#om thirsts

[ccerealbowl]

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[misc-obeyme]

First of all, I’m pretty sure I’d give both my legs to hear Barbatos call me his sacrificial lamb. Like can you imagine him saying it to you just before he goes down on you?

Second, who is this taste tester?? My top guesses are Diavolo, Little D No 2, and Solomon. I would’ve said Luke but let’s be real, Barb loves him too much to make him a test subject. He’d have Luke be a taste tester for something he knows is delicious.

And lastly… “I jest.” I just know that if I spent any time with this man, I would end up talking exactly like him. I’d be saying that instead of “just kidding” to one of the bros and they’d just be like you’re spending too much time with Barbatos again. And I’d say no you’re wrong I’m never spending enough time with Barbatos 😡

[devilevlls]

I love the thought of Lucifer being so romantic and gentle with you daily but completely wild in bed. 

Just imagining him treating you so sweetly the whole day, just to completely ravage you when the night comes. That gives me chills. 

Masterlistɞ

[touyaspeach]

Lucifer eats pussy in a surprisingly sloppy way. Everyone expects him to be this perfect, proper gentlemen even in bed, but when he goes down on you and he tastes you - when he smells how sweet you are and sees how wet you are over him - he can't help it.

He parts you with his thumbs and licks a long, slow stripe right up your core, collecting your arousal on his tongue and moaning. You taste so good, he loses his mind over it. And then, he's burying his face in you, his tongue reaching as far into your depths as he can get while his nose nuzzles against your clit.

At first he's not even trying to get you off, he's just drunk on your taste, your moans, and the way your fingers feel in his hair.

You have to beg him for more, he gets too lost in you. Your slick dripping down his chin, smeared over his lips and cheeks as he pulls back to gain some sense of self.

"Anything, beloved." He confirms, and then sinks two of those long, pretty fingers into your depths. He finds your sweet spot immediately, delighting in your tugging of his hair.

He watches your face for a moment, enjoying the sight of you so vulnerable, before diving down to swirl his tongue around your clit and massage your sensitive pearl.

Lucifer is sloppy when he eats you out, but he lives for your reactions. You don't have to know he's addicted to the taste of you.

[jellykis]

Suggestive?

Levi as a paypig for my mc ૮꒰ྀི ⸝⸝․․⸝⸝ ྀི꒱ა …

sigh… i wish i could post nsfw ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

[barbatosgossipsection]

[aurora-babydoll]

𝕿𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 𝟔.𝟑𝖐 𝕿𝖂: 𝖆𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖍𝖔𝖑 𝖚𝖘𝖊, 𝖋𝖊𝖒!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖑 (𝖒), 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 (𝖋), 𝖕𝖓𝖛, 𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖉𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 (𝖎𝖋 𝕴 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖒𝖐) 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗: 𝕸𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖔𝖓

Anybody who knew Simeon loved him. Yes, he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the box but gods, was the man sweet. Chivalrous. Simeon was the type of man to open the door for any woman who passed him, lay his jacket down over a puddle for a stranger, give the clothes off his back, and protect anybody who needed it. He fit the angel title. And everyone you meet cannot seem to shut up about how lucky you must be to have him as a big brother; how grateful you must be for his protection. That, however, couldn’t be further from your feelings on the situation.

To everyone else, Simeon was perfect. To you, he was an annoying thorn in your side. He was messy. He always left his dirty socks wherever he felt like taking them off, he never cleaned up after himself when he made a mess eating. He was rude. He would flick your ear or smack you on the back of the head whenever he passed you to watch the smoke blow out of your ears. But worst of all, Simeon was far too overprotective of you.

Having one of the celestial realm's most powerful angels as an older brother was unfortunate. Anytime you brought a boy home, they’d run away with piss running down their leg within the hour. Sometimes there’d be one tougher than the others that he couldn’t scare off. For those, he’d just tell all of the embarrassing stories he had of you until they broke up with you. 

“Why do you have to chase them all off?”, you’d cry, beating your older brother's chest with your fists. And he’d just smile and put a hand on your head. 

“If they’re scared off that easily, they aren’t worthy of you. It’s my job to protect you. I’m not passing on that responsibility to some idiot who runs away at a couple of glares and embarrassing stories. You’ll find it someday.”

Overprotective, messy, annoying, yes. But he was still your older brother. And you loved him despite those unfortunate qualities, so you did your best to listen, regardless of your feelings on whatever disagreement was this week's topic. This one in particular included something you had been envious of since you realized where he was disappearing to. Parties. A topic that you just couldn’t stop yourself from arguing with him about.

You didn’t know what happened at these parties, your brother would always keep that a secret. But you were grown up too now. You wanted the experience, you’d never been to a real party before- unless you counted the birthday parties he used to throw for you as a young angel- which you didn’t. You just knew your brother would always be home the morning after, nursing a hangover and talking to a friend on the phone about some kind of “cage”. You had no idea what that meant, but you were curious. So who could blame you for begging Simeon to go?

“Hell no, you’re not going to that party”, he laughed, the idea so absurd to him that it was almost funny. “It isn’t safe at all. Plus, you’re new to visiting the devildom, you’d have a hard time getting in anyway.”

“I’m sure I could get in if I was with you! You’re there constantly, the people who run whatever it is have to know you by now right?”, you argue, a small pout lining your lips.

“No way, I’m not taking you. It’s too dangerous, it won’t be good for you. And you need to be studying, not drinking your little head off at a party.”, he shook his head, continuing to unkemptly stuff clothes into a duffle bag. 

You roll your eyes. “What could be so dangerous about a stupid little party?”

Your brother laughed and gave you a look that said “you just said the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard”, before zipping up the duffle bag and slinging it over his left shoulder.

“I have to go now, Micheal wants me back in the celestial realm for a meeting. Stay safe. And if I find out anything about you going to any type of party you won’t hear the end of it. You’re gonna stay home all weekend and study. End of story. And I’ll have Solomon and Thirteen checking on you too.” You rolled your eyes once more and crossed your arms, letting a huff escape from your lips. 

“Fine”, you muttered, before looking at him with your best fake “I’m sorry” face. “Have a safe trip, please.”

He smiled and pulled you into a hug. “You got it, hun. I’ll be fine”. He pulled away and opened the front door. “Stay safe, okay? I love you.”

You smiled back, “I love you too”.

But as the door closed behind him, the smile turned to a smirk. “Y’know what? I'll end the story”, you muttered, pulling out your phone and dialing a number you knew all too well.

“Hey, girl! What’s up? I was gonna call you later tonight, Simeon asked me to check on you”, the bubbly voice of the reaper, Thirteen, filled your ears. You smiled as you responded.

“Hey! I just wanted to ask you for a favor, Simeon is being so unreasonable today…”

“That’s odd, usually he gives you whatever you want— what’s up?”

“I was just wondering if you knew anything about those parties he goes to. He’s so secretive about them and when I asked to go along with him he was talking to me like I was stupid.”

Thirteen’s laugh rang through your ears over the phone. “Oh, honey, I promise, you do not want to go to those parties. They’re dangerous- and it always smells awful.”

“What could be so dangerous about a stupid party? I didn’t think you’d be as boring as Simeon”, you groaned, flopping down on the couch in a huff as you continued your phone conversation.

Thirteen gasped in offense. “Okay, rude. I am not boring, I just don’t think it’s a good idea. They’re not just parties, honey. You have no idea what it is?”, she questioned in disbelief.

“No, he’s always so secretive. I just know that he smells like booze when he gets home and talks on the phone to some guy about a cage.”

“Yeah honey, I’m surprised you haven’t put it together. They’re death cage parties. Simeon goes to them to relieve stress from having to watch over you and the chihuahua.”

Your mouth fell open in disbelief. You knew that in private your brother wasn’t exactly a model citizen, but illegal parties? No, there was no way. He was an angel, how could he be caught dead in a place like that?

“Really? I didn’t think he was cool– when’s the next one? I want to go!”

“No, absolutely not”, Thirteen declined through the phone. “If I told you the address, Simeon would kill me. You’re his baby sister, I’m supposed to be checking up on you, not sending you to illegal death parties.”

You sighed in response. “Come on, Thirteen, please! He doesn’t have to know. And I’ve always thought of you like a cool older sister, don’t get all boring on me now.”

Thirteen paused in thought for a moment. “Ugh, okay fine. But only because I love you. And Simeon cannot find out about this. I’ll send you the address now, the next party’s on Saturday night. But I’m not going to be there so you have to promise me you’ll stay safe, okay?”

You squealed in happiness.”Thank you, Thirteen, you’re the best! I’ll keep myself out of trouble, I know how to be cool…one more thing though, what is a death cage?”

Thirteen laughed. “You’ll figure it out once you get there.”

Though you were puzzled, you smiled and hung up the phone, an address in your messages moments later. You’d show your brother. You’re an adult, you can go to whatever party you want, dangerous or not. Gone were the days of being lonely in your brothers’ shadow, you could do this.

Saturday rolled around and you had more than prepared yourself. You dressed in a little pink party dress, and minimal makeup with the hopes of blending into the crowd. It wasn’t so scary, after all, you knew the devildom well at this point. And if there was an emergency, you were sure you could call one of the demon brothers, they’d grown quite fond of you, and you couldn’t imagine them allowing you to get hurt. You stuffed your phone, lipgloss, and a condom (just in case) into your bag before heading out into the streets of the devildom, alone for the first time since your arrival.

When you first arrived, an angel in a strange land, you were scared of the big, dark open sky, and the alleys where demons lurked. On your first walk to the house of lamentation, you were practically shaking, gripping your brother's hand like a frightened little girl. But as you roamed the streets in the direction of the party, the fear that you used to have for the devildom was completely absent. The place that you had such a strong fear of soon became like a second home to you. If you were honest, you felt like you belonged there more than in the devildom. 

The deep black skies that used to frighten you, you could only view them as beautiful now. Any time you’d look up at them, memories of stargazing with Belphie would swirl in your mind. Once terrifying alleyways were now fond thoughts of the time you and Mammon ran through the streets away from Lucifer after you had scammed him out of his wallet. Beautiful lights swirled around in the streets as you walked down them, feeling secure even though you were all by yourself for the first time.

However, as you approached the address of the party, the feelings of familiarity and safety began to fade. A faint smell of gasoline filled your nose as you approached a large, metal gate. There was a haze of purplish-gray fog that expanded over your white heels. You could hear faint devildom rock music coming from somewhere within the gate. Nervously, you stepped into line.

You pulled your fake devildom ID out of your purse. Asmodeus gave it to you on your first week here. “Just in case you wanna have some fun”, he had said with a wink. It really was a perfect fake. The bouncer looked at it as you handed it to him and gave you a once-over.

“I don’t recognize ya. Never been here before?”, he asked, handing the ID back to you.

“No, some of my friends invited me. They’re waiting for me inside, said it’ll be fun.” 

He chuckled at your reply. “I’m sure it will, little lady”, he said, opening the gate to let you in. “Have fun.”

Once he was out of sight, you did a silent victory dance, glad that your scheme had worked. You’d have to thank Asmo at a later date. You slipped the ID back into your purse as you took in your surroundings. An open patch of grass with a large tent near the front that appeared to be selling alcohol and food, the area dimly lit with purple and blue stage lights on the floor every couple of feet. You did your best to ignore all of the obvious safety hazards that they posed and continued into the venue. There was a DJ booth where some demons that you didn’t recognize danced. Okay, you could handle this. It just seems like a bar in a less formal setting, you can handle— oh. 

Up until this moment, you had completely forgotten what the party was about. But there was no way of forgetting now as a large circular cage in the center of the grass overtook your vision. It had its own set of stage lights, these ones yellow and white. A large dirt path stretched up to a platform which led into the cage. You noticed tire tracks in the dirt but you couldn’t tell where they came from. You hadn’t bothered to look up exactly what a ‘death cage’ entailed, but you were sure that whatever it was couldn’t lead to actual death. And if it did seem scary, nobody was there to force you to participate in it. You told yourself you’d be alright as you made your way over to the bar to order a drink.

“I’ll have a trashcan, please?”, you requested. The bartender nodded at you and you moved to wait in line. As you took your spot, a large hand grabbed your shoulder.

Fear shrouded your nerves as you turned around to face the man behind you. A black motorcycle helmet hid his face from you. He was head to toe in black leather, yellow lines adorning the cuffs of his sleeves and the top of his bike helmet. The gloved hand gripped your shoulder tighter, you felt it sting with pain.

“What in the fuck are you doing here?”, a familiar voice spoke from behind the helmet. You let out a sigh of relief at the sound. 

“Don’t fucking scare me like that, Mammon, you gave me a heart attack”, you scolded, pushing his hand off your shoulder.

“Good. That is the least scary thing about this place, you shouldn’t be here. If Simeon knew you were here he’d have my head on a spike”, Mammon chided. “Come on, I’ll call you a cab, you’re goin’ home.”

You shook your head. “No way, I’m an adult, I can be here if I want. Simeon’s not my keeper, I’d actually argue that I’m stronger than him. I can handle it, I’m staying.”

Mammon snarled and lifted up the visor on his helmet. “I’m not gonna tell you again, doll, you gotta go. Look at me”, he ordered, roughly grabbing your chin. “I’m dead serious, you can’t handle it here.” He leaned in towards you and whispered. “These are some of the devildom’s harshest demons, if they found out you were an angel they’d eat you for breakfast. They only tolerate Simeon. You need to leave.”

You huffed and dug the toe of your heel into the dirt. “For the last time, Mammon, I’m not going anywhere. I’m sick of everyone coddling me like I’m in the same ranks as the chihuahua. I’m grown.” You turned to grab your drink, taking a sip. “Now I’m gonna go dance”, you smiled and began walking away.

Mammon growled and grabbed your hand, pulling you back towards him. “Fine. You can stay”, he agreed.

You laughed and gave him a fake smile. “Aww that’s good, see how easy-”, you tried to speak but he quickly cut you off. 

“I didn’t finish. You can stay if you get in the cage.”

Your face twisted in shock. He couldn’t be serious. You didn’t even have a clue what the cage was and now you were just supposed to walk into it blindly? Hell no.

“No, I’m staying, but I’m not doing all that”, you laughed nervously, taking another sip of your drink.

Mammon smirked. “Oh, but if you don’t I’ll have to make sure your brother and Lucifer find out about our little runnin’ into each 0ther. We wouldn’t want that now, huh? I’ve seen Simeon when he’s angry, lemme tell ya, not a pretty sight.”

You looked down. He was right. The last time your brother got mad at you he went straight to Micheal. If he found out about this he’d more than likely clip your wings. You going with Simeon to the devildom was meant to be strictly for educational purposes. A fact that Mammon was now dangling over your head.

However, you felt this need to prove yourself to the demon in front of you. You were a big girl, you could handle a party. And what could possibly be so bad about a cage? You knew Mammon, he would never force you into anything that could result in you getting injured. What’s the worst that could happen?

“Y’know what? Fine. I’ll get in the cage”, you agreed. 

Mammon laughed. “Oh doll, you’re gonna regret sayin’ yes to this. Go get in the cage, if you don’t cry too hard, I’ll let ya stay.”

Well, it was now or never, and you had no choice. If your brother found out you were at this party, you were sure he’d get so angry he’d turn into a demon who’s power could rival even Lucifer. You shuddered at the thought of being subjected to Simeon’s wrath. No stupid cage at a stupid demon party could possibly be scarier than that. So, with a lump in your throat ever growing, you stepped into the cage. “Now wha-”, you turned around to talk to Mammon, but he had disappeared. You were alone in a cage in the center of the party. Curious demons gathered around, looking in to see you, murmuring something about how crazy you were to get in there. You noticed they were leaving space for the dirt path that lead up to the cage. You had no clue what was waiting to come down that path towards you, mind searching for a worst case scenario, but you truly had no idea what you were about to come into contact with.

The whir of a motorcycle engine pulled you out of your thoughts. You whipped around to see a large black motorcycle at the end of the path. You couldn’t see who was on it, headlights that stared you down like prey blocking your vision, but regardless, you knew. Mammon.

You could hear his laugh as he revved the engine once more. “No”, you thought. Surely, he wasn’t going to drive into the cage. That could put both of you in danger, what the hell was he-

Before you could finish your thought, he was speeding towards you faster than anything you’d ever seen. You gasped and covered your face and head, bracing for impact. But the impact never came. He sped into the cage, driving the motorcycle up the side and across the ceiling. If you weren’t busy being so terrified, you would take the time to be in awe of how he controlled the bike, his power on it more than impressive. 

You shivered and trembled in fear as he drove around you at criminally fast speeds. The way Mammon was laughing as he did tricks felt so taunting, tears of embarrassment and fear threatened to spill from your eyes, no matter how hard you tried to keep your cool.

Soon, he began to slow down. You breathed a sigh of relief, it’d be over soon. Oh how wrong you were. After about a minute of slow riding in a circle around you, the bike sped to life once more. You could hear Mammon cackle at the panicked squeaky gasp that escaped your throat, a few tears beginning to slide down your cheeks.

“Hey princess, watch this!”, Mammon shouted through his helmet as he drove circles around the sides of the cage. He slowed down by a margine and suddenly, one of his hands was on your waist, circling your body as he went around the cage.

You felt like everything was going in slow motion as you watched him, his gloved hand tracing your body with such care despite the fast pace of the bike. The fears that swelled in your stomach was slowly dulled, his hand on you in such away forcing them to be with another emotion. 

An overwhelming desire engulfed your body as his hand slid up your side. You had never been touched in such a way. It was only now that, despite the situation, you realized just how attractive Mammon looked in his biker gear. Your mind travelled to sinful places as you imagined what it would look like coming off. Feelings of lust quelled your mind as the thick air from the bike exhaust filled your nostrils. And just as all of the fear in your body, dissipated did everything stop. 

Mammon's bike slowed next to you and he kicked down the brake. He flipped up the visor on his helmet, a smirk gracing his features as the gloved hand that was just touching your body reached up to swipe a tear from your cheek. 

“You okay, angelface?”, he asked, making a point to stare you down as he licked your tears from his finger. 

Normally, you’d scold him and call him gross, but right now you were only focused on the sinful feeling in your gut. You could’ve sworn you had hearts in your eyes as you spoke. 

“Take me home, Mammon”, you said. He interpreted your words as you being afraid. But that was far from what you meant. You wanted him to take you home and then you wanted him to take you.

He laughed and patted the back of the bike, taking the helmet off of his head and securing it onto yours. You got onto the motorcycle behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Am I doing this right? I’ve only seen things like this in movies.”

He snorted in response. “You’re fine, princess”, he said, lifting the brake as you bit your lip at the nickname. “Hold on tight.”

And you were off, speeding away from the party as the wind blew against you. You held tight onto Mammon’s waist and rested your head on the back of his shoulder. You felt exhilarated as the wind blew against you at such a high speed. You knew you’d look deshelved once you arrived home but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. In fact, you hoped you’d look more of a wreck later that night.

He parked the bike in front of purgatory hall and turned the key, the bikes engine thrumming to a stop. He got off of the bike and helped you down, taking his helmet off your head. He expected to see a look of exasperated fear on your face, but that wasn’t what he got at all. He knew what plenty of your faces meant. Furrowed brow and a pout, angry. Wobbly lip and downward eyes, sad. Bright eyes that seemed to sparkle and a smile, happy. But this face was new.

“Thank you, Mammon…I should’ve listened to you”, you admitted. Your voice seemed to quiver with fear as you squeezed his hand but your face said something else. 

“Do you want to come in?”, you asked, lip between your teeth.

Oh? Oh.

Now Mammon understood what that look meant. He knew that if he went inside, Mammon would kill him. He knew that if he went inside, your relationship could change. He knew that if he went inside, he’d have to explain where he was to Lucifer tomorrow morning. But as you moved in closer towards him, he couldn’t bring himself to care about that. The only thing he cared about anymore was getting that tiny dress off of you and on your bedroom floor.

He smiled at you, sharp fangs glistening as he pulled you in. “Thought you’d never ask, doll”, he smirked, tossing you over his shoulder and walking you into the house.

“Mammon!”, you exclaimed, trying to pull your dress back down. “What if Solomon sees?”

Mammon snorted. “Let him watch for all I care. You have no idea how long I’ve been waitin’ for this.”

Mammon unlocked the front door and walked in, you still in tow over his shoulder. Purgatory Hall was usually rather quiet at such a late hour, but of course, there Solomon was. 

“Mammon, what’re you doing with my apprentice?”, he asked, sipping on his cup of tea.

“Well- ya see- …don’t tell Simeon-”, was about all Mammon could say, before carrying you to your room and locking the door behind him. You laughed as he set you down.

“What happened to ‘let him watch’?”, you asked, still giggling as Mammon blushed.

“Oh shut up. I should be the only one getting to see you like that. I’m your first”, Mammon reminded you.

“...Was it that obvious that I haven’t done this before?”, you questioned, looking down at the floor in embarrassment.

“Wha- hey, no-”, he gently gripped your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “I had no idea, princess. I was talking about our pact. But now that you say that, are you sure that you wanna do this? Not to sound sappy, but I care ‘bout ya. I know purity is a big thing for you angels, don’t wanna take that from you if you ain’t ready.”

You smiled and turned your head slightly to kiss his palm. “Yes, Mammon, I’m sure. And the fact that you even bothered to ask that makes me even more sure of my decision. I want you, I always have.”

He growled playfully, grinning at you before pulling you into a kiss. You had been kissed before, sure, but this was different. You felt safe as he pulled you into it, lips locking together so perfectly. It felt like you belonged with him, belonged to him. Like your soul was made for his and as if he was gently sucking it from your body with every swipe of his tongue across your bottom lip.

He gently pushed you down onto your bed as he began kissing along the apex of your neck. You let out a sigh, hands grabbing at his white locks, a gasp escaping your lips as he bit at your collarbone.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to hear that sound all night”, he groaned, one of his knees sliding up between your legs.

“Gonna make ya feel real good, pretty girl”, he promised, gently beginning to move his knee in a circle as it pressed against your panties before biting your neck again.

The moan that escaped your lips was positively whorish. “Fuck, Mammon-.”

He smirked. “Can already feel how wet you are, pretty, y’gonna make a big mess? Seem like such a saint, but you're just a sloppy lil girl, huh?”

You nodded, grinding your hips down against him. “Mammon please- I need you.”

He laughed, pulling back slightly to pull his jacket off, discarding it on your bedroom floor. “Bet ya do, pretty girl. Need big bad demon cock to be satisfied, huh? Don’t care about angel purity as long as you got your man?”

You shook your head, tugging at the hem of his shirt. “Don’t need nothin’, just you, Mammon.”

“Fuck, doll, you don’t know whatcha do to me”, he bit his lip, before stripping down to his boxers. “I’m so hard for ya, baby.”

You sat up, admiring the length in his pants before looking up at him. “Can I make it better for you, Mammon?”

He groaned, palming himself while looking down at you as if you were his next meal. “Can’t take it when you say my name like that, doll- ya wanna make it better? How bout you show me what that pretty lil mouth can do?”

“Please- I don’t care how I get it, I just want you”, you begged, looking at him with hearts in your eyes. You felt like you were intoxicated, drunk on the man in front of you. “Mammon, Mammon, Mammon, wanna make him feel good”, was about all you could think. You wanted to feel him everywhere.

“I know ya want it, baby, but we gotta go slow. Don’t wanna hurt my pretty doll too bad…not yet anyways”, he smiled, pulling you closer as he took his cock out from his boxers.

You had seen porn before, sure, but nothing you had ever seen before could compare to this. Mammon’s dick was large, thick, and had a jacobs ladder piercing going down it. You salivated at the sight, taking your lip between your teeth at the thought of having him inside you.

“Come on, baby, take it…just be careful of those teeth, ‘kay?”, he encouraged, stroking his cock. You bent down, looking up at him as if he were a god, before taking the tip into your mouth. The taste of precum on your tongue was tart, but not unpleasant, as you fought to take him further down your throat, slowly making your way down his shaft. You left little lip gloss rings on his cock as you took it down your throat, gagging as his cock hit the back of your throat. 

He gently gripped your hair. “Careful, baby, take it slow”, he reminded, using the hair he gripped to guide your movement. “Bob your head baby, that's it”, he instructed, groaning as you got your bearings.

You moaned around his length, slowly beginning to enjoy the fluid motion of his hips rocking into your mouth as you took as much of him as you could, breathing through your nose. You felt dizzy, like the world was spinning, but you still focused on Mammon. He looked beautiful like this. You had always had a crush on him, sure, but this new sight had you feeling your heartbeat in your clit. White and gold hair was now a mess on his head, little beads of sweat blossomed from his brow, face flushed from pleasure. He had one hand in your hair and the other over his mouth but you could still hear every moan and groan of praise and pleads for more.

“Fuck, doll- I’m gonna cum, y’think you can swallow it all f’me?”, Mammon asked, words coming out in breathless whimpers as he tried to keep his hips still. You nodded, trying your best to keep from gagging as he jutted into your throat. He tugged your hair, cumming down your throat and sending a shiver down your spine. The taste wasn’t exactly pleasant, but it was tolerable, so you let the hot liquid travel down your throat as you swallowed before pulling off, breathing in fully for the first time in 6 minutes. “Fuck baby, so good, did such a good job”, he praised, hands coming down from your hair to stroke your cheek. “Such a good girl for me.”

You smiled tiredly as you leaned into his hand, basking in the praise, head still spinning. “Don’t think we’re done, princess. I still gotta get that sinful lil dress off’a ya”, he smirked, putting his dick away before pulling you up towards him and unceremoniously ripping off your dress. You gasped, hands instinctively coming up to cover your tits. He clicked his teeth.

“Dontcha be hidin’ from me now, doll. Wanna see it all, c’mere”, he instructed, taking your hands away from your chest and flipping you down onto your back. He pinned your wrists above your head, looking up and down your body, admiring every curve and edge.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get more beautiful…fuck”, he praised, gripping both your wrists in one of his hands as his other traveled down to your breasts. You moaned as he cupped your tit, gently playing with your nipple as he watched your face contort in pleasure.

“Mammon- stop teasing- want you in me”, you begged, a pout on your lips as you spread your legs under him.

He chuckled. “Oh my sinful little doll, dontcha worry ‘bout that. I’m gonna fuck you so good you forget your own name”, he promised, his hand traveling down between your legs, two calloused fingers circling your clit. You moaned at the touch, hips coming off the bed in search of more. You’d never felt anything like this before, it felt so different from your own fingers, so much better.

“So wet for me down here, huh, babe? Haven’t even taken your panties off and my fingers are soaked”, he teased, applying more pressure to your clit as you whined for his touch.

“Please- wan’ ‘em off- need you”, you begged, nails digging into his hand as he held yours down.

“Don’t gotta tell me twice, pretty girl”, he chuckled, pulling your panties off and tossing them to the floor, making a mental note to pocket them later.

“Fuck baby, got the most pretty pussy I’ve ever seen. You’re just perfect everywhere, huh?”, he exalted as he slipped two fingers in. How wet you were made the stretch easy but the foreign feeling had you near climax before he had even really done anything, the wind knocked out of you.

“Feels so good- please Mammon”, you begged as he began moving his fingers, pressing into the spongy spot inside you.

“What baby, tell me whatcha want. Wanna hear you say it”, he ordered, curling his fingers in just the right way that had you seeing stars.

“Need you to fuck me, Mammon, please-”, you begged, nails scratching down his back, making him groan.

“Fuck baby, course ya do. I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, gonna never want another cock”, he promised, taking off his boxers and spreading your legs. 

“‘M gonna go slow, ‘kay baby? Wanna make sure you’re feelin’ good, tell me if I hurt ya, yeah?”

You nod, pulling him closer. “Please, Mammon, I don’t care if it hurts- I just want you in me-”, you beg.

He chuckled, tugging you up by your hair to whisper in your ear. “I’m gonna make you regret sayin’ that, angelface.”

And with no other warning, he was sliding into you. The stretch was only mildly uncomfortable, the pleasure that filled your body and mind distracting you. You could see that Mammon was huge but he felt even bigger inside of you, he was all you could feel. And when you looked up, he was all you could see. He completely enveloped your senses in the best way possible. It felt like he turned your brain off with a single thrust.

Despite his prior statement, he did give you a moment to adjust to his size, checking every aspect of you for even a slight discomfort. As much as he wanted to mess you up, make you cry, ruin you for every other man, he loved you. If you could manage to focus, the hearts in his eyes would be clear as day. He wanted to break you apart and piece you back together.

“There we fuckin’ go, princess. Knew you could take it. Such a pretty lil’ angel slut”, he praised, thrusts growing more rapid as you left nail marks in his shoulders and down his back.

Your mind was dizzy with the pleasure and you had never heard such whorish sounds before, let alone from out of your mouth. Just minutes ago you thought his fingers inside of you felt big but this was another level and controlling yourself in any capacity was impossible. Suddenly, the angelic oath, everything you’d learned about saving yourself, anything your brother had told you were disappeared from your mind. All that mattered now was that you were Mammon’s. 

“Fuck Mammon, please-”, you begged without fully understanding what you were asking for. But Mammon knew.

“Fuck yeah, princess, I know what you need”, he assured, one hand moving down to rub your clit and the other wrapping around your neck, pressing into the sides to gently cut off blood flow, making your head spin. 

All of the added pleasure had your climax approaching faster than it ever had, completely overtaking your thoughts. Mammon smirked down at you, knowing what was about to come next before you had ever realized.

“There we go, baby, never seen such a pretty face on ya- can feel you squeezin’ on me, baby, feels so fuckin’ good. Come on, angel, cum on this cock”, he ordered, voice slurring as he was completely drunk on the feeling of your walls around him, yet still trying to appear cocky; that’s just who Mammon is. 

A wave of pleasure crashed into you like a freight train. Your legs wrapped around Mammon’s waist, pulling him in deeper as you came around his cock, walls pulsating. Mammon had fucked other people, sure, but nothing had ever felt like this. You squeezed his cock like a warm wet vice, and he swore that he’d never want for anything else.

“Gonna cum in ya, princess, gonna fill you up so good”, he swore before pumping his release into you, painting your gummy walls white before pulling out to admire his work.

“Damn, angel. You look beautiful no matter which hole I cum in”, he laughed before laying down next to you and pulling you into his arms. He brushed the hair stuck to your forehead with sweat out of your face and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Did you have a good first time, angel? I didn’t mean all that shit ‘bout you bein’ a slut, promise”, he assured, holding you tight.

You were too tuckered out to respond, the past hour still making your head spin. You simply nodded and laid your head on his chest. Mammon swore he couldn’t feel more in love than he did right now.

“Get some sleep angel, I’ll clean us up”, he promised. And that was about all it took for you to pass out on his chest. 

Once Mammon had you both cleaned up, he laid back down with you, holding you and admiring your beauty as you slept. His afterglow was quickly interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Simeon’s gonna kill you”, Solomon spoke through the door. But Mammon didn’t care. You were his now. And he’d get murdered by a powerful angel a thousand times over to keep you.

[secretivemessenger]

To cockwarm someone and to be cockwarmed😍😍😍😍

Levi as in Leviathan🥲

Fuck i should write a bottom johan but i've already finished the one for my limerence event and it's top johan, maybe next time🥲

BUT YOU ANSWER THE ASKS ALMOST 100% FAST, I TAKE 1 SECOND OFF YOUR BLOG AND IT SUDDENLY HAS 50 POSTS😭😭

Being a switch is a blessing 😌😌

Oh- OH then fuck yeahh let him cockwarm you while he’s playing his favorite video game adorable boy would be so focused in whatever game he’s playing he almost forgot about your cock thats buried deep inside of him , that is until you thrusted up right into his prostate making him almost drop his controller , and when he looks back at you just smile at him and reassure him that it was an accident like the dumb boy he is he’ll believe you and go back to playing , but you’ll continue making these small moves that drives him insane slowly but surely , at the end his body would be shaking like crazy as he drops the controller and just turns to hug you and burry his face in your neck before whispering a little please for you to just fuck him , and thats what you do fuck him so hard pump him full of your cum over and over again till he’s nothing but a dumb cum slut for you <3

Bottom johan yes sirr 😍😍😍

That’s because i spam alottt at one time sorry 😭😭😭😭

[blackkiwi]

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𐐪𐑂 ♡ an: I did this shi all at 4am last night what da hell

my dumb lil thirsts on how i think about these men that i know. i just know are fucking perverts, that and are into your ass LOL

warning +18 ahead

𐐪𐑂 ♡   cw: smut, mdni, unprotected sex, dumbification, breeding, somno, non con, implied impregnation,

Whether you're a fan of slapping or not, prepare for random strikes. Definitely does it for his pleasure not yours. Nicely deep inside you, slowly turning your pussy into a mess,, yet he doesn't halt his tempo, deeply thrusting his hips against your behind. watching the ripple of your ass jiggle. but that wasn't enough,, he just had to do it himself, winding his hand back for a nice *smack* and striking your ass sending shocks down your spine. Causing your pussy to clench hard on his cock certainly milking him at this point and that was enough to send him on edge,, Finally filling you to the brim,,, enjoying his high. You on the other hand did your best to give off an irritated look on your face even if you were flustered, turning your head back with an annoyed glare. But he doesn't seem to care,  head clearly in the clouds mesmerized by the sight of your beautiful body, how soft and plush your skin is,, your cute tummy and breast and finally the recoil of your sweet, sweet ass. Truly hypnotizing ♡

He's definitely a perverted lil shit too and doesn't hide it. Would randomly leave things on the floor just for you to bend over so he can sneak a peek and think of you during his 'alone time' aka when he misses you when in reality you'd just went out to get food. :( But wait there's more!! Sometimes when you're asleep he'd get a bit too pent up and would shamefully start rubbing up against you, slowly taking off your panties,,  it's okay though right? Just need some skin to skin contact, nothing wrong with that.. and begin fucking himself between you're thighs♡ Cock pressing real good against your pussy,, slowly.. in and out, in.. and out against your clit♡ it's pathetic really how easily he loses himself, precum already leaking making himself à mess on you're thighs, but he can't stop. You feel so good!! Like some dumb virgin, he can feel his mind go hazy again,, finally letting out his sweet moans and whimpers against your ear,, how bad his balls feel so full and he needs to cum! He no longer cares if you wake up,, he just wanted to paint your thighs with his cum!! In fact he does hope you're awake by now. Surely, you'll let him cum inside your pussy then??  It wouldn't be nice to waste my precious seed, especially since i've been saving my load for weeks just for you!! Please let him, let him creampie inside that delicious pussy of yours.

 He's been waiting to knock you up for a while now ♡.

CHILDE, Gorou, Kazuha, KAEYA, ITTO, Tighnari, THOMA, CYRO, Al-Haitham, Diluc

JEAN, REINER, EREN, CONNIE, ZEKE, PORCO

TOJI, Nanami, GOJO, GETO, Naoya, TODO, Noritoshi , ..mahito .

Long ah list and i know all the demon brothers ft. Diavolo would do this .

SHIGGY TOO FRFR.

[starrierknight]

no thoughts, just Satoru's huge hands on my tits and his mouth on my tits. sigh. he'd try and fit them completely in his mouth. he'd mouth against them. he'd lick, suck, and gently bite them. sigh. he'd just shove his face between them and stay there for hours, worshipping them until he just fell peacefully asleep on my chest. sigh.

[bite-sized-devil]

cowboy lucifer you say??

Ha haaaa yeaaaaah 😵‍💫

Picture this:

Lucifer with one leg up on the bed, resting his elbow on his thigh. It's hard to look at anything besides his very big hard cock standing at attention between his muscular thighs. But you just manage to get a glimpse of the rest of him.

That same arm he's resting on his thick thigh is reaching up to his cowboy hat, tilting it back with his long pointer finger. His bicep bulging deliciously because of the angle of his bent elbow.

His other hand has one of your ankles in a tight grip, he drags you down the bed towards him. Smirking at how you squeal, he thinks it's so funny how you resist him. He can see how much you want him.

Watching the way your tongue darts out to lick your lower lip. The slight rose colour on your cheeks. Your wide eyes all hazy with lust as you fully take in his form. Not to mention the sweet scent of your arousal is so thick it's making me a little dizzy.

His smirk widens and you catch a flash of white fangs and you shudder and press your thighs together in response. You know what those fangs can do, felt it first hand.

"What do you think darlin'? Should the hat stay on?" He asks the question in his best cowboy accent. And like the rest of him he delivers it flawlessly.

You barely finishing nodding before he cuts you off with a "Thought so puddin'." He grabs you roughly and turns you over so he can force your cute ass up and your pretty little head down.

Babe I'm feeling some sort of way about this 🥵🥵

[touyaspeach]

Mammon eats pussy very carefully, almost too carefully. He just wants to make sure he's doing everything he can to give you the best possible experience. You're his human, after all, and he's gonna make sure he treats you right, dammit.

So it's slow, deliberate passes of his tongue up the entire length of you, soft moans against your petal-soft skin, and careful thumbs massaging into your thighs as he holds you open. He hums when he feels your clit throb between his lips, and gently presses in two fingers.

He is careful, finds just the right spot as he suckles and nurses on your bud, rubbing his fingertips to stimulate your sweet spot and make you moan.

The entire time he's stealing glances at your face, loving how it twists in pleasure, loving your hands in his hair and your arousal down his chin. Mammon eats you out like he's sampling a fine wine, and it's sure to leave you breathless and craving more.

[jellykis]

kinda nsfw?

levi being smothered in 2 different ways ( ´_ゝ`)

click for better quality

[barbatosgossipsection]

[cosmicstarlatte]

me watching the monsterfuckers flock to my blog: 👁👁👁