#Obey me! Mammon avatar of greed

[143-cupid]

Bruh I’ve been thinking about dad mammon for days 😭

He’d be so happy finding out his partner is pregnant, helping with mood swings and nightly 2am cravings with devilmart trips. He’d try so hard to not gamble as much to “try to set a good example.” But probably end up spending the rest of his money on baby things anyways.

And when the baby finally comes I can just see him crying for 2 hours holding his baby, blubbering how much he loves his kid and partner threw his tears.

Demon daddy. . . !

♡ Mammon’s version! ♡

♡.Obey me!

♡♡.SFW! Pregnancy, Fem!reader, angst?

♡ “…Realll funny baby and I just found a treasure map!” is what he said a few minutes ago. now? His arms are around you and his eyes sting from holding back tears, the stick test is on the floor and so is his magazine

♡ before the avatar of greed meet you, he thought kids were cute but a drag to take care of

♡ you know, with the amount of money to spend on supplies and the patience and you have to spend a lot of time supervising them and teaching them things and you have to gentle and thoughtful with them, he can do that but he doesn’t know for how long he can last

♡ yeah, he knows he babysat and took care of his brothers when they were small and he has the skills and knowledge and all but he won’t do it again

♡ babies are cute on paper and in pictures but a lot of work

♡ …but now he’s in love with the idea of raising a kid with you, the cutest kid that might exist even! With his good looks and your beautiful features? This kid is bound to be the next big model in all three worlds for sure!

♡ When your stomach grows and it’s clear there’s a bump, he gets all happy and proud but then nervous when he thinks of leaving you for long hours, what if you miss him and the baby gets sad? What if something happens?

♡ ….what? Didn’t you say the baby develops feelings and senses along that way? Yeahhh he was listening to you and your lessons on babies didn’t expect that, did ya?

♡ Okay okay he is half awake when you started to talk about money and baby items but! His ears perk up when you mentioned his gambling issues suddenly

♡ “..b-baby what?” He is scared and slightly confused

♡ what about his money habits?

♡ oh…alright. He might…he could get a job or two to help get extra cash and to help him spend less time at the casino

♡ the mood swings you get can spark a fight at times

♡ Mammon sleeps nude

♡ and cuddling with him like that and feeling a rise in his sleep did gross you out suddenly, it made you decide to sleep in your room for the rest of the night

♡ the next morning, he tries to ignore you (but he fails, terribly)

♡ another scenario: Once, he comes back a bit drunk and more than a bit late from flirting and staying after a shoot to drink, in hopes of getting another gig out of a secretary

♡ he can tell you’re mad and very tired, eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched

♡ he comes closer and tries to explain he didn’t do anything more than flirt and sugar his words but his slurring and hiccuping on words does not convince you

♡ your anger turns into fear, sooner or later, he might do more than flirt, touch maybe? …Kiss?

♡ Hot tears blur your vision and he panics, you begin to trip over your words, you tell him about the fears and thoughts that took over you while he was gone

♡ you love him but based on the past, you’re scared he’d do more than just sweeten his words to get jobs and appointments in the modeling industry

♡ after tears and kisses and hugs and words of reassurance, he drives you, in your pajamas, to your favorite place, he orders your go-to emotional relief meal all while holding your hand

♡ you have to tell him you’re not as mad as before and you really want to eat after crying so much so he lets go of your hand

♡ he doesn’t drive back to the house but parks near a cliff that shows a beautiful scenery of devildom

♡ he brings out a blanket and tells you it’s fine to sit on the roof of the car but he does hesitate to put his whole weight on it

♡ Murmured apologies and declares of his love for you were what you heard last before you fell asleep on his shoulder

♡ like Leviathan, he gains the habit of using Akuzon almost daily

♡ baby clothes and toys become his specialty, all trending and in fashion and some clothes match his too sooooo how can he not order?

♡ at some point, Mammon begins to hide the packages from Lucifer in order to avoid punishments for reckless money spending

♡ although it’s sweet he’s ecstatic but he does go overboard when it comes to shopping

♡ “Look! Look! These glasses have different sizes!”

♡ “I don’t care about the gender but we need to get these sneakers-”

♡ a week before your due date, he insists on getting you to a human hospital but Lucifer tells him it’s better to birth in devildom since the baby is incredibly mixed in genes

♡ in the hall outside your room, he has the urge to break in when he hears each scream and cry of pain and he would bust in the room if Beel wasn’t holding him tight

♡ “LET ME GO! …listen! Just Fucking listen Beel! hah I-I just want to see if they’re okay, I won’t mess up anything…please-”

♡ after a night and half a day without sleep, he can finally see you and the bundle of joy, his baby

♡ he almost fought the nurse who was “healing” the baby with magic when he walks in, again Beel had to hold him and apologize to the nurse, with little to no sleep, he doesn’t filter his actions or words

♡ Mammon pushes his brothers out of the room, desperately insisting on some alone time with his family

♡ he can’t form words when holds his baby, his warm and small and beautiful and slightly too soft baby, the letters choke him up before the tears could “oh mmmh- Fuck…s-sorry.”

♡ “I’m sorry, I know I promised to not curse but MCCC~ look-” “He’s so cute and small and is he supposed to be this quiet?” Mammon looks at you, tears gathering at his eyeslashes “That nurse didn’t hurt him? ‘Cause I will-” he pauses when the baby whines “…..oh…hello there~”

♡ “Am…am I really a father now? Like for real?” He laughs and rocks the baby in his arms “Does…does this mean you want to keep the baby with me? I want to! I can learn to be a good father…MC I love you so much, I do and I love this baby and will forever…thank you so much MC.”

♡ after you take a much deserved rest, you wake up to see Mammon sitting near the baby crib, his head rests on his hand that’s holding the handle and he looks the same as the night before, eyes puffy and clothes wrinkled

❧ © 143-cupid, 2022, all rights reserved. ☙

[kpop-otome-yandere-here]

Mc: Hey, dumb slut, get over here.

Mammon, sighing: Okay-

Asmo: I'm coming!

Mammon, confused: I thought... I was dumb slut...

[fleur-dans-la-nuit]

Mammon: Please, MC, after everything we’ve been through together. You can’t do this.

MC: I’m sorry Mammon...

Mammon, desperate: I’m begging you. Don’t do it.

MC: It has to be done…

Mammon, even more desperate: Please don’t do this…

MC: …

Mammon: …

MC: *Places +4* Uno.

[anintrovertedechoe]

no thoughts just hugging mammon with everything you have and crying into the nape of his neck while he hugs you just as tight, just as hard, just as desperately, but also so gently because he’s afraid he’ll break you with how delicate you are right now.

no thoughts just slumping against him after crying out everything left in you and falling asleep while he still holds onto you and kisses the crown of your head because he knows you won’t notice.

no thoughts just his heart breaking because if he had his way he would take your pain onto himself in a heartbeat but he can’t and that’s what hurts the most.

no thoughts just mammon staying with you like that the whole night and checking your pulse occasionally and feeling relieved at it’s presence because it means you’re still here with him.

no thoughts just falling asleep with your first man and having him treat you like you’re the most precious thing in all of the three realms.

no thoughts; just mammon being your rock like he always is.

[cowboyfatgum]

MC: *accidentally bumping into mammon and putting on a British accent* My fault original gangster

Mammon *also putting on a British accent* No, this cannot be forgiven, now empty the compartments of your pantaloons

MC: For what purpose?🥺

Mammon: And discard all of your footwear as well

MC: For what purpose?😭😭😭

[mellonyheart]

I love hc/fics where MC is a head case in some shape or form and Mammon just... rolls with it.

MC is an introvert worse than Levi? Mammon may complain once in a while but never forces MC into uncomfortable situations. At home movie dates. Camping in the garden. Pillow fort.

MC has Trauma™️? Mammon hides with MC and talks them through it. Mammon studies human psychology. Researches the problem.

Mammon is like MC's emotional support demon and that makes me so happy.

[marsvlog]

silly tee for mammon

[bryan-writes]

In the quiet of your arms Mammon x reader

Summary: Mammon has a nightmare where he loses you, and wakes up to find his bed empty— you come back and find him in a state of panic.

Nightmare, happy ending!, established relationship, hurt/lots of comfort, mentions of blood/death, soft mammon

Credit to @steddiecameraroll-graphics for the beautiful dividers :)

The nightmare clung to Mammon like a vice, tightening with every breath he took. Dark tendrils wrapped around his thoughts, choking the air from his lungs. But as hard as he tried, Mammon couldn’t break free.

He was running, always running— his breath ragged, his heart slamming against his ribs— but no matter how fast his legs moved, you were slipping further away. Y/N— his human, his everything— lay before him, broken. Blood stained the earth beneath you like spilled ink, dark and endless, as if it might swallow him whole.

“Stay with me!” His voice cracked, desperate and raw. He dropped to his knees beside you, trembling fingers brushing your skin, but your warmth was quickly fading— slipping between his fingers like sand. He could see it in your eyes, the light that you shone with was dimming.

You were leaving him.

A scream clawed its way out of his throat, but when he tried to hold you closer, his arms passed through empty air.

Mammon awoke, heart hammering, drenched in cold sweat.

The darkness of his room greeted him like a heavy shroud, suffocating and oppressive. He felt the remnants of the nightmare lingering, curling in the corners of his room. He sat up, panting, eyes wildly searching— but you weren’t there.

His bed was empty, his room silent.

A void opened inside of him, deep and gnawing, a primal fear clawing at his chest. His hands shook as he fumbled for his D.D.D., calling out your name into the silence, but the device slipped from his grip, clattering to the floor.

“No, no, no…” Panic rushed through him, an icy torrent sweeping him away. He stood, stumbled, nearly tripping over his own feet as he checked every inch of his room, heart slamming against his ribs, breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps.

The world was spinning, closing in, pressing against his chest until it hurt. He could still see you— broken and lifeless— when he closed his eyes. He couldn’t lose you.

Not you.

When you returned from your trip to the bathroom, the scene you found stole the breath from your lungs.

Mammon was on the floor, knees pulled up to his chest, hands gripping fistfuls of his hair as though trying to keep himself from unraveling completely. His golden eyes�� usually gleaming with mischief or arrogance— were wide and wild, filled with a terror you’d never seen before. The great Mammon, the Avatar of Greed, reduced to something fragile, something broken.

You knelt beside him, touch feather-light against his shaking form. “Mam’s… I’m here.”

He flinched at the sound of your voice, his breath catching in his throat. Slowly, he lifted his head, his gaze locking onto yours, searching your face in disbelief.

“You… you’re here,” he whispered, voice hoarse, as if he couldn’t quite trust his own eyes. His hand reached out, trembling, brushing against your cheek as though testing whether you were real, whether you would disappear the moment he blinked.

Tears finally broke through, rolling down his cheeks in heavy silence as he realized you were really there.

“You were gone—” His voice cracked, raw and vulnerable in a way he rarely let anyone see. “I-I couldn’t find ya… I thought—“ His words broke off into a choked sob, and he pulled you against him, holding you tightly, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

You wrapped your arms around him, grounding him in your warmth. You could feel the weight of his fear in the way his hands shook against your back, the way his breathing came in shallow, uneven bursts. You slowly stroked his hair, your fingers weaving through soft strands, whispering reassurances into the quiet. You tangled yourself into him on the ground, letting him press closer, as if the heat of your skin could melt away the lingering traces of his nightmare.

“I’m here, Mammon,” you whispered again, firmer this time, “I’m not going anywhere.”

His breathing slowed, but the trembling didn’t stop entirely. You could feel his heartbeat, frantic and uneven, as if he was still trapped in that dark dream. You stayed still, holding him even closer, letting him find solace in the steady rhythm of your heart. Your fingers kept brushing through his hair, over his back, each touch a promise: I’m with you.

Minutes seemed to stretch into an eternity, the room so silent that your breathing seemed to echo. Gradually, the chaos in Mammon began to ebb. His grip on you loosened, just enough to be able to look at you— really look at you. He studied you like you were a lifeline, his gaze tracing every soft curve of your face, every shimmer of warmth in your eyes, every rise and fall of your chest.

“You’re… really here,” he murmured, disbelief and awe threading through his voice. “I thought I lost ya..”

“You’ll never lose me,” you replied, fingers brushing through his hair slowly, soothingly. “I promise, I’m right here. And I always will be.”

The softness of your voice, the certainty of your words, seemed to chip away at the last of his fear. He closed his eyes, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours. “Ya don’t get it,” he whispered, voice barely audible. “I… I can’t lose ya. I don’t know what I’d do without ya.

Your heart swelled at his confession. Gently, you cupped his face, guiding him to look at you again. “You won’t,” you said, each word a promise sealed with the warmth in your gaze. “I’m here, and I’m staying.”

He leaned into your touch, hands slipping from your waist to tangle with yours, fingers intertwining as if he were holding onto something sacred. He breathed out slowly, the last traces of his fear fading with each exhale.

For a moment, neither of you moved, time slowing as you remained wrapped up in each other. The storm in his heart has passed, and all that was left was you— steady, constant, and real.

You pressed a kiss to his forehead, soft and lingering, and he closed his eyes at the feel of your lips against his skin. “Mams,” you whispered softly, your voice warm as a summer breeze, “I adore you.”

He opened his eyes, the golden warmth in them softening as he gazed at you. Slowly, he lifted his hand to cradle your face, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek. “I adore everythin’ about ya,” he murmured, voice quiet but filled with a sincerity that made your heart flutter. “And I’m never letting’ ya go.”

You smiled, leaning into his touch, and before you knew it, his lips brushed against yours— a kiss that was gentle, tentative, and full of unspoken promises. He kissed you as though you were the most precious thing in his world, a reverence in the way he held you close.

The kiss lingered, soft and slow, before he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours.

Time seemed to melt away, the two of you wrapped in each other's presence, his fears now just a distant echo. You rested your head against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breaths, the warmth that now filled the room.

For that moment, you were safe.

And you knew that, as long as you had each other, you always would be.

[meyobe]

Pretty privilege… no MC privilege.

Lucifer

MC can boss him around however they wish or desire.

He may have a hard exterior but deep down anything MC suggest or implies he will follow.

MC is have trouble with a certain noble? He’s already talking to Diavolo.

MC likes a certain dish for dinner? He makes it every time it’s his turn to cook.

MC is being bullied by a lower demon? That demon is never to be seen from again.

There is never a second thought when to comes to provide a happy MC.

He will spend the rest of his life devoted to MC and ensuring they are never unhappy for a second.

If anyone dare to cross the line, there will be no god or being for them to pray to.

Mammon

MC is able to pull him away from anything he might be doing.

As MC first man he will never be too busy.

You want to rant to him while he’s in the shower? He’s pulling his head out the curtain to show his listening.

You want him to open a pickle jar for you while he’s on the run from Lucifer? He’s the fastest brother for a reason.

You’re being overwhelmed at RAD? Hes making sure you get escorted home immediately, no matter the consequences for ditching.

He made a promise to you and himself that he will show you his worthy of calling himself your first man.

There is no force that can stop him proving himself, to show that his isn’t a scummy demon or a loser but your protector. Protecting your heart day by day.

Leviathan

MC can depend on him no Matter what.

He is not the most dependable brother, but that’s to be noted he knows he’s brother can handle themselves.

But even knowing MC is more then capable, he still find himself helping them out of sticky situations.

He’s your one and true friend remember?

MC missed a sale because they overslept? He stood up all night tp buy you 10 copies.

MC needs a 80% on a test to be able to go out on the weekend? He’ll hacking into the system and up your grade 100%.

MC is in a trouble for sneaking out? MC was with him all night.

He finds the need to show that he can be of use.

No matter how bad a situation may be he will take MC side.

He will show everyone that he is the greatest friend to his dear Henry.

A/n: i just got my nails done and it’s a pain to type without messing up. 😥

Pt 2 is up now!!!!!!!

Part 3 is up!!!!!!

[lovable-psychopath]

I cry every time I remember that the reason Mammon is constantly in debt, broke, and has a bad relationship with witches is because the little girl he saved is being taken care of by witches and are using her as blackmail to take advantage of him, thus causing him to fall into this constant cycle.

And we (the MC) learns about this and Mammon tells us not to tell anyone. And when Levi over hears he doesn’t even believe it, only cementing the fact that Mammon purposefully is keeping this hidden because he knows no one will believe him.

Y’all Mammon is basically a Father to this girl but those witches used and trapped him.

[antiomnia]

Mammon ✧

hi. I'm on Bluesky too, now that Twitter/X was shutdown in Brazil.

follow me: drawanyssa.bsky.social

[ghibaby]

LOOK WHAT I JUST FOUND ON THE INTERNET AGHH!!??!!💕💕

I can officially die happy now. Just wanted y'all to experience happiness with me too. You're welcome.

Extra just in case.

[obeymefictionwriting]

Texts Brothers & Dateables Send You [Part 7]

Lucifer: That was the last time you saw me in the maid costume. No more exceptions.

Mammon: If Diavolo asks, I have NO idea where dat old vase is, ‘kay?

Leviathan: Should I grow a beard maybe? TALK TO ME MC I’M BORED 💀

Satan: Of course I’ll take you to that bookshop, sweet girl. I swear you are cuter than a cat.

Asmodeus: Helloooo spa day today! P.S. don’t take your swimsuit, it’s the one with “100% naked” policy 🥰

Beelzebub: Can I take you out tonight? Our team won a match and I want to celebrate with you.

Belphegor: Come back. Now. I don’t mind you drooling on me and I promise I won’t laugh again 😈

Solomon: Yes, I know magic tricks. Ask nicely and I’ll show you 😏

Diavolo: Do trees get sad when the leaves fall off??

Barbatos: MC, sorry for the question but it bothers me a bit. I overhear you referring to me as a “snack”. Do humans really feast on demons or am I misinterpreting something?

Simeon: I feel like going out and looking for inspiration in the wild. Care for a picnic?

Luke: MC, i tried singing to a plant today! I’ll let you know when it blooms!

[anintrovertedechoe]

mc crawls over to mammons bed in the middle of the night after lesson sixteen. they seek comfort in him and he gives it wholeheartedly and tenderly.

they reach the bed and he doesn’t even ask, he just lifts the covers and wraps them in his arms.

the nightmares can’t get them this way; their first man will protect them.

[love-fictional-ppl]

Pegging Mammon

Summary: headcanons for pegging Mammoney

Pairings: sub!Mammon x dom!Afab!MC

Warnings: language, smut, pegging, lots of anal play, handjobs, sex positions, overstimulation, color system, premature ejaculation, cum eating, etc.

A/N: ignore the gif I just love the way he looks in this😭😭 also sry if this is shit this was written on my phone.

I’m going to start this by saying, you had to beggggg mammon. He would never be caught dead asking you or giving in so easily to being pegged, I mean he’s the Great Mammon.

You probably only got him to agree by making a bet, he lost obviously.

There was lots of complaining up until the final act, so much so that you actually asked him a couple times if he wanted to stop. Mammon’s response was prolly sum like this, “No! Wai- I mean- pfft! Only if you want to stop, human.”

Once you lubed him up and inserted a finger, he became putty in your hands. This is the way to get them noises.

Once you stretched him to fit three fingers and he came you lubed up your strap on

The cock would hopefully be perfect size for Mam. It was 6.5 inches, a decent girth, and a dark purple. The straps were slightly uncomfortable but not too much.

First time you’re probably in missionary, feeling more intimate that way and allowing Mammon to see your face. After the first time, feel free to explore more positions. Mammon would probably wind up liking doggy and lotus.

The greed demon clung to you once you prodded his entrance with the fake cock. Once you were inside of him you stilled to let him adjust.

“What color are you?” You asked.

“Green!” Mammon’s eyes were shut tight.

Mammon the entire time stayed at green, much to your relief.

You started with slow shallow thrusts, working your way up to a pace you both liked. You eventually found your rhythm, your hips rocked into each other at a steady pace.

Mammon came quick without warning, strings of cum shot onto the both of yours’ stomachs and onto his chest.

Mammon had tears falling from pleasure, he was fucked dumb. The white haired boy kept babbling nonsense.

All you could respond to his babble with was, “I know, baby.”

You tried to pull out but Mammon wrapped his legs around your waist locking you in place.

You gave in and continued fucking Mammon, his eyes were rolled back, tears and drool running down his face, cum covering his abdomen, all while being drilled into. Mammon was a fucked out mess.

Your hips were meeting with such force, you could feel and hear the vibrations of the bed frame hitting the wall. You felt bad for Satan whose room was on the other side of the wall.

You wrapped your hand around Mammons painfully hard, leaking erection. You jerked him off at the same spread you were fucked him, movement in sync.

Mammon stiffened and bit your shoulder, cumming again. Your hand was covered in cum, you put your ring and middle finger up to Mammon’s mouth offering him to taste himself.

Mams quickly complied and sucked on your fingers greedily, licking your fingers clean of his essence. When you pulled back your fingers, he opened his mouth to show you he swallowed everything.

“Good boy,” you praised him.

Mammon smiled at your praise, he grinded his ass back against you, wanting to go another round. You denied Mammon what he wanted, also seeing the exhaustion evident in his face.

Long story short Mammon enjoyed getting ass fucked and would do it again.

Btw Satan was pissed.

A/N: sorry for any spelling errors, Not Proofread! Ending was rushed cs I didn’t know what to add😭

[fleur-dans-la-nuit]

MC: Do you take constructive criticism?

Mammon: No, only cash or credit.