I like to think that Mammon loves helping MC out with chores. I headcanon it, actually. It’s even canon in the game that he’ll do anything MC asks for. It’s funny coz he’s the kinda guy who would slack off and make excuses not to do stuff. Like who wants to wash the dishes anyway? How boring. But wait, if he gets to do it with you? It’s now fun coz it’s like you’re a married couple. Aww, all those domestic fluffy feels, his heart can’t take it! At least Lucifer is happy. Ok seriously tho, even though everyone takes turns to do chores in the House of Lamentation, I imagine if it’s your turn, it’s so much work for one person, like there are 8 people including yourself you got to cook for, and do so many dishes as well! Thankfully you have your faithful puppy helping you out. He’ll be like “don’t stay up too late coz of all the work” and “all that scrubbing’s gonna hurt your delicate human hands” and continue making as many excuses as he can think of. But you don’t mind in the slightest!
A/N: You haven't seen Mammon all day, and when you do find him at last, it seems he might be a bit... under the weather.
Why do these keep getting longer and longer... I was trying to keep them under 1K each
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You hadn’t seen Mammon for the entire day, which while it shouldn’t be out of the ordinary to not see much of him, not even a hint of his white hair worried you. His brothers had waved away your concerns, stating the Avatar of Greed was just distracted by his latest scam. Except, even when Mammon is busy scheming he still makes sure to see you at some point. You can even hear his voice in your ear, “Your first man’s gotta look after ya.”
So now, after eating, you’re outside of his room, a plate in hand as you knock on his door. “Mammon, you missed dinner. I saved you a plate which wasn’t easy with Beel right behind me every step of the way.”
Silence through the door, but you know he’s in there. Having used the tracker app on your phone that Lucifer had made all of you install a few months ago to confirm it. Or at least his phone was there, and Mammon never goes anywhere without it.
“Come on Mammon, I know you’re in there.” Instead of knocking, you bang your fist against it. “If I have to, I will use the pact to make you open this damn door.”
Hearing movement through the wood you grin. “Go away.” Your grin leaves your face pretty quickly hearing that.
“Seriously?” You don’t bother hiding your annoyance at him. “Why do you have to be a jerk after I fought off Beel!” Almost ready to throw the plate to the ground. “I haven’t seen you all day, and that’s the shit you say?”
“Just leave alright! I don’t wanna see ya.” That stings. Just enough to make you mad enough to narrow your eyes at the door, while your heart squeezes inside your chest.
“Fine Mammon.” Taking a deep inhale but not moving a single step away from his door. Feeling your feet as if rooted to the floor as you try to focus on that ball of yarn inside of you, pulling on one of the threads just enough that it makes the tips of your fingers tingle and your toes curl from the magic, grasping the golden wire that is your pact with Mammon in your mind. “I command you to open this door.” If he won’t open it and wants to be a dick about it, you’re gonna make him and then shove the plate in his face. Damn ungrateful demon.
You’re expecting the door to slam open with Mammon standing there with his eyes narrowed at you before starting to sputter nonsense. Bracing yourself for the force of the door hitting the wall that you know will be enough to make you jolt upwards.
When it slowly swings open, like being pulled by a string you’re dumbfounded. Even more so by the lack of Mammon. That is too unexpected to ignore, given that him telling you to leave meant he had to be close to it when he answered you. “Mams?” Taking a step inside his room, placing the plate on the side table near his door that he usually tosses his keys on top of.
No answer.
But you can see a cord that looks like the same material he uses to keep the raven feathers attached to his belt tied around the doorknob. The other portion leading more into his room, with most of the lights turned out.
“Mams?” Another call of his name as you step more into the room, following the cord because it would make sense for the other end to be in his hand. Except with the only light coming from the door, you can’t exactly see well and you’re worried about hitting the pool table you know isn’t that far inside his room.
You’re starting to feel a prickle along your skin, the fine hairs along the back of your neck are standing up. Along with the ones on your arms as a chill sweeps through you. “Ok Mammon, whatever you’re doing, stop it. I get it.” Your mouth feels like cotton has been stuffed in your cheeks. “I shouldn’t have been so pushy.” Feeling your hip hit the edge of something, your hand reaching down and feeling leather under your palm. One of the couches.
With your heart racing you lift a hand to your chest, pressing hard against your ribs under your breast. Taking a deep inhale to try and get yourself to calm down, your nose twitching as you smell something you can’t place. It’s like a mix of old coins and, rainbow popcorn? Tilting your head in confusion as that strange smell seems to invade your nostrils.
Your hand no longer at your chest, instead rubbing at your temple now. “What the h-” Muttering the words as you open your eyes, only to notice two blue points of light right in front of you. “Mammon?” Squinting in the low light you can make out his figure. A glint of gold as he shifts and you realize he’s in his demon form, the light from the door glinting on the metal attached to his collar.
With him there you step forward, and Mammon takes a step back. An unsteady step at that, his arms trembling enough that it’s making the golden weight at the bottom strap of his jacket jingle against him. When you take another step forward, Mammon repeats his action and is close enough to his closet that the LED lights pop on.
His skin is covered in sweat, his hair is more mussed than usual, and there’s a very vivid flush across his cheeks. “I need ya ta leave.” Lifting his arm and placing his hand against the wall to support himself, looking at the ground briefly, you watch a single bead of sweat fall off the point of his nose to make a soft splash on the floor. That strange smell grows stronger, and belatedly you realize it's coming from him.
“Mammon, are you alright?” Ignoring his comment you close that final distance, reaching out to slide your fingers along his jaw. “Damnit Mams, your skin feels like it’s on fire.” You almost jerk your hand away like you’ve been burned, your concern for him the only thing that keeps you from doing just that. “Are you sic-”
You don’t get to finish as Mammon lifts his head and slots his mouth over yours, his hands grabbing your hips. Before you know it your back is to the wall, moaning at how dominating the kiss is, and Mammon wastes no time sliping his tongue past your lips. The inner muscles of your walls clenching as you swallow the saliva pooling near the back of your throat.
Panting when he pulls away, your heart hammering inside of your chest hard enough that it hurts, but you can feel a warmth spreading through you like some kind of syrup. “I need ya ta leave Treasure.” His voice hoarse but his hands don’t move, in a way trapping you in his embrace. “I don’t wanna do somethin’ we’re both gonna regret.”
Letting your head fall back against the wall, hearing your pulse in your ears as you try to make sense of the heat spreading through you from where you swallowed his spit. Aware of the slick starting to form inside your core and seeping past your opening. “What if I don’t wanna leave? You’re.” Pausing to swallow past the saliva that still seems to be pooling in your mouth. “You’re in pain right?”
“It I’ll pass.” Burying his nose along your skin, inhaling the smell of your skin like it can heal him. “I need to let you leave.” Muttering the words as he seems to crowd more into your space instead of pulling away. His chest pressed against yours and his hand trailing along your side. “It’s getting harder ta think.” His hips shifting, you can feel the bulge in his pants as he grinds into your body.
“Mammon, I don’t understand.” Placing one of your hands along the back of his neck, your fingers tangling in his white hair, feeling the dampness sticking to the strands. The more he grinds against you, the hotter you feel, aware of your clothes starting to stick to your skin from the moisture starting to form along your skin.
“My body is screamin ta breed ya. It has been since I woke up this morning to get you under me and pump ya full.” Shifting his head so his nose traces up along the tendon of your neck, up to the soft skin under your ear. Aligning his lips with your pulse, hammering along your throat. “Which is why ya need to leave. I won’t do that to ya.” Licking the pulsing skin just under the edge of your jaw.
Your brain is like a fuzzy soup because between the heat from his body crowding yours, as well as your own, you feel like you’re on the edge of being drunk. Warm and hazy, but still lucid enough to think. “Mams.” Whispering his name hoping he’ll stop lapping at your neck. “You realize you’re making it hard to leave, don’t you?” It feels a little strange to say that since your fingers grip the strands of his hair tighter, like you’re trying to keep him against you.
“I told ya, it’s hard ta think.” His hand sliding along your side, slowly lifting the material of your shirt, even if the feel of the damp fabric clinging to your back being dragged upward keeps you from being too lost in the haze of your brain.
If you thought about it, without Mammon this close you might have realized the strange smell was coming from him and pulling you into the same fog gripping him. Too bad for you, most of your capabilities for higher thinking were slowly fading, almost like your body was reacting. It felt like you had just run a fair distance and were on the edge of being drunk.
Which left you a sweaty mess feeling a warmth through your limbs and a flush along your neck and face, with a very horny demon pressed against you. Not that being in that position might have stopped you from uttering your next words.
“What if I don’t want to leave?” Giving your hips a small roll, grinding into the leather covering one of his thighs. “What if I want you to fill me up?” Your voice dropping into a moan when the tacky fabric covering your sex hits that bundle of nerves.
At your words, Mammon feels his pants grow somehow impossibly tighter. Groaning as he tries to find the will to pull away from you, to ask you to leave again without his body caging yours against the wall just inside his closet.
“Fuck.” Hearing his voice right in your ear as he seems to give up on lifting your shirt, having made enough room for his palm to press against the small of your back. “I’m the Great Mammon, Avatar of Greed.” A husk in his voice as he starts to move his leg, making it so you’re grinding harder against his thigh. “Tell me what ya want, Treasure.” Dragging his teeth along the skin just below your earlobe. “Cus you're the only person I’m willing ta spoil.”
“You’re just saying that because you want to be greedy.” The hand not in his hair moving to grip one of the leather knots of his jacket and giving it a tug. “And I know, I’m what you want.” Twisting the fingers in his hair to tug his head back away from your neck. Catching his eyes to notice that the blue is almost gone with how wide his pupils are, making the strange yellow at the bottom of his eyes more vivid. Licking your lips and watching his gaze shift to follow the movement. Swallowing as you know this is the moment where you tell him to let you leave and try to get out of the door as fast as you can, or the moment you stay.
“Breed me, Mammon.” Whispering the words that hang in the silence that seems to descend on the two of you for several heartbeats.
You don’t know who moved first. What you do know is teeth clack together in both of your hurried movements to connect your lips. Shifting to try and make the connection smoother, but instead it gets messier. Spit dripping from the corner of your mouth, tongues prodding with the sound of moans deep in both of your throats. All while your hands are moving, belts being undone, metal zippers lowered, and pants being removed.
It’s awkward.
It’s messy.
Limbs moving in a mad scramble.
It’s hot.
No longer grinding against his thigh, the chill in the air against your bare sex sends a line of lighting along your spine, kicking your pants away. Rather different from the warmth against your palm as you pump his length. He’s hard, and he was leaking from his tip like a faucet the moment you touched him.
“No teasing.” Panting the words as his hands land on your hips to lift you upwards, forcing your hand away from his cock. “Please.” Grabbing the collar of his jacket as you lick your lips to try and stop you from yanking his head back to kiss him again.
“I’m too far gone ta tease ya.” Once he has you high enough he uses his body to press you against the wall again, allowing him the use of one of his hands. Using it to slide the tip of his cock between your dripping folds, smearing the fluid around to better coat the head before pressing it against your hole. “Deep breath.” It’s the only warning he gives.
Throwing your head back as he sinks his long shaft deep inside of your core. Mammon’s cock might be average when it comes to girth in your experience, his length however? He could easily be in porn, the head hitting your cervix with ease and there’s still several inches between the fine white hairs around his base and your folds. “So warm and tight.” Mammon is panting as he enjoys your pussy for a moment before he starts to move. “Yer perfect Treasure.” Moaning the words as he moves with purpose.
One of your hands moves to grab his hair again, tugging on the strands as your insides pulse. Mammon’s pace pulling more and more moisture from your core as it makes you more and more aroused. Moaning yourself as he pulls himself halfway out before slamming back in, each brush of his tip against your spongy insides has your walls clenching. Like you’re trying to keep his dick as deep as you can. “Mams!” Wishing the two of you had taken the time to remove your shirt as the sweat is dripping from your hair into the material, pulling you from the immersion of his thrusts growing faster.
“Fuck Treasure.” Moaning, he shifts so he can press his face against your shoulder, one of his hands going from your hip again to where your bodies are joined. Using his thumb to gather some of your mixed fluids to rub at your clit. “Just like that.” You moan, the movements of his hips growing erratic until he stills.
His length as deep as he can go inside of your body and you feel the heat as he cums inside of you, whispering your name as he climaxes.
Your grip on his hair loosening to play with the hair instead of grabbing the soaked strands like they were a stress ball. “I don’t think you’ve ever finished that fast.” Chuckling a little as you move your fingers to tilt his face away from where it’s buried into your shoulder.
“I ain’t finished.” Muttering the words as he lets you guide his head back, his eyes narrowed in post orgasmic bliss. Rolling his hips in a circular motion that makes you gasp. “If anythin’ I’m just getting started.” Wrapping one of his arms around your lower back as he pulls away from the wall, keeping you in his arms but not held as high. The new angle has pressure more against the front of your cunt, he feels bigger, if that’s even possible. Tilting his head so he can connect your lips while still keeping you on his cock.
Licking the inside of your mouth as if savoring the taste of you while he walks somewhere else in his room. It isn’t long before you realize it’s towards the door, pulling away from him just long enough to realize it’s still open.
“No one would have seen ya from the closet.” Mammon whispers, having felt your body tense around his length. “And they ain’t ever seeing ya like this.” With that done, Mammon goes back to mapping your mouth with his tongue before walking back to the couch and sitting on his ass. Adjusting your legs as he does and you feel your gummy walls spasm at the angle change again.
“Time for this ta go.” Leaning back and using his hands to pull your shirt upwards and over your head before tossing it away. Instead of removing your bra, he pushes the cups down, licking his lips as he stares at the raised nubs on each breast. Placing his palm around one so he can take a handful, flexing his fingers to squeeze it.
You moan again, shifting your hips to get more friction in your core once more. While the whole open door moment had your arousal cooling, him still being rock hard is bringing you back to wanting your own orgasm to rack through your system. “I thought you said you wouldn’t tease?”
“That was before my head cleared from that first load.” He might have said the words but the expression on his face is clearly one that’s still in a fog of desire.
“For some reason I don’t beli-” Gasp when Mammon lifts his hips, jostling you upwards and giving you some of that delicious friction you’re after.
“Maybe.” With his other hand on the curve of your ass, using it to lift you up and down in his lap while he continues to play with your breast. “I’m tryin’ to let ya catch your breath. Or didcha forget you’re human?” It’s hard to argue with him since no, you didn’t forget but based on how he had been acting you had expected him to.
“It sounds like an excuse for you to keep teasing me.” Moaning as he starts to move you faster, and instead of answering you he moves so he can suck at your breast while still playing with the other. Suffice to say it doesn’t take long before he seems to be shooting another load in your core, only this time he doesn’t stop moving.
Like he’s not only intent on breeding you, but also trying to push you over the edge as well. Another slight shift, and you feel the coil in your stomach starting to grow tighter. One of the metal weights on his jacket that keeps the loose leather straps from flying around has landed between your bodies and it’s rubbing against your clit as Mammon lifts you in his lap. The chill makes you see stars as you pant his name when your climax hits you.
“That’s it Treasure.” Licking your nipple as he keeps moving you, dragging your orgasm out. “Keep clenching for me, I’m gonna give ya more.” Your spasming core massaging his length, a feeling that has Mammon feeling his balls tighten before he hisses your name. Slamming your down on his length hard enough to make you have a smaller orgasm as he sputs his cum right against your cervix.
Both of his hands moving to hold your shoulders as he kisses along your breasts and chest, waiting for your insides to slow their shifting and enjoying the taste of sweat on your skin.
“Shit.” It’s the first thing that falls from your mouth as you blink back to your senses. “That was…” Trailing off as you reach up to play with his white locks.
“If ya say anything less than amazin’ yer getting a gag.” You just laugh before gripping both of his horns to tilt his head back, forcing him away from your chest so you can kiss him. The taste of salt mixing in as you deepen it, coiling your tongue along his as you try to at least convey how good you feel through your actions.
Coming back up for air just as your lungs start to burn. “It was amazing.” His eyes are more golden now as he smirks, the blue still missing from how wide the black is. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard.” Giving another laugh as you let your head fall forward to press against his.
“I’m far from done Treasure.” A flash in his eyes and you find his hand on your chest to push you back, with your feet against the headrest. It’s a strange position, almost like you’re going backward down his body, even more so when your hands land on the floor. “What a nice view.” You hear the sound of him licking his lips before he starts to move you, the new angle has his tip dragging along the upper muscles lining the inside of your cunt. Whining at the sensation since he seems to be brushing both your G spot and A spot with every thrust.
It isn’t long before you feel that same coil in your growing tighter, the sound of wet slaps as he keeps sliding you harder and faster. “Mammon!” Screaming his name when your insides squeeze together like you’re trying to milk him, only aware of another load of his seed pumped inside of you when he lifts you back up. Rubbing your face as the chemicals from your brain floating in your system are starting to make you sleepy.
“Tired Treasure?” You nod, feeling him shift you so he can stand again. Heading for his bed before letting out a low laugh that makes you twitch. Looking down to see a thick band of white around his shaft, right around the area where you can take his length. It’s hot, and your stomach is clenching at the thought of adding to the ring. “I’ll be more gentle this round.” Lifting your head to see his eyes glowing in the dim lights. “Not makin’ any promises for the rest of em.”
You are both excited and terrified at the prospect.
The next morning, you wake up to heavy limbs with your entire body sore. Groaning when you make the slightest shift to try and adjust against the hardness you feel under your hip. A moan from behind you, and you realize it’s one of Mammon’s boots under you. Blinking before you flush as you remember how many different rounds the two of you had, how eventually he had stripped down as well. At one point even using his wings to play with your breasts while painting your insides white.
“Mams?” Your voice sounds hoarse, trying to shift more after tossing the stupid boot away, only to pause. Your eyes slowly moving downwards as you push the sheet over your form away, a slight bulge in the lowest part of your abdomen. Realizing he’s still inside of you, and hard.
“Stop movin’ I’m finally calming down.” His hands wrap around you as he buries his face into the side of your neck and hair. “If ya move too much I’m gonna need to pump more back inta ya.”
“So, we’re not leaving your room today.”
“No. Now go back ta sleep.” His voice mumbled as he somehow pulls you even tighter against him.
“Fine.” Trying to ignore the way your body hurts so you can slip back into dreamland.
The next time you wake up, Mammon is fussing over you. Helping you shower and constantly asking if you need anything, which is kind of nice and sweet. Even his whispers of how sorry he is for putting you through that are endearing. Telling him that next time it happens, he better not hide and make you come looking for him.
Mammon: I'm scared that one day you'll look in the mirror and see yourself the way I see you. You'll realize just how amazing you are and that you deserve someone better than me...
MC: ....
Mammon: I'm terrified that you'll leave me for good one day
