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When you/they find out, fingertips are an erogenous zone

thank you for the request! I tried this with my husband and i don't think i did it correctly but i tried my best in writing this, so I hope it's close to what you requested! video

🕷 pairing: demon brother x gn!reader

🕷 wc: 1.8k

🕷 warnings: pet names (babe, treasure, baby, love, doll, cupcake, little moon), suggestive content (18+), licking, biting, and sucking on fingers, shared bath, food mention, mention of oral sex

Lucifer 

Lucifer was used to your odd shenanigans after being on your D.D.D. all evening, so when you walked into his bedroom with a bashful smile, he knew you were up to something.  

“What is it that you saw this time?” Lucifer asks as he looks up from his book. He raises a brow when you don’t respond immediately. Sighing, he shuts his book and sets it on the nightstand. 

“Well, I saw this video,” you start as you walk toward him. “And apparently fingertips are considered an erogenous zone…” 

Lucifer gives you a few seconds to continue, but he smirks when you don’t. 

“Is there something you’d like to try, babe?”

You can feel your face heat as he eyes you playfully. Whatever you’ve seen, you’ve been dying to get him alone, in his bedroom no less.

“It’s silly,” you say as you try to backtrack but his hand wraps around your wrist gently to keep you in place. You refuse to meet his gaze, his fingers gripping your chin to make you look up at him.

“You never have to hide from me, babe. Now, show me what you learned,” he instructs as he releases your wrist and places his wrist in your hand. 

You take it gingerly, pressing your fingertips to his with some pressure before dragging them down his arm. Lucifer watches you curiously, surprised when his body responds to your fingertips.

“Do it again,” he commands and you gladly do so.

This time, Lucifer shuts his eyes and inhales sharply. He cups your face and kisses you when you take your hand off him.

He’ll spend the rest of the night doing the same to you.

Mammon 

Boredom rarely came to you when you were at HOL. Normally, you’d be with one of the brothers, whichever happened to steal you away for the moment.

Today, Mammon had won. 

“Mammon,” you whine from his bed as he sits at his desk counting Grimm.

“Just a minute, Treasure,” he responds as he continues counting. 

“But I want to show you something,” you pout, lying on his bed. 

Mammon hums, finishing his counting before getting into bed beside you. 

“What is it, Treasure?” 

“This,” you giggle as you take his hand in yours. You press your fingertips to his own, dragging them up his arm before your nails lightly dig into his skin. 

Mammon moans immediately, surprising himself. 

“What did you do, Treasure?” he asks with wide eyes as you smile bashfully. You repeat your actions, eyes glued to the sinful reactions Mammon gives you.

“Fuck, Treasure,” he groans as he moves to straddle your hips. He pins your arms over your head, fingers laced together. “You’re gonna pay for that.”

“Gladly,” you grin.

Levi

You’d been in Levi’s bedroom all evening. You had played games, read some of his new manga, and alphabetized his most recent purchases.

Now you were sitting beside him while he played his new RPG. Unfortunately for you, it was single-player, so all you could do was watch.

You knew the moment you tried to leave, he’d beg you to stay, and you couldn’t resist him. You were head over heels for him, and he knew it.

“Levi,” you pout. “Pay attention to me.”

Your whines don’t go unanswered as he briefly looks at you. “Y-yeah?”

“Play with me,” you whine. 

Levie blushes, thoughts heading into dangerous territory before his game garners his attention again. 

Frowning, you take his free hand in your own. Levi goes to protest but is surprised when you bring his fingertips to your lips. Gently, you kiss each of them as he quits his game to stare at you. 

You ignore him as you take his finger into your mouth, your teeth gently sinking into the pad of his finger. Levi watches on with astonishment, biting back a moan as his face burns red. His cock twitches in his pants, and his breathing grows heavy as your tongue swirls around his finger.

“Are you going to play with me now, Levi?” you ask with a smile before you take his finger back into your mouth, sucking and nipping at his fingertip.

“Yeah, I-I am,” Levi stutters as you bite him a little harder just to watch his eyes roll to the back of his head. 

Satan

“What did I miss?” you ask as you wake from your nap. Satan chuckles as you sit up, your hair mussed from tossing and turning in your sleep. He’s smiling when he fixes your hair with one hand and uses the other to mark his place in his book.

“What are you reading?” you ask as you sit up, moving to sit between his legs with your back pressed to his chest.

Satan shows you the cover of his book, and your eyes widen as you read the title.

31 Erogenous Zones of the Human Body.

“Oh?” you perk up, ignoring the flush of heat rising to your cheeks.

Satan smirks. “There are the obvious ones. You know, the lips, the neck, the chest.”

You nod as you open the book to the page he was on and Satan rests his chin on your shoulder. “But this one is interesting. The fingertips are sensitive, and so are the palms and wrists.”

“Have you ever tried it on a human?” you ask, feeling Satan’s chest rumble as he laughs.

“Baby, do you think I’d tolerate any other human close enough to figure out what their erogenous zones are? There’s only you, my love. That’s why I ordered this book as soon as I saw it.” Satan explains as he places the book aside.

He takes your hand in his, bringing it to his lips and kissing the palm. His teeth scrape the end of your palm, making you sigh as he kisses his way to your wrist. He sucks the sensitive skin, feeling you go limp in his hold.

“So responsive,” he teases as he continues to kiss his way upward, watching you unravel right before him.

You were in for a long night of pleasure.

Asmo

“Doll, am I happy to see you!” Asmo exclaims when he comes out of the bathroom fresh from his shower.

“You texted me to come in here,” you respond with a smile. You managed to sneak around HOL with just the robe Asmo had gifted you this morning. Now you were heading into the bathtub with Asmo to scrub and pamper you until he was content.

Asmo is gentle with his touch as he rubs your shoulders with his hands. He’s on his knees as he raises your arm out of the tub to rub a loofah over your skin. Something about the rough texture makes you moan as you shut your eyes to focus on the pleasure.

Humming, Asmo continues, giggling when you moan his name and sink into the tub further. “You seem to be enjoying this more than usual, Doll.”

“Feels good,” you state as Asmo adds more pressure to your arm with the loofah before tossing it to the other side of the tub. 

“Fuck it,” Asmo curses as he takes his bathrobe off and joins you in the tub. He wraps his arms around your waist pulling you to his chest as he kisses your neck and shoulders. “You’re too intoxicating to resist.”

Silently, Asmo grabs your wrist, pulling your arm towards him. Slowly, he rubs your arm, nails scratching your skin softly until he adds more pressure on the next run.

His name rolls off your tongue, back arching slightly as his lips meet your shoulder. “Such a pretty little doll for me.”

Beel

“You know, when you mentioned having a snack, I didn’t think you meant everything in the Devildom,” you tease as you push your unfinished candy bar toward Beel.

Beel takes it. He eats it immediately before moving on to the next chocolate bar. “Just a little something before dinner.”

“Is Belphie in the attic again?” you ask as you move to sit in his lap.

“Yeah, he said my snacking was keeping him awake,” Beel shrugs as he opens another chocolate bar.

You giggle, shaking your head.

“What’s so funny, Cupcake?” Beel asks as he finishes his chocolate.

“Nothing. It just means I have you all to myself,” you grin, taking his wrist and bringing his chocolate-covered fingers to your lips.

Beel eyes you curiously as you wrap your lips around his finger, sucking the chocolate off and nipping his fingertip.

Beel moans when you release his finger and take another into your mouth. He’s not surprised when his cock stirs in his pants when you suck his finger clean, swirling your tongue around the tip. 

When you’re done sucking his fingers, Beel slams his lips on yours. His sticky hands grip the back of your head as he deepens the kiss to taste the sweetness of the chocolate on your tongue. Your hips grind down on his, moaning into his mouth as he groans your name when your hands fist his shirt, nearly tearing it off his body.

Beel didn’t think something as simple as sucking and biting on his fingers would turn him on so much, but all he can think of now is stuffing your mouth full of his cock.

Belphie

“Moon?” Belphie asks sleepily when he feels you stir in his arms. “What’s wrong?”

“Just a bad dream,” you gently stroke his hair. “Nothing to worry about.”

Belphie frowns, he’s tried to take your bad dreams away. Keeping you at his side at bedtime to help keep the nightmares away. He can filter most of them out, but some still slip through. He’ll have to ask Lucifer or Solomon if there’s anything else he can do to rid you of these dreams.

You know as long as he and his brothers are around, harm will not come to you. But still, these bad dreams persist.

Belphie laces your fingers together, kissing your hand before kissing each of your fingers.

“You’re safe with me, Moon. You always will be,” he promises as he takes your palm and lightly runs his nails over the tender skin. You nod, curling into his side as he continues to stroke your palm with his fingertips, alternating between rubbing and scratching it gently.

“It tickles,” you grin as he brings your hand to his lips, teeth sinking into your wrist. You moan, melting into a puddle beside him. Belphie smiles sleepily as he does it again, kissing your lips before lacing your fingers together.

“Go to sleep, Little Moon. I’ll keep all the dangers away,” Belphie promises, as you rest your head on his chest and fall asleep a few minutes later.

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Obey Me: Rough Days[Demon Brothers]

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🕷 pairing: demon brothers x gn!reader

🕷 genre: established relationship, 18+

🕷 summary: Some days are rough.

🕷wc: 2.6k

🕷 warnings: depression (and symptoms), food mention/skipping meals, some smut, this is mostly based on my personal experience (I've been on medication for 11 months now so that's why there are mentions of getting help).

🕷 date: August 3, 2024

Lucifer

The Avatar of Pride had noticed your change in demeanor lately. He had studied you from afar, unsure how to gently approach the subject.

He knew that sometimes your mental health wavered, sometimes it skydived, and sometimes it seemed like dark clouds hovered over your head. Sometimes it was seasonal, but this seemed to go past the Winter Blues.

“Do you want to go to lunch with me?” he asks one day when you’ve gotten out of bed long enough to join them for breakfast.

“Not really. I don’t feel like leaving the house,” you answered as you pushed your food around your plate before excusing yourself to go back to bed.

Later that day, Lucifer knocks on your bedroom door. He lets himself in and sees you reading a book. 

Lucifer doesn’t speak as he sets up your lunch. You follow him with your eyes, as he pats the seat beside him. 

Slowly, you sit beside him, thanking him for bringing you lunch. He simply kisses your forehead and tells you about his morning. 

Once lunch is over, Lucifer joins you in your bed. You curl up beside him, his arms wrap around you. 

“I love you,” he whispers as his fingers lace yours. You smile at him, hiding your face in his chest for a moment.

You kiss Lucifer. He cups your face gently, his fingers caressing your cheek.

Lucifer goes at your pace, never moving his hands too low unless you guide them. His lips stay on yours until your fingers thread in his hair, urging him to kiss his way down to your neck.

He kisses every part of you that you allow, clearing your mind for a moment. It won’t fix how you feel inside completely but it is what you want at the moment.

Lucifer is slow with his movements, his hands caressing your body, his lips kissing your skin softly. You like being caged in his arms, feeling protected by him as he looks down at you.

“I love you,” he whispers as he holds your gaze. “I’m here for you.”

You nod, too emotional to speak. You kiss him instead, hoping it can convey your feelings, wash out the voices that poison your thoughts, hoping the flame that fuels your depression will go out, even if it’s just for this moment.

Lucifer cups your cheek, “I’ve got you, darling.”

Another kiss is placed on your lips. Lucifer holds you close, swearing he’ll do whatever he can to help.

Mammon

Normally Mammon would be enthused to have you in his bed. However, lately, he’s noticed you stay in bed for days, normally only moving an inch or so.

He doesn’t pressure you to get out of bed, but he does have his brothers check in on you when he has a photoshoot to do.

Solomon has even stopped by and offered to take you back home, but the thought of leaving Mammon soured your thoughts even more.

The days were rough. You slept all day and stayed up all night, and the days just blended into each other. Sure, sometimes you had enough energy to shower and eat, maybe even attend classes but it wouldn’t be long before you were back in bed, silent.

It was hard to put on a smile, to pretend you were fine and thriving. 

You could just hide in Mammon’s bed until he came home.

“Hey, Treasure,” Mammon greets you. He runs a hand through your hair, leaning down to kiss your temple. “Did you have dinner?”

“Not yet,” you answer as he helps you out of bed and onto the couch. He brings in some snacks and some of your favorite Devildom foods. He puts one of your comfort movies on before he pulls you onto his lap.

Today was a rough day. He can tell you showered and changed out of his other shirt into a freshly laundered one. Levi had given him your status report before Mammon joined you in his room.

You were able to function most days, though it seemed like you were just going through the motions. Sometimes you’d be in RAD and your thoughts would wander, and soon you’d be sniffling and wiping your tears before heading back to Mammon’s room.

“I appreciate you being here for me,” you tell Mammon as the credits roll. Mammon smiles before he kisses your cheek.

“I would do anything for you, Treasure.”

Mammon kisses you softly. He lets you take the lead when you deepen the kiss. His hands don’t wander too far unless you take them there. He knows you’re not fragile, he knows you’re capable of functioning even when you’re in deep like you have been recently.

Your lips leave kisses on his neck, then his bare chest when you unbutton his shirt. Mammon moans your name softly, his hand gripping the back of your neck before he kisses you again.

Levi

Levi watched you from his desk as you looked at your reflection in the mirror. You had cried silently when you realized it was time to go to RAD.

You had washed your face after, fixed your hair, and changed your clothes. Now you were practicing your smile in the mirror, hoping it would make you seem more ‘normal’.

“We can skip today,” Levi tells you as you sigh heavily. You shake your head, you have skipped too many days already. One more and Lucifer would be asking what was going on.

For Levi, it was normal to not leave his bedroom for days at a time. They’d see him sneaking snacks or water from the kitchen here and there but at least they’d know he was taking care of himself.

You had masked well to appear okay in front of everyone but Levi could tell you were in a slump of some sort. He’d noticed the way you had slept more and more, forcing yourself out of bed when it was time to go to RAD.

“Come here,” Levi pats his lap, and you go over to him. He wraps his arms around you, holding you tight. “We don’t have to go today. I’ll talk to Lucifer.”

“But-”

“Nope,” Levi shakes his head. “You need a day to yourself. We need to get you someone to talk to. A professional who can help, or perhaps a doctor.”

You sigh, you know he was right but the thought of speaking to someone made you nervous. Would they understand?

“Let me take care of you today,” Levi continues. “I’ve got you.”

You nod, allowing Levi to lead you to his bathtub. You cuddle into it while he calls Lucifer and explains the situation. Lucifer will make all the arrangements for you while Levi stays at your side.

Satan

Your pile of books sat unread in Satan’s bedroom. Books you’d been excited about laid shut in your ‘to read’ pile. Meanwhile, Satan had made his way through his pile and was working on a second stack.

He noticed it a while ago. Sometimes he’d get the urge to ask if you were okay, but he didn’t know what to do if you weren’t. Satan knew what it was like to feel the way you do, and he leaned heavily on his brothers to help him through his rougher days.

You didn’t want to “burden” everyone, is what you had said when he finally asked. Despite his assurances that you weren’t a burden to him or his brothers, it didn’t matter. You insisted it was just a slump, a little bump on the road, but it didn’t seem to go away.

 Satan stayed by your side but his heart sank every time you lost interest in one of your hobbies. 

“Would it be okay if we talked to someone together?” Satan asks one day as you lay on his bed. You’ve been staring at the ceiling for a while, the voices in your head shouting at you.

“Hmm?”

“I’m worried about you,” Satan admits as he sits beside you and helps you sit up. He clasps your hands in his, looking you in the eye. “I think it would help.”

“You think it would help?” you ask, biting your lips worriedly.

“I think so. I’ll be right beside you the whole time. I promise.” 

You smile softly. You had been wanting to take the first step to get help, but you didn’t know how to go about it, afraid to go on your own in fear of being judged. You missed your hobbies, you missed reading and writing, you missed feeling okay. 

Satan holds you close. He kisses your nose, your cheeks, and finally your lips. 

“I love you,” he says as he touches your hands, kissing each before he kisses you again.

Asmo

Asmo could only stare in awe as he walked into your bedroom. He had come over to ask permission to give a tour of your room for his livestream later but now he realizes he should clean up first.

“Don’t. I’ll get to it,” you say from your bed. Your heart sinks as you take in the mess of your room. You had been bunking with Asmo the past few days because your bed had been lost in piles of clothes; some clean, some dirty.

A few snack wrappers littered the floor, and your trashcan overflowed with discarded notebook paper. 

Asmo drops the shirt he had picked up. He nodded as he approached you, taking your hand before he led you out of your bedroom to his.

You sat on his desk chair while he went to the bathroom. You could hear the water running, filling the bathtub. Sweet fruity aromas filled his bedroom, and Asmo reappeared with a gentle smile.

“Come take a bath,” He says as you walk over to him. You step into his bathroom. Candles light your path to his large tub. Bubbles nearly overflow as you step inside after getting undressed. The hot water soothes your tight muscles as you sink until your shoulders are submerged.

Music plays softly as you close your eyes and Asmo leaves you to your own devices. He goes to your bedroom, cleaning up as quickly as possible. He washes your sheets, cleans your clothes, and puts them away for you.

Solomon pops in to clean your mattress and freshen the curtains. He’s heard from Asmo how you’d been struggling lately, and the two worried about you. 

The two of them planned to talk to you tomorrow morning over breakfast. At first, Asmo had thought you were in a slump, or perhaps the season had given you the blues but as the months continued, he noticed more and more changes.

Today he just wanted to freshen your space. He loved having you in his bedroom, but he knew now it was because your own space was cluttered and messy. He wanted you to have your space if you needed it; if you wanted to be alone.

“Asmo?” you ask as you step into your bedroom, wrapped in one of Asmo’s warm pink bathrobes. 

“Hey hon,” Asmo greets you as you take in your clean bedroom. You nearly cry as you see your bed for the first time in a while. You hug Asmo tightly, thanking him for the kind gesture.

“I would do anything for you, doll. You know that,” Asmo whispers as he cups your face gently. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you state as you press your lips to his. Asmo holds you close, his hands on your hips as he presses you to his chest.

You guide his hands to the bathrobe, untying it to let the soft fabric pool at your feet.

Beel

Beel had been glad when you had joined him for breakfast. You had gotten ready for the day, and he hoped you’d accompany him to lunch at the new cafe that had opened near RAD. The line had been around the block for days, and Beel finally managed to get a reservation made for the both of you.

Beel’s excitement had been contagious at first but as the hours passed, you suddenly didn’t want to join him for lunch anymore. You didn’t want to leave HoL, much less be around a large group of people.

Belphie had volunteered to join Beel, and after some assurance, Beel left with his brother.

Guilt overwhelmed you as you lay in your bed. You tossed and turned but couldn’t sleep. Your thoughts were loud, and you worried you had disappointed Beel.

You knew he wouldn’t hold it against you but the thought of leaving your bed made your stomach knot.

By the time Beel came back home, you were wiping your tears. You were frustrated with yourself. You hated feeling like this, feeling trapped in your mind, and being completely consumed by thoughts that haunted you every waking moment.

Beel handed you a box of a meal he thought you would enjoy. You thanked him for thinking of you and shared it with him.

After lunch, he lay in bed beside you. His large hand rested on your hip, his fingers drew circles on your skin.

“You know I’m here for you, right?” He asks gently. “For whatever you need?”

“I do,” you nod. “It’s just a rough day.”

Beel hums, his hand lacing with yours. His touch soothes you and gives you something else to focus on for a moment. 

Soon Beel will fall asleep for an afternoon nap, and you’ll be alone with your thoughts.

Tomorrow was a new day to try again.

Belphie

At first, Belphie was amazed that you could sleep longer than he could. The both of you would often skip meals to sleep, but when it continued for months, he began to worry.

You were usually more energetic, you rattled on about your interests, and you socialized with his brothers often. Now, it would be a miracle if he could get you to shower or have a meal. Sometimes he had to help you wash your hair, or bring you back from a dissociation.

Belphie wanted to help you. He wanted to ease your mind, but nothing he tried seemed to work. So, he stayed at your side for the most part. He knew there were days you could function more than others. You could go to RAD, do Diavolo’s events, and then go home and cook a meal, but then you’d be incredibly drained. Physically and emotionally.

“I just don’t know how to help,” Belphie finally confides in Lucifer. 

Lucifer nods, he promises to talk to Solomon and Diavolo.

For now, Belphie watches you lie in bed with his favorite pillow tucked under your head. You’re not asleep, but you seem to find the wall particularly interesting.

Gently, he reaches out to rub your side. You don’t move away from his touch, but you don’t speak either.

Belphie hums a lullaby, one you used to beg him to sing before bed. He wonders what goes on in your head when you dissociate, what it is that has its claws dug into your brain. He wishes there was something he could do to help you, but sometimes you need something other than love, though it helps a bit to have the support.

It’s not easy dealing with depression. It’s a battle more often than not. It affects you differently every day and Belphie wants to be at your side through it all, to give you his shoulder to lean on.

You lace your fingers with him as he cuddles into your back. He kisses your shoulder before he continues to hum the lullaby. 

Belphie will always be your support.

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heyy, how are you? I dont req often so i hope im doing this right..

i saw this tiktok about how people are sensitive around their fingertips?!?! Its something about the erogenous zone and it being somewhat stimulating?? ykyk.. So i was thinking using this idea on the brothers. I know this req is kinda vague so if its too difficult you dont have to do it :)

ill also link the tiktok if itll make it easier, its kinda weird ...

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSFbx5gN2/

i hope you enjoy it! i tried my best <3

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You did all of this for me? With mammon pretty please. Nsfw if you don’t mind

All For Me

pairing: mammon x f. reader

warnings: lingerie, sort of striptease?, oral sex

17. You did all of this for me?

"You did all this for me?" You ask in awe as you take in the candlelight room in your cabin deep in the forest of the devildom. It was the furthest Mammon could get you away from his meddling brothers.

"I had to eat some of Solomon's cooking to convince everyone you were going away for the weekend for some training," Mammon explains as he blushes when you turn to face him.

"Really?" You gasp, you couldn't imagine having to eat one of Solomon's creations willingly.

"I love ya, and stuff," Mammon shrugs. "I'd eat it every day if it meant I could keep you to myself, Treasure."

You smile as you take his hands in yours, squeezing them before you kiss him. You lead him to the bed covered in the petals of a snowflower, soft and cool to the touch.

Mammon continues to kiss you, moaning when you nip his bottom lip and wrap your legs around him to pull him close.

"You haven't even seen the lingerie I picked out for you," he pouts cutely before he reaches for the box wrapped with a neat bow. You giggle as you take the box from him, running to the bathroom to quickly change.

Mammon undresses and sits on the bed as the bathroom door opens and you appear in a tiny robe. You turn your back to him, giggling before you allow the robe to slip past your shoulders, bunching at your hips before it falls into a puddle of silk on the floor.

Mammon groans at the sight of your ass, his hand on his dick, palming his erection. He knew you'd look hot in the lingerie but seeing you in it nearly made his heart (and cock) explode.

You turn to face him, a shy smile on your lips as you walk toward him, pausing to unclip the tiny bra. The straps fall from your shoulders, and you hold the bra to your chest as Mammon nearly drools over himself. He strokes his cock languidly, eyes glue to your chest.

"Come on, Treasure. Don't tease me," he pleads as he eyes you hungrily. You laugh, releasing your hold on the bra. It falls uselessly to the floor and Mammon tugs you on top of him. His lips are on yours immediately, his greedy hands gripping your hips to guide you on him.

"Tease," he snarks as he kisses your shoulder, biting just hard enough to make your body thrum.

"Mammon!" his name escapes your lips so sweetly. He curses, knowing he's doomed to give in to your every demand. He is a fool for you, pliant to your every whim. He lives and breathes for you... and it should terrify him.

It doesn't.

Your hand replaces his on his cock. You slide past the waistband of his boxers, gripping him before spitting on the head. He curses your name, falling into the pillows as you get on your knees for him.

Mammon grabs your hair to keep it out of the way as you lick his length from base to tip. You tease him with your tongue, spitting on his balls just to lick it back up. He melts beneath you as you kiss the head before taking him further into your mouth.

Mammon is done with your teasing, he raises his hips and chuckles when you choke on his dick. He eases up after, smirking when you glare at him and smack his leg playfully. He knows how you like to take his cock, how you like to slobber on him until he's so drenched only a shower can help him feel clean again. He knows you love when he makes you choke and gag on his dick, only making you want to take more of him as you look him in the eyes.

When he smacks his cock on your cheeks and lips, it fuels a fire deep inside you. You want him. All of him.

You'd devour him easily if he asked.

Mammon tugs on your hair as you take him further, gagging as your eyes water and he sits heavily on your tongue before you slurp. Fuck, an hour into your private vacation and he was already about to bust. Eating Solomon's cooking was definitely worth it, especially later when he'd have you sit on his face.

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Obey Me: Perfect Hands [Older Demon Brothers]

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🕷 pairing: older demon brothers x gn!mc

🕷 genre: established relationship, 18+

🕷 summary: something about your demon's hands drives you wild.

🕷 wc: 1.6k

🕷 warnings: degradation, choking, spitting/spit, mention of fingering, implied smut, mention of bruises, finger sucking, making out, masturbation, handjob, blowjob, cum shot, cum eating, I think that's it?

🕷 date: July 27, 2024

Lucifer

Days off were few and far between for the eldest demon in HoL. You did your best to stay out of his way when things got turned upside down by his brothers but even you could give him a throbbing headache.

Today, you were sitting on his bed while he worked at his desk. The two of you had a quick lunch in town and now you were bored out of your mind while you waited for him to finish his work, or at least take a break. 

“Luci,” you say as you roll onto your back and hang your head off the side of the bed. 

“That’ll make the blood rush to your head, darling. Remember last time?” Lucifer doesn’t even look in your direction as he scolds you. 

You huff as you roll back onto your stomach before getting out of bed to go sit on the edge of his desk. 

Lucifer doesn’t bat an eye as he continues to write up ideas for the next few RAD events. While he focuses on the notebook in front of him, you swing your legs back and forth. 

Lucifer ignores your humming, pausing his writing to roll up his shirt sleeves. He’s had most of the day to brainstorm ideas and note the details for Barbatos to pitch to Diavolo. Then Diavolo will tweak the ideas as he sees fit and the cycle repeats.

Boredom hits you minutes after your D.D.D. is still on the bed, and you’re tired of waiting for Lucifer to give you some attention.

“Are you almost done, Luce?” you ask as you watch him near the bottom of the page. His fingernails are freshly painted, perhaps by Asmo, insisting they must look presentable at all times.

His hands have been manicured, and his fingers grip his quill easily as it glides across the paper. His veins are visible when he pauses to flex his hand, tired of writing. 

“Just about,” he answers, but you don’t hear him as you focus on his hands once more. They’re strong and beautiful. You remember this morning when one was wrapped around your throat while the other fucked you open.

Lucifer stares at you

“Darling?”

You blink as you focus on his face instead of his vascular hands.

“Hm?”

“Thinking about this morning?” Lucifer asks with a smirk as he clenches his hands and you whine.

“You make it so easy,” Lucifer whispers as he pulls you into his lap. His eyes linger on your lips, remembering what they looked like wrapped around his hard cock.

“So, so easy, darling.”

“Luce, please,” you whimper as he caresses your face with his hand. He had to know what his hands did to you, what he did to you.

“It would be so easy to wrap my hand around your throat, squeeze the sides until you’re begging me for more,” he chuckles darkly as he does so.

“Luce.”

“Nothing but a slut for my hands, my touch,” he hums as he squeezes the sides of your throat. “Open up.”

You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out as he leans over you and spits on your tongue. You swallow greedily, thanking him.

“Oh, if Diavolo could see you now. The human sent to unite us, nothing but a whore for my demon cock.”

>> inspo <<

Mammon

“One fifty,” Mammon sets the last Grimm on his desk as he finishes counting. He’s a bit low on Grimm but he has a job later this afternoon and that should help get him through the week.

“One, two,” Mammon begins to recount his Grimm as you walk into his bedroom. You sit on the couch beside him, watching as he counts through one stack of Grimm and moves onto the next. 

Today he wore some of his favorite rings. Their sparkle rivaled the one in his eyes when he looked at you.

“Hello, Treasure,” he pauses his counting to pull you closer. “Missed you.”

“You’ve done nothing but work lately,” you pout as you wrap your arms around his neck. Mammon sighs as he inhales your sweet scent.

“I know, Treasure. Lucifer has Goldie and I want to get you something nice,” Mammon shrugs as he tugs you onto his lap. His hands grip your thigh, tracing patterns onto your skin. 

“I’d rather have you around,” you whisper as he moves his hand higher. Flashes of last night invade your mind.

His hands had gripped your thighs tightly, marking them with bruises that you loved to see on your body. He had pulled you close, your legs wrapped around his hips as his hands gripped yours above your head.

Heat courses through you as his hand moves down to your knee. “Treasure?”

“Give me twenty minutes,” you whisper as you take his hands in yours. His rings dig into your fingers but you only wonder how pretty the stones will look against your skin when he grips it as he fucks into you, his name on your lips, and your nails dragging down his back.

“Only twenty?” Mammon smirks as he lays you back on the couch, already between your thighs. 

You smile, mesmerized by his hands as they flex. Mammon may act like a fool but not when it comes to the tiny details that make you go mad. His hands were just one of the many things of his that turned you on. Something about them just drove you wild and had your mouth watering. Whether it was when he wore new rings, was writing a check, swiping Goldie, or just playing pool in his room. 

Mammon’s hands never failed to turn you on.

>>inspo<<

Levi

Someday Levi would get used to you being so close, but today was not that day. His heart raced in his chest as he sat behind you. His legs were on either side of you as he leaned against the tub. You held his handheld console in your hands, pouting as you died on the screen.

“Levi,” you whine his name, and his cock throbs. You always made the prettiest sounds.

“Y-you’re doing well,” he stutters as you throw your head against his chest. A frown is on your lips as you take his hand to give him the console. 

“Do it for me,” you beg. Levi resists the urge to whimper. Your tone is so sweet, he’s not sure how much longer he can control himself. 

Levi nods, remaining silent as you get comfortable once again. You feel the handheld settle on your chest as he rolls up the sleeves of his jacket. You nearly drool at the sight of his arms.

“You just have to platform better,” he explains as he restarts the level and easily clears half of it, soon getting further than you had.

“Mhm,” you hum as you watch his fingers move quickly as they press the buttons, moving the sticks left and right.

Heat pools deep in your abdomen as you focus on his hands and how he completes the level with ease. Levi is truly talented with his hands. You could watch him play games every day if it meant you’d get rewarded with his pretty hands, either in your mouth or wrapped around you somehow.

When Levi tries to hand you the console, you gently set it on the floor, away from the two of you. 

“You don’t want to play?” Levi asks confused.

“No, not with that,” you smile bashfully as you turn to straddle him. Levi stares at you confused until you take his hands and guide them to your waist.

“I want you to play with me,” you tell him as you guide his hands higher. Levi nods, melting when your lips meet his.

You take the lead, helping him out of his jacket and shirt before you kiss your way down his body, then back up to his neck.

Your name escapes him in pretty cries that make your head spin. 

Slowly you sit on his lap, feeling how aroused he is. 

With a grin, you take one of his hands. Levi watches you with lustful eyes as you take his index and middle fingers into your mouth. You lick both of them, sucking them and wetting them further with your tongue.

Levi moans as your teeth scrape his fingertips. 

“Touch yourself for me, please?”

Shyly, Levi lowers his pants and boxers. His free hand wraps around his cock, stroking slowly as you watch him hungrily. You spit on his cock, smirking when he whimpers and strokes himself faster. His cheeks burn from both excitement and humiliation (that he loves). 

His veins are more prominent as he jerks off for you. He has the prettiest hands, but when his veins pop like that, it drives you insane. 

Perhaps next time you’d trace each vein with your tongue, see how pretty he sings for you.

While he fucks his fist, you take his fingers back into your mouth, drooling over them and himself. Levi’s mind spins, moaning uncontrollably when you slurp on his fingers before releasing them.

With a curious gaze, Levi watches as you settle onto your knees, your hand replacing his before your lips wrap around his hard cock.

A guttural moan of your name leaves him. If he weren’t so turned on, he’d be embarrassed.

It doesn’t take much longer before Levi is warning you about his orgasm. You continue to bob up and down his length, taking him as far as possible before you pop off him.

Levi cries out as you stroke him, cum hitting your chin before another spurt hits your chest. Levi takes over, stroking himself as cum drips down his fingers, coating them deliciously.

“Fuck, love,” Levi gasps as you take his fingers into your mouth once again, licking them clean.

>>inspo<<

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#117 “i’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand.”

Not Scared

pairing: Beel x reader

warnings: haunted houses, punching, mention of a black eye

117. “i’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand.”

Beel knew you weren’t a fan of haunted houses. In fact, you had been kicked out of a few in the Human World because your instincts told you to punch first, ask questions later.

It was a hurtful hard fact to learn about you. Mammon had been the one tasked to wake you one day, and left your room with a black eye and an incredulous story.

Lucifer had gone to investigate, though his reflexes were much better than his younger brother. Now, Beel was in charge of walking you through the haunted house after Barbatos and Simeon had insisted needing fresh eyes to make any adjustments before the fundraiser for RAD, another Diavolo idea™️.

Beel towers over you as you stand behind him. Barbatos and Simeon watch from the camera room, all angles of your face captured as you enter the building. At first it’s nothing but spiderwebs and haunting music, no Banshees this time around but there’s still a hint of doom ringing in the air.

A jack in the box goes off and you punch the demonic animatronic in the face as smoke comes out of the mechanism.

“Beel!” Simeon huffs in warning. He had been instructed not to have any destruction during the test run. Barbatos would have to fix the damn thing before the opening later tonight.

“I’m not scared, but if you are, you can hold my hand,” Beel holds out his large hand toward you. You take it appreciatively as you squeeze it.

“It’s pretty scary in here,” you admit as you round a corner and scream when something grabs your foot.

Beel scoops you into his arms, holding you close to his chest.

“Close your eyes, Cupcake. I’m getting us out of here,” he states as he runs toward the exit, ignoring everything and anything that stands in his way.

You hide your eyes in his chest, smelling in his comforting scent while you cover your ears.

This was a bad idea from the start, but being in Beel’s arms is made up for it.

Simeon apologizes as he meets you at the exit but you ignore him as you ask Beel to take you to his bedroom. You want to be as far away as possible from the haunted house. You saw very little of it, and you’d like to forget all about it while cuddled into Beel’s embrace.

Nobody protests as you head home.

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Flower Petals

thank you for sending in this request :)

pairing: levi x f. reader

genre: f2l, angst, fluff, 18+

summary: You were unaware that unrequited love could lead to your death.

wc: 887

warnings: near death!reader, some Sol x reader if you squint

date: August 23, 2024

You’re not entirely sure when it started, the days blur into one another as time goes by until the sight of Leviathan is too much to bear.

The first time you cough up flower petals, you’re surprised. You cover your mouth as Levi comes into view, his brow raised in question. You make a hasty run for the doors, running to find Solomon.

The paper gown Solomon makes you wear while he turns his bedroom into a doctor’s office, itches. 

“What’s wrong with me, Sol?” you ask as you watch for flower petals. You’re almost too afraid to speak. You managed to salvage one unlucky pink petal that had clung to your shirt in your haste to run away from Levi.

Solomon, runs a few tests, resting his chin on his fist. He shines a light in your eyes, checks your heart rate, and blood pressure, and takes notes.

After a few minutes, he makes a screen appear, and a projector. 

Lucifer’s face appears on the screen, then Mammon’s, Satan’s Asmo’s, Beel and Belphie. When no reaction comes, Solomon shows Levi.

“That’s,” you don’t get to finish as you cough up a handful of pretty pink petals. Solomon hums as he shows you a short clip of Leviathan at karaoke. Your face heats as you cough, your throat aching as flower petals escape your mouth.

Solomon turns off the screen, making it disappear soon after along with the projector. 

“Just as I thought,” Solomon states. “You’ve got Hanahaki disease.”

“I’ve got what?” You ask, scared that you’ll have to endure another coughing fit.

“Hanahaki disease,” Solomon repeats as he hands you a pamphlet. You read through it while Solomon turns his examination room back to his bedroom, getting you dressed in your RAD uniform in the process.

“What am I supposed to do?” you ask hopelessly. 

“There’s a surgery,” Solomon bites his bottom lip. “But the disease is recurring, so even if the surgery helps, it won’t stop it from returning.”

“So there’s no hope?!”

“I’m afraid not,” Solomon frowns. “You can confess.”

“I can’t do that. Levi’s my best friend. He would never see me as more,” you frown as you wipe a few tears away. “Thanks for your help, Sol. I appreciate it.”

You take the pamphlet with you as you head to HoL. 

~

Months later you’ve been avoiding Leviathan whenever possible. You’ve been hanging out with Belphie and Beel more and more.

Your disease has developed further. You’ve gotten sicker, and sicker. You have a few coughing spells, but now whole flowers leave your mouth more often than not.

You’ve spent days isolated in your bedroom, only allowing Solomon to see you.

“You should tell him before it’s too late,” Solomon sighs as he moves your hair off your brow to place a cool washcloth on it.

“I can’t, Sol. You said you understood,” you cough again, your lungs hurting as you expel what you can but roots have started embedding themselves in your organs.

“We’re running out of time,” Solomon huffs as he rises to pace in your bedroom.

“There’s still surgery,” you suggest but Solomon scowls. 

“That hasn’t been an option since the roots took place. You need to tell him or you’ll die. I can’t lose you!” Solomon is furious as he storms out of your bedroom, not shutting the door after him.

Levi watches Solomon storm off, taking the opportunity to enter your bedroom.

“Hey.” Levi greets you softly as you resist the urge to cough. “Lucifer said you were sick again?”

“Levi,” you croak as he sits on the edge of your bed.

“I’m here,” he assures you as he takes your hand in his. He links your fingers together, wishing you well. “I wish you had told me sooner.”

“Couldn’t,” you cough, flower petals landing on your bedsheets. Levi’s eyes widen as he calls for Solomon.

Solomon comes racing, helping you sit up as you have another fit.

Levi watches from the sidelines, holding your hand tighter. “I can’t lose you.”

Levi rubs your back, whispering your name as his heart races. He hums to try and ease the ache.

Your coughing slows until it ceases. 

“Keep talking to her,” Solomon commands as he holds you up, trying to allow Levi to hold you up instead.

“You can’t die on me,” Levi whispers. “You’re my best friend. You’re the best thing to happen to me.”

“Levi,” his name is just above a whisper.

Levi continues, “I love you. Please, stay with me.”

Solomon touches your back, feeling as your heart regains its normal heart rate. He urges Levi to keep going, listening to your heart. Slowly, the roots dissipate, and your throat no longer aching. 

“You’re everything to me. I love you. You complete me,” Levi confesses. “I’m sorry it took me so long to see it.”

“Levi!” You cry, throwing your arms around him as Solomon lets you go, smiling through his tears as all signs of the disease fade.

Levi hugs you tightly, surprised by the affection as you kiss his cheek. “I love you. So much.”

Grinning, Levi kisses your cheek as he rubs your back.

Nervously, he cups your face, his lips meeting yours in a sweet kiss as Solomon teleports to his bedroom, happy that his friend won’t be meeting an awful end.

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Can I make a headcanon requests with the brothers reacting to a warrior woman Mc or an Amazon type that is raised among other warrior women?

If u wanna make it nsfw, I have zero problem with it~♡

i am not very good at headcanons but I tried my best! inspiration was from Xena: Warrior Princess which I loved when I was younger. some NSFW and as always, 18+ only. Thank you for the request :)

Lucifer

admires your strength and ability to intimidate his brothers

is a little intimidated by you at times but will never admit it

you are the 'IT' couple of the Devildom

admires your fearlessness

mopes when you beat him at arm wrestling but is also aroused?

admires your swordsmanship

becomes your sparring partner when Diavolo gets injured doing so

allows you to bench press him in private

Mammon

kind of scared of you?

admires your determination to get things done

admires your greed for power (though it is only for you to be stronger not rule the Devildom)

likes hates when you throw him on your shoulder like a rag doll

scared of you when you team up with Lucifer to dish out punishments

tried to steal your Dark Chakram once but has no memory of how you found out/got it back 💀

Levi

he's created a rather large following for you online

has never been able to look you in the eyes

thinks you're the hottest woman he's ever set eyes on

loves the size difference between you

he's impressed with your ability to play video games with ease

has made a bobble-head of you for his collection

he loves your hard exterior, but you allow him to see your softer side when it's just the two of you

Satan

your temper rival's his

throws you under the bus when your pranks go south

knows Lucifer is a bit afraid of you so he has no qualms in shifting the blame

brings you books on fighting techniques

lost his mind when you dressed up as a cat for Halloween

sparred with you a few times but his wrath threatened to come out when he lost... until you kissed him

debates learning how to ride horses so he can go on rides with you

Asmo

loves to dress you up

gets upset when you rip the sleeves of dresses

has tried to dye your chakram to match your outfit

is impressed by your strength

loves the size difference and the fact that you could break him in half

has had to ask Solomon to enchant shoes so they'll fit you

has gone horseback riding with you

he loves your warrior fit and has made a matching one for himself

Beel

is amazed at how much you can eat (close to what he can)

cooks new recipes for you

is impressed with how much spicy food you can eat

has bench pressed you

has let you bench-press him

you've tested your stamina in bed and ended up breaking it

has become more competitive due to your bets involving food

is impressed by the amount of demonus you can drink

Belphie

had to buy a bigger bed in the attic because of your height

loves to cuddle with you because he feels small

you run hot and it keeps him nice and toasty

nearly lost his load mind when he saw you in a cow bikini for a photoshoot Mammon tricked you into

fell asleep in your lap once and you carried him to bed

has stolen your sword and hidden it under his bed to get you to nap with him

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mammon “There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person.”

Devil Dish Soap

pairing: mammon x f. reader

warnings: shared shower, mention of punishment

65. “There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person.”

The mess that surrounded you nearly stopped your heart. Bubbles and water were everywhere!

Mammon was panicked as he tried to shut the door to the dishwasher to turn it off but the damage was done.

The two of you were covered in suds from head to toe. You had the misfortune of being the first one home and the first to discover Mammon's cause of death. Devil Dish Soap.

"What did you do?" You screeched when you walked into the kitchen. Your feet were soaked in seconds before the suds covered you completely as if they had a mind of their own.

Mammon pressed his back to the dishwasher, trying to shut the door but the bubbles kept coming. Mammon grunts, "I was trying to wash the dishes but we were out of dishwasher pods."

"So you used bubbles?" you asked as you took in the mess around you. Lucifer would hang you both upside down if you didn't get this sorted.

"No," Mammon scoffs as if the idea was too idiotic for him. "I used Devil Dish Soap. Perhaps too much."

“There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person!" You exclaim as you press your back to the dishwasher, allowing Mammon to turn it off.

"I only used a cup like it said on the bottle," Mammon tried to defend himself.

You read the bottle on the counter, and curse. "It says not to ever use more than a cup, Mammon! Why didn't you just hand wash them?!"

Mammon blushes, shrugging as he turns off the dishwasher and looks at the mess around him and you.

"I need to get my chores done so I can take you on our date," he explains with a bashful smile.

"Well, if we don't get this cleaned up, our date will have us upside down for who knows how long if Lucifer catches us!"

You step away from the dishwasher, using Mammon's powers as your own to clean the suds and water out of the kitchen in seconds. You open the dishwasher and clear it up.

The only thing covered in suds is you and Mammon.

"Come on," You tug Mammon's hand. "Let's get cleaned up before we go on our date."

Mammon smiles as he follows you to the bathroom, where you shower together, and only freeze when Lucifer's voice fills HoL asking who washed his "hand wash only" mug in the dishwasher.

"Well, looks like we'll have to make the most of our time here," Mammon shakes his head before kissing you. "It looks like I'm going to be hung upside down for the rest of the night."

You giggle, kissing his cheek as he holds you under the showerhead.

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Hi!! It’s okay if you don’t write for scenarios, I just wanted to ask if you could write a nsfw scene of the brothers with a shy s/o which started from them clinging to the brother bc they were being looked uncomfortably from an other demon? Thank you!!!

I am currently working on this 💕 thank you for sending it in 🥰

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#8 with asmodeus

Sorry, We're CLOSED!

pairing: asmo x reader

warnings: trapped in a storage room after closing

8. “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

Asmo tugs on the door once again, as if trying again will magically open the locked door of the storage room. The closing announcements had ended five minutes ago and your pounding on the door had gone unnoticed.

"Looks like we'll be trapped for a while," Asmo shrugs as he sits on a small black stool, not wanting to sit on the dirty floor.

"I can't believe YOU! This is the last time I go out with you!" You growl as you pace back and forth in the small storage room of Asmo's favorite shop.

"Hon, you worry too much! Think of the content!" Asmo giggles as he taps on his phone a few times before pouting.

"Guess who's stuck in a storage room," he pouts as his followers send in hearts and comments. You tune him out as you look for another exit as Asmo states the store's name and asks for someone to rescue him.

Asmo screams when he reads Lucifer's comment on his screen. You laugh and shout, "I had nothing to do with this! I told him the store was closing!"

Asmo whips his head in your direction, putting his phone down to glare at you.

"We're both going down for this, hon. Don't try to turn on me," he whispers and you know you're in for it once the live ends. Excitement bubbles inside you as you bite your lip and smile coquettishly.

Asmo pouts once again as he returns to his livestream to ask for help, and while he's telling the story of how you got locked in, the door opens and an employee sticks their head in.

"Hey! I was watching your livestream in the parking lot! I am so, so sorry! We did a last check, but I guess we missed the storage room!" The demon apologizes as Asmo ends the livestream and squeals while hugging the demon.

"No need for apologies! We shouldn't have been back here, hon. We'll just be on our way. Do you want a picture? You're my hero!" Asmo hugs the demon again while you leave the room, not willing to be locked in again.

Unfortunately, this won't be the last time Asmo gets you trapped in a storage room.

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Please can you write angst to smut about a depressed reader? I’ve been really depressed lately n feel something like that would hella cheer me up. <3

(Also I hope this doesn’t count as romanticisation of depression, I don’t mean it that way.)

Thank you.

hello! this request is coming out a little more angsty with implied smut for lucifer and mammon. i hope that's okay!

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hiii I'm new to ur blog is it ok if I can request the brothers reaction to finding out that reader is a lesbian and dating a succubus (or thirteen, either one works). like the whole time, reader just rejected their advances and what not.

I sat on this for a long time and I couldn’t come up with something that I was content with. I managed to do Lucifer and mammon though!

Lucifer

“Lucifer, I want you to meet someone!” You wave him over as you enter the HoL.

Lucifer raises a brow in question but approaches you. He eyes the person beside you and smiles.

“Dana,” he greets, smirking at you.

“You know each other?” You ask the Succubus beside you.

Dana nods, “Lucifer urged me to ask you out when he overheard me talking to a friend about my crush on you.”

“You knew I’m a lesbian?” You ask surprised. It wasn’t something you hid much, but if someone asked about your sexual orientation, you’d answer.

Lucifer nods, still smirking. “I’m very observant. Besides, after you turned me down, I started to notice your heart eyes for Dana. You’re not subtle.”

You giggle, shaking your head in disbelief.

Mammon

Mammon walked into your bedroom unannounced. He sat on the edge of your bed with his latest magazine cover in his hands.

“Wait til you see how hot I look! You’re gonna die!” Mammon exclaims as he lies on your bed. You come out of the closet with a dress on and another on a hanger.

You can’t decide what to wear.

“Mammon, which of these do you like best?” You ask him. If he was going to barge in on you, you’d make him useful.

“Why?”

“I’m going to dinner with Thirteen.”

“Where are we going?” Mammon asks as he looks at the dress on the hanger.

“Thirteen and I are going on a date,” you explain as you look at your reflection.

“You’re double dating?” Mammon asks confused.

“No, Thirteen is my date. She’s my girlfriend,” you explain and Mammon blushes.

“The one you have on is nice,” Mammon says. He thinks about all the times he’d call your hangouts dates and you’d correct him gently. How had he been so clueless? He figured you just didn’t see him like that, which he was fine with but he was happy you were with Thirteen. Even if his heart took a little hit.

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hill! So I just found ur acc and I absolutely love how you write ur smut stuff! I was wondering if you would be willing to write something (got very inspired by the fingertip thing) but like focused on their hands+veins on them, making it mc's turn on with any of the older brothers in mind. Just a thought that will not leave my mind 😗 anyways thank you for your service.

i hope you like it :)

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