping you against his frame, almost begging you to let him be selfish and improper as he inhales your scent with an abandon that would usually make him pause; he can forgive himself, if it’s because of you, unwilling to let go of this opportunity at your eager answer of ‘yes’.

Mephisto almost trips as he passes you by in the hallways of RAD, whirling around to gape at you rather dumbly. Stubbornly fights the urge to follow you for all of thirty seconds before he’s trailing after you with urgency. Manages to simply walk alongside you and keep polite small talk just until you’re both out of eyesight, because then he’s pulling you towards him and groaning, asking what the hell you thought you were doing walking around other demons while smelling so good. It’s a struggle to keep a dignified facade when he’s rushing you down the corridor— but once he gets you in a room, it’s all crumbling as he latches his lips to your neck’s pulse point. The Newspaper Club’s office is closed until further notice.

Solomon doesn’t really register the smell at first, both because it’s more subtle for humans, and because he was playing around with various potions— but once he did catch the smell after you’d gotten closer, he’s swiping everything to the side and placing you on the table instead. He is allll over you, not even hiding the flush on his cheeks as he inhales your scent; practically panting in the crook of your neck. Apologizes if you had something planned later, because he’s keeping you for the rest of the day, wanting to experiment with your new perfume. He knows he’s being overly touchy and a…bit desperate, but just indulge in his whims, yeah?

Simeon’s pretty sure that his heart was going to beat straight out of his chest. He couldn’t understand why he felt so warm and fuzzy all the sudden, but had a feeling it was probably because of you (because only you could make him feel this way). Shyly asks if he could sit closer to you, pleasantly surprised when you tug his head to rest in your lap. His fingers lift your shirt up just enough for him to press his nose against a sliver of skin, face buried against your stomach as his hands grip and massage your thighs. Genuinely content to just lay there and let your scent consume him, though he won’t argue if you ask to help him out.

Raphael…thinks he’s sick. Which is odd, because he hasn’t been sick in a few centuries, but then again..you make him feel…odd. Which is why he walked straight up to you and flat out asked if you were doing it on purpose— why did you smell so good? Why was it making him like this?? He’ll have to be guided, your hand leading both of his to your hips, his head tucking into your neck. He’s still confused, but more than willing to investigate. You’re so..enchanting…he can make idle complaints all day long, but he refuses to let go of you now. He likes how it feels. And he likes the way you react to him.

[squeakyducky]

Things I find cute that the OM! cast would do

- have a picture of MC inside their wallet

Lucifer, Mammon, Beel, Diavolo

- associate a character they like with MC

Simeon, Satan, Levi, Mammon

- the type to spam MC when they leave them on read

Mammon, Thirteen

- writes a love story based on MC and him

Levi, Simeon, Satan

- MC's personal space is his second home

Asmo, Belphie

- tell dad jokes

Solomon, Diavolo, Raphael

- likes to cook for MC

Luke, Barbatos, Solomon

- likes to cook with MC

Simeon, Solomon, Levi, Satan

- nags MC like a mom

Satan, Luke

- has an album dedicated to MC in their phone

Lucifer, Mammon, Beel, Asmo