thinkin’ about giving mammon head while he drives. he thought it would be nice to take you out for the day, to spend some quality time with you (and to get you away from his insufferable brothers). there’s not much of a destination in mind, the two of you just keep driving out on the open road. and fuck, does he look good with his slender hands on the steering wheel; spinning it with his palm, fingers tightening around the leather. you’re unable to resist, brushing your fingertips gently along his clothed thigh. you unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans, listening to his pleas to hurry up. he whimpers once your tongue massages the head of his cock, stimulating every single nerve, while you stroke his length simultaneously. you caution him to keep his eyes on the road to avoid an accident, but eventually, it’s too much for him to bare. he pulls over and begs you to take him in your throat. you happily oblige, holding his cock steady as you lower your head all the way down to the base, nose nudging his navel. it’s shameful how desperate he is for your touch, but the naughtiness of the situation heightens every single one of his senses—you’re unknowingly fulfilling one of his darkest desires.

thinkin’ about marking up beelzebub’s chest. his pecks are so big, firm n’ smooth; they’d look amazing if they were littered with purple n’ red bruises, hickies and love bites. if you find enjoyment out of playing with his tits, he experiences that tenfold. his pale skin and nipples are incredibly sensitive. if you accidentally brushed your palm up against his bare chest, he would tremble under your touch. in fact, you could probably make him cum just by toying with his perky nipples. but you’re nice to your sweet boy, and you save him the embarrassment of cumming untouched. instead, you stroke his cock while your tongue, teeth and lips paint his skin like a canvas. he’s sat on top of you, somehow not crushing you under his weight, eyes shut tightly as you run your fingertips over the quivering tip of his cock. the sensation of your mouth and hands on his body all at once is too stimulating for him. he reached his peak mortifyingly quickly, shooting ropes all over your clothes, causing him to hide his flustered face in his hands. not that you mind—the more sensitive, the better.

i'm thirsty for mammon... so, how about mc cockwarming him and not letting him move until he's done with his schoolwork, please?

ଘ. note ⸝⸝ thanks for requesting, nonnie! i loved this prompt <3

thinkin’ about cock-warming mammon while he studies, in an effort to motivate him to complete his homework. you promise that you’ll fuck him just the way he likes it if he ends up getting all of the questions done, and who is he to object? he finds it hard—no pun intended—to concentrate on his devildom law work, your cunt is squeezing around him so fucking good. every curve and crevice of your insides hug his cock perfectly, like a perfect mould. he’s broken out into a sweat, a thin layer sheens over his forehead, and his cheeks are unbelievably pink. you encourage him with kind praises, petting his soft white hair gently as you wipe the beads of perspiration from his face with a tissue. you know it’s cruel, but you can’t help but clench around him, pressing your lips together when he whimpers. with your assistance, he finishes his homework in an hour flat. by then, he’s much to impatient to move out of the study and over to his room. he simply starts fucking himself into you, whining in sweet relief at the withheld feeling of friction.

happy 100 followers! i’ve been posting on here for a little over a week and the love i’ve received has been so overwhelmingly positive. thank you all so much <3

thinkin about needy clingy asmo that doesn’t let you get any work done in the library. he wants you to think about only him. even if that means getting under the table making you come over and over again.. ahaha

ଘ. note ⸝⸝ thanks for requesting, nonnie! asmo being clingy is a personal fave of mine, it was a pleasure to write this <3

when you inform asmodeus that you’ll be spending the afternoon in the library, he gazes over at you with a disheartened look in his piercing eyes. despite hating the library, he tags along with you. he feels so neglected when you focus on studying! all of your attention should be on him, not the boring devildom literature homework your ancient professor assigned you. he makes it his life’s purpose to distract you from your work, even if it means risking being caught. he crawls between your legs and pushes your skirt up to your waist, pushing your panties to the side and wasting no time in pleasuring you. his mouth is on you in an instant, wet n’ hot, unrelenting. his tongue ravishes your soaking hole, while his nose nudges against your clit. he’s staring up at you through hooded eyes, knowing exactly what sort of game he’s starting. sparks of red hot pleasure tingle every nerve in your body; thighs trembling beneath his incredibly soft palms, heart thumping against your ribcage. you bite down on your pen to mute your whimpers as you cum, sweat dripping down your forehead. but he decides that it’s not enough, he has to have you screaming by the time he’s finished with you.

Could I please request a lil’ OM!Lucifer smut? Any variety, whatever you like 💖

ଘ. note ⸝⸝ thanks for requesting, nonnie! i hope this is okay <3

thinkin’ about tutor!lucifer who takes it upon himself to teach you the basics of devildom history, since you clearly can’t learn it by yourself. you flunked your last test, and he was livid to say the least—but there’s a crumb of sympathy that he has for you, since you’d only arrived in the devildom a few months ago. he keeps his cock buried inside you, since that’s all you seem to be good for. his voice is firm and clear, and there’s barely a flush on his cheeks as he explains a particularly difficult concept. you struggle to pay attention because his fat cock is stretching you out so fucking good, brushing up against all the right spots. you’re trying not to squirm in his lap, not wanting to hear him scold you for being such a desperate little bitch, but you’re bordering on hysteria. it clicks in your fuzzy brain why his brothers call him a sadist; he’s so cruel, only giving you half a taste of what you truly desire. and he doesn’t relent until you remember the answer to each and every question on the practice test.

thinkin’ about college boyfriend!yūji having a wet dream the first night he stays over at your dorm. he’s nestled in your embrace, a leg swung over your hip while his head rested on your chest. the dream materialised out of seemingly nowhere—but holy shit, did it feel vivid. you’re giving him head, palms massaging his thighs as you circle your tongue around the tip of his cock. his skin is flushed and sweaty, and he’s holding his shirt between his teeth, as per your request. his abs flex with every lick and suck, legs trembling under his weight. you whisper praises between the kisses you leave along his length, using the pet names that he especially liked. meanwhile, on your end, you’re awoken at three in the morning by your sweet boyfriend humping your thigh like a bitch in heat. gentle whimpers and whines fall from his lips, and you feel too guilty to wake him up. you stroke his rosy pink hair, scratching his scalp the way he always begged you to during your alone time together. once you felt a sticky spot growing on his boxers, you figured that he came. you’ll never let him hear the end of it once he awakens from his slumber.

Write a full thing on loner!eren for the love of god I’m begging you

you’re too cute, nonnie! i have three or four other fics currently in progress, but i’ll make sure to get around to a loner!eren fic at a later stage <3

thinkin’ about ceo!kento coming home from a hard day’s work, stressed above anything else. he’s had a ridiculous amount of paperwork to sift through, and the addition of his assistant bothering him with unnecessary questions added onto his sour mood. thankfully, he’s married someone as amazing as you—empathetic, sweet, selfless, beautiful; and you don’t hesitate for a second to help your husband relax. your mouth is practically on his cock the moment he sits down on the couch, arms laying on the backrest. his head tilts back when you suction your lips around the head of his cock, adam’s apple evidently bobbing in his throat. when his thighs tremble under your palms, you gather that he’s about to cum. and when he does, he thinks to himself how lucky he is to have you; his perfect little doll, voluntarily waiting on him, hand and foot.

thinkin’ about sucking off leviathan from under his desk, while he plays video games with his online buddies. he has a tendency to unintentionally ignore you on occasion, particularly when he’s wholeheartedly focused on winning the match for his team. it bugs you, but you can’t find it in your heart to stay mad at him for long. after all, the concentrated expression on his face is always so cute. you nestle yourself between his legs, trailing your fingertips up his thighs until you reach the waistband of his joggers. he gazes down at you in utter shock, muting his microphone to ask you what your doing. tugging his pants down, his cock springs out and he visibly shudders. you wrap your fist around his dick, discovering that he’s already hard. you don’t hesitate any longer, licking your lips before taking him in your mouth. you pay special attention to his sensitive tip, the lewd sucking and slurping sounds flustering your partner. he yanks off his headset in a panic, afraid that his friends may hear him if you kept up your ministrations. it was a smart choice in the end, since he was thrashing and whining by the time he reached his peak. he came in your mouth, and intently watched you swallow his load. he nearly choked when you sent him a sly wink and told him to get back to playing his game. well, who was he to disobey your orders?

feel free to send me some thirsts, luvs <3

thinkin’ about artist!jean asking if he can draw you to practice the female anatomy. timid as a mouse, he’s always been too shy to sketch a naked woman in person, he’s only ever used references from pictures. he seems to change his tune on using live models when he pays closer attention to you, wandering around campus like a goddess. you’re too divine not to be drawn and painted and hung as the centrepiece in an art gallery. you’ll never forget the hue of red on his cheeks when you accept his offer, rivalling the colour of a rose. and days later, you lay on your side, resting comfortably against the french sofa. a single piece of wispy fabric strewn across the room, leaving you in your full glory. you’re a renaissance masterpiece, he thinks to himself, unworthy of anything less than perfection. despite his mind frantically instructing to keep himself in check, he cannot prevent the hardening of his cock in his pants. unbeknownst to you, he’s a sweaty, nervous wreck. his leg bounces uncontrollably as his eyes skim over your body, before quickly averting back to the canvas. his fingers falter and fumble, and he’s much too distracted to continue—but he does. he didn’t want you to believe he was a creep (but then again, not many guys on campus walk up to a random girl and ask to draw her in the nude). once he finishes the rough draft, he informs you that you’re allowed to leave. only, you don’t exactly feel like leaving him all alone just yet. oh no, you’re more than happy to help out a struggling artist in more ways than necessary.

thinkin’ about loner!eren who rarely receives attention from his peers, let alone the women around campus. people tend to avoid him and his harsh stare, one that could pierce through the toughest delinquent and have ‘em running for the hills. truthfully, he wasn’t all that scary; not as much as his classmates made him out to be. he’s an intriguing character, and he’s piqued your interest over the few months you’ve had class together. it wasn’t an easy feat, getting close to a recluse like him, but he found out after getting to know you that you were a trustworthy girl. you wouldn’t throw him to the pack for validation from your peers, no, you were much too kind. such a beauty too. he’s practically obsessed with you by the time the end of the semester rolls around. he fucks his fist to the thought of you night after night, vividly imagining the curves of your body before his eyes as you bounce desperately on his cock. when impatience strikes, he pulls up your instagram profile and beats off to any picture of you—bonus points if your cleavage is in the shot. his long hair is unkempt, chocolate strands sticking to his sweaty forehead when he cums. he clamps a hand over his mouth and pictures that he’s shooting ropes across your pretty face. and when the storm yields, he’s so ecstatic that he has a friend as sweet as you.

thinkin’ about how desperate mammon becomes when you’re back in the human realm. sweet boy has grown so accustomed to having you around the house of lamentation, around him. it hits him like a tonne of bricks when he registers that you’re going to be absent for an unnecessarily long amount of time. within weeks of your absence, he finds himself craving your touch; your left hand gently tousling and petting his soft white hair, while your right hand works languidly at his cock. needy little whines and whimpers spill past his swollen lips as he imagines that it’s your warm hand brushing against the leaky head of his cock instead of his own—he fools himself for a short while, and it’s enough to get him off. he finishes on his chest at the thought of you, crying out your name, knowing it will fall on deaf ears. when he recovers, falling back against his pillows, he’s struck once again with the emptiness of being alone. without his precious human around to shower him in praise and kiss away his tears.

u need to write a fic abt nerd armin 🙁🙁 that was so good literwlly throbbing

thank you, anon, you’re so kind! perhaps something involving nerd!armin is already in the works ;)

thinkin’ about nerd!armin popping a boner whenever you bully him. his consciousness is reprimanding him for getting hard over a situation that’s meant to make him feel miserable and small. he can’t seem to control his body when he’s in your presence. the way your hands harshly latch onto his silky blond locks, sharp nails slightly digging into his scalp. the way your knee strategically comes up between his legs when you pin him against the lockers, just barely brushing over the crotch of his pants. the way you spit out the vilest words right in front of his face, mouths mere inches apart. he feels his cock straining uncomfortably against his tight dress pants each and every time, without fail. perhaps you were right, he thinks to himself ashamedly—he was nothing but a filthy, touch-deprived whore who got off on being slapped around like a rag-doll.

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