#om mammon

[amosprinz]

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[still-a-morosexual-help]

Ever think about how technically the younger brothers are more scared of Mammon than Lucifer?

I swear this is canon, listen

Lucifer's sadistic. He's easily angered, and he always retaliates. And he makes sure his retaliation always takes the form of cruel and unusual punishments. His brothers are scared of the consequences but they're never scared enough to actually stop

Mammon, on the other hand, is a pushover. He doesn't hold grudges, and his bark is so much worse than his bite. He instantly folds if someone aplogises after wronging him, and usually, he'll even apologise back despite not really doing anything wrong. Mammon's usually also part of whatever shenanigans the others are doing

And in spite of all that, the younger brothers all keep pushing and testing Lucifer. They're constantly doing things that they know will piss Lucifer off, and no matter what he does and no matter how much the younger brothers don't want to face the consequences that's never going to stop any of them from continuing whatever they are doing

But with Mammon, in the handful of times we've seen his younger brothers genuinely anger him, they stop or retreat instantly. Hell, there's even a moment in Nightbringer where Belphie is willing to keep pushing against Lucifer but instantly backs down when Mammon gets in-between them and tells him to stop

And y'know what? It's the Strict Teacher vs Fun Teacher thing. The Strict Teacher is always going to be like that, you know exactly what to expect when you piss off the Strict Teacher. Meanwhile, when you finally manage to piss off the Fun Teacher you know you've Fucked Up™

[utopiasship]

Demon Anatomy

now including: Mammon, Leviathan, and Satan! Original post with Lucifer here!

Mdni | oral sex, porn games, demon cock, AFAB implied in mammons and Satans parts, mention of gambling, making out, no pronouns used for reader, no y/n

Mammon

You didn’t plan this but, this is undoubtedly the best outcome.

It was the average Friday night, dress up, hit the casino, win big and go home happy or lose it all and you pay for takeout for the both of you.

But after the tension you’ve had since getting official with Mammon, the night took a new turn. 

A turn to the backseat of his car. 

“Fuck- you-” You don’t let him talk, hand planted firmly in his hair as you drag mammon back down every time he tries to speak.

Sharp teeth nip your lips, hands with long dagger-like nails grip your hips, your waist, your thighs, anything the greedy bastard can get his hands on. 

“Wait,” you let mammon up this time, on hand moving from his scalp to the nape of his neck as you gently press your nails into the skin, “Fuck.”

He openly pants, shimmering blue eyes glossed over and hooded as he takes you in. 

In all honesty, you imagine you don’t look very good. Your hair is sprawled out on the leather seats, lips swollen from kissing, clothes pushed around, and you're out of breath. 

Yet, Mammon doesn’t seem to mind, not as he moves to your neck, licking from your collar bones to your jaw, nipping at skin along the way before kissing it better. 

Reverently, his hands move across your body, one laying so lovingly against your waist, feeling the fabric bunch under his touch. The other, originally laying on the side of your thigh moves to his belt.

“Can- can I-” You don’t let the demon get his words out before one of your hands join his, helping him pull off layers.

Then you see it. His cock.

“What the fuck-” You can’t help but gasp. 

“What?” without even looking up at Mammon, you can tell he's panicking, "What's wrong with it? Why are you looking at it like that? Stop-”

“Mon, thats fucking insane.” You gape at the fucking thing.

Longer than a human, what eight inches? Hardly slim, with white designs naturally swirling around the shaft to just under the head with… two slits?

“What does that mean?” He frowns- no pouts. Sitting back on his heels above you, cock out as you both ponder.

“That’s not gonna fit in me, hun.” You furrow your brows, eyes darting up to meet his eyes before shooting back down to the monster between his legs, hand cautiously inching towards the irregular head. 

“Of course it's going to fit in you,” Mammon huffs, “Why wouldn’t it fit in ya? Can’t be that different from humans.”

“It's very different from humans!” You carefully run a finger between the two slits watching as mammon lurches forward at the stimulation, “For starters, humans only got one of these and they usually aren’t so… prominent…” 

“S-soo?” His head ducks, hair falling over his eyes as you continue to slowly touch his cock, “I’m sure it will fit, c’mon can we try.”

“I mean, I guess we can, if it doesn’t fit you can eat me out and I can figure out how to suck your cock..” 

You didn’t learn if it would fit until three days later because Mammon got so excited at the idea of eating you out he forgot about his own cock for fourty-five minutes.

Leviathan

After the initial trials of your relationship with Levi, things got open really quick.

Like really open. 

Like sitting on top of each other on the floor of his rooms playing porn games open. 

Perhaps it's because you’re both gamers, perhaps you are both deranged perverts, either way you’ve found each other and that's what matters. 

“I mean, the game was okay.” You use your controller to shuffle through old games you had in the human world that Levi has lovingly loaded onto his counsel for you two to play.

“It has like, demons and ghosts and other paranormal characters in it, and the story was surprisingly fun, but the genital designs were so unrealistic, and seeing a human character take insane cocks that would be near impossible for even a porn star to take was kinda a turn off for me.” you click on the digital game card, the pixel art loading up.

Levi simply nods and hums along as you explain your past experiences with the game, making a new save file, going through dialogue until you finally reach the first spicy part of your quest. 

Playing as a lanky, kinda cute guy, you make a deal with a demon, skipping to the scene of your character getting his shit rocked by a nine inch, thick spiked cock. 

“It’s not that bad…” You can barely hear Levi mumble as the dramatic plaps and moans play from the speakers.

“I mean it's hot, I just can’t imagine taking that much cock.” You laugh, turning a bit so you can see your boyfriend, legs overlapping his.

“R-really?” Leviathan turns to you as well, cheeks flushed.

“Yeah? Humans aren’t meant to take that much, without a lot of prep. Let alone something with spikes, knots, ridges, or things that can move and slither.”

“Oh.” He turns back to the tv, cut scene over.

Taking one last look at Levi, you pick up your controller and continue the story, collecting items, exploring the house you're in.

Yet it nags at you. That little oh. Oh what? Oh as in this is a surprise?

Fuck, do demons actually have strange genitals? You haven’t had time to dive into devildom porn yet, so maybe this is realistic?

Did you just tell your boyfriend his cock is impossible for you to take? Is he uncomfortable? Shit.

Pausing the game you sit up, taking your legs off his lap as you look at Leviathan. 

“What did you mean by oh?” You furrow your brows. 

His eyes go wide, sitting up with you, “I didn’t mean it as like- a bad thing, I just didn’t know that about humans I guess.”

“Is… is like, ridges and knots and all that… Do demons have those…?” You say slowly, watching his reactions.

There is a large, awkward silence that tells you all you need to know as your boyfriend avoids eye contact.

“Can.. uh.. Can I see it?” You feel stupid as soon as the words leave your mouth, who the fuck asks to see someones cock? 

Like yeah, he’s your boyfriend but thats a fucking insane thing to ask. 

“Yes!” Levi practically jumps out of his skin, “I mean- yeah, yes, sure.”

“Okay- great- awesome” You take a deep breath, okay that wasn’t too weird to say, he's also a freak. You have to remember that. 

Another long pause.

“I’ll just-” Levi’s hands move to his sweats, shaky as he hesitantly pulls down his pants.

There's something in you that stirs at the fact he's had no boxers on this whole time but you try to ignore it. 

And ignoring it becomes easy when you see his cocks. In fact, any thoughts get thrown out the window at mach speed.

Long and slender but thick at the base. Naturally glossy with a tapered end. Although the room is too light to properly experience it, it’s obvious in the dim light the undersides have bioluminescent markings.

“Wow.”

“Wow?” Levi repeats, visibly stressed as you stare at his cocks, “What- what does that mean? I know its not the nicest but I thought maybe-”

“They’re beautiful.” You cut him off, watching as the appendage moves with a mind of its own, delighted by your comment.

“Can- can I touch them?” You look up at him.

Levi only nods, rendered silenced by your admiration. 

Gently, you wrap your hand around the upper cock, tracing the patterns on the underside of the tentacle like appendage. 

Thick, translucent liquid slowly spills from his tip.

With little hesitation you lean down and kiss it, licking the pre off your lips.

Maybe you’ll finish the game later.

Satan

“Its a mystery,” he said, “It had good reviews online, I thought it could be our next read.”

It was an extremely kind thought at the time, you and satan have been reading together long before you started dating a few months ago. 

The peaceful nights. A warm beverage, comfy clothes, the never setting moon shining into his bedroom as you lay so close on his bed. 

But now your just fucking horny. 

Mystery? Sure, there's some suspense, some clues in a larger, looming case.

Nasty, vile porn? Absolutely. 

From soft, secret kisses to hands in pants, tongues intertwined and nails in skin. Within four paragraphs the main character and the love interest manage to sneak off and get down.

It’s no poetry, that's for sure.

So syrupy words, no shared breaths. Just fuckin.

“How about…” Satan trails off, room thick with awkward tension, “How about we stop for the night, yes?”

You hardly nod in agreement before he's putting the book down and sitting up from the pillows you both have made your home. 

“Nice mystery.” You chuckle, not awkward at all, good job.

There's a beat of silence before Satan looks at you, grimacing, “Yes, I’m sure the love birds would agree.”

You can’t help but smile. He’d been so excited to read a good, true mystery. But so much of the plot has been about romance and sex, it’s practically porn without plot. 

“What? You don’t like the secret sex in the garden of the employer's manor? That doesn’t get your gears turning?” You tease, sitting up to slowly make your way into his lap.

“Don’t tell me that got you horny.” Satan laughs, like you are so unbelievable, insatiable even. Yet his hands move to your hips as you rest atop him, looking up to you like you sewed the constellations just for him.

“I’d hardly say Stacy and Trevor got me going,” You lean down, breathing the same air as him, eyes tracing over his features, “but being around you always makes me feel a certain type of way.”

“You are a sweet talker.” Effortlessly, Satan holds your weight as he slowly moves you to lay down against the bed, “Do you think you taste just as sweet?”

You gnaw at your lip as your head hits the pillows. You can’t help but watch as your lover inches closer down your body, hands worshiping your skin. 

“Why don’t you take a bite and find out?” You smirk, big and toothy.

Satan quickly finds a better use for his mouth, gently moving clothes to kiss his way down to your waist band, eyes flickering up to you as he slowly moves your pajama pants down.

Now, normally you'd go along with this, but there's been something so small eating at the back of your brain.

This pattern of him making you orgasm with his hands and mouth till you're tired and panting, and then… nothing. 

You don’t get to blow him, have sex, hell you’ve never even seen him out of those damn boxers. 

So for once, you stop him.

“Wait,” Your voice is soft in the quiet room, and it makes your boyfriend perk up immediately, “Can I… is it okay if I go down on you tonight?”

There's a heavy pause. 

You watch as Satan's brows furrow, how he moves his fingers from under your waistband, resetting his head against your stomach as he studies your face.

“Did you not like last time? I can-”

“No- no, you are great, really.” You can’t help but smile at how he's practically pouting. 

“I just, I don’t know.” You sigh, sitting up on your elbows, “You’re great, and I love when we spend the night together but I never get to make you feel good. This is a two way street you know.” 

Satan moves up with you, choosing to sit on his knees between your legs rather than his stomach. 

“I know that, I just didn’t want you to feel obligated.” He speaks with chosen words, slowly and carefully like he isn’t sure how to verbally express his thoughts.

“Obligated?” you raise a brow, “If I didn’t want to blow you, I’d tell you that. But I promise I genuinely want to make you cum in any way you’ll let me.”

“That’s-” Satan chuckles, “That is very crass.”

You shrug, “But honest.”

“Yes, I suppose.” He sighs, “I understand how you feel, but I imagine demonic genitalia would be daunting to a human. It's not… it’s nothing like humans.”

“Oh?” You sit up fully, placing a hand on his chest, signalling for him to lay back, “Then let me unravel this mystery, yeah?”

“That’s cheesy.” yet he lays down anyways. 

“Is it okay if I remove your pants?” You dip just your fingertips under his waist band.

“You know I’d never object to you stripping me.”

“I know.” You hum, smiling.

Slowly, tantalizingly, you pull down his pants, taking his boxers with them. 

And whatever smart remark or poor joke you had on the tip of your tongue dies the instant his cock comes out.

Half hard, you think.

You aren’t sure what you expected, or if you had any real preconceptions at all. But small spike-like bumps staring from the base going up the borrow side of his cock was not what you had in mind.

The black designs swirling around his base and mark of the way up his shaft was also unexpected, if not extremely beautiful.

“It’s okay-” Satan reaches a hand down to pull his boxers back up. You slap that hand away so damn quick.

You almost think his cock twitches. 

“Do all demons… do most demons stray so far from human aesthetics as well?” you rub a hand over his thigh, eyes still tracing the cock slowly growing harder and harder in front of you.

“I suppose, there's a wide variety of differences between demons, but most look different than humans.” His voice is already breathy, watching you as you watch him.

“May I?” You hover a hand over his now hardened cock, looking up to make eye contact.

“Yeah, yeah of course.” Satan lets out a shaky breath.

With a careful hand, you slowly pump up and down, what you can only assume is precum quickly forming at the tip. 

You exhibit no hesitation in leaning down and licking the underside of his shaft, and hearing the noise Satan makes only drives you desire further to make him cum.

Next mystery: How similar is demon cum to human cum?

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[mysticalmermaid24]

I like to think that Mammon loves helping MC out with chores. I headcanon it, actually. It’s even canon in the game that he’ll do anything MC asks for. It’s funny coz he’s the kinda guy who would slack off and make excuses not to do stuff. Like who wants to wash the dishes anyway? How boring. But wait, if he gets to do it with you? It’s now fun coz it’s like you’re a married couple. Aww, all those domestic fluffy feels, his heart can’t take it! At least Lucifer is happy. Ok seriously tho, even though everyone takes turns to do chores in the House of Lamentation, I imagine if it’s your turn, it’s so much work for one person, like there are 8 people including yourself you got to cook for, and do so many dishes as well! Thankfully you have your faithful puppy helping you out. He’ll be like “don’t stay up too late coz of all the work” and “all that scrubbing’s gonna hurt your delicate human hands” and continue making as many excuses as he can think of. But you don’t mind in the slightest!

[imhyperfixiating]

This fucking guy

[tsukii0002]

Mammon: Mc, I swear I'm researching human culture so I can get to know you better! *with tears in his eyes*

Mc: You're lying *dramatic*, you don't even know which civilization ruled during the Pleistocene jellyfish era.

Mammon: !!! I'll try harder! I promise.

Satan: Mc…

Mc: Yes?

Satan: I have to say, I don't know anything about the Pleistocene jellyfish era either.

Mc: Oh, that's because it doesn't exist, I made it up.

Satan: Why would you do that?

Mc: To keep Mammon away from gambling for a few days.

Satan: *speechless*

Mc: Lucifer has already given him a warning, and this way he'll spend a few days studying hard. I feel bad for him… but at least it works.

Satan: I admire the way you love my brother, Mc, and I respect you for your efforts in this lost cause.

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[chi-chib]

Female Satan (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

I kinda struggled with the top design, so I just gave her a cute shirt :3

I am currently working on Asmo 💕 so I hope that turns out good 🫣

[majiatto]

"oi, didn't you hear me? i said i hit my forehead against the kitchen cabinet."

you sighed, pausing your potions homework and placing your pen down on the table in an exaggerated motion. "mammon, you've been telling me about this non-existent bump of yours for 5 days straight."

"well, it's not my fault you don't get it!" mammon huffed defensively, mumbling "stupid human..." under his breath.

"...don't get what?" you spun around on your chair, looking up at him and draping your arm over the chair's backrest. the first time he approached you about his bump, you leaned in to inspect his forehead and assessed that he'll be fine, then sent him off on his merry way.... which evidently wasn't the response he was looking for since he approached you with the same problem the next day... and the day after that.

usually, mammon's intentions are clear as day when it comes to things like this, but this time you're actually stumped as to what they are.

"why do i gotta spell everything out for you...?" mammon sounded utterly annoyed at the fact you didn't magically understand the inner machinations of his mind. "alright, listen up, cuz the great mammon will only explain this once."

"when that chihuahua... when he scraped his knee last week, you..." mammon suddenly seemed to run out of words, his cheeks burning a wonderful shade of red.

"i....?" you encouraged, dragging out the syllable.

"y-you know what i mean." it was a silent plea on his end.

"i don't, mammon." you shook your head slightly, smiling up at him. it wasn't meant as a teasing gesture, but you can only suppose he took it that way since he groaned in embarrasment.

there were a couple seconds of grueling silence before he cracked under the pressure.

"youkissedhiskneebetter,...o-or whatever." mammon blurted out. "not that i care if you do it to me! the great mammon couldn't care less!" mammon laughed haughtily, a very obvious coverup for just HOW much he wanted you to do it to him, too.

"hold on, hold on, hold on. what was that?" you questioned, not quite catching what he said at the beginning. something about a... kiss?

"quit teasin' me!" mammon looked like he was about to implode from how red he was.

"i'm not." you replied calmly, raising your brows at him, a silent suggestion he repeat himself.

"ugh, fine... y-you kissed his knee better..." he mumbled, refusing to make eye contact with you.

oh, now everything makes sense. it seems mammon saw you when you kissed luke's knee better last week.

"i can't hear you~" you teased, this time knowingly.

"...YOU KISSED HIS KNEE BETTER! HAPPY NOW?!" mammon yelled so loudly that you're 90% sure the entire house heard him. well, you suppose this is just part of the usual antics the brothers have to hear every day, especially since you arrived.

"oh mammon, if you wanted me to kiss you, you could have just asked." you giggled, getting up from your chair and kissing his forehead, then gently petting the area you just kissed. "there, now it'll heal faster."

mammon was frozen like a statue for several seconds, before attempting to compose himself with an unsure "t-that's right. you'd better do what i tell you!" (which was very obviously not working).

in response, you slapped his lips lightly, making him let out a strange garbled noise of surprise. "oi! what was that for?!" he confronted.

"uh-oh, it seems i've accidentally hurt your lips. want me to kiss them better, too?"

it was really quite amusing to watch mammon's face cycle through different shades of red like a lava lamp.

"N-... NO! NOPE! NUH UH! L-LIKE I'D WANT TO KISS SOME HUMAN!" mammon knocked over at least 5 items while backing away from you, reaching for the door handle and failing at least 3 times before finally stumbling out of your room.

"awww, what a shame. totally thought i would get him this time." you said to no one in particular, sitting back down to finish your homework.