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19 on the 50 types of kisses print list with Mammon please? I can’t help but simp over him!

stanmammon:

Mammon: 

19. One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

There was nothing but tension between you and Mammon.

The demon had told you he loved you, for god’s sake, practically sacrificing his life to Lucifer by taking the blame for a tiny incident that had blown out of proportion; this was just one of a number of things he had done to make your life a little easier around the House of Lamentation and yet you felt like you couldn’t be the one to make the first move. You had felt so guilty about the previous Lucifer incident that you had found yourself outside of Mammon’s room with a thousand different apologies racing through your head, heart growing heavy at the potential thought of your relationship being permanently ruined.

He opened at the very first knock as if he had expected you to be there and he pulled you into his room quick, locking his bedroom door behind him and letting out a loud sigh of relief. It only takes another second before he explained to you what had gone down, that Lucifer had agreed to show him some pity for his ‘honesty’ (when he had actually just seen that Mammon was protecting you), so there was no longer anything to worry about. He puffed out his chest and waited for the praise to come but all he received was a conflicted look on your face.

“I… I really am sorry.”

“…Don’t worry about it,” Mammon shrugged his shoulders, used to dealing with the brunt of Lucifer’s wrath. “Things turned out fine so it’s nothin’ to worry about.”

“Still, you shouldn’t have had to take the blame at all…” Mammon stepped closer, hands grabbing your shoulders and shaking you slightly, your conflicted look being replaced with a surprised one.

“I’m tellin’ ya it’s alright, so it’s alright!”

“Okay, okay, you don’t have to shake me! But I still feel like I should… repay you…”

Awkward tension.

Racing hearts.

You felt like you might throw up and Mammon felt the same, cheeks darkening at your words as he avoided your gaze. It would be all too easy for him to take advantage of you right now if he wanted to, he could sense that you were more than willing to give him just about anything for his forgiveness. But in his head, as much as he loved using things to his advantage to get a few extra Grimm, he couldn’t ask that from you, not now at least. He had taken the blame because of his love for you, because he didn’t want to see that sad face you made whenever Lucifer yelled at you, so perhaps it was a little more selfish than it appeared. He doesn’t know how to voice this to you and while he’s trying to think of something other to say that ‘don’t blame yourself’ it’s your turn to invade his personal space, hands resting on his chest and shaking him to his very core.

“If you don’t have any ideas then I have a few…” You mumbled, hands slowly sliding up his chest to rest on either side of his neck; his skin was warm and soft and you could feel his pulse quickening under your fingertips. Mammon saw what he wanted, your lips, your touch, your love, and he took it in the moment.

His lips are crushed against yours nearly knocking you off balance, the two of you stumbling across the mess that was his bedroom floor before finally finding his bed. It takes a second to orient yourself but Mammon ended up on the bottom, flat on his back with his arms wrapped tightly around you with no intention of ever letting you go again. You wouldn’t mind that one bit as you’d never felt more at ease, the tension slowly working itself out until things felt like they always had. Mammon pulled away for a second to look at you, arms leaving your waist so his hands could come up to cup either side of his face.

It was his turn to look conflicted.

“You sure ya wanna do this with me?” Mammon’s voice is so much gentler than it normally is and the look on his face is one of careful consideration, he wasn’t just being a tease but asking a genuine question he needed an answer to. You wished you could relay all the things you felt in that moment, that you could truly get across to Mammon that there was no demon you’d rather kiss than the one right in front of you, but there would be time for words later. For now, you wanted your actions to do all the talking, closing the gap between you without uttering anything aloud.

Mammon took the hint.