Birthday With Mammon

⌕ Birthday with Mammon

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, kind of size kink, cum kink, oral. PIV

"Happy Birthday, MC." Mammon hums as he kisses your thigh. His lips latch onto your soft skin, gently sucking and leaving a trail of marks. His large hands grope your tits, and he buries his face is into your pussy.

You squirm as his tongue runs over your clit, your legs trembling around his head.

"Already so wet." He remarks, running his tongue up your pussy, "And so turned on for me" His usual grin is on his face, the corners of his lips turned up smugly. He looked like he was enjoying his favorite meal, sucking and licking between your legs.

His erection was so hard it was begining to feel painful. Still, he ignored it for you, until you reached for his horn, pulling his head up to kiss him.

"Mammon, I want you to fuck me already" you huff after the kiss, pulling away from him to nip at his Adam's apple.

"Are you sure you're ready for me?" He asks, his deep voice sending pleasant shivers up your spine.

How sweet of him. He was still checking if you're ready, even after he'd been eating you out for the last 20 minutes.

He slipped a finger into you as if to check whether you've loosed up, and you nodded at him, "Mhm"

He kissed your lips before unbuckling his belt, stroking his cock and watching how your eyes hungrily stared at him.

Mammon felt his face heat up, his cock throbbing in his hand as he lined it up with your entrance, pushing its big head into you as he rubbed your clit.

"My lovely master..." He rasps out, pushing inside inch by inch.

Despite how ready you are, you still feel the stretch, your eyes almost rolling to the back of your head because of the sensation. Mammon was filling you up, and rubbing your clit. You clutched his horn, squeezing it tightly.

Something wet fell on your face, almost like a drop of rain. When you looked up, you could see his horn was wet. As you continued to squeeze his horn, More of the sticky white fluids dribble down onto your cheek, and you raise your head to lick them.

"...so fucking good. Mammon, keep going" you moan, feeling him slam his hips into yours. His cock hitting all the right places to make you feel good.

Mammon groaned, his face flushed red as you licked his horn. He pulled his hips back before thrusting them forward, watching as you mewled under him.

His fingers dig into your soft hips, feeling your tight walls clench around him with every thrust.

"You feel so good" He moans into your ear.

He kisses your lips again, his body pressing into yours as he ejaculates inside you, filling you up with all his cum.

He thrusts into you a few more times, making sure you're all filled up before he gives you a sweet look and says, "Happy birthday, Master"

You watch as his cock disappears back into you, and It's so fucking hot. His massive cock fucking you, Mammon stuffing you with his cum.

Best birthday present.

You melt against his body, wrapping your arm around his neck as you kiss him, "Thank you"

The second descendant [pt. ?]

You don't feel much. Just tiredness thanks to your situation. You work a shitty job that pays you minimum wage per hour. You're barely making enough to live, and working long shifts every week is draining you both mentally and physically.

You sometimes wonder if it's because your family's financial situation has always been bad, Or is it just because you didn't want to go to college or university? If you went to university would you have become something better than a minimum wage employee? Or would you be drowning in student debt?

You don't know.

You don't know anything. You don't know what you want to do, you don't know what your future might be like. You're just breathing, living day by day and being physically present while your mind is absent. Your boss and colleagues have chided you several times for spacing out, but what can you do about it? Nothing.

You don't feel like being here.

Now, Imagine you’re the great Solomon’s second living descendant– pretty much useless. You didn’t inherit any of his abilities nor pacts, you just happen to be a member of his bloodline. Now, you’re not exactly the weakest sorcerer alive, but you’re not the strongest either. The way that the demons found out you exist was by a loudmouthed angel reporting to Michael about you during an attack on hades.

So, What about life after coming to hell? Different world different situation, right?

When you somehow get into trouble involving the seraphim, you know that you're near your end. When Beelzebub comes to see you, he gives you a sympathetic look, his face clearly showing he was pitying you. "I'm tired. Leave. " You tell him, trying to ignore the stench of blood that was left in your cold apartment, along with the dead bodies of angels and a broken wall.

Curse you Solomon.

This is all your fault.

Not even Satan can look at the poor excuse of a sorcerer that you are compared to your ancestor.

At least Ra-on can somewhat use her abilities, unlike you.

The useless descendant whoose body is too weak to handle its own power.

...you regret not torturing all of those angels you just killed.

Fucking Agares / thirst

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, passionate hot sex with some gentle choking and possessiveness. / (Fem!Reader btw)

No rational thoughts, head full of Agares pounding you ruthlessly. You make him stay on top of you, and he whines, wanting to be below you while you ride his cock instead.

Your hand is on his throat and you're squeezing it, Meanwhile, his hands are also holding onto your throat. His fingers apply the tiniest, barely even there pressure on your windpipe.

His hips slam against yours, loud sounds of skin hitting skin filling the room lewdly. He groans as he feels you clench around him. He's looking at you with bleary eyes, asking you for a kiss, and panting.

It's passionate, hot, and a little rough.

Sex with him is the best.

His hot body pressed against yours again, and he finally slowed down, chest heaving and muscles tensing as he came inside of you for the second time. He pulled out of you to rip the cum filled condom off of himself and replace it with a new one. Finally, Agares kisses your lips again.

“You're driving me insane” he mutters as you nip his lower lip.

“You're already insane,” you tell him, pushing him down onto the bed so that you're the one on top now.

He bites his lip, his hands holding onto your waist while you slide down onto his cock. Your fingers grip his white hair to gently pull his face towards yours.

"Agares, who's your master?"

"it's You, MC. Only you can have me like this"

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⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, drugging, Implied noncon at the end. short and rushed Yandere Reader fic (Fem)

You’ve had your eyes on the first prince of Obsidian ever since he knocked on your door that one night, to ask you for directions. The man was gorgeous, and you’ve never felt someone give off an aura as seductively dark as his.

He was… something else.

FInding out his identity didn’t deter you from him, as your heart longed for the stranger– You never feared him. The more time you spent with him, the more infatuated you became with him, and being around him made your heart flutter. Gilbert was the perfect man, a bit of a problem maker sometimes... but so cute! He was everything you could possibly wish for.

He was so beautiful…

Every time he looked at you, He made your heart beat faster. How could a man steal your heart this fast? Your strong feelings quickly turn into an obsession, and then you were always with him. Someone tried approaching Gilbert? Well, would you look at that… You suddenly acted out aggressively and hurt the person “By accident”.

Sariel becomes afraid of your sudden change in behavior. He even confronts you about it, soon realizing that you might have gone mad because of how you were describing your feelings for Gilbert. Sariel looked taken aback when you snap at him and bluntly tell him to fuck off.

Gilbert is yours, he's perfect, he's yours.

All of the words leaving your mouth were crazy.

This can’t be the Belle Sariel picked…? right?

.

It doesn’t matter though, Whatever Sariel thinks or if he calls you obsessed.

You now have Gilbert cornered, and you couldn’t be happier. He stares at you cautiously as you slither up to him like a snake, and wrap him up in your firm embrace. His initial resolve to push you away is quickly thrown out of the window when you yank him closer to you and kiss him.

His fingers tremble as they make their way to your lower back, and your tongue enters his mouth to entwine with his.

By the time you pull away, you’ve turned Gilbert into a blushing mess with a string of saliva still connecting your lips.

You push him back against the wall, and he doesn’t resist you as you begin to strip his clothes off and throw them to the side.

Of course, that means that he loves you too… right? His lack of resistance sure does!

You peel his shirt off of him, and he shudders when the cold air hits his heated skin, “Wait.” He says weakly as he tries to push your hand away when you reach down for his trousers.

In his fucked up state, Gilbert still somehow manages to stay coherent and muster some courage to push you away, “What did you drug me with?” He asks sharply while coldly glaring straight at you. “Phencyclidine. Don’t worry about that, Gil.” You coo as you cup his cheek and press a kiss against it. He looks at you with a pained expression before murmuring, “Have you lost your mind? or are you really this bold? If you kill me now then Rhodolite will be wiped off the map.”

“Oh, I’m not doing this to kill you... or for rhodolite.” You tell him

“What?”

“I’m not going to kill you, silly. I’m doing this because I love you~ The drugs take some time to take full effect though.”

He looks dumbfounded, His beautiful crimson eye looking all around the room as he tries to make sense of the situation. “I love you Gil” You say as you press another chaste kiss against his cheek.

“I see…” He whispers underneath his breath as his eye closes. He looks doubtful, somewhat restless, but way less than you expected him to look.

“Lean back, Gil.” You suddenly push his shoulders down, and his back hits the cushion lying on the floor. At least you were thoughtful enough to put a pillow there… Still, this doesn’t sit right with him.

You get on top of him, and although he tries to push you off, you merely brush his hands to the side before your hand wraps around his neck. He can’t deny that the way your hand holds his throat so firmly is somewhat hot and he’s getting aroused, but your predicament was way too fucked up for him to enjoy anything.

“Gil, pay attention to me.” your hold on his throat tightened as your other hand slapped his face. It wasn’t too hard, but it was enough to make his cheek sting. He winces, and though he once again tries to push you off, even kick you, he can’t do that because he was too weak. Disoriented, numb. He was losing feelings and his head was fuzzy.

"I'll show you how much I love you" is all he hears before he feels your hands all over his body.

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