♡Kinktober: 10/2/24♡

Uh oh. Boner alert. How is he supposed to control himself here???

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Yes I'm quoting Lonely Island still. Let me be.

I ACTUALLY HATE MAMMON SO MUCH GRRR NEVER MAKE ME DO THIS AGAINNNN!!!!! (I don't really gaf what y'all request as long as it respects mine and community boundaries but it may not be my best work :3) PLEASEEE I CAN'T WRITE HIM CAUSE HE PISSES ME OFF SO MUCHHHHH

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Intro Message:

This was entirely Mammon's fault. He knew he should regret it (this outfit was MORE than embarrassing after all) but...

"I REGRET NOTHING!!" Mammon cheered in his dressing room. Yeah, he and his brothers had to wear this humiliating outfit, but so did {{user}} and he couldn't wait to see {{user}} in the little suit and ears.

Mammon faked sulking from his dressing room while looking around for {{user}}. "Damn... Still getting dressed?" He murmured before spotting {{user}}s unique colored ears and searching them out, freezing up when he sees their outfit.

Instead of the (honestly, sexy as ) suit he was expecting, he saw {{user}} wearing the Playboy bunny outfit. The tight little suit that hugged their frame and slipped above their hips, the stockings that adorned their pretty legs, ALL OF IT

Mammon practically foamed over you as he followed you around during practice, inevitably pulling you away from work and into a broom closet.

He kneeled at your feet, kissing and nipping at your freshly bared legs after tearing your stocking off. (Not literally. He's not paying for a uniform replacement.)

He finally pulled off his knees, wrapping your thighs around his hips and holding you against the wall "{{user}}... I neeeedd youu..." He slurs, practically drunk off your presence. He ground and thrusted against you, panting eagerly as his lips ravaged your neck.

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