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Mammon: *stirs up fights to make money* That’s who I am, Mc, a demon. It’s my nature. And for you, a human, it might be unacceptable, but to me, there’s nothing wrong with it.
Mc: …
Mc: Mammon *putting a hand on his shoulder* have you seen what people in power do in my world?
Mammon: Huh?
Mc: You think that’s going to scare me??? What scares me is that humans are genuinely worse than demons, honestly.
PSA to fic readers, it is so hard to freak a fic writer out with your comments. we are just as crazy about the fic as you are.
tell me you love it. tell me it made you slam your laptop shut. tell me you brought it up at your college lecture about kink. key smash in all caps. quote the passage that made you think. i promise, we’ll love it.
we spend hours thinking about it, writing it, editing it. there is no such thing as over enthusiasm when you’re talking about our fics to us. we are sooooo weird about them, i assure you. you are just matching my freak. the freak bar is already set so high. feel no anxiety about enjoying something and letting the creator know.
mammon holding you tightly, his face nestled into the crook of your neck, cheek rubbing against your shoulder as he hums softly. his leg is tangled with yours, clinging to you like a koala. he needs to be close to you, or else he can’t sleep. it’s like his body has adapted to sleeping next to you every night.
wanted a gyaru mammon (part 2), blacked out for 2 hours and then found this in my files
anyway since ur here ill share a fun thought with you: mams who constructs a femsona cause hes got the urge to shoplift lately BUT☝️‼️ as a lord of hell and sin of greed, he cant just enter any store willynilly without being recognized can he..... so he dresses up once, enters a devilhora and all is good, incredibly smooth and he pulls off his part so well (as expected from the great mammon!). so it becomes a habit, a "treat of the month" kinda deal, and as he keeps on doing it he digs deeper n deeper with the femsona details and "I HAVE to get this thing, that's exactly what [femsona name] would like!" and starts asking asmodeus for outfit/makeup advice and blushes when people compliment his ensembles and goes out on dates with mc while devil tabloids go crazy cause "The Master Who Rules Them All Is Looking To Expand Demon Harem: new exclusive pics" and asmo stays in the corner smiling at his sibling cause for the first time in centuries his confidence doesnt seem like a fakeout.
really tired but also feel like im going to explode from how much i love mammon. im waiting for my meds to knock me out so forgive this rushed, unlabeled post!!!
Imagine just laying in bed after finally having your emotions pour out before Mammon.
Imagine holding everything in for so long. To not look weak. To not bring everyone down. To not worry everyone because you don't really know what it's like to receive such worry from others. To avoid so much. But your body continues to get worn down. The weight of the world crashes down on you on a particularly bad day.
It was hard to eat when you felt the impending doom. You were so exhausted from it all. You picked at your food at the dinner table as you tried to listen to the conversations happening around you. The mask with your smile was sliding off. You could feel it. You don't want to bring them all down, you can't...
You forced a smile back onto your face and breathe in before briskly taking in a few bites of food to not worry everyone or offend whoever was on cooking duty-- you forgot since it was hard to keep track of days that weren't scheduled for yourself to cook on.
You tried to just focus on looking normal. Not eating too quickly. Not looking like you were trying to rush out of the dining room and into your room to be alone. You had to come up with an excuse before they reeled you back into a conversation.
You start to push your chair away quietly. Mammon and Beel-- who were sitting on opposite sides of you-- look over at the low sounds of the chair scooting lightly across the floor. "Try to look normal," you repeat to yourself.
You look at Mammon first as you brighten your smile for him. You let out a tiny forced laugh as you continued to push your chair back and get up for real this time. Now everyone has their eyes on you.
"Done already?" Lucifer asked, noticing a small amount of food left over on your plate. Damn... he must know that's unusual for you by now. Of course he does.
"Ah-," you force another small laugh. "Yeah, sorry... it was really good but I can't force myself to eat anymore. I guess I ate too many snacks after classes ended." You look towards Beel now, "I'm sure I can trust you to finish what I couldn't?" You say it with a smile and his face instantly lights up. His mouth is full, but he gives you a nod as he expressed his thanks. "I think I'm going to rest for a bit before working on my classwork, excuse me." You turn before anyone could hold you back or question you further.
You finally take the mask off once your door is locked. Usually you don't lock it, but you'll just make up an excuse and probably say it was a force of habit from the human world.
How sad that you need to cover this all up. The flood gates are about to open, yet you only manage to have tears shallowly cover your lashes. You rush over to your bed and get under the covers. Maybe a nap will fix you... At least for now.
You start to sob yourself to sleep.
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You wake up in the dark, feeling only somewhat rested. You look for your D.D.D. to check the time: 10:03pm.
Okay, about 3 hours of sleep. Not too bad... But you still had work to do. Work you said you would do. And the overwhelm hits again. What is the point of everything? Everything is so exhausting? Why can't you just... Sleep forever? You start the tear up again and switch to an upright position. You cover your mouth with both hands to muffle the sobs this time, nervous because certainly one of the brothers would try to come into your room soon since they haven't already.
You start to hyperventilate and try your best to quiet down. As your body grows weak again from it all, you are startled by a knock on the door. Not too, loud, but definitely not soft.
You shot your neck towards the door to try and wait for a voice-- anything to at least identify who was behind your door. Who to prepare a mask for.
"Yo, human. Ya still in there?"
It's Mammon. And suddenly, more tears are starting to generate again. You try to slow your breathing while you think of what to do.
"It's uh... it's been a few hours since ya ate. I figured ya might want a snack or somethin' to help you get through these assignments..." He starts off similarly to his usually loud self, but by the end his voice comes down to an average volume before he trails off.
There's a pause. You couldn't move. Part of you wanted to push you to open to door. To let your favorite being in all of the three realms in... And another part of you didn't want to bring him down or make him worry. This part of you hoped he'd sigh and give up. Perhaps assume you fell asleep and not bother to try opening the door, like he'd normally do. Speaking of how he usually barges in... He must know something's up. He didn't even try to grab the handle. He knows. Your tears slip down your face as you try not to gasp too loudly and to try to reach for air.
"If ya fell asleep at your desk again, ya will get sore again! It's MY job to take care of ya, so I... So I'm comin' in!" You forgot for a moment that it was locked, and in a state of slight fright you gasp, expecting him to see you in this state and have to explain everything.
But of course he's still outside. It's locked, how'd you forget that?...
Oh, and he definitely heard that gasp.
There's another pause from him standing outside. Certainly he must be shocked that it's locked.
"Yo human!" He shouts louder than before before trying to wiggle the door handle to get your attention. "Are ya alright in there? Ya never lock ya door. I know you're awake in there! Please, YN! I know... I know yer in there... Just please!.." He seems to be panicking a bit. This is all your fault, making him worry like this. He trailed off again as he continues to wiggle the handle. "...Please," he whispers slightly, "don't shut your first man out." You can tell his hand is still gripping the handle as what you assume is his forehead leaving a minor thump in the air as he rests it on your door.
You start to sob again but you say fuck it. It's too late, you might as well rip the bandage off. You just off the bed and pad to the door, unlocking it.
Your hand stays on the door handle as you just stare, waiting for him to take the initiative and just open your door for you...
You can hear him shifting around slightly outside of your door. You look up from the handle in anticipation of see his face whilst you pant.
"I'm comin' in..." he whispers before slowly opening the door while you back up a bit.
You start breathing heavy.
Your eyes finally meet and his wide, concerned eyes meet your sad, tired ones. He's shocked and freezes for a moment, quickly taking in a breathe. You both just stare at each other for a beat-- until the tears fall down your face again. That's when he rushes to close and lock the door with his one hand before reaching out to you.
"Oh treasure," he starts to form tears of his own before you start coming closer to him. He takes the fact that you came closer to him as an invitation to hold you, so he does. He holds you as tightly as he can without hurting you. You start sob uncontrollably once more. "Hey, hey... I've got ya. I'm here. I'm right here." He has one hand start to lightly scratch the nape of your neck to help you calm down.
As he's shushing and humming to you, you slowly start to stop sobbing. He starts the rub his other hand's palm over your back to continue soothing you. Once you start to push your bodyweight onto him, he starts to guide you to your bed. It's as if he feelings your exhaustion.
Your still hiccuping and shedding a few tears here and there as he bends down in front of your seated frame to prop his knees on the floor. He is rubbing a hand up and down your arm while holding the hand of your other, caressing it slowly.
"I've got ya, okay? I'll take care of ya, my love. Tell me what's on yer mind. Tell the Great Mammon what's wrong, yea?"
You try to start speaking, but you don't know what to say. Your body just lets out more hiccups and gasps for air while you try to let him keep calming you down like he has been. You finally start to open your eyes slightly as you look around nervously across your room, afraid to meet his eyes again incase you break down even more.
"Shhhh, hey. It's alright. Ya don't need to answer me if ya can't... Just... Please, let me hold ya fa now." He only speaks in whispers to you now and it helps. You force your eyes to meet his to at least show that you're listening to him speak. It's hard to say now to his beautiful, concerned eyes. You try to slow your breathing a bit more before nodding to him.
He slowly gets up, and before you can scoot back into your bed and make room for him, he beats you to it and lifts you gently before caring you around to the other side of the bed you usually sleep on when he's in your room. All you can do is look up at his face and try to read his expression. Your breathing is closer to normal by the time he tucks you back under your covers. Your eyes and head follow him as he goes back around whilst he takes off his leather jacket and tosses it aside. He's about to rest a knee on your bed to join you but he looks toward your night table first.
"Hey, here. Have some water. Ya must've dehydrated yerself by now." He still speaks in a hushed ton, but he brings your cup to you before you can say anything and protest. You turn completely towards him, and obey his command. He's right.
Once your cup is back on your night table he rushes under the covers and comes close to you.
"Let me hold you," he whispers sternly as your eyes meet again and he opens his arms for you while laying on his side towards you.
"Okay," you whisper as you scoot into his arms. You try not to cry again at his affection and care.
He nuzzles his face into the top of your head before leaving a light kiss on it. One arm sturdily holds you close as a thumb rubs up and down whilst his other rest gently pets over the back of you head.
"Get some more sleep. Don't worry about the work. Don't worry about anything right now. Let me take care of you..." He trails off again as he soothes you to sleep.
ok ur couple loves each other but do they even like each other. do they get up to mischief are they little schemers together do they whisper to each other in cahoots. are they sick in the head. do other ppl think they're bad separately but 4x as worse if they're in the same room. do u know something is up if one of them is sat there by themselves laughing and the other has disappeared mysteriously. if your couple isnt giggle whispering bc of some dark jokes that theyre telling one another, theyre boring and im not interested in that romance
everyone in the notes we are all holding hands. everyone who hasnt worked on a wip in weeks or months or years, its okay. we are going slow but we are going
