#obey me mammon avatar of greed

[nerdy-talks]

[mammss]

AHHHHH THE MAMMON LORE THAT WAS NEEDED AHHHHHHH

i'm glad we got this early in the first game all we ever saw was mammon being the clown of sorts and rarely showing his soft side for like 2 seconds the inadequacy he feels and the way he didn't put up with the discrimination him and the brothers faced was so real MAMMON BABY YOU ARE ENOUGH I WANT TO SEE MORE OF THIS AND I WANT MORE OF MC SUPPORTING HIM

[renomonarch5058]

👀👀👀👀👀

Mammon has a electrocution kink confirmed??

[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.

[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.

[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?😭😭😭

[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.

[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!

[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!!!!!!

[nerdy-talks]

Me :

[insufferable-bastardz]

Never wanted to hug mammon so badly in all this time I've been playing on as I did with this scene 💔😭

AHHHHH THE MAMMON LORE THAT WAS NEEDED AHHHHHHH

i'm glad we got this early in the first game all we ever saw was mammon being the clown of sorts and rarely showing his soft side for like 2 seconds the inadequacy he feels and the way he didn't put up with the discrimination him and the brothers faced was so real MAMMON BABY YOU ARE ENOUGH I WANT TO SEE MORE OF THIS AND I WANT MORE OF MC SUPPORTING HIM

[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.

[anintrovertedechoe]

just played through the mammon date card. what if i die.

in the date event it’s established that the two of you are already dating (or at least romantically involved) and,,,holy SHIT???

he becomes SO much less shy and bashful about things i asked him to make out out and this was his response:

like he’s so much more chill about flirty things and even reciprocates (“…just remember—you started this.” HELLO???) and the way he still hasn’t changed at all and is still your bestest friend in the entire world at the end of the day. im in love actually.

there’s a few other things too that made me giggle and kick my feet (lmk if you guys want screenshots or like a screen recording of the date or something) but overall it just made me realize like,,,that’s my boyfriend guys. my man forreal.

also his voice lines are SO soft??? he sounds,,,SO cute???

the cuddling voicelines???? the one where he tells you to “c’mere”?????

what if i die what if i die what if i die what if i-

going to kill myself right now so i can see him in the devildom holy SHIT.

mammon ilu. never change please.

[antiomnia]

Mammon ✧

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