Currently in my demon simping arc

18+, Reblogs a bunch of stuff (Obey me, Danganronpa, South Park, etc.) and some nsfw

[kimikos-random-dead-acc]

Making an intro to pin on my blog

Hi! I'm Kimiko, in my 20s, bisexual and currently just rebloging random stuff. Beware I reblog nsfw from time to time so heads up. Btw I am not a writer, just someone who posts weird thoughts and shitposts.

Stuff I like:

Obey me

Danganronpa

South park

Hazbin hotel

Helluva boss

DC comics

Miraculous Ladybug

My little pony

[moon0shadow]

Obey Me but they're Birds.

Birb AU.

Peacock Lucifer with an MC who's like a Chicken, really floofy chicken.

Chicken MC watching their Peacock bf do a pretty dance and they're just sitting there like: (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

[spark-river]

Levi, pointing at a bird excitedly: A seagull!!!

Satan: You need to go out more.

Mammon: That's a crow?!

[vnknownmc]

My king is so beautiful, unbothered, thriving, in his lane, happy and flourishing in his new outfit

[morayray]

mam-money is here

[im-trash-sarah]

I think Mammon’s crows would be able to make their way up to the human world anytime they want, so while you’re in the human world doing business or visiting family, he’ll send you love letters via crow. ig consider this my Valentines day post? I yearn for a well-written love letter that doesn't have to be begged for so this is healing my heart!

 𝐿𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒷𝓎 𝒟𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒞𝓇𝑜𝓌

Mammon x Reader, fluff, Mammon’s crows are adorable ^_^

It started the first time you went back to the human world after the exchange program had ended. He missed you so much. There was that stupid rule about not calling you too much and hogging all your time, since humans have such short life spans; he hated that rule. So he started sending crows to keep an eye on you. You had noticed there was almost always a crow nearby wherever you went, but didn’t think much of it until they started leaving shiny little rocks on your windowsill. Eventually, it dawned on you that they were Mammon’s crows by the gold sheen their feathers had. That, and they were so comfortable around you, leaning into your touch and squawking for your attention (they were just like Mammon, to be honest). The people around you look at you weirdly as you hold a crow on your hand like a princess as you run errands in town, talking and laughing with them, but you don’t care because these little guys are just so adorable.

Well, eventually rocks turned into pieces of jewelry, coins, random wrappers, bottle caps, anything shiny basically. Then one day, three crows came to your window. As you open the window, they fly in and gently each places down something. There was an envelope, a rose, and a necklace. As usual, you thanked them and brought out some seeds and water for them.

The crows watched as you took the rose, put it in water, and put on the sparkling necklace with gems of your favorite color on it. Clearly, it was expensive, so Mammon probably either hit the jackpot at the casino recently or worked a lot of shifts to get this for you. You trusted he wouldn’t steal for you because you knew he put genuine effort into his loved ones. There have been so many times he’d work late to get the perfume Asmo wanted or the figurine Levi went on and on about for days. He really is a devoted man, he’s just too stubborn to show it.

The envelope was black with a gold pen used to write, “From: The Great Mammon, To: My Human”. The crows were now very excited watching intently as you now open the letter that was seemingly written on notebook paper, there was a small rip on the side from tearing off the side bit from the spiraled notebook. Mammon’s handwriting wasn’t the best out of his brothers, usually messy and just barely decipherable, but this time, it was much neater, and you easily tell he’d taken his time making sure it looked as great as it could be.

You had a big warm smile as you read his heart felt words, it was as if his heart had poured out onto the paper. Mammon wrote to you,

“Dear MC,

I hope you’re doing okay up there in the human world. I bet you’re pretty bored without the Great Mammon keeping you on your toes, huh? Well, either way, I know you’ll find something fun to do, just don’t have too much without me, okay! By the way, I go ya a little somethin’ so be grateful, alright. It’s a necklace with your favorite color gems, hope ya like it. I got an extra bonus from my latest shoot, so I thought I’d get ya a somethin’ pretty. Anytime you’re missin’ the great Mammon, just look at this necklace and think of me. If I’m being honest, I miss you, Mc, so summon me anytime you need me, alright? You can always count on me, your first man. I love you, Mc.

Ps. Thanks for taking care of my crows up there. They really seem to like ya a lot! But don't let them take up all of your time and attention since that's for your first man, alright!!!

See ya later,

-Mammon”

The crows are cooing as you wipe tears falling from your eyes, and you reassure them that you’re okay, and it was just a very sweet message that made you a little emotional and a bit homesick, too. Luckily, you have these little guys to make you feel better. You once again thank the crows and give each of them a little pet before letting them know to come back soon, and then sending them off back to their master with a smile on your face, excited for the next visit.

The crows later came back to Mammon and recollected everything, and he was both very happy to hear about your reaction and jealous when he found out the crows got so much attention and not him.

this was meant to be a sorry not sorry post but it ended up sm longer mb T-T I’m just obsessed with the idea of Mammon’s crows watching out for you and you lwk looking insane for holding and talking to them out in public ^-^

[mamma-mia-mammon]

obey m2026: happy new year devildom!!

based on the latest karasu news

[chchandler]

My favourite green characters!

[yourtaxcoll3ctor]

Hehe... Shelby.

I am SO late to the game with these otomes.

[onyourowndaisymae]

when mammon falls in love

content + warnings: mammon x gn!reader, fluffy, just mammon getting rescued from hanging in the stairwell and realizing he's smitten // [masterlist]

word count: ~1.5k

mammon really fucked up this time. most times, he fucks up pretty bad. his greedy fingers snatch and take without discretion and his brain allows it, entranced by the allure of his favorite reward: grimm. he should know better by now than to let his greed get the best of him within the demon lord's castle, but it's just so tempting--

he tried to wander off with priceless treasure. barbatos caught him. lucifer was punishing him. tale as old as time.

hours had passed. his body hung from the ceiling of the stairwell, each miniscule movement making him sway slightly in the air. all the blood had long since gathered in his head, making his brain soggy and useless. his thoughts blurred together into a pile of mush. he wasn't having fun. his head hurt. his arms were tired. lucifer is a bastard. he misses you. if he could muster up the brainpower to count, he'd start counting the stairs on each flight to cure the boredom that came with hours of hanging still. he'd given up on calling for help long ago-- that only seemed to piss lucifer off more, and sometimes encouraged a brother or two that was really fed up with his antics to come spin him and laugh.

the house of lamentation grew bitingly cold at night. his jacket kept him warm enough, but the way his shirt rode up left him shivering in the overwhelming darkness. he could hear the drip of the kitchen's leaky faucet, and... what was that?

shuffling. slow and quiet, like someone who didn't want to be seen. the faintest of lights reached his eyes, like something was around the corner.

"mammon?"

his world is engulfed in a bright light, and mammon flinches away from it. you curse, and that's when he realizes you just shined a flashlight through the darkness and accidentally blinded him. he hears hissed apologies and shuffling as he blinks rapidly, trying to regain his bearings.

"what are ya doin' here?"

"i couldn't sleep thinking about you hanging out here all night," you explain, carefully leaning over the railing to reach for him. he gladly takes your hand and lets you lead his to a solid edge. he grasps at it tightly and tries to restart his body after hours of swinging dormant and bloodless. "so i came to get you. you can sleep in my room for the night."

once he's got a secure hold on the ledge, you begin to tug and pull at the ropes binding him. they're tight, but you persist. when he's finally free enough to save himself, he hears your footsteps scurry up to the next flight and mess with the rope up there.

riiiip!

the rope collapses with a loud groan, and suddenly the pressure on mammon's body loosens. he yanks his body towards the ledge, quickly, before gravity makes him splatter at the bottom of the stairwell. his body flings limply over the railing and he collapses on the smooth floor in a heap. your footsteps, muffled by your socks yet still urgent-- not that mammon would ever admit to memorizing the sound of your footsteps-- get closer and closer until you're by his side. your voice is a gentle coo as you help untangle him from the slack ropes clinging to his torso.

"lucifer told me not to come get you but... you always look so miserable up there."

he slurrs out something akin to a thank you, but you don't let him speak much. his chest is warm as he fumbles to stand. you're an angel. his beautiful, loving savior. his heart thumps in his chest, in part to get his blood flowing again but definitely also because your arms are now wrapped around him, gentle and steady as you help him to his feet.

"shhh, it's okay. c'mon, don't push yourself too hard. you look like shit."

you assist him to your room. he feels like an idiot stumbling down the steps and across the house, but with you he doesn't mind as much. his brain slowly returns to him as his body gets moving. you're in a big sweatshirt and comfy sleep shorts-- fuck, you look pretty cute like that. he can't seem to keep his eyes to himself as you walk him across the house, but you're too concerned with making sure you both get to your room unnoticed to care.

you nudge the door closed with your heel and coax him up onto your bed. even though he can stand just fine now, you don't seem to trust him to remain upright all by himself. when he spreads out on the bed, you begin lecturing him-- firmly, so he knows you're disappointed, but your heart's not behind it. your eyes are soft and forgiving as you look at him.

"-- just," his thoughts finally clear, and he tunes back in to the lecture, "stop... doing stupid shit, okay? i hate seeing you get in trouble like that."

he nods dumbly, but you don't seem convinced.

"i mean it. watching you hang there makes me anxious-- i know you're not gonna fall or anything but i still can't help but worry about you. it makes me sick, mammon. just... come to me before doing something stupid, okay? and i'll talk you out of it."

"okay." his mouth feels like cotton as it forms around the word. he'd agree to whatever you said as long as you keep looking at him like that. this kindness is not out of character for you, but it makes him hot and bothered under the collar.

how long have these feelings been festering inside of him?

before he can even process what you're doing, you pull him into a tight hug. your body is warm against his, situated nicely between his legs as he sits on the edge of your bed. he wraps his arms around you on instinct. he nuzzles his neck into your shoulder and breathes your scent in. you're so you. so unapologetically human, so flawed, yet so wonderful all the same. his arms tighten around you.

he's never had as much fun as he's had when you're in the devildom. whether it be at home in his room or lost in the lights of poker tables and slot machines, as long as you're there, he's feeling unstoppable. he likes passing you notes at RAD and watching your lips curl into that sneaky smile. he hates sharing you with his brothers-- they don't understand you like he does. you have an unshakeable bond, formed by that first pact inked in your skin. you're his human, his best friend, his-

that's the moment that it hits him.

mammon is completely, utterly in love with you.

his face burns at the realization, and he nearly pushes you away when he straightens up suddenly. you blink up at his hurried movement, startled, and ask him what's wrong.

what's wrong? what's wrong? dammit, he's in love with you! his hands tremble as he nervously pulls at his jacket. he hears himself mutter some lame excuse about being tired and shaky after a long night of hanging upside down.

you climb onto your bed and coax him to lay next to you with a soft smile. his limbs feel heavy but his head is swimming through cotton. love. love. he loves you. he loves you when you curl up under the covers and when you lift them up to invite him to join. he loves you when you nuzzle into the sheets and when you lay your head down and when you scooch a little closer so he can feel your heat and--

relax. breathe. mammon's thoughts are racing as fast as his heart and he needs to take a moment before his head explodes all over your bed.

you cuddle closer and he takes a moment to wrap his arms around you. there's a content sigh that leaves your lips. he's smitten.

you, who he babysat in your early days at RAD. you, who tricked him into a pact. you, who defends him from his brothers even when he's wrong, clearly wrong. you, who came to rescue him even though you know it'll probably put you on the receiving end of a lecture.

your breathing steadies out and he can tell you're on your way to sleep. just like that, huh? mammon is having one of the biggest realizations of his life, and there you are, falling asleep. you must feel really safe in his arms to do something like that. his lips find the top of your head and he presses a soft kiss against your hair.

morning will come in a few hours. soon lucifer will notice that mammon's spot is empty, and he'll come searching for him to instill a new punishment. soon the day will begin again and he'll have to give you up, let you out of his arms where the devildom is harsh and unforgiving.

but tonight, you're both here. still, quiet, drifting into unconsciousness while intertwined. tonight, mammon is all alone with the human he's fallen completely, desperately, unequivocally in love with.

taglist for this series: empty

[gooners-cave]

I am a FIRM believer that all the obey me characters had a roster before you, even Levi and Simeon.

Leviathan

-You don’t HAVE to go outside to get a little bit of hoes.

-All his hoes are online, and he has only seen their online persona.

-I think he would have a few v-tubers in there too.

- He tried to go and meet one of them and she turned out to be a sloppy man named Charles, so from that point forward he decided not to meet with people online.

-He would probably lie about who he is.

-I honestly think he would have maybe one or two at a time

-He makes them role play for hours at a time.

Simeon

-i think Simeon would only sleep with innocence humans and angels.

-would send letters with a time and date asking them to confirm

-I feel like he would have the tell nobody rule

-He doesn’t go and find them they come to him.



An: honestly i didn’t know what to write for Simeon…

[gablikesmangoes]

Really suggestive mammon art I did recently..👀

FAKE BODY, FAKE SITUATION, FAKE EVERYTHING

Also he is MINE

[thisisrats]

Quick fem mammon sketch

[antique-remains]

@lonely-north-star

[rainerlen]

My latest artwork for vgen challenge on March

Theme : "Wings"

Title : "The Truth Untold of The Fallen Wings"

1, 2, 5, 6

💙💛💖❤

[gluttiny]

{🍣🥢}

uwaaa it's a feast of the Seven Fishes!!! T-T

this is so random as usual lol, but please enjoy the snack. i might do the other dateables too hehe

[the-pessimists-paradigm]

GREEDY MORNINGS | MAMMON

GENRE: FLUFF | DOMESTIC | HINT OF SPICE

wc: ~840

@chrisssiren @sweetmelodygraphics for dividers

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The moon sank below the dark sky in the Devildom, the black sky became lighter. Crows sang of morning as your own crow yawned beside you. His taut tan muscles were glowing, fingers gripping yours even in sleep. Silver strands of hair tickled the crown of your head, his tank top soft and warm. Golden and navy eyes languidly blinked up at you as you stretched out of his arms. He looked down with little peeks as you stretched. You smirked as he huffed, cheeks reddening, yawning into his fist.

"What?"

Mammon uttered, looking down, eyes closed, arms crossed. You moved closer to him and asked, biting your lip without thinking.

"You hungry?"

His hair was extra messy this morning, tank top exposing a gorgeous expanse of tan skin. Definitely hungry. He grumbled, resting his head in your neck, nose nudging your shoulder.

"MC, d'ya really have to get up?"

You kissed his forehead, holding his chin. A loud roar came from your stomach. You looked at the blanket, avoiding his eyes.

"Okay, so now I definitely have to get up. I'm making breakfast, Mams."

He grumbled, holding your waist just as you were about to walk off the bed. A nose nudged against your stomach as he whined, cheeks flushed.

"Noo...MC, you're too tired, 'm too tired, stay, like a good human should."

You chuckled at your demon, fingers threading through his hair.

"So needy, but how about you help me cook? I bet you'll do well. Make it really warm and tasty."

He huffed mid-yawn.

" 'M not needy..."

As he fully woke, an asymmetrical smirk adorned his face. His eyes glinted in the stronger morning light, the Devildom a lighter shade of black.

"The Great Mammon is an excellent cook! I'll make it so tasty ya can't resist."

You bit your lip, as you gazed down at him.

"Resist what, Mams? You or the food?"

He flushed, eyes wide, getting up from the bed, lips trembling in a smile.

"Oi, be grateful I'm helpin' ya cook. And that's ME you're talkin' to, MC."

He opened the door with a soft grunt, fingers gripping the knob as they tugged it.

Your tiled wood kitchen was awash in amber light as he sauntered in, hand in yours.

"So...what're we cooking?"

He remarked, smirk back on his face, eyes languid.

You palmed his defined pecs through his tank top. Navy and golden eyes pierced yours. Another lip bite.

"How about, Great Mammon, you cook, while I...enjoy the show?"

He huffed, cheeks crimson as he glanced at the pan. His lips parted without a sound.

"So...so indecisive MC! B-But fine, I'll cook, in fact, they'll be the best damn eggs you've ever had!"

You smiled, he really was the sweetest sometimes. His shoulder deserved a kiss, lips grazing the slope.

"It's a thank you."

Within ten minutes of pouring oil, the eggs were blackened, bubbles raised at their edges, yolks bursting at their seams. Some shriveled, caramelized, if you could call it that, parts remained.

The heat was *way* too high. You didn't know whether to smirk or scream. The knob clicked in place as the bubbling stopped. He huffed, backing away from the pan. Golden navy eyes were focused on the floor, long fingers clasping his wrist.

"Hey, I appreciate the effort, Mams."

You reached out to touch his shoulder. As your fingers were about to squeeze it, he jerked back with a grumble.

"I, I don't need yer pity, MC!"

His voice quivered at your name as he stilled. Your thumb traced the path of a single tear flowing down his cheek. His eyes held a cocktail of disappointment, embarrassment, and need. Gold shimmering against navy seas. You walked closer, steps echoing against the wind outside.

You exhaled before your eyes were drawn to his lips. They trembled with barely contained feeling. Glistening as he licked his bottom lip before biting it. Your thumb trailed down from his cheek to softly parted lips.

"Mams, can I kiss you?"

He nodded, voice grained with want, face crimson.

"...Please."

You held his face as you leaned in, each second lasting an eternity. He closed his eyes, feeling your breaths mingle.

Slightly chapped lips grazed yours before calloused hands traversed your body. One hand trailing through your hair as the other gripped your waist.

His tongue traced the seam of your lips, slowly parting them. You bit his top lip, making him whimper in reply. As his tongue shivered against yours, his hands slid to your hips. They squeezed ever so slightly.

You held onto his shoulders, exhaling shakily as he gazed down at you. A drop of drool trickled from his lips. His hands loosened their grip as if they thought you would leave if he tugged too hard. You couldn't look at his eyes with what you would say next.

"Y'know...we can always eat out."

His face flushed at that, eyes widening. His mouth opened, then closed. Speechless. He scratched his hair only to say.

"I like that option, MC. B-But don't think I'm goin' all soft on ya!"

You both knew he was lying.

Taglist: @the-obey-rot @d3bth5dvught3r

a/n: i wrote it bit by bit for a couple weeks <3

[transcriptobeyme]

Laying this one at Lucifer's feet.