If you are interested or have the time, could I request MC walking in on Simeon and/or Solomon masturbating?
Walking in on Simeon - Smut
warnings/tags - smut, m!masturbation, gn!reader, kind of sub!simeon, Simeon's low key a perv in this, not proof read
a/n - this has been in my inbox forever I am so sorry!! I think I'll do Solomon at a later date. thank you for requesting!
he tries to be as discreet as possible because he can be a little shy
but even angels have needs and you've been haunting his thoughts for what seemed like ages
it's not his fault, you know? with your lingering touches mixed with the seductive twinkle in your eye, he could feel the knots in his stomach and the stiffening in his pants
and it's unfortunate he's laying in your bed currently. hair messy from the friction of the pillow, pants around his mid thigh
you had invited him over for a study session and maybe a little bit more. was this premeditated? yes. teasing Simeon was always fun. watching his cheeks turn pink at your vulgar language or when your lips would brush against his. and when he snapped and cornered you against the nearest surface? even better
so you aren't surprised when you make your way down the hall with a tray of tea and cookies when you hear faint whimpering and a large sigh
you smirk at yourself, pressing your body against the wall outside the bedroom door. you'll show Simeon some mercy today, give him some time to touch and tease himself before making your presence known.
Simeon didn't mean for it to happen but once you left the room he let his soft hands skim down his chest and stomach, tossing his head back into your scent that plagues the beddings. he loses himself far too quick, wasting no time to collect the pre cum before wrapping his fingers around his cock. he feel's terrible, thinking about how you'd react to the scene but it eggs him on. he imagines it was your touch, some how you were able to make an angel into a mere follower. the way your lips nip at his neck making goose bumps spread along his skin or how you rake your nails along his abdomen. Simeon bites his lip in attempt to muffle the deep sighs and moans threatening to escape. too lost in the pleasure he doesn't hear you slip into the room. he can feel the pressure start to build as his hips begin to thrust into his hand on their own.
"started without me?"
Simeons gasps in response, hand speeding up his movements. he looks seraphic, spread out on your bed, soft pleas filling the air as you watch. his head turns in your direction, eyes filled with lust, " hmm, I don't think you're innocent either. you'll help your angel out, right?"
you let out a laugh before making your way over to him, straddling his thighs.
The first time you call mammon “my baby” he actually short circuits. Has to stuff his face in the crook of your neck to hide his blush and mumbles a “shut up”
getting a drink before class starts has become mammon and yours’s ritual. you’ve worked out all the snags in this masterplan. if you leave the house at exactly 7:57 am and reach Madam Scream’s at 8:02, the line is bearable and mammon is still in a sleepy haze, uniform a mess as he glues himself to your side, hand locked in yours. you know his order by heart now, even confident you can recite it in your sleep, a devil roasted latte with a shot of vanilla and half a pump of hell fire newt syrup. emphasis on the half, of course. 9 times out of 10 you’re the one placing the order, so mammon doesn’t give a second thought until he hears it. something else is added to your order that he hasn’t heard. ever.
“…for my baby, please.”
it catches him off guard. he wasn’t expecting that, he’s never heard you say that. he is your baby. yours. a word used to refer to a thing(s) that is belonging or associated to a person. he’s lost in thought now but the burning in his cheeks and the tingling in his chest is the only thing he can feel.
“what did you say?”
“hmm? oh, your order. that’s what you wanted right?” you’re teasing him now. a big grin on your face. mammon is bright red, fingers fiddling with the buttons on his uniform while he bites on his lip, avoiding your playful gaze.
“yeah but….but after that. you said something,” he stammers
you’re silent, watching him get more anxious by the minute. it’s cute really, the way he tries to dismiss actions like this as if they have no affect. but the way he grumbles, pulls at his sleeve and looks away says otherwise.
“oh, you mean when I called you my baby?” you ask oh so innocently. it sends him into a spiral. mumbles of shaddup will ya? echo in your ears as he tries to merge his body to yours. hands grabbing at whatever fabric it can find to press you flush against him.
“what? you embarrassed or something?” you chuckle, letting him shove his face into the crook of your neck to hide his blush. he must be enjoying this because you can feel the heat of his skin on yours. he lets out a soft no as you laugh again wrapping your arms around his middle.
If you are interested or have the time, could I request MC walking in on Simeon and/or Solomon masturbating?
Walking in on Simeon - Smut
warnings/tags - smut, m!masturbation, gn!reader, kind of sub!simeon, Simeon's low key a perv in this, not proof read
a/n - this has been in my inbox forever I am so sorry!! I think I'll do Solomon at a later date. thank you for requesting!
he tries to be as discreet as possible because he can be a little shy
but even angels have needs and you've been haunting his thoughts for what seemed like ages
it's not his fault, you know? with your lingering touches mixed with the seductive twinkle in your eye, he could feel the knots in his stomach and the stiffening in his pants
and it's unfortunate he's laying in your bed currently. hair messy from the friction of the pillow, pants around his mid thigh
you had invited him over for a study session and maybe a little bit more. was this premeditated? yes. teasing Simeon was always fun. watching his cheeks turn pink at your vulgar language or when your lips would brush against his. and when he snapped and cornered you against the nearest surface? even better
so you aren't surprised when you make your way down the hall with a tray of tea and cookies when you hear faint whimpering and a large sigh
you smirk at yourself, pressing your body against the wall outside the bedroom door. you'll show Simeon some mercy today, give him some time to touch and tease himself before making your presence known.
Simeon didn't mean for it to happen but once you left the room he let his soft hands skim down his chest and stomach, tossing his head back into your scent that plagues the beddings. he loses himself far too quick, wasting no time to collect the pre cum before wrapping his fingers around his cock. he feel's terrible, thinking about how you'd react to the scene but it eggs him on. he imagines it was your touch, some how you were able to make an angel into a mere follower. the way your lips nip at his neck making goose bumps spread along his skin or how you rake your nails along his abdomen. Simeon bites his lip in attempt to muffle the deep sighs and moans threatening to escape. too lost in the pleasure he doesn't hear you slip into the room. he can feel the pressure start to build as his hips begin to thrust into his hand on their own.
"started without me?"
Simeons gasps in response, hand speeding up his movements. he looks seraphic, spread out on your bed, soft pleas filling the air as you watch. his head turns in your direction, eyes filled with lust, " hmm, I don't think you're innocent either. you'll help your angel out, right?"
you let out a laugh before making your way over to him, straddling his thighs.
If you are interested or have the time, could I request MC walking in on Simeon and/or Solomon masturbating?
Walking in on Simeon - Smut
warnings/tags - smut, m!masturbation, gn!reader, kind of sub!simeon, Simeon's low key a perv in this, not proof read
a/n - this has been in my inbox forever I am so sorry!! I think I'll do Solomon at a later date. thank you for requesting!
he tries to be as discreet as possible because he can be a little shy
but even angels have needs and you've been haunting his thoughts for what seemed like ages
it's not his fault, you know? with your lingering touches mixed with the seductive twinkle in your eye, he could feel the knots in his stomach and the stiffening in his pants
and it's unfortunate he's laying in your bed currently. hair messy from the friction of the pillow, pants around his mid thigh
you had invited him over for a study session and maybe a little bit more. was this premeditated? yes. teasing Simeon was always fun. watching his cheeks turn pink at your vulgar language or when your lips would brush against his. and when he snapped and cornered you against the nearest surface? even better
so you aren't surprised when you make your way down the hall with a tray of tea and cookies when you hear faint whimpering and a large sigh
you smirk at yourself, pressing your body against the wall outside the bedroom door. you'll show Simeon some mercy today, give him some time to touch and tease himself before making your presence known.
Simeon didn't mean for it to happen but once you left the room he let his soft hands skim down his chest and stomach, tossing his head back into your scent that plagues the beddings. he loses himself far too quick, wasting no time to collect the pre cum before wrapping his fingers around his cock. he feel's terrible, thinking about how you'd react to the scene but it eggs him on. he imagines it was your touch, some how you were able to make an angel into a mere follower. the way your lips nip at his neck making goose bumps spread along his skin or how you rake your nails along his abdomen. Simeon bites his lip in attempt to muffle the deep sighs and moans threatening to escape. too lost in the pleasure he doesn't hear you slip into the room. he can feel the pressure start to build as his hips begin to thrust into his hand on their own.
"started without me?"
Simeons gasps in response, hand speeding up his movements. he looks seraphic, spread out on your bed, soft pleas filling the air as you watch. his head turns in your direction, eyes filled with lust, " hmm, I don't think you're innocent either. you'll help your angel out, right?"
you let out a laugh before making your way over to him, straddling his thighs.
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tw: dubcon, teasing, slapping, manhandling (gender neutral reader who wears a skirt)
lucifer would get really mad at you for wearing a short skirt and bending over so often. he would get so fucking mad that he grabs your hair and pulls you towards him, flipping you onto his shoulder and heading straight to his bedroom.
lucifer would throw you onto your stomach on the bed and flip your skirt. he would definitely slap your ass and grab your hips bringing them up to meet his already hard crotch. he would tell you how you're so fucking lucky that he has self control, or else he would tie you up in the living room and fuck you in front of everyone until every hole is filled with his cum.
lucifer would push your head down against the bed, ensuring you can't escape from him as he fucks into you over and over again. only wrapping his fingers around your neck to pull you up so he could hear you say his name. you better say his name and only his.
tags/warnings - smut, dark content, devotion kink, Lucifer has a bit of a god complex, reader is desperate, Lucifer is mean, degradation, light choking, teasing, mentions of fem masturbation, thigh riding, begging, no pronouns are used but reader has a vag, not proof read, let me know if I'm missing anything else
wc - ~1.6k
a/n - this is a week late I am so sorry lol
bully!Lucifer doesn't even blink in your direction when you first arrive. he doesn't acknowledge your presence at the dinner table or when you pass each other in the halls. the other brothers chalk it up to him being extremely busy and to not take it personally. so you try not to
when diavolo tells you to work on a project with bully!Lucifer, it becomes frustrating. you aren't able to hold a conversation let alone get him to look at you. you try everything, catching him at different times throughout the day, bringing peace offering gifts and sending texts. and he ignores every single one making you grow frustrated.
bully!Lucifer who analyzes your grumbling and pouty face from afar. he starts to relish in the way he got under your skin by doing seemingly nothing. he smirks at himself, proud knowing he has such power over you. knowing you have this desperate need to be liked by him. so he takes it and runs with it. he continues to ignore your interactions, condemning you to isolation. Lucifer enjoys watching you become more dependent on him, how you follow him around like a lost puppy with those glassy eyes.
something is released inside bully!Lucifer when he snaps at you. he studies the glittery tears that build up along your lash line and he feels something consume him whole. you feel like you're drowning. you've done everything in your power to make Lucifer acknowledge you yet all your met with are glares and cold shoulders. but now he's fighting with you and your left with no escape.
he stalks towards you with daggers in his eyes. if looks could kill there's no doubt you would be six feet under by now. you look pathetic really, thumbs fumbling with the hem of your sleeve as you try to look anywhere but at Lucifer to keep yourself from crying. after months of reveling in desolation, you had given up.
"why don't I like you?," he sneers, hand reaching up to cup your jaw. you shut your eyes as he lifts your chin but his touch is soft and delicate.
"look at me."
it rings throughout the room of his study.
you sniffle, eyes meeting his only to find something dark staring back at you. you trail over the sharpness of his cheekbones and the way his tongue darts out across his lips.
Lucifer is mesmerized, you look at him like he hung the stars in the sky despite treating you like you were nothing. because to him you meant nothing. nothing but a follower who wanted praise and attention. you're trembling under his touch and he can see the way your eyebrows knit together.
"you are a mere human, something I can chew up and spit right out." he begins to trace a finger along the angles of your face, outlining your lips making you shiver. the closeness of your two bodies creates a suffocating heat and sends a rush to your core. Lucifer makes a sound of disapproval.
"are you even listening to me? I'm finally giving you what you wanted but you're not even thinking with that pretty head of yours," he mocks, tilting his head as he sends a questioning glance. you've been caught. there's no use in denying it, especially when he looks further down to see your thighs clenched together. he scoffs.
"you reek of desperation. you just wanted me to pay you some mind, hm?" you nod in response, the words dying in your throat.
"I want to hear you say it," he says, tone low. you flush with embarrassment.
"yes," it's quiet as you muster up the courage to go on.
"wanted your attention. I wanted you to like me," you whisper.
"I should leave you here. let you learn your lesson that not everyone you come across will like you."
your eyes go wide and you quickly grab his wrist. he eyes you intensely. it quiet for a moment, the sound of the crackling fireplace fills the air.
"Lucifer, please," you beg. there's a sense of urgency in your voice. he raises his eyebrow. Lucifer has you eating right out of his palm. it's as though he can smell the neediness that rolls off your body, it seeps from your silk like skin.
"please, what? do you think you deserve anything I give you?"
hesitation, contemplating his words that echo in your mind. the situation you're in is dangerous. cornered with no where to go and you're begging for someone's attention who wouldn't even give you the time of day.
Lucifer watches you bite down on your bottom lip. he sees the way your chest rises and falls as you shrug off the last bit of dignity.
"I want... you. please Lucifer."
he studies you. notices how your pupils are dark and hazy, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. it feeds into his ego, your devotion to him is a rush. he feels the power go to his head. of course he's used to being worshipped but you knew he couldn't fathom your existence. you knew the consequences of getting involved yet he was the motif behind all your thoughts. all the nights you spent in your bed, trailing fingers around your slick clit with a palm to muffle your cries it was him who plagued your aching core.
Lucifer rolls his eyes but tugs you close nonetheless. you can feel his breath on your skin as he brings one hand to fiddle with the button on your pants.
"always thought you were godsend, hm? that you would be praised for all these good deeds." you've left go on his rest now, opting to wrap your hands around his shoulder blades to bring your bodies together.
you try to defend yourself, say you were just doing what you were told but the words never leave your lips as Lucifer brings a hand to your neck. he doesn't apply pressure, just keeps you there looking up at him. he can feel the thrum of your pulse against his palm as he clicks his tongue.
"don't even try," he snaps, hand making its way to the hem of your panties, snapping the waistband against your skin.
"but I was jus-"
he lips are on yours instantly. it's messy and rough, teeth clashing as he swallows your surprised sounds. you feel feverish, heartbeat pounding in your ears, fingers clenching the fabric of his uniform. it's too much yet not enough, one arm wrapped around your waist pressing your chest to his and hand cradling your throat.
Lucifer moves his lips to your jaw sucking bruises along the bone before he pulls away, leaving you to sit in his chair. you glance at him in disbelief.
"what?" he doesn't bother to look at you as he busies himself with documents on his desk.
"you were gonna..." you trail off. the stickiness between your legs and throb you're feeling makes it hard to focus. how could he do this to you?
he pushes his chair away from the desk and spreads his thighs a bit creating a space for you to slot yourself between. you're drawn to it, like a string is pulling you towards him as you make your way across the room and stand before him. He looks bored. unamused as you sulk in silence at him for leaving you high and dry.
with a huff you situate yourself on his thigh, but the peace doesn't last when Lucifer's hands settle on your waist. the pressure pushes you down further on his thigh causing you to rub against the fabric of his pant leg.
"look at you, pet. didn't even need me to help you ride my thigh," he teases. there's a bite of venom to his tone that makes you embarrassed. but when you feel the friction from the movement on your clit, you can't hold back the gasp that falls from your lips. you start to move on your own, letting your hips drag back and forth with your eyes screwed shut. it sets tiny fires across your skin, the feeling of the rough material and the flex of his thigh.
"so desperate to get off, lucky I'm here to help you, hm?"
your head is thrown back, hands gripping his shoulders for stability and it's saddening to see how easily he was able to sink his teeth into you. Lucifer grips your chin once again, "am I the only one who can get you off?"
he's mocking you and it's sad to see how easy it was for you to claim your devotion.
you nod, unable to form words as you begin to reach your high. Lucifer can tell by rapidness of your breathing and the way your skin is hot to the touch that your close. he debates on pushing you further, keeping you from reaching release but you've been good. so he leans in and tugs on your lip with his teeth with his other hand cradling the back of your head. you taste like sin, something forbidden and it makes Lucifer want more.
"let me cum, please," you whine, looking up at him with big doe eyes and he chuckles.
"you've done so well, think it's time for a reward."
he brings you into a kiss once more as his hands settle on your waist, bringing you back and forth adding to your pleasure. it's not long until you find your release with a sigh of relief.
"what do you say for me helping you?" he questions.
"thank you, Lucifer," you whisper, leaning your head in the crook of his neck.
devotion is a formidable thing but when your face to face with the devil himself, maybe you could be a saint.
tags/warnings - smut, dark content, devotion kink, Lucifer has a bit of a god complex, reader is desperate, Lucifer is mean, degradation, light choking, teasing, mentions of fem masturbation, thigh riding, begging, no pronouns are used but reader has a vag, not proof read, let me know if I'm missing anything else
wc - ~1.6k
a/n - this is a week late I am so sorry lol
bully!Lucifer doesn't even blink in your direction when you first arrive. he doesn't acknowledge your presence at the dinner table or when you pass each other in the halls. the other brothers chalk it up to him being extremely busy and to not take it personally. so you try not to
when diavolo tells you to work on a project with bully!Lucifer, it becomes frustrating. you aren't able to hold a conversation let alone get him to look at you. you try everything, catching him at different times throughout the day, bringing peace offering gifts and sending texts. and he ignores every single one making you grow frustrated.
bully!Lucifer who analyzes your grumbling and pouty face from afar. he starts to relish in the way he got under your skin by doing seemingly nothing. he smirks at himself, proud knowing he has such power over you. knowing you have this desperate need to be liked by him. so he takes it and runs with it. he continues to ignore your interactions, condemning you to isolation. Lucifer enjoys watching you become more dependent on him, how you follow him around like a lost puppy with those glassy eyes.
something is released inside bully!Lucifer when he snaps at you. he studies the glittery tears that build up along your lash line and he feels something consume him whole. you feel like you're drowning. you've done everything in your power to make Lucifer acknowledge you yet all your met with are glares and cold shoulders. but now he's fighting with you and your left with no escape.
he stalks towards you with daggers in his eyes. if looks could kill there's no doubt you would be six feet under by now. you look pathetic really, thumbs fumbling with the hem of your sleeve as you try to look anywhere but at Lucifer to keep yourself from crying. after months of reveling in desolation, you had given up.
"why don't I like you?," he sneers, hand reaching up to cup your jaw. you shut your eyes as he lifts your chin but his touch is soft and delicate.
"look at me."
it rings throughout the room of his study.
you sniffle, eyes meeting his only to find something dark staring back at you. you trail over the sharpness of his cheekbones and the way his tongue darts out across his lips.
Lucifer is mesmerized, you look at him like he hung the stars in the sky despite treating you like you were nothing. because to him you meant nothing. nothing but a follower who wanted praise and attention. you're trembling under his touch and he can see the way your eyebrows knit together.
"you are a mere human, something I can chew up and spit right out." he begins to trace a finger along the angles of your face, outlining your lips making you shiver. the closeness of your two bodies creates a suffocating heat and sends a rush to your core. Lucifer makes a sound of disapproval.
"are you even listening to me? I'm finally giving you what you wanted but you're not even thinking with that pretty head of yours," he mocks, tilting his head as he sends a questioning glance. you've been caught. there's no use in denying it, especially when he looks further down to see your thighs clenched together. he scoffs.
"you reek of desperation. you just wanted me to pay you some mind, hm?" you nod in response, the words dying in your throat.
"I want to hear you say it," he says, tone low. you flush with embarrassment.
"yes," it's quiet as you muster up the courage to go on.
"wanted your attention. I wanted you to like me," you whisper.
"I should leave you here. let you learn your lesson that not everyone you come across will like you."
your eyes go wide and you quickly grab his wrist. he eyes you intensely. it quiet for a moment, the sound of the crackling fireplace fills the air.
"Lucifer, please," you beg. there's a sense of urgency in your voice. he raises his eyebrow. Lucifer has you eating right out of his palm. it's as though he can smell the neediness that rolls off your body, it seeps from your silk like skin.
"please, what? do you think you deserve anything I give you?"
hesitation, contemplating his words that echo in your mind. the situation you're in is dangerous. cornered with no where to go and you're begging for someone's attention who wouldn't even give you the time of day.
Lucifer watches you bite down on your bottom lip. he sees the way your chest rises and falls as you shrug off the last bit of dignity.
"I want... you. please Lucifer."
he studies you. notices how your pupils are dark and hazy, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. it feeds into his ego, your devotion to him is a rush. he feels the power go to his head. of course he's used to being worshipped but you knew he couldn't fathom your existence. you knew the consequences of getting involved yet he was the motif behind all your thoughts. all the nights you spent in your bed, trailing fingers around your slick clit with a palm to muffle your cries it was him who plagued your aching core.
Lucifer rolls his eyes but tugs you close nonetheless. you can feel his breath on your skin as he brings one hand to fiddle with the button on your pants.
"always thought you were godsend, hm? that you would be praised for all these good deeds." you've left go on his rest now, opting to wrap your hands around his shoulder blades to bring your bodies together.
you try to defend yourself, say you were just doing what you were told but the words never leave your lips as Lucifer brings a hand to your neck. he doesn't apply pressure, just keeps you there looking up at him. he can feel the thrum of your pulse against his palm as he clicks his tongue.
"don't even try," he snaps, hand making its way to the hem of your panties, snapping the waistband against your skin.
"but I was jus-"
he lips are on yours instantly. it's messy and rough, teeth clashing as he swallows your surprised sounds. you feel feverish, heartbeat pounding in your ears, fingers clenching the fabric of his uniform. it's too much yet not enough, one arm wrapped around your waist pressing your chest to his and hand cradling your throat.
Lucifer moves his lips to your jaw sucking bruises along the bone before he pulls away, leaving you to sit in his chair. you glance at him in disbelief.
"what?" he doesn't bother to look at you as he busies himself with documents on his desk.
"you were gonna..." you trail off. the stickiness between your legs and throb you're feeling makes it hard to focus. how could he do this to you?
he pushes his chair away from the desk and spreads his thighs a bit creating a space for you to slot yourself between. you're drawn to it, like a string is pulling you towards him as you make your way across the room and stand before him. He looks bored. unamused as you sulk in silence at him for leaving you high and dry.
with a huff you situate yourself on his thigh, but the peace doesn't last when Lucifer's hands settle on your waist. the pressure pushes you down further on his thigh causing you to rub against the fabric of his pant leg.
"look at you, pet. didn't even need me to help you ride my thigh," he teases. there's a bite of venom to his tone that makes you embarrassed. but when you feel the friction from the movement on your clit, you can't hold back the gasp that falls from your lips. you start to move on your own, letting your hips drag back and forth with your eyes screwed shut. it sets tiny fires across your skin, the feeling of the rough material and the flex of his thigh.
"so desperate to get off, lucky I'm here to help you, hm?"
your head is thrown back, hands gripping his shoulders for stability and it's saddening to see how easily he was able to sink his teeth into you. Lucifer grips your chin once again, "am I the only one who can get you off?"
he's mocking you and it's sad to see how easy it was for you to claim your devotion.
you nod, unable to form words as you begin to reach your high. Lucifer can tell by rapidness of your breathing and the way your skin is hot to the touch that your close. he debates on pushing you further, keeping you from reaching release but you've been good. so he leans in and tugs on your lip with his teeth with his other hand cradling the back of your head. you taste like sin, something forbidden and it makes Lucifer want more.
"let me cum, please," you whine, looking up at him with big doe eyes and he chuckles.
"you've done so well, think it's time for a reward."
he brings you into a kiss once more as his hands settle on your waist, bringing you back and forth adding to your pleasure. it's not long until you find your release with a sigh of relief.
"what do you say for me helping you?" he questions.
"thank you, Lucifer," you whisper, leaning your head in the crook of his neck.
devotion is a formidable thing but when your face to face with the devil himself, maybe you could be a saint.
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