!! !! Rules For Requests.

!! 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 !! rules for requests.

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requests are semi-open ! i work full time and am busy outside of work so i can’t guarantee i’ll get to requests in a timely manner.

i’m open to writing most things but i will refuse things i’m not comfortable with. i accept writing requests in my ask box and on my ao3. if you request please state that it’s a request ! i may cross post requests on my ao3/tumblr.

I WILL NOT WRITE ANYTHING LEWD ABOUT LUKE OR ANY CHILD. IF YOU EVEN TRY TO ASK I WILL BLOCK YOU.

• SFW topics i will write ; fluff. crack!fics. angst. au’s. soulmates. etc… literally anything fluff.

• NSFW topics i will write ; lime. lemon. dom/sub. bdsm. rough sex. (ie. choking, manhandling, etc). impact play (ie. slapping, spanking, etc). monster fucking. age gap (only 18+). anal. double penetration. cnc. breeding. praise/degradation.

• topics/kinks i will NOT write ; incest. underage/pedophilia. infantilism. piss/scat. watersports. vore. vomit. beastiality. foot fetish. furries. gun play.

even if you’d like me to write something i didn’t list, you can always ask ! i’ve been out of writing for a few years and i’m looking to get back into it so i’ll probably write most anything requested for practice.

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this will be updated as i see fit. — ✰ moody

unlike jesus i have never dropped a toss

@bizarrebankai asked:

husband!Lucifer would kiss your ring on your hand a lot and he'd kiss along your knuckles too 😔 like he'd just be sitting next to you or something and he'd look over at you on your phone and he'd see that shiny diamond flash and he'd grab your hand and kiss the finger and then your knuckles <3 and he'd just say stuff like, "My darling wife..." "The ring still looks so good on you..." raaudjffhskdbs

[ smutty follow-up because we can't be tamed ]

okay but like can we pleeeeease talk about sappy old man Luci for a sec?

➤ thinking about: Luci putting a ring on it

lucifer x gn!reader | sfw | tipsy wedding night fluff

he wants everything to be perfect for you, and your ring is no exception. he's not going to surprise you with a ring because he wants you to love the ring he slips onto your finger. he wants you to love it so much that you never want to take it off again. the devildom has master jewelcrafters he plans to consult later, but first he takes you to the human world so you can show him the styles you like or don't like. it's fascinating listening to you talk through your preferences. the things you wear are a reflection of you. in all the three realms, he's one of the lucky few that gets to understand why you like the things you do.

when he finally slips the ring onto your finger on your wedding day, you don't look shocked. you're not supposed to, because you designed it together. there are a few surprises he'll tell you about later, like the minor warding spells imbued into the precious stones, or the engraving etched into the inside of the band. the look on your face when you hold up your hand and admire the ring on your finger is nothing less than happy, loving contentment. he'll never forget this perfect moment.

after the wedding reception and far too much demonus, two of his brothers help you take him back to the house of lamentation. you changed out of your wedding attire before the party, but lucifer's still wearing his tux—or most of it, anyway. you're not sure where his bow tie is, and the buttons of his shirt collar are undone. his black-grey bangs are a little damp with sweat from feasting and drinking and dancing the night away together.

you shoo the others away and shake your head at your silly husband who sits on the edge of the bed and stares at you with the biggest grin on his face.

we're married.

yes we are.

how did I get so lucky?

his voice is so syrupy-sweet and you assume it's from the booze, but his bright ruby eyes shine with adoration like you're the most perfect, gorgeous thing he's ever seen.

you kneel at his feet to hide your own bashfulness and you slip the dress shoes off his feet. you pat his knee gently to let him know you're done, but he takes your hand and brings it to his mouth. he kisses your fingers, his half-lidded eyes lingering on the twinkling band of gems and metal around your finger.

mine, he murmurs happily, bringing your hand to his cheek and nuzzling into your palm with a sigh. his hand covers yours, and your own ring on his finger glints in the candlelight of his room.

yours.

── imagine lucifer putting you in all sorts of sinful positions during sex as punishment for being ashamed when it comes to exposing your naked body to him—he didn’t like the way you clamped your legs together when he was going down on you, nor the way you crossed your arms over your bare chest. such feeble attempts at hiding your most beautiful parts from him. pathetic. so now lucifer has your legs up in the air, palms pressed against the back of your thighs to part you as he eats you out. it’s so lewd. the way he has you open like this is embarrassing—it also doesn’t help how loud he’s eating you out. wet squelches mixed with his deep groans. how naughty. you can forget about attempting to close them together because lucifer’s grip is unyielding. he doesn’t forget to pin your wrists above your head with one hand while he plays with your breasts—one mound in his mouth, and the other stimulated by his free hand. but this is nothing compared to when lucifer decides to use his favourite toys on you—the leg spreader bar, and metal cuffs. that way, you’ll be completely at his mercy, the parts that you’ve tried to hide before are out in the open for him—to see, and touch for as long as he pleases because with him, there’s nothing you can hide no matter how much you try.

Satan: Fuck.

Lucifer: We've got to work on your cursing.

Satan: Why? I'm pretty good at cursing already.

hate when men are like, "Aw, you're so wet, that must be embarrassing for you."

like bro u are literally hard. u get hard. that is a little dog right there u are literally wagging ur tail. that is a little pet rock do not talk to me.