he's already covered in so many liquids. his skin is sticky from a mix of cum, sweat, saliva, and tears. under the moonlight from the window, it makes him glisten like a diamond--a slutty diamond that keeps crying for more and less at the same time.
every inch of his skin feels like it's on fire. the tingling sensation hasn't gone away since his first orgasm, and that was three ago. it's almost as if there's a wave of sensation washing over him each time you lazily stroke his cock, and the tide has no intentions of going out any time soon.
"nghhh... please..." he begged, voice barely above a mumble and so slurred you almost want to tell him you don’t understand him just to watch him whimper at the thought of using what little energy he has left to repeat it. however, the trail of drool dripping from his mouth persuaded you to give your darling a break.
"please what, my baby?" you ask in response, a hand coming up to his face to cup it and glide your thumb under his eyes, wiping away the tears only to have them replaced immediately with new ones.
he bites his lip, a gorgeous note of whine and moan leaving him as he blinks up at you with bleary, glossed over eyes. if it was possible, you'd say he looked more distressed after you asked the question, his pretty head shaking as he hiccuped.
"i don’t... i don’t know..." he cried pitifully, breaths coming out in short gasps as he arched into your fingers.
your hand moved down, grazing his balls just to watch him flinch before reaching his loose, wet, raw hole that clenched around nothing under your gaze. it pulsed, blinking at you like it was both desperate and afraid of you entering it again. not that it would hurt anyways, after all, it was leaking lube down between his cheeks and onto the bed beneath him.
"well... you have to tell me something, sweetheart." you told him. the condescension in your voice laced over mock comfort made him preen and blush. everything was just so fucking overwhelming. you could touch the tip of his nose and he'd sob.
his breathing picked up again, unfocused eyes watching you like you were the only thing keeping him even vaguely grounded. you looked so put together compared to him. just staring at the way your skin was soft and dry, your hair was still nice, and your expression was still sobered all made him want to curl up from embarrassment and arousal.
he opened his mouth again, trying to say something, anything, but he didn’t know what he wanted. all he knew was that he felt like he was high and also deep in some broken version of his mind at the same time. his shaking hands reached up to wrap around your neck, wanting you closer despite how sensitive he was and mewling into your shoulder when you conceded, pressing your perfect body and clean skin against his ruined, messy one.
"awww, my sweet baby." you cooed into his ear, voice soft and everything he needed for his eyes to roll back and his legs to fall open again, begging you for more even if he was already so shattered from what you had given him.
"please..." he begged again, voice trailing into a soft breath as you smiled down at his pitiful form.
"please, what?" you asked again, fingertips trailing slowly up his thighs, hips, sides, and ribs before going down again. his whole body quivered under the touch, trembling like a leaf, or a delicate butterfly fluttering in your palm.
"m-more." he whispered, face blossoming into a bright red from shame as he let out a soft plea for more despite how much you had already given him.
"as you wish, my love." you whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead and making him sob before burying his face in your neck.
your hand wrapped around his dick and he screamed against your skin, biting it to try and stop the whole neighbourhood from hearing. but, when your other hand slowly circled a finger around his rim before pushing into his sloppy, wet hole, he couldn't hold back the way his hoarse voice broke through the walls of your bedroom.
by morning, you'd have the city filing a complaint that would swiftly be thrown in the trash as you brought your darling back to bed for another dozen rounds.
YUJI, giyuu, kaeya, SIGMA, mammon, haibara, shigaraki, your favs <3
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Hiiii! Love your writing 😘😘 wondering if you wanted to write about mammon and a little pet play with a gentle soft Dom!AFAB Mc (or GN). Have a nice day!!!
It's Always Sunny With You (NSFW)
Summary: Mammon always takes his brothers’ harsh words head on - he doesn’t care what they have to say about him! But after overhearing his brothers talking behind his back, Mammon isn’t sure how much more he can take. Sometimes, your little puppy needs to be reminded how much you love him (and just how good he is).
Warnings: sub!mammon, dom!reader, hurt/comfort, starts out angsty with a capital A, swearing, pet play, reader calls mammon “puppy” and “pup”, mammon calls reader “master”, body worship, so so much praise
Let me know if you think I missed anything!
All characters are over 18 :)
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Oh Mammon my sweet sweet boy :( So excited to be writing for him! He deserves all the love in the world, and sometimes he seems to forget that. Thank you so much for the request, I hope you enjoy! Sorry that there’s so much exposition, I can’t help myself sometimes…
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Mammon put up with a lot.
This much was clear - as one of the seven rulers of hell, the second oldest at that, he had a lot on his plate. No matter how idiotic, or greedy, or in his own world he acts, he does really love his brothers (don’t you go telling any of them, now!).
Which made what was happening right now hurt so much more.
He knows he isn’t the world’s best older brother - hell, he could be a pretty terrible one at that - and the way he acted 99.9% of the time reflected that. Like all the times he’s pawned off some ridiculous anime figure of Levi’s (why have it if you’re just going to keep it in the box, huh?), or one of Satan’s first edition books, or one of Lucifer’s cursed records, or-… you get the point. He certainly has a greedy streak, but he can’t help it, okay? That’s his whole shtick, for crying out loud! Sure, he tends to gamble all the money he earned from pawning their stuff, but so what if he did? He always wins it all back eventually, anyhow. Especially if he has you - his lucky treasure - at the tables with him. He swears he always wins when you’re there to cheer him on.
But you weren’t here now, were you?
No one in this family had any idea of how to have a quiet conversation; Lucifer had eyes and ears in every nook and cranny anyways, so what was the point? It’s impossible to keep a secret in this house, so there really wasn’t any point in trying.
“-he doesn’t even treat them right, have you seen how unhappy they are when they’re with him?”
“And he’s so annoying, too. They don’t want to spend every breathing second with you, y’know?”
Immediately, tears blur his vision, and he picks up his pace. Stupid Satan and stupid Leviathan and stupid stupid Mammon. Do ya even love him? He wondered, fumbling his way into his room. Was he really just as bad as they were sayin’? He curled himself up on his bed, wrapped tight in the sheets, and sobbed quietly into his pillows. He knows he doesn’t deserve you - beautiful, kind, sweet, perfect you - it was inevitable that he would lose you. He never could hold on to treasure very long, anyways, how was he going to manage to keep one as precious as you? Who would want to stay with a greedy, annoying, clingy, disaster like him anyways? You were his everything, the reason the sun rose, the air he breathes, his most valued treasure. But you had so many people around you who loved you, who could love you better than him. Hell, you have the whole Devildom wrapped around your little human finger. Not to mention the angels who flock to you like you’re their reverie, and the shady sorcerer who insisted on taking you as his apprentice. All the powerful forces of the three Realms would come to your beck and call, so why would you want to have anything to do with someone like him?
Stupid, idiot Mammon. No one could ever love someone like you, anyways.
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You sighed, trying your best to discreetly glance around the table. The brothers were rowdy as always, but one voice was missing - the voice of your boyfriend. While Mammon wasn’t always the most punctual, Beel had almost obliterated all the food already, and he hadn’t even come down yet to “grace the table with the Great Mammon’s presence”. Thinking of him made you smile at your food, but your smile didn’t last for long.
He’s never this late to dinner… you chewed the inside of your cheek, worried. I wonder if he’s okay?
“-MC, are you listening to me?”
You snap your head up from your plate, Lucifer’s piercing eyes staring you down. You flush, embarrassed, and scramble to respond.
“Y-yeah, yeah of course Lucifer! Just thinking about how dinner is so good, who made it tonight, haha? My compliments to the chef, they did a-”
“You’ve said enough. I could tell you weren’t present with us, anyways.” He glances at Mammon’s empty seat, and turns his eyes back to you. “It’s pretty obvious why.”
“Yuck, you guys are so gross!” Levi shouts, sticking his tongue out. “You know that’s normie behavior, right, MC? It’s so gross how you’re ‘in love’, or whatever-”
Lucifer rolls his eyes, ignoring Leviathan’s ranting. “Go check on him.”
You perk up, looking at him, surprised. “Really? Okay!”
Without as much as a second thought (much to the chagrin of the six brothers who were present at dinner) you throw together a plate of food and rush off to Mammon’s room. You wondered if he was sick (do demons get sick?), or maybe if he fell asleep - you knew he tended to stay out late, even on school nights. That can’t be right, you thought with a frown. He was with me last night.
Lost in your thoughts, you almost walk past his door. Double-taking, you take a few steps back and rap your knuckles on his door, to no response.
“Mammon?” Nothing.
“Hey Mammon, it’s MC! I brought you dinner, if you’d like it!”
Still nothing.
“Mammon, are you in there…?”
A muffled “Go ‘way!” rings out, and you drop your hand that had been knocking to your side.
“At least come get your dinner, you didn’t eat!”
“‘m not hungry.”
You twist the handle, noticing he didn’t lock the door. “Alright, I’m coming in there-”
“No!” you get the door about halfway open before a force is pushing it back closed. You throw your foot in the doorframe, wincing as the door tries to slam closed through your foot. Taking a peek in, you notice the room is dark. You can make out the outline of a blanket, strewn on the floor (presumably in Mammon’s hurry to close the door on you), and about nothing else.
You push against the door, adamant this time. “Mammon, please, if you don’t want to talk to me about whatever happened yet, that’s fine, but please, at least take the food-”
The door opens just wide enough for Mammon to snatch the plate out of your hands. You don’t even see him, really - just the blur of his arm reaching around the door, and the feeling of the door once again trying to close through your foot.
“I took the food, ya can go now-”
“Did I do something wrong?” He falls silent at your words, and you go on. “I’m sorry if I did, but please, let me make up whatever I did wrong-”
You thought that you had done something wrong? Mammon’s dumbstruck - you were perfect, you were you, why would you ever think you were the one in the wrong? Wasn’t it obvious that this was all his fault?
“...Mammon?” you sigh. “I- if you don’t want to tell me, that’s okay, I’m sorry I came to bother you, you clearly don’t want me to be here.”
He can hear your frown through the door, the tears that are probably hanging at your waterline, the dejected tone in your voice. Without thinking, he haphazardly sets the plate of food down, Diavolo knows where, and throws the door open just as you’re pulling your foot out of the frame. You blink up at him, surprised, and he immediately shrinks in on himself. He knows he’s a mess right now - ruffled hair, puffy eyes, wrinkled clothes - but he also knows that he can’t have you thinking you did something wrong. He may be a terrible boyfriend according to his brothers, but he won’t be that terrible of a boyfriend.
“Oh, honey,” you say, voice as soft as velvet, taking a few steps toward him. “Are you okay?”
And you watch as he just crumples, tears flowing openly again. He’s desperately sniffling, rubbing at his eyes, trying to get them to stop, but now that the floodgates have been opened, he can’t control them anymore.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine, I’m the great Mammon, after all!” he responds shakily, trying his best (and failing) to hold in his tears. “Nothing shakes me, ya know that, treasure.”
You frown at him, worry written all over your face. You gently push your way into his room, and he lets you, looking everywhere but your face as you gently close the door behind you. The gentle click of the lock catches his ear, but he’s more focused on you. He winces as you click the light on, too, and hopes you don’t mind how he looks right now. He can feel your gaze on him, all of him, tearing apart whatever walls he was feebly trying to keep up. You always knew what was up, even when he wouldn’t say it. It was one of the things he loved so much about you - he didn’t have to be good with words, because you already know what he’s going to say.
He jumps slightly as your hands reach for his face, directing it at yours. His eyes still won’t meet yours, and you sigh.
“What’ll it take for my handsome boyfriend to look me in the eye, huh?” you croon sweetly. He can see the pout forming on your lips and the glint behind your eyes without even having to look. And he’s sure that you can feel the flush of his skin under your hands as blood rushes straight to his cheeks. It didn’t take much for you to fluster him, even now.
“Mammon.”
“...MC,” he conceded, allowing himself a peek at you.
That was his first mistake. You were looking at him with such admiration, as if he had hung the moon and all the stars in the sky, and he didn’t know how to handle it. Why did you love him?
“Why do I love you? Why wouldn’t I love you?” You could tell he hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but you pushed on before he could get a word in. “You’re kind, and you’re so sweet to me, and you care about your family above anything else, and-”
“That’s not true,” he murmurs, watery eyes looking away from yours once again. “They think I’m mean, and annoying, and that I’m making you unhappy-”
“Oh, baby,” you coo, thumbing gently at his cheek. “Do I need to remind you just how perfect you are for me? My perfect boy.”
He flushes, stammering as you lead him back to his bed. There’s a noticeable dent from where he laid, unmoving, earlier, but you ignore it. Instead, you gently guide him to lay down on his back, and sit to straddle his hips.
“I don’t know what’s got you all in your head,” you say, leaning down to hover your mouth just above his. “But I’m going to remind you just how good you are, okay?”
Before he can stammer out an “okay” of his own, your lips are crashing against his. There’s a sort of desperation behind your movements, and it has blood rushing down to his cock prematurely. He can’t help it, not when you’re straddling his hips and kissing him like your life depends on it. His hips buck when your tongue pushes into his mouth, and his shaky hands move to grasp at any part of you he can grab. They land on the plush of your hips, trying to guide you to grind down onto his already aching cock. You pull away at this, and he whines, a genuine sort of hurt hiding in the depths of his eyes.
“Baby, baby, look at me,” you murmur, cupping his cheek. “This is about you but that doesn’t mean you can break the rules. We go at my pace, okay?”
“S-sorry,” he hiccups, tears filling his waterline. “Sorry, I’ll be good for you, I’m sorry, I’ll be a good puppy, so please, don’t hate me!”
“Hate you? Honey, why would I hate you?”
You’re appalled that he would even think so lowly of you. Hate him? He didn’t show up to one dinner and you had about lost your mind! He had always been the sun - so bright and beautiful and charming - and you had just been lucky enough to have been pulled into his orbit. You didn’t hate him - hell, you revered him.
“T-that’s what they-hic-were sayin’,” he sobbed, the tears now at full force, “That I make you unhappy and that I don’t treat you right and and and-”
You interrupt again before he can spiral any further, squishing his cheeks between your fingers in an attempt to get him to slow down.
“But did I say that baby? Did I tell you any of those things?”
He shakes his head gently, but the babbling doesn’t stop. He’s refusing to make eye contact again, and you frown, mad at yourself for not seeing the problem sooner. He had no reason to be insecure, he was the best thing that had ever happened to you, and you were just going to have to remind him of that.
“Silly Mammon,” you say, leaning down to leave a sloppy kiss on his cheek. “Does my little puppy need another reminder of just how much I love him?”
His head bobbles in a frantic yes, eyes finally finding yours again. There’s something feral sparkling in your eyes, but before he can comprehend it you’re slamming your lips back on his, your hands running down his pants to paw at his bulge. You toy with his belt a bit and he whines into your mouth, hips shifting under you in an attempt to get you to hurry up.
You pull away, thumbing gently at his cheek. “Use your words, puppy. What do you need?”
“W-whatever you want,” he pants, his glazed over eyes struggling to meet yours. “Anything you want, please, wan’ you!”
You try to remain composed, but you can’t help the desperate shake of your hands as you fumble with his belt. You slip off of his lap, tapping his hip gently with your pointer finger as you shift off him. He lifts them for you without a word, eyes watching intently as you guide his pants and underwear off in one swift motion. You can’t help the grin from spreading across your face when his cock slaps against his abdomen. His tip is an angry red, almost purple, and fat globs of pre-cum run down the side of his cock.
“Aw, puppy, you’re already soaking for me, aren’t you? Sweet thing,” you coo, eyes never leaving his cock. “I’m going to ruin you.”
He doesn’t get more warning than that before you’re swooping down, tongue running up the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock. Your hands find his inner thighs and they twitch under your touch, trying to close around you as you slide between them. His hands scramble for purchase in the sheets as your head bobs down his length, taking him into your mouth. Another spurt of pre-cum dribbles out of his cock, and you suck it up, greedy, intent on making him fall apart under you.
“M-MC,” he stutters out between moans. “Master, please, I c-can’t take it! F-feels sho guh-good!”
You hum around him, sending vibrations coursing through him. One glance up at him and you know he’s already gone - eyes teary and glazed, hair messy, and one of his hands frantically fumbling to play with his nipple. You swirl your tongue around his leaking head and give one final bob downwards before he loses control of his hips and bucks into your mouth, painting your throat white with cum. You nurse him gently through it, suckling until his hips twitch with overstimulation. Pulling off him with a pop!, you give Mammon a lazy grin, rubbing gentle circles into his thigh with your thumb.
“Feeling better, puppy?” You murmur, kissing your way up to his mouth until you’re eye to eye, once again straddling the meat of his thighs.
He nods, and you frown down at him, unimpressed.
“Words, pup.”
“Yeah,” he says, dazed. “T-thank you, master, made me feel so good.”
“Good puppy,” you murmur, pecking his cheek. “Because I’m not done with you.”
He blinks up at you in surprise, and you spit on your hand, grasping at his softening cock. He winces at the contact on his sensitive cock, hands weakly moving to stop you. You grab at his wrist, giving him a warning look.
“You were doing so perfect for me, pup, what happened?” You pout down at him, giving his cock a warning squeeze. “My pretty puppy, do you think you can give me one more? Just one more, I know you can be good, hm?”
“Y-yeah, yeah, I can be g-good, hnn! So good, master, the goodest!”
He drops his hands back to his side, letting you have your way with him. Despite his earlier protests, he hardens quickly at your ministrations, tip already leaking at your touch. You lean down and press a gentle kiss to his mouth, eating up the little whimpers slipping from his maw. Once he’s sufficiently leaking all over your hand, you shift your weight, tapping his cheek to get his attention.
“Ready, puppy?”
He blinks up at you in confusion, mouth opening to question you, but you line his cock up with your entrance and slide down, and his mouth forms a little oh instead. You flinch at the stretch, but any sort of pain quickly blurs into pleasure as you guide his tip to kiss that gooey spot inside of you. Your eyes want to flutter shut but you refuse to let them, instead basking in the drunken look on Mammon’s face. He’s clearly edging on the border of painful overstimulation and thoughtless pleasure, and when you clench around him just right, there might just be hearts in his eyes.
“F-fuck, puppy, stretching me so good, aren’t you? Can feel you-unh!-all the way u-up here, baby.”
Your hand moves to your lower abdomen, eyes mean as you tap right where you feel him. He watches you with utter reverence, unable to look away as your pace picks up, hips rolling in a steady pattern.
“So wet, aren’t you, puppy?” you pant, tightening your jaw to keep the moans from spilling out. “Absolutely gushing for me, gonna squirt for me like a girl?”
He opens his mouth to respond, and you slap a hand over his mouth. “Puppies don’t talk, remember? Or did I already fuck my puppy dumb?”
Your condescending tone has his eyes rolling back and his tongue lolling out, and you catch it, rolling it between your thumb and your forefinger. He’s drooling everywhere, little unh unh unh!s and masther!s slipping from his mouth. You tug on his tongue a bit, and you look him right in the eye as you spit into his mouth and let him choke on it a bit. When his eyes start to roll again, you let go, and watch him greedily swallow the mix of your spits.
“Say thank you, puppy.”
“W-woof!” he responds, and you give him a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss in return.
“Good boy, remembering my rules. How about you play with your pretty nipples as a reward, hm? And then maybe I’ll think about letting you cum.”
His head bobbles as he nods, hands messily sliding up to toy with his nipples. He rolls them between his fingers, tugging, and you see his abdomen tense as he holds back from bucking up into your soft, wet heat.
You’re not doing much better, and when his tip kisses that sweet spot inside you again, you feel yourself start to unwind. You lose your pace, desperately chasing your high as your insides spasm around him.
“C-come undone with me puppy, c’mon, won’t you-ahn!-be good for me? My best boy. You c-can cum, fuck fuck fuck! Cum.”
At your command, he lets go, filling your insides with his warm cum. You shake around him, prying your heavy eyes open to look at the blissed out expression on his face. His cheeks are streaked with dried tears and drool, and the most delicious flush spreads all the way down his chest. You run a hand through his matted hair as he comes down from his second orgasm of the night, extremely pleased with how he wearily blinks at you, eyes unfocused.
You wince as you pull off of him, and his cum weakly dribbles out of your entrance. You roll over to lay next to him, making sure to slip your hand into his.
You’re both absolutely disgusting - smelling of sex and covered in the evidence - but you bring his hand to your face anyways, gently kissing his knuckles.
“You know I love you more than anything, right?” You say, almost so quietly he misses it, “I hate that even for a second you doubted that.”
He tries to stop the feeling bubbling to his chest, but it’s hard to ignore when you nuzzle your face into his neck. He’s never really had the luxury to love like this, since he’s fallen to the Devildom, and it fills him with an inexplicable warmth. He rolls to face you, and he stiffens as your eyes find his.
“‘m sorry I made you worry,” he says, slinging an arm over you and pulling you closer. “I just…I’m not the best person, y’know? So I figured you finally saw that.”
You nip at the juncture when his neck meets his shoulder and he yelps.
“Don’t talk about my boyfriend like that. He’s the kindest, most loving, most exciting person to be around, and I’m the one who’s lucky to have him.”
The fierceness in your gaze catches him by surprise - why would you care so much? Sure, he’s the Great Mammon, but under all of his pizazz, he was just a boring, regular demon. Lucifer is influential, Leviathan is passionate, Satan is smart, Asmo is beautiful, Beel is strong, and Belphie (despite his brat behavior) is soft and sweet. But he didn’t bring anything to the table, not like they did.
“Stop that,” you say, louder this time.
“Get out of your head and look at me. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be. You’re not annoying, and your brothers don’t know how much you do for them when they’re not looking. You’re an amazing brother, and the perfect partner. I love you, okay? I love you so much, my Mammon.”
“I love ya too, MC. Thank you for remindin’ me,” he huffs out, embarrassed at the tears springing to his eyes again.
He sniffles, hiding his head into your hair and pulling you closer. You hold him just as tight, and he drifts off in your arms, the tension of the day slipping away in your embrace.
– – –
“Do you think Mammon is okay?”
Lucifer glances up from his place at his desk, glasses crooked and face a little flushed. He tries his best to subtly adjust himself, and rubs at his temples, exasperated. Sometimes, being aware of everything happening in the house was more of a curse than a blessing. Your voice as you cooed at his brother was going to stick with him for eons to come.
“I can assure you, Leviathan, he is more than okay.”
pairing: obey me! shall we date? — mammon x fem!reader
word counting: 1.2k
content warning: groping | slight humping | masturbation (m) | kisses | slight nipple play and begging
summary: you keep groping mammon in your sleep, turning him on
side note: english is not my first lenguage, so i apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes
Like usual, Mammon had snucked into your room, and like usual as well, you let him stay, enjoying his company as you both cuddled in your bed, your head resting on his chest as one of his arms is wrapped around you, the other using his D3 to scroll through Akuzon, seeking what to spend his Grimm on.
You're scrolling on Devilgram on your D3 too, eyelids already dropping with sleep after being in front of the screen for so long. With a yawn, you turn off your D3 and put it down.
"I'm gonna sleep, baby" you announce to Mammon as you wrap both of your arms around his waist, feeling how he tensed for a second before relaxing. He kept on being bashful after being together for so long, such a Mammon thing.
"U-uh, mmh" he hums shyly, blushing cheeks as he secures his arm around you and pulls you impossibly closer. "Go to sleep, treasure. I'll be right here" he reassures with a soft voice.
And you go to sleep with a slight smile on your lips, knowing that it was true.
As promised, Mammon holds you close as you sleep peacefully and he keeps on scrolling on his D3, purchasing some items from Akuzon with Levi's money and then scrolling through Fab Snap.
Your first demon knew that you tend to move in your sleep, he surely knows after getting the air knocked out of his lungs after you had kick him on the stomach once —on your third time sleeping on the same bed—, but he had never felt your hand move that vividly before.
His D3 had lost importance on his hand as he watches your own unconscious hand move from his chest, down his abs, brushing along his hips, and going back up, as if petting a puppy.
Even if it was an innocent touch, Mammon had always been a sucker for your touch. Sometimes a simple look from you makes his knees feel like jelly, so to no one's surprise, as you keep on touching him in your sleep, a painful boner starts to grow on his jeans.
"Agh…damn it…" he mumbles, not mad at you, but embarrassed about how much he's affected by your touch, your presence. He looks back at you, eyes starting to form with little tears as he bites down his lower lip to not let out any embarrassing sounds.
Your hand keeps on sliding up and down his chest and abs, until you decide to change the area and start to caress his side, making Mammon almost whimper when you grip his hip softly.
His hips thrust in the air, making some kind of friction with the fabric of his jeans that makes him let out little moans and soft whimpers as he takes some relief with those movements. Should he wake you up? You looked so tired before sleeping…
"Mmgh…treasure, please…" he whispered, his blue-yellow eyes still on you as he kept on thrusting in the air. He's sure he looks pathetic, but he doesn't have any other way to relieve himself right now.
All his movements and little sounds came to a halt when you shifted around, humming tiredly as you fix your position beside him, and to make matters worse, you slip your hand under Mammon's shirt, which wasn't anything new, but didn't help his state right now.
"Are ya doin' this on purpose?!" he whisper-yelled as he looks down on you with desperation on his eyes.
As your hand now touched his bare skin, Mammon couldn't handle it anymore.
Putting his phone away, he moved slowly and with delicacy to not wake you up as he reaches to put his zipper down and undo the buttons of his jeans, letting his hard cock out with a simple pull of his underwear.
The second born bites down his lower lip again, doing his best to not let out his whiny moans as he wraps his free hand around his length and start to stroke it slowly, at the same time your hand now wonders around his sensitive chest, feeling how your fingertips brush oh so slightly with his nipples, making him shake.
"Fuck…" he mumbles under his breath, pre cum already leaking from his tip as his eyes are glued on your sleeping face.
How could you look so pretty while making him go this crazy? Well…it's not like you also didn't drive him crazy while you were awake. He leaves a kiss on your forehead before looking back at his hand moving up and down his cock.
As you twitch in your sleep, your hand squeezes his pecs, making Mammon shut his eyes close and bite his lower lip as in to try and not moan out loud. It almost looked like he was gonna drag blood from it from how hard he was bitig his lip.
"Love, please…" he begged to your sleeping figure, still debating if waking you up or not. It had come to a point where his hand wasn't enough, and it felt like he was edging himself.
His suffering ends when he accidentally lets out a loud moan, waking you up in the process, desoriented and with furrowed eyebrows. One blink, two and three. It took you a moment to adjust your vision as Mammon's hand didn't stop for a second even after waking you up and getting caught.
You rub your eyes with one hand before looking back at Mammon with raised eyebrows. "Really Mammon?" you ask, though there's no annoyance on your voice, only fondess towards him.
"W-well…it's yer fault for touchin' me like that!" he whines and hide his face on your neck as he keeps on jerking.
You let out a tired chuckle and run your fingers through his white hair before taking his chin to make him look up at you, kissing his lips before he could sputter out some other nonsense.
"You know I get touchy when I sleep" you say teasingly, leaving more kisses along his face while the arm that was wrapped around your waist now slides down your night shirt, soon finding your swollen breasts and squeezing one with his hand.
"You drive me crazy…" he mumbles, and there's no annoyance on his voice either, only pure fondess towards you as well. "Kiss…kiss me please…" he whispers with that sweet voice and looking up at you with those puppy eyes that he knows you love.
And how can you say no to that?
As you kiss him, he finally moans freely as your lips serves as a cushion to muffle them, and his hand takes speed, making squelching sounds as he pre cum serves as a lubricant.
Knowing he was close, you push his shirt all the way up, uncovering his toned abs and chest as he starts shooting thick ropes of cum as he whines against your lips.
Pulling away, the second born gasps for air as you turn around to look at the mess he did on his chest, caressing his hip in comfort as he calms down.
You leave a kiss on his forehead and smile at him, admiring his blushing cheeks and deer eyes. "Well…good night" you say, turning around and laying down again, leaving Mammon dizzy and with a sticky mess on his chest as you go to sleep again.
"[Name]?!" Mammon squeals as sees you fall asleep in a blink of an eye. Is Belphie rubbing off on you that much?
chara. by appearance: mammon, leviathan, asmodeus, beelzebub, satan, belphegor, lucifer ft. afab!MC / afab!reader
♡ no gendered terms used for reader except "mommy"
♡ 18+ under the cut
nightbringer has reawakened my love for obey me! when i first started OM, one of my things was deducing what demons brothers are subs and now i know my answer is all of them. might expand on this later!!
mammon: mommy kink. it's canon, trust me. mams is so down bad for his mommy. a service sub w bratty tendencies but his dick always wins the battle between continuing to be difficult or being obedient and cumming. loves when you pull him by the hair no matter the context. to get his attention? yes. making out? obviously. forcing him to look at you while he's on his knees? the dumb baby might cum in his pants.
leviathan: two ways to deal with our lovely snake boi. first, degrade him. make fun of him for being a dumb virgin, spank him, bite him. humiliate him by stripping him completely but keeping most of your clothes on. or second, praise him. treat him so gently like one of his priceless figurines. kiss him all over before you lay a finger on his cock. reward him for staying. levi isn't used to affection but that can be solved by handcuffing him so he can't cover up his pretty body. by degrading him or being super loving, you're being sooooo mean to him it's not fair :((((
beelzebub: praise kink and i refuse to relent in this. for the love of everything holy and infernal, someone praise this boy. do i have to make the argument for oral? he's ecstatic to have you ride his face and will do so for hours if you let him. a well behaved boy - the best of his brothers - with a ton of stamina! loves the size difference between you two. you're a human and so small and so fragile compared to him. but you can make his brain go all fuzzy and make him feel small. your soothing presence brings him to his knees, eager and ready to please.
asmodeus: he's not the avatar of lust for nothing! will switch things up on you whenever he feels like it, just to keep you on your toes! sometimes he's a power bottom, sometimes he's the eager service sub. into some light kitten play! just an excuse for asmo to dress up for you. (though you might want to get him out of it quickly~) cat ears, pretty lingerie, thigh-highs and garterbelts, a tail plug to match... or maybe a classic bunny suit? low cut corset suit with a tail, fishnets, heels, and always ready to serve you.
satan: size queen. anything goes until he safewords. relatively well behaved - he is more impatient than bratty. his chest is super sensitive, he's never walking away without hickies. doesn't say it but he likes it slow. running a hand through his hair, kissing all over his face. he wants to feel like he's yours and yours alone. subspace really calms him down. outside of sex, he curls up to you, staying glued to you. he will get quiet or nonverbal but don't worry! he's in a good mood, so let him lay in your lap and dote on him a little.
belphegor: brat. big big brat. the type of brat that needs to be broken. edge him into oblivion then force him to cum over and over again — that is what the little brat wanted, now he's begging you to stop? maybe he's learned his lesson, but he loves pushing your buttons too much to kick the habit. can only manage to stay up 3–4 minutes after; he believes the post-sex sleep is amazing when he's sore and satisfied. loves to lay on your chest while you rub his back and play with his hair.
lucifer: experienced doms only: hard mode!! everything is discussed beforehand with a very detailed contract - kinks, limits, curiosities. calls you master in bed. loves when you use your pact on him (consensually). pretty obedient boy, as are the terms of your contract. big shibari fan. imagine having the avatar of pride tied up in red ropes like a present looking up at you. that sight alone will make you feel like the strongest being in all three realms.
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a/n: the character is unspecified, but is still depicted as 18+ y/o. I've added a list of characters i had in mind while writing it, you can see the in the tags. You can still imagine your fave, tho!
"What's that? You're crying?" You watch as hot tears run down his cheeks, small sniffles escape him. With a 'tsk', you brush strands of hair that block his face, "You're always all bark, and no bite. It really takes me just a bit of harshness, and you're already turning into a whining dog in heat."
He desperately shakes his head, but not in attempt to disagree with your last sentence, no. He tries to prove that he is capable of biting alright, yet the muzzle you put on him doesn't allow that. Your fingers trace the metal cage, pleased with his pouting expression.
"How about you prove how good you can be for me, let's say, by..." your foot presses against his clothed semi-erection, ripping out a startled whimper. He doubles down, hugging your leg with his arms, eyes trained on your face, "...making yourself cum by humping my leg, hm?"
"What?! You know I can't come, if you don't touch me! You better give me proper attention, [Name]!" He huffs, looking offended by your "dumb" suggestion. You're well aware of how he gets, when you try to put him in his place, trying to appear dominant. His attempts always fail, however.
"Cute. Very cute." You run your hand in his hair, tugging at his messy strands. You look him up and down, his mouth open in a silent moan. "Cute, yet so desperate. Are you not?"
"N-no! I'm not desperate, you are– Ah!" You give his hair a one more harsh tug, which shuts him up completely. "Shut your damn mouth and be a good boy for once, or else I'll make sure you won't get to have any orgasms for a whole week."
"Yes, master..." You nod along his words, petting him in a rewarding manner. You like his feistiness, but his obedient side has a unique charm to it. You press your foot on his still clothed dick, before slightly lifting it. "Hump my leg."
The words sound authoritative, no room left for his brattiness. He hesitates for only a couple of moments, but slowly wraps his arms around your thigh, while his bottom half ruts against your shin. You can't help teasing him by brushing your fingers in his locks.
His movements turn into erratic ones, rhythm lost completely. He turns his head to the side, pressing the muzzle to your leg, as frustrated tears form in his eyes. He blinks, and they start streaming down his flushed face.
"Poor thing, let me help you," you free him from the cage, massaging the spots it connected to. "Don't stop moving. If you make yourself cum like this, I'll reward you." You kiss his temple, urging him to get back to work.
Your dog might bark a lot, but he will never bite the hand that gives him pleasure.
Pinning Lucifer against the wall to win an argument even going as far to cage him in between your arms to see if it would work just to see the old man's face light up in a pretty red as he tries to ignore the absolute boner you just gave him?
Yes.
Grabbing Mammon by the wrists and holding them up on a bed because you two were play fighting again, and he had bitten your hand and it pissed you off just to see him close his legs and raise them to cover himself up after you snarled in his ear as a joke?
Oh gods yes.
Yanking at Levi's tail and pulling him in realll close because he was getting jealous over a succubi that was stealing your attention and you decided to scold him just to find a babbling flustered faced demon in your arms as he tries to move away to ignore the flame you just ignited in his stomach?
Hell yes.
Grabbing onto Satan's waist with one hand along with using your other hand to grab a book he couldn't reach and "accidentally" pressing him against a bookshelf in the library before giving satan the book just to see him cover his face with the book after opening it and walking away to ignore the uncomfortable problem between his legs?
My, My.. Yes.. Please!
Kissing asmo at just the right time after he put lipstick on you to leave a kiss mark of lipstick right on his lips before he giggles and snuggles up to you, suspiciously he sat on only one of your legs.. and you could feel something there..
Mhmmm!!!
Kissing on Beel's ears because he was being all adorable again along with wrapping your arms around his waist and soon making your way down to his collar bone and only nipping him a few times on "accident" just for him to turn around and nuzzle his head into your neck before he bit down on it and hearing muffled words of "please..?" Come out of his mouth.
Oooooh.. yess..
Tugging at Belphie's hair as he was sleeping to wake him up as you had caged him under your body, even going so far as to place your leg between his thighs just for him to start gently whining in his "sleep" as he tries to desperately hide that he's awake along with the fact that he has a massive boner just from being caged like this.
Oh my STARS yEs-
Tell me if i should do the side characters! [Except Luke Of course!]
