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i'm leaving this blog and all my works here . sorry . :(

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i thought i would ask since i’m kinda going crazy rn…. do you know the fix that has gojo, geto, toji, nanami x reader? there’s 2 chapters (on ao3), first starts off with y/n interested in sex with both gojo and geto (threesome), but toji and nanami get invited later (and it’s hardcore sex rip)… 2nd chapter gojo gets punished and it’s everyone fucking gojo… lol … i’ve been looking for this doc again (since i cannot find it), and if u knew it that would be great 🥺🥺💗💗

No anon, I don't read those kinds of fics (I don't read jjk fics at all) so I'm afraid I can't help you. Good luck.

#ask box #angelo sings

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The inbox is empty!! Please talk to me!

#angelo tag

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Thinking about an Aizawa/Reader fic...maybe I'll write it in the morning! I really wanna write lazy morning sex fisjjebd

#angelo sings

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Hi! I just read the first chapters of after laughter and wanted to tell you that I'm really enjoying it and looking forward to more! I appreciate having a gender neutral reader in a way that I didn't know I wanted, so thank you for that! Have a nice day!!!

I just barely received the notification for this—thank you so much! I'm glad you're enjoying after laughter. so far! I'm glad you're enjoy the fact I kept the reader gender neutral, I only hope I can continue to post my fic and that people enjoy my work. Thank you so much for your comment!

#ask box #angelo sings

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Requests are open! The inbox is open to requests and comments, I'd love to hear from you guys! 💕

#angelo sings #reader insert #ao3

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Make me your Aphrodite. ੈ♡˳·˖✶ | Tifa/Reader

+.*☆ No, not even Aphrodite could make love to you like this. ☆*.+

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✎ … Tifa Lockhart / Reader (NSFW) ; afab reader, but could be any gender.

✎ … Warnings: Pegging ; light dom/sub ; finger fucking ; choking ; gagging ; spit kink ; GN!reader ; vaginal sex.

✎ … LINK.

For if Aphrodite was jealous of all those more beautiful than her, than may she strike her down, screaming her name. Black hair cascades around you like silk, and red gleams as light dances in the iris of her eyes, lower lip bitten with an impish suggestion not quite spoken, but her body language speaks volumes. For if you were to compare her to that of beauty, your piousness would befall her, and you would speak her name and let it bellow in the walls of the confinement you two surround yourselves in, in the solace of your heart and aching core the drips like molten honey. Honeyed words she speaks alight a flame inside you, and you melt like wax on the tips of her fingers.

Tifa traces constellations on your body, strumming you like a harp as you sigh, release so far away. She presses her lips to your forehead, a soothing motion that leaves you shivering against silken sheets beneath your quivering form. It's gorgeous—the way she bends you, the way you break. She smells of lavender and honey and gin, the taste residing on her skin.

"Open up for me, sweet," she commands, and you do, mouth opening with little fanfare and tongue lolling out along with it. Two fingers push inside and your tongue curls around them, wetting them profusely as she smiles down at you. "How sweet," she says once more, this time pushing her fingers further down your mouth, effectively gagging you. You choke and sputter around her, saliva pooling and dripping down the corners of your mouth. Dizzy, your face heats up with the action, but you love every second of it.

Her free hand continues to caress your body, gently prying your thighs apart. And who are you to deny her access to your most sensitive parts? She's the only one who can set you aflame.With the hands of a thief, fingers deftly dance between your legs; your core aches when two fingers rub at your clit. You can feel the toy harnessed around her lower body poking your outer thigh, something that you desperately tremble for making your world collapse until it’s just you and her. Her, her, her.

Your back bows, head thrown back as she slips two fingers inside you, her thumb rubbing semi-circles roughly on your clit. Heavy breathing, your hands grip and struggle on the bed sheets, tugging and pulling erratically as Tifa simply giggles above you, lips curled devilishly--the face of an angel, but damned. Tears well in your eyes as you moan especially loud, her fingers hitting your sweet spot as she continues to rub at your clit, body strung and sung out beneath her. Angel, you hear her say as you cry out with her fingers still in your mouth and in your cunt, cum for me. And who were you to disobey?

White floods your vision as she holds you, fingers withdrawing and your eyes roll back as tears flow freely; your fire burns incredibly bright, your ambrosia flows freely as Aphrodite herself takes you to heaven on high, cloud nine. Haphazardly wiping her hands on the soiled bed sheets, Tifa caresses your face, cooing to bring you back from the brink of ecstasy, holding you oh so gently. No, not even the Gods could cradle you with such care after destroying you oh so tenderly. “Next time,” she whispers with a hint of glee as your clumsy skull chases after her gentle caress, watching as she grabs your thighs and moves them apart, the toy between her legs and inside her finds purchase on your outer lips, “I’ll use my mouth on you. I’m sure you taste so sweet.”

And once again, you scream her name, babbling to the heavens in a chant that only she can hear, echoing in the walls of your home as she pushes inside you. You keen under her as you feel her hips against your, the toy fully seated inside you; she’s beautiful like this, hair of silk tousled and messy, lips bitten raw and blood seeping in the corner, eyes blown wide with bliss as she hits you inside to the hilt. Her hips pause, a stutter in their tempo, then she moves, rhythm soft and smooth, tender and loving. The world slows to a stop, time never ticking as she makes love to you. Her lips befall yours, passionately kissing you, tongue to tongue.

Your moans mix with hers oh so deliciously, a symphony created by your amorous lovemaking, silence has no life here. The bed squeaks underneath you, the sun paints highlights on your skin from the open window, and you think once again, no god could make love to you like she could. No, only Tifa could bring you to the 7 rings of heaven and back.

“Can I?” She pleads with you, and you know exactly what she wants. Her hands are your favorite necklace. With a nod, her hands wring themselves around your neck and you gasp, stars exploding in your eyes as her thrusts gain momentum. In a heartbeat, the pace goes from loving to hard fucking, Tifa’s gasps and your mewls getting louder with every piston of her hips against yours. Your arms scratch roses in the garden of her back, and her hands paint violets in the canvas of your neck. Breaths mixing and bodies entangled together, you’re so close to meeting your end once again. Just one more push, one more shove.

“Keep your mouth open,” Tifa stutters in command, rhythm growing irregular and thrusts sporadic, the haze in your brain commands you to listen. With a rough thrust, you cry her name, and she spits onto your tongue. Your saliva pools and mixes with hers a cocktail of your own creation. It should be disgusting, wretched, but your toes curl in delight; she marks you just right. Perfect. Perhaps, it’s far too intense.

Your body arches once again, white blinding your vision as Tifa giggles, a blurry haze trapping you within, and you think: No, not even Aphrodite could make love to you like this.

#final fantasy #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #tifa lockhart #tifa x reader #tifa/reader #ao3 #smut

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just some thoughts:

— my friend is gonna help me look for a chest binder, so that's exciting! I'm excited but also rather scared.

— I want to write more final fantasy fics and jjk fics. I really love those two so much. Also just ... gojo and toji on the brain 💕 call that brain damage ♡.

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That Mammon fic was 👌👌love it

Anyways, do u write sub Lucifer? If so, can he have a master/servant moment with gn s/o?

oh papi. ‧₊˚✩彡 | Lucifer/Reader

◣ “Luci,” you sing, “please clean me up.” It infuriates him as much as it sends a hot jolt of pleasure down his back; stupid human, ordering him around. But, oh well. Lucifer prepares to grab a napkin, reaching into his pocket for his handkerchief when you voice a complaint. “No, Luci, use your mouth.” ◥

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✎ … Lucifer / Reader (NSFW) ; Requested work ; GN.Reader.

✎ … Warnings: GN!Reader ; thigh worship ; footjobs ; master/servant ; light dom/sub.

✎ … A/N: All my work can be found on ao3 in the links on every fic! I've decided to compile requests into one giant fic so that they aren't scattered everywhere on my ao3 as I continue to write. I hope this helps!

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He bites his lip, watching as your legs chafe against each other. The skin blisters, a deep blush forming between your thighs as your shorts do little to hide the flush of flesh as you walk. Perhaps you should have worn something more covering, but you had decided to adorn thigh highs instead of your usual clothing. After all, this was a punishment. His eyes roam the curve of your body hungrily as you continue to walk, Lucifer a step slower. His bedroom is cool, the air sending a shock to his system.

You walk towards his bed, daintily patting the space beside you on the covers with gloved hands. He watches your fingers gently curl and unfurl, rubbing smooth circles onto soft and plush velvet. His cock twitches in his suit pants, but he says nothing as he places a tray of sweets onto the bed beside you. Normally, he would complain about you getting crumbs all over the bedsheets, but this was, after all, his punishment. The crest above your chest glows a shimmering, pale red - no other crest burns like his, sears like his on your skin. Oh, how he’d love to be between your thighs now, biting down on sensitive skin and placing his marks on your body.

But he is your servant, and he knows control. How unfortunate. A sly grin appears on your face, glossy lips lilt upward with something dangerously arousing and playful. The same hand that had patted the bed before had reached to the tray, curled up fingers prodding and poking about for the perfect dessert. Ruby red never leaves the hand, watching carefully as you hum in faux contemplation, the image of an innocent darling laid fresh for the slaughter in front of the first demon lord, picking up a cinnamon roll from the plate. He watches as glossy lips part and take the dessert into your mouth, biting down and moaning so sinfully. Something in his core tingles, practically burns with need as you close your eyes and savor the delicacy in your mouth.

Surely, the morsel couldn't be more interesting than Lucifer himself. He’s practically glaring daggers at the sweet in your hand as you continue to make little mewls and moans of delight, while he stands rigid and complacent to your earlier demands. This was no ordinary punishment, but cruel torture. You call his attention when you let out a tiny “oops!”, peering at your face to see what the cause of your problem was. His eyes widen a fraction as he sees crumbs on your thighs. Ah, torture. Your eyes dare bore holes into his head as he simply stares at the plump of your thighs pressed together, frosting and bread crumbs marring your perfect skin.

“Luci,” you sing, “please clean me up.” It infuriates him as much as it sends a hot jolt of pleasure down his back; stupid human, ordering him around. But, oh well. Lucifer prepares to grab a napkin, reaching into his pocket for his handkerchief when you voice a complaint. “No, Luci, use your mouth.” It...stuns him. It’s almost as if he’s been drowned, barely managing to come up for air. Heat coils in his belly as he slowly gets down onto his knees, positioning himself over your thighs.

His tongue works against your skin, the pink muscle licking away the dessert upon your skin. Lucifer inhales your scent, slowly intoxicating himself on how delicious you smell, how wonderful you taste. His tongue swirls closer between the split of your thighs, and you moan, allowing him to spread your legs just a teensy bit as he continues to clean you up. He can smell arousal on you, no doubt, and he grunts as he tries to refrain from biting down on your inner thigh.

“You like this, don’t you?” You coo above him, and he does everything he can to growl at you for reducing him to a sully servant, a needy and desperate man, but when you entangle a hand in his hair and pull his head upward to look at you, it all goes straight to his gut. A choked moan escapes him as you caress the side of his face with your free hand, gentle and oh so sweet with him. “You love being my servant, don’t you, honey?”

“Yes…” is all he can whisper. His hands are on either side of you, not touching, no, he wouldn’t do that without your permission, without your consent, but the fact that you’ve taken control of your coupling has a dizzying effect on him.

He thinks you’ll be merciful, almost begging, when your foot lands atop of the tent in his pants, rubbing circles onto him. Lucifer hisses, pleasure short-circuiting his brain and electrifying the atmosphere around him as he whines out. It’s good, he thinks, it feels so good, but it’s not enough, it’s not enough--he’s so dizzy and so aroused it practically hurts, but you continue to gaze at him with an impish grin, still using your foot on his clothed cock. Normally, he’d have the upper hand in your love making, but not this time - no, this time he’s groveling and pleading and begging at your feet for just a taste, just one taste, oh please, just one taste--! - and you deny him.

“Good boy,” you giggle as he thrusts upward onto your foot, whining and mewling in pleasure that stirs his gut. “Let master take care of you.”

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer/reader #ao3 #reader insert #smut #request

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somebody with nothin' to lose. — [♡] ; | Gojo/Nanami

ʚ Hips rut desperately against Nanami’s own, desperate for release, and he keens as Nanami chokes his name on a gasp. It’s so good, only them in existence at this moment as they’re riding on high. Oh, if he could be like this forever, Gojo will never get off of his cloud. ɞ

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✎ … Gojo Satoru x Nanami Kento (NSFW) .

✎ … Warnings: Anal Fingering ; Anal sex ; blowjobs ; marking ; biting.

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“I don’t need you tonight.” But Nanami never needed him, not even when Gojo reduces himself to needy whimpers and lovestruck whines. Perhaps, Gojo realizes as he spreads Nanami’s legs, there’s nuance there. In the way Kento holds himself but his eyes seemingly betray him with a shimmering glower. In the way Satoru brushes it off as if he could find anyone else - and he does, oh he does - only to go running back to him. Little idiosyncrasies and miniscule peculiarities that keep them coming around full circle.

But he’s not particular on reading bodies. At least, he tells himself that - with Nanami, it’s a different story. All the little emotions, the body language, he’s sensitive to it all. From the blunt words of criticism that rain down on him to the slight stiffening of his posture when something goes awry. It’s too easy, he believes, to read Nanami, almost as if he’s an open book. The truth is, though, he’s anything but. But, ah, now is not the time to think about it too much - too much thinking when his destination is right in front of him. Nanami’s chest rises a centimeter, a relaxed expression painting the serious face he typically adorns. They’re both scadly clothed: Gojo shirtless in gray sweats and Nanami in an oversized sleep shirt. The albino traces a line from the blond’s knee to his ankle with his tongue, savoring the taste of his skin on his tongue.

Nanami makes no noise, simply watching with darkened eyes and hands crossed over his chest. There’s nuance here, too. Gojo’s eyes trail to Nanami’s own, watching light bounce and shimmer in his iris with bubbling pleasure. The color of his eyes is murky, as if drowning in dim lights; the color normally so clear becomes hazy under the moonlight and warm orange of the bedside table lamp. Pah, his interior decoration skills are much better than that of the hotel they’ve checked into, the colors clashing and the decorations rather boring, but the man in front of him probably has nothing to say about such eccentricities. Or, maybe, just maybe, Nanami hates them as much as Gojo does - the colors simply don’t do anything to grace the room, nor does the room itself explicitly complement them. There’s a strange surge of intimacy as Gojo thinks about taking Nanami in his room, fucking him against the walls and breaking several of his possessions. It’s far too intimate - cider is not.

No, Gojo thinks as he suckles a mark onto Nanami’s inner thigh, cider was simply not their color. Truly, it was non-offending, a color meant to neither express nor offend. However, with the slightly inhale Nanami takes as Gojo bites down on his thigh, Gojo believes they’d look good in blue. His blue. The blue of the bruises that flower on Nanami’s thighs as he bruises them with mouth, tongue, and teeth. A smirk plays on his lips as Nanami’s leg begins to quiver under his ministrations, and oh, does he delight in it. No matter how many other women and men he beds, nobody ever excites him as much as the blond beneath him. His hands travel to his hips, roughly pulling him closer as he licks his inner thighs, head falling under his sleep shirt. Like this, Gojo can see the swell of his cock straining in his boxers.

Gojo moans, biting down particularly hard on Nanami’s inner thigh, his own arousal stirring in it’s constraints. Eager hands peel away at the fabric separating them, delighting in the way Nanami’s cock springs upward when released. Gojo sucks in a breath, pulling away momentarily to stare up at Namami. The blond has a hand over his mouth, chest rapidly rising and falling from the pure pleasure he’s gotten from the bites and marks alone. Gojo licks his lips, delighted.

“May I?” His voice is softer than normal, but for Nanami, he’ll be kind. After all, it’s only kind. Dark green bore into his own fluttering blues, as if waiting for some cruel joke, but nothing passes. Once Nanami gives the view over an okay, he nods his head for Gojo to continue. Without another thought, he descends down onto Nanami’s cock without further adieu. With a hand on his naval, he pins the other man to the bed easily, feeling the flex and strain of muscle under his hand as Nanami’s back arches, head thumping back against the pillows as Gojo’s tongue laves at the underside of his throbbing cock while he sucks him off. Precum and saliva drip from Gojo’s chin as he bobs his head up and down in a fast rhythm, holding Nanami’s hips down from meeting his mouth with careless tandem.

With his free hand, he pulls a bottle of lube from his pants pocket, messily letting it spread onto his palm and run down to his fingers (he’s a man of many talents, being clean...is not one of them!) before running them along Nanami’s entrance. He’s tight, Gojo knows, and with the way he’s trying desperately to buck into his face, he’s clenching against nothing. Another moan escapes Gojo as he watches. Nanami was typically composed; a man who prided himself of being earnest and sincere and efficient in his work, even if it were not a pleasant job, but like this, he was anything but. Here, there is no nuance. His body language speaks exactly what he means - both of his hands entangle themselves in Gojo’s hair, jaw tense and lip bitten red and moaning freely into the electric atmosphere. Here, Gojo is free to have him how he likes him. Had this never been, had Gojo never gotten him like this, Nanami surely would have told him to get off of his cloud.

Nanami babbles something about Gojo, something about please - and oh, how he liked his little begs and moans - but just before Nanami can make another plea, he pushes a finger past the ring of his entrance, curling it upward and feeling him. Gojo’s stomach tightens as he continues to blow him, adding another finger once he believes he’s ready to take another, then another. His eyes water with effort and his jaw aches with pain, but he can take it. After all, between white eyelashes, Nanami looks so pretty laid out before him, body quivering beneath him and voice an octave too high. He pulls away with a pop, fingers still scissoring and opening him up as he stares at Nanami with a smile. (He never says lovingly, but if he’s honest, perhaps there is some love for the other man - for all the times he’s tried to resist, he keeps coming back.)

“Aren’t you a cute little thing,” Gojo says, honeyed words dripping from his lips like molten honey, caramel candy. He watches Nanami’s back arch as his fingers curl against a certain bundle of nerves inside him that makes him see stars, watches as he cums against his stomach, painting them both white. “Writhing and screaming my name. Just like you’re supposed to.”

Nanami, dazed, grunts. His hands clutch the rough sheets weakly as he hisses in over stimulation from Gojo’s hand still scissoring him, moaning as his nerves are aflame. “Shut up, Why don’t you get off of your cloud? I don’t need anything you’ve given me-” (liar.) And he’s cut off with another moan as Gojo pulls his fingers away. Perhaps it’s not love, Gojo thinks, but Nanami is savory on his tongue as he kisses him. Of course Nanami would deny him, but his body does not lie - he kisses him back with passion dribbling past his lips, tasting himself on Gojo’s tongue and melting against the mattress as Gojo positions himself between his legs properly.

Perhaps it’s not love, but then what is it? Lust alone could not bring them together like this, or maybe it could, but Gojo knows there’s something more as he lathers his cock in lube and presses past Nanami’s rim, something more with the way Nanami chokes on his tongue as his overstimulated nerves sear, something more when Nanami motions his hips to meet Gojo’s half way inside. Gojo sighs as Nanami’s nails run down his back, roses blooming in their wake as thrusts into Nanami. If he were somebody else, he wished he’d have nothing to lose.

Hips rut desperately against Nanami’s own, desperate for release, and he keens as Nanami chokes his name on a gasp. It’s so good, only them in existence at this moment as they’re riding on high.

Oh, if he could be like this forever, Gojo will never get off of his cloud.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk smut #jjk nanami #jjk gojo #gojo x nanami #gojo smut #nanami smut #ao3 #smut

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depends on the day the extent of all my worthless rage

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just some notes about me and my work:

I try to write as gender neutral as possible and try to include as many sexualities as possible.

I am a trans man. A lot of what I write is self-indulgent and meant to please me as an afab and transmale writer. Just because the reader has a certain set of genitalia does not mean it's meant only for the gender with that genitalia! Again, trans and nonbinary people exist.

Everything I write...the reader is poc. I'm also poc. I'm a mixed latino.

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Pattycake. (OH HONEY BUNNY)┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。 | Gojo Satoru/Reader

˗ˏˋ "It would be a fun game of pattycake?" ˎˊ˗

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✎ … Gojo Satoru / Reader (NSFW) ; dmab reader (but could be any gender).

✎ … Warnings: Anal sex ; rough sex ; wall sex ; gn reader.

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1, 2, 3, and he goes again, covering your mouth with a large hand as you scream his name for the nth time that night, losing balance as he thrusts into you. Your feet barely touch the ground, on your tiptoes as he avoids touching your cock. It hurts, it aches, this game of pattycake he oh so claimed he wanted to play. Your arms grip the one around your mouth, weakly digging crescent moons into his skin as he groans in delight.

He basks in the sound of your muffled pleas and cries, like a God in your game of hide and seek. His thoughts run a hundred miles per hour as he pistons his hips roughly against yours, quickly sending a spank to your backside only for you to whine loudly in response. Not to stop, never to stop. Satoru knows you'd rather drop dead than ever tell him to stop his little ministrations, building up ecstasy that climbs up your body like the dead crawl from a grave. Morbidly fantastical, stuck in his awestruck.

Satoru slows, pinching your nose as his other hand wraps around your throat like a vice, a wild grin painting his features like a predator that's caught its prey. "Oh, honey bunny," saccharine is the voice that calls out to you as your eyes roll back, cock twitching with interest and lungs screaming for air, "you look beautiful. Didn't I tell you," he punctuates every word with a stray thrust.

"It would be a fun game of pattycake?"

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo x reader #gojo/reader #gojo smut #ao3 #reader insert #smut

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wow! I guess people really liked my mammon fic, it's gotten notes quickly.

#angelo sings #.that's so wild to me honestly. but it makes me so happy to see that people enjoy my work

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Honey. ｡:°ஐ | Mammon/Reader

꒰ Saccharine words drip down from his lips and oh, honey is sweet, but not as sweet as him. ꒱

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✎ … Mammon / Reader (NSFW) ; fem. reader.

✎ … Warnings: Mommy kink ; praise kink ; riding ; multiple orgasms ; overstimulation ; oral sex ; blowjobs.

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He keens, hips desperately trying to buck up into yours as you sit atop of him, unmoving, unyielding. Gold hues quake in their wake, unshed tears form in the wells of his eyes with every tremor of his body. He's so pretty, you think, just like this. His mouth drops and his voice chimes an octave higher than normal; overstimulation leaving him in such an unwieldy state.

"Please," he says, voice tiny as your hips grate circles upon his. As your core soaks and squeezes and massages his pulsing cock. "Please, I need to cum." He begs. You simply shake your head, smiling sweetly down at him. Your pact mark shines under dim lighting, glowing gold against flushed skin and sweaty flesh. No other mark shines like his. After all, only you'll have him like this—nobody else. Saccharine words drip down from his lips and oh, honey is sweet, but not as sweet as him.

You can feel his cock throb inside you as you slow your ministrations, hips moving in circles atop of his as another whine leaves his lips. He's strong. A demon of his stature and status–the second born, the seven sins–could easily break the faux fur handcuffs or free himself of his collar and leash, but he's such a good boy, a very good boy, he doesn't dare break them. He'll get what he wants when you finish. Mammon's back arches as you kiss his chin, thick ropes of his climax coating your insides for the third time that night.

And you moan as he begs; roses are red, redder than the bites and lovemarks on his collarbone and shoulder blades, and violets are blue, bluer than the bruises and sensitive flesh. The room is basked in your golden scent of sex and electrified by his greed, his utter need. Mammon curls under you slightly, having been under you for quite some time, but he doesn't want to leave your nest. Instead, tiredly, he nuzzles at your breast, sighing with relief as you giggle, stopping your pace completely as your hands smooth out his unruly locks.

"Mammon," you coo, pressing your heated body against his as he whines, another twitch of his cock felt through your sex. "We're not done yet, baby. Be momma's good boy." Your core weeps and clenches around nothing as you remove yourself from him, leaving him a moaning mess. Tears well in the corners of his eyes as you stand, ignoring his pleas for you to sit back down and finish him again, to run him dry, to ruin him.

But you don't. Instead, fingertips deftly trace a line from his beating heart to the tip of the head of his cock, dancing to and fro, idle in its time as your eyes stare into deep blue of his own. Honeyed voice, smooth as silk and sweet as molten honey drips from your mouth as you take him in your hands, watching his every tic and twiddle. One hand stays on his pelvis, the other tracing the vein on the underside of his aching length; it's head stands an angry red, dripping as you giggle.

"Please," he chokes, "mommy, please."

You grin. "'Please' what, baby?"  You move dangerously close to his drooling cock and oh—you'd kiss him if you could, watching him buck his hips closer towards your face in hopes of reaching ecstasy in return. However, you move away just a fraction, just an inch. It's invisible, but so touchable—how emotional he plays himself out. You can feel greed and need and all that in between mix in the pit of your belly, waiting as he hesitates to speak.

His mouth opens and closes, close to what he wants to say, yet hesitant all the same? But you reward good boys, he knows, so he swallows his pride and exhales.

"Please, put your mouth on my cock and make me cum." His inhale is shaken, watching as you hum with a velvet soft voice, smiling like a vixen as you lean down between his thighs. And oh, he certainly is mommy's boy. How sweet he becomes as he melts with quivering thighs and sighs as your mouth hollows around his weeping cock.

"Good boy."

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #mammon/reader #ao3 #reader insert #smut

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feels like walkin' on a landslide. ღೃ* | nanami/reader

˗ˋˏ°• Oh, how lovely they’d look painted by stripes of his own cum. How lovely they’d look with his own fluids dripping past their open mouth as their mouth drops to an ‘o’ and he pistons his cock in their mouth. He’s dreamed of it, surely, wished for it. •°ˎˊ˗

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✎ … Nanami Kento / Reader (NSFW) ; gender-neutral reader.

✎ … Warnings: semi-public sex; bathroom sex; clothed sex; dry humping; grinding; blowjobs; face fucking; facials.

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Addicted, he wipes the blood from his lips to stare down at bright eyes, staring at him as their tongue swipes across their lips, red from being bitten and blood swelling in droplets on the swollen muscle. He swallows heavily, the taste of iron and mint overwhelming his senses as he continues to study their every little movement, their body, everything.

There’s a hint of impishness in the way their eyes glaze over, interest and lust mingling and mixing in blown pupils, in the way they bite their lip, in the way their hands remain with a strong vice on his tie. Nanami makes no move to pull away, but he comes no closer, either. It’s a game to him, to them: who would crumble first, who will get on their knees. The silence is deafening.

Like a tidal wave, he leans back down to press their lips to his, one hand wrapping around their waist while the other pulls at their hair to keep them facing upward. A moan escapes them, chirps and whines as they kiss that travel from their chest and bubble in their throat as the blond shaman presses them impossibly close. Let go, he had told them. Let go of what? But their body reacts as the warmth emanates from him, igniting heat from their own body.

Another bite is delivered to their lower lip, back bowing as it’s done. Nanami suckles on their skin, as if taking his time drinking up their taste and reminiscing in it, basking in the delicacies of their body before plunging his tongue back into their mouth. It’s suffocating--the heat surrounding them is almost too much but his body sings with a thrum of pleasure. His cock stirs in his pants as they grind against him. The bathroom they settled in was far too dirty, far too disgusting and musty for them to settle in comfortably, but they make due by grinding their bodies together in a rhythmless tandem.

Nanami aches, body shaken with need and a hint of desperation as he ruts his hips against theirs, smoldering the growing heat. They tremble, unable to contain their moans as their hips meet his, breaths coming in heavy, quivering gasps between kisses. Their chest heaves, inhaling deeply into the cavern of their lungs as a stuttering moan escapes them. Nanami is quiet, save for tiny grunts and sighs of approval. It’s as if they’re teenagers again, pumped up with hormones and getting off in seedy, unseemingly places where anyone could find them.

It’s unforgettable, it’s terrific. Nanami is stunned when they pull away, gasping as they reach their climax with eyes blown wide and their jaw dropped and their voice an octave too high. If he had a camera, he’d gladly take a picture, forever to keep in his memory as he holds them dangerously close. His cock twitches in the constraints of his pants as they reach ecstasy and back, interest highly piqued. It’s quintessential to who he is--a fool, utterly entranced and utterly aroused by them. Nanami inhales shakily, hands gripping their blouse and watches rivets of sweat and tears drip down their cheeks and chin. Oh, how lovely they’d look painted by stripes of his own cum. How lovely they’d look with his own fluids dripping past their open mouth as their mouth drops to an ‘o’ and he pistons his cock in their mouth. He’s dreamed of it, surely, wished for it.

“You didn’t cum,” they say, a statement rather than a question. Nanami doesn’t trust his voice, but manages to stutter a quick and stifled ‘no’ and ‘it’s fine’. They don’t listen. Instead, they push him against the cement walls of the grimy bathroom and sink to their knees before him, tugging off his belt before he has the chance to deny them. Nanami’s body basks in the heat that flows from his veins, to the searing heat of his core as they pull his cock out of his pants and grin up at him wolfishly.

“Easy,” he tells them, “don’t--” but they don’t listen, tongue swirling over the tip of his cock and licking over the pearl of precum that gathers at his slit. 40 days and 40 nights daydreaming about the inevitability of their coupling and he’s already hooked to the feeling of their lips around his member within mere minutes. It’s so good, it’s amazing, he thinks as his hands curl into their hair and tug them closer.

He’s close, so close to bliss from their previous coupling, not caring if he looked ridiculous with his hair tousled every which way and his lips bitten pink--he’s dreamed of them, dreamed of this, it feels like walking on a landslide. Their cheeks hollow around this throbbing cock and he groans loudly, finally breaking the invisible chains around his throat with another low whine.

White blinds his vision as he climaxes, peak blinding him and a sound between a sigh and a strangled moan escape his heaving chest. And oh, when shapes and colors come back to him, he peers down.

White stains their face. They lick his cum off their lips.

Oh, can’t get this image off of his mind.

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