BORN OF CUPERE

Dash only MAMMON of OBEY ME! Bought by TURTLE.

[cupereborn]

" Quit squirming." Lucifer's voice coming on strong and assertive, his fingers wrapped around Mammon's chin as he eyed him. "After all, I went through such trouble to truss you up in my red room of pain. We have a lot to get through." // from luci TAKE IT AS YOU WILL. :D

ERI͠S̷ȨD ҉s̷ih̕t lla̶ ̛h̛t̸iw̡ ͝d͠n̡a̧ - -

     A fool’s derisive breath hitched at the throat, causing otherwise arrogant tenors to catch in a nervous choke that he quickly swallowed in favor of fearful rebellion.        Toned musculature that strained, but uselessly, against velvet bonds, and only momentarily, freezing the instant contact was made.… if he refused eye contact, would the result be more dire?                      If he complied, would he be released early? (Was he truly a masochist, for the way his heart currently beat as though to drums of war?)      Either route was available, and his own PRIDE was something easily cast aside in favor of personal gain.       Crimson washed fallow flesh the colour of frustration, as bichromatic pools finally shifted to become engrossed in the elder SIN’s abyss.

                  “Ain’t this a little much?          I thought ya’ said I was cute? I ain’t gonna do a damn cute thing like this…                  Not… not if ya’ keep this up, yanno I ain’t ashamed of any of it. … ESPECIALLY IF YA’ KEEP SHOWIN’ ME ALL MY EXPIRED AUCTIONS!             JUST LET ME RE-UP THEM! C’MON, LUCI, THIS SUCKS!”

                                                             ;;DEE̶RG ̶ruo̡y ll̸a ͜s̶kr̵a͞p̡s̕ ͜ta̛ht͘ ̢gni͞ht yr̶e͝v̀ eh͟t ͘e͢b̀ o̴t ͏t̕n͜a̸w I͠ ̨

[cupereborn]

" So what's with your get up anyways? Bad impersonation of a biker gang bitch? " ( Isao )

ERI͠S̷ȨD ҉s̷ih̕t lla̶ ̛h̛t̸iw̡ ͝d͠n̡a̧ - -

                                           “H’ah?”

True lamentation was the idle fact that the enigmatic and BENEVOLENT aspect of greed really hadn’t paid much heed to what had been said, far too occupied with snapping a shot of the intricate piece of artwork that would soon be placed on the black market as quite the expensive novelty.               A painting done by a human, promoted by the demonic prince himself..     (And to have the time to witness its creation was fascinating, as he insisted on spending time with the surly mortal in order to ‘maximize profits’.)And the winged, fiery form by which he had assumed to boost the dramatic effect of presentation had not been invoked out of rampant emotion, and was such a NOVEL thing to witness of the Second-Born - he had… truly expected more awe, for some damn reason.

               “Biker? Oi, oi, c’mon now, what are ya’ sayin’ about Ore-sama’s DASHING looks?       Not everyone gets th’ chance ta’ see this,                            and yer’ gettin’ the show for FREE, yanno.    No need ta’ be that shy about it, I know it can be pretty overwhelming~.”

                                                             ;;DEE̶RG ̶ruo̡y ll̸a ͜s̶kr̵a͞p̡s̕ ͜ta̛ht͘ ̢gni͞ht yr̶e͝v̀ eh͟t ͘e͢b̀ o̴t ͏t̕n͜a̸w I͠ ̨

[lorddiiavolo]

memories‌:

I’ve been silent for too long and can no longer bear to keep this inside: @tclesnmirrors is a good person and deserves many good things.

@tclesnmirrors​

[cupereborn]

@tclesnmirrors

[cupereborn]

headcanon: levi and mammon play fight a lot in demon form because levi is the only brother strong enough to handle mammon’s strength. sure, levi gets bruised up here and there but if it were anybody else they’d be absolutely covered in bruises and would be most definitely be unable to move around properly due to bruised bones and broken blood vessels. meanwhile levi is like, “oh, this bruise? fucking mammon elbowed me that lil’ bastard.” and brush it off like it was nothing.

Accepted and copyrighted so anyone who mentions it has to pay us royalties.     - - After all, they are demons, they’re the embodiment of human folly going out of control, and if the tendency to completely lose all sentient inclination after a few grievances it’s pretty clear that these boys are RESTLESS aND FERAL.But Mammon, in that regard, seems to have the most self control available out of all the brothers, not once have we seen the bastard lose it or act out violently, except(kind of) to LEVI.     But Levi also has an insane amount of self restraint, it actually took quite a bit for him to recall the fact he was a demon lord and try to slaughter a foolish mortal, but he and Mammon seem to be the most, dare I say, human of them.Mammon is powerful, supposedly the strongest after Lucifer, so it goes to show he’d have to be careful at all times, never lose his cool, despite the jabs and jeers and everything in between because if he lashed out, oops, there goes a baby brother - but that doesn’t mean the inclination isn’t there - he just loves them, and they fucking know it.Out of all his brothers, though, ironically, he and Levi seem to get along the most, they both, despite being complete dicks about it, seem to understand each other the most.   Which also means trust that he wouldn’t just decimate the slithery otaku,               which I guess, in a way, beating each other up would be a sign that they care.

[gurosilk-deactivated20210907]

mammon shows great self-restraint from simply and consciously choosing not to completely obliterate his younger brothers for frankly disrespecting him every chance they get and i think that’s an underrated aspect of his character people gloss over, in this essay i will

[cupereborn]

18 ( Isao )

ERI͠S̷ȨD ҉s̷ih̕t lla̶ ̛h̛t̸iw̡ ͝d͠n̡a̧ - -

   Breath as waves of volcanic ash, heat that hitched the breath and sent it careening back out in a winded growl, amusement a flustered crimson wash over sun-touched skin, as the avaricious avatar eagerly timed the gentle rock of thighs to the contact he was being granted from an artist’s crafty grasp.  Each pass a jolt of fiery current, twitching flesh STARVED FOR MORE anytime there was a lapse in warmth over an overtly at attention tool of sin - this guy really knew he was doing, huh? Not exactly bad for a human.      It wasn’t enough.  Gently, as gently as he was capable, an outstretched, fallow palm crowned the painter’s foreign locks, gripping just firmly enough to give way to suggestion, to lower him down so that a snarky set of lips could be put to a finer use than mere sarcasm.                 “Do yer’ best for Ore-sama, alright~?”

An option would have been granted, but far too great was the need for tight, wet fire in the form of a lover’s tongue, and a quick buck forward would be all it would take to break past any weak guard.

                                                             ;;DEE̶RG ̶ruo̡y ll̸a ͜s̶kr̵a͞p̡s̕ ͜ta̛ht͘ ̢gni͞ht yr̶e͝v̀ eh͟t ͘e͢b̀ o̴t ͏t̕n͜a̸w I͠ ̨

[cupereborn]

12 M/F OLAAAY??

ERI͠S̷ȨD ҉s̷ih̕t lla̶ ̛h̛t̸iw̡ ͝d͠n̡a̧ - -

  A rippling surge of heated breath, a GENEROUS display of fang and ivory that promised no obedience despite the bonds, proven by a restless rising of hips as soon as flesh touched flesh, as soon as a pristine leg stretched over a toned thigh, he aimed to buck her forward from the saddle, and into a demon’s eager, waiting maw.      The avatar of avarice needed not his arms to wreak havoc, stealing the heat from her lips while magma surged hellfire down below - the confines of fabric could barely hold the nigh desperate NEED for contact that she so boldly denied him, even now.           “Alright, alright, if ya’ keep this up, don’t look too close inta’ my eyes,                              or Ore-sama’s not gonna be able ta’ stop from helpin’ myself.       If yer’ just gonna leave it in there, what’s the point?”

A breathless complaint laden with well-deserved frustration, and a warning that was likely not at all in jest - teasing was all well and good, but the ostentatious Second-Born was still a DEMONIC LORD, and would get what he pleased - and she raked against instincts and sanity now.

                                                             ;;DEE̶RG ̶ruo̡y ll̸a ͜s̶kr̵a͞p̡s̕ ͜ta̛ht͘ ̢gni͞ht yr̶e͝v̀ eh͟t ͘e͢b̀ o̴t ͏t̕n͜a̸w I͠ ̨

[cupereborn]

&& － 14 (M/F) :: Ophelia ♡

ERI͠S̷ȨD ҉s̷ih̕t lla̶ ̛h̛t̸iw̡ ͝d͠n̡a̧ - -

                               “Ey, ey, c’mon, you got this, I got you -                Ya’ trust Ore-sama, right? Ain’t gonna let anything bad come of it.”

Gentle was the caress up silken skin, an effortless pass from below, trailing up and over sensitive, raised flesh to encourage a shiver and the bending of a lithe form - fallow fingers spread eagle over the quiet monster’s collar, to secure her slick back firmly against his own bare chest, all while the rhythmical GREED gave her no solace, as his movement was far too pointed, far too bent on eliciting a grand crescendo from her nearly human form.           She was too kind for this, too gentle, and while self control was not what caused the demonic avatar’s stars to align, this was something that ought to feel the best without a single regret. An unprecedented shower of lips against a fair nape, reassurance as the glint of pointed fangs and a low, rumbling exhale across the shell of an ear would herald a jolt of molten heat that poured into her, though the demon refused to release her from a rather sturdy hold, powerful hips locked against supple skin for several moments more.                               “Ach, no warnin’, sorry about that, Phelia, you ok?”

                                                             ;;DEE̶RG ̶ruo̡y ll̸a ͜s̶kr̵a͞p̡s̕ ͜ta̛ht͘ ̢gni͞ht yr̶e͝v̀ eh͟t ͘e͢b̀ o̴t ͏t̕n͜a̸w I͠ ̨

[cupereborn]

magickbrew‌:

         ‘ Come to think of it ’ she paused for a moment, pretending to think back for a long period of time. She knew she was only teasing, but Mammon didn’t know that. 

              Besides, she wasn’t ready to blow the PRANK just yet. Nose up in the air, gaze lifted towards the ceiling she hums as she continues to think back to a time that never took place. ‘ Ah! That’s right, you told me in my…. ima….gina…tion….? ’ she drew out slowly–, Okay so she didn’t exactly think this part through. 

                ‘ Okay okay, relax. I’ll just see if I can take down the auction. ’

ERI͠S̷ȨD ҉s̷ih̕t lla̶ ̛h̛t̸iw̡ ͝d͠n̡a̧ - -

  A tangible ruffle to an otherwise FOOLPROOF bravado, bichromatic pools widened and clear as day as his own words were crammed back down an eager throat, only to hitch and allow a choked growl to escape from deep within a toned chest.         Fallow lips parted to rebuke (though he had an impossible time actually being angry with her), to send the wrath of the DEVILDOM storming her way, for a transgression he ought to never have to deal with!               - - then suddenly, resolution.

           “Ya.. ya’ don’t need anything?              I can get it, yanno - that’s how generous I am.. are ya’ sure? See these I’m wearin’ now? They’re no good - I can give em’ to ya’ as a gift of good will, y’see? But I need the other pair for a shoot later.”

                                                             ;;DEE̶RG ̶ruo̡y ll̸a ͜s̶kr̵a͞p̡s̕ ͜ta̛ht͘ ̢gni͞ht yr̶e͝v̀ eh͟t ͘e͢b̀ o̴t ͏t̕n͜a̸w I͠ ̨

[cupereborn]

 [[ YO.         Do ya’ happen to like money, stuff, power, good looks, masochism, debilitating bouts of self-reproach and an unhealthy response to headpats and praise?     THEN DO I HAVE A DEAL FOR YOU. Follow this dumb fucking tsundere ATM machine.                 - - DASH ONLY MAMMON of OBEY ME! Bought by TURTLE. ]]

[cupereborn]

sorrowsbled‌:

         ❛  Mammmmoonnnnn  ❜  the  demon’s  voice  is  DARK  and  haunting  as  he  appears from  the  shadows .    ❛  Sneaking  out  again  ~  ?  Really ,  you  wouldn’t  want  Lucifer catching  wind  of  you  misbehaving  again .  ❜

ERI͠S̷ȨD ҉s̷ih̕t lla̶ ̛h̛t̸iw̡ ͝d͠n̡a̧ - -

  Fear was a strong word.           A strong word, and one never to be ascribed to one such as the enigmatic, powerful, great avaricious avatar - after all, who would be afraid of the bone-white CERBERUS that was always guarding the gates to a good time?   - - Not a LEADER LIKE HIM, not a chance! A sharp hiss of breath had been released so quickly it managed to crack the air like a whip, though the ashen-maned devil stood his ground even as the soul-shattering mention of his elder sibling’s ire came to the forefront of circumstance.       A brazen display of teeth, broad shoulders bared and raised as palms faced the heavens in the most lackadaisical of shrugs.

             “Hey - hey, me? Ore-sama?                        What’re ya’ playing at, I don’t ever misbehave!       Anyway,  why do ya’ always gotta be everywhere at once?  Yer’ the suspicious one here!”

                                                             ;;DEE̶RG ̶ruo̡y ll̸a ͜s̶kr̵a͞p̡s̕ ͜ta̛ht͘ ̢gni͞ht yr̶e͝v̀ eh͟t ͘e͢b̀ o̴t ͏t̕n͜a̸w I͠ ̨

[cupereborn]

NO ONE'S BETTER AT /squinting at smudged writing on wrist SINNIN' THAN ORE-SAMA!

[cupereborn]

magickbrew‌:

       ‘ Don’t freak out, but I figured since you have like.. i dunno a bunch– you wouldn’t mind, but I put those on that demon auction site. Haven’t gotten a bite yet, but I’m feelin’ confident. ’ Were they really up for auction? No, but she didn’t have to tell him that. Yet.

ERI͠S̷ȨD ҉s̷ih̕t lla̶ ̛h̛t̸iw̡ ͝d͠n̡a̧ - -

  Stunned into a tenuous, tentative, oh so tentative silence for only the shortest of reprieves, as avaricious dogma ran the gamut of confusion all the way to utter and absolute BETRAYAL.

             “Hey hey hey HEY HEY - - - Who said you could just go and help yourself to ORE-SAMA’S valuable possessions?  I’m not so generous as to just let ya’ go off pawning that!           I NEED THAT PAIR IN PARTICULAR! You don’t think that the AVATAR OF GREED would know the difference between what’s his? ?”

The tirade was quick, a fallow storm that subsided with a quick intake of air as pinpoints of DEVILISH gold were now very much eye-level and CLOSE.                       - damn, what if this was important..?      - - what did she need that cost enough Grimm that she’d need to sell something of his? Deceit, somehow, never crossed the mind.

                 “A’right, send me the link - I’ll.. I’ll buy them back,   since yer’ too proud to just ask Mammon-sama for help. “

                                                         ;;DEE̶RG ̶ruo̡y ll̸a ͜s̶kr̵a͞p̡s̕ ͜ta̛ht͘ ̢gni͞ht yr̶e͝v̀ eh͟t ͘e͢b̀ o̴t ͏t̕n͜a̸w I͠ ̨