“Hey, MC! Check this out!” Mammon flexed his bicep. His boney arm was a pretty stark contrast against his pristine white tank top.
“What am I looking at?” You asked, playing with your straw with your tongue. You had barely drank two sips of your drink before Mammon waltzed in your room parading around like a clown.
Mammon puffed out his cheeks before flexing his arms, again. “My guns, duh!” He hit a different pose. This one showing off his lanky back. “Now ya don’t gotta like Beel’s workout pics on Devilgram anymore.” Another pose. This one had him flexing both of his arms in front of him. “Ya got the real deal right in front of ya!”
You placed your cup on your side table. “Is this what all that’s about?” You asked. “Honestly, Mammon, you’re such a child.” You stepped over behind him.
“I’m not a child! Ya just—AIEEEEE!” Mammon screamed when you dug your fingers into his armpits. He slammed his arms against his sides, but it was too late for him.
“What was that?” You asked.
Mammon’s legs immediately gave out from under him, and you followed him to the floor, tickling him all the while. “Heheheheey!! Q-Quihihit it!”
“Not until you admit you’re being childish.”
“I’m nahahat!”
You shrugged. “Then, I guess I’ll have to keep tickling you forever.” Of course, you weren’t actually going to do that. It would be too cruel, not to mention tiring. However, Mammon’s look of pure terror was too funny not to tease.
“Fihihihine FINE!” He shrieked. “I’m being childish! Hahaha! I’m beheheing—wahaait stop plehease!” Mammon began to babble in between giggles.
True to your word, you stopped, leaving Mammon to pant for air on the floor. “You don’t need to show off to me, you know?” You said, brushing his bangs away from his forehead. “I like you just the way you are.” You poked the tip of his nose for good measure.
Mammon flushed, but he still managed to give you the tiniest of nods. “Y-Yeah, I know,” he said.
Using a make-up brush to spread the blue-ish powder over your cheeks, you looked at yourself in the mirror, making sure the whole costume was coming together nicely. Pale, lifeless skin, gruesome fake cuts and wounds all around and even some details to make it look like you were rotting alive. Yeah, that was a nice zombie costume.
“What are you supposed to be?”
Nice, but maybe not so obvious zombie costume. At least, not to everyone. Unamused, you sighed, turning around to face Mammon. “A zombie, duh,” you said, checking out his costume. With fake red horns on his head and a black cape, he was dressed as… a demon. How creative.
“Hah, a zombie?” Mammon laughed, putting a hand on his waist and tilted his head, trying to check out the rest of your costume. “You’re not going to try to eat my brain, are you?” He teased.
“I would if you have one,” you chuckled, your voice full of snark as you highlighted the dark circles under your eyes.
“Hey! Whaddaya mean?” Mammon barked, crossing his arms and puffing his cheeks. Oh, he looked offended - which only made you laugh more.
Turning back to him, you put the make-up tools aside and took a few steps towards the bed where he was sitting. “What? Do you want me to eat you, Mammon?”
It was easy, almost too easy to get him flustered. Just like you expected, his eyes opened wide at your words, probably falling for the second meaning in them. “W-what?!”
“You looked so offended when I said I wouldn’t… do you perhaps have something in mind?”
You could tell how flustered he was, you could nearly feel the heat in his face when you leaned closer. Grinning, you put one hand on his shoulder. He could barely speak, stuttering one thing after the other, totally incomprehensible.
“Hah…” You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes and… “Pffft!”
Pushing him down into the mattress, you managed to lift his shirt in a swift moment. With Mammon pinned down under you, all you needed to do was blow one raspberry after the other, covering his middle with ticklish attention.
“NahAHAha- wahAHAhait!” He cried, putting both hands on your head as he tried to push you away, his feet kicking in the air as you began to nibble close to his navel. “ThaHAHahat’s noHOhot eahAHating! It’s tihIHickling!”
“Same thing,” you muttered in a breath second, using that small pause to catch up your breath before continuing to “eat” the poor demon. After all, if he didn’t have a brain, as a zombie, you needed to feast on something else, right?
A/N: After Tumblr tried to get rid of me, did you guys thought I would lose my streak? NOT A CHANCE
I just couldn't share it with you guys and here is the proof!!!
Anyway, you can expect a 2nd post today, so see you soon!
A/N: The more days pass, the more my brain dries up. I apologize because these last drabbles have not been the best x.x
You laughed, throwing a pillow at Mammon's face.
"Hey! It's a good one!"
"That's probably the stupidest idea you've had this week and you've been saying quite stupid things lately!"
Mammon laughed at your words, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "I'm serious! Even Belphie and Satan will get jealous and they'll be like 'oh how didn't we think about that?!"
You snorted. There was no way in Hell that the Anti-Lucifer Squad would think that was a good idea. Make a prank call to Lucifer? It really was stupid; Lucifer was no fool to fall for such a ridiculous thing, but... Mammon really seemed excited by the idea. Maybe…
"It sounds risky," you said, tapping your chin in thought before sighing loudly. "Okay, fine. Let's do it."
Before you could even process what was going on, Mammon was pulling his D. D. D out and calling Lucifer. He put it on speaker quickly and Lucifer answered in three rings.
"What on Earth do you need no-"
"Quickly, tell me where to hide the body- dammit!" He called your name, making you flinch. "Don't fucking play with that arm, it's all bloody!"
"What the hell are you doing now, Mammon?!"
Mammon tried to hold back a laugh as he gasped loudly, "shit, wrong number!" And he hung up.
"We're in big trouble," you said, feeling panicky laughter in your throat. "We better leave for a while before he gets us, quickly!"
"So there's no body, huh?"
Both you and Mammon shrieked, jumping when Lucifer's form suddenly materialized in the middle of your room, hands on his hips and a dark aura surrounding him. Oh, it was the end.
"Well, don't worry, there soon will be two, I assure you both."
"B-Big bro! It was- It was just a joke! Did- Did ya really believe I would- agh, no!" He shrieked out your name. "Help meeehehehe! Ahahaha, Luhuhucifer n-nohohoho!"
Well, you really didn't expect that. Lucifer lunged at Mammon and pinned him to the floor of your room, his hands buried under his little brother's arms, making Mammon cackle hysterically.
"NOT THIHIS! NOHOHOT THIHIHIS!"
"A stupid joke like yours deserves a stupid punishment like this."
Lucifer seemed very focused on wrecking his brother, so you slowly got out of bed and as discreetly as you could, you approached the door.
"Where are you going?"
"Eek!" An invisible magic wrapped around your waist and dragged you right beside Mammon who was current laughing his head off, snorting hilariously. "Don't you think you're safe."
"I didn't do anything! I told him it wasn't a good id-d-deheheahaha! Luhuhucihihi!"
Your laughter along Mammon when you felt one of Lucifer's hands latching to your ribcage, the other buried under Mammon's arm.
"You could've stopped him, but decided against it, so now you both will be tickled until you learn your lesson."
Oh, you both were in big trouble!
EXTRA
"H-Hey…," Mammon said breathlessly, gently tapping your arm as if making sure you were still alive. "I just thought… of a funnier prank call."
"..." You looked at him, your lashes still wet after crying of laughter. "... Okay, fine. Let's do it," you said, giggling already. "What could possibly go wrong, right?"
Summary: Bee loves to make Mammon wait. Mammon is too damn ticklish for this shit.
Characters/Ships: Mammon/OC (Bee)
A/N: I refuse to let this tickletober pass by without writing at least some things. I REFUSE. So take this. Maybe I'll redo it at a later date.
Words: 250 words (Wow, this SUCKS)
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"I'm not even doing anything yet, you silly goose..."
Bee looks down at Mammon from where she's perched above him with a fond smile and softened eyes. Mammon squirms slightly on the bed, his hands loosely holding her wrists. His face is flushed a light red, his own mouth trembling as he fought to control his smile. Behind Bee's back, he kicked his legs against the mattress, trying and failing to distract himself.
"You lihihihiar!" Mammon squeaks out as he eyeballs Bee's hands. They stay mostly unmoving above Mammon's stomach, the fingers wiggling slowly. Bee laughs softly, finding Mammon's predicament amusing.
"It's not my fault that you're too ticklish to take it! What are you gonna do when I do THIS, huh?"
Mammon squeals again as she feints her hands downward, the tips of her fingers barely touching his stomach before returning to their previous position. He barks out a nervous laugh afterward, his blush worsening.
"BEHEHEHEE! Stohohop thahahat!"
Bee giggles along with Mammon as she does the same thing again, her fingers barely curling against his belly before moving back again. "You're such a goofball, heh. I could do this all day."
Mammon laughs once more at her teasing words, his face getting progressively more red.
"Oh, shuhuhut up!"
Bee gasps in mock offense, looking down at Mammon with a scandalized gaze. "How RUDE! I think that deserves some punishment!"
"Wait! Waitwaitwaitwahahahahahait...!"
Is all Mammon gets out before Bee suddenly strikes, a loud cackle echoing throughout the room afterward.
This is a self indulgent fic because I love Mammon and came up with this cute little idea!
This can either be interpreted platonically or romantically! Whatever your preference!
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Summary: Mammon keeps trying to mooch Grimm off of you, so against the advisory of his brothers, you give in. You decide to teach him a little lesson after it gets frequent, in your own form of payback.
“MC, can I borrow some Grimm off of you?” You thought it was harmless at first, despite the warnings from Levi and Asmo, so you gave a mouse a cookie and lent Mammon some of your Grimm. His glowing face was hard to say no to until he sped off, waving goodbye from around the corner of the hallway he dashed into. You shrugged your shoulders and thought nothing of it, having more than enough to spare. If only it had stopped there…
The next time he came knocking was when you were in class, apparently having run all the way across the Academy from how out of breath he was. “Could I sneak a few Grimm off ya’, MC?” He whispered quietly, not wanting to make himself known to the professor teaching on the other side of the room. Satan furrowed his eyebrows from where he sat beside you, giving you a knowing look.
“Ignore him, MC, he should be in class right now anyway,” Satan huffed, twirling his pen in his fingers idly. You thought it over for a moment but couldn’t resist the puppy dog eyes staring up at you through those sunglasses.
“It’s fine, but you still need to pay me back from last time, Mammon.” You tapped his nose to remind him, pulling out your DDD and DevilPal-ing him some cash.
“Thank you so much, MC! You’re the best, I’ll catch ya later!” He popped up in excitement, celebrating a little too loud.
“MAMMON!” The professor screeched, making him balk and high-tail it out of the classroom. You broke down into bright giggles while Satan tried to hold his back with a hand brushing over his smiling mouth.
Mammon was very grateful for the stuff you lent him and promised to pay you back tenfold once get got a hold of the money. And you knew he was good for it because occasionally, you would find little gifts on your desk with a gold embellishment that could only belong to him. However, it had been three weeks since and he had been pestering you and the brothers more than usual. So the logical solution was to mess with him.
You waited until that night, it was an hour before dinner and you had just finished studying with Beel and Asmo. After you deposited the books in your room, you made your way to Mammon’s hearing some jazz playing through the door.
You knocked before swinging it open to see Mammon with his feet propped up on his desk, scrolling through stocks on the DDSE. He tipped his head back from where he was in his chair, almost leaning too far and falling backward before he caught himself, scrambling for purchase on his desk.
“-*cough*- What’s up, MC? Ya need somethin’?” he brushed off casually, red staining his cheeks.
“Mammon, I-I..” you stammered as you made your way over to his desk. “Something came over me, I don’t know what’s happening,” You slumped into his arms, leaning on him with your hands gripped on his shoulders.
“MC?!? Here, let's sit down,” he led you over to the couch waving his arms like a panicked mother hen.
You groaned and held your hand to your head, “I feel weird all of a sudden, its almost like I’m… changing!” He let out an exasperated noise, shaking you by your shoulders lightly. “W-we need to get you to Solomon, he might know what’s going on!”
He reached for his DDD, only to have his wrist grabbed and pinned to the side of the couch. “I can’t hold it back! I’m turning into my final form!” You bit your lip trying not to laugh, as you swung your legs over his, pushing Mammon back into the couch pillows.
“M-MC, what are yaAHAhA!” Mammon’s face went from incredulous to bewildered as he wrapped his arms around his torso, trapping your wiggling fingers from advancing further up into his armpits. “I’m not MC, I’m the tickle monster! RAHHH!”
You could see the panic melt off his face, but nervous excitement replaced it. His laugh was composed of bright cackles that bounced all over the room, assorted squeaks slipping out when you scratched lightly between the bones of his upper ribs. “YouhoHOU’re nahAHat a mohohoNSthEher, Luhucifer is wahahay wohorse than you!” he taunted, his teasing nature shining through his squirming.
Your eyebrows furrowed and you lean in front of his nose, mouth quirking up in a smirk. “Oh, really? Is that so?” You chuckled darkly and began to knead into his tummy, making him arch his back up into your hand with renewed titters.
A loud squeal followed by frantic giggles escaped his lips as you found a soft spot just below his belly button. Digging into the pudge and vibrating your fingers made him thrash, while gently skittering your nails there made him curl up to meet you before crashing back down on the couch. “You’ll learn, not to underestimate me Mammon!”
He howled when you dug circles into his hips, eyes shutting tight and hands coming to grip your wrists, though surprisingly, not trying to push you away. “MC, NAHAHAT THEHEHERE -snrk- WHAHAHAHAT DIHID I DOHOHO?” You tapped your fingertips over his hipbones to give him a bit of a break and answer his question.
“Well, you owe me some Grimm, so you’re paying me back. With your laughter!” You watched as Mammon’s face went ten shades of red and he covered his face before dragging his hands down his cheeks indignantly. “Laughs ain’t a valid Devildom currency! I should know, human, they aren’t even crypto- HEY!”
Mammon squawked as you started up again on his tummy, making him throw his head back in a flurry of cackles. “They are in my book! Plus, you need to lighten up, I can tell you’ve been stressed lately,” you voiced, enunciating your statement with pokes around his sides and upper thighs. He squeaked and squirmed around with uncontrollable giggles when you got to his thighs, making you coo affectionately when he halfheartedly came down to bat at your hands. “Did I find a giggle spot, Mams?”
“Shuhuhut uhuhup! You found nahahathing!” He slapped one hand over his mouth and grabbed your poking fingers with the other. You smirked, intertwining your hand with his, pinning it above his head. Mammon’s eyes went wide and his breath hitched at his mistake, small giggles tumbling out of his mouth at what was to come.
You chuckled down at him, tracing around his forearm and bicep to make him melt under your touch with breathy laughter. He was practically a puddle by this point. A wide smile formed uncontrollably on your lips when you saw how still he was trying to be for you, his eyes crinkling at the corners, hair unkempt, cheeks rosy, and still trying to hide his adorable laughter. He could have pushed you off a long time ago without trouble, but you were both having fun, evident by the happiness in both your eyes, the occasional laugh mixing in with Mammon’s.
“Okay, one last thing, and your quota will be met for the day,” you chirped, giving a quick scribble to his bare tummy where his shirt had ridden up. “EEhehehe- gehehet ohohon wihith ihihit- WAIT NAHAHAHAHAO!”
You shuffled further down to sit on his knees and bent over in front of his hips, lowering your chin to rest on his lower tummy. Just this simple action was enough to get him cackling, and he peeked out from behind his fingers to watch what you were going to do next. You decided the best course of action was to nibble on Mammon’s exposed hipbones, barely grazing your teeth across that horrendously ticklish spot. “MC PLEHEHEHEAHSE *snrk!* DOHOHONT!”
You finished by scratching over both hips with your blunt nails and blowing raspberries on his lower tummy which made Mammon screech and almost buck you off. When his cackles went silent, you rubbed the flat of your palms on his hips to dull the sensations, yelping as he pulled you down beside him. His tired laughter sounded like music, you could feel the joy rumbling through his chest as he pulled you into him, sandwiching you comfortably between the couch.
“You happy now?” He looked down at you from above, wrapping his arms around you. “Very! Although, I gotta say, Lucifer’s got some competition. I’m gonna be the ultimate tickle monster in the Devildom by the end of this year,” you boasted, making him fake pout and scoff.
“I really am sorry about the Grimm though, I’ll pay you back soon,” he said quietly, scratching the back of his neck. You popped up and shook your head. “It’s okay! Seeing you smiling and happy is more than enough payback, especially if I’m the one doing it,” you hugged him back, tucking your head into his warm chest.
“You know, that goes both ways, MC,” he whispered with a teasing lilt in his voice, sneakily bringing his hands to skitter up your sides. “Wait- Mammohohon!”
Needless to say, the House of Lamentation turned out to be full of tickle monsters (er-demons). But you wouldn’t have it any other way.
