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mammon: its women’s history month ur not allowed to be mean to me
the rest of the brothers: ur not a woman????
mammon: yeah but MC said i was their babygirl
mc:
mc: yeah i can confirm that
the rest of the brothers:
the rest of the brothers:
mammon: MC is alr ig? they’re pretty okay for a human but they’re still human ://
also mammon: *gets a text from MC*
(is giggling, kicking his feet, twirling his hair, singing disney love songs, smiling uncontrollably, rolling around, shaking uncontrollably, foaming at the mouth etc)
NIGHTBRINGER JUST CAME OUT IM FUCKING SCREAMING
cats: meow
dogs: woof
mammon obey me: hey hey hey ore-sama sanjou
mammon: i would only make a pact with someone special to me, and even then only to one person for my entire life. pacts are a big deal and i wouldn’t want to make such a big choice so half heartedly.
also mammon: PLS PLS PLS GIVE MY CREDIT CARD BACK ILL DO ANYTHING PLS MY GOLDIE YOU WANT A PACT SURE JUS GIVE MY BABY BACK TO ME ☹️☹️☹️🙏🙏😦
mc: im having a great day! :)
mc, who walks in on mammon making out with goldie [the fucking credit card]:
mc: when is it my turn to be happy.
mammon: MC would you still love me if i was a worm
MC: ofc id even make you a little worm terrarium so you had a nice and safe little worm home :))
mammon, whispering to himself: love is real.
mammon: my only desire in life is to be stinkin rich (love me mc)
MC: i hate rich people
mammon: jk i love being poor #debtsquad (are we about to kiss)
moonlight.
mammon x gn!reader
heartfelt fluff
Giggles fill your apartment kitchen, music drowning it all out until you two are the only ones who can hear yourselves. This, you think, is love. Love in its purest and most unadulterated form. Love that is unafraid and comfortable and warm. Love that you could lie and bask in like sunlight on your living room floor on a Sunday afternoon.
He’s shirtless and your chests make contact through your flimsy tacky yellow tank top. (The color is ugly and ‘looks like what spoiled BufoEgg Tea would smell like’ according to Mammon, but yellow is his color and the two of you couldn’t stop laughing when you saw it, so into your cart and wardrobe it went.) His arms wrap around your waist, and he arches his back over you so you can actually reach his shoulders. (Tall bastard, you murmur. Not my fault yer such a short human. He grins. Your palm gently pushes his face away and his smile is so bright it steals the breath from your lungs just like he stole your heart oh so long ago.)
The music hums in the background, Dodie and Laufey play through the speakers, voices creating a gentle melody the two of you hum along to. Your lover is tone-deaf, but you still feel your chest bursting at the seams with love when his voice enters your ears.
The two of you rock to the sides together, holding onto each other so tightly that you feel like you might meld together as one. You voice your thoughts, and Mammon says he doesn’t see a problem with that (he grips you closer to him and meets your eyes and you don’t think you would mind either, if you’re being honest.) The midnight moonlight shines through the kitchen windows, and he tucks his face into the crook of your neck, where you know a crooked smile awaits you. You lean on him and pin his head against you, eliciting a laugh from your lover.
“Love you, Mams.”
“Love y’more.” And you can’t help but press your lips against his at the response. It is soft, and sweet, and slow. I am yours. I would follow you to the ends of all of the three realms if you asked me to. I love you. I love you. I love you, it says.
And you think you would stay like this forever, if you could. Right here, right now, with Greed in your arms and Dear Soulmate ringing throughout the room. How fitting it is, that Laufey’s melodious voice starts her chorus as his forehead presses against yours, blue-gold eyes shining so soft in the light you can’t help but melt.
Suddenly you’re pressed against the counter, his arms trapping you against him and suddenly Mammon is at your ear whispering, “Play the song.” Less of a demand and more of a plea, sweet and nearly silent, his voice sends shivers down your spine.
You can’t help but bask in the endearment that surges through you. A hand tangles itself and plays within the white locks belonging to the second-born Sin.
“What song?” A teasing grin from you. A whine from Mammon.
“Y’know, the song.” He pouts against you and his hair tickles your nose as he buries himself further into the space between your head and shoulders as you laugh at his antics.
“Need’ya to tell me what song, baby. Can’t read minds, y’know.” You know exactly what song he’s talking about.
“I hate ya, y’know.”
“You love me.”
He dramatically sighs against your neck. “Wish I didn’t.” A lie and you both know it. Still doesn’t make your smile any less wide.
“Mean. M’not playing the song for you now.”
“You said you didn’t know the song?!” A cry of outrage and mock indignation. You hastily shush him and break out into a fit of quiet laughter.
You motion for him to lean in closer, before whispering urgently and dramatically,
“I lied.”
“…”
“…”
“I was serious when I said I hated ya, y’know.”
A series of breathy giggles leave you and quickly reach Greed’s ears, and soon enough he’s barking out laughter alongside you.
It’s in moments like these that you know things are going to be alright. No matter what, you’ll have your Mammon by your side, and that means things will be okay.
You remember a time before him, before the love of your life was yours, and you can’t believe you ever thought you were alive before him. Darkness had filled every part of your being, and the days had dragged on, long and pointless. You remember coming home to your empty apartment, and the bitterness that used to form a pit in your chest and choke you to the point of tears.
Before you met the boy with stars in his eyes, you didn’t think you would live to your next birthday. How fitting it was, that he had come in in your darkest moments, only to fill you with light. (The sun seemed dim compared to his smile, and you fondly remember the moment you realized that you would do anything for that smile, no matter how troublesome or ridiculous his scheming may be at times.)
“Watcha thinking ‘bout?” A casually posed question, but his eyes betray the slight worry that stained his face.
Mammon, your Mammon. The love of your life and beyond. What would you do without this precious boy? What would you do without the greedy Mammon who willingly had let you steal his golden heart? (You treasure him as though he is the most precious jewel, and Greed finds himself melting into you more often than not partially to avoid being witnessed as the blushing mess he becomes whenever he looks into your eyes, filled with love. All for him, you tell him. And despite being Greed incarnate, he cannot imagine taking all of the entirety that is your love.)
“Nothin’, just thinking about how much I love ya, Mams.”
He blushes furiously and tries stammering out a response, only to give up and once again bury his face into the crook of your neck, whining and mumbling something along the lines of ‘not fair’ and ‘…love ya’ more, human.’ Against your skin.
And while the moonlight shines and Mitski plays in the background, you play his song and sway with him once more.
i love him ur honor. i am in love with him ur honor. i would do anything for this man. tooth-rotting fluff is not a can, but a must.
please please please please offer feedback and criticism hes my fav character and i want to make sure my writing and characterization did him justice :((
anyways yeah credit to @pothologics for the banger playlist that inspired me to write this
hii a have a ask!! prompt 44 with mammon, fluff!! i can imagine him being a little confused on how to act now that he’s a father but being so happy, so that one is perfect!!
200 followers prompt list!
I apologize in advance I didn’t see the pregnancy prompt in there 😭 I can’t write pregnancy so I put a twist in it!
Mammon x GN! Reader (not specified amab or afab either bc like i said no actual pregnancy it’s a credit card)
Prompt 44: “You could try and sleep it off?”
“I don’t think that will change the fact that I’m carrying your child, sorry.”
You haven’t been feeling well, recently.
Your head is constantly pounding, irritability has become your best friend, and you cry over the smallest things, much to your chagrin.
Mammon, of course, has noticed. He always notices when it comes to you. At first he assumed it was just a bad day, but a bad day turned to bad days, and bad days turned to bad weeks. He’s worried, to say the least, and so he tries to confront you the way he knows best. Obnoxiously and annoyingly. (A few weeks from now you’ll cry over thinking this about your first man. How could you ever think Mammon was annoying?)
“Oi, human!” He starts to stalk over to you, casually yet with a slight urgency that you’re usually able to catch.
You don’t catch it.
You turn rapid fast and send him the most withering, venomous glare you can muster. You think you succeed in whatever you were trying to do, because he stops in his tracks.
“What, Mammon.”
The faux annoyed expression melts off his face and transforms into a mixture of surprise, confusion, and mostly, worry.
“What’s up with you?” A soft murmur as he goes to sit beside you. You melt into him and feel horrible for yelling at him; your eyes start to glisten.
“Nothing. Jus’ tired. Haven’t been feeling well.”
He places a comforting hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles and subconsciously hushing you. “Think ya’ could try and sleep it off?”
You glare. This dumb bitch. “I don’t think that will change the fact that I’m carrying your child, sorry.”
“Wh-whaa!?” Mammon is thousand of years old, but that still doesn’t stop the shock that floods through his brains. What are you talking about?
You slip Goldie out of your pocket and your glare sharpens. “You’ve been asking me to hide her from Lucifer, right?”
A dumbfounded nod.
“Well Lucifer’s been onto me because he knows that I always go along with your fucking plans. I haven’t been able to fucking sleep for the past week, Mammon.”
“…Oh.”
happy pride month to my favorite lesbian mammon 💕
guys if mammon doesn’t win i hope u all know my blood is on ur hands ,,,
REBLOG FOR A LARGER OUTREACH PLEASE AND THANK YOU ‼️‼️
Semifinals
MC: thanks for the crow keychain mams i love it :))
mammon, frantic and embarrassed: what are you talking about i didn’t give you anything (lie)
MC: it has your scent on it and the note said ‘the great mammon has bestowed a gift upon you. enjoy it, human.’ what do u have to say abt that
mammon:
mammon: nuh uh
When Mammon saves up enough money he buys little trinkets that magically appear on your desk. He tries to deny it at first but gives in at the end.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME
mammon and I r making out rn . passionately if u even care….
mammon: happy birthday human !! the great mammon’ll do whatever i can to grant you your wish >:)
MC: I only have one (1) wish for my birthday and that is to get you pregnant
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saying this as an AFAB bitch btw
no thoughts just breaking down in mammon’s arms and sitting in his lap while he rocks you back and forth and firmly rubs up and down your back while telling you he’s got you and it’s all going to be okay.
mc crawls over to mammons bed in the middle of the night after lesson sixteen. they seek comfort in him and he gives it wholeheartedly and tenderly.
they reach the bed and he doesn’t even ask, he just lifts the covers and wraps them in his arms.
the nightmares can’t get them this way; their first man will protect them.
no thoughts just hugging mammon with everything you have and crying into the nape of his neck while he hugs you just as tight, just as hard, just as desperately, but also so gently because he’s afraid he’ll break you with how delicate you are right now.
no thoughts just slumping against him after crying out everything left in you and falling asleep while he still holds onto you and kisses the crown of your head because he knows you won’t notice.
no thoughts just his heart breaking because if he had his way he would take your pain onto himself in a heartbeat but he can’t and that’s what hurts the most.
no thoughts just mammon staying with you like that the whole night and checking your pulse occasionally and feeling relieved at it’s presence because it means you’re still here with him.
no thoughts just falling asleep with your first man and having him treat you like you’re the most precious thing in all of the three realms.
no thoughts; just mammon being your rock like he always is.