OM! & Genshin

Sʜᴇʟʙʏ | 18 | i love mammon and razor :))

[childesboo]

Limits | Mammon x Female MC

Word Count: 3766

Rating: M

Warnings: smut, teasing, foreplay, oral, biting, rough sex, fluff, porn with feelings <3, language

This is my first fanfic in like 5 years and it’s a smut lol, I love Obey Me! so so much, love Mammon... 

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The vial had shattered. The one thing that could help the brothers turn back to normal, soaking into the carpet of the dining room. Everyone looked at the glass shards. something akin to defeat on their faces.

Luke shrugged, “It’s gonna take me a bit longer than a week to get the right antidote this time. We used the last of the supplies for this vial.”

A collective groan rang out, tails and ears twitching irritably, MC just giggled at that, feeling lucky to have some more time with them like this. Luckily for her, there wasn’t any school for another three weeks, so she could spend as much time as she wanted cuddling and fluffing the boys.

Lucifer walked in, ears perked up, “It’s late, curfew starts in two minutes, so I had better not catch anyone roaming the hallways when I go on patrol,” he quirked an eyebrow. No one complained, so he was satisfied. He left the room, mildly pleased with how smoothly that had gone, especially compared to most nights.

MC felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickle and she took a peek at Mammon, wondering if it was him. Their eyes met and she smiled at him, which in turn made his heart squeeze. His eyes lit up, a smirk making its way onto his face as he sauntered over to her, tail swishing as he went.

“Oi, MC, since it’s already late can I just go to your room later? You know your bed is the comfiest, and I just can’t resist wanting to enjoy this the most I can,” he purred, immediately breaking any resolve MC might have gathered for that moment. She sighed, knowing there was no point in refusing since he always barged in anyways.

“Sure, Mammon, just make sure to take your t-shirt in the morning! Asmo found it last time and is definitely having some thoughts about what happened,” she furrowed her brows at him and he laughed, waving his hand in front of him.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head, THE Mammon never makes the same mistake twice!” he grinned at her. MC sighed again, knowing his shirt definitely would be there the next morning. She grabbed his hand and started pulling him out of the dining room, “C’mon Mammon, I want to watch the new TSL movie that Levi lent to me, he got it before it could be released and I’ve been waiting this whole week.”

Mammon’s face turned red and he squeezed her hand in his as they made their way out. She was so small and cute, he wanted to eat her right up and devou- he shook his head, flushing even more. “Yeah, let’s go watch,” he croaked out and covered his face with his other hand, feeling a little warmer than usual.

They walked through the hallway, Mammon’s tail twitching nervously, her hand still in his, the walk slow and comfortable- for her at least. Mammon was having a hard time with her so close to him, soft and sweet smelling, so gentle and cute... his mouth was watering. They got to her door and she looked up and him and smiled cutely at him as she let go of his hand and twisted the knob, ushering him in and locking it behind her. 

Mammon was walking towards her bed when he yelped in surprise, spinning around to come face to face with MC, who stood there with a funny look on her face, his tail in her hand.

She laughed and brought it up to her face and rubbed her cheek on it, “I’ve wanted to pet you since last week, you just look too cute like this, so adorable!”

Mammon lost track of whatever he was going to say and just stood there, face turning tomato red. “A-ah c’mon! The ferocious and graceful Mammon can’t be cute and adorable! Especially not to a human like you!” he yanked his tail from her and held it to his chest, clearly embarrassed. The feel of her touch had sparked something inside him and he didn’t want to even try to light that flame.

Clearly she had different plans. MC slowly started walking towards Mammon, and for every step she took forward he took one backwards until the back of his knees hit the bed and he fell backwards, heart almost beating out of his chest, so loud in his ears he was certain she heard it too. He yelped and covered his face with his hands and looked at her through his fingers, eyes wide.

She was standing over him, smiling wickedly as she leaned over. She reached her hand out slowly... Mammon squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for whatever was going to happen She caressed his cheek with one hand, and then MC brought up her other hand and pet Mammon’s hair, scratching his scalp thoroughly and then rubbing behind his ears and petting the fluffy fur that came from the inside.

Mammon was shocked, entire face burning hot, ears warming up, and tail thrashing wildly underneath him. “M-MC whaddya think you’re doing?!” he choked out. She just kept petting him, and his head started leaning towards her touch against his will, “Oooh, right there... yes, mmmm...” he purred. MC gulped, her face warming a little as well. 

She leaned her face towards him and her hair curtained them both away from what felt like the entire world. She stopped petting him and his eyes opened lazily, he was completely relaxed. She smiled at him and he blushed a little.

“Y’know, I have a cat back at home,” she murmured, “I used to pet him while I was watching movies... I really miss him.”

Mammon looked at her and blurted out, “Y’know you can pet me while we watch the movie right? I can-” he looked away, “ I can lay my h-head on your lap if you want...” he trailed off, looking to the side. MC brushed his bangs from his forehead and laughed softly. “Thank you Mammon, you can be really sweet sometimes,” She leaned back and turned on the TV, putting the disc in. As it loaded, Mammon sat up and ran a hand through his hair, his usual cocky grin on his face.

“Of course I, The Great Mammon, would allow a human the privilege of touching me. Where else would ya’ get a chance like this?  My generosity knows no limits!” he crowed. MC just snorted and agreed with him. She walked back to the bed and sat next to him, their thighs squished together. Mammon choked mid sentence and glued his eyes to the TV, not moving an inch.

“You gonna lay down or what?” MC asked. He nodded stiffly and scooted down, laying sideways in between MC’s legs, as she shifted to lean against the wall. Mammon almost groaned out loud. His face was on her thigh, his face was on her thigh, his face was on her thigh, his face was o- his thoughts were interrupted when she slid her hands through his hair again.

 She marveled at how soft it was with an appreciative hum, and then moved to his ears and scratched the sweet spot behind them. She wasn’t even concentrating on the movie at this point, and neither was Mammon. His entire focus was on the feeling of her hands on him and how good it felt. 

She pinched the tip of one of his ears and he let out a hot breath, one of his fists clenching in surprise. She did it again to the other ear, and he tensed up, ears twitching, panting on her thigh. MC giggled and softly pet him again, starting to get excited in wondering what other reactions he might have to what she did. 

She pinched the tips of both ears between her fingers and started rubbing tight circles with her thumb and index finger. Mammon let out a shuddering breath and turned his face so that it was buried in her thighs, his panting causing her skin to get wet with the hot breaths he couldn’t control.

MC felt a shock of electricity run through her and she leaned forward and ran her hands through his silky hair, subtly pushing his head closer to her. She was getting hot by his closeness and how he was reacting to her touch. Mammon was fighting to control himself. It felt so good... she smelled so good... just a bite wouldn’t hurt, right? He opened his mouth and rubbed his lips on her inner thigh, scraping his teeth on the squishy flesh. She let out a shuddering breath and gripped his hair in her hands and he kissed and nipped at her thigh, breathing hotly.

She spread her legs for him and he turned to lay on his stomach, one arm around her other leg, and the other arm snaking under her to grope her ass. Her heart was thumping out of her chest and her lips were sucked back into her mouth. 

“Mmmm... Mammon,” she breathed out. He inhaled deeply and pressed his mouth to her thigh and slowly sank his teeth in, just enough to leave a mark. She groaned and was breathing heavily now, leaning back on the wall, fists in his hair, and legs tangled around him. He pulled her down by her waist slowly so that she was under him, and his arms caged her like she was the wild animal in this situation.

Both their breaths mixed in this little bubble of space between their faces. He smirked lazily, “Why’d ya stop?” he leaned forward and mumbled against her ear, “It felt so good, MC... why’d ya stop?” he put her ear in between his teeth and gently bit it, pulling away when she squirmed against him, rubbing her knee on his inner thigh. He growled at her and grabbed her hands and put them back on his head, “Keep going,” he looked down at her, eyes lidded with need. 

He wrapped his arms around her torso and sat up against the wall, pulling her onto his lap over his growing erection and groaned when she rubbed her heat against him. He could feel how wet she was with the way her underwear slid against him. 

She was panting in his ear now, trying to press her body as close to his as possible. Mammon was gripping her waist so hard that there was likely to be a bruise the next morning. He was rolling his hips against her, groaning every time she met him with the same pressure and began sucking on her neck. She bit his ear and he moaned into her shoulder as he pulled her waist closer to his and ground against her in circles. He moaned and he shuddered against her, biting her shoulder and squeezed her even closer to him, “Clothes,” he panted, “I want to be closer to you, MC.”

“You have to let me go first, Mammon,” she laughed quietly and he reluctantly released her. She got off the bed and slowly stripped her shirt over her head, Mammon’s eyes following her every move. Smooth, soft skin, squishy enough to bite... his mouth watered. He gulped when she unhooked her skirt and let it fall off her, crumpling to the floor, smooth legs just begging to be wrapped around him. He practically ripped off his shirt and was about to do the same with his pants when MC crawled onto the bed and put her hand over his that was on the zipper.

“Let me do it,” she whispered huskily. Mammon couldn’t do anything but move his hand away as he stared transfixed as she brought her face to his crotch. She kissed the tent in his pants firmly and he did everything he could to not grab her head and face fuck her into oblivion. 

She sweetly smiled up and him and grabbed the zipper between her teeth and started to unzip him, inch by tantalizing inch, her eye contact not flinching the entire time. His hands flexed at his sides and he blushed at the intimacy and what he was feeling. He closed his eyes and leaned back, loving the feeling of her hot breath on his dick. He jerked forward when she licked him slowly through his boxers. “I want these...” she stroked her finger up and down his covered length that was peeking through, “I want these off, Mammon,” she kissed his dick slowly and moved to the side.

He groaned at how sexy she was and slid them down his legs and threw them on the floor in a rush. “D-do you want these of too?” He gestured to his underwear, feeling flushed. MC nodded and then gestured to her current state of dress, “Can you take mine off too? It seems that all my hands want to do is touch you.”

Mammon audibly cursed and ripped his underwear off, and his embarrassment along with them. “C’mere you,” he growled and yanked her towards him. She looked up at him, mirth twinkling in her eyes at his attitude. Her hands caressed his cheeks and she pulled him in, pressing a sweet kiss on his lips. He grabbed her chin and huskily asked, “D’ya think that would be enough for me?” 

She whimpered as he ground his rigid length against her soaked underwear and leaned in for a hot, passionate kiss. It was all teeth and tongue and he nipped her lip, growling as he tasted blood. His hands traveled up her sides and teased the undersides of her bra. She bit his lip and rubbed herself against him and he panted her name. He took a bra strap in his mouth and pulled it off her shoulder tantalizingly slow. 

She was sweating above her breasts and Mammon licked it up, placing a few scattered kisses and licks until he was in between them, sucking on the exposed skin of one, and the other hand palming and squeezing the other one, working its way underneath the fabric. MC moaned when he pinched and rolled her nipple between his fingers and moved the bra out of the way so he could have complete access to do as he pleased. He growled again and took her bra and flung it across the room, as he got to work on her chest.

Hands full of soft, delicious mounds made his mouth water and Mammon bit and licked them until he felt the wetness soak through MC’s panties onto the head of his dick. He rubbed against her again and she panted, “Mammon, I can’t take it, I need you...” MC flinched as she heard her underwear literally being torn off, and despite that fact, it just turned her on even more and she bit his fluffy ear again. He was panting again and shoved her onto her back, bouncing.

“What’re you-?” she moaned as Mammon put his nose into her sex, inhaling deeply. She covered her face in her hands as he rubbed his fingers up and down her slit, them sliding effortlessly. “You’re really wet for me, aren’tcha?” he licked her from the bottom all the way to her clit, which he played with and flicked his tongue around in circles, making her spasm and lock her legs around his head. 

He chuckled, breath hot on her center, “I guess I’ll have to clean ya up, since it was my fault,” he put his mouth over her and sucked and licked her folds until she was panting and gripping his ears to get any sort of control over the situation. He slid two fingers into her and pumped in and out while he was sucking on her clit. MC twitched and moaned, grinding on his face as she came around his fingers, tightening around him and twitching as she sucked his fingers back inside her with the force of her orgasm. 

He groaned and rubbed his cock with his free hand as her legs slackened around him and he slowly rose to look at her. She was beautiful, hair fanned around her head in a halo, lips swollen from biting them, his bite marks and hickeys decorating her shoulders and breasts. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and her eyes had a shine to them that made Mammon’s heart squeeze inside his chest. 

Her lips curved into a smile as she held out her arms to him and he squeezed her into his arms. She sighed and ran her hands through his hair and gave him a peck on the cheek. “I love you Mammon,” she whispered, and he kissed the top of her head, the affection he had for her welling up in his chest and spilling over. “I love you too, MC... I always have, and I’m sorry that I never really express it,” He held her even closer and she giggled a bit. “Wha-” he started, but then she grabbed his dick and looked him straight in the eyes.

“I don’t believe we’re done here,” she crawled backwards until he was standing erect right in front of her face, precum leaking from the top. He groaned when she swirled a finger over the tip and grabbed his cock, tightly gripping under the head. “I love you so much, Mammon,” she said as she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, teasing the slit. She kissed it and sucked little by little bit until it was a demanding angry red against her skin, and Mammon’s fingers were bunching up her bed sheets.

MC’s hand slid down to the base and she kissed the tip again, this time opening her mouth to slide herself down his length slowly. He shuddered and he placed his hand on the back of her head, fisting her hair in his grip and he tried to keep from bucking into her tight little mouth. She used her tongue to tease the underside of his dick as she made her way down to the base. The tip of his dick was hitting the back of her throat now, and going even deeper. He grunted as he shoved her mouth all the way to the base, her nose pressed into his curls. Tears sprang into her eyes and she gagged on his dick. 

“Aah, uuh,” he groaned, and released her head and she released him from her mouth with a pop. He looked at her as she took his cock in her mouth again, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. Tears clung to her lashes, and her hair was plastered to her forehead. Seeing her like this, with her mouth stretched around his cock, made him feel even more possessive over her than he normally did.

He wiped the hair back from her face and fisted her hair again when she bobbed her head up and down on him. “Mmm mmm aah, MC! MC... oh fuuuck..,” he hissed when she lightly scraped her teeth on the head before going down on him again. Mammon could tell he was getting close when he started bucking into her mouth uncontrollably, but he stopped himself and took him off her. She looked at him, confused.

“Ah... I want to be inside you when I cum,” he looked her straight in the eyes and her face turned red. MC looked away and Mammon grabbed her and pulled her close. She was on his lap again, and she could feel him twitching against her, rubbing himself on her slickness. “P..put it in,” she breathed into his ear, looping her arms around his neck. He didn’t have to be told twice.

He grabbed his dick and guided it inside her, and she shivered as he slowly pushed it inside. “F-fuuuck, MC.. you’re so fuckin’ tiiiight,” he rasped. She wiggled, pushing it in deeper and he gripped her tightly and shoved it all the way in, the pressure of her squeezing around him made his hip buck into her roughly twice, causing her to squeak into his ear. He moaned and rolled his hips against her slowly until he couldn’t take it anymore. He turned her around and grabbed her thighs and pushed in his dick again, eliciting a moan from the girl he loved so much.

He started pounding into her, she was squeezing around him, tight as a vice. He leaned forward and his cock scraped against her g-spot, causing her pussy to grip around him so much he couldn’t move. He growled and spread her legs even further, rubbing her clit when he started to move inside her again, hitting that one spot over and over until she was shaking in his arms, body begging for release.

He pushed her to her hands and knees and gripped her waist and pistoned into her, skin smacking against the others as his feral instinct took over. His dick twitched and throbbed inside her and he was breathing heavily as he leaned over her and wrapped his arms around her waist and thrust into her with even more force than before. Her arms collapsed and she laid her head on her arms, tears running down her face from pleasure.

She could feel that she was about to cum, and he was getting her there fast. It’s like there was a cord inside her getting tighter and tighter until it was too much. Mammon kept pounding her relentlessly and she yelled, panting his name, the string coming undone, her insides milking his dick inside of her. His hips stuttered in their rhythm and he shortly thrust into her a couple times before pressing into her and releasing, his dick twitching as it released his sperm inside the woman he loved. 

He removed himself from her, and her body went slack. She flopped to the side, breathing heavily, one arm on her forehead. “You are so beautiful..,” Mammon murmured, crawling to her side and spooning her into his warmth. MC hummed and cuddled into him, “I love you so much, Mammon,” she kissed the arms he had wrapped around her.

“I love you too, MC,” he kissed the top of her head and she giggled. “What’s so funny?” he asked, humor in his voice. “It’s just that we missed the whole movie, and now it’s too late to try to watch it tonight,” she craned her neck up at him and smiled, love clear in her gaze. He laughed and said into her hair, “Well, we can always try again tomorrow.”

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5/26/20

[renkkai]

best boy since day 1

[crona-19]

I wanna hug and cuddle Razor sm my chest feels so empty 😔

[crona-19]

Has this been done yet?

[akirametalent]

how other people see my enthusiasm in writing fics: passion

how it really is:

[childesboo]

so basically, i cant write or draw and it sucks, the end :'(

[belphies-pillow-deactivated2024]

In regards to people being assholes to the Devs of Obey Me....

This is going to be a long one but I’m pissed.

People need to stop complaining and harassing the devs.... I’m a gamer, I play mobile/pc/console games and NTT Solmare is by far the most generous gaming company I’ve ever come across.

Here’s some examples:

*Every event, if you complete daily tasks, save ten devil points for the 200ap deal you get every 24 hours (which is beyond generous in and of itself) and with a little bit of grinding YOU CAN complete the first page of prizes without spending any actual money. (I do it all the time...)

*By doing so you get ten demon vouchers FOR FREE! As well as an event related SSR card. If there’s a card you want, save the vouchers from a few events. It’s not hard.

*When you do a ten pull, THEY GUARANTEE AN SSR CARD! More apps are starting to do this but it’s not the norm.

*Its ok to lament shitty gacha luck (I have it in spades) but imo obey me has been far more generous in giving special cards than I’ve ever encountered.

*If you were really inclined too, you could spend money on the special event gacha to collect the shards and essentially buy a UR card.

*They give you a FREE option to farm for Grimm, that’s extremely generous. Ive spent literally weeks in other otome games to do the tiny little bit of grinding they allow (for free) daily just to clear checkpoints.

*You get to participate and complete entire story events for FREE. That’s not a norm either...most other otome apps break the story events into different character routes, with a crappy prize. It’s littered with hard to pass checkpoints and you have to buy the epilogue. (They’re not cheap)

*They have FREE daily log in bonuses that give you decent stuff.

*THE BIG ONE.....*clears throat*

THE DEVS FUCKING LISTEN TO THEIR PLAYERS AND CARE ABOUT THEM!!

It blew my damn mind when I first started seeing how much they interact with this fandom!!

*They respond quickly to app issues.

*Literally give you FREE shit and apologize whenever there’s a problem or just when they’re doing fucking maintenance!

*They’ve gone out of their way to apologize and explain content that came across as triggering for some players! On that note they’ve actually went as far to directly correct it in future event stories and lessons! They didn’t have to do it... they did because they care about the players.

*They released art content of the characters specifically so fans could have more reference material when they try their own art!!!

*There is an entire event (Levi’s Otaku Bootcamp) that’s given every few weeks with the sole purpose of giving you free items to help toward leveling up cards!! Also some devil points, AP and a demon voucher!!

If you started the game recently...you’re 👏 NOT 👏supposed 👏to be able to breeze through to lesson 28! You have to farm and grind for card items/Grimm just like the rest of us have and continue to do...

WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT THEM TO HAND YOU?!

Nothing in this world is perfect but it’s clear they are trying hard to please their fans and show appreciation to them.

You know what’s going to happen if everyone doesn’t calm down and appreciate what we have?

You’re going to wear down them down and make them jaded. They won’t take joy in creating content anymore and it’ll drag the game down. And I couldn’t blame them in the slightest.

I’ve seen the way artists and writers get treated in this fandom. I’ve seen some of these brilliant people get so discouraged they delete their social media accounts and stop creating content.

It’s sickening....

It may come as a surprise but the devs, writers and all the staff involved with Obey Me are *gasp* real people too!!! Real people, with real feelings. You don’t think it affects them when you’re attacking them?

There’s a difference between starting a dialogue because you have questions or concerns with the game and then there’s being a prick...

Don’t be a prick....

This is a great game with a fun concept.

So chill the fuck out and give the devs a break. You don’t like the game, don’t play.

[ppnuggie111]

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞

leviathan x female reader smut

warnings ; possessive dom reader, sensitive sub levi, marking/love bites/hickeys, tail and horn grabbing, riding, dirty talk, thigh squeezing (even tho he got some chopstick lady legs), orgasm denial, edging, rough sex, squirting

a/n : im going to do a few dominant reader chapters, since i usually write for a submissive reader. though, ive been finding that i repeat the same actions every time i do a sub reader. so, to change things up for now, i'll do a few dominant reader chapters with different types of kinks and all. besides, being a dom writer is a bit troublesome to write for a sub reader when you have no idea what they act like when sub. whether they're bratty, flustered, blunt, or anything else, ive got no clue. all i know is how to be a possessive easily jealous dom 🤷‍♀️ also this was supposed to be out by last night lmao oops.

word count : 1.7k+

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sucking and biting, the endless whimpers and whines from the demon never stopped. straddling his lap, grinding against his hard erection, teasing and tempting him more. "a-ah~" a small moan fell from his lips, causing me to lift up my head and stare into his sunset colored eyes. lust, passion, love. many more emotions were held within them, tense and raw.

        "levi," his name flowed off my tongue, my eyes piercing into his as the blush upon his pale cheeks grew a more intense color of redish pink. "you naughty boy."

planting my face back into the crook of his neck, i licked a spot before attaching my teeth to it, sucking before digging in the skin, not harsh enough to cause it to bust and bleed, but gentle enough to leave a deep mark. a mark to show who exactly leviathan belongs to.

        seeing his horns, i reached up, gently stroking them before clasping my hand around them gently, knowing how sensitive they are. loud erotic sounds erupted from levi's throat, his face flushing an even deeper red shade then before.

        chuckling to myself, i licked them softly before sliding myself from his body and to my knees. grabbing the hem of his pants, i tugged them down, revealing the tight tent in his boxers, a small wet stain with white. licking my lips, i slipped his pants off before grabbing ahold of his legs, holding them in my hands and kissing at his skin softly, before starting to suck and nibble, then leaving more marks.

planning to mark the demon head to toe, i stared into his eyes, a wicked smile spread across my lips as i could see slight tears come to the brim of his eyelids. "(y/n) please~" he moaned out softly, his forked tongue bit between his teeth as i neared closer to the tent hidden behind his underwear. "not yet, levi. you've been a good boy this far, so continue before i decided to be rougher."

nipping more at his smooth thighs, i left more marks amongst his pale skin. teeth digging in his flesh, leaving red marks that would surely bruise. licking at them softly as i left more and more behind every spot i went to, i turned my slightly to see levi's face. his hair was disheveled, his face red and his forked tongue out, saliva present on it. his eyes were closed, his neck starting to bruise and become red from the previous marks left on his skin.

        smiling to myself, I continued my work down here. levi's tail was in view, a thought going through my head. reaching over and gently grabbing it, a loud moan escaped levi's lips. rubbing my thumb along his scales, feeling just exactly how cold to the touch it was. i knew he had scale markings amongst is body, seeing as i had already stimulated those on his neck.

releasing his tail, my hands grasped back on his thighs, causing him to yelp in surprise. feeling the soft skin within my hands, as well as feeling the dent of my marks on them, i looked at what i made. there were already bruises forming, some parts having red spots showing that blood would pop up if i had just bitten a little harder.

"levi, baby." i spoke softly, my hands moving up his thighs and towards his hips until my fingers latched onto the hem of his boxers. "you've been good so far. hold on a little more, alrighty?" i moved up, planting kisses amongst his stomach and up his chest to meet his lips, placing a gentle kiss upon them.

slipping his underwear off from his hips and down his legs, i made quick disposal of them. looking down to see in between his legs was his erection, standing straight up, pre-cum leaking from the tip and down the rest of his length. the veins under the skin were clear, able to be seen. biting my bottom lip, i moved to see levi's expression.

his expression was the same before, except his eyes were open, revealing those sunset eyes i had found myself to fall in love with. leaning in, i pressed my lips against his. "be patient, be a good boy for me levi." i whispered against his mouth. he let out a soft grunt, watching as i moved back to take off my own clothes.

        lifting up my shirt and unclipping my bra, i dropped those clothing items to the ground before ridding myself of my shorts and panties. leaving my clothes to accompany levi's on the ground, i moved back towards his body, still sitting in the chair he'd sit in to game.

          his face got even more red, if that was even a possibility. straddling his lap, i hovered above his reaction, only moving down to tease the tip to my slit, letting it feel how wet ive become.

        his hands moved from the arm rests of the chair and settled on my hips, grasping them lightly. leaning into his touch, i nuzzled against his skin, feeling the vibrations of his soft moans. pressing a kiss to one of the bruises forming, i lowered myself onto his length.

        my walls sucked him in, his size stretching me once more and soaking in the slick within my entrance. slowly lowering, i stopped when it was all in. staying still, i let my body get accustomed to the new sensation. once ready, i lifted my hips from off him before slamming myself back down, a loud moan ripping from my throat, mingling with levi's own groan in the air.

        examining his eyes, i saw small tears form in them. bringing my hand up, i wiped them away before pressing a kiss to his adams apple. lifting my hips back up, i started to form a rhythm, sliding off and on to his cock as my hips moved up and down. the tip entered at a harsh pace, pushing against my spongey spot, before continuing its way deep into me before coming out.

        angling my hips for him to hit that special spot, he started to thrust up, falling into a small sync with my own pace. more moans ripped through my throat, my hands moving from his shoulders to his horns, grasping ahold of the bases of them and leaning into him.

        bouncing amongst his cock, my breasts moving with every harsh thrust against him, i stared into his eyes. seeing all the emotions within them, mixing and stirring around. as his tip kept hitting my special spot, the rest of his cock following to press against it, the veins pressing harder, more moans came from out me.

        gripping his horns harder, running my thumb up and down them, i stimulated the demon under me more, bringing him closer to his orgasm. "(y/n)!" he gasped, more tears forming at the brim of his eyes. "i-i'm gonna cum soon!" he gasped out. rubbing harsher, faster amongst his horns as i kept a steady pace with his member, i could feel him twitch inside of me.

        before he could cum, i lifted my hips up and away from his, hearing a desperate whine come out his throat. confusion and desperation were written within his face.

        "not yet, i havent gave you permission to cum, naughty boy." I whispered into his ear before turning myself around, until back was pressed up against his. his hands grasped ahold of my hips once more, his length ready to penetrate me once more and bring him closer to his and my orgasm.

        sliding my onto his length, i felt the bit of cum that did escape from him. panting slightly as he started to move once more, this time with every soft thrust he gave, it hit my g-spot. his tail was flicking around against the ground, my eyes following its length until i found the base of it. grabbing ahold, i felt the cold scales against my warm fingers.

        stimulating and putting more pleasure into levi, his hips started to thrust harder against me, chasing our orgasms as his tip kept hitting against my g-spot at a fast pace, the veins at the top of his cock pushing against them as well.

        gasping, i closed my eyes from the feeling, enjoying the pleasure i was receiving. wet moans and the sound of his hips slamming up to meet mine filled within the room.

        "Levi~!" his name fell from my lips, as i felt my orgasm coming closer. determined, he kept thrusting against my hips, until a certain groan rumbled from his throat. a signal that he was going to cum.

        pushing my hips against his as much as i could, the knot within my lower abdomen broke as my walls clenched down around his length, my body shaking against his as my own cum gushed out of my body. he soon released after i had, his body shaking slightly as his grip against my hips tightened, his nails digging and piercing into my skin.

        his semen spurted from his tip, and into my entrance, painting it all white with his cum. panting, i let go of his tail, and turning to rest my head against his chest.

        his arms enclosed around me, embracing and caging me into his touch. "good boy," i breathed out before placing a kiss to his collar bone where one of his scales were.

        "but we're not done just yet." a wicked smile formed across my face.

[keii]

Obey Me fanart I did a couple months ago of Levi, Beel, and Belphie.

[shellys-thirst-corner]

Waking up to Belphie’s Touch

Notes: MC is ok with this.

(first post, please be gentle!)

It’s 2:30am and Belphie is waking up from a long nap. He went to bed as soon as class was over, so he’s been sleeping for quite a while. He sleepily gazes around the attic, his favorite place to nap, and everything is dark except the little blinking light coming from his D.D.D.  A text message from MC. Come meet me in my room. I’ll be waiting. Sent 3 hours ago. He senses a hint of flirting from it and texts back. Is the offer still up, babe? A few minutes pass but there’s no answer. She usually replies almost instantly. He goes there anyway.  

Quietly, Belphie opens the door and sees MC laying on the side with the blanket covering only her legs up to mid-thigh. The soft curves of their exposed back gently caressed by the dim light of their room sends a shiver down  Belphie’s spine. What an inviting sight. The room is heavy with energy, and smells of sex. It is clear what she did during his absence.

Without giving it much thought, he walks towards her bed and kneels beside her, peering over her and removing her hair away from her neck. Planting a soft kiss on her warm neck he whispers, “I’m here, babe.” but gets no response.  He tries again pressing his lips harder on her cheek and caressing her shoulder. A small smile forms in the corner of her lips. A sweet response. He goes further, he knows her, and she’s probably dreaming of him.

Belphie’s hand traces further down her arm, feeling the soft skin under his fingertips making MC shiver in response. Warm kisses follow the trail left by his fingers, while MC shifts to lay on her back. ‘Nnn.. Be…’ she mutters in her sleep. Upon hearing her almost say his name, he moves up to her chest. He stares, watching it rise and fall at a steady pace. His hand reaches up to her chest, circling her right nipple making it hard. He loved watching her body react like that. ‘Mmm…’ That sleepy little moan made his cock twitch. He leans over and takes her nipple in his mouth, giving a gentle suck, as his hand now caressed her thigh, exposing it further.  

MC is dreaming of him, he’s aware of it. ‘Belphie…’ She calls out. ‘I’m here’. He whispers back. The fact that he knows MC has this fantasy and that he is making it come true gets him so hard, so he’s taking his time. He’s enjoying the sight of her body shaking with every touch, every kiss. He continues to explore her sensitivity now gliding his hand from her knee to inner thigh. MC lets out a quiet moan making Belphie twitch again. His lips and tongue now give more aggressive sucks on MC while his fingers roam further up her thigh, gliding his thumb over her slit, and pressing between, in her most sensitive part yet.  

His breathing becomes hot and heavy against her skin and she starts panting through her mouth. “Belphie…” she moans his name. Slowly waking up and feeling his warmth on her chest. She spreads her legs for him, now fully aware of the situation she’s in. “You came.” She whispers with a grin. Her cheeks burned, her hands searching for his hair, while she pulled him towards her face. Their lips finally meet consuming each other. A long deep kiss, inviting him over to her bed and body. He follows without hesitation.  

Wordless consent, fire growing within them without flames. He presses his throbbing erection against her exposed sex, making her moan into his mouth with parted lips. “Belphie I want you.” She gazes into his violet eyes. “And you will have me soon.”  Their desire grows. He stands up and shakes off his shirt. Her hands reach for his belt, swiftly unbuckling it. He picks up her efforts and steps out of his pants as she pulls off his boxers.  “Oh my… Belphie!” Hunger almost tangible in her voice as soon as she sees him so hard and ready, pre-cum slowly dripping from the tip.  

She doesn’t need to say anything for him to know what she wants, what she needs. Without wasting a second he grabs his firm cock and slides it along her slit, feeling how wet she gets when he smears his precum all over it. Her response was instant. She moans loud enough for anyone who stood at the door to hear.  “Tell me how bad you want it.” Belphie demanded, eyes boring into her own. “Fuck. I want you so bad…”  “Beg.” He commands her. “Belphie, please. F-fuck me…” and without further notice he slides his hard length completely inside her. He loves to hear her beg for his cock, it makes him feel in complete control, to know she is his. He adores her like a goddess.  

She loves pleasing him, giving herself to him in any way he asks. She is always so eager to please. Her king. He is her owner and she his pet, and whatever he wants her to be, she is, only for him.  Feeling him stretch her walls, she tries to wrap her legs around him but he stops her. “I want you like this…” His hands pressed firmly against the back of her thighs holding her legs against her belly, exposing her completely and hitting that sweet spot with every thrust.  “Fuck!”  she shuts her eyes and holds on tightly to her bed sheets below with her fists.  

He can hear her soaking wet beneath him. Her moans drive him wild. Unable to hold it anymore, he transforms. She feels him grow harder inside her, and that sends a different kind of heated wave across her stomach. Her arousal grows with each thrust. She opens her eyes and sees him fucking her brains out in demon form and that was it for her. “B-Belphie, I’m going to…” He stops.  “Nope. You get to come when I tell you to.” He says in a low dark voice, almost sadistically.  He rests his tip at her entrance, his thumb pressing on her clit. He lets her calm down just enough to continue.  She whines, but complies. She feigns obedience, but she knows how to make him give her what she wants. “Belphie, please. I need you!” she pleaded with half-lidded eyes and a lustful gaze. “You don’t play fair, babe…”

And with those words, he rams inside her, circling her thumb against her clit, making her tremble. “Belphie I’m so close!” she cried out as he gave a final thrust coming inside her with a feral growl erupting from his chest. “Haahh, MC, fuck!” His warm thick seed spurted deep inside her as her walls clenched around his cock, milking it They both came at the same time.  

He laid down on her, still panting, his forehead glistening with sweat. She removes the hair away to look into his eyes. “I love you, Belphie.” She whispers while kissing him. And they both fell asleep.  

[childesboo]

hello, i have had lots of family drama and adult stuff ive needed to do, so i haven't been writing 😥 i have been drawing occasionally though!

i hope i can get to writing again soon :)

my Twitter is the same as my tumblr handle (im more active on there)

hope you guys are doing well ♥️♥️

[childesboo]

this is my precious cinnamon roll Abby, my first actual OC that ive made :) her bday is aug 2nd 🎊

[diavohno]

peccant pt.1

▹ pairing: lucifer x fem!reader, mammon x fem!reader, leviathan x fem!reader, satan x fem!reader, asmodeus x fem!reader, beelzebub x fem!reader, belphegor x fem!reader

▹ genre: smut, rut!au

▹ words: 6.6k

▹ rating: nsfw

▹ warnings: mc curses like a sailor and solomon has no filter, lucifer’s had a rough time, a pinch of grinding, mentions of masturbation, hickies, explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, rough sex

▹ notes: tadaa! this took a bit longer than I had originally planned (hence the big gap between the sneak peek and the full release) but I was determined to crank this out for @hornywrath​‘s birthday! hope you enjoy a lil bit of mammon hun, and happy birthday! also, I guess this also counts for a 400 follower milestone, which we hit very recently! thank you all for being here, I hope the wait was worth it ;)

“Solomon, I’m about ready to fight someone,” you seethed to the sorcerer as you glared up at his ceiling from your comfortable resting spot on top of his bed.

The entire situation was ridiculous. The brothers had been actively avoiding you almost all week, which was annoying enough, but today they had cut off all communication with you entirely. No one came down to breakfast, no one was in any of your shared classes, and no one even bothered to text you so you’d know what the hell was going on. If they were going to give you the cold shoulder the LEAST they could do would be to tell you why.

Instead, you were left to wonder what you had done wrong because surely there was some explanation for their behavior. After a full day of scouring your memory during boring classes (in which there was no one to distract you, unlike usual) you were still drawing a blank on what exactly you had done. 

This only meant one thing: you were 100% innocent in this situation, and the brothers would never live this down if you had anything to say about it.

When you were about halfway back to the House of Lamentation after class your D.D.D. buzzed. Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest seeing that the notification was a text from Lucifer. It was the first time any of the brothers had contacted you all day! With any luck, you’d finally get some explanation as to just what was going on, and (if you were lucky) an apology. The second one is highly unlikely given that it was Lucifer who had texted you, but you still had hope. That is, until you opened the message.

After class, immediately go to Purgatory Hall. You will be staying there with the other exchange students until further notice.

A second set of buzzes followed the first, in case one punch to your heart wasn’t enough.

Under no circumstances are you allowed to return to the House of Lamentation without permission.

Excuse you? Were you seriously just told that you weren’t allowed in your own house anymore? Sadly, yes, that seemed to be exactly what had just happened, and Lucifer isn’t the sort of person that you’d argue with about an order.

But come on, you hadn’t even gotten an explanation!

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41.  The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.

Anonymous said: can you do “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.” with mammon please?

(i have this request for Lucifer as well but i’m struggling with it so it’s being delayed)

warnings: thigh riding ig 

word count: 713

prompt list! requests open!

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[mammonrights-deactivated2021062]

jazzofmine said: 11 with Mammoney 🤩🤩🤩🤩

11) “I bet you think you’re real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home.” 

wc: 1.3k of word vomit because it’s 2AM  

prompt list!

smut under cut y’all 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Mammon knew he shouldn’t have let you come out with him, taking you to this party was a mistake. He didn’t really know just how bad of an idea it was until he saw what you were wearing. “What are ya wearin’ human? That could get ya in a lot of trouble!” He tried to warn you, but your stubborn self refused to change. 

Now, Mammon’s watching you from the other side of the room. His eyes haven’t left you the entire night, though he respected your desire to mingle freely. There were far too many lower demons around you, circling you like animals. Mammon tried to hang back, tried to give you the freedom you desire but he’s starting to lose it.

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[beelzebubs-gf]

Is it Thirsty Friday? If so then I imagine that Mammon's dirty talk game is on point. Like he'll Be able to get you wet/hard with just words

He most definitely could get you wet with his words, I’m truly convinced about that.

Friday was movie night for House of Lamentation, you’d join the brothers in the living room and watch a movie or two. This time around Diavolo had invited himself to join you all for the movie night. An extra person in the room meant less room for everyone to sit. The moment it became clear that there wasn’t enough place for everyone, you got pulled in Mammon’s lap.

It was all fine for a while until you felt something poke your ass. You immediately knew what it was and it made a small smile creep on your face. You go to shift in Mammon’s lap, even rutting against it a little. You suddenly feel a hand around your waist pulling you close.

“Mhm does someone want daddy’s attention?” You hear Mammon whisper in your ear. You rut against his hard dick as a response, making him gasp. “So eager, what do you want baby?”  

You grab his hand under the blanket kind of pushing it down. “Do you want daddy to touch you?” He presses a kiss to your neck. “Ow baby when we get back to my room your gonna get it. Bet you can’t wait to have my dick down your throat.” You let out a soft moan at the thought.

“I think me and MC are going to call it a day. They feel a little hot and I don’t want them getting sick so, bye” Mammon pulls out of the room before his brothers get to say anything. 

The moment you get to his room you are pretty much are thrown on the bed. “Come on baby, time to show me how eager you are for this cock.”

[peeled-tangerine]

I keep kicking my innocent blankets (kick kick)

Mammon x reader

A/N: Mom said its my turn on the fanfic and i say that it's loving Mammon hours. (aka me being affection starved and taking it out on Mammon)

You don't think there is a single soul in devildom that doesn't know that Mammon can't take a compliment. Not in the way that he'll compliment you back or be bashful. It always starts out as a blush. And then a garbled mess of "haha, o-of course!! I'm the great Mammon! Ya would be ridiculous to n-not!!". But then, as time goes on, it becomes glaringly apparent that Mammon hasn't received a genuine compliment in a long time. Not a heartfelt comment nor praise. And it's about high time you do something about it.

And you personally think there is one reason why. His brothers. But you don't think they're evil, heck they're devils for hell's sake. Sometimes it's just malicious. The comments about how he’s the worst, how he’s undeserving and some other choice words that could hurt any person they were targeted to. Both you and Mammon know that his brothers would die for him, but it’s easy to understand why Mammon sometimes doubts himself and his brothers.

In addition, there's usually a good reason for insult. Mammon has a terrible habit of not thinking things through. Things like stealing, making things hard for his brothers and generally being a menace. You can acknowledge that. He's not one of the avatars of sin for nothing.

However, you also think that it's sometimes very unwarranted and uncalled for when his brothers attack him.

That being said, it makes you just a very different type of angry when they keep kicking Mammon when he’s already down. You know they have his best interests at heart, but they might just be too used to using him as a punching bag at this point. Even as just a human you do tend to step in when you can see that Mammon is hurt. He’s not a baby, and he can certainly handle a lot of fire, however, even the avatar of greed has a limit.

Mammon never says anything, but you can tell that it gets to him sometimes. Even if it’s just an off handed comment about how useless it is, it can still hurt. And you’ve told him as much. That his siblings are allowed to tease him, but that he’s also allowed to tell them when it’s too much. He’d just laughed it off and told you, “The great Mammon can handle anything, so don’t worry your little head, it might break from all the thinkin and worryin.” But his brothers don't see him staring at the wall, or how his eyes get glassy sometimes. Or how he gets very quiet. It’s a tragedy to be honest.

So of course, since you can’t stand to see your handsome and bright demon unhappy you compliment him at any given chance. And honestly, it’s so attractive to see him blush and squirm. It's not only for your benefit, but his as well. The way his chest puffs out and how a smile slowly starts working its way on his face after the initial blush and obnoxious exclamations. You might be feeding his ego a bit too much, but you really can't help yourself. Not when he turns bashful and sweet like Mammon tends to do.

One movie night you decide to go all in. Mammon has been feeling down, you can tell. It’s not that he’s depressed or crying, but you can tell that Asmodeus’ comment about how he’s useless and should just go and die has crawled under his skin. It was nothing unusual, but paired with the argument it stemmed from and the other brothers bullying him equally.. well, it takes its toll.

You send a quick message to Mammon that you’re waiting for him and what movie you’ll be watching. You have a small fear that he might reject movie night in favor of moping in his own room, but you quickly get a sticker with thumbs up. Nothing to worry about, mammon loves movie nights.

He arrives just as you’ve put in the movie and he looks sad. Like a kicked puppy. It’s like he doesn’t even have the effort of acting confident any more. That’s how you know his brother’ words affect him. You might just have to rip them all a new one when this is all said and done.

“Yo, ya got the movie going?” His voice doesn’t even have the same quality of obnoxious and confident. Like a balloon without air, totally deflated. This might require a lot more love and attention than you initially thought. Luckily, you have a lot of that for him.

As he sits down on the soft bed you decide to pull your first move. You both back up until your backs hit the wall and you put the laptop in your lap. As Mammon is getting comfy you decide to slide your arm around him and lean your head on his shoulder. Step one accomplished.

Your arm is now comfortably snuggled around Mammon’s slim waist and you can practically hear the steam that leaves his ears. The heat you feel radiating from his face and neck is a confirmation that he’s blushing. A lot.

“W-what are you doing?!”

Turning your face towards Mammon gives you the bonus view of watching his ears redden as well.

“What does it look like?”

His breath is a bit rapid and you can feel his heartbeat as you’re cuddling into him.

“I can move if you-” You make a motion to move away.

“No!”

You raise your eyebrows at him as you watch his ears earn a deeper hue of red. His hand is holding onto your arms. It's so cute you might just die.

“I mean, it must be pretty great to cuddle with me, so of course ya would take the chance..”

Normally it would come out bold, but right now the only thing bold about Mammon is the blush from his neck to his ears. His voice is a soft murmur and you honestly don’t think you’ll be able to survive if this is how he gets.

The blankets are warm and toasty as you sit together in almost silence. The screen in addition to some fairy lights create a very comfortable atmosphere and with it Mammon has gotten more confident. He’s now leaning his head back on yours and at some point pushed you closer to him. You'd started tracing patterns on his waist at some point during the movie, and to say that Mammon melted into it would be an understatement. But he'd never admit how much he enjoys it to your face.

You're feeling like it’s been quiet for too long, so step two of the plan is ready to commence. You grab Mammon’s hand, it’s unusually soft, and intertwine your fingers. Quietly in your own mind you think that it’s a nice touch. Tender and warm is the way to go. You might also have to ask what hand cream he uses because goddamn those things are soft.

“W-what are ya doing!?”

You turn your face in his neck and nussle the soft skin of his neck. Damn, you’re killing it. You should pat yourself on the shoulder. But your hand is too busy holding Mammons. Oh well. And why is his skin so fucking soft. Asmodeus is gonna have a stroke when he finds out his skin isn't the best between him and his brothers.

“Showing appreciation.” you say casually. Or what you hope is casually, you're a little giddy from all the affection.

He opens and closes his mouth several times, but no sound comes out.

“What’s all this mushy stuff about all of the sudden?” It comes after a while, but he musters up a sentence. You grin at the way he tries to flee but at the same time seeks out the affection. Your greedy boy.

“I think you could stand to be shown some affection once in a while, don’t you think so Mammon?”

He seems to melt into your embrace more and more as you stroke the back of his hand softly. “Yeah, of course, i already know i’m great but IIIeeEEEe-”

If this was the reaction a kiss on the neck garnered you would've done it more than once. And you would've done it sooner. You're endeared by the way he's moved away from you, but hasn't really escaped your embrace. Mammon might want to act all cool and untouchable, but in the end, even he can't resist comfort.

Especially not when you're the one handing it out. And the way he doesn't know whether to squirm away or lean into your touch? So incredibly endearing.

"w-what the hell are you playing at!?"

His upper body may be turned away, but his lower half is firmly planted right next to you.

"showing you how much i like you."

Now, the statement might've come out a lot more tender and softly than you intended. Before you know it Mammon has decided to slide down and hide under the blanket.

Although he doesn't say anything, the red tips of his ears speak louder than words. And maybe, just maybe, he has some weird attraction power to his hair, because the next thing you know, your hand is in it. And if you thought Asmodeus had good hair care…

He's trying to shove his head even further into the blanket but the only direction his head is going is in your lap. Very smooth Mammon, very smooth. You suspect it's more subconscious than it is intentional, but you'll take it.

You play with Mammon's hair for some time. It's actually not even to tease him anymore, you've just gotten into a rhythm. And his hair is really soft. Your mother may not have raised a coward, but she did raise a simp. A huge Mammon simp.

Two startling blue eyes meets you from the blanket. You've never been in a staring contest this intense. He's somehow wormed his way between your legs and has made his chin comfortable on your stomach. More like, dug it into your stomach.

And he's shoved the computer off your lap during the shuffle so it lays sad and sideways next to you on the sheets. It's still playing the movie, so without knocking Mammon off your lap, you pause the movie and close the computer.

"Are you comfy?"

Your aim is just to tease him, but he ends up hiding his whole face on your stomach and answers with a whine. He's probably very comfy.

"Mams, look at me."

He makes another muffled whining noise.

“Baby.”

Louder denial noise emerges from your abdomen.

“Sweetheart.”

He looks up, cheeks permanently flushed at this point and eyes looking anywhere but your face.

So that’s what it takes to make Mammon do things. Terms of endearment. Oh this is most definitely being noted for later use.

“Ya know, one thing is my brothers being assholes, but now you too?”

Oh. Oh what a terrible misunderstanding this has become. You cup his face in your hands and thumb at his cheekbones. He leans his face into the palm of your hand and now you suddenly understand the expression of having someone at the palm of your hand.

“Oh really… So you would rather me not call you baby?”

His response came embarrassingly quick.

“N-no!”

You raise your brow at him.

“but ya don’t have to treat me like one…”

Smooth recovery Mammon.

You know you’re coddling him an unnecessary amount. And that all this praise and affection will most definitely go directly to his ego. But how could you not? You’re a human in hell for christ sake, of course you're gonna fall into temptation. And this temptation just so happens to be to love the crap out of Mammon.

Deciding that you’re already inflating his ego you brush aside his bangs and kiss his forehead.

His reactions aren’t as dramatic as when the movie night started, but you can still see that it flusters him. But he’s more bold now. He wraps his arms around your waist in an awkward embrace and literally cuddles up to your stomach.

Deciding that the best place to rest your hands is Mammon’s hair you open up the computer again and start the movie. He doesn’t really move or say anything, but he’s restless. Like he has something on his mind but can’t really say it. But you’re not gonna push it. You’re lucky he didn’t run out the door the second you started your affectionate ambush.

A quiet murmur from your abdomen takes your attention away from the movie.

“Did you say something Mammon?”

Another mumble, a little louder this time comes from his face mushed into your i clothes. Diavolo give me strength. This man is going to send you into cardiac arrest.

“Mamonnie, you’re gonna need to speak up.”

He looks up at you like you’ve just asked him to move the moon.

And maybe this is why you've set this whole ridiculous plan in motion. Because somehow, being sent to a school in literal hell without having signed up for it and getting to know the avatars of sin, is not the craziest thing that has happened to you.

The craziest thing has been how you've become so stupidly endeared and charmed by the second oldest brother. How his stupid antics and inability to admit that he loves being coddled has brought you to the point that you would give Mammon the world if he asked.

"Can you kiss me again?"

And by Diavolo, you hear his request as clear as day. If you hadn't already been ready to give Mammon the world you would now. And who are you to deny your favorite demon a kiss?

You gently cup his face and brush your thumbs over his cheekbones. In your mind you know you're never going to get tired of doing that. While gently stroking his face you bring it closer to yours.

The space between his brow gets a light kiss. Then you peck his temple. As you move further along, from his temple, to his cheek, to his nose, you notice he's not squirming. And he's not blushing a bright scarlett anymore. He's just simply relaxing in your hands.

And it lays heavy on your chest. Not in a bad way. Just the weight of overwhelming affection. And when you finally reach his lips, there's nowhere else you'd rather be. As much as everything is starting to sound like a cliche romance novel, you don't mind at all.

It's nothing like you thought your first kiss with Mammon would be, you're not a coward, you have 100% thought about kissing Mammon before. A lot actually. And it's usually more teeth and tongue and passion.

But this is all tender feelings and pining. You have all the time in the world. And yeah, maybe the angle isn't the best, and the movie might still be playing, but you honestly have no idea, still it doesn't matter.

And maybe you lay in bed and lazily make out for a while. The movie might also have played its full course without either of you noticing. But how can you when you have your arms full of Mammon and all the time in the world?

There's only a stop to the makeout session when Levi interrupts it with a particularly mortified screech. You just wish people could learn how to knock in this damn house.

A/N: all feedback is appreciated and this work can be found on ao3 too!! I just wanted to simp for Mammon on main,,,,