#mammon fluff

LUCIFER

MAMMON

LEVIATHAN

SATAN

ASMODEUS

BEELZEBUB

But Lucifer ordered Mammon to stay close to you, and slowly, things changed. He started hanging around without complaining as much even to the point where he helped you with the TSL quiz willingly.

And then strange things began to appear in your room. A shirt that was definitely not yours, a D.D.D. charger you never bought, a small stack of Grimm on your desk and even a deck of cards tucked into a drawer. Sometimes he even let you keep the grimm which shocked you.

As time passed and you grew closer, a random gifts start to appear outside of your door. You thought it was a prank the first time until you opened it. Inside was a real gift. Another time, it was jewelry, and you froze because it looked far too expensive to be random. Sometimes it was just Grimm.

What you didn’t know was that Mammon watched every time. Hiding just out of sight, peeking around corners, heart racing as he waited to see your reaction. He didn’t understand why he cared so much, only that he did. He laughed quietly when you stared at the jewelry in shock. When he won tons of grimm from gambling, his first thought is about what he could bring for you on the way home.

"oi, didn't you hear me? i said i hit my forehead against the kitchen cabinet."

you sighed, pausing your potions homework and placing your pen down on the table in an exaggerated motion. "mammon, you've been telling me about this non-existent bump of yours for 5 days straight."

"well, it's not my fault you don't get it!" mammon huffed defensively, mumbling "stupid human..." under his breath.

"...don't get what?" you spun around on your chair, looking up at him and draping your arm over the chair's backrest. the first time he approached you about his bump, you leaned in to inspect his forehead and assessed that he'll be fine, then sent him off on his merry way.... which evidently wasn't the response he was looking for since he approached you with the same problem the next day... and the day after that.

usually, mammon's intentions are clear as day when it comes to things like this, but this time you're actually stumped as to what they are.

"why do i gotta spell everything out for you...?" mammon sounded utterly annoyed at the fact you didn't magically understand the inner machinations of his mind. "alright, listen up, cuz the great mammon will only explain this once."

"when that chihuahua... when he scraped his knee last week, you..." mammon suddenly seemed to run out of words, his cheeks burning a wonderful shade of red.

"i....?" you encouraged, dragging out the syllable.

"y-you know what i mean." it was a silent plea on his end.

"i don't, mammon." you shook your head slightly, smiling up at him. it wasn't meant as a teasing gesture, but you can only suppose he took it that way since he groaned in embarrasment.

there were a couple seconds of grueling silence before he cracked under the pressure.

"youkissedhiskneebetter,...o-or whatever." mammon blurted out. "not that i care if you do it to me! the great mammon couldn't care less!" mammon laughed haughtily, a very obvious coverup for just HOW much he wanted you to do it to him, too.

"hold on, hold on, hold on. what was that?" you questioned, not quite catching what he said at the beginning. something about a... kiss?

"quit teasin' me!" mammon looked like he was about to implode from how red he was.

"i'm not." you replied calmly, raising your brows at him, a silent suggestion he repeat himself.

"ugh, fine... y-you kissed his knee better..." he mumbled, refusing to make eye contact with you.

oh, now everything makes sense. it seems mammon saw you when you kissed luke's knee better last week.

"i can't hear you~" you teased, this time knowingly.

"...YOU KISSED HIS KNEE BETTER! HAPPY NOW?!" mammon yelled so loudly that you're 90% sure the entire house heard him. well, you suppose this is just part of the usual antics the brothers have to hear every day, especially since you arrived.

"oh mammon, if you wanted me to kiss you, you could have just asked." you giggled, getting up from your chair and kissing his forehead, then gently petting the area you just kissed. "there, now it'll heal faster."

mammon was frozen like a statue for several seconds, before attempting to compose himself with an unsure "t-that's right. you'd better do what i tell you!" (which was very obviously not working).

in response, you slapped his lips lightly, making him let out a strange garbled noise of surprise. "oi! what was that for?!" he confronted.

"uh-oh, it seems i've accidentally hurt your lips. want me to kiss them better, too?"

it was really quite amusing to watch mammon's face cycle through different shades of red like a lava lamp.

"N-... NO! NOPE! NUH UH! L-LIKE I'D WANT TO KISS SOME HUMAN!" mammon knocked over at least 5 items while backing away from you, reaching for the door handle and failing at least 3 times before finally stumbling out of your room.

"awww, what a shame. totally thought i would get him this time." you said to no one in particular, sitting back down to finish your homework.

the bros x gn!reader

fluff; when you appear randomly in their room at 2am.

Lucifer:

he's still up working, hunched over his desk with three empty coffee cups next to him

has half a heart attack when you just... appear in his door

usually, nights are his getaway from noisy brothers and the stress of life

does welcome you in after a light scolding

whether you want to hang out or sleep in his bed he's cool with both as long as you don't bother him too much

miiiiiight be swayed to get into bed a little earlier than usual with you

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.

it's not something he says often, nor is it something he likes to admit to anyone aside from you, but he means it wholeheartedly. when you walk away from him, when the two of you are apart in any way-- it feels like there's an empty space tucked somewhere deep in his lungs that makes it difficult to breathe. and the silly thing is he doesn't even realise the difference until you're back in his arms.

it's like he can breathe comfortably again knowing you're near. the edges of his vision burst with colour, his mood brightens, and that hollow in his chest is filled to the brim with the very essence of you.

Mammon, who knows that when you're upset with him it is actually deserved, unlike with his brothers. He trusts your judgement and feelings above all others because he knows you view him fairly and kindly. It means a lot to him to have that trust.

Mommon, who never hesitates to defend you. Whenever some low level demon is threatening or mocking you, he's the first to step in. And he never holds back.

Mammon, who is always the first to realize when you aren't feeling your best. You're his human, so of course he notices these things! Whether telling you a dumb joke, bringing you a comfort food, or wrapping you in a warm hug, Mammon can always make you feel better.

Mammon, who gets flustered when you compliment him. He tries to brush it off, but you know he always craves more.

You, who are the only person Mammon will spend Grimm on. Sure, he tells you to pay for yourself whenever you ask for something. But when you gaze with your doe eyes up at him he just can't help but cave! And more often than not you return to your room to find a little golden present waiting on your bed.

You, who make Mammon greedy beyond just money. He finds himself competing for your time and affection, protecting you from any demons he deems unworthy of your gaze. You're his treasure, after all.

You, who are the only one to comfort him after a rough punishment from Lucifer or ridicule from his brothers. You're always there to pull his head onto your chest and coo calming words in his ear.

You, who always makes sure to hear his side of the story. You know it bothers him how his brothers always jump to conclusions about him, so you always ensure you're there to support him, even if you're the only one by his side.

Mammon, who doesn't know what to do with himself whenever he gets cuteness aggression over you. You're just curled on the couch scrolling on your DDD or reading a book. The soft lamplight brushes over your skin. Mammon's breath is taken away and he just can't help but rush over and scoop you into his lap. You're just his small, soft, sweet little human, after all!

You, who shuffle into his room whenever you can't sleep. It's practically a tradition at this point. Yawning sleepily, wrapped in your blanket, you slip under his warm covers into his soft embrace. He'll never stop holding you as if you're something precious. As if it's the first and last time he can.

Mammon, who will always be your first. Your first demon, your first pact, your first friend here in the devildom, and now your first love. Instead of him having to remind you all the time of being your number one and your first, you always reach out in the soft moments in between to remind him that he's all you will ever want.

Mammon, who has never said I love you.

Mammon, who wants to.

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Mammon x fem!reader

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"I do not know why you even trynna help me"

"Someone has to, apparently" you said everytime as you clean up his wounds on his face "Man couldn't Lucifer at least hang you up without a half beaten up face?"

"You really think he cares?"

You thought about it for a second, yeah he really doesn't. Though you had a really hard time believing Lucifer didn't care about his brother at all, you had overheard him say that Mammon was his favorite sibling after all that's gotta mean something...

After mammoon beat a guy up that said something that hit close to home and you cried infront of everyone and rush to the bathroom of the restaurant, the momment you stepped out it was almost like acrime scene, the guy that insulted you well... Had his face re arranged and mammon was being held back by his brothers untill you had to step in and hug him reassuring him you were fine, only then he calmed down.

Later at the house of lamentations, mammon got lectured from Lucifer and punished him by hanging him upside down like always, the brothers laughed and returned to their rooms.

It was night time and mammon was still there, you had brought rubbing alcohol and sum bandages to ease up the pain a bit. You had already cut the rope with scissors and we're currenty applying the cotton with alcohol on his face.

"Ouch!" He yelped

"Shush, or else Lucifer will find out"

The mention of his name seem to run a shiver uo his spine but quickly hid it with crossing his arms "Who cares?" He hissed "Let him hang me again, I didn't do anything wrong, all i did beat someone up"

"You rearranged their face."

"Details"

You let out a chuckle despite yourself and grabbed the badages and wrapped it around his arm. A part of you loved how much Mammon cared about you, he was an asshole at first but your happy you both learned to lean in to one another. You loved him and he loved you. You remembered the first night you told him you took his hands and told him that and broke down in tears.

"I just really hate Lucifer sometimes" he sighed "What were I supposed to do? Let them talk to you like that? Nuh uh"

"I get you but maybe Lucifer didn't want to get hurt"

"Yeah, like hell that's the reason" Mammon said "He just wanted an excuse to punish me like he always does, that's all I get from him, I tried, I really did, to be good don't cause trouble and he barely appreciates that, he only acknowledge my existence when I'm bad and bad might even be something small like defending myself or demanding respect around here" you could feel his voice hitch "Man, it's not fair..."

"Lucifer does acknowledge you" you say as you rubbed his back "If it makes it any better, I have over hear him say your his favorite brother"

"I don't give two shits about that, favorite or not I'm still being mistreated," he said as a tear slipped down his cheek "I wish people act like their words, how many people say things they mean? I'm his favorite brother? Yet he doesn't hear me, understand, or notice me."

You felt the exact pain he was describing, the one we're people say they love you but somehow they still end up mistreating you.

"Then don't chase his approval" you said "I'm telling you it will save you so much time"

"What do you know?"

"Oh, I have felt a couple hundreds time what you are expiriencing"

"Im gonna beat someone up"

"You already did."

He suddenly hugged you, nuzzling into your neck, "Man I cannot imagine you going through what I feel in a daily basis" he mumbled, "You really don't deserve that."

You hugged him back, "Bad stuff happens so we learn to be stronger, besides life blessed with all the love I ever asked for"

"Really?" He asked letting go to look at your face.

"His hugging me right now" you smiled, "And his the most caring, loving person I know"

Mammon tried his best to hold back his tears, but he end up tearing up anyways. He hugged you again, and whispered: