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loveydovey-leviathan · 7 months

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mammon x gn! reader

based on the nightbringer chat where mammon asks you to tell him you love him over and over again.

it's quiet tonight, you notice.

which is understandable. it's way past the appropriate time for anyone to be awake-- but you know that if you walked through the halls of the house of lamentation, you'd still hear a few of the brothers who reside here still up and quickly acting like they're asleep when lucifer comes in to do his nightly check-in.

you would be more worried about being in mammon's room at this time of night if you didn't already know that lucifer wouldn't mind. it's happened before and it'll happen again.

but something's different. there's nothing unusual about the way mammon's acting around you right now-- his head is tucked on your upper arm as he wraps himself around your body, and your hand goes through his hair in a repetitive motion, a movement you've become familiar with after all these years (not that he knows). all in all, there's nothing strange about tonight, just different.

mammon confirms your thoughts when he asks you "i was wonderin'... how'd you feel about me?"

that... certainly wasn't what you expected.

"what brought that up?"

"look, just lay it out straight for me, okay?"

"i love you," the answer is quick and simple, like it's second nature to you, because that's what loving mammon is-- it's as subconscious as breathing, as easy as blinking. it's sweet and loving because that's how mammon treats you.

heat gathers up in his cheeks and spreads all the way to his neck, like he's surprised at your proclamation of love as though you wouldn't shout it across rooftops. he bunches up the edge of your shirt and fiddles with the loose threads as he thinks of what to say.

"can you say that again?"

"you need some emotional support?" you tease.

he looks like he's going to explode (in a cute way). "i just feel like talkin' to you about this kinda thing, okay?! i can't help it! i gotta check, anytime, anywhere!"

"i love you, mammon," the confession is just as quick as the last one. "feel better now?"

he has a smile on his face, the one that shows his crowsfeet and makes the gold and blue in his eyes swirl together like marbles and jewellery.

"that ain't nearly enough, you gotta tell me a bunch more times!"

"i love you," and this time, you give him a forehead kiss to go with it.

"i love you," another on his nose. and then two more for both his cheeks.

the last one you place is on his lips, a deeper sort of kiss. he leans up to catch your lips on his and he curls his hands deeper into the hem of your shirt as a way to ground himself. he tastes like greed and warmth and want, he feels like everything you could ever need.

when you both part, he looks up at you like you're his heaven.

"...i love you, too."

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mee-op · 2 years

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Mammon calls himself "Your Mammon" in place of "The Great Mammon" whenever you're alone together.

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rae-writes · 3 months

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angelic alteration

om brothers x reader

wc : 1.k

warnings: nsfw, corruption kink based

synopsis : when Solomon and Diavolo can't fix the problem, it's up to Mc

a/n : thought the angel event (og) could use some more spice so I poured my entire spice rack on it

“Mc…I’m afraid we have bad news.”

You sighed into the receiver, “Yeah? You guys can’t reverse the magic, can you?”

“Nope!” Solomon chirped cheerfully, “Diavolo and Michael’s magic mixed together too strongly for us to reverse ourselves. You’ll just have to wait for them to go back to normal, or…”

“Or…what?”

“Well, this is just a theory, but what if you just corrupted the angelic magic and forced their demonic sides back out?”

“Corrupted, huh..? I like the sound of that.”

†

“I can feel the magic trying to stop me…how. stupidly. annoying.” Lucifer accentuated each word of his complaint with a sharp thrust, face pinched in concentration as sweat beaded at his temple.

He’d be damned if something as trivial as a hexed bracelet from the celestial realm kept him from indulging in you, the one temptation he would never dare ignore.

Your nails dug crescent moons into his shoulders, thighs squeezing at his hips tightly as you moaned and panted beneath him. “Lu-ci-fer! S-slow d-own!”

He growled and sped up in response, snapping his hips into you harshly, “How dare they try to turn me back? I am the Avatar. Of. Pride!” Once again, each word was accentuated with a thrust, making his cock hit deeper and deeper each time.

And he was so fucking proud each time he had you a moaning mess underneath him, crying out his name, begging him not to stop— you made his sin flood his entire body every time.

An electric charge cracked through the air for a brief second before the bangle broke in half, magic forcibly shattering under Lucifer’s sheer prowess.

He grinned sharply, capturing your legs against your chest in a mating press as he went even harder. His wings shedded to black, spanning out proudly behind him as the halo melted down into his horns.

“I’m going to ruin you, do you hear me? You’re not leaving this bed- not tonight, or in the morning, or maybe even until tomorrow afternoon…I’m keeping you until I’ve had my fill.”

†

The sight of Mammon’s blue eyes peering up while his mouth was busy pleasuring you had always been a pretty sight— the shimmering halo was only a little bonus this time.

But you wanted his horns to hold onto. “Just like that, Mams…doing so well, pretty boy.” Your hips rocked over his mouth, grinning down at him with gold flickering in your eyes.

He was all about giving now that the bangle had taken hold, which even before, Mammon always keened when you sat on his face and just used him.

The second born was moaning and whining and whimpering against your skin as his tongue lapped up everything he could, “Mmph- like this? ‘M I doing good, Mc?”

“Y-yeah, baby, fuck— so good…” you carded your fingers through Mammon’s hair, feeling him get more and more excited before you lifted up off his face.

And he was absolutely distraught with the lack of your taste, desperate cry leaving him as he tried to chase after you. “No, no, no! Mc, please, come back— wasn’t done, wanna taste you still, wanna make you feel good, please!”

The laugh you let out made him whine even louder, fingers gripping frantically at your thighs. It was like a switch flipped, magic being overtaken by his greed.

His eyes flickered gold like yours, a whiny growl escaping him. He forced you on your back within a second, mouth working at you even more desperately now as he held you down and took what he wanted— and he wanted to make you cum.

“Jus’ let me, please let me make you cum— you taste so good, Mc, I don’t wanna stop. Want you to scream my name and yank my hair, grip my horns, just give me more- more, more, more!”

†

A small shriek left Levi when you rammed against his prostate, hiccuped cries of your name following. His back arched, wings flaring out behind him, making you hit even deeper spots inside of him.

With his new attitude, he’d been letting everyone else spend time with you and he was finally feeling the built up envy creep along his spine, right beside the spikes of pleasure.

“Aww…look at you. So sweet for me, huh? Why so shy, Levi? Wasn’t this what you meant about strengthening connections?”

Garbled sounds left him, courtesy of your fingers stuffed in his mouth. His eyes rolled back, hands gripping at your hips desperately, though it wasn’t clear if he was pushing you away or pulling you closer.

“How am I gonna know I’m doing good if you don’t tell me, ‘vi? C’mon, sweet thing, tell me. Or do you not want me?”

It was like you asked the unthinkable. A loud whine left him and his tail returned, knocking the halo right off his head before it coiled around your abdomen.

“No! I want you, I want you so badly, please keep fucking me— don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Diamond shaped scales scattered across his body as the magic wore out.

You cooed, thrusting into him sharply, making his body lurch, “Good boy, Leviathan..”

†

“Fuck!” Satan cries out, fingers digging into his white wings to try and keep them from fluttering. His back arched almost painfully, loudly begging you to keep going.

“Oh, look at you…” the coos that left you made him flush red, giving you a great sense of satisfaction. This was the most he’d been riled up since putting that ridiculous bangle on.

Your thighs were burning at the unforgiving pace you were riding him at, beads of sweat splashing onto his skin, so you decided to change the game a little.

“Come on, Tannie, if you want it, work for it.” You settled your weight on top of him, ceasing your movements as you cockwarmed him instead.

A displeased growl comes from the back of his throat, eyes snapping open with a glowing green. “Mc, move! Please!”

Slowly, the halo above his head began to flicker and dim before it shattered, dissipating in the air. Another growl escaped him as his wings followed suit, tail lashing out like a whip.

“That’s it— c’mon-!” You gasped when he yanked you forwards, chest pressing against his as his tail locked you in place. The only sounds that could leave you now were broken moans as he fucked you almost viciously.

“You know how I feel about you fucking. teasing. me. Feels good doesn’t it? Yeah? Cause I’m not stopping. ‘M not stopping until I physically can’t fuck you anymore— fuck, I needed you.”

†

Unabashed moans echo off the walls of Asmo’s bathroom as the fifth born writhes under your touch. The sound of water sloshing makes his cheeks burn fiery red and the sound of you moaning back at him makes it even worse.

“W-wait! You d-don’t have to— oh!”

“Shh, Azzy…’m just taking care of you. You were so hard and aching…could see it even though you tried to hide under the water.”

The white feathers ruffled with pleasure (slowly shedded away and turning back), hips jerking frantically to chase the pleasure. The bangle’s magic was completely buried under how hot you made him feel and the feeling of you licking along the edges of his leathery wings increased it ten fold.

“Yes, Mc, like that— don’t stop, just like that, just like that!” Amso curled over on you, horns knocking against your shoulder as he cried out even louder.

You fisted his cock harder and swiped your thumb over the tip relentlessly, “Yeah? Made you feel so good, you corrupted yourself, huh? Pretty little Azzy…come on, cum.”

The squeal he let out cracked halfway through, broken cries of your name following like a mantra. His hand encased yours, making sure you didn’t stop jerking him off.

“K-keep going, don’t stop! Wanna cum for you again ‘n again, gotta make up for when I was giving you away to the others, please, please, let me cum again for you!”

†

“H-haaah…ah! M-Mc…what’re you..o-oh..doing?”

“You said it made you happier seeing others get to eat, so…” you hummed, licking your lips before digging your tongue back into the slit of his cock, “I’m just..enjoying my meal…”

Beel had always lost his cool when you went down on him, finding your mouth to be too good at pleasuring him. The growl he let out was something only a demon could make.

The glowing of the bangle did nothing to deter you— in fact, you only laughed and peered up at him with the red sin of gluttony swirling through your irises. With another hum, you enveloped his cock in your mouth and forced your head as far down as you could, swallowing around him.

He tried so hard to not buck into your mouth or grip at your head as the magic worked to keep his ravenous nature at bay, but…that’s just not who he was anymore.

“C’mon, Beelie…want you to cum in my mouth, I wanna taste you..pretty please? Let me have it…”

A low groan fell past his lips, hips finally jerking up and accidentally making you choke. A rushed apology was given as his fingers tangled in your hair and gently guided your head at a faster pace.

The beating of his insectual wings was rapid as he got closer, magic completely dissipating when he let out a sound akin to a small roar, grabbing at his own horns when he came.

Watching you pull away with visibly stuffed cheeks, slowly working on swallowing it all (though drops still ran down your chin) made a sharp pang shoot through him.

“Thank you…you always make me feel so good, Mc…but..now ‘m hungry. Let me return the favor..wanna taste you too.”

†

“A-are you sure…this is o-okay?” Belphie chokes out quietly, hands pressing down on your hips to keep you pinned to the bed with your knees bent to your sides.

Your fingers curl in the sheets, body lurching forward at each thrust, “yeah, ‘s okay— feels good, doesn’t it? You’re doing so good, Bel…”

The clipped whines and gasps that Belphie was making made his cheeks flair with an embarrassed flush; but you were right. It felt so. fucking. good. And he didn’t think he ever wanted to stop.

Through the pleasure, it was easy to ignore the glowing bangle on his wrist and the voice in the back of his head telling him that he should have more reservations- that he shouldn’t be doing this— that voice wasn’t even his. Belphie wanted this, he did!

As your hands stretched back to claw at his lower stomach, you moaned out his name and wiggled your hips, begging him to go faster.

“Please, Bel…know you can go f-faster than this, want you to fuck me— please, please, please! Don’t wan’ you to be an angel, want you to be my demon again-!”

Magic cracked in the air, sending the hair on the back of your neck rising before a familiar tail curled around your stomach and yanked your lower half higher up, forcing your chest further into the mattress.

The attic bed creaked with the force he slammed into you at, whines mixing with growls now; his horns pressed against your skin as he rested his forehead against your back, making it arch even more. “Yeah? You want me to fuck you senseless again? Couldn’t even go a couple days without having me play with you, fuck, you’re such a slut for me.”

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kpop-otome-yandere-here · 5 months

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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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dogpaw8 · 4 months

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Mi menso

Mammon-OM!

#dogpaw8 #artists on tumblr #obey me #obey me fanart #obey me mammon #mammon #om! mammon #pirates

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zephyrchama · 25 days

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Mammon stares down at his youngest brother snoozing away on your lap. Belphegor has made himself at home with your thigh as a makeshift pillow. It’s far from the first time this has happened, and very unlikely to be the last. Any more, he just walks over and does it, falling asleep within moments without even asking. He’ll wake up if you try to stand. As long as you can still study, read, or scroll your D.D.D., it’s usually not too bothersome and easier to let Belphegor do what he wants.

The scowl on Mammon’s face says otherwise. “Ya really gonna let him walk, err, sleep all over you like that? How many time’s he done that this week?” He tisks and stomps his foot, looming over you with crossed arms. “Belphie, wake your ass up! Yer big bro has a bone to pick with you!”

You feel a warm exhalation on your leg. Belphegor seems to be sighing, but doesn’t bother opening his eyes or acknowledging Mammon in any other way, much to the elder’s chagrin.

“Push him off!” Mammon insists.

“I’m flattered you think I’m strong enough to push a full grown demon off of me,” you admit, lightly ruffling Belphegor’s hair. “But, no. I’m not.”

“Don’t encourage ‘im!” Mammon grabs Belphegor by the collar.

At this provocation, the youngest curls an arm under your thigh and nudges his nose into the fabric of your clothes. He refuses to budge. “They don’t mind it, so just leave us alone.” Belphegor’s muffled voice sounds tired and annoyed.

“Belphie, let go! Ugh, use your pact!” Mammon literally growls. “Don’t coddle this jerk, you spoil him too much!”

“Don’t yell at me about it! I’m just sitting here!” you pout. ”And Belphie, watch where you’re grabbing.” It’s not your fault these guys go crazy over you. “Pact orders are painful for you guys, yeah? I don’t want to go through all that trouble. I’m still learning how to control the magic and it’s not worth it right now.”

“Hah? You kiddin’ me?” Mammon taps his foot and gnashes his teeth as Belphegor gives him the cold shoulder. “Fine then. Be that way.”

He goes to walk away, but abruptly turns back and returns. It’s evident when Mammon gets a new idea into his head. You can practically see the light bulb pop up over his head as he dons a cheeky grin.

“Spread your legs for me,” he demands.

“What?” Now you’re staring at him, disbelief etched into your features. You knew Mammon had the occasional lewd thought but even for him this was brazen. Maybe his brothers are right and he’s finally lost it.

“Spread your legs for the Great Mammon! C’mon!”

Belphegor snorts and turns his head ever so slightly, just enough to give his dumb older brother the evil eye. Mammon is tired of waiting and seizes his chance to yank your knees apart. By your own admission, you can’t fight the strength of a full grown demon.

“You’ve got two legs, there’s plenty a room for two demons here.” There isn’t exactly much space, but Mammon lays his head back on your thigh and grins up at you, bumping his noggin against Belphegor in the process.

Ah. You realize this was his goal and Mammon was just being too stubborn to come out and say it.

Your face grew hot. It felt weird to manspread with two doting demons on your legs. “You really could have phrased that better.”

“Whatddya mean?”

You sigh. “Think about it.”

Belphegor exhales again, probably laughing under his breath this time as he re-adjusts his arm to a cozier position.

Mammon is content just to admire you from below until he connects the dots, and a deep red blush spreads across his face. He turns, winding his arms around your back to better hide his face in the folds of your shirt.

He closes his eyes against you, his nose brushing against your side. “I don’ wanna think ‘bout anything. I work too hard, just lemme rest here a while.”

You allow it, ruffling his hair knowing full well you coddle both of them too much.

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whatever-fanfics · 5 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 🤯😱🤯

#obey me #om! reblog #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me mc #obey me leviathan #obey me beel #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #I feel like Barbatos would know about this but still #obey me mephisto #obey me raphael #obey me simeon #obey me thirteen #obey me shitpost

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syazrock · 6 months

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Satan celebrate his own birthday party

#obey me #fanart #obey me fanart #obey me!#obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me mammon #obey me! shall we date #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obeymebelphegor #obey me beelzebub #swd obey me #swd om

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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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treasureofmammon · 21 days

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Imagine...

Sleeping with Mammon in MC's single bed:

Just hugging, snuggling, cuddling each other because it's so small for both of you that being so close is the only option (which is why Mammon always suggests that you two sleep in your room). Kissing is present: a little kiss in your forehead, a hicky on his neck, another quick peck on the lips; while you two smile, eyes closed, besotted and drowsy. This kind of intimacy is precious.

✨️💖💛✨️💖💛✨️💖💛✨️💖💛✨️💖💛✨️💖💛✨️

Ps: I need a romantic partner to do this with.

[Notes: The character(s) depicted here belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. The text here was made by me: Treasure of Mammon, meaning these are fan-made. | GN!Reader | English is not my first language, so there might be orthographic and syntax errors. I urge you all to interact kindly with this post].

📌 Masterlist

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loveydovey-leviathan · 2 years

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> reposted from my personal blog: @mee-op

mammon x gn! reader

Surprisingly, you were alone (a rare case for you in this realm), and you decided to spend the time mindlessly scrolling through Devilgram— the only parts of your body working were your eyes and thumb.

You briefly wondered what everyone else was doing before ceasing the thought immediately. You didn't want to jinx yourself too early during this special time of yours.

But then you heard footsteps coming towards your room, and you wait for the inevitable bursting of your door along with the voice of "the Great Mammon" gracing you with his presence.

Only a few seconds pass before your door is slammed, and before you was Mammon; smug grin and all.

"You were bored without me weren't ya, MC? Don't worry, Your Mammon came to cure you of your boredom! Ya better be grateful!"

The usual. A dramatic entrance, praising himself for "rescuing" you and then inviting (read: forcing) you to hang out with him, usually in his room.

Except...

"My Mammon?"

"Yeah, human?"

You watched as the big grin on his face slowly morphed into one of realisation; face heating up so much you could practically feel it from the other side of your room.

"Y-Ya didn't hear anythin'!"

You chuckle, placing your phone facedown beside you. "Oh, really. I recall hearing a certain demon calling himself mine."

You honestly wished you had recorded it, especially with the way Mammon's reacting. Though you suppose he's always like this when you tease him.

It's not your fault his reactions are so cute.

"No, ya didn't!"

You mockingly pout at him, wanting to see if you can get him to call himself Your Mammon again.

"Aww, that's a shame. But My Demon does have a nice ring to it. I wonder if Levi would let me call him My-,"

"What?! No! Ya can't do that!" The look on his face suggests he didn't think before he talked. Not uncommon with him.

"Why not?"

"B-because-"

"Because?"

It's not long before he caves- but not before dramatically groaning.

"Because I'M yours! You can't call anyone else that, ya hear?"

You can't help it when you let out a laugh, and that only seems to make him even more embarrassed.

You finally calm down and decided that maybe you had enough of teasing Mammon. You didn't want him to leave, even if he could be loud and annoying.

But it's endearing to you when you realise— even if he did leave, he'd still come back for more.

"Alright, alright. I won't say it to anyone else. Happy? You're the only demon I need anyway, right?"

His eyes widened in— as if he didn't expect you to admit it. Or maybe it was something else. Whatever the reason, he quickly looked away- like he needed to momentarily collect himself before looking at you.

"Darn right I am," he mutters, but it's missing his usual bite.

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mee-op · 2 years

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mammon x reader

You briefly wondered what everyone else was doing before ceasing the thought immediately. You didn't want to jinx yourself too early during this special time of yours.

But then you heard footsteps coming towards your room, and you wait for the inevitable bursting of your door along with the voice of "the Great Mammon" gracing you with his presence.

Only a few seconds pass before your door is slammed, and before you was Mammon; smug grin and all.

"You were bored without me weren't ya, MC? Don't worry, Your Mammon came to cure you of your boredom! Ya better be grateful!"

The usual. A dramatic entrance, praising himself for "rescuing" you and then inviting (read: forcing) you to hang out with him, usually in his room.

Except...

"My Mammon?"

"Yeah, human?"

You watched as the big grin on his face slowly morphed into one of realisation; face heating up so much you could practically feel it from the other side of your room.

"Y-Ya didn't hear anythin'!"

You chuckle, placing your phone facedown beside you. "Oh, really. I recall hearing a certain demon calling himself mine."

You honestly wished you had recorded it, especially with the way Mammon's reacting. Though you suppose he's always like this when you tease him.

It's not your fault his reactions are so cute.

"No, ya didn't!"

You mockingly pout at him, wanting to see if you can get him to call himself Your Mammon again.

"Aww, that's a shame. But My Demon does have a nice ring to it. I wonder if Levi would let me call him My-,"

"What?! No! Ya can't do that!" The look on his face suggests he didn't think before he talked. Not uncommon with him.

"Why not?"

"B-because-"

"Because?"

It's not long before he caves- but not before dramatically groaning.

"Because I'M yours! You can't call anyone else that, ya hear?"

You can't help it when you let out a laugh, and that only seems to make him even more embarrassed.

You finally calm down and decided that maybe you had enough of teasing Mammon. You didn't want him to leave, even if he could be loud and annoying.

But it's endearing to you when you realise— even if he did leave, he'd still come back for more.

"Alright, alright. I won't say it to anyone else. Happy? You're the only demon I need anyway, right?"

"Darn right I am," he mutters, but it's missing his usual bite.

This was shitty. But I needed to write something with him calling himself 'Your Mammon'.

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