sailor song

summary: In which you give Mammon the silent treatment after he breaks your trust yet again, and quickly learn just how persistent he can be. (aka mammon being desperate 4u and using his crows {grimm} like messenger pigeons! pairing: gn!reader x mammon (est.rl) w/c: 2.4k t/w: none! this is all fluff and mostly jokes c: ib: devildomwriter's mammon & crow familiars series!! It's super well written and fun, I recommend checking it out!

Mammon really does not take kindly to being ignored.

You first discover this two days after an argument. You told him that if he went to the casino one more time you weren’t speaking to him again, and what did he go and do? Went to the casino!

So, to take your promise one step further, you decided to pretend he didn’t exist. Forget not speaking, you wouldn’t so much as look at him when he came within your proximity. His face could be inches from yours, whining your name with a pout on his lips and you still feigned disinterested.

ꮼ 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗔 𝗕𝗜𝗚 𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗡𝗢𝗪, 𝗡𝗢 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗙𝗘𝗖𝗧'𝗦 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗬.

ᦸ grim was an annoyance to everyone, but the ramshackle prefect never made him feel as if he was one.

Grim was the type of creature to act tougher, with more hisses than bites, because that was how the world had taught him to be.

That is until he met you.

He had never known the comfort and safety a pair of arms wrapped around him could bring. It was unfamiliar, to have such a nice feeling when all his life, he’d been seen as nothing but a mere rascal that causes disturbance and annoyance to anyone who has the misfortune of meeting him. It wasn't his fault, dreams are meant to be big and hard to achieve, right? So why was it that others sneered and mocked his dreams of achieving a bright future where people will acknowledge him as something other than a bother?  Other students could dream without experiencing any of the things he had gone through. 

Grim truly believes that in order for him to be loved, he must go down as one of the greatest. He would fight fangs and claws just to be able to achieve that feat.

But how come you’ve only nodded at him and told him that you believe he could reach his dream—a dream that seemed so unreachable for a creature like him no matter how much he denies it—all while having that stupid smile on your face?

It was weird. You were weird.

Anubis Valko, because the rumored Egypt myth card lives rent free in my head.

Your boyfriend cannot call you a slut without having a full mental breakdown. You make him do it anyway.

cw: NSFW. reluctant dirty talk, blowjob, throat fucking, cum swallowing, humor, fluff & smut.

cr: inkyck on ig

“You’re a fucking little—”

Satoru’s hand flew up to cover his face so fast his glasses nearly went flying. His ears were already red and the rest of him was rapidly catching up.

“Baby, I can’t.” The words came out muffled against his palm in a mortified groan.

Satoru Gojo — top of the physics department, future Nobel hopeful, the guy who still used highlighters color-coded by topic difficulty, and the softest, most hopelessly whipped boyfriend on campus — was currently having a full-blown crisis of character while the most popular girl in three different friend groups sucked his soul out through his dick.

You were on your knees between his spread legs on his dorm bed, lips still wet and shiny, looking up at him with the most devastatingly confident expression a person mid-blowjob could possibly manage. His hard cock rested against your lower lip, twitching traitorously every time you spoke.

You blinked slowly. Then you smiled that same smile that had half the campus wrapped around your finger.

“You can,” you said sweetly, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock and bringing the flushed head right to your mouth. You dragged the tip slowly across your tongue, back and forth, tasting the precum that was already beading there. “You’re supposed to be the smartest guy in the whole physics department, Toru. You can manage to say some filth.”

Satoru peeked at you through his fingers. Those impossibly blue eyes were wide behind his slightly askew glasses, looking like a deer about to get absolutely wrecked.

“I— I can do equations in my head,” he muttered. “I cannot call my girlfriend a… a… that.”

His free hand hovered uselessly near your hair, fingers twitching like he wanted to touch but didn’t trust himself not to stroke it gently instead of yank.

“Come on.” You tilted your head so your hair spilled over one shoulder, then leaned in and slowly dragged the flat of your tongue up the underside of his cock from base to tip. “Grab it. Pull a little.”

He made a sound that was half moan, half dying animal. He finally settled his hand in your hair, but the grip was so careful it was basically a caress.

“Satoru.” You frowned at him.

“Fuck— okay, okay— you’re… you’re a very enthusiastic— No. You’re a fucking little—” he started again, determined this time, only for the rest of the sentence to die in a strangled noise when you took just the head into your mouth and sucked hard and slow, eyes locked on his. Your tongue worked under the tip, filthy and deliberate, while your hand stroked the rest of him, slick with spit. You didn’t go deeper. You just kept that tight, wet pressure on the most sensitive part and waited, challenging him to actually follow through.

“—shit. Shit. Baby— that’s not fair, you know I can’t think when you do that.”

You pulled off with a wet, filthy pop, strings of spit connecting your lips to the flushed head of his cock. You rested your chin on his thigh and looked up at him with deliberate, teasing innocence. The kind of look that belonged to someone who knew exactly how good she looked on her knees in a university dorm room, while her boyfriend—the same boyfriend who still got flustered when you sat on his lap—tried desperately not to combust.

“Hair,” you reminded him gently, reaching up to guide his other hand to the back of your head. “And throat. And dirty talk. You promised you’d actually try tonight. Not just panic and call me an angel again.”

“I’m trying, baby, I promise,” he said weakly. His fingers threaded carefully through your hair, more petting than gripping, like he was stroking a particularly beloved cat instead of preparing to fuck your face. The contrast between the careful touch and the way his cock was now fully hard, flushed, and shiny with your spit was almost comical.

“That’s not trying, Satoru,” you said, voice already a little rough. “That’s petting me like I’m some cute plushie. I asked you to grab my hair and fuck my throat. So either do it, or I’m going to keep teasing you until you actually snap.”

“Fuck—fuck, okay—” He was breathing hard now, chest rising and falling under his sweater. “You’re such a—such a good girl, taking me so deep, Christ—wait, that’s soft again. You’re a—you’re a filthy little thing who likes choking on my cock. Is that better? Did that sound okay? It felt weird coming out of my mouth.”

You hummed encouragingly and took him deeper until the head of his cock nudged the back of your throat. His breath hitched into a high, broken sound that was pure Satoru. His fingers tightened in your hair for half a second — real pressure, real grip.

He groaned.

“You’re so good for me. My good girl. You could have anyone and still you’re here, choking on the nerd’s dick. Fuck. That sounded possessive. Is possessive allowed? I feel like possessive is allowed.”

You nodded, sucking him harder.

“Fuck—baby—fuck—” His voice cracked again. “You’re so good. So fucking good for me. Taking every inch like you were made for it. Such a fucking little—slut.”

The second the words left him you moaned around him. Low and real, the vibration going straight through his dick. Your eyes fluttered for a second and you took him deeper on purpose, throat relaxing around the head like you were rewarding him for finally saying it.

Satoru made a broken sound, hips jerking once before he could stop them.

“Oh— fuck— you liked that?” His voice cracked. His fingers finally tightened properly in your hair, not careful anymore. “You— you actually liked that. Shit. Okay. Okay.”

He started moving your head himself.

Not hard at first — still a little hesitant, still clearly fighting himself — but deeper. Steady. Using the grip on your hair to pull you down until your nose brushed his stomach, then letting you up just enough to breathe before doing it again. Every time the head of his cock dragged over the back of your throat you moaned around him, wet and low, and the sound made his hips jerk harder than he meant to.

“Fuck— look at you,” he breathed, voice rough and almost disbelieving. “The same girl everyone stares at in the dining hall and you’re on your knees taking my cock like a fucking slut. Made for this. Made to choke on me.”

You moaned again, louder this time, eyes watering as he pushed deeper. Spit ran down your chin in thick strings. Your thighs pressed together instinctively.

Satoru’s breathing was getting messier by the second.

“You like it when I say that, don’t you?” He thrust a little harder, still not fully rough but no longer careful. “You like being my filthy little thing. Looking up at me with those eyes while I use your throat. Fuck— you’re so wet for this, aren’t you? I can tell. You’re dripping just from having my cock in your mouth.”

You couldn’t answer with words, so you did the next best thing.

Your hand slid down between your legs, under your skirt, and you touched yourself right there on your knees with his dick buried in your throat. The second your fingers found your clit you moaned hard around him — open, desperate, the vibration going straight through his cock — and Satoru completely lost it.

“Oh my god— are you— are you touching yourself?” His voice cracked into something high and wrecked. His grip tightened in your hair and his hips started moving properly now, short, deep thrusts that made wet, filthy sounds every time he bottomed out. “You’re touching yourself while I fuck your throat. Jesus Christ. You’re such a dirty fucking slut. My dirty cockslut. Taking it so well and getting yourself off on it—”

He was babbling now, half dirty talk, half overwhelmed genius who couldn’t process how hot this was. His thrusts got faster, less controlled. You kept rubbing yourself in time with him, fingers slick, moaning every time he pushed deep enough to make you gag.

“Fuck— fuck, baby, I’m— I can’t—” Satoru’s rhythm stuttered hard. “You’re gonna make me come. You’re touching yourself and moaning around my cock and I can’t— shit—”

He shoved deep one last time and held you there, cock pulsing hard against your tongue as he came down your throat with a broken, high sound that was pure Satoru. Thick pulses of come that you swallowed around him while your own orgasm hit almost at the same time — sharp and sudden, thighs shaking, a long muffled moan vibrating around his cock while you kept rubbing yourself through it.

Satoru finally loosened his grip like he’d just woken up from a fever dream. He pulled you off gently, hands shaking, and stared down at you with completely ruined blue eyes — glasses fogged, face scarlet, sweater still on, looking like he’d committed a crime against physics itself.

You licked your lips, still catching your breath, fingers still between your legs.

“…I can’t believe I just did that” he whispered, voice completely gone.

You smiled up at him, wrecked and satisfied.

“You did perfect, Toru.”

He covered his face with both hands and groaned like he was dying.

“I’m never recovering from this. I said ‘slut’ three times,” he whispered, sounding both horrified and oddly proud. “And ‘cockslut.’ And I held you down. I actually held you down on my dick and said filthy things.”

You grinned, wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand.

“You did. And it was hot.”

“It felt illegal. Like I was violating some fundamental law of the universe.”

“It was requested,” you reminded him. “And you’re getting better. Next time maybe we’ll get past the panic phase faster.”

He laughed, soft and breathless, and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with the same careful fingers that had just held you down on his cock.

“I still like calling you baby better” he admitted, voice dropping into that warm, private register that always made your chest ache.

You kissed the tip of his nose. “I know. But I like choking on your cock while you call me a slut.”

Satoru made a wounded noise and buried his face in your neck.

“You’re actually going to kill your soft, nerdy, hopelessly awkward boyfriend with pure filth.”

“That’s the plan,” you said cheerfully, carding your fingers through his ridiculous white hair. “Death by blowjob and slow corruption. Very on-brand for the physics genius who still blushes when I sit on his lap in the library.”

He groaned into your skin, but you could feel him smiling.

“Next time I’ll do better. I promise.”

You believed him.

Even if “better” still sounded a lot like love.

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Pretty girlfriend - Valko x f!reader

Tags: fluff, mild angst, Valko down bad for you🤭💜

You hide your face in your hands as you step outside the salon. You had only gotten in to get your roots trimmed, but something about the exhausting week led you to an impulsive decision - except the long pixie bob didn't come out as well as you expected.

"Baby?" Valko was by your side the second you stepped out, having patiently waiting outside the entire time. "Are you ok? Let me see-"

"Nooo," you whine as your boyfriend gently takes your wrists, hiding your face completely. "I look uglyyy!"

"What?" Valko was genuinely distraught hearing you say that about yourself. "Baby no, who said that? Do I need to have a talk with the stylist?" You had only a second's notice before Valko was practically storming into the salon, about to give the staff a piece of mind. "Valko no, the stylist did a perfect job and she was nice and professional! All of the girls in there actually said I slayed but-"

"Then do you not like your hairstyle?" Valko had stopped the second you tugged at his arm, helpless when it came to you. "Pup, lemme look-"

"No, you'll think it's ugly!" You hid your face again before Valko could get a glimpse of your new hairstyle.

Hearing you talk yourself down and hiding your face made Valko's heart break. Did you not know how much he adores you?

"Hey." His voice was a soft whisper, the gentle way he uttered your name immediately setting your heart aflutter. "Look at me." Then when you still hid yourself, shaking your head timidly, he pulls you closer. "Please don't hide yourself from me." He places a gentle kiss on your knuckles. "I love you no matter what. You know that right?" You didn't have to look through your fingers to know that he was wearing the expression akin to a kicked puppy.

Slowly, encouraged by Valko's gentle coaxing, you remove your hands, still not meeting his eyes. "…." Your lips were pressed in a thin line and your brows were furrowed, and your hair was styled and cut shorter than you'd usually wear, the bangs framing your face in a way that was new and weird to you. You couldn't even blame the hairstylist, you'd asked for this specific version of pixie bob and she delivered it, bangs and all. It's just you didn't like it as much as you thought you'd like it.

Meanwhile, Valko had frozen the second you revealed yourself. He was sure his brain short-circuited. You were always beautiful in his eyes, but how was it possible on earth for you to become even more cute?! He was captivated by the way your new hairstyle fell over your shoulders, shorter than before, and the way your bangs framed your face so beautifully, highlighting all your pretty features. He felt truly blessed.

"Sweetheart…" he gulped hard, trying to hold it in. He failed. He kissed you all over, cupping your face as he left soft affectionate pecks everywhere. "So… cute… it's unfair yknow… baby… could do this all day…"

"Valko!" You squealed, giggling at the barrage of kisses. "Ack- stop, we're still in public-" you could barely get the words out with how much he made you laugh with his ticklish kisses. "Baby! There are people looking-"

just thinking about Vil’s “child-bearing” hips rn 🤤

(saw a photo of his hips and couldn’t resist)

imagine just taking him somewhere (on the couch, his bed, bending him over his desk or some other hard surface in the Ponefiore dorm) and gripping him by his hips as he’s struggling to handle all of you.

whether it’s a strap or a real dick, he’s struggling to handle how full it makes him feel. “fuck!” he cries out as you hit his prostate in a way that made his cock twitch and his knees almost give out, having to hold onto whatever surface he’s pinned against as you continue to pound his ass.

it was his fault for having such nice hips that were irresistible. he’d worn a dress that really highlighted his curves, so your obvious response was to fuck him and hold onto those gorgeous hips.

after a few more minutes of pounding him, your grip on his hips not loosening, he arches his back and cries out as he cums thick, white ropes of cum, staining whatever surface you decided to fuck him against.

and it was clear you weren’t done fucking him and gripping those beautiful hips yet.

I wrote this after seeing this photo of Vil because he’s so hot and sexy and gorgeous and he’s my amazing wife

+ getting small elements of Devildom customs wrong so Lucifer has no choice but to show you how it's properly done. he's on to your little game instantly but you can see the playful glint in his eyes as he pretends to play along. you can feel him close in to you as he places a possessive hand around your waist in order to lead you though the steps you missed.

+ pretending to be way more scarred of the movie you're watching than you actually are so Mammon can get all bold and brave about protecting you (even if he's more scared himself). catching side glances of him trying to stay calm during jumpscares as he hugs you just a little bit tighter.

+ picking a game you know you struggle with to play with Levi knowing that you plan to ask him for help on harder levels, bringing him out of his shell so he can be your 'valiant knight'. leaning into him as he sits behind you, guiding your hands on the controller through different combos.

+ asking Satan to help you with your coursework and letting him share his knowledge with you. purposefully answering a few questions wrong so he carefully leans over you to look at the same page until he decides that maybe becoming your permanent tutor and spending more time with you is for the best.

+ letting your nailpolish chip so you can watch Asmo get all worked up and pull you into his room to fix it. staring at him fondly as he concentrates while holding your hand gently in order to get the perfect strokes. once he's finished he's sure to insist that you might as well stay for a full spa night.

+ telling Beel you keep forgetting to eat lunch at RAD because you've been so busy/keep getting distracted and letting him insist on eating with you everyday so you stay healthy. chatting and laughing with him next to you everyday, occasionally letting him give you a bite of his food much to the shock of everyone.

+ knocking on Belphie's door late at night telling him that you can't sleep because of a bad dream. shuffling over to his bed as he lifts the covers to let you in. snuggling you into his arms to make sure you don't fall and that if you wake up again you know that you're safe with him.