HROO! HRAAA!!

HROO! HRAAA!!

Roooo! It’s your favorite Mammon simp I’m back again!!! and all I’ve been thinking about lately is pussy drunk! Mammon 😩🥰🥰🥰

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okay this ask is kinda old I’m sooo sorry 😭 But Pussy drunk Mammon is sooo hot nonnie ugdhgs-

Pussy drunk! Mammon is always thinking about you(r pussy). Like he’ll be spacing out in the middle of class thinking about how good it feels!!!- Anything from eating you out tasting your cum on his tongue, to feeling your pretty pussy squeezing around his dick, Mammon just needz it!! and once he actually gets his hands on you, you’re both done for-

Mammon will be desperate, by the time you get home! Practically dragging you into his room as soon as he can and pushing you against the door as he sinks to his knees in front of you, mumbling “Need to taste ya…..been thinkin about it all day.” tugging your pants off on his way down, then just as quickly pulling your legs up to rest on his shoulders as his lips wrap around your clit. his warm tongue licks and laps at your clit, getting it all wet with his spit, as his index and middle fingers push as deep as they possibly can into your cunt.

And…he just doesn’t can’t stop- you don’t think he knows how to stop, it doesn’t matter how many times you cum, one, two, four times-

Mammon can’t stop even if you’re whining and telling him it’s too much- it’s almost like he can’t even hear you begging him to give you a break.

It’s just no use, really all he hears is the squelching sounds that your pussy makes and the lewd sucking sounds he’s making.

it’s just Mammon and his pretty pussy-

Afterwards tho Mammon is so sweet!!! Treating you to a nice bath and some of the best cuddles ever!!! He even lets you ‘yell’ at him for not listening- even if you both know it’ll happen again next time~

this image makes me cry

ྀི 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩, 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 ⟢

⟡ a small conversation [happy birthday darlin'!] ft. mammon x gn!mc | tagging my bby @mammonsrockstargf <3 note: i do have two mammon fics in the drafts. but have some silly. once again, happy birthday to our lovable dumbass / aff ; wc: around 1k!

"Double shot. Shaken, not stirred."

"Make it three!"

Mammon perked up at your words, turning his head to face you as he raised a brow. "You sure, pearl? The booze 'ere ain't no joke."

You tilt your head, looking up and feigning a curious expression. "Hmmm…"

In moment's notice that mask shatters. Hums turned into less-than-discreet snickers, your fingers tapping a rhythmic tune on the glazed bar top. Each word wrapped in an air of assurance, with your other hand placed atop his. "Of course, of course! I'll be fiiiiine!"

"Eh, ya said so," Mammon shrugs. "No complaining, ya hear?"

You nodded, giggling like a child who got exactly what they wanted. The bartender nodded to your words, before retreating to his station: grabbing a mixer and a whole array of liquor. Not a bottle — several.

"So you go to this place?" you ask, resting your chin atop the palm of your hand.

Mammon nods, swirling the tiny bit of vodka left from the free jello shot. "Sometimes."

"I heard this was your favourite."

"Eh?" a small blush crept up his cheeks, though he shook it off, scoffing it off. "'course. Where else do ya expect me to go?" he retorted the questioning back, downing the remaining of that shot.

"The Fall?

"A demon can enjoy other things, human."

The tips of his ears grow redder by the second, as his eyes struggle to keep it's gaze locked in yours. Your bows furrowed.

You took note of his reaction, leaning closer. "You enjoy human realm alcohol, do you?"

Mammon froze. The glass made a loud 'clink' getting slammed on the hardwood, causing to you flinch. "W-what do ya mean?" the poor demon boy stuttered, his tan skin adorned in a rosy tint.

You click your tongue, "I don't know? Maybe…"

As you tilt your head to the barrage collection of human world imported beverages. On the highest of shelves were the most expensive, high-end wines that rivaled that of the finest demonus, and going lower you see barrels of beer; ready to serve upon order's request.

"And I heard the shop was fairly new," you hummed, a sly smirk toying your lips. "And they have only recently stocked on that new edition whiskey you liked~"

"S.. shut up."

Mammon was beyond speechless. And red, how the blush got too intense to where he covers his face with the palm of his hand, murmuring curses at his emotions expense.

Ever lovedrunk for this fool, you decided to tease him further. "Mammon~"

With a chuckle you took the hand off his face, your thumb caressing the back of his wrist. "Tell you what," you cooed. "I'll promise to take you to a far better bar back at the human realm for your birthday. How about that?"

Mammon's eyes widened, as tiny sparks linger in his irises. He had to blink. "You'd do that for me, pearl?"

"Mhm," you nodded. "And it can only be you.." you drew his hand closer, up until the faintest touch of fingertips dawdle on the soft fabric of your top. You glanced back, earning him a wink, "and me."

Mammon stares at how you just oh so effortlessly placed his hand at the middle of your chest, hovering over where he could feel the slow, sensual rhythm of your beating heart.

"No way…" he whispered. He had to trail back and forth from his hand and back to your face, processing all of this. Did you? You did not just… but you did. Knowing him, your ever lovable demon can now be analogous to a tomato, turning crimson as his hands clutched against the fabric. Though, what you didn't expect was how, temporarily, he traded away his tsundere facade.

That lovable idiot, with a wide grin breaking in on his lips with each tiny laugh.

"Yes way!" you exclaimed, your grip tightening around his wrist.

He gasped in amazed disbelief. "Oh my fuckin' Diavolo." It was a rare sight to see his ever surprised smile, though its through these instances where you learn to appreciate the greedy demon ever more. Even as you had his wrist off your fingers, he still feels the gentle thuds of your heartbeat lurk through his senses. "Tell me ya ain't joking."

"I'm not," you raised both your hands in the air. "Cross my heart."

That joke had somewhat got him back his own sentience. He shook his head, averting his gaze. "Yeah yeah.. I'll hold ya to it."

"You don't trust me?" You pouted, crossing your arms, "I guess I better drop it before it's-"

"Oh c'mere ya little-"

Before you could react back, Mammon had attacked you with a deadly combination of kisses and tickles. Every laughter heard by other guests mattered not, for you just had to take it back. Don't do that, now you shall face the proper punishment for it. Your humorous pleas of "stop!" and "mammon!" were left unheard.

Payback.

Minutes pass and you're catching your breath. Mammon was the one who looked at you smugly now, proud at how he's got ya all hazy in no time. You rolled your eyes.

"Sir, here's your order," the bartender returns, serving both of your drinks. A double and triple shot unidentifiable concoction for the both of you respectively. The drinks emit a marble mix of pink and gold, swirled accompanied with the dusts of edible stars. "Galaxies in a glass" ; now the drink name made a whole lot of sense.

"Oh?" you grabbed your glass, examining the little splashes of art. The little yellow heart at the center was just the perfect addition. "They're so pretty."

"It's the best on- Hey hey-"

"I'll be fine," you dismissed, taking a sip and———

You spat it out. Nearly all of it with the way you tumble the glass with how swift you were with letting got. Sticking out your tongue as if to take off the strong alcohol taste. Think of a daiquiri, but more concentrated and in turn, more unpleasant.

You clicked your tongue, meanwhile Mammon couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

"Told ya."

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"Solomon?" You ask, eyes unblinking like a lizard as you stare at your favourite Rat Bastard. "You know how you're immortal?"

Solomon turns to you in mock shock, "Really? Why I never wouldve guessed."

You deadpan. "It was a serious question."

Solomon smirks his usual evil smirk, which to anyone else observing would look like a pleasant smile. "Yes, and what about me being immortal, MC?"

"Well, did you ever know Merlin?" You tilt your head as Solomon's smile falters for a split second before he fixes it.

"..."

"Solomon?"

"Yes, I knew Merlin."

"Before or after you became a Rat Bastard?" You ask him, eyes trained on his pretty smile. (evil grin)

"Well...I may or may not've been good friends with him..."

"Do you think I could meet him?" You ask, bouncing one of your legs after you sit down on Solomon's workbench.

Solomon moves towards you, something flashing in his eyes for a split second before his hands find their rightful place around your waist. "No."

"Why not?" You pout.

"Because I'm the only famous sorcerer in your life." He states, that something flashing in his eyes once more. Something animalistic. If Solomon was a demon, you were sure his demon form would sprout out.

"What about Maddi?" You raise an eyebrow.

Solomon scoffs. "You hate Maddi. You put on a mask with Michael's face on it, and then tried to drown her in a ditch."

You shrug. "I'm just mad the bitch didn't drown."

"She did damage her oesophagos though." Solomon smiles evilly, actually evilly this time.

"So why can't I meet Merlin. I want his autograph." You bring th conversation back to the topic at hand, your flustered gaze trained to where the Great Sorcerer holds you by the waist possessively.

Solomon scoffs once more, grey eyes narrowed in on you. "And why do you want his autograph?"

"Because he's the greatest sorcerer to ever live? Duh."

Solomon's grip tightens at that. His brows furrow.

"...No he's not." The silver-haired sorcerer replies after an awkward moment of silence.

"Yes he is."

"No he's not." Solomon glares at you, grip tightening once more, it's almost painful. "I can give you my autograph if you yearn for one that badly. End of."

"But-" You pout, eyes flickering with the flame of mischief, wanting to see how far you can take this.

Solomon's eyes snap up and down your body before meeting your gaze, forcefully he moves closer to you, you lean back until he's directly in your face and your back is up against the surface of his workbench.

You feel his hot breath on your ear as he whispers, "The next words out of your mouth better be 'I love you Solomon!' or I'm not hearing them."

Your breath hitches, you suppress a grin, "It's just that-"

"Not hearing it."

"Emrys is just so cool-"

Solomon flicks you on the head for that one. He moves away from your ear so he can look at your face. Grey eyes instinctual and crazed.

"My darling apprentice....you don't want to know where this is headed." The Witty Sorcerer grits out, emphasising the word 'my' like it's an ancient incantation.

You stiffen, you've really done it now. There was no way you could keep teasing your favourite Michelin Star Murderer and come out unscathed.

A dark purple surrounds the sorcerer, are those flames?!

You pout, looking into the crazed feral eyes man who's about to lose control. You'd have to stop being a gremlin and take responsibility.

"Sol...I love you." You say, and you mean it.

And like clockwork, rhe dark purple flamey aura disappears, Solomon's grip loosens on you, he moves a little farther back, allowing you to get up off the surface of the workbench. His usual Rat Bastard smile returns, and the crazy feral look in his eyes diminish, never fully going away.

You raise an eyebrow teasingly, "So that's a no on meeting Merlin?"

Solomon sighs exasperatedly, love ever-present in his expression, "Forget Thirteen, you'll be the death of me."

You laugh, "Back to your Alchemy lesson now?"

Solomon chuckles. "Back to my Alchemy lesson." He nods, taking his hands off of you and walking over to his cauldron.

You follow him like a lost puppy, unaware of the extent of the danger just a few moments ago. Not danger you were in, of course, like Solomon could ever hurt you. But the rest of the realms?....well that's a different story....

Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. Never wake a sleeping dragon....

Never underestimate the obsession love that Solomon the Wise has for his Darling Apprentice.

I think it’s so cute how Mammon’s into silly fantasy movies, terrified of horror, can’t keep a secret to save his life,, gets easily embarrassed, likes to act all high and mighty for no reason, is so desperately in love with the MC….