xiao, who‘s shivering violently right now. Couldn‘t believe you were about to take his virginity, wouldn‘t want it to be with another person either. He was beyond thankful to you but couldn‘t shake off the feeling of failure for some reason. Yet it didn‘t take him long to gradually calm down once you traced your soft fingertips over his abdomen, the goosebumps on his skin rising while his breath got steadily again. You were slow with it, —didn‘t want to make him uncomfortable—, taking his leaking cock in your hands, —tip flushing an angry red and twitching at your touches, it seemed almost desperate— to line it up with your throbbing cunt, unhurriedly guiding him inside of you and dropping your whole weight on him, snapping forward. He‘s whining now, groaning out screaming as his back arched from the way you engulfing him in your warm walls. Xiao retracted his hips up involuntarly, meeting your pace halfway which had you seeing stars, hands laying flat on his chest for additional support. The way your face lit up in passionate desire would‘ve made him cum on the spot if it wasn‘t for his immense self control.
gorou was thinking about it way more than he should, resulting in him laying down rockhard, not daring to move a muscle. You reached over so he‘d take your hand in his, slowly laying down yourself so he‘d be on top. Your legs spread just enough for his body to nestle in when he comfortable grinded himself against your heat. His cock was almost swollen, tip fading an angry red and aching desperately to feel you. He bit down harshly on his lower lip to prevent himself from quivering any more when he sheathed his cock inside of your tight cunt, moaning out whiningly from the wet feeling of your pussy grabbing him. "Oh, fuck." he‘s scrunching his eyes shut now, body almost collapsing on top of your own and sharing each others body heat when he set a comfortable pace, "i love you." he’s careful with what he’s saying— isn’t sure if he’s supposed to make any noise either, only those particular words escape from gorou‘s mouth, over and over again.
diluc, who‘s laying on the bed, the soft velvet pillows radiating his warmth once you straddled his body, hands finding refuge against his chest for additional support. He wasn‘t sure if he was supposed to do anything, his arms laying flat next to his body once you took them in your hands, guiding them up your naturally soft thighs. If anything, he was shy. Wasn‘t sure if he‘s even allowed to touch that body of yours, it looked heavens made in his eyes, too beautiful to be true. You reassured him that it‘s okay to touch you however he pleased once you dropped your whole body weight on his eagerly waiting cock. His whining and soft whimpering filled the room, the whispery sounds bouncing off the walls with great ease once you grinded yourself harder against his throbbing dick. Diluc‘s vision threatened to turn white at the pleasure you inflicted on him, grabbing harsher onto your hips to collect himself somehow, wasn‘t sure if he can allow himself to unravel in front of you yet.
albedo, who was sliding his tip over your glistering folds to use your juices as a natural lubricant. He would lie if he said he didn‘t prepare himself for this day. Meaning he read countless of books about sex and educated himself to make it perfect not only for himself but you. Little did he know that there isn‘t anything perfect in this world, more so that the first time wasn‘t about reaching that one perfect image, but connecting to each other on a deeper level. Got brought back to reality when he just couldn‘t fit into your tight cunt. He spit on his cock, —over and over again—, not even toying with your clit to get you ready seemed to help any longer. After all of that you both took a deep breath, "it‘s alright." he‘s guiding your hips up, retracting them so he‘d have a better angle to fit inside, "leave it to me." his voice calming you down, body falling forward to meet your own embrace when he snapped his hips forward in a particular angle, finally sheathing himself inside of your tight cunt. The feeling of warmth that he so desperately wanted to feel finally flowing through his body. You‘re mewling at him, twisting and turning, reaching over to kiss him like a starved woman and show him just how much he meant to you. <3
if anything, the first time with kazuha wouldn‘t be planned, it would more so happen in the heat of the moment. But the both of you wanted it that way. He adored creating new memories with you but this one in particular would be engraved in your minds forever and connect the both of you on a deeper level. Fun fact that it happened on beidou‘s ship, —while everyone was sleeping. The silent waves hitting the ship carelessly while he played with your perky breasts, kissing from your collarbone up to your lips to engage you in a heated make out session. His cock throbbing against your warm cunt, swiping his tip over your glistering folds and connecting his pre-cum with your juices. He was slow with it, taking his time, moving forward to let himself get engulfed in your warm cunt, gasping out whiningly once he was completely sheathed inside of you. A shiver running down his spine when you clenched down softly against him, eyes scrunched shut and chanting his name in soft praises. While the first time wasn‘t particularly the most pleasurable, having it with kazuha was all that mattered to you. <3
heizou, who‘s so adorable right now and you made it your duty to exactly show him that. "You‘re so cute" you‘re teasing him, his dick hard and twitching while you‘re fisting it with your warm hands, wrist circling lightly to spread his pre-cum over the shaft. The pulsating vein, —which decorated his girth in an almost downright pornographic way—, throbbing against your palm and archons, you can’t wait to have it inside of you! His muscles tightened their grip around nothing once you straddled him, cock flushed against your warm heat, he felt himself unravel already, hands running up and down your naked thighs in an attempt to make you sit on him properly already :( you didn’t want to let him wait any longer and ultimately lined yourself up with his length, not much effort into pushing you into him. Heizou closed his eyes in relief, crying out and slamming his hand on his mouth to halter his sounds, yet moaning remorselessly anyways with a fat grin on his lips while you moved rhythmically against his cock.
itto, who‘s trying to downplay his excitement but fails miserably once you‘re hovering over his hard cock— which was twitching violently already. You stroked it lazily over your folds, spitting on your palm before resuming back on fisting him in front of his eyes. Itto scrunched his eyes shut at the feeling of your skilled hands pleasuring him, breathing out hard through his nose once you lowered your body against him. His hands grabbing onto your hips to help you guide yourself further while you placed your hands onto his chest for extra support. He was just way too big and he knew, one of the reasons he was kind of reluctant to have sex in the first place since itto was scared of actually hurting you. Reassure him! he played with your cunt plenty, ate you out thoroughly to get your body ready. His back arched lightly into your heat before you finally snapped your body forward, his cock sheathed into your tight cunt and itto swore he saw stars there, threatened to get addicted to the newish found feeling of your throbbing cunt grabbing him like that.
childe, who opened your naturally soft thighs and spread them even wider in order to gain access for what’s about to come next. He could feel himself get harder at the mere sight of your exposed figure underneath him. Wouldn’t want his first time to be with any other person and was glad that it was with the person he so dearly worshipped and loved. He reached down to in between your legs, rubbing your pussy with his fingers before replacing them with his throbbing cock, fisting himself in front of your wet folds to gather all the juices you gave him. He bit back a moan once he prodded his tip against your tight hole, locking gazes with you to reassure himself that you yourself are ready as well. Because once you gave him that particular sign— he advanced forward to apply more pressure over his entire length, inserting his cock into your throbbing cunt with a sudden snap forward. Ajax threw his head back at the newish found warmth he felt, burying himself to the hilt and feeling his breath heavy from his lungs. Your muffled moans and whines only coaxed out yet another groan from childe— who was now beginning to fuck you with a steady yet hard pace. The passion which radiated over the both of you incomparable with anything else you ever felt before. <3
୨୧ 001. mammon wants to love you ─ if only for tonight.
୨୧ 002. c/w: slight spoilers for obey me chapters 19/20, smut (mdni), unprotected sex, fingering, praising, breast play, love confessions | w/c: 3k
୨୧ 003. my first fic for obey me! please be warned that this is slightly angsty and emotional, and I did tear up while writing it! also barely proofread, but you know, we die like men or whatever.
“I don’t want you to leave,” are words murmured between hushed lips, fumbling hands tugging against clothing as he guides you to his room.
“M-Mammon,” you whimper, hands curled in his pale hair. Mammon lets out a low groan at the way your words sound, his hands tightening on your hips to pull you closer, to restrain himself.
“I can’t handle it when ya say my name like that,” he nearly growls against you, dipping down to steal your lips in another searing kiss. Your hands falter against his hair as he kisses you messily, heatedly. They fall from his hair, trailing down his neck, and you feel satisfaction surge inside you when he shivers slightly in your hold.
Mammon’s lips are hot as they cover yours, drinking in every noise you give him. His hands wander, desperately pulling you against him, tugging at your hips, and leaning over your body when you arch your back.
He can’t help but want you closer, aching to feel you, begging to love you.
Wanting to instill some humor into the moment—needing the brief reprieve from the intense emotions swirling thick between you, you laugh against his lips.
“Oh?” you lightly tease, pulling back ever so slightly to peer into Mammon’s eyes. “You can hardly handle it when I do anything.”
The playful tone in your voice is not lost on him, but Mammon can hardly bring himself to reciprocate it.
“Please,” he nearly begs, eyes pleading as he presses his lips to yours again.
And you both know what he’s referring to, even with the unusual lack of words from him. He’s asking for you to level with him, to meet his love head-on, if only for the night. He’s asking you to stay, and even if you can’t make that promise, he still needs to hear it. He’s asking you to not shy away from your emotions—from his emotions, and to instead accept them.
If only for tonight.
Mammon is vulnerable as he gazes at you, the adoration apparent in his eyes. It’s a shocking sight, one that is unusual. It nearly sucks the air from your lungs as you continue staring at him, lost in his intense, purposeful look as he studies your reactions. His long fingers, decorated with two silver rings, are cool on your skin, softly tracing along your features as he awaits your response.
So, you do the only thing you can—the only thing you both want.
“Okay,” you whisper, eyes darting between his. Mammon’s pupils are dark, but the mixed ring of yellows and blues coincide like a kaleidoscope, and, when he looks at you, the love that swims there is nearly dizzying.
A brief nod is the last confirmation Mammon needs, his mouth falling open in an adoring part as you lean up to kiss him. It’s deep, passionate, and Mammon eagerly reciprocates. He tips your head back, cradling the nape of your neck to move his lips along yours. The kiss is fervid, heated, brimming with so much passion and need that you can’t even bring yourself to care about how messy it may be.
However, despite his obvious longing, Mammon is gentle. When he guides you to his bed, he ensures you don’t hit the backs of your knees against his footboard. When he settles you in the middle of his pillows, he’s careful to cradle your body. When his body covers yours, gently settling over you with an awed look on his face, Mammon is sure that the love radiating from him can reach you.
Mammon kisses you feverishly, and you nearly drown in everything that is him. He’s heavy above you, but the weight of him is comforting, and you ache to feel more of that soothing touch as his body hovers over yours.
“Tell me you want me,” Mammon murmurs against your mouth, lips teasingly brushing yours. You doubt it’s intentional, especially coming from the sweet man above you.
“I want you,” you reassure him, hands carding through his hair. Mammon leans into your touch, his beautiful eyes fluttering shut at the delicious ache that your touch gives him. It spreads through his body, warming even the coldest parts of him—almost like a fire.
It’s then that Mammon realizes you’re the fire, sweet and unknowing, but still threatening to burn anyone who gets too close, due to your short time with them. And now that your year is nearing its end, that hot flash of burning is becoming more and more apparent.
Mammon hopes he gets burned, knowing he’ll be pleased by any mark you leave on him.
His body stutters over you as his hands, large but still soft, trace over your body. His lips move down your cheek, cascading tiny kisses down your neck, massaging his lips against the exposed skin of your collarbones.
“Say it again,” he nearly moans against you, his head swimming at the addicting taste of you. Mammon tries to ignore the throbbing ache in his heart, a kind of pain that only intensifies with every hour that passes, inching closer and close to morning.
Knowing Mammon, knowing that he needs reassurance and help, you gently place your palms over his hands, moving them down your body. You only stop when they settle around the hem of your shirt, and Mamon looks at you with a pleading, vulnerable look.
You decide to give him one better.
“I’ve always wanted you,” you state quietly, fondly remembering the first time you met.
Mammon’s fingers tangle around the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head with your help. Quickly, his gaze falls to your chest, eyes scanning every inch of your figure with thinly-disguised love and lust. His lips move down to press against your skin, his tongue hesitantly tracing along your body. A soft whine escapes your lips at the sudden sensation, but you soon sink into his heated touch. Mammon’s lips are warm, his tongue soft and wet, as he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to your chest, trailing down your stomach.
“Keep going,” he pleads against your skin, eyes squeezing shut at the prickling pain that shoots across his chest, suffocating his heart. He wants to keep you close to him, always keep you near him. His body and heart ache to be with you, to be able to call you his.
But, for right now, tonight will be enough.
“From the moment I first saw you,” you continue with his help, his soft lips tracing promises of love against your skin. “I’ve always needed you.”
You feel Mammon’s hands tighten against your hips as he moves back up your body, the kisses still trailing up your sides, lips pressed hotly against your skin.
“I’ve always wanted you,” he confesses when he fully leans over you again, and all you can do is smile at him. You both start tugging at his shirt, desperately needing to feel each other more.
Your mouth parts in awe at the beautiful sight of him before you, his tanned skin hot to the touch, muscles lining his chest and abdomen. Unable to help yourself, your hands smooth over his body, fingers tracing along the lines and divots of his muscles. Mammon shivers, instinctively leaning into your touch, his pale hair brushing against your forehead as he distractedly kisses your cheek.
The fondness of the moment is something you cherish. You both know this isn’t a heat-of-the-moment thing—it’s months of pining, months of love being built, months of trusting each other, leaning against the other when times got rough.
And the realization that it’ll all be over soon comes crashing down, your eyes going wide for a moment.
Mammon seems to have this same thought, and his gaze on you softens.
“Can I have you?” Mammon asks, the rings on his fingers cooling your skin. He can’t keep his hands off you, continuously brushing along your body, tracing shapes against you, and you sink into the feeling.
“You always have,” you state, cupping his cheek. The gesture is intimate, loving, and Mammon feels his heart crashing against his chest at your sweet touch.
“Can I love you?” Mammon nearly begs, unable to hold back the torrent of emotions that floods him. He realizes that it’s all he wants to do—all he’s ever wanted to do. He nearly curses himself for coming to the realization too late, but, of course, he knows that he’s always known.
He’s always known.
You bring your hand to the waistband of his pants, gently tugging on them to get his attention. “Hey,” you gently scold, a soft smile on your face. “Come back to me.”
And suddenly, Mammon wants to cry. He wants to bury his face in the crook of your neck and sob, letting out cries of how unfair this all is.
“Stay with me,” Mammon pleads against you, and you nearly cry at how his eyes are suddenly wet with tears. You feel your chest constrict, your throat closing up as a thick knot of emotions hangs on your tongue.
“I’m here,” you promise.
And you both know the promise is true, if only for tonight.
The next kiss is wet, but not due to how messy it is. Your shared tears mix together as Mammon’s pants are shoved down, quickly followed by your own. He pants into the kiss, licking into your mouth, unabashedly crying against you. And the pain is there, yes, it is present. But the love is even more insistent, building up to a deafening crescendo as you become lost in each other.
When his fingers catch along the clasp of your bra, you quickly aid him. Mammon’s movements are inexperienced, messy, and you let out a blissful laugh at the sweet blush that suddenly dusts his cheeks. The embarrassed look that crosses his face is not uncommon, and affection swells inside you at the sight.
And, suddenly, nothing else matters. As he pulls down your panties, two fingers spreading apart your folds, collecting your slick on the pads of his fingertips, you can’t help the intense feeling of love that fills you.
So, you tell him as such.
“Mammon,” you murmur, eyes lost on the distracted look on his face, cheeks flushed, his gaze latched onto where two of his fingers sink into your folds. “Mammon,” you urge, cupping his cheeks between the palms of your hands.
He looks at you, and while the tears have stopped, the love has not.
Mammon’s thumb continues rubbing against your clit, gently pulling the hood of it back, catching against the aching nub as he swipes your arousal across it. His fingers sink inside you, stretching you apart, preparing you for his cock. But the love in his gaze causes your heart to furiously pound in your chest.
“I love you,” but the words don’t come from you.
Mammon nearly looks shocked as the words fall past his lips, but it quickly morphs into a sweet vulnerability. He watches as your lips part, words failing you as he continues touching you, crooking his fingers against that spongy spot that had you keening earlier.
And then, he smiles at the bright grin that stretches across your face.
“Say it again,” you ask, happiness coating your words.
Mammon wants to laugh at how the situation has come full circle; at how now it was you saying those words.
“I love you,” he repeats, dipping down to kiss you deeply.
It’s almost overwhelming, Mammon thinks. His love for you. How quickly it took over him, taking residence in his heart until you were all he could think about. He doesn’t know when these feelings began, only that they did;
Now that they’re here and you’re in his arms, he’s reluctant to let you go.
“I love you, too,” you respond, the only way you can.
His grin is contagious, big and lopsided as it spreads across his face. You can’t help but giggle at the sight of him so exuberant, so happy, his lips brushing yours even though the smile doesn’t fade.
“You do?” he asks, though this time, it is not due to insecurities. Mammon wants to hear the words fall from your lips again, and when you wrap your arms around his broad, muscled back, he lets you draw him closer.
“I love you,” you state, a small nod accompanying your words.
Your words incite something in him—something intense and passionate. Mammon nearly growls against you as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his fingers pumping into you a bit harder, a bit faster.
You let out a soft gasp at his sudden movements, his previously soft actions now paling in comparison. His fingers are thick and long as they stretch you out, crooking inside your walls, spreading you apart for him. Mammon’s thumb brushes against your clit just as his fingers nudge that sweet spot deep inside you, and the gasp of his name you let out is like music to his ears.
“I’m yours,” Mammon whispers against your lips, before leaning down to connect them once more. You moan into the kiss, hips arching into his touch when he curls his fingers.
“Then have me,” you plead, the sweet ache inside you only continuing to build.
Mammon has always had difficulty saying no to you, and he finds it even more difficult when you’re naked under him. He pulls away quickly, desperation to feel you fueling his motions. When he pulls his boxers down, he hardly gives you a moment to stare at his thick length, his tip dark and slit leaking with evidence of his love for you.
Mammon settles over you again, halting the breathy moans you let out for him with his lips. His body is hot, and yours is even hotter as his hands smooth up your sides, one moving down to your thigh. He wraps on hand underneath it, nudging your thighs apart to comfortably rest between your legs.
You both gasp when you feel his cock brushing against you, his slick mixing with yours. You jut your hips forward at the addicting touch, mouth falling open in pleasure when Mammon presses his hips forward, just as desperate to feel you.
His cock is thick as he presses it against you, two of his fingers spreading apart your slick folds to see how you clench around nothing. Mammon continues rubbing his cock against you, spreading your wetness along his throbbing shaft. You let out a loud moan when his tip nudges against your clit, and Mammon nearly collapses against you at the pleasurable feeling building up inside of him.
“Can I have you, please?” Mammon begs, his arms tensing as they brace his weight. He hovers over you, slowly rutting his hips through your wetness, pressing down whenever his shaft rubs against your clit. He adores the reactions he draws from you, catching them with wide eyes and a blooming hope that he can someday see it again.
“You have me,” you murmur, gasping along his lips as he mumbles against you. “Please Mammon—need you.”
It takes no more insistence from you. Mammon easily grabs the base of his cock, pumping it a few times with a low moan. He adores how you watch him with rapture, your hand falling down to his hip to guide him into you.
Mammon settles over you again, and the heat his body radiates is comforting. He’s heavy over you, pressing against your body in the sweetest embrace, and you don’t think you could ever have enough.
You both let out long, drawn-out moans as his cock enters you for the first time, hot and throbbing inside you. Mammon stutters against you, chest heaving, his hips pressing forward. He’s patient, burying his cock inside you slowly, pressing sweet kisses to your face and cheeks as you adjust to his size.
He pants as he hangs his head over yours, his pale hair sweaty as it falls over your forehead. You’re addicted to the feeling of his heavy body covering yours, pressing you into the comfortable mattress of his bed. You feel as if you’re swaddled in love, wrapped in Mammon’s soothing embrace, words of praise spilling past his lips in stuttered moans as he pulls out of you, dragging his cock through your tight walls.
“Feel so good f’me,” Mammon moans against your lips, overwhelmed by the intense love he feels for you. He leans down to connect your lips once more, moaning into you as you clamp down around him. He feels like he’s drowning in you as he nudges his hips forward again, rutting his cock into your wet, awaiting walls.
You moan his name as he picks up his pace, arms cradling your body in a sweet embrace. Mammon simply holds you as he fucks into you, whispering affirmations of love into your ear, kissing your face, burying his cock inside you repeatedly. He’s hot and thick inside you, throbbing and heavy, and you clamp your thighs around his waist to pull him in deeper, harder.
A stuttered, breathless moan falls past his lips as you start to rock against him, and Mammon can already feel the familiar coil of pleasure building in his abdomen. His muscles tense as a hand moves between your bodies, nudging against your thighs to roll against your wet clit.
“Feel good?” he asks, voice airy and low with arousal. He rocks his cock inside you, undulating his hips to grind against the spot that has you seeing stars.
“Y-yes, you’re doing so good,” you praise, hands coming to curl in his hair.
Again, Mammon moans against you, his eyes rolling to the ceiling as he sinks into you. He feels unbearably hot, his hands trembling over your body as he makes love to you. The intense swell of emotions is even more pleasurable, Mammon thinks, especially when your hands come to wrap around his back, pulling him closer to you.
The thick trail of hair leading down to his cock tickle your pelvis, rubbing against your clit as he sinks inside you. You adore how his cock stretches you out, throbbing inside you, and your thighs tremble around his waist.
Mammon focuses on the feeling of sinking into you, the feeling of your tight walls massaging his shaft, your pussy sucking him in until he’s sure he’s going to see stars. As he leans down to kiss you, he moans when you clamp harder onto him.
His cock feels like it’s being suffocated in your walls, and he can’t help the soft string of curses that falls past his lips, his arms tightening around you to pull you even closer. Mammon’s body is hot as he presses against you, and your fingers card through his hair as he presses his lips to your neck.
The love is the most overwhelming aspect, Mammon thinks, dwarfing even the pain and uncertainty. He doesn’t know when he’ll see you next, he doesn’t know what the future holds, and he doesn’t know how to make you feel better.
But what he does know is that he loves you—more than he’s loved anyone or anything. Mammon is sure that the love he feels for you is genuine and pure, and he knows that he wants to revel in this feeling, making you feel the full extent of his adoration. He wants you to feel as loved as you make him feel, he wants to comfort you, to hold you in his embrace, to kiss you and touch you as he’s always yearned to do.
So he ignores the pain and uncertainty of the future, focusing instead on the love shared between you, your sweet kisses, and the way you moan his name when he buries himself inside you.
Warning: Major character death, graphic description of violence.
Five First's With Mammon
First Fight
First "I love you":
The first time Mammon said I love you was the worst day of his life.
He had been looking for you, wondering exactly where you had gone. You were supposed to be making up with Lucifer, possibly gaining a new pact, but you'd disappeared. Not even the prideful first-born knew where you went. The brothers had split up in search of you and the longer it took to hear back from his brother's, the more panicked Mammon started to feel. Something wasn't right, it was eerily still and silent. His gut was telling him something horrible had transpired and Mammon wasn't going to wait around to find out what.
As he made his way to the foyer, there was a sickening thud. Someone had dropped something heavy over the balcony. He looked up in confusion to find Belphegor, eyes devoid of emotion as he looked down at his older brother. Mammon had a hard time understanding the slothful seventh-born; he never knew what he was thinking and that bothered him immensely. Had Belphegor come home early? Lucifer hadn't mentioned anything. He would have been content for the early reunion if he hadn't noticed what Belphegor had dropped.
It was you.
Bruises wrapped around your neck as you lied unconscious in a pool of blood. Mammon couldn't process what he was seeing. If you were here and Belphegor was up there then that meant... Looking up, he watched as a nauseating grin curled up on Belphegor's lips.
Mammon's blood ran cold. The world seemed to slow down before it erupted to chaos.
Smugness flickered into fear as Belphegor watched rage bubble up within Mammon, wings sprouting from his back as his demon form took ahold. "How could you," Mammon snarled, ready to jump the distance and throttle his younger brother. He'd show him why he held the title as second-born.
His anger was snuffed down the moment he heard a cry from you.
It was quiet, pained. He ran to you, gently hoisting you into his arms as he cradled your head. A groan left your lips and Mammon watched in horror as the wound to the back of your head continued to bleed out. "(Y/N), stay with me. You're okay, you're fine," he tried to convince himself. It was bad, you looked bad. Humans were so fragile, he wasn't sure you were going to make it out alive. Where the hell were his brothers?!
"Lucifer!! Lucifer come quick!!"
Your pulse was faint and it wasn't long before it deadlined. "(Y/N)?! (Y/N)?! Stay with me, dammit! Lucifer!! Lucifer!!!"
Thundering footsteps echoed through the foyer as the rest of the brothers ran in after hearing their brothers cries. It was a grim scene. Their brother was covered in blood as he pleaded for their help, but there was nothing left to do.
"(Y/N), please don't leave me! I love you, please!" Bloody hands touched your cheeks, which were still warm. A remnant of the heat he felt having you in his life. But all he felt in that moment was numbness. Life was so fleeting for humans. Anything could blow out their candle. A cut. A sprained wrist. A heart that bled for others.
For the first time since the fall from heaven, Mammon prayed. He prayed for his father to spare you. To not punish you for your kindness. All you ever did was give and it wasn't fair that you got your life taken away in return. His father was merciless but surely even he could see how unjustified your death was, at the hands of his own son no less. All Mammon could do was pray with his whole being, despair weighing down his hopes.
And for the first time since the war, it seemed his prayer was heard.
・✶ ｡ﾟ your days feel so much longer without your boyfriend there, but lucky for you he thinks so too.
warnings : f. reader, mammon sends you nudes, he’s just a needy baby, a reupload since i got shadow-banned and thrown in horny jail in the same week sob.
you groan as you turn over in your bed, reaching your arms over the other side only to come up empty handed, missing the demon-shaped dork that normally occupied the space.
you sigh a little when you realise that you’d not seen mammon much at all today, he’d been pulled away on errands with lucifer and as much as it might not seem like long for other people—it had been a while since you’d went a whole day without at least seeing him in the hallways.
so you groan, patting around your bed to find your DDD to see if the brother in question was back yet, squinting at the bright light on the screen when you finally do, just when a notification comes up.
mammon 💰: yo, ya awake?
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it’s almost immediate the surge of heat you feel in your core, your thighs rubbing together in need of any sort of friction when you click on the notification to be met with a photo of your silver-haired boyfriend. 
his hair is messy, yellow tinted glasses still on his face but his tongue is poking out from between his lips as he grins, snapping a photo from his hips while he lays back on the couch in his room—the angle allowing you to see the flush on his cheeks that reaches to his chiselled chest, and upon closer inspection—the bulge that his other hand seems to be wrapped around at the bottom of the screen.
“did ya miss me, baby? i bet ya did.” is typed out underneath and you can imagine the smooth, whisper his voice would take as he says it—avoiding your eyes with flushed cheeks while he pulls you close and you suck your bottom lip between your teeth at the thought before your phone vibrates again.
mammon 💰: attachment: 1 movie.
your eyes widen as you click on the play button, your fingers almost trembling with want when you hear mammon’s airy laugh and smooth voice echo from your speaker, feeling your panties grow wetter at the sound.
his hold on the camera is shaky as you hear him exhale heavily, his eyes shutting briefly while his head falls against the back of the couch and the camera is angled down to where his other hand is, sloppily pumping his pretty cock while he pants shamelessly.
“haven’t seen ya, a-all day—knew ya would be missin’ me so thought i’d be nice and g-give ya somethin’ to make ya feel better.”
mammon’s voice has a breathless edge to it that has one of your hands trailing between your legs, his breathy pants only making you miss him more as you watch him suck his bottom lip between his teeth with a languid moan of your name when his fingers graze over the sensitive head of his cock, it only turning you on more knowing he’s just down the hall.
“g-gotta have ya, i gotta. been waitin’ a-all, all day and ya know i hate waitin’ baby—“ the silver haired demon huffs, his hips twitching as he buck into his fist, shakily zooming in so you can watch the fat head of his cock glisten and disappear into his fist, twisting his hand around it just like you know he likes.
the squelching noises grow louder as his technique gets messier and the sight of him so lost in pleasure while thinking about you makes you throb, squeezing your thighs together before the video suddenly cuts off—leaving your pussy drooling and needy as you type out a quick “i’m awake.” before you jump at the sudden knock on your door almost immediately and realise he’d sent another message a few seconds before yours.
mammon 💰: i gotta see ya, can i come to your room?
・✶ ｡ﾟ the calm after the storm with mammon is always peaceful and sleepy.
warnings : f. reader, pillow talk/post sex, and some very soft, messy writing about the moments after cause he deserves all of the love ever.
the calm after the storm is nice, it’s pleasant and sleepy and you feel mammon’s arm curl around you in some attempt to hug you closer even though his body is messily plopped on top of yours, his face buried in your neck as you both catch your breath.
his cock is still nuzzled inside you, softening but warm and you can’t help but arch into him— your walls twitching with the remnants of your tingling pleasure before the silver haired demon over you grunts, shuffling on top of you slightly with an almost gentle thrust before he falls onto his side with a huff. but his body still blankets you— his hands still on you as one set of his slender fingers trace messy hearts across your waist, while the others tangle with your own— loose, but still weaved together.
mammon laughs first, it’s more breathless than usual but it still carries something playful in it that was always very like him, feeling his lips curl into a smile against your temple before he’s pressing messy, wet kisses along the skin after.
“did ya have a good time, best you’ve ever had, doncha agree, baby? might ‘swell admit it, everyone already knows ‘m your favourite!” he grins, cheeky and a little smug before his hand smooths along your waist intimately— watching his chest bounce as he shuffles over you slightly just to meet your gaze, and you notice that when he does his smile seems to tug even wider.
“you’re so annoying.” you giggle, it’s lighthearted and playful and you feel mammon shudder when your fingers smooth through his hair—still a little wet with sweat before his arm around you tightens and he leans forward to peck your lips.
“ya don’t have to be embarrassed, i mean— if it ain’t already obvious to ya, y’know y-you’re my favourite too.” he adds, his voice lilting to a tease but there’s still a soft nervousness in his eyes at his words—watching him chew on his bottom lip as he looks at you, and you can’t help but curl into his chest to share a kiss as you bask in the way his body feels against yours. you preen at the fleeting feeling of his cock half hard again, pressing and smearing a mixture of your cum along your thighs before he pulls away, but only to kiss your forehead after with an exaggerated kiss noise and another grin while his heart thuds in his chest.
“how does it feel knowing the great mammon loves ya, bet ya feel on top of the world, doncha?” he smiles, pink cheeked but proud and you know he means it, but to him— it doesn’t feel like enough— his words are true but they don’t convey exactly how much he loves you.
love like this was new for him, a love like yours— he’d never deemed himself worthy but fuck, call him greedy or selfish because he really doesn’t think he could live without it now. he appreciated your efforts with him so much, always afraid that his brothers words would’ve steered you away, left you uninterested— but it never did, you helped him brighten and loosen, to stand taller and with an easiness that he carries with him even when you’re not there and suddenly his brothers jabs and insults don’t hurt as much, because he’s got you.
“i love you too, dummy.” you mumble, softening when you watch his pretty eyes jump across your face, like you caught him off guard even though you know it’s what he needed to hear, watching an almost soft, giddy grin stretch his lips before his cheeks darken and he clears his throat, clinging to you while trying to hide the affect you still have on his heart.
“hey! quit—quit lookin’ at me, if ya keep starin’ at me like that, i’ll have to charge ya, baby! a-and it won’t be cheap..” mammon huffs, a slightly embarrassed whine to his words before you laugh, leaning in to wordlessly press a quick kiss to the top of his nose, finding yourself smiling at the way his eyes close after as his fingers squeeze at the dip of your waist when you pull away.
“one more, baby, i mean—just cause i know how much ya like givin’ em, obviously.” mammon adds, his tone laced with a certain drowsiness that has you grinning, amused, before you lean in to meet him half way and he rewards you with a smirk thats satisfied, proud, affectionate and followed by sloppy kisses smeared along your cheeks.
“ya gotta promise ya ain’t gonna go snitchin’ to the others ‘bout how soft ya make me—don’t want ‘em gettin’ — j-jealous, yeah, jealous.. cause, you’re the only one ‘m like this with..” he grumbles against your skin, words slightly slurred as he stifles a yawn and the fatigue warms you both like a blanket, but you smile at him, a more dreamy laugh falling from your lips as you giggle out a “promise.” and he swears his heart has never sounded louder in his ears.
・✶ ｡ﾟyou finally let mammon feel all of you for the first time. warnings : f. reader, some possessive talk, mammon goes raw for the first time.
“fuck.” mammon spits quietly as he kneels over you, the base of his fat cock in his hand while he guides the blunt head through your folds.
“ya sure ‘bout this, baby? t-thought about this s-so much—“ he curses softly when he fumbles slightly, the other hand that’s resting on your waist tightening as he tries to line himself up again, a little too eager to sink into your tight cunt and feel all of you.
your lips part to answer him but you only manage a whimper and a nod when the fat head finally pushes into your already flexing walls and mammon groans, gliding past the spots that have your thighs twitching around his waist to force even more of his cock inside of you.
he feels like the rooms spinning, your walls tightening and sucking him in the deeper he goes and he can feel every flex of your muscles against his cock until he’s almost hunched over you, resting his forehead against your shoulder when he finally bottoms out, the hand that was previously on your waist moving to twist in the sheets beside you.
“o-oh fuck, baby. you’re so tight, fuck! ya feel so good.” mammon grunts, the muscles in his back expanding with each of his shakey exhales as he tries to catch his breath above you—a little embarrassed at how close he already feels but how can you blame him when he can feel every twitch and flex of your pussy around him, arousal pooling in his lower stomach as he hisses through his teeth before finally drawing his hips back.
“‘ts g-gonna feel so good fillin’ up this perfect—fuckin’—pussy, all mine.” his voice is low, slightly shakey with anticipation and need as he follows each word with a sharp thrust, cursing under his breath when you babble and grab at him so needily with each smack of his hips against yours, his cock thickening and twitching against the addictive, needy hug of your body—your walls almost desperately trying to pull him back each time he rocks his hips “oh, baby. ‘ll give it to ya—it’s all y-yours too.”
mammon growls wordlessly, leaning over you once again as his hands grab at the pillow next to your head—his other hand digging almost painfully into your waist to help with pulling your hips down to meet each of his heavy thrusts, your body clapping against his as he fucks into you, panting over the skin of your neck before his lips are gliding over the most sensitive parts that have you keening below him.
“‘s it feel good? yeah? shiiiit—ya drive me fuckin’ crazy. ya love—“ he takes a ragged breath, rolling his hips into yours a little sloppily before he groans again “y-ya love how good i make ya feel, don’t ya?” and you whine, grabbing at his broad shoulders to keep yourself some what grounded as his thrusts speed up, and he curses roughly when you leave red marks on his smooth, tanned skin, his pace stuttering when it only makes his cock throb inside you—his lips parted as he pants and growls in your ear, his thrusts loud and clapping.
“goddamn, wanna feel all of ya, baby—ughhhh—“ the silver haired demon babbles, his brows furrowing as he drinks in the sound of your sweet moans and the feeling of your walls around him, memorising every dip of your body. “f-fuckin’ cum for me. holy shit—i gotta feel ya, fuck!”
Hello, how are you? If it's ok, may I have trope #3 with Mammon? 💕
Congratulations on 1.5k, by the way! 👏👏 You deserve all of us!
a/n: thank u sm love, mwah hope you enjoy this as much as i did
HUDDLE FOR WARMTH — MAMMON X GN!READER
"yep, we really ran outta luck.."
mammon sighed and plopped down on the edge of the bed where you had been sitting on for the past few minutes. there was not a single moment during this entire day where you had thought to get stuck in such an unfortunate situation.
the both of you were on a three day vacation during autumn season in the human world and planned on making the most out of it in your hometown, however after it started pouring outside you ran towards your apartment in need for any kind of cover. things started to change for the worst once all the power went out for both you and your neighbours.
"can't get worse than this now, could it? i mean outta all the things that could happen, the heater turned off and now we're gonna freeze to death." the demon next to you trembled due to the cold temperature in your room. there was simply no other solution than to stay under all the weighted blankets you had gathered around.
mammon gave you a quick side eye and huffed before continuing to complain about his current situation. he was lucky that it was quite dark in your bedroom, because you could have immediately noticed the faint blush that painted his cheeks otherwise. his heart was thumping loudly in his chest at the idea of being all alone with you in a dark, cold and closed area, yet he tried his best to keep his composure in front of you as per usual.
"can't believe ya don't even have a damn candle in yer house. s— seriously what kinda human doesn't have them in case of an emergency like this.." the second oldest mumbled as he sneakily stole a few glances your way to make sure that you weren't actually freezing to death like he had said jokingly. he couldn't hide the obvious worry on his face when he saw your fingertips slightly trembling as well.
you hummed in response, feeling a bit guilty for dragging him into this even though you can't control the weather. the flashing images in your mind of mammon being all happy and smiles in the morning replayed over and over again. he had prepared so many ideas to do while out in the city and even burned his tongue twice because of how exited he was to try out the new warm drinks from your favorite coffee shop you had wanted to introduce him to a long time ago.
wrapping the heavy blankets around you some more, you sighed and laid back onto your pillow. "sorry, i didn't see this coming. especially not a thunderstorm in the middle of the day." a sudden flash of lightning lit up the entire space and that's when you saw how far away the avatar of greed was sitting from you. it looked like he was doing just fine, yet you noticed his furrowed brows and his slender fingers that played with his silver ring— which indicated that he was either nervous about something, or that he wanted to ask you a question that he was too shy to actually ask face to face.
"i— it's not yer fault.. that's not what i was tryna say at all, so ya don't have to apologize." the second oldest muttered before he slowly scooted closer towards your body, trying to make his actions seem unintentional. "i know, i just feel bad for ruining our little date like that, i could have checked the weather app so th—"
a strong, warm pair of arms wrapped around your middle before you could finish your sentence. the warmth that radiated from the demon's body was more than enough to let you relax into his tight embrace. "ya don't have ta feel bad for this, after all—" his hand found its way up to cup one cheek, guiding your head to face his that rested next to you on your pillow. "— i finally have the perfect chance to have ya in my arms, as close as possible, with no one disturbin us."
his eyes weren't looking into yours, not even for a moment, however it was obvious that he meant everything he said by the flustered look on his face. "besides, there is nothin' more in this world that i want than to spend my time with you like this. cuddlin', huggin' and fallin' asleep next to each other with no care 'bout what happens outside."
the corners of his lips curled up in a slight smile while his half-lidded eyes looked down at you with adoration from time to time. it wasn't unusual for the second oldest to act all lovey-dovey with you when you're both alone; in fact, you can't help but long for his loving words and that honeyed voice of his that spoke those sentences. that same demon also knew that he would never act like that with anyone else. you had truly changed him in a way he had never imagined to change.
a loud thunderbolt coming from outside seemed to have flipped a switch inside of him as he immediately went back to his usual self. "a—anyways! i'm holdin' ya like this so ya won't freeze due to this damn cold, so ya better be grateful for me." mammon buried his head into the crook of your neck to hide the obvious blush that spread through his entire face once he realized what he had said to you. "a– and no, i'm n-not embarassed. don't ya get any ideas like that in yer head."
you giggled at the sudden change, yet you were glad that he could make the best out of the unfortunate situation— not like he ever fails to do so, of course. you liked the fact that you could depend on him to lighten up the mood whenever something like this happens.
"mhmm alright, if you say so, love." you slowly stroked the back of his head as your other arm held onto his back. mammon gasped a little at the nickname you called him out of the blue and his heart almost jumped right out of his chest. you couldn't get enough of his small, adorable reactions every time you called him by a cute name. the demon never gets used to them, no matter how much he hears you say those into his ears.
"d- don't say that–" his fingers gripped onto your shirt as he tried to hide his face from your sight even more. "m'kay, what about... dear or, darling?" another incomprehensible noise left his lips in response. "d- damn it.. ya tease.."
he didn't give you any time to think before swiftly lifting his head up and crashing his lips onto yours. the kiss was desperate, yet slow and full of love as his hand sneaked from your waist to rest on the back of your neck to deepen it.
after a couple moments had passed by, the second oldest breathlessly pulled back to gaze down at your face from underneath him. "tch.." oh, how weak he was when it came to you. only a quick glance at your facial expression has his heart pounding in his throat over and over again and he couldn't stand it.
"more." his soft blue eyes finally looked straight at you, before he leaned back in for another kiss.
The first time Mammon snuck into your room, it was purely because he forgot something- his phone charger, to be exact. He was as quiet as could be, the door creaking only slightly before he tiptoed through your room to where he had left the item. He didn't want to wake you up, after all.
But he paused when his eyes fell on your hunched form, your face tense as you clung to bundled up blankets infront of you. You were obviously asleep, but... you looked distressed. Mammon let out a soft sigh, grumbling about his 'stupid human' in his mind before dropping the item he came to collect and heading over to you.
Mammon wasn't great at most spells. Hell, he could barely remember a lot of the ones he had learned over the millenia of his existance. But he racked his brain nonetheless, vaguely remembering the words his older brother would mumble to Belphie in his sleep, calming him and allowing him to have pleasant dreams.
His voice was low; nearly a whisper as he quietly spoke the words of the spell he barely remembered, watching as your tense form started to relax, your face falling into one of neutrality as you seemed to let go of whatever fear had you cling to the blankets in a death grip.
The demon let out a huff, plopping himself down on the floor with his back against your bed. 'I'm only here ta make sure ya don't wake up cryin' to Lucifer or somethin'.' He would have told you, but in reality, he wanted to make sure the spell stuck- he wanted to make sure it was the right one; that you wouldn't end up with some weird side effect or another nightmare.
He stayed there all night, fighting off sleep as best he could to make sure you remained comfortable. You woke up the next morning to find the demon passed out beside your bed; he had turned to face you sometime in the night and rested his head on crossed arms on top of your mattress.
That day, after RAD had finished, Mammon let you walk home with Levi as he went off to search for something the two of you had spotted the other day. And after a little bit of searching, he found what he was looking for: a small, plush dragon of a species native to the devildom; it's fabric scales iridescent and smooth to the touch. It was incredibly soft. You had eyed it when the two of you had gone shopping last Tuesday, but you didn't get it nor did you say anything about it. But Mammon hadn't failed to notice the way your eyes sparkled when you saw it.
He returned home with a dusting of a blush on his cheeks, finding you alone in your room much to his relief. He handed you the dragon plush, stuttering something about the plush being enchanted to protect you; to defend you from bad intentioned demons and to scare away any nightmares. It was clear that it was just a regular old stuffed toy, even to your magicless self, but his attempt at doing something to cheer you up touched you, and you gratefully accepted the gift and threw your arms around him in a hug.
Mammon saw you carry around the plush wherever you went. You'd keep it hidden away in your bag; never letting Lucifer or any other demon see it. Not even Mammon. But he could tell you absolutely loved the plush, and he was happy it brought you so much comfort. Perhaps it really was charmed to protect you.
The second time Mammon snuck into your room, he had a slight scowl on his face.
That damned plush had been taking up too much of your time! Didn't you know that he was your protector, and no one else? Only he could protect you adequately enough! Not some stupid plush dragon!
His small scowl deepened when he saw you clutching it in your sleep. You looked adorable like that, face so calm and innocent as you curled around the plushie. But the demon couldn't help but want your arms around him instead; he couldn't help dreaming of holding you close to him and being the one to fend off whatever came your way.
You woke up with small start, and a soft grumble above you next to your bed- your eyes widening slightly as you caught a tuff of white hair shifting slightly as the dragon was plucked from your arms and tossed elsewhere in your room. You were about to voice your complaints, but then the mattress shifted under a new weight; Mammon settling himself into bed next to you, not realizing you had woken up as he grabbed your arms and placed them over his warm torso. You then felt his own arms wrap around you, before his face was buried into your chest right below your chin.
He grumbled something, and you took a deep breath- all you could smell was the faint scent of Mammon's cologne, along with whatever he had used to wash his hair- and it was calming. Safe.
You were about to speak, when Mammon tightened his grip around your waist, pulling you closer into his body and pushing his face further into your chest. You could barely make out his small "shut up", but you heard it nonetheless. A soft smile graced your features as you shifted to fully embrace the demon, settling in to the bed and holding him like you did the stuffed dragon.
That night was the first of many very pleasant nights of peaceful slumber.
hey, contrats for the 200 followers !! how are u ? uhm is it possible for a mammon fluff with S ??
I’m doing well! Better once I get these last few prompts finished😌 I’d write anything for Mammon so of course!
Prompt: S- Stars
Pairing: Mammon x Gn!Reader
Genre: Fluff
You had been feeling a little homesick recently, missing your favorite restaurants, stores and places to hang out back in the human world, and the change in your mood had not gone unnoticed by the brothers. They could tell something was off, you had become more reserved and less excited about things you normally loved to do, your happiness has always been their top priority.
Lucifer had found you in the library reading by yourself, he informed you that Lord Diavolo was granting you a three day trip back home, he also mentioned that Diavolo was allowing you to take one of the brothers along. You knew instantly which one you wanted to take, the two of you had talked about it a million times, you started planning the perfect trip.
You had tried to keep a secret but the minute you saw him in the hall you had spilled the beans. Mammon looked like you’d just offered him 2 million grimm, after the initial shock dispersed he immediately started asking questions, he wanted to know everything you had planned.
Lord Diavolo had been generous enough to reserve a room for the two of you at a local hotel, though you didn’t spend much time there, all three days had been spent running around and exploring.
You took Mammon to all your favorite places, had him try all your favorite foods, and at night while the two of you were sprawled out on the bed trying to recuperate you showed him all your favorite late night tv shows.
Mammon enjoyed every second of the trip, although he had lied when you asked what his favorite thing so far was because the truth was too embarrassing, the thing he enjoyed above all else during your visit was seeing how happy you looked.
You took the time to explain everything new to him, you were so full of passion as you did, you were finally out of that funk you had been in for so long and it hurt him a little bit if he was honest.
He always thought you were happy in the Devildom with him and his brothers, but seeing you now? He knew this was you being truly happy. He did his best to suppress the thought of you wanting to stay here and not go back, he tried instead to just focus on the newest activity you had roped him into.
The end of your third day arrived and you were overjoyed with how much you had been able to see and do during your trip. You felt so much better after spending some time back home but there was still one more thing you wanted to do with Mammon while you were here.
“Here, catch!”
Mammon flinched but caught the object you threw at him, he stared down at it in confusion.
“Car keys? What are these for?”
“You can drive right?” You were beaming from ear to ear, barely able to contain your excitement.
“Yeah….why? What’s your game?” He asked cautiously.
“No game! I just want to go do one last thing tonight and I need you to drive us there! I promise it’ll be worth it!” Mammon saw the joy in your eyes and he wanted to tell you no, afraid that this last activity would be the thing that made you want to stay here without him, but damn you made it hard to say no.
10 o’clock rolled around and the two of you hopped in the rental car and took off for your final spot, you been so secretive about where the two of you were headed, Mammon couldn’t help but wonder where exactly you were making him go.
You played all your favorite songs for him on the way, after about thirty minutes of driving you told him to stop, he parked the car and still couldn’t figure out what was so special.
“I don’t get it. Ya had me drive us out into the middle of nowhere, it’s just an empty field with some trees, what could possibly be fun about this?”
“You’ll see!” You grinned and jumped out of the car “Hurry up!” You commanded before shutting the passenger side door.
Mammon sighed and got out of the car, you were already seated on the hood and rapidly patting the spot next to you, you’d be the death of him one day with how cute you looked all the time. He took his spot next to you
“Okay…now what oh wise human, when does the fun start” He teased.
“Look up.” Your eyes were locked on him, a smile still glued to your face, waiting for him to do so.
The Avatar of Greed looked up into the night sky and for the first time in centuries was at a loss for words. Above the two of you, in the inky black sky, hung the most beautiful crescent moon he had seen and scattered around it for miles on end were thousands of bright shining stars.
“I always loved looking at the stars before I went to the Devildom, I figured you might enjoy this too!.” You had hoped Mammon would be excited to lay out under the stars with you, instead he seemed rather glum.
“What’s wrong?” You tilted your head a little to get a better view of his face. “Don’t wanna go back to your brothers tomorrow?” You joked.
“Nah, ‘s not that.” Mammon flashed a tiny smile before looking down at his lap “It’s just…ya been so happy the last few days, and I get why, the Devildom doesn’t have any of these things…I mean, the stars alone are enough to make someone wanna stay here.”
He was always terrible at expressing his true feelings but you had learned how to read between the lines with him. You chuckled and placed your hand on top of his, causing the greedy demon to jump.
“Mams, do you know why I’ve been so happy here? It’s not because I want to stay or that I’m happier up here. It’s because I finally got to do some of the things I missed and I got to do them with you!” Even under the night sky Mammon couldn’t hide his blush, he avoided looking at you but hooked one of your fingers with his own.
“Course ya had more fun with me around, but ain’t ya gonna miss how pretty the sky looks like this? Stars don’t exist in the Devildom.”
“Maybe not,” you kissed his cheek gently, interlocked your fingers in his entirely, and rested your head on his shoulder. “But the Devildom has you…and you’re the only star I need.”
• Being with Lucifer had it ups and downs - his loving gaze after night of passion was one of the upsides.
• Pairing: Lucifer x reader
• Genre: fluff, suggestive
• Word Count: 1.9k
• Warnings: mentions of sex and kinks
• Notes: soft Lucifer propaganda returns this time with a bit of a twist
The heaviness of your breath, the breathless “I love you”s said right into your neck, collarbone, chest - all peppered with kisses and hickeys. The skilful hands travelling all over your body as if trying to remember every part of it, every curve and every imperfection - although the ruby eyes saw nothing but perfection. Finally, hands on your hips, grip strong, bruising while your hands grab sheets, then hair, then rakes perfect white skin on his back. The praise whispered into your ear was hushed, but so, so sweet; what a shame you couldn’t remember even a word.
In the first foggy second of consciousness, you were sure it was all a dream - a beautiful kaleidoscope of all the nights spent with your lover. The nights you could share were far in between, such a busy man could only so often sacrifice sleep for your pleasure, but you could never blame him. When you find him with eyes half-closed, nearly dozing off with a hand scribbling almost unrecognisable signatures - how could you demand from him anything else than a kiss and going to sleep?
You turn around, admiring how soft your pillow was today, thinking of sleeping some more, bashfully hoping to continue that dream, till you hear the bed moaning under bonus weight. Your eyes open just slightly, enough to see Lucifer sneaking back to bed - his bed. You were in his bed.
• The evening with Lucifer in human world takes a melancholic turn - now the demon is in need of your touch and closeness.
• Pairing: Lucifer x reader
• Genre: fluff, suggestive
• Word Count: 1k
• Warnings: suggestive themes, mentions of death
• Notes: Lucifer’s ‘22 birthday broke me - so soft, so cute just a lil bit angsty. Also ofc small spoilers for this event!
You stay quiet as you walk into the hotel, silent awe taking over you. The expensive room, with beautiful flowers and fancy wine, sheets on the bed seemingly costing more than anything you ever own. The breathtaking view of the whole city; lights sparkling like gems in the night. But the thing that caught your eye the most was a demon in front of you, his jacket already draped over the armchair as he put away his glasses.
A beautiful man in a beautiful place - he fit it all so well, all refined and elegant.
“Hm? Do you want me to take your coat?” Lucifer smiles as he approaches you. Before you can say a thing, he steals your words with a kiss, one of those that makes your heart race, soft with just a bit of sensuality as he slowly undresses you from your outerwear. You whine when you part, your lips inching back to him, but the demon takes a step back with a smile and hangs your coat.
・✶ ｡ﾟmammon can’t help but drag you away whenever he sees you dressed up at one of diavolo’s parties.
warnings : f. reader, needy mammon, breeding, hes in his demon form, exhibitonism, slight protective best boy.
your pouty lips babble out a strangled whine of his name when you feel mammon’s fingers flex tighter into the flesh of your ass under your dress, one of your thighs is propped up by his wing and wrapped around his waist, allowing him to pin you even harder against the cold wood of the closet door behind you and you’re thankful for the thumping of the loud music outside.
his large hands keep your hips pressed tightly against his own while his fat cock continues to dip in and out of your cunt, the slight burn from the stretch of taking him only adding to the pleasurable fogginess of your mind as he restlessly ruts into you.
your eyelashes finally lift as you blink away the tears that glisten in your eyes, admiring the sight of the silver-haired demon infront of you—mammon is almost hunched over you, the sheer width of his shoulders and back making you feel tiny.
his hair is mused and falling messy over his eyes as his tightly curled horns stick out from his roots, and even though he’s flushed from him cheeks to his exposed chest you can still make out the the white marks that travel down his neck and along the hard muscle of his torso to his abdomen, framed by the two harness like belts that are strapped tightly across his skin.
your breathing hitches when he tears his eyes away from your puffy cunt to meet yours, a handsome smirk immediately decorating his lips as he deliberately slows his pace— pulling you even closer to his chest as he lets out a breathless rasp of a chuckle, brushing the blunt head of his cock against the spot inside of you that he knows will have you creaming around him.
“ya enjoyin’ the view or somethin’? q-quit lookin’ at me like that, just knew how needy ya were—knew ya needed the great mammon to take care of ya.” mammon’s tone is soft and smooth, an almost hard contrast to sinful way his hips are moving against yours, paired with the playful glint in the blue of his eyes.
“m-mammon—“ is all you can muster back, your nails grabbing at the collar of his cropped motorcycle jacket covering his shoulders as your eyes roll back, shoving it down to reveal more of him as you grab at the new exposed skin, the desperation of your actions causing a moan to rumble through mammon’s chest “heh, look at ya—s-so pretty and can’t keep your h-hands off me. must make ya feel so good, right? better t-than anyone else ever could.”
the second eldest groans, leaning over you as he tries to bite back his own moans, feeling you thrash under him with every stroke “yeah, darlin’? ya f-feel so, so good. fuck, nghhh—ya really are killin’ me here, baby. j-just hate the way all the others are lookin’ at ya, d-don’t they know ya belong to the mammon.”
mammon grunts, clenching his fanged teeth when he feels your thigh squeeze around his waist, locking up beneath his large palm. “i’m your favourite t-though, ain’t a? y-ya better mean it.” he doesn’t even give you time to reply, fucking into you impossibly deeper as he continues to hammer away at the sinful spot inside of you, babbling a few hushed praises between pants as he nears his own orgasm.
you whine and grind up against him, greedy for another release. you feel mammon’s fingers trace along your thigh until you feel his thumb flick over your puffy clit, the sensation immediately throwing you closer to the orgasm you crave until you’re kicking your legs at the overwhelming pleasure.
“come on, b-baby. been waitin’ to get my hands on ya all night, draggin’ me away cause y-ya can’t get enough of me, is that it? ya want me to praise ya?“ his words are more breathless this time, almost desperate as his thrusts turn sloppy. his fingers nails digging almost painfully into your skin as you feel the growing wetness spread between your thighs with each snap of his hips.
“y-yes mammon, please—“ is all you can manage before you hear the blonde growl above you “that’s it, y-ya really are somethin’ else.”
mammon lets out a breathy whine as he slams one of his palms onto the door behind you, steadying himself as his orgasm rips through him, groaning as he milks his cock inside of you. the sensation causes you to shake as you come undone beneath him, thighs trembling as you gush around him, his cock continuing to slide in and out of you.
your legs quake when you finally feel him rest you back down with a satisfied sigh, blinking down at you through the sweaty silver locks that have fallen over his dazed eyes as he stretches out his wings slightly with a pink cheeked smirk, adjusting the collar of his jacket before leaning in slightly to place a soft peck on your swollen lips.
“fuck—don’t even wanna go back, w-wanna steal ya and hide in here with ya all night, i’ll never get enough of ya—means i get to keep ya all to myself, b-bet ya want that though!”
- he gives in more on back hugs, especially in the mornings. big spoon on high-energy days and maybe he can let you spoon him if he's just that tired.
- he loves loves loves holding your hand, as it is the most subtle yet most affirming and endearing form of affection he knows he can give. lowkey a silent threat to the demons who thinks they might have a chance with you.
- in spite of his stoic and level-headed surface, when feeling a bit bashful or sappy, he'd hold one of your hands and place your palm on his cheek as he reminisces about the happy memories he's had with you. this side of him remains mostly if he's that drunk.
- when given the chance or if ever he's in a not so good mood, he likes letting you fluff and pet his wings while you sit on his lap as he wraps them around you. this occasionally happens as this is probably the most vulnerable state he can be with you.
mammon!
- will always lock fingers with you, wherever and whenever. he's greedy, and he ain't having chances with other guys even bothering to flirt with you.
- though when he's feeling a little jealous or insecure, most of the time he visits your room (maybe during times that you're asleep already.) and just scooches in and holds your body firmly close to his. just don't be surprised if you wake up with a snoring mammon in front of you, and please make sure to comfort him, he's trying his best really!
- pats, pats, and lots of pats! head pats to be exact. whether it's you giving head pats or him giving head pats, he just feels really warm and fuzzy inside whenever he's the patter or patee. he knows that it's kinda childish but come on give this man a chance lol.
- whenever watching a movie on the couch or just lying down or sitting down there, he always lies his head on your shoulder. don't ask him why, he just wants to be closer to you every chance he gets.
leviathan!
- now I ain't got much to say about him since he isn't really big on physical affection, but the one thing that makes him like really giddy is when you give him forehead kisses, especially the part where you sweep his bangs out of the way and just hold him close before smooching his forehead. there's just something simple yet loving with the way you do that to him, plus, it's an extra confidence boost for him!
- the only other time he initiates or when you have the chance to get close to him is when he's gaming. yes for the first time he has lost several games because he's too distracted by the fact that you're too close for comfort, but as time goes it becomes more of your thing, now that this time, it's not just a body pillow anymore that he's holding close to him, it's you.
gift-giving ;
lucifer!
- he most likely gifts you charms or small accessories personalized with something that may remind you of him.
mammon!
- more on clothes, accessories, or jewelry, even better if you two are matching.
leviathan!
- personalized accessories or plushies with your favourite anime or franchise.
simple gestures ;
lucifer!
- whenever you're stuck on a really hard project and it's very late already, he'd always prepare a snack for you, let's say maybe tea paired with some biscuits barbatos baked that he have brought home just a while ago. will sometimes come with a note reading 'Now let's not be too hard on ourselves, I'm sure that task will certainly be manageable, just don't forget to sleep too or else you can never really finish what you're doing.'
mammon!
- would come home with baked treats he'd bought and share them with you, as he believes good food will bring people together no matter what.
leviathan!
- will sometimes sew a small plush or accessory for you that he styled with only you in mind.
word affirmations ;
lucifer!
- "Yes, I know it may not be tolerable right now, but I know you better than that, no matter what that is it will always be something you can overcome."
mammon!
- "What're ya doing there with that gloomy look, it doesn't look great on yer face ya know. Now, how about we go have some ice cream just right there at the convenience store, my treat, of course, the great Mammon won't leave his human with a frown on their face, so, is that a deal?"
leviathan!
- "Y-You know comforting people isn't my forte, but just know you're that important when I'm the one reaching out to you like this, so come on now, how about a round of this new game I just bought, you'll totally miss out if you skip this chance!"
— note: this is a piece of rin's creations. do not plagiarize, repost, or translate this work or its format.
“don’t ya laugh,” mammon warns, glaring at you through his sniffles, “it’s so sad. they’re in love b-but she doesn’t even remember him and—” he rambles. you snicker, watching as a tiny tear rolls down his tan cheek while he watches the movie on the screen. he wipes it away quickly, coughing slightly as his skin flushes.
“you cry baby,” you chuckle, but your hand slides to his lap, grabbing his and lacing your fingers together. and instantly, even as he shoots you another (weak) glare, there’s a soft squeeze to your hand.
“just so ya know, ‘m not holdin’ your hand right now ‘cause i’m sad o-or nothin’—ya just seemed like ya needed me. ‘c-cause ya look upset, so i’m doin’ this for you,” he insists, fighting back blush that still dusts his cheeks and huffing as you raise a brow.
“mammon,” you snort, shaking your head in amusement, “you’re really something else.”
you’re not too sure how a demon like mammon—the second strongest at that—is as scared of horror films and as sensitive to sad movies as he is, but you think you like mammon like this. there’s something almost human about him, something sweet and sensitive and fragile—something that makes you wonder if he ever really fell, if he’s still just an angel under the horns and dark wings.
but right now, he’s mammon—your mammon, the one that cries during movies and pretends it’s just your imagination. the one that kisses you goodnight and then mumbles it was just to help you sleep so you don’t wake him. the one that walks you to class but claims it’s just because he’s going the same way (even if his class is in the opposite direction.)
“hey, i told ya, i’m only doin’ this ‘cause ya seem like ya need it. i don’t need ya tellin’ lucifer that i don’t watch over ya and get me in trouble. g-got that, human?”
you hum, your head landing on his shoulder, and you fight back a laugh when his breath hitches as you press a gentle kiss to his shoulder through the fabric of his shirt. you don’t think he even notices it, but his thumb rubs small circles to the back of your hand.
“don’t worry,” you giggle, “i won’t tell lucifer you cried like a baby.”
“i could eat ya,” he huffs indignantly, “could eat ya in a bite, then you’d be cryin’ like a baby.”
“then eat me,” you challenge, “i bet i’m delicious.”
“bet i’d throw ya back up,” he mutters, smirking when you smack his chest lightly with a scowl. it’s warm in your bed—always has been when mammon’s in it, always softer when his shoulder is there to cushion your head. you yawn, staring down as you play with his fingers, and his head slowly rests over yours.
“you wouldn’t eat me,” you mumble, “you have a soft spot for me. it’s because i’m cute, huh?”
“what? n-no, are ya crazy?” he stutters, “the great mammon has a soft spot for no one, ya hear? seriously, i don’t.”
“not even a little?” you pout, and you watch his resolve crack just a little, face faltering as his eyes soften as they meet yours.
“fine,” he caves, grumbling as his cheeks burn crimson. he refuses to meet your eyes, staring ahead at the screen as he speaks. “you’re the only human i let hold my hand. o-only sometimes, though,” he mutters quietly.
he conveniently leaves out the part where you’re the only human he’s ever wanted to hold hands with—but something tells him he doesn’t need to say it. and something tells him that maybe you like holding his hand too when you lift it up and press a small kiss to his knuckles.
“i’m very honored,” you hum, cheek pressing further into his shoulder as you shuffle closer. slowly, his arm wraps around you, pulling you flush against him and letting your head fall to his chest. you hear the soft thrum of his heart under your cheek, and you close your eyes, letting yourself sigh quietly in content.
“‘course ya are,” he murmurs happily, “that’s a smart human. ‘s an honor holdin’ hands with the great mammon, isn’t it?”
and you can almost hear the wide smile in his voice, matching the same one that paints across yours.
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