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have you been carrying me this whole time? @ mammon

"Bet your ass! If anyone says they carried ya all this way, they're lyin' through their teeth." Which mean he was lying.

Beelzebub had carried her for a short while, but Mammon had taken over and shouldered the rest of the responsibility. When he had, he hadn't at all bragged about how she would be thrilled to see him once her eyes opened.

"Figured when ya woke up, ya'd wanna see my face first! 'Sides, it ain't like it's a big deal. Beel might be bigger than me, but I can still life ya without breakin' a sweat."

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❝  the intimidating man stare does nothing for me,  pal.  ❞ @ mammon (about lucifer lmao)

"How?!" Mammon was shamelessly tucked behind her, eyes barely peeking over the elegant slope of her shoulder. Down the hall, he spied his older brother reprimanding a small group of sullen students. Guilt and regret dragged at their faces, both expressions growing worse with every word of disapproval uttered by the Avatar of Pride.

"He ain't even tearin' int'a me, and he's got me shakin' over here. How the hell ain't ya scared of that face?"

It was a nice change of pace to not be the one scolded, but witnessing someone else getting knee-deep into trouble reminded him that it was bound to round on him at some point. There was always a reason why his brothers felt the need to grind his mood into paste.

"I'm startin' t'think there ain't a single thing in any world that'll scare ya! Kind'a hot, honestly." She was gorgeous as is, but it was her brazen determination and strength that made her radiant. "Just do me a favor and tell me if he starts comin' this way. I'm gonna bolt the second he does."

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[PARTY] - our muses go to a beach/pool party @ Mammon

"I didn't think ya'd wanna come along, but I'm real glad ya did."

He would pretend, on the surface, that it was because she looked astounding in the light. Out in the lavish yard of a fellow model, Mammon admired how the bursts of color in the midst of a particularly dark night made her look like a deeply beloved painting. She was a work of art no matter the setting, and she never failed to take his breath away.

Deeper down, however, he wanted her there simply for the sake of comfort.

Mammon was a social demon. He enjoyed lively parties and being surrounded by strangers that adored him, every ounce of attention feeding his constant need for more. More, more, more. He craved it, and yet. . .

Some days, he didn't.

He didn't want to be crowded, he didn't want to talk to dozens upon dozens of people that would cling desperately to even a single word of his, and he didn't want to have photos taken.

All he wanted then was to sit along the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the waters while the rest of the party had moved indoors. Out here, it was peaceful, and all of what he needed was beside him.

"Hey, d'ya think Lucifer will let us install a pool like this? Then we could hang out like this all the time!"

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✘ — “Mammon, what are your top three dreams and goals that you have right now that don’t involve materialistic gains like Grimm or jewelry and the like?”

"Ya had t'go and make it hard, didn't ya?" Mammon huffed through his nose and took a good, long moment to think before finally giving her an answer.

"Guess my first goal's always been the same: wanna live my life the way I wanna! I don't wanna end up workin' all the time and turnin' into a sick-in-the-mud like Lucifer is. I wanna be able t'do what I wanna do and have fun doin' it!

Second goal is, uh. . . I mean, two and three are kind'a smushed t'gether 'cause it's makin' sure you and my brothers are happy."

He offered Zarina a half-shrug and a pinched frown. "I'm not really good at much else, y'know? A lot of what I do is wrapped around money and wantin' stuff, but there really ain't anythin' I want more than y'all.

Makin' sure Lucifer eats when he forgets, waitin' in lines for Levi when he wants a game he don't got time t'get himself, takin' you out so ya see all'a what the Devildom's got!"

For being the Avatar of Greed, he was awfully giving — of his time, his emotion, his money. When he loved, he did it with his whole heart, and it was difficult not to want to give. He played it up and acted like it was a damned inconvenience, but he couldn't lie.

His goals were to live, and in doing so, he would make sure the people he loved did too. ( mammon 9 / 10 )

⟬ meme / @zorkaya ⟭

Smash or Pass + Me, the one and only Zarina @ Mammon (yes she knows but wants to hear)

"Ya kiddin' me? I'd have t'be outta my mind not t'wanna smash." He believed that most living beings would have to have a screw loose if they didn't find Zarina attractive and alluring to dome degree. "But I'm the only one that gets t'be with ya!"

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" this is the fun part! take that tenderizer, and beat the absolute crap out of that pile of steaks. " @ mammon

"Now that's somethin' I can handle!" Measuring the right amount of spices, cooking certain meats for a certain amount of time and making sure flavors complimented each other were beyond his skillset. And while he wasn't the physically strongest of the brothers, he still had enough power in his arms that he enthusiastically began to hammer down the steaks she had set in front of him.

Was he pretending that it was one of the witches that had him pact-bound? Maybe.

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❝   i got a rock. ❞   @ mammon (lmao)

“Are you shittin’ me?” He hooked a finger into the opening of her bag and yanked it open, only to see that there was a rock sitting at the bottom. “What the hell?! Who gives out rocks instead’a candy? Assholes!”

He snagged the rock from her bag and turned towards the house, but the sudden desire to chuck it into the nearest window was stifled when an even better idea sprang to mind.

“Ya think they got anythin’ good in there?” He bounced the rock in his palm, the gold in his eyes flashing hot. “If they’re bein’ this stingy, they probably got tons of nice, shiny things tucked away. Selfish. Wanna help me get my hands on it?”

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What does Zarina do first thing when she sees Mammon walking ahead of her? Hurry up and hug him from behind, halting both of their walks to a stop but she just wants to show him some affection even if he doesn’t ask for it. A simple gesture that he is loved by her even if she’s one stoic son of a bitch when it comes to being real— “ I caught you. ” Playfully, she whispers while placing a kiss to the back of his neck. Her heels make it a much easier deed to accomplish. “ Are you going to work? Can I come with? ”

He tried to be sneaky, but there was no escaping her keen sense of sight. Mammon, though startled to hell and ready to bolt, decided it was fortunate that she was the one to get ahold of him rather than one of his tattle-tale brothers. Spotting her arms around his middle and feeling her kiss on the back of his neck, he was quick to relax for all of a second before he became tense again.

The second-born turned in her arms, an arm wiggling out so that he could press a single finger to his lips. “Shhh! If any’a my brothers hear you, they’ll rat me out t’Lucifer in a heartbeat. I ain’t got work t’day, so I was thinkin’ about hittin’ up one’a the bars around here.”

He lowered his voice a smidgen more, until all she had was a whisper. “There’s an old place on the outer part’a the city that’s got a casino underneath it. Real popular, super hidden, need a password and a load’a dough t’get in. Super hush-hush. If ya wanna come, I ain’t gonna stop ya, but ya can’t talk about it. Seriously, they put a curse on ya at the door — ya say it’s name, they’ll get’cha.”

She stood taller than him, but he still had the courage to touch under her chin with his knuckles. “Ya wanna watch your man win big and look good while doin’ it?”

⟬ @zorkaya​​ / mammon’s birthday 9 • 10  ⟭

She has been preparing for his birthday for a long time, but today is finally the day. Zarina made sure to not let Mammon be alone this time, not surprising him for his birthday anymore as she heard from Asmodeus how her special one acted without her. Instead, she remains in bed with him on this fine morning with a present already in her backpack that she brought with her yesterday evening. As she lays awake, watching his sleeping face while on her right side with her hand propped up to support her head, Sokolova smiles softly at the sight before her.

The demon’s sleeping face looked all too cute for someone who could kill her easily, but she was happy to know they had a bond that won’t be cut by the blade of immortality. Instead of buying something for him this time, Zarina’s gift was simpler yet more... personal. She knows the message behind immortality, a sight of never-ending youth and life that won’t end, but she is human. A personally created photo album, a book filled with pictures of them, letters hidden behind every photo - handwritten, having a part of her emotions. They were hidden behind each photo, so he could take hours to read all of them. It took almost a year to finish it with a beautiful photo album, with a raven on the front with his name written in bright golden and Zarina’s name in the corner to show whose gift it was from. She was proud that she infused the letter with magic; Mammon could hear her voice speaking to him, reading these small letters. But none of that now as she gently pokes his cheek with her prettily manicured finger, knowing full well today was all about him and she would dedicate it to him without question.

As she turned around to take the album out of her backpack right next to his bed, Zarina placed it on the bedside table to give it to him immediately. “ Mammon. Wake up. How can I wish you a happy birthday if you’ll be sleeping the whole time? ” There is playfulness and lightheartedness in her voice as she whispers it to him, trying to gently coax him out of his sleepiness. And when his eyes open? He sees her smiling at him with adoration and love, golden eyes shining brightly as she chuckles softly. “ Good morning, love. Happy birthday. ” She kisses his forehead, waiting for him to wake up more to place a kiss on his lips and give him his gift.

The poke to his cheek did what it was meant to. From his wonderful sleep — from his wonderfully fantastic, totally unrealistic dream of riches and fame — Mammon was gradually roused. The second-born shifted under his covers, peaceful and boyish expression twisting as he stretched himself out as far as his physical form could go. Legs pushed out and toes curling, arms over his head and knuckles skimming his headboard, back arching away from the bed. He made a show of it, the covers slipping away to reveal a bare chest and the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Could’a wished me a happy birthday while I was asleep. Ain’t no one here t’stop ya.” He grumbled as he rolled over to face her, eyes still shut. One hand set wedged under his mass of pillows, the other blindly groped around for the edge of his sheet. Instead, he found her. His hand twitched, then grew warm as he smoothed his palm along the shape of her hip and up towards her waist.

Mammon wanted to keep his eyes shut and hope that it would encourage another hour of sleep, but the need to be close rolled over him so suddenly that the idea of sleep seemed like a waste of time. Slowly, he peeled them open, eyes finding her in a bleary haze.

“G’morning. . .”

The first time he’d woken up with her in his bed at sent him into a panic. He had wondered then if he was truly worthy of having her there, if he was mad for thinking he had a chance. They had done nothing intimate, though many would argue that simply sleeping in the same bed after a cuddle session was its own form of intimacy. But even then, he doubted. She was too classy, too strong, too fully aware of herself to have ever fallen for a demon like him.

He had almost tossed her out of his bed that day, and he found himself glad that he hadn’t. Traces of doubt still lingered, but seeing her beside him didn’t make him feel the way it once had. What he felt now was softer, cozier, more like home. It upset him more to find her side of the bed empty, because she absolutely had a side now. This wasn’t just his bed anymore, wasn’t just his room.

And this wasn’t just his birthday. He would treat it as such around his brothers just to annoy them, but here in the room they shared, it was about her too.

“I want ya here for all’a my birthdays.” Mammon wiggled in closer and let a shiver travel from his head to his toes when she kissed his forehead. He sighed and hummed, nestling himself against her.

Give it a minute, and he will have trapped her with his arms and legs.

Give it ten minutes, and he’ll be a wreck the moment he’s given her gift.

Give it a thousand years, and he’ll look back on on those letters, those pictures and her words and he won’t have lost a speck of that love.

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It isn’t the first time where she might show this neediness but here she is, taking the magazine out of Mammon’s hands and places it away, making sure to observe his reaction from the corner of her eyes. She came here all dressed up unlike her usual self, no latex. On the contrary, she wanted to play with expectations and left her in a loose braid and wore a long fluffy white sweater, white shorts and white stockings to add into the image of innocence that she didn’t truly possess. Was this a fail? No way! “I thought you’d like something different, but I guess I was wrong?” This wish for his attention is quite obvious as she climbs on his lap, straddling him to not allow Mammon to look away from her. A light pout on her face, quite unnatural but this will do to show her light offense towards his eyes not glancing at her. Whatever the reason was, she liked being watched by those she wanted and Mammon was just that person. Instead of the red lipstick today, she wears light pink with a lipgloss. Her hands are places on his shoulders, lightly squeezing. “Are you not into me dressing up to innocently and cutely?” Little did he know that even with this get up, she wore nothing under that sweater and under those short shorts. Absolutely. Nothing. Innocent, sure. “I thought it might be a nice change but tell me, is it really that bad? I wanted to give you the reigns today…” It excited her, however, to wonder how he’ll react if she pressed her chest to his to let him know of her not so innocent secret.

Mammon could be bold and needy in his own way, but she had proven then and there he couldn’t handle the idea of her looking pure and innocent. He tried to hide that it turned his cheeks pink and made him hot under the collar, but a flimsy magazine only proved to provoke her. With it snatched away, he could do nothing but stammer and lean back in his seat as she took her rightful place in his lap.

“I—I didn’t say I hated it!” He huffed and turned his head, the stifling heat that began to radiate between them making him shift in his seat. She was simply too much for him no matter the form she took, but — with a lingering glance — he would admit to himself and ( inadvertently ) her  that the softer approach had an effect on him. The loose strands of hair feeling free from her braid, the hem of her sweater bunching up around her waist and exposing her shorts as she settled down, and the squeeze of her fingers in his shoulders were turning him to putty.

Both hands found her waist and held her firmly in place, fingers drumming against the curve of her hips. He needed to gather himself, but she made it painfully difficult. He felt small underneath her, but he liked it. She was powerful and knew exactly what she wanted, and he wasn’t about to overthrow her when the contrast of cute and clever had him worked up.

“It ain’t bad. . .” He peered up at her through white lashes, the gold in his eyes ringing wide, blown out pupils as she leaned forward and revealed her little secret. He didn’t totally melt away knowing she was bare under the sweater, but it did give him the motivation to slip his hands underneath. Feeling her skin against his fingertips and catching how pert she was beneath the material, all he could manage in the way of words was a strangled, “shit. . .” before he lunged forward and let his lips crash against hers.

If she was determined to drive him crazy with this more angelic side, then he would happily oblige her and show her just how badly he needed her.

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For Mammon.

Pro: Passionate, loving, relentless, adaptive. A gorgeous voice and a hot body. The look you give is filled with such devotion, it makes me weak in the knees sometimes.

Con: May not speak of what he wants and prioritizes the other party (me) too much when it's supposed to be a 50/50 exchange.

He adored the praise, of course, but it was the downside that had his face turning an darker, deeper shade of red. Never, in his many years, had someone considered his selflessness in the bedroom a negative trait.

Then again, he wasn’t sure that his willingness to give and give and give was truly selfless. Even when wrapped around around his love, skin against skin and heart singing, he was greedy. He wanted their kisses, their moans, those pathetic little whimpers and every slight twitch. He wanted it all, and he wanted it to be his doing.

“Most people don’t wanna make it fair. . .” He shrugged, but there was no making himself look nonchalant when his was do deeply flushed. “But it’s you, so I guess gettin’ is just as good as givin’. J—Just don’t expect me t’tell ya what I want right away. It ain’t easy admittin’ that stuff.”

Because aside from the want to take, there was also the fact that Zarina was special. Voicing his feelings and desires around her was significantly harder around her than it was a total stranger.

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❛ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ❜ @ mammon :)

Mammon didn’t mean to scream, but he didn’t expect to hear her speaking from the doorway so soon. The make-up artist and stylist that had poured him into that shoot’s outfit had left, giving him time to psyche himself up. For two whole minutes, he had been under the impression that he was alone, fingers toying with his hair and outfit because he was so certain that he knew what he was doing. He grinned at his reflection in the mirror with white teeth and stained lips, confidence so bright and so radiant that he rivaled the cast of the Devildom moon — until Zarina made herself known.

He whipped around, fingers falling away from the open collar of his shirt. He didn’t speak at first, mouth opening and closing. Only when the door closed behind her did he finally find the capacity to form whole sentences.

“Ya ain’t supposed t’be in here!” There were fine layers of make-up painted and dusted along his skin, and still they weren’t enough to hide how flustered he was at the sight of her. Her chance to model with him was still a short while away, but he liked having her tag along. It was strangely fun watching her mingle with the people he worked with, their looks of blatant awe at her beauty making him prouder than the Avatar himself.

Then, after a moment of pause, it dawned on him that she had shamelessly admitted to liking all of what she could see. His ego doubled, and the cockiness from before returned in full. The little scoundrel would be lying through his perfect teeth if he said this wasn’t a fantasy of his.

“Yeah?” He abandoned the mirror knowing that all he needed was the sound of her voice and the look in her eyes. Once he was near, he reached around to flick the lock on the door, eyebrow rising with it. “What about now? Still enjoyin’ the view now that yer closer?”

⟬ @zorkaya — Mammon’s Birthday 9 • 10 ⟭

"Happy birthday, Mammon," Zarina says with a smile as she kisses his cheek, not wishing to make him wait for the whole day to prepare a party. Today's more comfortable, more homey, and much warmer. Her gift is yet another one made by her, but it's one that would be more fitting for winter. Specifically, for when Mammon would visit her during winter. Russian winters can be rather brutal. "It's getting colder, doesn't it?" He might be a demon, but she wishes for him to still stay warm and not be freezing. It's a beautiful time to walk around on a New Year's Eve, a romantic endeavor she wishes to enjoy with him in the future But right now, her present is made out of care and genuine, true love for him. Care for his well-being, care for his health, care for him as a whole. "Here, it's not as exciting as maybe my last gift but... Thinking about you sneezing last year made me worry just a bit. How can we walk around in the Human World during winter?" A knitted hat and scarf, adorable crow motif added to it and colors? His colors, black and gold. It would fit his clothes, his fashion, his style. It may not be jewelry, it may not be a room rented out this time, but she wants him to have a moment of warm comfort this time. She loved knitting it, coming up with a design, imagining Mammon wearing it. Whenever he's been busy, she'll be knitting. Asmodeus did joke around with her how she's becoming a grandma. "Happy birthday, love. Let another year bring you more happiness, grant you more delights, and keep everything you love safe and protected. I love you."

Mammon moved into the kiss, his cheek pressed to her lips and heart skipping a beat. If this was all she had to offer him, he would happily accept it and float the rest of the day on cloud nine. Recognition and affection from her was as precious to him as grimm itself, but she didn't have it in her heart to leave him hanging.

Scarves weren't a phenomenal gift, but it meant the world to him that she spent her precious time carefully, lovingly crafting a piece that would keep him warm. There was only one place that he would need it, and it was a place that held as much significance as his home because it was hers.

She wanted him there in the Human Realm with her, in a place that owned a piece of her heart. If there was any question about whether or not she wanted him, they were made void now. If she went this far to keep him around and safe, then he couldn't possibly wonder.

"Ya know that even if I did catch somethin', I'd still go with ya." That was a gigantic, ginormous lie. He had fallen ill once in the past, and she had been there to witness the way he fell apart when he caught a small virus. He became a baby, whining and demanding attention and help. Catching a cold while visiting her in Russian would undoubtedly find her in a similar situation.

"As long as I know ya, as long as I know you're alive and kickin', I'm gonna be happy. I know ya don't like me sayin' things like you're the only reason why I'm happy, but ya are a big reason I am. And I'm gonna hang on t'this for a long, long time. I don't care how ratty it gets. I'm keepin' it for as long as I can! Ain't gonna let anyone else use it either. S'all mine."

A kiss was placed to her cheek, then the corner of her lips. "And so are you."

｢ @zorkaya​ / ref. ｣

Mammon: Texts like a Golden Retriever

Zarina in her room: *screenshots* I'll save this for myself.

Mammon upon finding out all the screenshots: What is this?!

Zarina, immediately lying on top of him and taking her phone: I adore these texts, they make me smile~

Cue his usual sputter and blushing, cue the stroked ego and boasting about how anyone would want to keep the thoughtful, totally hilarious and memorable messages sent from him. Ignore the fact that, for a sliver of a second, he thought she was keeping them as evidence that he was hopeless and pathetic for texting her as often as he did. He hadn’t assumed that she’d show them to his brothers and have a laugh with them over what a love-struck dimwit he was when it came to her. No way!

“Yeah, well — ya better keep ‘em! Think I saw a few in there sayin’ ya owe me a favor or two! I’m still the one in charge’a watchin’ over ya, but my services don’t come cheap, y’know!”

｢ meme / @zorkaya​ ｣

“How did we get to this?” @ Mammon

“This, silly human, is a result of expert-level intuition! Recipes are nice t’follow and they tell ya what’cha need, but what’s the point if ya can’t get a little creative?” Mammon was so very proud of himself, standing before his bubbling pot of stew with his chest puffed out and hands on his hips.

It wasn’t fair to judge the dish based on sight and smell alone, since it didn’t look or smell like an absolute disaster. The taste, however — he wasn’t as hopeless ( or dangerous ) as Solomon, but it took flexing one’s willpower to swallow down the overly-seasoned, overcooked cooking whenever it was his turn to provide.

“What’s that look for? Oh, lemmie guess! The hot sauce is finally kickin’ in, ain’t it?”

｢ meme / @zorkaya​​  ｣

“i trust you, stupid.” @ Mammon

Zarina’s compliments were bittersweet — sugar-sweet declarations of trust sprinkled over the usual name-calling. His brothers were deep into the habit themselves, though their words felt more like a backhand slap. Believing that they meant what they said was impossible, but his hopeless heart wanted more than anything to latch onto her words and find comfort in them.

Trust was everything to a demon. Having a human’s trust meant the harvesting of their soul would be all the more fruitful, but that wasn’t his intent. The taste of her soul still piqued his curiosity, but he knew better than to tempt it out of her — not because he wanted to kiss Diavolo’s boots and be a good, obedient demon, but because the soul belonged to Zarina. He didn’t want to hurt her, and there was no hint of a desire to. His greed compelled him to do a great many things, all of them despicable and detestable, but his bleeding heart wouldn’t allow him to lay a single ill-intentioned finger on her.

Her trust was a treasure. He would hold it near and dear to his chest, letting it fuel the fire she had planted deep inside his heart. But while it burned hot and brought back the feeling in his limbs, he still couldn’t wrap his mind around why she would so willingly say the words that she knew would floor him.

“Everyone know I’m the biggest screw up outta all’a us. Why would ya wanna trust me where my brothers are smarter an’ more dependable than I am?” He spared her a quick glance, felt his cheeks warm over, then turned his eyes back to his fingers. Out of habit, he twisted the rings on his fingers, feeling the smooth metal glide effortlessly against his skin. “Are ya really sure it ain’t gonna bite ya in the ass later?”