#FUCK!!!! I have extra of a couple of em but I'm out of E and i won't be able to take Anything on Monday until i get the refill

[transmechanicus]

Ohhhh i have to tank this weekend with no HRT bc the pharmacy didn't get my refill in time aaaaaaaaa DX

[einsteinsugly]

Fictober 11. That 70s Show. March 2023. An Old Married Couple.

Jackie and Hyde are racing around their vast walk-in closet, in sheer panic and confusion.

Jackie, quite predictably, is the first to blow off some steam. As she nervously runs her hands through her hair. "You lost it. Well..."

"We lost it," Hyde aptly clarifies, "It's not my fucking fault that you've got a million gifts hidden in that damn closet."

"I plan ahead, Steven," Jackie loudly scoffs, proudly gesturing to her shopping hoard, filled to the brim with kids' toys, clothes, and extra goodies, "And, I have emergency gifts. Donna only gets them stupid books and ugly stuff from Old Navy, and Eric's clueless."

"I moved it to a better place."

Jackie frantically throws her hands in the air, in sheer exasperation. "Where, Steven? Where?"

Hyde awkwardly shrugs, right out of Forman's dorky playbook. "I don't know."

But she barely flinches, in the face of tepid adversity. "That isn't a better place, is it?"

"I've checked all the closets," Hyde laments, digging through Jackie's hoard, "It's gotta be in this one, somewhere."

"Well, we'd better find it, 'cause Old Navy is Gap for cheap people. Like Donna and Eric," Jackie haughtily proclaims, "We have to outshine them with a better gift, or else."

"Or else what?" Hyde openly challenges, "I'm pretty sure three out of four of 'em prefer Forman and Donna, for some fuckin' reason."

Jackie is notably offended at the mere thought. "Even though we buy them better gifts, have a better house, and we're the loving and cool grandparents? And Eric and Donna are the boring, dorky ones?"

But most of the grandkids are in Eric and Donna's camp, unfortunately, so it's not all that surprising. Yes, their house is a much nicer Chuck E Cheese's, and they have everything money can't buy, but Eric and Donna's genes have unfortunately dominated.

So, Hyde states the obvious. "Yep. I think most of the grandkids are boring and dorky..."

Jackie is quick to interject, on behalf of the lone wolf that lingers in their cool corner. Their dojo of coolness, of course.

"Except Abbie. She's cool, like us..."

"Yep. Found it." After digging and digging, he unearths a brand new Nintendo Switch. To replace Caleb's janky old one, but there are now a bunch of unfamiliar so-called "emergency" gifts scattered on the floor. "Are these gifts in the front new?"

Jackie's amber eyes go particularly wide. "...No."

[peanut-butter-parkerxx]

Facetimes and screenshots

Where you slept during a FaceTime call with Peter.

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!reader

Status: dating

disclaimer: slight language and the bedroom I imagined was the one in homecoming

Peter's POV

"Yeah so tell me about your day, Pete" I heard my girlfriend ask me, smiling at me adoringly yet tiredly, a yawn escaped her lips. she was on her bed seconds away from going to sleep, I can tell. She just told me how exhausted she was from studying for her physics quiz. I told her I could come and help her out but her parents/guardians wouldn't allow me to come this late.

I finally sat on my desk chair playing video games after hours of studying with y/n on the phone.

"Well, I've been drowned with a lot of homework and assignments but thankfully I finished most of them, I'll do the Spanish homework tomorrow since it's due next week" I spoke looking at her every once in a while to see when she'll finally give in and give her body some rest.

"Baby you should go rest, we've been studying for a while and who knows maybe you studied before that as well" I tried to convince her.

"No no I wanna listen to you rant about Mr Walesmith and his sticky papers" she giggled, remembering the first time I complained about Mr Walesmith's sticky papers.

I snorted at the memory, still disgusted by the way but what can I do? Thank god I only have history twice a week.

"Well- oh shit wait, flash is being an idiot again" my attention got back to the PC infront of me

"What's new?" Her voice echoed through the phone

"I love you" I laughed clicking the buttons extra hard to fix flash's mistake

"I love you too" she yawned her cute smile never leaving her face.

"I bet if I was beside you right now, you'd sleep like a baby" I stated finally looking at my phone to see her precious y/e/c orbs shining from the screen.

"I'm not even gonna deny that it's like you have a spell or something"

"What can I say? I am very cuddle-able" I shrugged

"That's not a word" she laughed. "You still did not talk to me about you're dayyy" her voice echoed through again singing the last part of her sentence.

"And you're supposed to sleeeeeeep" I replied with the same tone but eventually gave in.

"well, I blew up the lab again, surprise surprise. But Mr Stark forgave me since I helped them with the formula...before it exploded anyways. Thor wanted me to teach him how to play Apex and I agreed so he could play with me right now but he fucked everything up and somehow managed to get his hammer smashed on the screen, Bucky and sam were a pain in the ass blaming me for every single thing that went wrong today, but I got them back and managed to book the tv this Friday so we can watch whatever we wa-" I looked at my phone again making sure that my girlfriend is alive since I didn't hear anything from her and at the same time i looked at the glowing screen I heard a small snore.

Her breathing got heavier due to finally letting her body rest and she cuddled up the pillow beside her mumbling incoherent words then smiling, I looked at her confused wishing I knew what she was dreaming at that time. The game was long forgotten all my attention was on the little gleaming screen infront of me. She smiled some more snuggling her pillow even further.

I honestly never thought I could get jealous of a pillow...yet here i was. I looked at her peaceful face, admiring every bit of her features. Her cheeks getting squashed by her pillow, the little baby hairs that fell to frame her gorgeous face, the my oversized white hoodie that made her look like a cloud, she was perfect.

not to be creepy or anything, I had to take a couple of screenshots...just a little. By a little I mean over 20 screenshots since she keeps smiling all the time and I obviously couldn't stop smiling, you can tell by the screenshots. I was smiling in all of 'em. And I was still confused by that. After i finished my little photoshoot session I turned around to finish my game.

Everybody kept yelling at me for suddenly stopping but I had to, it's y/n we're talking about. they let it slide anyways, since ive always saved their asses. And 10 minutes later, the game was done. I turned off my PC, changed into more comfy clothes and organized my room a bit.

I did all that with y/n still on the line, peacefully sleeping. I took my phone and quietly climbed the bed since I didn't wanna wake her up, and just admired her face for a couple minutes, over and over again thinking how lucky I was to have such an amazing girl in my life.

"Goodnight baby" I whispered not expecting a reply in return... but I got one. She snuggled into her pillow even more.

"Goodnight Peter" her voice has never been softer, her smile has never been purer. "I love you" she, surprisingly, said, still sleeping. I widened my eyes, my mouth opening in awe.

"I love you too" and after that I simply couldn't end the call, I kept my phone propped on the wall in my right since my bed was beside the wall, closed my eyes and slept by the sound of my girlfriends soft breathing.

[delicatedestinystudents]

Body shots with the Avatar of Greed

#obeyme #obeymemammon #mammonxmc #nsfw #bodyshots #ilosemycoolwritingthissopleaseenjoy

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"Body shot time!!" Asmo shouted, gaining the attention of everyone in the room. The Avatar of Lust looked beyond tipsy, his cheeks flushed and his eyes lit up with excitement. Despite this, he still seemed to have a clearer head then most would, hopping down from the table with ease after speaking.

Mammon, on the other hand, seemed rather annoyed, wishing he hadn't of been talked into coming to one of Asmo's parties. He really only agreed to come because (Y/N) wanted to relax and let loose for a night, and even though he'd never admit it, he didn't want to see (Y/N) get into trouble or anything without him. So he agreed. At this point in the night, the white haired demon had only taken a couple shots, opting to have a clearer head, at least for a bit longer.

(Y/N), bless their heart, decided to indulge in just a bit more then recommended, yet still sober enough to have a clear head. They were definitely having fun, giggling and joking with random demons, enjoying the night off from responsibility and worries. Glad they had taken Asmo up on the invitation, they made their way over to the bar, grabbing Asmo's arm. "This. This might be an odd question, but what do you mean by body shots?" They asked, head cocked to the side, curiousity written in their expression.

Asmo giggled, patting their head softly. "Oh honey, you have so much to learn. Mammon! Be a dear and come here!" He called, ordering a few tequila shots.

Mammon let out a gruff sigh, making his way through the crowd slowly to meet up with Asmo and (Y/N), hands in his pockets. "Whadya want?" He asked, seeing the tequila shots.

Asmo gave his brother a devilish grin and held the shots out. "(Y/N) here doesn't know about body shots. You're going to show them what they are," he said, his plan coming into motion.

"W-What?! Why not have other demons show 'em it? Why's it gotta be me?" He asked, his face lit up with a bright blush. As much as he argued against it, he started thinking about, secretly wanting to see how (Y/N) would react to him licking salt off of them.

Asmo pouted before calling another demon over. "Be a dear and show my friend here how to do a body shot," he said. The demon in question nodded eagerly before turning to (Y/N), stepping a bit closer.

Mammon immediately stepped forward, huffing, jealously laced across his face. "You know what, fine. I'll show 'em what a body shot it. But only cause Lucifer would kill me if he found out that a random demon did it with them," he said, glaring at the male demon.

Asmo grinned, resting a hand on (Y/N)'s arm. "I knew you'd agree! After all, you do amazing at body shots. You work wonders with that tongue of yours," he teased, winking at MC, who raised an eyebrow.

Mammon scoffed, a blush tinting his cheeks. "I'll demonstrate, but you gotta explain what it is," he said before asking the bartender for some salt and lime slices, considering Asmo had already gotten the shits of tequila.

(Y/N) perked up, listening closely to what Asmo said, leaning forward a bit to hear him better over the music and the voices. "Alright dear, I need you to hop on the bar and lay down. Then, Mammon is going to put a small line of salt here," Asmo explained, poking at the area just beneath (Y/N)'s collarbone, "he's going to lick the salt off, do a shot, then he's going to take the lime from between your teeth with his mouth. It's very sexual, though, you'll be lucky if he does headbutt you out of embarrassment."

Mammon elbowed Asmo roughly, a scowl on his lips. "I'm not gonna headbutt them, asshole," he said, the blush even more prominate.

(Y/N) also seemed rather flustered, though, after debating the pros and cons of it, they hopped up on the bar and laid back without a word, a silly grin on their lips. "That sounds like fun. I can't wait to have salt licked off of my chest," they teased, eyeing Mammon to judge his reaction.

Asmo stepped back, letting Mammon join (Y/N)'s side. "I-I'm only doing this as a demonstration, there's nothing more to this," the tsundere clarified, ignoring Asmo's eye roll.

(Y/N) held still as Mammon laid out a line of salt just below their collar, making sure their shirt was just far enough out of the way to not mess up the line. He then held out the peice of lime, motioning for them to hold it in their teeth, which they did after hesitation for a moment. He balanced the shot glass against the base of their throat, mentally hyping himself up for this so he didn't mess it up. He didn't want to actually headbutt them like Asmo said he would.

A million thoughts raced through Mammon's head, ranging from 'why did I even come to this party?' all the way to 'they looks beyond amazing laying on the bar in front of me'. He seemed more hyper fixated on the more recent thoughts. 'If I'm gonna to do this, I may as well have fun with it,' he ultimately thought, a slow, cocky grin gracing his lips. "Fuck it," he murmured.

Within a moment, he leaned down and slowly licked the salt off of them, noticing the small jump they made at the sudden contact, a small snicker escaping his mouth, showing them that he saw it. He then knocked the shot back like a professional, throwing a wink at (Y/N) while doing so, only lifting his hand to grab the empty glass before leaning down and taking the lime from (Y/N) 's mouth, making sure to hold eye contact with them the entire time. He then stood up and stepped back, the sudden cockiness replaced by silence and awkwardness.

Asmo broke out in giggles, his phone out to record. "Do you see what a body shot is now, (Y/N)? Mammon did an amazing job of demonstrating, didn't he?"

They started to nod, their face a bright fiery red before they paused, the initial shock of the demon's actions and bravery wearing off. They let out a little laugh, propping themselves up on their elbows. "It was good, but I think I might need some extra examples," they teased, looking towards Mammon, who in turn, choked on the piece of lime before raising an eyebrow at them.

Mammon scoffed a bit, taking up the challenge with almost no hesitation. "Fine then, human. Lay back down, The Great Mammon is going to show you how well he can do body shots, just to prove a point," he replied, calling the bartender over for several more shots, limes, and more salt.

(Y/N) laid back, body filled with anticipation. This night was getting better and better by the moment for them. After all, having feelings for Mammon made this experience a hell of a lot hotter and better to deal with.

For the next half hour or so, Mammon didn continuous body shots off of (Y/N), the shots increasingly becoming more and more sexual as he progressed. At one point, he put the salt close to the waistband of their pants, licking it off slowly, keeping in mind to make (Y/N) as flustered as possible, occasionally swirling his tongue to tease them, enjoying the blush and flustered look in their eyes. Everytime he took the lime from them, he took his time doing it, looking down at them with that signature cocky smile of his.

(Y/N) legitimately couldn't believe how suddenly Mammon became confident, doing shot after shot without seeming even bothered by the amount of alcohol. Even more so, they were shocked by the audacity he had to make it a point to make eye contact every single time. It's almost like he was fucking them with his eyes. And that damn smile was enough to make them lose their cool.

Mammon did one more shot before leaning forward a bit, his breath hot against (Y/N)'s ear, a hand on either side of their body. "You're mine," he said lowly, before sitting up, acting as if he hadn't of just said the one thing that would make (Y/N) fuck him with no second thoughts.

(Y/N) sat up rather quickly after that, getting off the bar and grabbing Mammon's arm, pulling him into a room. Anybody at the party could tell that shit was about to go down in more ways then one. "You cocky son of a-" they started after closing the door to the room, beginning to turn towards him.

Before they could finish, Mammon had them against the door, his eyes narrowed and a knee between their legs. "Shut up," he said before leaning forwards, his lips and teeth trailing across their neck and collar, leaving rough kisses and harsh bites across the tender skin there.

They immediately did what he said to, one hand over their mouth while the other found it's way to his arm, gripping it tightly. "M-Mammon?" They leaned their head to the side, (E/C) eyes shut as they bit back soft moans.

"I said shut it, human. I don't want to hear a sound out of that mouth unless it's my name that you're moaning," he hissed, a hand sliding under their shirt to feel them, hands groping and feeling whatever they could.

They quickly nodded, pushing Mammon back a bit to slip their shirt off, before pulling him back in. He grabbed them, pulling them over to the bed in the room, shoving them down and hoving over them, marking any exposed skin, making sure that everybody knew who this human belonged to. "You're mine and only mine. Nobody else is allowed to touch you or even look at you," he growled, biting at their skin roughly, earning an increase in sounds of pleasure. He moved downwards, marking a path as he reach their waistband, shrugging his jacket off before yanking his shirt over his head. He paused at their pants, looking up at them. As needy as he felt, he didn't want them to be uncomfortable or upset with whatever he did, so he stopped, waiting for any indication that he could keep going.

(Y/N) nodded in response, looking down at him with hooded eyes, wanting him badly. "Keep going," they said, propping up on their elbows.

He grinned, continuing without a second thought, undoing their pants rather quickly, pulling them down just enough to expose them to the air, biting his lip at the sight. "I want to hear every single little sound coming out of that pretty mouth of yours," he said, reaching down to undo his belt with one hand, his other resting against their thigh.

(Y/N) nodded quickly, shifting their legs apart more, reaching down to get themselves ready, biting back moans and whimpers, head back against the bed.

Mammon had gotten himself free by them, pumping himself a few times before batting at (Y/N)'s hand, wanting it out of the way. "Lemme know if it's too much," he murmured, lining himself up with them. He glanced up for reassurance to make sure he was still alright to keep going.

"O-okay, I will," (Y/N) replied, clearly nervous and anticipation a lot. They rested their hands against Mammon's waist, looking up at him with a grin.

Mammon winked at them before pushing in rather quickly, pausing to let them adjust for a moment, impatient. After giving them a moment or two, he wasted no time with some rough thrusts, waiting their reactions in case it was too much. He had wanted to do this for so long, that much was true.

(Y/N) bit back moans, gripping at Mammon's waist tightly, legs finding their way to wrap around his hips. "S-Shit, Mammon-" They started before he put a hand over their mouth.

He growled lowly, rather rough and quick with his hip motions, one hand pinning (Y/N)'s hands over their head while the other covered their mouth. "Shut it. You wouldn't want everyone to know what a mess you are for me, would you?" He asked, cocking his head to the side, eyes narrowed, continuing to slam into them, making sure to go as deep as he could.

(Y/N) was a moaning mess, the sounds muffled by Mammon's hand. They tried to get their hands free so they could feel him, yet he just tightened his grip, earning a low whine in response.

Mammon let out a rough chuckle, not letting up on his pace or roughness. "Maybe you do want everyone to know who you belong to," he said, the hand over their mouth going to grip their hips so he could get a better angle. "You just want them to hear how much of a mess I make you."

(Y/N) choked back a plea, desperate for more. "A-ah, Mammon!" They tugged at their hands, squirming underneath him, face flushed and twisted in pleasure. The sight was driving him crazy, making him feel things he had never felt before.

"You belong to me, understand? Say it," he demanded, feeling himself close. Considering the roughness and the pace he was going at, it was a surprise he lasted this long. (No offense to the babe.)

"I-I belong to you!" (Y/N) replied, eyes rolling and back arching. They were about to go over the edge, tightening around Mammon, using their legs to keep him close. They didn't even seem to care that others would be able to hear them, too overwhelmed with the pleasure to give two fucks. This was the last thing they had thought would happen tonight, but no complaints would be given about it either. It was a fantasy come true.

Mammon kept going, basically slamming into (Y/N) by this point, desperately chasing a high, his grip on their hip tight enough to leave a bruise the next day.

Moments later, (Y/N) came rather adruptly, not giving any warning, legs trembling and a cry of pleasure escaping them. "Mammon!" They were high off of the ecstacy from the feeling, eyes dazed. It almost felt as if everything exploded as once, sending electric shocks through their body.

Mammon groaned lowly, cumming not to long after, still gripping (Y/N)'s hip tightly, breathing hard. He stayed in that position for a moment or two, letting (Y/N) ride out their high as he rode out his, leaning down to leave kisses across their chest.

Once the two calmed down, he shifted upwards pulling back to fix their pants, that shit eating grin back on his lips, the cockiness rolling off of him in waves. "I guess I'll have to do body shots off of you more often if this is what will happen," he joked, earning a sharp jab from the exhausted human.

[b-yeonder]

Hey are the requests open? If so, can you do a a-z nsfw for Lucifer? If they're not open then please ignore this. Anyways, I love your writing and I'm looking forward to more 😊😊😊

I’ve never done one of these before so I hope it’s okay. Also I struggle to take anything seriously so of course there’s gonna be some dumb shit in here. Anyway, hope you enjoy and thank you so much! 

Warnings: NSFW, mentions of murder

NSFW A-Z: LUCIFER

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Lucifer can be rough - he's known to be a sadist after all but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to look after you once he's had his way. Softens his voice, asks if you're okay, if there's anything you need. Will clean you up and praise you for how well you did. If it's him needing the aftercare, he's very quiet, playing over what just happened. Appreciates a drink and gentle caresses to bring him back down to earth

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think that Lucifer has quite a lot of insecurities - being told you're perfect all the time can make you dwell more on your flaws (or what you deem to be flaws.) But one thing he does like is his eyes. He knows he can make you lose yourself in his eyes with a single look. One look from across the room and he can have you begging for him within moments.On you he loves your hands. He doesn't let many people get close, let alone touch him, but your hands can ease his pains and make him feel loved. Massages, caresses, the way you hold his head against your chest at night, or the way you grip his cock so eagerly once he's riled you up. Also ties into a little somethin' I'll mention below in the D section eh ehhhh. (Oh and your mouth is a close second. (And not just because you called him baby boy once and had him malfunctioning for a whole hour.))

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Lucifer doesn't like the thought of cleaning up, so prefers to cum inside you - it's his main way of showing that you're his. But accidents happen and there have been times he's slipped out at the last minute and coated the skin of your stomach/back and for a moment he found himself admiring it - like a new way of marking you as his. Oh he also likes painting your tongue with his cum too because watching you swallow it makes his pride bl o s s o m.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Dirty to him anyway - he actually likes submitting to you. (Once you two are quite established.) Shock horror! But you're the only one he trusts to completely let loose with, and sometimes when you have this much pressure on you it's nice to let someone else take control. BE HONOURED. OH and the hand thing. He will fucking worship your digits. Kiss 'em, suck 'em, nuzzle 'em. OOF. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's been around for a long time, so it goes without saying he's had plenty of experience. He's well versed in the basics and is quick to pick up on every little thing you like to use against you (in the best way possible).

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Likes being able to see your face, to watch every little sound escape your lips, every little sign of pleasure. Feeds off of it. But is not averse to shoving you face first into the mattress and fucking you senseless until you can barely utter a word. So y'know depends on his mood really. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Serious. But dumb shit can happen during sex and even the Mighty First is not immune to this. Will laugh stuff off and get things quickly back on track by muttering naughty things in that delicious voice of his. If you insist on being jokey he'll insist on making it so you can't do anything but moan ;)

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He's a busy guy, but he makes sure to always be groomed. This does mean that things get on top of him and well...don't blame the overworked tired bean if he gets a little unruly down there sometimes, okay?

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

He's almost always quietly praising/encouraging you - in between the teasing of course. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He's a stressed mess, he needs to release his frustrations somehow. Does it less so since you came along, and honestly didn't masturbate too often before, but when he does it's a scene. He takes his time, making sure to work up to a glorious finish so that he can truly relax afterwards.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Probably has a Sir or Daddy kink. Kinda likes choking you as well. One time your hand slipped from his chest to his throat without you thinking and that's when he realised he kinda likes being choked too oii oiiii.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His freakin' giant glorious bed because he's old and has back pain. Also bending you over his desk after rather troublesome days works too.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You teasing him throughout the day. "MC you're eating that corn too sexually I'm going to have to teach you a lesson later." "Did you just call me mum? I don't care if it's an accident, I'm going to have to punish you later." "Did you just breathe? That's it, you asked for it." In all seriousness he rarely shows his want for you on the outside, but inside he'll be raring to ravage you. Depends on the day - one day you could have him popping a boner simply by rubbing your foot against his calf. The next, stripping naked and grinding on his face might not even make him blink. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

"Roleplay as Satan for me, Lucifer." You're probably dead before you even finish speaking those words, sorry I don't make the rules. (Oh wait I kinda do right now oops.)

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Prefers to give as he likes having the power over you to make you come completely undone. Can feel a little vulnerable receiving - maybe he got bitten by a devious ex lover, who knows, but once you get going and his confidence with you grows he likes nothing more than grabbing the back of your head and urging you to take more of him.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He can be both. Fast and rough are his go-to, and when he does go slow, his thrusts are still usually on the harder side.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He loves taking his time with you, as he likes driving you crazy for him but if the mood calls for it he has no issues with bending you over his desk and taking you right then and there. Will probably take extra care of you next time.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Damn straight he's down to experiment. Is curious to see how far both of you can go and what you're willing to do. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Only one round, his back hurts too much. I'm kidding, he can go a few rounds, and can last a long time. There have been a couple occasions he's cum rather fast - either when drunk, or it's been a while since the last time. Gets very embarrassed over it but knows it's natural and happens sometimes. (That’s not the norm though, he promises.)

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He got a bit crazy when you came along. Anything you like the sound of, he has. Already had blindfolds and things to bind you with - rope, ribbons, string cheese, you name it. But now you're here he has a whole collection of toys to tease you with. Even has a favourite vibrator he loves to leave strapped to your thigh so you can't get away from it. Ah, good times.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Biiitch. BIiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch. This monster is the biggest tease. "Hm...I'm not sure you deserve my cock today, MC. Now now, begging will get you nowhere." (It probably will eventually, just saying. ...Maybe.) He'll leave you on read for days but magically turn up just as you're about to pleasure yourself like "nuhuh bitch, not today."

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Fairly quiet - any sounds he does make are low in his throat, deep. Loses control closer to reaching his climax - gets breathier, speaks a little louder and noises are more frequent. Buuut once he did manage to wake up everyone in the house but that was because you'd been teasing him all day, you hadn’t slept together in like a week, and he'd been drinking and-- the list of excuses go on.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Was once convinced to try out women's underwear once after a conversation with Asmo and was pleasantly surprised by how nice his ass looked. Will never EVER tell anyone this though, not even you and shit I shouldn't even be writing this he's probably gonna-- Oh heyyy Lucifer, nothing to see here I was jus--*gurrKH*

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Decent length, decent thickness. Just enough to take a bit of work to fit in but not too much that it's uncomfortable, y'know?

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not very high, definitely not above average. Can definitely go without, but his mind might wander.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends how tired he is, and how much is on his mind. You'll probably be the one to fall asleep first most of the time, which is great because he's good at giving after-sex cuddles. Plus your steady breathing makes it easier for him to sleep as well so...win win?