#the things i would do to this man

[hairychestloversblog]

When the DJ goes shirtless 🤩 Wow 🤩

[reagent-leon]

Image credit @soggy-bean

[dewdropdinosaur]

Smutmas Day 6 - For Goodness (Snow) Flake

Lucifer x Reader Summary: The annual molt has hit again, leaving Lucifer absolutely miserable. Luckily for him, his girlfriend has a solution. Warnings: Handjob, preening, use of names(ducky), sub/dom dynamics if you squint, cum, water play, etc. MDNI, 18+. You're responsible for your own media consumption. Requested by the pretty and perfect @primsgirl89

The grand halls of the palace Lucifer called home were always shrouded in a sense of elegance. Lavish, meticulously designed, and exuding an air of untouchable regality—it was the perfect home for the King of Hell. Yet today, Lucifer Morningstar found himself in a state far from his usual composed glory. Well, at least in more disarray than what might have been considered normal. 

The annual molting had started a week ago, and his prideful wings, normally a source of his striking authority, were now a source of endless irritation. Feathers littered his otherwise pristine floor, and the itchiness was maddening. He groaned as he tried to reach over his shoulder to scratch the base of his wing joint but to no avail.  

Y/N stood in the doorway, hesitant but determined. Her shy disposition usually made it challenging for her to speak up, especially around Lucifer, whose presence alone could send shivers down anyone’s spine. But seeing him like this—frustrated and uncomfortable—she felt a tug of sympathy and a little courage bubble to the surface.  

"Luci," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.  

His crimson gaze flicked to her, his brow arching as he struggled to maintain his usual calm demeanor. “Yes, ducky?”  

“You seem... uncomfortable. Would you let me help?”  

His lips curled into a smirk, one that held both curiosity and amusement. “Help? And how do you plan to help me with this?” He gestured to his wings, shedding yet another feather as if to punctuate his point.  

“Well,” she fidgeted with the hem of her sweater, looking anywhere but at him, “a hot bath might help soothe the itchiness. And I could... I mean, if you'd like, I could help preen your wings. It might make things more manageable.”  

Lucifer blinked, momentarily stunned by the offer. It was rare for anyone to approach him with such sincerity, let alone someone so gentle. After a moment, he smiled—less teasing, more genuine.  

“Alright, that…that actually sounds nice.”  

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The bathroom was a vision of opulence, with a marble tub large enough to swim in and golden fixtures of birds that shimmered under the soft glow of the chandelier. 

Y/N busied herself adjusting the water temperature, her cheeks flushed as the steam began to rise. This would be interesting, only about seven months into their relationship, she had never been quite this up and personal with the King of Hell himself. 

Lucifer watched her with amusement from a nearby chair, his long legs crossed as his eyes traced her every move. She was a curious creature, timid yet caring in a way that stirred something deep within him.  

“Are you certain you wanna do this?” he asked, his voice teasing but soft.  

She glanced at him, her cheeks pinker than before. “I-I think so. It’s just... wings, right? Nothing too difficult.”  

He chuckled, standing gracefully to shed his jacket and shirt, revealing the broad expanse of his back and the full glory of his wings, even in their molting state. His chest and stomach were equally as strong looking, shapely even. But what caught her attention the most was the carved V-line down to his very large—nope. Keep it together. Y/N’s breath hitched as she took in the sight, but she quickly turned back to the bath, willing herself to focus.  

Once the water was ready, Lucifer sank into the tub with a sigh, the heat immediately easing some of his discomfort. He leaned back, his wings draped over the edges of the tub, and closed his eyes.  

“This was such a good idea,” he murmured.  

Y/N smiled softly, glad to see him relax. After a few minutes, he tilted his head toward her, one eye opening lazily.  

“Oh yeah, right. Umm, you’ll wanna step closer and pluck one-by-one.”  

She nodded, sitting on a stool behind him, her heart pounding. She reached out hesitantly, her fingers grazing the base of his wings. They were warm and surprisingly soft, even in their current state. She began to carefully remove the loose feathers, her movements gentle and precise.  

Lucifer’s eyes drifted shut again, a low hum of approval rumbling from his chest. “You have quite the touch,” he said, his voice velvety but clearly enjoying the individualized attention 

Y/N’s cheeks burned at his praise, but she didn’t stop. She worked methodically, smoothing the remaining feathers and untangling the ones that had become ruffled.  

As her fingers brushed along the sensitive inner edges, Lucifer’s breath hitched. He bit back a groan, unwilling to let her know just how much her touch was affecting him. But she noticed the way his muscles tensed slightly under her hands.  

“Am I hurting you?” she asked, worried.  

His eyes roled by into his head, choking out a small sentence. “Far from it, ducky.”  

She did, her shyness giving way to focus as she tended to him. The once-pristine bathroom now bore traces of discarded feathers, but neither of them paid it any mind. All that Lucifer could pay attention to was the warmth of her touch, how soft her hands felt on his wings. How good they might feel somewhere else. 

His body tenses, his breath getting caught in his throat, as she works out another knot in his wings; unaware of his thoughts. Or at least he thinks she is unaware. As Lucifer closes his eyes and lays his head back against the marble, he feels the water stir. 

His eyes slowly open to see the movement, only to see her hand drifting lower into the water. A low, guttural moan creeps past his lips as Y/N starts to pump his throbbing member, his hips instinctively bucking toward her touch. Her touch is so delicate, almost feather-light, but hits all the right places. Pumping up and down, as her other hand still continues to preen, his senses become overloaded the moment her lips come to kiss his neck. 

He's almost lost for words, his mind clouded by a primal desire. He can barely think straight anymore, all his focus is centered on Y/n and what she is doing. 

“Fuck ducky, just like that—“

Y/N’s ministrations are slow and deliberate, working for her reward. Every movement is just barely on the edge of what Lucifer is moaning and begging for, practically humping into her hand. The way his cheeks turn a beautiful shade of red; his hands coming to grip the edge of the tub till his knuckles are white, it’s not too long before he is close. 

“Just relax…Luci…please?”

It’s all too much and soon he’s painting the tub with hot thick ropes of cum with a loud moan, floating to the surface to stain the water. Slowly working him through his high, Y/N removes her hand after a moment. Lips still hovering over his neck at the pulse point, voice low and soft. 

“Do you feel better now, Luci?”

God’s did he ever. 

[gh0st-lie]

I don't think i've had a single cutscene outside of camp where he isn't coated in blood

[theanimeroom]

ughhh

ichigo with a breeding kink? idk i think he has one, like extremely and he’s so protective too so it just makes sense to me. any thoughts??

taking care of karin and yuzu all the time definitely sparked the fatherly genes in ichigo, for sure.

the first time he ever came in you he swore he caught a glimpse of heaven itself. he’d always wanted to try it in the first place, but didn’t know how you would feel about it. the unsureness caused him to keep the urge to himself, pushing the thought of pinning your body to the bed and breeding you full to the darkest depths of his mind.

it was only one random night, after a beautiful dinner and one too many glasses of wine, that you’d exposed your own thought process to him.

you’d dragged the man into the house, desperately trying to remove his clothing and get to what was underneath. ichigo always loved how needy you were when you drank, chuckling quietly to himself as you tried to mount him like a tree.

it was when your legs were wrapped around his waist, ankles locked and squeezing tightly that he felt the waves started to crash through his body.

he’d moan out slurred “fuck’s” as he tried to pull back, a frantic hand landing on one of your knees. he tried to separate your legs, but you only pulled him in deeper. “baby, fuck. ya’ gotta let go sweetheart.”

“hmm, don’ wanna,” you hummed, smiling wickedly to yourself when you saw ichigo’s expression flicker. “you don’t want to either, do you?”

ichigo paused as he peered into your eyes. you only smiled at him though, tightening the grip of your thighs again. “do it, ichi’. fill me to the brim.”

the lone sentence was enough for his hips to stutter, his strength coming back to rather easily separate your legs before pushing them both into you. you huffed as your knees pressed into your shoulders, something akin to a desperate yelp escaping as the orange head let his hips slap against yours. “okay baby, but don’t blame me for however you turn up after this. remember, you asked for this.”

the angle left your legs trembling with every thrust, your mouth stuck in an 'o' shape as you tried your best not to ruin the sheets under you.

ichigo’s thrusts never calmed down, his face was red and concentrated as he chased his own release to give you exactly what you asked for. strangled grunts left his parted lips as he watched his cock slide into you for the umpteenth time. you were coating him in your essence, the shiny layering making a rush of pleasure zip through his body, breathing growing heavy as he could feel his orgasm approaching.

his thick fingers reached up to your upper body, both hands placing themselves on your collarbones. he gripped the area firmly before scooting towards you a bit more, only giving you a soft stroke of his thumb against your bottom lip as solace before starting up his thrusts again.

the angle and speed of his thrusts sent your mind into overdrive. your fingernails dug into the protruding muscles of his forearms, barely able to fork a coherent sentence as ichigo sent you tumbling over the edge.

“yer gonna look so pretty like this, oh my fucking god,” ichigo growled lowly, eyes staring at the way you were falling apart under him. his cock was throbbing and twitching from inside you, it taking everything in him to hold himself back from destroying you completely. “tell me you want me to come inside you, say if f’me pretty girl.”

“i-ichi–!!!” you begged, voice dying and body freezing as your mind lost all reason, any and everything spilling out of your mouth if it meant reaching your finish line. “please come inside of me. wanna feel you fill me up, wanna feel it leaking out of me. i’ll do anything ichi please.”

you figured that whatever came out of your mouth was enough to satiate him, a broken, guttural moan slipping into the air after another sequence of rough strokes. you gasped quietly as you felt an unfamiliar sensation, the warmth causing a wanton moan to pass your throat, cunt throbbing from the intensity of your release.

“fuckin’ hell,” ichigo sighed, fighting to control his breathing as the post nut clarity started to kick in. the tip of his cock slipped out of you with a soft ‘pop’ the white creamy liquid following behind it making the orange head groan to himself. you squeaked when two long fingers pushed themselves into your hole, a desperate and overstimulated whine leaving you as he scooped up his own release, humming in satisfaction when he spread the bodily excretion along your pussy, pads of his fingers grazing your clit. “you’re such a fucking mess, guess i have to be the one to clean it up.”

he definitely eats you out after every time he nuts in you, prove me wrong.

[thecoyotescry]

Hello, it’s me again. You wanna know what I’ve been thinking about recently, gang?

So we all know how Matt is a sober sister, right? Well, I’ve been thinking about calling him to come pick you up after going out for the night with your friends. He would never judge you or try to keep you from going out just because he doesn’t drink, he’s not that type of guy. But he would be so adamant that you call him when you’re ready to leave the bar/club because “there’s no way in hell I’m letting you call an Uber when I am perfectly capable of getting you home safely.” The casual dominance of this guy??? Folded like a lawn chair!!!

And when he gets there to pick you up? He’s holding back his laughter because of how cute and endearing you are, especially if you’re a cuddly and/or giggly and silly drunk. He’d listen to you ramble on, tipsy and telling him all about what you and your friends got up to. And when you’re finally back home and ready for bed, he’d be sure to put an extra glass of water and some pain meds on the bedside table before getting cozy on his side next to you.

(AHHHHH!!!!! I need him I need him I need HIM!!!!!)

[waterflat]

Once i figure out how i wanna draw Alastor the world will change. Maybe not for the good.

[spikedfearn]

JUST ONE NIGHT SPIKE

[khihi]

so often i come to the conclusion that i’m probably ace or at least not attracted to men and then boom. käärijä

YEAH

I

DON'T

BLAME

YOU

[illuminatireject]

See the problem w liking postal is that it sucks. I can’t speak for the newer games bc I’ve only played postal 2 but it’s fucking awful. And dude? He sucks. You know he doesn’t shower or wipe his ass bc he thinks it’s gay. There’s shit stains on all of his old ragged briefs he was gifted at 15 and refuses to replace. He bathes with one bar of soap that has a hole in the middle and brushes his teeth with an old toothpaste crusted stick that looks like champ had a go at it, if he even remembers to. His house smells like dog shit and old milk and all his clothes smell like cigarettes and BO.

See all this is intimate knowledge. And yet, I still want to fuck him.

[gh0st-lie]

[rolling-in-the-waterdeep]

“When you wake, it will be back at our camp, back in our small, dirty, bloody patch of existence. But stay with me now. There are endless worlds out there. Countless ways to declare love. Infinite ways to express it. Too much for one night… but we can try.”

[daryltwdixon]

Not me literally buying the DVD of Dark Harbor 1998 off eBay to watch this man in action

[rosenthalsgirl]

THE AUDACITY. THE NERVE. of Franco Colapinto posting a video of playing golf shirtless

[thebucketlordtheoneandonly]

John Doe

John Doe my pookie I'm going to rip him out of the screen and kiss him

[spikedfearn]

this is still one of my favorite photos of him like: the ring, the earring, the facial hair i- 😩