#who up scrubbing and oiling and rubbing their horn rn...

[meirimerens]

who up scrubbing and oiling their creature

[wickedyan]

Any scenario with a jealous Mammon please? I just need one demon rn

Your First? Your Last.

Character: Mammon, Obey Me! Shall we Date?

Warnings: Yandereness, soft violence, threats, nudity in a non-sexual context.

A/N: sorry guys this is an obey me blog now . and OF COURSE! apologies for the wait, my dear.

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Warm. You were very warm. It wasn’t unpleasant by any means, no. The feeling of waking up and being so warm and comfortable? It was quite comforting.

A soft snore, grumbling from behind you. The chattering of the tv, too bright. You snuggled into the plush blanket, wrapping it further around yourself, hiding from the light of the tv. You allowed yourself to inhale deeply.

You were surprised when you smelled lavender, not the usual smell of your sheets or even your partner, Mammon. You sniffed once more, stretching and sitting up and letting your jaw loosen as you yawned loudly.

“Stop moving… and you make too much noise.” a sleepy voice grumbled from beneath you. You sleepily rubbed at your eyes, gazing down at the figure that lie behind you. You heaved a sigh.

“Belphie… what have I told you guys about joining me for naps…?”

You watched as the corner of his lips twitched into a half smirk. “I wouldn’t know what you’re talking about y/n… I spent so much time in that attic y’know, probably missed out on the notice to the rest of my brothers.” He snuggled into your side, arms snaking around your waist and pulling you down into his chest. Belphegor adjusted his position, pushing your face into the space he’d made in his neck. The scent of lavender was its strongest there, as it was where Belphie put the oils to help him sleep. It was making you sleepy too, but you pushed away with a chuckle.

“Belphie, you know how Mammon gets. It’s unfair of me to snuggle with his brothers and expect him to not do the same to other girls.” You smiled down at him, and he peaked at your expression with one eye, before shutting it again.

He didn’t move, but you knew if his eyes were open, he would be rolling them at you right now. “Yeah yeah,” he pulled the blanket from you, wrapping it around himself instead. “I know. I still haven’t received new slippers from his last tantrum.” You shivered from the loss of warmth.

“Are you going back to sleep? I’ll wake you when dinner is ready.” He waved you off, rolling over to face away from you. You’d leave him be.

 You traipsed through the House of Lamentation, noticing the chill of the halls as you passed through. You’d better shower before you ran into Mammon, you decided. It’d be best he didn’t find out that his brothers were breaking rules again by smelling them on you, and the hot water from the shower would definitely warm you up. Rubbing at the bare skin of your arms, you barely noticed the sweet floral scent waiting around the corner.

“My sweet y/n!” The day Asmodeus wore a perfume the same as the day before would be the day you died. Probably. Was today’s scent of roses? Maybe something sweet like fairy floss… It seemed like a mix of the two.

“Good afternoon, Asmo. Today’s perfume is lovely. A little overpowering,” your eyes watered, “but pleasant nonetheless.”

He smiled that charming smile. It was contagious, and you felt yourself smiling back at him. You shivered once more, remembering your mission. You continued walking with Asmo falling in step beside you.

“Isn’t it?! I bought it new only recently! Of course, I don’t need perfume to smell good, but why not use it to enhance my already scrumptious natural scent! Wouldn’t you like a taste, hm?” His eyes darkened, his eyes staring into your own, daring you to close the gap between your lips. And it would be so easily to. To inch forwards and press your lips to his own full, pink lips that just looked so soft… You rolled your eyes, snickering as you regarded him.

“Sorry Asmo, you know your charm doesn’t work on me. Plus, Mammon wouldn’t be too happy if I locked lips with his brother, now would he?” Asmo pouted, rubbing his cheek into your hair. Damn, another brothers smell.

“Aw… I really thought I had you that time!!” You giggled at his childish expression.

“Maybe next time Asmo.” You grinned at him, waving him goodbye as you stood at the door of your room.

“I’ll save some room on my lap for you at dinner, y/n-chan.” Asmo winked before he skipped away down the halls, humming a melodic tune.

You sighed, shaking your head. These demon brothers… they were really trying to get you in trouble… You were quick to duck inside your room, not bothering to turn on the lights. Stripped, clothes flung in random places, you stepped under the hot spray of water. Allowing yourself a moment of peace before you got to scrubbing away at your skin. The soap lathered easily, so you spread the bubbles all over your body, massaging it into your chest and shoulders, where the lavender aroma stuck the most.

Two more hands began lathering shampoo into your hair and you sighed as the fingertips scraped at your roots just the way you liked it. It distracted you from washing your body, relaxing into the foreign hands.

Wait.

You whipped around with a squeal, covering your chest and genitals, managing to get soap in your eyes in the process. You couldn’t see, blinded by the bubbles that had invaded your vision. You were scared.

“Woah woah, calm down! It’s just me!” Before you could be relieved at the familiarity of the supposed strangers voice, anger filled you.

“Stupid Mammon!” You shouted, blindly throwing your fists out towards the demon intruding on your private shower.

“He- Ow! Hey WAIT- OW!! Stop! Y/n!!!”

Laughter bubbled out of your throat, “Fine fine… I’ll stop. But a little warning next time? What if you were Satan? Or worse… Lucifer… I had to fight you until I knew who you were.” You turned to face the stream of water, washing the suds from your eyes and hair as you spoke. His expression was sour when you turned to face him once more.

“Mammon?” you asked, stepping closer and cupping his jaw. He pulled away, not making eye contact.

“Wouldn’t you prefer them over me anyway? Why fight them?”

Eyebrows drawn together in confusion, you sighed, “Mammon… you know you’re the one I like. That’s why I’m with you, and not them.”

He shook his head, he was angry. “Then why were you cuddling with Belphie? Why flirt with Asmo? Why buy Beel his favourite foods knowing it only leads him on? Why y/n? Am I not good enough for you?” His demon form. The leather of his wings whacking against the tiles, his horns peaking out from wet hair, eyes alight with barely contained fury.

But he was still your Mammon, and Mammon didn’t scare you.

You cradled his cheek in your hand, struggling to force his face towards yours. He was much stronger than you. He pressed you into the cool wall of the shower, shutting the water off in the process. Arms pinned to the tile above your head. His nose pressed against your own.

“I hate seeing them touch you. You’re mine… I was your first and you’ll always be always mine…” His voice cracked with emotion; one you couldn’t quite pick. His face was angry, sharp lines and creases. But his eyes were painful, sad and insecure. “I wont let them take you from me, even if I have to be your first, and your last.” His eyes widened, sharp teeth bared towards your throat as he closed in.

“I’m yours, Mammon, only yours.” You spoke evenly, a smile on your face even as your heart pounded. You weren’t scared of Mammon. No, he was your sweet Mammon behind that angry face, you knew that. The sudden weakness of your knees and the way your eyes clenched shut was only instinctual. You weren’t scared of Mammon, you couldn’t be scared of your boyfriend.

A kiss to your throat. Then another, and wet warmth that wasn’t his tongue nor the water from the showerhead. His grip on your wrists loosened, and you pulled free, running your hands through his hair, willing them to cease shaking. His face pressed to the juncture of your shoulder and your neck and you held him until he (and your knees) stopped trembling. By the time you pulled him from your shoulder, he was in his human form, and this form hunched pathetically.

“I love you, Mammon.”

He smiled a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, but you decided not to acknowledge it. You felt behind you, switching the shower back on once more.

You washed his hair this time.

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