Do you thnk demons get cuteness aggression. i got around to playing the rest of the aquarium event in nb and there’s an option to ‘flirt’ with levi or wrestle him. while I would wrestle him if it were real life i did initially choose the love-y option andthen replay the episode in hopes it was a ‘tackle him, but in a lover kind of way’
😞 it wasnt. But it got me thinking. do demojs get cuteness aggression and how do they deal with it. obvs mc won’t hurt them (esp not without magic), but we CANNOT say the same the other way around 😭 if beel were to act on, say, squeezing you too tight you’d pop like (okay i don’t actually know what they’re called, but if you’ve been to a scholastic book fair, youve probably seen the pens near checkout that have the creatures on top and when you squeeze them their eyes pop out) one of those things.
i might make a hc list of how certain demons deal witb wanting to pick you up and throw you (out of love yk)
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hc that belphie falls asleep in baths but not in the normal ‘leaning back and relaxing with his head above the water’ instead he’s face down and floating in the water like a corpse.
(he’s fine, he’s a demon, he can take it. but it is frightening to walk in on.)
hc that solomon used to be an Okay-ish cook, but over the years he’s gotten worse and worse, turning into the menace he is today. as he progressed (regressed 😭) in his cooking career he’s adapted to the strage foods, but his body isn’t perfect, so every once in a while he’ll get a tummy ache and be like ‘oh no :( i got food poisoning. that must be why beelzebub ran to the bathroom after eating..’ and if he vocalizes it, it never fails to get someone’s hopes up that he’ll change his ways, but alas…
[cut to a picture of solomon stirring a pot with a skull and cross bones rising from the steam]
hey!! I really love ur blog so so much rn! If you can, I'd like to request a neurodivergent MC? One that has certain foods they hate and have never told anyone since their family had forced them to try them since they were little? (Ex. Cauliflower, brussel sprouts, blueberries, bananas, carrots) and so, one day, when theyre all eating (at the HoL or just out) and they notice MC eating all but those foods on their plate? Sorry if this is a bit too specific, I just really can't write it properly for myself and i would like to have some form of comfort-
Anyway, have an amazing day!!
anon i am holding you so close rignt now this cured my writers block this is the first ask i’ve got in like two months TT
i am incapable of writing anything not hurt comfort so there is some ‘oh man im so sad :(‘ at the beginning but yk if u said u like my writing i imagine u kinda expected this
warning for mentions of throw up and actually eating the bad foods :(
and yes yes yes i love writing explicitly nd mcs!! i added in another obstacle to the req; freaky demon food bcs thats always fun to consider. That way u can kinda make the demon food similar to whatever food u want in ur mind, anyhow, the words u wanted;
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You push the pile of purple (purple!?) mashed… something from one corner of your plate to the center. First you had to go to a strange demon school where all of your peers are so much scarier and larger than you and now you’ve been presented with whatever the hell this is for dinner.
You think Leviathan (Levi — it feels so odd referring to him so casually having just met him) was the one that made it. There was a protein on the plate, you ate that with no issues, but.
Urgh. This?
It’s your second night sleeping in the House of Lamentation and you don’t feel nearly comfortable or safe enough to get a snack on your own, especially at night. You’ve had such a long day at RAD and your body is dying for some food.
Disguising your disgusted reluctance with a carefully blank face, your grab some of the. The stuff.
Ah, nope. You set your fork down quietly after taking a slow bite / swallow and grab your cup to drown the leftover flavors and textures.
Luckily all the demon brothers seem pretty into their dinnertime banter and didn’t notice your… less than satisfactory reaction to the food.
Gosh, you don’t want to offend any of them, especially not so early on in the year you’ll have to room with them.
It’s a good thing that Beelzebub is practically a food vacuum and doesn’t question the nearly untouched pile of. Well you know. Left over on your plate.
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…It’s official. You hate Devildom cuisine.
Is the universe playing one big, cruel joke on you? What the hell is wrong with demons? Why must the eat the worst things in the world? Why… why… why?
Lucifer wouldn’t let you starve under his roof, and provides you with full meals and makes it clear what parts of the kitchen are free to raid (as not to take anything designated to anyone else). You feel like the most ungrateful human in the whole wide world right now.
It’s been quite a few months since the start of the exchange program and you’ve been… getting by. Okay, that’s not exactly true, you’ve been having a blast in most aspects of your stay in the Devildom. Most.
There’s still the teeny tiny issue of the cuisine not quite fitting your tastes. You’ve tried talking to Solomon about the Devildom cuisine and he tried to cheer you up with some authentic human world cuisine, but as it turns out his cooking is far worse than Devildom-style food.
Not to be dramatic, but you’re suffering in silence. You get by, as in you’re not hungry – the demons you’ve grown oh so fond of wouldn’t let that happen. They always seem willing to fetch you anything.
You’re trying so hard not to hurt any feelings, because you love them and want to support them. It’s just. You want to throw up almost every meal. (Barbatos’ little treats have been your saving grace – he always seems to have some yummy little snack on him. One that you like and doesn’t make you feel like your throat is crawling out of your mouth.)
Most of the time the brothers don’t pay much thought to what you leave on your plate – as long as you eat some of what was served they seem content. Even on nights where the meal is more nasty than good, it’s easy to just say you’re not that hungry.
This night was bound to happen at some point. Your plate is uneatable. It’s edible, just uneatable. It’d be more humiliating to choke down a few bites than it is to go to bed hungry. You wrinkle your nose when you think no one is looking and stab at the meat chunk.
Your eyes are downcast and you drag your knife lazily through the food. It’s mesmerizing in a way, so much so that you don’t notice at first when Asmo calls your name.
“MC, is something wrong? Are you feeling alright?” At this point he’s drawn the attention of his brothers as well.
“Yeah, you’re barely eating,” Mammon supplies.
Ah, the moment you’ve been dreading and hoped you would never have to face.
“Oh, I don’t have much of an appetite right now.” Which certainly isn’t a lie.
“You didn’t eat much at lunch, hon.” Asmo reaches across the table to put the back of his manicured hand on your forehead to feel for a fever.
You cringe, “uhm, well. I’m.” You fail to think of a decent lie quick enough – nothing you say will be believable as you mentally blue screen.
“Honest answer?” Satan prods.
“I’m not the biggest fan of some Devildom foods.”
“Not the biggest fan?” Beel questions, “you dislike them enough to forgo eating entirely.”
“I’m trying not to sound like an ungrateful jerk right now. Give me a moment to word this properly.”
Satan scoffs. “Just say it. Whatever you have to say can’t be worse than what we’ve put you through.”
“Damn, okay. The food makes me wanna throw up when I eat it.”
Levi, the chef of the night, folds in on himself, face darkening with shame or embarrassment.
“It’s not a personal gripe, most meals have something that makes me feel that way, hon.” It seems your attempt to comfort him isn’t appreciated though, as Levi shoves his face in his hands.
Lucifer sets his fork down. “And why haven’t you said anything to any of us about this? We want you to feel at home here.”
“You can’t expect me to be comfortable barging into what was at the time a strangers house and demand they make special accommodations for me, then once I was comfortable enough to say something I felt I put up with it long enough that it’d be odd to bring it up out of nowhere.”
“Fair enough,” Satan nods along.
“No? Not ‘fair enough’!” Mammon scolds. “You shoulda said something to me! Do you even like half the snacks I give you? I spent good Grimm on those!”
Memories of bribing Beelzebub to do certain errands in the earlier days of your Devildom stay flicker through your mind. “They got eaten.”
“MC,” Lucifer brings the conversation back on track. “Let us know foods you don’t want to eat, we may be demons, but we’re here to provide you with a comfortable stay.” You nod under his sincere gaze. “Now, give your plate to Beel and order some delivery. I’ll cover the costs, as long as you eat.”
As you shove your plate across the table you see Lucifer pulling a shiny black card from his coat pocket. He gestures for you to come and take it. You walk to the head of the table and he presses the card into your hand.
“Order whatever you’d like. My treat.” There’s a glint of humor in his eyes and you look down to see Goldie in your palm.
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Prompt: The Devildom had been your home for the last two years. As such, you were confident in your ability to carry out a few errands on your own every once in a while. So when you were told that none of the brothers could accompany you in your little shopping trip for project supplies, you were fine with it. You could handle getting those supplies on your own, you had reassured them.
So how did a simple outing turn into such a disaster?
Pairing: OM!Brothers with GN!MC (can be read as platonic or romantic)
Genre: Slight angst, Hurt/Comfort
TW: Mc gets hurt, mentions of injuries, mention of blood in Satan and Asmo's part, Satan and Asmo's part is a bit darker than the others, I ran out of ideas by the time I got to the twins
You leaned against a stone wall, panting heavily. Your eyes darted this way and that way, and a lump formed in your throat.
How did a simple outing turn into this?
You sucked in a breath, gingerly lifting the edge of your shirt to inspect your side. A big bruise decorated your lower torso, its redness a garish and painful reminder of the very dangerous situation you had barely made out of.
The Devildom had been your home for the last two years. As such, you were confident in your ability to carry out a few errands on your own every once in a while. After all, you couldn't always rely on your friends to follow you along everywhere, even if they said they didn't mind. So when you were told that none of the brothers could accompany you in your little shopping trip for project supplies, you were fine with it. You could handle getting those supplies on your own, you had reassured them.
And now you were here, hiding in one of the Devildom's many alleyways from the demons that were clearly after your life.
"How could you let them get away like that?!"
A whimper left your lips as you tried to make sense of where exactly you were in Devildom, and how to get back to the HOL without getting caught by your bloodthirsty pursuers.
"... Did you hear that?"
"Yes."
You cursed the naturally superior senses of demons, breaking out into a run in the opposite direction of the voices. You could see streetlights and hear the hustle and bustle associated with Devildom's marketplace. Maybe you would be able to lose them in the midst of the crowd there?
You could hear footsteps behind you, internally thanking that you had taken up on Beel's offers to work out together. Your stamina couldn't fail you, not when those demons had cast a spell that locked your magic and your influence over your pacts. In other words, everything you knew and had was practically useless.
Just a little more, please!
Please!
The universe seemed to take pity on you finally as you saw a familiar figure in the crowd. You could almost cry from the relief, calling out his name as loud as you could.
Lucifer
"LUCIFER!"
Lucifer did not know what to think when he heard you yell his name, followed by you almost barreling into him. If not for his instincts being as quick and precise as they are, you both would have fallen to the ground. And he intended to let you know just how reckless and dangerous that was, at least until he saw you clutching your side with pain on your face. The concern that he'd pushed to the back of his mind in favour of scolding you came back in full force, and he cupped your face, using his magic to soothe you and check what was wrong.
"MC? What is the matter, hm?"
The absolute concern and care in his voice caused the dam to burst, and all of the panicked and scared feelings that you had set aside in favour of finding your way back home appeared in the form of tears. Lucifer pulled you into his arms, the way you were crying, hiccupping and stuttering over your words as you told him everything making him tense up slightly.
Once you were calm enough, he took you to a nearby restaurant, paying for a private area. He ordered a few dishes, and while you waited, he asked you to describe the demons' appearance. He kept you next to him, tracing circles on the back of your hand closest to him as you did, carefully listening (and recording everything on his DDD). When the food finally came, he asked you to start eating, claiming he wasn't hungry yet.
Lucifer hummed reading Mammon's message. Out of all of his brothers, he knew he could count on Mammon to show some restraint and bring the lowly things that dared to harm his human in front of Lucifer, without immediately killing them on sight. He would prefer to not tell his brothers of this incident, but one look at you and they would figure out something was wrong.
Lucifer: Mammon.
Lucifer: Some demons tried to harm MC. This is a description of them. Find them.
att. recording
Mammon: On it.
"Lucifer?" Garnet eyes flew upwards to meet yours, instincts still on high alert for the first sign of discomfort. "Yes, MC?"
You lightly raised your fork to his lips, a wordless request to feed him. Peculiar, that even when you were the one shaken in spirit and hurt physically, you thought about his well-being. It was nowhere near the time he had his lunch. He knew it, and he knew that you did as well. But, he decided to indulge you, letting you feed him and yourself, while he used his magic to counter the spell cast on you and speed up your healing process.
Lucifer escorted you back to the HOL, his hand on the small of your back as he assured you that Levi would get you your supplies from Akuzon. As you neared the house, you could make out Satan standing at the door, a serious look on his face that melted into a gentle smile the moment your eyes met. Lucifer handed you over to Satan after pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Rest, my dear. I have some business to attend to, but I should be home before dinner." He looked as Satan ushered you inside, Asmo's fussing over you audible through the closed doors. Lucifer turned and walked away, eager to see who were foolish enough to try to harm his human, his master.
Mammon
"MAMMON!"
"Who- MC?!?!"
Mammon nearly had a heart attack when you yelled his name. When he turned and saw you sprinting toward him with no sign of slowing down? He was scared out of his mind. Before he knew it, he had rushed forward to meet you halfway, causing the two of you to collide fairly painfully. You didn't fall over like most would think. Unfortunately, in his well meaning attempt to stabilize you, Mammon accidently squeezed right on your bruise, causing you to jolt away from him with a pained yelp. "Woah- Are ya okay?!" he asked, face concerned as his eyes jumped from looking you up and down to scanning the crowd for any possible dangers.
You desperately tried to stop yourself from crying as you quickly gave him a brief summary of what had happened to you. His eyes darkened at the mention of the bruise, muttering apologies and incoherent swears as he pulled you into his embrace.
Mammon let out a low whistle, and the next thing you knew, there was a crow sitting on his shoulder. You could swear it looked sad as it saw you clutching onto Mammon, who spoke to you in a calming manner. "Look, I know ya probably don't want to talk about this, and I really don't blame ya... but do you remember anything about those... vermin that dared to hurt you?" he asked you, one hand rubbing your back ad he glared at any demon that stared at the two of you. His cheeks were darkened slightly, though whether that was from anger or holding you so close, you didn't know. Still, you answered his question to the best of your ability, while Mammon and his familiar listened attentively. After you were done, Mammon decided it was time to go back home, giving his familiar some instructions before letting it go.
Mammon refused to let go of you the entire walk back to the HOL. Once you reached home, he walked past all of his brothers, ignoring them till they two of you reached his room. Opening the door, he murmured for you to go in and rest while he talked to his brothers.
It took him a while before he came back to you. You were sitting on the couch staring off into nothing. Mammon sighed as he walked over to you, sitting beside you. His arm came around your shoulders, pulling you in close. "Whatcha thinking 'bout, Treasure?"
You let out a shaky sigh, pushing yourself back into Mammon like he was the only thing keeping you from completely coming undone. Mammon worried at the lack of response from you as he brought his other hand to hold you properly. "You're safe now, MC. Lucifer'll take care of everything once the kids find them," he said, smiling when you chuckled at him referring to his crows as his kids. That's how the two of you stayed, till Levi came to inform him that the demons to tried to hurt you were caught.
You had fallen asleep a while back, so Mammon picked you up, careful not to wake you, and placed you on his bed. After tucking you in properly and making sure you were as comfortable as possible, he followed Levi out of his room. It was time to teach a lesson to the ones who dared to take his human from him.
Leviathan
"LEVI!"
Levi had not anticipated leaving the house would result in you barreling into him in one of Devildom's busiest streets. In his surprise at your shout, he transformed into his demon form, his tail wrapping around you securely as you both fell onto the ground.
"Ouch... M-Mc? Are you okay?" Levi asked, his voice slightly shaky as his heart raced inside his chest. You laid on top of him, unmoving, which concerned him more than anything else. He lightly shook you, hoping to get a reaction out of you, "Mc?"
His heart calmed a bit when he felt you tightening your hold on his clothes, but immediately started racing at twice the previous speed when he saw you shaking in his arms. Gently, he pried your face away from its hiding spot on his chest, hands shaking as he tilted your face up to look at you.
Levi stopped breathing when he saw your eyes filled with tears, his mind blanking out on everything else as his gaze narrowed in on your face; more specifically, the little cut you had gotten on your bottom lip.
"Who... who dared to put their filthy hands on you?" he asked, in a low and dangerous voice. He wasn't the otaku Levi you knew and loved anymore. Right now, he was Leviathan, the third of the Seven Deadly Sins, and the General of Hell's Navy. But he made you feel incredibly safe as he tenderly cupped your face in his hands, as if he was handling one of his beloved figurines.
As you narrated the entire incident, Levi began to grow more and more agitated. In between hissing that this is why he prefers to shop online and fretting over your well-being, he somehow managed to flood the market square and summon Lotan.
Lotan, ever in tune with his master's wishes and emotions, sensed the demonic trails left on you by the spell, and went off to hunt the demons down, while Levi stayed behind with you.
Once Levi calmed down a little, he insisted on taking you back to the House of Lamentation. He knew Lotan would find the demons for him, toying with them to keep itself occupied while waiting for further instructions from its master. As he walked you home, he was quiet. In his mind, he was thinking of the ways he could inflict the most gruesome of pain on those that sought to harm his Henry.
Maybe he could convince you to move into his room with him. That way, he would be able to keep an eye on you better...
For now, though, he would stick to taking you home, and buying you whatever you needed off of Akuzon.
Satan and Asmodeus
"ASMO!"
Asmo turned at the sound of your voice, an excited smile on his face that dropped the second he saw the panic on yours as you rushed into his open arms. He let out an oof, the force from your throwing yourself at him making him lose his footing and stumble, only to be saved by Satan standing behind him.
"Mc, darling!" "Mc, are you alright?" Both the demons spoke at once, two pairs of eyes trained on your figure as they both sensed the panic lingering in you. Asmo lightly trailed his hand over your back, pressing you close to his chest as he asked, "What happened, darling?"
Through stuttered breaths and coughs you told them that you were being pursued by some demons, mentioning the bruise and the fact that they cast a spell on you to leave you helpless. You watched as something dark and lethal flashed in Asmodeus' eyes before your attention was captured by Satan abruptly leaving your side.
Before you could go after him, Asmo placed a hand on your shoulder. "Let him take care of this, darling. Why don't I take you back home and help you relax? You've had a very difficult day, after all." When you hesitated, he gave you a small pout, his eyes shining brightly in a way that reminded you of a puppy. "Please~ Let me pamper you, help you forget all of this? Satan will be fine..." he said, voice slightly whiny as he clung to your arm, careful not to aggravate any of your injuries.
When you finally relented and let him walk you back to the House of Lamentation, you missed the way Asmo looked off into the direction Satan had left for a brief moment, a cruel fascination in his eyes.
Once home, he quickly ushered you into his private bathroom, running a warm bath for you and adding the scents he knew you preferred. He left you alone in the bathroom after ensuring you had everything you needed, and telling you to call for him if you wanted his company as he shut the door behind him.
Asmo thoroughly pampered you when you walked out of the bathroom, refreshed and somewhat relaxed after your bath. He smothered you with his affection, but you didn't mind. You never did.
It was quite late when Satan returned, walking into Asmo's room to find you sleeping peacefully, your head on Asmo's lap as the demon ran his fingers through your soft hair. Satan smiled, his hand almost resting on your cheek, when Asmo smacked his hand away. "Don't get that filthy blood on them," he said, his usual bubbly nature nowhere to be found as he glared at the blood decorating Satan's hands. Satan nodded in understanding, before leaving the room to get cleaned up.
When he returned, he saw Asmo gently setting a pillow under your head and tucking you in his bed. The Avatar of Lust stood straight after ensuring you were still sleeping, before turning to his brother. "I hope you left some for me?~"
Satan smirked. "I did. I even went ahead and strapped them into those machines you like to use." Asmo giggled, the sound tainted with a sadistic sort of glee.
"This will be fun~"
Beelzebub and Belphegor
"BEEL!"
Beel let out a confused hum as he turned. His eyes widened, protective instincts rampant as he saw you running towards him, and the bag of chips in his hand fell to the ground as he moved to get to you first.
You crashed into him, his arms winding around your back to keep you from falling. "Mc?" came Belphie's voice, as he looked over to where you and Beel were standing. The youngest demon's eyes narrowed in on the slight trembling of your body as you caught your breath in Beel's arms.
Beel looked down at you with a concerned look, then back at his twin. Belphie approached the two of you, gently touching your back and providing the comfort that you so desperately needed. He observed you carefully, trying to pry out what had happened, while Beel scanned the surroundings for any threats.
Soon enough, you told them everything. Belphie's eyes hardened, causing you to flinch at the murderous glint in his eyes. Unbeknownst to you, Beel shared similar feelings with his twin.
"Let's get you home," Belphie said, his voice gentle when he addressed you, with his words making it clear it was not a suggestion he would let you talk him out of. Beel nodded, and the three of you started the journey home.
The entire walk home, Beel did most of the talking, telling you of the doughnuts he and Belphie had gotten from Uncle Demon's. Belphie was content with mostly listening, adding his two cents whenever Beel asked him something.
As soon as you guys reached the House of Lamentation, you were pulled into the attic for a nap by the Avatar of Sloth, while his twin went and informed Lucifer of everything.
When Beel came up to the attic, he found you peacefully sleeping, your head on Belphie's arm and your legs tangled with the youngest. Belphie lay awake, his vibrant eyes watching over your sleeping figure vigilantly.
Beel got into the bed as well, protectively curling around your back as his hand rested on your hip. No words needed to be exchanged between the two of them; they knew that they would soon have the people who tried to harm their human in their grasp.
And once they did, they would not hesitate to show exactly why they were lauded as two of the seven rulers of the devildom.
NSFW Head-Canons/Stories for the Demon Brothers Part 2 Leviathan
Prompt: The Demon boys and their favorite ways of having oral sex.
This is Levi part 2, please read part 1 first. Thank you! Part 3 is next, please look for it.
!!Minors and Ageless Do Not Interact!!
Content Warning: Very Suggestive. Discussions of Kinks, Sexual Fantasies and oral sex.
It’s Sunday Smut-Day! So here is another HC of the Obey Me Demon Brothers. Enjoy!
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““Tell me Levi, I might want the same.” You felt his body jerk, as if a shiver ran up his spine. “Well..” he started. “only if your ok with it, I mean we have been doing stuff for a while now I just want to…” “Tell me Levi.” You interrupted him, ordering him to tell you what he wants. You listened to him gulp and take a deep breath before saying “I want your thighs around my face.” He squeals out, turning his face away from you. “And?” You ask, knowing there was more to it, you just wanted him to say it. “A..a…and I want to t..taste you.” You move away from his ear and look up into his eyes innocently. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you, repeat that.” You tease. Leave threw his head back, letting out a deeper yell, as if trying to motivate himself, and it worked almost too well as he grabbed both your shoulders and practically yelled “I want to make you come with my mouth!” Levi was practically panting after making his declaration and you were now the one blushing. “Ok.” You stammer. You both sat still awkwardly a bit before rushing into action in sync. You and Levi stood up out of the chairs, Levi rushed to the bathtub, pulling all his blankets and pillows out of it and laying it on the floor for you. “You know I could just sit in the chair.” You whisper to yourself. Levi must not have heard as the next thing you know, he’s picking you up off your feet and laying you down on the makeshift bed, if it could even be called that. You laugh a little to yourself as you realize how hard he’s trying to make this romantic. Your laugh was quickly turned to pants and moaning as he used his mouth to kiss down your neck. His hands shook as they worked your clothing off and started to explore your skin. Levi didn’t rush to the main course, he took his time, running his tongue all over your body, leaving trails of saliva across your neck, nipples, stomach and then finally your thighs. His hands squeezed at them and as he laid himself down, he had your legs hiked onto his shoulders. You heard him sigh with pleasure as his face rubbed against your inner thighs. His hair tickled the skin there and his hot breath made you shiver. You felt him kid and nibble up your thighs until his mouth teased your most sensitive spot by stopping just before making contact. “Are you sure it’s ok.” Levi asked. Your response was a breathy “Please Levi.”
(So sorry posting part 3 now! Tumblr wont let me fit it all here.)
NSFW Head-Canons/Stories for the Demon Brothers Part 2 Mammon
Prompt: The Demon boys and their favorite ways of having oral sex.
This is Mammon Part two, read part one first.
!!Minors and Ageless Do Not Interact!!
Content Warning: Very Suggestive. Discussions of Kinks, Sexual Fantasies and oral sex.
It’s Sunday Smut-Day! So here is another HC of the Obey Me Demon Brothers. Enjoy!
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“I guess that means it’s time to switch places huh?” Mammon stood up as you kneeled, your eyes glazed over with lust as he unzips his pants and lets his erect member free. Mammon gently glides one hand down your soft cheek before using his thumb to part your lips. “I hope your ready, because I can’t wait any longer.” Mammon’s cock twitch and throbbed as he watched your lips get closer and closer to him. The moment your soft lips wrapped around his tip, his own greed took over as he thrust his length as far as possible inside your warm wet mouth. He was trying hard to not make you gag but the rush of pleasure was taking over as he gripped your hair forcefully down to your scalp and bobbing your head at a faster and faster pace, matching the rhythm of his hips. Your jaw ached a little trying to take as much of him as possible and your moans involuntarily came out, sending a small vibration around him. Mammon’s breaths were getting louder and mixed with praise for you, while you couldn’t help but use one of your own hands to create some friction for your self. Felling how needily Mammon was trying to reach his climax made your own need become almost unbearable. Mammon was now half whispering yes over and over until with on last hard thrust, he filled your mouth with his hot seed. Mammon pumped himself slower and slower until his orgasm reached completion. His cum was so much and so messy, you just couldn’t possibly swallow it all. It leaked past your lips and down your chin and coated your tongue in white. You whined out, eyes getting glossing with tears from needing your own release. Mammon took a moment to return back to you. When he did, he chuckled softly, using his hands to clean your face up a bit. “Sorry, I just couldn’t hold back. I promise to make you cum twice as hard when we get back home.” Mammon lifted you off the floor. “Lets clean you up and get out of here. Seeing you like that, ha, I just might not be able to wait until we get home.”
