I'm Pretty Sure I've Said This Before But I Want To Say It Again Because It Won't Stop Rattling In My

I'm pretty sure I've said this before but I want to say it again because it won't stop rattling in my brain

So we know Lucifer likes dumb punny dad jokes

And in the manga, where transformed-into-a-sheep-MC can't remember their name, he names them "Zephyr" as a pun/joke because:

1.) at the moment he was thinking of a name a breeze blew in

2.) a breeze blowing was what made Lucifer pick MC for the exchange program in the first place

The game is obviously a different AU from the manga and MC's name totally depends on whatever each individual player picks

However, MC still gets picked for the exchange program because of the wind scattering all the candidates' documents after Lucifer opened a window and picked MC randomly

Anyway, my point being "Zephyr" is an absolutely amazing name and I'm obsessed with the headcanon that game Lucifer (and only Lucifer) uses it as a nickname for MC

Paper cuts come when you least expect them. You thought it was pathetic that a mature human such as yourself couldn't even flip a page without slicing their skin open, but old Devildom books were made of the worst paper. Super thin, and sharp like a blade when touched at the wrong angle.

The small distraction sucked you out of the novel you were reading and back into reality. You shut the book and shook your hand, waiting for the pain to run its course. These actions did not go unnoticed.

"Let me see your hand," Satan murmured. He was suddenly looming over your armchair and gently cupping your fingers.

"It's not bad, don't worry." You were more concerned about the book's pages. Satan's collection had a lot of rare and expensive tomes. The novel in your lap looked fine, but how angry would Satan get if a drop of blood spilled onto it? He might not verbally assault you like he would others, but you feared he'd sulk about it for at least a few weeks.

Satan pulled a square cloth from his back pocket. He paused to stare at it. It looked fine. Maybe a little wrinkled, but nothing that should have made him frown. "My handkerchief is dirty."

He roughly shoved it back into the pocket and instead lifted the hem of his shirt, then lightly blotted at your wound with the still-warm fabric.

"Hey! Nooo, that's just going to make your clothes harder to clean later." You went to jerk your arm back, but Satan's gentle hold turned into an iron grip. Those abs weren't just for show. "It's gonna stain! Knock it off. I can lick it or something."

"Oh, good idea." Satan's shirt slid back down as he dropped it and knelt. He rested his elbows on the seat cushion, one on either side of your legs.

"I can do it! I can do it!" You tried to stop him, but he was already seductively dragging his tongue over your fingertip. "Don't even thi-- ahhh, Satan come on!"

There was far more blood rushing through your face than in the tiny little cut. It astounded you how Satan could pull off an embarrassing action so smoothly, without hesitation.

"Are you done yet?" You didn't know if it had been five seconds or five minutes, but you thought it was long enough.

"Mmh." He mercifully stopped, giving your palm a quick peck. "Move over."

The armchair was meant for one, but it was big and cushy. If you scooted to the side it could probably fit two. "Why?"

Satan was already climbing into the space next to you, raising you onto his legs. "I'm gonna make sure it doesn't happen again. I'll read to you."

He leaned back into the chair, pulling you along with him, and curled an arm around your waist to reach the novel. "So, which page were you on?"

Vivid dreams

made a side blog for the sole purpose of reading/reblogging fanfic we are so back

anyways hi intro post: I am 19 pronouns he/him and I will make this prettier at some point blahblah (i have procrastinated this for 6 months)

Asking Mammon to teach me how to play pool just so I can drive him insane.

Wearing a short skirt so every time I bend over the table he can get a good look at my pair of yellow and white lacy panties I put on just for him.

Purposely doing horribly so he will come up behind me and press against me and as he guides my hands. Trying desperately to keep it together as I grind myself against him.

Hoping that my teasing gets to him so he will just give in and fuck me on his pool table.

Divider by @benkeibear

today I am thinking about the brothers shoving my face into the pillow while they plow the thoughts right out of my head thank you snd goodnight

Nsfw!

Oh to be shoved face down into a pillow <3

Your tears soaking into the fabric because he’s pounding into you like an animal- only ‘problem’ with this position is that it muffles any moans or whines you make-

But he doesn’t really care about that right now all he wants to do is just push you further into the matress while he fucks you silly~