Their demon-related erogenous zones - nsfw
Incl: lucifer, mammon, levi, satan, asmo, beel, belphie
LUCIFER
-Lucifer is definitely sensitive, but he’s better at fighting the pleasure than the others.
-He’s too proud to show any signs of enjoying it when you touch his horns, but if you wrap your hands around them like you would his cock he can’t hide his blush at the pure debauchery of it.
-His wings are the most sensitive of all the brothers. Since they’re the only feathered ones, they have much more sensitive nerves, especially the underside.
-Preening is a whole other thing. When he asks you to help him with it and forgets to tell you not to touch those spots, the feeling of your gentle hands massaging them has him groaning.
-When you rush out apologies; asking if you hurt him, he just guides your hand to the bulge in his pants and answers “not quite.”
MAMMON
-Mammon is Mammon, so you could do as little as smiling at him and he’s already hard.
-But what really gets him going? his horns. Grab onto them even just lightly and he’s already a mess in your hands.
“hngh- ah! Shit, grip them harder.. .”
-His wings are also pretty sensitive, but only the edge and ridges of them. They get increasingly more sensitive the closer they get to his back, so rubbing where his wings first sprout is what has him twitching in pleasure.
-Has asked you to give him a back massage before just so he could feel your hands on that sensitive patch of skin where his wings start. You quickly caught on when you noticed him desperately humping the mattress under him.
LEVIATHAN
-Levi isn’t used to being touched, so his body is just sensitive in general.
-His horns are definitely sensitive, but less so than you’d think. This works out tho since his horns have branches, making it harder to get a good grip on them.
-In his demon form certain parts of his body have scales. They’re sensitive to the touch, but especially the ones on his neck. Press some kisses to those while you’re sucking hickeys into his skin and he’ll cum right in his boxers.
-Next; his tail. It has scales, but they’re smooth to the touch. His tail is so sensitive that if you so much as brush it while you’re walking by he has to stifle a moan.
-You don’t even need to touch his dick, just do the same ministrations you would on his tail instead and it feels just as good for him.
-Between you and him, he often fantasizes about you grinding against his tail to get off (๑>•̀๑).
SATAN
-Unfortunately his tail is way too sharp for your hands to touch, but he doesn’t mind. That isn’t his most sensitive spot anyway.
-Yet in a similar way to the others wings, the skin of his back where his tail starts has his eyes rolling back. Sparks of pleasure shoot up from his tail bone all the way up his spine when your hands touch there.
-Nothing makes him hornier than when you rub the tip of his horns tho!
-Like coming up behind him and touching them while he’s trying to read his book? In a blink of an eye he’s got you under him, teasing your most sensitive spots until you were shaking in pleasure.
“Poor thing, reverse the roles and all of a sudden you can’t handle it?”
ASMODEUS
-He’s asmo..where isn’t his erogenous zone (¬_¬")
-Okay but for real, of course his horns and wings are sensitive! He’s the avatar of lust, you would be surprised if touching any part of him didn’t elicit a response.
-It didn’t take you long to find out about this sensitivity—he wasn’t exactly discreet when he kept asking you to rub his wings for him, claiming they were tense and only you could help.
“Huh? that was a moan of pain, you know..cause they’re so sore!”
-If your hands aren’t gripping his horns during your make out sessions he will pull away and pout until you do.
BEELZEBUB
-Beel’s wings are too rough and delicate to receive any pleasure, so it all comes from his horns.
-Grip onto them like handlebars while you’re sitting on his face and he will immediately cum untouched. Does he stop? no. Does he tell you to stop touching them? also no. Guess you’re both going into overstimulation.
-While his actual wings aren’t an erogenous zone, the skin where they meet is.
-Since his wings sprout pretty high on his back, if you dig your nails into his back while he has you in missionary, his body will literally shake with the pleasure shooting through his veins.
BELPHEGOR
-You can’t exactly grip his horns because of the twirled shape of them, but rubbing the very start of them where they sprout from his head is what gets him going.
-He also likes when you pull the hair around his horns; the pain only adding to the pleasure.
-The soft and fluffy end of his tail can’t feel any sensations. The rest of it can, but that part is actually really prickly with tons of thorns. You learned that one the hard way.. “(ノ _ <,, )
-Sometimes while fucking you until you couldn’t form a single thought, you would grasp the soft strands of the end of his tail while he ruined you, earning a cruel chuckle.
“Playing with my tail? I guess it’s the only thing that fucked-out brain of yours can think to do.”
I probably used the word ‘sensitive’ at least 20 times in this but I couldn’t think of a better word..anyways take this because I have no ideas for smaus! sorry (｡ᵕ ◞ _◟)
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── .✦ Mammon holding you close, nose buried into your neck, enjoying himself in your scent ✶
── .✦ size kink <3 ✶
── .✦ folding you in half to where he reaches deeper than before ✶
── .✦ watching his cock glide in and out of your sopping pussy ✶
── .✦ two hands holding onto your asscheek firmly, thrusting you up and down his cock. mammon has to let you know how good you feel around him, moaning into your ear ✶
── .✦ fucking you up and down his cock, your tits pressed against his face ✶
── .✦ intimate sex is Mammon’s favorite, being able to fuck and kiss you ✶
"Hm? Is there something you need?" Solomon speaks—hand on his device with his other on your waist.
You don't know how long the two of you have gone at it, but you swore it was long enough to the point the brothers have taken notice. No doubt searching you all over the place and having missed calls and unread messages on your D.D.D.
You can hear Solomon calling out your name. "Have I seen them? Not that I recall..." You stifle a whimper when Solomons stilled hips started moving again then put your hand over your mouth to silence the noises from it.
The caller and Solomon kept talking back and forth as you tried your best beneath him to keep quiet. But this attempt seemed to be futile as Solomon delivers a powerful thrust making you moan loudly. This time, you can hear a distinct voice from the caller.
"Wait is that...? You... You damn sorcerer!"
"Whoops." Solomon simply said and pressed the call end button and threw the device somewhere else.
You whine when he delves into you deeper and comes in close contact with his chest on your back, his voice right next to your ear.
"Seems like we got caught."
Solomon thrusts into you with wild abandon while hitting that spot that makes you see stars.
"Let's get back to where we were, shall we?"
Afterwards, you couldn't remember much other than the seemingly never-ending pleasure he delivers to your body.
if you could do r trying on a new pheromone perfume and the brothers (separately) are js like 👁️👁️ and suddenly pounces on them and readers js so confused you’d literally be godsent😫
(my inspiration was that one Rafayel scene from lds-)
suggestive || bonus characters bc harem || whether or not Mc knew it was pheromone perfume is up for debate || 1.k wc
Lucifer pauses for a brief second while not faltering in what he was doing, subtly trying to detect the cause of the scent invading every sense of his. He's one of the quickest to figure it out, eyes darkening as he empties his hands before gripping your waist and pulling you as close as physically possible; his face is in your neck before you can even blink and you both stay like that for a moment before he's silently tugging you to wherever he can sit down with you on top of him
Mammon's head snaps up so fast it almost hurts, eyes zeroing in on you. He knows where the scent is coming from, but he just doesn't understand why you suddenly smell even better than usual...he ain't shy as he slides his fingers over your wrist, up your forearm, going until he's caressing the slope of your neck. His breathing is shaky and his voice cracks a little when he whispers how intoxicated you're making him feel. He's got you laid down against the closest flat surface so he can run his hands over you, nose buried against the underside of your jaw as he breathes you in until he's damn near drunk off it
Levi's tail acts faster than he does, curling around your thighs and yanking you closer before he catches up with the action. His embarrassment is cut off when he finally registers the smell, too, and suddenly his face is red for a different reason. He'll fire off a million questions, adding his own jumbled thoughts in between, subconsciously latching every possible limb around you; his face is buried against your chest, fangs accidentally brushing the skin as he stutters out apologies, but doesn't stop
Satan perks up much like a cat, intense blue-green hues staring you down like he's ready to actually pounce. He approaches slowly, trying to figure out the source of your new scent on the way over, but ultimately decides to bury himself against you— your neck, chest, shoulder, nape— breathily asking what you were doing to him. He feels like he's been drugged, almost like a feline with catnip, but it's so dizzily good that he can't complain. Drags you off to where no one will be able to find you, so that your scent won't find anyone but him
Asmo is giddy the second he catches a wiff, easily pinpointing the reason for your scent change, and the exact listing of the brand you used. He's shameless as he requests a thorough product review, rubbing his frame up against yours as he holds you from behind, eyes peering over your shoulder with a bright pink hue. Cheekily insists that you’re better off without so many clothes on, wanting your scent to rub off on him so you can match (and so he can smell it for the rest of the day).
Beel is confused when the food in his mouth isn’t tasting as good as it should. The scent invades his nose, making his eyes search for what has to be a delicious source, only to find you instead of something edible. He’s all over you, mumbling out apologies and that he doesn’t know what’s gotten into him, asking won’t you please let him just…be near you? He trails after you like a puppy, not really sure why you’re captivating his entire being with just your smell. His mouth eventually finds your neck, nibbling and sucking as he tries to get a ‘taste’ of that scent.
Belphie, while unwilling to get up out of his spot, is instantly at attention with eyes following you around the room. He’ll whine and complain until he’s got you at his side, trapping you in his arms and against his lounging form. He’s almost tense, as he inhales that new scent, like a ram waiting to charge. His tone is lazy and drawn out, but tinged with a need that he’s confused about, yet so willing to dive into. He’s surrounded by you, literally and figuratively, as he keeps you tight in his arms, not above begging to get his way.
Diavolo is so fucking clueless, wide eyes blinking up at you almost innocently as he asks if you were wearing a new perfume. He finds himself inching closer to you, gaze never leaving your figure for long— a gaze that get darker and more lidded as time passes. He’s still clueless as ever, yet doesn’t mind the mystery since he’s always willing for an excuse to be with you. His cheeks are flushed and his touch a tad hesitant, but it all flies out the window when you allow him to bury his face against your abdomen, kneeling on the floor, letting his mind swim.
Barbatos takes one glance at you after catching on to the scent and knows, but unlike the pudding incident when he fled the scene, he’s coiling you up with his tail and keeping you impossibly close, unwilling to let anyone have you this time. Unabashedly, his nose is trailing along the slope of your neck, lips brushing the skin as he places slow kisses over all the right spots. Whether or not he does or doesn’t have time to spare, he’s whisking you away and trapping you against his frame, almost begging you to let him be selfish and improper as he inhales your scent with an abandon that would usually make him pause; he can forgive himself, if it’s because of you, unwilling to let go of this opportunity at your eager answer of ‘yes’.
Mephisto almost trips as he passes you by in the hallways of RAD, whirling around to gape at you rather dumbly. Stubbornly fights the urge to follow you for all of thirty seconds before he’s trailing after you with urgency. Manages to simply walk alongside you and keep polite small talk just until you’re both out of eyesight, because then he’s pulling you towards him and groaning, asking what the hell you thought you were doing walking around other demons while smelling so good. It’s a struggle to keep a dignified facade when he’s rushing you down the corridor— but once he gets you in a room, it’s all crumbling as he latches his lips to your neck’s pulse point. The Newspaper Club’s office is closed until further notice.
Solomon doesn’t really register the smell at first, both because it’s more subtle for humans, and because he was playing around with various potions— but once he did catch the smell after you’d gotten closer, he’s swiping everything to the side and placing you on the table instead. He is allll over you, not even hiding the flush on his cheeks as he inhales your scent; practically panting in the crook of your neck. Apologizes if you had something planned later, because he’s keeping you for the rest of the day, wanting to experiment with your new perfume. He knows he’s being overly touchy and a…bit desperate, but just indulge in his whims, yeah?
Simeon’s pretty sure that his heart was going to beat straight out of his chest. He couldn’t understand why he felt so warm and fuzzy all the sudden, but had a feeling it was probably because of you (because only you could make him feel this way). Shyly asks if he could sit closer to you, pleasantly surprised when you tug his head to rest in your lap. His fingers lift your shirt up just enough for him to press his nose against a sliver of skin, face buried against your stomach as his hands grip and massage your thighs. Genuinely content to just lay there and let your scent consume him, though he won’t argue if you ask to help him out.
Raphael…thinks he’s sick. Which is odd, because he hasn’t been sick in a few centuries, but then again..you make him feel…odd. Which is why he walked straight up to you and flat out asked if you were doing it on purpose— why did you smell so good? Why was it making him like this?? He’ll have to be guided, your hand leading both of his to your hips, his head tucking into your neck. He’s still confused, but more than willing to investigate. You’re so..enchanting…he can make idle complaints all day long, but he refuses to let go of you now. He likes how it feels. And he likes the way you react to him.
Hi! I don’t know if this counts as a fan fic idea (you can ignore it if it doesn’t work!) but I was wondering if you could write something about how the boys would react if they found MC crying? Like it could be crying because of one of the boys or something else. Mammon causes me a lot of tears and I always wondered what the others would do and am curious to hear what someone else’s thoughts would be! =D
I recently found your blog and am in love with your writing!
Thank you so so much for even just reading this!
<3 Saori
Oooh I like this idea! A little angst is always fun to write, especially if it's the brothers causing it.
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☁︎⋅ How the Demon Brothers React to MC Crying Because of Them💔
Synopsis: You had gotten into an argument with one of the brothers that resulted in a few hurtful words hurled at you on accident, sometimes you storm off just as angry, but when they find you, they see you in tears, immediately feeling regretful.
CW: Harsh words, heartache, crying, slightly suicidal themes and lesson 16 mention in Belphie's part
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Lucifer:
💧 Lucifer was doing his nightly rounds and checking to see if his brothers were actually in their rooms. Other than the usual music playing from Mammon or Levi's room, nothing was out of the ordinary. At least until he didn't see you in your room. He was both irritated and panicking internally.
💧 He's checking everywhere from the attic, basement, his study, or even outside. But there he sees you huddled in the deepest part of the planetarium, covering your face so he doesn't see you. The argument was just something petty about making sure you were focused on your studies and not just fooling around.
💧 It escalated from you simply standing your ground to him calling calling you things such as stubborn, neglectful, and ignorant to your studies. It was a long day and with Lucifer's pride, he couldn't bring himself to apologize to you right there despite knowing he didn't mean it.
💧 But as he sees you still upset after the argument, he immediately caves, moving to kneel in front of you. Lucifer's hand rests on your shoulder as he swallows. "I... I apologize, MC. I should've took it back the moment I said it. No, I should've never called you that in the first place."
💧 He doesn't say anything, knowing he doesn't deserve forgiveness for calling you all those words. If you forgive him, he lets out a deep sigh of relief, pulling you into a hug and promising to make it up with you, starting with sleeping with you the rest of the night. If you still can't forgive him, Lucifer won't be angry, only understanding and letting you go back to bed when you feel like it.
Mammon:
💧 You two were just arguing about him disappearing randomly on another trip to a casino. Mammon swore he didn't lose any money, but it was hard to tell the truth from the lies he seemed to have memorized in case of an interrogation like this.
💧 In a fit of immaturity and anger, Mammon nearly cusses you out, calling you controlling and high maintenance. It almost felt like he accused you of having trust issues. You were in shock, furrowing your brow and storming out of his room.
💧 Mammon groans in frustration and relief that you "backed down", spending the rest of the day to himself. He thought he'd be happier outside shopping or socializing with others, but after realizes he was only trying to distract himself.
💧 At night, he's tossing and turning, now finally realizing the severity of the words he said out of defensiveness. Mammon could feel his heart physically ache at the state you'd be in right now because of him. It was never supposed to be him, he was your caretaker and the first demon you had to trust. He jumps out of bed, heading into your room with glistening eyes.
💧 He almost full on sobs seeing you wiping your eyes with your sleeve. Mammon runs over and wraps his arms around you, crying into your shoulder and apologizing profusely.
💧 "M's-so sorry, MC, I didn't mean it, y'know- hic I was just mad! Yeah! That was it! I d-didn't mean anything!" Mammon cries, his heart broken at your state. He soon lets go of you to head downstairs, grabbing your favourite snacks and coming back up to bargain for your forgiveness with his cuddles and snacks. He spends the whole night with you, clinging to you tighter than he had to any form of money ever.
Leviathan:
💧 Levi was rarely one to raise his voice, especially at you. And if he did, he's apologizing so much that he ends up crying more than you. According to him, he thought you were pestering him constantly. In reality, he was way too absorbed in the latest RPG that came out that he nearly forgot important days like a date you had scheduled.
💧 After a few days, you finally snapped and told him to stop playing the game. He accused you of not being supportive of him for finding another passion and said that you should get out of his room if you weren't going to be nice to him. Before you could leave, Levi immediately backs down and stands up.
💧 With tears welling up in his eyes, he grips your shoulders and begs for your forgiveness, realizing that he was overreacting and that you weren't. When he looks at your face and sees you crying as well, Levi starts sobbing. He immediately deletes the game and squeezes you tight, begging for your forgiveness.
💧 The fact that he was never one to get so angry at you made his words hit much harder than anything else. Leviathan is aware of that as well, which is why he feels like he broke your trust permanently. He binges your favourite shows with you and does everything in his power to prove that he loves you and would never hurt you like that again.
Satan:
💧 It was something so trivial and stupid and it wasn't even your fault. He was having a bad day and he knew the only way to calm himself down without causing destruction was to read, it was the safest way to him and for everyone else. When you knock, you don't hear an answer as Satan was getting invested in the story.
💧 When you open the door with a look of concern, Satan scowls and almost immediately snaps. "What are you doing?! Get the hell out!" He barely even registers your face as he slams the door shut, leaving you on the other side of the door, confused and upset. You avoid him the rest of the day, not knowing what you did to deserve an outburst like that.
💧 Meanwhile, he had the guilt building up in him that he just took his anger out on you. Satan connects the dots when he noticed that there was no voice on the other side of the door or another attempt to get in, which was common for his brothers to do. By then, it was already past dinner time and you were nowhere to be seen.
💧 That's when he sees you in your room trying to sleep, but he heard you sniffling quietly and trying not to make any noise. His heart dropped, feeling both guilt and anger towards himself for letting his bad day possibly ruin your perception of him entirely.
💧 Satan knows not to approach you immediately as you might've been angry with him as well, so he leaves momentarily to go into the garden, picking up one of the kittens from the shelter and coming back. He tells you that he's incredibly sorry with a broken voice, feeling his own tears of frustration with himself well up. He passes you the kitten to cradle and if you allow him, he'll wrap his arms around you and swear he'll never yell at you like that again.
Asmodeus:
💧 Asmo was never the type to get seriously angry, especially not with you. But he can get a little impatient when he's trying to do people's nails and makeup. While he was doing your nails to match his, you must've moved a little too much because he huffed, his voice getting a bit high-pitched as he scolded you once again, not wanting to do your nails anymore. He screwed the nail polish up back into the bottle and turned away.
💧 Hearing that from Asmodeus who was so excited to paint your nails and touch up your appearance before going out was pretty... heart wrenching. You stand, nodding in understanding as you murmur a quiet apology before exiting his room. Asmo sighs softly as he tries to regain his composure, too worried about being upset. When he looks back, he felt his mood sour again when you're not there.
💧 He's quick to look for you everywhere, your room, the library, planetarium, even the attic. But you were nowhere to be found. He heard your quiet apology but you both knew that was to hide the tremble in your voice. Soon, Asmodeus wanders into the garden to see you near the flower beds, curled up as you sobbed into your knees.
💧 In an instant, he was by your side and wrapping his arms around you, shushing you gently. "I'm so sorry, MC, I didn't mean to yell at you or be upset!" His voice was sweet and apologetic, and you can hear the sincere guilt in his tone. He kisses your forehead multiple times, trying not to cry as well. Asmo compares the flowers to you for a moment, saying how they're affected by the mood.
💧 He plucks a flower and tucks it behind your ear, then plucks out another one and tucks it behind his own ear. "See? We don't need matching nails to look cute together. But I promise I can be patient for you, sweetie. Do you want to try again?"
Beelzebub:
💧 Oh, it was extremely rare for Beel to raise his voice at you out of all people. The only time I can think of him ever being angry was if he was going through a hunger pang where he can barely even think rationally anymore. And that was a one-in-a-lifetime event that you weren't supposed to witness.
💧 He was hungry and couldn't think much, all he remembered was sternly telling you to get out while you were in the kitchen so he could grab something to satiate his hunger. But as he ate, he still couldn't feel full. He continued eating. And eating. And nothing. Beel was starting to realize that he was eating to get rid of the guilt of yelling at you.
💧 Beelzebub is quick to search for you and once he finds you in your room feeling hurt and confused with tears stemming your eyes, his winces, his heart feeling physically torn. He pulls you into a giant hug, squeezing you tight accidentally until you gasp and have to get him to loosen his grip. He apologizes profusely, constantly having the "kicked puppy" expression etched onto his face whenever he looks at you.
💧 He's very quick to give up his snacks to you and offer you anything else. Even if you were still upset with him, Beel didn't want to leave you alone because he knows the consequences of leaving someone hurt deal with it in ways that wasn't healthy at all.
Belphegor:
💧 After lesson 16, Belphie was also someone who wouldn't yell at a loved one without a good reason, or at least what he thinks a good reason is. He's extremely protective of his brothers and you, not wanting to see you or Beel hurt, especially. You must've gotten in trouble that could've resulted in serious injury, even death. He was crying first, unsure if it was out of fear of losing you or anger at you for even risking your life like that.
💧 Belphie was in his demon form, rambling about how careless you are and how it was like you didn't even value your life. He even makes a harsh comment that you didn't seem to care about how he felt. How Beelzebub felt. He didn't go as far as to call you selfish, but with his angry tone, he might as well have called you selfish.
💧 When he stops rambling and wiping his eyes, he sees you looking down before leaving the room, slamming the door. Belphegor couldn't tell if he was hurt at you rejecting him like that or upset that he hurt you even further. But he knew he had to wait before approaching you again. It's no secret that he was like this because of losing his sister, but the idea of you being that close to death both scared and pissed him off even more. As if he doesn't still feel the guilt after killing you, after you freed him from his prison.
💧 He finds you in the attic, the anger wiping off his face entirely when he sees you with tears in your eyes. It takes him a while to approach you, his hands weakly reaching out to grab your shoulders. Belphie manages to croak out an apology with a shaky voice, not knowing what came over him for him to yell at you like that. He apologizes immensely after he gains his voice again, now terrified of letting go of you.
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Haven't written angst in a while and it's pretty fun but I need to get the hang of it again. So sorry if they appeared as ooc at any time (╥﹏╥)
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A/N: The first prompt, where Beel wanted a snack, and not the usual kind he craves.
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All you can do is pant, fluid forming at the corner of your eyes as the muscles of your sex tighten for the umpteenth time. Your hips rolling forward and lifting as you try to gain yourself the smallest reprieve.
It’s not enough.
A deep groan from Beel, the wet muscle of his tongue twisting while still inside of your moist heat. His usual insatiable hunger for food replaced temporary by the need to drown in the fluid he’s been pulling from your body for the last hour. The pressure above your hips shifts, his large hands that feel like an inferno grip you harder, pulling your skin taut between his fingers as he pulls you back. So your dripping pussy is right above his mouth with his nose able to bump into the bundle of nerves intermittently that makes you see stars through the tears.
“Beel! Please!” Almost screaming as you try to break away from his onslaught. “I can’t take anymore!”
Another groan with his tongue spreading wide to lap up and down your slit before pulling back, unaware of the strands of fluid connecting the two of you. “Just one more.” The action of licking his lips has the wide muscle ghosting the edge of pussy making you whine. “Just one more.” Tilting his head to kiss the inside of your thigh. “Grab my horns, they’ll help. Just one more and you can rest.”
“One more.” You agree, not sure how your body is even still producing the slick you can feel dripping down your thighs from inside your core. Grabbing his horns to try and steady your exhausted body as he dives back in, pulling you flush to his face so he can enjoy his meal.
summary: twisting your partner’s words to rage bait them
trope: smau, crack, sillies, smidge of angst, bit suggestive
info: i saw a haikyu tiktok of this :3 gn reader, ref reader as ‘woman’ once but its more of the phrase ‘other woman’ the date are meant to be read receipts but idk how that works on this app..
thinking about sitting on the couch post-movie with mammon.
mammon tenatively rests his head on your lap, his gaze at last meeting your eyes. which was simultaneously the worst and best decision he ever made. because, dammit, your eyes are so. fucking. beautiful. despite his desire to spend the rest of his life looking at you - only you - he finds his eyes closing in relaxation as you quietly hum.
his eyes don't stay closed for long. you absently card your fingers through his silvery hair, and he lets out a moan. open-mouthed. head tilted back. eyes still closed. eyebrows raised, meeting in the middle in pure bliss.
his eyes shoot open, staring at you wide eyed. you briefly stop your ministrations, just as shocked at his reaction. and he is SO. EMBARRASSED. so, he turns his head, averting his gaze. but he turned to the wrong side, and now his mouth is centimeters away from your crotch.
in his attempt to remove himself, he scrambles and falls off the couch, slamming against the floor. he stares at you in horror, sitting up with his hands against the carpet, breathing heavily, face flushed bright red.
you stare at each other, completely silenced.
then, you let out a laugh, your eyes shinning brightly. you try to cover your mouth, but you know there's no point.
mammon sputters incredulously. "s-stop laughin'! 's not funny!"
you only laugh harder, falling off the couch yourself in your fit of hilarity.
despite his slight displeasure in your amusement, he can't help but tilt his head and smile.
you're his everything, don't you know?
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a/n: trying something a little different with a short little imagine. hope you guys like it 💕
