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[kuro-after-dark]

Just a Little Taste, Treasure (M)

pairing: jloh!mammon x f. reader

genre: established relationship, smut 18+ MDNI

summary: Mammon can't get you out of his head.

wc: 977

warnings: ch. 50 spoilers sort of?, masturbation mention (male), lingerie, mention of Asmo using MC as a doll, possessiveness, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie

date: March 16, 2024

part one

Mammon had found it hard to sleep since you returned from your trip. It had been absolute bliss to have you all to himself, to share a bed with you, to wake up with his arms around your waist.

Now, he had to fight for your attention with his brothers, the angels, the lord and his butler and your mentor.

"Just go to sleep," he mutters to himself as he stares at the ceiling of his bedroom.

The House of Lamentation was silent. Mammon was sure it was his elder's doing. He was positive only half his brothers were sleeping and the other half were either in their bedrooms reading, gaming, or pampering themselves but he didn't want to risk Lucifer's wrath if he was caught out of bed.

Mammon reaches for his phone, squinting when the light hits him in the face.

He taps the live notification from Asmo, catching his farewell.

"Well, all, that's it for us tonight! These beauties need their sleep! Good night, dream of me!" Asmo signs off with a kiss before the stream ends.

So you weren't in bed yet.

What are the chances of you walking to your bedroom this very moment?

Was it worth the risk?

Definitely.

Mammon doesn't bother grabbing a shirt as he climbs out of bed and heads to the hall. He makes sure he's as quiet as possible as he heads straight to your bedroom.

A smile lights up his face when he spots you about to go in.

"Treasure," he whispers as he approaches.

You turn, smiling when you see him.

"What are you doing here, babe?" you ask.

Mammon doesn't answer you, instead he presses you to the bedroom door. You gasp before his lips are on yours, his hand flat on the wood of the door.

You curse, making Mammon moan as his hands grip your hips. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about you and those filthy words you exchanged in bed.

Mammon had cum with his hand around his cock so many times since, imagining what you'd look like carrying his baby.

"I had to see you," he admits as he opens your bedroom door to push you inside. He shuts and locks the door behind him, kissing you again as his hands make quick work of your bathrobe.

"Mammon," his name rolls off your tongue so sweetly, it makes his cock throb. Your hands grip his bare shoulders, moaning when he squeezes your waist.

"You're mine, baby." He states as your bathrobe falls into a puddle on the floor.

"All yours," you say, aware that you're not but for this moment you are truly and completely his.

Mammon growls, kissing you harder, teeth nipping your bottom lip as he moves his hand upward.

He takes a step back, noticing your sheepish smile.

"Just what were you and Asmo up to, huh?" Mammon raises an eyebrow as he takes in the slinky, lace lingerie.

"The usual," you giggle. "A bath, painting each other's nails, trying on whatever he bought me. Treats me like his little doll, and I love it."

"Come here," Mammon demands as he sits on your bed, his sweatpants long gone. His cock is in his hand. He strokes himself while looking at you.

The things he could put you in. The ways he could fuck you. The way he could fill the halls with devilish screams of his name.

You do as you're told, straddling his hips, your hands on his shoulders as you kiss him. His tongue weaves with yours, moans muffled by each other's lips as Mammon falls back onto the bed with you on top of him.

"Just a little taste, Treasure," he murmurs against your neck as his tongue flicks over the sensitive skin. You nod as he sucks his mark onto your skin, his teeth sinking in after.

"Mammon!" you whimper, euphoria spiking through your veins as your eyes flutter shut.

Mammon groans, cursing as he pushes your lingerie to the side. The flimsy material is soaking wet just like your cunt.

"Gonna take my fat cock like a good girl, Treasure? Gonna ride it until you can't take much more?"

"Yes, please!"

"Gonna let me stuff you full of my cum until you're nice and bred for me, baby?" Mammon asks as your wet cunt wraps around him. He shuts his eyes, pleasure coursing through every inch of his body.

You bite your lip as you nod, nearly in tears from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Want it, want you," you whimper as he holds you to him, his legs bouncing you on his cock as he does the work. You pathetically whine and cry out his name, clenching around him repeatedly as his fingers rub your clit in circles.

"Mammon!" you scream into his neck, tears rolling down your cheeks as he continues to fuck you hard and fast. "Cum inside!"

"Fuck, baby," Mammon nearly does so, the feeling of you soaking his cock and balls almost too much for him.

He didn't care what trouble he would get into in the morning for getting out of bed to fuck your brains out, it would be worth it.

"Gonna breed you. Gonna be the first. The only," Mammon grunts as he flips the two of you. Your back meets the mattress, your hands grip the sheets before moving to his broad back, dragging your nails down the length of it as your orgasm hits and you see stars.

"Mammon!"

"That's it, Treasure. Cum on my cock. Let's make a baby tonight," Mammon growls, your name escaping him as he cums deep inside you. His brow beads with sweat, his white hair clinging to his forehead as he fucks you through your orgasm and his.

Fuck the consequences, Mammon thought.

You were his.

He was your first.

Always will be.

[kuro-after-dark]

Just Like Our Honeymoon (M)

pairing: mammon x f. reader

genre: obey me, established relationship, ch. 50-3, smut [18+]

summary: You and Mammon go on a trip where you share a room and it's almost like you're on your honeymoon.

wc: 1.4k

warnings: spoilers from ch. 50-3, dialogue from ch. 50-3, marking (hickeys, scratching), unprotected sex, slight possessiveness, breeding kink,

date: February 25, 2024

“Hey, check it out! We’ve got ourselves a really nice room here, huh?!” Mammon exclaims as he looks around the room. “Yep. The two of us should be able to fit on there with plenty of room to spare! Like, we are gonna be sharin’ the bed, right?”

“Yes, it’ll be like our honeymoon,” you grin, loving when Mammon blushes.

“Well, before we can go on a honeymoon, there’s other stuff that needs to happen first… like y’know… the… um… proposal… and stuff?” Mammon bites his bottom lip, lashes fluttering as he tries his best to hide his bashfulness. The fact that you would want to honeymoon with him, much less marry him, sends him into a spiral of happiness. After all, he is your first man, and knowing you’re both on the same page, though a little too soon, makes his demon heart skip a beat.

“Right now it’s just you, me, a bed, and no one to bother us.” Mammon’s gaze darkens, tingles running down your spine as he takes a step forward and then another. “Like, there’s only one thing to do at a time like this, right?”

You nod, licking your lips. The action doesn’t go unnoticed by the demon. He cups your face gently, eyes sparkling as they meet yours.

“So what would you say if I went ahead and kissed you now, baby?” Mammon asks softly.

“I’d say, go for it,” you respond moments before his lips press to yours. Your hands rest on his shoulders while he tugs your body toward him, his hands resting on your hips. A groan escapes him, his tongue pushing past the seam of your lips to meet with yours. 

“Mammon,” you moan his name when his lips trail downwards toward your neck. He knows Lucifer will be upset to see his mark on your body, but for all he cares, he can rot. Mammon focuses on you, his lips sucking and nipping at the column of your throat as your hands slide underneath his shirt, tugging at the hem to tug it off him.

Mammon chuckles at your enthusiasm. He strips down to his boxers immediately. He smirks when you gush over him, pushing him onto the bed to straddle him. 

“So pretty for me, baby.” He coos as he grabs handfuls of your ass, pushing your hips down on his erect cock.

“Fuck,” you curse, kissing him to muffle the rest of your moans as his skillful, greedy hands undo your bra beneath your top, just to take both off to pile on the floor beside his clothing.

He admires your bare chest, licking his lips before they wrap around a pert nipple. His teeth gently tug on the nipple, sucking before he turns to the other. His hands are occupied with the button of your jeans, tugging them down to your knees before helping you out of them.

When you’re left in your panties, he flips the both of you so you’re lying on your back beneath him. His hooded gaze sends warmth between your thighs as he kisses you deeply, almost sucking the soul out of you as he slots himself between your legs. You wrap them around his hips, pulling him closer until his chest is pressed to yours.

“Fuck me, Mammon. I need your fat cock to split me open,” you plead and he nearly loses his load. He kisses you instead, his hands greedy for your skin.

You grind against him, lips attached to his.

“Baby,” he rasps. His hands move over the small of your back. Your hands tug his boxers down his legs. He kicks them off when they reach his ankles.

Your panties get pushed to the side as his fingers rub your clit just to hear the angelic sounds that escape you. It’s not the first time the two of you have gone this far, but few and far between are the moments of solace and privacy the two of you get. If one of his brothers doesn’t have their hands on you, it’s Solomon or Diavolo.

“Fuck,” Mammon curses when he feels just how wet you are for him. He rips your panties off you, a hunger brewing deep in his belly. 

“Let me ride you,” you say in between kisses. Mammon’s guttural groans were muffled by the column of your throat. His large hands grip your hips. Your giggle fills the space between you as you wrap your hand around him, squeezing to make him curse. 

“Baby,” he whines as his nails dig into your hips. You smile as you stroke him a few more times before sinking onto him. 

“Mammon!” You gasp, one hand on his chest as you seat yourself on him, biting back a scream that would rock the train. 

“Just like that!” Mammon grunts as his hands grab your ass. You feel so full, your eyes squeeze shut as your heart bangs against your rib cage. 

Mammon grabs a handful of your hair to pull you down, his lips capturing yours in a mind-numbing kiss that makes your toes curl and your body arch. His other hand grabs your ass greedily as his tongue meets yours. 

You moan against his lips, your hips grinding on him as you clench around him. 

His hold on you tightens, cursing as he trails kisses to your jaw then your neck. 

Fuck it all, he thinks. Lucifer can hang him in the hall for weeks if he chooses but having his mark on your body will be worth it. 

The thought makes his dick twitch as he spins you around so you’re beneath him. 

“Baby!” You squeal in surprise as he kisses you deeply. His hands grip your tits, kneading them and gently tugging on the nipples as you bite his bottom lip before pulling away to catch your breath. 

Mammon kisses his way down your body, leaving deep purple marks on your tits and hips until he grabs both of your legs to throw over his broad shoulder. You grip the sheets beneath you as he kisses your ankle. 

“So wet for me,” he murmurs as he fucks into you. His name sounds so sweet as it spills from your lips every time he thrusts into you. 

Your body melts into a hot sticky puddle of love and lust as he fucks you. 

There’s no need to restrain yourself with him. The two of you are free to moan and curse each other's name, hold hands, and be a couple on this trip. You’re free to imagine you’re away on your honeymoon without any interruptions.

“I love you,” you tell him as he slows to grind on you, his cock stuffing you full and reaching places he’s only dreamed of doing. 

Your hands cup his face, and he turns his head to kiss your wrist. His white hair falls over his eyes, and he shakes it away with a soft grin. 

“I love you too, Treasure. More than you can ever imagine,” and he means every word as he laces your fingers together. 

Mammon can imagine a future with you at his side. His ring on your finger, his marks on your skin, and you carrying all his children. 

The thought of you round with his spawn does something to him. He feels electrified as he locks eyes with you before they roam to your stomach. 

As if possessed, he slams into you again and again, his fingers rubbing your clit as you drag your nails down his broad muscular back. 

“That’s it, baby. Just like that,” he praises as he fucks you harder, your moans filling the room as they rise in octave and your cunt tightens around him just as your toes curl and his name escapes you one more time before euphoria consumes every bit of you. 

Mammon is following behind, cursing when the last image he pictures is you heavily pregnant knowing it’s his spawn. Not Lucifer’s and certainly not Diavolo’s.

His.

Your first man. 

“Fuck, Treasure,” he grunts one last time as he cums deep inside you again and again until he is panting, a sheen of sweat on his forehead as he presses it against you. 

Mammon kisses your lips gently before he pulls out of you.

“Love you,” he whispers as he lies beside you, his large hand on your hip as you roll on your side to face him. 

“Come here,” he commands as he lifts your leg to wrap around his hip. 

“I love you, baby. So much,” you whisper as you kiss his chest. 

Mammon caresses your cheek gently. One day he will have everything he can imagine with you, and the thought fills him with joy. 

Someday it’ll just be the two of you.

[kuro-after-dark]

Thinking about face sitting with Mammon….

How eagerly he’d be to pull you up on his face and take your clit between his lips, how much it turns him on to see you riding that obscenely long tongue of his as it massages every nook and cranny of your innermost walls. You pull his hair as he sucks rhythmically on the sensitive bundle of nerves and you shiver as the vibration of his moans ripple through you.

He loves eating you out when you’re on your back and spread open for him, sure, but having you like this, with his arms locked around your thighs so you can’t escape even when you’re gushing and clenching on that sinfully long tongue is truly his favorite thing. You’re just so beautiful when you’re falling apart on his lips and tongue, he can’t help but lap up every last drop of your cum even as it coats the entirety of the bottom half of his face. He’ll only let you go once you’re so overstimulated you jump and twitch with every swipe of his tongue.

God, I just wanna use his face as my own personal throne sometimes.

[kuro-after-dark]

Mary On A Cross - Mammon

Pairing: Mammon x f! angel! reader (reader uses female pronouns + has a pussy)

Genre: smut/NSFW

Word Count: 3k

Summary: dating an angel has never been easy for Mammon, but now he wants to show you that your holiness isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be

CW: blasphemy, desecration of a temple, sex in a temple, anti-religious sentiments, sacrilege, fingering, stripping, slight exhibitionism, public sex, overstimulation, unprotected sex (be smart 07), multiple creampies, praise/degradation, sex on the floor

hello yes it is I still managing to write this month…anyway, please enjoy the culmination of months of thoughts of mammon + listening to ghost :)

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“C’mon, can’t you tell me where we’re going?” You pout.

Mammon tightens his grip on your hand, continuing to lead you down the cobbled path. You’re not supposed to be in the human world, and you’ve always been a rule follower, but Mammon just brings out that rebellious side of you. 

The demon doesn’t answer your question. In fact, he’s been strangely quiet ever since he came up to you after school and started dragging you along with him. You know he doesn’t always have the easiest time at RAD, but you’ve never quite seen him this upset.

Mammon tries to keep his composure and remind himself that it’s not you he’s mad at. But it’s so hard to forget the differences between you when you look so fucking angelic all the time. No matter what you do, your skin has that ethereal glow to it and your voice always sounds melodic and soft. It makes him want to worship you, it makes him want to ruin you.

Jealousy and anger courses through him, his heart beating so hard it’s painful. He hates how people in the Devildom look at him when you’re together, hates the stares you always get. No one looks at you like that when you’re with Simeon, or even the damn chihuahua. No, those looks are reserved for Mammon, and he reads them loud and clear.

A demon and an angel? Ridiculous. They’ll never last. He’s going to ruin her. How did they even end up together? Aren’t they mortal enemies? Disgusting.

He glances at you and immediately the thoughts die out. You’ve always been able to quiet the darker parts of his mind, dull his jagged edges. He almost feels guilt for what he’s going to do to you.

Almost.

You stop as soon as you reach the stairs to the temple. “No. Mammon, no.” 

You plant your heels into the ground and tug on his hand, trying to get him to release you. You would do almost anything for him, but this? This is too far. 

He stops on the stair above you, looking at you seriously. “Are you comin?”

His voice is void of anything. No guilt, no shame. Just that same, tired tone he uses whenever his brother’s are picking on him too much.

“Do you know what this is? This is a temple, Mammon. For an archangel. Gods, you could be smited just for being within five feet of this place!”

“The Great Mammon? Smited?” He scoffs, dropping your hand and continuing up to the door.

His hand touches the handle and you brace yourself, ready for your boyfriend to get eviscerated before your eyes. He twists the handle, the door clicks open and…nothing happens. You tilt your head in confusion. 

“Are you comin’ or what?”

You scurry up the stairs after him, managing to slip through the door just before it closes. The temple is completely empty, three rows of oak benches lining a long marble aisle. At the end of the aisle is a large, empty throne carved out of marble. 

You recognize the carving at the top of the throne immediately and stop dead in your tracks. You really shouldn’t be here. You watch silently as Mammon approaches the throne, plopping himself in it and giving you a crooked smirk.

He beckons you closer with his fingers, and you find yourself stumbling down the aisle without thinking. His eyes are dark, the pupil consuming the iris. You don’t like that look, and yet you can’t stop.

He pats his knee, “hav’a seat.”

You hesitantly sit down on his lap, leaning your head back on his chest. Your heart is racing, and you expect someone to burst in at any moment and smite you down.

“Your heart is pounding,” Mammon whispers, hot breath against your neck.

You shiver and nod. You really shouldn’t be doing this. You go to stand up but Mammon yanks you back down, using his thighs to force your legs apart. He rests a hand on your inner thigh just above your knee, gently tapping his fingers along your skin.

“M-mammon,” you hiss, “we can’t be doing this in here.” You try to keep your voice low, afraid you’ll somehow draw attention to the two of you. 

Mammon trails his hand up your thigh, stopping when the side of his knuckle just barely brushes your clit. You gasp, your hips grinding into his hand as if they have a mind of their own.

He laughs. “We shouldn’t be doin this anywhere, baby.”

He presses a finger into your clit, applying just enough pressure to have your panties dampening without giving you quite what you want. You try to close your legs around his hand, whether to get more or get him to stop, you’re not sure.

“M-mammon please!” The words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them. You force yourself to sit up straight, clearing your throat, “let’s just go home. Please, I could lose my blessing for this.”

Mammon grips your chin, forcing you to face him. “Won’t ya do it? For me?”

It’s the most sincere thing he’s said to you all day. His features soften as he looks at you, vulnerability on full display. The way he’s looking at you so softly, it’s like he’s asking you to give up your blessing, to come live a lifetime with him. 

You’re not an idiot, you know what people think about the two of you. You know being with him is wrong, and that it can’t possibly last forever—not if he’s still a demon, and you’re still an angel.

“I-I’ll do it.”

He grins, pulling you back into him and kissing your neck. You can feel his canines graze the sensitive skin, burning beneath his touch. He keeps your legs spread, a hand rubbing you through your panties.  

You can feel his growing bulge against your back, feel the excitement build. You force yourself to focus on the present, all of your attention on his wandering hands. He’s practically an expert. He always knows just what you need. 

Just as you settle into the idea of him taking you here, he pulls his hand away. You shift in his lap, turning to look at him with furrowed brows. 

He gives you a gentle shove off of his lap, forcing you to your feet. “Strip for me.”

You look at him dazed, your pussy aching from where his fingers just were. You’re already overwhelmed from the fear and excitement of the situation—your head spinning and erasing all of the thoughts that try to escape. 

 “What?” He smirks at you, “I wanna see you.”

You turn away from him, keeping your eyes locked at the exit at the end of the aisle. Your hands tremble as you hook them into the waistband of your pants, pulling them down to your ankles. 

Mammon grips his bulge through his jeans, grinding against his hand. You’re taking your sweet time stripping for him—always such a tease. He can’t help but notice the gold panties that look absolutely delicious on you. 

He licks his lips in anticipation as you lean forward and tug down your panties. They stick to your pussy with your juices and the second they’re removed from your skin, you gasp. 

His cock aches in his jeans, straining against the hard denim. He’s quick to unbutton them and kick them off of his fett, leaving them in a puddle on the ground.

You turn around shyly, dressed in only your shirt from the day. You keep your eyes on the tight fabric of his boxers while you cross your arms and tug your shirt over your head. You can feel his gaze on you as you lean forward and jiggle your chest.

You reach behind you slowly and unclip the clasp of your bra, letting the fabric fall loosely down your shoulders. You hate that being exposed like this in the middle of a temple has your pussy dripping. You cross your arms over your chest and take a deep breath, waiting for his instructions.

“Such a pretty, little angel,” he hums. “C’mere.”

You shuffle back towards him, standing between his legs in front of the throne. He trails his hands up your hips, cupping your breasts before letting them fall. The pressure makes you gasp, the cold air of the temple hardening your nipples.

He grabs your hips and spins you around, tugging you hard onto his lap. You can feel his hard cock grinding against the top of your ass as he trails his fingers up your thigh. 

He keeps a firm grip on your hip the whole time, as if letting you know that there’s no escape now. He taps your clit with the pad of his finger, pressing hard and rubbing circles. You whine and shut your eyes, attempting to hide your face in his shirt.

Mammon slips a finger inside of you, your pussy eagerly taking him. “Look at you, getting finger fucked in a temple like the whore you are. “ He takes an aggressive pace, thrusting his finger in and out of you with a brutality you’ve never seen from him before.

Another finger slips inside of you and it only gets harder to contain your desperate pleas. Mammon grows frustrated with your muffled whines, curling his fingers inside of you and nipping at your neck. You gasp at the brief pain, but your sounds of surprise are replaced by your lewd moans.

He prods at your dripping hole with another finger. Your eyes widen—it’s rare that you’re able to take three of his fingers, but Mammon is really pushing you to the limit today. Your pussy squelches as he forces the third finger in, stretching your walls almost painfully.

You suck in a deep breath. “Too much!”

Mammon only laughs while he opens you up around his hand. His lips ghost across your neck, leaving kisses all the way up to your ear. He shoves his fingers as deep as they can go, hitting that throbbing spot inside of you.

“Too much?” He mocks, curling his fingers to rub against your walls. “You can take it, I know you can. Look, your pussy is already opening up for me.”

His words only make you wetter, building onto that knot coiling in your tummy. You grip at his forearm, digging your nails into the tanned skin. You don’t even realize as you start to grind your hips against his hand, desperately chasing your release.

Mammon bites at your neck again. “You gonna cum? Hm?”

You nod eagerly, continuing to rock your hips into his palm. Mammon gets the hint and speeds up. Every time you move, you grind your ass further into his waiting cock, driving him wild.

“Go on, baby,” he whispers in your ear, “cum for me.”

Heat washes over you as you cum, your pussy leaking all over Mammon’s hand, the throne and the floor of the temple. Your legs shake, all of your muscles contracting involuntarily. Mammon holds you through your orgasm, keeping his fingers deep inside of you.

“Look at you, makin’ such a mess of the temple. I wonder what your god thinks of you now.”

Horror dawns on you as you remember where you are and what you just did, but Mammon gives you no time to think before he’s nudging you off the throne. You slump on your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your lashes.

You rest your hands on his thighs, watching eagerly as he tugs down his underwear and his cock springs out. He’s rock hard, pre cum dripping down the tip and shaft. You lick your lips at the sight.

“Come on,” he grabs the back of your head and guides you forwards. “It’s not gonna suck itself.”

You wrap your hand around the base of it, slowly stroking up and down. You stick your tongue out and lick the tip, collecting the salty pre on your tongue. Mammon groans, using the grip he has on the back of your head to push your head down.

You gladly take him into your mouth, wrapping your lips around him. He’s big enough that it’s a stretch to fit him in your jaw, and it only takes a few seconds for the tip of his cock to hit the back of your throat. You gag around his length but take a breath through your nose and get a hold of yourself.

“So angelic,” he taunts.

You fall into a steady rhythm of bobbing your head up and down while you stroke his cock, your other hand gently cupping his balls. Mammon’s moans and the wet sounds of you sucking his cock echo off of the walls, serving as shameful reminders. 

Mammon thrusts into the back of your throat and holds your head down, forcing you to stay in that position until you tap his thigh harshly. He lets you go, giving you time to catch your breath. The cold air feels nice on your sore throat.

Mammon grabs your hands and helps you off of the floor, letting you straddle his lap. You line up his cock with your soaking pussy and slowly sink down onto him. You lean forwards into his chest and wrap your arms around his shoulders, using him as leverage.

You take him inch by inch, his cock pushing apart your gummy walls and stretching you in the perfect way he always does. When he bottoms out, he’s so deep inside you that it almost hurts. You whine, rolling your hips against him.

Mammon grips your hips so hard you’re sure it’ll bruise and helps guide you up and down his length. He moves his hips up to meet yours as they fall down, forcing himself all the way with every thrust. His fingers dig in as he picks up the pace, his thrusts growing fast and restless.

You can feel that knot in your stomach again, that familiar heat beginning to overtake you. Your legs are tired from bouncing on his cock and your muscles threaten to give out, your whole body shaking. You collapse onto his chest but that doesn’t stop Mammon. He keeps up his demonic pace, thrusting into you ruthlessly.

“M-mammon!”

He drives himself into you harder. Your pussy squeezes his cock harder with every thrust, your slick dripping down and covering his thighs. He slams into you a few more times before you completely unravel, going limp on his chest. Mammon’s cock twitches, his own orgasm following yours. He slams you down, bottoming out completely inside of you as he pumps out his hot cum.

He only gives you a moment to recover before he’s lifting you up and laying you on your stomach on the floor. The cold tiles soothe your feverish skin, though it does nothing to stop the tingling in your pussy. Your eyes flutter open and shut and you’re not sure you’ll be able to take another orgasm.

Mammon’s body presses against your back, his hand snaking around your thighs. He tugs you so that you’re on your knees, your face pressed against the floor. You can feel his still-hard cock lining up with your entrance, every touch of his tip against your clit making you shiver.

His cock slides into you much easier this time, your walls throbbing around him. The overstimulation makes you shiver, a harsh pressure in your stomach. Mammon doesn’t seem bothered, though. The demon drives into you at a steady pace, the combination of his cum and your juices making loud, wet noises. 

“My pretty little angel,” he coos, giving your ass a harsh smack, “are ya still with me there, or have I fucked your brain into mush?”

You can only whine in response, that pressure in your stomach consuming you. Mammon smacks your ass again, waiting for an answer.

“It’s too much, Mams, too much,” you manage to mumble.

He slows down his pace to give you a bit of a reprieve. “You can take it, I know ya can.”

You shake your head but you know that will do little to stop him. He keeps his slow pace for only a few minutes, going back to slamming into you like he was before. The break helped you get a little energy back, but your whole body still trembles with oversensitivity. 

Mammon thrusts into you so harshly that your whole body moves forwards. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you back into him, repeating the process all over. He channels all of his frustration and anger from earlier today into every movement, channels all of it into your poor, overstimulated pussy. 

“Oh—Oh, God!” You cry out, the pressure in your stomach threatening to burst.

Mammon drives his hips into you harshly, wrapping his hand around your throat. “There are no gods here,” he hisses. “Not anymore. You pray to me now.”

That’s all it takes for your third orgasm to wash over you. This one is the harshest yet—your legs shake, black spots dance in your vision and your pussy absolutely gushes all over the place. 

Mammon keeps fucking you throughout, chasing his own high. It’s only another minute before he’s bottoming out inside of you and letting all of his cum fill you up. You lay beneath him weakly and let him finish using you.

When he pulls out, the mix of his cum and your juices gushes over the floor. It oozes out of you, getting your thighs and pussy all sticky. 

Mammon helps you sit up, planting a kiss to your forehead. Neither of you say much after that. You’re too focused on the heinousness of the acts you just committed in the temple, while Mammon has nothing but pride and admiration.

When the two of you are dressed and somewhat cleaned up, you start the journey back to the Devildom. Both of you notice the ethereal sheen to your skin fading, but neither of you are brave enough to acknowledge what you’ve forsaken.

[kuro-after-dark]

Hello!!I just wanted to drop in and say, remember that one princess rose even in the og game with THAT one mammon card that made everyone go nuts?, yeah I was revisiting it and I remembered that he was wearing garter belt on his thighs now imagine after the event riding his thighs while he wears the belt (+the outfit and maybe some degradation mixed with praise?) I would physically melt into a puddle 🤤🤤so yeah that's what I've been thinking about all day today

“Never would’ve thought you liked me androgynous too…” Mammon says as you kiss his neck eagerly, sucking and biting as you move along.

“Mhm. I like you always.” You mumbled, tenderly pushing aside his clothes to get a better bite at his collarbone.

“Ah-ha… Mc, you’re doin’ too much to me.” He wraps his arms around your body, seemingly enjoying the too much. You lick at his new bite mark as if to apologize for hurting him.

“I can’t help it… it’s like this version of you has made me go fucking crazy.” You avoid tugging at his hair, scared to ruin the extensions and style. You feel guilty for trying to take him in this form, especially with how much you know he’d tear his own clothes off just to get with you. Perhaps you shouldn’t be who you’re worried about. “Mammon… let me stop—“

“No… you can still touch me.” He pushes you away for a second and sits down. “Just don’t ruffle anything and take a bite out of something else.”

You go over to where he is sitting and drop to your knees, now biting and sucking at the exposed flesh of his thighs. You know this will be exposed for the rest of the night and he should too, but he’s still letting you—

“Aw crap, I can’t be all marked up. I-I-I like your bites and stuff but I’m not about to let Lucifer kill me, ya know. Even if the event is done, he’s still gonna have my tail.”

A pang of sadness hits you, but you relinquish your mouth. “No, it’s okay I get it.” You stand up and go to sit beside him but he grabs your hand.

“I don’t wanna leave ya high and dry, baby. Here, why don’t ya ride my thigh. You like that right?” He’s sincere, you can see it in the lust all over his face, his eyes look even more gorgeous when he wants you especially with the thick eyeliner and perfectly applied shadow adorning his pretty face.

“Yeah. I’d love that.” You go to sit on his clean, unclothed thigh but once again—

“Nah, the other one. Don’t worry about cleaning it, it’s just leather baby.” Mammon has been quite the fan of interjecting as of late. You blink at him before sitting down onto his right thigh while he watches you intently. “There we go.” He says, gently rubbing his thumb along your cheek. “Don’t worry bout rushing, take it nice and slow, Mammon’ll guide ya.”

When the leather brushed against your clothed clit, you understood why he had you switch thighs. “Mammon.” You whispered, starting slow and grinding as hard as you could without hurting yourself.

“So pretty like that, you’re so pretty.” He holds a hand on your hip as you ride his thigh, running his thumb along your skin. “Can’t believe you got this worked up already? Don’t like goin’ slow huh pretty baby?”

You look at him and notice the flush on his face, he’s just as aroused that hypocrite. “I wanna go faster.”

“Aw, you wanna go faster?” He’s really enjoying this power trip in this outfit if he’s talking like Lucifer. “You’re gonna have to wait a little longer, I like watching you melt.”

If it weren’t for how much you loved him, you’d probably smack him for being such a smug asshole, but it only made you throb more. “Mammon…” you whimpered instead.

“Come on now, use your words baby. Beg a bit more and I might let you go faster.” He couldn’t help but grin as you felt your body heat up making you more embarrassed.

“Mammon, can I please go faster? Please?” You begged him softly. You were in control 5 minutes ago what just happened?

“Aw, that’s a little weak don’t you think? Beg, beg more.”

“Please, Mammon, please, let me ride your thigh faster. Please!” You kept begging him, at this point, you knew he wasn’t in the mood to go easy on you.

“So fucking beautiful, you’re perfect when you beg like that. I wanna hear more, baby.” Mammon started to bounce his leg, cheering you on in his own way.

“Please, pleaseee Mammon, let me go faster, I need it so bad. Please Mammon!” You watched his face, waiting to see if he was willing to bless you with any mercy whatsoever.

“Wow, didn’t know you could be so obedient like this. I like seeing you get this desperate, maybe I should deny you more. Would you like that? Would you like if I made you desperate like this more often?”

He was smiling again, a twinkle in his eye as he asked you, he reached for your chin to pull your attention toward him. You didn’t know if you wanted to be honest and say the thought is a lot more fun than the practice at least on your end, or if you wanted to appease him and tell him yes you love being this desperate for him.

“Don’t be shy, Mc, you’ve already begged to just ride a little bit faster, it can’t be too hard to say yes or no.” Man, he can be so mean when he wants to.

“Yes.” Being honest, you do like it, you just don’t like the actual wait. When have you ever been so patient for him?

“So fucking good, that’s right. Wanna go a little faster for me now?” Mammon bounced his leg faster as well.

“Yes.” You were undeniably grateful to be able to ride him like this. “Fuck, it feels so good.” As you picked up your pace, you looked at his cock that was desperate to escape from the clothes he was wearing. Guess you can cut him some slack, he’s probably hiding his desperation behind all of this bravado. Perhaps you can abuse that later.

“Can’t have that right now, treasure. As much as you want me inside you, we just gotta wait. I know it must be so hard for you.” He’s definitely projecting, but fuck, is it hot.

“Mammon, I’m already getting close.” You told him and you could see his cock twitch in response.

“Gonna cum all over my thigh? That what you want? You know what, go ahead and go as fast as you want. I wanna see you lose control.”

His wish is your command. You didn’t hold back anymore, going as fast as you needed to get to your peak. “Mammon, I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum all over me, look at me when you do it.”

You snapped your eyes to his face and in that moment, you came hard. He was breathing heavy as your hole clenched around nothing, so empty, but so satisfied. Your clit throbbed as you released, each touch of the leather now making you jolt from overstimulation. “Mammon! Mammon!” You repeated his name a few strained thank yous as you came. He slowly stopped bouncing his leg as you slowed to a stop. You leaned your head forward to nuzzle into the fur on his shoulder, turning your head to look at his face.

“Was that good enough for you, treasure?” He stroked your face.

“Yes, my Mammon.” You answered him, wanting to cuddle or take his cock or whatever. “I know that wasn’t enough for you.” You told him, already predicting what he was about to say.

“Damn straight it wasn’t. You’re lucky I’m obligated to do something, if not you’d be a twitching mess on the floor, begging for more.” He boasted, looking at you like he won. “Better be ready later cuz I ain’t showin’ mercy.”

“I wouldn’t want you to.” You kissed his cheek and slid off of him, looking at the wet slicked leather garter and then back to his eyes that were clearly hungry to taste it. Instead, he patted it away like it was just some water and stood up.

“I would stay with ya but I gotta go to the after party… you gonna be okay alone?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I just gotta pull myself together, I’ll see you there pretty demon.”

He smiled and left the room, normally he’d stay and wait for you, but Lucifer is probably about to tear up the entire party looking for Mammon. You went ahead and cleaned up before going out to the floor, excited as you were to finish the day, you were sure Mammon was doing everything he could to pass the time faster than you were earlier.

You were certainly in for a treat tonight, that is if Mammon doesn’t pass the fuck out directly after the party. Only time will tell.

[kuro-after-dark]

Oral Fixation

Mammon x GN!reader

cw: oral (male recieving)

A/N: Fuck, my oral fixation is showing

Minors and DNI

Just thinking about…

Worshipping Mammon’s cock. Just sitting him down on his couch and slowly pulling his erection out and layering kisses along its base. Just slowly tracing the large vein that runs along the underside with your tongue and how he whines so sweetly when you use the tip of your tongue to tease his weeping slit. You take his cockhead in your warm mouth and suckle and his hips just involuntarily jump at the sensation.

Holding his hips down, you pull off and kiss your way down to his base, adding little sucks and nibbles as he twitches slightly. You look up to see his head tilted back, jaw slack and gorgeous sapphire eyes squeezed shut tight in an attempt to stave off the orgasm coming way too quickly.

Thinking about suddenly deep throating him, listening to the curses that fly from his lips as your throat constricts and gags on the sudden intrusion. How with every bob of your head, he’s fucking up into your throat just a little deeper each time. How, as the inevitable draws near and his balls start to clench, his body shakes and his whines reach a higher and higher octave.

How the ‘please’s and ‘fuck yes, just like that’s slip from his lips like water and his hand starts to tangle in your hair, eventually just holding your head down as he empties himself in your warm, wet mouth.

How once he comes down from that first orgasm, you’re right back at it again— over and over until he’s so far into overstimulation and cum so many times that he’s shooting blanks.

God I just wanna suck his dick so badly :’(

[kuro-after-dark]

ten more minutes ft. mammon

summary: your boyfriend wakes up to you gone and he’s upset, but that’s not the only problem you face when his sugar-coated words, lead you back into bed ft. mammon x f!reader

cw: 18+ SMUT and sexual themes. minors and ageless blogs DO NOT interact, established relationship, oral (f! + m! receiving), cum, pet names (sweetheart, sweet thing, princess, baby), praising, fingering (f! receiving), clitoral play, over stimulation, squirting, cream pie

word count: 2.2k

a/n: i have really bad mammon brainrot atm （╹◡╹）and if u can't tell i got lazy towards the end, pardon me.

if there was something mammon hated, it was early mornings. especially mornings without you.

his eyes blinked open as he hazily searched for you around his room and after a couple of minutes, sighing heavily as he dragged himself out of bed, mumbling languid nonsense about your absence.

it was five in the morning and you were up early preparing breakfast for the brothers because it was your day to cook. you were softly humming to yourself while stirring a bowl of pancake batter you had prepared, until you felt a pair of warm arms snake around your waist.

“you’re up early,” you gasp, slightly startled at the touch.

mammon drops his head onto your shoulder groaning drowsily, “can you come back to bed? ’m still sleepy.”

“mams, you know i’d love to, but i’ve gotta make breakfast for everyone,” you drag your fingers through his frosty hair, “you know how much beel eats, don’t you?”

he grumbles in response and just squeezes you more tightly.

“how about you just go back to bed ‘n i’ll call you out when breakfast’s done?”

“but i need you with me.”

his body pressed firmly against yours, had you feeling hot. and not to mention, you also felt something growing hard.

“just for ten more minutes, please?”

“fine,” you huffed as you started to pack up the ingredients, his grip loosening on you as he let you clean up.

this would always happen. he’d beg you for something, be it your time or your money, and you’d always comply. not that you’d ever complain though— you loved him too much too care.

when you arrive in his room, he’s lying in bed, all snuggled up in the sheets before you’re peeling them off and climbing over him.

“what’re doin’ y/n?” he groans in annoyance, trying to pull the covers back over him. all while you stop him, holding him down. he shoots you an irritated, yet tired glare.

“just lie back ‘n rest, mams.” you push him down as you palm at his growing erection beneath his sweats. he unconsciously rocks his hips up into your palm, shuddering as one arm covers his flushed face.

you hungrily tug at his sweats before finally slipping them off and tossing them aside, prying at his underwear and letting his hard and heavy cock spring free. your thumb smears his pre-cum across his reddened tip, while watching him shiver under your touch.

licking your lips in anticipation, you pump him a couple of times before your tongue meets his tip and your warm mouth envelops him whole. he sighs in pleasure as you bob your head up and down as far as you can while your hand pumps the rest of him. you spit on his cock as extra lube, swirling your tongue around the tip before dipping down again. you could feel him twitch in your mouth and with your free hand, you squeeze at one of your boobs through a fallen sleeve of your silk nightgown, while licking long stripes up from the base of his cock.

he’s breathing heavily now, watching you carefully through half-lidded eyes. his hand comes up to reach for your hair, bucking his hips up into you. you’re moaning into his cock as it hits the back of your throat again and again, leaving a gurgle of lucid sounds reverberating throughout the room. he loved how messy you were when you sucked him off, you could get cock-drunk off of him so easily and it turned him on.

“ah— fuck… princess, i’m gonna— hah… cum soon.” you glance up at him, only humming in response. you’re pretty face, mouth dripping in spit while stuffed full of his cock had him hypnotised.

so close to his peak, his grip onto your hair tightened. holding onto you, he began to thrust up into your mouth, while also slamming your mouth onto his cock again and again. the sounds that left your mouth were absolutely filthy, as bubbles of your saliva mixed with his pre dribbled down his cock. the muffled moans you let out, echoed through the room and it was only a few moments later, before his grip on you stilled as he came. a thick, warm liquid spilling into your mouth as you lulled your tongue out, waiting for him to finish.

“can you swallow f’ me, sweet thing?” you nod in response, smiling as you take a big gulp of the salty yet slightly sweet liquid. pulling your tongue out again to show him, he stares at you with pure admiration, “that’s my girl.”

before he can reach out to plant a sweet kiss to your lips, he feels your weight against him shift. “y/n what’re you…”

“shhh… just lay down ‘n let me take care of you, baby.” you’re turning around, back faced towards him before grabbing ahold of his cock again. he jerks from the sudden touch from over stimulation.

“so i’m in for a treat, huh?” he watches as you plop both of your thighs on either side of his body. pulling his cock towards you, which was already slick from your previous ministrations, you started to rub your cunt along his length. you sighed in pleasure as it glided along your clit, unaware of how impatient the demon below you was getting. after hearing him groan in a heavy and agitated way, you began to lift yourself up, lining his cock up to your entrance before you sunk down onto him. before you could even process how full you felt, you began to bounce up on his length. grabbing onto his thighs for support, the way he filled you up made you feel so so good you couldn’t help but start to moan, “mmmnh… ma—mmon!”

he stared up at you, the sight of you losing yourself on him drove him wild. the bouncing of your ass let your nightgown obscure the view of your pussy swallowing his cock constantly and the sounds of your squelching pussy and ass smacking against him was so lewd. the burning sensation in your thighs had your pace slowing down before you felt a sharp smack against your ass, letting a whimper escape from your lips.

“doin’ so good f’ me sweetheart, please don’t stop.” in an attempt to keep you going, mammons’ hands clenched onto the sides of your dress, which stuck to your clammy skin, and began to pull you down onto his cock. you began to whine at the pleasure of him, reaching spots that you never knew could be reached. he began to buck into you, letting both your hips connect together with a smack. the chant of your whimpers and mewls of his name, rung like a melody to his ears.

“mam— i’m gonna— cum!”

“then… hah— cum, sweetheart.”

his sweet, playful tone of the nickname you loved rolling off his tongue had you orgasming. he could only thrust a couple more times before the shaking of your thighs and the clenching of your pussy around him, pushed him over the edge, releasing into you, his warm seed filling you right up, and spilling out of you. you both stilled for a moment, catching your breaths.

“you’re so good to me, y/n… i love you.”

you let off a soft chuckle, “i love you t—“

before you could finish, mammon had shoved you face down into the sheets, pushing your thighs up for him. “look at you… all stuffed full of my cum.” he shoved two of his slender fingers into your pussy, which let out a loud squelch and a moan from you. he began to curl his fingers, his thumb reaching to rub at your clit. and before you could even begin to let the pleasure consume you, he had pulled his fingers out, earning an annoyed whine from you. how could he start something he couldn’t even finish?

“don’t worry ‘m not done with you, princess.” you felt his two hands reach for your thighs pushing them further to you, causing your back to arch further into the bed. you then felt something wet and warm prod at your clit, before it began drawing long stripes up and down between your folds. you could hear the loud slurps from mammon, licking up all juices from your pussy. “baby you— mm… taste so good.” the vibration of his voice reaching your core had you sinking even further into the mattress. he was lapping like a starved dog at your pussy, cleaning you right up. his tongue could work miracles on you, you never knew how good receiving head was before you met him. his tongue began to push between your folds and into your cunt, earning him a loud moan of his name.

you turned your head around to watch as his head dipped back and forth into you. bits of his snowy hair stuck to his forehead which was stained with sweat, his eyes furrowed and half-lidded, so intent on making you feel good. he then looked up at you, licking his lips and smiling lopsidedly, “mm… fuck— sorry i said ten minutes didn’t i?” you, in fact, did predict it would take more than ten minutes, slapping a quick note on the kitchen counter that read, ‘sorry, will cook lunch instead. leftovers in fridge if hungry.”

his mouth was decorated with a clear sheen, his chin sparkling from your arousal, “you just taste so good.” he then dipped back down, flicking his tongue against your clit, causing you you to jerk, “ngh— mammon!” his tongue did not slow down and instead, moved quicker, determined to get you to your peak. you’re whines turned into cries for him to stop, his tongue was so good and you couldn’t help squirming from his grip. to stop you, mammon wrapped his arms around your thighs, locking you in place, “mammon— please!” he was too pussy-drunk to listen to your pleas.

before long, a warm liquid sprayed against his mouth, and he chuckled, pulling away from you, “that’s it, princess.”

you’re panting heavy, and you could feel your pussy throb and clench around nothing. he leans over and pulls your jaw to him, pushing his tongue between your lips, forcing you to taste yourself on him. the savoury-sweet flavour, paired with his saliva had you moaning into his mouth and as he pulled back, a string of saliva connected your tongues before it snapped.

his hands then glided from your back to your waist, holding your hips steady, “you can give me one more, right sweet thing?” your only response was a soft nod before he began rubbing his half-hard cock against your folds. your lips were wet and sticky, allowing his cock to get lubed up. his length rubbing against your clit made you shudder and you could feel it growing harder by the second. he let out a low groan as he sunk himself inside of you, becoming enveloped in warmth. you could feel every vein on his cock as it pushed past your lips, stretching your cunt out. “you okay there, princess?” he asked, as he squeezed at one side of your ass.

“mhm,” was all it took for him to start ramming into you. your walls hugged him tightly, feeling the slight curve of his cock. his grip on your hips tightened as he began to snap his hips into you, his angry mushroom head, prodding and poking at your cervix. you let out choked moans and your ass would jiggle every time your hips connected. the smacking of his balls against your ass were so loud, you wouldn’t be surprised if the whole house was awake by now. not that your moaning wasn’t loud enough earlier.

as he drove his hips back and forth, you could slowly feel yourself reaching your climax. a white, creamy ring had begun to form at the base of his cock and he began to quicken the pace, also chasing his high. you started to let out broken whimpers as tears threatened to leave your eyes. he reached out for you, a hand clamping down at the back of your neck, forcing choked sobs to leave your throat. “fuckk princess… will you… hah— let me cum inside?” his hand flew back to your hips, digging into the flesh, while thrusting deeper and faster than he was before.

“YES— please… inside, INSIDE!” you cried. and with that, you felt a hot and sticky load spill into you. you were surprised with how much he had to give you, because it was still spurting out as he pulled out of you.

you felt the mattress sink as he plopped his body next to yours. you smiled, blinking your drowsy eyes at him.

“how was that?” he asked, his deep blue eyes smiling up at you.

“it was good… really good.”

he laughs as he pulls your face to him, kissing you gently. his arms wrap around your body before asking, “wanna clean up ‘n eat breakfast? i’ll help you out.”

you burry your head into his chest, “no, i wanna sleep in.”

operation: keep my girlfriend in bed, was a success ;)

bye i’ve never written so much before. i’ll be back in a leap year lol.

[kuro-after-dark]

Mammon getting cocky 💛

Literally no plot just me horny for Mammon and like no ending but yeah

“Mm! Ah!” You repeated as his cock filled you repeatedly, skin slapping and resounding in your ears. Mammon grunted over and over, smacking your pretty ass red. “Oh! Mammon!” You cried out. “Mammon! Mammon! Yes!”

“That’s right! Whose pussy is this?”

“Mammon!” You arched your back more, trying to take in more of him as you pressed the side of your head into the mattress. “It’s yours! My pussy is yours, only yours!” You were screaming out his name, letting him pound into you like your pretty cunt was made for him. Shit, it basically was at this rate with how many times he’s painted your insides with his cum. You clenched around him at the thought of him filling you. Even if you didn’t want him anymore, your pussy was now fully trained to take him better then anyone else.

“You want me to fill you? To coat your gorgeous little cunt in my cum?“

“Yes sir! I want you cum inside me! Make me yours, over and over!” Your legs were quivering and with each smack of his hand, your body jiggled, making him want to smack it more and more. Your ass was pretty and red and your pussy was tight and swollen, pulling his fat cock back in, pleading for him to cum in you, you pleading to cum on his cock.

“Gonna take all of it, huh? Want more of me, Mc? More of my cock?” He was getting cocky, hearing you cry out. “How much of me do you want, huh? Want me to fuck you anytime you want? Fill you up everywhere? To bend you over each time you get a single thought of me in your head?”

“Yes! Yes! Cum in me, I want to cum so bad, I need you to cum inside me! Please, please, please!” You pleaded, feeling as his hand gripped into your hair, pulling you back. “That feels so good!”

“Cum for me, Mc, that’s right, keep sayin my name.”

Your eyes rolled back, mouth agape and cries spilling from your lips. “Mam—Mammon! I’m cumming! Ahh!” You screamed, clenching your eyes shut, stuffing your head into the pillow to muffle your cries.

Mammon wasn’t having any of that. “No, no, no, let me hear you. That’s right, good girl. Cum for me, so good.” He pulled your head back up and let you freely sing your praises for him. You shook under him and clenched the fabric under you, screaming for him. “Breathe, baby. That’s my human.” He held you as you convulsed, your orgasm sucking all your strength from you. “So damn cute. So fucking perfect.”

“Mmm… Mmmammon.” You slurred his name as you let your body relax into the mattress.

He rubbed your ass, “I still haven’t cum yet, can you still take me?” He kissed your back and though you felt overwhelmed and exhausted, you arched back up for him.

“Let me feel you cum, Mammon.” You turned your head, just enough to look back at him as he started fucking into you, once again. “Yes, I want you to cum inside me, please, let me feel your cum! This pussy is all yours, I belong to you!” Your words went to his head, coaxing him to cum as fast as you could.

“Yeah? Beg more, tell me how much you want me.” He huffed, the words staggered and grunted.

“I want your cum, I want you to fill me over and over again. You always fuck me so good, fuck my pretty pussy till I can’t stand it. It’s like you were made to fuck me. You feel so fucking good, cum in me, please, Mammon.”

He grunted and dug his fingers into your hips, leaning over as if you were now in a mating press. “Mm! S’right, take my fucking—ah! Ah!” He came in you, harder than he thought he ever could, and you could feel each rope as it filled you perfectly. His volume almost outshone yours, his grunts filling your ears. “That’s right. You take it so damn good.”

“That’s my demon, always filling me so good.”

“Mhmm.” He chuckled and pulled out. “Good human. Good girl.” The two of you slumped down into a spooning position and he kissed your neck, bringing smiles to both of your faces.

[kuro-after-dark]

Beggin’

Mammon x fem!reader

A/N: it’s such a shame that it’s kinktober and I barely have the inspiration to write anything for it :(

CW: smut (but it gets a lil fluffy at the end ig), penetrative sex, use of pet names, overstimulation, use of toys, established relationship, restraints, praise, dirty talking

Minors and ageless dni

“Please!”

You must’ve heard that damn word at least a hundred times since starting this session. It was beginning to get old at this point.

“Aww, my poor baby,” you feign sympathy for your boyfriend’s plight as you increase the speed of the vibrating toy nestled against his weeping cock. “Maybe you should have thought about this before you started touching what was mine while I was out.” You smile while taking the toy and tracing it up and down his dick.

You watch as his body arches, beautiful tanned skin glistening with a mix of sweat and the cum from his previous releases before taking away the toy to replace with your own hand as his struggle against the headboard they’d been bound to.

“‘M sorry.” Mammon’s face is tear-stained, strands of snowy hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, “please, it’s too much!”

“But isn’t this what you wanted?” You smile, lips wrapping around his tip as you gently suck, tongue flicking at his slick as his dick twitches in your hand. “You wanted to cum so badly, I’m just giving you what you deserve.”

A lewd moan bubbles in the demon’s chest as his hips stutter upward in to your warm mouth. He’s right at the edge of bliss if only you’d let him fall over it, but you only pull away. There’s a dissatisfied whine that escapes him as you crawl your way up his body, light kisses pressed up his abs, then chest, then finally his neck.

“Please! Can’t-”

“Yes you can, pretty boy.” The way his breath hitches as you sit, trapping his raw cock between your slick warmth and his sticky stomach as you start to grind against its veiny underside makes a sadistic smile settle on your lips. “Look at you, you’re being so good now.”

Mammon’s so sensitive, doing his best not to cry at the pleasure as his nth orgasm starts to build. He can’t think straight- not when you’re moving so sinfully against his spent body, not when the room reeks of sex, and most certainly not when he can hear the beautiful moans cascading from your lips every time his tip nudges your aching clit.

“C-cumming!” The warning choked out as his milky release spurts over his stomach and his eyes roll back.

You only lean down to press soft kisses to his jaw as you raise your hips and take his dick in your hand, pumping it back to life as you slide onto it.

“No more- I can’t take it,” he rasps through tears, surprised he hasn’t started shooting blanks yet, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’ll never touch myself again!”

“Shhh,” your voice is comforting to the demon who feels like every nerve in his body has been set alight as you reach up and untie his hands from the headboard. “Just one more, sweet boy. Make cum and we can be done. Can you do that for me, Baby?”

The demon only whines pathetically as you kiss him, hands moving to land at your hips as you slowly begging to ride him, testing his reactions to see if you truly had gone too far.

When Mammon only thrusts his hips up to meet yours, you know he’s still got more in the tank. He lives to please you, and you both greedily take from each other time and time again in this way.

It doesn’t take long for you to start to feel the makings of your climax, looking at his fucked out expression, tongue lolled out as he pants your name, always excites you.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Baby.” your words come out slightly slurred after he meets you with a slightly harsher thrust, “Always so good for me- fill me up so perfectly. Can you feel it? My pussy wants to milk you dry. You’ll give it to me right?”

Mammon can’t even form words right now, the searing pleasure and burning in his throat stealing them away and replacing them with pitchy groans as your hot, gummy walls do nothing but massage his aching cock. Every slap of your hips against his has his dick twitching and his balls tightening. He just barely has the presence of mind to draw sloppy, tight circles around your engorged clit.

You leaning back, shifting as your hands lean against his quivering thighs so you can watch as your cunt swallows him whole is what finally pushes him screaming your name into oblivion with you right behind him.

“Fuck, I love you so much.” You’re breathless as you sink down one final time, trapping him in your slick, fluttering walls as his seed gushes into you with every delicious throb of his cock.

And Mammon’s equally as breathless, chest heaving as his strong arms wrap around you and he nuzzles into you, allowing you to give him sweet kisses as a form of apology for the best torture you’ve put him through.

“Love you too…” is all he says as his eyes begin to slip closed, lids too heavy to stay open.

Cleaning up can come later. For now, you just enjoy the feeling of your bodies pressed tightly to one another.

・・・〆・・・

End

[kuro-after-dark]

Mammon's Morning Wood

Mammon/AFAB reader (you/your pronouns) 4.2k words

CW: NSFW, oral sex, vaginal fingering

Summary: Mammon wakes up with morning wood and you help him out (written as an established relationship and with a personal head canon that every demon has a small bathroom connected to their rooms because plot convenience).

Another notification rang through his D.D.D., its chirps cutting through the morning haze and rousing him from sleep. Blindly, he felt around until he found it buried in the covers and clicked a button to snooze the alarm.

“Mm…” 

Warmth pressed closer to his chest, a soft floral fragrance tickling his nose. He smiled and nuzzled into your hair, wrapping his arm around your waist to enjoy this for a moment longer.

Until another flurry of dings and chirps began to play through the small speaker buried in the sheets.

“Mm… Mammon…” your sleepy voice croaked, “Turn it off…”

He felt around again and silenced it, but judging by those alerts it was probably some chat conversation he’d have to catch up on. Or Lucifer was trying to get ahold of him to harass him about last night’s party.

Which was totally unfair. Asmodeus was there too and the drinking didn’t get that carried away until he started with his games. Come to think of it, how much had he ended up drinking anyway? He rolled over onto his back and squinted at the screen, lowering the brightness down as far as it’d allow while scrolling through the messages just as a small headache was blossoming. Nothing a little extra sleep couldn’t fix, but turning off the screen and tossing it away worked so much better.

His human rolling over and snuggling up close to him helped plenty~

He looked up at their reflections in the mirror overhead, trying to remember just what had happened last night. You were wearing his shirt, that was a good sign, but you also still had one of your sandals on.

“Hey,” he whispered, watching himself reach around to shake you gently. “Hey, do you remember what happened after the party? Before we went to bed?”

Your face crinkled adorably and you nuzzled closer, tucking your face into his side.

“Oi, don’t do that,” he said in a surprised whisper. “I probably stink!”

You grumbled but wouldn’t budge. If anything, you burrowed closer as if seeking his warmth to hide from the waking world.

So cute. He smiled to himself and looked up at your reflections again, wishing he could enjoy this feeling a little longer but the damn pain in his head was starting to creep in. Washing his face might clear it. Maybe.

He sighed and gently disentangled himself from you, replacing himself with his pillow. Not the same, but should stay warm for a few minutes longer while he brushed his teeth. His heart leapt when you hugged it tight, nuzzling in with a deep breath as if to breathe in his very scent.

So precious. He sat at the edge of the bed and checked his D.D.D. for the time. Still early, plenty of time to let you sleep till breakfast. It was colder than usual though.

“Need pants,” he muttered under his breath, getting up and grabbing a pair of sweats off the floor.

“Mamm?”

He tugged them up over his waist, taking a moment to adjust himself with his back toward you before he looked over his shoulder to meet your questioning eyes.

“I’m just gonna go brush my teeth and wash my face,” he said softly, “I ain’t goin’ far, go back to sleep.”

Soothed, your eyes closed again and you nodded, holding his pillow close.

Ugh, sometimes it was so unfair how cute you could be or the thoughts that would stir in his mind if he lingered too long. Later. You were too tired and probably hungover too anyway. He turned and quietly walked over to the bathroom, leaving the door open just a crack so you could hear him and snapping his fingers to illuminate the glowing crystals overhead.

Instantly he regretted it, the brightness so piercing it took him a second to adjust, the headache coming on full force. He leaned over the counter and squinted at his reflection, his eyes puffy and hair an absolute mess. He watched his reflection and lifted his arm with a curious sniff. Not great, but not bad. He turned on the sink and splashed some water under his arms and across his neck, then leaned over to splash his face, its coolness adding some much needed clarity to the morning slog. 

After toweling off and checking his brow line for any stray hairs, he picked up his toothbrush and squirted a nice dollop of minty freshness on the bristles. Then with one hand still on the counter, he leaned over the sink and started to brush his teeth.

“Mammon?” His name was said so gently, and the door creaked open with your face peering in, glaring up at the glowing crystals.

He leaned over to spit, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Mornin’, did you wanna come brush your teeth too?”

“It’s too early to be awake,” you complained, pushing the door open more and rubbing your eyes.

“It’s not,” he said, picking up his rinse cup and filling it with some water for you. “Here drink some water. You’ll feel better.”

You nodded and walked over to accept the cup, taking a few sips and looking over at your reflection. “Ugh…” you groaned, setting the cup down again. “What happened last night? Did we win?”

He laughed and turned to rinse off his toothbrush. “I… think so? I don’t remember, but if Asmo asks we definitely did.”

You nodded and picked up a brush, closing your eyes again while combing through your hair. 

He picked up the cup and took a sip, swishing it around before spitting in the sink. You’d positioned yourself in such a way that he needed to squeeze passed you to get out the door, but he wanted to give you time to wake up and get ready too.

“‘Scuse,” he said with a hand on your shoulder, “I’m just gonna—”

“I can see your penis.”

He froze and looked down to see the head was peeking just out of the waistband. He chuckled and looked at you through the mirror’s reflection, smirking. “Well yeah,” he said, “you give me morning wood almost every day.”

Your lips pursed. “Did we have sex last night?”

“I’m not sure,” he said, “but I don’t think so? I don’t even remember getting into bed but I think we probably just fell asleep.” He placed his hands on your shoulders and nuzzled the top of your head. “You really did try an’ keep up with us~ I was impressed.”

But you didn’t seem to be. Instead, stubbornly, you said. “I wanted to.”

“I know,” he murmured, kissing your hair. “It’s okay. We both passed out after drinkin’ so much anyway. I do remember you were real flirty and it made Asmo real jealous~”

You pouted, but relented and tilted your head to the side as he kissed down along your temple. “Did you want help with it?”

“With what?” he asked, not sure he was following your meaning.

A subtle smile crossed your face and you turned into him, kissing his chest before looking up at him through your lashes. “Do you need me, love?”

“I always need ya,” he said, running his fingers through your hair. “You know I do.”

“Yes, but…” Your hands were so warm and soft on his chest, eyes alight with mischief as they traveled down to his waistband. “Do you need me?”

Heat rushed to his face and he swallowed, looking down at your fingers sneaking their way into his pants and slowly pulling them down. “I… I’m not gonna ask… it’s okay, I know you’re not feelin’ so g—” He shivered when you reached in and took hold of him, gently caressing his balls with your fingers while feeling his erection with your palm.

“You’re so hard…” you said, feeling over him with such loving care.

“Y-Yeah,” he mumbled. “It gets harder when you touch it, love.”

You grinned up at him and cupped his balls again, pressing your body closer. “You get hard for me?”

“You know I do…” he murmured, headache suddenly not so relevant anymore.

“Let me take care of you,” you said, kissing down his chest as you moved to kneel on the floor. Then you looked up at him and pulled his pants down to his knees, somehow giving him the most innocent expression while his cock extended just a breath from your cheek. “Can I?”

He felt warm, so warm with you smiling up at him. “You don’t hafta… or ask… I mean, shouldn’t I be the one that—”

You turned and held him close, pressing your lips to the base and nuzzling with an affectionate kiss. “You want me, don’t you?” you asked. 

“That ain’t fair,” he murmured, heart picking up when you glanced up at him again, turning to rest your cheek against him, somehow still looking up at him as if you didn’t know exactly what you was doing. “You know I do.”

You smirked a little and closed your eyes, leaning in while lightly caressing your fingers along his length. “You’re so warm… I can feel you getting harder.”

That resonated with him more than he expected, and you giggled.

“You’re such a good boy,” you teased, gently taking hold of him. “Such…” you turned into him again and pressed the flat of you tongue against him and gliding up along the side, gently teasing the tip before licking all the way down again. When he groaned, he could feel your giggle against him and you suckled a loving kiss at mid-length before sitting back on your heels. “A very good boy~”

He leaned forward to rest his hands on the counter, trapping you beneath him and damn if he didn’t enjoy the view. You grinned up at him, giving him a single stroke. 

“So can I?” You asked, reaching up to grab on his pants and tug him closer. “Please~?”

“If you want, but—”

Before he could even say he didn’t mind if you weren’t up for it or had a headache of your own, the warmth of pleasure engulfed him and instead it took everything in him to not immediately thrust into ecstasy.

Your eyes flashed wickedly as your soft little tongue circled slowly, teasing him before you suckled again.

“Oh fuck,” he hissed under his breath, holding the counter tight as a flurry of tingles stirred in his belly. “Babe… go easy on me.”

You giggled and popped off, pressing kisses down his length again. “I can’t help it~ the faces you make are so cute.”

He grunted under his breath. “Yeah, but if you make it feel good too fast it really makes me wanna fuck you.”

“I know,” you murmured, stroking him with a steady pace while looking up at him through your lashes. “I love that look in your eyes most.”

Now the heat rushed upward toward his face, and it must’ve been enough to show because you giggled again.

“Just be good for me and hold still,” you said, sitting up and tucking your hair behind your ear. “If you move too much on your own, I’ll gag.”

“I know,” he mumbled, watching with bated breath as you looked him over as if deciding how you wanted it. He bit his lip, then whined under his breath when you cupped his balls and looked up at him.

“You want me to make you cum?” you asked with a slight tilt of your head.

“Yes,” he whispered.

You grinned and began to stroke him. “I make you feel good, don’t I?”

“Y…Yes,” he whispered, gripping the counter’s edge.

A coy little hum was followed by faster strokes and possessive little kisses just below the head.

“I make you hard, don’t I?”

He blushed and bit his lip, distracted by the tension in his lower abdomen.

“Mammon~?”

“Y-yes,” he said quickly only to moan when you licked away the pre-cum beading at the tip.

“Good boy~” you praised one last time before taking him in, first to swallow him down as far as you could go, then returning to suckling on the tip while you stroked.

He moaned and leaned heavier on the counter, captivated with watching you worship his cock. At first you’d peek up at him now and then, but then you closed your eyes and really got into it. Wetness and slurps coupled with faster strokes were sending his mind reeling, and he looked up in an attempt to distract himself before cumming too fast, but when he saw you head bobbing just above the counter’s reflection…

“L… Little faster,” he whispered, perverse pleasure in watching you go down on him so eagerly, obeying so quickly and picking up the pace. 

Worshipping the Great Mammon… and seeking his pleasure….

“That’s a good human,” he murmured, looking down at you again and holding the back of your head. “Here… let me…” he rocked his hips to rub himself against your tongue and bit his lip again when you relaxed for him so easily, letting him use you. 

“Such a good human,” he praised, moaning under his breath when you answered with a sensual roll of your tongue.

“Fuck…” He let go of your and leaned on the counter again, shallowly rocking his hips while you started to bob again. “Go fast as ya can, love, and I’ll c—”

You really didn’t need any further prompting; eagerly taking hold of him with both hands and working him so expertly. If he didn’t know any better, he might’ve thought you’d sold yourself to Lust but no you were his and only his. He began to whisper meaningless nothings, begging for you to go faster the more the pressure began to build, his balls so heavy and tight—

“N-Nnghh~” he grunted through clenched teeth, rocking his hips forward as a wave of relief crested and warmth flowed. 

You sputtered and sat back with a gasp while his thoughts were still lost amid the sea of ecstasy, his breathy pants filling the space between them for a breath.

Then you sighed and sat down on the floor, taking off his shirt to wipe your mouth. “You came so much,” you said.

“Did I?” he murmured, looking down at you with worry. “Was it too much?”

You looked up at him and grinned. “Nope~ that just means I made you feel real good, doesn’t it? Now move,” you reached up to touch his stomach. “I can’t stand up with you on top of me.”

He couldn’t help smirking at that and you rolled your eyes.

“Mammon, move.”

“Okay, okay,” he mused, reaching down to offer you a hand. “C’mon love, get off the floor.”

You took his hands and he pulled you up to your feet then let out a low whistle when he saw you fully. You always had such sexy lingerie to wear, but it looked like you’d bought another new set just for him. Soft, black lace hung around your hips with a delicate little thong and golden silk bow. The matching bra was equally soft and small, black lace cups supporting below your breasts with golden ribbon laced around your ribs. More black ribbons crisscrossed over your breasts to complete the cup, but…

He swallowed, eyes fixated on your exposed nipples peeking out, excited and perky.

“I wanted to have sex last night…” you whispered softly, bringing your shoulders back. “I’m sorry I wasn’t— h-hey!”

You squealed adorably when he picked you up and sat you down on the counter, still enraptured in admiring the latest wrapping of your choice.

“You bought this for me?” he asked coyly, leaning one hand on the counter and shifting most his weight to the side, really making an effort to play casual while he blatantly stared at your body. You always loved that.

“I did,” you murmured with a pleased hum while you rested against the mirror and spread your legs ever so subtly. “Do you like it?”

“I do,” he said, letting his voice drop low as his greed began to show. “You look pretty.”

“I do?”

He smirked for you, stealing himself an excited little intake of breath.

“Very pretty,” he murmured, lightly tracing his fingertips along your thigh, just enough to make the goosebumps start to appear. “It’s a shame I wasn’t able to enjoy it last night.”

Only… 

Instead you pressed your thighs together and pouted up at him. 

“I’m sorry,” you said, eyes so unbearably sincere. “I was just having so much fun with Asmo too and I didn’t know how much I had—”

He shushed you with a kiss, followed by a little nip on your lip.

“I’m teasing you, love,” he murmured, nuzzling your nose with his. “How bad’s your head hurtin’ that you can’t tell that?”

You made a noise of discontent, and he shushed it with another kiss.

“That’s not nice, Mammon…” you said with a soft whine.

“I know,” he murmured, tracing idle circles on your thigh again. “How can I make it up to ya?”

The subtlest of shivers ran down your leg, and you tilted your chin to ask for another kiss. “What do you have to offer?”

He chuckled and reached up to find the ribbon of your thong, following it along to caress across your belly. “Mm… if you’re still hungover… I could go steal some breakfast for ya for starters,” he said, turning to kiss down your neck. “Let you sleep a little longer~ maybe we could go out for lunch.”

“On a date?” you perked up, tilting your head to the side for him.

“Mhm,” he hummed, opening his mouth to touch his fangs to your skin, teasing you with the promise of a bite that wouldn’t come. “S’one idea…”

You sighed contentedly and your legs relaxed again, spreading ever-so-slightly. “Is that your only idea?”

He chuckled again and tickled your tummy, making you squirm. “I have a few others, mostly ‘cause you know how much I don’t like being in debt.”

“Debt? No,” you leaned away from him, even reached up to grab his chin and push him back to look at his face. “I wanted to make you f—”

He nipped your palm, amused. 

Your cheeks turned pink and you pouted again. “You’re teasing too much.”

He reached up to hold your arm, turning to kiss your inner wrist. “Can’t you tell when I’m flirting with you yet?” he said, kissing further up your arm. “Does your head really hurt?”

“A little…”

“Do you wanna go lay down some more?”

“In… a minute…”

He chuckled and gazed at you, rubbing his cheek against the softness of your inner arm. “Do you need me to make you feel good too?”

Your blush deepened and you nodded.

“Alright,” he murmured, shifting his weight to both feet as he reached down to pinch the ribbons of your thong. “Lemme help you~”

You bit back a smile and wrapped your arms around his neck, lifting your hips so he could slide off your thong with ease. When you sat down on the counter again, he grabbed the backs of your knees and spread your legs further, leaning back to admire you.

“Wait…” he raised a brow, “Are you already wet, love?”

You blushed again and looked away, mumbling, “I like to make you feel good…”

“You’re so sexy,” he said under his breath, unable to resist grabbing your sides and kissing you again. You squeaked in surprise and he took it as an opportunity to deepen the kiss, moaning when he tasted himself on your tongue. Your moans tasted even sweeter, and he joined you when you hugged tighter, threading your fingers through his hair. 

Your body was so soft in his hands, and he could feel every breath expanding in your lungs. Would he ever get used to just how delicate you felt in his hold? Or perhaps…

“Lemme go, love,” he murmured, turning to kiss down your neck again. “I can’t do much if ya hold me too tight.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, your arms relaxing for him. 

“It’s okay~” he mused, giving you a playful nibble while he reached up to rub the underside of your breasts with his thumbs. “Hold me tight later~”

Your breath hitched when he caressed again, this time sweeping his thumbs just below your nipples. “Mammon… I’m not sure if I…”

“I’ll be gentle,” he said, kissing down your chest. “If it bothers ya too much, I’ll stop, okay? But you did clear my headache~”

You laughed and then gasped softly when he latched, capturing your nipple in his mouth and surrounding it with wet heat. Your back arched and he closed his eyes, licking to coax it to harden.

“M-Mammon—” you keened softly, fingers finding his hair again.

He hummed in response, reaching up to cup your other breast, not wanting to leave it wanting while he suckled. Again you gasped, pressing your chest closer while holding him tight, making him chuckle again. Your tits were always so sensitive~

“That feels good,” you whispered, “Pinch me…”

He let out a playful growl and bit around you, drawing out an excited squeal.

“O-Oh!”

Ugh, why did you have to make such delicious sounds?

He let go only to move to the other and latch again, wanting to see both nice and perky.

“Mammon…” you breathed, his name so tender on your tongue while you pet his hair.

Good human.

He hummed again and felt up your thigh, turning his palm up to touch you with his middle finger. Your hips twitched in surprise, but your legs spread further and he took that as an invitation. Your slit was already starting to wet, but he could do better. First gentle strokes, nothing more than enjoying the soft velvet of your inner labia. 

So… soft…

He moaned around you, lazily rolling his tongue around your nipple as blood started to rush south again.

“Mammon…” you whispered again, tugging at his hair. “Don’t… tease….”

“I won’t,” he murmured, pressing his finger in closer until he felt where your opening was. He couldn’t help smirking to himself as he rubbed around it, feeling you squirm and wet even further. 

“Mammonnn,” you whined.

“Are you ready for more?”

“Yes,” you whined, tugging again. “Mammon, don’t tease.”

“Okay, love,” he cooed gently, kissing up your chest to your neck where he nipped your nape. Then he curved his finger and bit back a groan when he felt you clench already. “Whatever you want~” he said, pushing in slowly to his second knuckle.

Your body quivered, so hot and soft and wet. This time he couldn’t hold back the soft moan of appreciation as he started to pump in slowly, curving his finger up to focus on the spot that always seemed to make you writhe.

A pleased sigh tickled his bangs, your arms wrapped around his neck. You slouched back, angling your hips to make it easier for him while one of your legs hooked around his hip.

“More…” you said softly, sending even more blood rushing down.

He groaned under his breath, pumping faster. “How’s that?”

You mewled, hips squirming as you tried to fuck yourself. “More,” you whined.

He pulled out his finger and added a second, pushing them in together until you keened.

“How’s that?” he asked coyly, setting a steady rhythm again and stroking that spot, determined to make you cum. 

Your leg pulled him closer and you held him so tight.

“More,” you panted, arousal lubricating his fingers as clenches began to squeeze even tighter, almost desperately. “M-More—”

He hummed and nipped just below the corner of your jaw, riding out your desperate ruts and using them to find the rhythm you needed. The wetter you got, the harder he felt and he moaned into your neck, losing himself to the sensations. Hot. Wet. Tight. Wet.

Hot.

Hotter.

Tight.

Tighter.

Your legs began to shake and your arms held him so tight.

“M-Mamm—”

Wet.

“M-Mamm-”

Wetter.

The sweetest keen greeted him, a rush of wet and tight surrounding his fingers. He moaned, easing his affections and keeping them in deep as your orgasm rippled around him, your embrace so tight like you needed him to anchor you while your mind slipped into euphoria.

Your breathing eventually settled into deep, greedy gasps, arms relaxing and leg slipping off his hip. He gently pulled out his fingers and stood up enough to see your face, pleased to see you so content. 

“How was that?” he asked, nuzzling your nose again.

“Mm…” you hummed, closing your eyes and nuzzling back. “I feel better~”

“Yeah?” He chuckled. “Glad to hear it.”

“Mm…” you hummed again, petting him and playing with his hair, then lightly scratching his scalp with manicured nails. “Did you get hard again?”

He smirked. “‘Course I did, but only a little. It ain’t anything to worry about.”

Your hands moved to his shoulders, pushing him to stand back. Your eyes were languid, yet mischievous. “Will you carry me to bed?”

“Sure, lemme just—”

You wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him in close, pressing your wet, hot cunt right up against him.

“And give me more?” You purred, rolling your hips in one, sensual, roll.

He groaned under his breath, making you smile.

“Yeah,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around your lower back and lifting you off the counter, already turning toward the bedroom. “Yeah, I can do that.”

You giggled and crossed your ankles, clinging close and nuzzling into his chest as he carried you. “I love you,” you said.

He kissed your hair, heart full of a warmth he’d never known without you.

“I love you too.”

[kuro-after-dark]

Backshots with mammon! I feel like he’s an ass guy🤔

omg nonnie no bc you’re so right 🤲🏼 side note, i got so excited over this bc i got another mammon thirst AAAAA!!! thank u nonnie <3

Mammon loves seeing your expression whenever you two have sex, he loves seeing your face fall apart because of his cock, he loves it when your eyes roll back in pleasure but the avatar of greed also has a thing for your ass. As beautiful as your face is, Mammon loves having it pressed against the mattress while he takes you from behind.

The way the fat of your ass jiggles with each desperate thrust of his hips; the way his glistening cock disappears inside you; the way his heavy balls harshly slap against your clit—Mammon adores it all, especially your muffled whimpers and moans. Since he is an ass guy, he surely doesn’t forget to give it attention; Mammon’s hands are pretty big and he uses that to his advantage by squeezing and groping your ass, he also doesn’t shy away from slapping your ass until a print of his hand appears there to let everyone know you’re his. And instead of grabbing your hips to drive his thrusts deeper, Mammon prefers to dig his hands into your ass to plough into you, leaving crescent-shaped marks on your skin—if he’s feeling a little extra (when is he not?) he’d use his hands to part the globes of your ass to get a better view of his cock stretching out your sopping cunt. Oh, how you take him so so well <3

Of course when Mammon cums, he’d very much paint your behind with his hot cum—one hand eagerly working over his hard cock to get every last bit of his cum onto your bare skin, and the other hand squeezing your ass to keep him grounded; there’s just something about the way his translucent essence looks against your soft skin, especially on your ass.

i love him sm your honour

[kuro-after-dark]

I am actually so horny for mammon.

I keep thinking about how he would text you nasty things and keep on sending, but you’re ignoring him or you just can’t reach your phone!!! and he keeps on getting hornier and hornier so he starts to jerk himself off, but typing with one hand is hard so he just sends voice messages. but then!!! that’s too hard too so he just turns on the camera and all of the sudden you have at least 20 texts from him and it’s literally just him being greedy needy and desperate.

And the last text is him in post nut clarity like

“man I got carried away.”

“💀💀💀”

“well I hope this makes you nice and wet/hard. I need to see just how much this turned ya on.”

“If you send pretty pictures I might give you a mammon exclusive 👹”

The best part is that you have no idea what a mammon exclusive means. A get rich quick scheme?? Some head? Pictures or something? It could even be some fucking ramen.

God I’m in love with him

[kuro-after-dark]

Surprising mammon for his birthday with some absolutely sinful gold lingerie. You spend the night worshipping him, showing your devotion and greediness for him, taking your sweet time with his sensitive body

𓏲 ࣪₊ hbd to our mans hes getting smacked between us all like a volleyball holding on for dear life <3

› cw : f!reader, lingerie, body worship, praise, nipple play, hickies, handjob, petnames (baby, honey), anal fingering, ball fondling

Your skin prickled with anticipation and heat, not even the cool air inside the bedroom worked to combat the fever stoked by arousal. The chain clasped around your neck, draping down your chest in interlocked mesh did little to ground you.

It was extravagant, something he rarely got to indulge in anymore but tonight was a treat; what could be more fitting for the Avatar of Greeds birthday than his beloved in trappings of gold just for him to unravel? You bit your lip, hands roaming your skin feeling far too needy for his touch.

But patience comes first, he went out with Asmodeus to do some shopping which means he'll be doubly surprised when he opens the door. Fortunately you don't have to wait much longer, hearing his telltale footsteps coming up the hallway as you rise to sit perched on your legs folded beneath you. It felt like that earlier desire was now a string fully pulled taught by ghostly fingers.

With a grin that nearly hurts your cheeks you watch as it takes his brain several moments to catch up to what his eyes see, mouth slightly agape as he takes you in. In a rush he fumbles with the door, dropping shopping bags at his feet.

"What are ya-"

"Happy birthday!" You tip your head back to laugh, purposely showing off your gold dripped breasts.

As your giggle tapers off you rise to your feet, padding over to him to take his hands in yours, noticing how hot his skin feels.

"Ya wearing that just for me?" You don't miss how his voice cracks on the last syllable. Stopping just before the bed you gently place your hands on his chest, humming in affirmation as they run down over the soft material of his shirt stopping to slip your fingertips beneath the hem and reveling in the way his breathing hitches at the contact.

"Mhm," you place a kiss to the side of his throat, "just for you...". The air is balmy as his hands hesitantly rest at your sides, as if for a split second he wonders if he's dreaming.

Encouragingly you drag his shirt up over his stomach, dragging your lips up his throat, over his jaw, before finding purchase at his lips in a kiss that devoured all air in your lungs. As he backed you up the rest of the way, until you felt the edge of the mattress hit the back of your knees, you pulled back to slow him. With a soft tch you help him pull his shirt off then toy with the waistband of his jeans before he eagerly slid them off as well.

"Thought ya said it was mine to unwrap?" He asked. Gingerly you palm his erection through his boxers, eyes half lidded as you guide him to lay on his back letting you straddle his hips. The sharp intake of breath as you slide your pussy, barely covered in a thin scrap of satin, against him makes you nearly moan.

He looks so gorgeous beneath you, hair tousled and skin already gleaming with sweat in the low light.

"It is, but what kind of birthday would it be if I didn't give you something extra special, hm?" You murmur as your fingers curl around the band of his boxers, enjoying the slight whine that slips past his lips.

His eyes are glued to you, rapt with want as you wiggle your hips again, friction working like pieces of flint to spark embers in your tummy and make your clit throb. Again you tell yourself to be patient, bending down to nip at his jawline before daring to swipe your tongue along his neck, sucking and grazing the flesh with your teeth to create vivid purple bloom across his clavicle.

Teasingly you roll his nipples between both thumbs and indexes, swallowing his whines as you bring your lips back up to his and his hands knead against your ass. In jerky motions his hips buck against you, desperate for that earlier friction as you pinch and lightly tug at his nipples.

It's easy to tell he's getting impatient, needy and you answer his breathy moans by slipping his boxers down. In a flash he's gotten the idea already, raising his hips to help you slide them off as his cock springs out of its confines to lightly hit against his abdomen. The swollen red tip makes you nearly start drooling, tongue sliding across your bottom lip with the faint remembrance of salty, thick cum coating it.

But that's not what you have in mind tonight, it just wouldn't be enough to show him how deep your affection for him runs. Softly you wrap one hand around his shaft, slight, slow pumps as he throws his head back against the pillows with a moan so deep you can feel how wet its got you.

"Feel good, baby?" You purr, keeping the pace languid to feel him throb in your hand. Instantly a deep flush spreads across his cheeks, one hand clawing at your thigh as the other lays against the top of his head.

"Everything ya do feels good," he grunts out the last part, already breathing heavy as your thumb smears precum across his tip.

"You know you're everything I ever wanted?" Your other hand reaches between both your legs to fondle his balls, a sweet spot you found early on in your relationship. Between the ragged breathing and the whiny moans you know he can't answer you, but you didn't really anticipate he would so you continue.

"You're so wonderful, always taking care of me," you bend back down to ghost your lips over his as you finish in a whisper, "let me take care of you baby, yeah?"

You pick up your pace, reaching over as you sit back to grab the lube resting on the bed. It's something he shyly brought up to you one day, something you've been saving for just this occasion. It slides out of the tube cold and sticky, easily enough to do one handed although some drips against the bedspread, forgotten.

Lightly your index circles his hole, gently building up to insertion so as not to cause any pain while your other hand keeps up its steady strokes against his cock. The way his jaw drops open in a silent moan as your first knuckle slides past the ring of muscle is absolutely sinful, searing itself into the back of your eyelids.

"You're doing so good, honey" you coo at him, barely holding it together yourself watching the way hes unraveling as you introduce more of your index. Tactfully you twist your hands around his cock, gliding against the skin as he sloppily pushes his hips up to chase the movement. When he stills for a moment you start sliding the digit in and out in a nice, steady rhythm.

"S'too much-" he chokes out, the hand above his head clenching part of the pillow in a white knuckle grip. "Feels good fuck-"

He cuts himself off in a strangled cry while your hand keeps pumping regardless, feeling the slow throb of his cock as warm cum spurts against his stomach, milking him as you place sweet kisses against his cheek.

Your noses brush as your hands leave him, groping for the hand towel that was also laying somewhere beside you on the bed. As you clean up in loving movements his breathing steadies against and his hands caress your sides, making you giggle.

"I get the rest of this present now, yeah?" He murmurs weakly, making your stomach do summersaults.

"Of course you do, birthday boy."

[kuro-after-dark]

18+ mdni

sub!mammon x dom!gn reader

warnings : blood, use of whore, use of “good boy” he begs and cries :3

authors note : i tried but i have not written anything in so long.

“a..ah.. careful” the man beneath you says breathlessly, his heart raced in his chest. his body begged for you to touch him, it was like an itch that he wished for you to scratch for him, only you could help him.

mammon felt so vulnerable with you atop of him, his cock ached to be touched but you had so cruelly ignored it, deciding to tease the man until he breaks.

and mammon was so painstakingly close to that point, his point of begging, and begging for you to touch him. for you to do anything to satiate that desire that burned deep in his chest.

but you weren’t that easy to convince, it wasn’t so easy to break your walls down. usually mammon’s pride had gotten in the way of him begging, pleading, shivering in his need for you.

however now wasnt like his usual in anyway, now you had him shaking under you. his body had betrayed him and against his better judgment he thrusts against you, hoping for any sort of friction on his throbbing cock.

mammon didnt care about the punishment he’d receive, his mind was foggy and he could only think of the pleasure you should be giving him right now.

his body moved painstakingly slow against your own, he lets out a gasp. “please…” he begins to beg, he had broken.

“i need you.. need you to touch me please.. i cant handle this.. i need you so bad that it hurts”

you didn’t relent, only allowing him to rub against you, but you kissed him softly and he relished in the presence of your lips against his own. “o..oh..” he breathes out, shakily and heavily.

he was practically drooling when you finished kissing him, and mammon frowns as you stand up off of him and leave the room.

“why would you do this to me now…” he thinks to himself, his thoughts raced with anticipation of where you could be going, what you could be getting. could it be something to finally make him feel good? his body ached for it.

when you return he lets out a shaky breath, he noticed the toy you had in your hand and he’d never been more glad that he’d prepped himself beforehand. god he was such a whore, he’d planned this.. he knew it was coming. all he wanted was your attention, he craved it.

you pull his underwear off and grab the lube that was in the drawer of the bedside table next to the bed. pouring some onto your hand and slowly pressing a finger inside of him, methodically thrusting it in. just enough to make him want more.

“please..” he pleads in a soft voice, his pride had fallen and it was only you he’d let see him this vulnerable and open. you continue to finger his hole, he clenched around your fingers.

“such a good boy for me..” you whisper in his ear, the words sent the man reeling. he runs his hand down your cheek, softly caressing you. little reminders of how much he loved you, even if he was bad with saying it.

you remove your fingers after awhile, and apply lube to the toy before slowly pushing it into mammon. his body shook, he was so overwhelmed by finally being touched by you.

his mind went wandered, he laid there just staring at you with glossed over eyes, and he bit his lip so hard he thought it’d bleed.

but then again, you’d like that. he bets you’d lick up the blood from his lip and with no doubt he’d come on the spot if you did so.

he gasps as you start to thrust the toy into him, he pushed himself down against it. mammon wanted it deeper and when you noticed, deeper you pushed it. you had started to jerk him off and he felt the tears prickle in his pretty eyes as the pleasure overtakes him. you still moved your hand on him achingly slow, teasingly.

“a..ah please.. i need more..” he begs you, and you deliver, speeding up the pace of your ministrations, as he thrusts up into your hand. you leave the toy in mammon, turning on the vibrator in his ass and focusing on the handjob you were giving him. mammon lets out a choked sob.

“i.. im close” he moans softly, your lips quirk up into a smile. you put his cock in your mouth, catching him by surprise. and he puts his hands on the bed sheets, gripping them tightly.

you quickened your pace more, he thrusted up into your mouth subconsciously, his body was moving on its own at this point. “a..ahh..” he moans as he thrusts up once more.

“im coming..” he yells and you take him as deep as you can. mammon comes down your throat, and you swallow it the best you can.

[kuro-after-dark]

Drabble: Alleyway Antics

Thinking about Dabi who gets a certain high after a successful mission. He's grinning wide with steam rolling off his shoulders and a bounce in his step, a bit of extra, cocky, swagger in every move he makes. Those beautiful eyes of his, almost glowing with excitement . The thrill he gets from knocking some heroes down a few pegs or more is only amplified by one thing and that's you, who's now being shoved against a dirty, dimly lit alley wall.

You barely have time to register what's happening, you'd just made a clean exit and Dabi had immediately ushered you into the first dark corner he could find. The second he closed in on you, you could feel how hard he was through his jeans. You knew he got a thrill from the fighting, but this was more than you'd expected, yet not at all unwelcome.

Dabi is quick to latch his scorching hot mouth onto yours, his tongue bullying its way in and exploring every crevice, while his hands busied themselves with undoing the button and zipper of your bottoms.

Nothing but soft whimpers and groans leave the two of you as he begins to grind his hard cock against your thigh. You'd been trying to undo his belt buckle, but he's aching for relief and not in the mood to be patient.

Your head spins at the speed of which he swats your hands away and flips you around to bend over, pressing your cheek against the rough wall. The familiar clinking of his belt and jeans has you squeezing your thighs together in anticipation, you arch your back just a bit more, wiggling your ass at him in the process and earning a throaty groan from Dabi, "Shit, Doll, trying to make me bust early?"

You giggle and wiggle your hips again, receiving a light smack on your ass in return. You look over your shoulder then and notice his cock standing at full attention, precum oozing from the reddened, pierced tip and moan softly, suddenly very aware of how soaked your panties are, "Dabi...need you."

"Fuckin' thought so" Dabi rasped, both hands grabbing your bottoms and yanking them down to your thighs, panties and all. He wastes almost no time, using one hand to hold your hip in place and the other to swipe the head of his cock through your dripping folds a few times before shoving his length into you fully, bottoming out in the first harsh thrust.

"Good girl" he mutters, kissing the back of your shoulders as he begins thrusting into your sloppy cunt. The lewd sounds the two of you are making has your cheeks burning, but you're too blissed out to complain. He's got you pulled so your back is flush against his chest as he fucks you, his mouth right next to your ear muttering a mix of sweet nothing's and the dirtiest things you've ever heard. That, in combination with the way the piercings lining his cock hit just the right spots inside you, have you approaching your peak quickly. He can tell by how you start babbling his name, pleading with him "P-please, Dabi, so close, please."

"Yeah? You wanna cum on my cock already?" He grunts, angling his hips slightly, trying to find that one spot to make you see stars... And he does. "You'd better. I want that pussy to milk me dry, baby. Do it, cum f'me. Cum f'your man."

Your orgasm hits you like a truck, you're shaking and sobbing his name as you're clenching uncontrollably around his girth. "Fuck, that's it baby", Dabi erratically ruts into you a few more times and he's groaning your name seconds later, soaring over the edge as he paints your insides white with his overly hot, thick cum.

The two of you spend a few moments coming down from your highs and catching your breath. Dabi helps you gain your footing and straighten up before tucking himself back into his jeans and pressing you back against the wall in a heated kiss.

"Ya know, Doll, I thought you were gonna stop me" he grinned down at you, an eyebrow raised as he awaited your response. "Figured ya wouldn't be too keen on getting your brains fucked out in an alley."

You shrug and smirk up at him, "Maybe you're not the only one who gets off on fighting."

He chuckled and leaned in to kiss you again "Such a naughty girl."

[kuro-after-dark]

Ro!!! Ro!!!!! Mammon yeah? Still with me??? With a hand kink- he knows how much you love his hands and he knows how to use them😍😍😍

Nsfw!

Oooooh yes nonnie I’m with you !!! 🤭

Mammon knows he’s skilled with his hands.

He has to be when cheating playing cards~

But even better then that he loves watching you come undone on his fingers.

Having you sit in his lap, your back against his chest, his fingers playing with your clit and sliding, teasing your wet folds.

The veins on his hands ‘n arms a little more prominent too, after all he’s so focused on fucking his long, pretty fingers into your messy cunt.

Pushing you over the edge again ‘n again, until tears are running down your cheeks and you’re begging him between broken sobs and half moans to stop or at least slow down-

Only hearing him chuckle right against your ear, his voice practically a purr as he tells you, ‘But you’re doing so good for me, c’mon I know ya can give me another one.…lemme spoil my pretty baby~.’ now how can you say no to him?-

Mammon letting out a low moan when he feels you clinch around his fingers at the praise, watching your face change. the way your cheeks heat up and you bite your lip as he moves his hand, fingers hitting a new spot inside of you that has you cumming again~ Eyes rolling back as you moan his name, the demon behind you smirking as he presses a few kisses to your neck and waits for you to ride out your orgasm….

“How about one more?” fuck he really is greedy-

[kuro-after-dark]

The Game

Mammon x fem!reader smut

Summary: in which you play a naughty game with the Avatar of Greed and lose but you still gets a reward anyway.

🔞r18 content🔞

Minors and ageless blogs DNI or you’ll be blocked

CW: use of toys, facefucking, public sex, cream pie, light degradation, implied breeding kink (ig) exhibition kink i think I got everything

Imagine playing a game with your favorite demon. It’s just a small simple game: you’ll both wear a vibrating toy for the entirety of the day and who ever cums first is at the mercy of the winner- they have to do what ever the winner asks for 24 hours starting from the end of the game. Sounds easy, right? And that’s how you hook him into your fun.

Mammon agrees- always so eager to see you bend to his will. He’s already thinking about what he’ll make you do when he wins. Some of those thoughts are innocent, others are more naughty however. He doesn’t quite realize what he’s signing himself up for just yet. Doesn’t realize that when you play these kinds games you play for keeps.

You smile sweetly as you tape the toy around his cock. This is all part of your plan. You want to see him coming undone over and over again when you win and you’ll do anything to make that happen.

You slip your own toy inside easily, nestling it just right against your g-spot, and hand him the control to it. You’ve got the control to his and you both click them on to the lowest setting and go about your day.

As you sit in the classes you share at RAD, you take great pleasure in dialing up the intensity on him suddenly for a few seconds. Watching him try to hide the gasp he lets out while subtly readjusting his very obvious erection is entertaining- especially when he returns the favor.

You’ll give the demon credit for his resolve and self-control. You thought for sure by lunch at the latest, he’d have made a nice little mess in his slacks for you to clean up but the both of you are still going strong in your little competition.

It’s when you arrive back at the House of Lamentation that another idea pops into your mind. There was a new club in the red-light district you’d been wanting to drag Mammon to so once you two drop off your school bags and change into something much more appropriate for a club, that’s where you head.

The atmosphere is charged with sexual energy the minute you walk in. Erotic moans and lewd slapping of skin against skin fills your ears and turns you on even more than the constant hum of the vibrator inside you.

Mammon knows exactly what you’re doing the moment, you push him down onto one of the many couches and staddle him. He opens his mouth to playfully accuse you of cheating in your guy’s game, but you silence him by turning the intensity of his vibrations to max. The demon’s head falls back as he moans, hips jolting up against yours to seek more friction to which you only smile and oblige with a roll of your own. His body is shaking with the way you grind against the tent in his pants, slow at first, but then growing in intensity and speed.

He looks up at you with such pretty, hooded eyes, pupils blown out in lust. The sight of you above him, clearly enjoying yourself as you hump his clothed cock, makes his balls tighten with anticipation of stuffing your pretty pussy full of his cum. He just needs to hold on just a little bit longer. You have to finish first.

And finish first you do, when Mammon has enough of the one-sided torture and turns the vibrations inside you to the highest setting. You make such a pretty mess all over his lap as your hips jerk and twitch. Your release soaks right through the lovely lace panties and leaves a sopping wet patch on the front his pants.

With the game won, Mammon smirks in victory as he lifts you up and lays you on the couch. He leaves your toy on allowing it to drive you toward overstimulation as he takes the remote from your hand and switches his off.

“Looks like ya lost, treasure,” that shit-eating grin never falls from his face. “You know what that means, right?”

You nod as your eyes watch his hands undo his pants and pull his leaking cock out.

“Open.”

You obey the simple command as he thrusts roughly into your hot, wet mouth. Mammon’s eyes flutter closed as he exhales a sigh of relief and it’s not long before the demon is chasing his own high, using that pretty mouth of yours as his own personal fleshlight.

“Y’re gonna be my perfect lil’ cumdumpster tonight, got it?”

The sound of your agreement only excites him further as the coil that had been winding in his stomach all day finally snaps and thick spurts of his pearlescent release shoot down your throat.

He rides out his first high with slow thrusts, eyes rolling back every time you swallow around him until he withdraws.

“On your knees, baby.” He smirks as you submit, his hands smoothing up your drenched thighs and pushing your skirt out of his way. Your panties go next, giving the demon and unobstructed view of you weeping cunt, clenching and unclenching around the toy still lodged inside.

Mammon pulls out the device setting it on the couch as he mounts you like an animal in heat. His dick glides in easily, all the fluids making a squelching sound and he sets a brutal pace from the get go.

You gasp as you try to rock back into him to get the demon as deep as possible. Watching the other demons around you participating in their own sexual escapades or other stopping theirs to watch the two of you makes you clench impossibly harder around Mammon’s cock.

“You like bein’ watched? Like all of these losers see how good I fuck this pussy?” He laughs as you nod a loud squeal of pleasure erupts from you has his fingers work roughly around your clit. “Dirty little slut. Since you wanna be watched so bad, let’s give ‘em a show.”

Mammon changes your positions. You’re sitting on his lap, facing the crowd of onlookers as he holds your legs open for all to see how your cunt greedily swallows his shaft. He bounces you easily on his lap. Up and down, up and down. It makes your eyes roll back in your head as you arch your back.

It feels so good, the way the veins in his girthy shaft rub so sweetly against every sensitive spot in your needy pussy, how his cockhead bullies your g-spot relentlessly. It makes your toes curl and your core begin to tighten unbearably. You try to warn him that you’re about to cum, but one glance at everyone around you, pleasuring themselves to your downright pornographic display, sends you over the edge.

An absolutely mind blowing orgasm washes over your body goes taut and you scream out. Your release gushes out of you soaking the couch beneath you as you feel Mammon pull you down once more and fill your spasming cunt with his thick seed enough for it to dribble out and down his balls.

Your body shakes as you slowly start to come down and heave ragged breaths. You can hear him chuckle in your ear.

“Oh, Baby, we ain’t done yet.”