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Uhhh send kinktober requests

I’m accepting up to 50, and I’ll write them as thirsts

Then I’ll make them into one shots

Here is my current to-do list:

Get requests

Wait for October

Write out all of these

Finish that one simeon request

Turn them all into full oneshots

Literally everything else I have to do but writing smut takes priority over irl responsibilities /hj

Here is the info on requests

I will write 400-800 words for each thirst

After, I will write usually 1000-3000 words for a oneshot, 2500 being my current record for a request I ended up dropping on a different website under a different name so don’t look for me

I will write anything that isn’t pedophelia, piss, scat, organ play, and straight up non-con (dub-com and cnc are ok tho)

I’m looking for as many requests as possible, because I might do some of them after kinktober is over

Anyways, please request I’m desperate

Kinktober 2022

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☆𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓚𝓣𝓞𝓑𝓔𝓡!!

• All characters involved in Kinktober are and or have been up to age 18+. No minors are involved without an aged up.

𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 1 🖤

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Oct.1st: Tengen w/…Spanking!

Oct.2nd: Gojo w/…Overstim!

Oct.3rd: Kyojuro w/…Thigh riding!

Oct.4th: Toji w/…Daddy Kink!

Oct.5th: Obanai w/…Showersex!

Oct.6th: Geto w/…Hair Pulling!

Oct.7th: Sekido w/…Edging!

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╓┈♔◦☓◦☙◦👻◦☙◦☓◦♔┈╖

𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 2.🧡

Oct.8th: Sukuna w/…Cum play!

Oct.9th: Aizetsu w/…Hate sex!

Oct.10th: Choso w/…Praise kink!

Oct.11th: Sanemi w/… Degradation kink!

Oct.12th: Nanami w/… Baker!reader!

Oct.13th: Douma w/… Teasing!

Oct.14th: Yuuji w/… First time!

╙┈♔◦☓◦☙◦👻◦☙◦☓◦♔┈╜

─. ☆: *. 🎃 .* :☆ﾟ .─

𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 3!🤍

Oct.15th: Takemichi w/… Wet Dreams!

Oct.16th: Lucifer w/… Choking!

Oct.17th: Manjiro Sano w/… Thigh riding!

Oct.18th: Satan w/… Begging!

Oct.19th: Ran Haitani w/… Semi public!

Oct.20th: Barbatos w/… Thief AU!

Oct.21st: Hanma w/… Seduction!

─. ☆: *. 🎃 .* :☆ﾟ .─

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𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 4!💀

Oct.22nd: Asmodeus w/… Internet Celeb!

Oct.23rd: Mitsuya w/… Modeling!

Oct.24th: Mammon w/… Sharing a bed!

Oct.25th: Rindou w/… Mafia!

Oct.26th: Diavolo w/… Hired Maid!

Oct.27th: Wakasa w/… Break up Make Up!

Oct.28th: Leviathan w/… Famous Popstar!

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29𝓽𝓱-31𝓼𝓽

☆•🖤 ⥤ 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭, 𝓒𝓪𝓷𝓭𝔂, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓲𝓮𝓼! ( 𝓜𝓾𝔃𝓪𝓷 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻... 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵.)

✩.･*:｡≻──⋆☆⋆──.•*:｡✩

♡•☆ 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 1 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓞𝓬𝓽 1𝓼𝓽. 𝓢𝓸 𝓾𝓱 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓱! 𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓪 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓘 𝓰𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓼.. 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭𝓾𝓵𝓮, 𝓲𝓯 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓭𝓸 𝓭𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓾𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓪𝓭𝓼. 𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂! 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓪 𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷! 🎃💙

Can someone find a fic for me??? It’s diavolo x Lucifer x Solomon with sub luci. It’s got a hypno collar and I’ve been looking for it for days now someone help I’m so desperate

For those wondering I found it and like a day later it was deleted😭 it’s called spoiled kitty and their new account is @2af-afterdark but they havnt re-uploaded it yet sooooooo…

Hope you're fine with taking requests, can I have some drabbles with WHB Leviathan and Lucifer, in which they cum too much inside MC that they cry and try to kick the kings away pls 😋

Very sort drabbles im so sorry, i hope you will like this regardless!!! I tried my best with this hhhh

ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: SMUT, 18+ (MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DON’T INTERACT), Bad English, GN Reader (no body description or pronouns), Dom Characters, Overstimulation, Dubcon?, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ My blog contains dark content, be careful when interacting/following! Please if you like my work don't forget to reblog/interact with me♡ Minors, ageless, blank blogs, and silent readers will get blocked if interact with me. ➳ Characters: Leviathan, Lucifer

⤠ While you are ovulating ⤟ WHB Masterlist ⤠ Lucifer w/sex toys ⤟

✧˚·. Leviathan

“Stop complaining and stay still” he says as he still deep inside of you, your juices now mixing together to ruin the sheets underneath you two. 

“It’s... It’s too much...” you plea between your sobs, desperately trying to get him off of you by kicking him, something that only makes him anger. Leviathan free hand goes to your neck, squeezing rather roughly with an annoyed expression on his face. 

“Tch. Stop fucking moving and be still.” he says with such a roughness you feel yourself getting wetter, your broken moans coming out of your mouth as he keeps moving against you with further force than before. 

“You are going to do what I tell you. Stay beneath me and take what I give you.” he squeeze your neck again, making you see black dots around your vision but also stars, it feels so good it hurts. 

And you cum, embaressingly so, feeling Levi cock twitching inside of you before he paints your tight walls white. 

“Good. We aren’t done yet.” 

✧˚·. Lucifer

“Yes, good. Very good. Keep crying for me.” Lucifer says, licking your tears away with his tongue, humming in pleasure when that salty taste gets on his mouth. Your tears are so tasty, he could eat them forever. 

“L, luci... Please...” you sob at his fast and deep thrusts, feeling the overstimulation and extremely full of his semen to the point where it was leaking out from your hole, ruining the sheets beneath.  

You try to kick him off you, but he stops your kick with his free hand with a smirk appearing on his face. Lucifer takes your thighs and forces your legs to be on his shoulder, so that all you can do is take his cock and what he gives you. 

“Please what? We haven’t finished yet. Aren’t you happy that im finally giving you attention my dear?” 

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Hope you're fine with taking requests, can I have some drabbles with WHB Leviathan and Lucifer, in which they cum too much inside MC that they cry and try to kick the kings away pls 😋

Very sort drabbles im so sorry, i hope you will like this regardless!!! I tried my best with this hhhh

ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: SMUT, 18+ (MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DON’T INTERACT), Bad English, GN Reader (no body description or pronouns), Dom Characters, Overstimulation, Dubcon?, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ My blog contains dark content, be careful when interacting/following! Please if you like my work don't forget to reblog/interact with me♡ Minors, ageless, blank blogs, and silent readers will get blocked if interact with me. ➳ Characters: Leviathan, Lucifer

⤠ While you are ovulating ⤟ WHB Masterlist ⤠ Lucifer w/sex toys ⤟

✧˚·. Leviathan

“Stop complaining and stay still” he says as he still deep inside of you, your juices now mixing together to ruin the sheets underneath you two. 

“It’s... It’s too much...” you plea between your sobs, desperately trying to get him off of you by kicking him, something that only makes him anger. Leviathan free hand goes to your neck, squeezing rather roughly with an annoyed expression on his face. 

“Tch. Stop fucking moving and be still.” he says with such a roughness you feel yourself getting wetter, your broken moans coming out of your mouth as he keeps moving against you with further force than before. 

“You are going to do what I tell you. Stay beneath me and take what I give you.” he squeeze your neck again, making you see black dots around your vision but also stars, it feels so good it hurts. 

And you cum, embaressingly so, feeling Levi cock twitching inside of you before he paints your tight walls white. 

“Good. We aren’t done yet.” 

✧˚·. Lucifer

“Yes, good. Very good. Keep crying for me.” Lucifer says, licking your tears away with his tongue, humming in pleasure when that salty taste gets on his mouth. Your tears are so tasty, he could eat them forever. 

“L, luci... Please...” you sob at his fast and deep thrusts, feeling the overstimulation and extremely full of his semen to the point where it was leaking out from your hole, ruining the sheets beneath.  

You try to kick him off you, but he stops your kick with his free hand with a smirk appearing on his face. Lucifer takes your thighs and forces your legs to be on his shoulder, so that all you can do is take his cock and what he gives you. 

“Please what? We haven’t finished yet. Aren’t you happy that im finally giving you attention my dear?” 

This work belongs to @/alj0saray, do not repost, translate, copy, rewrite or share on tiktok without my permission. Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged♡

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Thinking about Soft!Lucifer comforting you while he takes your virginity. 

You’re so nervous, especially since your first time is going to be a demon. You trust Lucifer completely, and yet you can’t help but tremble beneath him. He prepared you so well, so thoroughly but gently, a show of how much he cared for you. 

“You’re alright, little one,” He cooed down at you, “I’ll be gentle with you. I promise.” 

His words made you feel warm inside, helped you calm down a bit and relax into the mattress. You tried to get comfortable as he lifted your legs, snuggling into the warm blankets and tucking a large pillow behind your head. 

The stretch of Lucifer first entering you was the hardest part. It didn’t burn the way you were worried it would—possibly due to a bit of magic work on Lucifer’s end—but it was still strenuous. 

He paused once he had fully sheathed himself inside of you, stroking your face gently and looking into your teary eyes as he praised you.

“Oh my little human, you’ve done so well. I know, it’s big, I’m sorry sweetheart.” 

“Don’t cry, sweet baby, you’re doing just fine. You took it so well.”

“I’m going to make you feel amazing, love, so good you’ll forget everything else.” 

And he makes more than good on his promise. 

He’ll start slow and gentle just as he said, only picking up the pace when and if you ask him to, but when he has your little virgin hole clenching around him so tightly it’s hard to control himself.

He’s getting closer and closer to his climax, and it’s getting harder and harder to hold back. 

“L-Lucifer—! Please, please slow down!” You whimper, gripping onto him like your life depends on it. 

“I can’t, sweetheart—“ He admits, “I can’t…not when you feel so amazing—“ 

All you can do until he cums is hold onto him, and he’ll gladly hold you if you’d like. 

“It’s alright, my darling, I’ll hold you…I’ll always be here to hold you…” 

The cute noises you make when you get close to cumming tug at his heart strings a bit. They’re so pathetic and needy, a clear sign that you’re overwhelmed, but you’re both so close. The way your back arches with one last call of his name as you orgasm is enough to have him releasing inside of you right after, and your moans don’t quiet completely until his thrusts have finally slowed to a stop and he’s collapsed on top of you. 

“Oh baby,” He whispers as he pulls you in close, cock still nestled deep inside of you. “That was a lot for you, wasn’t it? Oh, but you took it so, so well. I’m so proud of you.”

You’re tired, exhausted even. It’s plain on your face, in the way your eyelids flutter and struggle to stay open. 

“Go on, my love,” Lucifer mutters against your skin as he plants a kiss on your forehead, “Off to sleep with you. I’ll be here to take care of you when you wake up.” 

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✨Lucifer Morningstar NSFW Headcanons✨

Sub/Switch and you know I'm right! He loves when you call the shots

In a more dominant role, he's extremely gentle, makes sure you're okay throughout

Kissing is a must with him, he loves the feeling of your lips! Your make out sessions could go on for a while

He explores your body with his hands as much as he can, touching every single inch of you. He loves your thighs and stomach the most, but he can never resist groping your tits and burying his face in them

It's extremely important to both of you that you're having fun and laughing, you love being silly together when doing the deed <3

Loves pet names!! For you, it's "(my) love", "sweetheart", "duckling", and "angel". For him, he likes to be called "baby", "good boy", and "Luci"

Loves marking you as his, be it hickies or gentle scratches, he loves knowing you're his (bites down on your neck and shoulder A LOT)

EXTREMELY SENSITIVE, this man gets hard from the slightest of touches! He gets embarrassed but you love it!

Around a 7-7.5 inch cock when hard, normal girth but veiny!

WILL EAT YOU OUT FOR HOURS!! I'm talking non-stop cunnilingus, he loves the taste of you and he loves you bringing you to multiple orgasms! Your moans turn him on to an unhealthy degree

Definitely more of a giver but will never turn down a blowjob from you, he gets SUPER red in the face when you look up at him while you suck him off

He's not extremely kinky but is willing to try most things at least once if you bring it up!

When subbing, he loves to watch you bounce on his cock, using him as you please.

Even with his sensitivity, he loves being edged, not being allowed to cum until you say so. He thrives on being brought to the edge only for you to stop moving and have him beg for you to let him cum (his whimpers are EVERYTHING)

He's very vocal! No just with his moans and whimpers, but he loves talking to you in the heat of the moment, king of whispering sweet nothings; "you feel so good, my angel", "my little duckling"

Pegging!!! He's scared to admit at first, but when he opens up about it, you're more than happy to oblige

Always has you cum first, making you feel good is the most important thing to him

When he thrusts into you, it always starts at a slow and gentle pace, only picking up speed when he's close to an orgasm

You always know when he's about to cum, he scrunches his face real tight and his breathing becomes very labored, your name is the only thing he can say

CREAMPIES BABY, all day every day, absolutely loves cumming inside you! He thinks it's super hot when you swallow his cum too

He has a very high sex drive when it comes to you, you could have multiple rounds a day and he's still want more of you!

Aftercare is everything! Cuddles are his favorite, he could be the big spoon or little spoon, depending on how he feels

He loves wrapping his arms around you and holding you close, peppering kisses on the back of your neck and shoulder, NEEDS to hold your hand and interlock your fingers

But he also loves being held, especially after subbing, he needs a lot of reassurance, he adores when you tell him how much you love him and care for him

Falling asleep in each other's arms is his own version of heaven <3

Just a short NSFW one shot/drabble of Lucifer x Lilith. They are my otp and I ship them as switches however for this one shot Lucifer takes a more submissive role, I will explore him taking a dominant role also in the future. This is intended to be from Lilith’s point of view but it is my first time. Regardless I hope it delights~ :3

⚠️ 18+! NSFW ⚠️

Lilith gently twirled the delicate glass stem of the champagne flute she was holding between her fingers. She made no attempt to sip from it’s contents and instead appeared to be studying the glass. The occasional “hmm” and “Is that so?” were offered by the lavender blonde from time-to-time but she wasn’t really engaged with the discussion being had, her attention had been captured elsewhere. The scene was one of familiarity, a regular get together between the Von Eldritch family and the Morningstars much like any other. Yet despite the scene being ever so familiar something was off. They were all laughing and having fun and Lucifer wasn’t not joining in exactly but he seemed somewhat distracted and had been for the better part of the evening.

The conversation amongst the small group ebbed and flowed seamlessly around them and Lucifer had been participating enough for no one else to notice anything was off about the King of Hell’s demeanour but of course Lilith was not fooled. She was deeply attuned to the Sin of pride, he was her soulmate and had been her entire world since the day she first encountered him in the garden of Eden. His every little facet was a precious secret she guarded close to her heart and his every emotion fluttered through the air around him, resonating with her like they were her own. She felt them all so intimately within her soul. He would always be her beautiful, wonderful, awe inspiring little Angel, fallen or not. Which was why she had known something had been off early on in the evening and had noticed as it had become more visibly pronounced.

Lilith had been watching Lucifer throughout the party and his behaviour had been notably contradictory and all over the place. He hadn’t really been following any of the conversations that had been had. No one but Lilith had noticed but he appeared to have something on his mind that would capture his attention until someone addressed him directly, at which point he would snap back to reality. On top of that he had been hot and cold with her all evening, he had been attached to her hip one moment only to be jumpy and distant the next.

As they all lounged in the evening air with drinks of champagne Lilith studied Lucifer through the golden tint of her glass. He was sat on the lounge opposite her which wasn’t like him at all and what she had noticed in addition to that was his inability to sit still. He kept adjusting his position regularly as though something were bothering him and every now and then his fingers would dig into the fabric over his thighs or he would subtly bite down onto his lower lip. He hadn’t been able to hold her gaze at all either, whenever their eyes had met he would offer her a nervous smile before his gaze would dart away all too quickly and the tips of his ears would redden. Something was up and she was going to get to the bottom of it.

She pondered over his jittery behaviour as the easy laughter spilled into the air around them. Every one was too intoxicated and having too much fun to notice the silent tango playing out between the King and Queen of Hell and so no one batted an eye when Lucifer abruptly stood and excused himself to use the bathroom only to be followed a few moments later by Lilith who got up and stalked after her husband wordlessly. No one commented on their sudden absence and the merriment did not falter as the two left the room.

Unsurprisingly Lucifer was none the wiser either, Lilith could move soundlessly and without being seen when she wanted to which was quite unlike her lover. Lucifer had never mastered the art of stealth. When he had been following her or watching her from afar back in their Eden days he had always been glaringly obvious despite his best efforts which Lilith had only ever found to be endlessly adorable about him. This was something that had followed them to their new life in Hell, in some ways he hadn’t changed at all.

She followed him all the way to the bathroom, a few steps behind and remaining out of sight, not that Lucifer ever looked back to check. He really wasn’t himself at all. Her feline gaze followed his small form as he quickly made his way through the quieted halls and into a lavish bathroom. Impatiently, he threw the door open as though he were desperate to shut himself in on the other side and that was when she made her move. As his slender frame disappeared through the door Lilith gracefully pounced from behind, slipping past him like a shadow through the doorway in time. It had all happened so fast and poor Lucifer hadn’t been given the chance to react. He had stepped into the room only to walk straight into Lilith which caused him to stumble backwards in surprise. Lilith had already reached for the door handle as she towered over him and had pulled the door closed as she backed him up against it, pinning him there. As his back hit the wood, the confounded King of Hell could only gaze up at his wife with adorably wide eyes like a deer caught in headlights.

“Lily! I…uh…I was just…I…you…are you…?”

Her little angel had been caught so off guard that he couldn’t even string together a coherent sentence, his voice and words where a jumble as he tried to come up with something to say and she found this deeply amusing. He was a mess and she hadn’t even said anything yet. She watched him struggle for a few moments, his face reddening and his heart beat fluttering in his chest as he tried with no luck to compose himself. He was giving himself away so easily which only made her want to toy with him further and as she closed the gap between them it became evident what Lucifer’s predicament was. If it weren’t from the panicked look in his eyes or the nervousness of his tone then it was certainly from the way he crossed his hands over his crotch to shield himself. He looked to be attempting a natural stance so as not to draw attention but was failing spectacularly. The sight was one of pure delight for the Queen of Hell. Her predatory gaze leered over him as she pressed against him and he blushed deeply as she leaned in. Sheepishly he turned his face to the side as her sultry tones tickled his ear.

“Naughty boy, what are you hiding from me?”

As she spoke, her right leg slid between his own so that her thigh would rub against his crotch where she felt what she had suspected she would find. The bulge in his pants, throbbing against her thigh, was undeniable and so were the sweet delectable whimpers that escaped her husband. They were like music to her ears but she wanted more. She felt him tremble against her, his voice shaky as she began to trail soft, slow kisses along his jawline.

“L-Lily…wait…I-“

But she cut him off with a devilish grin.

“No Luci, I won’t wait. You should have come to me sooner, my love, why the need to hide?”

Lilith posed the question but received no answer, instead her reticent Angel bit down onto his lower lip to keep his silence as his thighs squeezed around her own which only served to further incite the already lustful demoness. There was no way she was going to allow him to escape her or stall her in any way. The excitement was already building inside her like a tigress who had caught the cutest, fluffiest bunny to play with. Another tremble ran through Lucifer, she could feel him caving to her already as her mouth found its way to his neck, kissing and nibbling his soft skin and leaving possessive marks in her wake. Her right hand slowly traversed it’s way down his waist, over his hip and down between his thighs as she began to massage and tease him through his pants, earning another breathy whimper from the King of Hell.

“Why fight me, ma petite, we both know you’re going to tell me anyway~” she promised.

It was surprising just how hard he was, Lilith could feel him like a rock against her thigh and as she unfastened his pants enough to slip her hand inside, beneath the waistband of his underwear, a sudden sharp gasp was ripped from her alluring lover. Her cool fingers made contact with his hot skin as she took his throbbing length into her expert hand, for this she received another needy moan and a slight buck of his hips. Lilith knew every inch of her husbands member as though it were the back of her hand and if blindfolded she could easily find every little one of his most sensitive sweet spots and tease and torture the most beautiful melodic moans out of him every time; she had his whole body committed to memory. As she squeezed around his length it twitched in her hand and she earned another gasp from her Angel. A darkly delighted grin played along her pert lips and she could tell from the way his back arched lightly against the door that he was very, very sensitive which told Lilith everything she needed to know and explained why he had been acting so strange all evening. His arousal was not new, in fact she would wager he had been aroused since they had first arrived at the Von Eldritch Manor at the very least, perhaps even before. But what had gotten her divine other half so worked up? A facinorous giggle escaped her, drawing Lucifer’s attention as his lidded hues flickered upwards to meet her gaze where he soon found himself trapped. She felt his heartbeat quicken against her hand and in his eyes she saw his defences crumble away, he was open and vulnerable and she would have him spill his darkest secrets before she would make him spill into her hand. She cradled his jaw with her free hand, not allowing him to turn or look away as she leaned in so closely their lips were almost touching. Her tone was soft and velvety with an under lace of debauchery.

“Hmmm~” she purred as she began to stroke him in a painfully slow manner “You’ve been distracted all evening. Tell me, my love, what have you been thinking about to get you this hot and bothered?”

She watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. By this point his fingers were digging into the wood behind him, no doubt silently willing her to stroke him faster. Unfortunately that wasn’t going to happen until he told her what she wanted to know. A lickerish grin exposed her fangs as she watched his silent battle, whatever it was he did not want to give in but on the other hand he clearly no longer had any intention of running away. He was a pretty mess with his face flushed, lower lip slightly swollen from the abuse it had received from his teeth, he was panting softly and his gaze was saturated with his desperation to be touched. It took Lilith everything she had within her not to tear his clothes from his slender body and ravage him on the tiles of the bathroom floor. But this wasn’t the time or the place and she was dead set on hearing his confession before she wrecked him. Growing inpatient at Lucifer’s stubborn silence the demoness slid her thumb over the head of his cock and began to rub against the tip, back and forth along his slit before giving it a light pinch. The big boss of hell himself looked as though an electric shock had run down his spine. His eyes doubled in size and his hands flew to her hips to steady himself, he looked as though he would crumple to the floor without her. Another moan escaped him, this one louder than before and followed by his abrupt confession as she continued to tease each word out of him.

“-your dress! Aa-aah y-your dress!”

As he spoke his hands caressed the bare skin of her exposed hips. The dress in question was black and fitted tightly to her hourglass figure. It was not unlike most of her other dresses, however this one had sections cut out over her hips on each side and in such a way that wearing underwear was not an option. If even possible, Lucifer’s cherubic face seemed to have reddened further as he stumbled over his words.

“L-lily…I know that…y-you’re…you’re not…wearing…any…”

He trailed off, slumping forward slightly as he hid his beautifully bashful face in her cleavage. A sight too cute for words and so she conceded. He had given her what she wanted and deserved to be rewarded. Lilith leaned in and placed a soft kiss against Lucifer’s hair and earned a sweet whimper in response. Only her Angel could be so adorable as to get all worked up and needy over something so simple as her going pantieless beneath her dress. He was undeniably glorious. She withdrew her hand from his pants as the other stroked his back.

“Mi amor, you’re such a good boy~ Now I’m going to make you feel good~”

She felt the excitement quiver through him and he was biddable as she pulled away only to lift him effortlessly into her arms. Many knew that Lucifer was impossibly strong for his small stature but what was known only to Lilith was that he was also light as a feather. In fact he weighed nothing at all as she carried him. She crossed the small bathroom, approaching the closed toilet bowl which she elegantly perched upon and manoeuvred her husband so that he was sitting on her lap with his back resting against her.

Amenably he rested his head back against her shoulder, submitting his body to his libertine wife for her to do with as she pleased. He belonged to her. She felt it as he turned his face towards the crook of her neck, felt his soft lips against her skin leaving butterfly kisses as she unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his as yet unmarked chest. Soon after she unbuttoned his pants the rest of the way and released his caged length from his underwear. If there had ever been any debate as to whether Lucifer had been heaven’s favourite prior to his fall then one would need only to delve into his pants to find the answer for truly he had been blessed.

She started by gliding her hands over his bare chest and abdomen, her fangs aching as she took in his soft alabaster skin. How she longed to mark every inch and turn him into her very own masterpiece. Her thoughts quickly turned to the desire to kiss every inch of his sinful body and it wasn’t until he bucked his hips against her hands and let out an impatient whimper that she realised she had been inadvertently tormenting him, her hands lingering so that her fingers stretched out either side of the base of his cock but she had not yet touched him.

“Forgive me, ma petite, I was distracted by the flawless view~”

He muttered something to the effect of “You’re flawless” as she slid both of her hands forward to take hold of his length. As her fingers closed around his throbbing shaft an appreciative moan escaped him and precum leaked from the tip. She started at a steady pace, deciding to forgo any further teasing as she instead began to work both of her hands up and down over his length. Her right hand focused on the ever so sensitive head of her husband’s cock whilst her left squeezed and stroked the base. As her hands moved, her thumbs worked small circles of their own against his favourite spots, one just below the head of his cock and the other along the centre and just to the side of his shaft. It wasn’t long before his head was once again lolling back against her shoulder, his eyes fluttering closed. Such sweet euphonious moans spilled from his plush lips which Lilith wanted to kiss oh so badly but she wasn’t willing to interrupt his symphony so soon so she held back. The hallway outside was so silent the drop of a pin could be heard but contained within the four walls of the bathroom the air danced with dulcet tones. So freely he expressed his pleasure to her, writhing delightfully within her embrace as his voice sang out her name over and over. Her pace quickened and she began to moan his name softly in return as his fingernails dug into her thighs, her body heating up and reacting to the intoxicatingly lascivious display before her. Slowly his back began to arch against her before his eyes fluttered open. He turned his face towards her again, his voice shaky and desperate as he begged.

“L-Lily…mmm-aaahh Lily I’m c-close…so close…please…please make me cum…I want to cum…”

Lilith sped up her movements, squeezing over his sweet spots as she stroked him faster. His body began to tense as his moans approached a crescendo. Keeping one hand on his cock, stroking over his full length and never losing pace, Lilith dipped her other hand between his thighs and cupped her husband’s balls. She gently squeezed and massaged as she stroked him through an intense full-body orgasm. As he came in thick white ropes he arched upwards and sunk his teeth into her neck, drawing blood. A sharp surprised gasp escaped her and she scolded him but her hands did not leave the length she was still milking though her pace was now considerably slower.

“Luci!”

This time it was the King of Hell’s turn to let out a puckish chuckle as his forked, snake like tongue lapped up the few drops of blood that trickled from her neck and over his chin.

“That was for being a naughty girl and teasing your husband earlier, my sweet apple~”

“I suppose I deserved that~”

She returned with a grin before raising her cum drenched fingers to her mouth, humming softly as she sucked and licked her husband’s essence from her hand. When she was done her gaze cast downward towards the ground where the rest of Lucifer’s release dotted the expensive tiles. A small, playful pout played at her lips.

“I do hate when it gets wasted.”

This earned another chuckle from Lucifer who raised a hand to cradle her cheek as he turned her face towards him.

“I’ve been dying to kiss you, my lovely Lily~”

He whispered against her lips before he captured them in a deep passionate kiss which his wife returned fervently. Lilith knew well how the love of her life greatly adored kissing and being kissed. There wasn’t a day that went by in their 10,000 year marriage that the two were not engaged in long make-out sessions, often multiple times a day or just whenever they found themselves alone. Her arms moved to tighten around his delicate waist as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, earning another moan from both of them. However, she was regrettably forced to break away and end the kiss early when she felt Lucifer sliding a hand up her thigh and attempting to delve beneath the hem of her dress. She took hold of his wrist and pulled his hand away which earned protest from the King of Hell who growled in displeasure.

“I’m sorry, love, but no. Not now.”

A frown painted itself across soft swollen lips “Why, love of my life, why not now?” His tone turned softer “I want you~”

“I know, my Angel, but if you’re good and wait until we get home then I promise I will give you the entire night~” she offered as she hugged him tighter.

Lucifer deliberated for a few moments but eventually agreed.

“Fine, my love, but I will hold you to that. I want the whole night to love you…deeply~”

As he spoke the last word his tongue flickered out and tickled against her lips. The demoness felt her body pine for him.

“Of course, my King, anything you desire~”

Lilith helped Lucifer clean up and fix his dishevelled clothes before they returned to the small party. Their absence had not been noted and Lilith had been perfectly comfortable with simply slipping back into her seat as though nothing had happened, however Lucifer had other plans. He looped an arm around her waist and pulled her to his side, abruptly halting them as they reached the others and preventing her from sitting down. He was bold and unapologetic as he addressed the room.

“Leviathan, Bethesda, thank you for the wonderful evening but Lilith and I have decided to call it a night. Come Charlie, say goodbye.”

A light blush creeped into Lilith’s cheeks as Charlie complained but otherwise rose from her seat, taking time to bid the others farewell before following her parents out. As Lucifer conjured a portal to their own home and waved Charlie through first, Lilith raised an eyebrow at him. The hand resting on her hip squeezed lightly as he offered her cheeky smile and a wink.

“The whole night, my love~”

This is the first oneshot I have ever written, it is Lucifer x Lilith. I hope it pleases~ ^^ (⚠️ NSFW 18+ ⚠️)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lilith Magne | Morningstar/Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Lilith/Lucifer Characters: Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Lilith Magne | Morningstar Additional Tags: Bottom Lucifer Magne, Top Lilith Magne | Morningstar, Hand Jobs, Kissing, Soft Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Horny Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Lilith Magne | Morningstar and Lucifer Magne | Morningstar in Love, Soft Lilith Magne | Morningstar, Lilith Magne | Morningstar Loves Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Lucifer Magne | Morningstar Loves Lilith Magne | Morningstar, Masturbation in Bathroom Summary:

Lilith is highly attuned to her darling husband and endeavours to meet his every need.

Or

Lucifer tries to hide his arousal but Lilith is no fool and can’t resist when her little Angel is in need.

WHAT ARE YOU THE GOD OF, AGAIN?

feat: Lucifer (1182) ∻ Mammon (1748) ∻ Leviathan (1315) synopsis: turns out, fallen angels can have more than one sin. cw: afab!reader | overstimulation (f!receiving), squirting (if you squint); servicedom!Lucifer, oral (f!receiving), some sacrilegious connotations (heavy in Lucifer's, but they're literally a fallen angels though so that should probably go without saying) | implied nsfw; confessions; pretty tame, actually, it’s mostly just heavy-petting and fluff and i swear i tried to make it slutty but we’re in our ~feels~ with Mams today | oral (m!receiving); soft!Levi (but not sub!Levi); kinda bimbo!reader; kinda collaring but ~stylish~ | a/n: check the bottom for links to the other brothers+undateables on this theme, coming soon to a theater near you

∻ Lucifer ↠ p r i d e   ⤲   g r e e d

As the avatar of pride, LUCIFER knows a thing or two about confidence. After all, to be proud is to feel deep pleasure at one’s achievements, and you’d be hard-pressed to name a single thing Lucifer ever wanted that he hasn’t achieved.

But there is nothing–nothing–in heaven or hell or any realm between that gives him more pride than you.

Your sweet laugh, your infectious smile, the way your eyes close when you’re so fucked you nearly forget how to breathe… every piece of you makes him feel alive in ways he never thought possible; a startling truth he’s reminded of every time you say his name. A hard truth he can no longer pretend to loathe when he’s between your legs, coaxing out your third orgasm of the day, your hands knotted in his dark hair and voice weakly repeating his name like a prayer.

Lu-ci-fer.

Each syllable slow and broken, but there–there, for him, because of him. Not Mammon, or Diavolo, or that other wretched human–him.

It’s the only prayer he’d ever grant. God may have made you, but Lucifer has claimed you, and he will spend every day for the rest of eternity proving that. You are his, and not in the way Mammon is his to torture or he is Diavolo’s to command or Satan is the very flesh from his bone; no, you are his because you chose him.

Who wouldn’t be proud of that? Who wouldn’t want to spend their days on their knees, worshiping every crevice of your perfect body, pulling every sinfully hedonistic sound and look and quiver from you–you, the one who changed everything without even trying. Who would ever be so stupid as to think they could have had enough of you?

You could have anyone in the devildom at your altar, but you choose him to be your disciple. And he reminds you why for the third time that night, dragging his gloved fingers slowly in and out of your drenched cunt, his sharp nose rubbing against your clit as your legs shake on either side of his head. “Just like that, my love,” he murmurs into your fluttering core. “Keep saying my name. Be a good girl and give me another, and I’ll let you cum on my cock next.”

You struggle to catch your breath, barely able to keep your chest upright enough to try and lock eyes. Lucifer’s dark gaze meets yours, a smirk tugging on his lips when you start to tremble from a brief puff of hot air against your sensitive clit. You’re not sure if you’re trying to pull him closer or push him away when your fingers dig into his scalp but damn it all, the only thing your body is capable of doing is moaning each syllable of his name like it’ll be the last thing you ever say.

“P–please, Lu–Luci–I just want–you–”

He slaps your clit, but it’s the way he chuckles at how your body spasms that sends shivers down your spine. “Is this not enough?” His face hovers over your folds, thumbs gently spreading you apart. “Aren’t my fingers and tongue good enough for you?”

He asks as if he wouldn’t spend the rest of your life between your legs; as if the mere act of giving you pleasure hasn’t made a mess of his own pants once or twice already; as if he weren’t the one watching you with pleading eyes, a look of barely-veiled desperation begging you to let him keep worshiping you.

Your lower lip trembles, and your initial protest of, “s’not the same–” is drowned out by an obscene moan as Lucifer plunges his tongue inside you completely. A thumb continues to rub at your clit, and faster than you thought possible, your thighs are clenching the demon’s face. If he’d been a normal man, he wouldn’t have had the strength to keep your hips pinned with one hand and a steady pressure on your clit with the other, while simultaneously pulling away enough so your liquids completely cover his lower chin and blissed-out smile–but Lucifer is not a normal man.

He is a demon, and demons take what they want… and he wants you. Now, and tomorrow, and for the rest of his existence. To be on his hands and knees, servicing you, pleasing you– 

Never has he felt like this before. Never has he felt so helpless, so weak, so–human. 

It’d make him furious, if it wasn’t for the fact that you hoarsely whisper his name, kiss-swollen lips sounding holier than any saint. If it wasn’t for the way your hand finds his, fits in his, holds his so gently, as if you’re afraid he might be the one to break, not that he’d broken you.

“Good girl.” Lucifer stands and kisses your sweat-slick forehead. Humans, he thinks in equal parts disgust and reverence. So… fragile.

Your eyes flutter in exhaustion but stubborn refusal at missing a single second with your lover; drenched in sweat, breathing as if you’d just run a marathon. Weak, and fragile, and human, and–he needs you. He needs you, now, and tomorrow, and forever, but if he didn’t get you right this second, there would be hell to pay.

So despite knowing your body can’t handle much more, he unzips his pants, gently stroking your inner thigh to try and relax you for what’s to come. “I knew you could do it, my love. Do you want your reward?”

Eyes still closed, you nod instantly. Hands already lifting from the bed and reaching for him, weakly trying to sit up so you can provide him even just a fraction of the pleasure he’d been providing you. “Ah!” Lucifer slaps your hand away, gently stroking his leaking cock as he settles between your legs once more. “Use your words. Do you want your reward?”

“Yes,” you breathe, settling back on your forearms and forcing your body to awaken as you watch your lover with giddy anticipation. “Lucifer, please, please, I want–I want you inside me–”

With a growl, Lucifer bends over you, catching a leg and hitching it over his hip. The mewl of desperation you let out when he hesitates nearly makes him cum on the spot. 

“You’re a desperate little thing tonight, aren’t you?” he coos mockingly, gently stroking your face before he grips your jaw between his thumb and forefinger. Your hand catches his wrist, increasing pressure to match his, until you’re writhing beneath him–made all the worse by the heat you can feel from his cock, but not him. “That’s alright, my love. I’ll give you what you want. Just one more, alright? I have work to do.”

It won’t be the last. You know it, he knows it, probably even God knows it–but that doesn’t matter. Not when you feel like heaven, not when you pull him close and tell him over and over and over that you need more, you need him, Lucifer please–

Maybe his father was right. Maybe not all humans are bad–maybe some of them are worth serving, after all.

∻ Mammon ↠ g r e e d    ⤲   s l o t h

If anyone were asked who the greediest one in all of the Devildom was, it would unanimously be considered MAMMON. It is his sin, after all; he is the physical embodiment of excessive desire, and just as Beel’s appetite for food knows no bounds, Mammon’s cravings for material things is equally limitless.

So why is it you who can’t get enough?

You’d gone to Mammon’s room earlier with the copy of notes he’d asked for. It started out innocent enough; you knocked, he let you in, then he begged you to stay and help him study. It was like every other day, from the way he sat so close to you on the couch that his thigh was flesh against yours and how he managed to barter correct answers for kisses, and today, like every other day, you found yourself settled comfortably in his lap, arms lopped around his neck as you read off questions from the last multiple choice quiz he’d failed. 

The only difference seemed to be in how Mammon was getting an unusually large number of questions right.

“If I didn’t know better,” you laugh breathlessly as Mammon trails his lips up the hollow of your neck, “I’d say you’ve been studying.”

“‘Course I’ve been studying,” he murmurs, hot air tickling the sensitive skin below your jaw, “whaddya call this?”

“Fun,” you tease, pulling back to cradle the white-haired demon’s face. “And I believe you’re the one who said studying could never be fun–”

“Stand corrected,” Mammon huffs, immediately diving forward to capture your lips once more. His hands roam down to your hips, where he squeezes the flesh gently. Feeling emboldened, you rock your hips, then giggle when Mammon’s forced to pull back from your kiss with a groan so low, it rattles your bones. “Studyin’ is fun. S’long as it’s with you, though.”

You laugh and lightly kiss his lips. “Good answer.”

Once, twice, then on the third, one of Mammon’s hands darts up to your head and holds you in place. His lips, so soft against yours, so sweet on yours, move slowly. Gently, he parts yours with his, and as his fingers start to twine in your hair, he dips his tongue in.

This kiss is like no other the two of you have shared… and you’ve shared a lot. The quick, chaste ones when you first began this arrangement; the teasing, smirking ones he’d steal when he got an answer right you’d expected to be wrong; the open, messy ones that were almost more moan and spit than actual lips and air and inevitably led to someone’s shirt being ripped off; the gentle, caring ones on exposed shoulders or foreheads at the end of your “study” sessions that, somehow, so slowly you didn’t even notice, became more intimate than the way he filled you perfectly.

But this… this kiss was somehow all the old yet something new, all at once. It was deep, and not just in the way he sucks on your tongue but how he pulls you in to him, fingertips pressing into your skin as if he couldn’t get close enough–not that you mind, as you wrap a hand around the back of his head and try to bridge the very atoms of space between you. His lips move slowly, his air warm but fresh as he doesn’t even pull away to breathe; instead letting you be the one to give him life. His palms, large and slender on your frame, slowly travel over your body, from the base of your spine to cradling your cheek, and then he pauses. He pulls back. He rests his forehead against yours, wipes a thumb across your cheek, and breathily laughs. “You’re so–beautiful, ya know that? Prettiest treasure I’ve ever seen.”

And how are you supposed to respond to that? To being flattered by the Avatar of Greed, who’s notorious for never being satisfied; to being kissed like you mean something to him, to your first, to who you hope to be yours forever–to the growing dread in your heart that one day, likely soon, the Avatar of Greed will want more than you can give, and he’ll leave you.

And yet–every time you try to speed things up, try to hastily slacken his tie or unbutton your shirt and try to remind him why he should stay, stay now and stay forever, his hands catch yours. “Not yet,” he whispers, and when you whine in protest, he merely starts to kiss you like that again.

Like you’re what he cherishes most in the world. Not his gold, his clothes, or his car–but you. And you always would be.

“Mammon,” you breathe into his lips, “please.”

“Not… yet,” he answers. His hands trail along your sides, lightly bunching your shirt before letting the material fall as he cradles your face. You catch his wrists and pull back from his kiss with a pout.

“Why not? Don’t you want me?”

Mammon has the audacity to laugh. “Are ya serious? Can’t you tell?” He snaps his hips up, chuckling at the harsh intake of air you suck in when his cock, straining hard against the zipped fabric of his uniform, slides against your clit. “‘Course I want ya, silly girl. I want ya s’bad, makes me stupid.”

You roll your eyes and shove at his chest, only for Mammon to catch your wrists, keeping you pinned against him. “Evidently not, since we’ve spent all this time studying.”

Mammon shakes his head, his smile soft and contagious as he leans towards you. “Ya know what they say, precious… practice makes perfect.” 

His lips silence whatever snappy retort you don’t have time to conjure, and instead, you lose yourself in him. In the way his lips move in tandem with yours; the way his hand presses between your shoulder blades, arching your back into his chest; the way his eyelashes flicker against your cheek every so often; and the low way he whispers your name when you try gyrating your hips against his.

“Ya tryin’ to be the end of me or somethin’?” he drawls in exasperation, resting both palms on your hips to still your movements. He rests his forehead against yours, staunchly avoiding your gaze as he keeps you still.

“I’m tryin’ to get laid,” you drawl back, dragging your fingers down Mammon’s wide shoulders to rest on his abs–just the way you know he likes. “I thought–that’s what you wanted?” Mammon tenses, and you pull away. Your hands come up to grab his chin, forcing him to look at you. His cheeks are flushed, and despite not protesting at the way you move his body, his eyes refuse to meet yours. “Mammon? Isn’t… that why you invited me? To fuck?”

He holds out for precisely 1.4 seconds, before his eyes flick to yours and he loses all composure. “Yeah,” he admits, and he doesn’t know whether to be encouraged or heartbroken at the way you seem to be able to breathe again. “But–”

He pauses. He watches your eyes widen, he feels the air catch in your throat, and then he watches your neck remain still. One heartbeat; two heartbeats; three heartbeats–

“Jus’... wanna take my time with ya today, s’all.”

There’s something more desperate about the way he sucks on your neck now, something that has you squirming and moaning and pulling his head back before just the feeling of his lips on your skin makes you unravel.

“What’s so special about today?”

Mammon shakes his hair free of your grasp and latches onto your neck again. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close. “Nothin’. Somethin’. Dunno, jus’... jus’ realized somethin’. S’nothin’.”

“Doesn’t sound like nothing…” you tease, rather enjoying this secretive side of him. “Doesn’t feel like nothing, either.” With a pointed roll of your hips, Mammon lets out a groan, and he bites your neck in retaliation. Just a little nip; not enough to break skin, but enough to bruise. Enough to leave a mark that won’t fade for a few days, at the very least.

The first mark he’s ever left.

“Mammon!” you scold, but it lacks bite; especially when the white-haired demon meets your gaze while licking a soft stripe along the already-bruising skin before pressing a gentle kiss on the most tender spot.

“Like it when ya say my name,” he responds, pressing kisses all the way up to your lips. “Like it better when ya moan it.”

So you do; over and over and over, even though he does nothing besides kiss you. Occasionally, he’ll bounce his leg; and occasionally, he’ll let his hands roam to cover your breasts, teasing your painfully erect nipples briefly before trailing back to your hips; but that’s all.

“I think I like whatever it is you’ve realized,” you say when the two of you finally break apart. Your breath is heavy in the air, chest heaving as fingers trail up and down Mammon’s still-clothed chest. 

Mammon smiles. “You don’t even know what it is.”

You hum in agreement, then laugh. “Don’t have to. Not if it means you’ll keep kissing me like that.”

Meeting Mammon’s gaze makes your heart do funny things. Both rapidly beating and seizing at once, shrinking four sizes but growing so large it might burst; making you feel so full, so complete that it just slips out before you can even think to catch it.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Time freezes. The weight of the world hits like an ice bath, and it’s all you can do to close your eyes. Your fingers knot in Mammon’s shirt, and you try to memorize the way the fabric feels; the softness from his detergent, the heat emanating from his chest beneath, the steady pulsing of his heartbeat, the rough callouses of his fingers as they wrap around your wrists–

“Hate to one-up ya, precious, but I know I’m in love with ya,” he says, and time comes crashing down. “S’what I realized today, and s’why I wanna take my time with ya tonight, and s’why I’m gonna spend every day by yer side, doin’ whatever ya want, s’long as you let me–”

The rest of his confession is cut off by your lips, but for once, Mammon doesn’t mind being interrupted. Not if it means he can take his time with you tonight and prove to you that an eternity of him by your side is something to be certain of.

∻ Leviathan ↠ e n v y ⤲ p r i d e

LEVIATHAN thought he knew what pride was. He thought it was the feeling he gets when he finds a rare Ruri-chan doll that they stopped manufacturing decades ago and he has the highest bid, or maybe when he beats a tournament he spent all weekend holed up in his room competing in, or maybe even accurately translating the hidden chapters of TSL that appeared after seven years of radio silence.

But none of that comes close to the way he feels right now; to the way his heart threatens to burst in his chest as you softly lick the underside of his heavily erect cock, tits threatening to burst over the top of your maid uniform, remnants of his last orgasm still glimmering on your breasts.

“What’s wrong, Leviachan?” you ask, sweetly popping off his cock and lazily flicking your wrist. “You look flustered.”

Levi lets out a pitiful whine and sinks lower in his gaming chair. A hand reaches out to knot in your roots, guiding your mouth back to where he desperately needs you. “D-don’t tease,” he tries commanding, but the way his voice cracks gives him away. “This is–this was your idea, remember?”

And it was; it always is. Because even though it makes Leviathan’s heart so full to see you on your knees for him, it never happened because of him. You decided when the best time to suck him off is; and like your perfect plaything, Leviathan always let you. He could never say no to you, his pride and joy. His favorite collectible; the only one of your kind.

It irritates him, a little. The fact that you hold this much power over him. The fact that you can show up in a trench-coat while he’s in the middle of beating his latest video game (a puzzle game, one that requires complete concentration or you have to restart from scratch), and with a simple unknotting of a belt and ring of a bell, have him wrapped around your finger.

If it wasn’t the maid outfit you wore beneath your coat, it was the fluffy handcuffs you attached to his wrists before sinking to your knees that rendered him speechless; and if it wasn’t the way you sunk to your knees, nuzzling your cheek against his thigh and batted your pretty eyelashes as you begged your Leviachan to help you feel good that broke him, it was seeing the dainty choker spelling out his name in silver letters along your throat.

His release had splattered over your chest before he could even process what he was looking at, and by the time his mind caught up to his body, you were already suckling at his flushed cockhead once more.

Leviathan’s wrists yank weakly against the handcuffs as his hand travels from your scalp to where the lowlight of his gaming console illuminates the silver letters dangling against your throat. His heart stalls as he hooks his index finger around the chain, and a throaty giggle slips out your lips as he yanks you forward with just his finger.

No, he wasn’t imagining it when he came; that really is his name, adorning your body, for all the Devildom to see.

“M-mine?”

With a smile, you nod. A smaller hand wraps around Leviathan’s slender wrist, and your press a kiss to the pulsepoint just within. “M’all yours, Leviathan. Figured the others should know, too.”

The handcuffs were just for show–or if they weren’t, they are now, because Leviathan snaps them with ease. He stands roughly, stumbling slightly as his pants catch around his ankles. His grip on your neck never falters as he raises you with him, then tugs you backwards on top of him as he collapses on the floor.

“Need you,” he mutters through feverish kisses, plastered messily all over your face and neck. His hands fumble with your get-up, and although you laugh when he rips the material clean off your body, your whine of, “Levi, that was expensive–” causes him to nip your ear.

“I’ll buy you another.”

He doesn’t even both removing your skirt–if that’s what that sliver of material could be called, anyway. It barely hides your ass, pooling atop your thighs in the place he wishes his hands to go. With the fluffy handcuffs, now broken, still decorating each write like cotton candy bracelets, Leviathan lifts the pads of his fingers to your mouth. Obediently, your lips part and you lick them slowly, tongue wrapping around each digit like it had just been lapping at his cock.

Leviathan whines. He flips you on your back, hovering over you as your own hands messily unbutton his shirt, lips meeting in a sticky conglomeration of spit and desperate pleas to feel each other. His spit-slicked fingers are gentle compared to the ferocity with which he kisses you, stroking between your folds before dipping in, catching your release and spreading it along your clit.

“All for me… right, baby?” Leviathan pants as he pistons one finger in and out of your gummy walls. “All dressed–dressed up for me, all wet–all wet for me–”

“Yes,” you mewl, “for–for you, Levi–only for you!”

That’s all it takes for Leviathan to lose the last of his composure. He slides into you without warning, filling you to the brim. The breath is knocked loose from your lungs, and the way Leviathan is quick to cover your lips with his, swallowing any further moans or whimpers of his name.

He pulls back when he feels your walls fluttering around him. Your heels dig into the small of his back, pressing his hips even deeper into you–as if that was possible. As if Levi hadn’t taken advantage of every single second to be buried as deep as possible within you. 

Tenderly, Levi brushes some of your sweat-slicked hair out of your face, and even more careful, he presses a kiss to the hollow of your throat, right above where his name sits pretty. “You look so pretty… is this because of me, b-babe? You look all pretty b-because I make you f-feel this way?”

You nod desperately, carding your fingers through his silky purple locks. “All–all ‘cause of–of you, Levi–”

That’s all it takes to push him over the edge, and with him–you. You come undone around him, meekly burying your moans into the taut muscle of his bicep as the world briefly fades to white.

Levi is filled with that feeling again; the one that makes his chest seem too small. The one that causes all sounds but your staggered breathing to fall away, and all sights but the one of your flushed cheeks and lovesick smile and fluttering lashes disappear to darkness, and all feeling but the sensation of you snuggling into his chest feel as foreign as the human world. 

He may be a shut-in, he reasons as he tucks his head into the crook of your neck. He may be an otaku, and awkward, and you might be able to do a hell of a lot better than him–but he did this. He makes you do bold things, like wear a maid outfit under your coat all day just to tease him, or bring handcuffs you know can’t hold him just to see if he’ll listen, or make the absolute prettiest sounds he’s ever heard in his life. He makes you feel better than you’ve ever felt, and that makes him feel good.

“Never,” you promise–and just like that, the heart Levi didn’t think could get any fuller grows two sizes.

Really good.

Good enough to start pressing light kisses up your neck, teeth catching on your new silver chain, hand gently trailing along your side. “D-don’t forget that,” he says through grit teeth. You link your fingers with his, slowly parting your legs to reallow him entrance. “I make you feel good, right? M-me. Don’t–don’t ever forget that.”

| Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor | Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon |

I'm thrilled to reveal my first-ever Kinktober collaboration event hosted by me, Doumadono, and my second writing blog, Thepaperpanda After the huge success of my inaugural Kinktober event last year, conducted on ThePaperPanda, I've opted to explore a fresh concept this year. With this notion in mind, I contacted the writers I hold in high regard, inviting them to partake in a playful exploration of lust and desire. To my astonishment, the response was overwhelmingly positive, and I am deeply honored to have such exceptional writers participating in this little project. I want to express my deep thanks to all the writers who are participating. Having each and every one of you on board brings me great joy and satisfaction ♡

Essential information ♡ This Masterpost has been prepared to function as an informational leaflet, providing comprehensive details about the upcoming collaboration event ♡ The Masterlist will undergo updates as soon as the works are posted ♡ All works will be NSFW 🔞 ♡ Our event-specific tag will be applied to all works: #kinktobercollab‘23 ♡ This is a multifandom event ♡ Within this collaborative event, you'll discover a variety of stories, including headcanons, blurbs, drabbles, and full-length fictions ♡ The event will include various pairings (such as KiriBaku, ShigaDabi, etc.) ♡ Below, following the cut, you can find the complete list of prompts, characters, and writers participating in the Kinktober 2023 Collaboration ♡ Reblog to help spread the word!

♡ day 1 - blow job | Douma | @sanriokamabodo ♡ day 2 - overstimulation | Bakugo | @doumadono ♡ day 3 - dry humping | Atsumu Miya | @doumadono ♡ day 4 - maid | Dabi | @dabihawksluva ♡ day 5 - bukkake | KiriBaku & ShigaDabi | @doumadono ♡ day 6 - orgasm denial | Levi Ackerman | @mrskokushibo ♡ day 7 - sensory deprivation | Douma | @muzansfangs ♡ day 8 - drunk sex | Bucky Barnes | @thepaperpanda ♡ day 9 - leash | Sukuna | @thepaperpanda ♡ day 10 - shibari | Douma | @thepaperpanda ♡ day 11 - creampie | Shigaraki | @thepaperpanda ♡ day 12 - break ♡ day 13 - mirror | Hawks | @kyojurismo ♡ day 14 - daddy kink | Jake Lockley | @thepaperpanda ♡ day 15 - hair pulling | Akaza Douma Kokushibo | @sanriokamabodo ♡ day 16 - morning sex | Neuvillette | @thepaperpanda ♡ day 17 - spanking | Kotaro Bokuto | @doumadono ♡ day 18 - temperature play | Dabi | @dabislittlemouse ♡ day 19 - break ♡ day 20 - break ♡ day 21 - angry sex | Bakugo | @mrskokushibo ♡ day 22 - oral sex | Sae Itoshi | @thepaperpanda ♡ day 23 - rough sex & praise kink | Lucifer | @thepaperpanda ♡ day 24 - dirty talk & finger fucking | ShibaDabi | @lifeform286 ♡ day 25 - breeding kink | Dabi | @sillakits ♡ day 26 - love triangles | KiriBaku | @kyojurismo ♡ day 27 - period sex | Bakugo | @thepaperpanda ♡ day 28 - lingerie | Shigaraki | @misafiryanki ♡ day 29 - threesome | Erasermic | @gamergirl-niffler ♡ day 30 - torture | Dottore | @gamergirl-niffler ♡ day 31 - biting | Douma | @sanriokamabodo

Welcome back home || Lucifer x f!reader

Summary: You find yourself eagerly awaiting Lucifer's arrival back home

Warnings: praise kink, rough sex

Word count: 750

Authors: Bear

A/N: I'm so happy to partake in this exhilarating Kinktober '23 Collaboration. My prompts were: praise kink & rough sex

Masterlist

"Welcome back home," you say, your voice breathless with excitement as you catch sight of Lucifer. He's beaming, swiftly kicking the door shut before pulling you close and claiming your lips in a passionate kiss. Your anticipation for Lucifer's return is palpable, as you detest the solitude that accompanied his business absences. You crave his presence and the excitement it brings, making the moments apart feel like an eternity of isolation.

"You look absolutely stunning, Y/N," he whispers, his lips trailing down the side of your neck. "Exquisite. It fits you perfectly, doesn't it?"

You're adorned in the lingerie he thoughtfully sent you, and nothing else. It's a delicate ensemble of strappy lace that barely qualifies as panties, a matching bra, and a short silk robe. Even when he's away from Devildom, he still loves to spoil you. You pull back just enough to give him a little twirl, and his dark eyes devour every inch of your body with hungry desire.

He licks his lips sensually, wrapping his arms around you once more, his hands eagerly squeezing your enticing curves. Your entire being feels ablaze with desire. "Did you do as I asked?"

"Yes," you reply, your voice a sultry whisper.

"Really? For three whole weeks?" He teases, sliding a leg between yours, allowing you to rock your hips against his thigh. The heat between your bodies intensifies, and you can't help but fear you might leave a telltale wet spot on his impeccably fitted uniform pants. "You didn't make yourself cum?"

"I promise," you swear, trying to contain your excitement.

"That's my obedient girl," he grumbles. "Just give me a few minutes."

Lucifer's shower seems to be over in a flash, yet the minutes stretched into an agonizing eternity for you. The anticipation hang heavy in the air, making your heart race.

As soon as you hear the water cease, a surge of desire compells you to action. Your hand find its way between your thighs, fingers delicately tracing the path along your slick, heated pussy. You gasp. "Lucifer..."

The panties he had sent are far from ordinary; they are crotchless, leaving your pussy exposed and framed by their sensual lace. Every movement seems calculated to draw attention to the treasure concealed within, and you can't help but feel the excitement building inside you. The knowledge that he will soon walk through that door, catching you in this passionate act, send a shiver of excitement coursing through your body. With bated breath, you continue to explore your own desires, slowly succumbing to the intoxicating sensations that radiated from your wet, warm core.

And then, like a perfectly orchestrated moment, he appears, his intense black eyes immediately locking onto the very place where you were pleasuring yourself with a deliberate and sensual rhythm. He didn't bother with a towel, standing there completely naked, his dick rock hard, already leaking precum from the slit on his tip.

It's clear that he had missed you just as intensely as you had yearned for him. The electric chemistry in the room crackles, a magnetic pull drawing you both together.

“That’s my girl,“ he says, in a sinful low rasp. "Good, little girl."

He gently caresses himself, his own touches sending shivers down his spine. Slowly, he ascends the bed, his desire evident in every calculated move. Hooking his strong arms under your knees, he skillfully spreads your legs, granting him an unobstructed view of your eager pussy, clenching aroung nothing. The head of his throbbing cock brushes against your longing entrance, and an involuntary, passionate groan escapes your lips. “Is this what you want?” he asks, eyes dark as he looks down at you.

“Please,” you gasp. “Please, I was so good!”

“I know you were, princess,” he soothes, and fucks into you with one smooth thrust.

In the throes of passion, you can't help but moan, your body arching upward in anticipation. Your desire brings you to the brink, and you tremble with the intensity of it all. "Please," you gasp.

Lucifer engages in an unrelenting, rhythmic motion, his hips swaying back and forth with precision as he fully penetrates you. A series of subdued grunts escape his lips as he revels in the incredible sensation of your wetness enveloping around his throbbing cock.

"Oh, Lucifer!" You moan, yor head rolling back to the mattress.

“You can come, sweetheart,” he says, and you’re clenching around his dick, seeing white sparks of unbearable pleasure even before he says, “You earned it, my good, little pet.”

HELP MEE I CANNOT, LOVE THE ENDING

ミ★: Lucifer Morningstar giving you oral.

A/n: I said it was gonna happen so here it is.

It wasn't Lucifer's fault that he fell for you, you were so sweet, so kind to Charlie that it just happened. He was over the moon knowing that you felt the same way, I mean it's not like he knew you were Adam's wife...ex as you would often correct him given that the angel was the one that sent you to hell.

Though it was how you told him that you never had a real orgasm, that Adam refused to even go down on you. He knew that he had to fix that, he was going to make you scream his name.

Hovering over you, Lucifer ran his tongue over his lips. You looked so good, so beautiful, from your soft curves, the way your skin glowed in the dim light, it was a vision that never failed to captivate him.

As Lucifer shifted his body on the bed, he let his fingers trace a path from your collarbone down to the gentle swell of your breasts. His touch was feather light, teasing as a small whimper escaped your lips.

A smirked formed on his lips, his forked tongue poking through his lips as he lowered himself to the edge of the bed. His eyes locking with yours, his voice low and filled with hunger.

"Spread your legs for me, my pretty little angel." His voice was laced with anticipation. "I want to taste you, make you scream my name."

He then delved between your thighs, his tongue eager to please you, his lips and tongue working in tandem to bring you to the heights of pleasure. He devoured you with a hunger, your gasp's and moans only fueling him.

Lucifer's forked tongue gliding across your clit, gently sucking the bud as your nails dug into the sheets.

He was smiling now, couldn't help but feel happy knowing that he was the one giving you pleasure. As he continued to tease and pleasure you, his fingers found his way to your entrance, slipping inside to further intensify the sensations. Lucifer continued to explore you with his mouth, his tongue tracing patterns over your sensitive flesh, his fingers thrusting rhythmically within you.

He relished in the sounds of your pleasure, the way your moans filled the room, spurring him on to push you further towards ecstasy.

He reveled in the taste of you, the way you quivered beneath your touch, your body trembling with each wave of pleasure that washed over you. He was going to commit these sound's to his memory.

And when you finally reached your climax, your body convulsing with pleasure, he held you tightly, his lips pressed against your trembling thighs as he rode out your release. Only when he was certain you had been thoroughly satisfied, Lucifer pulled away, a satisfied smirk gracing his lips.

He could still taste you and god did he already miss taste.

"My dearest" Lucifer's voice filled with adoration. "You are intoxicating as ever, I will make sure you will be treated how you deserved to be treated."

Leaning in, Lucifer nuzzled his nose into your neck. "Rest assured, I will alway's find you attractive. You are mine and I will make sure you are always satisfied."

Feeling warmth creep up your cheeks, you did your best avoid eye contact with Adam as Lucifer clutched you tightly to his chest.

"YOU FUCKED MY WIFE!"

A slow smirk formed on Lucifers lip's as he clutched you tightly to his chest. One hand moving to his lips as he made a v with his fingers. "We did a lot more than fuck."