#lemon-scented

[narrators-journal]

HIHIHIHIHI:3 I saw ur request box open can u pls write Loki helps goro breed (f)Reader ?

My brain has been absolutely NOTHING but Ryomina. Be it Smut or general thoughts, it’s alllll just Ryomina EXCLUSIVELY. Sooooooo, I. Struggled. Akechi never struck me as someone who would hook up with anyone outside of mayyyybe joker, and even then I don’t entirely see their chemistry. Loki? Yeah, I could see him being a horny bitch, but not so much his user lololol. So cooking up a scenario that fit the prompt was a bit tricky.

So! I just went HAM. I just leaned into some fun experimentation on how to portray some smut. So! It’s short, a lot is left up to imagination, it’s a little vague, but I hope it’s still enjoyable and fun in some way.

CW: implied non-con, teratophilia, and pregnancy! Be warned! There’s also pretty blatantly stated blackmail. Please be very mindful as you read below the cut.

The human body is almost known for its durability. A tumble down a cliffside, gunshots, stabbings, freezings, all had a chance of survival. So, it wasn’t a surprise that the human body was capable of being stretched and filled to an insane amount, right? Your belly may bulge, and your skin may be littered with varied cuts and bite marks, but you could survive. You didsurvive.

Your skin was decorated in scars that varied in their severity, and the strength of your reputation as a star was hung over your head like some fucked up version of mistletoe, but you were alive to tell the tale. If...it wasn’t a story that would’ve gotten you thrown into the grippy sock hotel.

But, regardless of whether or not you’d be believed, you were alive. You’d survived being stuffed to the brim with an inhuman cock, and you’d lived when the nightmare Zebra, bull thing that loomed over you had filled your belly with enough molten desire that your skin had felt ready to split apart. Of course, you couldn’t mention what had happened with that demon, but you...could move on from it. You could...do what Akechi demanded and hopefully get him to erase the video he’d taken. Then, you can finally completely forget what had happened.

The way that demon’s cock had slowly drug against every inch of you, the feeling of his claws when they bit into the skin of your sides and back, the...way something seemed to lingerin your body, even after the demon had filled you until boiling...fluid, had begun to drip out of you. You could leave it all behind, get rid of it in some way. Right?

All you could do was hope. Hope, and survive the rancid predicament once again.

[toytulini]

okay

[thunderstruck9]

Hayley Barker (American, 1973), Lemon-Scented Gum, 2023. Oil on linen, 258.5 x 213 cm.

[mnikhowozu]

the naughty naughty furry as promised :') there's an uncensored version too, maybe i'll post to my patreon if there's interest

[jillraggett]

Plant of the Day

Saturday 27 January 2024

This tender sub-shrub Pelargonium crispum 'Variegatum' (variegated lemon geranium) has an upright habit with rounded, crispy-edged, lemon-scented leaves margined with creamy-white. Plants produce small pale pink flowers in clusters.

Jill Raggett

[pool-core]

[brainrotexe]

Wriolette/Neuvithesley | ao3 fanfic | smut | 2.3k 🔞

Intoxicated by brainrotexe

[the-lady-writes-what]

How the Brothers react to you riding them, Lucifer

Pretty much All Porn/No Plot, so minors be warned (and stay out)

Content: cowgirl and switches to missionary, praise, sub! reader, bondage, use of "good girl," slightly condescending Lucifer, slightly mean Lucifer, creampie, mild cum play

These are all my own head canons. Don't be mean about it.

Asmo Levi Mammon Beel Belphie Satan

🔞NSFW Content Below! 18+ Only! Minors DNI!🔞

Headcanons:

I know for a fact this man is packing. You can't tell me he doesn't have a dick that matches his pride. The literal incarnation of Vanity and Pride is not going to be small. You will need some prep first

Lucifer only lets you on top if you've been a really good girl

He can and WILL turn the tables on you if you're too slow or not working for it and put you on your back

On a slightly sillier note, Lucifer will put on some music to warn his brothers not to enter. It's usually classical music or jazz (don't ask me why, I just have a feeling). Blasting "Unholy" by Sam Smith ft. Kim Petras is also on the table (again, don't ask)

Oh? You wanted to ride him so badly, well, you're going to have work for it. Lucifer is going to lay back and watch you ride him, struggling to keep a fast pace like he demands. No, no, don't stop. You wanted this remember? There just no end in sight. He's a demon, what did you expect his stamina to be?

He likes watching your face twist up and your hips move up and down him, the sweat beading down your face and neck.

If he's in a particularly sadistic mood, Lucifer with tie your hands behind your back or hold your wrists

All that being said, Lucifer isn't a complete monster. He sees you working really hard on chasing that orgasm. You're doing so well, you're such a good girl for him. You're riding his cock perfectly. Yes, just like that.

Seeing as he probably has the most discipline out of all the brothers, I bet he can come for days. I'm not even joking. When I say that he could come for five minutes straight, I'm not exaggerating. Plus, he's a demon.

Hot. You felt so hot. Like, impossibly hot. You were naked as the day you were born, not a thing on you except Lucifer's tie wrapped around your wrists and binding your hands behind your back. Sweat beaded down the side of your face and neck like fat diamonds. Lucifer, beneath you, was equally undressed but looking cool as a cucumber. You straddled his hips. His cock buried inside you to the hilt.

Lucifer smirked up at you, laughing as you struggling to take him. He shifted his hips ever so slightly and made you whimper.

"What's the matter, MC?" Asked Lucifer. "You said you can take it?"

"I-I can." You whined.

"So do it, then. Ride me like you mean it," said Lucifer.

You bounced up and down his cock with renewed fervor. Your nails dug into your forearms, biting into your skin. You chewed on your bottom lip. Lucifer filled you up so nicely, so completely. The fit was snug even after having Lucifer eat you out and edge you for what felt like eternity. You shivered each time you slammed your hips down and took him all the way into your body. With that smug look on his face, Lucifer was of no help to you. After all, you wanted this, as he reminded you.

"L-Lucifer..."

"Yes, love?"

"Please...I need more. I want to come so bad."

"Oh? You want to come, do you?" Said Lucifer. He bucked his hips upwards.

Your eyes rolled back into your skull as Lucifer rocked up into you. You panted and moaned for him. The music hiding your cries were a godsend, if the phrase could be pardoned at such a time and place. You'd be mortified if Lucifer's brothers heard you screaming out his name. Lucifer had classical music playing in the background as you fucked yourself on his cock. Nothing with lyrics to distract you from Lucifer's voice.

"Come on, MC. I know you can take it. I know you can take so much more than this. All you have to do is say the words."

You moved your hips up and down and to the rhythm Lucifer set. White-hot, scorching heat enveloped your brain. Gods, you needed to come so bad.

"L-Lucifer, please...please fuck me. Please, sir. I need it." You pleaded.

A broad, wicked smile crossed his face. "Good girl," said Lucifer.

In a flash, you were on your back and looking up at the ceiling. Lucifer came into your vision to tower over you when you're most vulnerable. Without ever pulling out, he started fucking you with wild abandon. Lucifer draped your legs over his shoulders. This position allowed him more access and reach deeper than before. He lifted your hips and lower back off the mattress, a small mercy on your hands tied behind you at the based of your spine. At least this way your body wasn't squishing your bound hands.

"May this be a lesson you remember, MC, about trying to biting off more than you can chew." Lucifer grunted as he slammed into you over and over.

Your toes curled as he pounded you into the mattress. You couldn't help but squeeze your eyes shut while Lucifer instilled in you inhuman pleasure. Nobody else could have you the way he did. Lucifer ruined all others, and perhaps that was his goal all along. He didn't demand you look at him like he usually did when he had you in the throws of orgasmic bliss. The fact that you didn't have to see him to acknowledge who you belonged to. Your body spoke for itself as you clenched down on his thick cock. You drenched Lucifer's cock and his sheets. You finished with the loudest, most lewd scream.

Lucifer still fucked you while you turned into a limp rag doll for him. You watched him chase his own high. His cock spread you open, your juices already making a mess of him. He gripped your hips. His nails bit into your skin. A surge of power summoned his true form. Lucifer sprouted horns and four ink-black wings. A diamond formed between his brows. He opened his mouth to grunt and moan, revealing small fangs where blunt teeth used to be.

Like this, he was worse than an animal inside you. A demon's stamina went unmatched and they had little sense for the weaknesses of their mortal partners. Like this, Lucifer lost himself. He was driven by this innate desire to possess you in totality. The perfect diamond in the middle of his forehead was unwrinkled though his brows formed a sharp V-shape. Lucifer's looked almost bestial.

You clenched your knees around his head. A challenge. Lucifer reached underneath you and grabbed your shoulders from behind. Your bodies collided with little space between. Lucifer plastered you to his bed as he rocked his cock deep and fast inside your body. That smug look of his was replaced by a snarling mouth uttering things you wouldn't repeat to anyone.

"Don't think for a second..." Lucifer grunted. "That you're in control here. You're my human. I control everything. I'm the master here, and don't you dare forget that!"

There was nowhere for you to go even if you wanted to. Lucifer rutted into you while his wings shielded you from the lights in his room. The music seemed to grow louder and more dramatic. Lucifer leaned down and sunk his teeth into your neck. Your back arched off the bed, leaving just your shoulders pressed into the mattress. Pleasure surged through your body again. A tightly wound-up spring snapped again. If you were able, you would have scraped Lucifer's back between his wings with your nails. Your toes curled so much that your feet cramped up and the pain shot up your leg to your ankle.

"LUCIFER!" You screamed as the orchestral music reached its crescendo.

Lucifer licked up the bit of blood he drew out from your flesh. Satisfied with his mark, he pumped more gently. The demon was tamed, for now.

"Good girl, good girl," Lucifer chanted.

His hips faltered, his eyes screwed tight, and his body went rigid. Lucifer grunted as he finished inside you. He marked you from the inside with his come spreading like a warm blanket in your lower belly. Lucifer took his sweet time pulling out after releasing rope after rope of come deep inside. His eyes widened a bit as he watched your cunt spill some of it out. Lucifer pushed back inside what tried to escape while kissing you deep. You writhed beneath him and moaned. You rocked your hips against his fingers, almost taking them inside your cunt.

"That's my girl," he cooed in your ear. "Always hungry for me. Shall we go again?"

[queerweewoo]

Buck sweats. A lot. Like, a lot-a lot. A glowing sheen that coats every bit of his skin, at least the bits Eddie can see, glistening over the pink of his cheeks and the red of his birthmark, across the laughter lines that crown his brow and hug his eyes. He even smells sometimes. Kinda stinks, actually. Of smoke and musk and man, and a sweet sorta tang that's all Buck.

And shit, Eddie loves it. Finds himself practically craving the heady scent after a while.

If he's not careful, if he stares and lingers near Buck too long, Eddie can get close to popping an embarrassing half-chubby like a thirteen-year-old chico with his first glorious, devastating crush. Because damn, for some reason, the guy smells and looks good enough to taste and Eddie has to turn away so he can lick the phantom Buck-sweat from his lips in secret.

And what the fuck?

It's kinda weird. 

Probably just the adrenaline or some shit, Eddie tells himself.

So what if Eddie starts to hide Buck's deodorant stick every once in a while? What of it? Who's to know?

Sue me, Eddie will think as he swipes the Engine 9 anti-perspirant from out of Buck's locker again and shoves it to the back of his own.

But when Eddie starts 'forgetting' to bring his Bravo Sierra deodorant to work with him, so that he now stinks, too, and has to start showering alongside his best friend before either of them can leave the firehouse at the end of their shifts, Eddie now living for stolen glances of Buck's solid, thick body each time they soap-up together...

Yeah, that's when Eddie knows he is well and truly fucked.

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ON AO3 HERE if you fancy leaving me a comment xp

[narrators-journal]

A wolf in sheep's clothing

I feel so bad for the asker on Ao3 lol. This one took me so fuckin' long to settle on an idea for, and on top of that, I struggled to write Akechi for some reason?? I dunno why, but he feels iffy here, as does Akira, but I need this little beastie out of my to-do's lol. I hope you enjoy regardless!

Kinktober Masterlist: Here

CW: Very mild. It's mostly just spanking. Semi-public if you squint, as well as dubcon, but I just let this be a simple tease rather than a whole thing.

Being who he was, Goro Akechi was essentially the king of the metaverse. Soaked deep into the collective consciousness of the public, he could reach the devil for tea, and with the experience he had in palaces, helping with Sae’s casino was a cake walk. Even if he was limited to solely using Robinhood so as to not give himself away.

So, something as simple as breaking in after an expedition onto the game floor with the phantom thieves was meant to be quick, efficient, and utterly safe.

Yet...Loki still whispered in the back of his mind, “Maybe stick to robinhood. Kurusu seems like the type to explore on his own as well, and we wouldn’t want him of all people catching you.” “What would that do, though? I have a mask that hides my entire face in my other costume. All he’d see is a weird bird looking thing.” Akechi snorted, even as he worked his way through the more industrial-looking, less populated corridors of the palace. Not bothering keeping an eye out for shadows as he went. “Because I asked nicely. Just for the attitude, even if you DO try to call on me, I’m not coming out.” The bull huffed, and while Akechi was at least 60% sure his persona couldn’t disobey a summon, the petty threat still got his scarlet eyes to roll.

Loki was a bit favored, the brunette didn’t need to be the second coming of the detective prince to know that he preferred a persona more aligned with his true intentions and work than a sterile, goody-goody version. So, he could also admit to himself that his slight favoritism may have spoiled the demonic bull a tad. Leading to his ungodly annoying streaks.

But, regardless of Loki’s snobby power plays, or whatever weird bullshit was putting the monster on edge, Akechi did as he was told and kept to his princely, white-and-red costume with the embarrassingly long-nosed mask while he was studying the layout of Sae’s warped area.

The main floors had instantly been off of the table since he’d scoped the place out the first time. Simply too crowded and normal for him to be able to sneak away from the thieves if needbe, even with the distracting dance of lights and cacophony of sounds. So, that left the detective with the less guest-facing areas if he wanted any potential escape routes or stealth openings.

So, he took his time in his recon. Taking long moments to study any possible network of ventsilation shafts or hallways for a way to swing killing Joker without getting caught. Any shadow that dared to bug him simply got skewered by Robin’s arrows.

However, Akechi was prepared for a confrontation, even if it was with a phantom thief. What he wasn’t prepared for was to crawl halfway into a vent to peer down into the never-ending maw of cold metal, and hear the motor of a door or gate shutting. “Oh what the- AH!” In a matter of seconds, the great second coming of the detective prince...was trapped under a shockingly heavy metal gate. And, while Loki didn’t actually say anything, Akechi could feel the smug ‘I told you so’ rattling around his own head. “this is utterly fine.” He huffed out, planting the palms of his hands on the metal walls and trying to pull himself forward. “This is. Fucking fine.” Yet, much to his annoyance, the belt of his pants was too fat to fit under the garage door trying to seal the vent. “All I did was trip a single alarm. The gate’s not even crushing me, this is manageable.” “Are you sure about that, Crow? You seem kind of stuck from this side.” A new voice echoed through the metal.

The sudden addition of Joker registering to the brunette damn near took the man out like an almighty attack. Loki you slut, did you know about that horrid little bastard following us?! He internally snarled at his persona, simply getting a petulant “Humph!” As his response. Which was all he needed to know that he’d fist fight his own monster later. “Uh, I-I’m pretty sure, Joker. What the hell are you even doing here though?” He asked aloud, doing his best to seem properly confused and embarrassed rather than kick Akira in the nuts for existing. “I came back to see if I could use our game card to get extra coins. Since I couldn’t do much else and didn’t want to sleep...what are you doing here though? It’s, like, midnight in reality.” He pointed out, making Akechi chuckle slightly, “Ah, well...I was simply trying to get the lay of the land in here. Try to find the treasure room, or any keys and see if I could map it out for when we returned.” Relying on a softened truth and his natural bruised ego to sell it. Which, only got him a long moment of silence from the leader of the phantom thieves.

Then, that pesky road block of thick leather was abruptly yanked down. ”E-Excuse me?!” He snarled, his mask gone, his face red, and his teeth bared when he turned his head as best the vent would allow, to glare at the opening of lighting his body beneath the stubborn gate created. “Oh shit, I...I’m sorry.” Akira squeaked, that blood-boiling confidence gone just as fast as Akechi’s sugary tone was. That smooth voice suddenly uneven from the shot of flustered shame surrounding each stuttered word.

Yet, Akira didn’t pull Akechi’s snowy white pants back up, or pried that stupid gate back up. He instead simply sat there. Probably staring at the pale skin of the detective’s ass with that deer-in-the-headlights fear that Akechi had seen when they’d first run into eachother. What a dumbass. I’m going to fucking flay you, now. “Kurusu, you dumb fuck, fix-” His venom was cut short when he felt the sudden and sharp sting of a strike to his ass.

He’d been fucking spanked.

Not entirely intentionally, it seeemed. Judging from the awkward stretch of painful, silent seconds that followed. Nothing but whatever movement could seep into Akechi’s metal prison bouncing off of the vent walls, and Akira’s horror mixing with the detective’s surprise like paint in water. At least, until a switch seemed to flip in the phantom thief.

The awkwardness and impulsivity gone for a dark giggle instead. A sound far more fitting for his rather low voice, and one that sent a slight buzz into Akechi’s blood that mingled with the lingering tinge of pain from Akira’s strike. “Kurusu.” The detective prince tried, keeping his voice calm, and slow like he was talking to a nervous animal instead of a hormonal teenager seemingly slipping into some repressed fuckery. Or, perhaps those were both appropriate situations for that method. “Please pull my pants back up. And let me out of this vent.”

Another stretch of silence followed that… ”what if...I don’t though?” Holy shit.

Now, normally, Akechi would’ve summoned Loki the second his pants were fucked with. But, while he was slowly growing freaked out by Akira’s abrupt shift in personality, there was a voice within that was just barely louder than that anxiety. A dark, curious voice suggesting, Maybe, just maybe. We can hold off for a bit longer. See if we can talk our way out of it...or if it just takes a fun turn. With such impregnable reason, the brunette found he couldn’t quite muster the will it took to bring the demonic bull out. “W-why exactly do you prefer me stuck halfway into a vent?” He asked instead, only getting another smack to his ass cheek, and another ripple of conflicting pleasure and pain into his half-stiff cock. “I’m not sure,” Akira admitted the curious edge Akechi could just hear through the metal of the vents and the morbid darkness of the man’s words encouraging him. “I sort of pulled your pants down on impulse...but now I...dunno, just kind of enjoy this.” He continued, smacking the detective’s ass again to earn a hiss and a wince. That fucking gate throwing an unwanted dose of aching into the equation, but the thought of Akira possibly turning evil was...hot.

Letting out a slow breath, Akechi pushed that discovery down. Trying again, this time with more sugar in his words, “U-um, well if you simply want to hook up with me, this is...a sketchy way to make that known, y'know.” Which, got him another harsher strike to the ass.

At that point, his rear end stung like a horde of angry wasps, but the pain of the impact of Akira’s hand on his ass continued to radiate a delicious warmth throughout his body as well. “Y’know, I’m half tempted to tell the others your ass got stuck~” the phantom thief warned, almost purring with an evil energy bleeding from his words that sent another trickle of lewd excitement down Akechi’s spine despite the escalation. “Maybe I could let Ryuji and Yusuke take turns with you. I think it would be kind of nice to see such a pristine goody-two-shoes defiled in such a fun way.” He continued, his warm hand suddenly gentle as it lovingly rubbed the burning out of Akechi’s skin. Only feeding the heat that had his dick twitching. “That would be a crime, dumbass. Would you really want to add sexual assault to your record?” The detective snapped out, only to get a harsher slap to the cheek of his ass. “Maybe I’ll just assault you, then leave you for a fucking shadow to kill. How about that instead?” He shot back, and while Akechi knew that Akira was far from the type to even carry through on the first half, the way his voice dropped further into a venomous malice made his heart skip a beat as much as it made his dick twitch against the metal of the partially-shuddered vent. What in god’s name am I into? But, that thought was not one he wanted to ponder when he was stuck beneath a mall store’s shudder, on his knees, with his pants falling around his knees and a possibly twisted phantom thief making threats. So, he shook his head a bit and recomposed his social mask once again. ”Look, could you just...maybe pry the vent door open so I could get out? We can both just forget this entire situation. I’ll forget you pulling my pants down, and talking about killing me, you forget about me being stuck in a vent like a dumbass and my threat to report you.” A moment of silence followed his words yet again. Foreboding, but there was also a beam of hope for his dignity still.

Then, with a sigh that was nearly inaudible through the metal of the ventilation system, Akira pulled Akechi’s pants back up. Which, the detective prince took as agreement, so when Joker finally got the metal gate back up enough so that Akechi could worm his way free, he said nothing but a prim “Thank you, Joker.” and left it at that. Both men simply leaving that entire encounter at that vent opening and just leaving the palace in their own, separate ways. Not a further word between them, and the air around them a noxious mix of cold and awkward.

”Well, that was enlightening.” Loki chuckled when the two persona users had parted in those quiet hallways, but Akechi ignored any teasing from that motherfucker. He didn’t need a magical monster to state how mixed up and confused he was. Both at how such a sketchy encounter left him with a boner, and how Akira had it in him to stoop so low on...apparently impulse.

So many questions. No more time.

[hms-incorrect-quotes]

Heart: You don’t need to complain about my murder attempt when you’re reviewing a FUCKING CANDLE.

Mind [making no attempt to hide his giggling]: No, I think he does actually.

[harmonysanreads]

Yesterday, I dreamed of Yandere!Neuvillette trying to lure me with some sort of an incense?? Interesting thing is, he succeeded at the end 🤔

[awakentrashpanda]

Toughts on my OC Wendy Wonders?

I think it’s pretty neat that out of all the characters Catnap is the one she has a rivalry with because her whole thing is amusement parks, which cause adrenaline and excitement, which is kind of the opposite of what Catnap represents, being that he’s all about rest, relaxation and sleep 

[the-lady-writes-what]

How the Brothers react to you riding them, Mammon

Pretty much All Porn/No Plot, so minors be warned (and stay out)

Content: oral (giving)/blowjob, 69, toys, overstimulation, teasing, cowgirl, spanking (receiving), consensual bruising, slightly mean! Mammon

These are all my own head canons. Don’t be mean about it.

Lucifer Asmo Levi Beel Belphie Satan

🔞NSFW Content Below! 18+ Only! Minors DNI!🔞

Headcanons:

He loves this position because then he can grab and squeeze whatever he wants

Loves to see bruises on you marking you as his

Love body worship

You can leave marks on him too! Let everybody know that you belong to him and he belongs to you

Very vocal in and outside the bedroom. You may have to gag him or do something to get him to shut up for five minutes

Give him praise and lots of it. This is a man who likes to have his--ahem--ego stroked

Speaking of stroking, before getting down and dirty, Mammon loves to have someone worship his cock. I'm not kidding when I say he needs worship before getting down and dirty Come on, sweetheart. You can this cock in your cunt, can't you? Better worship that cock if you want it so badly...

Second prettiest cock (behind Asmo, of course)

Some people think he's a sub, and while that's a perfectly valid headcanon, I personally think he's more dominant. He's greedy and possessive and he likes to go after things he wants. He's a pursuer, a hunter. He wants all your orgasms

Mammon reclined on his bed with you between his legs. His fingers grazed the back of your neck. His nails graze your skin as you suck on his long cock. You hear him hiss and suck in his breath with every pass of your mouth along the shaft. What you couldn't fit into your mouth, you stroked with your hand. Mammon's cock hit the back of your throat, making you gag.

"Awww...baby. Is it too much for you?" Mammon cooed. He patted your head. He shifted his hips to thrust up into your mouth. "How does the Great Mammon's cock taste?"

You answered by rolling your tongue along the thick vein and sucking on the tip of him harder. Mammon's nails dug into your neck, his hand lightly squeezing. You bobbed your head up and down his hot length while trying to take as much of him as you could. In the end, you stroked what you couldn't fit inside your throat. After several minutes of this, you pulled away to gasp for air.

"Need a break already?" Mammon teased. He reached into the bedside table. In his hand, he held a vibrating wand. "Or maybe you just need some motivation.

Mammon switched you around so that your backside faced him. You went back to work on his cock. A shudder ripped through you the second you heard the toy buzz to life. Mammon pushed your hesitant hips down against his mouth. One hand held your hip while the other pressed vibrator against your clit. Your eyes rolled at the sensation of both the toy and Mammon's mouth on your pussy. You moaned around his cock. Beneath you, Mammon rocked his hips upwards, filling your mouth with him. He used every trick up his sleeve to get your pussy soaking wet. His tongue lapped at your folds as he pressed the toy against your poor clit. He moaned with you as he ate you out. Together, you worked in tandem to bring each other up and over the edge. Mammon's cum filled your mouth. You were forced to swallow before you pull away and gasp for air. You shivered as Mammon continued to tease you with his mouth and overstimulate that bundle of nerves between your legs. You gripped the sheets as another orgasm hit you like a tsunami. You screamed as you came all over his mouth.

You were still shivering by the time Mammon switched off the toy and tossed it back into the drawer of the bedside table. His toned arms switched you around once more. Mammon had your quivering body straddle him so that your chests faced each other. He reached between your bodies to stroke himself. You leaned down with your arms on his shoulders and kissed him.

Mammon rubbed the newly hardened tip of his cock against your soaked cunt. He pulled away a bit to nibble on your bottom lip. His face nestled into your neck. Mammon kissed, licked, and left dark love bites along your flesh. Your nails dug into his shoulders as Mammon made you sink down on his cock.

"Come on, princess. Ride that cock for me," said Mammon. He gave you a spank on your right ass cheek.

"Mammon!" You whined.

But your irritation was met with that cocky grin of his. Mammon looked up at you with those blue and yellow eyes. His mouth was hungry for more. He licked his lips as he bucked upwards into you. You braced yourself with your hands on his chest, feeling up the defined muscles of his abdomen.

"Mhmm, yeah. You like touching me don't you? Why don't you ride me like you mean it, princess?"

Mammon groped your ass, squeezing each globe in his hands. He rocked his hips upwards. His hips encouraged you to grind against him, and you caved. You moved against him, grinding down on him and moving your hips. You writhed on top of him; Mammon's cock filling you whole. The tip of him brushing the sensitive spot within you over and over as you moved faster. You bounced on his cock. Though his hands looked slender like a model's, Mammon was rough in handling you. He left hand-shaped bruises on your ass as he spanked you. Each slap on your skin encouraged you to ride him faster, harder.

Your head fell back as you moaned louder. You closed your eyes to the pleasure.

"Scream my name, Y/N. I want to hear it on your lips. If you don't, I'll out and leave you and high and dry. Say the Great Mammon's name!" He squeezed your ass in each of his hands.

Sweat trickled down your brow. You gasped and moaned as you bounced on him.

"M-Mammon, Mammon, Mammon," you chanted his name like he was your god.

And in that moment, Mammon was your god. The one you worshipped with your mouth and hands and pussy. Mammon wrapped his arms around you and drew you against his chest. He pinned your against his body while he thrust upwards. Your mouths met in a needy kiss. Your tongues battled for dominance before you gave in. Mammon claimed your mouth in the same way he claimed the rest of your body.

Pleasure exploded at the base of your spine. You cried out loud enough for all six of his brothers to hear you scream Mammon's name. Hearing you like this, moaning like a proper slut for him (and just only for him), was music to Mammon's ears. He held you close as he pounded your insides and painted them with his cum. He grunted and kissed you hard, swallowing your whimpers. Despite keeping his lips sealed on yours, his groans echoed throughout his bedroom. Mammon's hips bucked once, twice, three more times before stuttering to a halt. You felt his essence fill your lower belly. There was so much of it that it leaked out. You both collapsed onto the bed, both equally and utterly boneless.

You managed to peel yourself off him once Mammon relinquished his hold on you. You rolled over onto your side and cuddled against him. You and Mammon panted from the exercise.

"When...When I catch my breath, it's round two," said Mammon between breaths.