#but i absolutely love it

[alvojake]

I know I mentioned my enha lightstick, would anyone like to see it?? 🙈🙈

[fille-de-skroa]

I’ve never realized it until now because I haven’t paid attention to how Kitty Noir’s tail was attached to her costume… But I’ve just noticed that it has a BOW

I WANNA DIE SHE’S TOO CUTE

[delphi-dreamin]

Stress Ball

Poor Lucifer is more stressed than usual...

Do y'all remember this little beauty? Well, @midnight-vixn's prompt was too good to just be that one little blurb, so...I wrote more.

Lucifer x Delphi

Word Count: 1.6K

Content warnings: fem!OC, vaginal penetration, rough sex, implied masochism, praise kink, pet names (love, darling, little one)

Other Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, and making her first appearance in Delphi's story, @sassykattery's MC Altaira!

Lucifer hasn’t slept properly in a week. He hasn’t slept in his bed in two. And he hasn’t been able to relax in twice as long. He hasn’t exactly been subtle about his frustrations, either. He’s been snapping at his brothers, withdrawing from social obligations in favor of work, and even neglecting his relationship.

Of course, Delphi understands exactly what’s going on. The school festival is coming up and Diavolo has put most of the work on Lucifer, as usual. He’s been up all hours of the day and night trying to organize a budget that had been left in shambles, resolve stubborn class conflicts over activities that his brothers weren’t able to resolve, plan what the student council themselves were going to do for the festival, and still attend his classes. Delphi tries to help as much as she can, delegating as much as she possibly can to the brothers, but Lucifer still has entirely too much work for one demon to do.

And though it warms his heart every time she brings him a fresh cup of coffee or a plate from whichever meal he’d missed, and he relishes every kiss she presses to his temple before she goes to bed, his mood grows more sour by the day.

The final straw, he decides, is the text he receives from Diavolo asking him to go to the human realm to retrieve some potion or other that Solomon can’t make with ingredients from the Devildom. By the time he makes it to Delphi’s curses and hexes class, he’s barely holding back his demon form. She follows him without a word, despite her confusion, into Diavolo’s empty office.

She even more confused when he slams her into the door and locks it behind them, his wings unconsciously caging her in and shielding her from eyes that aren’t there. When he crashes his lips into hers, she melts into his grasp, letting him open her up and take what he needs. He grabs her ass and lifts her up, growling as she wraps her legs around his waist and grips the bases of his horns. He slides his tongue over hers, squeezing her ass in response to her moans.

“Lucifer,” Delphi pants when he breaks away, sinking his teeth into her neck and leaving behind a deep purple ring.

“I need you,” he groans into her skin. “I feel like I haven’t seen you since preparations for the festival began and I just…I need you.”

She pulls him up to face her, staring into his pleading eyes and giving him a soft smile. “You know I’m yours. But why Diavolo’s office?”

A wicked grin breaks out on Lucifer’s beautiful features. “You mean you don’t want him to come back from his meeting with some of the most awful nobles in the Devildom only to be driven mad by our scents so thick in his office that he can barely breathe?”

Delphi can’t help the matching grin that curls at the corners of her lips. “Do what you need to, love.”

Lucifer moves fast enough that when he lays her face down on the desk, it knocks the wind from Delphi’s lungs. Before she can catch her breath, he’s got her pants and underwear around her ankles and he’s thrusting into her with wild abandon. He grips her hips hard, deep blue bruises forming under his long fingers as he pounds into her.

Delphi grips the edge of the desk in front of her, cries of ecstasy flying from her lips. She’s helped Lucifer de-stress before, but it was nothing like this. Before it was hot, sure, him taking out his frustrations on her as if he couldn’t break her with one too-strong thrust. But now she can tell that even then he was holding back.

This is like trying to straddle a tornado or a hurricane. All she can do is hold on and ride out the storm.

Heat twists within her, building quicker than she thinks it ever has as he repeatedly and relentlessly hits that sweet spot deep within her that they both know hurts so good. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to release, clenching until she’s so tightly wound she’s unsure how he’s still able to move.

“Go on, love,” Lucifer coaches, his tone soft despite the ferocity with which he’s both holding and fucking her. “Come as many times as you need.”

“Fuck! Lucifer!” Delphi cries, stars dancing across her vision as she trembles beneath him. She can't move with him holding her hips down, but she can swear a blue steak so loud that she's sure it can be heard down the hall.

Her head swimming, she’s grateful when he slows and turns her over, fully removing the rest of her clothes and shoes. His hands trace her curves, caressing every inch of soft skin he can reach. Delphi arches into his touch, soft moans and whimpers escaping her hoarse throat. She groans lightly as he shifts her closer to the edge of the desk, lifting her already-sore legs to rest on his shoulders.

The burn in the backs of her thighs is nothing compared to the inferno building in her core with every long, deep stroke of Lucifer’s cock within her sensitive walls. His thrusts build in speed and intensity until her whimpers turn to moans and her moans turn to cries once more. Delphi reaches for the edge of the desk again, but is stopped when Lucifer takes both of her hands in one of his, entwining their fingers above her head. As he restrains her hands, he captures her lips once more with his, lapping up her cries of pleasure with a satisfied smirk.

With a few more precise nudges of his tip against that deepest spot within her, Delphi’s arching off the desk, eyes screwed shut as her walls clench around him. Her hips jerk erratically as tears sting at the corners of her eyes, a strangled cry making its way past her lips as she throws her head back. Her second orgasm crashes around her like a summer storm, hot and intense and over nearly as quickly as it began. She’s left trembling beneath her love as he slows to a steady roll, burying his face in the crook of her neck and placing scorching, open-mouthed kisses along the thin skin there.

“You’re doing so well, my love,” Lucifer murmurs, nibbling lightly at her earlobe. He chuckles at the whimper she lets out in response. “You are absolutely perfect, my darling little human.”

“Luci, don’t stop,” Delphi begs, her voice a high whine. She can feel his pact mark activating on her throat, its heat blooming and spreading over her neck and chest.

Grinning, he breathes into the shell of her ear, “Do you like it when I praise you, love? When I tell you how beautiful you look beneath me like this? Or how good you feel around my cock, like you were made just for me?”

Delphi nods frantically, eyes squeezing shut as she chokes on a sob. She can feel everything within her tightening once more, the throbbing of the pact mark on her throat only heightening the sensation.

“Will you be good for me and give me one more, little one?” Lucifer hums, gripping her earlobe between his teeth once more. He releases her hands, allowing her to wrap her arms around his shoulders and grip him tightly, her nails digging sharply into his ivory skin.

Her release is explosive, crying out his name one final time as the earth seems to shatter around her and her vision goes completely white. She feels Lucifer's hips shudder and suddenly she's being filled with warmth. He continues to thrust into her, fucking her through her orgasm and pushing his cum as deep as he possibly can within her.

Delphi whimpers as she comes down from her high, legs sore and energy fully spent. She lets her arms fall to the desktop and her head fall to the side. Lucifer takes the opportunity to nip at the thin skin of her neck once more, grinning.

“How does going home sound, my love?” he asks, his breath tickling her overstimulated nerves.

She jerks at the feeling, whining as she feels fluids beginning to leak down her thighs and onto the desk. Peering up at him through heavy lashes, she nods. “Please?”

She cries out one last time when Lucifer pulls out, their combined fluids dribbling from her abused hole onto the papers left on the desk. He dresses her quickly, supporting her so that she can step into her bottoms, then takes her into his arms in a bridal carry. He whisks her out of the office nearly as fast as he pushed her into it, making sure to turn the lights off and lock the door behind them.

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When Diavolo opens his office after his meeting, he nearly chokes. The smell of sex is so thick in the air that it's almost palpable. But worse than that is who he smells. Lucifer. And Delphi. The exchange student hasn’t spoken to him other than single-syllable responses to direct questions since her return from the human world, and Diavolo isn’t honestly sure that he can ever repair the damage he’s done to their relationship.

He goes to retrieve some papers he’d planned to work on tonight and blanches as he approaches his desk, seeing the papers he left there completely soaked. He looks back up at the doorway where Barbatos and a blonde about half his height stand, Barbatos with one gloved hand over his mouth and nose and the blonde with her hands on her hips, grinning like a cat.

“Who’d you piss off this time, babe?” she teases, crossing her arms over her chest and tapping one of the silver charms on her uniform sleeve with one long nail.

“I believe I might have upset Lucifer,” Diavolo groans, running a hand through his hair.

“I daresay you might be right, my lord,” Barbatos replies, expression never faltering.

Altaira snickers, D.D.D. already out and half a text already typed up.

◇◇◇

Partner in Crime 😈

A: You two are in SO much trouble! 🤣🤣

D: Worth it~

Taglist: @sassykattery @leavesandflowers @sparkbeast20

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[dailyxisumavoid]

[203] idk if it’s becoming obvious but the pallets are biased on planets

This one is Jupiter !

[silbernerwolf]

I bring you the joy of finally having finished my jacket

At least for now, until I get more pins and patches

[holysent]

@ebonyforged mentioned azi saying “bless you” every time someone sneezes and now that’s all i have been thinking about. and it’s not something he really thinks about. it just … happens. saying those words whenever he hears someone sneeze is practically built into his functionality.

[fallenspirit]

troy can literally wear anything and still look incredible, hot damn

[browniesbagoftricks]

🎥: Netflix

[desafinado]

u guys think alhaitham is a spice enthusiast/good at tolerating it?

im on the fence abt kaveh, but def feel like he would be up for the challenge 😎

anyone who says they're picky eaters are wrong btw

[alphinias]

Are you excited for benedict’s season/ any hopes or expectations?

Very excited! I think he’s going to murder us as a romantic lead after all the charm he had in S2. I was hoping/expecting his season to be S3 because I felt like he was getting set up for it (alongside the obvious book order)and I’d have liked a little more Polin slow burn before their season, but as of right now since I didn’t read the books I’m literally just hoping it’s good. In a way I want to read the books, but I’ve so loved going into this fairly blind so far that I don’t think I’ll read them anytime soon.

And I of course hope whoever they cast is Sophie is just as phenomenal as all the other love interests we’ve gotten so far. I don’t have any fancasts particularly in mind.

[endlessthoughtsofafangirl]

I have about 50 gifsets just sitting in my drafts. I should probably start posting some before they pile up even more.

[cosmos-coma]

One thing I love as a writer is being able to just put so many unnoticeable things into a story that you know won’t be found except by those that are exceptionally passionate/curious.

You can put so much meaning in a name, a place, or an incredibly generic object that normally would be glanced over and accepted. It won’t be noticed unless someone knows the depth of the lore already or grows curious from your work.

In other words symbolism and making little connections are amazing and I absolutely live for it.

[notaplaceofhonour]

okay okay I know the point of this is “White people need to put as much effort into learning how to pronounce Black people’s names as they do foreign European names” and 100% I totally agree, absolutely good point

but this tweet becomes hilarious in the context of this clip:

anyways, absolutely put effort into learning how people pronounce their names. just don’t feel bad if it takes you some time to get it right 😅

(also in case you didn’t watch the video it’s “N-SHOO-tee” not “SHOO-tee”)

[grilledcheeseandtomato]

THIS IS INSANEEE

→ Bad Mouth.

gif credit.

pairing: soldier boy x fem!reader.

rating: explicit, pure filth.

warning: domestic ben, non-canon compliant, drug use, cockwarming, daddy kink, brat!reader, choking on huge dick, piv, pet names, minimum plot...

word count: 2.2k

summary: ben wants to netflix and chill with you but on his way.

tagging: @zepskies

→ masterlist | ao3

You and Ben just finished having dinner together. Ben's cleaning the table while you take care of the dishes. You glance over your shoulder at him with pride. Ben is adapting to modern life. Even though it's an excruciatingly slow process, it's still a progress, and you couldn't be prouder. In spite of that, Ben doesn't seem to be so pleased with the drastic changes that happened to the world during his sleep, and it causes him great frustration most of the time. But you're here to help him find his place in the new world. He insists he can handle everything by his own, but the man can't do a thing without screwing everything up, especially that loose tongue of his.

You proceed with your work in the kitchen; putting dry dishes in the cupboard, mopping the floor, and sorting the leftovers from dinner. Ben is now sitting in the living room watching something on TV. You need not to worry about that because you already taught him how to shuffle through networks and pick something up to watch. You've come to notice that unlimited access to media is something he appreciates and even enjoys. He'd sit and absorb the contents for learning purposes, making comments on how cinema quality is fucked up nowadays compared to the glorious days back in his time. You'd giggle at his words, reminding you of your grumpy grandpa. He still watches what now-shitty-Hollywood produces, nevertheless.

You emerge from the kitchen, drying up your wet hands with a towel. Your gaze catches his before he says, “C'mere, sweetheart, want you to sit on my lap.”

You smile, strolling down to the sofa where he's sitting. He cranes his head to look up at you before he adjusts his position for you. You slide up deftly to straddle his strong thighs, coming face to face with his handsome visage. Beautiful green eyes ravishing you with hunger. He flashes you a mischievous grin. “Not what I meant, baby.”

“Oh,” You raise a brow, flashing him a wicked smile of your own, “If that's what you want, Daddy.” You wink.

“Atta girl.”

He helps you to stand up again, shoving his blue sweatpants and underwear down to his mid thighs as you take your panties off; you weren't wearing anything but a hoodie and a thin pair of panties, which is laying on the floor now. He's not hard but not soft either. You moan slightly as you sink on his length, his chest pressing to your back, a strong arm holding you by your waist close to his warm body. He's so well-endowed and thick, you can feel him fill every inch of you; you shiver.

From the side of the couch, Ben fetches his blunt from the small table and lights it up.

You try to distract yourself from the overwhelming sensations that course through your body from the feeling of utter fullness. Eyes glued on the screen, you notice that Ben is watching Narcos: Mexico on Netflix. The events take place in the late seventies and the early eighties, close to his time of claimed death.

Smoke begins to fog up around you, hazing your head and making it lighter. That shit is strong. Minutes elapse, and the whiffs of high is making you naughty. You glimpse at him from the corners of your eyes to find him too focused on the show. You grin giddily and slowly roll your hips on his dick. You earn a low grumble from behind but nothing more. Your faint high is making you braver so you take another shot, snapping your hips again, but more aggressive this time

“Whoa,” He says, “Easy, baby doll—”

You buck your hips again with a giggle, feeling his cock nourishing inside of you. “Hold still, woman,” He growls in a low voice, “Last warning.” Your hips carry on until he snaps impatiently, lifting you up his cock effortlessly and turning you to face him. “Not gonna let Daddy finish the goddamn season with your pretty cunt warming up his cock?”

You giggle playfully, raising a challenging brow, “No,” You emphasise with another snap of your hips. He twitches inside of you, “Come on, don't you wanna fuck me, Daddy? Or you want me to do all the work for your old-ass?”

He furrows his brows at you, but before you receive an answer, you climb down his thighs swiftly and rush towards your bedroom, you grin proudly when you hear his hasty footsteps behind you. You yelp when you find yourself being flung to the bed, your grin widens and you giggle again when you find him above you. You feel his weight on your body, and his cock nudging your opening. With a vigorous thrust he's inside you and between your legs.

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” You cry, “Please, give me your cock, Daddy!”

You kick your legs playfully as he teases you with his massive cock; slow and deep drags in and out of your dripping cunt.

“Oh, now it's 'Please Daddy', hmm?” He chuckles cruelly, “What happened to the bratty bitch who wouldn't stop rocking her fucking hips on my dick? You fucking cock tease.”

“I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Daddy!” A thrilled cry tears out of your throat as you look at him with teary eyes. He stops and slides his cock out of you, and you whimper. You try to buck your hips to his cock but he has a steel grip on your wrists above my head. You couldn't move much. You curse his supe strength.

“You're sorry?” Ben sneers, raising a brow, “Sorry won't get you anywhere, sweetheart.” His face slants down so his mouth is nearly brushing yours, “If you want my cock buried in that slutty pussy of yours, you must show me how sorry you are.”

“Please,” You say breathlessly, gulping down while nodding, “Let me show you I can be a good girl, your good girl.”

“Now you wanna be my good girl?” He snickers, “Should've warmed my cock while I smoked that reefer like I told you to instead of pissing me off with your hips.”

You giggle, tilting your head to the side coquettishly, “But Daddy! I love your cock so much; can't help myself when you're inside of me.”

Ben's hands loosen from your wrists and you can move again. He quirks a playful eyebrow at you, a grin slipping into his lips. “You love how my cock fills you up, Princess?”

“Yes!” You gush, sitting up on your thighs and Ben leans back, his face still in yours. “I love it so much, Daddy. I love the feeling of you.” You slip onto the ground between his thighs. His cock is long and thick, hardened and curved up towards his lower torso. Pre-cum is glimmering on the slit of its tip. The sight makes your mouth water. Your tongue takes a long drag on the shaft and Ben growls, his hand is harsh in your hair, yanking your head backwards. You hiss in pain, but tingles of delight sweep over your spine. You like how he manhandles you. He leans down to your face and chuckles, “You want it so bad, don't you?” He drawls, mance swirling in his eyes, “Then take it.”

Ben's grip tightens on your hair, his dick is shoved all the way down your throat. You gag at the sudden fullness in your mouth. You try to lift yourself up to adjust your position, but he doesn't let you. The fucking bastard. He wants you to choke on him.

“Let's put that bad mouth of yours into some good use.”

Drool seeps through the corners of your mouth down to your chin, and tears start to prick your eyes. You hold into his thighs and try to ease your breath through your nose. You taste his pre-cum and salt of his skin. In another circumstance, you'd suck him empty.

“Ah, just like that,” His voice is thick and content, you can hear the smirk in his voice, “Move an inch and you're not allowed to cum for the rest of the week.”

Your eyes fly wide when you comprehend what's going to happen. He's going to fucking smoke again while you warm his cock with your mouth. The asshole. What a fucking dick. But his dominating, deep voice shoots directly to your pussy, making it squeeze around nothing.

You hear him flicking the lighter on and a few moments later you hear him exhale a small cloud of smoke. You whimper in discomfort and your legs shift a bit. His hand pats your hair gently and you look up at him through your bangs.

“You can be such a fucking brat sometimes,” He says after taking a long drag, his hand continues to fondle your hair tenderly. You grumble around his length and he lets out an amused chortle, “What is it, baby doll?” He strokes your scalp again. God, his smirk is so annoying but utterly beautiful, “Too busy to come up with a nasty sass?”

He wants to play dirty? You can play dirty. You flick your tongue on the underside on his shaft and it twitches in response. “Behave,” Ben warns in a grumble, hand tugging your hair. Again, your cunt clenches around nothing. You stop; you don't want him to execute his threat. Because he'd fucking do it. Last time you pushed your limits he denied you your orgasm for a night as a punishment. True, he compensated you the following morning, but it drove you crazy the entire night. Long story short, you don't want to experience that obnoxious feeling of reaching the rim of your high but never get it. Your throat clenches around his cock when you attempt to swallow your saliva.

Minutes elapsed then he muffled his reefer in the ashtray on the bedside table. His grip slides your head gently off his dick and you take a deep breath before gazing up at him. His cock is slickened wet by your spit and his pre-cum.

“Good girl,” He remarks, whipping your face dry with a tissue. When he's finished, he pats the spot next to him, “On bed, all fours.”

Thrill sweeps over your body again as you climb up on the bed again, settling on your hands and knees as he ordered after you took off your hoodie. You hear shuffling behind you; he's taking his clothes off too. You yelp in surprise when his hand smacks your right butt cheek playfully then you giggle. His hand trails down your ass crack, his fingertips teasing the rim of your butt hole and you shiver. “Can't wait to fuck this hole someday.” He comments and you chew your lower lip, “But let us focus on that honeyed pussy now, shall we?”

His blunt nails press to your clit and you moan, “Fucking Christ, you're practically drenched down here, Princess.” He circles the bundle of nerves and your hands grip the sheets beneath you. You mewl when two of his fingers are deep-knuckle inside of you.

“Please Daddy, please,” You groan, rubbing yourself against his hand when doesn't move.

“Wanna cum, baby girl? Fuck yourself on my fingers just like that.” You whimper in frustration but you do it nevertheless.

His other hand reaches out to your breasts, his fingers finding your erect nipples. Ben plays with them as his thumb presses in circles to your clit. He's driving you crazy. He's all over you. His hands toying with you, his firm chest is against your back, his mouth next to your temple whispering the filthiest words into your ears. Overwhelm sweeps over your body, and you squeeze around his fingers. You groan and rub yourself faster. Your knees are growing weak. “Daddy, Daddy! I'm gonna cum. Can I cum, please?”

He growls, “Cum to me, princess, cum to me.”

To ruin you even more, Ben pumps his fingers expertly against your g-spot and as if on cue you crash on his relentless digits. Tears run down your cheeks as the orgasm hits you like a hurricane. Ben doesn't wait, he flips you on your back and plunges himself through your pulsing cunt. He grunts at the wringing and curses under his breath. “Fuck,”

You claw at his back when his cock fills you up and you sigh in pleasure, “I love you, Daddy. I love your cock so much.”

He grins down at you then kisses you briefly, murmuring, “You have no idea how much my cock loves your pussy, doll.”

Ben snaps his hips against yours and you see the stars. He's so huge, so fucking huge. And with every drag of his dick you feel each inch of its skin and every vein friction against your sensitive walls. He fills you up completely. His mouth leaves love bites on your neck, and his tongue leaves a wet stripe on your chin before he kisses you again.

His vigour brings you to my high again and it snaps around him harshly. You scream his name and cry, digging your nails into his skin. He cums hard inside of you, you feel his hot seed painting your walls white.

His dick starts to soften inside, and he shifts to pull out, but you cling to him, looking up at his green eyes. “Stay,” you whisper.

And he does.

[divorce-enjoyer]

well have you considered that maybe the unstoppable force is in love with the immovable object

[s0up1ta]

ANYONE ELSE WANT A PIECE 🤬🤬😡👹🗣️

alt versions under the cut:

couldn't decide so take all of them

edit: I MADE A DESKTOP VERSION !!