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cant-stop-running-to-you · 1 year

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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

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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

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kytokisblog · 2 years

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Basically Diavolo x Mammon:

This is Mammon.

Mammon loves his personal space.

This is Diavolo.

Diavolo also loves Mammon's personal space.

#obey me mammon #diavolo x mammon #obey me diamon #obey me diavolo #two idiots in love #i love them

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jkaicai · 2 years

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Mc: Lord Diavolo..

Diavolo: Yes, Mc?

Mc: Do you like Mammon?

Diavolo: Of course! Why would I not?

Mc: No no no! I mean... You know?...

Diavolo: Hmm?

Mc: I mean in a romantic way...

Diavolo: *Blushing* Ah! AHAHAHAHAHA! You're quite good at joking Mc!

Mc, looks at Barbatos: He does, right?

Barbatos: *Nods*

Mc: Well then, since I already got my answer... I think it is time for me to leave. Goodbye~

*Leaves*

Diavolo: *Still blushing* Haaahh... Am I too obvious?

Barbatos: I believe so, My lord.

Diavolo, looks up at the ceiling: One sided love is really hard, isn't it?

Barbatos: I cannot find a suitable answer for that, My lord.

#Diavolo/Mammon #DiaMon #obey me #obey me! shall we date?#obey me diavolo #obey me mammon #obey me barbatos #obey me mc #obey me male mc #obey me female mc #obey me gender neutral mc #obey me diamon

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sammytheotakunerd · 2 years

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The cursed ships in Obey me

I just want to point things out that Obey me is an otome game not a shipping game where you can just ship other characters.

Like Leviathan x Raphael or Diavolo x Mammon.

I’ve seen a lot of these ships almost everywhere and i can’t help but be frustrated y’know?

Like Please for oh mighty lord and above, the game isn’t a shop on where you can have a load of shipping fee’s.

That’s why it’s called an otome game for a reason.

And let’s not go over the Leviathan x Luke ships.

Luke is a freaking MINOR!

Even the devs said that Luke is a child in human age!!

I don’t even want to start on Asmo x Satan ships, The above is already enough.

#obey me one master to rule them all #obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me luke #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me diamon #obey me mammon #obey me diavolo

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villains-support-group · 5 months

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Don’t mess with the Mammon x Diavolo shippers, there’s like 3 of us and 2 of them are biters.

#( 🎤🎀 ) — my shit!#this is a joke #diavolo x mammon #Diamon #obey me #obey me ships

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korra-northeast-germany · 2 years

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Mammon headcanons :)

A/N: celestial prince!Mammon + crow!Mammon and incubus!mammon are included. Btw all the Mammon's are dating their versions of diavolo, Barbatos, Mephistopheles, and solomon

Mammon

He pulls pranks on people whenever the opportunity is given

He copes with his trauma, stress, depression, anxiety, and other negative feelings by age regressing. His little age is 5 - 10.(back off u perverts)

Ha has ADHD(just like me frfr)

His favourite brother used to be Satan but after he became like the others he decided 'no' and no longer has a favourite.

He is the most motherly out of the 7 brothers, even mothering Lucifer at points.

He forgets mc exists

He's Luke's favourite demon.

My guy is trans and uses he/raven/tweet/pup pronouns (Tho he is preferred. These also apply to the other mammons)

My guys got titties and thighs that epically end lives

Bottom

Prince!Mammon

He is always has been and always will be ammerie's(god's) favourite son

Is titties are extra powerful 😘😘😘😘

Likes to be called prince when with the other Mammon's

Gets into fights with Lucifer and wins

His mother mode is extra powerful especially around luke

Micheal is his favourite brother

When his greed acts up, it acts up BAD. To the point he'll go on several stealing sprees than the others, then blank out for 2 weeks before coming back to his senses and having a breakdown

His sin and virtue are constantly at war with eachother. Luckily his virtue wins most of the time.

Often sleeps with a stuffed crow

Ponders the meaning of life a lil too much

He sometimes sleeps in either Ammerie or Michael's bed after a nightmare

Mainly lives in the celestial realm

Crow!Mammon

Is the villain!version of prince!Mammon

His brothers led him to his death and he hates 5 of them with a burning passion

Levi is his favourite brother but he has trouble trusting him

Is soul bound to Michal(lilith)

My guy gets a new crow every time he kills someone wether it be a human angel or demon. Of you die by his hand ur his crow child now

He hates Lucifer with a burning passion

Was dead for like 700 years got revived then ended up killing mc on accident

Happily embraces his stealing like no tomorrow and gets away with it

Planning to kill his brothers 😍

My guy owns every crow raven and magpie in all 3 realms and Any other universes that exist. Basically the bird god of u will

His crows do not allow him to get sleep so he's tired 24/7

His thighs are so juicy my god he can easily crush u with them 😍😍😍

Good at that glock glock 9000

Incubus!Mammon

He is the 5th born instead of Asmo and is also the avatar of lust

He's the most horny mammon there is.

Used to be a porn star

Barbatos, diavolo, and Mephistopheles are his sugar daddies 😍😍😍😘😘😘

Often sneaks out at night to see one of his bfs because Lucifer and the others are too protective

His titties and thighs basically out do the other Mammon's 10 fold

Constantly goes running to diavolo when he wants to get his way after Lucifer grounds him

Litterally isn't allowed to leave the home without one of he brothers to accompany him

Are you an asshole to him? Cool he just fucked you, your mom, you dad, your girlfriend, your boyfriend. Basically he's a who-

Actually loves to cuddle and shows his love through touch, his very blatant when it comes to public displays of affection both platonic and romantic

Still kicks people's ass 😍

Uses his charms to get whatever he wants

Better than asmo 😍😍😍😍😍

A/n: some of these are jokes, guess which ones 🙂

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barbatosgossipsection · 1 month

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I can't understand the Diamon ship at all. (mammon is mine yall /j)

— Anon

#barbatosgossipsection #obeyme #obey me #omswd #confession #queuecifer #diamon slander #diavolo obey me #mammon obey me

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machamilksposts · 2 years

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🅿🅰🆂🆃 🅼🅰🅼🅼🅾🅽 🅼🅴🅴🆃 🅿🆁🅴🆂🅳🅽🆃 🅼🅰🅼🅼🅾🅽 🅱🆄🆃 🅳🅸🅵🅵🅴🆁🅴🅽🆃

Mammon had just got back from a date with diavolo. when they walked in they saw a little boy covered by his angel wings in the middle of the carpet all the brothers were surrounding him. "Who's this?" mammon said looking at the boy who was still covered by his wings"we're not sure if he showed up in the middle of the room" Levi said standing next to the Young boy. Mammon sighed and walked up to the little boy who was... Trembling very badly. "Hey buddy.." The little boy whimpered "No need to be scared you safe.." "S-safe..?" The little boy opened his wings and Mammon's eyes widen. The little boy had the same tan skin same snowy white hair the same blue and gold eyes.. "I'm safe..you promise..?" Mammon looked over to Lucifer who eyes where also widen when you realize who it was mammon then looked back at his past self "I promise.." The younger mammon opened his wings so they can fully see him "It's baby mammon"Belphie yawned "Awww he was so cute" Asmo squealed Both of the mammon's looked at each other "U-um" The little mammon started but was stopped by a hug. A warm heart filling hug... "I'm sorry.." The little boy didn't know what was happening he didn't know why the older version of him was saying sorry but he started to cry gripping onto the olders jacket like his life depended on it and let all his bottled up emotions spill. Everyone was quiet all they could be heard was the cries of a small child and an older person comforting the child "I-its hurts.." "I know..." after a while the little boy stopped crying all tired and weared out. Lucifer had came back with a glass of water "Here drink it" little mammon nodded drinking the water "So how did you end up here?" Satan said looking at the mini version of his big brother "U-um I saw a really bright light and then I ended up here" Diavolo Kneeled down to little mammon "Hello friend" The little mammon eyes lit up "Your my penpal!!" Diavolo smiled "That's right".

T.B.C

(It's like five in the morning 🧍🏽‍♀️)

#obey me #obey me mammon #diavolo x mammon #mammon supremacy #diamon #fanfic

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iwannawritelots · 2 years

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Trust

Originally written May 2022

Masterlist

Genre: angst, comfort, fluff kinda at the end

Ship(s): Lord Diavolo X Mammon

(genderless MC)

Trigger/content warnings: nonspecific trauma-induced nightmares, The Escorts, allusion to using unhealthy coping habits in the past

Headcanons/notes from the author: Lucifer being a dick overprotective. Uhhh idk, I really think Mammon X Diavolo is cute though. OH. Non-binary Barbatos

Brief Blurb: Mammon has a nightmare and calls Lucifer for comfort.

Lucifer hadn’t been able to fall asleep all night. He was desperate to finally have slumber take him captive, but his mind wouldn’t shut off. It was driving him to the brink of insanity, feeling like he was just about to sleep but then not having it happen. It wouldn’t be the first time he had a sleepless night like this, and it wouldn’t be the last.

On his bedside table, his D.D.D. began to ring. He groaned and opened his eyes only slightly. For a moment, he was sure he wouldn’t answer. No one would be calling this late for something that wasn’t important, though…

With an exhausted sigh, Lucifer reached over and grabbed the device. The caller ID made his hairs stand on end. Quickly, he pressed answer and brought the receiver to his ear. “Mammon? Why are you calling at this hour?”

Mammon was clearly crying on the other end.

“‘m s-sorry… I’m jus’ b-by myself and.. I-I didn’t wanna call Dia…”

“What do you mean you’re by yourself?” Lucifer could feel his blood boiling, fully awake from anxiety and rage. “Where is Diavolo?”

“H-He had to go… H-Human world s-stuff…” Mammon sniffled and let out a shaky exhale. “I-I-I th-thought… h-he’d be back by now…”

“Why didn’t you go with him?” Lucifer stood up, tripping on his own feet as he unplugged his phone and began to pace around his room. “Never mind, actually. Why are you crying? What happened?”

Mammon was quiet for a moment, then told him, “I-I had a nightmare about… M-M-Maddi… a-and… a-and I w-wasn’t going to call, b-but…” he trailed off, sobs escaping him despite his efforts to contain them. “I-I just… I-I didn’t wanna d-do something bad a-and make Dia f-feel guilty… I-I can’t hide things from him…”

“No, it’s good that you called. Just stay on the phone, it’s going to be okay.” Lucifer attempted to keep his voice calm and gentle, but he was drowning in concern. Didn’t Lord Diavolo know that Mammon had nightmares like this? How long had they lived together now…? A month? A little over a month? “Where’s Barbatos? Are they not home?”

“N-No…” Mammon‘s voice cracked as he choked down his cries. “No, th-they’re at Purgatory Hall… b-boyfriends night or someth-thin’…”

Running his fingers through his hair, Lucifer mouthed a few swears. Of course Lord Diavolo just left Mammon all by himself! The damn prince probably didn’t even know Mammon had this reoccurring problem. “Okay,” Lucifer wracked his brain for ideas, feeling like a complete imbecile for letting Mammon move in with Lord Diavolo at all. He couldn’t trust anyone with his siblings, could he? “Okay… Okay, how long ago did you wake up?”

“I-I dunno…” Mammon mumbled, sniffling and whimpering. “A h-half hour at most…”

“Half an hour? Mammon, you should have called sooner.”

“D-Didn’t wanna bug ya…”

Lucifer facepalmed, realizing he began to scold Mammon instead of helping. “No, I’m sorry. You tried to calm down by yourself, that’s a good thing. I… am glad you called when you knew for sure that it wasn’t working.” He located his shoes and sat down on the bed with them, keeping his phone between his shoulder and cheek as did so. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“N-No…” Mammon told him softly. “N-No I jus’… I-I want my head to be quiet…”

Roughly putting on and tying his shoes, Lucifer asked, “What can I do to help you quiet down your head?”

“D-Dunno… I-I just… I-I want it t-to s-stop…” Mammon’s voice shook, making Lucifer’s heart rate increase from panic. He was going to spiral if no one was around to stop it. “I-I want it to stop…”

“Where are you in the castle?” Lucifer asked, standing and grabbing his cloak. “Are any Li’l D.s around? Maids?

“N-No…” Mammon broke into loud bawling. “I-I’m all by myself… I f-feel so unsafe…”

Lucifer hurried down the stairs, attempting to keep his demon form at bay. “You’re safe. No one can hurt you in the castle. You will be alright.” Lucifer wanted to beat Lord Diavolo into a pulp of red sludge. How dare he leave Mammon alone like this? What kind of fiancé was he? “Mammon, listen to me. You are safe. Tell me.”

“I-I am s-s-safe…” Mammon managed between sobs. “I-I am safe in the castle…”

Making his way out of the entrance hall doors, Lucifer told him, “That’s right. You’re safe in the castle. No one can hurt you. You’re safe.” He picked up his pace, ignoring the pain shooting through his body. “Where are you in the castle? Are you in your room?”

“I-I hid in our closet…” Mammon admitted in a whisper. “O-Our room is jus’… t-too big right now…”

“If I were to hang up for a few minutes, would you be able to keep yourself grounded?” Lucifer inquired gently.

“D-Dunno… I-I just…” Mammon sniffled and coughed violently, having cried so hard his breathing was uneven. “I-I don’t wanna b-be a-alone…”

“I’ll come to you, okay? I just can’t call and fly at once. It’ll take much longer if I walk.”

After a moment of thought, Mammon muttered, “‘k-‘kay…”

“Do you want me to call Barbatos? They might be—”

“N-No! N-No… No.” Mammon took a deep, strained breath. “No… th-they barely get nights off…”

“Okay, I won’t call Barbatos. I promise. Just… keep yourself safe until I arrive, alright?”

“M-Mmhm…”

Lucifer hung up, threw on his cloak, then melted into his demon form. He spread out his wings, giving a pained gasp when one of them popped. Taking off, he quickly flew towards the Demon King’s castle. Once he got close enough, he landed haphazardly onto all fours before standing and hurrying to the entrance. The magic locks undid themselves for him, and he hurried upstairs to Lord Diavolo and Mammon’s room.

He opened the door and closed it gently behind himself, not wanting to startle Mammon. There was sniffling and sobbing coming from the inside of the closet, so Lucifer carefully walked over and opened it. “I’m here, Mammon,” he spoke softly, slipping into Celestial tongue. “I’m here. You’re safe.” He lowered himself onto the floor, cautiously reaching a hand out. “You’re safe.”

Mammon scrambled closer and hid into Lucifer’s arms, mumbling through tears in Celestial tongue, but Lucifer couldn’t hear him very well. He petted Mammon’s hair, softly humming and pulling him as close to himself as he could. “You don’t have to be scared, I’m here…” he whispered, attempting to sound calm despite the trembling and aching from his hurry to the castle. “Lucifer is here.”

Curling into Lucifer’s chest, Mammon hid as much as he could before settling into a position. “‘m sorry…” he muttered, voice shaking. “‘m sorry… I-I jus’ didn’t want to be alone…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Lucifer told him quietly. “I just want you safe, Mammon. It’s okay.”

After a long while of comforting, Mammon fell asleep in Lucifer’s arms. When was the last time he had coaxed Mammon into sleep…? Thousands of years? Millions…? Either way, it was welcome despite the circumstances behind it. His siblings and Satan didn’t confide in him much anymore, especially not for comfort.

The bedroom door creaked, and Lucifer quickly snapped his attention to the noise. “Lucifer…?” Lord Diavolo whispered, slowly closing the door behind himself. “What happened?”

It took Lucifer a moment to answer, needing to switch back to Infernal. “Mammon had a bad nightmare,” he stated softly, resuming his attention on his sleeping brother. “I’d like to speak with you, actually…”

“I… I see…” Lord Diavolo watched Lucifer stand, cradling Mammon in his arms. “I will wait in the hallway, then…”

After Lord Diavolo did as stated, Lucifer carried Mammon to the bed and very cautiously laid him down. When Mammon didn’t retaliate the action in his sleep, Lucifer glanced at the door before giving him a small peck on the forehead. After watching him a moment longer, he left the room and stood in the hallway with Lord Diavolo. “Lord Diavolo… do you know much about Mammon’s nightmares?”

“Well… no.” Lord Diavolo sighed and crossed his arms. “Mammon hasn’t said much about it besides having nightmares. I figure it’s about the fall or that witch…”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “That witch?”

“Mammon won’t tell me who it is.” Lord Diavolo shook his head. “I really tried asking, I did. I just didn’t want to be pushy if he didn’t want to talk about what happened. Hell, he didn’t tell me about what happened until we tried to be intimate and I did something that triggered him.”

“I see.” Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose, then exhaled with frustration. “I was furious with you, but I suppose it’s not your fault.”

“I know how protective you are of your siblings…” Lord Diavolo ran his fingers through his curly, vibrant red hair. “I wish you would trust me more, however. Mammon will be my husband one day.”

Lucifer scoffed and looked Lord Diavolo directly in the eyes. “If I should trust you, then why did Mammon call me instead?”

“Mammon has told me that he’s afraid of overwhelming me with his mental problems, but I’ve been working on having him open up. I won’t force him to tell me something if he isn’t ready,” Lord Diavolo attempted to keep his voice steady, but it was still laced with upset from Lucifer’s accusation. “Do you not trust Solomon either? He and Asmodeus have been married for years.”

“Of course I don’t,” Lucifer snapped. “I don’t trust anyone with my family but me. I will do anything for my family.” Before he could continue, the door opened and they both startled. “Mammon?”

“Wh-What’s goin’ on?” Mammon asked Lucifer in Celestial tongue, knowing Lord Diavolo didn’t understand it well. “Why are ya raisin’ your voice at Dia?”

Lucifer’s face softened, and he felt foolish in an instant. They should have gone somewhere further away, not right in front of the bedroom door. “I’m concerned, that’s all,” he responded in Celestial tongue. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You’re hurtin’ his feelings…” Mammon muttered, stepping out of the room to face Lucifer properly. “Thank ya for helping me… Could ya leave so I can speak with Dia, though?”

Lord Diavolo furrowed his eyebrows, not at all comprehending the language of angels. “Mammon? What are you two talking about?”

Lucifer took a deep breath, then let it go before switching to Infernal once more. “I will see you on Monday, Lord Diavolo.”

The couple watched him leave, then gazed at each other with concern. After a moment, Mammon stepped closer and cupped Lord Diavolo’s face. “‘m sorry, darlin’…” he muttered in Infernal. “I just didn’t want you to have to hear anything nasty he might have said.”

Lord Diavolo hesitantly placed his hands over Mammon’s. “Lucifer’s scary when it comes to you and the others…”

Chuckling, Mammon told him, “That’s true. I’m sorry you’re goin’ to end up with such a grumpy-ass brother-in-law.” He smiled when Lord Diavolo laughed at the comment, pleased that the situation hadn’t made his mood very low. “Look… I heard a lot of that jus’ now… ‘nd I appreciate ya not wantin’ to pressure me… but I think Lucifer’s right. I should trust ya more. I-I mean…” Mammon sighed and averted his gaze. “I jus’… I want ya to love me, and I don’t want ya to start infantilizin’ me because of my mental issues… and… a-and I jus’ don’t want ya to think it’s your fault when I have a bad episode, ‘c-‘cause it ain’t…”

Lord Diavolo felt his heart rip a little as Mammon began to blink out tears. “Mammon, I understand…” He very slowly and carefully moved his hands to Mammon’s shoulders, giving a gentle squeeze. “You could have told me that from the beginning, love. I’m not mad.”

Sniffling, Mammon made a weak giggle. “I g-guess that’s true… I just get really scared, Dia…” his voice creaked. “I mean… I know I trust ya. I do… but I get scared you’ll hate me if I tell ya things… and I don’t want you to be upset if I have an episode ‘nd you’re off doin’ business, l-like tonight… I’m a grown man, I can handle it most of the time… this was jus’ a really bad night…”

“Mammon, hey…” Lord Diavolo gently used one of his hands to have Mammon look at him again. “I know you can handle yourself. That’s why I didn’t push you to come with me… but I still want you to call me if you need me.” He kept his voice soft and firm, not wanting to sound like he was scolding. “I know you are capable of handling yourself. You are very, very strong. You’re the Great Mammon, aren’t you?” Mammon giggled through a tiny sob. “Everyone needs help sometimes, so don’t be afraid to talk to me out of fear that I will infantilize you. I’m not going to do that.”

“O-Okay…” Mammon sniffled and lowered his hands to Lord Diavolo’s chest. “I d-do trust you, I promise…”

“Love, I know…” Lord Diavolo chuckled and carded his fingers through Mammon’s curls. “I can’t be lied to, remember?”

Mammon made a soft laugh, blushing a little while he fumbled with his fiancé’s shirt. “R-Right. Ya can’t even lie.”

“I could, if I tried really hard.” Lord Diavolo made a silly scrunched up face, as if he were deep in thought, then relaxed it after a moment. “Ah… actually, it’s a lot more difficult than I imagined.”

Rolling his eyes and giggling, Mammon wiped his face. “I’d rather ya didn’t learn anyways.”

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jemmie-heartz · 2 years

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Kalim’s dads!?!?

Me and @jiyi-jiyi made a crack fic off of this

Also Diamon are Kalim’s dad

Also Leona is down bad for Kalim’s dad

Also Yuuken is Mexican

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thebellearchives · 1 year

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𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃 🔞 minors dni

~ asmodeus ; obey me

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : Asmodeus’ thoughts run wild when he sees you dancing at a party

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : asmo x fem!mc, smut, oral (fem receiving), major switch behaviour from asmo, consumption of alcohol, mentions of drugs and tobacco

‧₊˚ a / n : definitely did not expect Asmo to be the second character I’d write smut for but yeah, here’s this piece i was talking about in that poll ~

Everything was hazy in your eyes, your memory had gradually become short-termed. The beat of the bass through the speakers banging against your eardrums dictating the moves of your body. You were unaware of the time, but you did know you had danced with several people throughout the night. Your skin had felt sticky with sweat and spilled liquor at some point but that was now forgotten in the middle the clinking of demonus glasses and demons singing to the music. You drank more from your vodka glass bottle, which Asmo had been kind enough to bring to the party considering you couldn’t get drunk off demonus.

The avatar of lust had been staring at you for a while. Lost in the sea of bodies it had been difficult for the rest of the brothers to find you and hog you all to themselves, but Asmodeus had been very careful to keep you nearby. His honey eyes sliding from your alcohol-drenched shiny lips to your cleavage, making their way down to the skin tight black dress, the way it hugged your breasts, your waist, your thighs... the demon felt jealous. Maybe he should help you get rid of it, the fact that your dress was grasping your body and he wasn’t was unthinkable to him.

Asmodeus wasn’t one to daydream, he would usually just go for it. He saw someone he liked? He wouldn’t wait a heartbeat to bat his lashes, buy them a drink, flirt here and there, see how far could he take things without making use of his charming abilities. It was all a game to him, and if he performed well enough you bet he’d get a nice price at the end of the night. And right now, there was nothing in the three realms he wanted more than a prize coming from you, but he was just so mesmerized by the swaying of your hips that he couldn’t move. He thought about getting closer to you through the multitude and scent of minted tobacco, he’d pull you away from that group of nobodies you were dancing with. Bump into your body and blame it on the amount of people in the dance floor, hold you from your hips to keep you steady.

“You okay there, Mc? Don’t fall!” he’d smile, but he wouldn’t take his hands off, pressing you against him from your lower back.

He imagines you’d give in to him, because who wouldn’t? He had those hypnotizing eyes that could make you melt into his smooth arms, your hands would trail up to his neck. His mind could visualize so clearly the way you’d flutter your lashes to look up to him, your tongue would dart out and slide across your lower lip. Were you thirsty for more alcohol? Maybe for a taste of him? He for sure was thirsty of you. And he’d lean in to inhale your enticing scent from under your jawline, his breathing making you shiver in his arms. His fingers would try and find their way under your dress, but as soon as his fingertips had the chance to catch a graze of glory you’d hitch a breath and pull him from his shirt.

“Not here” your whisper tinged with mischief, his senses would get filled with that smell he knew oh so well: lust.

Sweet, intoxicating smell of sin that would make his head spin in delirium. So you’d make your way out of the crowd in each others arms, skin stuck on skin on such a dense atmosphere filled with narcotics and liquor no one would even notice the way the personification of lust would pull from your waist, tempting you into the pits of unmeasurable pleasure. He’d like to think he’d be leading a little lamb to join him in the point of no return but he knows you wouldn’t be such a sweet little innocent girl. Because he can picture you hanging around his neck like a diamond. And fuck, wasn’t he weak to such expensive and beautiful things.

Your eyes would pursue his until you’d find a dark empty room somewhere, you’d crush your lips onto his and he’d ram you against the wall. The taste of vodka in your tongue driving him mad, he’d accidentally scratch your arms and you’d let out a pained, erotic whine that would only fuel his desire for more. He could only imagine all the different sounds he could pull out that pretty mouth of yours. You’d bite his lips in search of more of that aphrodisiac venom dripping from his mouth and he’d give in so quickly, wishing for you to show him what you got planned for him. Your hands gripping his shoulders and pushing him to the floor, hovering over him and your knees at each side of his hips. He’d slide down the zipper of your dress only for you to sit up above him and slide it down your body. Amber eyes would revel in your beauty and feel like the world is in his arms. He’d be so impatient as to finally know what it would feel like to be yours, but oh wouldn’t he like to let you know what if feels like to be his too, the narcissism and desire fighting inside of him. So the demon would change his mind, quickly wrapping his arms around you and rolling to the side so he’d be the one on top. Getting rid of your clothes was conflicting to him, he wanted to do it slowly so he could really enjoy it, but he was just so bewitched by your panting that at that point any fabric was just an annoyance. He’d pin your wrists to the floor and taste your skin from your neck to your clavicles, enjoying every single bit of the shaky reactions of your body. His tongue would swirl around one of your nipples, and he’d set free one of your wrists to make sure he’d give fair attention to the other one. More whines would come tumbling down from your lips like a siren song, driving him crazy with every single note. But he wouldn’t linger, the moment your head would give in and softly hit the floor he’d move on, his hot breath trailing your feverish skin down to your sensitive spot. For a moment, he wouldn’t resist a bit of teasing, and he’d make sure you feel his breath hesitate. His name leaving your lips in an almost religious plead would make him chuckle, but he’d reward you for pronouncing his name in such a needy whimper, so his wet tongue would then slide across your folds, making the muscles of your belly tense and contract, a breathy and high pitched moan whistling out of your throat. Your fingers tugging from his champagne-coloured locks, his arms holding your thighs firmly in place, his tongue lapping unmercifully, your back arching and desperate moans echoing through the pitch dark room until you end up clawing at the floor and he can taste the flavour of your orgasm, drinking it up as if it were the demonus in his cup.

Oh, right, there was still demonus in his cup. And you were still there dancing with unknown demons. He shook his head to come back down to earth, careful not to let his thoughts drift along the curves of your dancing body again. He walked up to your group and pretended to accidentally bump into you.

“You okay there, Mc? Don’t fall!” his wide smile greeted you, and his hands on your hips made sure to keep you steady.

“Yeah, thanks” you giggled, your lashes fluttered upwards in search of his eyes.

Oh, he has such hypnotizing eyes you thought, almost melting into his arms.

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