blehphegor

[blehphegor]

i need to get fucked by a man. not these 18-19 year olds my age who can’t make me cum even with a hitachi.

no.

i need to be shoved down into a mattress by my hair while a guy older than me uses and abuses my cunt and my ass until i’m sniffling and crying and shaking. need him to spit in my mouth and tell me to “fucking take it. this is how real men fuck”

[blehphegor]

Who is Lord Lucifer?

Based on two years of working with him (includes both UPG and VPG)

A deity manifested from the universal force of refinement and the Emperor of Hell

Rules over and resides in the Infernal Realm, which is separate from the part of Hell that Satan rules. Hell was formed from the remains of the rebellious war against Yaweh. Lucifer created Satan to help rule Hell. It is a nonphysical realm and was created with the intent of being a space away from the tyrannical rule of Yaweh.

Enn: Renich tasa uberaca biasa icar Lucifer (Air, protect the surrounding sky, Lord Lucifer)

God of: Refinement, light, knowledge, freedom, rebellion, truth, pleasure, justice, enlightenment, wisdom, illumination, beauty

Direction: East | Elements: Light, Air, Fire

Symbols: His sigil, Venus, The Sun, stars, feathers, broken shackles, keys, eye of Horus, torches, violins and fiddles, yin and yang, a throne, chess

Animals: Corvids, snakes, goats, dragons, hummingbirds, swans, phoenixes, rams, peacocks, spiders, bats, dragonflies, moths, owls

Plants and fruits: Roses, lavender, sunflowers, marigolds, rosemary, cinnamon, cocoa seeds, honey, apples, pomegranates, strawberries, carambola, pitaya

Crystals: Pyrite, obsidian, rubies, amethyst, black tourmaline, onyx, smokey quartz

Colors: Gold, red, black, white, royal purple, jade green

Numbers: 13, 66, 666

Tarot cards: The Star, The Devil, The Sun, The Emperor, King of Swords

Days: March 21st and Fridays

Appearance + Personality: I already wrote about this and just updated it to be even more accurate https://www.tumblr.com/hislittlestar/764212870633390080/how-lord-lucifer-appears-to-me

Titles: Morning Star, Lightbearer or Lightbringer, The Devil, Most Beautiful Angel, Fallen One, Lord of Air, Emperor of Hell, Fallen Angel, Lord of Pride, Son of Morning

Likes/offerings: Red wine, chocolate, bourbon, whiskey, honey, sweets (has a big sweet tooth), swords, rings, candles, pleasure, the arts (especially music), blood (creates a permanent bond, not for newbies), learning, shadow work, embracing one’s sexuality, playing strategy games

Dislikes: liars, people who aren’t true to themselves, fascists, tyrants, dogma, unjust hate, those who don’t stand up for themselves or others, ignorance, prejudice, harm against the defenseless

This took me way longer than I thought it would… but it’s my second anniversary of working with him, so I wanted to post something special ♡

[blehphegor]

I just need real slow passionate sex where we both cum at the same time. is that too much to ask for?

[blehphegor]

A friendly word of witchy advice: just go with it.

You’re trying to contact a deity and you immediately have a random thought? just go with it. It doesn’t make sense? Whatever, write it down. Maybe it will make sense later.

Wondering if you should and get the feeling that you should? do it.

Suddenly think you shouldn’t? don’t.

Doing tarot and the card comes out sideways? It’s sideways. Interpret.

When I go for a walk and take a seat on a bench and think, gods I wish I had some shade, and the clouds conveniently come together to block out the sun, I just go with it.

Thank you :)

Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. Truth will reveal itself with time.

People ask me all the time, how do you know Lucifer is speaking to you? I trust him, even when it doesn’t immediately make sense, even when it seems random.

Your first thought, yes, write it down. Your random inclination, follow it.

This doesn’t mean that everything is a sign, it means stop prohibiting yourself from receiving signs by constantly hyper analyzing everything. Let your brain and body perceive without fighting against them.

You heard a whisper in the wind? Listen.

You think you saw something in the smoke? Draw it.

Confusing nonsense that probably means nothing? Document it anyways.

Just go with it.

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imagining falling asleep on Secondos hairy chest is what gets me through the night

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he’s too pretty :,(

Daily Dose of Daddy Secondo

🖤🖤🖤

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The things Secondo can do to me by giving the audience eye contact is embarrassing

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Gods sometimes he shows me something so beautiful and I can’t help but immediately try to paint it as fast as possible because wow

Lord Lucifer playing the violin 🖤🖤🖤

[blehphegor]

Hii! I love your bloooggg

whattt??? little ole meeee???? thank you!!! ♥️♥️

[blehphegor]

ℙ𝕒𝕡𝕒 𝔼𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠 (1907-1984)

My AU's WWII-Era Big Band Papa Emeritus, depicted spectacularly by @kabukiaku

I had so much fun chatting with Kabuki about this work. His appearance takes inspiration from The Chrysler Building and the larger-than-life Band Leaders of this era. (Plus a pinch of Meliora)

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35 and 22 on the smut list for Secondo? I can feel the interest in Ghost building lol

35. “So… You touch yourself to the thought of me? I’d like to see that in action.”

22. “Shh, just a little more…”

it had been a silly thing to tell him, really. give him that power over you. but he wasn't paying attention, and you wanted him to look up from his paperwork, so you were willing to be a brat.

"i couldn't sleep last night."

"hmm?"

he keeps writing. you pout.

"I couldn't get you out of my mind, Papa."

"of that I have no doubt."

"i can never stop thinking about you."

"nor I, you."

still not looking. you had to bring out the big guns.

"I had to touch myself before i could drift off."

finally he glances up at you, eyes dragged away from cursive.

"oh, did you?"

"mmm. felt good, imagining my fingers were yours."

you had opened your legs a little running your hands over your thighs, just the lightest touch. he'd sat back in his chair and looked at you, levelly.

“hmm… so you touch yourself to the thought of me?"

"yes, papa."

"I’d like to see that in action, dolcezza.”

so now here you are, legs akimbo on his desk, habit rolled up to sit at the top of your thighs. your fingers work between your legs and you pant and gasp as you go, entranced by the way Secondo stares at you, like you're a masterpiece all spread out for him.

"please, Papa, I want you to touch me..."

"no, no. you said you had to touch yourself last night, so now I want to see what you did, dolcezza. behave for your Papa."

you cry out in pleasure as you fuck yourself with your hand, pressing your thumb into your clit. Secondo grins, eyes dark with desire.

"Papa...!"

"shh, just a little more..."

when you have come from your own fingers, he will use his own on you, remind you of how much better they are. and when you suck them clean afterwards he'll remember you're far more captivating than paperwork.

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And now, the other side of the answers to the question nobody asked:

What are the Papas like as doms?

Nearly as tongue-in-cheek as the last batch, but also representative of where my opinions are at, pretty much.

Primo: This is a man who has been doing ritual sacrifice for decades. He is quiet but firm, he expects discipline to be maintained, and he will tie you to an altar at the slightest provocation. If you're up for it, there will be knives. There will probably also be hot wax, possibly from the candles on the aforementioned altar. He will have rules. He will expect you to follow them. If he has to punish you, he's not mad, he's just disappointed. It's devastating. You will want to earn his approval. If he does approve of your conduct, and especially if you're in a close relationship with him over time, he will treat you like a much-loved pet when he's pleased with you.

Secondo: Terrifying, especially if you're not used to him. He has an extensive collection of toys and restraints. You will do as he tells you or else. He rarely has to raise his voice. He will convey his expectations to you with a growl in his voice, or a fierce hiss if he really means business. If he thinks you need breaking in, he will become arbitrary in his demands and punish you for any infractions.

Caveat: If you're in a long term relationship with him and you've gotten to know him well enough, you may see another side of him entirely. Once you're comfortable with each other, you may see his humor and sense of the absurd now and again during playtime. He will also start to see you as a cherished pet. He won't ever be a pushover, but you may find yourself in scenes with a different sort of feel over time.

Terzo: Oh, now. This one is special. Is Terzo actually scary? No, not at all. Is he a good enough actor to make you believe he can be scary if he wants, even if you 100 percent know better? Yes. Yes he is. If he decides that's how he's feeling, he'll get a frighteningly cold glitter in his white eye that will remind you that he's part demon and a stern demeanor that will make you mind. He won't do this all the time, but if he wants it and he senses that you do too, it'll happen.

If he's not doing that, he can be very variable in his approach. He's a bit of a chameleon, changing how he presents himself in response to what he senses from his partner. He enjoys a wide variety of things, which makes him quite adaptable. As to his own favorite things to do, he has a particular fondness for spanking. He also enjoys flustering his partners and making them blush, or restraining them in ways he finds aesthetically appealing. In certain moods, he enjoys role playing. He likes to edge his partners until they're ready to disintegrate into a useless mess, begging to be allowed to come. His toy collection is legendary.

His demonic inheritance is from House Lilith, which is dedicated to the sin of Lust, and his sire was an incubus. As a result, he has excellent instincts for anything to do with sex. It's his comfort zone. He can be playful, even irreverent, while still maintaining his hold over you. He can be soft and loving, treating you like a treasured pet. If you're in the habit of being a brat, though, beware how you test him. Nobody knows more about being a brat than this man does, so he has a very good idea of what to do when faced with one.

One thing that generally doesn't change is that he will talk to you during scenes. A lot. He will give you instructions. He will praise you for good behavior. He will tell you how you look to him in that moment, however he has placed you. If he feels the need to discipline you, he will tell you why and what he's about to do with you as a result. His tone ranges from a growl to a purr as a rule. If he decides to talk dirty he can ruin you with it. There are rumors that he's made partners come without touching them at all, just from the sound of his voice. These rumors are all true. A lot of his form of House-magic is bound up in his words, so he will use them often and to best effect.

Copia: I haven't the least idea. This will be left as an exercise for those who know him better.

V: It's Complicated. Like Terzo's sire, V's demonic parent belongs to House Lilith, but he belongs to the enforcer caste rather than the incubi. Every demonic House needs guards, assassins, and warlike types for attack and defense. This is V's heritage, and since he's actually half-demon it makes him extremely dangerous.

He tries to avoid taking the dominant role more often than not because he doesn't trust himself to maintain the necessary control over his nature, but there have been times where he's made an exception for one reason or another. In general, he will treat you like his prey. He prowls around you like a predator looking over an especially mouth-watering candidate for his next meal. He may encourage you to run. If you do, it will only make him that much more determined to catch you. He loves chasing a partner down through the Abbey woods for such games, though he rarely allows himself to play them. No matter how fast or clever you are, be aware that he will catch you.

When he's not doing that, his approach varies a little depending on mood. He may tie you up. He will almost certainly spank you. He will absolutely cover you in love bites and scratches. He will expect unquestioning obedience, and you'll probably find yourself giving it to him without even thinking about it. Something in his manner seems almost to compel it. He likes many kinds of sensory play: hot wax, blindfolds, ice, feathers. He enjoys edging his partners almost as much as he enjoys being edged himself. He also likes to put on music during a scene that he feels to be suitable to the mood he wants to create. He gets a lot of satisfaction from the psychological effect he can have on a partner when he's taking the lead.

He loves knives and blood. Even with a partner who is enthusiastic about this, he almost never, ever permits himself to indulge those desires. He fears what he might become even more than he lusts after what he might experience.

As a general rule during any type of play, he is a very soft-spoken dom, and not an overly loquacious one either. This doesn't usually change no matter what's going on, but somehow his partners find that his very soft-spokenness is capable of freezing the blood. This is especially the case when he gives you one of his wickedest smiles, the ones that remind you that some people think he's a vampire. His white eye has a steady, cold fire that's difficult to meet in these moods. Most of what you get from him comes through in his expressions and his body language rather than in anything he tells you. He will tease or degrade you if he knows you want it, but it's not something he goes to instinctively as a rule. If he thinks he can get you to blush, though, he's far more likely to push in that direction. He will also use utterly filthy dirty talk at strategic moments if he wants to make your heart skip a beat.

If you ever, ever find yourself in a moment with him during a scene where he feels compelled to be anything other than soft-spoken; if he feels he has to speak to you with a growl or a hiss in his voice for any other reason than to excite you, or Satan forbid if he ever has to raise it?

You're done. That's it. Make your arrangements, there's no coming back from that. I hope you have an excellent insurance policy.

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i have been on an absolute roll with these so.. secondo NSFW headcanons bc secondo was never meant to be soft and he absolutely knows it. this man is 80% discipline, 10% expensive cologne, and 10% cruel praise that ruins your life in the best way possible. . . as always, req are open (headcanons or full length fics)

⚠︎ NSFW BELOW. 18+ MDNI. ⚠︎

» secondo does not do soft, at least not at first. he’s a strict, controlling, commanding lover. you don't make requests — you follow orders

» everything about him oozes control: the tone of his voice, the way he grips your chin, the expectation that you’ll hold his gaze while you obey and if you disobey? oh, he’ll punish you—with slow, drawn-out precision, not anger. “you knew better. and now you’ll take what you’re given.” » there’s almost a ritualistic structure to how he undresses you, binds you, or lines up his implements — precision is part of the pleasure » prefers leather cuffs and collars, and enjoys the process of breaking you in to his expectations » if you act up or tease him too much? over his knee. face to the desk. knees on the floor. he'll make sure you don’t forget who’s in charge » secondo’s degradation game is brutal but elegant. he doesn't yell. he whispers filth like he’s reading scripture “you look better on your knees. filthy little thing, begging for my cock like it’s absolution.” » he wants to own your shame, to turn your vulnerability into a tool — one that binds you closer to him, even while he destroys you » spitting in your mouth? absolutely. making you repeat how desperate you are? he lives for it » secondo keeps the gloves on—especially when he's fucking you with his fingers » there’s something about the way the leather drags against your skin, the sound of it—you swear he gets off on it as much as you do

» he’ll have you spread open across velvet or oak, his gloved fingers slow and relentless inside you while he watches from above, eyes heavy-lidded and calculating “not even inside you properly, and already trembling. pathetic.” » eye contact is mandatory. he needs to see your face — every flicker of pleasure, pain, submission » if you look away, he grabs your jaw. “eyes on me. now.” » edging is an artform to him. he’ll tease you for what feels like hours, whispering in your ear how weak you look begging for release “you want to come? then earn it. or sit there and soak the sheets while i decide if you’re worth the effort.” » once he does allow it? it’s not over. you’ll come again. and again. and maybe again—until you're crying, shaking, and brainless » that low, gravelly growl? it’s a weapon. he’ll speak just above a whisper when he wants you docile and pliant » if he moans, it’s a rare reward — usually low, guttural, and laced with restraint. he prefers to watch you fall apart, not the other way around » but whisper his name just right, stroke your hand across his chest when he's buried inside you… and you might hear it: “fanculo… sì… just like that.” » he’ll never say the word “aftercare,” but he’s deeply invested in your well-being—even if it’s veiled as ownership » he’ll clean you himself. lay you across silk sheets, stroke your hair, make sure you get some water, and watch you drift

» “you’re mine,” he’ll murmur against your temple, voice soft now. “no one else gets to see you like this.”

bonus blurb ✧.* . . . . . . . . . you’re bent over his desk, cheek pressed to cool wood, wrists bound in silk and legs trembling. secondo stands behind you, still in his vest and gloves, fucking you slow—cruel and measured, like he’s punishing you for even thinking about someone else seeing you like this.

“is this what you wanted?” he growls, gloved hand tangled in your hair. “to be ruined? marked? filled so full you forget your own name?”

you try to answer, but all that comes out is a sob, and he smirks. “good,” he murmurs, voice a razor’s edge. “don’t speak. just take it.”

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after photos and art with small dogs, Secondo is associated only with them 😭

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Something something umm... Secondo putting you over his lap because you keep interrupting his studies and how is he supposed to give a message to the congregation if he's not prepared?

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Papa family photo shoot

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what is each papa's specialty in bed, you think? not just giving, but also receiving, what gets them weak in the knees

*rubbing my hands together like the heathen I am*

These are VERY nsfw!

Primo: Knows the angle that will give you the most pleasure if you top. It’ll have you seeing stars. He’s may be old but he knows how to position himself and you to get you both off!

What gets him off is when you suck him off even if he’s not/can’t get hard (old man and all that). He treasures that you still want to give him pleasure.

Secondo: He knows his fingers are thicc and he knows just how to use them. He enjoys watching you squirm and beg for more. Also A+ tiddie/ball sucking game.

He swears a few times he’s nearly died when you have a hand on his cock since most hands are pretty small compared to a large man like himself.

Another thing that really gets him off is when you lay on your front so he can take you from behind, his weight and size covering you as you mewl beneath him.

Terzo: Absolute master of giving head and dirty talk. He has the silver tongue of Lucifer himself, and he loves to both give and receive this. Also very skilled with his fingers and can get you off in minutes if given the chance.

What gets him off is if you sit on his face or fuck his face. No he doesn’t care how big you are amore sit on my face. Voglio che tu mi soffochi!

Copia: Loves when the sex is slower. As much as he is a feral bastard, he very much enjoys looking into the eyes of his amore and watching them come apart. Also incredible with his hands and loves that you like his gloves.

Similar to Terzo, he enjoys you sitting on his face. He can, and has, cum from that pleasure alone. Just drowning in the sent/feel of you in his throat is enough to leave him weak.

V: He might die and go to heaven when you ride him. This angel in his lap, hot and squeezing around him. It gets him going so fast. He can see you, touch you and appreciate you in ways no one else can.

Sometimes he’s a little shy in the bedroom, and so he loves when you let him hide as he needs. His face buried in your neck and lets himself get a little feral, and if you accept a blindfold… be prepared to come away bruised and maybe a little lovingly bloody.