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l3viat8an · 9 months

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How do you think the guys would react if you sent them a video of you playing with yourself and cumming. I know Lucifer is annoyed and horny after you distracted him from his work. He might punish you for that later. Mammon is running towards your room no matter where he was or what he was doing. Asmo would send you a video of him cumming in response. Satan would send you the nastiest sext back. Beel would be like “that was very nice MC, can I come and join you?” Belfie wouldn’t respond for a couple of hours bc he was sleeping but when he watches it he would respond with “Did that feel good, slut? I bet I could make you feel better. Come to my room now”

What do you think?

Nsfw content MDNI

Oooooh okay- I had to think about it a bit ‘n these still ended up short hsjshjs

Lucifer is definitely annoyed…but you did look so sweet and he knows an easy fix! one of his lovely (read that ‘lovely’ with a ton of sarcasm lol) ‘Come to my office. Now.’ texts. Depending on how fast you get there he might go easy on you, bending you over his desk and having some fun~ But if you’re too slow, he’ll simply have you sit on his cock while he finishes his paperwork.

Like you said Mammon is on his way- immediately and there’s not a lot that’s gonna stop him from getting to you asap. But if he can’t, like say Lucifer has Mammon doing something he’ll send back a few pics of his own. or the whiniest text about how mean you are teasing him while he can’t do anything about it!!

Can I just say Levi passed out from the shock? But really- Levi would be so fuckin’ flustered probably spamming back keyboard smashes and nosebleed stickers (he’s so cringe 😩) or if Levi’s really worked up a short video of him jacking off-

Asmo is absolutely shameless in sending a video back, moaning loudly and whining about how you could’ve been touching each other instead.

Satan would send back filth, talking about how needy his, sweet, little, human slut is. and how you’ll be in trouble when he gets his hands on you- (is that really a threat tho?-)

Beel would text asking if he can come over as he’s on his way over- either way he wants to see you, even if he can’t touch right away. He’ll be patient if it means he gets to eat you out- soon :)

Belphie’s part is already perfect- but when you get to his room he’s making you work for it. After all you put on such a good show earlier….can’t you do it again? Just for him?

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hopeluna · 2 months

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For the Cupid!! 14 with mammon 18+ fem reader please!!!

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ — Valentine's day event ˎˊ˗

Prompt 14: “i think i deserve a kiss.”

CW: mammon x fem!reader, 18+ mdni!!, gonna be honest this is just porn with little plot, jealous mammon, sex (p in v), oral (f receiving), some mild biting cause its hot shush, overstimulation (m receiving), very slight exhibitionism (Lucifer hears ya'll going at it), also some fluff too <3

Wc: 1.3k

⁀➷ cupid: I hope u like your match!

This was definitely going to go on Mammon's list of worst valentine's days.

But let's rewind a little bit.

Mammon had spent the past few weeks trying to come up with the most perfect plan for the entirety of valentine's day for you. He had even worked his ass off tirelessly for the previous months. First, he was going to take you to breakfast at your favourite cafe; then he was going to whip up the tickets to the fair you had always wanted to go to; buy you gifts with his own hard work earned money. Later, he was going to lead you to the fancy restaurant that just opened a month before, and show you his handmade gifts.

Mammon had every little detail planned out to make this day memorable for you.

The day was going as planned at first. You seemed like you had a good time getting breakfast in the cafe, and the content smile on your face made way for a beaming grin on his. A grin that only stretched more at your excited face when he showed you the fair tickets. Mammon was sure his heart was melting at the way you hugged him, ecstatic.

It was at the fair that things started to go downhill. As much as he loved his brothers, he wished that they would disappear from Devildom for this one day.

You bumped into Beel at the fair, his arms carrying a mountain of food items. He looked so excited to see you and practically dragged you both off with him to try out all the food stalls. Mammon had to pinch himself to keep from whining out in frustration.

Beel was not going to leave the fair anytime soon, that much was clear. So when Mammon made a stuttering excuse and lead you out of there, he thought that would be the end of it. No two minutes later, you ran into Asmo.

He managed to keep you busy for about half an hour with declarations of love until Mammon and you made a run for it as soon as Asmo had his back turned to both of you.

Then it was Satan, trying to pursue you to go to a cat cafe with him; when you finally got home, there was Levi with a gleam in his eyes asking you to play a valentine's day themed game he had just gotten.

You could tell Mammon was worked up when he ignored his brother and swiftly dragged you by the hand to your room, shutting the door with a thud, his back to you.

"Mamm-", you're startled at first, soon melting into the fierce kiss Mammon pulls you in. Its not the usual loving, almost shy kiss Mammon gives you; this one is all tongue and teeth, a gasp escaping you when he bites down hard on your lower lip before swiping his tongue over it. It's a harsh kiss, laced with envy and is possessive. You can't help the moan that escapes you, already feeling heat spread in your body.

"Everybody- ", he backs you towards the bed, "- fucking thinks- ", Mammon nips at your jaw, laying you spread on the bed "- that they can have you." you whimper at the harsh way he trails bites and kisses down your neck. "They can't- you're mine."

You grasp at his arms, one knee hooked around his hip. You flip him, switching positions before straddling his lap. "I'm yours." you smirk at the moan he lets out when you grind on the bulge straining through his pants.

Mammon's hands fall on your hips, ceasing their movements. You're confusion melts away when he gently motions your hips up his body, past his stomach, his chest- settling you hovering right above his mouth.

"Want you- want you soak my face", you feel a hot flush creep up the back of your neck, hips moving on their own in search of friction. You both let out a moan in unison when Mammon pulls aside your underwear, swiping his tongue over the length of your cunt.

His moans soon become muffled as he grasps your hips, eating you out like his very life depended on it.

Your eyes threaten to flutter shut in pleasure when you look down at Mammon. You can see the slick drenching his cheek and chin. His tongue alternating between sucking on your little bundle of nerves and dipping into your clenching wet hole. The sight has your mind reeling, hips grinding harder against his tongue chasing release.

Mammon's muffled moans only spur you on. He seems like he's enjoying this more than you are.

You reach your breaking point when he gives you a particular harsh, lewd suck- eyes flitting down only to see him already staring up at you with lust gleaming in his eyes.

Mammon keeps licking at your cunt even after, only relenting with a whine when you move away to straddle his lap once again. Mammon sits up, back resting on the headboard. Your head swims in desire watching him lick away at your slick on his chin, letting out a breathy moan as if it's the most delectable dessert.

The lust in his eyes gets replaced by something playful for a second. He sends a pout your way, lips jutting out, shining with saliva.

"I think I deserve a kiss, with the day that i've had!"

You laugh at the dramatic way his head rolls back to rest on the headboard, face stricken with fake grief. You decide to indulge him for once without any teasing.

"You know what? I think you do." Mammon's head snaps up, face lit. He pulls you into a kiss, a sweet one this time, laced with adoration, some lewdness seeping in at the way you can taste yourself a little bit on his tongue.

Mammon swallows your moan greedily when he moves his hips beneath you, your head falls limply at the crook of his neck, still sensitive from your last orgasm. You huff in amusement when Mammon hastily pulls away his and your clothes, melting into him with a content sigh at the skin to skin contact.

"Lift your hips up for me, baby"

You moan lightly, the head of his hard cock catching at your entrance, making the wettest squelch sound when you move your hips down and down and down, till you're fully seated, hips flush.

You take a moment before moving, savouring the delicious burn of his cock stretching you out. Desperate moans and curses spill from Mammon's kiss-swollen lips when you start to move your hips, grinding and bouncing erratically. The pleasure too much for you to bear.

Mammon leans in, burying his face in your neck. You think its innocent until you feel a sharp sting that only seems to spur you on even more, bouncing up and down harshly on his cock.

The sound of skin slapping and wet squelches seemed to echo in the room and your mind. What tips Mammon over the edge is when he looks down at where your cunt is swallowing him greedily, a ring of white coating the base of his cock.

You follow right behind him, relishing in the feel of his cum spurting in you-

The sound of knocking on wood intertwines with the quiet laboured breaths in the room.

Lucifer's voice rings out, calling your name. Mammon's lips pull down into a frown at the thought of getting interrupted again. Your own lips pull up into a smirk as a idea crosses your mind.

Mammon lets out a choked noise when you grind your hips against his, a noise loud enough to fill the silence of the room. Loud enough to go through the door. And if that wasn't enough, more moans spill out from Mammon when you begin to bounce on his lap, the noise echoing.

Mammon calls out your name laced in a whimper, "shit- i can't- "

You huff a chuckle when you hear the retreating footsteps outside the door a moment later.

You hear Mammon mumble under his breath, almost not catching what he says-

"Happy fucking valentine's day to me-" you cut him off with another roll of your hips.

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another-lost-mc · 9 months

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MAMMON x gn!Reader, NSFW, 0.7k words Content warnings: a strange series of events leads to MC developing larger, lactating breasts; suggestive content, lactation kink, pet names More in the Lactation Kink series: Levi, Asmo, Beel, Belphie | Solomon | Lucifer, Satan, Diavolo & Barbatos, Simeon, Karasu

You're laying on your side, facing the wall and trying to ignore the awkward sensation of your heavy breasts and the ticklish drip-drip-drip of pearly-white fluid leaking from your nipples. Your undershirt is already stained with wet spots from earlier, and the cotton towel underneath you is your attempt to keep the bedding and mattress clean and dry.

Lucifer didn't argue when you told him point-blank that there was no way in hell you were going to school that day. You didn't realize until later that Mammon offered to stay home and keep an eye on you while the others left for RAD and made excuses for your sudden absence.

Mammon invited you to his room earlier, but you refused—walking through the house in your current state made you feel even more vulnerable than you already did. He slipped into your room instead and asked if you needed anything—a drink, something to eat, did you want to watch a movie? But you shook your head and closed your eyes and tried to ignore the strange, milky scent that suffocated the air around you like a fog.

"Is it okay if I lay down with ya?"

His arm around your waist is heavy but comforting. His hand rests underneath your shirt, but he doesn't explore your chest the way you expect him to. He seems perfectly content to simply hold you, humming quietly behind you while you slowly relax. He sucks in a breath through his teeth when you sigh and lean back against him.

"Wait, are you seriously hard right now?" You glance at him over your shoulder, eyes wide and cheeks warm with disbelief.

His own cheeks have a reddish tinge to them and his smile looks a little shy, a little nervous. "Look, babe, it's not—I know this is weird for ya, and I get that, but you're still you." His eyes dart away from you nervously. "I can't help what you do to me."

You search his expression for the truth, for some hint that he might just be trying to tease you, but all you see is fondness and unashamed heat. He stares into your eyes too, and whatever he sees makes his lips quirk up a little. He shuffles closer to you so you can feel the outline of his cock, hard and heavy in the loose grey sweatpants he wears.

"We don't have to do anything if you don't want to," he offers a bit too casually as his hand tightens against your belly and slowly slides up your chest, "but if you want, I think I can help. I can give ya a little distraction, 'til you're feelin' better."

His fingers smear the little trails of milk on your skin, and he cups the underside of one of your swollen breasts gently, fingers splaying wide and grazing your sensitive nipple in the process. You gasp slightly at the sensation—earlier your chest felt strange, uncomfortable and foreign, but Mammon's hand on you causes something pleasurable to tingle beneath your skin.

His eyes fixate on your chest as soon as you roll over onto your back beside him—his eyes roam greedily across your body, lingering on the small damp spots that litter your thin undershirt. The material clings to the curves of your breasts, accentuating your hardening nipples as they leak a small, continuous stream of fluid that rolls down your sides onto the towel beneath you.

He licks his lips slowly, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth as he hums and considers what exactly he wants to do to you. His intensity makes you squirm; you wiggle your hips slightly as the strange mixture of nervousness and lust swirls in your belly.

You nod your head in the direction of the bedside table, more than eager to let him help if he's still offering. "Lube's in the top drawer," you tell him nervously, still feeling a little shy about your body's unusual developments this morning.

But he shakes his head with a grin and pulls a small bottle from his pocket. That cheeky devil. "Don't worry, babe, I came prepared." He sets it down next to your hip while his hands reach for the waistband of your sleep pants, eyes flicking between you and your chest. "I promised to take real good care of ya, didn't I?"

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kittievampire · 1 year

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Mammon taking reader’s virginity 🫣🫣

I see, I see, I see

Well, I'll have you know, anon, baby boy prolly doesn't even know what a virginity is 😭😭😭

Baby boy is so stupid but so cute and so dependable, my first love 💛💛💛

Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~

Click here if you wanna request!

Your First Man

Warnings: Cursing, Smut, Virgin!MC x Soft Dom!Mammon, Fem!MC, Teasing, Praise Kink, Established Relationship, Oral (f. receiving), Creampie

Enjoy.

"Yer sure about this, yeah?" Mammon asked you softly, looking up at you from where he sat between your legs.

You were sitting upright on your bed, bottoms discarded, and panties being the only thing that shielded your dripping core from his field of view. "I mean, I'll prep ya first and all that, but I dunno if I'll be able to stop once we get goin'," He muttered sheepishly, a dark blush forming on his face. You smiled down at him, lowering a hand to gently run your fingers through his white locks, earning a pleased shudder from the sin before you. "I'm ready, Mammoney."

With a shaky breath, Mammon's gaze shifted down to your panties, which had a wet spot forming on them. He slowly reached his hands up, carefully pulling at the hem of your panties until they were off of you, eyes now fixated on your pussy. He leaned forward, slowly running his tongue along your slit, the tip of the muscle flicking against your clit. You moaned loudly, gently gripping his hair.

Mammon felt at ease when he heard your reaction, licking his lips as he got a taste of your essence before lapping at the entrance of your cunt. You mewled and whined at his actions, his hands squeezing your thighs in an attempt to still you, as your squirming was distracting him from your pussy.

He lifted a hand, shifting his position so that his tongue circled your clit and his fingers were positioned at your entrance, slowly applying pressure to introduce you to the feeling. You moaned softly, your left hand gripping the sheets as the hand that was on his head lifted to cover your mouth.

You felt him push two fingers into you slowly. Already feeling the stretch of the intrusion, your walls convulsed around the digits, making him sigh softly in bliss as he pushed further, tongue flicking at your clit before he looked up at you. "S'good?" He asked softly. Not trusting your voice, you nod, looking down at him with a shy blush on your face and those doe eyes that drove him mad.

He pushed his fingers deeper, until his knuckles met your entrance, making small scissoring motions to stretch you a little more. "Relax, babe." Mammon dragged his tongue along your throbbing bud, making you whine out his name. "If ya wanna be able to take me, ya gotta loosen up a bit more."

He moved his mouth to gently nibble on the soft flesh of your inner thigh, a third finger prodding at your entrance before he slowly pushed it into you. You threw your head back, letting out a cry that was cut off by your own hand. "Relax," He cooed, your walls squeezing around his fingers. Once he felt you loosen up a little, he pushed the rest of his third digit inside of you, flicking his tongue against your clit. "There we go, that's my girl."

The words that escaped from his mouth, along with the stimulation to your cunt, made something similar to a knot form in your stomach. Something that squeezed tightly in your gut, but you couldn't put your finger on it. Like a sixth sense, Mammon could feel your orgasm approaching and pulled his fingers out, immediately replacing them with his tongue. His lips locked with your lower, and he proceeded to thrust his tongue deep inside of you, making you throw your head back and cry out in pleasure. Your thighs pushed against either side of his head, only motivating him to go further and grip your thighs, pulling you closer to his face, causing you to slide forward and onto your back. He brought a finger up to rub circles over your clit for extra stimulation.

You felt the knot tighten even more, only to snap and release. You felt your legs spasm as you came, juices coating the Avatar of Greed's face as he gleefully ate you out through your orgasm. Pulling away from his sloppy make-out session with your sweet cunt, he wiped his chin with the back of his hand, golden-sapphire eyes staring up at you with that shit-eating smirk of his. "You ready for the next part? Cause I'm boutta rock your world." He leaned forward, one hand slapping your thigh playfully as he closed in on you, your nose mere inches from his. You nodded slowly, and he lifted one of your hands to press a kiss to your knuckle. "I'll treat ya right, Treasure, promise."

Mammon unbuckled his pants and pushed them down, along with his boxers, his cock greeting you with a light slap against your thigh and a bead of precum at the tip. He adjusted your position so that you were lying on your back and he was sat upright between your legs, gently rubbing his shaft against your entrance. "Last chance, Treasure," The demon muttered softly, leaning down to gently peck you on the lips. "Ya sure about this? It ain't exactly somethin' I can give back."

You didn't even need to think about it. You knew what you wanted. It mildly frustrated you that he was stalling, but it made your heart skip a beat that he was so careful with you. You wrapped your legs around his hips and pushed him toward you, causing him to flinch and let out a low groan. "Alright," He huffed, slowly pushing himself into you.

The way that your walls stretched was painful yet so delicious. You clenched your teeth, covering your face with your hands in hopes of hiding the blush that spread across your face as a result of hearing the lewd squelching sound your cunt made at his intrusion. Mammon gently grasped your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face. "None of that, Treasure," He cooed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I wanna see your face when I make you feel good."

He was now fully sheathed inside of you. Your walls clenched tightly around him, and you were trying to focus on breathing and calming yourself down so that the slight pain you felt would go away. The second-born gently pet your hair, lovingly kissing you all over. Coaxing your body to relax, he slowly thrusted his hips a couple of times experimentally. He let out a shaky sigh, closing his eyes as he gently gripped your hips. "Fuck."

You let out a small whimper as he rocked his hips against yours. The pain had gone away, but he still wasn't moving as fast as you wanted. "F-Faster," You whined out, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him close.

He looked up at you with wide eyes for a moment before letting out a low chuckle. "Alright." Slowly pulling out of you all the way to the tip, he looked down at you with a smirk as you whined under him, thinking that he was gonna pull out.

Mammon slammed back inside of you, earning a cry of pleasure. Getting a firm grip on your hips, he adjusted his angle so that you'd lie more comfortably on the bed and so he could move his body more comfortably with yours. He bucked his hips quickly, letting out soft grunts that were drowned out by your wails of pleasure.

Your walls clenched tightly around him in response to his relentless pounding, your body jolting toward the headboard in protest to his harsh movements. You could already feel that knot returning to the lowest pit of your stomach, tightening just as the walls of your cunt did around his cock. He hit just the right spots that made you scream, G-Spot, cervix, and all.

"Ya gonna cum already, Treasure?" He laughed softly, burying his face into the crook of your neck and gently biting down. "Me too." His hips thrusted violently against yours, his thrusts becoming more erratic and uncoordinated as the feeling of your warmth around him started to overwhelm his senses.

You threw your head back and cried out his name as you felt your orgasm rack through your body, making your body shudder and your legs tremble. He lifted your hips up off of the bed and thrusted deeper into you, clenching his teeth to mask the volume of his moans. "Fuck, you feel so good," He grunted out, his hips stuttering as he came.

You'd never felt so full, and you were sure that you'd become addicted. Though, only because it was him. Your first man.

"Hey," He said in no more than a whisper, having pulled out of you and pressed a kiss to your cheek to get you out of your head. "How was it?"

You smile and lock your lips with his for a quick yet passionate kiss. "It was amazing, Mammoney," You tiredly whispered against his lips.

Hope you liked it, anon!

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lost-in-lamentation · 1 month

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hii I love your writing!! I know this request is quite angsty and hard hitting but I was wondering if you’d be willing to write something for mammon where the reader never lets him see his pact mark on their body even though he keeps asking to. after a while it’s revealed that the reason for that is because the mark is on their hip and they actually have visible self harm scars on there. maybe with some comfort towards the end?? you can totally ignore this if you’re uncomfortable with it, no pressure at all! ♡

a/n: hi !!! so first of all, thank you so much for the kind words, and second, thank you for trusting me to write this!! i tried my best to do such a request well, and in the end, i hope i did it justice.

content: you don't allow mammon to see his pact mark on your body, and when he uncovers it, he quickly understands why.

mammon × gen!reader (you/your).

WARNINGS: implied self harm, scars along hips/waist area. reader has a breakdown at the end. DO NOT READ if you are uncomfortable with any of these topics!

hurt/comfort.

mammon hates it.

he hates the way you willingly flaunt your pact marks with his brothers. perhaps he wouldn't hate it so much, if it wasn't for the fact that you refuse to show him his. mammon's golden pattern, hidden away from prying eyes, including his own.

mammon can't bear it.

he can't bear the way you brush away his hands when he tries to feel for the mark himself, even though he sees how everyone else can have fingers trailing your body along their own patterns. your eyes glitter their signature colour when fingers ghost over their pacts, but he's never been granted that privilege.

and he hates it.

"c'mon MC, you've told everyone else where theirs are. what's so different with mine?" mammon whines at you from his spot on your bed, an elbow propped up on his crossed legs as he rests his chin in his hand.

you sigh loudly, exasperation clear as day. "it's on my body."

"i know that much!"

"then stop asking." your chair creaks as you turn your shoulders to face him, eyes slanted in annoyed demeanor. "have you ever thought about the fact that i don't want to show you?"

the words feel like a knife that's been thrown into his heart; a steady pain that resurfaces each time he breathes. "but you showed all my brothers theirs."

"yes, and i won't be showing you yours."

the knife moves down, completely slicing his heart open. his words die in his throat, mirroring the way he can no longer feel his heart beating. mammon's head slips away from his hand, hiding his face away from you. you realise then that mammon didn't deserve something so harsh, but before you can muster an apology, mammon is out the door, slamming it behind him as he leaves.

you hate it.

you hate the way mammon looks at you when you deny his request. perhaps if you actually showed him his golden seal, he wouldn't be so upset; but with it being so close to your scars, you can't risk mammon becoming more upset at the marks that are from you, and not him.

you can't bear it.

you can't bear to see him drift away from you, refusing to even spare you a glance when you call him from across the room. you know that it's your fault for pushing him away in the first place, but the thought that you loved him too much to let him go was one that you never had come to terms with until now.

and you hate it.

mammon's standoff with you lasts no longer than 3 days, and you are the first to break the ice. in the dead of night, he hears shuffling outside his door, followed by a set of muffled knocks. when you appear on the other side of the door, mammon debates closing it on you. but then he sees how your hands tighten in anxiety, playing with the hem of your jacket as you wait for his answer. mammon continues his silence, but unlike before, he opens his door for you, stepping to the side to make way for you to enter. he watches as you find your favourite spot on the couch, curling up in the corner between the cushions and the armrest. a sigh passes his lips, but he sits next to you anyways, handing you a blanket before tossing the tv remote into your lap. "here. pick a movie," he says quietly, his gaze following your movements as you pick up the remote.

"sure." the sound of your voice has mammon twitching. it's been days without you, and even though he can play it cool, he's never wanted to pull you close this badly. he stands firm against his sin, refusing to give in to his desires. at least, until the movie plays for some time.

his movements are cautious as he turns to face you. mammon tests the waters first, lifting a corner of the blanket that surrounds you. when you make no move to stop him, mammon inches closer, throwing the blanket around his own shoulders instead of placing it back down. the second born stops there, wary of the boundaries that had been built in the last few days. then he catches you shift your eyes from the screen to him, shoulders turning to face mammon as you whisper your approval.

mammon wastes no time, looping an arm around your waist as the other hooks onto your neck. he feels you sigh against him, and he wonders if it's relief or something else until your own arms wind around him in return. "i'm sorry, mammon."

at your touch, he can feel the pieces of his heart slowly mending back together. mammon holds tighter, his nose burying into your hair for a second before he pulls back to look at you. "...s'okay, human. i get it." and although brief, mammon notices how your eyes glow golden when his hand drops down from your waist onto your hips. he holds his tongue, throwing his signature smile at you as he pulls you down to lay next to him. luckily for him, you don't realise that he hovered over the mark, oblivious to the fact that he now knows where it is. although curious, mammon keeps quiet, coaxing your head towards the crook of his neck. "get some sleep for now. ya look tired," he whispers, scratching at the base of your chin as you let out a long yawn. humming contentedly, you tuck yourself into his chest, breaths evening out as you drift off to sleep.

when mammon confirms you've fallen asleep, he props himself up with an elbow carefully. he knows there's a risk of you waking up at what he plans to do, but he has to see it at least once. mammon moves lightly, the pads of his fingers unnoticed by you as they lift up the hem of your shirt. just barely visible are the edges of his pact mark, giving a low shimmer the closer mammon gets. ever so softly, mammon brushes over your skin, feeling the way the pattern heats up under his touch. he marvels at how it looks, how it feels; but then he sees another mark trailing up and through his own. he moves the waistband of your pajamas down ever so delicately, and he finally understands why you refuse to show him anything.

the scars are littered across your hips, dragging all the way up to your waist before fading. mammon can't help himself from tracing them, unease settling in his bones as tries to count them all. he considers not telling you about his discovery, but before he can pull his hand away, you jolt awake, shouting as you scramble away. "wh-what are you doing?!"

"nothing, i just-!" mammon stops in his tracks. you're trembling in front of him, arms wound tight around yourself as you cover yourself in his blankets. a part of him wants to run away from the topic, to pretend he saw nothing, but he knows you all too well. if he doesn't ask now, he won't get the chance again. mammon sits up straight, dragging a hand down his face with a sigh. "that's why you wouldn't show me? cause you did all that to yourself?"

you keep your gaze lowered, refusing to look in mammon's direction. "... are you mad?"

mammon can feel his heart cracking again at your voice. "i'm not mad, MC. i'm..." he reaches a hand out, leaving it to hover in the empty space between the two of you. "i'm sad. you could've told me, i would've-"

"i didn't want you to hate me."

the sound of your crying fractures mammon's thoughts, and before he knows it, he's wrapping himself around you, chin resting atop your head as you grip onto his shoulders. "dumb human. how could i ever hate you?"

sobs break out of your chest, a weight that you had grown accustomed to living with slowly disappearing. you press further into mammon's hold, a desperate attempt to sear his warmth into you. a gentle hand on your back trails up and down your spine, grounding you as you struggle to find your breath again. guilt ravages through your veins, making you shudder and quiver against mammon's chest. around you, his arms tighten, and you can briefly hear the muffled whispers that come from him.

"i'm not mad. i'm here."

your body aches from being so tense, chest heaving when you turn your face up to look at mammon. another sob echoes from within you when he cradles your face softly, tears collecting in the palm of his hand.

"i'm right here. you're safe."

the thought itself has you unraveling at the seams. you had hidden your scars for so long, never even stopping to think about the possibility that mammon would accept them. and yet, here he is now, encasing you in his grasp, holding you as if he can he protect you from such thoughts. and for a fleeting moment, you think that it might be possible.

"i've got you. i'm not mad." mammon waits for your eyes to fall shut again, and when they do, his lips brush over your forehead. he shifts you in his lap, moving your head to rest against his chest. the steady pounding of his heart keeps you from spiraling as you feel his fingers tracing over your scars. "it's okay. i love you."

your tears continue to fall, but they no longer hold the weight they used to. mammon draws slow circles into your sides, lulling you to finally get some rest. you exhale in relief, pressing yourself further into his embrace. "i love you too," you whisper, blissfully unaware of the way mammon struggles to keep his composure.

adoration dances in mammon's sapphire eyes as he gazes down at you. he knows that there's a lot more that needs to be talked about, but for now, he's perfectly content with you sleeping in his arms. mammon places a delicate kiss to the crown of your head, a silent plea for you to love him like this for just more than one night.

a/n: this was supposed to be shorter but i took a long bus route today

reblogs are really appreciated (´ω｀) ♡

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x you #obey me mammon x reader #mammon #mammon x mc #mammon x reader #mammon x you #obey me hurt/comfort #obey me fanfic #aris writes 🐈‍⬛#aris answers 🐈‍⬛

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star-centric · 8 months

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Pairing: Mammon x Gender!Neutral Reader

Note: saw this prompt list and immediately had to do Mammon- reader is gender neutral

CW: fluff, Mammon and reader are adorkable, bonus ending!

PROMPT — sleeping in the same bed, as they’d often do, but one morning waking up cuddling

It wasn’t usual for you and Mammon to share a bed.

Nights cramming for exams neither of you could afford to fail, slurping down noodles watching the latest action movie, or even comforting one another after a rough day. It didn’t matter if it was in your room or his, you both would find your way next to one another in bed.

But this morning was different.

Instead of waking up to Mammon’s form hanging halfway off of the bed, you woke up to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around one another.

Any drowsiness from before quickly washed away when you realized what position you were in.

You meekly gasped before trying to untangle your form from his, but he mumbled something in his sleep before his grip tightened, effectively ruining your plan.

You were not only embarrassed, but trapped- you were growing more flustered by the second. You’ve been close with Mammon before, skin to skin contact wasn’t that rare between you, but this was…different. More intimate.

He looked fully relaxed, white locks ruffled as he nuzzled into you more, his bits of rambling becoming more understandable.

“Mm jus’ one more MC…”

A small part of you wanted to wake him up- but another part of you wanted to stay in his arms.

“…don’t leave...” He buried his head into the crook of your neck, causing you to let out a squeak.

You combed your fingers through his hair, him sighing and chest rumbling as he let out a purr, snuggling more into you.

It was the weekend, so Lucifer wouldn’t mind if you guys slept in a little longer…

Bonus!:

Mammon was having an amazing dream, one that made his cheeks turn red and has him fighting a losing battle trying not to smile- it’s the same result he has every time he dreams of you.

Even now, with you praising him and peppering his face with kisses, he couldn’t get enough- he was fine not waking up from this dream!

But just as you were about to tell him you love him- he was waking up. He was rubbing at his bleary eyes when he felt you snuggle into him- and then it clicked.

He was holding you in his arms.

You were curled into his side.

You guys were cuddling.

It took everything in him not to scream and wake you up- not because he wanted you off of him, but because he couldn’t believe this was happening. Is this how Levi feels with his otaku stuff?!

Mammon felt his heart was about to beat out his chest, fingers shaking as he struggled to calm himself. This wasn’t the first time he held you, but it was the first time he held you like this-

And honestly, he didn’t want to let you go.

“You give me a lot of trouble, ya know that human? You drive me crazy!” Mammon pouted, before flipping you over to rest on his chest. “Makin’ me feel like this-and you’re not even awake!”

He continued to grumble on, before you nestled into him, softly murmuring something before giggling. He could have sworn he heard his name. The thought caused him to turn quiet, the tip of his ears burning red.

Mammon huffed before bringing the blanket up over you both, glancing at you sleeping peacefully. Any traces of his so-called irritation melted away, and was replaced with a soft look.

“You’re lucky that I love you so much.”

#writings.txts #obeyme.txts #obey me x y/n #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x reader #obey me x you #obey me mammon x reader #mammon x reader #mammon x y/n #mammon x you #obey me mammon x you #obey me mammon x y/n

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mellonyheart · 2 months

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The door to your room is cracked open just a bit. Solomon stands there, looking at you with an unreadable expression. You haven't noticed him. And why would you?

Mammon's head is in your lap. He's kneeling on the floor by your bed where you're sitting. Your fingers are slowly carding through his hair. You're both quiet. No words are needed. This is where you both end up on days where everyday life feels too heavy. When your burdens become too much. It doesn't matter where or when or what version of you. This is your peace.

Solomon's expression is unreadable except for the smallest frown.

#Jealous characters are a weakness of mine #A guilty pleasure #Also there was that one chat where Solomon absolutely eviscerates poor Mammon with a huge list of evidence regarding his feelings for MC #obey me mammon #mammon obey me #mammon x reader #mammon x you #obey me mammon x you #obey me mammon x reader #obey me angst #obey me fluff #solomon obey me #obey me solomon

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xxgrimml0vrxx · 22 days

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a/n sorry I’ve been gone for so long, life is crazy but here’s more Mammon stuff that’s been heavy on my mind 𓄿

⚠️warnings⚠️ breeding, afab reader (no pronouns but the word ‘pussy’) Mammon being greedy.

Mammon has a breeding kink and I will not be argued with. he just does.

Especially in spring, (February to May is when crows typically breed and nest) his mind filled with thoughts of bending you over anywhere and stuffing you with his cum.

He’ll even freeze mid-conversation imagining you plump and round with a child. his child. In his pretty little human.

He’ll go fucking feral for it.

“That’s my good human.....ya look so good underneath me treasure~” Mammon moans as he pounds himself into you.

You don’t remember how many times you’ve cum by now, tears running down your face as you gasp and moan trying desperately to catch your breath.

Mammon just laughs softly as he presses soft kisses to your chapped lips and sweaty face.

The fucked out look on your face makes his cock throb, and he has to look away before he cums too quickly.

Mammon presses his body into yours, face in your neck. His fast thrusts speed up again, the room finning with the sound of sweaty sink slapping against skin.

“If only ya knew what you did to me. You know how crazy this little pussy makes me? Do ya know how bad I need ya sugar? ‘m tellin’ ya it feels like I’m addicted to you….” His voice is low and breathy right in your ear and you whine, nodding your head…..but then again your brain is too fuzzy to really make out what he’s saying.

Mammon laughs again and then bites down on the junction between your neck and your shoulder. It’s what sends you over the edge once more, and milks him dry, moaning each other’s name as you cum together.

Mammon is still shuddering for a full minute after his orgasm. And his cock is still hard inside you, “Ya didn’t think we were done did ya treasure?”

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