#mammon fluff

After a full day of classes, work, and the general shenanigans that tend to happen whenever you involve yourself with the rulers of hell, you can feel the exhaustion that sets heavy into your bones as you throw your backpack on Mammon's couch. You don't even have the energy to fully pick your feet as you drag them forward across this room and up onto the small platform that his bed sits on, plopping down face-first onto the plush mattress. 

You're honestly not even sure when you fell asleep; you don't even remember closing your eyes. It wasn't until the rumbling of mammon parking his car above you that you peeled your eyes open, still dressed, only halfway on the bed with your shoes hanging off the bottom. 

"Oi! Human! You'll never believe what I came across! It was incredible." Mammon yells excitedly as he barrels down the stairs.

You roll over, sitting up on the edge, attempting to rub the sleep out of your eyes. 

"Whoa!" He says, stopping in his tracks in front of you. "Are ya alright, treasure?" 

He looks over you with worry, searching for some sort of injury or illness that could explain your disheveled state. You shoot him a small, sleepy glare as you pout up at him.

"I'm fine. I'm just really tired today. I woke up this morning, and Lucifer was on my ass about a missing assignment. The potion Beel and I were making in class today exploded all over us. This isn't even my uniform!" You say rambling on about the day that just seemed to be trying to kick you down at every opportunity. 

Mammon settles close beside you, wrapping you into his arms. You can't help the tears that prick by your eyes as he smooths a ring-clattered hand over your hair.

"You still have to tell me what you found." You sniffle

"Nah, it's not important." He replies with a kiss to the crown of your head. "Let's get my tired human into the shower, yeah?" 

All you can do is nod as he stands up, offering you his hand, which you graciously take, allowing him to help pull you up. The two of you enter his on-suite bathroom, and Mammon helps set you onto the counter, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. He turns around, setting the shower's water temperature to the setting he knows you like. 

Mammon turns back around, motioning for you to hop down from the counter. He begins to work on the various buttons across your borrowed uniform, slipping the fabric off your body and onto the floor. The chill of the bathroom bites at your bare skin, but it's soon soothed by the warm running water from the shower head. You stand there for a moment, letting the water run over you, the pressure helping relax the ache in your bones.

"Are you not joining me?" You ask as mammon begins to lean against the counter.

Mammon in turn peels off his shirt, stripping himself of his clothes like he had done for you. You can feel the warmth slowly swirling in your belly as you look over your demon boyfriend. His body was built by the heavens and you can tell, tan skin stretched over broad shoulders, over the chest that holds the beating heart your rest your ear against night after night reminding you that maybe your differences aren't so vast.

"Oi, I'm gonna start chargin' if you keep starin' at me like that." He teases, pulling you out of your thoughts as he steps into the steaming shower.

"That's a price I'm willing to pay," you say in return, pressing a small kiss to the edge of his jaw, making a shudder he couldn't control run through his body.

"Alright, alright. Let's get you cleaned up."

Mammon turns you so your back is facing him, you can feel his half-hard cock pressed against your back as he grabs your shampoo, lathering it in his hands before working his fingers into your scalp. Even though you're shocked as a small moan slips out of your mouth and you feel yourself arch more into him, Mammon's cock responds in turn by twitching against you, but he pays it no mind as he continues to scrub at your scalp.

"You are so beautiful. I love you." He mumbles, like he's saying it to himself, like he can't believe you're in here with him, that you chose him.

"Not as much as you. I love you more." 

Mammon turns you back around so you're now facing him. You can see the blush spread across his face as he grumbles out something about 'stupid humans'. He helps rinse the shampoo out of your hair before moving on to the rest of the shower routine. 

Eventually, when you are both clean, dry, and dressed in your comfortable pajamas, you settle onto the couch in his room. The lights are dim as you scroll on your D.D.D., some action movie he put on playing in the background. Mammon's sitting up sideways on the couch, long legs stretched out of the cushions with you tucked against him.

"Mammon?" 

He pulls his eyes away from the screen to look down at you, waiting for whatever you need. 

"I'm hungry, can we go get food after the movie is over?" You continue, stomach rumbling as you realize you haven't eaten since breakfast. 

The cherry on top of the shit sundae that was your day today is that it took them so long to find you a uniform that your lunch period was almost over by the time you were dressed and out of the mysteriously neon purple substance that covered you. Mammon feels around the couch for the remote, finally finding it and pausing the movie. 

"Ya hungry now? What do ya wanna eat?"

"We don't have to go right now, I'm not THAT hungry. You can finish your movie." You offer, trying to be polite, but your stomach has other ideas as it lets out a grumble louder than the first.

"Oi, human, you should know better than to lie to your first man."

Mammon pushes you two off the couch, going to fetch shoes for you two out of the closet. 

"Plus, I've seen this movie at least 1,000 times over the past 200 years." He yells out from the closet, producing two pairs of shoes for both of you.

After the two of you are ready to go, he grabs the keys that he tossed onto the coffee table earlier, and you climb into his car. He reaches into the back to hand you the blanket that he keeps in the backseat for you, also handing you the aux to plug into. He waits to make sure you're buckled up before pulling out. 

You two make it to the drive-thru of one of the late-night fast-food joints in the devil's domain. Mammon knows your order like the back of his hand, like he knows most things about you.

"Do ya wanna go back or do ya wanna eat in the car?" 

If you told past Mammon that he would be offering to let not only someone but a human eat in his precious car, he would have looked at you like you suddenly grew three heads. Things change; maybe you changed him. He looks over at your scrunched face, like you're debating what the best option would be, and he can't help the way that his heart squeezes in his chest.

"Can we go park over the lookout and eat in the car?"

As you two eat, he tells you about the artifact he found in the window of one of the curio shops after his shift today. 

"Those idiots don't even know what they got, treasure." He says in between mouthfuls of food. "I mean, I pick up a couple of extra gigs, and I could buy it and flip for a 200% profit margin. I could probably go in there when they aren't lookin' and swipe it too. I doubt they have any sort of good security system."

You just nod along as he tells you about his newest money-making scheme. From your nap, to the shower, to the good food you've just packed the trash away from, you feel like a brand new person, years away from how you felt when you first entered the house earlier this evening. You look over at Mammon, who is still rattling on about other various treasures he's currently on the hunt for, and you can feel the tears slip from your eyes before you can even think to stop them.

"Whoa! Does me makin' money get you that worked up?" He says, wiping the tears from under your eyes.

"No, you idiot!" You laugh, feeling ridiculous for crying, but that doesn't stop the choked sob that comes out of your mouth as the tears begin to fall more heavily. "I just love you a lot, okay? I'm so lucky to have you."

The tips of his ears turn red as he breaks eye contact with you for a moment.

"I love you more." 

He leans over the center console to give a small kiss. You pull closer to him, deepening the kiss as your mouths move together, his tongue slipping inside your mouth as he finishes pulling you over the seat and onto his lap. You moan out as you grind your core against the bulge straining in his pajama bottoms. You break the kiss to pepper small kisses all over his face, not wanting a single inch of him to feel unloved or unappreciated. You move your ministrations from his blushing face down to his neck, sucking and biting, leaving bruises to blossom in their wake. 

"Fuck sweetheart, Ya killing me. Let's go back to the house."

"Can't wait." You say as your fingers slip under his shirt, dragging down the planes of his chest and torso, until you reach the drawstring of his pants, slowly undoing them. "need you now, so bad" 

You look up at your demon with a pout, and that's when he folds, crashing his mouth into yours feverishly. He lifts his hips up so you can continue to take his cock out, giving it a few experimental strokes that have him twitching in your hand, precum oozing out of the reddened tip.

You continue to work him up and down in your hands in a way that has him moaning into your mouth as you twist your hand up the thick shaft before pressing your thumb hard against the underside of his head. 

"I need to be inside ya." He says desperately as he breaks the kiss you two share, moving your sleep shorts and panties to the side to expose your glistening folds. 

His fingers reach down, spreading your wetness all over before bringing them up to his mouth to taste. 

"When we get home, I'm going to eat this pussy until you come all over my face at least twice." 

He pulls you into another blinding kiss, as if he needs you more than oxygen. You grab the base of his cock, lining it up with your entrance as you sink down onto it. Taking him with this little prep is never easy, but you're so wet that it's almost as though your fluttering core is sucking him in more and more. When you finally reach the base, you let out the breath you've been holding, feeling him in your belly as the head of his cock presses against your cervix. The two of you moaning at the same time, something almost animalistic as he lifts your hips up slightly just to slam them back down onto his lap. 

You move his hands from your hips to around the back of your neck as you begin to raise and lower yourself up and down his cock, going almost all the way up until just the head lies against your entrance before slamming back down. 

"Let me take care of you," you whimper out as you twirl and bounce on his cock.

Mammon lets out a growl as his hands tighten against the back of your neck. His hips work with you to slam up every time you come down, making the head of his cock batter over, and over, and over again against the spongy spot inside of your gummy walls. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to your impending orgasm. You snake one of your hands that's resting upon his chest and move it down to your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves relentlessly as you chase your high. 

"Let me help." He strains out before moving your own hand out of the way and replacing it with his own. 

Mammon begins to fuck you hard, never stopping his ministrations on your poor puffy clit. One last hard thrust against your G-spot has you seeing stars as you collapse against him, face buried into the crook of his neck.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. So good, so full, so close." You can feel yourself snap as you soak his cock, Mammon not far behind, burying himself to the hilt as he floods your womb with his cum.

A few moments pass as you try to remember even your own name. You look up at Mammon, who has his head thrown back, chest moving up and down deeply as he tries to bring himself together. He presses a kiss against your forehead as he reaches for the wet wipes in the glove box. You both hiss as he pulls you off his cock. He works quickly to clean both of you up. 

Your legs are like jelly as you try to step out of the car to make your way back around to the passenger's side door. Mammon gets out to further help you in, even going as far as to buckle your seat. You're fast asleep as the two of you arrive back home. The house is quiet for once as Mammon sets you down onto your shared bed. He tucks you in with a kiss, presses against your head before climbing in beside you, heart squeezing at the way your sleeping form settles closer against him.

BF!Mammon who... needs to be near you. Like close. Like touching. No, actually let him in your shirt. Don't be ridiculous of course you can both fit.

BF!Mammon who... is the easiest person for you to be around. Yes, Mammon is loud and chaotic and reckless but you know you're safe. You know you can bring up anything to him, you can truly be yourself because there's nothing in this world Mammon loves more than you.

BF!Mammon who... may not have it right now but he will get it for you. You want that new limited edition bag from majolish? give him a week and you'll see it on your bed. You don't even remember telling him that you wanted the bag.

BF!Mammon who... loves matching. Since being with him your closest has grown with matching shirts, matching necklaces and rings and bracelets. Your keys are filled with little keychains that you two have collected over your adventures.

BF!Mammon who... is never afraid to tell someone about you. Honestly? you don't even have to be brought up. He's already done it. Showing off his D.D.D lock screen with a live picture of you two as you cover his face is small kisses. The photo is blurry and chaotic but anyone can see the joy that radiates off of you two

BF!Mammon who... loves going on late night drives with you. If your stressed out from exams or Lucifer has been on your ass or maybe just the stress from being in the devildom as a human mammon is there with his car keys in hand asking if you want to go out for a drive with him. He always drives more carefully when you're in the car, humans are fragile don't you know? He lets you pick the music, talk his ear off about all of your thoughts and feelings, he even has a special basket in his car his drinks and snacks and blankets only for you.

BF!Mammon who... loves that you stand up for him to his brothers. You see him as more than the avatar of greed or scum or an idiot. If you're going to be wrong you're going to be wrong together. I mean you'll definitely need to tell him what's up when your alone but in public your a united front so YES, the sky in the human world is green sometimes.

BF!Mammon who... at first tries to throw money or gifts at your problems. One time when you were giving him the silent treatment after saying something stupid that hurt your feelings you came home to your room filled with flowers and chocolates and gift boxes. He promptly found everything outside of his door with no note back.

BF!Mammon who... learns overtime his best course of action is to apologize or lose you. Mammon is use to loss, he used to think it didn't affect him. From the fall to the Grimm he's lost to the witches to all the little treasures that he was SURE Lucifer didn't know about that had been confiscated. Mammon never wants to lose you though.

BF!Mammon who... smells like leather, amber, vetiver and musk.

BF!Mammon who... comes home from a particularly hard job to find you lying on your stomach scrolling on your D.D.D waiting for him to get back. He can feel the weight lift off his shoulders as he slips off his shoes and lays his fully body weight against you, melting into you. You twist back to give him a kiss to his temple as he buries his face into your neck.

BF!Mammon who… has you play his “money making song” when he leave for a job. I like tuh by carnage can be heard blasting for him room which is a good indicator to everyone else in the house that Mammon is about to leave for work.

BF!Mammon who… swipes things from the people that piss you off. You don’t even realize he’s doing it at first, not until you see the growing collection of things in the back of his closet.

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Under the sound of Mammon’s shouting, there’s a muffled little sound. A quick, squeaky puff of air, as if from being punched in the gut... Auva.

She inhales slowly, blinking hard. Trying not to cry. Trying not to draw attention.

It’s not working. She turns to bury her face in Beel’s shirt.

Because… Auva knew Mammon didn’t like her at first, he had said as much all the time! But… but she really thought he had changed his mind by now! He hadn’t said anything like that in weeks!

All the time he spent in her room, all the hangouts and talks and whispering stupid comments to each other in class, all the silly memes they’d sent to each other, his ever present charger and toothbrush and random items left in her room because he’s always in there with her… how is that not friendship? How can he still not care about her after all that? How could he not want her? Why…

“…why would he say that?” Auva asks Beel, her voice cracking with barely suppressed tears.

Beel places an arm around her shoulders. “He doesn’t mean it.” He assures her.

She sniffles quietly.

“—the worst, Asmo, see if I don’t sell YOU next, you piece of—oh, human…” Mammon finally notices his human, curled up in a little shivering ball of heartbreak. Hiding under Beel’s arm. Tucked away from him.

“Wha—no, no, hey… ya know I never mean any of that… right? Human..? Auva…” Mammon’s voice is suddenly softer. Soothing, like he’s trying to coax a scared animal out of hiding.

Silence.

(In the background, Levi glares at Asmo. He throws a nearby cushion at him.)

“I didn’t mean it, Auva, I promise..! C’mon… look at me?” Mammon frantically says.

Auva sniffles again. “Y-you said… you don’t care about me. Stupid thing, you said… you said—”

“No, no, human… I’m sorry. I didn’t… you’re not a stupid thing. I promise ya, I didn’t mean it! I was just…” he sighs heavily, as he mentally kicks his own ass.

“I—look. I get defensive, I’m… how’d you put it? I’m real fuckin bad at feelings, okay? I just—I get called out, then I get defensive, an’ I just yell lies to get everyone to lay off, an’—aww, baby, no don’t cry, don’t… fuck, I’m a jackass… c’mere, c’mere…”

Beel glares at Mammon as he pulls Auva out of her hiding spot, so he can hug her.

Auva thinks what he just said demonstrates some rather impressive emotional intelligence and self-awareness, especially for someone who just claimed to be bad at feelings. This… is encouraging, she thinks. Maybe, maybe it really will be okay..? Maybe he really does love her?

Hesitantly, desperately, Auva hugs back. Tangling her fingers into his shirt, hands bunched up in the loose fabric at his sides. Clinging, but not daring to actually hold him. Not yet.

“I’ll work on it, I promise. I’ll do better. I promise, I promise, human… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean a word of it, I’ve never meant any of that, please tell me ya knew that…” Mammon pleads as he squeezes his human tightly. Secure, safe… how he knows by now she responds best to.

“You said… you said you don’t want me..?” Auva sobs.

“I do, baby, I do. You’re MY human. ‘Course I want ya! I’m never gonna get rid of ya… shhh, shhshshh… I’m here, baby. I gotcha. I’m not lettin’ go. Promise.”

Mammon has dropped his tsundere nonsense entirely. It falls away to reveal the soft, gentle, protector that Mammon is when no one else is there to witness it.

“…Auva?” Mammon murmurs in the long, quiet moment after she’s calmed down. “You did know that I never meant any of that crap I say when I get like that… right?”

Auva shakes her head slightly. “How would I know?? I can’t do subtext, Mam. Unless it’s in fiction, I guess. I never pick up on any of that in real life. I just… I trust you, so I believe you. S-so… if you say that you don’t care about me… how would I know that’s not what you meant?”

“…oh. Well… fuck. I… y’know what? I need you to know I’m tellin’ ya the truth now. I want you to use the pact. Command me to tell you the truth. Lemme tell you what I really meant.”

Auva’s taken aback. That’s a big gesture! “Um—are you sure?”

He looks away, red-faced and clenching his jaw as he nods. He gestures at her to hurry it up, get it over with.

“Okay… Mammon, tell me the truth. What do you really think of me?”

“Auva… you’re MY human. My precious lil buddy. You’re my lil gremlin human. There’s really not much I wouldn’t do for you. I love you, I’d NEVER get rid of you! I can’t imagine ever not wanting you here with me. You’re not some… stupid annoying obligation. Not at all. I can’t believe you really didn’t realize how much I cared about you, even from the very first few days of knowin’ you! Auva, I’m supposed to protect you, and I WANT to! You’re my baby, Auva. My lil baby. I love you, and I’m staying with you. As long as possible. ‘Kay?”

Auva stares wide eyed at Mammon. That’s… wow. Some shit she’s sure he’d NEVER say if it weren’t forced out of him. Safe to say she knows what to believe now.

She lifts the command.

“…wow. Okay. Yeah. Thank you…”

Overwhelmed, Auva buries herself in Mammon’s arms again. That was… a lot.

“Don’t let go?” She requests softly. Mammon squeezes her reassuringly in answer.

It’s peaceful again for a moment.

“Mammon.” Beel rumbles threateningly. “If you make the baby cry again I will throw you through another wall.”

Auva makes an embarrassed sound, curling into Mammon to hide again.

Mammon laughs. “Yeah, yeah. I won’t. I got the baby. She’s fiiine.”