kaimon

(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.

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."

i've been getting a shit ton of those vids of girls eating different things off their man's biceps and i couldn't help but think of him ;;;

(gender neutral)

"cmon mammon, gimme some!"

"back off, ya damn mooch!"

climbing over mammon, you try to swipe his bowl of ice cream, only to be met with his hand in your face. nose smushed painfully against his palm, you let out a petulant whine as he shoves you towards the end of the bed and away from his ice cream. it was the last few scoops from the carton, and here he was, eating it in your face while refusing to give you even a lick. "you're sucha jerk!" you whine again, leg shooting out to give his thigh a quick kick, and he yelps like a hit dog before smacking your ankle in retaliation. "and yer a pain in my ass!"

glaring at him, you pounce at the bowl once more, only to end up wrapped in a headlock. chin hooked over the crease of mammon's elbow, cheeks squished between his bicep and forearm, you squirm and kick your feet as another whine escapes you. pawing at his arm in a futile attempt at escape, mammon only wraps his arm around you tighter, and you're reminded that he didn't get his title as second demon lord for no reason. a scoff tickles your temple as mammon shifts around, keeping you trapped as he fumbles with something you can't see in your current position. "ugh–throwin a tantrum over some ice cream. how old are ya, huh?" mammon grumbles to himself, and you open your mouth to retort, only for it to be quickly stuffed full with two of mammon's fingers. something cold hits your tongue, and then the sweetness of ice cream registers in your brain as it begins to melt in the warmth of your mouth.

body going slack, you hum happily around mammon's fingers as you suck them clean, finally getting a little taste of the treat you'd been begging for. mammon mocks you with his own little hum, arm around your neck loosening slightly now that you aren't trying to jump him for his bowl of ice cream anymore. "damn.. ya wanted it that bad?" he asks quietly, lips brushing the side of your head as he cranes his neck to get a look at that blissful expression on your face, "happy as a clam over a little ice cream.. ya want some more, doncha?" nodding quickly, you pull his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop and blink up at him with your best weapon–puppy dog eyes. "uhuh, pleaseeee?" mammon's reaching for the bowl before you even speak, scooping another glob of ice cream onto his fingers and placing them back into your eager mouth.

again, you waste no time sucking his fingers clean, licking between the digits to get every last drop off of his skin, while making happy little noises that are doing things to mammon's head. your warm tongue chases the chill of the ice cream away, but the shudder that shakes through him has nothing to do with the temperature. he can feel your throat bob against his forearm as you swallow down the last of the ice cream, and then you're looking up at him expectantly. he's reluctant to pull his fingers free, a long string of saliva chasing them until it breaks and drips down your chin. he realizes how badly he screwed himself over when his cock throbs against the small of your back. "..'m rubbin' off on ya, huh? turnin' into a greedy lil thing," he murmurs, and it's meant to be a bad thing, but he sounds proud as he scoops more ice cream up–using three fingers now–and stuffs your mouth full.

this hand feeding ritual continues until the bowl is scraped clean and mammon's resorted to lazily humping your back to get some relief for the ache between his legs. you're sucking the last remnants of your sweet treat from his fingers when he breaks, whining pathetically into your ear before burying his face into the crook of your neck. "yer the jerk.. ate all my ice cream, an' made me so hard," he complains, arm fully dropping from around your neck to wrap around your waist, pulling you further up into his lap so he can rut against your ass, "got the nerve to look s'cute while doin' it too, so i can't even be mad at ya..."

tugging his fingers free from your mouth, they're soaked in your drool, and he smears it across your cheek as he takes hold of your face and tilts your head to the side. staring at you with wide, pleading eyes, a whimper escapes him when he catches sight of your glossy lips. "i gave ya my treat," he murmurs softly, leaning in close as the hand around your waist slips lower and settles between your thighs, "gimme some of yers?"

(gender neutral)

curled up in mammon's bed, laying beside him in a tangle of limbs and sharing lazy kisses, the movie you two were supposed to be watching ignored not even fifteen minutes in. all it'd taken was a chance shared glance for you both to start making out. mammon's always eager to get his hands on you, and you're a more than willing participant. the movie wasn't half as appealing as having mammon's mouth on yours. thinking about it, you doubt you could find anything more enjoyable.

"whatcha thinkin' 'bout?"

mammon's soft voice brings you back to reality, blinking a few times as you stare at his confused and pouty expression. you got distracted from kissing mammon by thinking about how much you enjoy kissing him. whoops. dragging your hands up his front, you lay your palms flat against his chest and feel his heartbeat, racing a little like it always is when you two get any kind of intimate, because even after months of dating, mammon's still got a crush on you. "was thinking about kissin you," you answer, smiling at mammon's obvious embarrassment, "i really like kissing you." he scoffs loudly, nudging you onto your back as he crawls on top, leaning on his elbows and caging your head between his arms. he's still pouting, but you can see the sparkle in his eyes. your words obviously made him just as happy as they did embarrassed. "stop thinkin' about enjoyin' it and actually enjoy it, idiot! don't ignore me for the thought of me..."

"are you.. jealous of yourself?"

mammon huffs and whines before crashing his lips into yours instead of answering, muffling your chuckles with his tongue. the lazy kisses are gone now, replaced with long licks into your mouth and sweet little bites at your lips that are soothed with kisses. lifting your arms to loop them around his neck, you bury your fingers into his hair and drag your nails across his scalp before grabbing a fistful in a gentle tug, earning a low groan and his cock pressing against your abdomen. hard from just kissing? he's seriously too cute sometimes. you pull away when the burn in your lungs becomes too much, tilting your face to the side when mammon tries to chase after, his lips landing against your cheek instead, and he works with what he gets. kissing and licking his way down your cheek, across your jaw to the soft spot beneath your ear, and then lower to your throat.

he sucks and bites at the sensitive skin with no remorse, most definitely leaving a few bruises that'll be a pain in the ass to hide later, but you can't bring yourself to scold him for his misbehavior when it feels good. a few breathless sighs of pleasure escape you while you squirm under him, accidentally giving his neglected cock some friction, and whimpers into the crook of your neck as he lifts his head to catch your mouth in another kiss. "i like kissin' ya too," he mumbles against your lips, giving the bottom one a gentle suck before releasing it with a quiet pop, "no–love it. love kissin' ya.. maybe more than gamblin, even." you cant help but snort at the 'maybe', giving his hair a quick tug again as a little punishment, but he moans instead of whining, so you reach down to give him a quick spank on the ass as well.

mammon lets out a broken gasp once your palm makes contact, his body shuddering above you for a few moments before collapsing fully on top of you, and it takes another couple of minutes for you to realize what just happened. did he–

"did you just come?"

it's quiet for a minute, the only sound in the room mammon's heavy breathing and the movie still playing on the tv. you stare down at the top of mammon's head in awe, watching the last few shudders shake through him before he goes completely limp, face buried into your chest. then, his shoulders jump, and he lets out a pathetic little whimper. aww. you coo at him sweetly, lifting his head up from your chest to get a look at his flushed face, and he immediately adverts his eyes, rolling off you and hiding behind his palms. "don't look at me.." he groans, voice muffled, and you push yourself up into a kneel beside him. your gaze darts to his crotch on instinct, and you find the evidence of what just happened staining the front of his sweatpants. wow. reaching out your hand, you give his stomach a few soothing strokes. "it's okay, monnie. don't be embarrassed," you reassure him, eyes still trained on that dark stain, fingers inching closer and closer to the waistband of his pants.

"'m not embarrassed, shuddup!" he snaps, body tensing before going limp again with a long sigh, "...sorry." you smile, casually slipping your pinkie underneath his waistband while looking at the back of his hands. "it's alright. i know you're just embarrassed, but it's okay, really," you continue to reassure, slowly creeping another finger in with your pinkie, "don't worry about it, monnie. it's kinda cute." he makes a pained noise at the word 'cute', hands flying away from his face as he gets ready to snap at you again, but his words turn into a long gasp. "w–what are ya doin'?!" all five fingers had been stealthily slipped into his pants, and now you've got them curled around his softening cock, sticky with cum and still warm to the touch. you give him an innocent smile while lazily rubbing your thumb up and down the length of his cock, feeling it twitch weakly under your touch like it's trying to get away. "just wanted to feel it."

mammon whimpers, face somehow getting even more red as his eyes dart back and forth between your face and your hand wrapped around his cock. he's starting to squirm the longer you touch him, and you can feel him starting to chub up again in your hand. demon stamina was no joke. "feel it? wha–haaa, don' touch the tip, s'too much!" he moan-whines, hands scrambling down to grab hold of your wrist, but he doesn't do much else besides that. just watches and squirms, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes from being touched so soon after coming. he must be so sensitive. poor thing. you give his tip a gentle squish between your thumb and index finger, another glob of cum leaking from it.

"do you want me to stop?" you know the answer already. despite looking so pathetic right now, he's still a demon, and he could so easily toss you across the room with all that strength hiding behind his trembling body and wet eyes. but still, it's always safe to ask. mammon blinks up at you for a moment, the flutter of his lashes shaking a few tears loose, before he gives your wrist a gentle squeeze. "...no, don't stop. keep touchin' me.."

A spell that makes GNMC a vampire and mammon can’t help but give into their puppy eyes for some blood. up to uou but can be spicy 😌😌

(gender neutral)

"i told ya them witches couldn't be reasoned wit, and now look at ya!"

sat on your bed, it's hard to focus on mammon's scolding when you're so hungry. you'd really only been trying to help, thinking that if you asked real nicely, the witches mammon's indebted to would cut him a little slack. unfortunately, he didn't deserve any kind of slack, and they'd cackled in your face before chanting in a strange language you didn't recognize. the next day, you woke up with fangs in your mouth and an urge to bite the first person you saw.

a quick trip to solomon, and you'd found out the witches turned you into a vampire. a real life vampire. wow. god, you're so hungry. is this what beelzebub feels everyday?

"wha–hey, stop that! yer gonna hurt yerself!" pulled out of your thoughts by mammon shaking your shoulders roughly, you're bottom lip is throbbing with pain and there's a warm liquid dripping down your chin. you nearly chewed right through it with these new teeth, trying to satiate the unbearable hunger. blinking up at mammon, head fuzzy, it looks like he's moving in slow motion when he leans in close, inspecting your bitten lip with a concerned frown while muttering to himself. thumb carefully swiping over the small wounds, your body moves on instinct and your lips part, sinking your teeth into his thumb. his blood is so warm when it starts to pool on your tongue, and the pain in your empty stomach starts to fade so slowly, before mammon jumps away with a startled yelp. he shakes his hand violently like he's trying to shake the pain off, squinting at you with feigned anger.

"wha–ow! be careful with them new teeth, they're sharp! augh, that stings," he whines, clutching his injured thumb to his chest, but your eyes are only able to focus on the way his throat moves while he talks. his pulse point, all the blood pumping through his veins... so hungry. you reach for him without thinking, fingers curling in the front of his shirt as you tug him in closer, a low whimper building deep in your chest. "hnnn... mammon, s'hungry.. it hurts.." you slur, burying your face into his chest and listening to the way his heart races. it almost feels like watching videos of people eat while you're starving. mammon squirms for a moment, face flushed from how close you are to him, and how pathetic your voice sounds. his poor human, how can he ever deny you anything when you're in pain?

hands finding your shoulders, he gives you a comforting squeeze, grounding you in reality. you focus on the pressure of his fingertips, the smell of his cologne, the softness of his shirt against your skin. "mammon... monnie, please.. help me," you plead, and he sighs quietly before carefully climbing into bed next to you and cups the back of your head, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. he's so warm, and his pulse is jumping in his throat, just begging for your teeth to sink in. "yer not playin' fair," he mutters, twitching in your hold when your teeth scrape against his sensitive skin, "ya want me to make it all better, hm? ill make it better, baby. go on."

jaw dropping, you bite down into the crook of his neck, fangs easily breaking through his skin before you begin to suck. maybe it was a side effect of the spell, but his blood tasted so sweet on your tongue, and warmth began to spread throughout your body, making you melt into his chest as you continue to drink. you can barely hear mammon's little whimpers over the fuzz that's filled all your senses, or the way he's stroking the back of your head so gently. you keep going and going until mammon starts to tremble, reluctantly pulling away from his neck with a wet pop as you stare up at him, and stares back. lips parted around tiny pants for air, the flush on his cheeks weaker now with the missing blood, and pupils the size of a dinner plate, he stares.

"ya.. got my blood all over yer face.. fuck," he says with a small wheeze, thumb coming up to swipe through the blood smeared over your mouth, before hesitantly pressing the digit into your mouth, and you're quick to lick it clean, "all better now? doesn't hurt anymore?" you nod, mouth still occupied with trying to get every last smudge of blood off his skin, and mammon sighs in relief before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. "tha's good.. i need ta lie down," he mumbles tiredly before falling onto his side, eyelids fluttering as he stares up at you expectantly.

pain gone and hunger fulfilled, you happily crawl into his arms with a quiet yawn, curling into his chest as a wave of drowsiness washes through you. the lingering taste of his blood on your tongue makes your fangs ache, but it's easy to ignore once mammon's arms are wrapped around you, his slow breathing fanning against the top of your head, and the sound of his heartbeat back to it's normal, comforting beat.

(fem!reader)

sat down on the edge of mammon's bed, you watch him with enough nerves to kill a small animal as he closes his door and flips the lock. you weren't regretting agreeing to coming to his room, but now that you were actually here, alone with him and the knowledge of what you two were about to do, you were starting to get cold feet. insecurity makes your stomach twist, thoughts of embarrassing yourself and ruining the whole experience filling your head.

you're so lost in your mini anxiety attack that you don't notice mammon's approach until he's suddenly knelt down at your feet, warm palms rubbing over your calves as he stares up at you with a soft expression. "ya look like yer gonna puke," he says quietly, tilting his head down towards the floor as his hands move to carefully remove your shoes, "if ya changed yer mind, tell me. i won't be mad at ya, baby." chewing on your bottom lip, you pick at the skin around your nails while staring at the top of his head. you weren't nervous about mammon being mad, the thought would never cross your mind in a million years. you knew he'd respect whatever you wanted, and him reassuring you of that fact helped to calm some of the panic you were feeling. blowing out a slow breath, you reach out to smooth down some messy strands of his hair.

"it's not that.. this is my first time, and i don't want to, like, embarrass myself or something," you murmur, continuing to fidget with his hair to keep your hands busy. mammon tilts his head to look up at you, lips parted slightly as he just stares for a long moment, and you get the sudden urge to hide from him, face getting warm underneath his unwavering attention. snapping back to his senses, mammon licks his bottom lip as he slowly stands up from the floor and sits down beside you before gently pulling you into his lap. arms around your waist tight, he buries his face into the crook of your neck, breath tickling against the sensitive skin there as he presses sweet kisses over your collarbone. "you've never done anythin'? no one's ever touched ya before?"

you roll your eyes, giving his shoulder a weak smack as you tilt your head away, embarrassment warming the tips of your ears. "don't make fun of me," you huff, and mammon's quick to grab your face and turn you back towards him, your breath hitching in your throat at the intense look in his eyes. "'m not makin' fun. i just wanna hear ya say 'm gonna be yer first," he says it so softly, it's basically a whisper, before leaning in to kiss your cheek, the corner of your mouth, your temple. he'd always been so obsessive over the fact that he was your first pact, so it doesn't surprise you that that weird fascination would apply here too. leaning into his affection, you sigh contently while wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "you're gonna be my first, mammon," you confirm, and mammon whimpers like a wounded animal before pulling you into a deep kiss.

pushing you down onto your back, his mouth never leaves yours for a moment as he settles in between your legs, dress bunching up around your hips as his palms rub over your thighs. you can feel his cock pressing against your hip, already hard despite the fact you haven't done anything but kiss yet, and it makes heat bloom low in your tummy. "yer first.. yer first.. yer first," mammon mumbles against your lips, over and over again as he licks into your mouth. he's getting himself worked up with his own words, groping at your thighs desperately while humping his cock into the crease of your thigh. "'m gonna be yer first.. hnnm baby, lemme take yer clothes off."

gently tugging you up, he holds you tight against his chest while carefully unzipping your dress, a small shiver shaking through your body as the cool air of his room brushes against your skin. a few clumsy movements later, your dress is a heap on the floor and you're in your underwear in front of mammon, face warm as your arms instinctively move to cover yourself. mammon coos at you, tangling his fingers with yours as he moves your arms away, cheeks flushed as he looks down at you. "yer beautiful. absolutely perfect," he murmurs, more to himself than you as he leans in and presses a kiss against your chest, right over your racing heart. pulling you into his lap again, you can feel his cock pressing against your ass, unconsciously squirming down against it and earning a low groan in return as mammon holds onto your sides tight. "c-careful! 'm already a second away from... uhm.."

"...you're going to cum?"

mammon looks away, face flushed to his hairline as his lips part around some mumbled gibberish that was probably meant to be real words. you blink at him in surprise, eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion. you might not have experience, but you know that coming premature is totally embarrassing for guys, and this would be, like, pre-premature. "i.. i just got a lil excited about bein' yer first! that's it! 'm not.. not some loser or anythin'!" mammon practically shouts, sounding thoroughly humiliated, and then he's flipping you down onto your back so fast it makes you dizzy. hovering over you, hands planted on either side of your head, he stares down at you with a pouty glare, bottom lip trembling slightly. "'m not gonna come in my pants. it's all for you, so when i give it to ya, say 'thank you, mammon' real cute f'me, yeah?"

you nod in agreement before his words fully register in your mind, and mammon nods back at you before he starts to strip himself, tossing his clothes to the side like he's frustrated, but when he touches you again, he's soft and sweet. hiking your legs up around his hips, an embarrassing squeak escapes you when he pulls your panties to the side. he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, rubbing his fingers against your clit for a moment before slipping lower to tease at your hole. "so pretty here, too," he murmurs under his breath, giving your clit one more loving little rub before taking his cock in hand, "ya want this? can ya tell me?" looking down at his cock, thick and leaking in his palm, you swallow down your nerves. mammon wouldn't hurt you, and you know you can say stop, and he will without hesitation.

reaching out to hold onto his forearms, you nod slowly. "i want it.. want you, mammon."

he whimpers, loudly, before pushing into you all sweet and slow. "good... 'm gonna make sure ya never forget this. yer all mine, and 'm all yers after this, forever and ever."

maybe a little body worship as well.. look just saying he should be feeling up my fat tits and tummy and tilting my head so he can get his tongue in my mouth !!!!! nb or fem reader whichever you prefer for this if you get to it ^^

(fem!reader)

growing up quiet and introverted, you'd missed out on a lot of experiences. relationships, first dates and holding hands, kissing. it was all foreign to you, and having to say it out loud was so embarrassing, you just wanted the floor to open up and swallow you whole. but mammon had gotten the idea that your hesitation in taking your relationship further came from disinterest in him and not from a lack of experience. so, now here you were, face hotter than the sun as you explained the fact that he was your first.. everything.

eyes down cast, you miss the way his entire face lights up like a firework at the news, heart racing in his chest as he ran your words over in his head. he bragged about being your 'first pact' to everyone any chance he got, but being your first boyfriend? the first to take you out on a date? first kiss? oh. oh wow. he could probably lift the entire house up with one hand right now.

taking a deep breath in to get his emotions under control, he scooted closer to your side and wrapped his arm around you, tugging you in close and rubbing soothing circles over your arm . "that's totally cute.. don't be embarrassed 'bout it, them human boys aint deserving of ya anyways," he says, voice soft and comforting as he presses a sweet kiss to your temple, "now ya get the honor of havin' yer first times with the great mammon! cmon, smile!" his fingers press into the sensitive, soft flesh of your side, ticklish, and you squirm, giggling quietly as you pressed into him, seeking more comfort. "you're stupid," you mumble playfully, and he gasps dramatically, scooping you up into his arms and plopping you down in his lap, warm hands holding your face between his rough palms. "stupid?! y'know i eat disrespectful lil humans, right? ya better watch out!"

you laugh more at his threat, shoulders shaking with each giggle that escapes you, and he smiles widely despite just threatening to eat you, relieved to see that insecure, sad expression erased off your face. thumb rubbing over the corner of your mouth, he's suddenly hit with the weight of being your first. he can't mess up here, he'd never forgive himself for ruining your first kiss, and the thought of you going around with that memory of him has his stomach twisting nervously. he'd die of embarrassment, and he wants to spend–at least– another millennium with you, so he just cant drop dead yet. sucking in a deep breath through his nose, he squishes your cheeks between his hands and leans in close to bump his nose into yours. "kissin' aint too scary. well, like, there's the possibility of them biting yer tongue off–but! agh! dont think 'bout that! yer tongue's safe with me, promise!"

seeing him fumble, obviously feeling just as nervous as you, is comforting. you can feel your body slowly relaxing into his hold, reaching up to fidget with the collar of his shirt to keep your hands busy. "i trust you," you murmur softly, breath brushing against mammon's lips with how close you two are, and mammon whines in response, squishing your face until your lips pucker as a wave of cuteness aggression washes over him. it really wasn't fair! this must be the true punishment michael had in store for him, sending the sweetest little human girl to torment him with her soft words and complete trust in him. he seriously might have to eat you at this point. "good.. ya can trust me with anythin', yknow that? dont go to anyone else, just come right to me, always." you nod in agreement immediately, and mammon lets out a long sigh of relief before slowly pushing forward those scant inches between you.

gentle and sweet, that's what your first kiss is.

so simple, just lips pressed to yours, but your heart feels like it's about to beat out of your chest. you were so excited you'd forgotten to close your eyes, and when mammom peeks at you, he jumps a little, carefully pulling back as his face flushes. "h-hey! close yer eyes, yeah? cmon," gentle thumbs press against your eyelids, and you mumble a quiet apology as you let them fall closed. mammon's lips find yours again once he's sure you'll keep your eyes closed, and this time the kiss is firmer, confident. he releases your face to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you in against his chest while rubbing his palms up and down the length of his back. his teeth find your bottom lip, gently scraping over the sensitive flesh before soothing it with a sweet lick, and you poke your tongue out to return it, tongue meeting his. a little groan vibrates against your mouth, and mammon squeezes your sides tight as he tries to tug you in even closer. "ah, open yer mouth f'me, mkay? just a lil bit," he whispers, and you listen without a thought, parting your lips.

his tongue is in your mouth not a second later, dragging over every inch of space he can reach, and it feels good. the thought of it is strange, someone's tongue in your mouth, but a quiet moan builds in your throat the longer it goes on, your own tongue hesitantly pressing against his as you try your best to copy what mammon's doing. and mammon's gone, brain turned to mush the second he heard that little noise come from you. on cloud nine, he's moving purely on instinct when his hands come up to hold your jaw, applying enough pressure to get your mouth to open wider as he deepens the kiss, pushing in closer and closer until you end up on your back underneath him. he can't get enough. he's had plenty of kisses, but this is you, and you're clumsily with the way you kiss back, and your fingers are curling in his hair, and it's so perfect, he never wants it to end. hands pushing up underneath your shirt, he palms at your soft tummy, thumbs rubbing into the extra soft part underneath your bellybutton, and he wants to bite you. leave teeth marks all over the soft flesh of your tummy and trace them with his tongue. slipping up further to squeeze your tits, he wants to do the same there. pinching your nipple through the fabric of your bra, he comes back to his senses for a moment when you gasp into his mouth.

"shit–sorry, is this okay?" he asks sweetly, eyes darting around your face looking for any kind of discomfort, but all he sees is a shy little smile. "yeah, s'okay.. don't stop," you murmur to him, gently scratching over the nape of his neck, and mammon doesn't think he'd be able to pull himself away from you even if the house was collapsing on top of him. pressing back in, he catches your mouth in a sloppy kiss, spit smeared over the corners of your lips as his hands continue groping you, no longer hesitant now that he's got your permission. tugging at your bra until your tits spill out, his fingers are quick to find your sensitive nipples, pinching and tugging until you started to whine. he wanted to record all the little noises you were making right now so he could listen to them over and over on repeat, but that was something he could bring up later.

he whimpers when you tilt your head away, panting for air as more moans escaped from your swollen lips. burying his face into the crook of your neck, he mouths wetly at the skin of your throat, intending to leave more than a few marks. he wanted everyone to know he got to do this with you, that you wanted him, that you trusted him. nuzzling his nose into the space behind your ear, he nips at your earlobe playfully, smiling happily when you jump in surprise. "sooo.. rate me outta five stars," he whispers into your ear, teasing, and when you giggle he laughs with you, lifting his head to smother your cheek in kisses, "cmonnn, tell me 'm awesome..."

you swat him away, only for him to tuck his head back into the crook of your neck, wrapping you up in his arms tight. rubbing your cheek into his soft hair, you hum quietly in thought for a moment. "hmmm.... four stars."

"HAH?! FOUR?!"

Girlfailure Mammon...

Mammon yuri where she's fuking pathetic and cute and cuddling and kissing with mc in a very yurifull way...

Hmmm...

Hmmmm...

Yuri...

Pretty please 🙏

(fem!reader)

"i saw ya touchin' on beel's bicep earlier!"

looking up from your phone, you're met with mammon's familiar pout as she squints down at you. stood in front of the couch, she's got her arms crossed over her chest and one hip cocked out, the picture perfect image of an annoyed girlfriend, and you smile widely despite her sour mood. she's just too cute and so obvious. setting your phone down next to you, you straighten your posture and reach out for her, tugging her in by her belt loops until she's stood between your legs. "hm, yeah. she's benching a new weight size, and wanted me to feel how much bigger her arms have gotten. she's super proud of it," you explain softly, squeezing her hips and rubbing your thumbs over the waistband of her panties that are peeking out of her shorts.

her pout worsens, shifting on her feet as she tries to ignore your hands on her and focus on being annoyed. "pfft! sooo what? i got muscles too, y'know!" she's quick to lift her arm and flex her bicep, and you have to bite down hard on your tongue to keep from giggling. the most exercise mammon gets is when she's running from people she's stolen from, and wow, that's given her some real nice, toned legs you love to stare at when she's wearing her skimpy lil shorts around the house, but other than that, she's all soft curves. which you also love to stare at, and squeeze, and bite. "do i need to become a walkin protein shake? ya like muscle brained bimbos now?"

despite her attitude, you can hear the insecurity in her voice, see it in the way her whole body is twitching nervously, and you pull her in even closer, rubbing your face into her tummy with a happy sigh. your hands slip from her hips and around to her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze that makes her squeak, her hands flying down to hold onto your shoulders as she blinks down at you with wide eyes. "nah, i like you just the way you are," you mumble into her shirt, lazily pushing the fabric up until it's bunched around her waist, and you pepper sweet kisses against her tummy and give her naval a playful lick. you can feel it when she starts to melt into your arms, her nails gently scratching over your nape as she presses in closer, plump bottom lip trapped between her teeth. "ya promise?" she asks, voice quiet with lingering doubt, and you happily pull her down into your lap, looping your arms around her waist and burying your face into her neck.

"promise. you're the prettiest girl in the whole world to me," you murmur, biting and sucking at the sensitive crease where her shoulder and neck meet, enjoying the way it makes her squirm and she lets out those cute little whines. groping her waist, sinking your fingers into her plush curves, you lift your head up and catch her in a kiss, the taste of her strawberry lip gloss better than any fancy dessert at a high class restaurant. her soft hands are on your face now, keeping you from pulling away as she mewls against into your lips and lets you lick into her warm mouth with no resistance. hands slipping underneath her shirt, you stroke her sides before moving further up and cupping each of her tits in your hands, giving them a gentle squeeze and rubbing your thumbs over the lacy fabric of her bra.

she pulls away for air with a sad whine, a thin line of spit connecting you two together, and she stares down at you with an almost shy expression. you've been dating for months now and she once admitted she still gets butterflies in her stomach when you look at her. she's just too cute. reaching up to thumb away some of her smeared lipgloss, you smile at her and cock your head to the side. "pretty girl, so pretty and perfect," you coo teasingly, just to watch her squirm, before wrapping her up in your arms and pulling her down into the couch with you, tucking her in against your chest. legs tangling together, it's instinct now to curl around each other and press in close, the smell of her vanilla shampoo lulling you into a state of total relaxation as you nose at her hairline.

her hands find their way under your clothes now, tracing patterns and hearts over your back as she nuzzles her face into your chest, always so quick to hide when she's shown some affection, but you can feel her little smile pressed against your collarbone. "yer pretty too.. look better than the angels up in the celestial realm," she whispers, the words tickling your skin before she presses a kiss over your heart, "i.. love ya, or whatever."

you snort into her hair, returning the affection with a long kiss pressed against her forehead before resting your chin on top of her head. "uhuh, i love you, too. or whatever."

Anyways lovey 💕 I was hoping to make a little request can you please write a fic with female mc who just loves it when mammon goes down on her ? And is also kinda in body worship and voicekink so she just loves it when mammon gets vocal and voices out his feelings ?

Thank you and Have a great day 😊 take care of yourself and stay safe out there ♥️ (this is my first time making a request help I'm nervous aheusjbsvsegjqb please bless us with you scrumptious toe curling smut writing 😋🤤)

(fem!reader)

the best part of having a demon boyfriend, in your personal opinion, was getting to summon him wherever and whenever you wanted no matter where he was. especially when you were feeling needy and your hands weren't enough to satisfy the warmth between your legs. sitting up in the center of your bed, you clap your hands together in front of you and squeeze your eyes shut, smiling to yourself as you begin to repeat a familiar spell.

"hear me, denizens of darkness, you who are born of shadow and you who give birth to it," you start, voice pitching with the level of giddiness welling up in your chest, "hear me and do as I command. i call upon you to send forth one of your number. i summon the avatar of greed, mammon!"

a cloud of smoke later, mammon stands next to your bed with a pout on his face as he squints at you through his shades. "whatcha think yer doin', summonin' me like this? i was about to win some big money, so ya better be dyin' or somethin'," he grumbles at you, crossing his arms over his chest and tapping his foot against the ground impatiently as he waits for you to explain. you only smile up at him, laying back against your pillows and letting your legs spread invitingly. you drag your fingertips over your inner thigh until you reach the crease of your thigh, giggling at the way mammon's eyes immediately follow the movement. "i was gonna ask you to eat me out... but if you'd rather go back to–" you don't even get to finish before mammon's climbing into your bed, shades tossed to the side carelessly as he mouthed along your thigh down the same trail your fingers had taken.

"no no no, let me eat yer pussy, please? i dont even know what gamblin' is forreal," he mumbles against your skin, grabbing your thighs and pressing them together so his face is squished between them, blinking up at you with wide eyes and that cute pout. biting your bottom lip, you fein indifference for a moment, letting out a long sigh as you played with his hair lazily. "oh, i dunno..." mammon whines, burying his face into your clothed pussy and pressing sweet kisses against the damp fabric of your panties. the feeling of his lips pressing against your clit makes you squirm, and your need is winning over your want to tease. "please, princess? 'm sorry for complainin', ill never do it again," he begs, voice muffled as he continues showering your pussy is affectionate licks and kisses that are making your head fuzzy. you hate to lose, but jeez, you love the feeling of his mouth.

letting your hand drop down from his hair, you hook your index finger around your panties and tug them to the side, revealing your dripping pussy to his eager gaze. giving his face a gentle squeeze between your thighs, you smile down at him, and mammon's got his mouth all over you before you have to say 'go ahead'. warm tongue licking a long stripe from your hole up to your clit, he wraps his lips around the sensitive nub and gives it a sweet suck that makes your whole body jolt like you'd been electrocuted. "taste s'good, best thing i ever had–so unfair," he moans against your folds, fingers massaging into the plush fat on your thighs as his tongue moves over your clit in wild patterns, "bein' so pretty an' sweet, havin' a pussy this good–uhhn, they musta got confused and sent ya from the celestial realm."

he's babbling now, so quick to get pussy drunk, and the sound of his sweet voice is pushing you closer and closer to coming. it's almost embarrassing, but it feels too good for you to care. hips jumping up, you get a few good grinds against his face before he's holding you down with one firm hand on your tummy, a rare show of that demon strength. once you settle, his palm pushes up the length of your torso to cup one of your breasts in his palm, giving it a gentle squeeze before rubbing his thumb over your perked nipple in quick circles that make you squirm and whine. "hmm–so glad ya called me, ya can summon me whenever ya need this pretty pussy ate, princess–whenever."

you mewl loud and high, gripping his hair in your hand to keep his face smushed into your pussy, your other hand clawing at the pillow underneath your head desperately. you can't take much more, back arching upwards as you feel that heat burning hot in your lower tummy. mammon's way too good with his mouth. maybe it's because of all the talking he does. your sure he's learned your tells by now, before you get to tell him you're about to come, he's doubling his efforts–maybe tripling them–sucking on your clit like it's the sweetest kind of candy, and his free hand had slipped from your thigh down to your dripping hole, pressing two fingers in to the second knuckle. curling them upwards, it only takes him a moment to get his fingertips rubbing over that sensitive sweet, spot inside that makes your whole body jump.

"mams–monnie, you're gonna make me-" mammon shushes you sweetly, blinking up at you with dilated pupils full of awe. "i know, sweetie. jus' let it happen, mkay? show me how good of a job 'm doin," he whimpers, pressing a few messy kisses against your clit before giving it a long, firm suck, and you're gone–eyes rolling into the back of your head as you feel your entire body tremble as your orgasm rocks through you. by the time you come back to yourself, mammon's got you tucked into his arms, warm palms rubbing over your back while he peppers kisses against the top of your head. "my girl, s'pretty.. it really isnt fair, yknow?"

you snort weakly, lazily cuddling into his chest and rubbing your nose into the collar of his shirt, taking in the smell of cologne and faint sweat. "i think.. you just like me too much," you murmur quietly, feeling yourself beginning to doze off, and you can faintly hear mammon grumble in response as his arms tighten around you. "yeah, probably.. but yer still the prettiest girl ever."

(gender neutral)

mammon bursting into your room isnt anything strange. you've gotten so used to him just strolling in like it was his own room, and sometimes you'll even come home to him already there, curled up in your bed while scrolling through his phone without a care in the world.

so, getting back home from the mall after a long day of being asmo's personal bag holder, seeing mammon laid in your bed isn't anything new. what is new is him rutting against your favorite pillow with his face buried in one of your dirty shirts, the fabric muffling his whimpers and mewls of your names. you stand there stunned, hand still on the knob of your door as you watch him squirm desperately, the familiar warmth of arousal stirring in your gut. only when you hear footsteps coming down the hall do you snap back to reality, stumbling forward and slamming your door shut before any of his brothers see, fingers slipping around the lock in your rush before it finally clicks. turned toward the door, you can only hear mammon's gasp of surprise, and you feel your face heating up like you're the one that's been caught doing something embarrassing.

"uhhm.. mammon? what's uh, going on?" you ask quietly, swallowing nervously before slowly turning your head to peek at him over your shoulder, breath hitching when you realize he hasn't stopped rubbing himself against your pillow. eyes trained on you now, you can barely see the blue of his iris, the color almost completely eclipsed by how wide his pupils have dilated, and he lets out a breathless little whine when your eyes meet, his hips jerking forward roughly. your palms get sweaty under his intense gaze, slipping off the doorknob as you unconsciously press your thighs together, trying to get some relief from the heat building between your legs.

mammon's eyelashes flutter, and it brings your attention to the tears clinging to them, watching as a few of them slip down his flushed cheek before soaking into your sheets. "i ate theseee–hmmf–chocolates i got from tha' gig i did.. an' i thin' they were.. ffffuckk, tha' afro thing," he manages to pant out, hips still rocking, eyes never leaving your face. the gig was doing some housekeeping at a love hotel, and you remember mammon telling you that with his final paycheck they also threw in a box of fancy chocolates, and that 'afro thing' was an aphrodisiac. cause of course it was. why would a love hotel not have an abundance of aphrodisiac treats ready for their guests?

blowing out a long sigh through your nose, you double check the door is actually locked before making your way over to mammon, who clumsily pushes himself up onto his knees once he notices you coming closer. your eyes are immediately drawn towards the damp spot darkening the front of his sweatpants, then the matching one on your pillowcase, and your mind wanders to how long he'd been here in your bed, sniffing your dirty laundry while he humped your pillow looking for relief. the thought makes your mouth dry and stomach flip. shaking your head to try and physically clear the thoughts away, you reach out towards mammon, and he jumps into your arms so quick you both end up a heap on the floor.

face twisting into a grimace, your more than likely bruised tailbone is quickly forgotten when mammon buries his face in your neck, arms wrapped around your waist tight enough to squeeze a gasp out of you. you can feel his cock rubbing lazily against your hip while he noses over your pulse, his soft little whimpers filling your ears. "hmm, ya smell s'good... please," he murmurs against your throat, pressing sweet, clumsy kisses all over any inch of skin he can reach, and you know what he's silently asking for. sitting up, you shift around until your back is against the side of your bed, having to drag mammon along with you with how tight he clings on. once comfortably situated, you use one hand to comb your fingers through his damp hair, feeling the way he immediately melts into your side, and the other snakes it's way between your bodies towards his waistband.

fingertips brushing over the thin line of white hair trailing from his bellybutton, you can feel how warm his skin, and once you slip your hand into his sweats, it only gets warmer. gently pulling his cock free, your throat makes an audible click when you swallow at the sight. hot and heavy in your hand, his shaft is sticky with cum, tip flushed an angry red as more pre drips from it and slips over your knuckles. swiping your thumb through the trail it leaves, mammon's hips give a violent jerk, thrusting up into your fist. "oh, poor baby," you murmur quietly to yourself, and mammon gasps wetly against your neck, nails clawing at your lower back as his hips jump again.

"yeah yeah.. that's me, poor baby," he groans, voice cracking when you give his cock a few firm strokes, "yer baby, take care of me." biting down on your bottom lip, your fingers curl tighter in his hair, keeping his head tucked into the crook of your neck as your other hand picks up the pace. every upward stroke produces a wet squelch, his tip leaking pre like a broken faucet, and he's whining so loud you're getting nervous someone's going to hear. tugging his head up with your grip on his hair, you crash your mouth into his, muffling him with your tongue. you can taste the chocolate that started this entire thing, and for a second you worry the aphrodisiac might effect you too, but then mammon's got his hands on your face, thumbs rubbing over your cheek bones as he moans into your mouth, and nothing else matters.

"gonna–nghhh–gonna come, 'm gonna," words breaking off into a long mewl, mammon almost sounds like he's sobbing, and your body's moving on autopilot when you break away from the kiss and lean down to replace your hand with your mouth. sucking his tip into your mouth, you give it a few long licks before slowly taking him further, tears building in the corners of your eyes when his hips jerk up and his cockhead hits the back of your throat. "fuck! 'm sorry, m'sorry, dont stop–oh god," mammon whimpers out pathetically, legs kicking out against the floor as he tangles his fingers in your hair, gently guiding you up and down.

vision blurred, you focus on breathing through your nose, sneaking one of your hands down between your legs to try and get some relief of your own. given the way mammon's next moan is on par with a scream, you weren't that sneaky, and suddenly he's pulling you up off his cock and into a another kiss so quick the movement makes you dizzy. free hand wrapping around himself, a few rough strokes leads to mammon coming all over his stomach, dirtying his shirt as he hiccups through a mewl.

"love ya, love ya s'much!" head falling down to your shoulder, he clumsily wraps you up in his arms and showers your skin in wet kisses, repeatedly telling you how much he loves you until the words dont sound real to you anymore.