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【 𝒞𝓇𝓎 ℬ𝒶𝒷𝓎 - ℳ𝒶𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓃 𝓍 ℛ𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 】

【 Mammon has been disobedient lately. So It’s time to show him who’s boss.

【 Mammon x Female Reader

【 Minors Do Not Interact

【 Smut Under the Cut

【 !Warnings! Female Reader, Crying, Edging/Orgasm Denial, Hair pulling, Pegging, Degrading, Praising, Spanking, Sub Mammon, Not spell checked.

Your hands are balled into fists. This is the third time this week that Mammon has gotten into trouble. The third time. And it’s only Tuesday. The bottoms of your shoes are snapping against the floor making tip tap noises as you stomp down the hall to Lucifers office.

Once you’re outside of Lucifer’s door you take a deep breathe in. You flatten your clothes down and straighten out your skirt before relaxing your shoulders. You then take ahold of the door knob in front of you. “Lucifer..?” Your voice rings out in the silent room. Mammon is sitting down in Lucifer’s spinning chair and Lucifer is standing, arms crossed, glaring down at him. As soon as Mammon sees you his eyes flicker with a look that just screams help.

“Heeey! Y/N!” His tone comes out as nonchalant, although a hint of anxiousness seeps through it. He begins to stand arms outstretched towards you, only for Lucifer to push him back down into the chair with a thud. A look of defeat runs across his features for a split second before he looks up to you for a rescue. You let out a sigh as Lucifer turns to face you. “Mammon here seems to believe you’ve come for his rescue. Although I’m sure that’s not the case.” You yet let out another soft sigh as you nod. “Just lemme take it from here.” You curl your pointer and middle finger in a ‘come here’ motion, prompting Mammon to skitter up and off of the chair before hiding behind you like a helpless puppy.

You look over your shoulder and glare at him before placing your hands on your hips. His face goes from a look of confusion to one of betrayal. Lucifer sets himself in his chair before retiring to work. He begins to speak as he continues to settle himself in. “I’ll be here if you find yourself in need of assistance.” He speaks without looking at you. “I’ll keep it in mind.” You grab ahold of Mammon’s hand. Your grip is firm enough to make him gently take a hold of your wrist with his free hand. “Ow, ow, ow, ow” You continue to drag him out of Lucifer’s office as he whines and tries to free himself. “Y/N leggo! I said I was sorry!” You shake your head as you drag him back to your room.

Once you are outside of your door you finally let go of Mammon’s hand to push the door open. As soon as the two of you are inside, you waste no time locking the door. You then turn to face Mammon. Your hands on your hips. Your face stern. Once Mammon turns away from the box on your bed that he was examining and faces you he notices your expression. Prompting him to saunter over to you. Hands clasped behind his back and his hips loosely swaying from side to side. “Don’t be mad.. I said I was sorry..” You actually consider letting him off of the hook. “You can’t really stay mad at the Great Mammon can you?” Never mind.

You sit yourself on the edge of your bed legs crossed and a hand out. You gently wave it up and down signaling for Mammon to take a hold of it. He sits himself down next to you before taking ahold of your hand and beginning yo gently knead and massage it as you wanted him to. “You’ve been such a bad boy recently.” His massaging rhythm stops at your words and his hands begin to get a little shaky as he makes eye contact with the box behind the two of you and then back at you. “You understand why I would be mad right?” He gently and slowly nods. “Then you also understand why your actions are punishable then, yes?” His nodding slows as you look at him. “Let go of me.” He lets your hand slide out of his as soon as the order falls from your lips. “Get on your knees.” He gets off of the bed and sets himself on his knees in front of you.

His eyes are wide and impatient and there is an almost unnoticeable shade of red creeping across his cheeks. You slowly spread your crossed legs apart. The only thing keeping you from his prying eyes being the cloth of your underwear and the part of your skirt that is falling over it. Mammon begins to sway from side to side on his knees in anticipation. You look down at him. Your eyes darkening with excitement. Every passing second has Mammon’s breath getting heavier and more impatient as his hands ball into fists. You lean back on your elbows and let your head fall back to look at the ceiling as you speak. “Take my underwear off.”

He doesn’t waste any time propping himself up higher on his knees before looping his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and sliding them off of you. He quickly pockets them before awaiting his next order. “Make your mouth useful.” You can barley get the full sentence out of your mouth when you feel Mammon curling his arms under your thighs and pulling you closer to his face. His breath ghosting over your unclothed heat sending a shiver down your spine. He plants kisses from your outer thighs, to your inner thighs and then to the outside of your core before planting his lips to your clit. Letting a low moan rumble through his mouth and then into you. The vibrations making your hips buck.

After a few minutes of his mouth working and biting between your thighs you reach down to tangle your fingers into his hair. Gripping his white locks to pull him as close to you as he can get without being inside of you. A soft moan is ripped from your mouth as he inserts a slender fingers into you and begins to move it inwards and then outward as he presses it upward into you. Hitting a spot that makes your back arch off of the bed and even further into his mouth. At the sound of your moans and rambles Mammon whimpers into you. Only adding to the already pleasing sensation. “You’re doing so good. S..so good.” You look down at him. His eyes are transfixed on your core. His pupils are dilated. His eyelids are wide and alert to your every move. And his brows are upturned as he tries to rip another moan from your lips.

He finally looks up to make eye contact with you as he swirls his tongue on your clit, inserting another one of his fingers. He begins to move his head for more friction as he pumps his fingers in and out of you faster. Still not breaking eye contact. He hits a spot that has your stomach tightening and your mouth hanging open. The ball in your stomach only continues to tighten as your grip on his hair becomes harder. You feel your thighs begin to twitch as you throw your head back and let out a low moan. The ball of pleasure in your stomach snaps and your back arches further as you reach your high. Your body jolts as Mammon keeps pumping his fingers into you and sucking your core. You curl your fingers into more of his hair and pull him away from your heat. Chest heaving. And mouth hanging open.

Once you finally catch your breathe you order Mammon to stand as you do the same. You make sure his eyes are an you as you slowly unbutton your shirt before letting it fall off of your shoulders. Followed by your bra. And then your skirt. You step out of your pile of clothes and fold your arms over your chest. “Strip.” The shade of red on Mammon’s face deepens and be begins tripping over his words. “Don’t make me tell you twice.” He turns away from you as he begins to strip from his clothing. While he isn’t looking you take the opportunity to crawl onto the bed dig into the box Mammon was so curiously peaking into earlier. You grab ahold of a long ribbed object and pull it from the box. While Mammon is still turned away from you, you step into the thigh harness part of the strap on. You press the toy that is in the inside of the harness into your core. Biting your lip to stifle a moan as you slide the harness the rest of the way up your legs.

Once, a now, unclothed Mammon turns toward you his jaw falls slightly open. His eyes widen as they fall on the tip of the device and then trail back up to meet yours. He begins tripping over his words of apology and excuses as his eyes dart from one side of the room to the other. You interrupt his moment of embarrassment with another order. “Get on the bed. On all fours.” When he doesn’t immediately respond you begin speaking again. “Don’t make this worse for yourself, Mammon.” He scrambles to the bed. Hands and knees pressed into the plush mattress underneath him. He is shifting his weight from one knee to the other. His head is hanging between his shoulders in what might be embarrassment or an effort to hide his anticipation. You walk around him to reach into the box once more and grab a small bottle of lube. You sit on the edge of the bed as you squeeze the tube and let the liquid run down onto the palm of your hand. You begin to work it on and over the strap not breaking eye contact with Mammon.

You stand up and off of the bed as Mammon continues to shift his knees in anticipation. You stand behind him and align the toy with his entrance before squeezing more lube out and letting it run down his skin and onto the partially exposed tip of the dildo before pushing yourself into him. You let out a soft groan while Mammon lets out a long, high moan. You begin to push and pull yourself inward and then outward. Your pace is slow. Too slow. Mammon is whining and moving himself for any type of friction.

He looks back at you eyes pleading, mouth hanging slightly ajar. “Please. Please Y/N, just move!” His voice is whimpery, needy, yet demanding. You raise your palm before bringing it down to collide with his ass. A small pop along with a Yelp from Mammon rings out in the room. You begin to knead the reddening area as you speed up your still, slow thrusts. “I didn’t say you could look at me. Now did I?” Mammon snaps his head forward so that his eyes are no longer on you. “N..No.” He barley manages to form the sentence without letting a moan escape his lips as you begin to push the strap deeper into him before pulling it back out again. “Good boy.”

You grip both of his hips as you push and pull yourself in and out and then in again in a deep steady rhythm. Mammon is throws his head back as a low moan escapes his lips. His eyes flicking back to you. You spank him again. Rubbing the reddening area as you speak again. “You just can’t seem to listen.” You thrust into him deeper. “Maybe you like being punished. Maybe you like being spanked like a disobedient slut.” You pull yourself out then push yourself in deeper again. “Do you enjoy being fucked like a disobedient slut?” Mammon’s whimpers and moans only get louder. Too distracted by the overwhelming sense of pleasure to register the question.

You grab ahold of his hair. Tangling your fist in a handful of his white locks, pulling his head back. “Say it Mammon. Say you enjoy being fucked like a disobedient little slut.” His moans mixed with his blissful state have his words falling out in an airy almost incoherent sentence. “I.. I enjoy being fucked like a disobedient slut.” His tongue is partially lolled out of his mouth, yet he is rambling and saying whatever he is ordered to. “Fuck. Feels s’good. So good” He looks back at you again. You spank him once more but you don’t order him to look away. His eyes lock on yours, then down at you thrusting into him, then back up again. “Look at you. You’re doing so good. Taking me in like that.” You let go of his hair and let your hand trail down to his cock. Grazing your finger across the tip of it. “Fuck!” He looks away, throwing his head back with a moan. You begin to pump your hand up and down his shaft as you continue to thrust into him. You feel his cock twitch in your hand when and you let go of it as you stop thrusting into him.

He looks back at you in confusion. “Y/N..?” His voice is confused and needy. “Why’da stop?” A grin that can only be described as sadistic spreads across your face. “I don’t think you deserve to cum yet.” He lets out a whimper as he tries to move his hips on the toy for any form of friction. “C’mon.. please.. please!” He falls forward on his elbows letting the top portion of his body fall flat onto the bed as his back half is still propped up on his knees. “Please! Please, please, please!” He looks back at you. Eyes pleading. “All right.” You push yourself into him again as you start to pump your hand up and down around his cock. Stroking and thrusting again and again when he’s nearly at his limit once again. Once you feel him about to unravel you stop. Pulling your hand away from him and freezing in place like the last time. He looks back at you groaning. “Y/N.. Y/N please..!” After a few moments of him pleading you begin to continue once again, only to repeat the process of letting him believe you’re going to let him finish and then stopping once he’s at his breaking point. Again and again.

After what feels like forever to Mammon, shoves his face into the pillow below him. Tears of frustration welling in his eyes. His efforts to hide them are futile. You can see his back heaving and hear his groans. After what feels like minutes of you still not moving Mammon turns his face to look back at you. Tears wetting his lashes and reddened cheeks. “Please I can’t take it anymore.” He lets out a whimper. “Fuck me. Let me cum. Please! I’ll be good. I’ll be so good! Just let me cum!” You let out a pleased purr. You wanted to see the Oh-so great Mammon crack and here it is.

You take his cock in your hand once again and begin pumping as you thrust into him with the strap again and again. Before you know it his cock is twitching in your hand again. His thighs and arms are shaking. His back is arching. You reach forward to deepen the thrust as you grab ahold of his hair pulling his head back. “Fuck.. Fuck!” Your breaths begin to get heavier in unison as you both reach your peaks. “Cum for me. Cum now Mammon!” On cue Mammon lets out a low, pent-up, moan as thick ropes of his arousal litter the bed below the two of you. His tongue is lolled out of his mouth and you’re reaching your climax right behind him. You graze your thumb over his tip once more wrenching another moan from his lips as he falls down onto the bed. You slide out of the strap on and position yourself to collapse on your back beside him while you attempt to catch your breathe. “Are you okay?” You ask in a soft hum. He nods his head, an embarrassed smile on his face. “I’ll go run a bath for us. Do you want food or anything?” He lets a small grin tug at his lips. “Who’s payin?” You giggle. “Give me my underwear back and we’ll call it even.”

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♡ 𝒜𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝓊𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒 ♡

!Warnings! None! Just fluff. Tooth rotting fluff with the brothers and a gender neutral reader! There is mention of a nightmare but that’s all.

Lucifer

• You burst into Lucifer’s room which functions more as an office with a bed rather than an actual bedroom.

• At the sound of his door bursting open he swings his spinning chair around to face you. His widened eyes being the only indication that you startled him.

• He opens his mouth like he’s going to speak but you cut him off by outstretching your arms with a smile. “Cuddle me!”

• His mouth that was in an o shape from the surprise of you cutting him off quickly forms a soft grin.

• He gently shakes his head as he lets out what almost sounds like a chuckle before he extends both of his arms a little out offering to fulfill your request.

• In one swift motion you are in front of him trying to figure out how to get into his lap so that he can cradle you. Surely enough the two of you figure it out and you end up with your head on his shoulder and your legs dangling around him, and your feet hanging off of his chair.

• You let out a content sigh as you feel him sink into the embrace. His head leaned against yours and his gloved hand stroking your hair.

Mammon

• You walk into Mammon’s room where you are greeted by his bright smile and rambling about a new scheme for Grimm that you “just gotta” take part in

• Mammon slowly stops his rambling after realizing he has been getting no reaction from you for a few moments.

• He kinda just stares at you before you throw your arms out towards him. “Cuddle me!” Your words come out as more of a plead rather than an order causing Mammon to crack a small smile as his face heats up.

• “Of course you’d want the Great Mammon to hold ya! But only on one condition! If I say yes ya’ you gotta listen to my idea! And I mean really listen to it!” You let your smile widen as you nod your head upwards and then downwards repeatedly, and fast.

• He wraps his arms around your waist and you follow suit, wrapping your legs around his waist. He picks you up and sits down on the couch with you. Careful not to squish your legs that are criss crossed around his midsection.

• You take a moment to appreciate his touch, his scent, his warmth. After a long pause of comfortable silence besides the two of your synchronized breathes you look up at him. His cheeks are turning a slightly more visible shade of red.

• You tuck your face back into the crook of his neck as you let a smile tug on the sides of your lips. He feels your smile forming and wastes no time questioning you. “Oi? What’re you smiling about, huh?” You let out a small giggle. “Oh nothing. Just the fact that your blushing.” He begins stumbling over his words as he thinks of excuses and explanations. “Am not!” You look up at him again. “Are too! I can see it right now!” And with that, the thought of any schemes and plans for Grimm, or just anything that isn’t the two of you, are gone.

Levi

• You are in Levi’s room, sprawled out across his bed. Your are on your phone scrolling aimlessly through random apps and Levi is watching an anime.

• You let out a sigh of boredom before rolling over onto your back and holding your phone in the air above you. Still scrolling with no particular goal in mind.

• After coming to terms with the fact that you weren’t gonna find anything interesting on your phone, you spring up and make your way over to Levi.

• He is too focused on the show before him to realize that you are standing at his side immediately. But when he does his face starts to immediately go red. “How.. how long were you there for..?!”

• You shrug before stretching your arms out in front of you. “Cuddle me.” His face is even redder now, and he is trying to hide it by looking from one side of the room to the other. Rambles to fast to be coherent falling from his lips.

• You tilt your head to the side waiting for your request to be accepted or declined. Once his eyes meet yours again and he notices the confusion making its way across every one of your features he quickly snaps out of it and accepts. “Ah- of course!” He moves his legs apart to give you a space to make your way into.

• Once you are on his chair. Legs on either side of him. Arms wrapped around his torso and your face in the crook of his neck, you take the sensation in. He is warm. His touch is gentle although he is a little stiff. And his scent is sweet and inviting. You let the moment of silence linger for a moment longer before letting out a small giggle and starting to speak. “Are my normie tactics working on you yet?”

Satan

• You were sitting next to him on the couch. Your head leaned onto his shoulder. His hand on one of your criss crossed knees as he recited a piece you didn’t know the name of.

• As he continued you couldn’t stop glancing up at him. The way the green of his eyes shimmered even in the dimness of the room. The way his Adam’s apple bobbed upwards and then downwards again as he took pauses between words. The way his hair fell so perfectly to frame his face.

•He had been taking those pauses between words to look back down at you. Although you were too absorbed in thoughts about him to notice.

• “Is there something wrong, dear?” You slowly shake your head no as you pull your head away from his shoulder. “Cuddle me.”

• Your words fall out of your mouth before you can even realize what you’re saying. He lets out a small chuckle before setting the piece down on a side table and patting his lap.

• You waste no time crawling into it and draping your arms over his shoulders. Resting your head in the crook of his neck and letting out a content hum.

• There is a moment of silence before you begin to speak, head still buried in his neck. “Can you.. can you still read though? I love the way you sound when you read.” He lets out a small chuckle before grabbing the piece from before. “Of course.”

Asmo

• You’re sitting with your legs criss crossed as Amso applies a cream to your face. His fingertips lightly brushing every inch of your skin making sure he doesn’t miss a single spot.

• The sensation of the cream is cool and refreshing with the scent of cucumbers. While Asmo’s fingers are warm and tingly. The heat of his hand on your face only making you feel hot.

• He goes to reach for another ointment when you open your eyes for a moment and catch a glimpse of him. His hair springy as he turns to dig through his basket of beauty supplies. In one swift motion he is turned towards you again new products in each hand.

• Once he sees that your eyes are open again a smile spreads across his face as he places the supplies down between the two of you. “Close your eyes, silly!” His grin grows a little wider. “I know how much you love to see yours truly. But this is about you!” He grabs an ointment and holds it up. “So let me take care of you!”

• You let a small grin spread across your face as you outstretch your arms towards him. “Cuddle me.” At the sounds of your words he has to hold back a squeal, opting to internally scream instead. He quickly stands up and sits on the edge of his bed and extends his arms to you in return. He makes grabby motions with his hands as he speaks. “Come here so I can hold you!”

Beel

• You were on Beel’s bed, chin propped up by your hands, stomach pressed into the soft mattress beneath you and your knees bent, swinging your feet away from your behind and then back again. Beel is right beside you, scarfing down handfuls of extra buttery microwaved popcorn.

• You two were watching a movie. Although, the two of you weren’t into it. But neither of you would dare say you disliked it in fear of hurting the others feelings. You pull your hands away from your face. Allowing your chin to fall into the mattress below and you stop swinging your legs. Letting them fall behind you as you drape your arms over the edge of his bed. Spread out like one of those bear rugs.

• You roll over to your back to look up at the ceiling when Beel catches your eye. He is still scarfing down popcorn. Looking like he is zoned out looking at the screen rather than actually watching the movie. His hands are mindlessly reaching into the popcorn filled bowl as his mouth hangs open anticipating another handful of the snack.

• The movements of his hand are swift. Calculated. Every time he clutches another handful of popcorn his knuckles flex, defining the veins and muscles in his hands. His eyes are wide yet emotionless as he stares blankly at the screen before the two of you. His throat bobbing upwards and then downwards again every other moment.

• After a moment too long of your admiring his hand freezes. Hovering above the bowl as if he’s going to grab another handful. But then his eyes meet yours. “Is there something on my face?” You shake your head to snap yourself out of your staring session and he takes it as you shaking your head no. “There isn’t- but then what were you staring at..?”

• You sit up and turn to face him. Hands in your lap and your legs folded criss cross. “It’s just..” he’s beautiful. But you don’t know how to say that to him. “You’re nice to look at.” You shrug letting a small smile tug on the sides of your lips.

“Oh.” He lets a wide smile spread across his face as he tilts his head to the side a little. “You are too.” You can hear the sincerity in his tone. The innocence. It’s one of the things that makes him so amazing. “Cuddle me.”

• The words fall from your mouth faster than you can comprehend. He tilts his head further as the purple tones in his irises shimmer in the light from him widening his eyes. “Me?” He says confusion apparent in his voice. You nod your head, “Mh-hm”.

• He places the bowl behind the two of and you outstretches his arms, inviting you towards him. You waste no time crawling into his lap and as soon as you two make contact his arms fall around you in a tight embrace. His strength, his scent, his warmth. All engulfing you at once. And it’s amazing. “Like this?” He asks looking for reassurance. “Just like this.

Belphie

• You had a nightmare. It left you not able to fall back asleep and anxious. You were wrapped up in one of your thickest blankets for comfort when you had an idea.

• Once you worked up the courage to leave your bed you took no time getting out of your dark room and into the well lit hallway. Barefoot and swaddled in a fluffy blanket you made your way to Belphie’s shared room. You didn’t knock on the door and instead creeped inside.

• To your left you saw Beel cradling a hamburger stuffy, gnawing on it in his sleep. And to your right you saw the boy you were looking for. Fast sleep as usual.

• His bed was usually made, but at night when he would use it most, it became a nest of pillows and blankets. Belphie only locatable because of his sleep talking and head of fluffy hair sticking out from the heap of covers and pillows.

• Once you are at the side of his bed you gently nudge him. His eyes flutter open, his gaze softening once it lands on you. “Cuddle me.” You waste no time asking the question. Although it comes out as more of a demanding whisper than a question.

• He scoots over so that you can lay in the spot he was just in. Once you make your way into his bed and lay down you let a sign of relief out. The spot where he was just laying at was still warm with his body heat, his scent sticking to every piece of cloth on the bed surrounding you.

• He lifts one of his arm up to offer you entry to his torso. “C’mere so I can go back to sleep.” You scoot yourself up against him and he drops his arm back down. Caging you against his chest with it.

• “Did you have another bad dream?” His voice is soft. Vulnerable. A tone you almost only hear when he knows it’s only you who can hear it. You don’t speak. Only nodding your head against his chest.

• His hold on you becomes tighter. More protective. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” His breathing begins to slow and his body relaxes against you. “You promise?” You ask still looking for reassurance. “I promise.”

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𝒪𝒷𝑒𝓎 𝓂𝑒 - 𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 ℒ𝒾𝓈𝓉

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Directory Key

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Angst/Pain = ⁑

Spicy/Smut = ⁂

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Lucifer

Take a Seat- ⁂

The Brothers Walking in on You - ⁂

Asking the Brothers to Cuddle - *

Mammon

The Brothers Walking in on You - ⁂

Asking the Brothers to Cuddle - *

Levi

Game Over Pt.1 - ⁂

Game Over Pt.2 - ⁂

The Brothers Walking in on You - ⁂

Asking the Brothers to Cuddle - *

Satan

The Brothers Walking in on You - ⁂

Asking the Brothers to Cuddle - *

Asmo

The Brothers Walking in on You - ⁂

Asking the Brothers to Cuddle - *

Beel

Kisses and Candy - *

The Brothers Walking in on You - ⁂

Asking the Brothers to Cuddle - *

Belphie

The Brothers Walking in on You - ⁂

Asking the Brothers to Cuddle - *

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⌾ 𝒢𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒪𝓋𝑒𝓇 ~ ℒ𝑒𝓋𝒾 𝓍 ℛ𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 ⌾

⌾ This is Pt.2

⌾ Here for Pt.1

⌾ Levi is showing his games more attention than he is you. You’re going to change that.

⌾ Levi x Gender Neutral reader

⌾ Minors Do not Interact

⌾ Smut under the cut

!Warnings! Gender Neutral reader, Smut, Oral M!receiving, Semi-public?, Exhibitionism, Praise GN!receiving, Hair pulling, Face fucking, Snowballing, Swearing, Not spell checked, Bottom Levi???

“Dude, what the hell is going on over there..?” At the realization that he is being heard over the mic his mouth forms and even wider o than before as he throws his head back and lets out a high moan. “Fuck!” He digs his nails into the arms of his chair, head still back, Adam’s apple bobbing upward and then downwards again before he looks back down at you. His hands are trembling, nails still digging into the leather arms of his gaming chair. “Please.. please. Just let me touch you!” His hands quiver harder trying to fight the urge to grab a fistful of your hair. You keep your mouth working on his length while you hum out an “Uh-huh” giving him the okay

He wastes no time ripping his hands from the arms of his chair and in one swift movement has them tangled in your hair. You gag as he begins to pick up pace. Bucking his hips into your throat so relentlessly that his lower half leaves the chair every time he ruts into your mouth. “Fuck.. fuck just like that.” His eyes never leave yours as he thrusts his length into the back of your throat again and again. Leaving your jaw sore and your mouth puffy. “You’re doing so good…” he lets out a low moan as he throws his head back again. “So fucking good. Taking my cock like that in your pretty mouth.” His praise leaves the arousal pooling in your underwear even more intense, earning him a moan from you. He curses again as the vibrations from your moan rush through him. The sight of him. The sound of him. The taste of him. It’s so exhilarating. So intoxicating.

Without thinking you remove a hand from his thigh and push it past the waistband of your underwear, beginning to pleasure yourself. The room is filled with the sound of skin on skin, heaving breathing, moans, praise. The atmosphere is so lewd and the two of you are absolutely drunk on it. Almost drunk enough to drown out the sound of your curious audience listening in on the two of you. From Levi’s headset you can hear heavy breathing from ransoms in the lobby, while others seemed more heated than horny.

Levi’s thrusts begin to get sloppier. His praise begins to get more whiny. His grip on your hair tightens. And you can feel his thighs tensing as his cock begins to twitch on your tongue. The hand that you have been working on yourself with begins to speed up, readying yourself to reach your climax with him. “I’m s..so close. You’re doing such a.. good.” He pauses between moans and groans. “Such a good job for me.” He’s pushing himself deeper and deeper and your cheeks are getting wetter and wetter with tears. You didn’t plan for him to last this long and you feel like you’re gonna unravel even before he does. That’s when he says it. “I want you to cum with me..!” It comes at as more of a beg than a demand like he’s going to reach his peak in an instant. He’s staring into your eyes that are pooling with even more tears. While on the other hand his eyes look like they are pooling with more lust. “One.. Two…” He throws his head back as he ruts into your mouth one last time and holds himself there. “Three!” You feel warm, thick, salty ropes of his arousal begin to pool into your mouth, quickly pushing you over the edge. You let out a deep moan that sends vibrations through his already sensitive cock prompting him to rut into you again gripping your hair even tighter as he utters a curse.

Once you both begin to lower from your high he pulls his length out of your mouth. His cum and your spit connecting you to his tip as he pulls it away. He’s still panting, tongue lolled out of his mouth trying to catch his breath when you raise your mouth to be level with his before pressing your lips to his in a kiss. He quickly reciprocates. You press your tongue to his lips signaling for them to part further and he gives you entry without hesitation. As soon as your mouths are fully exposed to each other you push his cum from your mouth and into his. His eyes slightly widen in shock once he tastes himself before you pull away from the kiss. Your only point of contact being a trail of cum and salvia from his lips to yours. “Swallow” you order. He shuts his eyes and quickly does so without hesitation, opening his mouth to show you he’s obeyed. “Good boy.”

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⌾ 𝒢𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒪𝓋𝑒𝓇 ~ ℒ𝑒𝓋𝒾 𝓍 ℛ𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 ⌾

⌾ This is Pt.1

⌾ Here for Pt.2

⌾ Levi is showing his games more attention than he is you. You’re going to change that.

⌾ Levi x Gender Neutral reader

⌾ Minors Do not Interact

⌾ Smut under the cut

!Warnings! Gender Neutral reader, Smut, Oral M!receiving, Semi-public?, Exhibitionism, Praise M!receiving, Degrading M!receiving, Swearing, Not spell Checked, Bottom Levi???

This is kinda long so I’ll have to make a part two for you, lovelies. This is part one. Enjoy!

• Now it wasn’t uncommon for you to be with Levi and feel like you were two worlds away.

• In fact, often times you enjoyed it that way. You reading a manga with a conforming silence besides Levi’s gasps and “no way”s at an anime that you weren’t exactly into.

• Or when he would notice you drifting off and stop yelling at the people he was up against in his online games. Making his tone more hushed and raspy not to disturb you.

• But today you didn’t wanna be two worlds away. No. You wanted your worlds to collide. To be as close as possible. To be one.

• And you were determined to make it happen.

“Ah dammit! Screw you! You must be hacking, get off the server-” The only noise in the room besides Levi’s yells and complaints towards his opponents was the sound of your heavy, frustrated breathing. He said he would get off of the game as soon as he “Got this W”. But the problem is that he keeps losing, one round turned into two, and then two into three and then three turned into accusing people of being hackers and modders. You got up off of his bed and made your way over to him with your arms crossed. It only takes him a few seconds to realize that you are staring him down. “Oh- YN-”. He looks down at his hands that are still subconsciously working at his keyboard. “I’ll log off right now. I got carried away- It’s just that this damn dude keeps-” he trails off again. Averting his eyes from one side of the room to the other again and again not able to handle the heaviness of your stare as his face heats up and begins to go pink.

You grab ahold of the back of his chair and push it back and out from his desk. Just enough so that you can slide under the desk before pulling the chair back in so that your face is between his legs. “No, please, continue.” You say teasingly. He is stumbling over his words already. Covering his face. Averting his glance. You bring your palm up to the middle of his pants. Letting it hang centimeters away from his crotch teasingly, the warmth of him heating your palm. “May I?”

He begins nodding before you can even fully finish your sentence. You place your palm flatly on the already growing hardness between his thighs, massaging and gripping it firmly. Ripping a weak, needy whimper from his mouth. He goes to grab your hand to press it down harder. But before he can, you pull away. “Uh-uh. You didn’t wanna touch me before. So you don’t get to touch me now.” Another whimper is ripped from his mouth. But instead of it being one of pleasure it’s one of frustration. “You good bro..?”

The hand that Levi was using to try and guide you quickly darts to his mouth, clamping it shut. “Hm? What’s that?” You giggle. “Were you heard moaning? And in front of your friends? All for me?” You prop yourself up to whisper into his ear, letting your lips brush up against his lobe. “I’m flattered.” You say in a low, lust-leaking tone. You bring yourself back down to his crotch when your knee brushes up against his clothed cock. Earning you a muffled moan.

You click your tongue as you unzip his pants. Freeing his cock, wasting no time beginning to work on it with your hands. “You don’t want your friends to know what a needy slut you are, now do you?” He shakes his head no. But that’s a lie. He wants you to ruin him. And you know it. “Then go on. Tell your friends you’re okay.” He nods his head. Finally removing his hand from his mouth. “I-I’m- I’m fine gu-”. His words are cut off as you brush your thumb against his tip ripping a high moan from him. He glances down at you as the shade of red on his face deepens. You smirk as you continue your assault on his tip while gesturing for him to continue. “I’m good.” He says in a rushed tone. Not giving himself any time to moan in front of his friends again before looking down at you with exhilaration and lust pooling on his face.

“Good boy.” You say before taking the top half of his length in your mouth. He lets out yet another moan. This time more airy and whimpery than the last. He bites his lip so hard that you think it might bleed. Only for him let go of it once you take him deeper into your mouth. “Fuck- Please- please Y/N, please. Let me touch you. Please.” Subconsciously his hips begin to gently rut into your mouth, hands hovering over your head. Waiting for the okay so that he can grab handfuls of your hair and shove you down to his base. You hum an “Uh-uh” while still sucking his cock, letting the vibrations of the hum run through him earning you more moans and hip ruts. “Dude, what the hell is going on over there..?”

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❁ 𝙾𝚋𝚎𝚢 𝙼𝚎! 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 ❁

This was written at like 2 AM and I accidentally deleted and was forced to restart it like twice..

I hope you enjoy it! [beatboxes through tears]

!Warnings! Fluff???, Smut???, Mild Chaos???, Not spelled checked, Question Marks???

• Lucifer watches super nanny to convince himself that his kids brothers aren’t so bad

• Mammon has nice feet and he most defiantly sold photos of them for Grimm before

• Beel doesn’t mind sharing food with you but as soon as you give the food he has been kind enough to give you to someone else, he gets so frustrated

• Since Belphie sleeps all day he often is awake at night

• When Belphie is awake in the dead of the devildom night he often finds his mind wandering.

• When his mind wanders too far he goes to check on/watch you or Beel sleep. He finds so much comfort seeing you two in your peaceful state. And it doesn’t require him letting his guard down. So it’s a win win.

• Satan has stood outside of your door at night considering whether to come in or not. Not in a creepy way. He just really wants to read you to sleep. But he always decides against it.

• Levi eats pickles and peppermints. At the same time. He’s got Beel to like the combo too. But I mean is that really a surprise.

• If Luke is baking for someone he dislikes he will make the dessert way too sweet. He’s to nice to burn it and too good of a baker to make it taste any worse than over sweetness

• You once said “oh god” in bed with Simeon. He had to have a talk with you after that..

• At least once every year Satan makes a “Why we should definitely have a cat” PowerPoint. And one of the slides that never fails to be in the presentation is “The cuteness of the cat will make up for the horridness that is our oldest brother, Lucifer’s face.”

Okay that’s all goodnight, lovelies ~ Moon

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𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 & 𝘾𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙮 - 𝘽𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

☆ Taking candy from Beelzebub with a kiss

☆ Obey me Beel x Gender Neutral Reader

☆ !Warnings! Kissing, biting, cuddling, a little spicy??? Idk. tell me if I missed anything!

Just a work for our very hungry bby boy <3

• Now if you weren’t you, Beel wouldn’t hesitate to eat everything in sight

• But since you are you, he can’t let his human starve, now can he?

• Considering this he had split your bag of candy up so that you had your fair share

• But what can you say? Food just tastes better when it’s his.

You and Beel were sitting on his bed in his shared room. Two black bowls filled with those sweet and sour lemon candies that you had forgotten the name of. The plastic bags that they came in crumbled up and littering the foot of his king sized bed. He knew how much you liked them and practically begged Diavolo to get some for you from the human world. Your bowl was sat in your lap. Cradled by your criss crossed legs.

You were rolling the hard, round, yellow treat along the length of your tongue. Savoring the flavors. It brought back memories. And now you had a new one to connect the treat to. You’re pulled away from your nostalgia at the sound of Beel scarfing the candy from his bowl down. Barley savoring the flavor for more than a second. You chuckled to yourself at the sight. “How did he not bite his tongue more often with the way that he ate?” You thought to yourself, chuckling once again before finally biting into your own candy. Letting the sweet flavors wash over your tongue. Meanwhile Beel is still scarfing down the sweets.

You set your bowl aside as Beel popped another hard treat into his mouth. Not scarfing it down as quick as the others once he realizes your eyes on him. “Hm..? Is there something on my face?” Yes Beel. There is something on your face. Pinkness is starting to spread from one of his cheeks to the other. “…Is there?” He asks again looking for reassurance. He takes his sleeve and wipes the corners of his mouth trying to rid his face of any possible debris. Averting his eyes in embarrassment. You place your bowl besides yourself and shake your head before grabbing his respective candy-filled bowl and setting it down beside you.

You prop yourself into his lap and grab his chin brining his eyes back to yours. His body heat warms the tips of your fingers as you admire him. His brightly colored violet eyes that are complimented with a pinkish undertone. The perfect curve of his nose. The arch of his jaw. The dips of his collar bone. The way that his Adam’s apple bobs upwards and then downward again as his lips part in anticipation for you to make a move. “No theres nothing on your face.” You close the distance like you’re going to kiss him, only to bring your mouth to the side of his face. Close enough so that your lips brush up against his ear. You can practically feel the shiver run through him from where your lips and his ear meet.

“You’re just perfect.” your words come out as a hum, a purr. You bring your face back to his and look into his eyes. The redness on his face deepening further and further with every second. In one swift motion both of his hands are cupping your face and your lips collide. He lets out a hungry groan as his tongue meets yours. The sweet taste of candy prominent in his mouth. That’s when you feel it.

Your tongue bumps into the piece of candy he never ate. You roll it around under your tongue before sucking it into your mouth and pulling away. Beel is too flustered, too exhilarated to even realize the candy that is now missing from his mouth until you show it off between your top and bottom row of teeth in a wide smile. You press your lips together before biting into the treat. “Thanks for the treat. Beelzebub.”

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𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐭 ~ 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✿ Your building stress along with the Eldest’s leads to the two do you needing release

✿ Cock-warming With Lucifer

✿ Lucifer x Female!Reader

✿ Minors Do not Interact

✿ Smut under the cut

!Warnings! NSFW, Not Spell Checked, Sir kink, I think that’s all, tell me if I’m wrong <3

Lucifer

• Lucifer had been extremely busy lately and his frustration was building up more than the large stack of documents, letters and sticky notes of random reminders for himself on his desk. And his thoughts were even more disorganized than his work.

• You were no better off. Your gaming nights with Levi. The spa days with Asmo. All of your procrastination was not doing you good academically or mentally. If you thought your grades were suffering, then your mind was a literal dumpster fire.

• Both of your stress levels where high. But your frustrations, sexual or not, were even higher.

• You knew Lucifer would still be up late into the night and you took advantage of that.

• You had nothing on but your oversized pajama t-shirt, underwear and a brave face.

• After a making your way to Lucifers door you push it open peaking your face inside..

“Hello...? Lucifer...?” Your voice rang out softly in the almost silent room. The only other noise besides the door creaking the rest of the way open was Lucifers husky frustrated breath. He jumps a little in his black swivel chair before trying to play it off as him readjusting himself for comfort. He turns his head to face you. “Ah, Y/N.” His eyes soften, fluttering closed for a moment as the Adam’s apple in his throat bobs upward and then downward again. You push yourself the rest of the way in the room, shutting the door behind you. Your hands grab at the bottom of your shirt. Tugging it downward to cover the upper halves of your thighs. Lucifers eyes dart down to your hands and the fabric bunched in them. Wishing you hadn’t hidden yourself. You feel your face heating up. He feels a heat build up in himself as well. Just not on his face.

His hair is disheveled, his eyes are hungry and his lips are glossed in a thin coat of saliva from him licking them just now. His Adam’s apple bobs again. He outstretches a hand. Offering you to take it. You slip your noticeably smaller hand into his larger one and in one swift movement you are pulled onto his lap. “Lucifer…” you coo. He ghosts his long fingers against the side of your cheek. “Y/N” he says in a husky purr. You press your thighs together as much as you can while being in his lap. Only to feel the obviously hardening bulge in his pants. His fingers lace around your wrist. “I’ve missed you so much, love…” You let out a soft whimper. “I’ve missed you too.” You bite your lip before trying to wrench your wrist free to grab the bulge in his pants. His grip tightens, not enough to hurt you, but enough to stop your efforts.

You whine, your frustration and arousal only growing. He tilts his head so that his lips are brushing up against your ear when he speaks. “Do you want to sit on my cock dear..?” His voice is leaking with need. You frantically nod biting your bottom lip in anticipation. He bites your ear lobe as he lets go of your wrist and pulls his face away. You waste no time working at his belt, pants buttons and zipper. After what felt like an eternity of struggling with the restricting apparel you’re finally able to push your hand past his boxers and spring his cock free. You graze your thumb over his tip forcing a deep groan out of Lucifers lips. The sight combined with the sound leaves you dripping in even more of your own arousal. He hooks a finger in the waistband of your underwear and then unhooks it. Letting the waistband snap against your skin. His way of telling you to take them off.

You awkwardly position yourself in his lap so that you can wriggle out of the garment without hurting him. Once you are free of the fabric clothing your heat Lucifer wastes no time rubbing his tip against your already swollen clit. You let a broken half pant half whimper escape your lips as you buck your hips desperate for more friction. Lucifer digs his fingers into your hips. “Did I give you permission to move?” You shake your head as you bite your lip. The frustration form before building more and more. He takes a hand off of your hip and grabs your chin. Squishing your face together. “Use your words dear.” You nod again before trying to speak through your still squished cheeks. “Yes.. yes sir.” He let’s go of your face letting his pointer finger trail down to your jaw before placing his hand back on your hip.

He lifts you up before setting you down on his cock. Slowly letting you slide down onto it. Letting you savor every inch. Every ridge, every curve, ever vein. The feeling of fullness. The feeling of him made you let out a deep, pent up moan. Lucifer let’s out a growl. Biting his lip to stifle the noise. The sound of him along with the feeling made you tighten around him. Ripping a moan from both of your mouths. You begin to move your hips when he tightens his grasp on the supple skin. “You’ve made this mistake before, love. Now why don’t you hold still like a good girl for me, hm?”

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♡ Account Intro & Info ♡

『 Name: Moon 』

『 MBTI: ISTP / ISTJ 』

『 Astrological Sign: Leo 』

『 Pronouns: They / Them 』

『 Primary Content: Fanfics 』

◤ Welcome to my blog! As my name says I truly am a fanatic for fanfics. I enjoy reading, and as of now, writing them! I write head cannons, drabbles, imagines, fanfics, smut, tooth rotting fluff and everything in between.

I, myself being an LBGTQ+, Mentally ill, Sleep deprived, African American thought, hey, why not share my work with the amazing people of tumblr while doing what I enjoy and meeting others like me along the way?

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