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justcallmefox89 · 5 years ago

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Truth or Dare Part 9 - Mammon’s Ending/Finale

Arianthi and Mammon learn how the other demon brothers feel about her new position in the Devildom, and Mammon reaffirms his love for Arianthi. Sparks fly at the party Diavolo throws for Solomon and Arianthi.

Written from the perspective of my female OC Arianthi.

NSFW - oral sex, penetrative sex, public sex/quickie, unprotected sex.

Mood List:

Jacob Lee - I Belong to You Calum Scott - If Our Love is Wrong The Killers - Romeo and Juliet Tom O’Dell - Go Tell Her Now Luke Evans - Show Me Heaven

Beel is the first one to react, vaulting over the dinner table to scoop both of us up into a huge hug. Asmo and Belphie quickly follow, joining the cuddle puddle and squeezing us tight.

“I can’t believe you get to stay!” Beel exclaims.

“We can still have our spa nights!” Asmo squeals.

“And our after school naps,” Belphie adds.

Levi offers me a high five over his brothers’ heads, while Satan and Lucifer look on with pleased smiles.

“Now we can keep leveling up in Mononoke Island!” Levi says, practically vibrating with excitement.

“Well, Lucifer still hasn’t said if I can stay in the House of Lamentation with you,” I say, looking at the Avatar of Pride hopefully.

Mammon, his brothers, and I all give Lucifer our best puppy dog eyes.

Lucifer rolls his eyes and gives us all a smirk. “Of course you’re allowed to stay here Arianthi. You’re Mammon’s partner, and I think I speak for the rest of us when I say that we consider you family.”

Everyone else smiles and nods. Mammon and I hug each other tightly, smiling like crazy. Beel finally releases us so we can finish dinner, everyone excited that I’m officially allowed to stay in the Devildom.

After dinner we all migrate to the living room. Asmo paints his nails, Beel watches a movie and snacks while Belphie naps on him, and Levi games on his phone. Satan and Lucifer have both settled in to read, and I sit on the couch with Mammon’s head in my lap. I idly stroke his hair while he scrolls through Devilgram on his phone and I read a lesson in my History of Devildom textbook.

After a while Mammon becomes restless, nuzzling his face into my stomach and nipping at me. He tugs at my shirt with his teeth and grins up at me.

“Hey, let’s go up to our room. I wanna show ya something,” he whispers to me.

I smirk at him. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He stands up and reaches a hand out, helping me up off the couch.

“Where are you two headed?” Asmo asks in a sing-song voice, a knowing smile on his face.

“None of your business,” Mammon snaps at him, blushing. He tugs me along behind him, and as soon as we’re out of sight of his brothers we race to our bedroom, giggling.

Once in our room Mammon slams the door behind us, quickly locking it. He pulls me into his arms, planting a searing kiss on my lips. He breaks away, placing soft kisses on my eyelids, my nose, my cheeks, before finally returning to my lips.

“I got something for ya,” he says, leading me to our bed.

“A present?” I ask, excitedly.

“Yeah,” he smirks, puffing out his chest with pride. “I even bought it myself. Worked some shifts at Hell’s Kitchen to afford it. I had it made special for ya and everything.”

He pulls a small box from the top drawer of his nightstand and presses it into my hands. “Go on, open it.”

I untie the delicate ribbon that wraps around the box, and lift the lid. Nestled inside on the velvet lining is a large silver oval locket. On the outside of the locket is an engraving of a familiar symbol.

Tears spring to my eyes as I gently lift the locket to take a closer look at it.

“Oh Mammon,” I whisper.

“What’s the matter?” He asks worriedly. “Do ya not like it?”

I reach out a hand to touch his cheek. “I love it baby. So, so much.”

Mammon looks at me shyly.

I gently trace the engraving with one finger. “That’s our pact mark.”

“I want ya to always have me close to your heart. Ya mean more to me than anything, and I want ya to know I’m always thinking of ya. That pact mark is our bond. Our promise to each other.”

A few happy tears leak out. “It’s beautiful Mammon.”

“Go on and open it up baby,” he urges me.

I click open the clasp and smile when I see the locket’s contents. On one side is a picture of Mammon and me, taken the first night I had gone out with the brothers. We were at The Fall, seated so close together our foreheads were nearly touching, gazing into each other’s eyes, smiling and laughing at a private joke. Levi had snapped the picture without us knowing, only showing it to us later.

The other side holds two locks of hair; one bright white, the other inky black, tied together with a delicate gold ribbon.

“I got Asmo to clip that the last time he did your hair,” Mammon admits bashfully. “I remember what ya said, that first night we were really boyfriend and girlfriend. That ya liked the way our hair looked all tangled together, like dark and light. That they were both part of a whole and one couldn’t exist without the other.”

“Mammon.” Touched, I lean in and give him a soft kiss.

“Can I put it on ya? I really wanna see ya wearin’ it.”

I turn my back to him, pulling my hair over one shoulder. He fastens the clasp, then trails his slender fingers over the back of my neck before turning me to face him.

“That’s how I think of ya baby. You’re the part that makes me whole. And I don’t wanna exist without ya,” he admits, cupping my face with his hands.

“You never will baby. As long as you want me, I’m all yours.” I lean forward to brush my lips against his.

“Arianthi?” Mammon whispers, so softly I can barely hear him.

“Yeah?”

“I wanna,” he hesitates, the tips of his ears turning pink. “I wanna be with ya. Really be with ya. Let me make love to ya? Please?”

I nod, leaning forward to kiss his neck. “Yes. I want you to make love to me,” I whisper in his ear.

He shivers at the feel of my breath against his skin, then turns his head, giving me the softest of kisses. He gently kisses across my cheek and my jaw, slowly working his way down my neck. He lifts my shirt over my head, tossing it onto the floor.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing across the swell of my breasts.

“So are you baby,” I reply, tugging his shirt off, running my hands over his shoulders and down his chest. He moans low in appreciation, reaching out to run his hands up and down my sides.

Mammon runs one finger over my breasts, before reaching behind me and undoing my bra. My breasts bounce free and he surges forwards, latching his mouth onto one nipple to suck eagerly, rolling the other between his fingers until it forms a stiff peak.

I sigh in pleasure, my head lolling back. Mammon takes advantage, leaning forwards to place an open mouthed kiss at the hollow of my throat.

He eases me back against the mattress, kissing and nipping his way down my chest and stomach, stopping when he reaches the waistband of my jeans.

He looks up at me, soft blue eyes meeting mine. “Is this ok?”

I nod and smile at him, breathless with anticipation.

He slowly eases my jeans over my hips and down my legs, kissing every inch of newly exposed skin as he goes. Once I’m free of my jeans, he kisses his way back up, pulling me to the edge of the mattress. He kneels on the floor and hooks my legs over his shoulders.

His presses a kiss to my core and I feel the heat of his mouth, even through my panties. He slides them aside and slips one finger in my pussy.

“Mmmmm, already so wet for me baby,” he murmurs against me, the vibrations of his words against my skin making me shiver with desire. “Are ya lookin’ forward to this that much?”

He snaps the waistband of my panties against my skin. “I think it’s time to get rid of these. I’m ready to really taste ya.”

He slides his finger out and my pussy clenches, and I whimper at the loss.

“Shh baby, give me just a second,” Mammon reassures me softly, placing a kiss on one of my thighs. He quickly pulls down my panties, returning to his place between my legs. He give my slit a long, deliberate swipe with his tongue, teasing between my folds, making my hips buck up against his mouth.

“Mammon!” I gasp out.

He chuckles, sliding a finger into my moist heat, stroking in and out, watching me writhe under his ministrations. He adds another finger, then lowers his head, licking my clit while pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy in a delicious rhythm.

I let out a high pitched whine, reaching down to run my fingers through his hair, pulling on it slightly. “More Mammon...please....”

His tongue stills, but his fingers never stop moving. “Be patient baby. I’ve waited a long time to taste ya and I intend to eat my fill.” He smirks up at me.

He lowers his head again and I throw my head back against the pillows, arching my hips towards him, desperate to feel more of his mouth.

“God baby, your mouth feels so fucking amazing,” I whisper.

I feel him smile against me. “And you taste delicious. You’re lookin’ so pretty, all blushin’ and squirmin’ for me.”

He removes his fingers, only to replace them with his tongue. As his tongue plunges into my pussy I arch off the mattress. “Fuck Mammon! Right there!”

“That’s right baby, let the whole house hear ya. Let ‘em know I’m the one making ya feel this good. Let ‘em know THE Great Mammon know how to work his girl’s pussy.”

His continues to work me with his tongue, and he eventually adds his fingers to slowly tease my clit. He brings me to the edge several times, backing off just before I cum.

“Mammon please...... no teasing! I need to cum. I need you to make me cum!” I whimper and beg, arching my hips, urging him to give me more.

I hear a low growl from Mammon. “Almost there baby......just a little more....... I’m not done tastin’ ya just yet.”

My eyes roll back in my head as his pace increases. I grip the sheets, unable to form words, incoherent whines and mewls leaving my mouth.

His speed increases just a little more and I feel the familiar tightening of muscles in my thighs and lower abdomen. One, two, three more strokes of his tongue and I come completely undone, screaming Mammon’s name.

His fingers and mouth work me through my orgasm, leaving my body spent and trembling. Mammon eases his way back up onto the mattress, leaning over me. His mouth and chin are wet from my release and he licks his lips, closing his eyes and savoring my taste.

He brings his mouth down to mine, giving me a sweet kiss. “How was it baby? Was it good for ya?”

I giggle at him. “You really have to ask?”

He blushes slightly, looking a little insecure. “I mean was it good compared to....... ya know? Was I good enough?”

I loop my arms behind his neck. “It doesn’t even compare baby. You are beyond perfection.”

I arch my body against his, stretching languidly. “I want more baby. I want to feel you inside me. I need you Mammon.”

He grins at me. “I can’t ever tell ya no baby.”

He shimmies out of his pants and boxers, then climbs back up onto the bed next to me. He closes the distance between us and we reach for each other, using our hands and mouths to explore each other’s bodies.

I nip roughly at his neck, earning a deep whine, then snake my hand down, starting to stroke his cock.

“I love it when ya touch me,” he whispers. “It’s the best damn feeling in the world.”

He allows me a few more minutes of stroking and kissing, before he pulls me against his trembling body. “I need ya baby, I need to be inside ya, hearin’ ya say my name.”

“Tell me how you want me,” I murmur, completely at his mercy.

He scoots up to the headboard, adjusting some pillows until he’s comfortable, then sits up against them, legs crossed, and motions for me to join him.

“Come here baby. I need to feel ya close, I wanna look in your eyes the first time we’re together like this.”

He adjusts me on his lap so that I’m facing him, my weight supported by his thighs. I wrap my legs around his waist and lace my hands behind his neck. Our bodies are flush together, and this position is intimate in a way I’ve never experienced.

Mammon kisses me, gently biting my lower lip. “Are ya ok if I.....?”

I nod eagerly, the need to feel him inside me overwhelming. He reaches between us and gives his cock a few quick strokes. I tilt my hips then slowly sink down against his cock until our hips are pressed tight together, his thick cock buried in my pussy.

Mammon’s arms tighten around my waist, and he buries his face in my neck. Neither one of us move, allowing me a chance to adjust to his thickness, stretching me to my limit and making my eyes roll back at the delicious sensation.

“Ya feel so good baby, I didn’t ........I never thought,” Mammon’s voice hitches in his throat and he begins kissing over my neck and shoulder. “Can I move baby?”

“God yes,” I moan out, and we slowly begin to move together.

This position doesn’t allow for deep thrusting, so we slowly grind against each other, bodies pressed together, my sensitive nipples rubbing against the smooth skin of his chest. Mammon’s lips ghost over my neck and shoulders, while his hands roam over my back, my waist, my ass.

My lips catch his in a deep kiss, my tongue lazily stroking his, our hips never breaking rhythm. I weave my fingers through his hair, the silky strands adding yet another sensation to our love making. He lets out a needy whimper, nuzzling his face into my neck.

I feel a sudden wetness dripping down my neck and onto my chest. I tug on Mammon’s hair, forcing his head back so I can look at him. My hips temporarily stop their slow grinding when I see that he has tears in his eyes.

“Is everything ok Mammon? Do I need to stop?” I ask, concerned.

He places his hands on my hips, gently starting up our rhythm again.

“Don’t ya even think about it,” he mumbles. “It might kill me if ya stop now.”

“What’s wrong baby?” I kiss the tears from his cheeks, tasting their saltiness.

“Nothing at all baby.” He smiles at me, tearing up again. “Having ya in my arms like this is fucking perfect. It’s...........it’s never been like this before. I’ve never felt like this when I ........” He stops, blushing.

I wrap my arms tightly around his shoulders and bury my face in his neck. “Do you know why that is baby?”

He manages a small shake of his head, increasing the pace of his hips. I moan loudly, temporarily forgetting what I was going to say. I can feel my wetness coating his thighs, and I’m aroused like I never have been before.

When I once again have command of the English language I finish my thought. “It’s better because we love each other. It’s not just physical with us baby, it’s emotional too.”

Mammon leans his forehead against mine, blue eyes gazing at me intently. “I love ya so much Arianthi.”

“I love you too Mammon,” I reply, pressing my lips to his.

Our kisses are slow and lazy, matching the languid pace of our hips. We gently work each other into a frenzy, fingers exploring while his cock continues to stretch me, my clit grinding against him.

Our bedroom becomes an orchestra of skin meeting skin, desperate kisses, needy moans, and soft whimpers.

“Baby, baby, I’m getting close. God, your pussy feels so fuckin’ good.” Mammon breathes harshly against my neck.

“Then cum for me Mammon.” I whisper in his ear.

He whole body shivers at my command and he moves his hips more quickly. I’m close too, and feeling him chase is orgasm is quickly bringing me to the edge.

I grind down on him, taking him as deep as I can, and I feel his body stiffen beneath mine. He arches his hips up into my mine as much as he can and lets out a beautifully obscene moan, whispering my name repeatedly against my neck.

I feel him orgasm, shooting his thick warm cum deep in my pussy. Feeling his cock twitch inside me sets off my own orgasm, igniting my body on fire and causing my pussy to squeeze his cock tightly, milking him of every drop of cum.

Overwhelmed, my head drops back and I soon feel Mammon’s lips on my throat.

“That was amazing baby. Ya feel so damn good,” he whispers against my skin, his tone reverent.

We stay still for several moments, our bodies still linked, holding each other tightly and kissing. Mammon eventually lifts me from his lap, settling me next to him so that we’re facing each other.

He reaches out and pushes some of my hair away from my face, letting his fingers linger on my cheeks.

“Ya make me so happy Arianthi,” he whispers, his eyes once again bright with tears.

I turn my head to kiss his fingers, then his palm. “You make me happy too Mammon. I didn’t know what to expect when I got dragged down here..........I thought my whole life had been ruined. All I wanted to do was go home. But now I can’t even imagine going back. I’ve found the love of my life here, and I never want to be without you.”

Mammon bites his lip, looking at me hopefully. “Ya really mean that? I’m the love of your life?”

I nuzzle my nose against his. “You really are baby.”

His smile lights up his whole face. He pulls me to him, holding me tightly, our arms and legs winding together. He buries his face in my hair.

“You’re the love of my life too Arianthi. I’m never lettin’ ya go.”

I cuddle closer to him, wrapping him tightly in my arms. We fall asleep like that, tangled in each other.

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One month passes and the first session of the exchange program ends. True to his word, Diavolo throws a party for Solomon and I at The Fall in honor of our new positions.

I spend the hours before the party getting ready with Asmo in his room.

“Why did Mammon say I needed to get dressed up again?” I ask as Asmo flicks through the clothes in his closet, searching for something I can wear.

“He didn’t say. I would have made sure you looked fabulous anyway,” he flashes me a grin. “But Mammon said to make sure “ya looked extra special tonight”.” Asmo mimics Mammon’s voice and we both giggle.

“Everyone else is going in demon form aren’t they?” I try to peek over Asmo’s shoulder to see what he’s searching for.

He gently hip checks me out of the closet.

“No peeking! And yes, we are. What’s the fun in going to a fabulous party at The Fall is you can’t let your demon out?”

He gives me a playful wink before turning back to his closet.

I sit down at Asmo’s vanity, sorting through his cosmetics, applying some mascara and pondering lipstick colors. I hear a victorious cry from inside the closet.

“Found it!” Asmo sings out, coming towards me holding a dress made of flowing black silk. He holds it up for my inspection.

I smile at him. “It’s gorgeous Asmo. It’s not quite your usual style though.”

The dress has long sleeves and a demure v-neck.

He grins at me wickedly then turns the dress to show me the back.

“Oh! Never mind. Definitely your style.” The back of the dress is cut in a deep V, guaranteed to show a wide expanse of skin.

“Go on, try it out,” Asmo urges me, pushing the dress into my hands.

I step into his bathroom, quickly shedding my clothes and slipping into the dress. I come out for his inspection.

“What do you think? Will this be special enough?”

Asmo circles me, eyeing the dress critically. He finally breaks out into a grin.

“It’s perfect.” He pushes me towards his full length mirror. “Go on and check it out.”

I twist and turn in front the mirror. Even I have to admit the dress looks fantastic. I turn to look over my shoulder, and see my back is nearly bare due to the cut of the dress.

“I love it Asmo!” I exclaim, giddy with happiness.

“Do you want to borrow any jewelry?” he asks, sitting down at his vanity to sort through his jewelry box.

I shake me head. “No, I’m just going to wear this.” I touch Mammon’s locket and smile.

“What about your hair?”

I perk up. “Could you put it in a fishtail braid for me?”

“Come here.” He smiles and pats the space on the bench beside him.

Mammon bursts into the room several minutes later.

“Oi! We need to get movin’ or....” his voice trails off as he gets his first decent look at me.

I stand up, suddenly nervous about what he thinks of the dress.

He hold out his hand. “Come here, pretty girl. Let me get a better look at ya.”

I walk towards him. “You look pretty good yourself baby.”

He’s already in his demon form, looking absolutely delectable.

He takes my hand and twirls me in a circle, giving a low whistle when he sees the back of the dress. “Good pick Asmo. Arianthi looks perfect.”

“Finally, my big brother appreciates my talents,” Asmo sighs dramatically, before turning back to his mirror and touching up his eyeliner.

Mammon pulls me to him, resting his hands on my hips. I place my hands on his bare chest and reach up to give him a kiss. He leans forward when I pull away, not ready to part. He pouts when I smile at him.

“Come on baby, we don’t want to be late.” I take his hand and pull him towards the door.

“Wait for me!” Asmo cries, rushing to catch up with us.

The party is already in full force when we arrive; demons dancing and socializing, all with drinks in hand. I see Solomon holding court in the middle of a large group of demons and wave excitedly at him. He waves back, a small smile on his face.

Mammon rolls his eyes, tugging me towards a booth where the rest of his brothers are sitting. The table is piled high with food and drinks and everyone, even Belphie, is laughing and talking.

“You look gorgeous tonight princess.” Mammon and I both turn to see Diavolo behind us, drink in hand.

Mammon scowls at him and tenses, relaxing only when I put my hand on his shoulder and rub soothingly.

“Thank you Diavolo.” I give him a polite smile. “And thank you for hosting this party; Solomon and I are very grateful. We’re excited to start our new positions with the exchange program too.”

“I’m so happy that you’ve decided to stay,” Diavolo answers, giving me a shy smile. “Well, I’ll let you go socialize with your friends.”

He reaches out as if to touch my hand, but stops suddenly when Mammon gives a low growl of warning.

Mammon hugs me to him possessively, staring daggers at Diavolo as he walks away. “What a dick,” he mutters.

I press a kiss to his cheek then gently shove him towards the booth, squeezing in next to Levi and Satan.

The rest of the night is a blur of food, drinking, dancing, and laughing with the brothers. Mammon stays close to my side, dancing every dance with me, his eyes never straying. He does allow me to drag Levi onto the dance floor for one song with only minimal grumbling.

Towards the end of the night I’m talking to Satan when Mammon creeps up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. He brushes his mouth against the delicate skin of my ear.

“Let’s get out of here for a minute.”

“But I’m talking to Satan,” I protest, wondering why he suddenly wants to leave.

Mammon smoothly takes my drink and hands it off to Satan. “He won’t mind.”

He smirks and pulls me away as Satan watches us leave, startled.

I’m laughing and breathless by the time Mammon has led me out onto a private balcony. He shut the doors behind us, shielding us from the rest of the party goers.

“Looking for some privacy my love?” I ask him as I lean against the balcony, taking in the view of the Devildom at night.

Mammon comes up behind me, kissing my neck, fingers trailing along the bare skin of my back. “Something like that. Can’t a demon just want a few minutes alone with his girl?”

I giggle as he kisses my ear, his lips tickling me. “There’s nothing wrong with that at all baby.” I turn in his arms. “Now that we’re all alone why don’t you let me give you a proper kiss?”

He smirks at me. “Somebody’s greedy for THE Great Mammon tonight huh?”

He eagerly leans towards me, soft lips meeting mine. I take my time, pouring all of my love for him into the kiss. He licks at my bottom lip and I open my mouth slightly, allowing my tongue to meet his.

“I love you,” he murmurs against my lips when we finally break the kiss.

“I love you too.”

I catch a glimpse of his grin as he pulls me into a tight hug. “I’m never gonna get tired of hearing ya say that.”

I hug him back just as tightly. “I’ll never get tired of saying it.”

We stay in each other’s arms, staring out into the night, content just to hold each other in that moment.

“Hey baby, can I ask you somethin’?” Mammon whispers the question so quietly I almost don’t hear it.

“Of course, anything you want,” I reply.

He takes a deep, shuddering breath and steps away from me slightly. His ears are slightly pink and he looks as if he’s having trouble gathering his thoughts. I wait patiently, curious about what he has to say.

He finally meets my eyes. “Ya know I love ya right?”

“Yes,” I answer, slightly confused.

“And ya know I never want ya to be anywhere else, right? Ya know I want ya to stay with me?”

“Yes,” I answer again.

“Any ya know I’d never do anything to hurt ya, right?”

I’m suddenly alarmed by this line of questioning.

This......this does not usually end well when the conversation starts out with questions like this.

I reach out and touch his arm. “Mammon, is something wrong? Did something happen?”

“Ugh! Fuck!” Mammon mutters, running his hands through his hair as if he’s distressed. He turns to tightly grip the balcony railing, mumbling to himself under his breath.

“Baby?” I delicately run my fingers along one of his wings.

He spins around suddenly to face me. “No, nothing’s wrong ya dumb human!”

I stare at him in shock, unable to form a response.

He hasn’t called me that in months. Not since we started dating.

My hurt must show on my face because Mammon reaches out to grip my hands.

“I’m so sorry baby. Nothing is wrong, everything is perfect......that’s why I wanna....” he breaks off groaning in frustration. “I’m sorry, I’m just so damn worked up I don’t even know how to act.”

He suddenly reaches into one of his pockets, pulling something out and thrusting it into my hands. “Here. Just take it.” His face is flushed bright red.

I uncurl my fingers and find myself looking down at a small jewelry box. I look at him for a second before carefully opening it. Sitting inside is a ring; a large princess cut black diamond in a platinum setting.

“Mammon!” I cry out, feeling my eyes widen.

“Ah fuck! It’s too small isn’t it?” He runs his hands through his hair again, agitated. “I knew it, I knew I shou-”

“Mammon!” I shout, trying to get him back on track.

He looks at me, startled. “Yeah?”

I hold up the ring. “Is this what I think it is?”

“If ya think it’s me fuckin’ up tryin’ to ask the girl I love more than anything to marry me then yeah, that’s exactly what it is!”

I throw myself into his arms. “Yes! Yes yes yes yes!”

“Yes?” He looks shocked, like he expected a different answer.

“Of course yes! I love you so much!” I pepper his face with kisses, until he breaks away from me, chuckling.

“Alright, let’s see how it looks on ya.” He takes the jewelry box from me, removing the ring and gently sliding it on my finger.

I move my hand and the diamond sparks, glittering in the moonlight. “It’s perfect Mammon,” I whisper.

“It does look damn good on ya.” He kisses my knuckles, lingering on my ring finger. “I can’t believe you’re gonna be mine forever.”

He looks at me in awe, then leans forward, kissing me hungrily. He presses me back against the balcony railing, biting my lower lip. I gasp and his tongue enters my mouth, plundering and teasing until I’m out of breath.

“I can’t believe ya said yes,” he whispers. “I didn’t even know I could feel this happy, didn’t know it was possible.” He presses a kiss beneath my ear, making me shiver. “I love you. I can’t wait to make ya my wife.”

“I can’t wait to be the wife of THE Great Mammon,” I respond, running my fingers along his chest and down his abs.

“Oh yeah?” He smirks.

“Oh yeah,” I answer, tugging him to me, using the straps of his harness. “What do you think about celebrating our engagement?”

I eye him suggestively.

“What? Here?” He squeaks in surprise.

“Why not?” I leave a small love bite on his chest, then another on his neck. “We’re alone out here. We can be quick.”

I reach down and palm his hardening cock through his pants.

He groans and spins me to face away from him. “You are gonna be the death of me,” he growls in my ear, pushing my dress up over my hips. “Ya better hold on to that damn railing.”

I give a small yelp as Mammon rips away my lace panties. I look over my shoulder to see him shoving them into his pocket. He catches me looking and smirks. “Party favor.”

I huff out a low laugh and press my ass back against him in a silent plea for him to hurry. I hear a whoosh, and then a rustle of fabric. I look back again to see that he has spread his wings, shielding us against any potential prying eyes. He stares at me, eyes dark with lust, cock in hand. “Turn around baby.”

I obey, pressing my hips back into him. He slowly slides his hard cock over the curves of my ass, teasing me. “Are ya wantin’ this hard and dirty baby?”

“Oh hell yes,” I answer, hungry to feel him, to be touched by him.

“I’ll give ya what ya want then.” Mammon chuckles darkly. He brings one hand up to my mouth. “Spit,” he orders.

Once again I obey, liberally coating his palm.

“Good girl,” he mutters. He gives a small moan as he strokes himself, readying his cock with my saliva.

In the next moment his hands are on my hips, bending me over the railing as he thrusts into me roughly. I arch against him, crying out. My pussy clenches around his cock, and I feel dizzy with pleasure.

Mammon presses one hand over my mouth as he pulls out all the way then thrusts back into me, hard. “Gotta stay quiet baby. Wouldn’t want us to get caught would ya?”

Despite his words I hear the teasing tone in his voice.

The thrill of being caught and Mammon’s roughness make my body buzz with desire. His hands roam my body, grasping forcefully, unlike his usual soft caresses. His thrusts are hard and deliberate, the force of his hips hitting mine is almost bruising.

“You are so damn beautiful,” he murmurs in my ear. “This is so fuckin’ hot baby. Lettin’ me fuck ya like this, where anybody could see. You’re taking this cock so good baby............god ya always feel so good wrapped around me. Such a tight little fit.”

I whimper, eyes rolling back into my head, the feelings of pleasure becoming too much. I feel my muscles begin to tense, my orgasm quickly approaching.

“I feel it baby. I got ya. Cum for me, let me feel that pretty pussy cum on my cock,” Mammon whispers, kissing my neck, never slowing his hips.

His words are all it takes to send me over the edge, clenching and pulsing around his cock while I cry out softly. Two more thrusts and he follows me over the edge, burying his cock in me and filling me with his cum.

He pulls me back tightly to his chest and wraps his wings around us, cocooning us from the outside world. After our breathing has calmed he tug my dress down, smoothing it over my hips. He turns me to face him, cuddling me into his chest.

“Ya really are somethin’ else, human.” He grins, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “I can’t believe I’m the lucky demon that gets to keep ya.”

I sigh happily and lean against his warm chest. “Well I can’t believe I’m the girl who gets to say she’s marrying THE Great Mammon, Avatar of Greed.”

“Married........we’re really gonna get married.” Mammon shakes his head in amazement.

“No take backs,” I say, playfully poking his chest.

He lowers his head to give me a sweet kiss. “No chance of that baby. I’m never givin’ ya up.”

“Are you ready to go tell your brothers?” I smile, imagining everyone’s reactions.

Mammon smiles too. “I can’t wait to see their faces.”

He folds his wings back, and we take a few seconds to smooth down each other’s hair and straighten my dress.

I trace my fingers over the love bites on his chest and neck, each a pretty shade of wine red. “Sorry about those baby.”

He glances down.

“Nah, don’t be sorry. Just shows everybody I belong to ya.” He flashes me a smile and holds out his hand. “Ready to go tell everyone?”

I take his hand and pull him closer. “One more kiss?”

“Ya really are insatiable. aren’t ya?” He smirks, then leans down to give me a soft, loving kiss.

“Ok, now I’m ready.”

We smile at each other, then turn to go back inside hand in hand, ready to announce our engagement.

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jobean12-blog · 5 years ago

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So this is kinda weird but could I request a smut with Hal Carter and Reader. Her car breaks down, he’s there to help, her dress is verryyy well fitted in the boob area, Hal eats her out, she gives him the ride of his life. Praise + dirty talk + aftercare please I’ve got big boobs and I’ve been feeling kinda self conscious lately and idk I thought this might help me out

Drive Me Crazy

Pairings: Hal Carter x reader

Word Count: 1,216

Summary: Your car breaks down and Hal comes to your rescue...in more ways than one!

Author’s Note: Hello darling! This is not at all a weird request and I hope that what I wrote is to your liking and it helps out! Nothing better than a sweet talking and sexy Hal who worships you! I really hope you enjoy and that you know you’re beautiful! Have a lovely day!

Warnings: SMUT and some sweet fluffy Hal who can’t get enough of you! (18+ eyes only please)

You silently curse your car, thankful it’s at least a nice day and you’re not standing around in the rain waiting for your boyfriend, Hal, to arrive. You had gotten about halfway to your destination before you heard the stuttering of the engine and the telltale pop just as smoke started pouring out of the hood. Thankfully you were able to roll to the side of the road where you were now waiting for Hal.

Hal got there much faster than you thought he would as you notice his pickup coming down the road, a smile lighting up your face and his as you make eye contact. “Hello there, miss, what’s a beautiful girl like you doing out here on the side of the road,” he asks, winking and hopping out of the truck.

He saunters over, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him, his eyes traveling down to your chest, “darlin’, are you trying to give me a heart attack with this,” he says, motioning to the sweetheart neckline of your dress that shows off an ample amount of cleavage.

You smirk, pushing yourself against him which only makes your boobs pop out more, “not at all, Hal, just felt like looking pretty today,” you tell him, lightly squeezing his biceps. Hal’s eyes darken as he backs you up until your butt is resting on the side of your car, his cock already hardening in his jeans as he presses against you.

“There isn’t any day that you don’t look incredible, y/n, I’m just lucky I’m the one who gets to be with you,” he says, smile sweet as sugar but eyes dark as sin. “Aren’t you supposed to be here to help me with my car?” you ask him, trying to gain some control over your body and the heat pooling between your legs.

“I have a much better idea, darling, now be a good girl and unlock the door,” he commands, voice deep as his lips brush your neck. Your body shivers, unable to hold it together any longer, as you reach back and clumsily unlock and open the back door.

“Hal, anyone could drive by at any moment and you barely fit,” you scold but can’t stop the giggle that comes out when he starts placing soft kisses along your shoulders and chest. “Oh, sweetheart, at this point I don’t care what goes on out there, these are just begging for attention and I can’t wait to bury my face between your legs,” he says as he carefully peels your dress down and starts massaging your breasts.

You can’t hold back your moans as he pulls the cups of your bra down, exposing your skin to the air as your nipples pebble under his touch. “You are so gorgeous baby, I can’t get enough,” he says before sucking a nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud, “fuck, Hal,” you cry out as you arch your chest into him.

He continues worshipping your breasts before lifting your dress and bunching it up at your waist, trailing kisses down your torso and stopping at your clothed core. He dips his head down and nuzzles his nose into your pussy, “mmmmm, darling, I need to taste you, now,” Hal says as he rolls your panties down your legs.

He places soft kisses all along your inner thighs, finally bringing his mouth where you want him, his tongue delving between your folds as he works you over. Your hands fly to his hair, curling the soft locks between your fingers and pulling his face closer, “oh god, Hal, that feels amazing,” you cry, hips rocking up and down.

He doesn’t let up, sucking and licking your clit as he pushes two large fingers inside you, the combined feeling too much as the dam breaks and you cum all over his face. Your body is limp beneath him as he crawls over you, sucking marks onto your breasts before kissing you.

“Nothing tastes better, baby,” he croons, rubbing his erection along your core until you can’t take it anymore, pushing him off you and up into a sitting position. “Get these jeans off, Hal, I wanna ride your cock,” you demand, not missing a beat and helping him out of his pants.

He pulls your dress over your head and moans at the sight of your fully exposed breasts, burying his face between them, mumbling something sweet that you can’t quite understand, and it makes you giggle. His jeans are off and his boxer briefs down by his ankles as you position yourself above him, slowly sinking down inch by inch, both of you muttering curses at how good it feels.

His hands move to your hips, a silent plea to move and you grin before rising and slamming back down, your own hands gripping his shoulders for support. Hal can’t take his eyes off you, luscious breasts bouncing with every slam of your hips as you ride him for everything he’s got, “I’m not gonna last long with you like this, baby, you look and feel too perfect,” he tells you, face flushed and chest sweaty.

Every thrust brings you both closer to orgasm, Hal’s hands once again finding your breasts and brining them to his mouth, the gentle flicks of his tongue causing your walls to tighten around him, “Oh, Hal, I’m so close,” you cry out, quickening your pace.

Moments later your pussy is squeezing his cock as you scream out, Hal throwing his head back and grunting as he fills you with his cum. You slump onto his chest, head resting in the crook of his neck as he softly kneads your ass cheeks, “I never thought I would say this, but I’m happy you had car trouble today, y/n,” he whispers into your neck and you can feel him smile.

“Me too, Hal, thanks for coming to my rescue, in more ways than one,” you say, grabbing his face between your hands and peppering it with kisses. Quiet “I love yous” are exchanged as he caresses you all over, carefully pulling you off him and helping you to fix your clothes.

His movements are delicate and slow as he admires every inch of you while you dress, his hands and words soft as he cuddles you in the back seat. “I’d like to keep you in my arms, forever, sweetheart,” he murmurs into your hair, giving you the sweetest smile and you reply, “me too, Hal, it’s the best place to be, but I really worked up an appetite, how does a piece of pie sound right about now?”

“Almost as delicious as you, darlin’, let’s go!” he says with a wink and renewed enthusiasm as he helps you out of the backseat of the car. “Wait a second, Hal, what about my car?” you say, laughing at the fact that you both forgot what had gotten you here in the first place, “can we just leave it for a little longer?” He throws his arm over your shoulder and walks you to his truck, opening the door for you and helping you in, “we definitely can, sweetheart, let’s go eat some pie!” he exclaims, kissing your hand before carefully closing the door.

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nymeria-of-winterfell · 5 years ago

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Patrochilles fic

So the Patrochilles fic about “cutting hair” is done, i’m sorry it took so long especially as it ended up being only one page. I think it’s quite cute but maybe not what you guys were expecting. If you like it i would be happy to write for more requests (hopefully a bit quicker) i will try to tag everyone who said they would be interested

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SHREDDING

As I returned from my morning walk, I saw Achilles was still sleeping just like I left him, his arm sprawled out on my side of the bed.

I set down the figs and the fresh bread I collected on my walk and went to lay next to him. I reached out and touched his face with a fingertip. He groaned and and pulled me close without opening his eyes. I felt him bury his nose in my hair and smiled to myself, wondering how long he’d pretend to be asleep so that we can cuddle. On mornings we had nothing to do, this usually went on for hours.

Then I saw the long strands of hair on his pillow and mine, long and so blonde some of them looked almost white.

“You’re shredding so much” I muttered.

“What are you mumbling?” He asked as he finally opened his eyes and poked me in my ribcage.

“there’s lots of hair on the pillow, that’s all” I said. “I wonder what could be done to… stop it from shredding so much” I shrugged, playing it cool, biting my lip so I won’t burst out laughing. We’d had this conversation before.

“hey!! stop that!”

“stop what?” I asked, eyes wide, feigning innocence.

He squinted his eyes at me and tossed me playfully. “I know where this is going!”

“You do, huh? and where?”

I could tell he was getting angry but he didn’t know if he should be serious about it yet. He grabbed my throat. “Now don’t get sassy with me.”

I gulped and decided to seize the moment, thinking it couldn’t get worse than this. He never got angry with me, not really.

“Let me cut it. Please. Just a little, at then ends.” I reached out and twirled a lock round my finger, mesmerized as it shimmered in the sunlight. My golden boy. “You won’t even notice.”

“How would I not notice?” he wailed, but then grinned at me. “Hey! you’re always telling me how much you love my hair!! How come you wanna cut it then??” His tone was accusing, but his eyes were dancing. His anger fizzled away and now he was full of mischief. He traced his fingers along my waist.

“Because…” I had to catch my breath as he grabbed my hips with both hands and pulled me closer “I am smart enough to know that most of your hair will remain as it is and I will still be able to admire it”

“mmmmm” he took a fistful of my own hair into his hand and nuzzled my neck, seeming to ignore my words of reassurance. I found it harder to focus myself as he started a trail of kisses down my neck to my collarbones. I knew he was trying to distract me so I would forget I brought up his hair, most probably even forget my name; but somehow I felt like I had another shot.

“I do love your hair” I pleaded. “You know that I wouldn’t cut any more than absolutely necessary. Will you please let me do it?”

“I guess… if you really want to.” His hot breath in my ear. ”Can we do it a bit later though?”

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parkerrogersgirl · 7 years ago

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Happy Accident Part XII

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,560

Warnings: LANGUAGE!; heavy making out; TINY bit of feels

Summary: After he saves you from being injured at the gym, THE Steve Rogers asks you out. Little by little, you start falling in love with every part of him, his quirks, his old-fashionedness, and his charm. But are you ready to let your guard down and let him in?

A/N: hey, guys, sorry this is later than usual. It’s been a rough week, but I decided to finish this just because I wanted to have this part over with. This part is unedited, all mistakes are my own.

Catch up here!

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You wake up slowly, hearing a voice nearby. You gradually start to wake up enough to understand what the voice is saying. You open your eyes to look right at Steve, who looks like he’s fuming mad.

“Steve, come on. Get your ass out of bed. We have training today. Don’t make me come in there.”

“Doll, I’m so sorry. I forgot to tell Buck I’m ditching today.” He gets up, going to the door to open it slightly. You recognize Bucky from the pictures Steve has shown you, and from that one time he greeted you on FaceTime. He’s holding two Starbucks cups, and he looks pissed. “Tony sent me because you weren’t picking up your phone. Dude, you always pick up your phone. What the he-” He notices you on the bed, grinning at you. “Hey, (Y/N)! Should’ve known you were here. You’re probably the only reason Steve would ever miss a day to train.”

You wave up at him awkwardly, “hey, James.”

Steve looks at him, “Buck, I forgot. We got back late last night and I just forgot to call Tony. Sorry you had to come over here for nothin’. I’ll deal with Tony. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna get back in bed with my girl.” He turns, winking at you before taking the coffee from Bucky. “And thanks for the coffee.”

Bucky smirks at you, “don’t hurt him, kid. You’re dating an Avenger. If you hurt him, you have to deal with a couple of assassins, a green monster, and a guy with a fancy suit. No pressure though.” He claps Steve on the back before leaving. Steve walks over to you, putting the coffee on the bedside table and climbing back into bed with you. He hugs you to him, kissing your lips softly.

“I really am sorry, doll. I just forgot to tell them.”

You nod, looking up at him, “do you think I’ll hurt you?”

“Of course not. Buck’s just a dick sometimes. I know you’d never do anything like that. I’m sorry if he made you feel bad.”

“He didn’t necessarily make me feel bad, it’s just how he described all of you. It’s like he doesn’t see any of the team as real people.”

He sighs, kissing your forehead, “that’s one of the reasons I love you. You’re so perceptive. Bucky’s one of the newest members, and he and Tony have…………… issues. That’s the only way I can think of to describe it. He has major trust issues, so he’s skeptical of most people until they really show him that they’re worth getting to know.”

You scoot yourself closer to Steve, cuddling into him, “I promise I’ll never hurt you.”

He intertwines his legs with yours, “shit, doll. Your feet are freezing.”

“Maybe we should go downstairs in front of the fire? That way we can be warm before we go outside and you give me the official Steve Rogers Tour of Brooklyn?”

He nods, “I like that idea.” He pulls down the blanket, and you shiver. He goes over to your bag, tossing you your sweats and leggings. “I’m not sure which ones you want.”

You sit up, putting on your leggings, then pulling your sweats on over them. “Both. Both is good.” He laughs and says, “El Dorado– great movie,” then picks you up, carrying downstairs. He sets you down on the couch, then goes over to light the fire. You pull the blanket over yourself, waiting for him to come back. He stands, kneeling in front of you and brushing your hair out of your face. “I’m gonna go get us breakfast, okay?”

You sit up, “I’ll make coffee while you make food. That way we can be back in front of the fire quicker.”

“Sounds perfect,” he kisses your forehead and takes your hand as you both stand up, walking into the kitchen. You go over to the coffee maker and he takes food for breakfast out of the kitchen. “How do you like your coffee, honey?” You look over at him.

“However you like yours. How do you like omelets?” He puts bread in the toaster before he pours eggs in a bowl and starts scrambling them.

“I like everything except onions and mushrooms.” You pour water and coffee grounds in the machine and let it do its thing, walking over to hug Steve from behind. You kiss his shoulder and he starts on your omelet.

“Baby, you’re distracting me,” he tells you as your egg cooks, and he adds spinach, cheese, and pepper to yours. He adds more stuff to his in the pan on the other burner, then turns in your arms as he waits for them to cook. He kisses you deeply, reaching around you to grab your ass. He squeezes it, and you smirk into the kiss.

“I thought you didn’t want to be distracted?” You kiss him back, feeling him get harder through his pants.

He moans into the kiss, “I can’t help it. You’re too damn gorgeous. You’re like a magnet.”

You giggle, and he turns around and puts the omelets on plates. The toast pops up, and he puts two pieces on each plate and kisses your forehead. You go over to the coffee maker, dividing it into two mugs. You decide on a mug with an American flag, and you pour Steve’s into a mug with a dog on it.

“What do you want in your coffee?” You turn to him, putting a hand on your hip.

“Just a little bit of sugar, sugar,” he winks at you. “What do you want on your toast?”

“Mmmmm peanut butter, please.” You put some sugar in his coffee, then put a little bit of creamer and sugar in yours. “Can we eat on the couch, or do you wanna sit at the table?”

“I’m fine with the couch,” he says as he dons your toast with peanut butter. “Gives me a chance to have you close to me.” You bring the coffee over to the coffee table in front of the couch, sitting down while you wait for Steve. He brings over your plates and sits next to you, setting yours on your lap. He turns on the TV, handing you the remote.

You start flipping through channels while he starts eating, grinning as you land on Full House. You take a bite of your omelet, moaning and looking over at Steve, “from now on, you’re in charge of breakfast.”

“I’m fine with that. But what the hell are we watching?” He says through a mouthful of toast.

“It’s Full House! It’s a classic, sweetheart.” You keep eating, and he pulls you closer so you’re almost on his lap.

“I don’t like it when you’re that far away.”

You look at him skeptically as you take a sip of your coffee, “I was only a few inches away.” “What can I say? I love you and I want to get as much of you as I can.” He nuzzles you gently.

“I love you too, Steve.” You kiss him softly and go back to eating, “and I love your food. I think I love you more though.”

He laughs and finishes eating, putting his plate on the table before chugging his coffee. You finish your meal and put your plate on top of his, then look over at him. He quickly pushes you down on the couch so you’re on your back, moving on top of you.

“Wanna make out like horny teenagers?”

Instead of answering, you pull him down, kissing him passionately. He groans into the kiss, his hands moving up and down your sides. You intertwine your legs with his, and he slips his tongue into your mouth. You start grinding against him slowly, feeling him grow harder against you. He bites your bottom lip, moving down to suck on your neck, nibbling lightly.

He pulls away, looking up at you, “that’s one thing I definitely never did as a teenager.”

“Well I’m glad you did it with me,” You giggle, kissing the tip of his nose.

“God, I love that noise,” he nuzzles into your neck, his stubble tickling you.

You start laughing harder, “Steve, that tickles.”

“What, this?” He keeps rubbing his stubbly chin against your neck, sliding his hands to your stomach, using his fingers to tickle you.

“Babe, stooooop,” you say, laughing too hard.

He tickles you harder, looking into your eyes.

“STEVE OKAY KNOCK IT OFF,” you yell at him.

He sits up, holding his hands up in surrender, “Okay, I’m stopping. Are you not ticklish?”

You bite your lip, looking up at him, “I love you, but you don’t know your own strength. You started off okay, but then you started tickling too hard and it hurt.”

“I’m so sorry, doll,” he pulls you so you’re sitting up. You look into his stormy blue eyes, noticing there’s a bit of grey in them since he’s upset. “It’s okay. Just be careful with me. I’m not a super soldier or an assassin or anything.”

He kisses your forehead, hugging you close to him, “would you like to get dressed for the Official Steve Rogers Tour of Brooklyn™?”

“Absolutely,” you kiss his forehead and try to stand up, but he beats you to it and carries you up to his room.

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i-write-stuff-its-ok · 7 years ago

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I Love You to

Summary: Jeremy and Michael are having a movie date night and Michael falls asleep. Michael then admits something sweet well sleep talking

Genre: FLUFF SO MUCH FLUFF.

Warnings: none unless you have like a fear of sleep talking and boring rom com movies.

Word count: 839

Jeremy and Michael were spending the night together watching a movie in Jeremy’s room it was some kind of romantic comedy. Michael suggested it, something about Christen saying they need to be more romantic from time to time, “ A real life Romeo.” she put it. As good as his intentions where it was very obvious that neither of the boys were enjoying it. In fact Michael was falling asleep, though he was trying to hide it. The woman on screen was in some kind of argument with her father, something about her father not approving of her new boyfriend. “ You don’t know anything about me, I love him!” she yelled. “ Glad we never went threw that huh dude, your parents were thrilled when you told them we were dating.” Jeremy smiled. Michael was slowly nodding off on Jeremy’s shoulder. “ Ummmmm Michael? You Awake?” He poked Michael in the face, his eyes snapped open. “ What huh? I wasn’t asleep.” Michael said sitting up straight. “ If you find this movie boring we can turn on something else. I mean I -” “ No no no this movie is great! I love it.” Michael said trying to make it seem he was interested in the film. They both tried to get back into the story. The woman had ran off with her boyfriend to move to the big city, or something like that neither of them were paying much attention to what was going on. Michael was starting to nod off again. His eyes were getting heavy. He tried to stay awake but the movie was so boring, before he knew it he was fast asleep. Jeremy felt Michael’s head fall on his shoulder. He looked at his sleeping boyfriend and smiled. He moved Michael’s head onto his lap to make it more comfortable for both of them. He played with Michael’s hair, twirling his fingers around the waves in his hair ruffling it. Jeremy started to braid a lock of Michael’s hair. Michael’s arms wrapped around Jeremy’s waist and snuggled up closer to him. Even in his sleep Michael is a cuddler. Jeremy smiled and brushed some curls out of Michael’s face. Michael started to mumble in his sleep. Jeremy melted he loved hearing him sleep talk, he thought it was the cutest thing. Most of the time it was just random bits of sentences but sometimes he would have a full on conversation. Jeremy even caught him singing in his sleep a few times as well. “ Yes , I like you puppy.” Michael said sleepily. Jeremy got out his phone to record him. Michael continued to speak nonsense, “ Good puppy yes so fluffy. So fluffy. You have a very pretty flower crown.” Jeremy stifled a laugh as typed out the caption. “ Sleepy boyfriend” with a ton of hearts. He posted his video on snapchat story and sent it to Rich and Christen. Michael nuzzled his head in to Jeremy’s tummy and mumbled, “ Very soft like Jeremy. Yes my Jeremy. Nice soft pretty curls. Pretty eyes. I love him. I love Jeremy. Love love love. I love my Jer bear very much.” Michael hugged Jeremy tighter. Jeremy went bright red. The two of them had been dating for a little over three months. They both knew they loved each other but both of them were awkward and didn’t want to say I love you before the other one did. So hearing Michael say he loved him made Jeremy completely melt. Jeremy put his hand over his mouth to keep himself from making noise and waking up Michael. The amount butterflies in his stomach was unbelievable. Did he really just say he loved him, for real. Jeremy sat there for a few more minutes trying to contain his heart then Michael woke up. “ Mmmmm, whoa long was I out?” Michael asked stretching his arms as he sat up. “ Oh, like ten fifteen minutes.” Jeremy said struggling to sound casual, the voice crack didn’t help. “ Aw man I missed the end of the movie. What happened?” “ You can admit you didn’t like the movie.” Jeremy smirked. “ It was awful.” Michael admitted. “ Yeah it sucked.” Jeremy laughed. “ What do you wanna do now?” he asked. “ You already know what I’m gonna say Jer bear.” “ Videogames.” they said in unison. They put on Mario for a more chill game. They finished the first level in record time. Jeremy leaned over and kissed Michaels cheek in celebration. “ Aw what was that for.” Michael said. “ Can’t I kiss my boyfriend who I love.” Jeremy smiled. “ Y-you uh you l-love. I mean. I love you to.” Michael stammered his face growing red. “ Yeah I know, you said so in your sleep.” Jeremy smirked. “ Oh.” Michael’s face was bright red now. Jeremy laughed and kissed Michael on the nose. They decided to put on a movie they actually enjoyed. They cuddled on the couch. Michael laced his fingers with Jeremy’s and kissed his hand. “ I love you Jeremy.” he smiled. “ I love you to.” Jeremy blushed as he lay his head on Michaels chest.

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justcallmefox89 · 4 years ago

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Mammon’s Wedding Part 2 -Truth or Dare Series

Mammon and Arianthi visit the human realm to get some much needed time away, but not everyone is pleased by their absence from the Devildom. Time away from home makes the couple think about their future together.

(Artwork is a commission of my OC Arianthi and Mammon by @daddydemus They are an amazing artist so go visit their page and show them some love.)

This story is told from the perspective of my female OC Arianthi, and also features my enby OC Jax, from the Artist in the Devildom series.

NSFW: blowjob, face fucking, unprotected sex, demon sex, foreplay, soft gentle sex......just some good old fashioned smut y’all.

I sit wrapped in a large blanket on the hard packed sand of the beach watching the sun start to set and fog roll in over the water. There’s a soft shuffling sound behind me and I smile to myself when I hear familiar muttering.

“What are ya doing out here? Tryin’ to freeze to death?” Despite his grumbling Mammon sits down behind me, pulling me between his legs so I can lean back against his chest.

“And what was the big idea leavin’ me alone like that?” He kisses my temple, pouting.

I wrap his arms around me and squeeze his hands gently. “I’m sorry baby. You were sleeping so well I didn’t want to bother you.”

I can almost feel him frowning behind me. “Are ya not sleepin’ again?”

“I’m ok baby, I promise. I slept a little bit but I wanted to come watch the sunset. There’s nothing like this in the Devildom.”

His arms tighten around me. “Sure isn’t. D-do ya miss it? When you’re there with me?”

I lean my head back against his shoulder and tip my face up, silently asking for a kiss. Mammon obliges and I savor the feeling of his lips against mine.

“Sometimes I do,” I answer once we break apart.

“O-o-oh.”

“I had 24 years of sun and different seasons.......24 years of this.” I gesture out to the ocean. “It’s hard to just let all of it go.”

Mammon stays silent, his body tense.

“I’ll never regret trading this to be with you,” I murmur, raising his hand to my mouth to place a tender kiss on his knuckles.

The tension automatically flows from his body and he chuckles. “Of course ya don’t. Who would ever regret bein’ with THE Great Mammon?”

I laugh and gently squeeze his thigh. “You are so full of it.”

“But ya love me,” he whispers, nuzzling his face into my neck, tickling me.

“So, so much.”

We sit in companionable silence, watching the horizon turn pink as the last few rays of the sun disappear.

“What would ya think about stayin’ here? About maybe not going back?” Mammon finally asks.

I twist in his arms little so that I can look at him. “I didn’t think that was an option.”

He gives a lazy shrug. “There’s nothing sayin’ I have to stay in the Devildom. I just can’t ever go back to the Celestial Realm.”

His places his hands gently on my stomach. “And if we ever get another chance at startin’ a family don’tcha think we’d be better off raising the kid here?”

I frown a little, considering his words. “But what about your brothers? And your modeling?”

He doesn’t look at me, just shrugs again.

I stare up at the sky, watching stars appear in the velvet darkness.

I miss this. Seeing the sky and the sun. I know he would miss his brothers though. I would miss them.

“I think we should go back,” I finally say. “That’s where your family is. I don’t really have anything holding me here, just my friends from college, and we can visit often enough to see them. Besides, if we have a baby that’s anything like you I’d like to have your brothers around. I’m sure we’ll need all the help we could get.”

“Hey!” Mammon pretends to be offended then squeezes me tightly. “Are ya sure about this baby?”

I nod. “I’m sure.”

He gives a low rumble of happiness before kissing the top of my head. “So what are ya wantin’ to do about the wedding?”

“Oh. Well, how does it normally work in the Devildom?”

Mammon scratches his head, thinking. “I mean, it’s not really a thing down there ya know? But there are commitment rituals for the ones that want to do it, just most of ‘em don’t stick with one person forever, so those are pretty rare. How do ya do it here?”

“Some people turn it into a whole big production,” I say, laughing. “Before the wedding there are usually bachelor and bachelorette parties and the wedding shower, which is just a classier party with better gifts.”

Mammon smirks. “So parties and presents? Sounds good so far.”

“Then there’s the wedding itself where you promise to love and take care of each other forever.”

He squints at me in confusion. “We already did that.”

“Um well, a few of my friends have gotten married and they all had their ceremonies in churches.”

Mammon wrinkles his nose like he’s smelled something foul. “I liked the party thing better.”

“Don’t worry I’m not crazy about that either. I don’t care where we get married, just that we do get married. Most people have a reception after their wedding though, which is just another big party with booze and food and dancing.” I pat his hand and smile at him reassuringly.

He nods begrudgingly. “That sounds ok.”

I think for a second, trying to remember other details from different weddings I’ve attended. “There’s a lot of paperwork you have to fill out and submit to the government to make the marriage legal. And all the girls I know from college who’ve gotten married have taken their spouse’s last name.”

“So ya got to turn in some papers to get married? That’s what makes it official? Not the lovin’ each other and promisin’ to be faithful and all that?” Mammon looks singularly unimpressed.

“Welcome to the human realm.”

Mammon suddenly frowns. “I don’t have a last name,” he grumbles.

“You could always take mine,” I say teasingly, smiling and booping his nose.

He doesn’t laugh the way he usually does when I boop him; instead he looks unusually serious.

“Mammon Wolf,” he says, knitting his eyebrows together, considering.

I stay quiet, rubbing gentle circles on the palm of his hand with my thumb.

“Mammon Wolf.” He tries it out again, rolling the name around in his mouth. He finally breaks out into a wide smile. “I like that. I wanna do it.”

“Yeah?” I look down at my hands, suddenly feeling very shy.

Mammon rubs his nose against my cheek. “Why ya being all blushy baby?”

“I don’t know,” I mumble, trying to hide my face against his chest. “I guess......it just makes me really happy you’d want to do that.”

“Mmmmm. You’re so cute when ya get all shy like this baby,” Mammon teases, kissing my neck softly. “I still think it’s stupid ya gotta fill out paperwork to get married. The promises are more important than some pieces of paper.”

I cuddle deeper into his embrace. “You’re not wrong. It’s not like you could fill out the paperwork anyway.”

“Mmm.” He nibbles on the delicate shell of my ear. “You wanna go grab some food?”

“Grace’s?”

I feel him smile as he kisses my cheek. “Sounds good.”

He helps me to my feet and we walk the few hundred yards back to our Air BnB hand in hand. We’ve been staying in a tiny town on the Washington coast for two weeks now, our return date to the Devildom still undetermined. We’d spent our days so far exploring the beaches and small shops in town, returning to the beach house in the afternoons to cuddle and take long naps.

I leave the blanket hanging on the porch railing and follow Mammon into the house.

“Shower with me?” Mammon raises an eyebrow and smirks at me.

I tap my chin and pretend to think about it.

“Oi!” He grabs my hips and pulls me towards him, growling low in my ear. “Ya really gotta think about it?”

I run my hands under his shirt, walking my fingers over his abs and up to his chest. He shivers beneath my touch, his skin breaking out in goosebumps. I move my hands lower until my fingertips skirt the waistband of his jeans. He closes his eyes and tosses his head back, subtly rocking his hips forward. I run my hand over the front of his jeans, gently palming his hardening cock.

“Uh,” Mammon whimpers. “Play fair baby.”

I lean forward to mouth the sensitive skin below his ear. “Never.”

He gives me a stinging slap on the ass and laughs. “Go get in the damn shower human.”

I give him one last grope for good measure then sprint to the shower. He chases after me laughing and calling my name. We help each other undress and step under the stream of warm water, still teasing and laughing at each other.

“Help me wash up baby,” Mammon murmurs suggestively, rubbing his body against mine.

“I don’t know......” I tease, pushing my hips back against him.

“Come on Ari, please.......” he whines.

I love it when he calls me that.

I wrap one hand around the back of his neck and pull him in for a searing kiss. His tongue brushes mine and I reach lower, stroking his cock as he gasps into my mouth. His hips move on their own accord, thrusting his cock into my hand as he grips my waist. We’re both slick with soap and desperate with need; the build up of two months without sex.

Not quite yet.

I smirk and speed up the movement of my hand, listening as Mammon’s breathing picks up, waiting for the little cues that tell me he’s getting close. He sucks in a deep, shaky breath as the muscles in his thighs and lower abdomen tighten. When he bites his lip and his eyes start to flutter closed I know it’s time. I slow my hand, gripping the base of his cock and pressing the palm of my other hand firmly over the head.

“Unh!” Mammon’s eyes go wide and his mouth drops open. “W-w-what? Why?”

I take a step back and brush my wet hair out of my face, shrugging innocently at him.

“Babyyyyyyyy,” he whines as he uses his body to press me against the cold tile of the shower, rubbing his hard cock against my thigh. “Don’t stop.”

I reach around him to grab my shampoo, ignoring his pleas. He ruts against my thigh needily, whimpering into my neck while I lather my hair. I let him play while I rinse and then condition my hair, confident that he won’t cum without permission. He bites down hard on my shoulder, trying to get my attention.

I grab a fistful of his hair and jerk his head back. Hard.

“That wasn’t very nice baby,” I murmur, nibbling a path up his neck to his ear. “Be a good boy and don’t do it again.”

He mumbles something unintelligible as he reaches for me, trying to pull to me closer.

“What’s that baby?” I tug on his hair again.

“I won’t do it again miss,” he whispers, resting his forehead against my shoulder.

“Such an obedient boy,” I praise him before dropping a series of soft kisses over the taut skin of his chest.

“Please Ari, please.......please,” Mammon whimpers, rocking his hips, desperate for more friction.

“Mmmmm........I don’t know baby,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and giving him a teasing kiss on the lips.

I stretch up on my tiptoes to bring my mouth close to his ear. “Wouldn’t it be more fun to wait until later tonight? It could make the finish a little more.......explosive.”

Mammon goes stiff and his whole body shudders; I can almost hear his thoughts. On one hand, some quick shower fun and a nice orgasm now. On the other hand, hours of teasing, frustration, and orgasm denial culminating in some no holds barred sex......which he hasn’t had in months.

I watch his internal debate for a full minute before he growls in frustration and lets me go.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters, turning the temperature of the water down to freezing and standing directly under the spray.

I shriek and jump out of the shower. I hear Mammon yell, “Serves ya right!” before I grab a towel and scamper out to the bedroom to get dressed.

An hour later we’re finishing up a doubles game of pool at Grace’s, a low key pub that we discovered our first night here. Our opponents are another pair of tourists and Mammon being Mammon, has bet $100 on the game. It was a good bet considering our opponents have yet to make any of their shots and all we have left is to sink the 8 ball.

I study the table, trying to decide which pocket to call. Mammon is animatedly chatting up the other couple, gesturing wildly with his hands while they laugh.

“Hey baby?” I call out to get his attention.

“Hmm?” He turns his blue eyes to me and raises his eyebrows.

I raise my pool cue. “Come help your girl make this shot?”

Despite the blush on his cheeks he gives me a cocky smirk as he saunters over.

I hook his pinky with mine and grin at him. “So what do you think I should do?”

He tilts his head and studies the table for a moment before gesturing and saying, “Corner pocket.”

I pout and look up at him through my eyelashes. “Help me?”

He raises his eyebrows. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying to do.”

“Is it going to work?”

He doesn’t even hesitate. “Damn right it is.”

I giggle as he stands behind me and we lean over the pool table together. He hold his hands over mine, back flush to my chest, our hips pressed tightly together. Mammon bites his lip in concentration as he helps me line up the shot and I subtly press back into him. He starts a little but doesn’t loose focus. I press my hips back a little more and grind my ass over his cock.

“Fucking hell baby,” he mutters, stepping back quickly.

“You ok?” One of our opponents asks.

“Just fine,” Mammon answers between gritted teeth, narrowing his eyes at me.

I blink back at him innocently before calling and sinking the shot. I lean against the pool table and smile at Mammon as he collects our winnings and then walks back over to me.

“Nice shot baby,” he says as he leans down to kiss me gently.

“Couldn’t have done it without you Mr. Wolf,” I murmur against his lips.

His eyelids flutter at the sound of the name and he shivers in delight. He grabs my hips and lifts me onto the pool table, standing between my legs.

“Say it again,” he growls.

“Say what?”

“You damn well know what.” He nips at my earlobe. “Say. It. Again.”

I grab a fistful of his shirt and pull him closer, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Come here and kiss me Mr. Wolf.”

“Fuuuck.” He brings his lips down on mine, jerking me into a rough kiss. I flick my tongue against his and he moves to grind against me, stopping himself at the last moment.

“Hey you two, knock it off!” A playful voice reprimands us as a dishtowel smacks against the side of Mammon’s face.

We break apart sheepishly and Mammon helps me down from the pool table.

“Sorry Grace,” I apologize to the bar’s titular owner.

“No you’re not.” She smirks at me, brown eyes shining.

“Not even a little.”

She laughs, pushing her white hair out of her eyes. “How much did you take off those tourists?”

“$100.”

“Play you for it,” she challenges Mammon with a grin.

“Feelin’ luckier tonight than ya were a few days ago?” He smirks.

I think I’ll leave before the shit talking truly starts.

I kiss his cheek for luck. “I’m going to go talk to Jordan.”

“Bring me another beer when you come back?”

“Sure thing my love.”

Mammon smacks my ass as I walk away and when I turn back to glare at him he and Grace are both laughing. I smile and roll my eyes before making my way to the other side of the pub, looking for Grace’s wife. I find her cleaning glasses at the far end of the bar.

“Hey you,” she greets me as I slide onto a bar stool. “Where’s your man at tonight?”

I nod towards the pool tables. “Playing pool with your wife.”

She chuckles. “Get you anything?”

“Two more pints of Guinness?”

“Sure thing kiddo. Do you mind if I finish these glasses up first?”

I shake my head then rest my chin in the palm of my hand to relax and watch her work. A loud whoop comes from the direction of the pool tables; Jordan and I both look over to see Mammon sink a trick shot. He looks up, searching the bar for me, wanting to show off. He relaxes and smiles wide when he realizes I’ve already been watching him and gives me a small wave.

“When are going to marry that boy?”

“Hmm?” I twist on my stool to face Jordan. “Sorry, what did you say?”

She grins at me. “I said, when are you going to marry that boy?”

“Just as soon as I can,” I answer softly.

She frowns a little, pale blue eyes studying me carefully. “Somethin’ not working out with the wedding planning?”

I stare at her, mouth open. “Someday you’re going to tell me how to do that.”

“You pick up a few things when you’ve been bartending as long as I have. So spill. What’s the problem?”

I shrug, tapping my fingernails on the bar top. “There’s nothing wrong.”

I think back to the earlier conversation at the beach. “Mammon has some......special circumstances and he isn’t able to fill out the paperwork so we can get married.”

She arches an eyebrow at me. “So?”

“So........what?”

“So what does some paperwork matter? That’s not what makes the marriage.”

I keep tapping moodily on the bar top. “That’s what Mammon said too.”

Jordan grabs one of my hands. “Look kiddo, you think Grace and I had legal paperwork when we got married in ‘79? We wrote our own vows and got married anyway and we’re 41 years strong.”

I nod, following along.

“Let me ask you something; where ever you two are going after this, is having legal paperwork going to make any difference to your situation?”

“No.”

She grins at me. “And I know you’re both over 18. So go on and marry that boy your way.”

I find myself grinning back at her. “Thanks Jordan.”

She slides two more pints of Guinness across the bar. “No worries. But it looks like your guy could use a little rescuing.”

I turn to see a petite redhead standing entirely too close Mammon. As I look on she reaches out and strokes his arm with her fingers, smiling brightly at him. He quickly steps out of reach, looking down at her in confusion.

I dig a twenty out of my pocket and slap it down on the bar. “Thanks Jordan.”

“Go get ‘em tiger.”

I grab the two pints and purposefully stalk back to the pool tables.

Is this what Mammon feels like all the time? Jesus Christ. No wonder he gets cranky.

I set the two pints down on the pool table then hug Mammon from behind, slipping my hands into his front pockets.

“Make a new friend baby?” I ask.

A rush of air leaves Mammon as he sighs in relief. “Nope. Just missin’ you.”

He moves me to stand in front of him, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.

The redhead frowns prettily, eyes flickering between Mammon and me. “I didn’t know you were here with someone.”

I hold my hand out. “I’m Arianthi. His wife.”

Mammon momentarily starts behind me before sighing happily and hugging me to him more tightly. “My wife,” he echoes.

“Amy.” She gingerly shakes my hand. “Um, well.....I should be getting back to my friends.”

I hear Mammon chuckle behind me as she scurries back to her friends.

“What was that all about? Were ya feelin’ jealous?” Mammon’s tone is equal parts shock and amusement.

I turn in his arms to face him. “Yes.”

His mouth drops open. “Oh. I didn’t think you’d admit it.”

I laugh then nuzzle my face into his chest, mumbling softly.

“What’d you say baby?”

I sigh. “I said you’re mine.”

He grins down at me. “Goddamn right I am.”

“I didn’t like seeing her touch you. At all.”

“Ohh, I like this cute little face you make when you’re jealous.” Mammon runs his fingers along my jaw. “Thanks for rescuing me baby.”

I give him a soft kiss. “Anytime. Now drink your beer before it gets warm.”

We stay at Grace’s until last call then wander back to the our beach house hand in hand. I dreamily gaze at Mammon as we walk, admiring his profile in the soft light of the moon. His hair and gold jewelry stand out in stark relief against his tan skin, and his blue eyes glow in the darkness.

Mammon catches me looking. “Oi! Whaddya starin’ at?”

“You.”

“What for?” He grumbles.

“You’re really pretty Mammon.”

Mammon’s eyes go wide and his face flushes. “O-o-oh.”

I slip a hand in one of the back pockets of his jeans and squeeze. “You’ve got a great ass too.”

“Yeah?” He gives me a cocky grin.

“Oh yeah.”

We climb the porch steps and I wait while Mammon fumbles with his keys to unlock the door. I stand behind him, pressing my breasts against his back and running my hands along his thighs.

Mammon’s hands shake a little and he nearly drops his keys. “Damn it baby.”

He tries to sound gruff but the breathy tone of his voice gives away his excitement. I reach around to stroke him though his jeans and smile at his sharp intake of breath.

I lean forward to kiss his neck. “Come on Mr. Wolf.......get door open so we can go play.”

Mammon groans, hurriedly shoving the key into the lock and turning it so quickly I’m afraid he’s going to snap it off. He quickly pushes me inside, kicking the door shut behind us before he picks me up bridal style and carries me into the bedroom.

I yelp in surprise when he unceremoniously drops me onto the mattress. “Mammon!”

“You’ve been teasin’ me all damn night,” he mutters, yanking his shirt over his head. “Rubbin’ that cute ass on me, feelin’ me up every chance ya got.”

He kicks his boots off next. “Kissin’ on my neck the way ya know I like it.” He unzips his jeans. “Makin’ me a goddamn horny mess.”

He steps to the edge of the bed and pulls his cock free of his jeans, stroking and staring at me hungrily. “Get over here and finish what ya started in the shower.”

I shiver in excitement and my eyes roll back in my head a little.

Stern Mammon makes his appearance.

“Right away Mr. Wolf,” I murmur, moving so that I’m lying on my back, my head hanging off the edge of the bed.

“Holy fuckin’ hell,” he mutters, moving to to stand over me. “Are ya sure baby? I-I don’t know if I can be gentle about this right now.”

“I’m not asking you to be gentle Mammon.” I look up at him and very deliberately open my mouth wide.

He lets out a guttural moan and works his jeans down a little lower on his hips. Cock hard and heavy in his hand, he strokes as he rubs the head over my lips and tongue, teasing me and letting me taste his pre-cum. He’s trying to ease me into it, to not start off too rough right away; his hands are trembling, the muscles in his legs straining against his urge to give in and ruthlessly fuck my face.

I reach out and grip the back of his thighs with my hands, urging him forward. He looks down at me uncertainly. I urge him forward a little more, opening my mouth wider and taking his cock deeper into the warmth of my mouth. The fragile thread of his self control snaps and Mammon places his hands on the mattress, one on either side of my head, and rocks his hips, thrusting his cock deep into my mouth.

My back arches up off of the bed and I choke a little as I take the entire length of Mammon’s cock into my mouth. His eyes widen in alarm and he attempts to pull back but I dig my fingertips into the soft flesh of his thighs, holding him still. His hands grip the sheets and he hisses in pleasure.

“Ya really want it like that?”

I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock in slow, lazy circles.

Mammon’s eyes flutter closed and he lets out a deep growl. “Tap my leg three times if ya need to breathe.”

He withdraws then snaps his hips forward repeatedly in a punishing rhythm, barely giving me a chance to take a breath before bottoming out in my mouth again. The sound of fabric ripping fills the room and cold air rushes over my chest. Mammon pushes the remains of my shirt and bra aside and caresses my breasts gently, the soft touch at odds with his rough treatment of my mouth.

I gasp around his cock as Mammon’s cool fingers tease my nipples, pinching and tugging them to sensitive buds. I close my eyes and relax my throat, humming in pleasure.

“Oh fuck.” Mammon’s voice is breathy and I can feel his his body tense as he nears orgasm.

I reach up and behind me to drag my fingernails down his abs, scraping gently at the sensitive flesh. Mammon shivers and thrusts into my mouth one final time, his thick, warm cum filling my mouth and sliding down my throat as he moans out my name in pleasure. He takes a few deep, shuddering breaths before pulling his softening cock out of my mouth and helping me sit up.

I swallow his cum and greedily suck in a deep breath of air before smirking at him. He immediately flushes pink and looks down at the floor shyly.

“Whaddya lookin’ at me like that for?”

I shrug out of the remains of my shirt and bra, using the ripped fabric to wipe my mouth and chin. “You’ve never used your strength like that before when we’ve......you know.”

His eyes widen. “I-I’m sorry. It just felt so good, it was too good baby, I just needed to.......”

“Don’t be sorry!” I reach out and pull him down onto the bed with me. “I liked it.”

I cuddle into him, dropping soft kisses down his neck and across his collarbone.

“Yeah?” Mammon smirks down at me.

“Oh yeah. You owe me a new bra though.”

He chuckles. “When we get back to the Devildom I’ll buy ya all the lingerie ya want baby.”

I laugh and tug on his jeans. “How ‘bout you take these off and get in bed with me?”

“After a blowjob like that I’ll do anything ya want me to.”

We both shimmy out of our jeans and slip beneath the cool sheets, cuddling close to each other for warmth. I curl my fingers tightly around the object I pulled out of the pocket of my jeans before I got into bed.

Mammon taps a finger against my closed fist, smiling softly. “Whatcha got there baby?”

I reach for his hand and gently press a simple platinum band into his palm. He looks at me in confusion then raises the ring to look at the writing on the inside of the band.

“What’s this say?” He asks softly, tracing the engraving with one slender finger.

“Da mi basia mille, dein mille altera,” I whisper, running my thumb gently over his full lower lip. “’Give me a thousand kisses, then a thousand more’. It’s Latin, from a love poem by Catullus.”

I take the ring from him and slip it onto the ring finger of his left hand. He gasps quietly, blue eyes flying up to meet mine.

“I love you so much Mammon. You are the only person I want to kiss for the rest of my life. I promise I will always be on your side; I will always be your best friend and your fiercest protector. I promise to make you laugh every single day, and to never let you forget how very loved and wanted you are. I’m so excited to build a life with you and to see you be a father to our children. I can’t believe I was lucky enough to find you and I’m so proud to call you my husband.”

I bring his hand to my lips and gently kiss each finger, lingering on his wedding band.

Mammon gives me a shaky smile and pulls me tight to his chest. I can feel his heartbeat thundering beneath my fingertips and he presses a soft kiss into my hair.

“If ya would’ve told me a year and a half ago I’d be gettin’ married and tryin’ to start a family and bein’ more responsible I woulda thought you were out of your damn mind. Especially if ya told me I’d be gettin’ married to a human.”

I swat at his chest playfully and he grabs my hand, kissing my fingertips.

“I’m bein’ serious when I say you are the very best thing that has ever happened to me. And I’ve been alive a long damn time. You’ve always made me feel important; you make me brave and you make me confident. I promise I’ll always keep you and our family safe. I’m gonna work so hard to never let ya down again. I can’t promise I never will but I’m always gonna try. I promise to keep bein’ your best friend and to always put ya first. I’m gonna do everything possible to be the best husband and dad I can be. I love ya so damn much it hurts sometimes, but I’m never gonna stop. I’ll love ya until my very last breath. Thank you so much for bein’ my wife baby.”

Mammon holds me close and cups my face in his hands, kissing me softly, a few happy tears dropping onto my cheeks. I thread my fingers through his silky hair and pull slowly on his bottom lip with my teeth. He sighs into my mouth and I brush his tongue with mine, tasting him. I grip his hips and slowly pull him on top of me, arching my body up to meet his.

“Please Mammon.......I need you,” I murmur against his lips, breathless with lust and happiness.

His whole body shudders at my whispered request and a soft pink blush dusts his cheeks. “I need you too,” he replies, shifting his body so that his hips rest between my thighs.

Mammon lowers his head to my neck as one large hand slides down my waist to my hip. He drops a series of feather light kisses against my neck and I throw my head back against the pillows, giving a soft gasp of pleasure when he slides one slender finger deep into my pussy.

He moves his head lower and gently sucks on of my nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and fangs. I grip the sheets beneath me tightly and whimper when he slowly adds a second finger. He strokes me gently, delicately, taking his time to work me into a frenzy. Mammon’s mouth moves to my other nipple to lavish it with attention while his fingers slide out of my pussy to trace teasing circle around my clit.

“Mammon.......” I let go of the sheets to card my hands through his hair, flinching in surprise when I suddenly feel his ......horns?

My eyes fly open to see Mammon above me, still stroking and suckling, fully in his demon form, his wings spread wide as he pleasures me. I slide my hands into his hair again and teasingly stroke the skin around the base of his horns.

“Holy fuck,” he whimpers, before his eyes open wide in realization and he starts to pull away from me. “I’m so so-”

I grab his face in my hands and pull him back down to me, passionately kissing him. “Don’t you dare apologize,” I order him when finally break the kiss.

“’I’ve never shifted in the middle before, I mean.......you don’t mind if I stay like this while we.......” He trails off, the tips of his ears scarlet.

I stretch languidly, pressing my body flush to his. “Not even a little bit Mr. Wolf.”

He smiles at me shyly. “Well in that case......”

Mammon lowers his head, kissing and biting along my collarbone, before working his way up my neck and across my jaw. His hands caress my thighs and he gently pushes my legs back until my knees are touching my chest. He gives me a deep, sensual kiss, his tongue entering my mouth at the same moment he slides his cock into my pussy. He slowly bottoms out, rolling his hips as his thick cock stretches me.

“Tell me how ya want me Ari,” he whispers.

“Be gentle with me tonight Mammon.”

He nods, pressing soft kisses all over my face as he hooks my legs over his shoulders and pulls out, before slowly thrusting back into me as deep as he possibly can. He presses his face against my neck, sliding his hands up the mattress to grip mine and pin them above my head. I don’t resist, fully surrendering my body to his worship.

“You are everything,” he murmurs, mouthing at the sensitive skin beneath my ear, continuing his slow, deep thrusts. He keeps my wrists pinned with one hand and uses his other to slowly trace the curve of my waist down to my hip.

I arch my body, trying to feel as much of his skin against mine as possible.

Mammon’s hand slides back up to cup my jaw and he tenderly brushes his thumb over my lips. I open my eyes to see him gazing down at me adoringly; his blue eyes soft and hazy with tears of joy and love. I raise my hips to meet his every deep thrust, captivated by the way his body moves as he fucks me.

He pulls away from me for a moment to adjust our position, lowering my legs and allowing me to wrap them around his waist. He pushes up to his knees and lifts my hips to thrust his cock deep into my pussy. I bite down hard on my lower lip in an effort to stop from screaming out.

His hand comes back up to stroke my cheek and he gently works his thumb into my mouth.

“None of that baby,” he purrs, rolling his hips, each movement carefully calculated to allow his thick cock to stretch me even further. “I wanna hear every little noise ya make tonight.”

“Yes Mr. Wolf,” I mumble around his thumb.

His eyes roll back a little as his hips stutter. “Keep that up and I’ll cum before ya know it,” he mutters.

I grab his hand, guiding it down to my breast and whisper, “I’m sorry Mr. Wolf. Please forgive me?”

He groans, hands tightening on my breast and hip so hard that his fingernails prick my skin. A shudder runs through his wings and he snaps his hips forward in one brutal thrust.

“Fuck,” I gasp. “More Mammon, more.”

He smirks at me, pulling all the way out before thrusts his cock back into my pussy excruciatingly slowly while his lazily circles my clit with one fingertip.

“You said ya wanted gentle baby,” he murmurs. “I’m gonna work ya up nice and slow. Make ya cum so hard and leave ya so fucked out you won’t wanna leave this bed for days.”

Mammon rolls my clit between his thumb and forefinger as he buries his cock in my pussy, sending me over the edge. He holds still as I cum, my pussy clenching and spasming around his cock.

“Fuck I love makin’ you cum.” He resumes his languid pace, slowly working my body up to my next orgasm. “Do you even know how pretty you look, cummin’ all over my cock like that? And ya feel so fuckin’ good, all tight and wet just for me-”

He moans loudly and buries his face into my neck. I wrap my arms and legs around him to hold his body flush to mine. I slide one hand into his hair, reaching up to grip one of his horns.

“Ari.........Ari please baby,” he whimpers, nipping at my neck. “I’m gonna cum if ya keep doin’ that.”

I snake my other hand into his hair, gently wrapping my fingers around his other horn. “Cum for me then. I’m so close.....I want you to cum with me Mammon.”

He shivers in response and his wings flutter. “Yes........yes baby.”

I kiss his neck, leaving gentle bites, and close my eyes as I lose myself in the sound of our breathy moans and the feel of his cock deep in my pussy. Suddenly he presses his forehead against mine.

“Look at me baby, please. I need to see you,” Mammon whimpers, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

I look up at him; taking in his disheveled white hair and the way small beads of sweat roll down the firm muscles of his chest. He bites his lip, hungrily looking down at me with wide blue eyes. I feel my second orgasm coming on, hot and quick. I pull his face closer to mine and kiss him gently, tracing his lips with the tip of my tongue.

Two more deep strokes and I orgasm again, my body pressed tight against Mammon’s. He follows me quickly, whimpering as my pussy clenches around his cock and his warm cum fills me.

We stay joined for several long moments and kiss softly while Mammon cradles me close to his chest, his wings draped over us.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you too. So much,” Mammon replies, nuzzling his nose against mine.

Thirty minutes later I emerge from the shower, smiling to myself when I walk back into the bedroom and hear Mammon snoring softly. He’s stretched out on his stomach, his head cradled on his right arm, while his left arm is flung out in front of him and resting on my pillow. The early morning light seeps through the window, highlighting the bright white of his hair and making the platinum of his wedding band spark.

Too adorable. Must. Take. Picture.

I find my D.D.D. and snap a quick picture, writing a quick caption and uploading it to Devilgram. I tag Mammon in the picture and grin when I notice that he’s made a change to his Devilgram page.

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Several hours later Diavolo is sitting in his office at R.A.D., taking a break from a mountain of paperwork that has accumulated since Arianthi has been in the human realm.

With Mammon.

Diavolo’s face darkens and he scrolls through his D.D.D. searching for something to take his mind off of her. His eyes suddenly widen and he grits his teeth, the small muscles in his jaw twitching as he stares down at the screen of his D.D.D. His hand tightens on the device and it shatters, small pieces of plastic raining down onto the surface of his desk.

Barbatos silently steps forward and sweeps the remnants of the D.D.D. into a small wastebasket and makes a mental note to pick up a new one for his master.

Barbatos says nothing as he watches Diavolo despondently cradle his head in his hands. The only sound he makes is a soft sigh as he exits Diavolo’s office. If only Diavolo had listened to his subtle suggestions on wooing Arianthi. Things could have been so very, very different for his lord.

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Jax and the six demon brothers lounge in the living room after dinner.

“Has anyone heard from Arianthi or Mammon today?” Lucifer inquires as he sifts through student applications to R.A.D.

“Not me,” Satan answers without looking up from his book.

“Nope,” Beel and Belphie say in unison.

Levi and Jax shake their heads while Asmo frowns down at his D.D.D. in concentration.

“Asmo?” Lucifer raises his voice to catch his younger brother’s attention.

“What?!” Asmo asks, startled.

“I asked if anyone has heard from Mammon or Arianthi today.”

Asmo shakes his head then returns his attention to his D.D.D. and frowns again.

“Is there something wrong Asmodeus?”

“Oh, no. Mammon changed his screen name on Devilgram is all.”

Lucifer rolls his eyes before picking up a pen and turning his attention back to his work.

Jax lays their head in Beel’s lap and smiles up at him as they pull out their D.D.D. Beel gently runs his fingers through their hair before opening his potions textbook and beginning to read.

Jax brings up Devilgram up to check Arianthi’s page, curious to see if she’s uploaded any new vacation photos. They pause on her newest photo of Mammon and give a soft smile.

“Awwwww,” they coo, drawing the attention of the brothers.

Levi quirks an eyebrow at them. “What was that for?”

“Arianthi posted a really cute picture on Devilgram of Mammon sleeping.”

“What!” The brothers all scramble for their D.D.D.s to check the post.

Lucifer smirks while Levi and Satan snicker and Asmo re-blogs it.

“This is too good,” Belphie chuckles. “I wonder if he’ll make her take it down once he sees it.”

“It’s cute,�� Beel murmurs, leaning down to kiss Jax’s forehead.

Jax smiles at the picture one last time and starts to exit Devilgram when something in the picture catches their attention. They scroll to Mammon’s page then quickly go back to Arianthi’s page.

“Holy shit those crazy bitches really did it!” They exclaim, sitting up so quickly they startle Beel into dropping his book.

“Who did what now?” Levi asks, annoyed.

“They got married!”

“Who did?”

Asmo’s eyes go wide as he puts the pieces together. “That’s why he changed his screen name!”

Lucifer scowls. “What are you two talking about?”

“Mammon and Arianthi got married!”

“WHAT?”

Jax motions everyone over to them and opens up Mammon’s Devilgram. “He changed his name to Mr. Mammon Wolf. Wolf is Arianthi’s last name.”

Everyone but Asmo looks at them skeptically.

“Now read her caption - ‘My present, my future, my forever’.”

Lucifer looks at him, completely unimpressed. “Is that supposed to mean something to us?”

Asmo sighs. “That caption is so disgustingly sweet only a newlywed would have written it.”

“Weak,” Levi scoffs at his younger brother.

Jax rolls their eyes and brings up the picture Arianthi posted of Mammon sleeping. “Look! Look at Mammon’s left hand.”

“Oh my dark lord,” Lucifer breathes.

“Is that....?” Satan whispers.

“That’s a wedding ring. I’d bet my right nipple on it,” Jax says triumphantly.

Mammon’s brothers share one long, shocked look while Jax sits in smug silence.

A small smile slowly forms on Lucifer’s face. “Well. It seems that we’ll need to prepare a party to welcome them home.

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After posting the picture to Devilgram I slip back into bed with Mammon, snuggling under his arm and close to his chest.

His eyes blink open slowly and he gives me a soft smile. “Hey wife,” he whispers, his voice thick with sleep.

“Hey husband,” I murmur, gently brushing my lips over his.

Mammon chuckles and his arm tightens around me. “How ya feelin’?”

“Sleepy. Happy. Loved.” I sigh in contentment as I sink deeper into his embrace.

He kisses my forehead. “How ‘bout we get a little more sleep and then I’ll show ya just how loved ya are?”

I roll onto my side and he pulls me to him, my back flush to his chest, and he curls his body around mine protectively.

“I love you baby,” Mammon say softly, kissing the back of my neck.

“I love you too,” I murmur as my eyelids flutter shut and I drift off to sleep, safe and warm in my husband’s arms.

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