First Snippet of a random assortment I found in my writing folder!
Mammon X Fem!MC
Mammon’s head rested on his hand as he watched, Robin had decided to do some baking. She had bustled in this morning with arms full of groceries from the human world, insisting that he help her make some human world food.
So here they were, an hour later, Mammon leaning on the counter watching as Robin worked on another pumpkin-based dessert. It didn’t bother him as much as he let on, some time alone with his favorite human? He’d be crazy to miss this, even though it was mostly just her telling him what to do. It had been ages since it was just the two of them, one of his brothers always butted in. Asmo invited himself onto their shopping trips and made him pay for everything. Levi dragged her off to his room to play some game he didn’t understand, Satan did the same, but with his stupid mystery novels. He couldn’t even get close when the twins decided they wanted to nap with her in the attic. And Lucifer, don’t get him started on Lucifer. So what if they were dating, who cares, he was her first. He should-
“Mammon?” Robin’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
He jerked slightly, looking down at the witch in question. She peered up at him, a bit of concern in her eyes as a hand came to gently rest just above his wrist. “You alright?”
“Hmm? Oh yeah, just thinking.” He shifted, turning to face her fully as she pulled away.
“About?”
“Nothin’” he huffed, crossing his arms and looking away.
She turned back, “seemed awful focused for just ‘nothin’, Mams”
He flushed at the nickname, “It’s MAMMON,” he snarled, “none of that cutesy, nickname crap. Show some respect to THE Great Mammon”
She cocked a brow at him, “none? Not a single one?”
“Hell no!”
She leaned back, closing her eyes sadly, “now I guess only Beel and Belphie get nicknames”
“Good! I didn’t even--” he started before realization hit “wait what’s that supposed to mean”
She had already started mixing again, “it’s exactly what I said, I’ll only use Mammon when I talk to you”
“Hang on! I didn’t say that!” he floundered, fumbling towards her. “I just meant… I mean I--”
She twisted around, the spoon coming up to silence him, “Yes you did. Make up your mind Mammon, this mixed messages shit is getting annoying”
He pulled back slightly, flushing even more, “c’mon, ya’ know what I mean”
“No, Mammon. I don’t.” she scowled.
He lightly grabbed her hips, dragging her towards him, shooting her a pleading look. But she didn’t budge, leveling him with an unamused glare that rivaled Lucifer’s. He dragged her even further forward, winding an arm around her back and dropping his head onto hers. He wrenched his eyes shut, face burning at this point as he willed himself to speak, “please keep callin’ me nicknames”
He dropped his head onto her shoulder, “please”
She sighed, moving a hand up to card through his hair, “alright Mams, I’ll just save it for when it’s just the two of us, alright?”
He nodded and squeezed her again, she hummed before gently prying herself away from her first man. “Now, let’s get back to baking, shall we?”
