Obey Me! Oneshots.

「Mammon x reader. "Plastic Bag"」

(Note: I apologize if some parts seem repetitive, or out of place, I haven't been able to write as often. Damn you, school. This may or may not have taken me 5 months to publish. Other than my lame excuses, thank you if you have read this one-shot, I promise I'll work harder! ^^)

" . .. ... . .. ..."

I'm getting a bit sick of seeing those repetitive three dots, how long has this been going on for anyway?

Mammon suddenly texted me thirty minutes ago, and I've been waiting for him to send the text, and for me to receive it. But he's not sending a single letter, just a repetitive loop of three dots. I almost fell asleep while standing up, I didn't want to be rude and tell him to hurry up, even though I was already quite impatient, I told him that I had to study and that he could take his time with the text. When I turned my device off, I heard a notification, it was none other than the Great Mammon, he sent me a sticker saying "Ok!" I face-palmed my forehead before heading out.

When I finally reached the doors to Café Lament, I was craving some café sweetness and thought it would be a good idea to study for an upcoming test that was about Devildom's history and whatnot but to be honest, I was mainly there for the food. As I was about to sit down and pull out my textbooks, I saw a glimpse of familiar-looking hair near one of the tables, but I didn't mind it and left my notebooks to order a drink, feeling thirsty. When I went to the cashier, I looked above the counter to check the menu, wanting to try something different than I usually order. I smiled at the cashier requesting a drink and dessert that I hadn't tried yet, they smiled at me saying that it was a good choice and told me to wait for a moment, I nodded my head in reply. As I stood in front of the counter, I pulled my D.D.D out, checking my notifications and text messages, but all I got in return was the sound of my own sigh. The cashier got back quickly and gave me my order, as I gave them the cash I walked back to my table and started to sip a bit of my drink, smiling at the pleasant taste.

When I settled down, I got straight to studying, trying not to get distracted by the idle chatter going on around me. Instead, I pulled out my earphones and plugged them into my device, playing my favourite playlist, hoping I'd be able to focus more clearly now. But as I started to write I noticed a figure coming closer, then sitting down next to me.

"What's an attractive human like you doing here? Studying? How boring, it's the weekend babe. Why don't we go somewhere more fun, just the two of us of course."

Gross. A demon sat down beside you, resting their arm on your table with a grin plastered on their face. You were disturbed and irritated by the look coming your way, and the fact they were there at all ticked you off. But you ignored their presence, as this wasn't the first time a random demon harassed you, potentially trying to trick you into something worse. You did what you normally do, just ignore them and they'll get sick or bored of you. But sadly, this wasn't going to be as easy as the other times.

"Oh c'mon, we don't got all day. You don't want me to use force on you, do we now?"

You kept playing the game of quietness and continued to ignore the demon, not getting worried he would use force on you, what moronic person would try to pull off stuff like this in a public area? He started to somewhat 'tickle' and tap on your moving hand that was still writing, but this pissed you off. The demon continued to touch your hand, and the feeling you felt was like a teapot being boiled, overflowing with steaming water, getting ready to burn whoever or whatever touches it. And so, you gave in.

"Please, if you don't mind. Get away from me, I don't care about you pestering me with words but if you touch me again without my consent, I won't hesitate in harming you."

It was the truth, it can be a surprise to some by how many weapons you had secretly hiding in your bag, by weapons, a slick and swift foot in the throat is a certainty for times like these. The demon sneered at my words, mocking at how brave I was for a human being, and that I was quite overconfident for glaring at them. Continuously pouring out sickening 'compliments' on how 'hot', you looked. They persisted with the public act of harassment once again but before I could hover my foot over their throat or do anything, a loud bang came from behind the demon.