Mammon Fluff - Tumblr Posts
the brothers: mammon is gross and stinky and we Do Not Like Him ™️
some random low level demon: yeah he’s a fucking loser lmao
the brothers: how dare you?? that’s our beloved second born??? im going to strangle you like belphie did to MC in lesson sixteen???? >:(((
moonlight.
mammon x gn!reader
heartfelt fluff
Giggles fill your apartment kitchen, music drowning it all out until you two are the only ones who can hear yourselves. This, you think, is love. Love in its purest and most unadulterated form. Love that is unafraid and comfortable and warm. Love that you could lie and bask in like sunlight on your living room floor on a Sunday afternoon.
He’s shirtless and your chests make contact through your flimsy tacky yellow tank top. (The color is ugly and ‘looks like what spoiled BufoEgg Tea would smell like’ according to Mammon, but yellow is his color and the two of you couldn’t stop laughing when you saw it, so into your cart and wardrobe it went.) His arms wrap around your waist, and he arches his back over you so you can actually reach his shoulders. (Tall bastard, you murmur. Not my fault yer such a short human. He grins. Your palm gently pushes his face away and his smile is so bright it steals the breath from your lungs just like he stole your heart oh so long ago.)
The music hums in the background, Dodie and Laufey play through the speakers, voices creating a gentle melody the two of you hum along to. Your lover is tone-deaf, but you still feel your chest bursting at the seams with love when his voice enters your ears.
The two of you rock to the sides together, holding onto each other so tightly that you feel like you might meld together as one. You voice your thoughts, and Mammon says he doesn’t see a problem with that (he grips you closer to him and meets your eyes and you don’t think you would mind either, if you’re being honest.) The midnight moonlight shines through the kitchen windows, and he tucks his face into the crook of your neck, where you know a crooked smile awaits you. You lean on him and pin his head against you, eliciting a laugh from your lover.
“Love you, Mams.”
“Love y’more.” And you can’t help but press your lips against his at the response. It is soft, and sweet, and slow. I am yours. I would follow you to the ends of all of the three realms if you asked me to. I love you. I love you. I love you, it says.
And you think you would stay like this forever, if you could. Right here, right now, with Greed in your arms and Dear Soulmate ringing throughout the room. How fitting it is, that Laufey’s melodious voice starts her chorus as his forehead presses against yours, blue-gold eyes shining so soft in the light you can’t help but melt.
Suddenly you’re pressed against the counter, his arms trapping you against him and suddenly Mammon is at your ear whispering, “Play the song.” Less of a demand and more of a plea, sweet and nearly silent, his voice sends shivers down your spine.
You can’t help but bask in the endearment that surges through you. A hand tangles itself and plays within the white locks belonging to the second-born Sin.
“What song?” A teasing grin from you. A whine from Mammon.
“Y’know, the song.” He pouts against you and his hair tickles your nose as he buries himself further into the space between your head and shoulders as you laugh at his antics.
“Need’ya to tell me what song, baby. Can’t read minds, y’know.” You know exactly what song he’s talking about.
“I hate ya, y’know.”
“You love me.”
He dramatically sighs against your neck. “Wish I didn’t.” A lie and you both know it. Still doesn’t make your smile any less wide.
“Mean. M’not playing the song for you now.”
“You said you didn’t know the song?!” A cry of outrage and mock indignation. You hastily shush him and break out into a fit of quiet laughter.
You motion for him to lean in closer, before whispering urgently and dramatically,
“I lied.”
“…”
“…”
“I was serious when I said I hated ya, y’know.”
A series of breathy giggles leave you and quickly reach Greed’s ears, and soon enough he’s barking out laughter alongside you.
It’s in moments like these that you know things are going to be alright. No matter what, you’ll have your Mammon by your side, and that means things will be okay.
You remember a time before him, before the love of your life was yours, and you can’t believe you ever thought you were alive before him. Darkness had filled every part of your being, and the days had dragged on, long and pointless. You remember coming home to your empty apartment, and the bitterness that used to form a pit in your chest and choke you to the point of tears.
Before you met the boy with stars in his eyes, you didn’t think you would live to your next birthday. How fitting it was, that he had come in in your darkest moments, only to fill you with light. (The sun seemed dim compared to his smile, and you fondly remember the moment you realized that you would do anything for that smile, no matter how troublesome or ridiculous his scheming may be at times.)
“Watcha thinking ‘bout?” A casually posed question, but his eyes betray the slight worry that stained his face.
Mammon, your Mammon. The love of your life and beyond. What would you do without this precious boy? What would you do without the greedy Mammon who willingly had let you steal his golden heart? (You treasure him as though he is the most precious jewel, and Greed finds himself melting into you more often than not partially to avoid being witnessed as the blushing mess he becomes whenever he looks into your eyes, filled with love. All for him, you tell him. And despite being Greed incarnate, he cannot imagine taking all of the entirety that is your love.)
“Nothin’, just thinking about how much I love ya, Mams.”
He blushes furiously and tries stammering out a response, only to give up and once again bury his face into the crook of your neck, whining and mumbling something along the lines of ‘not fair’ and ‘…love ya’ more, human.’ Against your skin.
And while the moonlight shines and Mitski plays in the background, you play his song and sway with him once more.
i love him ur honor. i am in love with him ur honor. i would do anything for this man. tooth-rotting fluff is not a can, but a must.
please please please please offer feedback and criticism hes my fav character and i want to make sure my writing and characterization did him justice :((
anyways yeah credit to @pothologics for the banger playlist that inspired me to write this
the brothers: it’s obvious you have favorites, mc. ://
MC: what are you talking about?? i love all of you equally, mammon or nonmammon :)) <3
hii a have a ask!! prompt 44 with mammon, fluff!! i can imagine him being a little confused on how to act now that he’s a father but being so happy, so that one is perfect!!
200 followers prompt list!
I apologize in advance I didn’t see the pregnancy prompt in there 😭 I can’t write pregnancy so I put a twist in it!
Mammon x GN! Reader (not specified amab or afab either bc like i said no actual pregnancy it’s a credit card)
Prompt 44: “You could try and sleep it off?”
“I don’t think that will change the fact that I’m carrying your child, sorry.”
You haven’t been feeling well, recently.
Your head is constantly pounding, irritability has become your best friend, and you cry over the smallest things, much to your chagrin.
Mammon, of course, has noticed. He always notices when it comes to you. At first he assumed it was just a bad day, but a bad day turned to bad days, and bad days turned to bad weeks. He’s worried, to say the least, and so he tries to confront you the way he knows best. Obnoxiously and annoyingly. (A few weeks from now you’ll cry over thinking this about your first man. How could you ever think Mammon was annoying?)
“Oi, human!” He starts to stalk over to you, casually yet with a slight urgency that you’re usually able to catch.
You don’t catch it.
You turn rapid fast and send him the most withering, venomous glare you can muster. You think you succeed in whatever you were trying to do, because he stops in his tracks.
“What, Mammon.”
The faux annoyed expression melts off his face and transforms into a mixture of surprise, confusion, and mostly, worry.
“What’s up with you?” A soft murmur as he goes to sit beside you. You melt into him and feel horrible for yelling at him; your eyes start to glisten.
“Nothing. Jus’ tired. Haven’t been feeling well.”
He places a comforting hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles and subconsciously hushing you. “Think ya’ could try and sleep it off?”
You glare. This dumb bitch. “I don’t think that will change the fact that I’m carrying your child, sorry.”
“Wh-whaa!?” Mammon is thousand of years old, but that still doesn’t stop the shock that floods through his brains. What are you talking about?
You slip Goldie out of your pocket and your glare sharpens. “You’ve been asking me to hide her from Lucifer, right?”
A dumbfounded nod.
“Well Lucifer’s been onto me because he knows that I always go along with your fucking plans. I haven’t been able to fucking sleep for the past week, Mammon.”
“…Oh.”
guys if mammon doesn’t win i hope u all know my blood is on ur hands ,,,
REBLOG FOR A LARGER OUTREACH PLEASE AND THANK YOU ‼️‼️
Semifinals
MC: thanks for the crow keychain mams i love it :))
mammon, frantic and embarrassed: what are you talking about i didn’t give you anything (lie)
MC: it has your scent on it and the note said ‘the great mammon has bestowed a gift upon you. enjoy it, human.’ what do u have to say abt that
mammon:
mammon: nuh uh
When Mammon saves up enough money he buys little trinkets that magically appear on your desk. He tries to deny it at first but gives in at the end.
mammon: happy birthday human !! the great mammon’ll do whatever i can to grant you your wish >:)
MC: I only have one (1) wish for my birthday and that is to get you pregnant
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saying this as an AFAB bitch btw
the way mammon loves you is so soft, so tender.
greed is loud and boisterous in his movements, confident in sure with every bold move he takes. gentleness is not in his nature when he is borne of celestial light, nor when his rebirth as an avatar of sin robs him of his purity.
greed’s soul was borne to keep, to hoard, to treasure. claws scraping over his jewels and snarls ripping through his teeth as he takes and takes and takes to abate his greed, soothe the burning sin entwined with his very being.
yet he loves so achingly. fingers tracing your skin like tissue paper about to rip at any second, voice soothing and light as he chatters about nothing and everything at the same time. pinky linking in yours loosely as to give you the choice to let go.
he is still mammon. rough and rowdy and boyish in his charms, ruffling your hair and roping you into one failed scheme after another, but there is also something else in him. something just for you.
greed growls and screeches and takes and takes and takes. but mammon snorts and laughs and has so much to give.
and with you, he is not greed. he is not an animalistic urge to possess.
with you, he is gentle. with you, he is mammon.
mc crawls over to mammons bed in the middle of the night after lesson sixteen. they seek comfort in him and he gives it wholeheartedly and tenderly.
they reach the bed and he doesn’t even ask, he just lifts the covers and wraps them in his arms.
the nightmares can’t get them this way; their first man will protect them.
no thoughts just hugging mammon with everything you have and crying into the nape of his neck while he hugs you just as tight, just as hard, just as desperately, but also so gently because he’s afraid he’ll break you with how delicate you are right now.
no thoughts just slumping against him after crying out everything left in you and falling asleep while he still holds onto you and kisses the crown of your head because he knows you won’t notice.
no thoughts just his heart breaking because if he had his way he would take your pain onto himself in a heartbeat but he can’t and that’s what hurts the most.
no thoughts just mammon staying with you like that the whole night and checking your pulse occasionally and feeling relieved at it’s presence because it means you’re still here with him.
no thoughts just falling asleep with your first man and having him treat you like you’re the most precious thing in all of the three realms.
no thoughts; just mammon being your rock like he always is.
I’m v much thinking about this 24/7 (since I’m SHORT as in barely over 5ft) so it’s goofy. Me thinks that if Satan could (prolly Mammon already has) and WOULD hold MC up, Simba style.
But throw in the HC that demons have inhuman heights/ Humans are just really fucking small. I remember reading another HC with like Asmo being the shortest at like 6 or 7 feet meanwhile everyone else is about to hit almost 9
How the demon brothers react to MC being a lot shorter then them
Lucifer:
He loves it, he knew from when he first saw you that he could easily make you submit to him. He was wrong, it shocked him the first time the tiny human stood up to him, whether it was in an argument or playing a prank on him with Satan. He also teases you all the time when you can’t reach things but instantly regrets it when you find the most ridiculous and dangerous way to reach what you need. If you hurt yourself when trying to reach something he will scold you while patching you up. He also purposefully puts things on the top shelf so he can come up behind you and grab it for you, he will NEVER admit to it though. He is always the big spoon, he absolutely can’t get enough of holding your smaller body in his arms and listening to your soft breathing.
Mammon:
When he is told to protect you his first reaction was something along the lines of
“Eh!? It’s so tiny what if I loose it!?”
He did, he has lost you quite a few times, panicking every single time until he finds you. He teased you all the fucking time, way more then any of his brothers, but somehow he is really bad at teasing you, it often turns into him complimenting you then becoming flustered himself “Yer so small human! How do ya’ do anything because of yer height? I didn’t know humans could be so adorably small! What? I-I didn’t say anything stupid human! Of course you wish to be complimented by the Great Mammon! Oh- would you look at the time I need to go take Levi out on a walk” *runs away* He likes when you curl up agains his chest because he is able to embrace every part of you effectively.
Leviathan:
You’re like his own Ruri~Chan!! He makes you cosplay as her so he can have his own Ruri whenever he so desires, sometimes he cosplay with you and makes you watch every bit of lore from the series so you can most accurately represent her. He thinks that you are simply the cutest thing ever, he tries to get you to cosplay a bunch of different shorter characters with him and do photo shoots as them. He doesn’t tease very often but if he is in a mood he can sometimes take teasing a bit too far but always feels bad about it after, also his teasing is often very… lame, nothing too overly insulting when he is normally teasing and you usually just end up laughing at his attempt. No matter your height he will almost always be the little spoon, he loves cuddling against you at night.
Satan:
He at first thought nothing of your height, your a human, your height just makes you weaker. Boy was he wrong, as he started to get to know you he took notice to how you were more like a feral cat than a weak human. He will often try to calm you down by petting your head, if you act like a feral cat, he can treat you like a cat, fairs fair! If you are trying to reach a high place he will sit back and watch you struggle for a while before grabbing it for you and holding it above arms reach for a while until you tire enough to curl up in his lap while he reads to you. He loves when you come to his room at night and he reads you to sleep while you lay against him or on his lap and your height makes it so much easier to do that. He is the big spoon without a doubt, he LOVES when you fall asleep in his arms while he reads to you.
Asmo:
You are so cute!!! He wants to dress you up like his own little mannequin (in a good way) he likes to put you in huge platform boots because he thinks not only do they look adorable on you but it will help you get around better in a house full of tall ass demons. He almost never teases you about your height because he doesn’t really care about it, he loves you for you and doesn’t really take much notice to your height when it’s not the topic of conversation. He doesn’t care how you two rest together, he loves to be touching you at all times so as long as his hands are somewhere on your boy he is content and happy.
Beelzebub:
He LOVESSSS your height, like he literally will carry you everywhere, give you piggyback rides, anything for you. One time you were trying to get a plate from the cabinet but couldn’t reach it so he just grabbed your waist and lifted you to your goal. He also has you sit on his back while doing push-ups because regular push-ups were too easy for him. He loves being able to loom over you, it makes him feel like he is protecting you while not being too threatening. He is the big spoon, I think that goes without saying, he likes to wrap his arms around you and hold you as close as possible.
Belphie:
Will you cuddle with him? Yes? Okay then he loves you, he doesn’t really care for height as long as you sleep with him (not sexually) he will tease the shit out of you if you can’t reach something though, and he will be brutal about it, though if he makes you cry or angry he will feel bad and ask to cuddle while he takes a nap afterward. He also likes to pet your head when you are angry, he never knows what the outcome of that action will be, will you calm down and lean into his hand? Or will you growl and bite him? It’s honestly a fifty fifty shot, but he thinks it is worth the risk. He doesn’t care, he just wants to cuddle while he sleeps, he will often wrap all his limbs around you and cling to you all night… or day.
Mammon has a lot of bad habits but his favorite one is feeling the need to touch you. He loves the way his scent is always lingering on your body because he has been hugging you. Mammon is enamored with the way his hands fit perfectly with yours and it's always comfortable to hold each other.
He couldn't acknowledge it at first,he thought it was normal since "yer my partner of course i want to touch ya!" Seemed like something normal to him and everyone. It was normal but not like this.
How could he resist the urge to feel your warmth? He needed to hear your heartbeat, listen to your voice, smell your blood, feel your body by his side. Those were normal needs for a demon.
And who were you to deny the demon what he wants?
You always gave in to the biting,the scenting, everything he did to feel you was perfect.
He was perfect when his eyes turned darker whenever someone's scent sticks to you, he was perfect whenever he asked for permission to touch you and he was more perfect than anyone when he said "Thank you,love" after he scented you back with his smell for everyone to know that he is yours and you are his.
“And I’m going down like the Titanic”
mammon x bookworm gn!reader fluff :0
reading isn't really one of mammon's hobbies, but it is one of yours. he knows because he'll have to fight for your attention with a book (of all things! he complains), during nights in where your fingers stop running through his hair, or even grip it a little too hard in surprise at the words on the page.
he pouts and whines about how you should be paying attention to him, your boyfriend, and you just softly laugh. tilting your head, you ask, "do you want me to read one to you? i got a new one yesterday we could start together." hitting two birds with one stone—mind ultimately on him, and him finally 'reading' one of your books.
mammon huffs but agrees anyway, and he quickly figures out he actually really likes your voice when you read out loud to him. he gets more invested in the story than you, and when you leave the session on a cliffhanger for the night, he tells you you're doing this again tomorrow because you're real mean for not letting him find out what happens next.
and it becomes a regular thing (mammon can't even try reenacting satan's reaction when he found out mammon knew the plot to the book you mentioned a week ago), to the point that he prepares a glass of water for when your throat gets dry, and he's thinking about it during class when he should be doing his assigned readings instead.
!! and then!! one night while you're taking a break for your voice, mammon does something new: he offers to read to you instead. you blink at him—"wait, really?"
"why’re ya so surprised?!" he huffs and takes the book from your lap before you can say anything else.
and he's not used to it, he stumbles over his words and his throat gets dry faster than yours does, but he doesn't regret it—not when you grab him and gasp when he says the plot twist, or when you whine and laugh when he refuses to keep going until you give him a kiss as payment.
"payment? i was reading for free the whole time, mammon!"
"okay, well, as a reward then! for goin' outta my comfort zone for ya!"
he's joking, sort of, not really. but he almost drops the book onto the floor, lets out something akin to a squeak when you take his face in your hands and kiss him.
he's in a half-daze when you pull away. "there, now keep going before i take the book back and kick you out," you threaten emptily.
and mammon is stuttering, eyes and brain not processing what he's saying as he keeps reading, but he thinks maybe books are a good hobby to pick up if it means more time spent with you like this.
@reverie-starlight no om tag list of course but hii friend!! wehehe.. mammon... i was actually considering tsumu for this too so i would've tagged u either way. what a world!
Mammon deserves to have someone who misses him when he’s away.
Imagine: Mammon’s not home for the week. He’s away, doing photoshoots or dealing with witches or whatever it is he does. His brothers are just chilling as usual. This is nothing to even blink at, much less be upset about.
But MC? Nope! He’s their Mammon, and they love him so much!
Imagine MC turning to the side where Mammon usually is, automatically going to whisper some dumb comment to him, and then deflating when they find no Mammon there. Imagine MC absentmindedly reaching their hand out to that side, going to hold his hand out of habitual impulse—and being confused for a moment to find empty air… then hiding their sadness. Imagine them distracting themself by hanging out with all the others, who they DO love a lot, but… Mammon’s not there, and the house feels incomplete. They’ve spent lots of time with the others without Mammon before, but he’s never been away so long before, and everything feels wrong.
Imagine Mammon’s reaction to his brothers (probably Asmo, to tease him, or Beel, out of sympathy for the human) texting him to tell him that the human’s moping without him. Imagine them catching MC doing one of those things on camera, because Mammon has to see it to really believe that someone misses him so much.
Imagine Mammon coming home, and the human regaining their energy just at the sound of his voice announcing that he’s back. Imagine them running to the door, pouncing on him for hugs with such excitement that he TOTALLY would have been knocked to the floor if he weren’t supernaturally strong—you know, being a demon.
“You’re home!!!!” MC shouts, not bothering to contain their excitement because they love him, they’re so happy to be reunited, they missed him so much, and he deserves to see that. It’s good for him.
Imagine how happy he’d be to get a reaction like that!
Imagine Mammon and MC inevitably ending up in MC’s room, as they always do, and Mammon seeing that MC has stolen the blanket off his bed. It’s in a messy pile on top of their own blanket, it looks like MC had been curled up under it just before he returned. Because it smells like him, and it’s warm and soft and big, so it’s the closest thing to a hug from him that they could have gotten while he was away.
Imagine how his heart would melt. Imagine how loved he would feel.
Idk, I think he’d cry
Rainy love
I am SO smitten for mammon so I ramble a lot in this, sorry!
You and Mammon are out on a date but it starts raining! That's okay though, it worked out well in the end.
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Going out on dates with the avatar of greed were always either last minute or they have been planned for ages and he's just been too nervous to ask if you want to go on a date. Regardless, they were still fun, even if sometimes the both of you get scolded coming home to an angry (and worried) Lucifer.
Today though, you guys were out enjoying a walk together. Holding hands, chatting away, stopping to look at something that caught one of your interests and then trying to hold back Mammon from impulsively buying it. He's going to come back for it, especially if it caught your eyes.
The two of you were currently sat down outside a cafe, eating whatever you guys thought looked good. Flirty comments, playful banter, occasional teasing went back and forth. You started going on a rant about something. Of course he was listening but he couldn't help but stare at you, feeling his heart race. Everything about you was so perfect to him; he knows about your insecurities and the flaws that you have, he acknowledges them and accepts them. He's not the type to hold them against you. You're you and that's all he could've ever asked for.
He felt so warm being with you. He felt so loved and accepted, you didn't shout insults straight at his face, you didn't belittle him every time he opened his mouth. Wow isn't this easy, being nice to someone? He felt so much love for you and the feeling knowing that you love him back just as much? A bit more or less, he didn't care, the fact that you liked, no, LOVED him back made him feel like he could die happy. He's absolutely smitten for you but he'll never admit that to you, his brothers will do it for him though.
"Oh the great, one and only Mammon, are you still there? You're just staring at me with that goofy smile." You waved your hands in front of his face, making him snap out of his trance. "Did you hear anything I said?"
"My smile is NOT goofy, thank you very much!" He scoffed, trying to play it off, "A-And of course I, THE great Mammon, heard what you were saying!"
"Okay, what was I just talking about then." You smirked at him, watching him fumble with his words as he tried to make an excuse to why he wasn't listening. The chatter kept going, everything felt so perfect. Mammon telling stories about the dumb stuff him and his brothers have done and you making comments every so often that ends up with the two of you laughing. "We should start heading back, it's getting late. I don't want to deal with Lucifer being an angry dad."
"Ugh, always ruining the fun." He grabbed his stuff and stood near you, waiting for you to get up. He held his hand out to you, feeling a smile and a blush crawl onto his face when you intertwined your hands with his. It's a feeling that he wishes would never go away. The walk back home was the same, his hand squeezing your hand every so often. He couldn't ask for anyone better, he'll do anything to keep you by his side and he means it.
Everything was warm and light-hearted until he felt something wet drop onto his head. One after another and it started bucketing down on the two of you. You both ran to the nearest shelter, hands still holding each other's.
"Argh! Stupid rain, ruining our perfect date."
"Oh, it was a date now, was it?"
"Shut it." He gave you a small glare before focusing his eyes on the rain. It was dark, street lamps being the only source of light. "I would've bought an umbrella if I knew it was going to rain, damn it!"
"I swear it never rains here so it's not your fault, Mammon." You used your unoccupied hand to cup his face, making him look your way. "It's alright."
"But still... I was really enjoying today with ya..." his voice got quieter as he continued to speak, shifting his eyes away from yours. Even after being together for a while, he still gets shy saying affectionate things. It's endearing.
There was music softly playing from one of the shops down the street, the rain was muffling it but it can still be heard. An idea popped inside your head which plastered a grin onto your face.
"And what's stopping you from still enjoying it? A bit of water?" Your hands tightening around his before pulling him out with you into the pouring rain.
"We're going to get SICK!" He yelled. You didn't care. You pulled him towards you, his body colliding to yours as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder. His arms instinctively wrapped around your torso. He won't admit it, but it did feel kind of nice standing under the wet weather with you. You started swaying your body, his body copying your actions.
"Dance with me, Mammon. We can still enjoy this right?" You looked up at him, seeing him stare deeply into your eyes. He nodded, being the first one to take a step back. His hand connected with yours again, placing his other hand on your waist. You rested your arm on his, extended the arm that was holding his slightly.
As the music continued to play, the two of you start dancing. None of you knew what you were doing but that's okay, it's the thought that counts. He spun you around a couple of times, you did the same back to him but he only spun reluctantly. Sometimes the song playing would have a fast tempo, making the both of you move around like idiots. Sometimes the tempo would be slow and the both of you would still be moving around like idiots but slower and more lovingly. Who knows how long you guys have been dancing for at this point.
He spun you around again and surprised you with a dip. You wrapped your hand around his neck, the other clinging onto his wet jacket, scared you were going to fall onto the ground, as if you weren't already drenched from head to toe. His hand held your back, preventing you from falling, the other was snaked around your waist. He pulled you in closer, being only inches apart from you.
"I love you so much, it drives me crazy." He started, pressing his forehead against yours, "You never fail to make me feel happy, even on my worst days. I really do love ya. Nothing, in all three realms, will ever change that." He pushed his lips onto yours, feeling you immediately kiss him back. He pulled you back up so you were standing on both feet again.
Whenever one of you would pull away, the other would pull the other back in, wanting more. His hands cupped your face, pulling you in for a deeper kiss. He couldn't get enough of you.
"Mammon... We should really get back before we get really sick." You were the first to push him away, feeling a little breathless.
"Yeah, we really should." The look in his eyes were filled with fondness. Endearment. Passion, if you may.
You guys booked it home, as expected, only coming home to an angry Lucifer as he was scolding the both of you for being out late AND getting drenched. The two of you spent the next few days in bed with a cold but at least you had each other.
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I had no idea where this was going lol, this was all impulsive writing, sorry. I hope you guys enjoyed it tho.
If you find this at your local store , would you buy it?
(It looks like biscuits)(Image from pinterest)