#zannilove

[zannilove]

Word count — 1, 318

Warnings —Masturbation, Teasing, Finger fucking

Note — I was inspired by reading @the-devils-girl94 's post here. I have been on an ObeyMe! kick lately so much so that my brain in literally a temple for the demon brothers, specifically Mammon, Beel & Belphie. IM WEAK FOR THEM >. < I only changed it up a bit, having MC and Mammon being just friends instead of romantically involved.

Co-author: @thelolodiamond

You were spending time with Mammon in his room, the two of you had decided to watch a movie that the white-haired demon had been excitedly boasting about on the projector. What was the movie? Well, it had a rather lengthy title you could hardly remember no matter how hard you tried, and it seemed to be completely unrelated to the plot. But he had liked it and wanted you to watch it and you were shocked because THE Great Mammon had never invited you into his room before now despite the fact that he constantly barged into yours every often, had to happily accept.

So, there you both were 27 minutes into the movie and both very disinterested in the screen, attention turned to your phones. Mammon chuckled, lowering his D.D.D. into your face, the dim light blaring an image of the white-haired demon sleeping in the library at RAD into your cornea.

“Can ya believe someone posted this?!” he snatched the phone away before you were able to see who it was that posted the photo.

Your head which once rested comfortably in the man’s lap was now bouncing violently as he jittered in annoyance for a moment before jumping up from his seat.

“It’s gotta be Asmo or Levi.” Mammon huffed storming towards the door, tucking the phone in his pocket. “Don’tcha leave.” He demanded closing the door behind him.

The room fell silent, aside from the movie playing in the background and you were left a bit confused and slightly shaken, but not like you were frightened, so you didn’t really mind waiting on the couch until he came back. And since you were alone you had an urge to go peeking into things. Of course, you tried to ignore it, and that worked…for the first 5 minutes. But your phone became less and less interesting, and after the 9th lonesome sigh, you realized he would take a while.

Taking some initiative, you stand up and stretch before offering yourself a peek at his bed. It’s weird that it’s so neat and also that he normally tends to have a blanket and pillow on the couch anyway. You decide to try out the bed yourself, pulling a little bit of a goldilocks and realizing exactly why he doesn’t sleep there. It’s nice and spacious with a soft red blanket, but the mattress is hard as a brick. Surely this can’t be right. You try to shift, adjusting your position, trying your back, both sides, and finally your stomach before you give up on this venture.

His closet was in the next room, so logically this is where you thought you should find yourself. Shuffling through the hangers and shifting through the hanging drawers, you weren’t too shocked to find that the Avatar of Greed had a wide variety of designer and expensive looking clothes, some of which still had their tags. Of course… you thought tucking the shirt back into its place, trying your hardest to ignore the pile of clothes in the corner. You’re not his mother, so you can’t be concerned about the placement of his laundry, clean or otherwise. You finished your dawdling around the room off with a confusing game of solo pool and unsurprisingly, you had won every round.

Finally, you flopped back down to see the movie was nearly reaching its end. Realizing that you hadn’t caught any of it and had no intention to try now, you had to think. Your body and mind were having a bit of a conflict of interests about what you should do while sitting on this demon’s couch. Your impatience grew at the fact that this being had left you alone for so long, but your truth was you needed to be alone. You had to handle yourself because impure thoughts had been gathering in droves at the back of your mind. It felt almost as if Asmodeus had possessed you or you had been slipped one of his potions. Whatever this compulsion was, you were at your wit’s end. All that curiosity was just your way of trying to keep out of trouble, but your hand slipping into your pants proved that your efforts were in vain. On top of that, you had taken one of the jackets from the closet and couldn’t help but inhale the scent that was infused into the fabric as you slid it over your body. It was rather intoxicating, and between that and your hand, you found yourself moaning.

Your fingers glide over your undies, teasing yourself for a moment before deciding you wanted more. Your slender fingers stroked slowly over your clit as you continued teasing yourself. Mammon’s fingers were thicker than your own and you imagined the white-haired demon would also press down a bit harder than you were. You let another moan escape through your lips as you moved your fingers as you had imagined he would, your hips grinded forward pressing against them, the heat building in your core. Your chest rose and fell as your finger moved faster, the thought of Mammon touching you so passionately flooding into your mind, his lips all over you, biting and sucking at your sensitive skin.

“MC…?” Mammon blinks his eyes a few times, frozen in the doorway then palms his forehead with an exasperated sigh. Seconds pass in silence, your hand still in position, your mind also unable to register the demon’s return as you lay with your legs spread and pants resting around your thighs. “Whadda ya think you're doin’?”

You tilted your head back looking at the demon, your face flushed red as you shuffled through your brain to find an answer, something that took attention away from the obvious. “Watching a movie…?”

He chuckles. Which makes you confused and doesn’t particularly ease your nervousness. Then his simple laugh turns into a full-on roar. He doubles over, clutching his stomach and you stare at him, your mouth agape. You weren’t expecting him to… to laugh at this situation. Your face burns as your cheeks match the color of rose petals. Before you can muster up an audible response that won’t be utter nonsense, he stops and wipes his eyes, then locks them on you.

“If you’re in that kinda mood, ya coulda just said so sooner.” Mammon sighs, his voice was low like a gritty whisper as if he was saying something that was meant for you and you alone. But you don’t even have the time to be shocked by his statement before he’s looming over you. “Watchin’ a movie ain’t the only way we coulda burned an hour.”

His crystal-like eyes meet yours; you feel his hot breath puff over your neck as he trailed surprise kisses down your chest. He supported his weight by propping his hand on the arm of the couch, his right knee on the cushion beside your thigh. You find out exactly where the other hand is as you feel it rather forcefully replace your own. His fingers traced up and down your folds, collecting your slick and fully lubricating his fingers before he slowly slid two fingers into you.

You toss your head back as you grind your hips against his fingers which move more and more feverishly. His mouth covered your nipple and he sucked, twirling his tongue around the small bud, teasing your skin in his hot mouth as his fingers once again slid over your clit achingly slowly before pushing his fingers back into your needy hole. He swirled your juices around inside you, pumping his digits in and out of you at a steadily increasing rhythm.

As his pace increased, so did your moans. Your body kept attempting to move in sync with his motions, but he gave you a look that made you freeze in place. You knew you were in for a long night…

[the-devils-girl94]

Hi Lexi! I just found your page maybe a week or so ago! I'm having such a great time making my way through everything. I wanted to ask if it would be okay if I turned your 'Walking In On MC Masturbating' Mammon into a fic. Also, keep up the amazing work, I really love your headcanons!

Omg yes! I would love if you could tag me in it and thank you so much!