#yandere mammon x you

i’m in a mood to write today y’all are in for some treats

title: needy

pairing: yandere!mammon x reader

fandom: obey me

tw: yandere, toxic/unhealthy behaviors, toxic/unhealthy relationships, demons, mild manipulation, non-con contact, implied sexual assault, extremely mild nsfw content

Mammon was likely best described as a whiny pup and a tsundere on most days. It was easy for his brothers to tell who he liked in any other manner than useful, and he clung to you like he was physically attached. He almost was, in a way. 

It was a typical morning. Belphie was eating his breakfast calmly, half asleep, and Beel was down to almost literally eating his plate. Asmo was flirting with you to annoy Mammon, and Mammon loudly insisted because he was the first demon to make a pact with you, that he was the only one with the right to touch you. Typical, as stated. 

You ate calmly and quietly, before ducking away while the fight was going on to your room. It was a rare day off, and you appreciated what little quiet time you got before one of the brothers came bursting into your room to get you to settle an argument, because your word was final if Lucifer wasn’t around. 

You laid there, watching the TSL DVDs again. It was a great series, and you appreciated it. Hell, you were even looking into getting some copies of the books. It was nice to genuinely enjoy watching it, without having something be on the line this time. You were probably on the third disk when you heard your door softly open and close. You assumed it was Beel or Levi, considering the two and how much they enjoyed it, so you absently greeted the ‘intruder’ as you continued to watch. 

You hardly expected Mammon, of all demons, to press his weight into you and pin you down. He hid his face in your chest, and you could feel the tears soaking into your shirt. Damn. What had happened? You were about to ask that very question when he lifted his head and looked you in the eyes. His eyes were serious, angry, and a little sad. 

“Tell me he was lying…!” he hissed out, hugging you and pinning your arms to your side. He was overwhelmingly strong, and you doubted commanding him would do much good at the moment. So you struggled, sputtering out a single question. 

“Wh-who do you mean?” 

“Belphegor, dammit! Tell me he was lying! He said you two have slept in the same bed, and even the great Mammon hasn’t managed that!”  

He sounded frustrated now, and further pressed his weight into you. You looked at him, stunned. Why was he upset… over something so little? You know he’d fallen asleep while laying next to you on the couch at some points, but never a bed. 

“Ca-calm down, an-and expl-plain, please. You- I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you managed, although just barely, considering he was not as light as Lucifer and Beel made it seem. He pressed his lips together in a thin line, searching your face. He must have been looking for signs of a lie. Thankfully, he seemed to relax and just buried his head into your shoulder, hugging you tightly. You awkwardly petted his head and hugged back with a sigh. 

For a long time, he didn’t move, and neither did you, outside of trying to breathe. Then you felt his tongue on your neck and you yelped as he practically held you in a death grip. It hurt to be hugged by him in that moment, and just as you were about to tell him to stop, he kissed you, hard. 

When he pulled away, you were left breathless. He looked at you pathetically, and you would have felt bad in just a moment, if he hadn’t taken the opportunity to restrain you. He looked like he felt guilty for doing what he was, but he didn’t stop. 

You wished you were simply dealing with a needy puppy. Maybe then you would only be covered in teething marks instead of hickeys by tomorrow.