Who Do Yall Think Mammon Would Choose If He Had To ? Mc Or His Car?

who do y’all think mammon would choose if he had to ? mc or his car?

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ MAMMON x f! reader MC

syn: one orgasm is never enough for mammon, he’s greedy for it. well, he’s the avatar of greed after all. he lives up to the name of course, proudly so.

── cw: nsfw (mdni), smut, unprotected sex, creampie, implied multiple orgasms (f & m), overstimulation, pet names (sweetheart, treasure, darling), not proofread.

“ma—ah fuck..! m-mammon, can’t—ngh!” “aah shit..! just one more f’me, my sweetheart.” mammon let out a heated gasp, his rosy lips parted before burying his face in the junction of your neck—soft breaths ghosting over the sensitive skin of your sweaty neck. your vision was met with his snowy strands that your fingers dug into, occasionally tugging at the roots, earning groans from mammon as he ploughs into your cunt.

‘just one more’ you knew that was nothing but a blatant lie, especially coming from the greediest demon himself—it was never just one more when it came to sex, sometimes mammon would go to the extent where both of you were as overstimulated as you could get; silent screams as pleasure took over your bodies, the coil deep in your stomach snapping oh so deliciously that it’s almost painful, and his balls emptying the last bit of load he has after all the rounds.

your head spun, the corners of your teary vision slowly filled with dark spots that disappeared as quickly as they formed. you’ve already came twice around his cock, and you’ve lost count of how many times mammon brought you to your orgasm with his tongue and fingers, so your body was already sensitive to any kind of touch. you could feel your legs trembling as mammon pushed and pulled his hard cock over and over again, the way your walls clamped around his shaft, allowing you to feel every ridge of it.

it was sticky, damp, and stuffy. the mixture of your’s and his cum dripped out of your sopping cunt and down to the mattress, creating loud, wet noises that bounced around the walls of his room. mammon’s heavy balls slapped against your sweaty skin, making a sticky mess down where the two of you connected.

his king-sized bed squeaked with each desperate thrust of his hips, the headboard repeatedly hitting the wall as if it was locked in a rhythmic curse. thud. thud. thud. mammon was sure his brothers could hear the deafening thuds of his headboard but he couldn’t care less. another strained groaned left his throat as you scratched your nails down his bare muscled back, your hands running through an evident bump on it—his wings were starting to come out. his horns were also becoming visible, the ebony spirals emerging from his snowy hair.

mammon growled as he felt himself shift into his demon form from the immense pleasure that washed over his whole body. he sunk his teeth into your shoulder, causing pleasurable pain to shoot up to your neck as his canines grew in size. “aah.. mammon..!” “haah! t-that’s it, my treasure.. moan for me.” mammon lifted his head from your neck, an evident deep crimson blush spread on his cheeks as he met your gaze—his pupils were blown with lust, eyes also teary from the never-ending pleasure. fuck, you could stare at his eyes all day; the way his blue irises faded into a golden yellow at the bottom, like the ocean meeting the citrine sky as the sun dips below the horizon.

before you could close your eyes shut from the way mammon’s blunt tip was repeatedly hitting your cervix, you noticed a faint flapping sound over the ringing of your ears—something slicing through the damp atmosphere of the room and blowing hot air. it didn’t take you long to notice the full-grown pair of wings on his back, flapping with every eager thrust of his hips—it’s bat-like structure proudly stretching out to reveal it’s entire length.

the white markings across his tanned torso were now evident too, mammon was in his full demon form. it was always like this with him whenever he reached overstimulation, the immense pleasure his body held was too much that it often resorted to him unintentionally transforming. his wings moved in synched with his hard thrusts, allowing him to pound harder and reach deeper into you. mammon threw his head back, a heated gasp leaving his lips as he felt your walls tighten around him. a small, desperate cry of your name hung in the thick air before he buried his face near your ear once again.

mammon let out shallow pants, incoherent sentences going straight to your left ear; he managed to stutter out a praise, his voice shaky, and breathless from all the fucking he’s doing. the sweet praise went straight to your cunt, and that was all it took for you reach yet another orgasm.

this time it was significantly more intense than the previous ones mammon had given you. your whole body trembled as the coil in the pit of your stomach snapped for the nth time that night, face contorting in raw bliss as your lips parted in a silent scream. mammon didn’t even have to look at your face to know what you looked like as you came, he’s got in engrained in his mind—the way your pretty eyes roll to the back of your head, swollen lips parted, brows tightly knitted together, and tears rolling down your warm cheeks.

the thought of your erotic expression brought mammon to another climax shortly after you. his muscles turned taut, wings stilling in a stretch as he sheathed his cock deep inside you before cumming. he moaned into your sweaty skin, a string of curses leaving his throat as waves of pleasure fully consumed him. the two of you fell into a unison, filling the room with nothing but lewd sounds as your bodies jolted from the after shocks of a mind blowing orgasm. mammon held you tight—his bare chest flush against your own—to keep himself grounded from the immense pleasure.

you didn’t know how he was still able to cum inside you with such volume, given how many times he’s orgasmed already—mammon filled your cunt to the brim, swearing under his breath as a squelching noise came from your cunt, his seed seeping out and dripping down to his balls and the mattress. he gave a few shallow thrusts to ride out both your orgasms before pulling out, a whine coming from you and mammon at the loss of contact—he watched as your hole dripped with his and your cum, biting down at his bottom lip. how filthy.

“i’m far from being done with you..” mammon breathlessly laughed as he saw your eyes fluttering shut. you opened your lids to see that he’s made his way down to the apex of your legs, where all the mess was. “mhm, i’m going to suck this out of you.” he gave an experimental lick at your sensitive cunt, causing you to instinctively attempt to close your legs. mammon held your legs apart and gave you a smirk before diving in—your hands flew to his spiralled horns, gripping them for your dear life as he shoved his tongue inside you.

“just can’t get enough of you, my darlin’..” mammon whispered against your skin. “mhm—aah! y’so greedy, m-mammon.” you moaned. he couldn’t help but snicker at your response, a sense of pride swelling in his chest at the choice of your words.

“now, i’d be worried if i wasn’t.”

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when his name starts with an ‘s’

obey me home screen interactions BUT if you get all three interactions wrong, you get fnaf jump scared by the characters

— Lucifer fluff imagine x gn!mc!reader, no pronouns used.

— Warnings: None.

— A/N: Feeling very soft for him atm :(( this drabble just came to me the word count is probably like ~500 ish.

It's late at night in the House of Lamentation, and you and Lucifer lie in bed together, facing one another, and your hand is running through his grey-streaked hair.

Your soft touches have Lucifer blinking slowly, on the verge of falling asleep, but he can't seem to bring himself to sleep, as the image in front of him has him simply in awe.

He brings a soft hand to your cheek as you run your fingers through his hair, and he caresses it gently.

"Lucifer," You say softly, breaking the peaceful silence.

"Hmm?" His voice is deep and riddled with the urge to fall asleep.

"You should take more breaks," Your voice remains soft, and you give him a warm, reassuring smile.

Lucifer scoffs, trying hard not to roll his eyes at your suggestion. He loves the fact that you cared about him, he really does, but, he can't seem to bring himself to work slower for the Devildom.

"Thank you for your concern, but no," He says bluntly, and you chuckle.

Typical.

"Lucifer... you always work so hard, I think the Devildom would be fine if you took breaks every now and then," You say, reassuringly, and Lucifer sighs, yawning.

His gaze remains on you for a moment, his thumb still gently caressing your face. He knows his typical response is a blunt, no, but... looking at you like this, where you're under the soft glow of the moonlight peaking through the windows, your hands gently combing through his hair, and your soft voice has his tired mind seemingly under a spell.

"Okay," He says, and your eyes widen.

"Okay?" You raise your eyebrows now, a smile creeps along your lips. "You'll take more breaks?"

He sighs, nodding. "Yes, I will."

The smile upon your lips is very rewarding, and it feels like he'll do or say almost anything to see you happy like this, even if it's late at night in the quietness of his bedroom.

"You sure?" You ask, his response is almost too good to be true.

Lucifer chuckles, shaking his head. "Don't make me say it again."

You let out a soft giggle and you lean in and gently place a kiss along his cheek.

"Thank you, Luci."

He knows your concern and appreciation is genuine, and he leans in and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

"No, thank you."

Mammon: Oi MC, here you go! A glass of human world gin cause Demonus doens't work for ya!

MC: ...um

Solomon: I'll be taking that, thanks. It's best if MC doesn't drink.

Mammon: Heh?! Who're you to call the shots?!

Asmo: Oh come on Solomon, MC deserves to have fun too!

Satan: Indeed, all of us get some kind of crazy when we're drunk, it's normal.

MC: I'll be fine Solomon, I promise.

Solomon: ... alright then, handle the consequences at your own risk.

*after a few drinks*

MC: So I was just looking around the room and I thought...

MC: I'm the only mortal amongst a whole room full of angels, demons and immortal.

MC: In the next 40-50 years or so, I'll be long dead and you all will still be here, laughing, dancing, drinking for a longgg time. *Hic*

MC: It made me kind of sad...but then your laughing faces made me feel better.

MC: I hope I become a butterfly...or a star...or a cat! Or I can atleast watch you guys...from somewhere...*hic*

MC: I miss you guys already..hehe...I love y'all so muchhhh...please stay happy like this always...*passes out on the sofa*

Lucifer: *stunned* Is this why you-

Solomon: *chugging his drink* Yes that's exactly why.

Mammon, Levi, Asmo: *sobbing* MC!!! Nooo!!!

Satan, Simeon: *stares at MC with sad contemplation*

Beel: *tearing up with his mouth full* I don't want to imagine that...

Belphie: *crying silently into Beel's shirt* How can we laugh without MC here...?

Diavolo: *shaky voice* Barbatos.

Barbatos: Yes, young master.

Diavolo: Can MC not be made into an immortal like Solomon too?

Barbatos: I believe we can definitely find a way if we try.

Diavolo: Let's go ahead and start the research tomorrow.