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badperson-8 · 3 months

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Butting In (Part 1) Lucifer, Mammon, Levi

Male/AMAB MC finds an intriguing sex toy – a magical fleshlight, which is automatically connected to the body of whoever haunts their sexual fantasies. How will each brother react if MC succumbs to the temptation and uses the device?

amabMC x Lucifer, amabMC x Mammon, amabMC x Levi

3.5k words | NSFW | Porn without plot | gn!pronouns MC | AO3 link

Content Warnings: Dub-con | Anal Sex

Part 2 (Satan, Asmo) Part 3 (Beel, Belphie) Part 4 (Diavolo)

Lucifer

Lucifer sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut. He’s been sent to the House of Lords on behalf of Lord Diavolo for a brief check of their quarterly financial report. But what should’ve taken him at most two hours, stretched into several-hours torture, due to the incompetence of these noble fools. The accounting department did their best to analyze and categorize all the expenses, but Lords were so utterly incapable of providing any reasonable data in time that the finished report turned out to be an incoherent mess.

So now Lucifer is stuck in a place full of insufferable snobs, damned to do their job instead of them. At least the most excruciating part is over: he had to personally collect all the additional papers from each Lord, and now he only needs to compare the numbers. The demon has already sent all the accountants away; if they didn’t succeed the first time, it’s highly unlikely that they’ll be of any use. Lucifer prefers to work alone anyway.

The only two things that motivate him right now are a huge cup of the strongest coffee ever known to demons and potential revenge. If Lucifer manages to find any traces of financial machinations, Lord Diavolo will take this matter into his own hands. And when he’s on the case, it’s useless to hide behind the high status of a noble. The Future King deals with problems swiftly and mercilessly.

Lucifer smirks, takes a sip of coffee, and focuses on the documents in his hands. The demon occupied the office of one of the Lords after he unceremoniously kicked out the owner. The room has too many golden decorations for Lucifer’s liking, but at least the chair is comfortable enough. The soft rustle of papers and the rhythmical ticking of the clock help him concentrate and ignore intrusive thoughts about one particular human who waits for him at home… Perhaps there are actually three things that motivate Lucifer right now, but his pride will never let him admit it.

A sudden shiver runs along Lucifer’s body, making him twitch and almost spill all the coffee on the documents. The demon immediately lets go of the cup and straightens up, trying to figure out what the hell happened. But Lucifer doesn’t spot anything unusual, only the same ticking of the clock breaks the silence of an empty room.

The second shiver strikes him just as suddenly. This time it’s stronger, it pierces his mind and makes him grab the edge of the table, looking for support. Lucifer feels the ghost touches on his body, which concentrate on his backside. He unconsciously presses his hips against the seat in an attempt to hide his delicate parts from the unknown intruder. But to no avail. The unstoppable force concentrates on his most vulnerable part of the body, pressing inside and massaging the tensed walls of his entrance.

Lucifer bites his lower lip, trying to contain all the embarrassing noises deep within; a thin stream of blood runs down his chin and lands on one of the documents, staining it and coloring the white pages red. His trembling hand wipes off tiny drops of sweat from his forehead.

The Avatar of Pride is not capable of panicking, as simple as that. He has everything under control, no matter what happens. But now, for the first time in eternity, Lucifer doesn’t know what to do. He’s lost and confused; the burning desire to twist the neck of whoever does this to him and the baffling temptation to submit to these new sensations are tearing him apart.

Lucifer chooses the first option, concentrating his magic on the faint traces of the curse that makes him lose control over his body. The demon frowns as he mentally untangles the magical energies and reaches the source of the disturbance.

It’s MC, it’s their life force, their magical energy. Lucifer senses the power of some kind of artifact nearby, but its magic doesn’t look dangerous. The demon sighs, letting his tensed muscles finally relax. He feels an all-consuming relief at the thought of MC being the one who’s behind this. It’s them, they are responsible for all this nonsense. Of course, who else would it be? He should’ve figured it out sooner.

A gentle pressure on his insides continues, it seems MC doesn’t use the artifact to its full potential yet, preferring to check the toy with their fingers. Lucifer leans back in his chair and spreads his long legs apart. He could fly all the way to the House of Lamentation, confiscate this suspiciously powerful artifact, and lecture them for several hours straight, but…

Lucifer’s line of thought is interrupted by a sudden sensation of some liquid inside him. The demon frowns harder as he feels his cheeks and ears burn with humiliation. He closes his eyes, not to see how his hand unzips his pants and lets out his neglected boner. He doesn’t want to accept this. Lucifer shouldn’t be so agreeable towards the fact that he is being used as a sex toy. Even if it’s MC who does that. Stroking his dick to such foul sensations feels almost like a betrayal of his Pride. He should ignore his urges and…

The touch of a much bigger object feels shocking, no matter how much Lucifer anticipated dreaded the next stage of MC’s curiosity. It feels so much hotter than their fingers; it stretches him open inch by inch without meeting any resistance from Lucifer’s body. He breathes out sharply and tries to stop his hips from trembling. What a disgrace.

Lucifer clenches his fists, stubbornly ignoring his own growing excitement. But despite his efforts, his thighs spread even wider, chasing the feeling of the hot and pulsating flesh, magically conjured to bring Lucifer pleasure. The damn artifact is too good at recreating MC’s dick, too good at imitating all the deep thrusts. The demon can bear this for only so long. He snarls, grabs his dick, and starts stocking it with hungry desperation.

A quiet moan escapes Lucifer’s lips, but he immediately shuts his mouth with his hand, trying to save at least some dignity. The quicker the pushes become, the more difficult it is to contain all the moans. As Lucifer feels MC coming inside him, he bites his hand as hard as possible to muffle the final embarrassing sound. He growls as his fangs pierce his own skin, and his dick finally releases.

It takes him some time to regain his senses. The rhythmical ticking of the clock slowly returns Lucifer to reality. The demon silently stares at the pile of documents, now partially covered not only with his blood but also his sperm. He lifts his trembling hand and snaps his fingers to set the whole pile ablaze.

…They say that after one of the offices in the House of Lords burned down, together with important documents, the whole establishment had to work overtime to restore the lost data. It’s still unknown what exactly happened; some rumors mentioned a black-winged demon flying out of the office’s window in the direction of the House of Lamentation. But the strangest event that surpassed even the fire in one of the core institutions of the Devildom was no doubt the fact that, despite the sudden calamity and overdue financial report, Lucifer was walking around with a huge, bright smile on his face.

Mammon

Mammon is in deep shit. For real this time. He breathes heavily, peeking at five demons from around the corner. He sighs with relief as they march past his hiding spot and lovingly presses a giant bag full of money to his chest.

From Mammon’s perspective, this whole situation is exclusively the fault of these stupid morons. Who the hell keeps their money in cash nowadays?! These idiots were simply begging to rob them. How could Mammon say no? He will use the money better than they ever could anyway. MC was saying something about a new phone…

Mammon quietly swears and squats behind a dumpster, merging with the shadows. One of the demons returned and is now standing uncomfortably close to his hiding spot. Mammon needs to get out of here before they find him. He should make a run for it once the path is clear.

He squats lower, firmly hugging the bag in his hands. And he almost falls on his ass once he feels some kind of movement inside this very ass. Mammon shivers from disgust at the thought that he seems to be infected by damn tapeworms. He knew that a dinner at that shady restaurant was a bad idea. But seriously, how many are there? Or is it one thick-ass worm? It sure feels like it.

Despite his struggles, Mammon does his best to keep an eye on the demon next to him. They seem to have taken a break from the chase and are now simply smoking a cigarette.

Mammon can’t wait for too long, he needs to escape now while he has this chance. It seems he has to use just a little bit of violence. This demon is relaxed and completely unaware of their surroundings; it will be easy to jump them and knock them out within seconds. Gently, of course. Mammon quietly cackles as he slowly approaches the demon, still half-squatting and holding the bag in one hand.

But just as Mammon is ready to commit yet another crime, the fucking worm starts squirming again. The demon quietly moans, then immediately slams his mouth with his hand. The loud slap almost alerts the smoking demon, but they shrug it off.

“Must’ve been the wind.” They mumble, lifting their head and glaring at the stars. The sky is so beautiful today.

Meanwhile, just several feet away from the romantic demon, Mammon is having a mental breakdown. What the hell was that? No, Mammon didn’t just moan thanks to some stupid parasites, it’s a blatant lie. He tosses the bag on the ground and tries to turn his torso backwards to check his butt. It doesn’t help in the slightest since his jeans cover everything, so Mammon can only stare at his ass with disapproval.

His whole body suddenly shivers, making him drop to his knees and close his mouth with a hand once again. He feels something sticky and moist inside. At first, this strange sensation bothered only his asshole, but now it’s spreading deeper, all the way inside…

Mammon blinks away a single tear, trying not to panic. His medical condition is certainly dire, maybe he’s even dying. No, Great Mammon won’t die from some stupid worms, or whatever this is! He’ll find a cure; he just needs to escape first. MC will have to wait for a new phone a little longer, though; it seems that all the money will be spent on Mammon’s medical bills…

A sudden pressure on his asshole sends goosebumps all over Mammon’s body. He has to cover his mouth with his second hand, falling all the way to the ground. He’s now lying on his stomach, trying to regain his senses. Mammon feels something pushing inside him. His legs tremble, losing all their strength. His brain is trying to process everything that is happening but completely gives up once the ass gets attacked by powerful thrusts. Mammon’s erection is pressed uncomfortably to the ground through his jeans. He can’t even change the position, or at least take off his pants, since his body has fully betrayed him. The violent shivers shake Mammon’s body; he spends his last energy keeping his hands close to his mouth. Otherwise, the whole neighborhood will hear his whimpers.

Mammon’s mind is completely shut down, maybe as a way of precaution. At least the poor demon can’t reflect on the whole situation and be terrified of being either hopelessly ill or cursed. He can only focus on deep thrusts that hit his prostate over and over. The only thing that bothers him right now is his dick, still trapped in his jeans. He presses his hips closer to the ground to get at least some friction.

Mammon closes his eyes, breathing heavily into his hands. He’s so close, just a little more…

He’s suddenly being filled with something so hot that it heats up his insides; his ass unconsciously starts to greedily absorb this mysterious substance. Mammon trembles violently as he finally comes all over his pants. His last vocal moans break through the shield of his hands, shattering the surrounding silence.

As Mammon slowly returns to reality, he feels that his ass is now completely fine. He also feels that he is now surrounded by five angry demons who are ready to beat the shit out of him.

…MC is caressing Mammon’s soft hair as the demon complains to them about his rotten luck. He managed to escape in the end, which was a miracle, even with his abilities to run faster than anyone in the Devildom. The demons didn’t succeed in hurting him, but they took all their money back. Mammon doesn’t care that much about the money, though, being much more concerned about the possible disease. And MC just silently pats his hair, gathering their courage to tell Mammon about that one cool thing they found… And how it can actually be responsible for all of today’s misadventures.

Leviathan

Levi is bursting with excitement as he strolls around the comic-con. The amount of merch for all his favorite shows is simply unbelievable; and all the talented cosplayers make him wish he wasn’t such a shut-in otaku. To take a photo with any of them would be like a dream come true, but he’ll reach this major milestone some other time. He already has a huge reason to be proud of himself today.

Few reasons, actually. First of all, he came to this comic-con alone. All alone! Him! That’s right, he doesn’t need to ask Beel or Satan to come with him anymore. He doesn’t need any emotional support to come to this place, full of people… scary strangers… maybe they all think that he’s gross… or he smells bad…

Levi shakes his head, using his personal method of overcoming such anxiety attacks. All he needs to do is imagine MC, who holds him by the hand and smiles brightly at him. Yeah, that’s better. They always do this when he’s about to panic. Levi can’t give up, he promised that he’d have fun on his own.

The demon sighs, wishing MC was here with him. Lucifer forbade them to leave the house after they broke something when they were fooling around with Mammon. Levi frowns: this greedy scumbag always finds a way to mess with him, and now Levi has to spend the day all alone. Mammon ruined their date, and…

No-no-no-no, it wasn’t supposed to be a date, alright?! It WASN’T! Levi just offered MC to come with him, that’s all. He didn’t actually hope… That would be just silly, right?! Right…

Levi shakes his head once again, adjusting his stockings. Heels are not so bad, but these stockings are constantly trying to fall down. Maybe his legs are too skinny for this…

Hm? Oh yeah, that’s actually the second reason why Levi should be proud of himself. When he finally decided to invite MC on a da-… to hang out, he decided to consult with the professional, namely Asmo. He gave him some strange advices, like not eating too much during the day to avoid getting too dirty down “there”. Levi didn’t know where “there” was exactly, but he didn’t have the courage to ask. Other than that, Asmo had some great ideas: he assured Levi that MC would really appreciate it if he showed them his true passion. Specifically, if Levi put on his Ruri-chan costume, with stockings and all.

This idea got him really inspired; Levi spent several days preparing the costume for the show. So when the da-… the hangout was cancelled, he couldn’t just leave the costume at home. So he quickly made a giant sign “No photos, No touching, No interactions”, and came to the comic-con dressed in his pink dress.

Levi has never been prouder of himself. Despite everything, he paid homage to his favorite character. He wishes MC could see him right now…

“Ngh…” Levi winces, almost dropping his sign to the ground. His thighs firmly press together, slightly shaking from a sudden, unknown sensation between them. The demon blushes heavily and sprints to the bathroom, locking himself in one of the stalls.

He tosses the sign on the floor, lifts his skirt, and tries to inspect the area beneath. Levi did his best to make Ruri-chan’s costume as authentic as possible, which obviously included the right type of underwear. So now the demon carefully gropes his hips, covered with pink silk panties, in search of anything unusual.

His fingers dig into the silky fabric as he feels a strong tremble that concentrates in the area of his butt. He almost tears his underwear with his claws, trying to fight the unexpected weakness in his knees and not fall to the floor.

Levi gathers his strength, reaches the toilet lid, smashes it closed, and lands on it, breathing heavily. He would have never thought that it would be so hard to do such mundane actions, but he feels exhaustion after this little feat. He’s so confused by the riot of his own body that he doesn’t know what to think. Levi feels something slowly pushing inside, stretching him carefully. The only thing that prevents him from starting to seriously freak out is the fact that this unknown force immediately finds his weak spot.

The demon loudly screeches as something starts applying more pressure to his prostate. His dick already peeks out of the pink panties, leaving wet stains on the underwear and the skirt.

“Excuse me? Are you all right?” Someone knocks at the door of Levi’s stall, making him freeze. He squeezes his skirt in frustration as he shakily replies:

“Y-y-yes.”

That’s the best he can do, but luckily the stranger finds this reply passable and leaves him alone. Levi feels as his butt and asshole get covered in something sticky and warm, and he shivers in terror and anticipation. Wait, “anticipation”? No, Levi doesn’t enjoy this insane situation, not at all!

But self-reflection can wait. If the pushes renew, his voice will betray him again. And if this happens, the whole comic-con will hear him, and he certainly can’t let this happen! Levi needs to find something to block all the sounds ASAP. He looks around, trying to find something useful, but there aren’t many things in toilet stalls. Maybe something on him… Oh!

A genius idea graciously visits him. One of the main pieces of Ruri-chan’s clothing is, no doubt, her cute pink hat. Levi mentally apologizes to Ruri-chan for using her iconic hat in that way, takes it off, and shoves it in his mouth.

Just in time for a new stage of thrusts to start. This time they are much more intense. Levi feels how his fangs tear the soft fabric of his precious hat. But his idea mostly works: all his moans and whines are muffled, they are just quiet enough not to alert other people. He grabs his skirt, panties, his own thighs – anything other than his dick. Levi doesn’t want to do it like this. Not in the toilet stall, surrounded by strangers. Not in the Ruri-chan’s dress. Not without MC…

Levi slightly relaxes as his thoughts concentrate on MC. If he imagines that it’s them who inserts their dick inside him, he’ll manage to get through it. His brain successfully tricks itself, almost actually making him believe that it’s MC who is behind this cruel joke. If it’s them, it’s all right, Levi thinks, and allows himself to touch his neglected cock.

He strokes it desperately, focusing on his vivid fantasy of MC. His hole starts pulsating eagerly as he dives into his imagination. Whatever is on the other side must’ve felt how welcoming his hole became; the thrusts get faster and harder, almost making Levi fall from the toilet seat to the floor. He quickens the pace of his strokes to match the impatient pushes, squeezing the hat in his mouth with all his might.

He comes the moment he feels the hot release of an unknown entity inside him. Colorful circles flood his vision, leaving him completely strengthless. He tries to catch his breath, lazily thinking about the ruined costume, especially the pink panties he accidentally tore up. Now he needs to somehow clean up and hurry home, seeking refuge in MC’s arms. He’ll never go to any event without them again.

Part 2 (Satan, Asmo) Part 3 (Beel, Belphie) Part 4 (Diavolo)

P.S. The art doesn't belong to me, it's an official art from Shall We Date: Obey Me! (You, Me and Devil's Coast card)

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acid-ixx · 9 months

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random yandere nsfw headcanons/kinks pt. 4

sub! bottom! mammon

a/n: ignore the fact that im supposed to post a xiao fic. i wrote this for an irl. this can be interpreted as yandere or not since it's obscured but implied masochism! no beta read. gn reader.

comments, reblogs, and asks are appreciated! it inspires me to write more ^^

pact play - he doesn't even want to admit this in front of ANYONE, but he relishes in the feel of you taking advantage of your pact. if he's being bratty whenever you talk to someone else then you can simply force him to kneel and keep his head low. he talks too much? make him shut up. he wouldn't admit the sparks of electricity that shoot up his spine whenever you run your hands across his naked body when you force his body to stay still— but you'll surely know with how hard he is, and with the precum that leaks down his dick. maybe he likes being ordered around. maybe, just maybe, he doesn't want to think about how well he follows your orders even if he's no say against it. on the contrary, you can do whatever you want on his body. make him strip, play with his pecs, push his hips against the bed; order him to stay still.

degradation - degrade him, just a bit. tell him he's a needy whore for actively seeking you out. he's used to rebutting whatever insults his brothers spat about him but god, his reaction to you is way different than one could imagine. tell him how pathetic he looks all flustered and moaning for you, as you stroke his dick, at a slower pace than usual. a combination of your insults and the stimulation on his body sure does wanders because he cums quicker than usual. "you're such a bitch, huh? can't even last a round?" he gets even more overstimulated, unable to muster a word, with only gargled moans that come out of his mouth. if you keep degrading him as you do more rounds, he might be fucked way too stupid to even know it's already morning.

name calling - this plays well with degradation. call him a bitch, a toy, a needy slut, anything that's a mix between your degrading praises. isn't he such a good boy? a good dog? so fucking dirty for even kneeling on the cold, hard floor, humping your legs and shaking from just how good he feels. "you'll make such a good, behaved pet, yes?-" he'll nod quicker than you could utter the next sentence, unable to speak a coherent response, "-if only you aren't such a bitch." mammon will whine just hearing you releasing a breathy laugh.

blindfold - for him, there are times when he wishes he doesn't think. well, he already doesn't most of the time- but in a more literal sense, you could deprive him of one of his senses. his mind is buzzing with excitement from the anticipation, but he can't predict anything at all, which makes things all the more better. less thoughts, more stimulation, really. will you whip out your box of toys that you so gracefully gifted him after he complained that you don't spoil your pretty boyfriend much? will you use the lush, pink vibrator mercilessly on his dick? will you play with some sort of electro-stimulating toy on his pecs? will your hands toy with his body but never on his dick, just to tease him? will you open up a bottle of lube and-? ahhh, anything is up to you to decide, and not his to worry about.

orgasm denial - stimulate him so much to the point he's on the verse to cum then stop with your ministrations. see just how hard he falls, he cries and especially begs. he can't muster up the question, "why??? why did you stop???" and instead looks at you like you committed a sin yourself. after all the touches, all the hickies, bruises, and marks you've left on his body— you still won't let him cum??? then even before he could whine out about you being so merciless, so so so so cruel, you'll ravage his body with another round of strokes, and just right before he cums again you'll stop and repeat the cycle. it's so fucking unfair, he believes, but he can't even fight back and that's the worst part!!! it feels too good and you're denying him of his release but he can't complain because either way you're making him feel way too good and he's greedy too eat your affection up so who is he to complain?

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mammonsbby · 2 years

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Hustlin'

A/N: I posted an excerpt of this a while back and finally got to finish it. Let me know what you think. Pairing: Mammon x GN!MC Rating: Mature Contains: Cursing, gambling, smut but it's not super explicit Words: 3367

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“Mam?” You say as you enter the secondborn’s bedroom. The white-haired demon looks up at you from where he’s bent over the pool table, about to take a shot.

“Just a sec.” He concentrates and starts to line up his cue. He tests it. Once, twice. Then he strikes. The cue ball slams into the pyramid and when it breaks, three balls go rolling into pockets. Mammon beams, then looks up at you.

“Nice job!” You say, clapping your hands for him. You notice the way his cheeks darken at your praise.

“Thanks. So, what’s up, human?” He leans his cue up against the table to sling an arm around your shoulders. You’d come to ask if he wanted to grab dinner together, but… Now you’re getting a better, slightly evil, idea.

“Uh, actually, I was going to ask if you could teach me that.” You say sheepishly.

Mammon raises a brow. “You wanna play pool with The Great Mammon?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Yeah.”

“Alright, I’ll do 20 Grimm a ball.” He says with a grin.

You pout. “I don’t have any cash right now. How ‘bout an IOU?”

“Nope, don’t take IOUs.” He shakes his head.

“You give plenty of them. And you never pay them back.” You point out.

“I know. ’s why I don’t take ‘em.” He grins.

“Mammonnnn.” You whine. He just laughs and wraps his arms around you. Then he screeches when you pinch his butt.

“Don’t fuckin’ do that!” He says, jumping away from you.

You stick your bottom lip out. “Can’t I get a cute little human discount or something?”

“Nope. I don’t give discounts either.” He answers. Then he mutters under his breath, “’specially not to people who pinch me in the ass.”

“Well… Instead of playing for cash, maybe we could make a bet instead.” You suggest, sitting down on the arm of the sofa.

Mammon’s ears perk up, just like you knew they would. “A bet?” He says, tilting his head. “What kinda bet?”

Now that you have his attention, you beckon him closer. He comes to stand in front of you. And he looks into your eyes, eager to hear the wager you have in mind.

“How about… For every ball the other person gets into a… Hole thingy, you have to take something off?” You say, eyes hooded as you fiddle with the lapels of his jacket.

Mammon swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, “You wanna play strip pool?”

“Will you teach me?” You say, batting your lashes.

He considers it for a moment, chewing his bottom lip. “And we take off one thing after every ball?”

You nod again, slowly. Mammon licks his lips. He likes the odds, but… Should he really make such a bet with someone who doesn’t know how to play? Before he thinks about it too much, he smirks and sticks his hand out. You give him yours and you shake on it. “Deal.”

“Rack ‘em up!” You say, excitedly grabbing a spare cue from the wall rack.

“‘Rack ‘em up?’” He repeats, raising a brow.

“What? I’ve seen movies.” You say, rubbing the little blue cube on the end of your cue.

He chuckles and goes to reset the balls. If you were playing for money, he would feel bad for taking advantage, but… You just had to go and tempt him with his two favorite things— Gambling and naked MC.

“Alright, I’ll let you break. So, get over here.” He says, jerking his chin towards the head of the table.

You oblige and go to stand in front of him. “Show me what to do?”

“Sure.” Mammon puts his hands on your hips and has you bend slightly, then takes your cue from you. He demonstrates by laying the stick on his right thumb. “Hold it like this,” He breathes in your ear.

You look over your shoulder at him, “I put it on my thumb?”

“That’s how I do it.” He answers with a shrug.

You take the stick and hold it differently, with your fingers on the felt. “This is how they do it in movies.”

“You gonna trust movies over me?” Mammon asks, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulls you flush against him and kisses your temple.

“You might tell me wrong so I’ll lose.” You point out.

“I wouldn’t lie to ya.” Mammon says, his voice husky as he presses his lips to your neck. You start to tilt your head for him, then realize what he’s doing.

“Hey! Don’t try to distract me.” You grumble, swatting him away. He snickers as he backs away with his hands in the air.

“I’ll stand over here,” He says from the other end of the table. “So you won’t be distracted.”

“Good.” You say.

“Go ahead, bust ‘em up.” Mammon says, waving his hand. He watches you adjust your grip on the cue.

“I hit the white one into the rest… Right?” You ask, making Mammon smile.

“Yep.” He says with a nod.

“Like this?” You pass the cue slowly through your fingers, waiting for his approval.

“Uhuh.” He closes his eyes and nods again. “Now, don’t be disappointed if—”

The loud crack of the cue ball striking the pyramid cuts him off. He opens his eyes and watches as all the balls start to bang off one another. After a couple seconds, the two ball bounces off the wall and rolls into a corner pocket.

“I did it!” You shout, clapping your hands.

Mammon smiles, though he looks a bit bewildered. “Good job. Uh, now, you get to go again.”

“Really?”

“Yep. Them’s the rules.” Mammon says.

“What about our rules?” You say expectantly.

Mammon makes a confused face, “Huh?”

“Take off your jacket, babe.” You say with a wink.

“Oh, right.” Mammon flushes slightly as he starts to shrug out of it. He dumps the jacket on the couch. “Happy now?”

“Mmhmm.” You grin, eyeing him like a hunter would its prey. Mammon looks at the floor and you start to chalk your stick again.

“Oh, right. Now, the next one that goes down determines who’s solids and who’s stripes. So, any of them is fair game.” Mammon says, trying to help. He’s so cute.

“Oh, okay.” You smile. And right away, you determine that your next target is the three. You smile and decide to mess with him. “Three in the side pocket,” You say, pointing out its route with the end of the cue before you line up the shot.

“You don’t have to call—”

The ball is sunk before he can finish his sentence, leaving him speechless. He gives you a wide-eyed look, like a deer in headlights. And you watch his face and he puts it together. You can practically hear the gears turning in his pretty head.

“You know how to play pool, don’t ya?”

“I do.” You laugh.

“Fuck.” Mammon curses. “I can’t believe you suckered me that easily.”

“Aw, don’t feel too bad. I learned from the best scammer in the entire Devildom.” You grin.

“Don’t make me feel any better.” He scoffs, then takes off his glasses. He slides one leg into the collar of his shirt.

“Aw,” You click your tongue shamelessly. “I was hoping for the shirt next.”

“You don’t get to pick what I take off! It’s bad enough that you’re hustlin’ your own boyfriend!” Mammon exclaims.

“Hustling? Is that what I’m doing?” You ask, tilting your head. Now that you’ve picked solids, you shoot again, sinking the six. Mammon sighs and starts to take off one of his boots.

“Am I going to get to shoot, or are ya just gonna strip me?” He asks, dropping his shoe on the ground. He’s aggravated. And a little horny. But he ain’t telling you that, he hates being played!

You consider it. It would be fun to sweep the board and strip him down. But, since you feel bad for lying, you decide not to. You intentionally botch your next shot, sinking the cue ball. “There baby. Go ahead.”

Mammon grumbles, “Finally gonna let me play?”

“Yep. Do your worst.” You challenge.

“I will.” He promises.

Boy, does he keep it. He pockets three balls in less than a minute and suddenly you’re missing both shoes and your hoodie. Okay… Maybe you shouldn’t have provoked him.

He looks sort of dangerous like this. You can imagine him in any pool hall in the world, playing against pool sharks and rookies alike. Instead he’s playing you, and if you don’t think of something, he’s going to win. You’re sort of even now, each of you missing three items. You’re standing off to the side, watching as Mammon tries to decide his next move.

The look in his eyes is a familiar one. He’s so turned on he can’t fucking stand it! And you can tell. And he knows you can tell. He looks over at you and you smile sweetly. While he walks around the table to line up his shot, you curl your fingers around your cue. Then start to slide your hand up and down it, nice and slow.

“Just watch this, you’re not gonna get another shot.” Mammon declares confidently. Then he looks up and sees your hand sliding up and down the pool stick. He makes a strangled noise and nearly drops his own cue. You hold in a laugh as he fumbles with it.

He tries to ignore you and goes to take his shot, but at the last second he glances over, just in time to watch you rub your thumb over the tip of the cue. His hand moves without his permission, slamming the cue ball with so much force that it bounces off the table and rolls until it hits the base of the stairs.

“Damn it!” He curses, slapping the felt with his hand.

“Aw, babe. Did something distract you?” You ask, feigning innocence.

“No!” He shouts quickly. “I— I’ve only got one boot on. My feet ain’t even and it threw me off.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll even you out.” You say with a smile as you pick the white ball up and set it on the table. You sink the five next, it was an easy shot. Mammon grumbles something about cheating and being sexy, but removes his other boot regardless.

Next, you take a moment to think before taking out the four. Mammon huffs and leans against the table. He removes one sock and starts to stand up. “Both socks count as one,” You say, chalking your cue again.

“Is that so?” Mammon asks, a snowy brow arched. You smirk.

“Wouldn’t want you to be uneven again,” You tease. Mammon exhales through his nose and gives an indignant look. Then rips off his other sock and tosses them both towards the hamper. He moves to stand, but you hold a hand up.

“You don’t have to get up.” You say, punctuating the sentence by sending the seven ball into a pocket. He’s down to just his t-shirt, jeans, and boxers now. He knows there’s no way you’ll accept any of his half a dozen rings. He’s surprised you let him off with the sunglasses earlier.

“Damn it to hell. How are you so good at this?” He asks. Then he sighs and peels his shirt off over his head to reveal his chest.

“Mm,” You sigh at the sight. “There it is.”

Mammon flushes. “Shut up.”

“Nope.” You say with a pop. “Now, you just sit there and be a pretty boy for me, okay?”

Your last ball is crowded by a couple of Mammon’s. There’s no way… Wait a sec, maybe if you can… You start to line up what’s hopefully an incredible trick shot. But, just as you start to slam your cue forwards, Mammon moans, high and pitchy, and your shot is ruined. The cue ball spins off to the side and stops before it hits anything.

When you look up, Mammon is still sitting on the edge of the table. But now, his back is arched and his head thrown back. And his hands…

You swallow deeply when you realize what he’s doing. “Are you… playing with your nipples right now?”

He gives you a sideways glance, his eyes lidded. “Me? No, I— Nnng. Ahhh,” He cuts off with another moan. “I’m just sitting here being, mm, pretty for ya.” He says, fingers twisting his nipples.

Well, he’s not wrong. The light over the table casts a glow over him. His dark skin and toned muscles, the position he’s put himself in, the sounds he’s making… He’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever fucking seen.

You cough. “It’s your turn.”

“What’s the matter, human?” He asks, taking his cue.

“You’re a cheater.” You say.

“Uhuh. Everyone knows that.” He admits. Then he leans in close to you and you know now that you’re the prey. You always have been.

You shudder at the thought, then look away.

“What? It’s okay for you to give your cue stick a handy but I can’t touch my own chest?” He says, lifting your chin.

You bite your lip and look away. “Oh, just… Take your fucking shot.”

He laughs as he does. And manages to sink two balls at once. Your face falls.

“Hmm, I think that leaves you in what? Just underwear?” Mammon asks cockily, leaning on his cue like it’s a cane.

Unfortunately, he’s right. You step away and pull your shirt off. Then push your pants down and step out of them. You feel his eyes on you. Mammon gives a low whistle, which makes your face heat.

“Ain’t fun, is it?” He says as he looks you up and down. Your entire body starts to feel hot. Luckily, he’s just as affected. You can tell.

“Baby?” You say.

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

Mammon turns back towards you and he looks upset. “Don’t start trying to trick me like that now. That’s fucked up.”

“I’m not. I swear.” You say, moving closer to him. When you wind your arms around his neck, your bare chests touch and you can feel his arousal against your hip. And in the way his hands come to squeeze your waist.

“I love ya too.” He breathes. Then you pull him down for a kiss. When you finally take your tongue out of his mouth, he looks torn between finishing the game and throwing you on the table to have his way with you. Finally though, he makes his decision and turns back towards the table. You should’ve known he wouldn’t give up the game.

You sigh softly. Then, as he bends over to take another shot, your eyes are drawn to the back of his jeans. He turns to look at you with a soft smile, then starts to aim. Before he can, you grab two handfuls of ass and he shrieks.

“MC!” He throws his cue across the table in surprise and his shot is absolutely fucked. Mammon turns to glare at you, betrayed. “You said you loved me.”

“I do, baby. I love you so, so much. That wasn’t a trick.” You peck his lips, but he’s not convinced. His brows are still knitted together. “Okay, maybe the butt groping was out of line.” You admit, then you shrug. “It’s not my fault you have a great ass.”

He can’t argue there. So, he just rolls his eyes and steps aside. “Go on then.”

You’ve got one ball left. And Mammon makes no move to stop you from sinking it. Instead, he stands completely still beside you. And, once the ball is down, he undoes his jeans and lets them slide down… Your eyes widen and he looks a bit embarrassed.

“Guess I didn’t have boxers on.” He says. “I can go some, if you want.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” You say. All you need is to sink the eight ball and he’s yours. You glance back over at him. He’s completely nude, save for his jewelry. A familiar shimmer catches your attention. “Fuck, that damn dick piercing.” You whine.

He grins, “You love it.”

“Hm, you’re naked. Does that mean I win?” You ask, ready to jump his bones and fuck him silly.

“Hell no. There’s still balls on the table.” He says, shaking his head.

You ogle him for a moment, watching the way his dick twitches under your gaze. “You don’t seem like you’re interested in the game…”

Mammon’s face warms. “Either way, we ain’t done until you sink the eight. So get on it.”

You turn to examine the table. The eight ball is wedged between two striped balls and the wall. You don’t particularly care if you ‘win,’ because you know that Mammon can pick up the slack quickly if you fail. And either way, the outcome is the same. You’re going to fuck no matter who drops the last ball.

You take a shot, and all three balls rattle. Miraculously, the black ball bangs around three corners then finally sinks into a corner pocket. Mammon is on you before it hits the bottom. He sets you up on the table and puts himself between your legs. One of his knees grinds away at your crotch and your eyes roll.

He presses against you until you’re lying down and climbs over you to give you desperate, heated kisses. Your hands are in his hair and his arms on either side of you, holding him up. When you finally break apart, you pant for a moment before saying, “Bed.”

“What? Not comfy enough for ya?” He asks, a gleam in his eyes.

“No, it’s hard as a rock. Besides, we’ll ruin the felt.” You say.

Mammon takes you to the bed instead. And once you’re there, he captures your lips in his and he grinds his hips into yours wildly. Both of you cum before you can even take your underwear off, which is slightly embarrassing. But your ridiculous form of foreplay had gotten you both a lot closer than you realized. As you come down from your highs, Mammon kisses your shoulder. Then he sighs as he flops down next to you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, still trying to recover your breath.

“You know, I haven’t lost a game of pool in over two hundred years.” He says.

“I find that hard to believe. You seemed to have an awfully hard time concentrating.” You tease, rolling your head to lay it on his chest.

He gives you a look. “Are you kiddin’ me? If you hadn’t pulled all those little stunts, I woulda destroyed you.”

“I don’t know… I think I’m better at pool.” You say, taking one of his hands so you can play with his fingers. You start to twist one of his rings.

“No way, I’m the Avatar of Greed for a reason.” He says.

“I guess so…” You trail off and he snatches his hand away.

“Don’t believe me? Double or nothin’ I could beat you, as long as you don’t try anything.” Mammon dares.

You raise a brow. “What is ‘double’ if we’re playing for sex?”

He thinks for a moment, then whispers in your ear. Your eyes widen. “Rack ‘em up.” You say, already starting to climb out of bed.

Mammon laughs and follows you.

It turns out that he’s right, he is the Avatar of Greed for a reason. And without dirty tricks— which were so below you, MC— you don’t have a leg to stand on. He beats you with four balls still on the table and pulls you back over to the bed for round two.

“Oh fuck, MC!” He squirms under you.

“You won. Why am I topping?” You ask, thrusting into him.

His eyes roll back. “Ah, ah, this, nng, is what I wanted.”

You laugh and continue to pound into him, not giving him a moment to catch his breath until you’re both finished. You fall onto the bed beside him and try to catch your breath. He’s still panting himself, completely fucked out.

“Hey, Mammon?” You say after a few moments.

“Huh?”

“Wanna teach me how to play poker tomorrow?”

My Ko-Fi is in my pinned post! Thank you for reading. Please Reblog, it really helps me.

#mammon x reader #mammon smut #obey me mammon #mammon obey me #mammon x mc #mammon #obey me smut #bottom mammon

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korra-northeast-germany · 2 years

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Mammon headcanons :)

A/N: celestial prince!Mammon + crow!Mammon and incubus!mammon are included. Btw all the Mammon's are dating their versions of diavolo, Barbatos, Mephistopheles, and solomon

Mammon

He pulls pranks on people whenever the opportunity is given

He copes with his trauma, stress, depression, anxiety, and other negative feelings by age regressing. His little age is 5 - 10.(back off u perverts)

Ha has ADHD(just like me frfr)

His favourite brother used to be Satan but after he became like the others he decided 'no' and no longer has a favourite.

He is the most motherly out of the 7 brothers, even mothering Lucifer at points.

He forgets mc exists

He's Luke's favourite demon.

My guy is trans and uses he/raven/tweet/pup pronouns (Tho he is preferred. These also apply to the other mammons)

My guys got titties and thighs that epically end lives

Bottom

Prince!Mammon

He is always has been and always will be ammerie's(god's) favourite son

Is titties are extra powerful 😘😘😘😘

Likes to be called prince when with the other Mammon's

Gets into fights with Lucifer and wins

His mother mode is extra powerful especially around luke

Micheal is his favourite brother

When his greed acts up, it acts up BAD. To the point he'll go on several stealing sprees than the others, then blank out for 2 weeks before coming back to his senses and having a breakdown

His sin and virtue are constantly at war with eachother. Luckily his virtue wins most of the time.

Often sleeps with a stuffed crow

Ponders the meaning of life a lil too much

He sometimes sleeps in either Ammerie or Michael's bed after a nightmare

Mainly lives in the celestial realm

Crow!Mammon

Is the villain!version of prince!Mammon

His brothers led him to his death and he hates 5 of them with a burning passion

Levi is his favourite brother but he has trouble trusting him

Is soul bound to Michal(lilith)

My guy gets a new crow every time he kills someone wether it be a human angel or demon. Of you die by his hand ur his crow child now

He hates Lucifer with a burning passion

Was dead for like 700 years got revived then ended up killing mc on accident

Happily embraces his stealing like no tomorrow and gets away with it

Planning to kill his brothers 😍

My guy owns every crow raven and magpie in all 3 realms and Any other universes that exist. Basically the bird god of u will

His crows do not allow him to get sleep so he's tired 24/7

His thighs are so juicy my god he can easily crush u with them 😍😍😍

Good at that glock glock 9000

Incubus!Mammon

He is the 5th born instead of Asmo and is also the avatar of lust

He's the most horny mammon there is.

Used to be a porn star

Barbatos, diavolo, and Mephistopheles are his sugar daddies 😍😍😍😘😘😘

Often sneaks out at night to see one of his bfs because Lucifer and the others are too protective

His titties and thighs basically out do the other Mammon's 10 fold

Constantly goes running to diavolo when he wants to get his way after Lucifer grounds him

Litterally isn't allowed to leave the home without one of he brothers to accompany him

Are you an asshole to him? Cool he just fucked you, your mom, you dad, your girlfriend, your boyfriend. Basically he's a who-

Actually loves to cuddle and shows his love through touch, his very blatant when it comes to public displays of affection both platonic and romantic

Still kicks people's ass 😍

Uses his charms to get whatever he wants

Better than asmo 😍😍😍😍😍

A/n: some of these are jokes, guess which ones 🙂

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praise-mammon-titties · 2 years

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The theatre bathroom

Part 2: Mammon's comfort

The pair finally returned to HOL after spending the night away fucking in that theater bathroom. Lucifer was there to meet them angry at his brother for coming home late. "Oh Barbatos I apologise for the inconvenience my brother has brought you, he will surely be punished properly he glares at is younger brother who could only look away. "Now now Lucifer there is no need, we have surely enjoyed our time together" the butler only smiled at the lord of pride, his eyes having the deadly glint that read as: you better not put your hands on him or I will kill you. Lucifer could only tremble at the butler's cold sight, yet does not say anything. "I will be taking my leave now. Goodbye Mammon" "bye barbs" the butler leaves.

Lucifer turned to face Mammon. "Mammon....What were you doing with Diavolo's butler?! Let me guess you were trying to steal from the royal treasury again weren't you?" He scolds. "How many times must I punish you for your crimes. One day you'll fuck up and no one will be there to he-" "I wasn't stealing" that made Lucifer stop. "What..?" He he his younger brother who looked like he were about to cry. "We were at the movie theater and I got my brains fucked into oblivion, yet first thought that comes to you upon seeing me come home with him is: great my brother stole something again. Is that what you expect from me? To steal? Is that what you see me as? A thief?" Tears started to pour from the 2nd born's eyes. His brother frozen. "Mammon I-" "NO! I don't want to hear it Lucifer!" With that Mammon stormed out of the building, straight too the demon lords castle.

A snicker could be heard from Satan "ooohh you're in trouble" Lucifer was surely doomed.

☆back at the castle☆

Barbatos was just about to head for bed when he heard the distressing knock upon the castle doors. Annoyed he answers "It is too late for visi-" he's cut off when he spots his beloved's beautiful face riddled with tears. Quickly the avatar is let inside and brought to the kitchen. "What happened my love, what has brought your face into tears?" Oh the butler already knew what. But he knows listening to the other vent would make him feel better. "Luci got *hic* mad at me and *hic* accused me of stealing and..." he clung to his lover. Nails practically piercing into Barbs clothes. "Oh Mammon... you do not need to worry, he won't be yelling at you any further alright?" Mammon just nodded unable to respond verbally. "Good good" the stronger demon would or th avatar. "Do you want to stay the night and I'll talk to your brother tomorrow?" Another nod. He smiles, taking his saddened beloved to his room to spend the night resting together.

Barbatos will have a little 'chat' with Lucifer tomorrow

A/N: awe protective barbs so cute

#mammon x barbatos #barbatos x mammon #mammon angst #mammon needs a hug #obey me ships #obey me angst #the great mammon #om! mammon #om! barbatos #obey me oneshot #obey me barbatos #obey me mammon #bottom mammon #barbmon #barbmam #they're very gay

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the-angst-trio · 2 years

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How would the harem react to Mammon wearing a maid outfit

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taifenggg · 28 days

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MC: Mammon have you seen my top, its missing

Mammon: what are you talking about I'm right here

MC: .....

MC: I asked about a top not a bottom

inspired by a vid i saw LOL

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#ash writes #suggestive ig??#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me shall we date x reader #omswd #omswd x reader #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #i believe in switch!mammon but also bottom!mammon fits tbh

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alhaithamtit · 3 days

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cw: dom!sub!male!reader

IMAGINE

tugging on his collar as tears and snot fall down his face while his cock sinks deep into your ass to kiss your prostate, and your dick rubs against his abdomen leaving sticky precum on his tummy. the way you're pleasuring yourself using him and tugging on the leash makes him feel lightheaded, but he knows he can't cum yet. he has to wait for you to finish to get his reward.

luka, gepard landau, shikanoin heizou, thoma, mammon (obey me!)

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lemonivall · 1 month

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Guys, guys. Hear me out..

The way that Mammon is so versatile is crazy. Like omg, i just see Mammon(Attacker) spoiler from WHBfan on Twitter and the way he– I–

I WILL NOT SURVIVE THIS CARD

THE PERSON I'D BE WHEN I GET THIS CARD AND EXPERIENCE THIS STORY MYSELF–

*ErRoR*

#what in hell is bad #whb #what in “hell” is bad?#whb mammon #top service top switch power bottom bottom

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white-sinner · 11 months

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Seven brothers and their boyfriends. the second born Mammon and cupid male reader

Smut

🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

how angels and demons tend to influence the choices of humans cupids are the representatives and protectors of love the simplest and purest they can see into the hearts of people or spirits so what will happen when two soul mates a cupid and a demon will meet?. one love not forbidden but certainly unusual

Mammon a demon who gets into trouble but is extremely sweet and really cares about the people he loves so much and you a cupid a spirit who can see into the hearts of souls literally the words to describe could be summed up as sweet, innocent and pure a perfect match

when Mammon was assigned as your protector and guide it was not exactly happy situation that change practically less than a day and he even if in his method he starts to woo you. you being a cupid you immediately felt that his feelings were pure and you too felt that there was a special connection between you two

Lucifer let's say he was half happy and half not on one hand he knew you were a great boyfriend and a great influence to his little brother but on the other he couldn't accept that his little brother got engaged to you so let's say the situation was not great but stable let's face it Mammon was his favorite and no one could deny it

Mammon really loves you a lot and tries to show it to you in as many ways as possible by showering you with gifts, always preparing sweets if Beel doesn't eat them first and other sweet ways even if you keep telling him that a hug and a kiss are enough for you, your ways are a somewhat different from courtship than that of demons or angels for example Mammon literally turns red when a cupid's rose appeared from your hands and you gave it to him or when one of your feather fell and you gave it to him telling him that when a cupid gives one's feather to a human or spirit and a gesture of love is of trust what happened next? well he fainted from the sweetness

the fact that by the way even though you were in a place you didn't know surrounded by demons trying to break you and your innocence made Mammon worry even more you were literally a helpless little puppy and he being your protector but more importantly your boyfriend protected you in every possible way

What about when you show up with a crown of red and orange flowers? Mammon literally think : you are too precious for this world

like every year however Valentine's day came and you being a cupid you had to come down to earth to help humans find their soul mate the day ended with you dead tired in your cupid form looking for mammon for some shells and he that he will carry you in his arms to his room passing his hand through your hair and wings

you two have never argued but the one time here you two ended up arguing and he made you cry… PANIC! he immediately ran to hug you apologizing and continuing to do everything to be forgiven he couldn't believe he had made his sweet prince cry and even if you had forgiven him he hadn't forgiven himself… LET ME HUG HIM NOW!

SMUT

Mammon would never force you to do anything against your will being that you only knew the sweet side of love so how did you come under him bhe.. Asmo

he thought you needed a little nudge so he put you in a waiter bunny suit and i'm calling mammon now it's true mammon was sweet and all but he had his moments too so finish it i'll take you prince style to his room and gently kiss you while he goes in and out of you after a full night of sweet sex you two end up with Mammon cuddling you in bed

during breakfast the brothers noticed the hickeys on your neck and knowing that Mammon would never have done such a thing without being instigated and you were too innocent they immediately understood the artificer and Asmo ended up tied up by Lucifer

🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

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rien0408 · 2 years

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back to the 2010

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profanepurity · 5 months

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Arguing with your brother during a meeting with three demons that can only be so patient for so long.

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l3viat8an · 10 months

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im BARELY anonymous at this point but im back 😈

i can't get this imagine out of my head of spanking mammon, teasing whine while he whines and begs for more.

"bet my little slut could cum just from this~"

and to your shock, he does. he squirms on your lap as your eyes widen in shock.. you're unsure whether to punish him or reward him 😳

-🌧️🍄

Nsfw content MDNI

Welcome back and damnnnnn- not really my thing but 👀

Looking at Mammon, the shock still visible on your face before you smirk at him, “Looks like I was right.”

Mammon’s face being that adorable shade of red and he can’t actually meet your eyes…because yea…he could and just did.

He might not be into degrading…but something about being called ‘your slut.’ well….he is yours…just like you’re his :)

You just keep your eyes on him for a minute before asking, “So what do you want now Mammon?” you know what he’ll say, but it’s always nice to hear it~

Mammon mumbling the word as quietly as he can and you frown, “What? I didn’t hear you. Speak up pup.” you definitely did hear him. But he has to speak clearly, you grab his hair and tug just a little.

Grinning to yourself when you hear the little whine leave Mammon’s throat as he repeats himself “More. Please…I need more.”

now how could you say no~?

#🌧🍄 anon!#kehekhskshsksj bottom #ro rambles #obey me #obey me!#obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon smut #obmswd mammon x reader #om!#obmswd #om! smut #obmswd smut #obmswd mammon #om! mammon #om! x reader #obmswd x reader #obey me smut

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radarchives · 1 month

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#genuinely from the bottom of my heart can we PLEASE rehome cerberus #he doesn't deserve to be literally neglected #mammon #leviathan #submission #first tag by submitter #thanks for submitting <3 #obey me nightbringer #for real though who allowed lucifer to have a dog he can't even raise his brothers #justice for cerberus

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kiskisur · 8 months

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Hey hey brochacho bromeo brotito i saw ur post so i arrive with a request

I was just thinkin..

Ha ha.. mybe..

Dom bottom reader x mammon from obey me?

Maybe.

Couldnt find any of ur obey me writings yet so i thought i'd slide my own card in through the door slor

ᝰ.ᐟ I get drunk pretend that I'm over

+ Just realized how unspecific that request was. Hard to go off of anything there mb mb;

Always been pulling my hair abt the lack of sugar bby mammon fics if it works as any idea 👁️

warnings: NSFW dom!bottom male reader x sub!top mammon, sugar baby!mammon and sugar daddy!reader, praise kink, mammon being subby it's cute fr, no pronouns mentioned but reader is a male so.., mammon is possessive and wants you to himself.

note: OMG FINALLY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING THIS? #+_! -__; I don't know how to write NSFW so apologies 😭

slurping and panting filled mammon's room, his hand covering his mouth in an attempt to stifle his moans while the other gripped on your hair for dear life.

"hngh- [Name]..! shit, aAh~ your mouth i-is so gOod~!" he kept babbling praises, whining and moaning as his hips started to move by themselves.

you placed your hand on his stomach and pushed him back down the bed, keeping him in place as your head bobbed up and down.

Your tongue, hot and skilled, traced teasing patterns along mammon's length, eliciting a symphony of gasps and whines from him. Your lips formed an exquisite seal around him as you took him deeper into your mouth, your movements guided by a primal instinct.

"w-wait, 'm gonna c-cum! yes, y-yes just like that! keep suck- uGh~! suckin'..!" *a familiar knot tightened in his stomach, his hips starting to fuck your mouth out of desperation but before he could reach his climax you pulled away.

"n-nghh?!— what the h-hell!?" *he looked down at you with frustration and confusion, panting heavily at the interruption as he squirmed.

"I don't want you cumming yet, hun." You got up from your knees, sitting down on his lap as you swiftly removed your shorts, revealing your hard length as well as mammon's eyes sparkled with excitement

"ride me, please ride m-me make me feel good!" he was begging at this point, it was a rare sight of him pleading for you to take him.

you found it adorable so you gave him a chance, lifting your hips before positioning the tip of his cock in your entrance, a high-pitched whine escaping his lips when you took him fully.

his arms snaked around your waist, digging his nails in as he received a gasp from you, his hips thrusting upwards.

"so t-tight 'round my cock mm~ y-you feel so good! o-oh fuck yes!" he kept praising and thrusting into you while nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck as grunts and moans filled the room.

you tug his white hair, whining on top of him before clenching around his cock. "just like, mm!— that.. good boy, keep thrusting in m-me, yeah?" you whisper in his ear, your eyes rolling back when he kept ramming the tip of his cock on a new sensitive spot inside of you.

"s-so good, gonna fuck you hard and l-let my brothers know that only I, m-mammon, can make you feel good!" despite rutting like a dog in heat his prideful personality kept slipping every once in a while, it was cute and hot honestly.

"mine! o-only mine and mine alone!" *he growled, mammon's relentless thrusts continued, a symphony of moans and gasps filling the room as you gave in to the overwhelming pleasure.

he relished in the sight of you losing control, feeling your walls clenching and spasming around him. The chorus of your combined ecstasy pushed mammon to the edge, his own release nearing its peak.

"t-they think they can- ugh! j-just steal you away from me!? I was your f-first!" His grip on you tightened even further, almost possessive. And with a deep, guttural groan, mammon reached his climax.

He filled you with his warmth, your bodies trembling against each other as the final waves of pleasure washed over you. "m-mine.." he grumbled, looking up at your face which was full of tears because of the overwhelming pleasure that hit you.

suddenly something hard poked inside you again.

ᝰ.ᐟ self-destruct, show up like an idiot.

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