How Different Monster Husbands Punish You For Being A Brat
Warnings: Sex, restraints, mentions of biting, mentions of knotting, cockwarming, edging
- Minotaur husband that punishes you by tying your hands behind your back when fucking. He knows how much you like to grab onto his horns when you fuck him and watching you struggle against your restraints pleases him greatly.
- Vampire husband that keeps you on the edge, his cock a slow drag through your wet walls. He bites gently at your neck all night but never sinks his fangs in. As dawn approaches you think he will finally grant you some relief but you are sorely mistaken when he pulls out and leaves you with nothing.
- Orc husband that stretches you out on his big cock but doesn’t let you move at all. No matter how much you cry and apologize, needing him to move, he refuses. Each time you try to move earns a smack to your ass, the skin becoming more raw and inflamed throughout the day. Anytime you finally calm down and start to doze off he gives you one hard thrust, jolting you awake and stimulating you just enough to have your cunt needy again.
- Tentacle monster husband that refuses to fill your cunt but uses his suckers to suction and overstimulate your nipples and clit until they are swollen and sore. The marks will be there for weeks as a reminder for you to behave.
- Dragon husband that hangs you from your lairs ceiling with gold chains, decorated with jewels. He keeps you suspended and at his mercy all day to play with as he pleases, a ruby ball gag keeping you quiet and obedient. His pretty little treasure.
- Werewolf husband that fucks you over and over but refuses to give you his knot. Tears stream down your face as you apologize and beg for it but he just tells you that you need to learn your lesson and brats don’t get rewards.
- Demon husband that binds you in a pentacle and makes you watch as he strokes his thick cock knowing you want nothing more that to taste and fuck it. Ignoring your cries as he releases his cum all over the ground instead of inside you where it belongs.
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Imagine a threesome with a succubus and incubus who fucking hate each other and are now competing on who can get you off the fastest.
Succubus plays with your tits, rubbing her clit against your sensitive bud while her tongue swirls around your mouth. Her pussy is slick and warm, and you're already cumming within seconds.
The incubus stretches you with his fingers, his tongue circling your clit as he makes you count how many orgasms he gives you with his mouth alone.
You can't keep your eyes off of his cock as he fucks his fist, precum dripping from the tip.
Now that's you're all wet and ready, they want to take turns with fucking your fat cunt!
First, the succubus walks over, her strap lightly bouncing with each step, she holds you down in missionary, biting your neck as her strap fucks into your tight hole.
As you have sex, the strap fuses to her body and becomes flesh and blood, pulsing inside of you. She whimpers and tugs on your nipple with her teeth, begging to cum inside and breed you.
The incubus is next, huffing as he wipes away the succubus’s cum from your thighs, his cock is huge, nearly twice the size of the succubus, and he’s proud of it.
You’re pulled onto his lap, forced to take his cock deeper than you thought possible. Your belly bulges with his cock, and you struggle to breathe properly.
He fills you with so much cum, cooing over how cute you’ll look with swollen tits, heavy with milk to feed his young.
You cum several times round his length, ending the night so fucked out you can’t even think.
As the two tally up the amount of orgasms they each gave you, they’re both delighted to learn it was a tie.
“Guess we’ll have to try again~”
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You are absolutely destroyed. Pretty whines spill from your parted lips, your body is limp, face mashed deep into the silk pillows. Your body feels like jelly, the only thing keeping you up is his hands on your hips. You’re mindlessly babbling, tears collecting at the corners of your eyes. “Fucking look at you…”
He's been fucking you relentlessly—thrusts so deep and powerful they shake the entire mattress. He fucked you in every position possible, and he was still going at it. You lost track of your orgasms and the time. You’re not sure what has gotten into him today, but he came back home in a mood.
Another heavy spank, this time harder. Your small body jumps forward with the force, pussy gripping his length like a vice. He wraps a large hand around your throat, pulling you back onto his cock.
“Please…”
His pace doesn't slow. If anything, your small pleas only make him fuck harder. He's a brutal force of nature behind you, taking what he wants without mercy. His balls slap against your clit with every thrust. He pulls your hair, arching your back more. He kisses your shoulder, then your neck.
His teeth scrape sharp against the sensitive skin of your neck. He’s grinding deep, rotating his hips in a way that makes you see stars. Your small body is nothing but a ragdoll in his grip. His hand leaves your hair to grip your hip, bruisingly tight, and you fall back against the bed. “Take it.”
The movement of your head is sluggish as you shake it, brain rattled from the relentless pounding. He knows you're right on the edge of overwhelmed but he can't stop—your pussy feels too good gripping his massive cock. Your words are basically incoherent, all he can make out is his name and pathetic pleas.
Ths sound of his heated skin meeting yours is lewd, it makes your ears burn. your toes are already curling as he groans over you, feeling your soft cunt trying to milk him dry without even meaning to. “yeah, I got you all stupid now, huh?” He laughs.
You nod mindlessly, feeling your nth orgasm approach.
Demon x Witch!reader— praise, body worship, nipple play, fingering, penetrative sex, scratching, biting, squirting, creampie, multiple orgasms
When your coven members started getting sick, dark horrifying jagged marks blooming on their skin, they all looked to you for answers. You weren’t coven leader, not by far, you were only their humble head healer. This was the kind of stuff you specialized in yet even you had no idea what was going on.
But witch after witch was appearing on your doorstep, their faces scared, desperately begging you for help. Of course you did what you could but the illness was such a peculiar thing, you could barely make sense of it.
With each new blot that formed the witch’s magic grew more powerful but also more unstable. The marks consumed them until they could no longer control their magic and it became a liability to allow them to continue their practice. Which was another issue as the illness also raised their aggression levels tenfold. Even the slightest uptick in their heartbeat could unleash a raging current of magic.
Most cases, no matter how much you tried to stop it, ended in the death of a witch and fewer answers than you started with.
For some it came on quicker and for others it was like a slow crawl. Yet it always reached its end and you could never catch up with it. That is until it finally caught up with you.
Haunting tendrils that began to form on your hands as if the illness was mocking you. You had failed to heal your coven members and now you’d fail to save yourself before it was too late and it’d claim another witch.
You only allow yourself a few minutes to panic. There isn’t time to linger on it any longer. Not when you’re unsure how much you have left. But even as you move, scouring through countless old texts and forbidden spells, that frenzied fear is what drives you forward.
Days go by running through the same cycle. Reading the books, testing incantations and potions, refusing to collapse as another fails, and forcing yourself to start all over again. Each failed attempt threatens to destroy what little hope you have left. There has to be something— anything— you haven’t thought of.
That’s when it hits you. As much as the rationale side of you immediately rejects the idea, the other tells you it’s your last chance. For your coven, summoning a demon is quite possibly the greatest offense a witch can commit. You remind yourself of this over and over as you draw the circle in the dead of night.
Bright purple flames shoot straight to the ceiling as the Demon appears before you, in clothes from a time long ago and a piercing gaze that acts like he already knows what you’re about to ask. Yet when you show him the marks making their way up your arms a flicker of surprises passes over his expression.
He breaks through your summoning circle with ease, clawed hands grasp at your arms with a surprising tenderness. It still manages to send a fierce shiver down your spine. Under his inspection you try and remain normal, ignoring the way your body warms and hums under his touch. A growing throb echoing straight to your core.
“A witch forming marks? What is the meaning of this?” He asks in awe, and his own demonic marks shimmer under the candlelight.
A soft gasp leaves you at the familiar patterns you’ve seen so many times before on your fellow witches. How had you never realized this? The connection between a demons blots and the illness taking control of these witches. Suddenly it was all making sense, the deathly power surges that they couldn’t contain on their own.
“I was hoping you could help me figure that out,” you whisper and his gaze snaps up to meet yours, the hum in your body buzzing harder by the second.
Then it’s weeks that pass in the blink of an eye. You rarely leave your home and refuse to let anyone inside. It’s clear your coven members worry for you but that’s the last thing on your mind. With your days now full of this alluring demon who you can’t get enough of leaves space for little else.
He moves around your home like he owns it, having grown more comfortable there than you ever would’ve expected. The two of you have come to work in tandem, your hand reaching and his is already there waiting as you trade old books, passing each other ingredients without a thought while making potions you’ve never even heard of, and your bodies moving as one as you work.
Every interaction between you is charged with something deeper, something you don’t dare to speak of. Yet it speaks through every brush of your hand against his, how neither of you move away whenever you bump into the other, the smiles and glances you send each other that linger a few beats too long, and that both your marks shimmer in each others vicinity.
And just like the others, as your marks move up your arms and down your body, your power grows stronger. But something about this demon helps calm the magic swelling inside you. His presence soothes the storm, his touch calms the spikes of your emotions. Ones that are starting to happen far too often for comfort.
Leaning against the table you clench your fists as another wave of anger urges you to lash out, to unleash the emotion swirling inside you. Your body shakes with the force of trying to resist but you hold on as long as you can.
Just as fear it’ll overcome you, the demon’s chest molds against your back, his arms curl around you and tug you close. That soothing sensation courses through you and you sigh in relief, melting into his arms like you’ve been doing it your entire life.
“I hate these marks,” you murmur, voice filled with pain.
The demon freezes against you and for a long moment he doesn’t respond. Neither do you. Then a moment later he leans down, nuzzling into the streaks that have bloomed on your neck. His own shimmer and yours respond immediately.
“I don’t. I adore them. You just need to learn how to control them,” he rasps.
His breath on your skin makes that constant buzz return to your body as if calling out for him. Warm arousal bubbles up in your belly and looks in your panties. You know he can sense it all yet he doesn’t rush a thing.
“Your coven’s tapped into a power it wasn’t prepared to handle but you have me now. Let me help you.”
All you can feel anymore is him as his fingers skim across your skin, tilting your chin up just in time to claim your lips in a kiss that’s been a long time coming. A soft moan leaves you, your body turning to face him before he picks up your plush frame with ease and plops you down on top of the table.
Low demonic growls vibrate from his throat as he pushes at your clothes like they’re a nuisance, his lips curl in a sneer as his mouth dances with yours like he’s trying not to just tear them to shreds.
Only when the lack of oxygen pinches at your lungs does he break from the kiss and immediately make his way down your skin. Pressing feverish kisses along every inch of bare skin he exposes.
“Your marks… they’re gorgeous. Just like the rest of you. If only you’d embrace them, embrace me,” he pants against your chest and you gasp as he takes one of your perky buds into his mouth, sucking till they’re swollen, then moving onto the next.
You writhe against the table, small whimpers leaving you as you get hotter and hotter, the mess between your thighs dripping down your legs and onto the table.
As if he can sense just how needy you are he leans back and forces your thick thighs apart, groaning at the slick that gushes out of your weeping pussy.
“You even have them here. How beautiful,” he purrs.
His long clawed fingers slide through your folds, tracing the streaks till you’re crying out and rocking your hips into the movement. You get so lost in the rhythm and the constant stimulation that you don’t notice him replacing his fingers with his cock until he’s sliding in and stretching your sensitive walls to their very limits.
You start to scream only to have them silenced by his mouth as he kisses you again. Your magic pulses in time with your throbbing cunt as he starts thrusting his cock deep inside you, slipping deeper and deeper with each rock of his hips.
Meanwhile he fucks your mouth as hard as he fucks your pussy, swirling his tongue against yours in time with every brutal thrust. You feel his tip smash against your cervix just as his tongue pushes into your throat and suddenly he’s everywhere.
Consuming you from the inside out. For a second you panic, your nails scratching down his back and he hisses, picking up pace and rutting into you even harder. You feel unsteady, body moving in time with his only to realize it’s not your body moving but the magic inside you. As you let him in the overpowering magic settles into your bones like it’s always meant to be there and it increases your pleasure to a point you’ve never known.
The demon grunts as he slams his cock along your walls, molding you to the shape of him. He’s breathless but he’s never felt more alive than he does now and he can’t stop staring at the streaks that resemble his one. Like you’re his, all his now. It makes his cock swell within you.
“Tell me you love your marks as much as I do. I want to hear you,” he growls, ducking his head to worship every inch of marked skin he can reach.
You cry out, the pressure in your belly building, so close to bursting.
“I love my marks,” you whine, trying to sound convincing.
“Louder,” he snarls and nips at your throat.
Every thrust he makes you scream those words till you shatter around his cock, your vision flashing white and your release spraying out of you in a brilliant stream of arousal. Your demon roars as he buries himself to the hilt and sends spurt after spurt of his thick cum to splash against your cervix till you’re coming again for him.
He helps work you through the intense pleasure, rocking into you steadily and holding you close. When the fog starts to clear from your mind a burst of clarity booms and you realize you’ve been going about this all wrong. Trying to be rid of the streaks is impossible. It’s only through accepting them can you manage the power that comes with.
And all along it was your demon helping you to see that. To accept it. Now you think you finally are and if you can convince your coven members to do the same you think everything may just be ok.
Your marks glow in a silent heartfelt thank you. Warmth flows through you as his own shine in return. Both your body and souls now connected as one.
Tw. monsterfucking, threesome, double penetration, unprotected sex, breeding, degradation, oral (not for or by Reader)
Yan! Demon x GN! Reader x Yan! Angel
yes they both have dicks at first. Demon is referred with he/him here. Y'all are like really complicated. Demon definitely loves you, though
"Goodness, aren't you pathetic?" Angel snickers in your ear. Their cock steadily slides in and out of you, taking pleasure in your fucked out expression.
In contrast to Angel's slow, teasing thrusts, Demon's are frantic, fast, desperate. His claws dig into the meat of your thighs, whimpering at both the feel of your walls squeezing him and Angel's cock rubbing against his. "S—so good, oh God, you feel so so good...Thank you, thank you, thank—"
"Quiet!" Angel forcibly hits upwards, making both you and Demon flinch. "You're just as pathetic as this one. Go slower with them." They squeeze your ass, "You might break your beloved human." They adjust you so you're leaning better on their chest.
Demon's eyes widen, instantly softening his grip. "Fuck, I'm so so sorry birdie...Birdie are you okay?I didn't hurt you did I?"
You're too fucked out of your mind to give him a proper response. Their two cocks inside you is making your head spin. You know you're definitely filled with cum, you can feel it slide down your thighs. Between Demon's passion and Angel's teasing, it's too much, too little, too much...
Your focus comes to when Angel breathes in your ear, "He asked a question. Aren't you going to answer?"
You weakly look over to Demon's soft eyes. He reaches out to cup your face, wiping away stray tears on your cheeks. "Do you want a break?" He kisses your forehead. "Don't force yourself to just take us. This is also about your pleasure."
From behind you, Angel snorts. He glares at them then refocuses back to you. "You okay?"
You give a small nod. He smiles, pressing kisses all over your face as he carefully continues to thrust. Angel doesn't move inside you. Instead, they absently run their cold hands over your front. Goosebumps follow their touches.
"It's only been a while and your human has lost all thoughts in their pretty little head," they wipe some sweat off your brow. "How did they ever survive?"
Demon whines, bottoming out as deep as he can before spilling more cum into you. "I—I don't, I don't know, fuck, birdie, come on, you can cum...it's okay, just like that...Oh, so beautiful..."
He spurts a little more cum at the sight of your orgasming face. He rubs gentle circles on your twitching, messy thighs. "You're okay, you're okay..."
Angel slowly pulls out, making you whine at the partial lose. They adjust from behind you, standing up to their full height. "Make them lie down. But put your chin up, demon."
He nods, lying you down on the bed. Propping your legs against his waist so he can sink a little deeper. You squirm, lolling your head to the side of the bed. Your eyes flicker up, seeing Angel's cock now gone. Angel grabs a fistful of Demon's hair and forces his mouth on their crotch. "Eat. I think you deserve to taste some holiness in your life."
Demon whimpers, slipping his long, demonic tongue into Angel's pussy. Hissing at the unnaturally sweet taste burning his tongue. At the same time, he starts pounding into you. Thick cock poking at that sweet spot inside you without pause. You cry out, nails digging into his back. Your mind is spinning again. You want to scream but your voice is far too hoarse.
You look up to see Angel's mocking smile as they pet Demon's hair. "You okay?" They force his head closer to their pussy. "You feeling good?"
Never come close to a demon in heat. Especially an Incubus. Just the smell of his sweat and hormones, the pure feral lust in the air is palpable. His dick struggles to remain in sizes that could be easily taken by a mortal, (by you). He’s shamelessly rutting up and against anything that has your scent on it. Your furniture, your bed, your clothes, which are all torn to shreds now as he fucks and fucks and fucks, eventually just rutting his monstrous cock into some fabric scraps in his hand, lube and precum flowing to the floor as his feral pants, trying to find the release he seeks.
He can’t control his body now, it stretches to the ceiling, his horns scratching holes in the tiles, his body so overgrown, the four arms barely able to grab his cock before it splits into two equally thick 18” long poles, filled and overflowing with his seed. His tail lashes around, trying to find anything that will ease his suffering. Anything that reminds him of your tight holes, your sinfully sweet voice, your adorably lewd behaviours. He needs you, but in his feral animalistic state, you both know that he'd ruin you far worse than anything before. And so he ruts, and ruts alone. He gets creative using his own insanely long tongue, wrapping around his cocks like a snake. And with one demonic groan he cums, rope after rope of thick, sticky seed. All wasted in his mind. Whimpering your name like a broken prayer. But it’s okay, he's not done. He still needs you, to fuck
It’s not a new thing that you have sleep issues. Insomnia was a common occurrence. Occasionally you’d experience sleep paralysis except this time was different. It’s like your sleep paralysis demon was teasing you.
It squeezes your breasts, kneads your thighs, and teases your entrance. Without warning it rips open your panties. Shoving its long dark fingers deep into your pussy. Prepping you for what it really wants to do to you.
It stretches your pussy wider and wider. Just as the demon feels your stretched enough it shoves its cock inside of you. It’s massive and fills you up almost too much.
It uses you like your it’s personal toy. Ramming deep inside of you over and over and over again while you’re stuck laying there just watching. It uses you to fill with its seed.
You can feel its monstrous cock twitch inside of you. Leaving you a cum filled mess. Leaking from your pussy to your mattress. You fall back asleep shortly after and wake up as if it was the most realistic wet dream. Except wet dreams don’t leave you leaking cum.
The concept of being instinctively scared of the OBM brothers…
Specifically Mammon cuz he’s the only one I actually like.
Couldn’t find a picture so pls don’t mind the bald post 😀
Tags: gn!reader, mostly sub!reader, more demon-like mammon, he’s still super sweet tho, power imbalance, consensual power play/fear play, smut under the cut
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I really wish we got to see more of like a scarier human and demon dynamic. Like, I feel like they could’ve leaned into more of like an uncanny valley kinda things, because they look like humans but aren’t. And the fact that demons directly harm humans? Could’ve put in some type of like instinctive fear that mc and the guys have to get over to get closer, ykwim?
ANYWAYS, I especially like this concept with Mammon, because he’s the least scary one out of all the demons…seeing as he’s the only one who never hurts or kills you. I don’t wanna change that or make him more aggressive, I just think there would be some inherent dread about getting close to him and his brothers.
I imagine you can get over it or learn to ignore it pretty quick, since you’re living with all of them. The feeling goes away quicker with Mammon, because you feel safest with him and he’s the first demon you make a pact with. The icky feeling in your stomach slowly dissipates over time as you become friends, then something more.
BUUUT…it comes back stronger than ever whenever you and Mammon are getting more intimate.
The first time it happens, you’re both terrified. You’d deepened the kiss more than usual, pressing closer until he pulled you onto his lap. In the rare privacy of his room, things hot heated quickly, more so than usual. Mammon’s hands caressed your waist and hips at first, but when you started grinding down on him and his grip tightened…something in you screamed to get away.
You lurched back, eyes wide and frightened while your hands gripped his wrists tight to pull them off. Mammon stopped immediately, of course, and you both stayed frozen for a moment as your actions sunk in. Once they had, he immediately let go and spoke up all confused, scared he’d somehow hurt you without realizing it. It took a second to calm him down, to explain that you hadn’t meant to pull back, it just…happened.
Well, the mood was ruined after that. Mammon got all serious about it, looking in every book on humans in the library for some type of explanation. You spent more time thinking about it before finally landing on an explanation. The feeling was exactly like the one you first got whenever you got here- icky and cold- but so much stronger. This time, it was heavy, an uncontrollable urge to fight and push and run away from the inherent danger that is your very docile demon boyfriend.
Once you both come to the conclusion that intimacy with him caused some type of survival instinct to trigger, Mammon is painfully careful with you. Every touch is slow, every kiss is controlled, and he never pushes for more. Like, ever.
Only when you get impatient do you demand him to give you more. You have to sit him down and explain very clearly that you are not scared of him. You trust him more than anyone. It’s just an uncontrollable little tick, an involuntary instinct that you try your best to push down. It takes a lot of convincing, but eventually Mammon is open to just…’ignoring’ it if you try to jerk away, but he focuses intently on differentiating between instinctive movements and intentional ones.
It’s hard for him at first, because he never wants you to be scared of him. It almost hurts when you flinch or jerk or squirm or tear up…but, well…Mammon has instincts too.
God, he’s ashamed of how hard it makes him. He feels his mouth water when you grab his wrists. His pupils dilate when you flinch. He bites down a growl when you gasp or whimper in fear. His eyes glow a greedy gold when you squirm away. His grip tightens when you try to push back against him. And his cock throbs when you tear up and cry. Yeah, you have to fight down your instincts, but so does Mammon. I mean, you wouldn’t feel the need to run if he didn’t feel the need to possess.
He swears up and down that it doesn’t happen, that he has more control than that…but you both know he’s lying. Mammon gets off on your instinctive fear, because his own instincts crave it. It feels almost gross at first, almost a bit…morally concerning. But then you both realize that even if there’s some primal little predator-and-prey kinda thing going on, you both trust and love each other enough that it’s completely consensual. And it can be kinda…hot.
Once again, he goes painfully slow. You both hash out all the details together- boundaries, safe-words, pain thresholds. It’s extremely important to Mammon that you both know exactly how far you can go with this before it gets potentially dangerous…Dangerous for you, that is, because once you both get comfortable it can get intense.
Mammon is never overly rough, of course, but he uses your instincts to his advantage. He’ll corner you on purpose, snickering at the way you shrink back but blush and beg so prettily for him. One of his hands will pin both your wrists down, not budging an inch as you desperately try to tug out of his grip, meanwhile you’re moaning his name. His sharp teeth will graze over your neck, over that soft part that would bleed out if he bit it hard enough. You know he’d never do it, but it makes you tear up and sob quietly even as you squeeze around his cock.
And of course…his actual demon form. The most drastic change isn’t his physical appearance…it’s the aura he exudes. It gets so much stronger when he’s like this- really the Avatar of Greed. The dread crawls up your spine, covering your body in goosebumps and making you feel all clammy. Your brain goes fuzzy with fear even when he’s across the room, eyes wide and feet instinctively stumbling back. Mammon watches you, approaching carefully to assess your feelings but grinning lightly at the sight of you. He can’t help the way he just loves seeing a human cower before him, especially in his true form.
You’re in tears before he even touches you, your brain screaming ‘run, run, RUN’ despite the way you reach for him. Mammon coos and wipes your tears, making sure you still want him before pulling you closer and locking his arms around you so you can’t run. You grab at him with shaking hands, knees nearly giving out from how powerful the fear is, and yet you’ve never been more turned on.
I feel like Mammon would get more and more cocky about it as he gets more turned on and more into it, soft coos turning to teases. “Ya okay? Promise?” “Not gonna hurt ya, sugar.” “Shh, shh…ya keep shakin’ like that and I’m gonna lose it…” “So damn pretty when you cry…keep goin’ f’me.” “That’s it…don’t fight it, babe, jus’ feel me.” “Ya like this?…Yeah, ya do…” “Heh…’ts cute when you try an’ push me away, treasure.”
He might even let you get away sometimes, just so he can catch you again. Mammon loves watching you stumble when he lets go, your eyes widening in surprise as you look back at him, so startled but fully comprehending what he wants. In those moments, you allow your instincts to take over, your legs carrying you frantically away from him.
Mammon watches fondly, a low growl building in his throat that he quickly pushes down. He’s not really hunting you, no no no. Never. He’s just…playing with you. And when it’s his turn, he’s behind you in an instant. It almost feels like he teleported there, but he’s just that fast. An embarrassing shriek leaves your lips as he hugs you snugly back against him mid-stride. It doesn’t even hurt because he’s always so gentle, his hands caressing your waist as he murmurs reassurances in your ear and presses his bulge against your ass.
But, of course, he’s still Mammon. Once you’re both all fucked-out and exhausted, he’s immediately helping you calm down and relax. He’d clean you up all gently, whispering now and rubbing gently at your flinching legs and hands. You keep your eyes shut, focusing on steadying yourself and feeling the weight in your chest slowly dissipate. Once you’re clean, he’d get in bed and comfort you until the trembling stops completely, massaging your hips and kissing your head.
It takes a little bit, but he always gets you back down to earth. It’s an amazing display of trust, really, the way you cling to him even when everything in your body wants to get away from him. But Mammon cherishes that trust, and he’d rather die than betray it…which is why he’ll never tell you how much of a handle he really has to keep on his own instincts.
