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wepsi · 2 years

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Eyes on the road Mammon(smut)

Gender neutral reader, established relationship

Tw: 69, car sex, public sex, exhibitionism, riding, power struggle

Scenario: Lucifer finally releases Goldie from captive, and Mammon decides to take you to the human world and show you a good time!

"The waves on the beach were killer today!"

"Haha just don't splash me like that again!"

"Say, I'm starvin, let's go grab a bite real quick."

There was soft music playing on the radio, and the sun was setting, the beautiful colors decorating the sky. Mammon was driving laxly with one hand on the steering wheel and the other draped over the seat. Occasionally glancing at you and flashing a toothy grin. With his white hair flying in the wind, and tan skin illuminated by the sunset. He looked so handsome, and each glance sent butterflies to your stomach. You've been dating for a while now but he still makes your heart flutter with each glance your way.

With your hand resting on his thigh a wicked idea emerged in your mind. You creep your hand up his thigh, earning a questioning look from Mammon but he also has to pay attention to the road. You sneak your hand finally to the forming bulge.

"Oi! What are you doing!?"

"You want me to stop?"

a evil smile on your face

"I..I never said that!"

You fondle his member through the shorts, making him hold his breath while trying to concentrate, nearly missing his turn. You tell him to continue to drive to the fast food place, and have no intention of stopping. The sun is set by the time you reach the joint, but his cock was definitely not set. Mammon knew not to question you, and decided not to say anything about your hand torturing him.

With the angle on the car and the sky being dim there was no way the lady at the window could see, but the thrill is still exhilarating. Mammon pulls up to the mic and tries to order, but his words were stammering and his face was getting even redder because of it. You calmly place your order, and inch your hand under his waistband.

Mammon pulls up to the window to get the food, his heart is beating so much he thought he might die. Your hand is now firmly grabbing his unclothed length. You strategically pump as he was grabbing the food and had it between the window and the car and almost drops it. You take your hand away, and make him wait impatiently after turning him on.

Mammon speeds off definitely not the speed limit after getting the food, finding a remote corner on the beach. The sun has almost completely set, and just about everyone has packed up their things and gone home. He climbs on top of you in the passenger seat and flustered,

"Oi, what was that all about!"

"Because I love teasing you baby boy."

"Well then you better be prepared, my treasure!"

Mammon clashes his mouth into yours, and starts roaming his hands on you. Pushing a piece of hair behind your ear, brushing his hands past the back of your neck, circling to your chest to give your stiff nipples a flick. Then down to your ribs and thighs which he gave a squeeze. Because there wasn't enough space, he throws you over his shoulder and puts you in the back seats of the car.

Did he forget who was in charge? You get on top of him instead, and clash your mouth onto his, nibbling his lip and dancing with his tongue. This time it was your turn to feel him up, you immediately went for his delicious chest, and gave his nipples a tug which made him moan in your mouth. What can you say his chest is full on displayed. You trance your hands down to his firm abs, tracing them with your finger. Hands finally roam down towards his crotch but his hand grabs onto your wrist.

"Don'tcha think you've played enough baby?"

Mammon sits up and easily picks you up, he is a demon after all, and rotates you so your parts was at his face,and your legs caging his head, he pulls at your bikini strings on the side and your bottoms fall off, he licks a streak up your crotch and starts to please you. Mammon pulls away a second to say,

"D..dd..do m...me too."

You oblige and pull his throbbing length out, and start sucking, struggling because of the position. It tasted slightly salty from the ocean, with the sweat and muskiness he tasted intoxicating. Mammon expertly licks you, causing you to whimper and wiggle, and clamp your thighs around his head. Reaching your limit, you struggle out and push Mammon to lay on the car seats, straddling him. You line him up with your entrance, not being able to wait anymore and have to have him right this instance. You sink down onto him, earning a satisfied sigh from both of you.

Between his precum and saliva it was sliding in and out with ease, he grabs your ass and helps you with relieving himself, The rhythm almost matching the music that was still playing on the radio,

"What if someone sees us, goldie?"

"So what Mammon, let them see, I'm yours."

"T.t..tt..that's right! Your the great Mammon's! I hope they see how good I can please you."

"Oh my devildom! Mammon it feels so good, you're doing such a good job!"

Fueled by the praise, Mammon holds onto your waist and starts thrusting up into you. Both of you moaning loudly now, without the restraint of one of the brothers hearing,

"You feel so good baby!"

With the sweet words and the excitement of possibility of being seen, combined with the car and the love of all your worlds, you quickly reach climax, beckoning Mammon to join.

"Cum with me Mammon, be my good boy."

You throw your head back, and with your walls spasming around him Mammon cums up into you, with the cum spilling out of you. You fall over onto him of exhaustion, riding isn't always easy. Mammon cuddles you sweetly, nuzzling his face into your hair and smelling the faint salt from the sea, then panics

"Ah shoot! We can't get any cum on these nice leather seats!"

He scrambles up to clean both of you up, but don't worry he'll be pleasing you all night at the hotel ;)

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curatoroffiction · 2 years

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Seductive Speechcraft Midterms Part 3

Mammon's your partner, and he hits you with everything he's got.

Notes:

This chapter ended up going a little deep because Mammon really doesn't seem like a good manipulator in my mind. I wanted to showcase his talent and strength as a demon, but also stick true to how I see him as a character. I had a lot of thoughts while writing this chapter, but I wanted to end it on a fluffier note, so I promise this isn't an angst piece. ----- First Chapter -----

Chapter 3: Mammon’s Magnetism

You return from your break and go to change out your book for a new prop. You think for a moment. You'd like to free-wheel this one, so you don't take a prompt. This time, you'll just play yourself. For that, you decide your prop of choice is going to be a water bottle. You move to stand up, beginning to stretch, and you motion for the teacher to call in the next student.

You hear the door open, followed by a high-pitched squeak, and a very familiar stammering. You glance up at the source of the sounds to see Mammon standing in the doorway. His face is hot with embarrassment as he sees who he has to seduce. You smirk and return to your stretching, pretending not to notice him. He admires you as you stretch and for a moment, forgets why he's here.

He takes so long to move that the teacher clears her throat, causing Mammon to jump into action. He comes up to you and whistles. You slowly look up from your stretching and give him a 'Really..? What the hell?' expression.

".. Did you just whistle at me?"

"Yeah. Y-yer.. Uh. ..." Your eyes catching his flusters him. "... Ahh fuck- I'm so sorry I'm jus' bein' an idiot."

You briefly remember you're supposed to avoid eye contact if you can, so you chuckle from his response and return to your stretching. "Y'know, this isn't a show. You're either here to talk, or you've gotta go. There something you want?"

"Go out with me." Mammon throws it out there, and you briefly wonder if he forgot the assignment. You pause in your stretching to size him up. He continues, putting his hands up like he's surrendering. "Look, I'm seein' that look in yer eye - Yer thinkin' that I ain't shit- But'cha see," He puts his pointer fingers and thumbs up in a square and closes one eye as he looks through the frame at you. "I've got a special ability that you don't know about."

You smirk softly, raising an eyebrow. You stand up straight now, no longer stretching. "Oh? And what's that special ability?" You cross your arms looking him up and down again.

"I can tell ya' the worth of anythin' just by lookin' at it. I've got a great eye fer riches."

"What's the worth of this, then?" You hold up your water bottle as a test.

"Priceless. Y'see, because, well..." He starts losing his gusto as he tries to force himself to say it. "..

It's touched yer lips."

He practically glares at you, like you're making him say this as a lost bet. You don't know if he's angry or flustered at a glance at his face, but you know by the way he's fiddling with his hands that he's definitely on edge.

You pause, soaking in his corny line and how angry he looked after having to say it. You bust out laughing and he gets loses his cool entirely, burying his face in his hands. You put a hand to your chest and double over as you just continue to laugh heartily at his attempt at seduction. "Okay well, we can cross off that you're cute. Are you actually interested in me? Or are you just playing games?" You calling him cute, you swear you almost saw smoke coming out of his ears. He shakes his head and tries to recompose himself.

"Alright, here's the deal - I see promise in ya'. I can see the worth of somethin' by just lookin' at it, and by lookin' at you, I know I'm lookin' at someone amazing." His demeanor shifts from embarrassed as you start to get a glimpse of a side of him you rarely ever see. He's over his initial nerves, and is now in the 'selling his grift' phase of trying to get your soul. "And someone amazing deserves a lot more than you got, yeah?"

You raise an eyebrow, now unfolding your arms to rest your hand on your hip. The other hand holding the water bottle. He has your attention, but does he have your trust? "And what exactly do you think I deserve?"

"Diamonds. Gold. You're carryin' plastic around to drink from, when it SHOULD be stainless steel! Or crystal!" He comes alongside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, and uses his magic to conjure up imagery of said riches. It's obviously magic at the sight of it, the way the images appear out of nowhere. They sparkle and dazzle and almost look like they're comprised of stars. "You're wearin' duds, when you could be covered in the finest clothes we've ever seen!" He conjures up an image of you in expensive lounge clothes, and his cheeks burn quietly at the sight. He pulls away from you.

You blink, a little starstruck from the idea of being surrounded by such expensive things. ".. Okay, so either I'm on drugs, or you're not normal. What the hell was that?"

"Just a taste of the kinda power I can bring to the table." Mammon shifts into his demon form, grinning. "You and me, we could be a team up for the ages. I'm a powerful demon, you're a human with one helluva soul, let me show you what you deserve."

You feel his magical influence for the first time since he started. Your mind floods with images of you clad in expensive clothes that fit you perfectly. Your favorite styles, you'd finally be able to wear them all. The images of expensive houses and finery, cars, every electronic your heart has ever yearned for. Every getting-rich-fantasy you've ever had begins playing in your mind. Every craft supply and hobby you've ever yearned for, every tool and machinery you've never had the money to get your hands on..

And you feel it, your heart aching with greed.

You want it all.

Mammon's influence is intense, powerful, and overwhelming. Even though you know it's a trick, and even though you know it's his influence, you can't help but feel.... safe. Like he'd never hurt you or lie to you. Every alarm bell in your head quickly quieted as you can imagine him beside you in stores, paying for everything you've ever even slightly fancied.

And the safety that envelopes you is a sense of financial security. A sense of independence. A sense that he might be bringing the power, but you're the one in control.

Mammon isn't the second brother for no reason. His power is overwhelming.

You can feel his grin as he looks to you with his dazzling blue-gold eyes. Like a promise that everything he's saying is true and more. You really have to avert your eyes, and the only way you can is to close them. You begin breathing carefully, trying to find some semblance of your own thoughts amidst the torrent of magic influencing you.

It's hard to regain your footing when he's so clearly swept your feet out from under you. You feel like.. just hearing him out will get you exactly what you've wanted in life. Every desire, fulfilled. Every need, met. Every hunger, fed. You manage to croak out a thought. ".. You've put me under a spell of sorts."

Mammon smirks. He can tell you're trying your hardest to recollect yourself, so he leans into it. What you thought was sweeping you off your feet was just a taste test. "I just wanted to show you what you can achieve if you work with me." You can feel his entire influence dripping away. The thoughts of riches no longer fill your mind as he steps further away, giving you a little distance. "You've got a soul, and I want it. I'd be willing to give you anything you want, put you in the driver's seat, make you everything you've ever wanted to be, give you everything you could ever want, just to get my hands on it. The deal's pretty sweet - You live your whole life the way you want to from here on out, me bankrolling the whole thing and pulling the strings to get'cha what you want, and then your soul's mine. .....” There’s a pause. As though waiting for you to speak, but when nothing comes, he continues; “Of course... " He continues to step away, slowly, his back turned to you. The second part of his influence begins to take its toll on you. "If you're not interested, I can find someone else with a shiny soul and give them a try."

And with every step, you feel yourself losing your grasp on that dream. Like if you let him get away from you, you're missing out on the chance of a lifetime. Oh this is a tricky influence. You think to yourself, as you can feel the way your emotions flurry in a panic in response. It reminds you of the kind of desperation you see when he bets- The desperation to have it all, and the fear of losing everything you have if you don't take that leap.

For one moment, he gives you a glimpse of the world, and then he slowly rips it away from you the longer you take to agree.

Your mind is screaming with the fear that you're going to miss out. That this is the only chance you'll ever have to get this. Everything you've ever worked for begins to turn to ash in your memories. You can see how palpably useless your efforts are when it comes to the fickle whims of the world. Hard work doesn't matter when you can lose everything in an instant, and people who've never worked a day in their lives can get everything just the same. You feel the futility of playing by the rules of the game. You feel a desire- No, an itch to cheat the game yourself. To steal everything you desire with your own two hands.

In contrast to the excitement you felt moments prior, this fear is the real danger to you in this moment. The fear of regret.

It's almost enough to make you forget that he's the one making you feel this.

Almost.

You force yourself to turn away from him and begin to leave. As you do, his influence screams in your ear that you're losing out on the deal of a lifetime, that you're losing everything, that you will be nothing if you walk away. "Nice try. I think you went a little too hard on the sell though. I don't trust you."

Mammon turns to see you walking away and your words hit him heavily. His heart sinks and you can feel his influence completely remove itself from you as he follows after you. "Okay, I'm done with this test- I don't give a shit if I fail. ___? ___?? You don't really not trust me, yeah?? Awwh fuck I shouldn't'a gone so hard-" He starts muttering and you turn to look to him as his influence of fear completely washes off of you.

It takes a moment to normalize emotionally after that, but you relax as you're back to feeling like yourself. His magic no longer trying to pry you out of your shell, all that's left is the bubbling warmth of hearing your panicked friend who loves you deeply apologizing repeatedly.

You can't help but to smile as he starts panicking that he's hurt you or bothered you, checking you all over to make sure you're okay. Upon seeing your smile, he tugs you into a tight hug and buries his face in your neck, where you can feel the way he shudders against you. You give him a hug in return as he mutters repeated apologies to you, begging you to forgive him for doing what he did for the sake of the test. Patting his back, you laugh at him. "Mammon, Mammon, I was playing a part. I know you would never hurt me."

"GOOD BECAUSE I WOULDN'T. I'D RATHER FAIL THAN HURT YOU. FUCK THIS TEST, I'M NEVER DOIN' THAT AGAIN. FAIL ME, I DON'T CARE." He becomes almost aggressive towards the teacher with his words, but he's not leaving you, protectively scooping you in close, wanting to make you feel better.

You bubble with laughter as the demon clutches to you in a tight hug, refusing to let go. You look to the teacher who shakes her head with a small smile. It's cute, but it also means the scene is over.

Once you've helped Mammon calm down, and you've reassured him that you're okay, and that you're not actually upset with him, and he hasn't actually lost your trust, he's able to finally give some of his attention to the teacher, who clears her throat and begins going through her notes.

"___, how did it feel while you were under his influence?"

"It felt like I could see everything I wanted within my grasp, and if I let him leave, I'd lose it all. It felt very overtly manipulative." Your words make Mammon feel guilty, but you just gently give his hand a squeeze, reassuring him that you know he wouldn't ever actually try to hurt you like that. You're a sturdy person, and you knew he used his influence because that's what he was supposed to do for the scene, not because he actually wanted to manipulate you.

"Now, see, manipulation tactics should be light and less obvious. Mammon, you're going to want to work on not being so heavy-handed with your techniques. You want the human to doubt themselves. You want them to wonder "Is this my own insecurity?" rather than "Is he doing something to me?" You lost the soul because they lost trust in you, because your manipulation was too obvious." She nods with her notes, beginning to read through again. "Also, you'll want to work on your approach a lot more. It worked this time, but your attempt to engage the human leaves much to be desired, and could easily be off-putting if you're not careful."

Mammon scowls and looks off to the side. He doesn't even want to be here anymore. He just wants to pick you up and carry you away. His hand squeezes at yours, and you can feel the way he bounces in his place next to you, how antsy he is to get away.

The teacher continues. "___, good job on starting to avoid eye contact. Closing your eyes was a good last resort, but you'll still want to work on avoiding that altogether if you can. Overall, you were successful in seeing through his techniques of manipulation and successfully removing yourself. I understand that you don't have magic, so it's harder for you to block out the influences of demons, but there are still meditative techniques that can help a lot with bolstering your natural abilities to see through deception and re-ground yourself. I think for you, my only feedback is to just continue to strengthen your resolve and avoid eye-contact." She smiles and nods, motioning that Mammon can leave now.

Except Mammon starts pulling you with him. "We're takin' a lunch break!" He calls out to the teacher, who just shakes her head with a smile. She was going to have you take a break after such an intense scene anyway.

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Mammon walks you to the cafeteria, where he buys you anything you want on the menu and sticks to you like glue. He's so terrified that you'll see his love and warmth as a form of manipulation after seeing him work hard in a grift for a human soul that he wants to remind you of who he is. You two go to sit in a nice secluded area by the garden, where he holds you as you eat, his face buried in your shoulder as he hugs you from behind. You know he needs the closeness too, so you don't mind letting him stay so close. You do make him eat too, though. You lean back against him and let him know that you can and will still lean on him.

".. I really am sorry."

"You've apologized a lot."

"Yeah, but, I never should'a done that to you.

You're not just some human-

you're YOU!"

"Mammon, are you forgetting that within two minutes of meeting me, you threatened to eat me?" Mammon sputters, shifting from burying himself in your neck to looking over your shoulder at your body language, nervously looking for an answer to the swirling questions in his mind. Do you see him as a monster? Do you see him as a threat? Are you scared of him now?

You just smile warmly and continue; "You've never tried to hide who or what you are from me. THAT'S how I know that your testing persona wasn't who you are. You are straightforward and loud and proud about your intentions. You always have been. I've never once doubted what you think of me or how you treat me. You're a bad liar."

You can feel the way his arms tighten around you as he hugs you. "... I don't ever wanna be the person who makes you feel worthless." He buries his head back in your neck as he mumbles against you. "... You're

way

too precious to me.." You can feel how hot his face is against your skin, how he hugs you. There's no magical influence with these words, it's just Mammon, showing you who he is and will always be for you. Showing you just how much you mean to him. His fear of making you feel like you're anything less than amazing is just enough to make him speak earnestly in a way he'd typically be too embarrassed to.

You decide to tease him a little. "I know. You're super shit at making people trust you." You grin, rubbing his forearms. "That's how I know that my trust in you is real, and I don't ever have to doubt it for a second. You'd have been too shitty at keeping it up if it was fake."

He grips you by your waist in a hug and blows raspberries against your neck because he knows you're insulting him, but he couldn't be happier with it. You laugh throwing an elbow back at him and you two grapple a little like that until you go back to cuddling and eating your lunches together.

It's hard for Mammon to peel himself away from you when it's time for you to go back to your midterms. He gives you one last big hug, squeezing you close.

Mammon's great at seduction, but terrible at manipulation. Manipulation may be something he's meant to perfect as a demon, but it doesn't seem like it's something he'll ever really get the hang of. Which is fine by you, because you prefer when he's more honest anyway.

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Chapter End

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Chapters:

- Chapter 1 (Setting The Scene)

- Chapter 2 (Satan’s Seduction)

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If you enjoyed this piece, I have a continued series for it over here, and lots of other pieces of writing:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39921414/chapters/100141443

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leifcknsobs · 2 years

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HUMAN MAMMON AU except it's incorrect quotes PART 2

Marco: Where we goin?

Belphegor: I'm taking you home.

Marco: This ain't the way to me fuckin house, Belphegor.

Belphegor: Oh, no.

Marco: Wha?

Belphegor: We're going to our home. My home.

context: belphegor visits marco. then they hung out till dawn. then belphegor proposes that he'll drive em home. then after a while, this conversation happens.

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turtleybeachin · 2 years

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Devil's☆Fortune

(AO3 has real cute formatting to feast your eyes on with demojis and everything.)

A story about what happens after the in-game text between Asmodeus and Mammon titled "Fortune-Telling".

Mammon is (not!) worried about why the exchange student wants to talk to him so badly after Asmo teases him about the last few times his Devil's Fortune said he'd have bad luck. Not wanting to risk the (very slight!) possibility that he might have bad luck with *them*, he spends the day very smoothly avoiding their company. Can he make it to midnight?

PAIRING: Mammon x Gender Neutral Main Character RATING: PG for language WORD COUNT: 3753 FEATURES: Fluff, Standard Brotherly Shenanigans, Humor, all the brothers to some degree

Asmodeus: Did you see today's Devil's☆Fortune?

Mammon: What're ya talkin' about?

Asmodeus: The program they broadcast in the morning!

Mammon: I ain't asked for that. I'm askin' about today's fortune-telling!

Asmodeus: -evil giggling demoji-

Mammon: What?!

Asmodeus: Didn't some RAD students get you all drenched with the water hose the other day? You know, after it said you had bad luck.

Mammon: That was just an accident!

Asmodeus: And before that, you also had a devil crush mango thrown at you when it said you had bad luck, no?

Mammon: I'm tellin' ya it has nothin' to do with that stupid fortune-tellin'!

Asmodeus: And before that when it said you had bad luck, you lost so badly at a casino, people were rolling over the ground laughing, if I remember correctly.

Mammon: I'm tellin' ya it's all a coincidence!

Mammon: What did it say about today?

Asmodeus: -whistling demoji-

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Damnit! Man, not another crappy day! Nah, this ain't going to happen to him, no way. In fact, just to prove himself right, Mammon pulls out his D.D.D. to go place some guaranteed winning bets on the races today. There's no way he loses there, and that'll prove the whole stupid fortune show a hoax.

"Mams? Mammon, hey, knock knock!" a familiar voice calls from the other side of his bedroom door.

Any other day, any other time, he'd be flinging his door open to let his human come in and hang before they head to classes together. It's practically routine at this point, like the day ain't actually started until they see each other and agree on the shared vibe. His bad moods are theirs, and their stressed mornings are his to fix.

But today?! Not that he believes those dumb fortunes mean shit, but in the very slim possibility there is in fact a trend there, he can't risk it today! What if he does something stupid, or pisses them off, or makes a fool of himself in front of them?!

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My Human: Hey, Mammon?

My Human: Mammon, it's me at your door.

My Human: I wanted to talk to you. Please?

My Human: Mammon, I can see you reading my messages.

My Human: Can we walk to RAD together?

Mammon: Sorry human, already left. Ya gotta be quicker than that if ya wanna spend time with The Great Mammon!

My Human: Oh, okay. Well, let's have lunch together today. Just the two of us.

My Human: My treat.

My Human: .... Mammon??

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Well shit. Now he has to find a way out of his room without the human seeing him climb through a window to sprint down the street. And a new plan for lunch that is more important than hanging out with them. Which! Obviously is any plan, because The Great Mammon definitely always has better things to do than spend time with some smelly human.

Which is a good thing because if his stupid fortune was right, they are probably wanting to call him a scummy moron and tell him to get his toothbrush and charger and spare hoodie and favorite slippers out of their room and leave them alone forever. Shiiiiiiiit.

"Yooohoooo~" an unwelcome voice coos outside his door, and he hears his human respond to Asmodeus with their ever-present gentle amusement. They really don't have to be so accommodating, especially of Asmodeus. Don't they know he's just going to try to take advantage of that? If anyone should be walking them to campus, it's him, he's their first demon and--!

And damn that stupid fortune crap. He listens as his brother chatters happily, flirting at his human and urging them along, and complimenting how soft their hand is?! Grrrrr...

Only one thing to do now, though: get to RAD before them, without being seen by them. Last thing he needs is them thinking they caught him in a lie. It's a good thing he never much cared to have a neat stupid uniform like Belphegor or Satan or Asmodeus or Lucifer; sprinting through the woods doesn't do much for looking all prissy and fancy. See, days like this are why it's good to generally look like you fell down the side of a cliff and then rolled through a briar patch!

-- Not that either of those things actually happen, of course.

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Between classes, Mammon slumps down a wall in the hallway to pull out his D.D.D. and check the races. His face twists in dismay and he throws his head back with a thump. "Aw, c'mon!" he shouts, startling a little crowd of lesser demons skittering by.

"Mammon?"

And ain't that just the icing on his cake. Losing everything on horses that had been easy wins for the past month, and before he can even fully mourn the size of his debt, they're side-stepping the flow of traffic to get to him. Not now! Don't come kicking a man when he's already down!

Running would be too obvious, too pathetic. The Great Mammon don't run from some stupid human! But they're closing in, and he ain't about to have the whole stupid school witness this humiliation, so he's got to find an out. His gaze darts around the hall to see some stupid little teacher pet nerds shuffling this way, hidden behind a stack of books taller than the lesser demons carrying them. Everyone is parting for them, aware they can't see where they're going.

Obviously the only thing to do is to pivot toward his human with a cocky grin and swing an arm out and up in greeting, which just so happens to knock into the poor suckup's pile of books to send them flying. It starts a domino reaction, the first little demon squawking in alarm at who they've hit and reeling back directly into the other little dork who also scatters everything before sprawling atop the pile with the first demon atop them.

Perfect. "Oi! Watch yerself!" he blusters, and as expected the human pivots in alarm to try to help the demons tangled up in limbs and books and papers on the floor. Which is his cue to swivel and slide into the crowd walking past to get to their next class, successfully dodging the ambush.

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With his accounts (just a little) wounded from his betting disaster earlier, Mammon has no choice but to eat on campus at lunch. Which sucks, because any other time and this would be the perfect day to have been promised being treated to a meal! But nah, his shitty fortune gotta mean it'd turn around fast, either an unpleasant conversation or maybe food poisoning or with his luck it'd be some sorta questionable stain that everyone would whisper about the rest of the day.

He's sitting with his brothers and picking at his food as he tries to surreptitiously keep an eye out for the human coming to join their table. They're always welcome at a lot of tables, but they're smart enough to know you got to pick your company wisely, and ain't no better company than The Great Mammon of course! (Also, they're definitely looking for him today to try to have whatever conversation they're planning.)

"Maaaammoonnnnn~" Asmodeus is smirking at him from across the table, too aware of his hunched shoulders and anxious pout. "What's wrong? You're going to get wrinkles on that pretty face and lose all your modeling contracts if you aren't careful."

"Som'n'ong?" Beelzebub asks around a mouthful of burger, earning a halfhearted elbow from Belphegor sprawled across the table next to him.

Mammon just glares as he straightens up, wiggling to settle into a stern proud posture instead. "Nah, nothin' wrong, Beel, don't worry 'bout it."

"Mm!" Asmodeus chirps, leaning around Belphegor with a wide grin. "Someone is worried about their fortunes today-"

"Why would he be worried about that?" Leviathan interrupts, brow furrowing as he switches focus to the conversation around him instead of his phone beeping out some game in his hands.

Mammon growls in frustration even as his face betrays him with growing heat. "I ain't! It's all stupid nonsense, ain't real!"

"No, but--"

Whatever Leviathan was going to say is interrupted by a bright "Hey guys!" behind him, and he and Mammon both turn to find their human standing there with a big smile. The brothers all chime back various greetings and welcomes, a spot saved as ever for them.

Well, most of the brothers offer greeting. Mammon freezes only a moment before remembering himself, and he swivels back around to shove his spoon into his plate and shovel whatever it happened to catch into his mouth. (Yes, he does eat his fries with a spoon, what business is it of yours eh?!) Asmodeus titters and wiggles his fingers to indicate they should take a seat with the family.

"Mammon? Did you forget I wanted to have lunch together today?"

He ain't looking at their face, but he can hear the sadness in their voice. And judging by the way Asmodeus is twisting his face into a sympathetic pout and Leviathan is glaring at him, they're definitely looking all sad too.

"You can have lunch with us," Beelzebub offers, always the gentlest of them. He's even tearing a little bit off his burger to offer, and damn if that ain't making Mammon look even more like a jerk in comparison.

There's a puff of air on the back of his head as they sigh forcefully. "Oh, thanks Beel. No, I meant-- well, doesn't matter now I guess. What's on the menu today anyway?"

"They meant they wanted to go out for lunch just with Mammon," Leviathan cuts in, his namesake sin obvious in how he glares at Mammon from between his folded arms which hide most of his face.

"Ohoho, and Mammon forgot? A date~?" Asmodeus is shameless in egging things on, enjoying the ensuing drama a little too much for Mammon's liking. "I would never forget such a thing!"

"Yeah right, Mister First Man forgot? Doubt that," Belphegor drawls without lifting his head. Beelzebub frowns around the table uncertainly, aware there's something happening here and also sensing it isn't going to end well, but unsure what to do to stop it.

Mammon has an idea though. Is it a great idea? It's his, so-- well, depends how you frame it. It'll get this horrible discussion and awkward lunch to a quick end, so it'll do. "Don't remember askin' yer opinions," he snaps, lunging over the table to swipe the pudding cup off of Beelzebub's tray. Before anyone can react beyond a startled shout and Belphegor straightening in alarm, he rips off the lid and throws it back.

Oh, nice. Devil's Triple Chocolate. Can't beat the basics.

The sudden chill in the air is accompanied by a loud whirring buzz of furious fly wings as Beelzebub stands up with a huge frown.

"Wha-- oh. Aha, was that your pudding? Ey, Beel, my bad, thought that was Bel--"

"Beel, relax, you can have--"

"You ate my pudding!"

See, the mark of a good strategist is planning not just your own moves, but what everyone else is going to do next. Steal a pudding, you know Beelzebub's going to pop off. Everyone will expect Mammon to try to wriggle his way out of trouble by blaming or hiding behind one of them. The human's right behind him, though, which makes them seem at risk here too. And Satan won't give a shit about his well-being, but he'll worry about the fragile human in the warpath.

Just as predicted, the fourth born pushes back from his chair smoothly and grabs the human's arm to steer them swiftly out of the way with a murmured line about grabbing a sandwich at a nearby cafe together. And with that settled, well, what's a day without a little friendly fighting among family?

-----

Sitting in Mathematics nursing his bruised ribs, the final obstacle of the day presents itself.

My Human: Mammon, stop avoiding me. Please?

My Human: It's your turn to walk me home tonight. Unless you're going to 'forget' that, too?

My Human: I'm sure Asmo would be happy to help if you're determined to avoid me.

He glares at his D.D.D. under his desk, head propped on his hand, elbow on his desk. His fingers curl around a hank of hair and tug, frustration bubbling over. Yeah, he thinks, Asmo sure does like to help. Meddling little creep. He's been REAL helpful.

-- that's it! Be helpful! It's Lucifer's turn to get groceries, isn't it? And the stack of paperwork that morning at their council meeting had been one of the real impressive ones, the type where his big bro usually won't come home on time and will lock himself in his office all night.

Mammon: Hey, Lucifer!

Mammon: Oi, don't ignore me!

Lucifer: Aren't you in class right now?

Mammon: Not important. What IS important is how I, your favorite baby brother, am here to offer you a solution to your problem!

Mammon: Lucifer!!! Hey, are you listening?? Lucifer!

Mammon: LUCIFERRRR!!!!

Lucifer: My only problem right now is you, Mammon. I'm curious how you intend to fix yourself.

Mammon: Nah, your problem is you got a pile a papers as tall as I am to get through, AND it's your turn to get groceries. Ya probably stressed about who to ask to shop for ya. Well not anymore ya ain't! Because I, The Great Mammon, am offering to take grocery duty for ya! No cost, no need to owe me nothin'!

Lucifer: -glaring demoji-

Lucifer: You aren't taking my credit card.

Mammon: Tch, I ain't askin' to. I'll use Goldie. Ya can take it off my tab when the bill comes due.

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: I will only credit you the cost of the items in the quantity listed on the grocery list.

Mammon: Yeah yeah, sure. This is where ya thank me, ya jerk.

Lucifer: I'll hold my thanks until I see the groceries at the house.

Mammon: Whatever. Oh, and hey, Lucifer?

Mammon: I ain't ever texted you about this, okay?

Lucifer: -okay demoji-

Hah! That's that taken care of. Switching to his other chat window, he types in a reply to his human, excuse now secured.

Mammon: Sorry, ya gonna have to pester one of my baby brothers. Lucifer needs me to get groceries for him, so I ain't going to be able to babysit tonight. I'll text Satan for ya.

My Human: -frustrated demoji-

My Human: Don't bother.

My Human: I'll see you at home, then.

Well. One problem at a time. Nobody said he has to go straight home with the groceries, or go get groceries right away, after all.

"Mammon, perhaps you can answer this problem for us?" the professor prompts, glaring at him slumped over and obviously studying his lap intently.

His head jerking up, Mammon takes only a moment to take in the problem on the board. "Huh? Oh, uh, four thousand three hundred and eighteen." He flashes a crooked, charming grin. Ain't nothing stopping him from surviving this day now.

-----

The kitchen is blessedly empty, which is both great luck and suspicious luck. He puts the groceries away carefully (Beelzebub is way too observant of kitchen-based sounds) and ignores the pile of dirty dishes left in the sink with a note of STUPIDMAMMON: YOU MISSED DINNER DUTY, SO THE LEAST YOU CAN DO IS DISH DUTY before tip-toeing as quick as he can to his room. According to his D.D.D. it's 23:41, so he only needs to avoid the human for another nineteen minutes. Maybe he can sneak his way to the bathroom, spend the rest of the day showering and then be ready for a fresh start. Maybe go find his human and make it up to them, hang out in their room until they fall asleep or something.

He makes it into his room just fine, and he's leaving a uniform trail in his wake as he yanks off his tie and shrugs his blazer into a crumpled heap on the floor. The house seems quiet, thankfully, and he's bending over to grab some sweatpants off the floor behind the couch before he heads to the bathroom.

"Mammon, sit!" a familiar voice barks from alarmingly close, and the pact activates with a sharp zap that drops him to his couch with a yowl. What was it humans like to say about plans and his Father laughing? "I think it's about time we actually talked, Mammon."

His human is standing there in his room, and the fact he never heard his door after his entry means they must have been there the whole damn time waiting for him.

"I don't know what yer--"

"MAAAAMMOOOONNNNN," they warn, pitching their voice in an eerily decent Lucifer impression that has him yelping and jerking back in his seat. "Do you even know why I wanted to talk to you this morning?"

Unsure whether he is actually meant to talk or not, Mammon just shakes his head, hands gripping the edge of the seat cushion on either side of his spread legs.

"To thank you." Stepping around the other side of the couch, they sit down opposite him and lean forward, holding eye contact. "To tell you how much I appreciate all you do for me. I know that you know I was the last one in the laundry the other day, so it was my fault the room flooded like that. But you took the blame, no hesitation. You took the lecture and the punishment that should have been mine." Their gaze drops to their folded hands, fidgeting with a ring on their finger. "And I just- I felt really terrible about it."

Shifting in his seat, Mammon shakes his head and bends double to lean toward them in return. "Nah, you don't gotta worry 'bout The Great Mammon. Ya get used to Lucifer's shit after a few millennia, ya know?" He flashes his signature cocky grin, hoping to get rid of the frown on their face. "It ain't nothin' to fuss over. Not for me. Now, you, yer just a delicate human, ya ain't made for his crap."

They don't look up, still spinning the ring. It's one he gave them, he realizes, on one of their shopping trips when he'd insisted he couldn't be seen around town with some human that ain't wearing no jewelry. ".... Mammon, why were you avoiding me today?"

"I don't know what ya--"

"Mammon!" they cut him off, finally shifting their gaze to him. At that angle, head tilted down, their glare looks extra fierce. "C'mon, you weren't subtle. I know you were still in your room when I texted you," they start, voice pitched low and steady, which just makes him more nervous as they keep going. "I saw you eye those poor demons you toppled. I know you had your own tray of food, so that theft at lunch was intentional. You usually like me joining you for errands to make it more fun."

He fidgets, biting back the urge to insist they're wrong and misreading things. But also-- they know him that well? They watch him that closely? If he wasn't being lectured right now he might have to kind of rub that in a little, you know, tease them for being obsessed with him or something.

"At first it was just weird and rude," they're saying, oblivious to his distraction, "but I figured maybe-- I don't know, something with Lucifer, or maybe some weird curse got loose in the house again. But then Satan told me your fortune--"

Shit! He hadn't planned on Satan actually watching that crap and knowing about it.

"--was that you'd be lucky in love today--"

Wait-- what??

"--so clearly you were hiding from me because you didn't want that love-luck to involve me," they finish, hands clenching into fists on their knees.

The silence in the room feels loud. The time on his D.D.D. flopped on the floor near his foot is 23:53. His human looks away again, uncomfortable in the silence, and his brain catches up with everything that just happened.

"My fortune was WHAT?"

"What do you mean what, it was your fortune, you were the one acting so weird all day!"

Mammon throws himself back in his seat so hard his feet lift off the floor. Running his hands into his hair, he twists his face up in realization. "Damn it, Asmo!" His human arches their brows, expression demanding an explanation, and everything clicks into horrifying place in his head. "No, I-- wait, listen, it ain't like that, I-- Asmo texted me this morning and was talkin' 'bout every time I had a bad fortune and all the dumb shit that happened to me. I missed the stupid show and assumed he was sayin' I had another bad day comin'! I didn't want ya to be mad at me, or see me lookin' like a fool, so I thought if I avoided you until..."

His D.D.D. blinks up at him tauntingly. 23:56. He growls, then shoots them his best desperate look, all big eyes and pouty lips.

They follow his gaze, looking at the time and then up at him. They blink, then they stand and step closer, standing between his legs to stare down at him as their jaw works.

"I uh, guess I looked like a fool to ya anyway, huh?" he offers weakly.

Their eyes flicker to the device at their feet again, watching the minutes tick by. "You really believe those things, huh? Some show says you'll have a bad day, and your usual bad luck is now an omen. And today it said you'd have luck in love, but..."

His stomach sinks. Which is stupid, for sure, because like some dumb show can decide anything for him. 23:59. He ain't worried at all, and he's definitely about to confidently say as much when he looks up to find his human face-to-face, close enough to see each individual eyelash.

"You stupid Mammon," they murmur as they lean in, muffling his squawk of protest as they press their lips to his. And then his head empties, all anger and humiliation and worry and bravado sucked into the void so only the feel of warm lips and soft puffs of breath are left. When they lean back, he can hear the smile in their voice as they whisper, "But maybe this devil’s got some fortune after all."

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