#Nightbringer Mammon

[rktksmdrm]

mammon & mammon

[devildomditzy]

Wincing, you continue to wrap the mess of bandages around your damaged hand. Sure, you weren’t new to teleportation, and you can't even begin to count the times where Solomon failed to remind you to “stick the landing”, but you’re not sure if teleportation through time played by the same rules.

You’re lucky. Mammon caught you before you could hit the ground, because of course he does. Hell, just last week he caught you before you could trip your clumsy ass down the stairs in the hallway. Even in non threatening situations, his intuition to protect you over all else shone through his tough guy façade.

You instantly clung to him, because well, it’s him. Once you both landed, you leaned into his embrace. Though by now you were used to random cases of danger invading your daily life in the Devildom, plummeting from the sky unexpectedly is still enough to shake you up.

You let out a stuttering breath.

“Thanks, Mammon. I have absolutely no idea how I teleported up there. Maybe I don’t have as good a grip on my sorcery as I thought.”

You look up at him with a small smile, the one you know drives him crazy.

He returns it with a blank stare.

“How’d ya know my name?”

Something was clearly wrong.

“Not to be facetious, but I could heal that for you, you know. You could heal that for you.”

You glare up from your spot on the bed to make eye contact with Solomon.

“Gee, thanks for the reminder.”

His lips purse together in a thin line in a valiant attempt to hold back his laughter as he steps closer to you.

“You’ve got to admit, though unexpected, this turn of events is quite humorous, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, sure. I’m thousands of years in the past, my friends and boyfriend don’t recognize me, and I’ve only got you to keep me company. Hilarious.”

His lips upturn in a devious smirk. You hate that smirk.

“Aw, is it so bad to have to live with me? We’ve got all of Cocytus Hall to ourselves. I could wake up everyday and cook breakfast-"

“Please don’t.”

“We can divide up the chores, it’ll be like we’re newlyweds.”

Your wrapping halts so that you could look up at the pain in your ass. You need to ensure he sees the way you scrunch up your face in disgust.

“If I wasn’t in so much pain I’d slap you, but I won’t, consider it a favor.”

You continue wrapping the roll around your palm tightly, just like Mammon had taught you, as he did once before, right after you’d just met. A moment you remembered fondly, one of the first times that he hinted that he might see you as more than a friend. Even if he had a weird way of showing it. The thought makes you smile.

“Well, can we consider it a favor that I followed you all the way out here to ensure your wellbeing?”

You roll your eyes so hard he could probably hear them moving in your skull.

“Oh please, it’s you we’re talking about. There has to be some ulterior motive.”

He seems to pretend to ponder for a bit before tilting his head to the side.

“Ah, was I really that obvious?”

“Of course you were. 'Solomon the Wise' is anything but subtle,” you say, jeering his silly little nickname in a mocking tone.

A small chuckle shakes his head. “Well, I do really want to keep you safe, and return us back to our time with minimal temporal damage, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested to see what this time period had in store.”

You stop once again to give him a confused side eye. “Didn’t you already live this time period?”

His eyes seem to look a little far off, as they typically do when he’s lost in thought. “It was so long ago, I truly don’t remember much of it.”

“Hmm,” you hum finishing up the last of the wrapping and securing it in place. You attempt to flex your hand to the best of your ability. You swear you heard a pop. Your eyes begin to well up.

“Why aren’t you letting either of us heal you again?”, he questions after seeing your pained expression.

“I told you," you frown looking down at your sorry excuse for first aid. "I need a reminder that this isn’t some convoluted dream, or one of Levi’s weird games.”

“The fact that the brothers don’t remember you isn’t reminder enough?”

You know he’s joking, but Solomon always finds a way to get right under your skin in the worst way.

The tears that once threatened to bubble over begin to fall silently, streaking your face as you purposefully avoid eye contact.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it, truly.”

You’re both quite for a moment. Surprisingly, the air in the room isn't awkward. It's just... solemn.

He breaks the silence first.

“I know how hard this must be for you, considering how close you all are. To be honest, I'm kind of jealous. So many people care for you so fiercely across all realms.”

You sniffle, wiping your face with the back of your hand.

“You didn’t see the way he looked at me, Sol. It was like I was nothing to him. He didn't even look at me like that the day I met him. ”

He sits down beside you on the bed, pulling an arm around you, allowing you to collapse into him.

“He only looked at you like that because here he doesn’t know you yet. In case you've forgotten, you weren’t exactly born yet,” he teases.

He gets a small chuckle out of you with that one.

As you calm down, you begin to really reflect on what you know, and what he’s told you so far.

“Wait, you mentioned temporal damage before. What did you mean by that?”

“That’s a tricky one. to explain. But I guess to put it in layman's terms; You cannot, no matter what happens, tell anyone that you and I are from the future. Doing so could have dire consequences.”

“Like, it could change how things happened in our time?”

“Precisely.”

“And doing so would cause-”

“Temporal damage, yes.”

You give a dejected sigh. “Doesn’t even matter if I tell them anyway, they’d never believe me.”

“On the off chance that any of them do, or you convince them of the fact, our original timeline could fall apart.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning you might never get to go back to the brothers you know today.”

You can’t hide the worry that flashes on your face, even if it was just for a second. You’re the two most powerful sorcerers the world has seen for a very long time, and yet you feel so powerless.

“I-I can’t really feel them anymore. Their pacts, I mean. They’re so faint. B-But, it worked on Satan! So they have to still be in tact, right?”

Solomon smiles at the little glimmer of hope lighting up your face.

“Yes, it’s true that you haven’t formed your pacts yet in this time period, but you’re still the same you from the present. The invisible bonds you share between yourself and the brothers are still connected.”

“How is that even possible?”

“MC," he sighs, trying to figure out the best way to explain. " You didn’t die in our timeline. You didn’t leave, you didn’t cast any spells or trigger any curse. You were just gone. There only thing I could trace was this slight time distortion, so I went off the only lead I had. I’m glad I did.”

“I’m glad too, or I’m afraid I would be dead by now.”

“If I didn’t go after you, I’d be dead by now too”, he laughs, “The brothers aren’t too forgiving when it comes to you.”

The notion fills you stomach with a warm feeling. A warm, thick, bittersweet feeling.

You still have the boys, but they don’t know you yet.

You still have your magic, but not nearly as strong.

You’re not alone, but neither of you have any inkling on how to get back.

Meanwhile in a place in time thousands of years from where you sit now, seven panicked demons are tearing their realm apart high and low to try to find any trace of you.

[mawwart]

Oh yeah. That’s the good stuff

[mehkers]

Talking To The Moon

Inspired by the song “Talking to the Moon” by Bruno Mars. Enjoy the angst ;)

Contents: Mammon from Obey Me, altered song lyrics, angst with no comfort, mc death, bittersweet, mammon x reader (romantic or platonic or whatever else)

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“Hey.. Are you still there?”

His voice rang out into the calm expanse of the everlasting streams of purples and blues painting the sky of the Devildom. His white hair glimmered brighter than the stars he gazed upon.

“I know yer there, arentcha? With that silly look of yours.”

A small chuckle escaped his quivering lips. The usual confidence he donned was slowly pealed away piece by piece as he stood. Usually seen around one of his brothers, now alone in the vast expanse of the void filled with regret and grief.

“Where are ya?”

A pause; a moment of silence. The electric yellow and chill blue of his eyes sparkled and glistened with an endless river desperately being contained.

“Ya told me that humans believed that they became stars when they died. What a load of bull… hic… Yer stupid, ya know? A fool! And I was an even bigger one..”

The dam broke, and so the river transformed into a spectacular waterfall.

“I know you’re somewhere out there. Just.. come back to me, please. You’re all I had.”

The tanned demon sat on the grass, and continued to look at the stars, hoping that he’d find you, continuing to shine amongst the blanket of stars.

[legglesspotato]

Lucifer agere!

I apologize everyone, I lost all motivation to write randomly. I figured out that the only way I can write is if it’s the dead of night because I wrote this WHOLE THING literally right before I went to bed ;-;, I did some touch-ups in the morning though…

I’ve been anxious to post something like this because agere is really personal to me and whatnot…

This is 100% SFW DO. NOT. SEXUALIZE THIS!

Word count: 601 (not sure if that’s good or not?)

Comfort (from Mammon)

Proofread but know I’m not the most grammatically sound person

If you like this, I’ll make more agere of the brothers and possibly even a part 2 of this! I’m proud of myself and really like this! I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as me!

-Lucifer Is doing paperwork like always, but becomes super stressed due to having an irritating argument with Mammon earlier in the day. Mammon, for some reason, had the ‘brilliant’ idea of spending all the money he had earned on the casino. Lucifer never understood his younger brothers thought process and never thought he would.

-Suddenly, he feels a little strange and looks down at his work, realizing the words and numbers becoming jumbled. The stacks seem to grow as his heart starts to pound when he does something he rarely did before… Lucifer feel streaks of tears pouring down his face and breaks down into tears. His cries turn into screams as the world suddenly warps into something more terrifying than before… Lucifer has never felt like this in his thousands of years of living. His brain feels weird as his normally advanced mind can no longer form a coherent thought, feeling things his regressed brain cannot form words for.

-Abruptly the door to Lucifer’s secret study opens to reveal Mammon with a raised eyebrow, staring at Lucifer. When Lucifer sees Mammon he starts to cry louder, he has no idea why but he wants- no- needs Mammons attention.

-“Lucifer are ya’ ok?!” Mammon inquires, rubbing his eyes, Mammon was in the kitchen looking for a midnight snack

-Lucifer only responds by crying louder and making grabby hands at Mammon

-Mammon fully steps into Lucifer’s office and walks around his desk, staring down at him

-Lucifer immediately embraces Mammon and buries his head into his mid-abdomen “M-Mammon..” his voice muffled by Mammons pajama shirt

-Mammon doesn’t move, it is extremely rare for Lucifer to ask his brothers with help when he’s stressed, much less let them see him break down. Mammon rubs soothing circles into Lucifer’s back and tries to sooth him, “Shhh… it’s ok big bro… The Great Mammons’ got ya’ now..”

-After a few minutes of the silent hugging Lucifer pulls away, rubs his eyes, and yawns “mmm… Mammon, I’m sleepy!”

-At that moment Mammon wanted to respond with “Tch.. ‘course ya’ are.. you’ve been pullin’ all-nighters the whole week!” But… Mammon could clearly see that Lucifer was in no state to be scolded so… instead he gives a light giggle and responds, “Alright… let me help lead ya’ to bed..”

-Mammon helps Lucifer up, out of his office chair and holds his hand as he leads the way. Lucifer’s regressed state caused Lucifer to walk differently than normal. Where he would normally stride with pride, he was now waddling clumsily almost falling down a few times.

-Mammon wasn’t sure what happened or what was going on with Lucifer, but he knew he was going to support him no matter what even in this extremely vulnerable state.

-Mammon was somewhat nervous about having Lucifer climb up the stairs and have him make it to the second floor, he wasn’t sure if Lucifer would be able to handle them in this state.

-Mammon continued to hold Lucifer’s hand, encouraging him with each step, “yer doin’ great Lucifer, great job!” Mammons encouragement definitely seem to work as Lucifer seemed to be more and more confident with each step.

-The both of them finally make it to Lucifer’s room. Mammon continues to walk Lucifer to his bed and tucks him in. Mammon kisses Lucifer on his forehead after pulling the blankets to his neck. Mammon whispers in his ear, “G’night Lucifer… I love you big bro..”

-Lucifer responds with a tired, “I love you too mams”

-Mammon quietly shut Lucifer’s door with a small smile and walks back to his room.

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[loweya-blog]

Mammon Steals MC (Spoilers for Lesson 22)

(If Mammon managed to snatch MC in lesson 22)

"You're mine! MIIIINE!"

The words echoed in your head as you suddenly felt the demon wrap his arms around you, holding you and squeezing the life out of you. He'd been too fast for Beel or others to block. And even now you only had a few seconds to register what was going on before he unfurled his black wings and took off into the sky. You could hear the desperate calls and shouts of the other brothers as Mammon flew off through an open window in the library, escaping into the night.

The brothers, terrified that Mammon would end up hurting you, did the only thing they could think of. They ran to find Lucifer.

(Meanwhile)

Flying through the Devildom sky should have been fun, even pleasant but with Mammon's arms crushing you, it was hard to find such enjoyment. His nails were digging into your flesh, he wouldn't give you any room to squirm away from him. With his greed consuming him, all he could think about was making sure nobody touched his treasure!

"Mammon!" You shouted his name.

He couldn't hear you anymore. Instead he gritted his teeth as he searched for a place to hide you away. HOL wasn't safe and neither was that hall where Solomon lived. Then it hit him. The Devildom forest had plenty of caves and was difficult to track people down in. He turned and soared towards the forest.

When he arrived in the forest, he found a large cave and dragged you in. He kept pulling you deeper and deeper, then eventually carrying you since he didn't even trust you to walk. You both reached the deepest darkest part of the cave and only then did he relax.

Sort of.

He wrapped his arms and wings around you tightly, not even caring that he might be hurting you.

"Mine."

Mammon continued to mutter your name and "mine" over and over again as greed continued to consume him. You could barely breath under his crushing strength. His golden blue eyes were piercing as he just kept looking at you, like you'd vanish at any moment.

After an hour or two, Lucifer and the brothers finally found the both of you. Mammon hissed at them the second they came into view, raising his wings and ready to attack at any moment to protect his precious treasure. Lucifer had Beel hold Mammon back while he knocked Mammon out. Then they had Simeon, who was quick to join the search, heal up the injuries caused by Mammon.

[lancermylove]

Wiki How To: Text Tempt Him (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: All x fem!Reader (minus Solomon, Luke)

Warning: N.SFW

Prompt: MC comes across an interesting article and uses it against her boyfriend.

A/N: I was researching topics for HCs and came across an article that I had to use against the Nightbringer characters since they're a little more innocent compared to the OM characters. 😂 The ideas for the texts come directly from this article.

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Prologue:

You were browsing the internet trying to find a step-by-step recipe on how to make a cake, but on your browsing journey, you came across an eyebrow-raising article.

How to Make a Guy Horn.y Over Text.

As you read through the article, your lips curled into a devious smile. What a perfect chance to tease your new boyfriend. You quickly opened his messages and texted him.

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"Oh, Lucifer. You. Me. 🍆👌 Now."

When he received your text, he was in a meeting with Diavolo, Barbatos, and his brothers. For a good minute, he started at your cryptic text.

Eggplant? Okay? Were you planning to cook for him and wanted to know if he liked eggplants? If so, why would you add in you, me, and now?

"Long...hole...," he mumbled under his breath. Ding. Ding. Ding. His eyes widened, and he slammed his phone, facing down, on the wooden table. The room went dead silent, and all eyes moved to him.

Lucifer cleared his throat and apologized but failed to hide his red cheeks. Why would you send him such a text, especially during the daytime?

He had a hard time concentrating on the meeting and a harder time not imagining getting intimate with you.

“Know what I’m imagining right now? Me riding you…🤠"

Mammon was bored out of his mind listening to Barbatos lecturing some of his younger brothers. So when he saw your name on his lock screen, he smiled and opened your message. He almost let out a laugh but pressed his fingers to his lips.

"Did ya mean you and me goin' on a ride? You can't ride me...I'm not a car or bike. 🤣"

You giggled at his innocent reply. "You don't need to be a car or bike for me to ride you. If we are connected somewhere, I can ride you. 😜 Look up woman riding man if you don't believe me."

Mammon raised an eyebrow and did exactly what you recommended, not taking his surrounding into consideration. He yelped and quickly turned off his phone screen.

"Mammon...is there something you would like to add in? Rather, is there anything amusing on your phone that you would like to show us?" Barbatos was not pleased to be interrupted, but Mammon swiftly shook his head and held onto his phone tighter.

He felt tortured. The explicit pictures turned him on, and Mammon couldn't stop imagining you riding him. The bulge in his pants was growing bigger, but it didn't look like Barbatos would stop lecturing them anytime soon.

Couldn't you have waited until nighttime to send him that message?

“Hi Levi~. Last night was incredible. You’re so good with your hands, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it…😳”

He smiled at your text and nodded while typing, "I play games a lot, so I am good with my hands."

"Are you now? Wanna show me just how good you are? 😏"

You weren't talking about him playing video games, were you? Rather than reply to your message, Levi wondered what you were trying to say.

He decided to look up the meaning and nearly screamed. With a steaming red face, he grabbed his phone and messaged you, "I DIDN'T MEAN IT THAT WAY! I MEAN'T I AM GOOD WITH GAMES."

"I am sure you are good with OTHER things too."

"N-No. I AM NOT!"

"Guess we will have to find out."

"W-Wait...what does that mean? (Y/n)? What does that mean?"

"I am coming over, and you're going to answer my question. Actually, no. You are going to show me.😘"

Levi was at a loss. Were you and him...really going to...? But he doesn't know anything about it!

When you opened the door to his room, Levi was passed out on the floor with a nosebleed. He took your joke too seriously.

"Hey Satan. Wanna come over? You✌️👅. I 🍆👅."

Satan saw your cryptic message and got excited. Solving puzzles was one of his favorite passtimes, but if this was a puzzle why were you asking him to come over?

The tongue emoji meant you are hungry...so you wanted him to cook something for you? Maybe something with an eggplant? Then you wanted to lick his fingers after he cooked for you? Weird.

"(Y/n). Meet me in the kitchen. I will make a meal with an eggplant, but I don't prefer you lick my fingers after I am done."

You couldn't stop laughing. Cook and lick his fingers? "Satan, are you sure that's what I meant? Try again.😏 Since I feel generous, I will give you a hint - find a human anatomy book and compare them to the emojis."

Satan raised an eyebrow at the anatomy book part and concluded that it would be much easier to come to talk to you in person.

Right as he was about to knock on your door, Satan's jaw dropped. It finally clicked. You were not talking about eggplants or cooking.

Before he could run away, you opened the door and pulled him inside with the help of his boa.

"You can't run from me now, Satan..." were the last words he heard before being swallowed by the darkness in your room.

“Asmo! I had the HOTTEST dream about you last night. It’s all I can think about now. 🥵”

Asmo blushed when he saw your message but was surprised you were leading him on. Did you forget he was the Avatar of Lust? Sending him these kinds of messages was "dangerous".

"What a coincidence! I had a dream about us last night too. We were in my room, our bodies were sparkling with perspiration, our breathing was ragged, sweet moans escaped our lips, and we were so close, I could feel the heat on your skin radiation onto mine."

Your jaw hit the floor. You were only teasing him, but he actually had dreams about the two of you getting intimate?

The thought of you and Asmo in an embrace as he filled you and moaned your name in your ears made you feel hot and bothered...until you saw his next message.

"I was teaching you how to do yoga, and you were struggling. ���"

“Beel, I am hungry for your🍆. Come to my room.💋”

Beel's eyes widened, and he ran out of his room and straight out the front door of the House of Lamentation.

Half an hour later, you heard someone repeatedly hitting the tip of their shoe on your bedroom door. When you opened the door, you found Beel carrying a load of eggplants in his arms.

"Beel? What is this?"

"Eggplants...that's what they are called, right?" He smiled proudly, "You must be really hungry...I am sorry for taking so long..."

"You sighed and let out a laugh. "That's not what I was...you know what... never mind. Want to help me cook some eggplant dishes?"

Beel grinned and nodded. His innocence was endearing, but maybe you could teach him later tonight what you meant in your text message.

“Belphie...I’ve got a ton of blankets and it’s still freezing. Should I put clothes on too?"

Belphie sleepily stared at his phone screen. What kind of a message was this? Was he just too sleepy to make sense of it?

"Maybe you are cold because you are not wearing clothes? Considered that?"

He shook his head, set his phone aside, and closed his eyes. Wait. Belphie's eyes snapped open - why were you telling him you weren't wearing any clothes? That's not something a woman readily shares with a man, right?

He rolled onto his stomach and buried his face in his pillow. Now, he can't stop imagining what you look like without clothes. Maybe he should visit you and find out.

“I have a confession: I want you. Like, right now.”

Diavolo smiled at your text and innocently replied, "I want you too."

You were taken aback by his bold reply. Did he actually mean what he said or...does he mean something else?

"So, Diav. You want me to come over, or are you going to come over?"

"Come over. Barbatos is watching me, and I can't sneak out of the castle."

Barbatos? He couldn't be serious, right? "Wait, you want to do it with Barbatos watching? 😲"

"Why does it matter if Barbatos is around? Do you not like him?"

You didn't know whether to laugh or get upset. "You have no idea what I am talking about, do you?"

When the conversation abruptly ended, Diavolo tried to call you but panicked when you didn't pick up. He could ask Barbatos for help, but the butler would get upset if he found out the prince was messing around instead of working.

So, Diavolo did the next best thing - he sulked all day, thinking he messed up and you were mad at him.

“Hello Barbatos. If you were in a room with me, some whipped cream, and nothing else, what would you do?”

The butler nearly dropped his knife at your boldness. What were you hoping to accomplish by asking him this question?

"I would take the whipped cream to the kitchen as it is a delicate product and will spoil if not refrigerated."

That's not what you were expecting. What a boring response.

"Oh..."

Barbatos chuckled at your reply. The joke was on you. He knew exactly what you meant, but two can play the teasing game.

He set his phone on the kitchen counter and stared at the whipped cream in front of him. If he was in a room with you and whipped cream, he would undress you, make a dessert out of you, and savor each bite of the dessert.

"Simeon, if we were alone in a room right now, and I give you permission to touch me anywhere I want, where would you touch me? 🫦"

The angel smiled at your message but his eyebrows furrowed at the lips. Why were you sending him a biting lip emoji? Brushing it aside, he took his time typing the reply.

"I would"

"touch"

"your"

Excited for the last word, you gripped your phone harder, crossed your legs tighter, and held onto your breath.

"Hair"

The excitement drained out of your body all at once, and you felt like a deflated balloon. Then again, what else were you expecting from a resident of the Celestial Realm?

"Oh...okay."

Your response bothered Simeon, but why did it feel like the temperature in the room increased suddenly? The more he stared at the lip emoji, the more he realized your question might not be as innocent as he made it out to be. Were you perhaps trying to tempt an angel?

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[avatar-mikazuki]

He's perfect

I love him

[rktksmdrm]

sketches of mammon and levi being ENORMOUS in their demon forms aaand little mc

[devildomditzy]

The most Mammon-coded TikTok just dropped

[shinyyanon]

i wonder if anyone has done this yet

[cooler-ian]

Mc, over phone: Okay, what time do you wanna come over?

Mammon: I'm two minutes away and I'm sprinting towards your house, I'll be there in a minute!

Mc: What?

Mammon, from outside their window: What?

[pro-mammonologist]

I will drop to my hands and knees and kiss the floor the developers of the game walk on just for a crumb jUST A CRUMB of him being openly cocky about his relationship with MC. No tsundere just him like “y’all are just mad cuz Mc hopped on my dick first and not yours??? Guess where they’re at now????????? With me.”

I just want him to be an ASSHOLE. Absolutely aGGRAVATING. And SMUG AS HELL.

“Oh and my dick is the only one they hop on. 👹”

[liujiami]

I love uuu mammonnnn ♡♡♡♡

[mellonyheart]

A Future of Cooperation - A Fallen Prince

Okay, two things:

1. Is this or is this not the idea behind Diavolo's dream as he described it back in og OM? Particularly if you include the end of S3 when the brothers officially ask Diavolo if there is way to not send MC back anymore?

2. *melting, screaming, crying, kicking my legs, rolling on the floor* I thought I was an adult so why is a boy from a video game making me feel this way?!?!

[legglesspotato]

What is your prediction for season 3 of Obey Me! Nightbringer?

Warning!: Spoilers

I’m sorry it’s late and I can’t think of any more options at the moment 😔 remember to check back tomorrow to see if you were right!