#meufloras

[xamassed]

｢ @meufloras​  ｣

An excited human is running up to Mammon, waving around a letter in her hand. “Mams! Mams! Look at what I found in my locker!” She cheered happily, stopping to stand next to him and proudly show off the paper she held. “it’s a love letter! I’ve never gotten one before, this is so exciting! No idea who it’s from, though... there’s no name,” she explained with a bit of a pout. She would’ve loved to have known who had left this for her. “You must get things like these often, right? How should I go about responding?” Kiwa asked, turning to look at her demon friend for advice. She knew he was pretty popular, so she figured asking him would be a great place to start!

“What’cha got?” He tried to snatch the paper from her, but she flailed it about in her excitement and made it difficult to take. “Lemmie see it, dammit. Quit wavin’ it around like that! How am I ‘posed t’see if ya——?!”

Mammon’s jaw suddenly tightened, and he thought he felt his entire body run cold. He didn’t look to Kiwa’s adorable pout, but at the letter she held onto so fondly. Who in their right mind would send his human a love letter? Someone smart enough not to leave their name, clearly. Bastard! He would have loved to find them and show them the letter before tearing it to itty-bitty confetti in front of them.

“Forget about it!” He finally grabbed for the letter, cheeks flushed and brows pinched with frustration. Then it hit him that she had made an assumption about him, a portion of his jealousy swelling into pride. “When ya look as roguishly handsome as I do, it’s hard not t’have admirers! I get letters like this every once and a while, and I keep ‘em. Never respond to ‘em, though.  .  . There ain’t nearly enough’a me t’go around!”

He sniffed cockily before he glowered down at the letter he had grabbed from her.

“Whoever wrote this needs t’get a grip. C’mon, did ya even read it?” He waved it around in front of her face and scoffed. “All they do is say what they like about’cha physically. I mean.  .  .”

He coughed and felt his cheeks redden further, “ya ain’t bad on th’ eyes, but that ain’t all ya are. There ain’t no way this can be a real lover letter ‘cause they don’t actually know ya. It’s garbage. You’re better off just tossin’ it.”

[pinklocksoflove]

@meufloras

From here 

"I won't lie, I did. Couldn't resist with how soft your skin is, and that you have such a cute butt." Karine comments, continuing to play with Kiwa's hair. Karine was certain that Kiwa knew she wanted her in bed for more than just snuggles, not saying that snuggles weren't bad or anything. Just a calm morning with a beauty woman in her arms, the two would stay there forever if they could.

Karine tucks a lock of Kiwa's hair behind her ear. "You are just the cutest, you know." With a giggle she gives a small stretch.

"I may go shower later... would you be up to join me? Save water, shower with a cutie~ just to clean and wash our hair y'know?" 

[mcmcntomorii-later]

@meufloras​  【 s.c 】 ​

  「Ah, Kiwa-chan, good morning。」 Mukuro greeted the other with a small smile on her lips as soon as she spotted the other pinkette。 Being one of the few humans attending this exchange program with her, Mukuro wanted to be at least on somewhat friendly terms with the other。

    And it would kill Mukuro to try and make a friend or two while here。 It probably would do her some good to finally let someone in close enough to establish a positive bond。

[xamassed]

｢ @meufloras​  ｣

Why couldn’t things ever go as planned...? The one time Kiwa had been allowed to walk home from R.A.D. alone, the one time everyone was busy... was the one time she’d been so blissfully unaware of potential danger.

Everything was such a blur to her, one second she’d been checking her D.D.D. to see if she had any new texts, and the next there were claws ripping through the sleeve of her uniform. So very luckily for her they didn’t break the skin— but it scared her beyond imaginable. Kiwa jumped, the device in her hand falling to the ground and cracking.

At least, with the obvious attempt at an attack, Kiwa had the common sense to run. She’d been harassed enough times during her idol days to know when to book it.

She had been in too much of a panic to even process if the demon who tried to scratch her followed, but apparently it worked out for the best considering Kiwa did return to the House of Lamentation without any actual injury. She knew some demons weren’t a fan of the fact she was a human, especially not one as close to the brothers as she was. Especially one close with Mammon. All of the brothers had fangirls, she knew that... she was stupid to have gotten closer to him at school.

Kiwa hadn’t exactly processed the whole situation until she was safely behind the closed door, eyes wide and out of breath. She looked down at the tear in her sleeve, the reality setting in. Damn, someone really just tried to hurt her... however that wasn’t her main concern. She knew this uniform needed to be repaired... it wouldn’t be good to let anyone see it.. they’d just get all up in arms about how she was stupid for not waiting for someone to walk home with. Yeah, they were busy.. but waiting until someone showed up was always an option.

On shaky legs, she made her way to her room and removed the outer jacket of her uniform. She sat in silence as she tried to sew the claw marks shut... she really didn’t want anyone to worry. However she’d forgotten the broken D.D.D. in all of that panic, completely unaware of any texts that may have been sent to make sure she did get home safe. Typically she responded to texts very quickly... no response from her was more than a little odd.

The longer she sat, the shakier her hands got. Eventually she did have to set down the sewing needle, placing it into her pin cushion, and buried her face into the damaged jacket to try not to cry. She didn’t like crying... as often as she did, she tried not to... it was embarrassing. It hurt, and it made things so much worse in her own head. Those soft sobs, shoulders shaking so pathetically.. she really needed a hug.

// SMALL ANGSTY THING FOR MAMMON,,,,, man imagine how freaked he’d get if the fastest replier he knew suddenly just isn’t answering 👀

Mammon had a habit of spam-texting when the urge hit him. Sometimes, he had a lot to say, and the only way he could say it was in small bursts. He was never one for paragraphs, his rapid-fire messages unintentionally giving people the chance to interject if they felt the need to. In Kiwa’s case, he hoped for it. He liked to see the cute emojis she sent, her sugar-sweet words boosting his mood and keeping boredom at bay.

      > Seriously, let me pick ya up after school.       > We can go for a drive, go out to eat!       > Or we can do somethin’ else. Whatever ya wanna do!       > Babe       > Baby       > Kiwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa       > Kiwa       > Baby, answer meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

He grumbled and sent two more texts before he rested his hands and the screen against his chest. Nervously, he let the tips of his painted nails drum against the back of his phone case. Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap.

Waiting wasn’t a strength of his. He knew she was likely on her way home from school, but she never waited this long to text him back. She was quick as a whip, so why wasn’t she answering?

      > Oi, did I do something?       > Ya never ignore me!       > If I fucked up, at least tell me so I can fix it!       > This ain’t fair!

And again, no answer for five minutes straight.

His irritation at being ignored began to wither away the longer time stretched on, and in its place a knot of growing anxiety began to form in his stomach. Sitting up, Mammon let loose a low groan and started up again, thumbs flying across the keyboard on his screen. If something had happened to her, it would be his fault. He was meant to be her protector, but he assumed that the two of them being attached at the hip would be a clear warning to other demons that she wasn’t to be touched.

Had he assumed wrong? Were lesser demons getting more brazen?

      > Are ya okay?       > Why ain’t ya answer me?       > Did something happen?

“Eh, whatever. I’m sure she’s fine!” He tried to shove back the dread welling up in his chest, but no amount of stubborn repression could stop him from leaping from his bed and making a beeline for her room. He liked to play tough and pretend that he didn’t care, but his every action spoke volumes. He darted to her room, hand immediately going for the handle — until he caught the sound of a stifled sob through the crack he had created.

Whatever the reason was, his human was crying.

Mammon slipped into the room and silently shut the door. He didn’t toy with the lights or speak, but rather let his feet carefully carry him over to the curled up, trembling form of the woman he adored.

A single hand touched at her back, smoothing large circles along her shoulder blades as he settled down beside her. He couldn’t begin to guess the reason why she felt so distraught, but it couldn’t have been good if she felt the need to hole herself away.

“Can ya talk to me, precious?”

[xamassed]

｢ @meufloras​ / s.c  ｣

“Ah.  .  . Asmo is going to kill me.” It was in the midst of another fridge raid that he knocked over a precariously perched jar of cream. Unfortunately for the cream, Beelzebub’s reflexes had been on the sluggish side thanks to his hunger. The jar shattered and the cream splattered across the floor, and just as someone came through the kitchen door.

What little luck he had meant it was Kiwa and not his older brother, but he was still rather shamefaced when she found him carefully picking up pieces of glass. “Don’t come over here! I don’t want you to hurt your feet. I’ll have it cleaned up soon.”

[xamassed]

｢ meme / @meufloras​ ｣

a kiss on the lips // for Mammon <3

“Dunno what those assholes thought they were doin’!” Under his breath, the Avatar of Greed grumbled and griped. His fingers were linked tightly between Kiwa’s as he dragged her from the RAD cafeteria, the chill of autumn helping to cool the heated, angry flush in his cheeks. “Tryin’ t’sit with ya, actin’ like I ain’t even there. They’re as bad as my damn brothers!”

He ceased his insistent tugging when they rounded a corner, but his complaints persisted. Mammon teetered on the edge of a full-on rant, but it never came to be as she knew exactly what to do to silence him. A kiss to his lips never failed to stun him, his irritation melting away into pleasant shock as her plush, sugary lips molded themselves against his. Low in his chest, a faint groan rumbled. His shoulders slackened, and the hands he had firm on his hips moved to hers.

A part of him had become unreasonably jealous seeing her surrounded by so many nameless demons, but that one kiss was all the reassurance he needed.

“Y—yeah, that’s right! I’m the only one you’ll be kissin’ like that. The sooner those ass-hats learn that, the better!” He pouted after they parted, lips still tingling. Shamelessly, he leaned in and brushed another, barely-there kiss against the corner of her mouth “But, just in case, I might need another one. Or two. Actually, don’t stop kissin’ me.  .  .”

[xamassed]

｢ @meufloras​​ / mammon’s birthday 9 • 10 ｣

It was her favorite demon’s birthday, and nothing was going to stop her from making it special in her own little way. Kiwa would’ve loved to have taken him out shopping or to the casino to celebrate, but with the limited money she got from her small bar performances, that unfortunately wasn’t much of an option. So, she decided something a little more homemade and from the heart would suffice. The tall girl had snuck into Mammon’s room while his brothers had him distracted, hanging up a large, intricately painted portrait of him and his beloved Goldie. She’d been working on it for weeks in secret, desperately hoping this would be a good enough surprise. She’d just finished putting it in place when she heard the door open, leaving her to panic and dive into a small hiding spot. She wanted to see his honest reaction to the painting she’d done, not just him being polite because their resident human had made it for him... even if ‘polite’ wasn’t his style, it was still a fear in Kiwa’s mind. Oh how she hoped he’d like it..!

Finding the highly detailed, carefully painted portrait in the room did startle the birthday boy. He anticipated all manner of gifts to be left in his greedy hands, but this went well beyond what he had hoped to get.

“Lookit that.  .  .” He set aside his phone and approached the hanging portrait, head tilted slightly to the side. The scent of paint tickled his nose, but it didn’t put him off. Standing as close as he did, Mammon could see the finer details in the painting: the gilding on Goldie, the stray and fly away webbing on the feathers he dangled from his belt, the shift of blue to gold in his eyes and the toothy grin that showed off his impressive fangs.

There was hours of thoughtfulness and passion poured into this one portrait, and even someone like Mammon could appreciate it. He wasn’t much for art, but this particular piece was about him — how could he not love it?

“Whoever painted this must be obsessed with me!” He snickered and felt his cheeks and the tips of his ears grow warm with glee. “Artist-person, ya got some good taste! Look at me! Lookin’ as devilishly handsome as always. Wonder who painted it, though.  .  . Don’t these usually come with signatures?” He tapped at his chin and hummed, eyes roaming the edges of the canvas.

[xamassed]

｢ @meufloras​  ｣

Kiwa knocked on Mammon’s door, calling out a quick ‘Mams? I’m coming in!’ before pushing the door open. Normally she’d have waited for him to answer before inviting herself inside, but she found herself getting more and more embarrassed as she stood in the house’s hallway. She felt like she’d chicken out if she waited. “I uh, I got a new dress while I was out shopping with girls from class.. t-they said you might like it, but this really isn’t my style..”

Stepping into his view was Kiwa in a dress that most definitely was not her usual style. A short, shimmering gold dress, gathered down the center and perfectly showing off every curve she had. She was no stranger to showing off her chest, but even then this dress had a neckline that was a little low for her usual tastes. She gently tugged at the dresses hem to pull it down a bit more, not used to showing off this much leg either.

Her cheeks were the deepest shade of red, completely avoiding eye contact. This was so embarrassing... originally she’d been excited to find a dress Mammon might have liked, but.. her confidence was lacking in the sense he may not like it on her. The walk over to his room had really gotten her thinking about how she didn’t look very good in things like this.

Her hair that was usually untamed pink fluff, lion like in nature, was actually styled quite nicely. She’d spent a solid hour trying to get it in control... but now this was seeming like a waste of time. Gold necklace around her neck, matching earrings, she’d really tried to get all dressed up to show this off... however now she was tempted to just bolt out of the room.

“Ya did what? Wait, ya went shoppin’ without me? Awwh, c’mon, Ki——!! Ya know I love.  .  . Woah.” Before she had slipped in through the door, he had messily begun to pick through his own clothes, tossing shirts, pants, briefs and socks out of his closet and onto the floor. Now that she stood there, decked out from gorgeous head to toe in gold, he had completely forgotten what he was doing and why.

Mesmerized, he scrambled to his feet and hurried over. The bright blue in his eyes had gone away, dominated entirely by bright, shimmering gold. His gaze, wide and greedy, reflected her outfit. His fingers twitched with the urge to reach out and grab her, his gratitude so painfully overwhelming that it made his chest ache.

She wasn’t alone when it came to being flustered. His cheeks matched the red in hers, and he found it progressively harder to find the words she deserved to hear. Every thought became cotton in his head, until he became filled to the brim and his tongue grew dry.

“Why ya always gotta look so good?” That wasn’t what he meant to say, but the  words past his lips before he could stop them. “I—I mean, how do ya end up makin’ everythin’ work for ya? Look at’cha!”

He slid in closer, the backs of his knuckles grazing her cheek before those same fingers dove into her hair. Unable to restrain himself, he pressed his lips to hers, spoiling her with a deep, passionate kiss that left him breathlessly when he unwillingly pulled away.

“I don’t care what’cha wear, sweetheart, ya look drop-dead gorgeous in all of it. Yeah, it gets me goin’ when I see ya flauntin’ my color, but I like when ya wear stuff ya like too. Ya dress up for me, I’ll appreciate the hell out of it, I swear it.”

He pressed his forehead to hers, arms looped tight around her waist. But, if she paid attention to the slow decent of his hand, she would eventually feel his long fingers squeeze at her bottom. A cheeky smirk was pressed flush with her shoulder before it turned into a warm, wanting kiss that left a burning trail towards her exposed collar bone.

“How long d’ya think it’ll take for me t’get ya out of it?”