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[rineptune]

“i am going to fuck you!”

“i am going to fuck you!”

that particular clip from lucifer’s fight with the first ever man to walk the planet—adam—had been playing for what seemed like ages now. it’s become background noise at this point, drowned out by the sinful whimpers of the king himself alongside the occasional creaking of the mattress.

“you were supposed to say— ‘fuck you up,’ my king,” you murmur close to his ear, peppering kisses down to his neck. lucifer was writhing beneath you, his knuckle almost turning white from how hard he’s holding onto your hand.

the intimacy during this heated session almost made him want to cry, if he wasn’t already getting ahead of himself.

“because the latter means something different, yes?”

lucifer nods to your question, struggling to meet your gaze. “y—yes— fuck—sorry, ‘m sorry—“ he doesn’t know what he’s apologizing for; maybe he knows that he made the mistake in the delivery of his message adam, which lead to you getting slightly jealous.

barely.

“don’t apologize,” you hush his apologies by picking up your pace a bit, eliciting a reaction so erotic that you might mistake lucifer for a pornstar. his back arched, drool pooling on the corner of his lips—too cockdrunk to even care how he looked in front of you.

“just enjoy yourself, yeah? you deserve it after the show you put on, my king.”

“uh huh. yes, aha—..! yn, i’m gonna—“

instead of lucifer doing the fucking, he’d prefer to be on the receiving end, not that anyone who heard him on the battlefield during the early extermination would ever know.

[sineptune]

sensitivity at its finest.

“this is mmph..! your fault.”

satoru’s flushed and topless as he squirms on your lap, his breath erratic and sharp. your hands are barely ghosting over his sensitive, erected nipples—which was your fault, or so he says—and he’s already hard and aroused.

“aw babe, i’m trying to help,” you talked him through it.

he squeezed his eyes shut when he felt you remove the bandages from his chest, delicately rubbing the puffy and obviously red buds with cold, smooth, soothing cream. satoru bites back a moan as you roll his nipple between your fingers, taking your sweet time with it and occasionally whispering teasing, soft, degrading words to his ear.

god, you were supposed to relieve him from the pain you caused, but you’re making it worse with your movements that had underlying motives—or so satoru concludes.

he’s to blame too, for he was the one who always begged you to play with his nipples and even suck on them if he had a stressful day for hours on end. and who were you to not pamper your sweet, caring boyfriend?

“y—yn! feels good, too good—hnggh..! hurts —!” satoru whines, overwhelmed with the stimulation.

“i know,” you murmur, kissing his shoulder blade. “just a little more, ok?”

he feverishly nods, pliant and helpless within your touch.

“then,” you hum, guiding satoru’s face to look at what it is that you wanted him to see.

fuck, his boxers were soiled with pre-cum, his dick aching for friction.

“we can take care of your erection there together, too. sound good?”

“hnn.. yes, yes— mm..!”

[imagine-otome-games]

Okay so I'm 99.9% sure that the creator said Graves is left handed (and so am I ahhhhh) so I was wondering if you could do a scene where Graves finds out that the person he's been crushing on hardcore is left handed as well? Thanks a bunch!

໒(⊙ᴗ⊙)७✎▤ I, myself, am right handed.

Though he had never asked you outright, Graves had always been rather observant. He’d picked up from the beginning that you were left handed, watching as you curled your letters on the contract he’d set in front of you, your hand poised carefully not to smudge the ink of the pen. It was a problem he, himself, remembered having trouble with for quite some time in his youth. Over time, he’d learned tricks and tips that would help him get through life in a predominantly right handed world.

It were these tricks and tips that led him to his current predicament right now: braving learning something new and tackling the task of buying items online.

He had acquired the help of Finley to teach him the beginnings of browsing the web and, well after she’d left for home, he’d found himself on some pretty interesting sites. He wondered: did you perhaps need a left handed guitar? He wouldn’t be opposed to buying you one.

Adding item after item to his cart, Graves didn’t really pay any mind to how high the bill was climbing. He was more focused on showcasing his attentiveness to the details that made you who you were.

It wasn’t until he’d filled his cart with nearly every left handed item available on the online store did he realize he should have asked Finely to teach him one more thing: how to checkout.

[rineptune]

hii this is the same anon earlier! if i may req one more time, can i req lucifer x reader where the two of them are close to their sweet release, lucifer begs the reader to get off his lap before coming inside reader but the reader is desperate to get pregnant that they leg lock lucifer? its actually based on a certain porn 💀 you dont have to quote this on your work nor reply at all. xx

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cw / porn

https://twitter.com/CORPSEACHLYS/status/1673460955827834881?t=svBfTYOsR93RQvX3Glt99Q&s=19

desperate requests.

a/n: wrap it before you tap it!

it’s in the heat of the moment that lucifer was lucid enough to remember not to cum in you, remembering he didn’t have a condom on in the first place. he had to bite down a moan to say what he needed to say, but satan, the way you rode lucifer had him squeezing your thighs to ground himself.

“shit, darling, gonna cum,” he warns. “get off, please? a— ha.. holy shit! really, i’m about to cum.”

lucifer groaned, unable to hide how good he felt.

“god, darling— please. i don’t have a condom on.”

“no, no!” you shook your head, bouncing up and down his cock with your hand on his chest to balance yourself. “want you to cum inside, luci.”

“aha.. really? oh, fuck, that’s hot.”

“want your baby so badly,” you whine, desperate to have your request come true. “pretty please? i’ll be good, really, really good.”

your words haven’t even registered in lucifer’s mind, and once you leg-locked him, he knew he was being pushed to the point of no return, and that alone sent him over the edge—cumming with a quiet curse as you came with him.

post-nut clarity made it very clear to lucifer that you wanted to bear his child, so he might as well fulfill your desperate request rather than forbid you, right? you can have everything you want, as long as you can take what you’ve begged of him. meaning you’d have to endure load after load of his cum just to make sure your womb takes what it’s given.

[rineptune]

OMG OmG cockwarming lucifer (like you sit on his cock( and seeing how long he lasts

patience is a virtue.

a/n: yes, just yes

“my love,” you call out to him sweetly, your tone pulling him into a desperate, helpless trance. “is something wrong? you seem feverish.”

he’s breathless when he came to look at you, struggling against the urge to rut up against you and completely enjoy the warmth that only you provided. “darling— oh, shit,” he whimpers, arms snaked around yours as you adjust your position on his lap.

“you’re— ha.. killing me here.”

“it’s fun to see you worked up,” you answer, guiding the stray strands of his bangs away from his eyes. “cute, even.”

this was absolute torture for him. he wanted, craved—needed you so desperately that you must’ve had a clear idea that what you’re doing to him is completely and utterly cruel. he was the king of hell, and yet here he was, begging to fuck you to chase his release—which he was denied for minutes.

he cannot last that long, you knew.

“patience, my love. i love spending our time together like this,” you smiled, cupping his cheeks with your hands. “did you not know that patience is a virtue, hm?”

“fuck patience,” lucifer whined, clawing at your hips, albeit without the intention to mark you.

at least not yet.

“want to fuck you already, please?”

you feigned to ponder over his request.

“hm, no,” then shifting from your position once again.

“aha— shit, that was mean,” he tells you, eyes closed as he tries his best to listen to your words. “i’m not going to last, yn—“ unknowingly, in the midst of his lust-filled lucidity, he had forgotten to play by your rules.

“o— oh, fuck..! sorry! can’t help it, can’t help it,” lucifer chants, unable to stop himself from thrusting his aching cock in you and cumming embarrassingly quickly, too.

lucifer is anything but patient—at least for the time being.

[rineptune]

can you write like a dom lucifer smut where he owns our soul or something 😭

to own and love.

“s—sir, a—ha..!”

you’re helpless and utterly reduced to nothing but a drooling, moaning mess when lucifer’s fucking you on his desk.

you should’ve known better when he summoned you out of the blue, a scowl on his face after he had gotten back from his abrupt visit to his daughter’s hotel. all that you could make out was that some fucker had the sheer audacity to declare himself the perfect candidate to fill in for his absence!

how absurd!

and now you’re receiving the end of his frustrations.

“you like me being rough with you, hm?” his pace is brutal, and you’re not used to this kind of treatment, but you’re not exactly complaining either.

“tell me, sweetheart— oh fuck— mm..! how good i make you feel—how much you love this cock inside you.”

“i— shit, ngh— love your cock so much, sir,” you babbled, too far gone. “y—you make me feel so, so loved. thank you!”

his hips stutter as he came without a warning. lucifer luckily had a condom before he decided to rail you, so it wasn’t much of a problem.

“good,” he chuckles, tracing his fingers on the leash around your neck.

you had no idea how much he loved you, or maybe you do.

“let’s go for another round, yeah?”

[rineptune]

WHAT IF LUCIFER HAVE A CONCUBINE, I MEAN, JUST IMAGINE IT!!

Btw! I love your fics and the way you write!

dearest concubine.

a/n: CONCUBINE!READER SKSKS the thought is just yes

just imagine being lucifer’s concubine. you’re spoiled to the moon and back by the big boss of hell himself, even if you aren’t married to him. by tradition, concubines’ roles are to satisfy sexual endeavors, but lucifer made it known that he saw you as more than just his concubine.

“don’t get shy on me now, hm? you were the one who wanted this. didn’t you, my love?” lucifer’s breathless by the time he had your legs over his shoulders, fucking you into the mattress at a pace that wiped away almost all coherent thought in your brain.

“a— ahm, fuck, luci—“

“remember, this is your punishment for distracting me from my work, angel,” he reminds you with a taunting click of his tongue.

your senses were buzzing, too overstimulated to do anything but take what he’s giving you. you squirm underneath him, though he’s quick to pin your arms down with his.

“don’t move too much, angel. you’re making this— haa..more difficult than it has to be.” coaxing another orgasm out of you had your eyes rolling to the back of your head with a choked sob.

“that’s it, good girl.”

“luci,” you whimper, his pace unrelenting, fueled by the desire to only have his name engraved in your brain because of how good he’s fucking you; maybe even knock you up if he pleased. “i— shit! fuck, j—just missed you, please..”

the heartfelt confession brought a smile to lucifer. “yeah? did your cunt miss me, too?” he hums, kissing you as you did your best to sloppily kiss back. “so honest, so cute. i missed you too, my love. missed having you like this so much.”

“you wouldn’t mind carrying my child too, wouldn’t you?”

mindless and utterly drowned in pleasure, you answer, “yesyesyes— anything for you, anything for you!”

you best believe that his schedule was cleared for the entire week after this. after all, he had to take care of you, didn’t he?

[rineptune]

What if lucifer had a praise kink 😳

sing the praises.

a/n: screaming

“what was that, hm?”

lucifer squirms in your lap, his back pressed up against your chest, your arms guiding him in firm place so as to not fall off and hurt himself. his majesty’s eyes are half-lidded, barely able to keep them from shutting close.

“be— fuck— ha..nice to me, please,” he curses underneath his breath when you once ruined another of his many orgasms by edging him—stopping just when he’s about to cum from your hand stroking his cock, which was soaking your lap and the sheets beneath you with his pre-cum.

“i’ve been good, yn— please!” lucifer begged, small sounds of hiccups emitting from his stuttering lips. “hurts— wanna.. wanna cum already.”

the desperation almost egged you on with this agonizing teasing, but you can’t help but just adore how honest he was being.

“of course you’ve been good, my king.” you nibbled close to his ear, stirring a choked, breathy moan from lucifer.

“pretty, i love it when we’re like this. it gives me the opportunity to spoil my hardworking, beautiful king,” you chuckled. “and who am i to deny your desires when you’ve been so good for me?”

he doesn’t even have the time to process your words—head caught up in the gooey, fluffy feeling of hearing your praises. it drives him to the wall that he could just cum by hearing them.

you were always so fucking honest and kind with your words that he might just want to keep on loving you like this and abandon all of his duties as king.

“aha— shit, may i cum? please, please—“

you replied by placing a soft kiss on his shoulder blade, quickening the pace of your strokes, and pushing lucifer to cum with a whiney “fuck!” within mere seconds.

lucifer lets his head fall to your chest, both breath and body shaky from the sudden feeling of high-rise pleasure.

“you did so well, my king.” you guided his chin for him to look at you, eyes longing with unadultered desire for the demon in front of you.

upon sharing a heated, passionate kiss, lucifer felt himself melt in your arms as he eagerly returned the kiss, still feeling that fluffy feeling in his chest.

[rineptune]

i'm a huge sub lucifer believer but also. i'm shocked lucifer with a corruption kink isn't talked about more

like... as someone with religious trauma. that shits hot. fuckin "you were so devout when you were alive, what would they think of you now with the devil's cock in your mouth?" type shit? god. yes please

devoted to who?

a/n: next level brain activity; i like it. screaming, i need this man so bad

“look at you,” lucifer says lovingly, “all presented to me just. like. this.” 

his words are dangerously slow, emphasizing each word that’s accompanied by a breathy moan as he coaxes you to look up at him. and you do, without much restraint against the devil himself.

“you’re so beautiful like this, dove,” you nearly gag at his sweet praise, cheeks tear-stricken not from how lucifer was rough with you—no, how he treated you was from it—he treated you as if you’re a delicate flower.

one that he desires to corrupt, that is.

“you were so devoted when you were alive,” he chuckled.

“i wonder... what would they think of you now when you have the devil’s cock in your mouth, hm?”

and you’re reminded that you were indeed sucking lucifer’s cock as if your life on earth had deprived you of the pleasure of doing so; well, that part was true. the back of your throat hurts, your jaw going slack as you bob your head alongside guidance, but not once did it ever cross your mind to stop.

“it’s addicting, isn’t it?”

“mmph..!”

“ah ah ah,” lucifer tuts. 

“you know better than to try and speak when your mouth is full, my dove.”

if your former fellow believers saw you now, would they shun you? shame you for indulging in the acts that you lived your human life going against?

outcast you for losing the purity that you swore to reserve for the man you were supposed to marry?

lucifer’s voice doesn’t let you think too far, though. as if he knows just how you’re feeling—what you’re thinking in this exact moment.

“you’d rather do this, right, dove?” he asks.

with little consciousness left in your brain to decide, you nod. lucifer smiles, and you’re unaware that you’ve just signed yourself a paperless deal to be his loving, perfect little devoted dove.

“that’s good, fuck— yeah.. mm. don’t worry; i’ll take good care of you. as long as you devote yourself to me and only me, hm?”

“mmhm..”

“good dove.”

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a moment of triumph.

a once-in-neptune’s-lifetime tribute to vox stans for his win on an x poll (that i was not aware of until he actually won). also for @voxasks’ milestone or wtvr

“are you enjoying yourself, hm?”

“aaha— fuck— mmmh, shit!”

there was no coherent reply from vox, and he wasn’t even sure if he could think of something to say to you with the way you’re pumping his aching dick at a pace that had his system shortcircuiting every few seconds.

god, he could feel your very movement—intense and calculated—to the point that he came all over himself a handful of times already. vox’s eyes were shut, breathlessly whimpering how good he felt underneath your grasp.

“what would happen if we were to go live now, hm?” your voice barely made it to him, and the thought sends absolute chills to vox’s body.

“after all... publicity is still publicity, isn’t that right, whore?”

vox grits his teeth, though it falters the moment you pay attention to his leaking tip. so messy and delicious, he knows you’d ravish him later on into the night. the night has only begun, after all.

“f—fuck you, you s̷̯͙̮̓͆a̸͚͙̐̂d̶̞̈́i̸̱͎̦͆s̸̮̹̝̈́͠t̷̺̻͘i̵̝̘͝c̸̼͇̯̱͂̎͗̚ b̸̩̰͓́ȋ̵̛̠̱̬́̐t̶̤̞̉̋͝ͅc̴̥̜̻͔͒͐̉̇h̶̬̩̙͌̋.”

“hush,” and all snark and hostileness died down on his throat when he came unexpectedly all over your hand. his back arched, twitching as ropes of thick cum spurted out, a clear result of how you handled him.

“you love it, don’t you, vo?”

“g—fuck— so g̶̈́̓̽͑͜o̷̧͗͑͒ȍ̴̥͈d̵̠̺̥̍ͅ, feels so good—“

he’s rambling, all thoughts wiped out and replaced by clouded thoughts of lust and high-rise pleasure. and it’s all because of you, of course.

“give me another one, yeah?”

“can’t—” vox whimpered, shaking like a leaf, “h̵̢̐͐ű̴͇͕̿̍͠ř̷̠̯̩̆͆t̶̗̜̥͛̏̋̈́s̶̬͓͈̠̔̉. i can’t anymore.”

“pathetic,” you scoff, though you relented and let him have his much deserved rest.

“but i’ll let it slide this time. you did win, didn’t you, pretty boy?”

vox manages to nod, collapsing against your arms with a whine of finally grasping warmth and solace. and once he relaxed, the power throughout pride went out, and all fell silent, but you knew vox basks in the moment of triumph, contented of his reward from you.

[rineptune]

((First time making an NSFW request… like ever so let’s hope I do this right 😅))

Could I request Lucifer x Reader where the reader is super shy about letting Lucifer go down on them cause they’ve been made to feel bad/dirty about receiving oral by past lovers. Lucifer reassures them that there’s nothing wrong with them for wanting this and that it’s not a chore to do so.

never a bother, moreso a blessing.

a/n: dw you totally did it right, nonnie!

“luci, you really don’t have to—“

“sweetheart, i want to,” lucifer reassures, his fingers trailing sensual, light kisses from your chest all the way down to your obviously aroused sex.

“nmmh.. i could just give you head instead—“

“why’re you so hesitant to let me give you oral, hm?”

lucifer’s noticed.

everytime you two made love, you always declined whenever he wanted to give you oral.

you’re embarrassed to admit it, but nevertheless, you decided to be open about it to your husband. he deserved to know, at the very least.

“i’m just— not used to it, since.. uhm, my past lovers didn’t really like the idea and humiliated me that one time— but— it’s really ok—!“

“what?” he asks, surprised.

“yn, no, my love. it’s not ok to be humiliated for wanting something as simple as that,” lucifer tells you.

“will you’ll let me prove it to you?”

shyly, you nod.

lucifer doesn’t waste anymore time and went down on you, leisurely lapping at your cunt as if there was no tomorrow—as if he were a starved man with a mission to make you cum all over his face.

god, his forked tongue against your sensitive clit had you squirming because it was so stimulating that you might cum already when he’s just started.

“l—lucifer— ack! h— hngh..! feels weird,” you cry out his name, fisting his hair to ground yourself.

your husband looks at you through his lust-hazed eyes, internally smiling to himself as he eats you out. and when you came too quickly to give him a proper warning, he feels like he’s been blessed just because he’s able to taste you—make you cum undone for him like this.

“oh, luci— i’m sorry, it got on your face—“

“it’s fine, it’s fine,” he reassures you as he licks it off the corners of his lips.

“i wanna go again, please? cum for me again, just like that?”

and who were you to deny him?

[rineptune]

Can I please request Lucifer going down on aa reader who’s never received head before? I just feel like he’d be absolutely dumbfounded that no one’s ever done something just to make you feel good. And also I think he definitely wouldn’t stop until you cum 🤤

a first for everything.

a/n: had to make this an afab! ver, but i’ll make an amab! ver soon (maybe 😶‍🌫️)

lucifer who is so eager to give you head, eager to hear you moaning out his name that everyone in hell might as well hear it.

lucifer who is absolutely dumbfounded when you told him that no one’s given you head before, but makes it his personal mission to make you cum with just his tongue—and would make sure to rip out orgasm after orgasm from you, his sweet, loving wife.

lucifer who absolutely lives to get drunk on your pussy.

“f—fuck! luci, please, haa..—!”

lucifer holds onto your thighs, keeping them presenting for him and him only, though being crushed by them isn’t entirely bad, too.

whether you were begging him for a break or to keep going is drowned by the sinful sounds of lucifer eating you out. god, it was too much that your brain couldn’t think rationally for you.

that’s ok; you’re always well taken care of whenever you’re with lucifer.

“gonna cum for me, beautiful?” he asks, tone sultry and smooth that it had you coming with a cry of his name.

“there we go, good girl.”

you’re eyes are brimming with tears, and lucifer coos as he wipes them away for you. he thinks that once you regain your breath, you’d let him pull another one out of you.

“luci..” you hiccup, lacing your hand with his.

“did it exceed your expectations, my love? it’s the first of many you’ll be getting tonight because you deserve it, and so much more, yeah?”

[rineptune]

Teasing stolas till he breaks

Also I love the way you write your one of my favorite blogs

breaking point.

a/n: cmere ang let me give you a hug (w/consent ofc) i know owls have cloaca, but it’s not called cloaca in this fic

“baby, have you given up yet?”

your voice is smooth and sultry by the time it reaches stolas’ ears. the humiliating sound of squelch and pants lingered throughout the room, harmonizing into a cozy, alluring atmosphere that had you addicted.

addicted to your beloved husband, stolas, of course. 

you watch as your fingers are greedily swallowed by his cunt, each simple thrust has him struggling to bite back desparate moans.

“i— don’t—haven’t—nghh!” stolas keen when you curl your fingers just at the right spot, and yet the stimulation isn’t enough. it’s not enough, and he’s obviously frustrated, given the tears that streaked down his cheeks. 

“want it, please—” he whimpers, pulling you close to indulge him in a lust-struck kiss. you indulge him, finding pleasure in seeing your husband from time to time—close to breaking point. 

“but you were being bratty earlier, no?” you murmur between kisses.

“no, no— agh—mmhm! won’t do it again, not again. won’t be bratty again,” stolas tells you in sobs. “want your cock to mold my pussy perfectly, fuck me ‘til daylight comes, and be stuffed full of your cum, please, darling—!”

pleased, you removed your fingers from his cunt, prodding your soaked fingers to his mouth, which he took without a second thought. he moans around your digits, just enough to reduce him to a toy under your mercy.

“good, you don’t have to fight it. i know what you want, and it’s a good thing you still remember your manners,” you sigh happily. “don’t worry, baby. i’ll take good care of you.”

[rineptune]

can you write smthn with reader on a leash but domming lucifer and making him beg? sweet degradation (like.. “so sweet how desperate you are for me”) IF THAT MAKES SENSE?

taking care of the king.

a/n: IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE

“yn,” lucifer’s tears are known at this point when he wipes them away with his hand, and how pretty he looked beneath you, eyes glossy with tears, presenting himself without much restraint, made the strain of your cock against your pants much more evident.

“fuck me already— god, please,” he hiccups.

“it hurts— wanna cum pleasepleaseplease.”

“hm, you know how to beg, my king. do it, and i might just indulge you with your endeavors,” you coo.

he bit his lip, weakly grasping at the end of your leash, golden and glowing within his fingertips, and used it to tug you closer, taking comfort in the close proximity during such an intimate moment. lucifer sighs shakily, his hand that held the leash digging into your back—you were sure it’d leave promiment scratches, not that you’d mind.

it’s ironic.

lucifer had you on a leash, but he was the one begging most of the time.

then again, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“beg, my king. like how i taught you.”

“w— want you to fuck me, please.” lucifer pants in your ear, shivering when he hears you unbuckle your belt. “and fuck me ‘til i can’t walk or even think straight. please, yn.”

“good boy, using your words.”

you reward him by aligning your cock against his hole, just the tip for now. “it’s so sweet, how desperate you are for me.”

“my sweet, beloved king, begging me—needing me to satisfy him. i’m flattered. it’s a shame that no one in hell could see their king beg for a sinner’s cock.”

lucifer shakes unknowingly; it’s driving him against the wall. your cock—even just the tip of it—and he’s already wanting for more, your soft degradation followed with warm, gooey words that had him on cloud nine, and how you tended to his needs—it all was too much.

and yet he wanted more.

“that’s ok, though.”

your fingers caressed his lips; lucifer takes them into his mouth, and slowly yet surely you eased yourself into him.

“i’d prefer if you only begged for me, right, my king?”

lucifer could only nod, the chains on your leash not forgotten, as you made sure he held onto it throughout the night so he didn’t forget that you’re his.

though you doubt he would ever forget.

[rineptune]

#classic ໒꒱ ink - sfw #smudged ໒꒱ ink - nsfw #quenched ໒꒱ thirst - thirst

hazbin hotel

lucifer morningstar

“i am going to fuck you!” - correcting lucifer’s delivery of his message.

sing the praises - lucifer has a thing for praise.

patience is a virtue - cockwarming lucifer to see how long he lasts.

hell’s greatest parent - there’s a new contender to be charlie’s parent.

dearest concubine - you’re lucifer’s concubine.

desperate requests - you’re desperate to have his baby.

taking care of the king - lucifer may have you on a leash, but he’s the one to beg.

to own and love - lucifer owns your soul.

never a bother, moreso a blessing - he reassures you that wanting oral is normal.

a first for everything - lucifer gives you oral for the first time.

nimble touches - you help lucifer groom his wings.

devoted to who? - lucifer just wants to corrupt his new devotee.

alastor

devil’s paradise - you find out that you’re pregnant and are unsure of how to tell alastor.

inconvenient timing - your water breaks at the most inconvenient timing; part 2 of devil’s paradise.

what’s left of us - you patch up alastor’s gash.

under your skin - alastor hates aristocrat hellborns.

bloody hell - the new vampire overlord might just have a lot in common with alastor.

angel dust

differently - angel dust catches the attention of a certain monarch from lust ring.

vox

a moment of triumph - you reward vox because he won.

helluva boss

stolas goetia

breaking point - teasing stolas ‘til he breaks

[sineptune]

#classic ໒꒱ ink - sfw #smudged ໒꒱ ink - nsfw #quenched ໒꒱ thirst - thirst

boku no hero academia

jujutsu kaisen

gojo satoru

sensitivity at its finest - you help satoru with sore, sensitive nipples.