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obeymevibes · 9 months
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― i've just been thinking 'bout you
pairing: mammon/mc
genre : fluff 🌥
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Your nails tapped quite frantically against the screen of your DDD, having it become the victim of your frustration. The pillows that were sitting neatly by your headboard slipped on the floor as you sprawled on the bed in a huff.
Were you being selfish? Jealous?
What if he met someone at the party? He could've been entertaining anyone.
You've been checking Asmo's and Mammon's Devilgram stories, refreshing your feed every couple minutes. Asmo had been updating his audience often enough, showing off pretty faced demons and witches like a prize.
Rolling onto your back, you squeezed a random plushie under your arm. The profound silence and the emptiness of the ceiling you stared at, momentarily seemed to allow your thoughts to elevate. You grabbed your DDD, carelessly selecting Mammon's contact. Pressing it to your ear, you scrambled for words to start off with. He could be already intoxicated or his attention could be completely claimed by someone else.
The phone rang for what felt like hours and you began losing hope for the matter.
"Mc?" he called your name, concerned. You were relieved to hear his voice and judging by the fading music on the other line, he walked outside to answer. "Hey, is everything alright?"
Although you've known him for a long enough time and he's been sleeping with you in your room every night, something had been different for a while. You jolted upwards, brushing your hair away from your face nervously as if he was in the room with you.
"Everything's fine, yeah. I'm just um... I'm just wondering how the party is going." that was half true, you did intend to be slightly nosy.
"It's good! It's fun. Wish ya were here!"
You pressed your lips together and your brief quietness confused him.
"Uh... Mc?"
The dim light from the candle in your room flickered dramatically and you watched the dancing flame for a few seconds.
"I'm sorry. Sorry for calling you while you're out having fun as well." you sighed, picking the pillows up from the floor and placing them back in their everyday spot. "I just can't stop thinking about you, more than usual."
Somehow you could hear him freeze and you gave him the time to process it.
"I'm coming home."
"No! Don't be ridiculous! Stay at the party!"
"Nah, I'm going home."
"Mammon! Keep your ass at that party! You stop that right now!"
That went on back and forth until he agreed to stay. Surprisingly.
"Eh, Asmo is yelling at me to go back inside." the demon spoke in a somewhat whiny tone.
You let out a small laugh. "Fair enough. I'll see you tomorrow morning, yeah? I love you." and you hung up, popping your DDD on the nightstand to charge. Whatever chaos that was going to cause.
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mammunchkin · 10 months
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She was gone all day
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kipxer · 2 years
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Fear a Raised Voice
Obey Me! Mammon/Reader - Platonic - No MC pronouns
Warnings: Angst, being yelled at, mentions of breaking things, lots of crying, mean thoughts, learning how to accept comfort. It's an angsty one you've been warned.
Summary: MC gets yelled at by Lucifer after trying to go to the attic again. Gets triggered by childhood past experiences. Mammon is there to help.
Word Count: 2k
Note: You could probably psychoanalysis me from this. Should show this to my future therapist. Also I don't like this title, if you can come up with something better let me know lmaoo
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You walk out of Lucifer's office. A blank far off expression on your face, with a few tears starting to grow in your eyes.
You hate having people see you cry. It feels so humiliating. You tried your absolute best to hold it in while Lucifer was berating you for attempting to go to the attic again. You tried your best to stand your ground silently, just saying whatever he wanted to hear until he was appeased and let you go.
And as if the universe had any pity on you, here comes Mammon, strolling by, looking down at his phone. You quickly turn away and start to walk to your room hoping to escape before he notices you.
"Oi human!" He runs over to you before putting an arm around your shoulder. Goddammit.
"Was just lookin' for ya, I have a great idea you're gonna love it!!" You turn your face away acting as if something caught your attention, just to keep his eyes from seeing his face.
You suck in a breath. "Maybe next time Mammon."
"C'mon ya gotta trust me! I promise it's good and most definitely not a scam this time." He says with a devilish grin.
Your tone turns a bit harsher and slower "Maybe next time Mammon." Maybe if he could just take a hint that you were annoyed and give you some space, you could run to your room to let out all your angst quicker.
But unlucky for you, there are two facts about Mammon that you overlooked. 1) He isn't afraid of being annoying and 2) he really likes to talk.
"What's up with ya today?? Are my brothers rubbin' off on ya or something?"
You take in another sharp breath "Look, I'm just not in the mood today, I'm sorry." Your voice falters among your sharp words.
"MC are you ok? For real?"
"I'm fine I just need to be alone. It's fine."
You reeeally didn't wanna burden anyone else with your problems right now, especially Mammon. By this point you were the one keeping most of the peace in this house, you couldn't just break down in front of them and disrupt that. Besides, what if he just brushes it off or mocks you for it like he does with most of your feelings.
Mammon's grip tightened around your shoulders. "Follow me."
"Mammon I already said I'm not in the mood."
"Just-" He nudges you along "Put up with me for a sec and c'mon."
Deciding that he really isn't gonna let up anytime soon, you take another deep breath and tilt your head back. Might as well just suck it up and get this over with, then maybe you can get to your room faster.
"Fine." You say in an annoyed manner.
You find yourself being dragged to the doorway of his room where he finally lets you go to fumble with the lock.
Walking in and plopping down on his couch you say flatly, "Now what." Watching him as moves to sit next to you.
He leans back and turns towards to look at you, causing you to shift your gaze to your now very interesting shoeslaces.
"What's wrong."
"Nothing."
He gives you a look.
"Stubborn human... If somethin' is making ya so bothered then it's my job as your guardian to fix it. Just spill it."
You take another deep breath trying to calm yourself but also just getting tired of fighting him. "If I do," You chew on your cheek thinking over your next words, "then I'll start crying."
With that, his face twists with confusion and worry. "Just an even better reason to tell me I guess."
You take a final shaky breath. "Lucifer yelled at me." deciding to just keep it brief.
He looks at you confused "That's it??"
"For the most part yeah."
"Oh come on, I've seen him threaten ya and even lunge at ya, how is yellin' the worst of it?"
"Um." You grow small in your seat as memories start to flood back. Tears begin to prick the corners of your eyes that you try to blink away.
"Well. I used to get yelled at a lot as a kid by my parents."
Mammon's silence urges you on.
"a-and. I uh, it just reminded me of that. That feeling of being just so small and weak." You sniffed putting on an anxious smile. "They would scream shitty things at me, calling me stuff like ungrateful and lazy. They would break stuff and throw away my favorite toys. The lectures would last for what felt like hours before they would lock me in my room for the rest of the day." You let out a weak laugh "All because I didn't clean my room usually."
You waved your hand in the air dismissively. "I know it's not that bad, especially compared to what you go through all the time. It just. It kinda messed me up a little bit." You struggled to fight back the tears threatening to fall. God, you really didn't want to talk about this.
The air grows thick as you both remain silent, Mammon sitting there stunned.
"Not that bad? If I saw a kid bein' treated like that I'd be fucking pissed!" His whole body tenses in disgust and anger.
"You get strung up by Lucifer and fucking whipped like every other week! How is this anything compared to that?" You cross your arms.
"You were a kid!!"
"So!?"
"Lucifer does that cause he knows I can handle it. I'm a full grown goddamned demon, I can fight back."
"What? That still doesn't make it ok. And why don't you fight back if you're so strong huh??"
"Cause I know it makes him feel better to take it out on me." His voice drops to a mumble. "Plus, it keeps him from doin' the same to my younger brothers."
Now you're the one who's stunned to silence, hearing nothing but Mammon's aggravated breath and your anxious heartbeat.
As you fidget with you hands, you feel a few tears make their way down your face, both from your own confession and now his. Seems like quite the touchy subject for the both of you. Finally, you look up at Mammon, who's leaning in your direction, shoulders tense, eyebrows furrowed, and to your surprise, a pair of blinking watery eyes.
Oh shit. You really just made him cry. Well, almost cry. You've never seen him like this. Oh holy shit. It's your fault. What kind of shitty fucking friend are you. Why did you even ask that question in the first place you dumb fuck. You have to apologize. Now.
"I'm sorry." You say ever so quietly, as if it wasn't more than a whisper.
"What?" You grow even smaller under his intense gaze.
"I'm sorry for making you all worked up. I should've just left when I had the chance." You bite on your tongue.
Mammon huffs, "Oh what. And just lock yourself in your room for the rest of the day?"
You stare up at him as you feel your heart jump and your breath becoming shaky.
All the pent up panic and tears you've been trying to hold off suddenly flood your system. Oh god, why did he have to say that.
Choking on air, you start hiccuping and fighting for breath as you wipe at the wetness on your face.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you plead. You go back to trying to hide your face, breaking into a full on ugly cry. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
You hate this, so so much. Why did you let him talk you into this. Stupid annoying demons. This is so embarrassing your face is all gross now. You should just leave, just leave, leave. JUST GET UP AND LEAVE. WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE.
Slowly, you feel two soft but awkward arms wrap around you, as a hand is placed on the back of your head, nudging it closer.
Goddammit. Pushing your forehead into his chest, you heave.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" You can't stop apologizing as if it's a mantra, slowly turning into a jumble of choked whispers.
Gently, he rubs your shaking back, holding you close.
"You're ok. It's ok. You don't need to be sorry."
No it's not ok, it's not ok, it's not ok. You have everything to be sorry for.
You take a strangled gasp for air, as if that would let up the tightness in your throat.
You grip onto his shirt tightly as you hide your face in his chest. God this is so embarrassing. You must look so stupid and pathetic right now.
"Hey, take a deep breath for me ok?" He interrupts your thoughts.
Starting you off, he takes a long deep inhale himself. Shakily, the mess of yourself tries follow along.
In...
And out...
"Another one."
In...
And out...
With each breath, your sobbing grows quieter and your apologies die down.
"You're ok." He strokes your back some more, as your grip relaxes. You take another deep breath on your own, the air feeling just a bit lighter now.
Realizing the position your in, you let out a weak laugh as you hold onto him. "I told you I would cry."
He chuckles, the sound reverberating from his chest "Well hey, at least ya warned me."
A beat of silence passes as he soothes your back, giving you a moment to catch your breath.
Why was he being so nice. He always rambled about how annoying it was to take care of you, so why go through all the effort to comfort you like this.
Still. With all his self sacrifice for his brothers and now with the way he's treating you, you can't help but have just the slightest tiniest thought that maybe, just maybe, he cared about his family and you much more than he led on.
"Thank you."
He gently squeezes you in his embrace.
"Anytime."
He gives some more time for you both to relax. Just gentle touches and soft slow breaths. His warm palm traveling up and down your back in slow fluid motions, the hand in your hair holding you securely. You press your face further into his chest, soft fabric against your cheek, smelling strongly of his cologne.
"Ya don't gotta run off if ya need to cry. I'm here to talk about it- I mean it is my job after all."
You let out a chuckle at his sudden change in demeanor.
"I don't know, it's kinda really hard for me to just cry in front of people. Or ask for help. Or anything like that." You trail off.
He hums in thought. "Well, how about this. If I catch ya havin' a hard time, you're not allowed to run away." He smiles softly burying his face in your hair.
You huff out a laugh "Hard to say I won't just start avoiding you."
"Then I'll just have to stick by your side and annoy ya even more then, huh." He squeezes you real tight proving his point, both of your smiles growing as laughter begins to bubble up from your chest.
"Ah like you don't already do that enough."
He chuckles at your sarcastic tone before relaxing again.
And after a moment, you finally pull back to look up at his face. Feeling relaxed, grounded, and safe, having gotten to this point so much quicker than any solo sob fest you've given yourself.
And you ask,
"So what was that idea you had?"
His grin widens.
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obeythedemons · 2 years
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For the 3000 follower event: horseback riding and Mammon?
Horseback Riding [Obey Me! Mammon/MC]
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Genre: Humor
Word Count: 535
3000 Follower Event: Date Night
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“So why are we here again?” MC asked Mammon as they walked up and down the stalls housing the different horses. Mammon eyed each horse with scrutiny; taking in the gait, the height, muscle composition, and behavior.
“We gotta figure out which one is the best,” Mammon responded. He paused in front of a horse. The name plaque read Goldie. “Whatcha think about this one?”
MC glanced at the horse. “Looks good to me. Why do we need to know which one is the best, though?”
Mammon smirked and turned to MC. “If I figure out which horse is the best, then I can rack in the money on horse races! Pretty decent plan, huh?”
MC looked at all of the horses around them. “And the owners are racing all of these horses against each other? Like…Just the people that own just these horses?”
Mammon paused. He slapped his head. “They’re gonna be at different stables, aren’t they?”
“Yup,” MC said with a click of the tongue.
“But maybe we can go to each stable and figure ‘em out!” Mammon argued, more with himself than with MC. “We can sneak into all of ‘em!”
“Wait, we snuck in?”
Mammon ignored MC. “And then I’ll be richer than Lucifer! Richer than Diavolo, even! But we gotta see how well they run.” He started ripping open the locks on Goldie’s stable. With a bit of his demonic strength, the lock snapped off. He laughed to himself before he opened it. “Come on, MC. We gotta get on it.”
“What?” MC blinked owlishly at the demon as he walked towards the horse and hoisted himself on top of it.
“Haha! Not bad! ‘Course the Great Mammon would get along with the horsies,” Mammon praised himself. He looked down at the human openly gawking at him. “Impressed, huh?”
“I don’t think this is a good idea, Mammon.”
“Huh?” Mammon scowled. “’Course it’s a good idea. It’s one of my Ide—”
“Oi! What are you two doing in there?”
Mammon and MC snapped their heads in the direction of a stable hand yelling at them and running at them.
“Shit!” Mammon grabbed MC by the collar of their shirt and pulled them up, placing them right in front of him. “Come on, Horsie!” Mammon’s arms wrapped around MC’s waist and gripped onto the horse’s mane. “Go!” His legs kicked into the horse’s side. The horse quickly shot out of the stable and sped past the stable hand.
MC shrieked at the sudden burst of speed and turned to cling onto Mammon. They buried their face in his chest. His chest vibrated with fits of laughter at the wind blowing through his hair, his jacket fluttering behind him.
“This is the horse, MC!” Mammon shouted as the horse continued its sprint into the nearby open fields. “When it wins, I promise ya, I’ll take ya out on a real date! I’ll buy ya anything!” MC pulled away from his chest and glanced up at the wide smile and darkening of his cheeks. He let one hand off the horse’s mane as he grabbed onto MC’s hips and brought them closer to him. “Just ya see, MC. We’re gonna win big.”
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vvolfy · 11 months
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【always be my goldie】
A Mammon/MC playlist.
1. Circles - Post Malone 2. Unforgettable - French Montana & Swae Lee 3. iSpy - Kyle & Lil Yachty 4. Martin & Gina - Polo G 5. Trophy Room - Lofsky 6. Into You - Ariana Grande 7. Replay - Iyaz 8. You Make Me Feel... - Cobra Starship & Sabi 9. Stitches - Shawn Mendes 10. Kiss You - One Direction
Spotify.
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zephyrchama · 23 days
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Falling asleep in one of the House of Lamentation's common rooms can be a gamble. At best, somebody kindly carries you back to your room and tucks you in. Or maybe they leave you where you were, but drape a jacket or blanket over you.
Sometimes they go overboard, and you wake up with too many blankets. It's sweltering hot and excessively heavy. You thought the brothers were just being supportive in a weird way until Mammon accidentally revealed everyone is trying to break the record of 23 blankets and three duvets.
Sometimes you wake up with a full manicure and facial in progress. Asmo likes the practice.
Sometimes you wake up wearing Lucifer's reading glasses or Mammon's sunglasses. The Anti-Lucifer League must have thought you make a good hiding spot.
Sometimes you wake up with fresh food next to you. Particularly if you fell asleep near mealtime. The strong smell of Devildom cuisine rouses you awake, and you catch Beel trying to tip-toe away.
Sometimes you find... offerings. Bottled tea, or sticker sheets, or a coin placed on your cheek. Levi started taking pictures and in thanks decided to make a shrine dedicated to his idol (you).
Sometimes they draw on your face. The first person to do so will leave a marker for anyone else who happens to feel creative. You've woken up with whiskers, a mustache, fake eyes drawn over your eyelids, money signs drawn on your eyelids, swirls and hearts, a goatee, a big unibrow, and you're pretty sure the twins are the culprits behind a game of tic-tac-toe.
Sometimes you get notes. Simple reminders, or a notice that Lucifer's left the house so please make sure to check that everyone's behaving when you wake up. Occasionally you wake up completely covered in post-its with silly messages.
Sometimes you get kisses. They leave no trace, unless their sender gets carried away and sticks around.
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barbatos-wife · 8 months
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A typical day at Devildom. (It's not my job)
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strawberrycartt · 3 months
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RAD classes are tough 🔮🕯️
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lovetei · 10 months
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Things that the citizens of the Devildom witnessed that will prove that this Human have the characters at their beck and call
Versions: The Brothers, Side characters
Warnings: Gender neutral pronouns for MC, Cussing, Slight yandere themes (Belphegor, Asmodeus)
Links: Masterlist
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LUCIFER
This demon likes sticking to rules
Running on hallways? Detention
Eating during class? Detention
Not paying attention to class? Detention
No one is safe...
Except for one person.
The cafeteria if filled with loud noises, your voice shouting profanities to another demon specifically.
Everyone listening to the argument feels like they're stomach is about to burst out of nervousness because "What if Lucifer randomly comes in and put all of us is detention because we just stood by and didn't do anything to stop the fight?!"
And he did.
But what surprised them is that he didn't shout or anything, he just stood there for a few second and scanned the crowd looking for one of his brothers.
Spotted Mammon and came close to him before whispering something among themselves.
And then he just stood there
Doing nothing
As if it's just fucking okay to let a human, the exchange student at that, to scream and curse a demon because he won't cooperate into this project.
And when the demon started cursing back at you, the rules are suddenly so strict as if cussing will cause the end of the 8 rings of hell.
The demon is sent to detention, removed from the group, suspended, and many more.
And who knows? Maybe you pulled just a few strings to have that demon expelled.
But what the citizens sure know is that they never saw anyone again after talking to MC like that.
MAMMON
It was cute
Mammon would do anything for you, no matter how big or small it is.
One day, Mammon was spotted running around the halls of RAD.
Looking like he's getting chased by Lucifer, again.
But surprisingly, he's not.
He's just running around the school fetching your fan, notebooks, bag, pens, water or some snacks.
One time, you two were put in a group for this project and were talking about it with your other group mates.
Then you hit him with a "Mammon, I left my notebook on my desk in the potions class, can you fetch it for me?"
With just a blink of an eye, Mammon who was leaning on your shoulder just a few minutes ago is gone.
And with another blink of an eye he's there again with your notebook on his hands then he's back to leaning on your shoulder again as if he didn't just go to the other side of the school for a notebook.
LEVIATHAN
He's introverted
He won't go out his room if it's just for some lame party
I also headcanons for him to be the most unseen brother
Or like him having the smallest amount of photo and information online because he just won't go out.
Yeah, he won't go out if it's just some small, lame party but if Diavolo hosts it, what exactly can he do?
"Do you think the avatar of envy will attend this party?"
"Ha! No way... Lord Leviathan won't attend small parties or gatherings like these unless Lord Diavolo hosts it himself."
"Lord Leviathan really has a high standard when it comes to gatherings..."
And then poof
He's there
Beside you
A happy go lucky sheep beside a gloomy snake
What a match
And if you ask him why he would attend such gatherings when it's totally not even his style he would just go like "MC."
"What can I do? MC really wants to see the fireworks display."
"MC wants me to escort them."
So they got the hint on how to make Levi attend gatherings, either have Diavolo host it or invite MC too.
SATAN
He's angry
But not angry enough to yell when MC is around
Man's can go from 👹 to ☺️ real quick as soon as he felt MC's prescense
He doesn't know why too, but whenever he yell while you're around he thinks he'll fall out of favor
"WELL MAYBE IF YOU'RE SO PERFECT THEN WHY DON'T YOU GO AROUND WHILE YOU HAVE YOUR HEAD FAR UP YOUR ASS- Oh, Hi MC? How are you?"
He'll talk so sweet in front you and then when you turn around you can see some veins popping out of his neck and forehead.
And if he can't really handle it and went berserk in your prescense another scary yet amazing thing you can is to put your hand on his body.
Shoulder, head, neck, wrist, arm, wherever it is.
Just pat him or link your arms with him and he will start to calm down.
ASMODEUS
People headcanon him to like it when you're obsessed with him but I think he's more obsessed to you.
Like he's down bad
You can do anything and he'll literally fawn all over it
"Look at the way they run their hands through their hair!"
"Look at how they work!"
"The way they hold that fork is so graceful~"
Literally, you're the only person that comes to his mind when someone said pretty
Except for himself of course
But I swear, whenever someone caught him staring at you the atmosphere gets so thick
You don't even know why but the atmosphere is heavy and the air suddenly smells so sweet
And those heart in his eyes, the way his pupils dilate
Yeah, you have this man worshipping you alongside himself
BEELZEBUB
Other than the fact that he's actually willing to share his food with you
He's willing to help you in any physical works
Like lifting up things, carrying your stuffs and sometimes even running errands for you
I mean, he actually doesn't do it a lot because Lucifer actually asks Mammon for this stuff because the things Lucifer needs to be done is a little...
Shady?
And he doesn't want to taint Beel's innocence.
So now since you're already a part of the student council when Lucifer needs to have something important finished but it requires physical work.
You and Beel will be partnered
And he doesn't have anything against it either
He likes it so much when you command him to do something actually
I mean, he's tall and buff but Lucifer won't ask him to do anything that includes hard labor except taking care of Belphegor
So you actually helping him make use of all those muscles made him feel a tinge of happiness
He feels like he's actually of use :)
BELPHEGOR
This little brat
He would kill for you and he means it
He's not scared to spill blood on broad daylight as long as it's for you
Someone bothered you? Dead
Oh this person annoyed you? Taken care of
Aw~ He told you you're cute and asked you out on a date? That's sweet! Dead.
He's just like that
He won't tolerate anyone who dared disrespect you
And Lucifer won't even put a stop into this
"I mean, Devildom is quite overpopulated and we don't want anyone disrespecting Lord Diavolo's plan on bringing the three realms together now." Is what he reasons everytime.
Oh, he also wakes up on command as long as it's you.
Lucifer and his brothers could be shaking him like he's dead and he won't even bother to open his eyes
But if you just pulled a "Belphie? Good morning..." Oh dear, he's wide awake and clinging to you.
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Mc: Hey, dumb slut, get over here.
Mammon, sighing: Okay-
Asmo: I'm coming!
Mammon, confused: I thought... I was dumb slut...
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leonideez · 1 year
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After the initial shock and sadness of the brothers realizing that MC will die one day; I think i’d be funny if MC jokes about and and uses it as leverage occasionally.
Lucifer: MC your grades are horrible you need to work on the assignments that have been given to you
MC: i’m going to die one day and you’re going to be sad about all of the times i could have been happy and yet you made me do schoolwork instead
Like MC being an absolute menace would be so fucking funny to me
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obeymevibes · 9 months
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― simple seduction
pairing: mammon/mc
genre: kinda smutty 🌶
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"The Great Mammon is here to cure your boredom!" Mammon's pleased voice was shortly followed by a proud laugh, disrupting the peace of the relaxing music you had played in the background.
You exhaled heavily through your nose as if taking a deep breath. Scanning through your unfinished papers, you laid your pen down on the desk for a rest. The demon should've been busy, having his head down in the books instead of doing any noisy and obvious gesture to grab your attention.
Turning your head to look at him, you smiled and listened to him blabber about his silly gambling addiction. Well, it fitted his sin entirely but you couldn't see the special aspects of it.
"Hey, Great Mammon, shouldn't you be studying?" you asked, squinting your eyes and pursing your lips in a funny way in which he scoffed in return.
"Pfft, it's all common sense anyways. You're the one who needs the extra learning!"
You looked around sarcastically before standing up and leaning against your desk, staring up at him. "Is your common sense in the room with us right now?"
Your first man scrunched his eyebrows together, mouth slightly agape. You knew he'd reply with something sassy, so why not catch him off guard?
Gazing at his face, you noticed a bit of cream on the corner of his lips. Probably from the pastries Luke left earlier.
"Did you eat without me?" you asked with a silky twinge to your voice as you reached your hand towards him. You gently glided your thumb across the side of his bottom lip where the cream resided. His eyes bored into your face, studying your soft facial expression. His cheeks quickly flared up, wearing a nice shade of red. Patiently, you awaited for a response but none arrived. You tilted your head in a cute way but there was some cheekiness to it as well.
You observed him, switching between focusing on his lips and his eyes. He mirrored your actions and it seemed like his body advanced closer to yours. The music still played yet it was overtaken by the sound of your heart hammering against your chest. The usual coolness of your bedroom didn't matter anymore, your body was radiating heat and perhaps taking in Mammon's as well.
The energy changed, the tension continued to rise. You tried to resist the urge to lick your lips but failed and that just enticed him more. Seeing your tongue coat your lips made them appear more kissable. Your eyelids felt heavy as you were anticipating more physical contact and if he wasn't going to do it then you happily would.
You were thinking to yourself that he wasn't the worst when it came to reading body language because within seconds, you were trapped in between the desk and his broad figure. He placed his hands on the desk on either side of you before shyly leaning in towards you. Mammon glanced at your eyes again as if asking for permission. He tenderly brushed the tip of his nose against yours, before claiming your lips with his and you found yourself holding your breath.
An excited jolt jumped in your body and spread all throughout. You moved your lips against his in a highly desirable way. He reciprocated, lifting you up by your thighs to sit you down on your desk, when your hand pulled him closer by the back of his neck and the other squeezed onto the fabric of his t shirt from the back. You couldn't get enough and he showed his own craving and longing through his desperate actions.
Your legs clutched around his hips, begging for more friction. You were fully consumed by lust and both you and Mammon refused to let each other go. His sloppy movements to touch you more caused a couple of things to be pushed off your desk and lay helplessly on the floor.
Your fingers sneaked underneath his t shirt, and you caressed his bare back, enjoying the feeling of his tensed muscles. Your boldness prompted the demon to tangle his fingers in your hair, tugging on it to pull your head back. He was satisfied to have more access to your neck, eagerly leaving open-mouthed kisses down your jawline and the sweet spots on your neck. You couldn't resist the quiet moan surpassing your lips and you closed your eyes, aching for more.
"Mammon..." his name escaped you so softly, that he could barely hear it as he himself was blinded by lust.
He felt his dick twitch as he listened to your sounds of pleasure when he hadn't done much yet. He couldn't believe the intense connection the two of you had and the sexual part of it didn't disappoint. He was certain that he never experienced anything this explosive. All it took was a sign of approval from you, for him to be painfully hard. He swore someone slipped an Aphrodisiac in his food.
The avatar of greed urgently needed to make you cum. So many thoughts were running through his mind.
His hands rubbed your inner thighs before setting them on your hips to pull you closer and press his bulge against your crotch. He pecked your lips before staring at your flushed complexion.
"Are ya sure ya want this?"
Your shirt was disheveled and your hair copied the look. You were catching your breath so all you could do is nod slowly, missing the feeling of his closeness.
He obeyed, doing just as you wished.
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whatever-fanfics · 6 months
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Headcanon that the demons and angels don't have that instinct when somethings wrong.
MC *feels the hairs on their arms stand up*: Somethings wrong
Solomon *feels a pit in his stomach*: I agree
Demons and Angels: What the fuck
*Something goes wrong*
The Demons and Angels: What the F U C K 🤯😱🤯
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kipxer · 2 years
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Stimming With Mammon
Obey Me! Mammon/Reader - Platonic - No MC pronouns No warnings, just a lot of sensory descriptions Note: I want a stim buddy so bad. Or an affectionate friend. SOMETHING. The pandemic has taken so much from me…. Masterlist
Mammon stim HCs:
For Mammon, he loves loud buzzy noises, like they're fizzing his hears. Makes his brain feel like seltzer water.
Speaking of seltzer, he loves fizzy drinks and spicy foods, it's like they tickle his mouth with each sip or bite.
The clinking of metal is a favorite sound of his, one of the many reasons he'll count his grim one at a time, putting them into stacks, even though it's all already been counted several times.
He'll also spin the coins on any surface he can find, enjoying the flicking motion and trying to stick his finger in the empty space of the rotating coin as it falls down.
When he's anxious, he'll rub the sleeves of his leather jacket over and over, soothing himself with the smooth leathery texture.
Likes to scratch things too, whether with his claws or regular nails, but he'll only scratch on textures he deems "scratchable". He has scratched a many "un-scratchable" things and now he shivers at the idea of touching them again.
Fidgets with his jewelry a Lot. He twists his rings, earrings, watch, and any bracelets he has on. He's broken a few of the more delicate ones so now most of his jewelry is very solid, flat, and smooth.
Loves warm colors, yellows and browns specifically. Something about it just feels so bright and stimulating, and the browns help contrast that nicely.
Will growl randomly. Not cause he's angry or frustrated, but just cause it feels nice. Will breathe in as much air as possible before letting out one really long growl. Likes to test himself and make the longest growl he can.
Gotta move! Always!
If he's forced to sit, he'll be bouncing his leg, or kick his school desk leg, or if he's in a spinny chair he'll twist his waist back and forth letting his legs swing free.
If he's forced to just stand in place he'll just start doing calf raises, going on his tip toes before falling back down over and over.
Social Stimming
You and this boy are so touch starved. So when you discovered you can stim!? Together!?!? It was over for you two.
You'll find him randomly coming up to you just to bite your shoulder cause he needed something on his teeth in that moment and you were just there.
Will scratch your back like a cat on a scratch post. Just turn around and let him at it. Unlike most scratchable surfaces he deems, he promises to never use his claws on you, instead only his nails, for fear that he'll slice up your skin.
Loves. To. Wrestle. Will never exert really any force on you, but like a big puppy, he loves when you push each other away, roll around, and end up in a fit of playful growls and giggles.
You know those challenges where you gotta like balance on top of each other, or have one person climb the other? Also loves those. Whenever he finds one he demands you do it together immediately.
Brush your hands over his face and he will just melt... Almost like your casting a spell on him, just trailing your fingers down his face over and over and he'll start purring.
Not a fan of being squished or under pressure much, but instead loves to be your stand in weighted blanket when you need. Just let him flop over and lay on you.
Just make sounds at him and he will repeat them every time. Whenever one of the other brothers overhears you it sounds like you're speaking a weird new language to them.
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cosmicstarlatte · 1 year
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Diavolo: Do you have representation?
Mammon: I call upon my lawyer MC!
MC: My client is innocent!
Diavolo (pinching MCs cheek): Of course he is, case dismissed!
Lucifer: Lord Diavolo there's crisp clean video of Mammon stealing from-
Diavolo (petting & cuddling MC): MC said he's not guilty, so he's not. What's so hard about that?
Lucifer: MC do you handle murder cases?
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catmadeofsalad · 1 month
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Asmodeus: *playing with MC'S hair*
Beelzebub: *holding MC*
Belphie: *sleeping on top of MC's legs*
Mammon: *buying MC more blankets for their pile*
Leviathan: *putting in a funny movie for MC*
Lucifer: Why are you crowding MC so much?
Asmodeus: Their toxic ex tried to manipulate them into getting back together, and our dear human started to panic so we deemed this a necessary solution.
Lucifer: Then where is Satan?
Mammon: *grins* Hunting
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