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Look @mmowned our waifu, isn't it beautiful?

If i could draw i would draw mammon in a wedding dress every day until i died

mammon: happy birthday human !! the great mammon’ll do whatever i can to grant you your wish >:)

MC: I only have one (1) wish for my birthday and that is to get you pregnant

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saying this as an AFAB bitch btw

Uhhh send kinktober requests

I’m accepting up to 50, and I’ll write them as thirsts

Then I’ll make them into one shots

Here is my current to-do list:

Get requests

Wait for October

Write out all of these

Finish that one simeon request

Turn them all into full oneshots

Literally everything else I have to do but writing smut takes priority over irl responsibilities /hj

Here is the info on requests

I will write 400-800 words for each thirst

After, I will write usually 1000-3000 words for a oneshot, 2500 being my current record for a request I ended up dropping on a different website under a different name so don’t look for me

I will write anything that isn’t pedophelia, piss, scat, organ play, and straight up non-con (dub-com and cnc are ok tho)

I’m looking for as many requests as possible, because I might do some of them after kinktober is over

Anyways, please request I’m desperate

Kinktober 2022

Hear me out : making the most raunchiest, down right disgusting sextape with mammon and someone accidentally watches it and hears EVERYTHING 🤭

You remained in your demon boyfriend’s arms, scrolling through your phone, looking at social media. Mammon watched with you, telling you to scroll back up and click on things after you scrolled past them, making you playfully scold him. He kept on doing it, laughing at your reaction and trying to fluster you more. It wasn’t until you heard a ping from Mammon’s cell that you put your phone down.

“Aren’t you gonna check that, hmm?” You exaggerated your tone, lacing it with sarcasm.

He huffed and lifted it to his face. “Nah.” He then put it back down and put his arm back around your waist.

“What if it’s important?”

“It’s just Asmo, probably something makeup or fashion related.” He shrugged.

“Okay, you’re probably right.” You returned to your social media before you also received a message from Asmo. “What the hell?”

You opened it and read: ooooooooh~

You typed up a message, disturbed by the vagueness.

Mc: Huh?

Asmo: hehe

Mc: what???

Then no response. Mammon’s DDD rung again. And then two other pings followed. You turned to him, making him groan.

“I was comfy, ya know!”

“Get your DDD and figure out what’s going on.” The pings continued, equally frustrating and worrying the both of you. Mammon opened his DDD and went to the group chat shared between his brothers and then his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped open. He went pale and you started to panic. “What is it?” You pulled his cell to your eyes and saw immediately what it was.

Asmo: guys look! *sends video*

Asmo: they make such a good couple! I’m so happy they’re compatible in all forms! I gotta say I’m a little jealous!

Levi: JADNFJRNFJNRNF

Satan: no fucking way

Beel: ☹️

Asmo: I know, who would’ve thought Mc was that nasty! Wait until 23:42 where they take him into their mouth right after he pulls out of them!

Satan: all I needed to see was the thumbnail. No thank you. Mammon’s little mammon isn’t something I’ve ever wanted to see.

Belphie: I got about 2 minutes in, they already have spit everywhere even though they’re just making out. So dramatic.

Asmo: I think it’s passionate! Romantic! And messy. Our little Mc clearly isn’t shy when it comes to spit! They let Mammon spit in their mouth at around 7 minutes.

Beel: I can’t watch. Please stop telling us what happens.

Asmo: but I didn’t even tell you the best part!

Belphie: if it involves Mammon I don’t want to hear it

Satan: how can it not involve Mammon?

You and Mammon remained frozen, watching as more messages filled the chat. Levi remained silent and, rather terrifyingly, Lucifer remained absent from the chat. Mammon prepared to type a message and then you stopped him.

“There’s no point. Only Asmo and probably Levi will watch it at least.”

“At least!!! Mc! They have no right to be able to see you like that!” He sat up and started typing.

“Uh! Obviously! But typing something will only egg them on, you know that! Plus what about Lucifer!” You tried to reason with him, sitting up beside him. “And the even bigger worry is how the hell did Asmo find the video! It’s on my DDD!” You showed him where your messages were still open with Asmo, clearly not showing any sign of you sending the tape. Despite you telling him not to, Mammon started typing.

Mammon: HOWD YOU GET THAT!

Asmo: I found it

Beel: you didn’t send it?

Mammon: NO!!! WHY WOULD I SEND THAT??

Asmo: it just appeared in my videos one day. I’m not sure how but I’m not upset. Did you not want us to watch it?

Mammon: EXCUSEEEE MEEEE???? NO! MC IS NAKED AND DOING A WHOLE LOTTA STUFF! AINT NO WAY I WOULD DO THAT OR THAT HAPPENED!!!

Lucifer: A sex tape?

The both of your hearts skipped a beat.

Lucifer: A sex tape that magically appeared in Asmo’s phone? Did Mc send it? Mammon is clearly too possessive to willingly send a video of Mc naked and “doing a whole lotta stuff” for lack of better terms.

You both heaved a sigh, thankful he didn’t immediately lecture you both.

Asmo: could’ve just been fate.

Mammon: Mc didn’t send it! Lucifer, you gotta figure out what Asmo did!

Levi: current status: 5:14. Mammon asked Mc “you’re already desperate, huh?” Directly after Mc said they were desperate for him. Mammon is clearly a little behind.

Mammon: STOP WATCHING

Lucifer: I will figure out what happened. However, Mammon and Mc, you will need to realize that for evidence, I will likely have to watch it.

Mammon: WHAT

Lucifer: who knows what happened, Mammon. Asmo could’ve snuck in when you didn’t notice and cursed your DDD.

Mammon: NUH UH! I’ve watched that video over and over, ain’t no way.

Lucifer: seems as though you’re the desperate one then, hm?

Lucifer: also, to clarify, I won’t exactly enjoy seeing your little Mammon either. Would you rather me send it to Barbatos to figure out what happened?

Mammon: you know what, I don’t even care. Just.

Mammon: Don’t.

Mammon: Watch.

Mammon: IT.

Lucifer: You know what, I’d rather leave this be as well. Everyone needs to have this video deleted from their library. I will be inspecting everyone’s phones to make sure it’s not there.

Mammon: WHAT

Levi: NOOOO

Asmo: okay well don’t be surprised by what you see

Belphie: this government (Lucifer) is too oppressive.

Satan: what will Mc think? Going through her phone? Personally, I think we should overthrow our government (Lucifer).

Beel: I don’t have anything to hide. Just don’t judge me.

Mammon: I’m leaving the House of Lamentation. Nah, the whole Devildom. You’ll never see me again.

Lucifer: 👍🏻

The two of you looked at each other, defeated and deflated. Both of you, hunched over, staring at the messages flying across his DDD. While you wanted to figure out what happened, you just accepted that it’s better not to probe. Needless to say, you were also encouraging of Mammon’s idea of a vacation from the Devildom, not necessarily a permanent one.

The two of you did not leave your room for at least 24 more hours. You just didn’t want to deal with it. However…

Asmo to you privately: want some ideas?

Maybe this wasn’t entirely too terrible.

(This was also so fun akfjdjfndn)

Mammon popping your cherry.

It’s your first time, you’re lying on your back on the bed. Mammon’s between your thighs, inserting himself into you for the first time. The tip, prodding at your entrance causes a slightly uncomfortable stretch. Once he enter completely, you sit like that for a minute.

“Can I move?” You nod in response.

“I need words, sugar,” Mammon states.

“Yes.” With that one word, Mammon pulls out and thrusts a few times to test the waters. Mammon for the first time since entering, looks to see where you meet. He’s startled by the sight of blood on his shaft.

Mammon stops his movements and you look up confused. Still new to the concept, Mammon asks, “uhh, treasure, did you get that period thing?”

Embarrassed, you respond, “actually, I think you just popped my cherry. We can stop if-“ “No, I just don’t want to hurt you.”

Mammon leans down to kiss you forcefully. He continues his movements, rocking back and forth into you. Savoring the moment.

Lunatic

Summary: reader and Mammon go to a casino and reader accidentally eats Lunatic Pudding

Pairings: Mammon x GN!reader

Warnings: Language, insinuations of car sex, mammon having a boner, drinking, gambling

A/N: not proofread also I was gonna write smut for this but I got too lazy😭😭 so lmk if yall want the smut

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Earlier that evening Mammon came and practically begged you to come to the casino with him. You agreed eventually. Once you got there, Mammon instantly headed for the poker table. You decided to order some drinks for you and Mammon, upon heading to the bar you see a female demon bartender look you up and down.

You ordered your drinks and the bartender asks, “interested in any Lunatic Pudding?”

You, oblivious to the effects accept her offer. She hands you two, you take yours thinking nothing of it. You then head over towards Mammon with your drinks and the pudding for him.

When you see him at the poker table you walk over to him, “Hey, Mammon, I got us some drinks I also got you this pudding.”

“Thanks, what kinda-“ when he sees the pudding in your hand, he asks, “Hey, ya didn’t eat one did ya, human?”

Mammon’s concern worried you, scared you respond, “yeah, why?”

Mammon stands up and grabs you by the arm. Drinks falling to the floor, he drags you out the casino.

“Hey, what was that about?!” You demand more than ask.

“Right now, jus’ get in tha car.” Mammon had become noticeably stiffer. Holding onto your arm tightly, he walks you over to his car. He opens the passenger door and shoves you inside, then walking around to get in the drivers seat.

“Do you want to explain what the hell is going on?” You ask, annoyed.

“Do ya know what ya jus’ ate?!” You’re startled by Mammon’s outburst.

“I think the bartender called it Lunatic Pudding or something?” You reply.

“Lunatic puddin’ makes ya irresistible to any demon for 24 hours.” Mammon rests his hand on the steering wheel and uses the other to start the cars ignition. Mammon starts to drive back to the House of Lamentation, he starts breathing considerably heavier since he first walked out the casino.

“Mammon, am I gonna be ok?” You ask confused by what exactly is happening to you.

Mammon seems shocked by your question but nonetheless puts on a brave face. “Yeah of course ya will be. Yr first man is here to look out for ya,” he responds trying to comfort you.

You shift in your seat and see his grip tighten on the steering wheel. You shift your gaze and catch sight of the growing boner in Mammon’s pants.

“Uh, mammon?” You ask, unsure.

“What, human?” He replies, agitated.

“Do you need any help with that?” You nod your head in the direction on his crotch.

Mammon doesn’t say anything, he simply finds a place to pullover. He leans back in his seat and unbuckles his seatbelt.

With an expectant look, he asks, “are ya gonna help me ‘r not?”

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"f-fuck" mammon groaned. his sweaty forehead pressed against your own.

"s' good," you whined into his shoulder. your hands come up to grip his shoulders. his eyes roll back into his skull as he thrusts into harder.

"ya can't- can't keep- fuck," he cursed. he reached out blindly grasped for your hand.

"so pretty, most beautiful human ever," he babbled.

"mammon," you keened, arching your back and pressing further into him.

"all mine, my human," he growled. his words have you moaning and rocking your hips, begging for more stimulation.

"please, please wanna cum," you begged. mammon stared at your flushed form writhing beneath him. it was all too much for him. your sweet whines and pleas, your beautiful body, he couldn't take it.

"yeah, you- you wanna cum? wanna cum all over my cock? make a mess?"

it was becoming too much for you as well. tears welled up in your eyes before they poured down your cheeks. mammon's free hand came up to caress your cheek, leaning against you.

"go on, baby, cum for me."

you shuddered, eyes rolling back, mouth falling open. mammon took the sight in, mouth slightly agape.

"squeezin' me so tight, pretty baby, fuck- gonna- gonna-" mammon trembled, gripping your hand as tightly as possible.

"love ya, love ya so fuckin' much baby," he mumbled.

"go ahead, sweetie," you breathed. mammon's hips stuttered a finally time before he came, grinding against you for as long as he possibly could, drawing it out.

mammon collapsed on top of you, pulling you close tightly, tears wetting your skin as he mumbled over and over about how much he loved you, pressing kisses against your shoulder blade as he went.

you scratched the back of his neck, running your fingers along his shoulders and jaw.

"love you too, baby."

Mammon Headcanons

Warnings - GN!Reader, NSFT topics, mentions of S/M, Bondage, BDSM, SW, Tease & Denial, Edging, Cockwarming, Slight Exibitionism

Characters - GN!Reader x Mammon

Authors note - I apologize for the almost week long wait between Lucifer and Mammon’s Ver, I have been incredibly busy doing absolutely nothing 🗣️‼️

Prefers degradation over praise, it definitely flips a switch for him hearing just how pathetic and needy he is for his special little human

If you really wanna break him, edge and degrade him for being so pathetically and effortlessly obedient, then end things off by praising him for being such a good boy as you talk him down his orgasm <3

Switch with a submissive lean, it honestly depends on how possessive or how greedy he feels at the moment

Light masochist w/ a slight pain kink, he’ll always play oblivious whenever you bring it up but there’s no denying that breathy moan paired with the “innocent” blush that lightly dusts his face whenever you tie his ropes just a bit too tight

Loves lap dances, giving or receiving, clothed or unclothed, doesn’t matter to him ( He 100% prefers it unclothed, the feeling of skin to skin growing more and more wet with each tease around his drooling cock will always break him )

Rope Bunny, he loves being tied up or restrained during the act, will purposely shift to his Demon form just so you can tie the area around his wings all nice and pretty for him just in case he gets too overstimulated

Loves being cockwarmed by MC while gambling in private clubs or playing card games with his brothers, he thinks it adds onto the pleasure ( just try not to move too much, he always gets painfully sensitive early on )

An absolute god on the pole, there has been times where Mammon has resorted to jobs at a Strip club just to pay off some debts, and trust me when I say this man has skills that can rival Asmo when it comes to the pole

Whenever he’s feeling possessive or painfully greedy, this man is the roughest bottom in all of the 3 words, you can’t blame him, he just loves seeing the handprints left on your ass and hips once he finishes and comes down from that high

When he’s close, his pretty moans will turn into needy whimpers and breathy pants riddled with lust, 10 out of 10 times he’ll also shift into his demon form just to wrap his wings around you

Appearance wise, he’s cut, blunt tip, long and on the thicker side for both human and demon standards, has a light white and yellow happy trail <3

White Mustang

Featuring - Mammon x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Car/drunk sex, Oral Sex F!Receiving, Biting, Slightly Possessive Mammon, Overstimulation

Rating - Explicit

Song choice - White Mustang (Lana Del Rey)

A/N - I’m literally so excited I couldn’t help myself, I hope you all enjoy the first installment of my Kinktober Listing, the next will be posted October 3rd!

Deep Indigo night always enveloped the Devildom sky, city-lights and twinkling stars illuminating the streets beautifully. Mammon’s free-hand rested on your thigh as you gazed out of the passenger-seat window.

Car rides like this were always enjoyable with him, 90’s R&B softly playing from the radio, the finest whiskey the Devildom had to offer, and the scent of his cologne flowing through the air; leather, smooth amber, and vanilla liqueur—a scent you grew to love.

City-lights grew dull as he turned and parked into an empty lot, flashing city-lights being replaced with the outdoor post lights that gently illuminated the dark parking lot.

The sight of Mammon being softly highlighted by the dim post lights, he looked beautiful—arguably more than the Devildom night.

‘Want another?’ his words cut through the silence as he offered you another glass of whiskey, a simple nod was all he needed to grab your glass and pour you another one.

—

Your thoughts were a drunken haze as Mammon tore through your clothes from the backseat, kneeling between your thighs as your legs rested over his shoulders. Peppering soft greedy kisses along the inside of your plush thighs, tearing faint cries from you as he worked his way towards your heat.

Mammon paused before staring up at you through deep hooded eyes laced with greed, waiting for a silent confirmation—the light nod you gave was all he needed before biting and sucking a hickey into your inner thigh, kissing over the bruise and placing another on the opposing thigh. Relishing every pleasured gasp you let out as he sloppily marked your body as his.

“Mine, all mine..” he murmured between sloppy kisses and rough bites, his words ringing in your ears as he finally met your heat.

“All yours, Baby, all yours.” you reassured, reaching down to stroke his snowy locks from between your thighs—tightening your grip and pulling him closer as he licked a greedily line along the length of your cunt, softly groaning at the taste of your slick.

Mammon didn’t waste any time, spreading your folds and dipping his tongue into your heat, kneading soft circles into your thigh as he kept it from closing in on him, letting out faint curses at the feeling of you scratching and tugging at his scalp.

Your head buzzed from the overstimulation; the vibrations of his voice leading from your cunt to your core, his nose nudging and teasing your sensitive clit, the sound of his greedy slurping and your high-pitched moans, that daunting knot in your lower stomach threatening to snap—it was all too much for your drunken mind.

Your quivering legs and screams of utter pleasure were all tell-tale signs Mammon knew all too well of, “C’mon, Treasure, ruin yourself for me.” His voice was low as he replaced his tongue with two of his slender fingers.

You could feel that devilish smirk he always wore as he directed his pointed tongue towards your aching clit, flicking the sensitive bud as he urged you to cum.

Your voice was a coarse high-pitched moan of his name as you came, giving his chin and car seats a pearly coating of your cum and his saliva.

“That’s my girl”, he looked up to meet your glossy half-lidded eyes, giving your quivering thighs a gentle squeeze before returning his greedy tongue to your overly sensitive cunt, cleaning up the sweet mess he made of you.

Other Kinktober 24’ Works

White Mustang

Featuring - Mammon x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Car/drunk sex, Oral Sex F!Receiving, Biting, Slightly Possessive Mammon, Overstimulation

Rating - Explicit

Song choice - White Mustang (Lana Del Rey)

A/N - I’m literally so excited I couldn’t help myself, I hope you all enjoy the first installment of my Kinktober Listing, the next will be posted October 3rd!

Deep Indigo night always enveloped the Devildom sky, city-lights and twinkling stars illuminating the streets beautifully. Mammon’s free-hand rested on your thigh as you gazed out of the passenger-seat window.

Car rides like this were always enjoyable with him, 90’s R&B softly playing from the radio, the finest whiskey the Devildom had to offer, and the scent of his cologne flowing through the air; leather, smooth amber, and vanilla liqueur—a scent you grew to love.

City-lights grew dull as he turned and parked into an empty lot, flashing city-lights being replaced with the outdoor post lights that gently illuminated the dark parking lot.

The sight of Mammon being softly highlighted by the dim post lights, he looked beautiful—arguably more than the Devildom night.

‘Want another?’ his words cut through the silence as he offered you another glass of whiskey, a simple nod was all he needed to grab your glass and pour you another one.

—

Your thoughts were a drunken haze as Mammon tore through your clothes from the backseat, kneeling between your thighs as your legs rested over his shoulders. Peppering soft greedy kisses along the inside of your plush thighs, tearing faint cries from you as he worked his way towards your heat.

Mammon paused before staring up at you through deep hooded eyes laced with greed, waiting for a silent confirmation—the light nod you gave was all he needed before biting and sucking a hickey into your inner thigh, kissing over the bruise and placing another on the opposing thigh. Relishing every pleasured gasp you let out as he sloppily marked your body as his.

“Mine, all mine..” he murmured between sloppy kisses and rough bites, his words ringing in your ears as he finally met your heat.

“All yours, Baby, all yours.” you reassured, reaching down to stroke his snowy locks from between your thighs—tightening your grip and pulling him closer as he licked a greedily line along the length of your cunt, softly groaning at the taste of your slick.

Mammon didn’t waste any time, spreading your folds and dipping his tongue into your heat, kneading soft circles into your thigh as he kept it from closing in on him, letting out faint curses at the feeling of you scratching and tugging at his scalp.

Your head buzzed from the overstimulation; the vibrations of his voice leading from your cunt to your core, his nose nudging and teasing your sensitive clit, the sound of his greedy slurping and your high-pitched moans, that daunting knot in your lower stomach threatening to snap—it was all too much for your drunken mind.

Your quivering legs and screams of utter pleasure were all tell-tale signs Mammon knew all too well of, “C’mon, Treasure, ruin yourself for me.” His voice was low as he replaced his tongue with two of his slender fingers.

You could feel that devilish smirk he always wore as he directed his pointed tongue towards your aching clit, flicking the sensitive bud as he urged you to cum.

Your voice was a coarse high-pitched moan of his name as you came, giving his chin and car seats a pearly coating of your cum and his saliva.

“That’s my girl”, he looked up to meet your glossy half-lidded eyes, giving your quivering thighs a gentle squeeze before returning his greedy tongue to your overly sensitive cunt, cleaning up the sweet mess he made of you.

Other Kinktober 24’ Works

Catching them Masturbating with the Obey Me Brothers! Part 1(Mammon)

A/n: UMM this is my first time writing smut after a long while but i need more hobbies so have these hcs i pulled outta my ass. might continue if i feel like it but its kinda wonky. DIDNT PROOFREAD SORRY BRAH

Pairing: Mammon x MC

warnings: slight dubcon

Summary: literally the title

He is typically quite cautious and makes sure to lock the door every time he touches himself. Except maybe this time. He got too worked up when he saw you lick a lollipop he gave you at RAD(this man is so horrendously down bad for you he'd get turned on by you looking at him for too long) and barely made it to his bed before whipping it out and stroking it at maximum speed possible. He pulled out his phone to find the underskirt picture he took of you the other day when you innocently bent down to get your pencil.

"Mc..mc please...mngh~ah!"

You were passing by his room when you heard his cries of your name. Worried, you went to check on him.

"Mammon you oka-"As you pushed open the door, you're eyes fell on a sweaty mammon, his hair sticking on his forehead. His expression a mixture of shock and embarrassment from you having caught him in this vulnerable state.

awkward silence

"fuck mc im so sor- hngh~ couldn't help it~" a pitiful moan fell from his lips as he clasped his swollen cock. His face ignited with a burning blush and he scurried to search for his pants left unattended on the wooden floor. Oblivious to your slow approach, he seemed entirely engrossed with covering himself up

Drawing nearer towards him, you couldn't help but notice the colour rising to his cheeks. With a soft voice, you called out "Mammon... would you like me to help you?"

Horny Mammon Thoughts 💛💛💛

Mammon loves the feeling of going inside you, sure, we always hear about that, but what about the feeling you taking him inside you???

Demons don’t have the same perception as humans do where penetration is inherently considered dominant, what they consider dominant is who is taking the action and making commands.

And we all know mammon very much wants to be right under your foot and fucked into oblivion and then pampered properly by his favorite human from time to time.

So it’s absolutely HAUNTING when you take ahold of his throbbing cock and slide right down on it. His eyes flutter and roll back and his whole body relaxes into the bed. He’s so overwhelmed by that one action that when you start moving, it’s already too much for him and he’s whining like a puppy talking about how tight you are and how hot you are and how much he’s in love with you. Mammon gets so enamored with you when you dominate him that he doesn’t think about anything else. He 100% worships you and wants the feeling of your tightness squeezing him forever. He’s just praising and praising you talking about how good you make him feel and how he’s just—

“I wanna feel ya forever”

“You’re so fucking sexy I can’t take it”

“I’m yours”

“Keep riding me, baby, please”

And then he’s begging for more stimulation, he wants more pleasure, some pain, he wants to see you really take control.

“Please kiss me”

“Do anything just gimme more”

“Fuck, slap me, please, baby”

“I’ll do anything, anything for you”

Then when he finally cums, he’s grabbing onto whatever part of you he can and digging into your skin. He’s lowkey more pathetic than Levi when he cums like this the difference between them is that all mammon can focus on when he cums is how much he’s obsessed with you.

Usually, when he gets super intimate and intense like that, he’s one and done, but he wants the most aftercare possible and wants to provide you with more as well. And aftercare usually include him laying like a baby on top of you and rubbing your skin. And maybe some really slow sloppy make out sessions. He’s also really giggly and smiley and says I love you way too many times.

YOU HAVE TO SAY IT BACK EACH TIME OR ELSE.

Horny Mammon Thoughts 💛💛💛

Mammon loves the feeling of going inside you, sure, we always hear about that, but what about the feeling you taking him inside you???

Demons don’t have the same perception as humans do where penetration is inherently considered dominant, what they consider dominant is who is taking the action and making commands.

And we all know mammon very much wants to be right under your foot and fucked into oblivion and then pampered properly by his favorite human from time to time.

So it’s absolutely HAUNTING when you take ahold of his throbbing cock and slide right down on it. His eyes flutter and roll back and his whole body relaxes into the bed. He’s so overwhelmed by that one action that when you start moving, it’s already too much for him and he’s whining like a puppy talking about how tight you are and how hot you are and how much he’s in love with you. Mammon gets so enamored with you when you dominate him that he doesn’t think about anything else. He 100% worships you and wants the feeling of your tightness squeezing him forever. He’s just praising and praising you talking about how good you make him feel and how he’s just—

“I wanna feel ya forever”

“You’re so fucking sexy I can’t take it”

“I’m yours”

“Keep riding me, baby, please”

And then he’s begging for more stimulation, he wants more pleasure, some pain, he wants to see you really take control.

“Please kiss me”

“Do anything just gimme more”

“Fuck, slap me, please, baby”

“I’ll do anything, anything for you”

Then when he finally cums, he’s grabbing onto whatever part of you he can and digging into your skin. He’s lowkey more pathetic than Levi when he cums like this the difference between them is that all mammon can focus on when he cums is how much he’s obsessed with you.

Usually, when he gets super intimate and intense like that, he’s one and done, but he wants the most aftercare possible and wants to provide you with more as well. And aftercare usually include him laying like a baby on top of you and rubbing your skin. And maybe some really slow sloppy make out sessions. He’s also really giggly and smiley and says I love you way too many times.

YOU HAVE TO SAY IT BACK EACH TIME OR ELSE.

Horny Mammon Thoughts 💛💛💛

Mammon loves the feeling of going inside you, sure, we always hear about that, but what about the feeling you taking him inside you???

Demons don’t have the same perception as humans do where penetration is inherently considered dominant, what they consider dominant is who is taking the action and making commands.

And we all know mammon very much wants to be right under your foot and fucked into oblivion and then pampered properly by his favorite human from time to time.

So it’s absolutely HAUNTING when you take ahold of his throbbing cock and slide right down on it. His eyes flutter and roll back and his whole body relaxes into the bed. He’s so overwhelmed by that one action that when you start moving, it’s already too much for him and he’s whining like a puppy talking about how tight you are and how hot you are and how much he’s in love with you. Mammon gets so enamored with you when you dominate him that he doesn’t think about anything else. He 100% worships you and wants the feeling of your tightness squeezing him forever. He’s just praising and praising you talking about how good you make him feel and how he’s just—

“I wanna feel ya forever”

“You’re so fucking sexy I can’t take it”

“I’m yours”

“Keep riding me, baby, please”

And then he’s begging for more stimulation, he wants more pleasure, some pain, he wants to see you really take control.

“Please kiss me”

“Do anything just gimme more”

“Fuck, slap me, please, baby”

“I’ll do anything, anything for you”

Then when he finally cums, he’s grabbing onto whatever part of you he can and digging into your skin. He’s lowkey more pathetic than Levi when he cums like this the difference between them is that all mammon can focus on when he cums is how much he’s obsessed with you.

Usually, when he gets super intimate and intense like that, he’s one and done, but he wants the most aftercare possible and wants to provide you with more as well. And aftercare usually include him laying like a baby on top of you and rubbing your skin. And maybe some really slow sloppy make out sessions. He’s also really giggly and smiley and says I love you way too many times.

YOU HAVE TO SAY IT BACK EACH TIME OR ELSE.

Horny Mammon Thoughts 💛💛💛

Mammon loves the feeling of going inside you, sure, we always hear about that, but what about the feeling you taking him inside you???

Demons don’t have the same perception as humans do where penetration is inherently considered dominant, what they consider dominant is who is taking the action and making commands.

And we all know mammon very much wants to be right under your foot and fucked into oblivion and then pampered properly by his favorite human from time to time.

So it’s absolutely HAUNTING when you take ahold of his throbbing cock and slide right down on it. His eyes flutter and roll back and his whole body relaxes into the bed. He’s so overwhelmed by that one action that when you start moving, it’s already too much for him and he’s whining like a puppy talking about how tight you are and how hot you are and how much he’s in love with you. Mammon gets so enamored with you when you dominate him that he doesn’t think about anything else. He 100% worships you and wants the feeling of your tightness squeezing him forever. He’s just praising and praising you talking about how good you make him feel and how he’s just—

“I wanna feel ya forever”

“You’re so fucking sexy I can’t take it”

“I’m yours”

“Keep riding me, baby, please”

And then he’s begging for more stimulation, he wants more pleasure, some pain, he wants to see you really take control.

“Please kiss me”

“Do anything just gimme more”

“Fuck, slap me, please, baby”

“I’ll do anything, anything for you”

Then when he finally cums, he’s grabbing onto whatever part of you he can and digging into your skin. He’s lowkey more pathetic than Levi when he cums like this the difference between them is that all mammon can focus on when he cums is how much he’s obsessed with you.

Usually, when he gets super intimate and intense like that, he’s one and done, but he wants the most aftercare possible and wants to provide you with more as well. And aftercare usually include him laying like a baby on top of you and rubbing your skin. And maybe some really slow sloppy make out sessions. He’s also really giggly and smiley and says I love you way too many times.

YOU HAVE TO SAY IT BACK EACH TIME OR ELSE.

do you have any nsfw headcanons for afab mammon? i love your thirsts sm and he's living in my brain rent free💛

Thank you sm🤩 also if its bout mammon i can probably spend all day long on this but ill spare you that time.

afab mammon who is so loud and brash in front of everyone but turns into a mushy mess of a puppy behind closed doors

his hands cover his face in shame when you spread his legs apart and coo lovingly at his glistening cunt. Barely audible whimpers of ‘no’ and ‘stop it’ leaving his mouth as he tries to push you away.

afab mammon who loves it when you press kisses down his soft thighs and mark them up, just hovering over his pussy before giving small pecks to his cute little clit.

he sometimes wears garters and lacey lingerie after a day in devildom to surprise you because there is nothing you love more than stripping off every piece of clothing on your lover’s body before fucking him to sleep.

afab mammon who gets so whiny and loud when your fingers plunge deep in and out his sopping cunt, trembling in your arms from the stimulation.

you need to pepper him with kisses and mutter all your loving confessions when he stares at you with those glassy eyes while your fingers roughly abuse his insides. You may even have to stuck your fingers down his throat so his moans get a tad bit softer.

afab mammon loves to see your smiling face and hear your whispers of ‘i love you baby’, while your dick(or strap) rams into him with no mercy. Its so funny to him how your actions are so harsh but your eyes and words are softer than a feather’s touch.

afab mammon who can feel his tummy bulge whenever your cock (or strap) enters inside his pulsing walls, his hands softly caressing that bump and shuddering from the sight, almost cumming immediately.

afab mammon who wakes up the next day with a towel wrapped around his waist, all cleaned up by you but his eyes are locked with his reflection in the mirror as his gaze trails down to the sweet spots and marks you made on his body.

his face a blushing fool as his touch lingers on each of the bruises you made and the memories of last night come back to him, his pussy throbbing again.

pervert mammon who offers to do laundry only to steal a pair of your panties. he feels super guilty about it but... well, you're always stealing his hoodies, it's only fair he gets something of yours in return, right?

so he pockets one of your panties. it's a lazy, little black thing and he gets rock hard just thinking about you wearing it. were you using it when you were watching movies together earlier? the thought alone is enough for him to reach down his pants, freeing his hard cock. he smears his precum down his shaft, enveloping it with the piece of clothing he stole.

he tries to go slow, he really does but he's soon panting, thrusting his hips into his hand desperately, seeking his release. in a matter of minutes he's shooting his load on your panties, his whole body trembling with the intensity of his high.

mammon's heart beats fast in his chest, his cheeks red as he stares the dirty underwear. the guilt soon enough clutches at him but, honestly, that doesn't stop him from stealing another pair next time.

he's just desperate to be near you, in any way possible. he wants to touch you, to taste you... but for now this will do <3

thinking about making out sessions with Mammon that turn into grinding against each other, his hard cock pressing against your damp panties, desperate enough to seek friction but not enough to let go of each other. Mammon grabs your ass, guiding your movements as he starts to leave a trail of wet kisses down your chin and towards your neck . you can feel him suck harshly enough to leave a hickey but you don't care enough in that moment to chastise him for it, not when he's whimpering your name again and again, like a prayer. You tug softly on his hair to get him to return his attention to your mouth. Your lips meet in a wet and messy kiss. Your orgasm comes crashing over your like the oceans waves lapping at the shore and soon enough he follows. He kisses you softly now, his pretty face turning pink as you come down from your high <3

WHAT ARE YOU THE GOD OF, AGAIN?

feat: Lucifer (1182) ∻ Mammon (1748) ∻ Leviathan (1315) synopsis: turns out, fallen angels can have more than one sin. cw: afab!reader | overstimulation (f!receiving), squirting (if you squint); servicedom!Lucifer, oral (f!receiving), some sacrilegious connotations (heavy in Lucifer's, but they're literally a fallen angels though so that should probably go without saying) | implied nsfw; confessions; pretty tame, actually, it’s mostly just heavy-petting and fluff and i swear i tried to make it slutty but we’re in our ~feels~ with Mams today | oral (m!receiving); soft!Levi (but not sub!Levi); kinda bimbo!reader; kinda collaring but ~stylish~ | a/n: check the bottom for links to the other brothers+undateables on this theme, coming soon to a theater near you

∻ Lucifer ↠ p r i d e   ⤲   g r e e d

As the avatar of pride, LUCIFER knows a thing or two about confidence. After all, to be proud is to feel deep pleasure at one’s achievements, and you’d be hard-pressed to name a single thing Lucifer ever wanted that he hasn’t achieved.

But there is nothing–nothing–in heaven or hell or any realm between that gives him more pride than you.

Your sweet laugh, your infectious smile, the way your eyes close when you’re so fucked you nearly forget how to breathe… every piece of you makes him feel alive in ways he never thought possible; a startling truth he’s reminded of every time you say his name. A hard truth he can no longer pretend to loathe when he’s between your legs, coaxing out your third orgasm of the day, your hands knotted in his dark hair and voice weakly repeating his name like a prayer.

Lu-ci-fer.

Each syllable slow and broken, but there–there, for him, because of him. Not Mammon, or Diavolo, or that other wretched human–him.

It’s the only prayer he’d ever grant. God may have made you, but Lucifer has claimed you, and he will spend every day for the rest of eternity proving that. You are his, and not in the way Mammon is his to torture or he is Diavolo’s to command or Satan is the very flesh from his bone; no, you are his because you chose him.

Who wouldn’t be proud of that? Who wouldn’t want to spend their days on their knees, worshiping every crevice of your perfect body, pulling every sinfully hedonistic sound and look and quiver from you–you, the one who changed everything without even trying. Who would ever be so stupid as to think they could have had enough of you?

You could have anyone in the devildom at your altar, but you choose him to be your disciple. And he reminds you why for the third time that night, dragging his gloved fingers slowly in and out of your drenched cunt, his sharp nose rubbing against your clit as your legs shake on either side of his head. “Just like that, my love,” he murmurs into your fluttering core. “Keep saying my name. Be a good girl and give me another, and I’ll let you cum on my cock next.”

You struggle to catch your breath, barely able to keep your chest upright enough to try and lock eyes. Lucifer’s dark gaze meets yours, a smirk tugging on his lips when you start to tremble from a brief puff of hot air against your sensitive clit. You’re not sure if you’re trying to pull him closer or push him away when your fingers dig into his scalp but damn it all, the only thing your body is capable of doing is moaning each syllable of his name like it’ll be the last thing you ever say.

“P–please, Lu–Luci–I just want–you–”

He slaps your clit, but it’s the way he chuckles at how your body spasms that sends shivers down your spine. “Is this not enough?” His face hovers over your folds, thumbs gently spreading you apart. “Aren’t my fingers and tongue good enough for you?”

He asks as if he wouldn’t spend the rest of your life between your legs; as if the mere act of giving you pleasure hasn’t made a mess of his own pants once or twice already; as if he weren’t the one watching you with pleading eyes, a look of barely-veiled desperation begging you to let him keep worshiping you.

Your lower lip trembles, and your initial protest of, “s’not the same–” is drowned out by an obscene moan as Lucifer plunges his tongue inside you completely. A thumb continues to rub at your clit, and faster than you thought possible, your thighs are clenching the demon’s face. If he’d been a normal man, he wouldn’t have had the strength to keep your hips pinned with one hand and a steady pressure on your clit with the other, while simultaneously pulling away enough so your liquids completely cover his lower chin and blissed-out smile–but Lucifer is not a normal man.

He is a demon, and demons take what they want… and he wants you. Now, and tomorrow, and for the rest of his existence. To be on his hands and knees, servicing you, pleasing you– 

Never has he felt like this before. Never has he felt so helpless, so weak, so–human. 

It’d make him furious, if it wasn’t for the fact that you hoarsely whisper his name, kiss-swollen lips sounding holier than any saint. If it wasn’t for the way your hand finds his, fits in his, holds his so gently, as if you’re afraid he might be the one to break, not that he’d broken you.

“Good girl.” Lucifer stands and kisses your sweat-slick forehead. Humans, he thinks in equal parts disgust and reverence. So… fragile.

Your eyes flutter in exhaustion but stubborn refusal at missing a single second with your lover; drenched in sweat, breathing as if you’d just run a marathon. Weak, and fragile, and human, and–he needs you. He needs you, now, and tomorrow, and forever, but if he didn’t get you right this second, there would be hell to pay.

So despite knowing your body can’t handle much more, he unzips his pants, gently stroking your inner thigh to try and relax you for what’s to come. “I knew you could do it, my love. Do you want your reward?”

Eyes still closed, you nod instantly. Hands already lifting from the bed and reaching for him, weakly trying to sit up so you can provide him even just a fraction of the pleasure he’d been providing you. “Ah!” Lucifer slaps your hand away, gently stroking his leaking cock as he settles between your legs once more. “Use your words. Do you want your reward?”

“Yes,” you breathe, settling back on your forearms and forcing your body to awaken as you watch your lover with giddy anticipation. “Lucifer, please, please, I want–I want you inside me–”

With a growl, Lucifer bends over you, catching a leg and hitching it over his hip. The mewl of desperation you let out when he hesitates nearly makes him cum on the spot. 

“You’re a desperate little thing tonight, aren’t you?” he coos mockingly, gently stroking your face before he grips your jaw between his thumb and forefinger. Your hand catches his wrist, increasing pressure to match his, until you’re writhing beneath him–made all the worse by the heat you can feel from his cock, but not him. “That’s alright, my love. I’ll give you what you want. Just one more, alright? I have work to do.”

It won’t be the last. You know it, he knows it, probably even God knows it–but that doesn’t matter. Not when you feel like heaven, not when you pull him close and tell him over and over and over that you need more, you need him, Lucifer please–

Maybe his father was right. Maybe not all humans are bad–maybe some of them are worth serving, after all.

∻ Mammon ↠ g r e e d    ⤲   s l o t h

If anyone were asked who the greediest one in all of the Devildom was, it would unanimously be considered MAMMON. It is his sin, after all; he is the physical embodiment of excessive desire, and just as Beel’s appetite for food knows no bounds, Mammon’s cravings for material things is equally limitless.

So why is it you who can’t get enough?

You’d gone to Mammon’s room earlier with the copy of notes he’d asked for. It started out innocent enough; you knocked, he let you in, then he begged you to stay and help him study. It was like every other day, from the way he sat so close to you on the couch that his thigh was flesh against yours and how he managed to barter correct answers for kisses, and today, like every other day, you found yourself settled comfortably in his lap, arms lopped around his neck as you read off questions from the last multiple choice quiz he’d failed. 

The only difference seemed to be in how Mammon was getting an unusually large number of questions right.

“If I didn’t know better,” you laugh breathlessly as Mammon trails his lips up the hollow of your neck, “I’d say you’ve been studying.”

“‘Course I’ve been studying,” he murmurs, hot air tickling the sensitive skin below your jaw, “whaddya call this?”

“Fun,” you tease, pulling back to cradle the white-haired demon’s face. “And I believe you’re the one who said studying could never be fun–”

“Stand corrected,” Mammon huffs, immediately diving forward to capture your lips once more. His hands roam down to your hips, where he squeezes the flesh gently. Feeling emboldened, you rock your hips, then giggle when Mammon’s forced to pull back from your kiss with a groan so low, it rattles your bones. “Studyin’ is fun. S’long as it’s with you, though.”

You laugh and lightly kiss his lips. “Good answer.”

Once, twice, then on the third, one of Mammon’s hands darts up to your head and holds you in place. His lips, so soft against yours, so sweet on yours, move slowly. Gently, he parts yours with his, and as his fingers start to twine in your hair, he dips his tongue in.

This kiss is like no other the two of you have shared… and you’ve shared a lot. The quick, chaste ones when you first began this arrangement; the teasing, smirking ones he’d steal when he got an answer right you’d expected to be wrong; the open, messy ones that were almost more moan and spit than actual lips and air and inevitably led to someone’s shirt being ripped off; the gentle, caring ones on exposed shoulders or foreheads at the end of your “study” sessions that, somehow, so slowly you didn’t even notice, became more intimate than the way he filled you perfectly.

But this… this kiss was somehow all the old yet something new, all at once. It was deep, and not just in the way he sucks on your tongue but how he pulls you in to him, fingertips pressing into your skin as if he couldn’t get close enough–not that you mind, as you wrap a hand around the back of his head and try to bridge the very atoms of space between you. His lips move slowly, his air warm but fresh as he doesn’t even pull away to breathe; instead letting you be the one to give him life. His palms, large and slender on your frame, slowly travel over your body, from the base of your spine to cradling your cheek, and then he pauses. He pulls back. He rests his forehead against yours, wipes a thumb across your cheek, and breathily laughs. “You’re so–beautiful, ya know that? Prettiest treasure I’ve ever seen.”

And how are you supposed to respond to that? To being flattered by the Avatar of Greed, who’s notorious for never being satisfied; to being kissed like you mean something to him, to your first, to who you hope to be yours forever–to the growing dread in your heart that one day, likely soon, the Avatar of Greed will want more than you can give, and he’ll leave you.

And yet–every time you try to speed things up, try to hastily slacken his tie or unbutton your shirt and try to remind him why he should stay, stay now and stay forever, his hands catch yours. “Not yet,” he whispers, and when you whine in protest, he merely starts to kiss you like that again.

Like you’re what he cherishes most in the world. Not his gold, his clothes, or his car–but you. And you always would be.

“Mammon,” you breathe into his lips, “please.”

“Not… yet,” he answers. His hands trail along your sides, lightly bunching your shirt before letting the material fall as he cradles your face. You catch his wrists and pull back from his kiss with a pout.

“Why not? Don’t you want me?”

Mammon has the audacity to laugh. “Are ya serious? Can’t you tell?” He snaps his hips up, chuckling at the harsh intake of air you suck in when his cock, straining hard against the zipped fabric of his uniform, slides against your clit. “‘Course I want ya, silly girl. I want ya s’bad, makes me stupid.”

You roll your eyes and shove at his chest, only for Mammon to catch your wrists, keeping you pinned against him. “Evidently not, since we’ve spent all this time studying.”

Mammon shakes his head, his smile soft and contagious as he leans towards you. “Ya know what they say, precious… practice makes perfect.” 

His lips silence whatever snappy retort you don’t have time to conjure, and instead, you lose yourself in him. In the way his lips move in tandem with yours; the way his hand presses between your shoulder blades, arching your back into his chest; the way his eyelashes flicker against your cheek every so often; and the low way he whispers your name when you try gyrating your hips against his.

“Ya tryin’ to be the end of me or somethin’?” he drawls in exasperation, resting both palms on your hips to still your movements. He rests his forehead against yours, staunchly avoiding your gaze as he keeps you still.

“I’m tryin’ to get laid,” you drawl back, dragging your fingers down Mammon’s wide shoulders to rest on his abs–just the way you know he likes. “I thought–that’s what you wanted?” Mammon tenses, and you pull away. Your hands come up to grab his chin, forcing him to look at you. His cheeks are flushed, and despite not protesting at the way you move his body, his eyes refuse to meet yours. “Mammon? Isn’t… that why you invited me? To fuck?”

He holds out for precisely 1.4 seconds, before his eyes flick to yours and he loses all composure. “Yeah,” he admits, and he doesn’t know whether to be encouraged or heartbroken at the way you seem to be able to breathe again. “But–”

He pauses. He watches your eyes widen, he feels the air catch in your throat, and then he watches your neck remain still. One heartbeat; two heartbeats; three heartbeats–

“Jus’... wanna take my time with ya today, s’all.”

There’s something more desperate about the way he sucks on your neck now, something that has you squirming and moaning and pulling his head back before just the feeling of his lips on your skin makes you unravel.

“What’s so special about today?”

Mammon shakes his hair free of your grasp and latches onto your neck again. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close. “Nothin’. Somethin’. Dunno, jus’... jus’ realized somethin’. S’nothin’.”

“Doesn’t sound like nothing…” you tease, rather enjoying this secretive side of him. “Doesn’t feel like nothing, either.” With a pointed roll of your hips, Mammon lets out a groan, and he bites your neck in retaliation. Just a little nip; not enough to break skin, but enough to bruise. Enough to leave a mark that won’t fade for a few days, at the very least.

The first mark he’s ever left.

“Mammon!” you scold, but it lacks bite; especially when the white-haired demon meets your gaze while licking a soft stripe along the already-bruising skin before pressing a gentle kiss on the most tender spot.

“Like it when ya say my name,” he responds, pressing kisses all the way up to your lips. “Like it better when ya moan it.”

So you do; over and over and over, even though he does nothing besides kiss you. Occasionally, he’ll bounce his leg; and occasionally, he’ll let his hands roam to cover your breasts, teasing your painfully erect nipples briefly before trailing back to your hips; but that’s all.

“I think I like whatever it is you’ve realized,” you say when the two of you finally break apart. Your breath is heavy in the air, chest heaving as fingers trail up and down Mammon’s still-clothed chest. 

Mammon smiles. “You don’t even know what it is.”

You hum in agreement, then laugh. “Don’t have to. Not if it means you’ll keep kissing me like that.”

Meeting Mammon’s gaze makes your heart do funny things. Both rapidly beating and seizing at once, shrinking four sizes but growing so large it might burst; making you feel so full, so complete that it just slips out before you can even think to catch it.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Time freezes. The weight of the world hits like an ice bath, and it’s all you can do to close your eyes. Your fingers knot in Mammon’s shirt, and you try to memorize the way the fabric feels; the softness from his detergent, the heat emanating from his chest beneath, the steady pulsing of his heartbeat, the rough callouses of his fingers as they wrap around your wrists–

“Hate to one-up ya, precious, but I know I’m in love with ya,” he says, and time comes crashing down. “S’what I realized today, and s’why I wanna take my time with ya tonight, and s’why I’m gonna spend every day by yer side, doin’ whatever ya want, s’long as you let me–”

The rest of his confession is cut off by your lips, but for once, Mammon doesn’t mind being interrupted. Not if it means he can take his time with you tonight and prove to you that an eternity of him by your side is something to be certain of.

∻ Leviathan ↠ e n v y ⤲ p r i d e

LEVIATHAN thought he knew what pride was. He thought it was the feeling he gets when he finds a rare Ruri-chan doll that they stopped manufacturing decades ago and he has the highest bid, or maybe when he beats a tournament he spent all weekend holed up in his room competing in, or maybe even accurately translating the hidden chapters of TSL that appeared after seven years of radio silence.

But none of that comes close to the way he feels right now; to the way his heart threatens to burst in his chest as you softly lick the underside of his heavily erect cock, tits threatening to burst over the top of your maid uniform, remnants of his last orgasm still glimmering on your breasts.

“What’s wrong, Leviachan?” you ask, sweetly popping off his cock and lazily flicking your wrist. “You look flustered.”

Levi lets out a pitiful whine and sinks lower in his gaming chair. A hand reaches out to knot in your roots, guiding your mouth back to where he desperately needs you. “D-don’t tease,” he tries commanding, but the way his voice cracks gives him away. “This is–this was your idea, remember?”

And it was; it always is. Because even though it makes Leviathan’s heart so full to see you on your knees for him, it never happened because of him. You decided when the best time to suck him off is; and like your perfect plaything, Leviathan always let you. He could never say no to you, his pride and joy. His favorite collectible; the only one of your kind.

It irritates him, a little. The fact that you hold this much power over him. The fact that you can show up in a trench-coat while he’s in the middle of beating his latest video game (a puzzle game, one that requires complete concentration or you have to restart from scratch), and with a simple unknotting of a belt and ring of a bell, have him wrapped around your finger.

If it wasn’t the maid outfit you wore beneath your coat, it was the fluffy handcuffs you attached to his wrists before sinking to your knees that rendered him speechless; and if it wasn’t the way you sunk to your knees, nuzzling your cheek against his thigh and batted your pretty eyelashes as you begged your Leviachan to help you feel good that broke him, it was seeing the dainty choker spelling out his name in silver letters along your throat.

His release had splattered over your chest before he could even process what he was looking at, and by the time his mind caught up to his body, you were already suckling at his flushed cockhead once more.

Leviathan’s wrists yank weakly against the handcuffs as his hand travels from your scalp to where the lowlight of his gaming console illuminates the silver letters dangling against your throat. His heart stalls as he hooks his index finger around the chain, and a throaty giggle slips out your lips as he yanks you forward with just his finger.

No, he wasn’t imagining it when he came; that really is his name, adorning your body, for all the Devildom to see.

“M-mine?”

With a smile, you nod. A smaller hand wraps around Leviathan’s slender wrist, and your press a kiss to the pulsepoint just within. “M’all yours, Leviathan. Figured the others should know, too.”

The handcuffs were just for show–or if they weren’t, they are now, because Leviathan snaps them with ease. He stands roughly, stumbling slightly as his pants catch around his ankles. His grip on your neck never falters as he raises you with him, then tugs you backwards on top of him as he collapses on the floor.

“Need you,” he mutters through feverish kisses, plastered messily all over your face and neck. His hands fumble with your get-up, and although you laugh when he rips the material clean off your body, your whine of, “Levi, that was expensive–” causes him to nip your ear.

“I’ll buy you another.”

He doesn’t even both removing your skirt–if that’s what that sliver of material could be called, anyway. It barely hides your ass, pooling atop your thighs in the place he wishes his hands to go. With the fluffy handcuffs, now broken, still decorating each write like cotton candy bracelets, Leviathan lifts the pads of his fingers to your mouth. Obediently, your lips part and you lick them slowly, tongue wrapping around each digit like it had just been lapping at his cock.

Leviathan whines. He flips you on your back, hovering over you as your own hands messily unbutton his shirt, lips meeting in a sticky conglomeration of spit and desperate pleas to feel each other. His spit-slicked fingers are gentle compared to the ferocity with which he kisses you, stroking between your folds before dipping in, catching your release and spreading it along your clit.

“All for me… right, baby?” Leviathan pants as he pistons one finger in and out of your gummy walls. “All dressed–dressed up for me, all wet–all wet for me–”

“Yes,” you mewl, “for–for you, Levi–only for you!”

That’s all it takes for Leviathan to lose the last of his composure. He slides into you without warning, filling you to the brim. The breath is knocked loose from your lungs, and the way Leviathan is quick to cover your lips with his, swallowing any further moans or whimpers of his name.

He pulls back when he feels your walls fluttering around him. Your heels dig into the small of his back, pressing his hips even deeper into you–as if that was possible. As if Levi hadn’t taken advantage of every single second to be buried as deep as possible within you. 

Tenderly, Levi brushes some of your sweat-slicked hair out of your face, and even more careful, he presses a kiss to the hollow of your throat, right above where his name sits pretty. “You look so pretty… is this because of me, b-babe? You look all pretty b-because I make you f-feel this way?”

You nod desperately, carding your fingers through his silky purple locks. “All–all ‘cause of–of you, Levi–”

That’s all it takes to push him over the edge, and with him–you. You come undone around him, meekly burying your moans into the taut muscle of his bicep as the world briefly fades to white.

Levi is filled with that feeling again; the one that makes his chest seem too small. The one that causes all sounds but your staggered breathing to fall away, and all sights but the one of your flushed cheeks and lovesick smile and fluttering lashes disappear to darkness, and all feeling but the sensation of you snuggling into his chest feel as foreign as the human world. 

He may be a shut-in, he reasons as he tucks his head into the crook of your neck. He may be an otaku, and awkward, and you might be able to do a hell of a lot better than him–but he did this. He makes you do bold things, like wear a maid outfit under your coat all day just to tease him, or bring handcuffs you know can’t hold him just to see if he’ll listen, or make the absolute prettiest sounds he’s ever heard in his life. He makes you feel better than you’ve ever felt, and that makes him feel good.

“Never,” you promise–and just like that, the heart Levi didn’t think could get any fuller grows two sizes.

Really good.

Good enough to start pressing light kisses up your neck, teeth catching on your new silver chain, hand gently trailing along your side. “D-don’t forget that,” he says through grit teeth. You link your fingers with his, slowly parting your legs to reallow him entrance. “I make you feel good, right? M-me. Don’t–don’t ever forget that.”

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