Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Please don'tclaim this writing and aesthetic as your own. Also if you make any aesthetics and don't mind letting me use them I'll make sure to credit you and thank you for your work. Also if you have any good song recommendations I could listen to on repeat I would greatly appreciate it!
Request: 'I've got another request, this time for Mammon. Have you received the chat from him where he asks the MC to fill in for another model? If you don't remember what I'm talking about it's in the memory box titled "So, ya wanna be a model?" So imagine that they decide the MC is photogenic and they get taken on for a full-time modeling gig there, usually posing in couple pics with Mammon, but the MC starts getting more attention than Mammon would like from the public eye: people hitting on the MC at RAD and in the town and the like.'
I had do so much fun with this! Also sorry for it taking so long, my computer stopped working so I've been stuck using my phone. I hope you enjoy!
This chapter is gender neutral! Remember my requests are open!
TW: Delusional, Manipulation, Sexual Mentions, Blood, Attacking, Knocking Out,
How did this happen? Mammon couldn't understand it, he fell to the ground as tears streamed down his cheeks, falling to the ground, he was in a state of shock. Why? Why did this have to happen? Why couldn't you just stay a secret? Hidden away from the worlds eyes, and their flashing cameras. His breathing was ragged, as he pushed himself back to the wall. His state right now was rather odd to say the least.
It seemed at this very moment he couldn't face reality.
Such a simple thing changed so much for him.
"So ya wanna be a model?"
Those were his words, that he wish he could take back. It was any other day for the white haired demon, another modeling gig was given to him, and as he waited for his partner in today's shoot, the photographer called everyone over. He groaned as he walked over, he crossed his arms against his chest, as the photographer explained the situation with the model. At this point Mammon couldn't care less, he just wanted to get the shoot over with in order to get his grimm. Yet it soon clicked in his mind, when the photographer said 'anyone could be a viable choice so long as they got another models approval, no matter experience and whether or not they were already a model'.
He immediately thought of you, he may or may not be interested in spending more time with you, and the idea of seeing you in different outfits, wasn't unbearable. He pulled out his D.D.D, questioning how he should phrase his words, to where you'd want to come, but either way he'd drag you out of the house if he had to. Depending on your reaction he may have done just that. Yet as the two of you soon made your way to the shoot, you were immediately dragged away from him, by the makeup artists, hair stylist, the fashion designer. You were shoved into the changing room along with the clothes, you sighed, as you glanced at the clothes, before stripping yourself of your own clothes, before slipping into the clothes laid before you.
