hello hello! a little birdy told me you're accepting yuri obey me (•‿•)
i would like to ask fem!mammon and fem!levi making out with reader and oops! turns out the reader's lips are now painted with the character's lipstick shade! how do they react to that? this happened on my first kiss w a girl... it was embarrassingly obvious we kissed LOLOL
ty for reading my ask! isa out
female mammon and levi get their lipstick on you when you kiss <3 gn reader and suggestive!
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mammon is definitely a lip gloss warrior. she’s always got her favourite shade in her pocket (along with a matching liner). you’ve seen her go through 3 tubes in a month.
ah, you’ve got a little…
hm? what?
nah, nevermind. its nothing.
did you get distracted by my beauty?
…maybe. will ya let me go again? i’ll stay focused this time. promise, baby. she answers — that large, giddy grin creeping up on her face.
you relent, of course you do, and press your lips to hers once again. she moves down, nipping at your neck and kissing down your chest. murmuring promises against your skin about how she’s gonna make you feel so good.
she won’t say it out loud, but it isn’t hard to tell she saw something with the way her pupils grew ten times bigger when her eyes flicked down to your lips.
truth is, mammon loves laying her claim on you. it was bad enough back when you’d borrow her lip gloss, coat your lips using the same wand that touched her lips only a few moments ago… but now she’s leaving her mark on you directly, and nothing could give her more of a thrill.
later, you’re met with varying reactions from her sisters (mostly disgust) when they see the mess mammon made of your face. she stands next to you, pure satisfaction and pride running through her at the thought of everyone knowing who you really belong to. as if you couldn’t feel your own sticky lips the whole time…
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i don’t particularly hc levi as someone who wears lipstick a lot, she’s more of a chapstick kinda girl. but ! the exception is when she’s cosplaying. she needs the look to be perfect and definitely asks asmo for help with the makeup too.
thinking of kissing her after you help her record an outfit check,, she just looks so pretty, it’s rare to see her all dolled up like this. she tenses at the sudden press of your lips against hers, but slowly relaxes, moving her lips in tandem with yours.
after… a while, you pull away, out of breath and heaving. when you look back up, you notice levi’s cheeks flushed bright red, the pretty blush travelling all the way to her ears and down her neck.
o-oh- i’m so sorry!! i r-really didn’t mean to get it on you! this is so embarrassing… um, s-should i help you? ah, no- you wouldn’t want me touching you… anddd there she goes, stuttering and apologising for no reason at all.
her voice dies in her throat when you place a comforting hand on her shoulder, prompting her to look up at you and the red smeared all around your mouth. she almost launches herself at you, sending the both of you tumbling to the floor, her lips on yours once again. she decides she doesn’t mind wearing lipstick more often if it ends this way.
Summary - He wanted to show you a meme, but you're sleeping.
Warnings - None.
Wordcount - 200+ Words
A/N - Hey, it's been a while. This is just something that has been sitting in my docs since years. I am not sure that I will return to writing on Tumblr like before now. So I have decided to just empty everything and post all the little pieces that have been waiting for me to come around.
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“You gotta see this! It’s so funny, I swear-”
Mammon throws your door open as he usually does, excited eyes searching for you. He stills when he finds you asleep on your study desk. You looked exhausted, cheek smushed against notes and worksheets on the table as you slept.
"Huh, mus'be really tired to sleep like this," Mammon thinks, nearing your slumbering form on silent feet. Unnecessary, for if his rowdy entrance hadn't woken you, little else would. Guess the meme would have to wait.
Mammon stuff his phone in his back pocket and reaches out hesitantly to trace your head with care. He didn't want to wake you, but he'd rarely seen you forgoing your bed for sleep. Walking in on you sleeping like this felt strangely intimate, as if you were making him privy to a vulnerable side of yourself.
A smile pulls at his lips. He slowly pulls your chair back, attentively watching you to make sure you don’t stir, and slithers a hand under your knees and hoists you up. You stir in his arms, and he freezes, blood rushing to his face in fear. You snort in your slumber, nose burying in his chest as you grow still again. Mammon breathes in relief. He resumes inching towards your bed and gently lays you on it.
"Can't believe ya studied yourself to sleep," Mammon whispers, pulling the sheets over you. "Sleep well, ya nuisance."
Summary: it’s new years! Celebrating with your friend was the best way to spend the holiday. Who knew he wanted to be more than friends?
Tw: straight fluff, cuteness radiating off of everyone in this one🥹
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“Okay, fireworks start innn…15 minutes. We still have time.” You said calmly with a smile on your face. Excitement was coming off mammon in waves and it made you giggle, but at least he was happy.
Being mammon, he tried to act nonchalant. It wasn’t working well. “Man, as much as fireworks are pretty and all, they are super loud.” He complained. You rolled your eyes because you could tell he didn’t care about noise. “You’ll be fine mamms, if it hurts your ears we can leave.”
He shook his head no, expected, and stood up to stretch. “Let’s leave now so we can find a spot to stand without being squished by strangers, yeah?” You agreed and were on your merry way.
The beach was basically packed, but it was fine because you found a spot with a perfect view and not that many people by it.
The fireworks started and they were gorgeous, you took many pictures and showed them to mammon, making sure they were good pictures. But every time you showed him his eyes stayed on you.
You continued to watch the fireworks when mammon spoke up, you looked over at him. The light breeze blowing his white hair back, showing his face more. You thought mammon was pretty, and the lighting, definitely proved you right.
“Hey..” he started with a smirk. “I heard somethin’ about human holidays like this one.” He sounded mischievous and you raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?” You said unimpressed. “Ya. I heard you can make a wish on new years and birthdays.” You chuckled and held eye contact with him. “Well, make a wish then.”
Your soft voice made mammons smirk falter into something warmer and he started off quietly. “I wish…that you would kiss me.” The seriousness caught you off guard. It also made you blush. You stared at his face just to see any twitch or hint that it was a joke, but his gaze stayed warm, like he was silently begging for you to fulfill his wish.
You came over your nervousness and leaned in, him doing the same thing. The kiss was fiery, you felt like something sparked inside of you.
hi hi!! i js wanted to say that i absolutely love ur fics sm, literally makes my day when i see tht u posted. i was wondering if u could make a fic w mammon x (fem or gn) reader getting high tg? maybe sum shotgunning action n sharing a blunt?? maybe a little something more after 👀. if u want to make the reader inexperienced or experienced is totally up to u, it honestly doesnt matter to me!! tysm❣️!!!
(shotgunning is when someone exhales smoke directly into ur mouth btw.)
(fem!reader)
"if we broke up, would you get back with your ex?"
"if we broke up id die."
a giggle escapes you at mammon's dramatic answer, smacking your palm against his chest playfully before leaning in to smush your cheek into his. he got so honest when he was high, weed was basically a truth serum to him. a few hits off a blunt, and you could get him to say all that mushy, lovey-dovey stuff that he usually refused to say out loud. nuzzling against his face, you can't help but give him a few kisses. "you're so dramatic," you tease, settling fully onto his chest and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, kicking your feet into the air when he immediately wraps you up in a tight bear hug.
"nu uh. id forreal drop dead, like immediately. blehh." tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, mammon lets his head fall to the side as he plays dead, and you giggle again as you give him a little shake. "you wouldn't last five seconds without me?" it's a pointless question to ask. you already know how mammon feels about you, and you feel the exact same way towards him. the thought of breaking up makes your stomach churn uncomfortably, unable to fathom a world where mammon isn't yours and you aren't his. done playing corpse, mammon's head pops back up, giving you a lazy smile as his hand comes up to cup the side of your face. "nope," he replies, popping the 'p' loudly before stealing a kiss, "yer my entire universe, baby doll."
smiling wide enough to make your cheeks ache, you boop his nose before reaching for the ashtray on his nightstand. carefully pinching the half an inch of blunt between your fingers, you wiggle it in front of his face playfully. "last hit, monnie. wanna split it?" he gives you a look like you just asked the stupidest question ever, and you stick your tongue out at him before bringing the blunt to your lips. you inhale slowly, watching the paper burn away until you can feel the heat of the lit bud against your skin before tossing it back into the ashtray. the smoke is warm in your chest, and so is mammon's hand as it trails up and down your back lazily, so so warm you could just melt.
shifting on his chest, you push yourself forward to press your lips against mammon's waiting mouth, and let the smoke out in a steady breath. you listen to the soft inhale he takes, focus on the dilation of his pupils that has nothing to with the drug use, and feel his hand slide down the length of your spine down to your ass. as the last tendril of smoke leaves your lips, mammon hums low in his chest before blowing it all back out right into your face before hauling you further up onto his chest and closing the little distance between your mouths. you lose track of time as you two swap lazy kisses, too busy enjoying the feeling of his hands all over you and the heat of his tongue against yours.
rolling you two over, mammon swaps your postions without breaking a single point of contact, and you stretch out underneath his weight with a happy little mewl as his mouth finds it's way down to your throat. "hm.. if i was a demon, would you still love me?" mammon doesn't pause his ministrations, mouthing over the sensitive spots along your neck that make you squirm and try to curl away. "ya could shoot me in the face right now and id love ya," he replies easily, breath tickling over your collarbone, and you giggle happily while reaching for his hair. burying your fingers into the soft mess of white fluff, you scritch behind his ears like he's a puppy, and he whine he makes sounds like one. "so morbid.. what if i was an angel?"
"id worship ya."
"what if i had beel's appetite?"
"id feed ya."
"if i spent all your money?"
"it's all for you, anyway."
"me and goldie are in a housefire, who are you saving?"
his head pops up from where he'd been nuzzling into your cleavage, lips pursed as he squints at you. it's quiet for a minute, then two, and by the third you're smacking him over the head with a dramatic scoff. "mammon!" he laughs loudly, dropping his head back down onto your chest and hides from your second swat between your tits. hands rubbing up and down your sides, he gives your hips a rough squeeze before wrapping his arms around your waist. peeking up at you through his bangs, his eyes are sparkling with amusement as he looks at you. "c'mon, do ya really need me to answer that? id obviously save my perfect, beautiful, amazing goldie–"
you grab the pillow from underneath your head and beat him with it.
"you're so stupid," you whine, putting in some extra strength behind your swings when all he does is laugh and cling to you tighter. you don't stop until your biceps begin to ache, giving him one more good whack before tossing the pillow to the side and flopping back onto the bed with a huff. only once he's sure it's safe does mammon lift his head up again, crawling up to hover over you with a wide grin as he stares down at your grumpy expression. "yer violent," he accuses, ducking down to press a long, dramatic kiss to your forehead, "don't ask me a stupid question and expect a real answer." giving him a glare, it quickly softens when he kisses you. "id never let ya get stuck in a housefire in the first place. id sense it before it even happened, and get ya to safety."
a snort of amusement escapes you as you roll your eyes at him, reaching up to hold his face in your hands and squish his cheeks together. he lets it happen without complaint, nuzzling into your palms. "you'd sense a housefire?"
"yup," he says with all the confidence in the world.
"that's something you can do?"
"yuh huh." said with a smug smile.
"so how come you couldn't sense anything when you burned dinner last week?"
his smile drops like a stone in the ocean, replaced with a pout as his cheeks get hot underneath your palms. "that wasn't my fault! someone distracted me, and i forgot it was in the oven!" it's your turn to smile now as you recall what exactly had distracted him. a little invitation to join you in the shower had ended in take out for dinner and mammon stuck with dish duty for a month. totally worth it. shrugging your shoulders, you release his face and drag your hands down his chest. "not my fault you're easy," you singsong, and mammon grumbles under his breath while leaning back to sit on his heels, dragging you along with him. sitting you in his lap, his hands slide underneath your shirt and grope at your hips before his fingers dip into the waistband of your shorts. "hard not to be easy when yer girlfriend's this sexy," he murmurs into the minute space between you two, nudging his nose into your cheek while he tugs at the waistband of your panties, letting it snap back against your skin.
the compliment warms your cheeks, feeling almost shy as you loop your arms around his neck, playing with the short hairs at his name and earning a little shudder in return. "you can't live without me, and you can't say no to me.. i think you have a crush on me or something." you can't keep yourself from giggling as you say it, and mammon rolls his eyes at you with a small scoff of amusement. "ha, as if id have crush on a puny lil human like you. i got standards, yknow."
you hum in acknowledgement, nodding along as you slowly pull away from him. "oh yeah, totally. guess im just, wasting my time here. should probably–" you don't get five inches away before he's tackling you down into his sheets, legs tangling with yours as he presses all his body weight down onto you. "yeah right. yer stayin' rightttt here," he sighs against the top of your head, wrapping you up in his arms so tight you can barely breathe, but you're more than happy as you cuddle up against his chest.
ngl, i lost the plot on this one, but i was too far in to scrap it. i think shotgunning is super sexy and intimate. gonna try to bum a few bucks off my brother for a cart. hhhhhhhhhhhhh
And they are like trauma dumping on each other and they are emotionally supporting each other
In a yurifull way cuz it's yuri
See the vision?? Like peak yuri
We need more lesbian mammon propaganda
soft moments with fem!mammon <3
mammon loves close contact with her treasure. even when she can’t really touch you the way she wants, she finds a way to be close to you. she sits with her shoulder touching yours, and eventually ends with her arm around your shoulder, keeping you held close to her chest.
mammon leaves a few kisses on the side of your face and your forehead while you talk, and nuzzles her cheek against yours so soft.
don’t be fooled, she might seem distracted, but she’s holding onto every word that leaves your mouth. ahh.. yer too cute. nah, keep going. ‘m listening. promise.
soon as the conversation takes a more serious turn and mammon hears the slightest crack in your voice, she’s got tears pricking her eyes too. she wants to know more, she does, she just can’t stand thinking of how much pain her human went through in the past.
she’ll pull you closer and closer till theres no more space left between you, chests pressed together where you can feel her heart beating in sync with yours.
mammon will lean in and kiss you tenderly — you’ll taste your salty tears mixed together on her lips. she’ll huff when her shades get in the way, quickly removing them to go back in for more.
she’ll take her time, and you’ll have to be the one to pull away when you’re out of breath. she’ll stare at you like you’re made of gold as you catch your breath, whisper as if she’s telling you a secret — you’re so brave, yknow that? i dont say it much but… fuck. i love ya. like, so fucking much. my sweet treasure.
first ask yippee !!! n of course it had to be my wife. we need more fem obm action im beggingg </3 anyway i hope i did ur ask justice :p
my reqs are open for obey me x reader drabbles and hcs! ESPECIALLY fem/genderbent characters. i write for lucifer, mammon, levi, belphie, simeon, and satan <3
A/N; sum small I found in my drafts, gonna get to my love and deepspace stuff now hihi
1ST — MAMMON IS F*CKED! ( No pun intended)
The first incident, in all fairness, was inevitable.
Taking Lucifer's card for a reckless shopping spree with you was a death wish on its own, but ending up in bed together before the bags even touched the floor made it even worse.
Mammon's hands were everywhere, rough and greedy as he pinned you down on his slept-in bed, his lips meeting yours, tongue already eager to explore yours in a messy kiss. "'Fuck, sweets," he's breathing heavy already, grinding his painfully hard cock against your thigh through the annoying fabric of his jeans, "Ya drive me crazy."
You arch up into him, desperatly trying to grind your pantiy-clothed cunt onto him as your fingers tangle in his white hair, pulling him closer as he shoved your shirt up, mouth quick to latch onto your nipple, sucking hard enough to make you giggle in excitement.
Tanned and slender hands of his dip lower, fingers slipping right into those cute lace panties he just bought you to rub your puffy clit and run his fingers through your soaked folds.
"Gonna make ya scream my name, ya' hear?"
Biting a moan behind your swollen lips you eagerly spread your legs whider, messing up the sheets further in the process, urging him on to fuck you already until—
"MAMMONNN!"
The furious shout echoes from downstairs, rapid footsteps already rushing up the stairs, Lucifer set on making a bee-line towards poor mammons room.
"Fuck, I'm dead."
He rolls off your heaving body in a rush, quick to fix himself before planting an apologetic peck to your lips, "Gotta run for it, sweets, or he'll kill me for sure this time."
You pout, and that almost did him in. With a groan, he turned back, stealing one last, fat and wet smack to your lips.
"C'mon, don't look at me like that… To be continued, baby. Promise."
2ND — NO SELFCARE FOR MAMMON!
He's literally jumping in the air out of joy, a giddy jump in each step he takes.
No one's at the house right now.Aall six brothers out for once for some 'cooking workshop' solomon heavens help them managed to drag everyone but you two into.
Or so you thought.
"Fuckin' finally."
Steam curls against the glass of the shower as Mammon drags you into it, warm water cascading over your naked bodies. He presses you against the cold tiled wall, cock already sliding between your thighs, "Promised to fuck ya' good, didn't I? Gonna fuck ya senseless now, baby," he pants, slapping his cock against your clit for good meassure, once, twice—
"Mammon, stop it and fuck me already!"
"Y-yeah. Yer' right. Sorry sweets."
You grip his soaked hair, his tip catching at your weeping cunt while his fingers dig into the fat of your ass to hold you steady.
"Mammon pleaseee, can't wait any longer—"
"S-shit, hold on, don't want'cha to fall."
He's just about to be engulfed by the soft walls he calls home, tasting the delicious warmth at the tip of his tongue—
"Darlingggg! There you are!"
The bathroom door flies open so fast it slams into the wall, and Mammon lets out a sharp shriek, nearly jumping out of his skin as he's convinced, for half a second, that it's a ghost.
Just like that, he's slipping on the wet tiles and crashes down hard on his naked butt with a pained yelp right infront of you.
And all he can think about is whether you've just gotten the ick from him.
" I'm gonna have fun with out cutie tonight, sorry not sorry Mammon! facials, PJs, manicures allll the works!"
Asmodeus is thrilled, bursting in with a silk robe and mask in hand, giggling at the silhouettes that happend to be you two in the shower.
Mammon's quick on his feet, clenching his fist to keep himself from rubbing his sore bum infront of you. Instead, he pops a vein on his forehead, scrampling for the towels outside to wrap around you both as he steps out carefully, not to land on the ground again.
"Fuck you! You scared the living shit out of me, Asmo! Can't ya see we're busy?"
The brother just pouted sarcastically, already pulling at your arm to lead you to his room.
"I frankly don't give a shit. And no, no fucking for you tonight, Mammon."
The door slams with the same force as it opened before, leaving poor Mammon alone and blue balled behind, left sulking like a child as he drifts after you anyway, listening to your giggles and chatter right behind his door after you two left his room.
Nothing could possibly be worse than—
Mammon can't even properly finish his internal rant when he's suddenly on the ground again as his bedroom door swings open with full force. He falls defeated with a yelp, while Asmo steps right over him like he isn't even there, making a beeline for your robe.
"Silly girl forgot her robe— Mammon why the fuck are you naked right infront of your door? Anyone could walk in," With that, he scoffs and shoots Mammon a disgusted look before stepping over him again right into the hallway, "Gross."
Mammon squints up at him, fuming as he lies there sprawled like a bug on its back, towel barely hanging on.
"FUCK!"
3RD — MAMMON GETS TORMENTED WHILE... eating?
He's certain he's been cursed, maybe by Satan as some sort of cruel experiment with spells, he doesn't know.
All he knows is that he's got to have you. Right now.
Yes, right now in the janitor closet of RAD that he just sneaked in with you on lunchbreak.
Ohhhh, a lunch he's going to have.
"No more interruptions. Gonna eat this pretty pussy till ya' beg."
He's leaving a messy trail of open mouthed kisses down your neck, feeling the need to mark you with a hickey despite the tight scedule he's on.
Dropping to his knees on the dusty right after, he's hiking up your little skirt and burries his nose straight into your panties, taking a big fat whiff as he whines into you.
"W-we don't have long, Mammon. Please, wanna cum."
He spreads your legs further, humming in agreement, he nods along a little too eagerly, like one of those wobbly dashboard dolls, hooking a finger to push your panties to the side, tongue darting out to get a long and desperatly needed taste of your leaking pussy.
"Oh f-fuckk— m' gonna make you squirt all over m—"
BANG!
No way.
The door rattles violently as Beel's muffled voice rumbles from the other side, "Hey, is there any food in there? I smell something sweet."
There's no. fucking. way.
BANGBANGBANG!
Mammon spreads your legs further to headbutt the shelf you're leaned against in rage, your tighs almost locking around his head as you try to stifle your giggles.
"Beel, ya idiot! It's not—arghhh, fuck off!"
"Nuh uh. I know you're hiding something tasty in there."
Mammon rolls his eyes so hard, they almost get stuck at the back of his head.
Yeah, there is something tasty right infront of him, but because of Beel, he's stuck heading to the next lesson on an empty stomach.
Great.
FINAL STRAW — OPERATION: FUCK MY GIRLFRIEND RIGHT NOW!
He's had enough by now.
So of course, he's already scheming a plan. And there's only one desperate attempt left that he can come up with. Maybe you won't say yes, or maybe it'll be the fourth time (god forbid) his brothers manage to blue ball him all over again, but it's worth a shot.
The plan gets rolling the next morning. You both call in sick, waiting for everyone to wander off before you graze through the hallways on your tiptoes toward Mammon's room, the house suspiciously quiet.
There was practically a haze hanging around Mammon's room, his pent-up frustration radiating off him before you even get to step a careful foot inside. Immediately he scoops you up, but the bed seems too far.
"Fuck it," his grunt tickles against your neck as he throws you right onto the billiard table in the middle of his room, your palms slapping the green felt, "Gonna give it ta' ya right here."
With quick moves your torn panties fall to the ground, and you giggle at his struggle of freeing his cock from his boxers, whining in annoyance against your neck.
Fat, weeping cock springing free, he wastes no time to rub his tip through your awaiting folds once, twice—
"Been achin' to pound my sweet pussy."
With one pleased whine he bottoms out in one swift move, the table shaking on its legs as the force of his building thrusts rattle Mammon snarled, rubbing his tip through your dripping slit.
The billiard balls roll around as your hands scramble at the green felt, chest arching right up to his awaiting mouth as he suckles on your nipples as if he could suck milk out of them.
Well, maybe he'll have to make that reality.
"Missed you so much, Mammon— h-harder— fuckkk!"
"Don't gotta tell me twice, treasure."
The force of his thrusts punches the air from your lungs, each one driving you harder against the shaky table.
Your fingers knot into his white locs, tugging sharply as a low grunt rumbles from his chest.
Right then, he abandons your nipples only to drag his mouth up to cage your bottom lip instead, sucking it into a needy kiss.
"Yeahhhh, ya like that, human? My cock fillin' ya up real good?"
"Yesss! Love it soooo much— r-right there!"
Table screeching against the floor with every hard, smack, smack smack of his pelvis against your puffy clit, sweat slicking your skin as your mind starts to run overdrive.
"Gonna cum inside ya," he murmurs against your drooly lips, cock twitching at every sound spilling from your lips, "Mark ya' as my treasure."
Stuttering hips trying desperatly to keep up their pace, he can feel himself nearing his end, cum already sitting heavy at the base of his pistoning cock.
And with one quick look down towards the frothy mess your cunning pussy smears across his girth, he knows he's done for.
being married has changed your entire relationship with mammon. he doesn't love you any less, you aren't fighting twice as much, no, nothing like that. he's gained an extra kinda of confidence, and now he can't keep his hands off of you. ever.
trying to be sweet and cook him some breakfast in morning, he'll stumble into the kitchen only a few minutes after you turned the stove on, unable to stay asleep for long without you in his arms. coming up behind you, arms wrapping around your middle while he buries his face into the crook of your neck, he sniffs at your neck–not stuble at all–before letting out a long, happy sigh. "hmm.. yer so cute, cookin' us breakfast.. in our kitchen.. our house.." the sniffs turn into kisses, which turn into bites, and then you're rushing to turn the stove off while mammon's hauling you up onto the counter and tugging at your pajamas.
cleaning up the house while he's at work, he comes through the door at the end of the day calling your name while you're carrying a basket of laundry. pausing on your way to the bedroom, you turn to him and smile happily. "welcome home, mammon," you greet, and he's rushing over to you, the basket in your arms quickly being replaced by six feet of clingy demon husband as he smothers your face in kisses. "i thought i–hmmf–told ya to wait for–aah–me so i could help," he whines against your lips, backing you towards the couch, his warm hands pawing at every part of you he can reach, and you both end up a heap of tangled limbs on the floor right next to the couch.
movie nights are no longer a family activity, and without his brothers around anymore, mammon doesn't have to be subtle with his touches. he'll drag you right into his lap, hugging you against his chest tight, and the intro has barely ended before his hand is in your pants. playing between your thighs, he encourages you to be as loud as you want–is basically begging you for it. "it's just us, remember? wanna hear you," he murmurs into your ear while his fingers tease you til you're a squirming mess, "yer so perfect. made just for me, weren't ya? all for me." he doesn't let up until you're coming all over his hand, leaving a sticky mess between your legs as you pant and tremble against his chest.
grocery trips end with a quickie in the back seat of his car in the parking lot. bouncing on his dick while he whimpers underneath you, hands gripping onto your hips as he guides you up and down, over and over again. "don't stop, don't stop..! 'm almost there," he cries, staring up at you like you hung the stars in the sky, pupils so wide you can see your own expression of pleasure reflected in them. when he comes, he keeps you sat on his lap, buried soo deep inside, mewling into your chest as he shakes through an orgasm. the windows are left foggy, clear evidence of what you two just did, and mammon leans over to draw a heart with both your initials in the center, a dopey smile on his face before dragging you into a long, sweet kiss that steals your breath.
he wants to take you out on dates, but seeing you all dressed up, all for him, reminds him of your wedding day, and he just gets so emotional, he has to fuck you deep and slow in your bed like he did on your wedding night. fingers tangled with yours above your head, he keeps eye contact while thrusting into you. drawn out grinds that has the tip of his dick reaching the deepest parts of you, making your back arch and your toes curl. "my baby.. still can't believe yer really mine.. love ya s'much," he basically sobs, genuine tears in the corners of his eyes as he leans in to kiss you, "marry me again? wanna do it all over. wanna do it forever."
this is trash but i keep thinking about IDO and how neither mammon nor mc can keep their hands to themselves. every other scene we're makin out, and i loveeeeee ittt
