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Summary: Asmo hears a very interesting rumor and drags Mammon in a mission: get something from Lord Diavolo’s best butler, Barbatos!
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Asmo was not only beautiful, stealing sighs wherever he went… he was also a gossiper.
He knew the inside scoop on not only RAD, but almost the entire Devildom. Not even Satan with the thousands of acquaintances of his had as much information as Asmo did.
The Avatar of Lust was proud of this power, not only was informed with things concerning his brothers, (either to mock them or help them), but he was also aware of situations of people with whom he always had contact… Like the Demon Prince.
“What?”
“Yes! That’s what I heard from a very reliable source!”
“I don’t believe your source at all!” Mammon hissed through gritted teeth so Asmo could only hear. “First of all, Lord Diavolo can hold his liquor quite well! It’s impossible for him to get drunk!”
Asmo rolled his eyes, “I am telling you, Mammon! I have an acquaintance who was at that party and that person found out that someone gifted a bottle of a very rare Demonous to Lord Diavolo,” Asmo said, his whispers sounding like a whistle of the wind to anyone’s eae, but not to Mammon’s, who could understand him clearly.
“But it seems that there was a mistake and in fact that bottle was for Lucifer and it was enchanted with a spell to make the liquor stronger, so whoever drank it, would definitely end up drunk, and it was Lord Diavolo!”
This rumor had been going around between some selected people, Asmo was sure Satan already knew about it and that he wouldn’t feel too interesting about this, but Asmo was. Of course it was fun to know that Lord Diavolo got drunk, but there was this certain other thing that people were talking about and that was what really caught his attention:
“It is said that Lord Diavolo was so wasted that he climbed on a table and started dancing!”
That made Mammon laugh and he quickly covered his mouth to snicker into his hand, Asmo smacked him on the shoulder and continued.
“My acquaintance told me that there was a real footage of this! Do you understand? We need to get our hands on that video!”
The smile on Mammon’s face disappeared as soon as those words left Asmo’s mouth.
“W-What?”
“Think about it! Won’t you like to see Lord Diavolo like that? The always perfect and efficient Crown Prince?”
Asmo was sure he saw Grimms in Mammon’s pupils. “We’ll be rich! Imagine selling that video to all RAD!” A malicious laugh rumbled past his lips and Asmo just sighed.
He was not interested in selling the video, he actually just wanted to see such thing with his own very eyes. Lord Diavolo behaving like that? Omg, just the thought of it made him vibrate with excitement!
Neither you or Mammon ever had to mention how much you both loved lazy nights alone in his room - it was just a shared truth between you two. You didn’t have to talk about how much you loved standing in front of Mammon’s mirror, your lover behind you as he blew your post-shower wet hair dry with his blow dryer - because he knew. Mammon’s hair was just as wet since he was quick to join you in your shower, so you would surely return the favor later.
It was just after 9:00pm on a Sunday night, and it was approaching that time of the night where the House of Lamentation began to quiet - Lucifer would retreat to his study, Leviathan would start to use his headphones, Satan would quietly read in his room, Asmo would began his skin care routine, and Beel and Belphie would be happily enjoying each other’s company while munching and snoozing, respectively. As for you and Mammon, this was one of those nights where staying in and enjoying each other’s company was pure bliss compared to going out. At this hour, you could almost swear the house was empty besides you and your lover.
“Hey, ah, babe?” Mammon half-yelled over the sound of the hair dryer, craning your head a certain way to get all around your head now. “Did ya ever finish that paper for Devildom History?”
You smirked, knowing damn well where this was going. “Uh, yeah. It’s due tomorrow, Mammon.”
“Yeah, yeah, but I had that one Majolish gig, you know? Had ‘ta prepare for that too, so don’t go scolding me or anything,” he grumbled. “Besides, what do I have’ta be worried about when I got a smarty-pants lover to help me out, yeah?”
You smiled at that. “I’m not letting you cheat off my paper.”
“Oh come on! Why not? I thought ya loved me!”
“Mammon, did you forget who your older brother is?”
“Uh… no? What do ya mean by that, honey?”
“So then you do know what Lucifer will do to us bothif he finds out I let you cheat on your paper.”
“Oh come on, he ain’t gonna find out!” He chuckled at that, turning off the hairdryer and setting it down now that your hair was sufficiently dried. “I might as well just not do it, ya know. I’d probably just end up getting a zero if I tried on my own.”
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t help you,” you smiled, turning your head to smile up at him. “We’ll work on it together, okay? And give yourself more credit. You’re so much smarter than you think.”
At that, Mammon began to blush - and thank Lord Diavolo that you turned away before you could see that, but it’s not like it wasn’t expected. “You’re so perfect, treasure. Not even Grimm holds a candle to ya.”
Now it was yourturn to blush.
Mammon started to brush out your frenzied, blown-out hair with your hairbrush, soft and soothingly to avoid hurting you. With his other hand, Mammon ran his fingers through the strands of hair above your ear, tucking it behind with the gentlest of touches.
“Hey, have ya been using more of Asmo’s hair products?” he asked, his fingers running through your hair now in awe.
“Oh, yeah, Asmo got me some as an early Christmas present,” you said. “Why? Does my hair feel weird or something?”
“No, honey,” Mammon admitted, his sharp fingernails that grazed your scalp was pure bliss. “Your hair is so soft, like a cloud or something.” Mammon was quick at this point to replace your hairbrush with his own fingers, running his fingers through your hair to comb it out, but more importantly, to admire you in all your worth.
Loving small moments like these was another unspoken understanding between Mammon and you.
It was your voice that lulled Mammon out of his mini-trance. “Uh, babe? Did you want me to blowdry your hair now?”
Mammon’s hands immediately dropped, slightly embarrassed at how lost he got in simply running his fingers through your hair. “U-uh, sure, babe. Thank you.”
Because the sight of watching him turn to putty while you ranyour fingers throughhishair was just something you couldn’t wait to see.
Authors Note: I’m back on my Mammon bullshit, y’all. Ever since starting Obey Me, I keep fluctuating between Luci and Mammon being my number one, but Mammon’s been keeping me in a chokehold lately. I could go on and on as to why, but I’ll save that for another time.
Anyways, thanks for reading, y’all! I hope you enjoy! <33
If you would’ve told the Avatar of Greed a thousand years ago that he’d be frozen in place for over fifteen minutes deciding whether or not to buy the red or the blue roses for a mere human, he would’ve knocked you out cold and laughed in your face while he stole all of your Grimm.
But this, Mammon assumed, had to be the biggest decision he’s made in his lifetime.
Forced to choose between the only two colors left in the shop, Mammon was dumbfounded. Red was clearly the obvious choice to get you, since it so clearly represented everything he has ever felt about you since the second he laid his eyes on you - desire, attraction, perfection, and love. When he saw you, he felt faint from loving you so much. He could feel it in his stomach, his heart, and his soul. Such an undeniable fact it was - but showing that sort of love is easier said than done. So, back to square one.
Mammon’s eyes shifted to the blue roses as he sighed. What did the blue roses represent? Do they even have a meaning beyond something unique and fun to look at?! If there were a reason, it wasn’t coming to his attention - so he’d doubt you’d find any hidden reason behind it. You’d probably just think they were some cool, exotic Devildom flower, right? Hah! Exactly!
With about half a second of hesitation, his fingers slightly shifting to grab the red roses, he settled for the blue ones and began to check out.
Of course, Mammon wouldn’t be going through all this trouble for nothing. After you had returned to the Devildom after nearly a year of being gone once the exchange-student program ended, he had found himself more desperate for your attention - but so were his brothers. He had finally managed to score some alone time with you with a movie night in his room, and he wasn’t going to let that go to waste. Tonight was going to be unforgettable - and not a damn thing was going to get in the way of that.
“Now listen, you damn bastard,” Mammon huffed to himself as he trudged through the streets of the Devildom. “You ain’t going to screw this night up, ya hear?!” Lord Diavolo, what am I doing talking to myself?!
His palms started to sweat, and he had to physically restrain himself from gripping the bouquet or roses so he wouldn’t break them in half by the stems. But as he got closer and closer to home where you were waiting for him, he could feel his heart beating oh so rapidly in his chest.
Once he had opened the door to the House of Lamentation, he thought his heart was going to jump out of his chest. Mammon made a quick beeline for his room before any of his brothers could tease him and put more doubt into his head than he already had - he was nervous enough without that.
“Get it together, man,” Mammon groaned, “You’re TheGreat Mammon, what are ya getting so worked up over a human for, huh?! They’re gonna love everything! Of course they would! You ain’t gonna screw a thing up!”
But once Mammon opened the door to his room, he was goner.
Because there you were. His breath caught in his throat the second he saw you, and you hardly had to do a thing to provoke such a reaction. You were just sitting there on his couch, scrolling through your phone while you lazily munched on the bowl of popcorn sitting on your lap, but Mammon couldn’t help but feel that familiar fuzzy feeling in his chest that he got every time he saw you. Breathtaking.
“Hey, you!” You beamed, quickly setting your phone and bowl of popcorn down on the table as you stood and walked over to greet him. “I was totally going to finish the popcorn if you hadn’t come sooner, you know… wait, do I sound like Beel?”
“Hey, no mentioning my brothers tonight! You’re mine, you hear? Tonight, I mean…” Mammon could feel his cheeks burning already, and he had half a mind to wipe it away like it was physically possible. “Anyways, I uh…” Mammon hesitantly extended the bouquet of blue roses out to you, hoping to Lord Diavolo that your eyes wouldn’t catch his fingers trembling. “I got ya these flowers, MC… I-I wanted tonight to be special, because… you’re special to me, and I’m real glad you’re back home, you know? Back where you belong. So… here. Take ‘em, I got ‘em just for you.”
Mammon watched your mouth gape open in awe, and he couldn’t miss the sparkle in your eyes for the world. Once again, Mammon felt faint with how crazy in love with you he was. He sure as hellmissed that look in your eyes, and he could hardly believe that he missed it for almost a year without dropping dead.
“Oh, Mammon, these are beautiful! You got these for me?” you grinned from ear to ear, now trying your hardest not to blush like a madman. “They’re gorgeous, thank you so much! But I didn’t get you anything, you should’ve told me we were exchanging gifts!”
“Hey now, it ain’t like that! You don’t have to get me a thing, okay?” The Avatar of Greed, not asking for something in return? Your existence is enough of a gift, MC. “I… I hope you like that they’re blue, MC. I know they ain’t traditional or anything, but… I saw them and I thought of ya.”
You grinned up in awe at him. “I love blue.”
Mammon’s mouth curved into the biggest grin. “I love you, too, MC.”
Now wait a damn minute.
Except you didn’t say “I love you”.
THE FUCK DID I SAY ABOUT SCREWING UP, HUH?!
And now, Mammon felt like he could drop dead.
If Mammon wasn’t blushing before, he was on fire now - and it was impossible to hide. “Now - wait! Ya didn’t hear what ya think ya heard, okay? I said ‘I love blue’ too, alright! Don’t go twisting my words around in that puny little human brain of yours, ya hear? Hey! Stop smiling at me like that, I said-”
Before Mammon could say another word, you pulled the Avatar of Greed down until his lips were on yours - without warning, and without thinking twice about it. But it was right. Oh, it was so right . Mammon needed your breath as much as he needed his own, because your lips felt like home. Your lips against his was where they belonged, where they needed to be, and Mammon swore he could stay like this for forever and ever.
Suddenly, Mammon’s little screw up didn’t feel like such a bad thing anymore.
Pulling away from the kiss, you rested your forehead against his and smiled. “Let’s just watch the movie now, okay?”
Mammon couldn’t believe he was able to force any words out of his mouth, but yet he prevailed. “Ya gonna kiss me like that and think I’ll be paying any attention to the damn movie? How cruel of ya, MC.”
How cruel indeed.
But luckily for Mammon, the movie was oh so quickly forgotten about.
**
Fun fact: Blue roses are often symbolized with both true love, and unrequited love. I thought this was fitting because Mammon’s lack of confidence around MC probably comes from thinking his love is unrequited, but also because Mammon’s love for MC is just so pure and true. So without thinking about it, the blue was such a better choice, you think? <3
Content Warning:NSFW (minors DO NOT interact), vaginal sex, semi-public elevator sex, dirty talk, cumming inside, and unprotected sex.
Word Count:0.7k+
Authors Note:I deeply apologize for the lack of writing lately, and again that this is such a short blurb - I’ve been having a pretty shitty month that’s taken away most of my inspiration writing-wise, but I still wanted to get something out in the meanwhile.
Anyways, thanks for reading, y’all! I hope you enjoy!
It wasn’t uncommon for Mammon to take you like this - without warning from the heat of the moment, expensive clothing ripped at the seams in a rushed effort to get you both undressed quicker, and hungry hands clawing at each other’s skin as he railed into you unforgivingly. In fact, it was more common than ever for Mammon to pull you into a random room in the house or school and fuck you in any way that he pleased - but this, you both knew, was different. It was animalistic, even.
To put it mildly, Mammon struck gold. From poker to blackjack to the slot machines, he was quite literally rolling in Grimm, and he felt as if his sin had never been so satisfied in his entire life. A Friday night at the casino turned into one of the best nights of his life, and he was all too convinced that it had everything to do with your presence. With your gentle hand in his, squeezing it for reassurance as he called out all the right moves and laid down the perfect cards, it was almost a given that his luck would never run out. Not with you at his side.
So, it’s not like Mammon could wait to kiss you so feverishly on the elevator ride up to your hotel room. The elevator door hadn’t even been closed before his hands were cemented on your waist and your legs were wrapped around his waist like it was the only place you belonged. Within seconds, your dress was hiked up to your stomach and Mammon’s slacks were around his ankles as he thrusted inside of you in one brutal go against the elevator wall, needing to feel the warmth in your slick walls the same way he needed air.
“You look so good like this, human,” Mammon couldn’t hide the big fat grin forming on his lips while he pressed them against your neck, the pleasured cries escaping yours sounding like music to his ears as you wept into his shoulder. “So pretty on The Great Mammon’s cock, huh?”
Mammon’s pace was unforgiving and relentless as he continued to fuck you into your tight hole, his smile turning into a smirk as he unexpectedly pulled back and then snapped his hips forward, slamming into you roughly without warning. It was impossible to hide that beautiful moan that escaped your lips.
“That’s my good girl,” his lips traveled to yours, his teeth tugging at your bottom lip now. The taste he found from it made him feel like a goddamn winner all over again. “That’s my very good girl.”
As Mammon continued to fuck you all the way to the next weekend, he couldn’t held but consider how lucky he was in this very moment. For winning thousands of Grimm in one night and satisfying his sin, of course - that’s a given, after all. But that wasn’t why the Avatar of Greed was feeling so lucky right about now. His greed was never limited to just money and gold, after all - at least not until you walked into the Devildom all that time ago. It wasn’t enough to simply have you around, or that you chose him over all of his brothers - Mammon wanted you every second of every hour, in any way that he could take you, as long as you would have him in return. To have you is to be the luckiest being in all of the three realms.
Within minutes, the coil inside of you both snapped as you shattered both in and against each other. Mammon coated your walls with thick layers of cum as he silenced your moans with a kiss that both defined you and consumed you, a kiss that said everything the two of you had ever felt about each other.
Mammon held you as tightly as possible as you both rode out the wave of your high - your blissful, perfect high. Slowly, the demon eased out of you and wrapped his arms around the small of your back, pressing your body as close to his as possible in a desperate attempt to have you as close as possible. If he could have it his way, there wouldn’t be a square inch of his skin that wasn’t covered by you.
“My beautiful treasure,” he cooed into your cheek, his own heating up in a crimson red now. “I love you so much, my beautiful human. I’m the luckiest demon in all of the Devildom.”
Authors Note: As always, thank you for the request! To answer your question - no, requests do not cost money, nor will they ever. Because of that, requests are done at my own time and if/when I find the inspiration to write them, but I will never charge money for requests.
If you weren’t so goddamn adorable and completely impossible to hate, Mammon would’ve cursed you for even making him consider missing a Saturday night at Caesars Palace. But alas, even with your stuffed-up nose and slight fever, Mammon somehow stillfound you hard to say no to.
Of course, he did still manage to say no to you, though only Lord Diavolo knows how hard that was. A Saturday night in Las Vegas with a more than generous sum on his human-realm credit card is hardly something that you can reject.
“C-Come on, human, you understand why I can’t stay, don’t ya?!” Mammon practically begged you to understand, allowing himself to sit on the very edge of your bed, desperately wishing he could peel his eyes off of your sad, human little body stuffed under a hundred blankets with a box of tissues by your bed before he felt any worse about the situation. “It’s Vegas, MC! Come on, don’t tell me you expect The Great Mammon to miss out on it! Besides, did’ja really think I wouldn’t spend my winnings on ya? I’ll take you out on a night in town once you’re feeling like yourself again! I promise ya!”
After an unexpected sniffle, you sighed. Honestly, you couldn’t lie and say it didn’t sting that Mammon was choosing a night out over you, because it did hurt. A part of you didn’t want to fault him - he’s the Avatar of Greed, so you can’t really blame him for giving into his sin, but still. It hurts. If he’s so willing to go against Lucifer’s wishes to take care of you while you’re ill to go out and gamble instead, then you weren’t going to argue with something that he was so clearly set on.
“Mammon, it’s fine,” you inwardly groaned at how weak and pathetic you sounded just then, and how it was practically a lie, but he said nothing about either. “It’s not a big deal, I promise. You got six other brothers who can help me if I need anything. I’m holding you to that night out once I’m better, though.”
“Six other broth-!” Mammon began to argue - the idea of any one of his brothers taking care of his human in your time of need beginning to make him feel sick. However, you had just given him permission to bail, so he decided to bite his tongue at that. “I knew that you’d understand, MC! I promise ya that we’ll have a glamorous night out, anywhere you like. Ristorante Six even! I swear on ya!”
While that did sound nice, you were still disappointed. “Yeah, okay then.”
Mammon offered a warm smile before standing up, straightening up your comforter where he sat and then raising the edge of it and tucking you in. “Hey! Don’t you worry - not one bit. I’ll be back in no time. Don’t go dying on me or anything, because I won’t forgive ya if you do. So… get some sleep, and take your medicine. Okay?”
You smiled back at him before closing your eyes, not really wanting to be awake to think about this anymore. “Okay, Mammon. Good luck tonight.”
Shit, shit, shit - Mammon needed to get out of there now.
Mammon turned his heel and walked out of your room before he could dwell on his decision any further. He closed your door softly and then headed back toward his room where he would be entering the portal from the Devildom to the human realm, but his mind was just about everywhere else - like how helpless you looked under half a dozen blankets, or how fragile your voice sounded when you spoke, or how you looked like a kicked puppy when he told you he wasn’t going to take care of you, or how -
“Fuck, what are you doing, dude?!,” Mammon whispered through gritted teeth, practically stomping down the hall together, “Pull yourself together, damn it!” If he couldn’t pull himself together right before his big night over some weak, little human, then how the Devildom was he ever going to win big tonight?!
But then he thought about one of the last things you said right before he left - “You got six other brothers who can help me if I need anything.” , and that made Mammon silently seethe. He didn’t wantany of his brothers taking care of you. He’s your first demon after all, and the one who was sworn to look after you and protect your life by any means necessary. The thought of Satan running you a bath or Beel making you soup almost made him sick himself, or if Lucifer himself came to your rescue because Mammon had failed you.
So, and without even really thinking about it, Mammon turned around and made a beeline for the kitchen. Within a few minutes, there he was, dressed to impress in cuffed black pants and a white button down with a credit card with thousands of dollars on it in his wallet, making canned soup for the human on the other side of the wall who metaphorically brought him to his very knees.
“Damn it, MC,” Mammon sighed, leaning against the counter while he waited for the soup to heat up on the stove. “What are you doing to me?”
**
When Mammon knocked on your door about fifteen minutes later, you expected it to be Levi, who you had texted and asked to bring you something to drink shortly after Mammon left.
“L-Levi?” your cracking voice attempted to shout out.
“Seriously, MC? You chose that otaku to take care of ya while I’m gone?!” Mammon scolded you behind a closed door. “You can’t be thatdumb, human. You know what, I’m coming in!”
Youalmostdidn’t believe that Mammon was behind the door until he was suddenly in your room with a bowl of what you presumed to be soup with one hand, and a cup of tea in the other - but lo and behold, there he was. Before you could respond, in typical Mammon fashion, he was already gloating in your ear.
“That’s right - your eyes ain’t deceiving ya - I choose youover making some bank! So you better be appreciative!” Mammon began, setting your soup and tea down on your nightstand. Now looking down at you with arms crossed, he continued his little rant. “You think Levi’s gonna take care of ya like I can? He probably hasn’t even checked his phone in hours cause he’s bingeing on some anime of his, I guarantee ya… Anyways, I’m your first man, and I don’t want you to rely on anybody ‘cept me, okay? The Great Mammon will take care of you whenever you need it, so… just, slap some sense into me next time I pull a dick move like that again, okay?”
You could hardly contain your smile. “I promise.”
Mammon couldn’t hide his blush even if he tried. “But you gotta promise me you’re not gonna get sick on me like this again - ‘cause I’m gonna be realmad at you if you make me miss Vegas again! I-In fact, you’re coming with me next time! Now, where’s your laptop? The Great Mammon’s gonna watch something with ya while you eat.”
You smiled and pointed to your desk, where Mammon promptly grabbed it while you shot Levi a quick ‘never-mind’ text. One he grabbed it, he crawled into your bed beside you and situated your laptop on his lap, now causing youto blush as he pulled you to his side.
“Wait, Mammon, I don’t want you to get sick, too,” you began to argue. “Maybe you shouldn’t get too close.”
“Ha! You think your human diseases have any effect on a great and powerful demon like me?” Mammon scoffed, slowly bringing your soup to his chest. “I’m hurt, ya know? Now… shut up and eat your soup, human. I need you to get better before I… start freaking out about losing ya, or something…”
Saying that last part a little bit too quietly and hoping that you wouldn’t hear it, Mammon slowly shoved a spoon of soup to your mouth, holding it steady and close to your lips for you to sip whenever you were ready.
If somebody would’ve told you a few months ago that the Avatar of Greed would be feeding soup to you, a snot-nosed human, instead of gambling until his heart was content at one of his favorite places in the world, then you would’ve told them they are absolutely and utterly insane.
The night continued like that, with Mammon feeding you and raising your cup of tea to your lips, being mindful of the heat of both and being ever so careful not to spill any on your or your blanket. Once you were done with your meal, Mammon propped himself lower onto the bed and pulled you closer to his side, hoping to Diavolo that you wouldn’t look up at his flaming red cheeks as he wrapped a tight and protective arm around you as he kept his eyes locked and glued on the laptop screen, absentmindedly playing with the ends of your hair. Some show that you picked out was playing, but Mammon couldn’t bring himself to give a damn about even the title of it with your hand balled up on his chest like that.
“M-Mammon?” you muttered lazily against his chest, close to letting exhaustion consume you.
Mammon looked down at you. “Yeah? What is it, MC?”
You smiled into his shirt and closed your eyes, before saying one final thing before you let slumber become you, “Thank you for taking care of me, Mammon. I appreciate you more than you’ll ever know.”
If Mammon’s cheeks were flaming red before, then oh shit, they’re on fire now .
By that point, Mammon had concluded three things:
You look absolutely adorable when you fall asleep on his chest, even when you’re sick.
The next time that an opportunity presents itself to go to Las Vegas, he better be making some goddamn bankto make up for what he missed tonight.
He would always look after you and protect you from anything bad that ever came your way, and that he would rather die than fail you ever again.
