I been thinking about the brothers from Obey me and their demon form, like, awfully a lot
Just imagine fucking Satan so good that his claws are clinging to anything for dear life, and his tail is nothing better, it trashes under him and holds so thightly to whatever it is under him until to point of leaving cracks if not breaking it (he may get mad once he finally cold down but he won't really replaced it unless is something important or is completely broken)
Speaking of tails, while Belphegor's tail curls around you the more you thrust on him the less strenght it has and slowly let go of you, contracting and twiching while still lingering close to your body, while with Leviathan is the complete opposite, it graps around your waist or thight and won't let go for anything in this world, desperately trying to keep you close and keep you going, in fact, his tail tightnes to the point of leaving a mark when he feels his orgasm bubbling up in his tummy
And when it comes to wings we have Lucifer who will try with all his strenght to keep his wings from reacting, who will try to make sure his wings don't stretch or the feathers getting fluffy with how much he is enjoying having you over him, he tries to fight back his reactions until his strenght vanish complete and his wings stretch out completely. We also have Asmodeus who's the complete opposite, who shows off his wings with all the pride of the world and has no problem with letting you see how much his wings stretch and contract, not even how much they start to tremble and move around when he is getting closer to his orgasm, in all honestly he is quite proud of them and their reaction
In the other hand there is Mammon who's wings aren't as reactive as Asmodeus', his wings just trembles and twiches from time to time along with the rest of his body but when he is high with his orgasm and when he finally cums his wings go completely still, completely stretched out and firm before completely relaxing, almost like melting, as well, Beelzebub's wings aren't reactive neither, his wings tremble a bit along with him but they tend to twich and shake a few times, when he feels a new wave pleasure taking over him, it is quite adorable when it happens because is always accompanied with a groan that slowly turns into a louder moan
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"uh- uh-huh..." he nods vigorously when you ask him if he wants to cum again, his tummy already covered in his own white, sticky cum. beads of it roll down his sides and onto the sheets, leaving a mess that you slowly lick up with your tongue.
"ahhhh~!" he moans loud as he watches you do it, his hands clenching into fists where they lie handcuffed above his head and against the bed frame.
"are you sure? you're already such a mess, baby." you ask, your hands moving up and down his hips slowly, your tip still in his red, raw hole. it was surely bruised at this point from how much he had been demanding you keep going--begging for your brutal touch to continue until he couldn't cum anymore. he had more to give, you just weren't sure how much more before he passed out, then again, maybe that was what he wanted.
his tongue lolled out of his mouth as he exposed his neck to you again, silently begging for more love bites to litter his skin. even his eyes looked like they had little hearts in them, so love-drunk on he pleasure you were giving him he didnât care if his body was ruined afterwards so long as he could keep chasing it for a little while longer.
"please~?" he asked in response, his voice so sweet and sincere you can't help but bottom out in him again. his hole clenched desperately around your length despite how loose you thought it'd be by now. your darling lets out a loud, high pitched, happy whine, pushing his hips back against yours as best he can in his bound position.
he smiles, biting his lip and looking up at you with a smugness that would be more prominent if he wasn't on his 4th orgasm. he knows you love his insatiable appetite, knows you love him more than anything, and knows you'll give him whatever he wants.
you tsk, glaring down at him even as an incredulous smirk is growing on your lips, "greedy slut." you lean down to whisper the words and his legs come up to wrap around your waist, forcing you closer to him.
"yours. only yours." he mumbles against your lips, kissing you with so much need and desire that you'd think he hadn't seen you for a year.
you scoff, "fucking better be how long it's gonna take me to wash these sheets."
he whimpers as you chuckle, his smugness dying down as he kisses you harder, with more urgency. his greedy ass clenches around you, his walls tightening to try and pull you deeper--pull you deep enough that you'll say something sweet to him. part of him loved when you teased him, but the shyer part was so embarrassed that it only wanted your praise and agreement of how much you adored him.
you groan and thrust harder into him, giving your sweet slut what he wants as you whisper, "yes, only mine," against his neck.
his legs squeeze your sides tighter and he gasps, eyes rolling back and entrance holding you hostage deep inside of him as he releases again. his dick squirts hot, sticky cum over both your stomachs again and this time you donât even care about the stains that will no doubt be in the blankets later.
this time, he finally seems to be getting tired as he pants, wrists tugging on his restraints weakly again as he mumbles, "hold..."
you quickly undo the handcuffs, pulling his tired arms over your shoulders and rolling onto your back, dragging him on top of you. he nuzzles into you like a fucking bunny, not even caring about his cum that he's practically lying in.
"you're gonna clean this up for me, yeah?" you ask, already bringing two of your fingers--dripping with his cum--to his pouty, wet lips.
he nods, obediently opening his mouth and taking your fingers inside, licking them like a professional porn star. his eyes stay tracked on yours as his tongue curls around your digits, sucking gently and going so deep he gags.
you're the one who has to pull away for him to stop, a thin string of saliva connecting your fingers to his lips.
"good boy." you whisper, already scooping up more cum to deliver to him like it was dessert after such a gluttonous dinner. and he'll drink it all back up if it means you'll let him squirt it onto you again later when he's more rested.
ranpo, MAMMON, asmodeus, SHIGARAKI, gojo, douma, kaveh, YOUR FAVS <3
a/n: yes, i'm still procrastinating requests i swear they're coming... eventually...
𩸠How They React to You Wanting to Peg Them đŠ¸
Side Chars Ver.
Contains: Pegging (duh), mentions of a strap, pathetic men, Asmo owns a collection of dildos, brat taming Belphie and Satan, dom!reader w/ sub!brothers, dom/sub dynamics, sir/maâam/master, Beel is clueless, spanking (Belphie), biting (Asmo, Beel, Belphie), Levi kinda acts like a hentai protagonist on purpose, READER IS GN. NO PRONOUNS/GENITALIA ARE MENTIONED (only nipples and an ass), and others I may have missed
A/N: it was kinda hard to write the poly scenario, but I have to include it!! Thatâs my thanggg/ref
𩸠Lucifer
Lucifer would be initially stunned into silence when you first suggest pegging him.
His pride would make him hesitate, but beneath that composed exterior, he's secretly intrigued by the idea of relinquishing control to you.
He'd mask his interest with a raised eyebrow and a questioning gaze, asking "Are you certain this is what you desire?" while already considering the possibilities.
Once he agrees, Lucifer transforms from the commanding demon to a pliant partner.
His moans are low and guttural, completely different from his usual controlled speech.
He grips the sheets beneath him, knuckles turning white as he takes you.
His wings might occasionally flutter involuntarily with particularly deep thrusts, and he maintains eye contact with you, watching you dominate him with an expression of pure worship.
You enter Lucifer's study late one evening, finding him poring over documents as usual. "Lucifer," you begin, heart racing, "I have a proposition for you."
He looks up, crimson eyes narrowing slightly. "I'm listening."
You take a deep breath. "I want to peg you."
The silence stretches for what feels like an eternity. Lucifer sets down his quill, leaning back in his chair. "An... unusual request." He studies you carefully. "But not entirely unwelcome."
Later that night, Lucifer lies on his bed, stripped of his usual formal attire. You've prepared him thoroughly, fingers stretching him open as he pants beneath you. When you finally press the strap against his ass, he arches his back, a choked moan escaping his swollen lips.
"Look at me," you command, and his sharp eyes lock onto yours as you begin to move. Each thrust draws a new sounds from him that he didnât even know he could make. His hands intertwine with yours, insisting you push deeper as his body trembles with pleasure.
"More," he finally gasps, voice ragged. "Please, my love."
When he finally cums, it's with a cry of your name, his body convulsing around the strap as he spills across his stomach. When he comes down from his high, he pulls you close, kissing you with a newfound intensity. "We must do this again," he murmurs against your lips. "Soon."
𩸠Mammon
Mammon would absolutely freak out when you first suggest pegging him.
His face would turn beet red, and he'd start stammering and waving his hands around. "W-W-Wait a second! The Great Mammon? Ya want to... to me? But that's... that's not..."
Despite his protests, you'd notice the growing bulge in his pants betraying his genuine interest.
He'd eventually agree after you reassure him that it doesn't make him any less masculine or desirable.
Once you get started, Mammon becomes a whining, whimpering mess beneath you. He'd alternate between calling you "sir" or "ma'am" or âmasterâ depending on your preference, his voice cracking with pure ecstasy.
He'd try to maintain some semblance of his ego, but fail miserably as you hit that spot inside him that makes him see stars.
His hands would grip the sheets or whatever they could grab on to, and he'd beg for more despite his embarrassment at enjoying it so much.
You find Mammon counting his grimm in his room when you approach him with your idea. His eyes widen as he accidentally drops a stack of bills. "Eh?! Ya want to do what to me? To The Great Mammon?! I can't let ya... I have to give back!â
"Itâs for your pleasure," you say lovingly, and he visibly shudders at your tone.
Later that evening, Mammon lies face down on his bed, trembling slightly as you finger fuck his hole. "Please be gentle," he whispers into the pillow, his voice muffled.
As you slowly press the strap against his entrance, he cries out, his body tensing before relaxing with a long moan. "Oh fuck, treasure! SsâgoodâŚâ
You begin to move, and Mammon completely loses any remaining composure. "Yes, master/maâam/sir! Mmmshfuhh âs too much!" he babbles, tears streaming down his flushed face as pleasure overwhelms him. His hips push back against you instinctively, seeking more friction.
As he cums, his body trembles as he spills onto the sheets beneath him. Afterward, he buries his face in your neck, embarrassed but satisfied. "Don't tell anyone about this, okay? Especially not my stupid brothers...â
𩸠Leviathan
Levi would completely short-circuit when you suggest pegging him.
His face would turn an impressive shade of purple as he'd start switching between his human and demon forms uncontrollably.
âW-W-W-WHAT?! B-But that's... I-I can't! I mean... I want to! But I can't! You'd think I'm gross and weird and..."
He'd be an absolute mess of contradictions, desperately wanting it but terrified of your judgment.
Levi would be in his demon form almost immediately once you start.
He'd be writhing and whining beneath you, completely overwhelmed by the sensations.
His tail would wrap tightly around your wrist or waist, anchoring himself as you thrust into him.
He'd babble incoherently, focused entirely on the physical sensations. "Ohhh! âS shoo deep! HahâŚ! Please, more! I've never felt anything like this! âS sshoo good⌠canât.. can't handle itâŚâ He'd probably cry from how good it feels, tears streaming down his face as he begs for more.
You find Levi in his room, surrounded by gaming equipment. When you mention wanting to fuck him, he drops his controller, his eyes widening. "E-Eh?! You want to... to me? But I'm not... youâll think Iâm disgusting and andâŚ!"
"No I wonât, my love. You know Iâd never think that about you," you assure him, watching him tremble with anticipation.
Later that night, Levi is already in his demon form by the time you enter his room, his tail twitching nervously. "I-I've never done this before," he stammers, avoiding eye contact.
As you scissor him open, he whines and squirms, already overwhelmed. When you finally enter him, he cries out, his tail immediately wrapping around your waist. "Ohhh! âS... âs inside me! Mm⌠can feel it sâ deep! âS... âs too much!"
You begin to move, and Levi completely loses it. ââs too much! Feels sâ good! Don't stop! Please don't ever stop! I'll do anything! Just please keep going!
He screams your name as his cocks spew pearly liquids onto the sheets. After, he clings to you, still in demon form, his tail wrapped possessively around your leg. "Can... can we do that again? Soon? Please? I've never felt anything that good in my entire life!"
𩸠Satan
Satan would try to maintain his composure when you first suggest pegging him, but you'd see the flicker of interest in his green eyes.
He'd cross his arms and raise an eyebrow, attempting to appear analytical rather than eager. "An interesting idea," he'd say, though you'd notice him swallowing nervously. "I suppose we could experiment... for research purposes."
He'd never admit how much the idea of relinquishing control excites him.
Once you're inside him, Satan's carefully constructed composure shatters completely.
He'd bury his face in a pillow or his arms to hide his blush and the tears of pleasure gathering in his eyes.
His horns are incredibly sensitive, trembling with each thrust. When you accidentally brush against them, he'd gasp loudly, his body arching involuntarily.
He'd try to muffle his moans but fail miserably, instead letting out choked whimpers that betray how much he's enjoying it.
His tail would wrap around your leg, holding you close as he pushes back against you.
You approach Satan in the library where he's reading. "I have something I want to try with you," you say, watching him carefully.
He looks up from his book, marking his page. "And what might that be?" he asks, though his tail gives away his interest with a slight twitch.
When you explain your desires, Satan's face flushes. "I... suppose we could," he manages, though he avoids eye contact.
Later that night, Satan lies on his bed, face buried in his arms as you prepare him. "Just... be gentle," he mumbles, voice muffled.
As you slowly press the strap against his entrance, he gasps, his body tensing before relaxing with a long moan. "Oh... that's... different..."
You begin to move, and Satan completely loses his composure. "Please don't stop," he begs, voice muffled by the pillow. "It feels... sâ good..."
His horns tremble with each thrust, and when you accidentally brush against one, he cries out, his body arching. "Right there! Please! Again!"
When you finally touch his horns deliberately while thrusting deep inside him, Satan cums with a choked sob. Afterward, he refuses to look at you, hiding his face in your chest. "Don't tell anyone about this," he whispers.
𩸠Asmodeus
Asmodeus would be absolutely delighted when you suggest pegging him!
His eyes would light up with excitement, and he'd practically bounce on his heels. "Oh, darling! Finally! Someone who appreciates the finer things in life!"
He'd immediately start rifling through his collection, dismissing his usual toys with a flick of his wrist. "No, no, those are far too common for such an occasion with you! We'll need something... special. Something that will make me feel every exquisite inch of you."
Asmo would be a vocal, writhing mess from the moment you start.
He'd push back against you shamelessly, demanding more. "Harder, darling! Don't be shy!"
He'd love it when you grab his hair, pulling his head back to expose his neck.
When you bite him, he'd cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, his body arching beautifully.
He'd praise you constantly between moans. "Yes! Just like that! Mark me as yours! Show everyone who I belong to!" His demon form might emerge partially, his wings fanning out in ecstasy.
You find Asmo admiring himself in his full-length mirror when you approach him with your idea. He turns to you with a gasp of delight. "Oh, you wicked thing! I knew there was a reason I adored you!"
He immediately leads you to his closet, revealing an impressive collection of toys. "But these simply won't do," he says, dismissing them all. "For you, my love, only this will suffice." He pulls out a large, intricately designed dildo in a deep purple color. "Obsidian carved with pleasure runes. Rare, exquisite, and absolutely divine. Let me know if you ever want to borrow it, you pervert!â
Later that night, Asmo lies on his bed, already writhing in anticipation. "Please, darling, don't make me wait," he begs, his voice breathy.
As you prepare him, he pushes back against your fingers shamelessly. "More! I can take more! I want to feel you stretching me wide open!"
When you finally press the obsidian dildo against his entrance, he cries out, his body arching beautifully. "Oh yes! That's it! Deeper!"
You begin to move, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back. "Take it. Fucking take it.â
"Yes! Yes! Use me! Make me yours!" he cries out as you bite his shoulder, hard enough to leave marks.
He cums with a pretty moan youâve heard spill from his lips before. Afterward, he pulls you close, admiring the bite marks in the mirror. "Darling, that was absolutely divine! We must do this again soon! Perhaps tomorrow? I have a few other rare pieces I think you'd enjoy..."
𩸠Beelzebub
Beel would be completely confused when you first mention pegging.
He'd tilt his head, his expression genuinely puzzled. "Pegging? Is that... a type of food?" Once you explain what it actually is, he'd consider it for a moment before nodding slowly.
"Oh. So... you want to put something inside me? Like... how I put my cock inside you? Okay. If it makes you happy, I'll try it." He'd be completely unfazed by the idea, more curious about whether it would feel good than concerned about any stigma.
Beel would be surprisingly receptive once you start. He'd be vocal about what feels good, his deep voice rumbling with pleasure.
âOh... that's... nice," he'd moan as you find the right angle.
He'd love it when you praise him, responding with renewed enthusiasm. "Am I being good? Should I move like this?"
He'd be surprisingly responsive to biting, his body arching when you sink your teeth into his shoulder. His large hands would grip your hips or the sheets, holding on tight as he takes you.
You approach Beel while he's snacking in the kitchen. "Beel, I have something I want to try with you," you say, watching him carefully.
He looks up from his food, mouth full. "Is it edible?" he asks, swallowing.
When you explain your desires, Beel considers it for a moment. "Oh. So you want to be inside me? Like how I'm inside you sometimes? Okay. If it makes you happy, I'll try it. But can I eat after? I'm getting hungry."
Later that night, Beel lies on his bed, watching you curiously as you prepare. "Will it feel good?" he asks, his large cock already hardening in anticipation.
As you slowly press the strap against his entrance, he gasps, his body tensing before relaxing with a long moan. "Oh... that's... different... but good..."
You begin to move, and Beel responds with enthusiasm. "Like this?" he asks, pushing back against you experimentally. "Is this good?"
"You're being so good for me, Beel," you praise, and he beams at your words, his movements becoming more confident.
When you bite his shoulder, he cries out, his body arching. "Oh! That... that feels good too⌠please do that again.â
As you continue to thrust into him, his large cock leaks against his stomach. "I'm... I'm close," he gasps. "Is it okay if I cum?"
He cums with a deep groan, reddened mushroom tip hitting his toned stomach. Afterward, he pulls you close, nuzzling against your neck. "That was... really good," he admits. "Can we do that again? Maybe after I get a snack?"
𩸠Belphegor
Belphie would be initially unimpressed when you suggest pegging him, letting out a dramatic sigh. "Do I have to move? Can't you just ride me instead?"
He'd pretend to be annoyed, but you'd see the flicker of interest in his violet eyes. "Fine," he'd say with exaggerated reluctance. "But if I fall asleep, it's your fault."
He'd secretly love the idea of you taking control, even if he'd never admit it willingly.
Once you're inside him, Belphie's pushing back against you deliberately, testing your limits.
"Is that all you've got?" he'd taunt, though his voice would betray his arousal.
He'd love it when you punish him: spanking him hard enough to leave marks, yanking his hair, biting his neck until he cries out.
He'd grip his favorite pillow for dear life as you shove his head into the attic bed, his muffled moans of pleasure mixing with his protests. "Harder! Donât be fucking weak."
You find Belphie napping in the attic when you approach him with your proposition. He cracks open one eye, sighing dramatically. "Do I have to? I'm comfortable here."
âYou'll like it," you assure him, and he considers it for a moment before shrugging.
"Fine," he says with exaggerated reluctance. "But this better be worth waking up for."
Later that night, Belphie lies on his side in the attic bed, already gripping his favorite pillow. "Hurry up before I fall asleep," he grumbles.
As you prepare him, he pushes back against your fingers deliberately. "Is that supposed to feel good? Because I'm not impressed."
When you finally enter him, he gasps, his body tensing before relaxing with a long moan. "Oh... okay... that's... not bad..."
You begin to move, and Belphie's bratty attitude emerges full force. "Is that all you've got?" he taunts, pushing back against you. "I've felt better from Solomonâs cooking."
In response, you yank his hair, shoving his face into the mattress as you spank him hard. "Behave," you growl, and he whimpers in response.
"Fuck! Too much!" he cries out as you bite his shoulder, hard enough to leave marks. "Toomuchtoomuchtoomuch!"
He screams in his pillow at the intensity of his orgasm, clenching onto whatever ego he had left. Afterward, he clings to you, his body trembling. "Okay," he admits quietly. "That was... better than I expected. Next time, we need to do it at an earlier time, before my nap."
𩸠Poly!Brothers
When you suggest pegging all seven brothers at once, the reactions are predictably varied.
Lucifer raises an eyebrow, intrigued by the challenge. Mammon flushes bright red but agrees immediately when he realizes the others are participating. Levi short-circuits at the idea but nods enthusiastically. Satan tries to appear composed but can't hide his interest. Asmo squeals with delight, already planning which toys to use. Beel is confused but willing. Belphie pretends to be uninterested but secretly loves the idea.
The brothers work together to prepare you, their hands exploring your body as they get you ready.
Asmo directs them with expert precision, positioning you on your hands and knees with pillows supporting your weight.
âWe need to make sure our darling is comfortable before we begin," he says, adjusting your position.
Lucifer kneels before you, his fingers teasing your nipples as Satan and Beel attend to your other needs.
Mammon and Levi position themselves on either side, their hands stroking your skin as Belphie lies beneath you, his breath warm against your most sensitive areas.
As you enter each brother in turn, they respond differently but all with overwhelming pleasure.
Lucifer maintains his composure longest, but even he breaks when you thrust deep inside him, his moans mingling with the others.
Mammon whines and whimpers, calling you "sir/ma'am/masterâ between gasps.
Levi writhes beneath you, his tail wrapping around your thigh as he begs for more.
Satan hides his face, his horns trembling with pleasure.
Asmo pushes back shamelessly, demanding harder and deeper.
Beel rumbles with satisfaction, his large hands gripping your hips.
Belphie grips his pillow, his muffled moans of pleasure mixing with his protests.
As you move between them, the brothers work together to pleasure you in return.
Hands and mouths explore your body, bringing you to the edge again and again.
When youâre finished, they surround you, their bodies tangled together in a heap of satisfied limbs and contented sighs. "We should do this again," Asmo purrs, and the others murmur their agreement, already anticipating your next encounter.
Up next: 𩸠How They React to You Wanting to Peg Them 𩸠SIDE CHARS VER.
Summary: Mammon makes a scene during dinner, leading to a fun case of abusing your pact
Content warnings: GN!reader / MC, Established relationship, Angry but not toxic reader, Using the pact for very non-pact related things, Cumming untouched, Cumming in pants, No P in V, Light Dom/Sub, Sub Mammon, Mammon is a masochist
AN: I'm gonna fuck this man until he cries, then coddle him like a baby.
WC: 1,000
Since the first command you issued to your pact demons, it was obvious one of them had a different edge to his reactions. He groaned, whined, seethedâthrew ridiculous, half-hearted insults that were barely rewarded with so much as a roll of the eyes; but he also quivered. The thrum of your pact would give it away to even the most oblivious master- Mammon likes it when you order him around.Â
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âI said down Mammon!â If you weren't scalding with rage, the cracking thud of his knees on the ground may have garnered a wince.Â
âI didn'-â
âQuiet!â Teeth clack, snapping shut. âI can't believe you would make a scene like that at dinner- you humiliated me in front of so many people!âÂ
In Mammon's defence, he really hadn't meant to. Humiliate you, that isâthe scene was entirely on purpose, long and drawn out and so, so public- yelling about the indiscretion a lower level demon had made by accidently brushing your shoulder in passing.Â
What had begun as a nice night at a new upscale restaurant, your demon promising to wine and dine you until you couldn't stand straight, had ended a clash of teeth and horns you nearly caught a stray from. It's a miracle you weren't banned on the spot.Â
âI don't know if I can ever go back there- some random guy didn't need to be taught a fucking lesson Mammon!âÂ
âMmf-âÂ
âI said Quiet!âÂ
It's hard to say if he's apologetic. Head hanging low in shame, nearly able to mimic Lucifer by the scrunch of his brows, lip jutting and bittenâall scream yes, beg you to forgive him for the Devildom tradition of protecting what's yours. It nearly makes you feelâŚbad.Â
The swell of his cock blows away the fog of guilt- resting hot and heavy against his thigh, hands stuck to the floor by your order, he can't even pretend to maintain his pride.Â
âYou're kidding me. I'm here trying to tell you why I'm upset, and you're hard? Do you like pissing me off? Fuck- sometimes I get why your brothers are so keen on hanging you from the ceiling.â
He can barely look at you, head dropped so low you nearly miss the gloss in his eyes.
âI don't even know if you're listening to me. God, you're so- speak Mammon.âÂ
âI'm sorry! I didn' know the thing in the bar would make yaâ so angry, I jusâ wanted to show that damn imp not ta touch yaâ! What did yaâ want me to do, jusâ let it go? I-â
âStop. Even when you're apologizing you're-â You force a stop to that thought before it can't be taken back. âI just- wanted a nice night out Mamms. I wanted a break.âÂ
â...âM sorry, I really amâŚâ A pause. âI love yaâ⌠Jusâ didn't want demons thinkinâ they can mess with my human.â
It's all too clear in this moment how soft you've grown towards the chaos of Hellâwhen instead of rage flaring, exasperation as Mammon tries winning you over with sweet words, it simmers. Low in your belly, sticky in your throat, still thereâbut dimmed. His punishment can be decided later.Â
âI love you too,â Sighed out, almost frustrating to admit. âBut seriouslyâŚcan't you pretend not to like being scolded for five minutes?âÂ
âNot- mmf,â Mammon flinches when you press a foot to his thigh, spreading it wider. âNot theâŚs-scoldingâŚâÂ
âI can barely hear you-âÂ
âSaid it's not the scoldinâ!â He should know better than to return you with an outburst- the way you cross your arms sternly shows that.
It also gives you an idea.Â
âIâm being nice by forgiving what happened, donât yell at me. Actually- stand up.â Itâs always amusing, the way your demon's bodies respond with such vigorâMammon practically shoots up, grunting at the release of strain on his knees. Quickly he covers himself, apparently deciding he still has some dignity left even as pre stains a small circle at the front of his pants.
âUh uh, arms at your sides.â The use of so much magic is starting to give you a headache, but itâs worth it to see Mammon shiver and whine, forced to show you exactly what your words do to him.Â
âYer killing me, Treasure!â Drama. âGonna make me do somethinâ embarrassingâŚâÂ
âWhat, are you gonna cum in your pants?â Ding ding. Mammon looks away in embarrassment, flush descending, disappearing below the collar of his shirt. You can't stifle a snort.
âNot my fault! Yer the one orderinâ me around- canât control my body!â Something about making him ruin one of those stupidly expensive pairs of jeans makes you smile. Later, when his brain isn't clouded by lust, he'll argue about the waste- whine about how difficult it is to get cum out of fancy clothesâbut that's a problem for future Mammon.Â
âYouâre right, it is my fault. Be still, Iâll take care of it.âÂ
His cock visibly twitches, following a low whimperâthe promise of relief affecting him nearly as much as the surge of a command. Until you donât make any effort to move.
He opens his mouth to complain, to groan that if you won't touch him, he should at least be able to do it himself, to whine that âit hurts, human!â-
âBehave.â Shuts him up, makes him moan.Â
âTreasure-â
âNo.â Makes him jerk.
âMaster-â
âQuiet.â Earns you the beautiful sight of eyes rolling into the back of his skull.
âGrk-â He hunches over as much as your pact will allow, nails digging into the sides of his thighs and drawing dark blood through denim; tainting the dark skin of his fingers in a way that makes your heartâand groinâburn with heat.Â
Unable to hide it, you watch as Mammon chokes on garbled soundsâcock pulsing thick rivulets of cum down his own leg, seeping out the denim until he can hardly breathe. Only then do you release him.Â
Mammon collapses into you, throwing his arms over your shoulders, face to your neck, to cling. Even as wetness soaks the collar of your top, his trembling is clear.
When a thief sneaks in to steal from the princess, he finds himself attracted by another prize. Or, he fucks you while you're sleeping but then you 'turn the tables' on him. Get it?
Contains: somnophilia, dubcon (both ways), creampie, overstimulation, character unspecified, female reader, eventual dom!reader if you're patient, princess reader, concubines mentioned, afab genetalia for reader, written in a horny haze as soon as i woke up, no beta we die like my sanity
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As the princess of a far off, untitled kingdom, it wasn't often you were able to rest so early in the evening.
So used to the usual banquets, meetings, and balls, it came as a bit of a surprise when you find yourself alone in your room, with no maids to attend you and no responsibilities for the rest of the evening.
A rather welcome surprise.
Dusk had fallen not merely an hour ago, but you quickly ready yourself for a peaceful, full night of rest that you haven't experienced in weeks.
Lights off, soft sheets on, and only the moonlight to keep you company.
For once, it isn't long before you drift of.
He shouldn't be here.
That much is obvious, at least, to every thief.
But as he slips through the window without a sound, he realizes he really shouldn't be here.
This is your room, the princess.
Your body laying under the covers which tastefully outline your curves says that much.
Not that he knows you. Well, everyone knows you, he supposes. The eldest princess, first in line for the thrown. Your beauty and kindness are renowned throughout the land, though it was also said that you seldom left the castle grounds.
And now, here he was. Supposed to be focused on breaking away with as many valuables as he could successfully manage, while really just taking in the princess he had never been lucky enough to lay eyes upon.
He doesn't know how long he's stood there, just looking at you, when you shift slightly, a quiet sigh slipping through your lips.
Before he's consciously aware of his body's movements, the mattress dips beneath his weight as he slowly crawls towards you.
He finds himself holding his breath. Up close, the moonlight bounces off your skin, which is mostly hidden by the soft sheets. That won't do.
A hand comes up to draw the blankets back. Peeling the edge of the sheet down, his breath catches in his throat. Your body is completely bare under the sheets. He hurriedly pulls away the rest. This is wrong, more wrong than anything he's done in his whole miserable life of thieving.
But god, he'd never wanted anything in his life more than he needs you now.
Your body is soft and pliant as he removes the rest of the sheets, your warmth seeping into the surrounding air.
He hesitates for barely a second before bringing his hand to cup your breast, gently rolling the nipple in his rough fingertips.
You release another sigh, still in the depths of sleep.
His fingers trail lower. Brushing down your stomach, taking a detour down and up your inner thigh, before resting at your entrance.
So dirty, he berates himself, that he's performing an action so abhorrent.
It only makes his cock harder.
Rubbing at your slit, while his other hand moves to toy with your clit, you start to become slick. A soft whimper escapes your lips as he pushes a thick finger in, your walls clenching down on him.
"So tightâŚ." He murmurs, fingering you slow and deep.
Your hips shift as you meet his thrusts vaguely, still no closer to waking than you were.
He can't take it any longer. Slipping his trousers off, he strokes himself as he fits another finger into you. Scissoring deep in your warmth, he strokes himself off with his other hand, spreading his quickly gathering pre from the tip. His low grunts occasionally fill the room, and after enduring the wait for far longer than he wanted to, he slipped his fingers out.
Further lubing his length with slick covered fingers, he brings his blunt tip to your slick entrance.
"So fuckin' good for me," he groans as he breaches your entrance.
You let out a whimper at the size, though your eyes remain shut.
He groans deep, rough thumb rubbing at your clit to make the access smoother. Your tight walls grip him ruthlessly, milking his cock nice and hard.
Not many could say they got to fuck the princess, he thinks with a huffed laugh, bottoming out. He can barely make himself pause, pulling out a few inches and shoving himself back in.
Your whines and moans are only a distraction that could alert someone of his presence. He rests a finger on your tongue, watching your mouth close around it and muffle your sounds at least slightly.
That's quickly pushed to the back of his mind as you tighten around him, his ministrations against your clit paying off.
He doesn't think he can hold it much longer now.
As thrusts begin to speed up, he pays less and less attention to your face. He tilts his head back, eyes closed, as he spurts hot cum into your pussy.
Continuing as he rides his high, he doesn't see your eyes open or your arms moving. Doesn't notice anything until you've used his distracted and weak state to flip him over.
"Wha-"
"Must be embarassing, coming so fast. I was barely beginning to enjoy it." Your hand finds his softened cock, stroking it.
"Wait, stop, I'm-"
"Sensitive? That's too bad. I have to get my fill too, you know?" Grinning, you rub his tip, giggling at his pained whimper. "It's the least you can do, you know, after what you were doing. Did I say you could come in my pussy?"
He tries to pull his hips from your touch, but your weight on top of him keeps him unable to run.
You grip his cock harshly. "Did I?"
"N-no!" He cries, cock returned to full hardness. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please,"
Repeating his action from earlier, you push a couple fingers in his mouth. He knows better than to bite down. "Shh, it's alright. You're a thief, yeah? Is that why you came in here?" Your voice is soft, cooing at him sympathetically.
He nods, eyes widening as you guide his tip back to your cunt. He sucks on your fingers, not admitting to himself the comfort the feeling brought.
"I'll make sure you're provided for, here." With a smile, you sink down on his cock, letting out a low moan along with him. "You'll stay, of course."
He barely takes in your words, not knowing whether to push into your heat or pull out of it. It's too much and not enough, and he feels himself approaching the edge.
You feel him twitch. "Close again? Seems you might need some training."
Roving your hips back and forth, you pull his hand back to your clit. He should really make himself useful, since you're letting him do this. Such a big, buff man and all he can do now is whine.
Your pace increases as the two of you get closer, and you lay over him a bit more to change the angle. "Fuck, this is all you're good for, isn't that right?"
You become breathless, chasing your high. It catches you off guard when he pathetically squirts what's left of his load into your pussy.
Normally you'd like to punish him for such behavior. But he's new, and you suppose you've been mean to him enough for one night.
Tears fill his eyes at even more increasing sensitivity, but it doesn't take much longer for you to finish. Clenching tight around him, you come, feeling the waves of pleasure crash through your body.
After letting yourself recover for a beat, you get up on shaky legs, putting on a robe. And knocking on your door to signal the guards.
They're about used to it at this point, picking up the confused but boneless man and bringing him to the rest of your collection.
You're excited to see how he gets along with the rest of the concubines, after all.
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He thought you had swallowed it all, which is why he kissed you without any hesitation. Squirming around slightly as you pushed your tongue inside his mouth. His hands were bawled into fists and resting on his thighs as he concentrated on the kiss, returning your actions by swirling his wet muscle around as well. Still totally unsuspecting, he continued his motions, until he tasted something weird on your tongue. It was mostly tasteless and slimy, yet somehow so intense and hot. Slowly he was running out of air. When he tried to pull back a little you reached for the back of his head, yanking on his hair to keep him from escaping. âMhm~..!!â A meek whine escaped him, muffled due to your lips. Now his hands were clawing at your chest weakly as he hoped youâll let him breath. Face flushed to the fullest while more whimpers escaped him.
Despite all that you didnât yield, all you did was continuing to suck and slurp. Gagging sounds could be heard from the poor boy. Since he seems to be struggling so much all because of an âinnocentâ kiss, you decided to be kind to him. Breaking the kiss and loosening your grip on his hair, licking your lips and then swallowing once again. He on the other hand was still totally out of it, tongue hanging out as tears collected in the corners of his eyes. You smirked a little as you teased, âdoes your own cum taste good?â So that was the strange thing he tasted, it was his own⌠fluids. The blush on his cheeks darkened, something you didnât know was possible. It got to the point were even his ears were beet red. You wanted to kiss him again, but he started nuzzling against your chest, hiding his face from you. Thatâs why you asked, âWhatâs wrong sweetie?â Instead of answering you, he just clenched your shirt and whispered, âthis is not fair⌠gimme a break.â
Hiiii! Love your writing đđ 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 brothersâ harsh words head on - he doesnât care what they have to say about him! But after overhearing his brothers talking behind his back, Mammon isnât 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 âpuppyâ and âpupâ, mammon calls reader âmasterâ, body worship, so so much praise
Let me know if you think I missed anything!
All characters are over 18 :)Â
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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 thereâs so much exposition, I canât help myself sometimesâŚ
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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 (donât you go telling any of them, now!).
Which made what was happening right now hurt so much more.
He knows he isnât the worldâs 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 heâs pawned off some ridiculous anime figure of Leviâs (why have it if youâre just going to keep it in the box, huh?), or one of Satanâs first edition books, or one of Luciferâs cursed records, or-⌠you get the point. He certainly has a greedy streak, but he canât help it, okay? Thatâs 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 youâre there to cheer him on.
But you werenât 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? Itâs impossible to keep a secret in this house, so there really wasnât any point in trying.
â-he doesnât even treat them right, have you seen how unhappy they are when theyâre with him?â
âAnd heâs so annoying, too. They donât want to spend every breathing second with you, yâknow?â
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 sayinâ? He curled himself up on his bed, wrapped tight in the sheets, and sobbed quietly into his pillows. He knows he doesnât 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 youâre 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 wasnât always the most punctual, Beel had almost obliterated all the food already, and he hadnât even come down yet to âgrace the table with the Great Mammonâs presenceâ. Thinking of him made you smile at your food, but your smile didnât last for long.Â
Heâs never this late to dinner⌠you chewed the inside of your cheek, worried. I wonder if heâs okay?
â-MC, are you listening to me?â
You snap your head up from your plate, Luciferâs piercing eyes staring you down. You flush, embarrassed, and scramble to respond.
âY-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-â
âYouâve said enough. I could tell you werenât present with us, anyways.â He glances at Mammonâs empty seat, and turns his eyes back to you. âItâs pretty obvious why.â
âYuck, you guys are so gross!â Levi shouts, sticking his tongue out. âYou know thatâs normie behavior, right, MC? Itâs so gross how youâre âin loveâ, or whatever-â
Lucifer rolls his eyes, ignoring Leviathanâs ranting. âGo check on him.â
You perk up, looking at him, surprised. âReally? Okay!â
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 Mammonâs 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 canât 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.
âMammon?â Nothing.
âHey Mammon, itâs MC! I brought you dinner, if youâd like it!â
 Still nothing.
âMammon, are you in thereâŚ?â
A muffled âGo âway!â rings out, and you drop your hand that had been knocking to your side.
âAt least come get your dinner, you didnât eat!â
ââm not hungry.â
You twist the handle, noticing he didnât lock the door. âAlright, Iâm coming in there-â
âNo!â 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 Mammonâs hurry to close the door on you), and about nothing else.Â
You push against the door, adamant this time. âMammon, please, if you donât want to talk to me about whatever happened yet, thatâs fine, but please, at least take the food-â
The door opens just wide enough for Mammon to snatch the plate out of your hands. You donât 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.Â
âI took the food, ya can go now-â
âDid I do something wrong?â He falls silent at your words, and you go on. âIâm sorry if I did, but please, let me make up whatever I did wrong-â
You thought that you had done something wrong? Mammonâs dumbstruck - you were perfect, you were you, why would you ever think you were the one in the wrong? Wasnât it obvious that this was all his fault?
â...Mammon?â you sigh. âI- if you donât want to tell me, thatâs okay, Iâm sorry I came to bother you, you clearly donât want me to be here.â
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 youâre pulling your foot out of the frame. You blink up at him, surprised, and he immediately shrinks in on himself. He knows heâs a mess right now - ruffled hair, puffy eyes, wrinkled clothes - but he also knows that he canât have you thinking you did something wrong. He may be a terrible boyfriend according to his brothers, but he wonât be that terrible of a boyfriend.
âOh, honey,â you say, voice as soft as velvet, taking a few steps toward him. âAre you okay?â
And you watch as he just crumples, tears flowing openly again. Heâs desperately sniffling, rubbing at his eyes, trying to get them to stop, but now that the floodgates have been opened, he canât control them anymore.Â
âY-yeah, Iâm fine, Iâm the great Mammon, after all!â he responds shakily, trying his best (and failing) to hold in his tears. âNothing shakes me, ya know that, treasure.â
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 heâs more focused on you. He winces as you click the light on, too, and hopes you donât 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 wouldnât say it. It was one of the things he loved so much about you - he didnât have to be good with words, because you already know what heâs going to say.
He jumps slightly as your hands reach for his face, directing it at yours. His eyes still wonât meet yours, and you sigh.
âWhatâll it take for my handsome boyfriend to look me in the eye, huh?â you croon sweetly. He can see the pout forming on your lips and the glint behind your eyes without even having to look. And heâs sure that you can feel the flush of his skin under your hands as blood rushes straight to his cheeks. It didnât take much for you to fluster him, even now.
âMammon.â
â...MC,â he conceded, allowing himself a peek at you.Â
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 didnât know how to handle it. Why did you love him?
âWhy do I love you? Why wouldnât I love you?â You could tell he hadnât meant to say that out loud, but you pushed on before he could get a word in. âYouâre kind, and youâre so sweet to me, and you care about your family above anything else, and-â
âThatâs not true,â he murmurs, watery eyes looking away from yours once again. âThey think Iâm mean, and annoying, and that Iâm making you unhappy-â
âOh, baby,â you coo, thumbing gently at his cheek. âDo I need to remind you just how perfect you are for me? My perfect boy.â
He flushes, stammering as you lead him back to his bed. Thereâs 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.Â
âI donât know whatâs got you all in your head,â you say, leaning down to hover your mouth just above his. âBut Iâm going to remind you just how good you are, okay?â
Before he can stammer out an âokayâ of his own, your lips are crashing against his. Thereâs a sort of desperation behind your movements, and it has blood rushing down to his cock prematurely. He canât help it, not when youâre 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.
âBaby, baby, look at me,â you murmur, cupping his cheek. âThis is about you but that doesnât mean you can break the rules. We go at my pace, okay?â
âS-sorry,â he hiccups, tears filling his waterline. âSorry, Iâll be good for you, Iâm sorry, Iâll be a good puppy, so please, donât hate me!â
âHate you? Honey, why would I hate you?â
Youâre appalled that he would even think so lowly of you. Hate him? He didnât 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 didnât hate him - hell, you revered him.
âT-thatâs what they-hic-were sayinâ,â he sobbed, the tears now at full force, âThat I make you unhappy and that I donât treat you right and and and-â
You interrupt again before he can spiral any further, squishing his cheeks between your fingers in an attempt to get him to slow down.Â
âBut did I say that baby? Did I tell you any of those things?â
He shakes his head gently, but the babbling doesnât stop. Heâs 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.
âSilly Mammon,â you say, leaning down to leave a sloppy kiss on his cheek. âDoes my little puppy need another reminder of just how much I love him?â
His head bobbles in a frantic yes, eyes finally finding yours again. Thereâs something feral sparkling in your eyes, but before he can comprehend it youâre 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.Â
You pull away, thumbing gently at his cheek. âUse your words, puppy. What do you need?â
âW-whatever you want,â he pants, his glazed over eyes struggling to meet yours. âAnything you want, please, wanâ you!â
You try to remain composed, but you canât 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 canât 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.
âAw, puppy, youâre already soaking for me, arenât you? Sweet thing,â you coo, eyes never leaving his cock. âIâm going to ruin you.â
He doesnât get more warning than that before youâre 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.
âM-MC,â he stutters out between moans. âMaster, please, I c-canât take it! F-feels sho guh-good!â
You hum around him, sending vibrations coursing through him. One glance up at him and you know heâs 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.
âFeeling better, puppy?â You murmur, kissing your way up to his mouth until youâre eye to eye, once again straddling the meat of his thighs.
He nods, and you frown down at him, unimpressed.Â
âWords, pup.â
âYeah,â he says, dazed. âT-thank you, master, made me feel so good.â
âGood puppy,â you murmur, pecking his cheek. âBecause Iâm not done with you.â
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.
âYou were doing so perfect for me, pup, what happened?â You pout down at him, giving his cock a warning squeeze. âMy pretty puppy, do you think you can give me one more? Just one more, I know you can be good, hm?â
âY-yeah, yeah, I can be g-good, hnn! So good, master, the goodest!â
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 heâs sufficiently leaking all over your hand, you shift your weight, tapping his cheek to get his attention.Â
âReady, puppy?â
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 Mammonâs face. Heâs 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.Â
âF-fuck, puppy, stretching me so good, arenât you? Can feel you-unh!-all the way u-up here, baby.â
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.Â
âSo wet, arenât you, puppy?â you pant, tightening your jaw to keep the moans from spilling out. âAbsolutely gushing for me, gonna squirt for me like a girl?â
He opens his mouth to respond, and you slap a hand over his mouth. âPuppies donât talk, remember? Or did I already fuck my puppy dumb?â
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. Heâs 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.
âSay thank you, puppy.â
âW-woof!â he responds, and you give him a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss in return.
âGood boy, remembering my rules. How about you play with your pretty nipples as a reward, hm? And then maybe Iâll think about letting you cum.â
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.
Youâre 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.
âC-come undone with me puppy, câmon, wonât you-ahn!-be good for me? My best boy. You c-can cum, fuck fuck fuck! Cum.â
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.Â
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.Â
Youâre both absolutely disgusting - smelling of sex and covered in the evidence - but you bring his hand to your face anyways, gently kissing his knuckles.
âYou know I love you more than anything, right?â You say, almost so quietly he misses it, âI hate that even for a second you doubted that.â
He tries to stop the feeling bubbling to his chest, but itâs hard to ignore when you nuzzle your face into his neck. Heâs never really had the luxury to love like this, since heâs 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.
ââm sorry I made you worry,â he says, slinging an arm over you and pulling you closer. âI justâŚIâm not the best person, yâknow? So I figured you finally saw that.â
You nip at the juncture when his neck meets his shoulder and he yelps.
âDonât talk about my boyfriend like that. Heâs the kindest, most loving, most exciting person to be around, and Iâm the one whoâs lucky to have him.â
The fierceness in your gaze catches him by surprise - why would you care so much? Sure, heâs 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 didnât bring anything to the table, not like they did.
âStop that,â you say, louder this time.Â
âGet out of your head and look at me. I wouldnât be here if I didnât want to be. Youâre not annoying, and your brothers donât know how much you do for them when theyâre not looking. Youâre an amazing brother, and the perfect partner. I love you, okay? I love you so much, my Mammon.â
âI love ya too, MC. Thank you for remindinâ me,â 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.
â â â
âDo you think Mammon is okay?â
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.
âI can assure you, Leviathan, he is more than okay.â
