for @waltnut and their amazing demon boy designs! Ft. Mammon and some fluff! A bit literally.Â
Itâs true that Mammon has never used his forms to intimidate you, but itâs not true that heâs never shown them to you. During the early morning hours, as the innate magic that holds the glamours in place lowers along with his body temperature, itâs not unusual to be woken by the taste of feathers in your mouth. You paw at your face, grimacing at the feeling of wet on your cheek as you pull a stray feather off the tip of your tongue before slapping for your phone lost somewhere in the mess of pillows and blankets and odds and ends stuffed between them.Â
You groan at the time that flashes into your tired eyes and the pressure around your middle tightens its hold.Â
âRise and shine, Mammon. Another day anotherâŚ.Grimm.â Youâll have to think of a different rhyme later, when youâre more awake and thinking less about breakfast and more about grammar. And math. And history.Â
Suddenly the bed is twice as comfortable, the edge of a stolen something digging into your back be damned.Â
The mention of Grimm earns you another squeeze from the tail wrapped you and you dig your fingers into the softness of its tip before moving it out of your face. Your other hand drags lightly up Mammonâs bare back to scratch under the bone where his wing retracts. Your shoulder buzzes with the coo that grows in his throat as he slowly follows you into wakefulness.
As cute as it is, you two have to get up.Â
âYou know what Beel will be like if we donât get breakfast before him.â You run a finger across the scales of his shoulders, gold like the coins he treasures so much. The color starts to darken and the cool roughness of it slowly grows warm as skin stitches itself back over it. Magic that burns your fingertips and leaves a sour taste in your mouth works its way back over him and the tail disappears with an arch of his back as he stretches against you. You inhale deep when its hold finally releases you, knowing thereâs going to be a bruise later.Â
Another bruise. Youâre not sure if Mammon knows how tight he holds you when he spends the night with you. Some part of you thinks he does and he doesnât care. Another part is sure he does care - and thatâs the reason why he wont let you go so easily.Â
âOr we could just pick something up on the way to R.A.D,â he saws with a yawn as he rolls over and tucks his hands behind his head. ââs not worth going down when everyoneâll just get all loud the moment I show up.â
âFine.â You canât help but to laugh at the smile he flashes you. The tail may be gone for the moment but you have no trouble imagining it wagging behind him. âBut youâre paying.â
His eyes flash yellow but youâre already rolling out of bed before he can grab you and make you listen to his protests. Itâs worth the cold of the floor against your bare feet and the ache in your back from sleeping on his stash to watch him wiggle himself free of the blanket ensnaring his legs.Â
âBetter get ready fast to make sure I donât order anything expensive!â
