Can I get some Mammon fluff? Like he or MC are upset about something and they come to one another for cuddles? I think that's cute.... Plus I'm in need of a hug 🤗
Sorry, anon this took so long!!! Mammon was being a butthead throughout this whole fic and was not cooperating! And this is not exactly cuddling, but I hope it suffices! AND OMG ANON YOU SHALL BE HUGGED 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗 Also, as usual, this story can be read on AO3 here. Additionally, I have a few more writing requests to do, but feel free to send more if you’d like!
Title:
Avatar of Greed
Summary:
Mammon barges into your room very upset. You may not have all the answers, but you sure know when someone is in need of a hug and a listening ear.
Genre:
Angst/Comfort/Fluff
Rating:
G
Word Count:
1606
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You tap your fingers on your desk and stare daggers at your Poison Lore 1001 homework. Your assignment is to create an extremely volatile aphrodisiac using belladonna, hemlock, and another toxic, yet arcane plant native to the Devildom—which is what stumps you, because as a human, how are you supposed to know what toxic plants are native to the Devildom!?
You growl in frustration. You aren’t supposed to use the internet to acquaint yourself with said plant and you can’t find your library card in order to check out a book at the Royal Library to find out what it might be.
Resting your head on your desk, you sigh. Before you can decide that the assignment is a lost cause, you hear your bedroom door swing open. Someone stomps in and sighs dramatically; you can hear them flop onto your bed. You already know who it is before they say a word.
“Mammon,” you groan, not raising your head. “What did I say about sitting on my bed?”
“‘None of the members of the House of Lamentation are allowed on MC’s bed,’” he recites. He pauses and then amends, “‘Cept for the Great Mammon, ‘cause he was MC’s first.”
You moan and turn behind you, where you see Mammon lying all starfish-like on your bed. “I don’t remember adding the last part.” You walk over and poke him. “Get off.”
“No,” Mammon whines, slinking further into the sheets. “MC, ya gotta let me stay.”
Again, you poke him. “Why?”
He sighs. “Just do it, okay?”
Surprised with his answer, you finally decide your homework is most definitely not going to get done and scoot onto the bed with him, sitting on your pillows with Mammon sprawled out in front of you. Absentmindedly, you fiddle with his hair, not noticing the blush that spreads across his face as you do so.
“St—sto—” he sputters incoherently for a few moments, before closing his eyes and retreating to silence. The two of you sit like that quietly for a spell, before he breaks it again. “MC,” he begins, his voice so faint that you barely can hear it, “d’ya think I’m annoyin’?”
You don’t miss a beat as you continue playing with his hair and answer, “Yes.”
“Whaddaya mean by that, huh?” he demands, his blush growing even deeper and his eyes flying open. “Didn’t ya hear what I asked? I asked if ya thought I was annoyin’!”
“I know; I said ‘yes.’” He doesn’t see the tiny smirk that forms at the corner of your mouth.
Mammon fidgets, his face tomato red now. “K—keep talkin’ like that MC, and I might actually believe ya!” He pauses again, and sits up, turning behind to look at you. He looks down and his voice turns into a whisper. “… Do you really think that, though?”
You look at him, raising your eyebrows. Before he had looked down, you had seen something in his dark blue eyes—something you hadn’t noticed before.
You had always noticed the pools of a desire for validation that rippled in his dark sapphire irises, but today—today, you saw thin streams of desperation swirling amongst them, as well. You decide that the time for teasing the tsundere, tsundere demon is over. You pull him back down, letting his head rest on your lap and scoop a pillow off your bed.
“Wh—whoa, MC!” he exclaims. You didn’t think his face could get any redder, but somehow it does. “I know you’re desperate for The Mammon, but ya didn’t even answer my que—”
Before the fool can finish his sentence, you whomp your pillow across his head. You blush, grit your teeth, and answer his initial question, saying, “If I found you annoying, I wouldn’t sit here and listen to you babble, would I?”
Mammon coughs in embarrassment and wisely avoids eye contact—a fact which you are very grateful for, because what would you do if he saw how red your face was now?
You try to regain your composure. You clear your throat and wonder, “Why do you ask?” You ponder if one of his brothers had said something to him for him to ask such a question, but then you remember Mammon’s neverending patience when it came to the verbal lashings that his brothers magnanimously granted to him.
“It’s nothin’.”
You remember the desperation you had seen in his eyes and in your most wheedlesome tone, cajole “Come on, say.”
“I told ya, it’s nothin’ for you to worry about, MC.”
“Please say.” You take a deep breath and muster your sweetest voice. “For me?“
“AAAH!” he grumbles, nestling his head deeper into your lap. “MC, you know damn well that I can’t say no when ya use that voice!”
You smile in satisfaction and amuse your fingers in his hair once more. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Mammon turns to his side so you can no longer see his face and sighs. “Fine.” He takes a deep breath. “MC, what sin am I the Avatar of?”
“Stupidity.” The tease pops out of your mouth without your consent.
“HEY! Stupidity’s not a sin and you know it!”
You stifle a laugh as you notice that he doesn’t deny his idiocy and try to remain serious. “Alright, alright. I know you’re the Avatar of Greed.”
“Mm-hm,” he agrees. “And ya know what? I’m damn good at what I do.” Mammon’s confident tone falters for a moment. “Sure, I’m klepto as hell, but it’s not like I can help that … y’know?” He pauses. “I’m greedy—it’s who I am. When I see somethin’ I like, I gotta have it, no matter what.” You don’t notice that he lightly coils his fingers around your calf as he says this.
Saying nothing, you nod at his spiel. You know the secondborn demon well enough to realize that he has more to say.
And he does. His voice lowers to a whisper and he wonders, “Then why am I always gettin’ blamed for bein’ who I am, huh?” You can feel his head shake in your lap. “Sure, I guess me lootin’ stuff isn’t fun for everyone, but it’s not like I can help it—it’s instinct.”
You’re not sure how to answer his question, so you continue your silence and let him talk.
“But hey, doesn’t everyone notice that it also ain’t fun for all of us to have to explain to the whole class why Belphie’s sleepin’ during lecture again or to open the fridge and realize Beel’s eaten damn near everything? Or hey, do they think it’s easier to have Asmo hittin’ on everything with a pulse? Maybe it’s better for Satan to blow up the House in some kinda tantrum or to have Levi freak the fuck out ‘cause some rando on the internet has a Ruri-chan figure that he doesn’t? Or to know that Lucifer—” his voice breaks, but he swallows quickly and continues, “—to know that Lucifer’s so fuckin’ perfect that I can’t think of any flaws for him?”
Even though you vowed not to interrupt him, you decide it’s best to cut him off there. “Lucifer’s not perfect.”
“Trust me—” Mammon’s voice breaks again as he turns his head deeper into your lap. “—trust me, MC, I know that! Ignore ‘im for a minute here.” He sighs and pivots so that he faces the ceiling, and you can see that his eyes are ever-so-slightly glassy. “Just … why’s that okay, huh? Why’s everything all hunky-dory for them when they’re givin’ into their sin, but all pitchforks ‘n’ torches for Mammon?”
You pull your hands out of his hair and bring them around his shoulders. For once, he’s too distraught to blush. You’re not sure why his brothers act the way they do, but you are sure of the response he needs. “It’s not fair.”
“No,” he mutters, “it ain’t. And it’s not like it bothers me a lot, but sometimes … when I get to thinkin’ … ”
That’s when you realize that the desperation you had seen earlier in his eyes wasn’t just his desperation to be validated, but desperation for someone to just listen to what he was saying.
You’d seen how the other six demons reacted when Mammon spoke—they’d tromp over him (although … could you really blame them? Mammon’s dialogue usually made it clear that he was merely operating on one brain cell). Perhaps it was in an effort to tease, but even then there was only so much a demon can suffer. You’re even more thankful now that you had let him monologue for so long. If anyone deserved to, it was the silly secondborn.
You don’t even have to think as you yank him into a seated position and wrap your arms around his back tightly; you don’t let go as you slowly rub circles into his back. Graciously, you decide to do him a favor and not make the adorable little squeak! he elicited as you did so public knowledge.
“H—hey, MC! Ya don’t have to feel sorry for me or anythin’!” He blushes, having regained some of his cockiness. “I’m a demon for cryin’ out loud! I don’t need a hug!” Nevertheless, he takes a deep breath and leans into you.
Your head is nuzzled into his hair as you murmur, “Shh … everyone needs a hug, sometimes.”
You feel his body stiffen and you worry that that was the wrong thing to say. However, Mammon turns around and wraps his arms around you, just as tightly.
You breathe warmly into him and stifle a laugh when he meekly asks, “Y—you’re not gonna do this for my brothers, right?”
“Never.”
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tiktok famous (hc) - part two | p.p.
summary: a whole bunch of dif tiktoks featuring you and bae peter
warnings: chaotic energy, cussing, and BUTTERFLIES
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- i'm backkkkkkkkk
- so y'all really enjoyed the last tiktok imagine
- and you wanted another
- SO HERE WE GO BABYYYYYYYYY!!
- so basically....
- (just enjoy it)
- i got a lot of tiktok related comments and requests and i hope i remember them all
- (big boobs? whew chile) ANYWAYS SO:
- like pretty much none of them link together so this hc is going to be split into sections of like... blurbs!!
- yayayayayaya
- this one is inspired by @drecming
- so i think most of us know this very special sound..
- ...
- CAN'T TAKE BIG DICK BUT I SUCK ON IT
- y eah
- so as per usual
- you and peter b chillin
- they really do b vibin doe
- OH BY THE WAY
- y'all are dating in this situation :)))))))))
- and as you're binge watching your favorite show you can't stop doing the hand motions to that friggin dance
- aka the epidemic of generation z
- i keep doing the sugar by brockhampton dance i literally can't stop it's fine
- and thank god peter somehow doesn't notice
- like your movements are so subtle but you deadass keep doing it like once per minute
- and so you get up
- like "fuck this, man. if it's stuck in my head i'm at least gonna make a tiktok"
- and so you set it up
- peter's still on the couch in the background
- this boy STILL doesn't really notice what you're doing
- to be fair hsmtmts is a very enticing show ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
- but as soon as the audio plays peter recognizes it
- his head WHIPS over to you
can't take big dick but i suck on it
- he raises an eyebrow at you
i ain't fucking with the pussy, got a bump on it
- *eyebrow raise intensifies*
bad bitch put the pussy on me (on me)
- he sits up, watching as your hips roll (oh man)
whip out my dick then i hump on it
- he slightly cringes at the lyrics me too peter
i'm a bad ass bitch, what you lookin at?
- your butt
ima throw that-
- "oH NO YOU DON'T!" he yells, slight smile on his face as he swiftly shoots a web at you, the string wrapping around your waist and spinning you to him
- the song continues to play as you snort, wheezing as he balances you
- the video finishes and you raise your eyebrows at him
- "no throwing it back on camera," he says pointedly
- you tilt your head in a way that screams peter i love you but you and i both know that i can do what i wanna do and over-protectiveness can be toxic
- he sighs
- "okay, you can, but i'd like it better if it were just for me"
...
- HAHAHAHA
- okay NEXT ONE
- this next one is inspired by @ritxal
- in this one you can choose your relationship
- so peter is a natural born softboy
- he didn't choose the softboy life, the softboy life chose him
- but here's the thing
- it was friday night
- you were bored
- and you decided
- it was time for a change
- and so you approached the man
- who happened to be upside down
- because when is he not
- and, ignoring his protests, gave him an e-boy makeover
- poor peter was decked the fuck out
- striped long sleeve
- band tee
- black ripped jeans wITH THE CHAIN
- nike socks and af1s
- beanie
- and most importantly
- black nails and a little black heart under his left eye
- just picture it p lease
- and it his transformation was posted on your account to forever embarrass him
- and you lowkey found this look a lil wee bit ATTRACTIVE
- whatever
- okey this one's for you @lilmissquackson !!!!!!!
- y'all ever seen the without me (halsey) ones??
- ye
- even if you haven't you'll still get it lol
- so you're in class
- learning about sokovia because history and shit
- and, bored as hecc, you decide to whip out your phone and copy this video you'd seen
- you begin filming and place your right hand on top of peter's left (yay classmates!! sitting next to each other WHOOP!)
- his gaze is hard on his paper as he continues to scribble down notes
- you turn the camera to him for a bit and you're like yes perfect
- and then you return the camera and pull your hand away
- and he REACHES OVER AND TAKES YOUR HAND BACK
- AND YOU'RE LIKE Y E S
- IT WORKED OUT
- PLUS HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW AND HE'S SO CUTE
- you put the phone down, smiling, adjusting your hand a little before you realize you can't take notes anymore because your hand is occupied and using your left hand just aint it period (a/n: im so sorry if any of y'all are left handed lol but pretend y'all are in opposite positions so he has your left hand haha)
- and it's then that he looks at you
- and if his eyes don't make you MELT
- okay i'm sorry that last one was mediocre but you get the point
- alright so like in this process of writing this i've been struggling a bit with details and stuff and making it sound good and funny so they're gonna be short and sweet bc i literally don't know What To Do :)))))))))))))))))
- back to your regularly scheduled programming hell yeah
- this one's for you, @drecming
- back at it again with the ideas!!!! fuck yes!!!
- okay SO
- you seen those "i'm on my savage shit" ones?
- where the guys hand is on the girl's thigh (OR IF YOU'RE A DUDE READING THIS JUST STILL IMAGINE YOUR OWN LEG I TRY TO KEEP THIS GENDER NEUTRAL BUT I FORGET AND PLUS RN IM JUST EXPLAINING THE TIKTOK KJSDBVIBUV) and then she pulls her leg away and the music is like
iM oN mY sAvAgE sHiT
- anyways
- peter's hand is just vibing on your leg
- for you dirty minded folks no it's not vibrating or doing all that janky shit we're children of god here
- says the one who just said the s word OOPS
- and you, as per usual, pull up the sound and start recording
- peter hears the music and is like Huh????
- and then you pull your leg away, grinning at him cheekily before he grabs you, phone flying out of your hand and he pulls you into his lap
"my thigh"
- you give him a look like excuse me sir hUh
- and his face is just like
0_0
- before he smiles at you and laughs and says he's kidding
- but then he stops laughing
...
- and raises an eyebrow
- WOAHHHHHHHH SPICY
- zooooweeeeemamaaaaaaa
- aight moving on
- THE NEXT ONES ARE INSPIRED BY YOURS TRULY!! YAY ME FOR HAVING IDEAS FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE!!!!
- so i'm sure you and like everyone @ your school (if you're in school.. lol) is familiar with this one
- i'm just gonna let y'all experience it idk why i've been telling the tiktok before idek sajbsidvb
- so you're in class right
- doing nothing bc your teacher sucks :////
- but its fine bc it's a fun class
- so you set up your phone with you and peter in the screen and start recording
- peter looks at the phone and then you, confused
"hey, stop!" you say in a whiny voice
- mans is like Uhhhhh what did i Do
"stop! omg peter sTop!" you're smiling at him
- he's so confused
- and then as you're talking
- your voice suddenly lowers into your lower register
"stop!! peter stop it- I SAID STOP."
- his eyes widen and a confused smile is on his face as he jumps back slightly
"YOU KEEP PLAYING *smacks your hand on the table* TOO DAMN MUCH."
- the video stops and you and peter are just silent for a second before busting out laughing
"you've never seen those?"
"no????"
"god peter, you live under a rock"
- the duck walked up to the lemonade stand and he said to the man running the stand: hey! bonk bonk bonk got any grapes?
- sorry i randomly thought of that
- okay NEXT
- this is the one that hits different
- gets you in your FEELS
- DAMN
- we all know peter's a gamerboy
- so he's just chilling playing minecraft on the xbox or something
- what a fuckin nerd
- jk minecraft slaps so hard
- anyways
- as per usual, you set up the camera and start filming
- and you
- i think you know what i'm talkin about
- you slip underneath his arms
- and start crawling into his lap
- and the SECOND he registers what's going on he fucking YEETS the controller behind him and wraps his arms around you
- and when i say yeets
- i mean like
- ZOOM
- you bury your arm in the crook of his neck and you feel him physically relax under you (heartbeat racing though of course) and hold you tighter, planting gentle kisses along your neck and shoulder
- ..
- god FUCK talk about B U T T E R F L I E S
- y'all are going to HATE ME for this one
- prepare yourselves
- so you guys are just chilling in peters room as y'all normally do
- and peter goes to the bathroom
- and like stupid adorable fuck he is
- mans left his phone on silly goose
- and of course
- we all know you can't help yourself
- so like a NORMAL HUMAN BEING
- you decide to snatch it and go look at his tiktok drafts, god knows why
- and the first one you tap
- WHEW CHILE
- your jaw drops to the floor as soon as you read the text on the video
"so apparently when a guy's chain dangles it's attractive..?"
- heart skips a beat
- hands are sweaty
- knees spaghetti
- you look up to make sure the bathroom door is still shut before you whip out your phone and start videoing
- peter is looking nervously cute into the camera before he leans out of shot,
- you know what's next
- and right as the beat drops
- he shows up, SHIRTLESS, with his cross necklace (you've only seen him wear once lmao) dangling down
- not to mention the goddamn CURLS hanging down
- and your heartbeat quickens
- ... both heartbeats...
- then fucking PETER JUST STROLLS INTO THE ROOM
- ALL INNOCENT N SHIT AS IF HE DIDN'T HAVE A VIDEO ON HIS PHONE THAT LITERALLY MADE YOU READY TO RISK IT ALL
- "why do you have my phone?"
- you've never slammed it onto the bed so fast
- "no reason"
- he raises a suspicious eyebrow before picking up his phone and unlocking it
- and the fear in his eyes when the screen opens to his video
- he looks back up at you, mouth slightly open in fear/awe/ohshitohgodohFUCK
- and you and your goddamn mouth-
- "peter, it's hot"
- and oh how the look in his eyes changed
😈
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until next time <3
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