ASK imagine coloring in matts tattoos ( anonymous )
★ blurb!
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"sit still!" you laugh, pulling the red marker away from matts skin. "how can mez put permanent art on your body when you squirm so much!"
he giggles, smiling at you. "because mez doesn't make me all jittery." he runs his free hand soothingly up and down your back, wanting to pull you closer as you sit on his legs, but he restrains.
playfully rolling your eyes, you lean back down to his arm, and continue coloring in the light house. he flinches again the second it makes contact with your skin. "matt!" you tease through gritted teeth. "stop it before i hurt you!"
matt laughs, defensively pulling his head back, "im ticklish!"
"god youre such a pain." you smile, continuing to color his arm, filling it with every color possible.
I don't know why but I have this headcanon that Lucifer is great at oral sex... I you feel like it could you write something a out it? ( it's good even with the other brothers or side characters!)
And I think you’re right, Anon. I mean, anyone as fluid of tongue and amorous of speech [in private] as Lucifer is, can’t not be just as good with his mouth on and within his significant other LOL.
Jokes aside, I can’t provide you with a ficlet at the moment but I can expand on his, ahem, oral skillset as a head-canon. Not strictly adhering to his competence at providing oral but also the why. As to his reasoning to be just that good for his S/O ;)
Rated: NSFW/18+
Tags: oral sex, descriptions of demon (monstrous) fucking in the literal sense
Part of Lucifer’s ‘expertise’ stems from the desire to see you utterly wrecked (of love and languorous pleasure) beneath a dexterous mouth and fingers. As one beloved to the former prince of Heaven, you are to receive nothing short of the finest gifts he has to bestow upon you [as detailed within my head-canons here and here], be it spiritual or of a far more physical nature. His mouth while it works upon you, tongue slipping in to curve against wet walls. The swipe of an incessant thumb followed by the broad of his tongue against that point of pleasure, Lucifer is particularly observant when he moves to settle in between your legs.
The precise exertion of pressure against your walls; that one spot within that has you ready to clench and collapse around the intrusion of him. The heavy spasm of your legs around his head; the twitch of thighs as his tongue tracks its path across you: he is scrutinizing it all, because when you release yourself so vehement you see stars, he wants you ruined enough you think of nothing but how violent his command over your body and its reactions, is. The Avatar of Pride; your pleasure is only but a source of such. Satisfaction, Lucifer’s prowess in the bedroom never fails to betray.
And also… because your anatomies are rather different, he wants you prepared, drenched and slick, to accept him within. It is not often he lets loose of his human personification but it does and can occur within the bedroom when he finds himself so lost within you, his own body unraveling and changing form to reveal: Canines lengthening into needle points, the urge, to press into you and spurt his seed deep, overwhelming enough. Great, dark wings that hurtle wide; majestic, obsidian parts of him, his face warping and changing form, he might’ve worried for how he might frighten you, were it not for how he trusts within your love for him. How you move to embrace him, mouth slipping open to his sinuous double-edged tongue sliding to entwine with yours. The light bitter, as if of ash, across his tongue almost intoxicating in your haze. The widening girth and length of his cock within, the pronounced ridges you feel across its texture might’ve been startling if not for how that pain stings into pleasure, thanks to how he he worked you open and dripping, prior, with his mouth and digits. Lucifer’s inhumane thrusts; each time he moves to drive you deeper into the sheets, excess combined arousal gushing out of the space you two are joined, splattering onto the sheets. Lending you dexterity and lubrication enough to accept him within.
📂 | for a random useless headcanon | always accepting
Tobirama is an excellent cook. He doesn't know from who he inherited this gift (but he suspects it's his mother) but he is grateful to it. He can know if a recipe will work or fail by just looking at the ingredient list.
a minor deity from current season of friends at the table that started out as a joke but became important over the course of one episode and now the entire fandom adores them. they’re the god of Knowing When To Put Your Candles Out Before You Go To Sleep.
