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jinkicake · 1 year

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Needy Touches

You get affected by the gold hellfire newt syrup ((or,,, you get affected by an aphrodisiac kekeke)).

Barbatos, Lucifer, Mammon x Reader

A/N: this came from a long line of word vomit -hence the double luci mention bc i could not figure out how i wanted to write this-.... i also tried writing a version where the reader eats enchanted pudding but i didnt finish it soooo perhaps ill post that later.... i just desperately needed barbatos smut

WC - 2.2kish

SMUT // NSFW ((reader w a pussy lol))

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Barbatos

“Barbatos,”

The loyal servant smells you before he sees you. His eyes widen as his entire body flushes with an untamable heat. Why do you smell so sweet? Within his chest, his heart thrashes against the confines of his ribs. The air becomes thick with flavor and Barbatos can barely think under these tense circumstances.

“Please, I need you,” From where you call just outside his door, Barbatos is quick to invite you inside his room. He slams the wooden door closed before pushing you up against it. His forked tail instantly wraps around both of your ankles and pins you firmly in place. The demon isn’t sure what has affected you like this but he can tell that your hormones must be getting the better of you.

You’re nearly panting under his touch and he hasn’t even done anything drastic to you yet.

“It hurts, help me please,” Your begs start to become incoherent as you focus on undressing your lover, you find your way underneath his dress shirt and nearly moan at the feeling of his abdomen under the pads of your fingers. “fuck me-”

Barbatos is a level-headed demon, not much can throw him off track. There is supposedly nothing that can throw him off track. Well, nothing except for you. This shouldn’t, and doesn’t, come as a surprise to him. Of course, a human is the thing to push the obedient demon over the edge.

He drags you across his room, pushing you until you reach his bed. Barbatos is the first to fall back against the mattress but he quickly pulls you on top of him and into his lap. His sturdy hands rip down your pajama shorts and his finger comes into contact with the thin essence covering your thighs.

“Use me,” Barbatos orders, he reacts all too quickly as the only thing keeping him from mounting you like an animal is the promise of your cunt on his face. “beloved, please.” He doesn’t have to tell you twice as you move up his body within seconds and don’t hesitate to sit on his face. You don’t have the time to feel embarrassed when your body is burning up inside.

“Oh!” You squeak as his tongue quickly runs up and down your slit before wiggling into your entrance. Barbatos has a monster of a tongue and he makes use of it to fuck you. He’s trying with his entire being to get as much of your taste on his tongue as he possibly can. His mind is torn between giving you your pleasure and hogging it all for himself.

Your cunt tightly squeezes around his muscle while your hips rut against his face, perfectly aligning your clit with his nose to get just the right friction. It’s all so messy and sloppy, nothing like what you’re usually used to with Barbatos. But, you can’t get enough of it. His fingers dig into your thighs to help you move against his face, back and forth until you’re squirming and aching all over him.

He’s determined to see you spent tonight, utterly used with nothing left to give. Barbatos is a greedy demon and he burns with intense pleasure to see you satisfied.

Lucifer

“You drank the hellfire wine, didn’t you?” Lucifer glares down at your trembling form and his intimidating stance almost makes you start to drool. There is nothing more attractive right now than Lucifer with his large arms crossed over his thick chest. Your thighs press together painfully at the sight.

The older demon sighs, he can smell your arousal leaking out of you in buckets. It’s affecting him terribly but by some miracle, he has been able to hold it together.

“I informed you beforehand what that syrup does to humans, must you ignore every warning I provide you?” Lucifer grunts at the headache taking the forefront of his brain, he can’t focus with your scent hanging heavily in the air. All too quickly he comes aware of just how sweet you smell. Despite the lecture on his lips, he gets distracted by the thick tears pooling in your eyes.

The sight nearly causes the old man to coo.

“My dearest love, you just want to be fucked, don’t you?” He murmurs as he takes you in his arms, his hands grab ahold of your biceps and pull you into his chest. “How badly do you need me?” In this moment of desire, Lucifer needs to hear how you ache for him. His poor, sweet human.

“So badly, Luci,” You moan the nickname and claw at his abdomen, desperately trying to get rid of the clothes still adorning his body. “fuck me, please.” Begging becomes second nature as you plead and plea with all your might. You might end up succumbing to your knees as you focus all your energy on praying for this one thing.

Lucifer’s pretty patience snaps at your devotion.

He can’t decide between fucking you exactly how you need or letting you take what you need.

“Will you ride me until you’re satisfied or do you wish for me to fuck you until you can no longer speak?” His fingers squeeze your hips almost painfully, forcing your hips to grind against his own. Your head falls back with a moan and Lucifer wets his lips at the sight of your bare neck on display.

“I need you to fuck me, Lucifer.” You plead and before you know it, he has you bent over his table.

Lucifer makes quick work of finding a pace that satisfies your desires. He thrusts in and out of your tight cunt quickly, but it only makes the burning fire inside of you even hotter. His grunts and the sounds of your skin slapping against each other have you gasping out for air. You pathetically try to meet his thrusts but are unable to keep up with his fierce pace.

Within the handful of minutes Lucifer has been fucking you, you’ve already convulsed around his cock twice. Your body keeps making work of searching for pleasure, and it seems that with each orgasm your desire for Lucifer only becomes stronger. In the back of your mind, you can hear exactly what you need, you yearn for Lucifer to find his release. You cum again to the mouthwatering idea of the demon finishing inside of you and then licking it out. You need it and you’re determined to get it.

“Lucifer, cum in me,”

Mammon

Mammon isn’t really sure how his night got like this, you in his lap mewling and begging for his attention. But, he isn’t necessarily complaining about the situation either.

“Hey! Watch where you’re touching!” He squeaks as your wandering hands travel lower and lower across his abdomen, no doubt in search of his belt. “What is up with you today?” Mammon swallows deeply as he takes a closer look at you, there is an intense heat radiating off your body as you practically shake in his lap. The demon would be a fool not to see the flush dusting across your face that spreads to the tips of your ears. “(Y/N), are you okay?”

Concern takes over him as he tightly grabs your shoulders and forces you to face him. He’s your first after all, your wellbeing means more to him than any other demon in Devildom. Mammon nearly kicks himself for not taking note of your current state earlier. In the midst of his mental scolding, you moan at his strong touch. It’s quiet and barely slips past your lips but’s more than enough to catch on Mammon’s ears.

His entire body twitches with need at the sound. A primal need to take care of his human, to satisfy his human, to please his human.

Mammon’s mouth runs dry as he looks you over again. This time he notices how you’re subtly grinding on his thigh, he feels the damp patch growing against his thick pants. He’s hard in an instant.

“You’re-” He pauses, swallowing shortly to rethink his words. “you’re leaking?” You momentarily freeze at this and the demon cringes at himself so hard that his entire body falls back against his sofa.

Thank god, you’re too far gone in your own pleasure to care.

“Mammon, help me, it burns-” Your cries fill his concerns up sky high and the demon has half a mind to go and grab his older brother because Mammon knows nothing about the human body. The second born hates to see you in pain and harming you even more is the last thing he would ever want. “stop thinking and fuck me!”

“Huh?” Mammon stops in his panic and freezes all over, he doesn’t move an inch as you throw his belt across the room and yank his pants down his muscular thighs. He lets you take what you need, watches with an intense desire as you flip your skirt up and grab ahold of his excited cock.

The demon ends up moaning louder than you once you start to fuck him, bouncing in his lap to satisfy your own needs. Nothing about this is for Mammon and the demon loves it.

“More, yeah like that,” His hips squirm under your touch, bucking up to meet your own pace while you dig your nails into his shoulders.

“This is about me, Mammon,” You breathe into his ear, whimpering at the feeling of his hands migrating down to your ass. The demon finally gets an ounce of control as he helps you bounce in his lap, angling his cock inside of your tight cunt to make you see stars. “you’re here to help me.”

The secondborn wouldn’t have it any other way.

Lucifer (the original thing i wrote for him hehehe,, i didnt think it was smutty enough so i rewrote it -and honestly, i just might write an entire thing for this because lucifer is so hot-)

“What is wrong with you?” Lucifer bites as he glares down at your trembling form. Had this been any other occasion Lucifer would have taken you to the closest private space available to fuck your brains out but, he isn’t blessed with that luck today. The demon castle is currently filled with far too many people and it would be near impossible to sneak away. He can’t understand why you’re acting this way. You’re practically trying to jump him amongst all these demons.

Lucifer narrows his eyes at you before taking a subtle whiff of your scent and just the slight inhale causes his entire body to stiffen as he instantly feels all the blood in his body rush into his boxers. How on earth did he not notice it before?

“You need to be fucked, don’t you?” He coos into your ear as he tightly wraps his large hand around your wrist. Lucifer drags you out of the ballroom, ignoring every person who tries to stop him. He brings you to an empty hallway before ushering you roughly into an old abandoned room filled with trinkets that haven’t been touched in centuries. You’re not too focused on anything other than the demon in front of you. “Let me guess, you drank the hellfire wine, didn’t you?”

You nod eagerly and try to ignore your guilty conscious, ignore how you messed up the evening.

“Dearest, you know what that does to humans. I warned you beforehand.” He starts a lecture, one that you know could go on for hours but you don’t have the hours to wait, not when you’re working up a sweat and your thighs have begun to tremble. There’s a wet heat aching between your thighs and you only become more and more uncomfortable as time goes on.

“I didn’t know what it looked like!” Your eyes pathetically fill up with thick tears and Lucifer nearly awes at the sight. It seems he’s being too hard on you.

“Calm down, my pet.” He quietly murmurs against your forehead as he steps closer to you, placing either of his hands on your biceps. “You just want to cum, don’t you? You need release so badly, poor thing,” From his words alone, you swear you could cum. All over again your body starts to tremble. “I’ve got you, human, I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

When Lucifer promises something, he always delivers.

His clothes are discarded in seconds and you’re sure you zoned out all the way until he pulled you into his lap and lined his cock up with your entrance. You don’t remember your own clothes coming off or how he got to sucking on your breasts so earnestly. All you can focus on is his hard cock now fully inside of you. Your movements are messy and rushed, you take full control as Lucifer leans back in the leather chair.

You’re bouncing thoughtfully in his lap, loudly mewling and moaning at how full you feel. The entire time since you got your hands on that wine, you’ve been on edge. Lucifer can bring you bliss within seconds but you know that tonight, it won’t be enough. You’ll have to use him the whole night until you’re both utterly spent, until you’re forced to be peeled off of his cock.

Anticipation grows in Lucifer’s stomach with a smile on his lips to match, oh he’s looking forward to this.

#Barbatos x reader #Lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #obey me x reader #Barbatos smut #Lucifer smut #mammon smut #obey me smut #obey me x you #obey me x y/n #obey me barbatos #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #I need to fuck Lucifer so bad #xiaos spicy almond tofu #rare smut I actually like teehee

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spicywasabae · 8 months

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Pov: You finished lesson 21 of Nightbringer. Pact speedrun ✌️

How is Solomon so calm abt losing his magic is beyond me, MC out here freaking tf out abt the possibility of never returning/losing their magic and hes out here poisoning our food 🤧😩

#obey me #obmswd #obey me solomon #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me meme #obey me mammon #Obey me leviathan #Obey me satan #Obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #Obey me belphegor #Obey me nightbringer #Obey me spoilers #obey me shall we date #otome game #spicy's art

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cherryxblossxms · 11 months

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Masturbation May - Day 4a: Dry/Pillow Humping (Mammon)

A/N: Mammon was suggested by an anonymous sender. He was a perfect choice for this prompt, I can see him being very very needy and getting so desperate that he just ruts against whatever he can. This quickly got rough and dirty, definitely highly self indulgent...

Featuring: GN afab reader || Mammon x reader

Warnings: masturbation; no pronouns for reader, reader has uterus and a vagina; mention of ovulation and breeding; use of reader's underwear and a pillow to jack off; panty sniffing; demon form Mammon later; cumshot

Word count: 1666

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You knew just how to push Mammon to the edge.

All the past week, Mammon wasn't sure if it was intentional (it was) or just a series of miscommunications (it wasn't), but you'd been repeatedly teasing him and then promptly brushing off his advances when he tried to follow up. It made him feel like he was losing his mind, worrying if he was just too much of a horn dog and reading you all wrong, or if you really were trying to rile him up and he was meant to pursue.

Sometimes you would eat something suggestively in front of him if you two were alone, licking a spoon slowly while making eye contact. Or when he was making conversation with you, you'd respond with a very clear double meaning, something that made his cheeks burn and his mind question if he was supposed to go along with it or if maybe he'd misheard you.

Other times, you wore something that you knew he went crazy for, the way it complimented the shape of your ass, or showed off a good stretch of skin on your thighs, or maybe left your neck and chest wide open for his kisses. Only, he didn't get to leave any kisses, because as soon as he'd lean in to do so, you'd suddenly turn away, saying you had something to do, leaving him standing there like a dope.

Mammon knew he wasn't always the best with communication, and it was definitely coming back to bite him on the ass now as he thought about you nonstop. He could hit himself for not trying to clarify things with you earlier on, if you really were making advances or if it was just innocent flirting. The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable, assuming the wrong thing and thus making the wrong move.

However, today was the last straw, as the last time Mammon had seen you, you brushed past him in the hallway at R.A.D. and slipped something soft into his hand. It wasn't until you'd rounded the corner that he looked down and realized, after a very long minute, that you'd placed your panties in his hand. He'd scrambled to pocket it, feeling like his face was on fire, and thanked the powers that be that no one had seen what you'd given him.

After that, he immediately rushed home, classes and Lucifer be damned. It was already difficult enough just making that journey back, with the way he'd chubbed up right away. There was no way he'd be able to focus in class, listening to some boring lecture when he has your warm underthings stuffed in his pocket stuck on his mind. He could already pick up the faint scent of your arousal without even taking them out, so he knew he needed to get home NOW. Also, just the thought of someone else catching your scent was also on his mind; he'd kill anyone that noticed it, that scent was for him alone.

He made it to the House of Lamentation and up to his room in record time, slamming the door shut and making sure to lock it. As if his dick knew what was coming, there was now a tent in his pants and an ache in his balls. His body felt like it was burning up, but he couldn't even think of undressing completely, just quickly tossing off his shirt and shoes before he had to move on.

Mammon tugged his pants down, letting his cock bob out, and got onto his bed, kneeling. His precum was already dripping, evidence of how horny you'd made him, and he dug out your underwear from his pocket and unraveled it, taking a quick moment to appreciate the style you'd chosen. It was a tasteful white and gold design, obvious that you'd chosen it for him, and the thought that you'd chosen it with these specific intentions in mind drove him nuts.

He pressed the crotch of your panties to his noise and took a breath, finally getting a deeper smell of your arousal. It was intoxicating, your pheromones soaked into the fabric making his cock twitch and bob with the need to be buried in you. In doing so, he finally realized why you'd been teasing him all week. You were ovulating, the cocktail of pheromones you were putting off telling all of his demonic senses to mount you immediately.

He looked at the clock and knew you were still in class, and anyway, you'd been playing this game with him intentionally to make it harder for him, making him chase you around only to deny at every point. If you weren't so damned good at riling him up, Mammon would maybe be able to hold off until you were back home to indulge in you. But right now, all he could manage to think of was the need to cum.

Ideally, he wanted to save all his seed for you, to give you what your body was seeking, but he would just have to accept the loss for now. And anyway, if he was proud of anything regarding his skills in bed, it was that he had the stamina of a jackrabbit. He'd quick rub one out now, and then once you were back home, he'd easily be up and raring to go again, ready to spend all night satisfying both of your needs.

He quickly grabbed some lube from his bedside table and squirted it on his hand. The cold temperature made him shiver, but it was quick to warm up with friction as he spread it along his cock and started pumping. Pleasure and burning heat filled his veins. He pressed your panties to his nose again, trying to fill his mind with your scent as much as he could as he worked. Although he didn't think he could get any harder, his cock just further stiffened in his hand, almost painful now, wanting release so badly.

It was unfair how you'd been teasing him, playing a dangerous game that you clearly didn't know the rules to. All he could think of now was being buried in your cunt, fucking you all week and against every surface, if you wanted. Your body was crying out to be bred? No worries, he'd gladly fill you up and then some. He'd keep going until you were crying for a break and until he was sure his seed took. He hadn't thought of having kids before, but for you, he'd do anything.

Mammon's hips started moving on their own, trying to increase the pace and the friction, and the obscene sound of wet squelching filled the air. At first, he had tried keeping quiet, just used to not wanting to get caught by anyone else in the house. But as he lost his inhibitions, so too did he lose the control he had on his lips, finally letting out small whimpers that slowly evolved into soft moans. Some tiny conscious part of his mind was just thankful your underwear was muffling him a little bit, even if it wouldn't last.

Eventually, the position he'd settled in wasn't enough. He needed more control, needed to put his hips into it, he just needed to mount something. He quickly grabbed two pillows and straddled them, deciding at the last second to wrap your underwear around his cock with another healthy dose of lube for comfort. Almost instantly, he started humping the pillows, deep groans now coming from his throat as he slowly lost his mind in pleasure.

As he continued, he slowly bent forward until his forearms rested against the bed, letting him put more force into his thrusts and unintentionally squeezing the pillow around his cock. He wasn't aware of his surroundings anymore, focused only on the feel of the fabric of your underwear rubbing just right against his frenulum now. In fact, Mammon easily slipped into his demon form without noticing, his wings faintly flapping in an attempt to give him better leverage.

He pictured you now, folded beneath him in a deep mating press, thighs pressed up against your chest as he pounded into your cunt. Or maybe he'd have you doggy style, instead, thighs spread wide and his balls slapping against your clit, fucking you as hard and as deep as he can to make sure when he cums, its going straight to your womb. He could just hear you now, screaming his name, begging for his cum to fill you up just right, and it made his mind malfunction, everything in his brain melting down into a single word: cum, cum, cum.

It was just seconds later that Mammon's climax hit him like a train, the sensation sneaking up on him and ripping a loud moan out of his mouth as he came. His hips faltered slightly as the first few ropes of cum shot out, arcing across his bedsheets, but he kept going, desperately chasing that delicious feeling of pleasure even as his dick grew sensitive. The remainder of his cum eventually just dribbled on his pillow and your underwear, smearing across his balls and dirtying his pants.

He quickly kicked off the remainder of his clothes, now feeling hot for a different reason and rested back against his bed as he caught his breath. He felt disappointed, not being able to see his cum leak from you instead of being wasted on your underwear, but he knew that was only a matter of time before his desire would come true. Taking a quick glance at the clock, he got to work changing the bed sheets and tossing your underwear in his laundry basket, all the while thinking of the ways he'd take you once you were free.

You wanted to play a dangerous game with a demon like him? Fine, he'd play. But he hoped you were prepared, because he had no intentions of losing now.

#mammon x reader #obey me mammon #obey me shall we date #obey me smut #mammon smut #spicy minx 🔥#the minx can write ✍️

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synne-ful · 9 months

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"That's a good human. You're gettin' the hang of it, aren't ya?"

Happy birthday @kkittycries ! 🎉🎉 (*´∀`)♪ I hope this makes your day a little better 💕💕

#obey me #obey me fanart #art #obey me mammon #mammon #mammon obey me #obey me shall we date #spicy

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blackbutlerfandomnerddomain · 1 month

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Soooo I made What In "Hell" Is Bad? playlists!

Pictures belong to the game with background edits by me, the game is 18+ as fair warning so I based the playlists of the vibes I got from the (so far) 7 5 Kings and the kinds of feels from me and my friends' simping hours on them! Also not me feeling gittey Mammon likes booties and me being a chubby 5'' bean-

I kind of want to make ones for the angels that I've seen but kind of turning a blank so if you have recommendations let me know!

#what in “hell” is bad?#whb #spotify #playlist #whb mammon #whb satan #whb beelzebub #whb leviathan #whb lucifer #spicy ramen #spicy content #18+ game #Spotify

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projectcaramel · 2 years

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He Accidentally Pins You Down - Obey Me! x Reader

Lucifer

“While I didn’t mean for it to turn out this way... seeing you under me like this...” You squirm as Lucifer smirks, his crimson eyes darkening as he looks at you, clearly enjoying the situation more than he should.

“Lucifer, come on,” you complain, making as if to get up, only for the demon to settle his hands on your wrists rather than on either side of you. You can feel your face flaming.

“You know,” he says, his smile widening as he leans his face closer to yours. “It’s been a while since we had time to ourselves. All I would have to do is lock the door...” You hesitate. He is right, after all. It was hard to find time to be with Lucifer when you were both so busy...

“I want lots of kisses.” Lucifer chuckles.

“Of course,” he promises before he leans in close to your ear. “And I want you."

Mammon

The white-haired demon’s cheeks turn dark with blush as he strangles out an apology. To your alarm, his nose starts to bleed, and you quickly ask if he’s okay.

“I’m fine! I’m fine!” he hisses, his flush darkening even further. “I didn’ hurtcha or anything, right?”

“Well, the couch is pretty cushiony, so...”

“Ah, shit,” Mammon swears under his breath, and he jumps off you as he runs for a tissue to nurse his nosebleed.

“Mammon? Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine!” he calls back, and you can see his ears are glowing. “Holy crap, I think I know what Asmo meant when he said that...”

“Are you turned on?” You let a teasing note enter your voice.

“That’s not it!” he blusters back. “I’m tellin’ ya, that’s not it, so don’t go gettin’ any weird ideas!”

Leviathan

The purple-haired otaku is frozen on top of you, his eyes wide and still processing where he is. As the instants slip by, his entire face turns red as a cherry, and he scrambles off you as quickly as he can to hide in the corner, curling into a ball and covering his face while his ears peek out like red lights.

“Levi, don’t you want your DVD back?” you ask, crouching in front of him, and he shakes his head, mute. “Come on, don’t hide like that.”

“This is so embarrassing!” he complains. “Let me die! Let me crawl into a hole and die!”

“Levi, you’re being ridiculous...”

“I’m the most cringe of cringe!” You sigh and give Levi a hug, feeling the warmth of his face seep into your shoulder as you assure him that he’s just fine.

Satan

“Well,” Satan clears his throat. “This is awkward, isn’t it?” He nervously laughs.

“A little,” you agree, although you’re not particularly opposed to the situation you’ve found yourself in with the blond.

“Let me help you up,” he says, as if just realizing he can get off you, and he pulls you up with his offered hand. “There we go. Sorry about that.” He smiles, although the blush on his face hasn’t disappeared as he rubs the back of his neck. “Should we, ah, keep looking for that book I was going to show you?”

“Please.” Satan nods and picks his way through his mess of books, stepping past you for the novel he’d told you about earlier. “And... since you haven’t read it, would you mind if we read it together?”

“I wouldn’t mind that at all.” He widely smiles as he says this, clearly happy about the suggestion.

“Can I sit in your lap too?” Satan’s blush renews itself, even as he slaps a hand over his face, muttering a curse under his breath.

“...Oi, oi, come on now... you know I can’t say no when you ask like that...”

Asmo

“Hehe~ Whoops~” Asmo hums, and you can feel the brush of his scarf. “Clumsy me. You’re not hurt, are you~?”

“...no,” you reply after some time, having to restrain yourself from admiring his beautiful face as he looks down at you, his orange eyes swimming with a playful lust, even as he pouts a little.

“Oh, shame! I messed up your pretty hair,” he complains, and you nervously laugh. Your hair is the least of your concerns, considering the fact that he’s so close he can kiss you. In fact, he does kiss you. “What do you think? Does your lipstick look good on me? Of course it does, right?”

“It does,” you confirm, and that’s the truth. He happily simpers at you.

“I knew it! Thank you~” Asmo kisses your cheek. “To make up for your hair, why don’t I make your skin pretty with this lipstick~?”

Beel

“Ah... sorry.” Although Beel is apologizing, all you can think of is how much bigger he is than you. He could have squashed you. “I didn’t mean to fall down like that... it’s just... I was so hungry, I think my legs gave out...”

“It’s fine,” you say, your mouth going dry as he struggles in vain to get back up again.

“I feel so weak...” he groans, and shaking yourself free of your astonishment, you rifle around in your pocket to give Beel the emergency granola bar you keep with you especially for him. “Oh, thank you so much! You’re my savior!” he cries in joy as he eats the granola bar whole, wrapper and all, before he finally rolls off you. “So... like I was saying, do you want to eat together?”

“Like I’d ever say no,” you chuckle, even as Beel practically lifts you up from the ground, and you can feel your stomach flutter as he does so with a huge smile on his face before he hugs you tight.

“Of course. Thank you.”

Belphie

“B-Belphie??”

“So sleepy,” he mumbles, his purple eyes lowered with the weight of his drowsiness. He yawns. “It’s such a pain to keep myself up like this...”

“No, wait, don’t relax! Belphie!?” You can feel yourself burning up as the demon lets the weight of his body settle partially on top of you, his head practically next to yours as he cuddles you. He’s smiling as you try to draw him back out of NREM-1. “Come on, don’t sleep on me!” you protest, but as if to go against your wishes, he curls closer to you, his light snores echoing in your ear.

You groan, bringing one hand up to your face as the youngest brother sleeps on top of you. Well, it wasn’t as if this was particularly uncomfortable, in any case. You suppose that you can enjoy the afternoon nap along with him...

Diavolo

Diavolo seems a little startled at the sight below him, as if he hasn’t realized he’s just bowled you over during your game of tag. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to knock you down like that. Are you alright?” You try your best not to ogle the muscles in his chest peering through his uniform and ignore the fact that his leg is wedged between yours.

“...Fine,” you reply faintly. You can smell his rich cologne, and you’re suddenly aware that you’re on the floor, in his castle, with his pale yellow eyes glittering down at you...and Barbatos wasn’t in the room.

“Ah, that’s a relief,” he sighed before he smiled, pulling his arm underneath your back to bring you to sit up with him. “I was worried I got a little too aggressive with you.” As he says this, you swear you can see a playful light in his eyes, as if he knows exactly what was on your mind...or maybe he’d been thinking about it on his own.

You clear your throat and say, “I think you should be disqualified.”

“Eh? Why? I caught you fair and square.” He pouts.

“You pounced on me.”

“And I’d do it again.” He grins, and you can feel your heart burst. This man will be the death of you!

Barbatos

“My deepest apologies.” Barbatos sighs and offers you a contrite look. “I’ve made myself quite ungraceful today... Not only do I waste your tea, but I also fall on top of you... I’m quite ashamed of myself as a butler...”

“Barb, don’t be so hard on yourself,” you try, your heart jumping in your mouth as he picks both of you up and deposits you into the chair you’d knocked over when he pinned you down. He immediately sets himself to cleaning up the tea he brought you. “You’re not perfect.” He chuckles.

“Thank you for going to the trouble of consoling me.”

“It’s no trouble!” you retort. “Here, let me help!”

“You’re too kind,” he says, but he at least accepts your help as you clean up the spilled tea together.

“If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t mind,” you assure him, and when he glances at you, a little surprised, you find yourself second-guessing if you should have said that. Still, when he smiles, you decide it’s fine.

Simeon

You find yourself looking at each other wide-eyed, Simeon’s hands on either side of you, his angel cape strewn across your body. Simeon is the first one to break the silence when he gives you a helpless expression and laughs.

“Oops?” he says with a cute tilt of his head. You laugh along with him, although for not the first time, you find yourself incredibly tempted to investigate the muscles Simeon so generously put on display.

“That’s the best you’ve got?” you chuckle, even as you both get off his bed, and the angel fixes your hair.

“It was a little messy,” he explains, and you give him a quick thank you. You must admit that you feel a little abashed that you were thinking some very inappropriate things while Simeon was nothing but sweet, completely oblivious to the situation. His hand lingers in your hair, and you can feel the warmth of his palm at your cheek.

“Simeon?”

“Ah, I’m sorry; I was entranced for a moment,” he replied, and you saw he was looking at your lips as he retracted his hand.

Maybe... not entirely oblivious.

Solomon

Solomon is laughing to himself, practically losing it in the midst of your situation. “Well, this is a situation, isn’t it?” It certainly is. The two of you became tied together by magic, since the sorcerer had been attempting to experiment with a new spell he found, only to discover that the spell wasn’t as straightforward as he might have assumed.

Just a few moments ago, he had tripped, sending you both tumbling to the floor, scattered with his numerous research papers, and now you find yourselves with a new problem—getting back up again. Your hands are glued to his, and he’s struggling to reach the spellbook where he found the magic in the first place so that he can at least start to reverse what he’s done, but you have to move in tandem if either of you want to get anywhere.

“This is so awkward,” you mumble, following the movements of Solomon’s knees as well as you can, practically crab walking.

“But it’s quite fun, don’t you think?” You can only shake your head as he leans over you to read the book.

“You have strange tastes, Sol.”

“Really? Ah, so all I have to do is...! There!” With a flash, both of you are unbound, and Solomon smiles down at you. All you can think of is that Solomon must have planned this mishap so that he could flirt with you.

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teeth-farie · 5 months

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SALEM OMG I MISSED U IN MY NOTIFICATIONS!!! may i humbly request mammon with 19: “you’re doing so well” or like. any praise. i’ll explode

19- “You’re doing so well.”

To say Mammon was touch starved was an understatement. He craved it so badly, the gentle touch of a reassuring hand. One one level it saddens you to see him so desperate for love, but on another, selfish level, you like seeing him kick and squirm like this.

The demon shakes as your hand slowly slides up and down the swollen length of his cock, palm slick with lube and precum. His head lolls to the side, resting on his shoulder. “Please,” he whimpers like a habit, asking for everything and nothing at the same time. It almost makes you want to take pity on him. Almost.

“You’re doing so well.” You say sweetly to him, a saccharine croon that incites a pitiful moan and rolling hips. “I’m good,” he parrots, baby blues shining with unshed tears. You can’t help but kiss him, open mouthed and wanting. He reciprocates eagerly, holding your arms tightly.

The pad of your finger slides over his dripping slit and he jerks in your hold, kissing you tighter. “Good boy.” You mumble against his plush lips, finger rubbing back and forth over the small hole. Mammon’s eye twitches, fangs catching against your lip as he cums.

#mail #spicy #mammon #ask game #bluhhhdee #GLAD TO BE BACK!

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jessamine-rose · 6 months

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₊｡˚⋆˙ Venus Callipyge ˙⋆˚｡₊

Once again, WHB has compelled me to do ~research~ for my fanfics. First Lucifer and tear-catchers, now Mammon and historical art…what will be next?? T0T

Notes:: spice, pygophilia, does this count as quasi-exhibitionism??

If Mammon were to name humanity’s greatest creation, it would be the Venus Callipyge.

…Yes, it is a subjective answer but not a shocking one. One look at the ancient statue is all it takes for you to understand Mammon’s bias—the pure marble, the sensual pose, the shapely derriere which commands full attention. It is his definition of perfection.

Your mistake takes the form of a special message. At first, your lover thinks you sent him one of your usual selfies. There are a few nudes, some lingerie shots…and an imitation of the Venus Callipyge. The dress and hairstyle are more modern but the pose is the same, from your confident gaze to your bare lower half. The photo is instantly saved, followed by an appreciative reply~

Unfortunately, it doesn’t end there. During your next visit to Tartaros, Mammon proudly shows you his newest treasure aaaaaand it’s a gold statue based on your photo. With zero cover-ups, unless you count real pieces of jewelry draped over its body. The model’s identity is a no-brainer.

At the very least, you successfully convince Mammon to not display the statue in his palace. If his lover isn’t comfortable with his creation, then it will be kept for his eyes only. Now, have you heard of the Reclining Naiad?

♡

Still hornii?? Read my other WHB fics =w=

Grrrr I don’t even like this character but this idea was too funny not to write. Fortunately, two of my friends are Mammon simps and their reactions were worth it >:3

Tag a Mammon enjoyer!! @jazeswhbvault @gr0tesquerom4ntica @sparkbeast20 @h2o2-and-baking-soda @ghostiegirl56 @shredderwest @2af-afterdark

#whb #whb mammon #mammon x reader #mammon #what in hell is bad #whb x reader #what in hell is bad x reader #what in “hell” is bad?#spicy warning #mdni #g/n reader #jessamine-writing

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scarlett-vixen · 2 years

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Greedy Boy

@xialatvs this one’s for you. Like many other things, this beautiful fanart inspired this hot mess.

CW: voyeurism, male masturbation, edging, nipple play, name calling? Tell me if I missed something

Pairing: Mammon x Gn!Reader

Mammon was losing focus on the movie playing, he put it on trying to distract himself but it wasn’t working, his mind kept wandering back to you.

You had returned home nearly a month ago, leaving him all alone in the Devildom once again, this time was worse though. Mammon didn’t realize just how spoiled he had become having you around all the time to help him out, now it was agonizingly obvious.

The second born had become accustomed to having you close by to satisfy his lust, which was often given that he was turned on by every little thing you did, but now you were gone and he had to take care of his own problems.

Mammon was growing restless when he suddenly had a thought, if he missed you this much, you must be going crazy without him around. The second born got a wicked idea as he picked up his phone.

He lifted his shirt holding it in his teeth, exposing his toned chest and abs, with one hand he gently pressed his nipple between his thumb and forefinger and with the other he took the sinful photo.

“Do ya miss me yet?” He typed under the photo, he felt his heart race as he sent the text, eager to see your response.

A few minutes passed with no answer ‘one more picture couldn’t hurt’ Mammon thought as he pulled his shirt back up. This time pressing a little harder on his nipple, his leg twitched and he hummed at the sensation, it had been so long since he felt your hands on his chest.

He sent the second picture with another witty remark about how much you must be enjoying these shots of him. He waited a few minutes before getting an even better idea and acting on it.

Mammon adjusted himself on the couch, his shirt still pulled up from the last photo, and he pressed record. A quick sixty second video of him lightly brushing his fingers across his chest, stopping to tease his already aroused nipple while he let out a few soft whimpers, this would get your attention for sure.

With the video sent, the second born was left alone with his thoughts waiting for you to reply. What was taking so damn long? It was passed the time you normally got home, right about now you would text or call him anyway, so what was the deal today?

Mammon’s plan had been to tease you but all he did was turn himself on while taking the pictures. He couldn’t take it anymore, if waiting patiently wasn’t working then he’d just have to spam your phone with explicit photos and videos.

He eventually gave up on pictures and just kept sending videos, each one even more desperate than the last, his face red and both nipples hard while he continued to tease the sensitive buds. His whimpers turned into soft moans which turned into to cries for you, he started begging for your touch, telling you how much he missed you and needed you.

The last video he sent was the most desperate though, his shirt long gone, his left hand teasing and flicking his nipples frantically switching from one to the other trying to get better stimulation, his bangs glued to his forehead with sweat, eyes closed as he tried to imagine you teasing him instead.

“Please….need ya here…please” were the only coherent words he could form. He looked at the camera through half lidded eyes and let out a loud and needy moan, if you didn’t respond soon he’d lose his damn mind.

Ending the video he put the phone down, trying to calm himself and catch his breath. Mammon glanced down and saw his cock straining against his black sweatpants begging to be set free, his hand shot down towards it but stopped, he wanted— no, he needed you to watch.

Mind flooding with thoughts of you, the Avatar of Greed writhed on the couch trying to get friction on his aching cock without actually touching it. His whimpers started up again as the fabric on his sweatpants rubbed his sensitive tip, he started to roll his hips for more friction when he felt his phone vibrate on his chest.

“What happened baby? Did you get too worked up?”

Fuck you were such a tease. Mammon’s thumb flew to the video call button, biting his lower lip he let out another desperate moan, he needed you to talk him through this, now.

*call declined*

Mammon let out a small whimper, don’t do this to him. He tried calling again, only to have it ended immediately, this time he let out whine in protest.

“Sorry sweet boy, I’m not giving in that quickly. You want to give me a show? Then work for it <3”

“Fuck…” the word escaped his lips as he threw his head back. His plan had completely backfired, here he was fully turned on needing your help to get off while you were sitting there teasing him.

It wasn’t fair, it had been weeks since he’d been able to get off on his own, he needed your voice, he wanted you to watch him fuck into his mattress, he wanted you to see just how badly he needed you.

He knew you’d give him he wanted, that if he just kept calling you’d eventually answer and he could have sweet release, but he wanted to be good for you.

Mammon started sending more videos, but these were out of pure frustration. He started running his hand across his chest again, this time squirming against his own touch, his eyes clenched shut but a few tears ran down his cheeks.

He had worked himself up too much, he needed to cum and you wouldn’t let him yet, he started begging and pleading for you to help him, tears streaming down his face, moaning in between sobs.

He sent three videos back to back, he started a fourth but stopped when he saw you calling, he sat up immediately wanting to get in position before answering.

Mammon propped his phone up on the coffee table in front of his couch, he adjusted himself so he was facing the camera, one foot on the floor and the other up on the couch giving you full view of his crotch.

“Go ahead baby, show me how bad you want me.” You teased. You sat on your bed, back against your headboard, fully clothed. Mammon pouted, he wanted to be there with you, or at least see you naked again, but he wasted no time.

With both hands free now he could cover more ground. One hand went straight for his chest, the other started to palm his now throbbing erection.

“Miss you…need you…” Mammon began to mutter, thumb rubbing across his overly sensitive nipple, his other hand worked fast to remove his pants. They finally came off but his boxers continued to cage his massive erection, he could have removed them both at once but he didn’t dare take his other hand off his chest. It just felt too good.

“What a greedy boy, can’t take two seconds to take your pants off huh?” You were right, he was too greedy to correctly take his clothes off.

Mammon whimpered in response, forcing himself to let go of his chest, he slowly pulled off his boxers finally setting his cock free. The tip glistened from all the precum coating it, you could see a trail starting to leak down his shaft.

The second born wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and cupped his heavy balls with the other, a very broken gasp left his lips as he slowly ran his hand up to his tip. Using his thumb he smeared the heavy amount of precum around until his entire hand was covered along with the swollen head of his cock.

“Fuck— ahhh…want you here” you listened to him moan. You watched as he started to pump his cock, you could see every vein throbbing as his hand glided up and down, his legs twitched in pleasure with each pull.

“Come on baby, I know you can do better than that. Show me just how needy you are, make me regret leaving you alone down there.” Your voice alone was pushing him closer to climax, he was going slow on purpose, he wanted this to last. He wanted to stay like this forever, you watching him at his most vulnerable, he’d only do this for you and only because he loved how good you treated him afterwards.

Just as you commanded, Mammon quickened his pace, the red on his face spreading down his neck and chest. He could feel his orgasm approaching but no matter how hard he chased it, it was still out of reach.

“Haaa— please, please! Fuck, I need ya baby.”

Mammon tried to keep his eyes on the screen but every stroke brought him closer to the edge, he closed his eyes as his head rolled back and he started bucking his hips up into his fist.

“I wanna… I needa— hnnng ple-ease, baby-y!”

“What is it baby? Tell me what you want.” You knew exactly what he wanted but also knew he needed help reaching the orgasm he so desperately sought.

“I-I wanna— I want you…fuuuuck— baby please, I want you to fuck me!” He finally managed to get out.

He became lost in his own thoughts, forgetting you were watching and leaving you with broken whimpers and moans as he fucked into his hand faster.

You couldn’t help but smile, knowing how needy he got when away from you, you felt the heat growing between your own legs. You’d take care of that in a minute, right now you had to help this poor demon fuck himself.

“You want me to fuck you baby? I think you enjoy me watching you fuck yourself more honestly.”

Mammon broke into a smile as he choked on a moan, you were right, he absolutely loved having you watch him. His body tensed, he was so close it was torture.

“What a little perv huh? So desperate for me that you’d fuck yourself while I watch?”

Fuck yes. He’d do it every day if you let him, his thrusts became erratic and his breaths turned to pants.

“You’re just a greedy little demon aren’t you? You’re my greedy demon.” Your voice was low and almost possessive. That’s all it took.

“FUCK!” Mammon’s eyes shot open as he felt his orgasm rip through him, thick ropes of cum shot out coating his stomach and thighs, he continued bucking his hips trying to chase the intense high.

Eventually coming down Mammon looked back at you through half lidded eyes, hand still wrapped around his now half hard cock, he was waiting on your praise for how good he had been.

You could tell he had been pent up for a while with the amount of cum he let loose, you knew the poor thing was probably exhausted, you also knew he could go multiple rounds though.

“Good job baby,” you pulled your shirt off and watched the greedy demon fixate on your now exposed chest. “But you’re not done yet.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me smut #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me mammon smut #obey me mammon x gn!reader #omswd mammon #mammon smut #spicy ✨#I wrote this in one go because I needed it out of my head

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ebbyhell · 8 months

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....We know the game is bound to have threesome secnes....if that also means the kings i think we should send our last goodbye to our legs...

#what in hell is bad #whb #what in “hell” is bad?#ebby rambles #whb lucifer #whb mammon #whb spicy thinking

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jinkicake · 1 year

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You Eat Enchanted Pudding.

Barbatos, Lucifer, Mammon x Reader

A/N: I wrote this before the ‘hellfire syrup’ smut so if theyre similar that is why! I want to make my next smut posts smuttier so... bear with me </3 this was originally only for barbatos but then came mammon and luci heh

NSFW // SMUT

WC - 1.9k

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Barbatos

“Barbatos, I ate the rest of the pudding in the fridge,”

The renowned pastry chef smells you before he even sees you, instantly a flush washes over his face as his entire body heats up with lust. The papers in his hands drop to the ground as he reaches out to grab at his desk, he reaches for anything that will keep him grounded and sane at the moment. He’s supposed to be put together, mature, and always thinking with a level head.

Your intoxicating scent only gets stronger and stronger, almost bringing the powerful demon to his knees.

“I know you said not to eat it but, I couldn’t resist. I’m sorry,” You whine, and judging based on his hearing, Barbatos can tell you’re just outside his door.

“A-Are you in there?” You stubbornly twist the doorknob and push open the heavy door, a grave mistake on your end. The moment you step into the room, Barbatos closes what’s behind you and pins you against the wooden door. Any reserved manner in him died the moment he saw you.

“Forgive me, (Y/N),” He heavily pants against your exposed collarbone before taking deep breaths against your skin. “it would seem that I am not in the correct state of mind.” With a loud moan, the demon begins to lick at your skin. His forked tail instantly whips and wraps around your thighs, ensuring that you don’t move a single inch.

“That’s alright,” You whisper and try to make any sense of the situation, but in the end, you can’t. His warm lips against your skin kill any fight in you and you ultimately decide to let Barbatos have you in a primal way you’ve never dealt with before. You must experience it. “I forgive you.”

Your blessing is everything and more than he’ll ever need, he’s going to devour you.

The thick alluring scent starts to cloud his thoughts and almost makes it hard for the demon to breathe. All he can focus on is the primal desire ringing in his mind to take and take until you have nothing left to give.

“I must have you.”

And have you, he has. After multiple rounds of foreplay, oral included, and his cum already staining the inside of your thighs, the demon now has you bent over his desk. His tail splits and holds your ankles firmly to keep you still for the powerful being to continue his ministrations.

“Beloved,” He whispers into your ear, leaning over your back to make sure you can hear every soft moan slipping from his lips. Barbatos runs his hand along your thigh, gently caressing the skin before lifting the limb up to ensure he can delve deeper inside of you. “you’re like a dream.”

Never did you expect Barbatos to be so rough and passionate, each talented roll of his hips has you seeing stars. He’s kind in the way that he tightly holds onto the back of your neck and places kisses along your skin. Everyone flocks to you, fawns over you and Barbatos never gets the chance to do the same. With you beneath him now, he wants to get every ounce of his desires out.

“Beautiful (Y/N),” His moans are quiet, gentle while his touch becomes stronger. The possessiveness the demon harbors only begins to show as he bottoms out inside of you, ensuring that every inch of his cock is swallowed by your pretty cunt. “allow me to make this something you will never forget.”

If only you could see the blush on his face, the pinkness of his cheeks, and the love tinting his soft eyes. Maybe then you would understand a mere fraction of the affection the demon harbors for you.

Lucifer

Lucifer finds himself outside of your room late into the evening. Typically, he would never do such a scandalous thing but he just could not help himself tonight. The scent from your room lingered out and flowed right into his office. He’s surprised that none of his brothers have awoken because of it yet.

You smell so sweet and the flavor is one that instantly melts on his tongue.

Lucifer knows he has to get you away from the other demons, he has to put you somewhere safe. Perhaps, in his own room.

At the creak of the floorboard, signaling one of his brother’s departure from sleep, the eldest demon acts fast to enter your room. He finds you stuffing your cheeks with a suspicious pudding, one he instantly recognizes and mentally groans at. Another problem for him to deal with. If he had not been in such a rush, he would have admired the chocolate messily splayed on your lips. But, right now, he can’t.

“We need to leave now.”

“Hmm? Lucifer!” The fight in you is nonexistent as the demon lifts you in his arms and carries you out of your room. “Beel?” The other demon just outside of your door has a look to him that you’ve never seen before. He murmurs about his demanding hunger, how it needs to be satiated.

“Go back to sleep.” But because of Lucifer’s powerful command, nearly all at once, the demon slowly makes his way toward his own bedroom. Lucifer glares down at you before quickly making his way to the safety of his own room, he closes the door and locks it.

The eldest ensures that the only demon you’ll be with tonight is him.

“You were not supposed to eat that.” He scolds as you nervously shift on your feet. There isn’t much restraint in him left, not when you’ve still got chocolate at the corner of your mouth. “You’re aware of what the enchanted pudding does to humans, correct?”

At the shake of your head, Lucifer can only sigh.

“It makes you more delectable than usual, much more,” Lucifer can’t help the way he reaches for you and how his large hands cup your cheeks. His pride is screaming at him to show some restraint but he can’t. He simply can’t now that you’re in front of him. “if you wish for me to stop-”

“I don’t.” You dare to look him in the eyes, to boldly state your claim, and Lucifer has finally had enough.

Within minutes, he has your legs wrapped around his waist as his cock stuffs itself deep within your cunt. He holds you up with his strong arms, the muscles bulging with each thrust. You don’t have the time to pay attention to the heavenly sight when he is kissing you so passionately, his tongue rubs against your own before playfully licking the muscle.

“Lucifer,” Your sweet cries only fuel the demon to keep going, to show some restraint and make this last. He wants to draw out this brief moment of intimacy but the desperation growing inside of him makes that nearly impossible.

The way you feel is something Lucifer will never forget, he’ll remember this blissful feeling for centuries and he’s sure nothing will ever rival it. He can only hope that with each kiss and press of his hips against your own, he will make the most out of this special occasion.

However, with each moan that you produce, the desires in Lucifer only grow more. He swallows every noise that you make and he makes it clear that this will not be just a one-time thing.

No, Lucifer finally has his hands on you and they won’t come off for a while.

In his grasp now, you’re finally his.

Mammon

“Just what is that smell?” Mammon grumbles to himself as he scratches the back of his head. His thick white hair becomes messier under his touch as each strand is directed in an opposite way. The antsy feeling growing in his stomach does not settle the closer he gets to the kitchen. He can’t understand what could possibly be producing a smell like this. “Gross dumb pie, probably cherry,”

He has half a mind to go back to his own room and ignore the scent altogether but, through the crack of the kitchen door, he sees you.

The demon can’t help the way he gulps at the sight of you eating what appears to be pudding. His sparkling eyes zone in on the spoon wrapped around your lips, how you roughly suck on the silverware before running it along your tongue.

If Mammon thought that the antsy feeling inside of him was dissolving, he was completely wrong. By now, the effect is starting to take place throughout his body. His arms reach out for you on their own accord while his pants become inexplicably tight.

“Dumb human,” He grumbles before pushing open the kitchen door. Something stirs deep within his heart at the way your eyes light up with excitement at the sight of him.

“Mammon!” You cheer before placing the spot back in the half-eaten bowl. Your fingers maneuver the silverware to get another spoonful of the pudding before handing it to Mammon. “Want to try this pudding? It’s so good and didn’t have a name on it so-”

Your words die on your tongue as the demon wraps his hand around your own and places his lips around the spoon. Mammon can see the way you shift from the tension of this moment, how you’re squeezing your thighs together as his tongue licks the tip of the spoon.

“Ha-ha, indirect kiss,” You try to tease him but, the fiery look in his eye shuts you up very quickly. Nothing could have prepared you for the way the demon lifted you up to place you on the counter. His bold decisions put his usual shy tendencies to shame and your heart was nowhere near prepared for what Mammon had in store for you.

“More, let me have more!” He whines into your cunt as his tongue continues to ferociously eat you out. His muscles move at lightning speed as he flicks your clit up and down before taking the pearl into his mouth and sucking. He’s so desperate to get more of your taste, to digest your sweet release on his tongue over and over again.

“No more!” You squirm as you try to push his head away. Mammon merely ignores you and your cries as the delicious burn of overstimulation starts to get the better of you. “What is with you today?”

“It’s your fault!” Mammon snaps before spreading your thighs with his hands and sticking his tongue in your cunt, he watches your every expression as he darts the muscle in and out of your heat. He’s enjoying this too much, he’s living for your every reaction and it’s clear the demon has become addicted. “I need more, give me more,”

Your eyes widen at the feeling of his tongue inside of your cunt, the warm muscle rubs your spongey spot as his nose grinds against your clit. He’s an absolute mess right now but, you’re no better. You’re soaking wet and Mammon is entirely to blame, the accumulation of his drool only makes the entire experience that much more pleasurable. Never have you been tended to so closely, Mammon makes every move for you all while working towards your release.

Now, you can’t help but start to beg yourself. It’s as if his greed as been transferred through to you, his touch is intoxicating and the demon’s moans only fuel your desires more and more. He can’t get enough of how you feel on his tongue and, knowing him, it will take a lot more to satisfy him.

“Mammon, please, give me more-”

#Barbatos x reader #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #obey me x reader #obey me x you #obey me x y/n #obey me lucifer #obey me barbatos #obey me mammon #xiaos spicy almond tofu

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