#1 mammon stan

Obey Me! Shall we date

-> mammon has nightmares after lesson 16 /fluff

-> movie night with mammon /fluff

Jujutsu Kaisen

Choso

-> choso jerks off for the first time /smut

-> alien encounter /smut

Toji

ghost!toji x fem!reader

-syn: Your ex boyfriend dies. You're being haunted by his ghost, literally. So you do the only reasonable thing, fuck him.

-cw: fingering, lots of spit, p in v sex, creampie, toji talks to reader's pussy, ass slapping, implied plus size reader

-word count: 1.9k

-a/n: not proofread, again T-T

divider created by @anitalenia

It’s been exactly two weeks. Two weeks since your ex boyfriend, Toji, died. You barely sleep. Always showing up to work with deep dark circles under your eyes and never being able to concentrate.

Sure, the death of your ex boyfriend has put you in a depression, but it’s not the only thing unsettling you right now. Weird things are happening in your home and they’re keeping you up at night. Bizarre noises coming from your closet, stuff keeps moving when you’re not looking and even… missing panties.

At first you thought it was the doing of some creep. You had even called the police. They searched the whole place, but ultimately found nothing.

Since then your theory has changed. Your friends call you crazy, but you swear it’s a ghost. In your mind that's the only logical answer.

That’s how you end up sitting in front of your closet in the middle of the night. You’re determined to catch the ghost when it’s least expecting it. Praying it’s a good spirit, you gently put your hand on the handle. Not opening yet, just waiting for some noise. For some indication it’s there.

Then you hear it. A rustling. Followed by a soft thud. Without missing a beat you swing open the door. The sight makes your heart stop.

It’s Toji. The ghost is your dead ex boyfriend. He’s sitting in your closet, an usually bashful grin on his face. One of his hands is on the waistband of his sweatpants and in the other is…a pair of your panties?!

“Miss me?”

You’re tempted to throw yourself into his arms, when your mood suddenly sours.

“You’re haunting me?! I broke up with you and you’re haunting me?!”

The tone of your voice doesn’t faze Toji. The grin stays on his face. Looks like death hasn’t changed him one bit.

“Relax, doll. Gimme another chance, will ya? I’m a changed man.”

The man died, came back to haunt you and still has the audacity to ask you for another chance. You’re fuming, “Asshole! Get out of my apartment!”

Toji chuckles. If he wasn’t already dead you’d kill that man now.

“I’m kinda bound to this place, baby. Guess you gotta learn to live with this asshole.”

“Guess I gotta move out.” You can’t afford anything other than this shitty place, but you like setting Toji off. He deserves it and the distressed expression on his face is giving you a sick satisfaction.

Toji gives you a hard glare, “You wouldn’t.”

“Yes, I would. Another poor soul will have to deal with your annoying ass,” you argue as your lips turn into a smile.

Clearly having gotten a rise out of him, Toji rises from his place on the floor and approaches you. He’s towering over you, looking you up and down. Suddenly his dumb signature smirk reappears. You're reminded of his inability to take anything seriously.

The man grabs your chin making you look up at him. You can feel his warm breath on your skin.

“Guess I’ll just have to fuck the next woman that moves in.” His lips graze yours as he speaks, “Isn’t that right, baby?”

Oh. Toji knows just which buttons he has to push with you. There’s no way you’d let some random ass person fuck your ex boyfriend. Yes, you broke up with him. Yes, you told him to get lost and that you’d move somewhere else just to get away from him. But secretly you are touched by his actions.

Of all places he could go to, he chose to haunt you. Nobody else. You.

Great, he has wrapped you around his finger again. And of course Toji knows. He knows he has won when you roughly pull him closer by his shirt.

“Nobody touches you but me, asshole.”

The bastard loves it when you get all jealous over him. He smacks your ass, “That’s what I wanna hear.”

Before you can protest he pulls you into a kiss. The kiss is messy. Teeth clashing. Drool trickling down your chins. Toji really isn’t holding back. After all you guys have to make up for all the lost time.

“Missed this…missed you. Tell me you missed me, doll.”

He kisses your pulse point before moving down to your chest, leaving several bite marks on your tits. Patiently, Toji waits for your reply. You keep quiet though - well except for those small moans leaving your lips.

“C’mon, doll. You’re hurting my feelings here.” He smirks devilishly. The scar on his lips making him look even more dangerous, “Or do you need a reminder?”

Your tits spill out as your thin tanktop is pulled down. The cold air makes your nipples harden. Almost immediately there’s a wet mouth on your right boob - sucking on your nipple while Toji’s rough fingers play with the other one.

“Nobody missed your broke ass.”

That seems to tick off Toji as he roughly pulls down your shorts along with your panties. You feel a hard smack coming down on your ass, making you yelp. His hand wanders down between your thighs.

“Seems like your little pussy missed me,” your ex boyfriend groans, feeling your wet folds. Toji is almost glad he died. You never let him do this when he was still alive and well.

He glides two fingers between your pussy lips, lathering them in your juice before bringing them up to his mouth and sucking on them.

The sight turns you on even more and the groan vibrating off his chest doesn’t make it any better.

“Still taste so fucking good,” the words are muffled by the fingers in Toji’s mouth, but he’s sure you understood him - judging by the way you’re rubbing your thick thighs together.

“Want a taste?” Without waiting for your answer, Toji grabs your chin making you look up at him. Almost reflexively you open your mouth knowing what to expect, letting him spit into your mouth like he owns you. It’s nasty, really - all your juices and spit mixing together in your mouth, but Toji isn’t deterred. Before you can swallow, his mouth is on yours, tongue pushing in. The mix of liquids trickles down your chin and onto your tits.

Toji’s hands cup your boobs, spreading the sticky fluids across them.

“You’re disgusting, Toji,” you breathe into his mouth.

He breaks the kiss admiring his work, “Just the way you love it.”

Giving your tits one last squeeze he opens his mouth again, “Get on the bed. I wanna finger you.” So direct and bossy. A quality you simultaneously love and hate about Toji. You still obey him though. Discarding your shorts and panties you lay down on your bed.

Toji follows suit. You feel the mattress dip under his weight. He settles between your spread thighs and you don’t miss the big bulge in his sweat pants.

“Can’t see anything,” he sinks his fingers into the fat of your thighs and spreads them even more.

Chuckling darkly, he comes closer to your clenching pussy, “She’s greeting me.”

Only a few inches away he talks to your pussy directly, “Missed me, yeah? At least one of you tells the fucking truth.”

Your cheeks heat up, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Your ex looks up at you, raising an eyebrow, “You keep talking like that, but you haven’t stopped me yet. In fact all I hear is-,” he pushes a finger into you, “-you fucking moaning.” And you prove him right. You let out a moan so loud you’re sure the neighbours can hear you. Toji feels his cock twitch at that. He adds another finger. Plunging them in and out of your hole. Squelches of your pussy echo through the room.

“Pussy so wet, she’s drenching the sheets already,” Toji breathes.

You groan. This man can never keep his mouth shut. “Shu-ah shut the fuck up and do your- hmm…job.”

“Just saying. Not judging,” the man laughs. He’s not offended. The opposite actually. He loves when you talk to him like that.

“Do me a favour and rub your pussy, yeah?”

One of his hands is still on your thigh, keeping you spread apart. With a roll of your eyes you do just what he says. You rub your clit while Toji adds another finger.

You’re grinding against his hand, practically fucking yourself on his fingers. You just can’t hold back anymore. Fuck Toji. And fuck all restraints.

“Toji- ah… please- please make me cum”

Sounds like music in Toji’s ears, “Finally dropped the act, huh? That desperate to cum?”

You frantically nod, “Ngh… please… need you”

He curls his digits caressing your G-spot just right, “Be good and come for me.”

With a cry of Toji’s name you cum. You’re riding his fingers, almost trapping them inside your pussy with the way you’re clenching around him. He lets you ride out your orgasm before removing his fingers.

You lay on the mattress trying to catch your breath when you feel your body get flipped. Your face is pressed into your pillow as Toji positions you on all fours with your ass up in the air.

“Don’t worry, doll. You don’t have to do a thing. Just feel good, yeah?” he whispers into your ear prompting you to nod at him. Toji knows you’re too fucked out to do anything else anyway. He removes the shirt that’s sticking to his skin and pulls down his sweat pants and boxers, just enough to free his cock. One hand on your ass and the other on his dick, he glides between your pussy lips - just collecting your slick and nudging against your sensitive clit at first.

“You ready?” He waits for your answer. When you give him a little hum he doesn’t waste another second and pushes into your entrance. Toji groans, pushing in deeper. Slowly. Controlled. He doesn’t wanna overwhelm you.

But when your broken moans reach his ears he knows he doesn’t have to hold back anymore. Two hands gripping your love handles for support he pistons his hips into yours - hypnotised by the way your ass ripples and your thighs jiggle with every single thrust.

Your moans turn into sobs. The pillow under your head is drenched in tears and drool. You still manage to move your hips, fucking back into him.

“Hah there’s my *thrust* girl.”

It’s been so long. So long since Toji had the privilege to be in your pussy. And he doesn’t think he can last long. Not with the way your walls are gripping his cock.

Reluctantly he pulls out. You’re confused. That is, until your body is flipped over again. He manhandles you. Moves you like you weigh nothing. Thighs being pressed against your chest you feel utterly exposed. However you can’t think about that when the air is pushed from your lungs by a harsh thrust into your pussy.

Toji feels his orgasm approaching again, but there’s just no way he’s cumming without you. His hand sneaks between your bodies, finding your clit. He rubs the nub with just enough pressure. The callouses on his fingers adding more friction.

Before you know it, your body shudders. Clamping down on Toji’s cock, you cum. Which in turn makes him cum. Your hole clenches and unclenches on him so deliciciously, he can’t help but shoot sticky ropes of cum into you.

You’re both panting, but Toji doesn’t pull out yet. He collapses onto you.

-alien!choso x loser!reader

mdni 18+

-syn: Choso is an intergalactic species researcher from another planet. He comes to earth (or your room) to research human relationships. You're supposed to help him.

-cw: afab!reader, reader and Choso are virgins, reader is kinda awkward, oral sex (m! and f! receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex

word count: ca. 3k

a/n: not proofread, also tumblr kept deleting some paragraphs so it took a bit longer T-T

both dividers created by @uzmacchiato

An odd white light shines through your window. Not like the street lantern that's located right across the street and bothers you at night when you're trying to sleep. No, this light is brighter. So bright it's making your eyes hurt.

Admittedly your eyes had already started hurting two hours ago. Five hours into your reading session, but honestly who could resist reading a few self insert fanfictions after watching the newest Avatar movie. Except it wasn’t only a few and it was now three in the morning.

You look up from your phone and out of the window to make out the source of the rude interruption. All you see is… nothing out of the ordinary. Even the light is gone.

Maybe you’re starting to hallucinate which is not really surprising since this is the third night in a row you’re pulling an all-nighter. You should really go to sleep. There’s only so many times you can skip classes by pretending you’re sick. All because you’re spending the nights reading about fucking some aliens. Yeah, you definitely need to set some new priorities if you don’t want to fail your classes.

You set your phone down next to you and close your eyes.

Turns out sleeping really is hard when you keep hallucinating something knocking on your window. You don’t mind though. It’ll probably go away once you’re asleep, right? Right?? This was starting to get scary….

You pull the blanket higher over your face and squeeze your eyes shut. The knocking disappears, granting you a nice moment of peace.

Suddenly you feel the blanket get yanked away as you let out a blood curling scream, followed by a strong hand covering your mouth. The unexpected cold air makes you shiver. That and the fact that some stranger just broke into your room and is yanking you out of your bed.

You can’t see him. His chest is touching your back and his hand is still making sure you stay quiet.

“Please don’t kill me…” you hope the intruder hears your muffled pleas.

“Wha- no! I wasn’t planning on killing you! Now be quiet or i might start thinking about it…” there was a slight tremble to his voice.

You nod and he slowly lets you go. You turn around to take a look at the stranger. It’s too dark to really see much, but you can tell he’s tall and… are those pigtails? You’re seriously being robbed by a man who wears pigtails? You’re compelled to laugh, but quickly remember the situation you’re in.

“What do you want? I don’t have much money. I don’t even have a job. It’s hard getting by already… i… two doors down. Her parents have loads of money. I won’t even tell anybody I saw you… as long as you just take some of her stuff an-”

“What the hell are you talking about?” the man sounds confused. “Turn the lights on. I can’t see anything”

“Oh yes of course.”

You hurry to switch the lights on and turn back around to the stranger- AND OH MY GOD HE’S ETHEREAL. Oh and also blue?!

“Is this a prank again?” you scoff. ”Pranking the campus loser by painting your skin blue? Seriously?”

The man looks even more confused, “What’s wrong with my skin?”

Choso had spent hours perfecting his human appearance to not stick out too much when he was chosen for this mission. Yes, he had never paid attention in intergalactic species class, so he barely knew anything about humans. But could anyone blame him? Humans are the most boring race in the entire universe. So primitive and so… weird. It’s his own fault though, why he was sent here. He is really bad at this researcher job. He’s never even really trying. The only reason he got on the researcher team was his uncle Sukuna, one of the best researchers of all time. No wonder Choso was sent to the earth, doing everybody’s least favourite job. He wasn’t going to fuck this job up solely because apparently he looks a bit odd.

“You’re blue," you answer.

“Yes I’m blue. Deal with it," the stranger starts to look more annoyed than confused.

It’s your turn to be confused, "If you’re not gonna rob me why are you here?”

You look the man up and down again. The color looks so real. What kind of makeup is he using? Or maybe it’s tattooed?

“I need help with something... Do you like aliens?”

Your eyes widen and you feel your cheeks heat up. There’s no way he knows what you’ve been reading.

Opening your mouth to deny his claims, he already speaks again seeming kind of desperate, "I just really need someone's help and...I could even help you with... whatever really. It's not like you'd ever get the chance to talk to someone from another galaxy again. Don't just throw this chance away."

Your brain short circuits. Is this possible? The blue stranger in your room is not just a weirdo, but a whole alien?!

You hesitate. After all, it could be really good makeup. You really shouldn’t be so gullible.

The maybe-alien frowns in frutstraion.

“You don’t believe me?” He grabs your wrist and pulls your protesting form to the window. “Look," he points to the blinding UFO hovering just outside your window and lets it disappear with a press of a button on the device in his hands before sliding it back into his pocket.

You’re speechless. So he really is telling the truth. You really have a hot blue alien standing in your room right now.

This is quite literally your biggest fantasy come true.

You feel the corners of your mouth move into a smile, “What can I help you with?”

“Well I was sent here for research. I’m supposed to find out more about human social interaction and relationships... I’m Choso by the way”

What you don’t know is Choso wasn’t supposed to let anyone know about his real identity, but he needs to get this job done as soon as possible so he can leave this place. And is there a better method than asking a human directly? This really is his best plan yet. All he has to do now is make sure Sukuna doesn't find out about this or he's basically dead.

What Choso doesn’t know though is you’re a total fucking loser with zero friends and no boyfriend. You’ve never even gone on a date and the last real friend you had was in fifth grade. The most social interaction you get is at family gatherings where you hide away in your childhood bedroom. There’s no way you’re gonna tell him that though and miss the only chance to hang out with a hot alien, so you just respond with your own name.

The alien nods and looks at you expectedly. "So tell me about human relationships.”

“Yes, but what exactly do you wanna know? It’s a broad subject you know…very broad actually.”

Choso looks at you with a dead pan expression, “Just everything.”

Is he being for real? What kind of researcher is this guy?

“Like what kind of relationships do you guys have on your planet?” you ask trying to help him.

Choso hesitates. Sure he already broke rule number one by revealing he’s from another planet and carelessly showed you his UFO, but giving you information about his planet does seem kind of concerning.

It becomes obvious Choso doesn’t wanna answer the question. To not make the silence turn awkward you speak, “Like there’s family, friends, romantic relationships-”

“What do you mean by that?” the alien seems confused.

“Romantic relationships? You don’t know what that is?”

Choso nods.

“It’s like when two… well sometimes more- whatever... humans are attracted to each other and become a couple… and do couple stuff i guess…” you ramble noticing the alien's brows furrow in confusion.

Just how much did Choso miss in intergalactic species class?

“What’s couples stuff?”

He definitely did break into the wrong person’s room for this type of research.

You think hard not knowing how to answer, “You know like kiss, go on dates, have sex”

Choso understands now, “Oh so you mean like mating?”

You shake your head and feel your cheeks become warmer, “Not really. It’s not always about having children. Some just do it… It’s really hard to explain.”

Choso doesn’t understand anymore, “Well if it’s hard to explain can you just show me?”

Your jaw drops. Is this gorgeous intergalactic being seriously asking to have sex with you? After years of not even being acknowledged by human men you’re really going to lose your virginity to a blue alien. You’re internally screaming, “You wanna have sex with me?”

“Yes, sex without mating.”

It’s not like Choso isn’t attracted to you. Quite the opposite actually. There is definitely something wrong with him. Being attracted to someone who’s another species is weird enough, but being attracted to a human is actually insane. He prays nobody is ever gonna find out about this or he’d be bullied by his colleagues forever.

“Uhm okay… then let’s start i guess.” You hope he doesn't sense your awkwardness.

You take two steps forward so that you’re closer to Choso but not quite touching him. Of course he’s just standing there. After all, he doesn't know what he’s supposed to do. That means you need to guide him. Not that you have any more experience than he does, but he doesn’t need to know that.

You put both of your hands on the alien’s cheeks and pull him down to you. His warm breath is hovering over your lips.

This is really happening. You can't help but tremble.

As you guide Choso’s face into a gentle kiss his breath hitches. It almost seems like he’s nervous too.

The kiss is soft and clumsy. To anyone else it would be obvious it’s both of your guys’ first kiss. Choso’s plump lips stay relaxed but unmoving. You part.

“Just do what I do. You can touch me too… I don’t mind.” Everything comes out in more of a stutter, but Choso doesn't seem phased by that.

Choso nods. His cheeks have turned a pretty purple shade. He can’t believe he’s enjoying this, but he’s definitely not gonna say no to your offer. This is a once in a lifetime chance.

His hands almost automatically wander to your shoulders and he pulls you closer again putting his lips on yours. This time he’s mimicking the way you are moving your mouth. It’s almost like his body is on auto pilot. His hands are feeling up your arms, just curious about how you feel.

And suddenly he feels it. He needs to feel all of you. And now he kind of understands what you were saying earlier about having sex without the intent of having children. Because right now the last thing on his mind is producing offspring. All he can think about is you. Just because you’re touching him.

You can feel his hands move to your chest. Your mind is racing. This is insane. Your fantasies are really being fulfilled by an alien right now.

“So soft…”, Choso’s hands are carefully kneading your boobs. You moan as the fabric of your shirt rubs against your hardened nipples.

“Maybe we should take off our clothes…”, you mumble just loud enough for the alien to hear.

He respsonds almost too fast. It’s getting obvious how desperate he is, but he doesn’t even care anymore as he takes off his shirt and quickly moves on to his pants.

You’re still standing there fully clothed. Your eyes practically glued to his body. Somehow, he has the most perfect body you’ve ever seen and he isn’t even human. It’s unfair, really. The way his muscles move when he’s taking off his underwear is hypnotizing and his dick… he really is perfect everywhere.

Choso notices your stare, “What’s wrong?”

Being taken out of your stupor you quickly mutter a “nothing” and take off your clothes too.

You’re definitely aware of the way Choso is staring at your body too and you wonder if he feels attraction in the same way you do.

Suddenly you feel two hands on you again. One hand on your upper arm holding you in place while the other one rubs up and down your torso.

You put your hands on his hard pecs in return. This must be a dream.

You’re almost drooling when out of nowhere you feel something wet on your face.

Is Choso really licking your cheek? You hold back a laugh and kiss him instead.

This time the kiss is rougher. It’s all teeth and tongue. All hesitation is thrown out the window.

“I’m gonna try something," you pant, already grabbing Choso’s hard cock.

He whimpers as you start squeezing him a little and you can already feel his precum wetting your hand.

You push Choso onto your bed and settle between his parted legs. Kneeling on the mattress, you lower your head so it’s almost touching the alien’s erection. You carefully kiss the tip tasting some of his precum.

It tastes better than you expected.

Feeling bold, you part your lips and move down on his length. You’re able to take half of him into your mouth without gagging, so you decide to jerk off the rest with your hand.

Choso is already a moaning mess under you so must be doing something right.

When you look up at him you see the alien staring at the ceiling with tears in his eyes. No doubt, he’s enjoying this too.

You take Choso’s cock out of your mouth, giving it a last lick from base to tip. There’s drool all over your chin as you crawl up to him, “...my jaw hurts.”

Choso looks at you catching his breath. Suddenly you're flipped on your back.

“My turn.” Choso moves his head between your legs. His hands are digging into the fat of your thighs as he’s holding them apart. He doesn’t really know what to do, so he just starts licking.

You can feel his tongue everywhere. On your clit, on your folds, on your hole, even your thighs. And it feels so good. Choso’s tongue dances around your pussy before entering, trying to taste even more of you.

Your fingers wander down to your clit to help you cum, but Choso catches on quickly and pushes them away, replacing them with his own. He rubs your bud with his thumb, applying a bit too much pressure.

“Too rough..." you breathe.

Choso looks up at you, an apologetic expression on his face, “Sorry”.

He adjusts the pressure, searching your face for approval. Only when you start moaning and thrashing under him does he continue licking and rubbing without any worries.

You feel your orgasm approaching as Choso starts sucking on your clit and you feel his fingers prod at your entrance. One of his fingers slowly sinks into your hole and you can’t hold back anymore. Your pussy flutters around Choso’s middle finger and he looks up at you, mesmerized by your face and the way your body’s grinding into his mouth.

The noises you make sound like heaven in his ears and he thinks he understands this whole couple thing. Being together for more than just mating and doing other couple stuff. He smiles.

“You’re a natural," you chuckle as you come down from your high. "Come here.”

Almost immediately Choso is sitting beside you, looking at you expectedly. You swing one of your legs over his lap so your pussy is hovering right above his still hard cock. You sink down on him, hearing him his right into your ear. More and more, until you’ve taken all of his cock.

Not being able to hold back your moans, you try to adjust to the size of him.

“Hm feels so good…” Choso whimpers as he shallowly thrusts up into you, trying to get some more friction.

Shallow thrusts turn into even deeper ones until he’s basically just fucking up into you while you’re holding onto his shoulders.

Choso buries his head into your bouncing tits, muffling his own moans and pleas. You feel a mix of his drool and your own pussy juice drip onto the valley between your boobs before he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking hard.

As if that's not enough Choso sneaks his hand between you two and toys with your clit.

"Ngh! Too much-"

Choso looks at you, concern in his eyes. He slowly removes his thumb and slows his thrusts.

"Wait no- I didn't mean it! Don't stop please...." you whine.

The alien smirks. He doesn't need to be told twice. With almost inhuman speed he picks up his thrusts. Now even harder than before.

One hand on your clit and the other on your ass, squeezing at the flesh while simultaneously holding you in place.

You can't hold back anymore.

With a cry of the alien's name you cum. Your walls flutter around Choso's cock, squeezing him just right and he is suddenly overwhelmed with a sensation he's never experienced before.

Oh he's definitely coming back to earth. Often.

His head is spinning as he's holding onto you for dear life.

Before you know it he's shooting ropes of cum into your pussy. Pushing it back into you with every shallow movement of his hips.

You can already feel it dripping out of your hole and onto him as he slows down.

Laying on his chest you can feel Choso's breathing slow down again. His arms are wrapped around you in a tight hug. You've got so many questions, but you're too tired to speak. You close your eyes when you hear Choso's voice, "So we're a couple now?"

Suddenly not feeling so tired anymore, your eyes shoot open. The corner of your lips move into a smile so big your cheeks start hurting. This day really couldn't get any better.

mdni 18+

-choso x gn!reader

syn: choso jorks it for the first time

cw: choso is a bit of a perv, masturbation, reader wears a skirt in choso's fantasy, choso feels guilty

word count: 1.5k

a/n: first time writing smut. hope you like it! ^_^

Choso is lying in his bed wide awake. No matter how hard he tries to fall asleep he just can't.

This has been going on for the past few weeks. His mind is always occupied by something else. Or rather someone else.

You two are friends. He knows it’s normal to have people he cares about on his mind. He thinks about his brothers a lot when they’re not around... but not to the extent he thinks about you. And certainly not the same way he thinks about you.

While his thoughts were pretty innocent at the beginning, ranging from stuff like wondering if you already ate to imagining full on conversations with you, they had turned less and less innocent over time.

It all started when Yuji had made a joke about Choso having a crush on you. Clearly Yuji had only meant to tease his brother, but that joke had Choso thinking for a long time when he sat alone in his bedroom that night. He did find you attractive and he got flustered a lot in your presence, but he had never actually thought about what he felt for you beyond friendship. Were you not just a friend to him? Or was there something else that had creeped up subconsciously? Did he actually have a crush on you and just never noticed it?

The half curse was new to living life as a human, so he had never experienced those kinds of feelings before. Was this what it felt like?

He had seen it in movies, had heard people talk about it, but he had never even considered that he could feel this way too. 

He knew people who were in love kissed each other, so he tried that. In his imagination of course.

Choso imagined what it would be like to kiss you, have your lips on his. He imagined them to be soft and gentle. He imagined you would take the lead since this would be his first kiss. You would maybe put your soft hands on his hard chest… or maybe around his neck and play with his hair too.

Choso let his thoughts wander a bit more. Did he like the thought of kissing you? Yes. He loved the thought. He could not get it out of his mind. Oh, he was sure now. Choso definitely had a crush on you. 

Ever since that day Choso’s eyes would practically be glued to your lips whenever you talked. He hoped you wouldn’t notice him staring and think of him as a creep, but his fantasy of kissing you would not stop plaguing his mind. 

Over time though, his gaze would occasionally wander a little more south. Sometimes resting on your chest when you were wearing a low cut shirt. Sometimes glancing at your stomach when you raised your arms and a sliver of skin would show. Sometimes his gaze would settle on your thighs when you were sitting down and they would do the thing where they seemed to get bigger.

While he still thought about kissing you a lot, his thoughts would become dirtier with each passing day. 

That’s how he ended up in this position. Middle of the night. Eyes closed, but wide awake as he thinks about you and how beautiful you had looked today. 

Today had been by far the hottest day of summer, so you had decided to get some ice cream with Choso.

Oh, how much he loves summer. Long days. Great weather. You in skimpy outfits.

Choso tries to remember the scene with as many details as possible. Which turns out to be a relatively easy task since it's practically burned into his brain.  

You offered Choso to try your ice cream. You had chosen pistachio. He hated pistachio. Of course that didn’t stop him from taking a lick from your cone.

He was careful to taste the part you had already licked. The thought of sharing an indirect kiss with you excited him.

His pale cheeks took on a deep red color which he blamed on the hot weather. The pistachio flavor would’ve usually made him gag, but the mere thought of also having tasted your saliva made him want to have another lick. 

Choso feels his pajama pants tighten. This happens a lot when he thinks about you. Usually when this happens he just tries to ignore it and waits for it to go away on its own. But something about today is different.

An urge to do something about his little problem comes up. He lets his hand wander to the front of his pants, right where he has that aching feeling.

Choso doesn’t even really know what he’s doing. His hand seems to be moving on instinct.

He is surprised at how good this feels and even more surprised at the small gasping sound that leaves his mouth. Had he known this would feel so good he would’ve definitely done this earlier.

His thoughts go back to you. The way you had licked the ice cream replaying in his mind and his hand automatically applies more pressure.  He imagines what it would feel like to have your warm tongue leave wet trails on his white skin. A small moan escapes Choso’s throat.

Choso feels dirty for thinking about you in a situation like this, but he can’t seem to stop his brain, nor does he want to. 

He looks down at the tent in his pants. What would you think if you saw him right now? Would you scold him?

No. You'd never do that. You’re always so sweet and helpful. Maybe you’d help him relieve his urges?

Right now Choso wants nothing more than to have you straddle his hips and grind down on his cock. He imagines how your pretty skirt would ride up giving him access to your butt. He would put his big hands on your ass and squeeze hard enough to have the fat spill out between his fingers.

Choso lets out a small whimper. His hand is not enough. It just doesn’t really feel like you. 

Choso’s pigtails whip around as he turns his head from left to right scanning his room for something.

Something that’ll feel more like you.

His gaze settles on a pillow. His hand reaches for it and places it on his clothed dick. He aggressively rubs the pillow up and down his cock just like he imagines you would move on top of him.

Choso feels so desperate. It still doesn’t feel like you, but it’s better than his hand. 

His hips start to thrust upwards as he moves the pillow. There’s no rhythm in his movements at all. Everything is so messy.

Choso feels his abdomen become sticky. Whimpers and moans leave his lips and he isn’t even trying to hide them anymore. He doesn’t care about being loud. He only cares about chasing his release.

His left hand yanks down his pants along with his boxers. The cold air makes his leaking cock twitch. 

His right hand grabs the pillow tightly as he turns around trapping the pillow underneath him.

Choso thinks he must look like some kind of wild animal right now, desperately humping a pillow. He feels sweaty and dirty, but somehow that turns him on even more.

It’s pathetic really. But Choso has never felt this kind of pleasure in his life before.

His breath becomes more laboured and his thrusts turn even more erratic.

Choso is close to his climax. He knows it. He doesn’t want it to end, but he can’t stop the movement of his hips. It’s like he’s lost control of his own body.

His hips stutter and the muscles in his abdomen tense. A loud groan escapes Choso’s throat as thick spurts of cum hit the fabric of the pillow.

Slowly his breath starts to even out and he leans back kneeling on the bed looking at the now dirty pillow.

As Choso looks at the white fluid he is hit with an odd fascination. His long fingers reach out to feel the texture. It’s thick and slimy.

He sighs. This would be a pain to clean up.

Once again choso’s thoughts drift back to you. Realization of what he’s done sinks in and Choso feels a wave of guilt flood his mind.

-mammon x gn!reader

cw: just sweet

synopsis: mammon invited you over for a movie marathon

a/n: hope you like it! i feel like i should make a part two of this. i'm open to suggestions, requests for other one-shots and constructive criticism. don't hesitate to reach out ^_^

word count: about 900

Mammon doesn't remember the last time his room had looked this clean. He had spent the whole afternoon picking up clothes from the floor, sorting stuff, cleaning the floor and doing stuff he had never done before. Absurd stuff like wiping the back of his bed's headboard. He knows nobody cares about the back of his headboard, but somehow he has the urge to have everything in perfect condition. After all you are coming over. Maybe he was doing too much, but he wants to impress you. Yesterday Mammon found out you had never seen a single Harrison Porter movie in your life, so of course, being the fan he was, he invited you over to a Harrison Porter movie marathon. He was excited to say the least. It's not like you had never been to his room before, but this felt more like a date than a casual movie night.

Wait- did you think of this as a date too? Or was this really just a movie night between friends for you? Of course Mammon didn't actually call it a date when he had invited you over. If he remembers correctly he said something along the lines of, "Of course a mere human wouldn't know about  stuff like that. Let the great Mammon show ya some good stuff". You had rolled your eyes at that, but you had agreed. 

Mammon takes a last look around his room and suddenly feels a nervous feeling taking over. What if you actually did see this as a normal hangout between friends and thought the cleanliness of his room was suspicious... Mammon usually never cleans his room to this extent and you know that. He opens his laundry basket and throws a singular dirty sock in the middle of the room. There, casual atmosphere restored. Now that this problem is taken care of, all he has to do is wait for you. 

There's an anxious tingle in Mammon's chest when he hears a soft knock on his bedroom door. "Come in!", he shouts and wipes his sweaty hands on his jeans. As he hears your feet shuffle along the floor he turns around to face you and immediately regrets it. You're already wearing your pajamas which consist of only a tanktop and some shorts. The demon blushes and turns around again hoping you haven't noticed the red color that is now tinting his cheeks. “I brought some snacks”, you smile and sit down on the couch right next to Mammon. “Yeah, yeah… put ‘em on the table”, the demon tries to appear as nonchalant as possible, which seems to be impossible with you so close to him. Your legs aren’t even touching, but he can still feel the heat coming from your thigh next to his and he has to resist the urge to reach out and feel some more of your body heat. He decides to start the movie instead. 

A few minutes into the movie you try to get more comfortable on the couch and shift around. You end up half laying half sitting leaning on Mammon’s shoulder. What you don’t seem to notice is his breathing becoming slightly uneven while he tries to hide the fact that he is getting excited. “Damn clingy human”, is all he mutters as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you into him even more.