#Obey Me Mammon x MC

[zephyrchama]

🙌

You spotted Mammon coming down the hallway at much the same time he caught sight of you approaching from the opposite direction. The two of you exchanged head nods of acknowledgement. As he got closer, you raised a hand, inviting the Avatar of Greed to a glorious high five.

Once he was within range, Mammon lifted his hand and went in for the slap. Before skin contact was made, you quickly thrust your hand down into a pocket. The look on his face was one of confusion. You would deprive your first man of a high five?

"Too slow!" you shrugged. The Avatar of Greed stopped to rubberneck as you kept moving forward without a backward glance. His palm felt cold.

The situation repeated itself again one week later. You had interacted with Mammon many times since your little prank and he hadn't brought it up even once. You doubt he forgot about it, but figured that Mammon could be surprisingly mature about silly little jokes. You should have known better.

"Hey!" he called, gesturing with one of the many high five variations you taught him. He held his hand straight up in the air as you approached each other. "Up high!"

You were going to have to jump, but it was a challenge you would accept. If you sped up a little, you could build momentum until the time was right and reach the ideal height for a really cool high five. The thought made you excited.

A foot away from Mammon, you went for it. You bent your knees, launching yourself into the air with as much force as you could muster. Mammon put his hand down and stepped back with the cockiest smirk on his face. Everything suddenly felt like it was in slow motion.

Betrayal took over your heart. With no goal to hit, you tilted forward, your feet at the wrong angle to properly land. Your shoes skidded against the floor as you took several failed steps and slid right into Mammon's arms, bumping your noggin against his chest.

He grasped the small of your back before you could escape. The rings on his hands pressed into your uniform and he boasted, "Hah! Too slow! Looks like you're comin' with me."

[opiopal]

sometimes I think abt the fact that mams basically got marco’d,

now for those of you who don’t know what Star vs the forces of evil is or simply doesn’t know what im on abt, marco is assigned with hanging around star because he’s “the safe kid” and will make sure she doesn’t get hurt and all that stuff. and Marco straight up hates that it’s his reputation.

and this literally happened to mams, he doesn’t want to do this! Why should he have to babysit this human?? This is completely unfair and disrespectful to his title at one of the seven overlords of- he quickly scoots mc closer to him as a group of athletes barrel through the hall- anyways, where was he??? Oh yeah, this is just disgraceful!! Why would his brother set him up for this crap!? Is this some sort of new punishment or what?? Wait did he find out about the- he quickly shoots a glare towards a group of students staring at mc like they’re steak, which causes them all to scurry off. Ugh he should just let this human get eaten or something!! Maybe that would show his brother to not do this to him again- he catches a crumpled up piece of paper being thrown at mc’s head and shouts at the attacker immediately.

like you can’t convince me that he doesn’t have some sort of like, older brother sixth sense. And I just know he remembers how much it sucked being new there after the fall and stuff, and deep down in his gut he knows that he doesn’t really want this human to experience that as well, ontop of trying to not be eaten ofc. But he’s OBVIOUSLY only doing this bc his brother told him to, even after they fork a pact, there’s no way he actually enjoys them and wants to make sure they’re safe and all that junk!

[sorcererkiller]

just read the "brothers under a pact" chat about asmo inviting mc (and mammon) to do a fashion show in his room, and now im thinking about mc trying on the sluttiest little fit asmo could find in the perfect color. asmo watching both mc and mammon get flustered, stepping up behind mc and running his hands all over mc's body, showing it off to mammon and groping handfuls just to watch the bulge in mammon's pants grow. asmo pounding mc's hole from behind while mc leans forward to kiss mammon into a needy mess, hands in his hair, saliva stringing across their lips when they briefly gasp for air. and the slick dark patch between mammon's legs glistening when his cock creams in his pants.

[abbeevee]

He wants to be all cute and kiss it but backs out last second and fucking bites mcs finger instead.

"Mammons pact mark this mammons pact mark that" YOU'RE ALL WRONG. ITS LITTLE AND HARD TO SEE AND ITS WRAPPED AROUND MCS LEFT RING FINGER LIKE A WEDDING RING.

[slutifer]

Lucifer: mc, you can’t just say “spit in my mouth” when one of us does something you deem attractive

mc: but why not??

Mammon: yeah it’s just saliva, what’s the problem??

Satan: did you know that saliva is almost entirely water? only 0.5 percent of it is anything else, but that tiny portion is full of useful enzymes-proteins that speed up chemical reactions-

Lucifer: stop-

Satan: among these are amylase and ptyalin, which begin to break down sugars in carbohydrates while they are still in our mouths. if we chew a starchy food like bread or potato for a bit longer than normal, we will soon notice a sweetness. unfortunately, bacteria in our mouths like that sweetness, too-

Lucifer: STOP-

Satan: they devour the liberated sugars and excrete acids, which drill through human teeth and give them cavities. other enzymes, notably lysozyme-which was discovered by human scientist alexander fleming before he stumbled onto penicillin-attack many invading pathogens, but not the ones that cause tooth decay, alas.

Satan: …

Lucifer: …

mc: …

mc: spit in my mouth

Lucifer: MC

[meowsgirldrawing]

Many Kisses~ (PolyAU! Obey me!)

Note: I got no excuse for the last one, the demons just love their human too much <3 (And MC is just loving life)

[temis-de-leon]

Pick me girls and OM! Brothers - Part 1

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon and Levi (x reader, separately)

Part 2 - Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie (x reader, separately)

Part 3 - Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon (x reader, separately)

Masterlist

CW: pick me girl behavior, suggestive, mentions of sex between the brothers and mc, mentions of violence, a bit of magic, mentions of cheating (not actual cheating), mammon and mc taking a shower together, jealous mc, some fluff, some hurt, some comfort, kinda ooc but i had so much fun with this

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Lucifer

Wherever you went, rumor followed. Haven't you heard? The mighty Lord of Pride has a significant other. Who could it be? Maybe the prince or his butler? Both of them? Or perhaps it was just some random demon? Surely not the human... right?

"Of course not!" said the witch, surrounded by both curious and jealous nobles.

You weren't in the balcony, but you could still hear the conversation in your spot near the open door. You could also hear the gasps and the murmurs. It was ridiculous.

What to do next? You could interrupt the gossip and make your relationship public; after all, it was only a matter of time before someone spotted you both in Ristorante Six or an empty hallway in RAD.

Ignoring them was the better option, however. No words sounded aggressive and yet polite enough to get the witch to shut up without making a scene. Plus, Lucifer was looking exquisitely fine that night. His wings did wonders to his appearance.

"Then who?" the voices asked while you walked away towards your boyfriend.

"Well, I wasn't supposed to say anything..."

Oh no she did not.

"But we're just so in love"

I'll be damned, you thought. She did.

The wrath you felt was primal and it provoked a worried glance from Satan, who was chatting with one of his many contacts in the other side of the ballroom.

You wanted to make an entrance, a dramatic one, but you could only watch as the witch talked and talked about her supposed first date with Lucifer, their first kiss, their first time, his performance in bed (which... No. She was so wrong about that one).

Finally, you opened your mouth.

"You don't say?"

But that wasn't your voice.

Beside you stood Lucifer in all his glory, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes and a hand hugging your waist. The floor trembled under your feet as he walked and, if it wasn't for his tight grip, the magic induced vertigo would've send you to the ground.

You could tell he was trying not to harm you too much, but the group in the balcony wasn't so lucky. All of them were on their knees and some even coughing blood.

"Do tell all your stories tonight, by dawn you'll have no tongue to keep lying"

The witch had tears in her eyes, too focused on her own pain to be aware of her surroundings or his words. Was he being serious? You wanted to ask what would really happen to that woman, but Lucifer was always two steps ahead.

He cradled your face and kissed you, slowly yet firm. His cold skin felt good against yours, already blushing under his half lidded eyes.

"Dance with me?" he asked, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb.

Damn, did he know how to distract you.

Mammon

"You're dating the Great Mammon!" he'd said with his characteristic smile, both of you eating ramen in your bed while watching bad romcoms "That's something to be stoked about! You need to tell everyone about it!"

Of course, that translated to: please, please, please, I need people to know that I bagged YOU and YOU chose ME.

So, there you were, chatting with his makeup stylist and some other models while he posed in front of the camera. It was better than you expected, actually. You thought the fashion world in the Devildom would be full of self righteous assholes and insufferable divas, but you couldn't be more wrong.

Well, of course, there's always an exception.

There was a demoness in the other side of the studio, taking selfies with a pout in her lips and a fake, nauseating, innocence in her expression. She looked toxic from a mile away.

And yet, your boyfriend dated her for three months; three long and excruciating months, yes, but still. They'd dated.

And you were cool with that. So so cool with that. You were chill. A freezer, even. You loved Mammon and everyone and their mother could tell Mammon loved you. Everything was fine.

Except... well...

It was easy to forget the brothers were famous and popular bachelors, princes of hell, that, just like in every human monarchy, had fans to spare. People that would support them no matter what they did and no matter who they dated and people that would hate everyone they dated because... You don't really know why.

You just had some haters.

And this bitch was taking advantage of this, you knew it in your heart.

Rumors of Mammon cheating on you with one of his model coworkers had been there since the beginning of your relationship. It was something you just had to live with, one of the reasons the Avatar of Greed doted on you with everything he had.

Mammon loved you.

So why did you panick so much when he stood up in the underwear he was advertising, getting ready for the next picture, and the demoness took a selfie of her lips with his half naked body behind her?

"That whore" whispered another model behind you. You liked them.

But it was okay, you didn't mind. No, really. You didn't.

Except you did.

And so did Mammon.

"Oi!"

Everyone looked at him and you could swear his demon form was starting to show, blending with his siluette in blurred edges.

"Delete that"

She could've laughed at him, like everyone tended to do. She could've ignored him and tempt fate, but it was not a wise idea.

There was static in the air, black mist barely clouding your vision and a faint voice whispering in the back of your brain. The sound of feathers filled the room and soon crows started to surround the studio outside the window.

After a couple of sickening minutes, a loud pop settled the place back to normal and caused the birds to fly away.

The demoness gasped, letting her DDD fall to the ground like it burned her. Looking at her smoking hands, it probably did.

After that, everyone acted like nothing happened. You, however? Your whole body was buzzing, leaving you paralyzed with feelings you needed to explore in the future and making Mammon look at you with a knowing smile.

"...sick of those rumors..." he'd say hours later while he washed your hair in the shower "and you dumbass humans believe everything you see, even if it's stupid"

He'd wait until you were both in bed, ruminating about every little thing that happened back there before talking again.

"Because it's stupid, you know? I'd never cheat on ya. The Great Mammon would never do that to you. I mean, I'd never to that anyway, but specially not to you. Keep that in mind, human! You catched the best demon of all hell! Lucky you!"

Lucky me, he wanted to say instead.

You understood him anyways.

Leviathan

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu sent you a message!

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You stared at the screen and the screen stared back at you.

Reading the user name physically hurt you and you'd lie if you said you weren't worried about it. Did you trust Levi? Yes, absolutely. Did you trust f3istyk1ttenuwu? Not really, no.

So (this time voluntarily), you opened the gates of hell.

It was the Devildom version of Discord, which was worrying enough, and the user's pfp showed a cute pinked hair girl with dainty horns and half of her boobs out.

With a frown and your heartbeat in your throat, you opened the chatroom.

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: r u lone?

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: did ur frend leef?

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: their a party pooper

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: didnt let u join the grp

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: :(

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: leviachsn?

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Oh, heeeeell no.

First of all, it was leviachAn. Second, YOU were the only one who could call him THAT.

Ignoring the voice of reason, you checked the door before investigating the previous messages. Levi was in your room, retrieving your nightwear as punishment for not letting you win in Devil Kart YET AGAIN, so, knowing how flustered he got everytime he saw you in the Ruri Chan's inspired piyamas he got you for your birthday, you were sure you had another couple of minutes alone in his room.

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: thx 4 sving me !!

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: we shld team more

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: were zo good 2gether

wEre Zo gOoD 2gETheR

You couldn't help but mock her in the privacy of your mind. Did she think writing like a 10 year old was attractive? If so, what the fuck?

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: call? brke my pc & cn't fix it alone \(-o-)/

"Call a fucking tech" you whispered to yourself.

"Henry?"

Fuck.

You turned around like a deer in headlights. Levi's cheeks still wore a furious red, but he remained quiet at the door when he saw you snooping through his private conversations.

Fuck it, you thought after some uncomfortable seconds. If someone could understand jealousy, it would be him.

"Who's this girl?"

Levi frowned and got closer to you, leaning over your shoulder to see his computer, probably giving you the closeness he'd crave if he was in your place.

"Oh, I don't know" his final answer disappointed you "Some girl the others wanted in the party"

But why was she talking to him like that?

"And why is she talking to you like that?"

He shrugged his shoulders, knowing that both of you knew the answer. Then, he straightened like he had an epiphany, and looked at you with shining eyes and a smile too big for his face.

"Are you jealous, MC?"

Levi jumped in happiness before you could say anything, unable to truly express how happy he was upon his sin affecting you.

"My Henry is jealous!! Because of a yucky disgusting otaku like me!! This reminds me of that anime: 'Help?! My crush snooped through my pc and now they're jealous because someone else is flirting with me??'"

It was obvious by now you had nothing to worry about, so you let him be. You let him appreciate how much you loved him.

In the end, you had to shower his face in kisses to shut him up and, for great measure, you also changed into that extra large Ruri Chan t-shirt in front of him.

Hours later, both of you were sweating in the comfort of his bathtub and Levi was completely sure you fell asleep.

And if you saw how he offered himself to fix this girl's computer only to hack her camera and post her real face all around the internet, no you didn't.

Tagging them lovely people: @hello-gloomy @the-sassiest-toaster @hero-nii-blog @yourlocalyin

Hope you like it!

[bluewolfangel01]

-Spoiler Warning for lesson 16 of og game-

Newly made headcanon that Mammon will check Mc's pulse mainly via their neck, when he has a nightmare about, he sleeping with, or he's hugging them (really just anytime he needs reassurance that Mc's alive or okay)

This happens after lesson 16 of course cause his brain chemistry has forever been altered since then.

Mc knows he does this, and very much allows him to do so.

[tsukii0002]

Mammon: Mc, this year for my birthday I want you to tell me how much you love me and all the things you love me for *clearly nervous*.

Mc: Are you sure that's what you want?

Mammon: Yep.

Mc: Okey, suit yourself.

Mc: *reading a list that reaches the floor and extends more than a metre* And remember that time you came all dishevelled for pick up a little yellow flower to give me, because you said you knew I missed the human world? Well, at that moment I restrained myself from breaking your ribs in a hug.

Mammon: *completely red, covering his face*

Mc: And that time-

Asmo: Mc we've been here for two hours, I don't know how much longer Mammon will last!!!!

Levi: He's literally steaming out of his head lol.

Mc: Well it's what I wanted so I'll fulfill it, Where was I? Ah yes, when you did such a thing and my idea was to google how to marry a demon immediately.

Satan: I think this is going to kill him.

Beel: *content* But he'll be happy for a long time.

Belphie: *annoyed* And bragging for a long time.

Lucifer: *holds back a grin*

Mc: You also unlocked a whole new level of tolerance in me, because if someone else did some of the things you do, honey, I'd break their legs...

Happy birthday Mammon!! 💛

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[mammonsrockstargf]

whenever i get mams as a surprise guest i always just ruffle his hair three times and it always works. 💀

Mammon plops down on the sofa, promptly crossing his arms over his chest and huffing. You look up from your homework, blinking at him. When Mammon doesn’t say anything, but simply just huffs again, you scoff and poke him with your foot that’s already propped up on the sofa.

“Why are you mad?”

Mammon glares at you slightly, before his resolve melts and and his disgruntled face morphs into a pout.

“Everyone is mean to me,” he replies. You set your homework down on the sofa table and spread your legs so he can crawl between them. He immediately does, wrapping his arms around you and putting his head on your chest. You giggle, threading your fingers through his hair. Mammon hums, sinking into your embrace.

“Wanna talk about it?” you ask as Mammon’s eyes slip closed and he nudges closer to you. (As if it’s possible. You sometimes wonder if Mammon would morph himself with you if he had the ability. You think he might. At least one of your arms or so.)

“Not really,” he mumbles, but something akin to a whine leaves him when you pull your hands out of his hair. “Don’t stop, please,” he grumbles and you don’t even try to fight the grin on your face as you continue to run your fingers through his hair.

“I just wanna lay here with my human for a while.”

masterlist | divider by cafekitsune

[obae-me]

Thinking about what would happen if MC started to play this little joke with Mammon. They would ask, "Grimm for a kiss?" And he would sprint over and kiss them, taking the money out of their hand at the same time.

An adorable little inside joke that started off innocently between the two of them.

But now he can't look at money without suddenly thinking of the feeling of their lips against his. He can't pay for anything without immediately thinking of them, of where they are, and if he should get them a matching pair of what he's getting.

Anytime he passes a coin on the streets, he pauses. He used to pick them up and call himself one lucky demon. But nowadays, he almost passes them by, instantly brought to memories of his beloved human and feeling that he would only be luckier if they were by his side at that very moment.

For every transaction he makes, he subconsciously tallies it down in his brain, making sure he gets what he's owed when he's with MC again, completely forgetting the fact that it started out with them owing HIM. But does it even matter anymore?

Just cute Mammon things.

[zephyrchama]

“This isn’t what I had in mind.” You hesitated to even stand on the rocky shore.

“Whaat? C’mon! Humans love swimming!” Mammon was not going to give up after driving you all the way out here. He tugged on your wrist, hoping you would follow. “Try it!”

“I’m good. I think I’ll stay here. Mammon, go have fun and I’ll watch.” You didn’t even want to sit down. It was enough to stand in place and watch the lake.

“What’s a matter with it, huh?”

“It’s too hot,” Satan stated matter-of-factly.

“Butt out! Nobody asked you.” Mammon kicked a cloud of gravel and stones towards his smart alecky brother, who just shrugged. “Why’d you even tag along anyway?”

A vein above Satan's eye twitched. “You came into my room, interrupted us, and dragged them away. Of course I was going to follow.”

Mammon dismissed Satan with a wave of his hand and shifted his focus back to you. “So the temperature, that's really it? Don’ worry, you’ll get used to it in no time!”

“It is too hot, yeah. I’ll die,” you responded.

“Quit bein’ dramatic.”

“Mammon. I’ll die.”

The lake was gorgeous, with views like you had never seen before. Truly breathtaking scenery that you never dreamed of witnessing in person. Shame that it was a lake of magma.

“Just dip your toes in. Do somethin’ fun.”

The message clearly wasn’t getting through. You exchanged glances with a sympathetic Satan while Mammon took charge, splashing into the lake with exaggerated fervor. “Woo! Yeah, this is it! You two, get over here!”

Satan took a few steps forward and let the slow-moving waves ooze over his toes.

You were content to stand your ground. Heat seeped through the bottom of your shoes. While things were shallow at the shore, this volcano was pretty tall and you were all rather close to its peak. The magma in this crater must go down deep.

“How is your swimsuit okay?” you suddenly called out over the bubbling gases.

Mammon managed to hear you from some distance away. He stopped splashing around and began floating on his back. “Whaddya mean?”

You gestured at his shorts. “Wouldn’t those burn up?”

Mammon gazed at the clouds and let the lava push him back towards shore.

Satan was able to provide a satisfactory explanation. “They’re imbued with our magic. If we took them off and threw them in, the residual magic would first burn up over several minutes and then the fabric would catch fire. Want to see?”

You considered it. This science experiment sounded better than swimming in a billion-degree sea, but then somebody would be lacking pants for the drive back home. “That’s okay.”

[opiopal]

imagine a clumsy mc,

and not like the cute quirky “oops! Ehehe!” type of clumsy, but actually legitimately clumsy.

if they get distracted while walking they’ll fall and absolutely eat it or bump into the wall, they’ll under estimate turns and ram their shoulder into walls. actual butter fingers, they don’t even trust themselves with a lot of items, if you hand them something they’ll have someone else hold it, if no one is available they’ll slowly get more and more anxious the longer they don’t drop it, until something throws off their balance or it’s taken back from them, so as a result they INSIST that no one ever hands them anything. Whenever they pick up a pencil or their phone it takes a few tries because their hand keeps missing or it falls right back out of their a hand.

So I could imagine mams having to be the person that is handed stuff the most often- not saying as in he’s not clumsy himself, but he’s less so then Mc, so that’s a start. the first time Mc is handed ANYTHING by any of the other brothers, they immediately look around and basically shove it into mams chest. At first it catches him off guard cause WOAH. OK. AGGRESSIVE MUCH??? But later on sees how whenever mc holds something it becomes a lot more.. breakable all of a sudden, so he doesn’t mind it as much, and infact moves to take said items from them often. Also he probably has to make sure they don’t run into walls often, grabbing their arm, hand, shoulder, hip, anything he can to yank them away from the row of lockers or random support pillar. Which sometimes could also lead to them falling into him instead and then both toppling over, though his the effort and thought that counts</3

[skyeconch]

MC : Only geniuses are able say these four words quickly.

MC : Eye. Yam. Stew. Peed.

Satan, reading his book : No one is going to fall for that—

Mammon, way too proudly : IAMSTUPID—

Satan : ..except for Mammon.

[squeakyducky]

Seriously what's with MC always landing on top of Satan 😆

SURE lemme sit on your lap mammon 🤭

[thoughts-rambles]

Mammon tries, he tries so hard. You'd never know with the way he keeps up his façade. "The loud boisterous idiot," a part he plays perfectly, one that he can hide his emotions and failures behind. But he tries so hard, and he hopes you see it- he knows you do.

There are those few times his eyes meet yours after a particularly kind stunt, covering for one of his brothers, giving away his time, etc., and all you do is smile at him, the corners of your eyes crinkling. Memories like those he treasures. But he knows you've seen him try, like really try, and he still can't tell whether he should be embarrassed or ecstatic.

He remembers that first time when you found him "asleep" at the coffee table in his room, how you calmly put all the papers he had been studying back into a neat stack and draped a blanket over him before quietly exiting. He held his breath the entire time, hoping you wouldn't hear his rapid heart rate. He felt so vulnerable. He was supposed to be alone all night so of course he'd study, he didn't want to be an idiot of course. Mammon had assumed you'd wake him up, get mad that he was slacking off, but you saw how hard he was working didn't you? You saw a side if him not even his brothers saw: a tired, hard-working, genuine side of him. Those late night studies were supposed to be a private thing of his, and yet he wouldn't trade that moment for anything in the three realms.

You loved him for the idiot he was, and you saw how hard he worked, so he'd keep giving it his all.