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[mayabishopgold]

Maya & Carina | Station 19 - 7x09 "How Am I Supposed to Live Without You?"

Okay, now, where were we?

[amassingspice]

⟬ @lyriccl ⟭

Mammon was absolutely gorgeous, a fact punctuated by his status as a model. Emma would see other demons passing them by on dates, looking at him with lidded eyes and sultry expressions. The woman didn't think she was the jealous type, but seeing that made her chest feel tight. Returning home, Emma grabbed the collar of Mammon's jacket and pulled him into a heated kiss. "I get so mad when people look at you like that... I... I want you all to myself."

He ate it up almost as greedily as Asmodeus did. He wasn't vocal about it like his younger brother, but his ego was given a grand stroke whenever someone recognized him. He adored the lingering glances and hushed whispers, but what he loved more was the greed.

They wanted him for one reason or another: his fame, his attention, the pleasure he might give them if they could just get their needy little hands on him for more than two seconds. He let them think they had a chance, strung them along because the greed was at it prettiest when he pulled away. It flashed in the corner of his eye, like molten metal that was white at its core.

He could almost taste it.

No, that was Emma. He thought it had come from the demon that had stopped them at the gate, but the greed that drove his senses wild was still as bright as a starburst on the edge of his perception. He did taste it on her lips, her need to claim him despite having already done so over and over and over again.

His heart felt full to bursting, the heat of it seeping into every inch of himself as the kiss was pressed wanting against his mouth. His own greed flared, teeth catching her lower lip just as she pulled away to speak.

"Then shaddup and have me." He growled the demand against her neck as his head dipped down, kisses peppered across every bit of skin he could reach. He wouldn't wait if she couldn't bring herself to. Even here in the foyer, he slipped hands into her clothes, pushing off the pieces that wouldn't have them shouted at by Lucifer if he happened to find them stumbling to her room.

"Quit talkin', start actin'. Ain't like anyone else is gonna have me like this, so take what's yours."

[amassingspice]

⟬ @lyriccl ⟭

To everyone else, Emma's cat costume was a cute little thing where the top was just a bit low-cut. But in the privacy of her room, the skirt could come off and show a tantalizing amount of thigh. The tail made with magic swaying languidly behind her, she made a noise reminiscent of a meow to Beelzebub.

It had never been just a cute little thing in Beelzebub's eyes, but he had a surprising amount of restraint for someone so deeply steeped in the sin of gluttony. He bided his time by giving her heated glances and distracting himself with the promise of free candy, but those tactics were only effective while the two of them were out and about.

Alone, they were useless.

Gentle fingers dragged blunt nails along the manifested tail. Once, twice, three times. He stopped when she mewled at him, the sound tickling endearingly at his ear.

That wasn't the sound he wanted, he realized as heat trickled low in his gut.

"Come here," grunted the demon as he tugged her tail and brought her close. He didn't intend to hurt, but wanted her shapely bottom to fit snugly against his lap once she was made to stumble backwards. Once she was there, he released her tail and let it flick free through the air again.

Hand free, he trailed up from her lower back, up along her spine and between her shoulder blades. When that hand curled around her shoulder, the other found her waist. A sudden, upward twitch of hips hips pressed a thick, solid ridge against the inside of her thigh. He wanted to hear a sweet, needy noise from her, but he was the one to whimper when he ground himself against her.

"I've been trying to ignore it, but. . ." He groaned and twitched against her again. "I can't when you look like that."

[amassingspice]

⟬ @lyriccl ⟭

"It's still a work in progress, but- " She's wearing an outfit reminiscent of Mammon's when he's in his demon form, complete with a cute set of horns on her headband. "What do you think, Mams? Does it look good?"

He didn't mean to, but he was incapable of suppressing the need to squeak when he spotted her in the outfit. Mammon was aware that what he wore in his demonic form was revealing, but that was the point — it was meant to encourage greed.

People were given a single glance at his defined abdominal muscles, slender arms, dark skin streaked with white and the delicious dip in his hips, and they wanted him. And the more they realized they couldn't have him, the more their greed would grow. He didn't expect that seeing her in a similar outfit would elicit the same reaction in him.

His greed left him feeling antsy, like he was bound in place and wasn't allowed to move despite there being no curse or command in place. Every inch of him was jittery, but it only showed in the way his fingers drummed against his hips.

"Thinkin' a few things," confessed the demon, "you lookin' good is one. Thinkin' I might wanna see ya out of it too. Shit."

[amassingspice]

⟬ @lyriccl ⟭

She knows she's playing with fire, but she's never been great with self-preservation. So she sends Beel a very lewd picture of herself while he's at Fangol practice with the accompanying message. "I'll be here when you get home. ❤️"

It was a rule that devices remained in the locker room, or else the team would find themselves distracted and wholly unwilling to cooperate. Beelzebub didn't mind the rule, since there wasn't much on his phone that could distract him. Food posts and delivery apps were tempting, but neither were able to wiggle-worm their past the steel wall of determination that came with fangol practice.

Afterwards was a different story.

He was usually the first to his locker, hard work tugging at his stomach. Intense hunger finally kicked in and motivated him, uniform swapped out for his clothes and phone untangled from his rumpled jacket. It wasn't the safest hiding spot, but he hardly cared.

"Oh, Emma messaged me." He swiped aside the lock screen, opened the message and tapped the thumbnail of the picture without thinking. By the time he slipped out of the locker room, the photo loaded and filled his screen.

Smooth skin, dark and gorgeous hair and an expression that pleaded for him to come home sooner rather than later. Beelzebub saw her every single day, and he was always taken aback by how beautiful she was, but this was jaw-dropping.

Almost instantly, his body was suffused with heated tingles. His arms went numb, and his mind was filled with cotton, and his tongue suddenly felt too big for his mouth. Then a more familiar feeling followed, the heated trickle of desire dipping low in his gut.

She was little minx when the mood struck her, but he liked that she knew how to tell him what she wanted. She didn't beat around the bush or leave subtle hints knowing he might miss them. Emma made it clear as day that she wanted him, and now he couldn't deny that he wanted her too.

A quick text was sent back, but not without a couple of quickly amended mistakes. Typing with shaking hands was a challenge, but he got there in the end.

[ EMMA ]

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Can you summon me? It'll be faster than walking home. ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎I don't think I can wait.

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Send in sexy pictures to my submit box, and see how my muse reacts.

[amassingspice]

⟬ @lyriccl ⟭

As usual, they were hanging out in Emma's room. It was quite spacious and a comforting spot, so more often than not they were in there together.

Emma had been feeling quite insatiable lately, though she hasn't really talked to her boyfriend about it yet. But today she was really feeling it, so when she heard his stomach rumble from his hunger, the woman saw an opportunity and took it.

"Are you hungry? I might have some more snacks hidden somewhere. Or..." She turned to him, face mostly straight save for a soft pink on her cheeks. "You can eat me a little, too."

"Mhmm," mumbled the Avatar as he gave her a small and solemn nod. A constant curse, his hunger. It lessened, and on good days he could ignore it, but today he was starving. He craved it all, and yet he had none of it in his hands. He had already licked the interior of empty chip bags cleaned, had almost eaten the wrappers of sticky sea salt taffy and sucked down countless cups of soda.

Laying there, he had begun to wonder when he could eat next. Emma helped to stop that torturous train of thought with her offer, his whole body shooting upright. He would have pounced on the chance to devour another round of snacks, but he hesitated.

Snacks, or. . .

Perhaps his hunger wasn't meant for food. Now that she sat there, soft and flushed and looking at him with a twinkle of hope in her gorgeous eyes, he couldn't bring himself to think back on the countless bites he had taken since waking up that morning.

Instead, he wanted her.

He was a little dim on occasion, but there was no misunderstanding her this time. She didn't mean a playful nibble on her arm, or a bite to her neck. He knew what she meant, and he didn't want to disappoint.

"I can do that."

Both hands grabbed for her ankles and yanked her forward, leaving her laid out on her back. Upwards, he crawled, until he came near enough to capture her lips with his own.

"But you know how I get," came the soft warning against her skin as he turned soft kisses into ravenous nips against her throat and collarbone. "I get so hungry that I can't stop. I get one taste. . ."

He exposed her abdomen any way that he could, hands grappling with her clothes. His lips parted, and he left hot, open-mouthed kisses just above her bellybutton.

". . . and I always want more."

Her smile, her laugh, her touches — she was too much, and at the same time never enough. For as long as he lived and breathed, he would need her in some way.

Now, he needed her pliant and needy. He needed to have her shaking and pleading for him to indulge himself. Beelzebub could start whenever he pleased, he had a sneaking suspicion that she wouldn't mind, but now that he caught onto her plan, he ached to hear more from her.

"I'm going to have my fill, but I want to tell me." He nudged his kisses against the dip of her hip, insatiable gaze peering through the ends of his hair. "Can you tell me how badly you want it? I won't hold back after that."

[amassingspice]

⟬ meme / @kissespink ⟭

❛ want me to model these for you? ❜ / for anita…. :3

"You ask like you weren't already planning to," snorted the demon.

Sitting back, she made herself comfortable along Kiwa's bed. The stacks of pretty, fluffy pillows helped to keep her upright and gave her plenty of room to openly admire the beauty standing there. The piece pinched between her fingers was appealing on its own, but she felt herself growing curious now that the tease had wormed its way into her thoughts.

There was no doubt in her mind that her darling would look astounding. Kiwa knew herself, and she knew what she looked good in. Colors, shapes and textures were never a complex mystery to her. Her knowledge on how to combine those aspects was a talent, and Anita found herself awestruck but not surprised whenever something brilliant was crafted by those hands of hers.

But it wasn't enough to see the piece held up. She needed to see it hug Kiwa's curves, and she wanted so badly to see it taken off.

"Yeah, I want you to model it for me!" Both of her feet began to kick. "I wanna see, I wanna see! Come on!"

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  an  assortment  of  smut  /  nsfw  implied  dialogue  prompts  with  not  so  explicit  language.  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ i’ve been thinking about you all day. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ how badly do you want me? ❜

❛ i can’t get enough of you. ❜

❛ i’ve never done something like this before. ❜

❛ i like being close to you. you’re warm. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜

❛ i’m not jealous. ❜

❛ shh. there’s people in the other room. ❜

❛ say you want me, and i’m yours. ❜ 

❛ i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ would you like to go somewhere a little more private? ❜

❛ i’ll take care of you. ❜

❛ there’s so many things i wanna do to you. ❜

❛ take off your clothes. ❜

❛ i’m going to ruin you. ❜

❛ show me how much you missed me. ❜

❛ is this okay? ❜

❛ you know you love me. ❜

❛ i want you to feel good. ❜

❛ i want this. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you’re such a tease. ❜

❛ want me to model these for you? ❜

❛ we have to make this quick. ❜

❛ what are you looking at? ❜

❛ it’s hot when you talk back. ❜

❛ you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break. ❜

❛ don’t you know what you’re doing to me? ❜

❛ i really want to kiss you right now. ❜

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. ❜

❛ this is a one time thing. ❜

❛ you know where to find me. ❜

❛ did i say you could stop? ❜

❛ you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel. ❜

❛ i want to see you. ❜

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜

❛ no ones here. we can be as loud as we want. ❜

❛ you look good with my hands around your throat. ❜

❛ i’ll be good, i promise. ❜

❛ you’re really good at that. ❜

❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜

❛ you better watch your fucking mouth. ❜

❛ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ❜

❛ tell me what you want. ❜

❛ you can be rough. i can take it. ❜

❛ and where do you think you’re going? ❜

❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜

❛ i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you. ❜

❛ what if i hurt you? ❜

❛ you won’t hurt me. ❜

[amassingspice]

⟬ @lyriccl ⟭

A text sent to Beelzebub read, "I found your jacket in my room! Come grab it! ❤️" Upon arrival, he would find Emma on her bed, facing away from the door. The large jacket was around her, one side loosely hanging off an otherwise naked shoulder. She turned, showing the only thing on her body was the jacket. She coyly winks at him, purring out, "Hey big guy, your jacket is really comfy. I like how it feels on me."

Sweet, naïve Beelzebub sensed nothing wrong with the messages sent to him. In fact, he was thrilled when she claimed she had found his jacket in her room. He had been searching for it longer than he would have liked, and it seemed his search was finally over.

He send her back an excitable sticker, reminded her that she was the best then told her he would be on his way. It would only take him a few seconds to get to her room, but it would take much longer for him to process what he saw once he slipped through her door.

"Uh. . ."

The sixth-born had anticipated finding the jacket tossed over the edge of the bed, a chair, even dangling from her hand. He didn't expect to find to sagging around her, the worn material falling down to touch gentle at bare thighs. The open front left very little to the imagination, the shape of her bare chest especially noticeable when the fur around the collar reached so low.

Simple-mindedness made him wonder if she was cold, but he couldn't bring himself to ask. He couldn't bring himself to do much of anything, truthfully. Breaths came shallow and shaky, his mind was in a warm fog, and he found his gut churning with a hunger that only she could bring out in him.

"It looks good on you." He finally managed to speak, and he found the willpower to move forward.

With only a hint of bashfulness, he slipped a hand into the jacket she wore and pushed it open a fraction more, allowing himself more to admire. Trembling fingertips grazed along her side, shifted around to her back and flattened out so he could smoothly pull her closer.

"I want to take it off."

[amassingspice]

⟬ @sinfvlwishs ⟭

don't mind ryan, he's just going to repeat what he did earlier; a gentle drag of the tongue, the ball of his piercing catching up along mammon's nipple in the same way it had before. he knew the gesture made the other desire him deeply; ryan wanted mammon to desire him, his touch, the way he felt, the sound of his voice. he wanted to belong to mammon and mammon alone.

Again, his whole body reacted. His erection pulsed, the head weeping and leaving a noticeable splotch of damp on the front of his jeans. His cheeks grew a darker, prettier pink. The muscles along his jaw tightened as he clamped his lips shut, though that did absolutely nothing to stifle the sound that left him.

A long, pathetic whimper melted into a chest-deep moan one his mouth finally fell open.

"Again," demanded the Avatar of Greed, "lower."

It was a hell of a sensation to feel that little ball flick at his sensitive nipples, but now his curiosity took over. He wanted — no, needed — to feel it against the head of his aching cock, or else he would lose his mind.

"Y'know where I want that thing." A low but not the least bit threatening growl followed his pleading. "Show me else y'can do with that tongue, babe."

[amassingspice]

⟬ @sinfvlwishs ⟭

ryan had been wondering how his fiance would react to this for a while, but now that he had mammon in this position, he figured it was now or never. he continued to kiss the other's mouth deeply, hands feeling over his pecs as he made his way down his neck, his chest, and finally landed at his nipple. he allowed his tongue to graze over the hardened bud, the ball from his piercing nudging up against the underside of the sensitive nub.

It was telling that kisses alone had the demon straining inside his tight, unforgiving pants. The smallest graze of his tongue against his lips had him whimpering, while the slow and sensual drag of kiss-reddened lips against flushed skin made his hips twitch and seek out the friction he craved.

"Babe, c'mon. . ." Mammon's patience was thin, and Ryan's antagonistic teasing didn't help that in the slightest. Between shallow breaths and needy groans, the Avatar of Greed pleaded for relief. Anything, please. He needed to be touched, or else he might lose his mind.

The kisses that grazed his neck made the fingers that grasped desperately at Ryan's hips clench harder. His fingernails dug small, pretty crescents into his skin despite the thickness of his clothes keeping him from breaking through.

He was on the verge of crumbling and giving in to the idea of shamelessly begging for more when he felt the small, hot stud against his nipple.

"Shit——!" His whole body jolted with that one drag of Ryan's tongue. His hips bucked harshly upward, his head fell back and his eyes screwed themselves shut. That was exactly what he wanted: the searing flash of heat and desire and how it made his whole body numb. And still it wasn't enough.

"More. . ." One hand dislodged from his fiance's hip, long fingers dragging between strands of soft, auburn hair. "D—Do it again."

[amassingspice]

I imagine that in her OM verse, Anita has a vibrator, but has never actually used it. She knows what it's used for and that it's there if she needs it, but in all of the 300 years that she's been a demon, it's just never had a reason to take care of herself.

If she has gotten worked up, she'll usually work out to ignore the feelings.

[amassingspice]

⟬ meme / @fractisouls ⟭

❝ i really… want everyone to know i’m yours. ❞ / Vex @ Mammon!

"Don't ya worry, precious. Ain't anyone in the world gonna make the mistake'a thinkin' ya belong t'anyone else." He couldn't risk it, not when a part of him felt so deeply attached to her.

Mammon was bound to her now, wrapped in golden threads that couldn't be shaken loose. For so long, he assumed that he belonged to her more than she belonged to him, but her permission to claim her as he pleased reassured him that the feelings were far more mutual than he first thought.

"No one else gets t'have ya like this." He mumbled possessively against her neck, her scent and the heat of their intertwined bodies driving his senses mad. "Mine. . ."

His teeth were blunt and ordinary for the most part, save for the canines that sat longer than usual. Those sunk into her first — the bite wasn't enough to draw blood, but there would be sizeable dents left against her skin just below the back of her ear.

He sucked at the spot, left a darkening welt that was the first of many scattered along her throat and shoulders. "Say it. Tell me you're mine again."

[amassingspice]

⟬ meme / @fctedivided ⟭

❝ Oh gods… here? really? are you sure? ❞ (Vanessa to Anita)

These intensely warm feelings were spur of the moment and wholly unexpected, but she couldn't ignore them. Try as she might, she felt an ache that she was certain only Vanessa could remedy.

"What's the problem?" Anita had squirreled the knight away, but didn't connect that their rambunctious behavior might seem odd in a place as quiet as the Knights of Favonius library.

A quick glance around, and that fact finally clicked into place.

"Relax, Tinhead. No one's here." She peeked around the end of a bookcase, saw that the room was mostly empty, then returned to plant a quick kiss against her lover's lips. "Just think of it as a test."

Slowly, she began to sink down, nose nuzzling against Vanessa's stomach while her hands toyed with whatever buckles and clasps and belts kept her clothed.

"Don't make any noise, and we'll be totally fine." She was well aware that it would be a challenge, and that she would make it as difficult as possible for her. Dark eyes up, lips pulled into a smirk, she didn't hide her amusement. "Think you can handle that?"

[amassingspice]

⟬ meme / @pluviacuratio ⟭

❝ that paperwork seems awfully boring… wouldn’t i look better on your desk? ❞ (Tai? :3c)

"Why would you wanna sit on——?" He was tired, he was mentally drained and all he wanted to do was finish off the remainder of his paperwork now that his interns and sidekick had left.

There was so little left that he knew he could get it done if he pushed himself, but how he found himself distracted and mildly perplexed — or he was before he spotted the tilt in her hips and the cunning smile on her perfectly kissable lips.

All at once, his face and neck became a brilliant shade of red. His mouth fell open, but all that left him were awkward stammers and shallow breaths.

"O—Oh." He glanced down to the incredibly short stack of papers, debated with himself for all of three seconds, then neatly placed the work aside. It could easily be done in the morning, but nothing would make up for missed moments with the woman he loved. "Ya look good just about anywhere, sugar. C'mere, I ain't kissed ya nearly enough t'day!"