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Obey Me || Its Always Raining Now || Mammon x Reader

Mammon x Reader [Obey Me]

Summary: After your death, the members of the House of Lamentation are all falling apart-- especially Mammon.

!! Warning: mentions of death, eating, a lot of angst throughout the chapter, possible swearing idk, mentions of cancer, poor mental health, grieving, mentions of sex, mentions of events from ch. 16, etc. !!

Author's Note:

i didnt proofread this FORGET YOU oKAY

i had to write this so you have to read it and don't say i didn't warn you when i say that this is pretty fucking awful

also sidenote i feel like ive seen the first line somewhere so im sorry LOL i cant remember it was just echoing in my head when i started this

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The brothers never knew how much and how loud a demon could cry until after you died.

Before you, all Mammon was seen as was a man of greed and grimm. Although that continued even after the two of you got together, he felt like for once in his life, he didn't have to deal with things alone anymore. He felt so warm and cozy whenever he was with you. He felt so safe and secure.

But then, you died.

Death is inevitable. Memento Mori, as they say.

The thought scared you, sure, but at one time you just grew to accept it. As time went on, you found it less and less scary. You never wanted to leave Mammon, but sooner or later you were going to have to deal with it whether you wanted to or not.

And for a time, that seemed fine. It was a topic left unmentioned, and the two of you never seemed to talk about it ever since you had that breakdown about your mortality and how it would affect your relationship with Mammon. He held it together for that night, but it destroyed him inside ever since. It was like a virus that had been born ever since the realization of your humanity and the average human lifespan hit him.

That virus was destroying him now.

Unlike the scientists in the human world, who were looking for cures for cancer and researching effective vaccines against the latest global pandemic, Mammon had to deal with this entirely on his own and had spent no time preparing for it.

This felt like the millionth night in a row that he spent sobbing and hugging a pillow that had one of your jackets on it. It smelled both like you and Mammon's agony. His crying echoed throughout the House of Lamentation, which haunted all of the other inhabitants at night. His brothers knew he needed comfort, but he also needed time alone to grieve.

They also needed healing, themselves.

Leviathan unsurprisingly became even more of a shut-in than before, if that was even possible. He became more antisocial, more unwilling to let anyone else in. He became more cold and self-critical. No one was here to tell him to stop, anymore. Even if there was, it wasn't the same. No one could ever match up to how close you and him were, and he never wanted that to change. He never wanted to risk it, even though there was no risk. No one could come into his room anymore-- not even Diavolo, or Simeon, or any of his brothers. He buried himself in his video games and sometimes trapped himself in them on purpose.

Satan trapped himself in his books. He seldom left the library or his room, which got even more cluttered with books. His room, at this point, looked like a forest. He goes out to pet cats when his eyes can't focus on the words on the pages anymore. Sometimes he just sits there, staring numbingly at the cat. His emotions are so overwhelming, so frustrating, so heartbreaking, so suffocating. It feels like he's always drowning.

Asmodeus kept focusing on his looks, but he never brought anyone home to the House of Lamentation. Not when it was like this. Not when people could destroy the only memories he had of you. Getting ready for bed or school seemed so much lonelier. His Devilgram posts could never be as perfect as the ones with you in them. No matter how hot his baths were, they were always too cold without you. His world was dull now, and not even sex made it as lively as his memories of you.

Beelzebub's appetite would never change, of course. At the end of the day, the brothers would always succumb to their sins-- but Beelzebub ate alone most of the time after your death. When Mammon was hit with overwhelming grief and stopped eating as much, Beelzebub knew he could never fight his hunger or the impulses he got to steal off his brother's plates. They needed to eat and care for themselves, but Beelzebub felt like he was in the way of that. Every game he won was for you. His team never faced another loss after you left.

Belphegor just slept more. It was the only thing he had to cling onto when you left, because at least then you'd be in his dreams. You could never do that in real life anymore. You could never nap with him the way you used to, but at least if he uses enough pillows, he could try to trick himself into believing you were there like Mammon did with your jacket. He'd stick himself in the attic other times and let his guilt eat away at him for not spending more time with you. For not being more selfish with you. For trying to kill you, and now you couldn't be there to comfort him anymore. His memories felt like they were almost slipping away, and it became easier to blame himself.

Lucifer rarely had time to grieve when all of his brothers were falling apart. He was falling apart inside too, but he knew he had to be there to help pick up the pieces, no matter how shattered he was. He tried so hard to prepare himself for your death, but most times he was barely able to keep himself from crying. His pride couldn't protect him from the aftermath of your death, and neither could his work for Diavolo. It all could only distract him for so long.

Lucifer knocked on his door gently before walking and making his way to the bed. Sitting on the edge, alongside Mammon, he put his hand gently on his brother's shoulder and began rubbing his arm and back while the man sobbed again.

It felt like such a simple concept when you said it out loud, but experiencing it was so much more different than anyone could've anticipated. It broke people in ways that could no longer be patched together.

"I-It..." Mammon said between sobs, "It hurts... I don't w-want to hurt a-anymore, Lucifer... Please- Please make it- please make it stop."

"I know," He hummed. "I'm here."

When was the last time Mammon said he loved you? When was the last time he told you he loved you more than anything else in the world? When was the last time he told you how beautiful he thought you were?

He could barely remember. All he remembered was how fucking stupid he acted. How he pushed you away so much. How he hurt you. How he got too embarrassed to do the things he always wanted to do and the things you always wanted to hear.

More brothers crept in, one by one. They couldn't take the crying anymore. They couldn't stand by and not do anything while they were all hurting alone. They joined the brothers on the bed and sobbed with Mammon next to Lucifer, who cried silently. They looked like a pile of broken mirrors with all the pieces mixing together in the middle.

It was always raining in the House of Lamentation, now.

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PLEASSE SEDUCE ME THE OTOME FANS WYA !?!?

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not to alarm anyone but is anybody else worried about how everybody is fucking stupid

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Hey<333 I was wondering how Sam would react to a very cuddly MC? Can be a fic or headcanons!

Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy these headcanons:))

Definitely something Sam has to get used to

He’s not used to physical affection at all

Because of this, when cuddling, he’s pretty tense originally

Is easily flustered at first, especially with simple displays of affection such as back hugs, linking arms, etc. He’ll blush, freeze up, and not know how to react

But once he’s comfortable, he loves all the physical affection (even if he feigns annoyance)

It makes him feel wanted and like someone worth loving knowing someone wants to be physically close to him

Will never reject an opportunity to cuddle, no matter how often it is, he’s always down

Is kind of intense when cuddling, will hold the mc close and not want to let go. He loves holding his s/o in his arms

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Astarion + my favourite expressions from the character creator

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“not all men” you’re right - mammon, the second born avatar of greed, would never do this to me

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Dark Photographs || Obey Me x Reader -- Part One [Lucifer]

TW!!! Please read the warnings before proceeding.

A/N: HELLOOOOO sorry for the delay, ive been super busy with all of these classes, I havent been able to work on dark photographs. I WAS IN SIX COLLEGE CLASSES AHHHHHHHHHH also haha what if i opened up my tips..................... would you guys.... wanna... um... 

ANYWAY I ALSO FINISHED RAINCOODEEEEE I FINISHED IT AND IT WAS AMAZING and if you dont know what that is uhhhhhhhhhh GO FIND OUT AHHHHHHHHH i might also write raincode stuff.................

also sorry?? for taking so long?? Ive been trying to get used to this move and i finally pushed myself to stop putting this off, but I WAS WRITING IT IN A SEPERATE APP CAUSE TUMBLR KEPT NOT SAVING MY WORK and then it just pasted as one whole paragraph and fixing it was the only proofreading that i did (clown honk) 

Warnings: dark themes, kidnapping, threats, angst, angst, angst, assault, use of dr*gs, fighting, mention of not-alive, etc.

EXTRA WARNING this shit made me cry WHILE I WAS WRITING IT proceed at your own RISk

-- word count for imagine: 2257 (give or take a few maybe)                                                 

Lucifer

Sometimes he had his moments where he got on your nerves. 

You get into an argument but he always makes it up to you.He'd always find a way to get under your skin, especially with the fact that he was basically the embodiment of Pride and the dictionary definition of a workaholic. He could spend hours trapped in his office, surrounded by mountain piles of paperwork, but only minutes with you. 

The problem was, he seemed perfectly content with that, and it bothered you.

Now, you were kidnapped and had no way of knowing how he actually cared about you and especially in the ways that mattered most. It secretly tortured him that you could've died thinking that you were the least important thing in his life. 

Was that his fault? Was he to blame? 

He almost found it humorous how much he had been torturing himself, especially because he always had full confidence that he would solve the issue no problem, and everything would go back to the way it was. He forgot how fragile humans were until now. Of course, anyone that wasn't Lucifer seemed almost fragile in comparison to the Avatar of Pride, but you were a whole different thing. 

You were his human. 

It wasn't a lie when he said he was confident he would find you, but what he didn't know was if it'd be too late or not. He didn’t know what to do. 

Were you devoured immediately or tortured? If you had been alive still, why hadn't you summoned him? What was he going to say once he found you? 

The fire let out a loud crackle noise, interrupting his thoughts. He stopped in his tracks and sat down for a moment while resting his head on his hands with his elbows propped on his desk. He closed his eyes as small strands of hair tickled his skin and fell in front of his face. Shadows danced around the room to hide from the fire's burning light. 

Why didn't they tell anyone where they were going? Why didn't they ask anyone to accompany them? The most likely possibilities had been work or shopping. They wouldn't go with any random demon that asked them to follow their lead, and especially if no one he trusted was with them. Why were they alone? 

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Lucifer lifted his head immediately. "Come in."

Mammon hesitantly walked in, dipping his head in first before pulling the rest of his body into the room to face his older brother. It was strange to see his predictable behavior get washed away in a matter of seconds, but it was a relief for Lucifer that he had one less thing to worry about. 

Mammon's otherwise mischievous tone and behavior dissipated even when he spoke. "We confirmed that uh… the human was workin' right before they disappeared. Thought ya might wanna-" Lucifer didn't let Mammon finish, standing up immediately to grab his coat and make a beeline for the door. "Are the others already investigating?"

Mammon nodded. 

It was strange how much fear could affect even demons, especially because of the effect you truly had on them. It could've been possible that they were equally as afraid of what Lucifer would do if he lost you. It would've destroyed him, and they knew that the façade he would put up wouldn't be able to convince his brothers otherwise. 

"Where?"

Mammon didn't hesitate to give Lucifer a slip of paper with the details, which Lucifer had basically ripped out of his younger brother's hand. Without saying another word, the Avatar of Pride dragged his brother out the door and let go once it had closed and locked immediately. Lucifer wouldn't have cared if Mammon went or stayed. All that mattered to him was finding you. Maybe he spent too long looking at your room or thinking too hard about your whereabouts alone in his office, creating a pattern in the floor with his constant pacing. 

Either way, his vision seemed to have cut in and out with anger and worry-- but before he knew it, he was already there. 

He was going to find you. 

"This was found in the trash," Beelzebub spoke, handing over a ripped up picture that had been pieced back together. "There's two different traces on here. One of them is MC, but…"

"I know where to go." Lucifer spoke, "I'll deal with it. Just gather the others."

"Are you sure-"

With just the power of his glare alone, Beelzebub stopped mid-sentence and just nodded.

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Click! Click! 

"Before you go, I want to try and take as many photos as possible." The photographer spoke, "I could make millions with even just one photo. I can't imagine how rich and powerful I'll be with a hundred of them."

The photographer put his camera down again for what felt like the millionth time. The soft clanking noise made you feel only a small drop of relief, but it also filled you with dread because of what would follow after: More adjusting. Brighter lights. Different music. More clicking. More adjusting. Dimmer lights. 

Silence. 

It was nauseating, but none of it came even close to what that monster did to keep you under his control. It felt disgusting. Demoralizing. 

What was the point in fighting? Why were you trying to hard to think of the words, when this was a deserved ending for a sad, pathetic human? 

The anger and sadness had been building up with no possible way to get out, and you would die before it ever would. It would die with all of the other feelings you kept inside. The other truths you tried so hard to protect-- from the others and even yourself. Maybe they werent truths at all, just things you tortured yourself with that you believed so hard to be the truth that anything else seemed almost absurd and unrealistic. It gave you a false sense of hope that there was any chance of redemption for all the things that made you feel sick inside.

When the anger, the sadness, and the guilt proved to be too much, it made the tears fall faster than you could have ever expected.

Click! Click! Click!

"Oh my god! That's absolutely perfect. You're an amazing model." The photographer breathed, "If Lucifer and the others weren't a problem, I could sit here for all of eternity taking these beautiful shots of your purity. Your soul. It's too hard to resist. Human emotions are so complicated, aren't they? You must feel so awful about yourself."

Click! 

"So pathetic."

Click!

"Worthless."

Click!

"But it's deserved and you must know that, but I mean…" The demon said in a hushed, soothing voice. "It's not like anyone will ever get to understand how you feel. You'll die before then. Alone."

He just kept talking. You wanted him to stop.

"Lucifer probably makes you feel worthless, huh? Like you don't matter. I get it. He's so obsessed with his paperwork, isn't he?  Never makes time for anyone or anything else. You're just more work." The demon spoke, "I'll bet he's taking his sweet time finding you cause he doesn't want the wait the next few decades waiting for your timer to run out. Anything else is just for the sake of Diavolo's dream."

He paused, looking at the photos before speaking again. "I know them better than you think you know them. Demons are malicious and deceiving, and anything they show you is to give you a sense of security. The truth is, you're nothing more than just a sad, weak, human."

Please stop.

"All you want is Lucifer's touch, right? You're addicted to it. That's why you can't leave. He waves his demon charm at you. One magic trick and you fall in love all over again. You eat up his dominance and power over you because it makes you feel even more special that he's one of the most powerful demons here and he chose you."

Make it stop. 

"And all of that makes you feel just a little less awful about yourself for being the only human who can't be trusted by themself. It makes you feel better about yourself, with this fake illusion of power that you have over these people who never needed you. Even after your time runs out, they won't care."

Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop.

"There we go," He hummed in a sick and twisted kind of satisfaction. "That's what real emotion looks like. That's the hundredth picture. That's how easy it is to break a human. I can see it in your eyes." 

Cli-

Actually, no. There had been no click this time.

You couldn't blink away the tears fast enough to find the source of the loud, shattering noise and the sounds of metal clashing against the ground in pieces with pieces of glass scattered amongst the scraps. A flash of black and red made the photographer disappear. 

You heard a familiar voice behind you with the sound of someone being slammed against the wall. 

"There's a reason why demons like you are at the bottom." Lucifer snarled. 

His voice sent shivers down your spine. There had been so much pain buried deep under his own rage. 

"It's because you're all so incredibly humiliating. Did you honestly think you could get away with this?" Lucifer let out a low chuckle. "After you're imprisoned for the rest of eternity, I promise I'll make it even more unbearable than the things that keep you up at night."

BAM!

You winced, not wanting to know the source of that noise. A gentle gust of air pushed your locks of hair forward, making it sway and fall back into place right before he undid your binds and pulled you to him in one single motion. He didn't hesitate.

"I love you." He spoke, "Please forgive me, my dear. I was… I was so incredibly worried about you. I took too long to come to your side."

It was all too much. You didn't know when you started to cry, but it all came rushing out. There was no possibility of stopping. There was no chance of hiding the pain anymore once his warmth filled in the cracks that the photographer had almost permanently left you with before his inevitable demise. 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." You sobbed, "I tried so hard. I just want you to be happy, but I can't do anything. I'm a human. I'm just another responsibility and you deserve so much more than that-"

Lucifer took your chin gently but quickly, clashing his lips against yours in a desperate and passionate way to prove just how much you meant to him. He knew that he couldn't heal all of your wounds as quickly as he would've hoped, but he would give up everything he had just to try. 

He held you close, wrapping his arms tenderly around your waist. Despite how soft he was with you, he held you in a way that made you feel like he was never going to let go. He loved you more than anything, and his comforting presence alone made the photographer's words meaningless. 

Lucifer wasn't just the Avatar of Pride when he was with you. He was just Lucifer. He was just someone who put his walls up high around everybody but you. He was someone who melted under your touch, even if he pretended to only be one of the most powerful demons in the devildom in front of others. You saw the soft side of him that he had kept hidden for centuries. 

He pulled away, resting his head on your shoulder. "It doesn't matter to me that you're human. You're perfect to me. You did everything right, MC. I don't want you to ever have a single thought in your mind that any of this is your fault, or that you feel guilty about a burden on my shoulders that never existed at all. You're the only person I've felt this strongly about, MC. I mean that." He spoke, "You're good enough for me, even if you may not always feel that way. There's no one else in this entire universe that could ever come close to how I feel about you. You're what I think about after a long day of work. I think of you when I wake up. I think of you during the day, when I'm working. I'm confident I'll prove that to you, MC. You deserve all of that and more."

"Let's go away for a while, okay?" He whispered in your ear. "Just you and me. No paperwork. No pictures. No anything. I want to spend the rest of eternity making it up to you… but since we don't have an eternity, I'm confident I could do it in the time we have, MC."

You nodded, letting the tears continue to fall freely down your face. This time, it had been out of the love you shared with Lucifer rather than the pain of your kidnapper's words alone. You endured so much, but deep down you knew Lucifer would keep all of his promises. Even if it wasn't out of the love he had for you, he wouldn't have let himself be known as someone who couldn't keep his word. 

But he loved you, and that was the only reason you needed.

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update for dark photographs,

its been months and i am SO sorry, i had to go on hiatus after i posted all that because i was enrolled in like 6 college classes and flunked some of my midterms so i had to spend most of that time studying for finals

i got some of lucifer's part done just now AND THEN IT FUCKING DELETEDKRHDJSHGDHD

like ok pop off queen but in other good news, i might or might not be setting up a 18+ art commission acc with my best friend ;3 so lmk if you would be interested in that!!! ill be moving soon so i cant work but i would appreciate any feedback

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it kinda does suck writing for this fandom sometimes cause if it’s not quick headcannons or smut, chances are it’ll flop :///

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JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT PART ONE OF DARK PHOTOGRAPHS IS IN THE WORKS I LOVE YOU ALL AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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Happy (late) Valentine’s Day! 💌

I will be your little messenger of a dose of Mammon x MC content 😌 Based on your votes from the valentine’s day poll 💘

Part one of two 💛💐🐏

Triggers/Warnings/Content Tags: Fem reader, Smut lies ahead (mainly in part two lol gotta keep you on your toes), dom-ish Mams, a little ooc

This work is +18 plus! Minors, shoo!

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He wanted to be romantic.

He really did.

He had done everything right tonight. He had planned for weeks, saving up from his modeling gigs and occasional side jobs just for you. He laid (some form of demonic, yet perfectly safe once pulled apart) flower petals in a trail leading you into his room and up the stairs to his car where he was waiting for you, presents in hand.

Bouquets, chocolates, those little weird jelly filled sweets you loved so much for some damn reason that he thinks are disgusting.

A box that contained a shining gold necklace with his initial on it which he delicately clipped around your neck. A stunning outfit to wear to your dinner reservations tonight.

He took your hand and walked you to the passenger side door, opening it and helping you in, careful to not mess up your perfect hair which he had asked Asmo to do as a distraction while he got everything ready for you.

He thinks you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, even on your bad days. But, Diavolo help him there was just something about you getting all dolled up for him that made his greed roar to life inside his chest.

He’d opened your door when you both arrived, walked you in on his arm, pulled your chair out for you, you know- all that chivalrous bullshit Lucifer instilled into him, but you seemed to like it so it was worth it.

He really wanted to be romantic.

There was just one oversight he hadn’t quite thought out.

Eyes. Everyone’s in fact, glued to you from the moment you walked in. And while normally he loved to show off his various valuables and treasures, he’s torn between letting you experience the evening he had planned out for the both of you, or picking you up right now and hightailing it out of here to somewhere more private, just so he’s the only one who can see you looking like this.

The waiter catches him off guard as he’s lost in thought, and he quickly agrees with whatever demonus recommendation he made to get him to scurry away. You shoot him a worried glance, and he almost feels bad for letting his mind wander away from this moment. Almost.

You reach a tentative hand out to lay atop his that nervously drummed against the table. “Mams, everything okay?”, you question.

“Hmm? Yeah, fine. Just peachy.”

He doesn’t mean to be short with you, and he knows you can see through any facade he attempts to throw up, but you seem to let him get away with this one, making a small “hmm” at him and looking back towards the menu.

How could he think about eating at a time like this? The only thing he wants to do is rip the throats of everyone in here who dared to even look at you-

“Have you been here before? What’s good? Or you know, what’s something I’ll find at least half edible?”, you giggle at him, flashing your bright, beautiful smile. The one that makes his head spin and his thoughts run blank. You really outta cut that out, ya know.

You let him order for you, and he orders the same, too lost in his thoughts to care about dinner. He couldn’t care, not when he’s busy catching the eyes of every asshole that was gawking at you, meeting their stares with a steely glare that looks if to say “don’t even dare”.

The night goes on without a hitch, and he finds himself easing back into conversations with you, simmering down from his jealous height with the help of your calming presence. He didn’t wanna ruin tonight for you after all- This was all about having fun and relaxing, getting away from the others so he can let loose with his emotions a bit, let you know how he really feels.

He’s actually gotten so relaxed he’s smiling, laughing even! What was he so worried about to begin with? Even if every damn demon in the devildom tried to get at you, they’d fail! Why? Because he’s your first man! Your protector! He’s The Great Mammon! Of course you’re head over heels for him-

His thoughts get cut off when the waiter comes back to the table, handing you a small piece of paper.

“Oi! Why’d ya give the lady the bill. Of course I’m payin’ for our date!”

But when he looks down, his eyes are not met with a bill. They’re met with a note with crudely drawn numbers on it. Ten of them to be exact.

“Wha-Are you serious right now!”, he all but yells, rising to his feet and slamming his hands on the table.

“It’s valentine’s day! We’re clearly on a date! And you’re trying to give her your number?”

The waiter takes a step back, clearly a bit shook by your demon’s demeanor. In a small voice they plead, “I-I didn’t know. I just thought-”

“No no no ya didn’t think anything! Do you even know who I am? And yer bold enough to try a stunt like that!?”

You clearly see the situation tumbling out of control, now noticing the eyes that have been on you all evening, but now they’re trained on your loud mouthed boyfriend. You once again reach a hand out to grab his. “Mammon, cmon now, people are staring”.

That one struck a nerve.

And he really wanted to be romantic tonight too.

He takes a deep breath while his hands ball into fists. You’re racking your brain trying to figure out what he could possibly be upset about as his aura changes, onyx horns spiraling out and leathery wings unfurling out to their full span. Gone are his nice dress clothes, replaced with his cropped jacket getup you were all too familiar with.

When he opens his eyes, his gaze is no longer on the startled waiter, but instead on you. “That’s the problem! Don’t ya get it!? People have been staring at ya all night! Hell- The whole damn Devildom’s been staring at ya all night! It’s like I’m not even here! It’s like they don’t even care that yer taken! They’re looking at ya like they wanna take a bite outta ya!”

You blush furiously at his statement, wondering how you could overlook such a big detail. Had people really been staring at you? Was the waiter not the only one?”

“Mammon…”

“Cmon, we’re leavin,” he spits, grabbing your hand and pulling you up from your seat and towards the door.

The nervous waiter calls out to him, “B-but what about your bill?”

Mammon huffs and turns back around slowly. “Put it on my tab”, he grits through his teeth.

He walks about another three feet before raising a hand up in the air. “Actually…my brother’s tab.”

Mammon’s still Mammon, even if he’s frustrated.

With that, he pulls you out of the restaurant and towards his car.

The car ride home is silent, albeit the low hum of the radio and Mammon’s heavy breathing. He’s gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles have gone white.

“Mammon…is everything alright?”, you ask for the second time tonight.

Only now, his emotions seem to peek through.

“Gah- I’m sorry. It’s not you, it’s j-just. Do you see the way everyone looks at you? An I mean of course they’re lookin’! Ya look so damn good! But when it happens sometimes I just- It’s like-”

You reach out and touch his arm, encouraging him to continue. With the gesture, he turns and looks over at you, face softening.

“It’s like, I wanna be the only one to look at you, ya know? I wanna be the only one who gets to see ya all dressed up. If I could keep ya all to myself, I would in a heartbeat. A-An I know it’s greedy and it’s not okay but I can’t help it-”

“Mams”, you cut him off. “I understand.”

“Ya what?”

“I said, I understand. You don’t think you’re the only one who gets that way, do you? I mean, you’re a literally model! You look good 24/7! And you get printed in all those magazines and posted everywhere and tons of people fawn over you. But, sometimes, I want to be the only one who gets to see you look like that. I want to be the only one that makes you smile, I want to be the only one you share your time with. I get greedy too.”

You continue on, flashing him that smile that drives him crazy.

“It’s okay to be greedy sometimes.”

You watch his eyes grow at your sentiment, never once stopping to think you’d feel the same way. Seemingly stuck in a surprised stupor, you take his free hand, dragging it over and placing it on your thigh. You revel in the way his breath hitches.

“W-whadda ya think yer doin’?”

“Letting you be greedy”, you respond, moving his hand slightly higher. His gaze stares down at where your skin meets.

“I-I dunno if I can hold back if I do…”, he trails off, a look of worry on his face, but a tinge of something else in his eyes.

“Don’t want you to. Want you to have your way with me.”

You don’t miss how his grip minisculy tightens around you, nails digging in.

“But, you have to wait till we get home”, you tease. You’re met with a frustrated growl as he retracts his hand, returning it to its place on the wheel.

“Fine, ya little succubus. But as soon as we get home, you’re mine.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way.”

As soon as his car comes to halt inside the makeshift garage in his room, Mammon clambers out of the drivers side, taking long strides to beat you at opening your door.

A gentle hand reaches out to help you step out of the car.

And as soon as you do, you’re slammed up against it.

Heavy hands find your waist, gripping it firmly and tight but still like you are the most fragile porcelain doll, made entirely of glass.

His lips quickly find your neck, instantly latching onto your pulse point without giving you a second to think.

“Wow, really n-not holding back are you?”, you question at his ferocity.

He breaks contact with your shoulder that he was busy biting down onto to look into your eyes. “Oi, remember who started this, huh?”, he says, surprisingly low.

“If I remember it correctly, it was you in that restaurant with your tantrum”, you chide.

He brings himself within a hair’s width of your lips. “An if I remember correctly, you gave me permission to be as greedy as I want with ya.”

You can’t deny the pit of desire that starts to bubble in your stomach. It was always exciting to see him be riled up, not bothering to hold back behind his tsundere tendencies.

“Honestly, do ya really know what yer doin to me in that little outfit? Wearin’ my initial on yer neck?”, he groans, bringing a hand up to play with the gold chain lying on your chest.

“Mammon, you picked all this out”, you laugh.

“I know, I’ve got great taste don’t I?”, he shoots you his signature smirk that appears anytime he’s feeling cocky before closing the gap between your lips.

Your lips mold perfectly with his, as you try to keep in rhythm with him, but his pace is quick and almost aggressive as he forces your mouth open with his tongue, slipping it in with a messy clack of teeth and saliva. Knowing fighting for dominance would be futile, you allow him to take the lead.

Feeding straight into his ego, you moan into the kiss, knowing exactly what he wants to hear. You feel the edges of his mouth upturn as he smiles into it. Purposefully now, you continue to make these little noises, knowing exactly what you were doing to him.

He pulls away once more to look down upon you, eyes half lidded and voice mocking. “Ha, do you hear yourself right now? So damn needy for The Great Mammon.”

Exactly the response you wanted to hear, you continue to stoke the fire you’re lighting underneath him. “Mhm, only for you, Mammon. My first man, my only man.”

This seems to do something to him, as he grunts and shoots his hands down to your thighs, gripping tightly to lift you, wrapping your legs around his waist.

As soon as he’s got you in his grasp, he continues his assault on your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark, but not hard enough to break skin. Once again, a being with such power treating you like glass.

He pulls away once he’s satisfied, a string of spit connecting his lips to your neck. The dark look in his eyes makes your head spin. He seems to feel your eyes on him, shooting his own up to hold your gaze while trying to catch his breath.

“Ha”, he breathes out, “That’s better. Now everyone can see who ya belong to.”

“Hmm, I dunno. I think I need a little more convincing”, you say, dragging your core along the now blatant protrusion in his jeans.

“Fuck- ya really wanna get me goin’, huh? Sure you’re prepared for the consequences?”

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You pretend to think hard for a moment. “I don’t know. I think I still need a little more convincing.” To drive the point home, you rock your hips, dragging your core across the now blatant protrusion in his jeans.

“Fuck- ya really wanna get me goin’, huh? Sure you’re prepared for the consequences?”

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Dark Photographs \\ Obey Me x Reader [PROLOGUE]

TW!!! Please read the warnings before proceeding.

A/N: i really wanna say where this idea came from but that would also make it a big big big big spoiler :( iykyk

I WILL TRY to do all the brothers but this might get too lengthy so i might just go in order of age?? 

@devildomditzy (FRONT ROW SEATS) 

Warnings: dark themes, kidnapping, threats, angst, s-assault, use of dr*gs, fighting, etc.

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They warned you about this. 

They warned you about the monstrous demons that lurked the devildom streets, and here you were: a victim of a monstrous demon. Maybe at the time, you might’ve been too distracted to notice the guy that had been following behind you after your shift so that you could afford a nice gift for your boyfriend. 

It was too late for that now, though.

Now, you could barely recall what happened before this, before you were shoved onto a chair, tied down and forced to take in whatever it was he gave you. 

Camera clicks filled the room, filling in the silent intervals between shots and satisfied mumbling. The ropes on your arms stretched as you started to wiggle free when you woke up-- earning a frustrated response from your kidnapper as he put down the camera to adjust the light focused on you. 

“Stop moving!” He shouted. “Stay. Still!”

His voice boomed, making you flinch. You would’ve been more petrified if you weren’t also too drugged out to figure out what was going on. 

“Can’t call for help from Diavolo or his seven morons, can you?” He sneered, “Too high out of your simple little mind to figure it out. Pathetic.”

Click.

“Purity is one of the most delicious concepts,” he spoke. “Especially for a human, and even more so that it’s Diavolo’s human. So pure... so innocent. It’s so hard to resist. Now, I don’t even have to. Now, no one has to.”

Click. Click.

“Oh, yes. Keep that pose, will you?” Click. “The more terrified you look, the more money I’ll make. This opportunity doesn’t come knocking every day... not that it was really much of a surprise for me. Maybe to you, it was.” 

Click.

He laughed a dark, sinister laugh. “I’ve been planning this for too long, MC. Humans really are stupid. All I had to do was wait for your bodyguards to even just blink, and I got you right in the nick of time before they opened their eyes back up. They’re probably running around like crazy for you... don’t you think?”

He put his camera down, strolling over to you to put a hand under your chin to tilt it up. “Too bad you’ll be dead by the time they find you. I’ve already burned your things. Pardon me if I got a little excited.”

He walked away, turning his back a little to smirk at you. “Only way to keep a secret, right? Can’t enjoy the money I make off of you if I’m rotting in a prison, or dead, right?” 

Worthless, they said. He mumbled. They’ll be all over me now. 

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man its like night of the living porn bots up in here what the fuck did this just become my new full time job??? im gone one day cause of work and had to block 10 of them just now with my mcdonalds ass wifi get these pests outta here

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Mammon, in a high voice, holding Barbie: Hey Ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

Thirteen, in a deep voice, holding Ken: Nonsense, Barbie. you’re staying home and having my kids

MC: What the fuck are you guys doing?

Thirteen: Playing systemic oppression

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(Please god I had to block like 15 of them today)

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i need a hug