Could I Please Get Some Mammon X MC Fluff? Only If You Want To Though

Could I please get some Mammon x MC fluff? Only if you want to though

"I'd Spend My Last Dime, Just to See You Smile" Mammon/Avatar of Greed (Obey Me!)

@niphredil-14 Thank you for being my first ask! I'm very happy to start writing for people again and my hope is for my writing to make these people smile from ear-to-ear. I plan to do my very best! I hope you enjoy!

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Mammon thought today would be the day things would go right for in his life. He found a sweet amount of Grimm just lying about on his way out of house for school that morning, was able to hold more than a thirty second conversation with MC during passing period without any of her other suitors interfering, and on the way home he was able to purchase a pair of designer sneakers he'd been wanting since their release last month with aid of his pride and joy Goldie. Yet once he returned home, that's when everything turned sour. Mammon was about to drop his bag off in his room before heading in the direction of MC's to hopefully hang out with her for a half hour or so before dinner. Possibly work up his nerve to ask the pretty human girl who has been living with him and his brothers for what seemed like a long time. It was only right that he should the one to ask her out and become her boyfriend, right? He was the first demon she chose to make a pact with, after all. With that little detail being very special to the avatar of greed, it sparked emotions bigger and greater than simple adoration or gratitude. Though he decided to put aside his pride and his stubborness to put all his cards in front of her, the action into fulfilling those plans had to be delayed for the time being. At the moment, he was caught in an ugly confrontation with Lucifer.

"Whaddya mean you are kicking me out, Lucifer? Don't ya think that's a bit extreme, even for you?" Mammon shrieked in reply at the consequence for not paying his recent bills that were piling on Goldie's weary shoulders and were about to give under the weight of its owner's irresponsibility.

Lucifer, debating whether he should just leave in the middle of discussion for Mammon to figure what he really meant or choke him out because hearing him yell for the others to hear gave him a pounding headache, sighed. Massaging his aching temples as he tried to find how to explain his decision in easy, simple words in his extensive vocabulary. "It's only until you find yourself a real job. It is high time you learned how to fend for yourself instead of leeching off others all the time. If you continue to be this careless and irresponsible, you'll never have a decent future for yourself. And I and our brothers refuse to bail you out anymore. Get an actual job or find other living arrangements. If you also want repossession of your credit card, you'll have to pay back all that money you owe on it through hard work. I'll give you until evening to come back with a job. Don't waste it," without another word, Lucifer tucked the card away inside his pocket and left a flabbergasted Mammon behind.

Though he was furious with Lucifer and how everything he said was law, Mammon knew better than to write his threat as a joke. He needed a job and quick, because if he didn't the great Mammon couldn't protect his beloved human from everyone else back home. That being the motivation to find work, he surprisingly landed himself a job at Hell's Kitchen and another at Hocus Pocus. It was sad, though. The only reason they hired him so quickly and with as little as a short interview, they were both very short-staffed as is. It did not bother him too much since the pay was good and hours were fairly reasonable. In less than a month, Mammon was able to pay off almost all the payments he had on Goldie and he felt having a job wasn't as terrible as he once thought at the start. It made him feel more reliable and gave him the sudden desire to use his money for someone other than himself. For the first time, he wanted to give something to MC rather than just take like he always had.

A month or so passed, Mammon had paid everything off and had enough money to spend on that little sparkling object he often saw in the front window of Majolish from his walk to and from his two jobs. After work one day, he purchased it without hesitation and walked back to the House of Lamentation with a proud stride in his step. His heart jumping nervously in his chest, each leap growing with intensity, he knocked on MC's bedroom door and waited anxiously for permission to enter.

"H-Hey, MC. If you are busy, I'll make this really quick. There's actually somethin' I wanna give ya," stumbling over his words the second the door opens and blushing madly as he dramatically attempts to hide the bright pink bag behind his back after his eyes meet hers. "Look, if you don't want it, I'll just..." averting his eyes as he tries desperately to collect himself before he melts into a puddle of embarrassment but stiffens as he watches MC climb off the bed to approach him and seize the bag from his clammy grasp.

"Thanks, Mammon, you didn't have to get me anything," her giddy grin causing the embarrassment he felt disappear as his chest swelled with excitement and relief while she pulls the charm bracelet out from under the complementary tissue paper. "It's beautiful... Thank you, Mammon. You're really sweet, you know that? Can I try it on?" Beaming with joy, the avatar of greed reflexively grasped for her hand and replied softly, "Hey, MC, let me help ya. Put it on, I mean." Amused but also charmed by his behavior today, MC only nodded and watched as Mammon latched the bracelet to her wrist.

"I love you, MC..." Her heart at the brink of stopping at Mammon's declaration, though that feeling of temporary shock became relief when she found resolve shining brightly in his deep, dark blue eyes. "I don't want to be with anyone else but you. I don't want you to be with anyone but me. I was the first demon you made a pact with when you first came to Devildom and I want to be the first and hopefully the last you'll ever love. I'd give my last dime to make you smile, I'd settle for the uncool things if it'd make you closer to me. I want to love you, MC. I want to become a bigger part of your life. Is that somethin' you're okay with me doin?"

His whole body was on edge as MC entered his personal space, threaded her fingers through his soft white hair, and pressed their lips together. His entire body flushed with heat at the feeling of her every curve molded to fit his body, her mouth interlocked with his, and her heart racing next to his. Once Mammon could process what was going on, he swung an arm around her waist and cradled the back of her head with his free hand. Gripping handfuls of hair in between his fingers as he kissed her vigorously, greedily, desperately like he'd soon wake from a dream that felt too good to be real. Once they had parted from each other, Mammon felt MC's soft hands cup his cheeks and his heart doing backflips inside his chest as she stared at him adoringly. "You really have a werid way of asking people out, but guess that's just apart of your charm. You are already the first and last man I'll ever love. I was just waiting for you to return those feelings. I love you, too, Mammon," MC answered with a bright, joyous grin.

Mammon was just about to pull MC in for another kiss until he heard her ask. "So, where's the reciept for this bracelet, Mammon? You didn't steal this, did you?"