#thrists

[luverfairyy]

mr wolf and death from puss and boots btw

[jinxhallows]

Ok, thought of you for this one, but don't know if you are doing asks, but hey, thought I'd drop it for you.

Lucifer's reaction to an MC with absolute ZERO body shyness and wearing a sports bra with a front zip. I mean, female MCs can wear bras for HOURS and DAYS on end and this can make your back SUPER sore. The best solution I have found is a FRONT ZIP SPORTS BRA! Unzipping it a little relieves the pressure put on your boobs and still keeps support up without giving into the (HUMAN) societal hate of FREE HANGING BOOBS!!

(I also have no idea how many male co-workers have seen my boobs when I am fixing the zipper in the break room when the zipper comes undone due to cleavage, but no one ever dares to comment when I side-eye glare at them and pause in my actions until they realize I know they are staring, XD.)

yerrrr here I am later than an aspiring mtv teenage star's period to answer this fantastic ask.

And also yes, my inbox is always open to these. HC's, requests, commissions, random friends, anything really I'm chill as fuck. DM me. I might be late as fuck sometimes (life is aggy rn) but I enjoy interacting with the awesome OM community.

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First of all, as we've discussed, I adore these bras.

Lucifer loves your breasts free bird, sports mode, and when it's decorated with delicate lace when you decide to splurge. He loves your body in all of its entirety, he doesn't care in the same manner that a human male does. He's attracted to the things your body is capable of doing. Your stamina for those long nights spent in the throes of passion with him, your flexibility when he pushes your thighs to your chest, watching every expression you make caught up between the carnal need to push them back further and the protective instinct to not hurt you.

And your strength.

The way you would stand in front of the mirror at the afterhours gym, late at night, leaning forward and gripping the barbell in front of you. It was 40 lbs, which may have seemed light to others, but the constant high repetitions you put in proved otherwise.

You'd curl your fingers around the textured part of the metal, getting a firm hold, and hoist it up to your chest and then heave it above your head as you'd drop down into a squat, your chest rising and falling as you held it above you for only a brief moment, before dropping it for the final time.

As you glance up in the mirror, you see him, his ebony hair wet with sweat, pieces of it stuck to the milky skin of his beautiful face. He was watching you, no... his eyes travelled down, he was really watching the droplet of sweat that left the tail of your soft sideburn, down your clavicle, and into the valley of your breasts in that new bra he had never seen you work out in.

"See somethin' you like?" You wave your fingerless gloved hand in front of him as you take out an airpod and approach him at the hanging punching bag.

"This," His finger slides up the teeth within the center of your bra as he finger's the zipper at the top, his eyes finally flitting back up to pierce yours again.

"Whoever invented this must be incredibly wealthy." he pulls it down half an inch, allowing your breasts to fall just a tiny bit to the sides. Your chest was shiny with sweat, more beads slipping into the deep crevice of your bosom.

"You like it?" you ask as your eyes travel from his hand, up his arm and to his lips for a few seconds. "It's easier for me to take on and off."

"The efficiency is genius, I'm sure not everyone is as efficient as I when it comes to the pesky clasps most brassieres have." he looks at you once more, fingers dancing around the black painted metal of your zipper. You can see his gaze darken and you feel your heart thrum and thump against the inside of your ribcage.

He pulls it down another inch and your breasts tumble down even more.

"We're in the gym." You say, flustered as your hand clasps over his own and you zip your bra back up.

He looks at you, endearingly, scarlet irises and dark black pupils wanting to betray your wishes immediately.

"You should wear those more often; they complement you well."

[graveswrites]

no... fighting for catan rights,,, for him to be your pretty kitty boy, your slutty catboy whore, your poor littol meow meow,,

coming back from my catboy satan phase to ask for. satan. in heat. meow meow desperate and hard and longing to rub himself up against you, nuzzling his head into your chest, your hands, his cock into your -

maybe,,, he needs,, a lesson on how a well-behaved kitten should act hhhHHhh

OK OK LISTEN I love sub Satan so much and I was just about to go write something for him but I think I can do a little warm up for you because i love procrastinating and I love cat boys

You find him hiding in his room after a spell gone wrong. A pair of new cat ears sticking up from his head, fluffy tail wrapped around his own leg as he lays in bed, humping the covers, desperately trying to get any friction on his leaking cock. He just looks up at you with tears in his eyes, flustered, looking ashamed, but unable to stop himself. You can't deny him like this, he's clearly in pain. "It's going to be okay, kitten, I'm here now." You coo as you approach the bed.

Immediately he's crawling up to lay on top of you, letting his erection rub on your leg as he latches his lips to yours in a sloppy open mouthed kiss. You can't resist the urge to reach over to pet his ears and he mewls into your mouth, humping your thigh as he rubs his head against your hand.

His tail wraps around your other wrist, pulling down on it. "I know, I know. I've got you." You chuckle as you let him guide your hand down his chest to rest on top of the bulge in his pants. As you undo them you notice there's a big wet patch on his underwear. You reach inside them to free his swollen cock. The head is red and shinny with precum, and you wrap your hand around it, easily gliding it up and down his length using his own fluids. He literally purrs into your ear, and you can see his tail lap excitedly behind him. "Good kitten." You mumble. "So worked up. How long were you here like this?" He doesn't respond, just nods into the crock of your neck, hiding his face. You can hear the whimpers he lets out right next to your ear as he thrusts his hips into your hand. You decide to let him lead the pace, allowing him to fuck your hand as he pleases. It's not long until he's close, hips stuttering as he struggles to keep up a steady pace. "That's it, feels good doesn't it? Just let go kitten. Make a mess for me." You close your grip on his cock, and with one last deep thrust he's cumming all over your hand, mewling and purring into your neck as he continues to desperately hump your hand to ride out his orgasm.

(kind of abrupt ending but i've got nothing else in me, hope this clenchs your satan thirst <3)

[keilemlucent]

DOMESTIC KEIGO YOU SAY?? ohmygoodness that idea lives in my mind nd is THRIVING! just imagining waking up early in the morning to see the pretty view of keigo, his hair practically glowing as the sunrise peaks in through your windows nd just running your hands through his hair as you welcome the view of keigo sleepily opening his eyes, greeting you with a soft smile before tugging you closer because he wants to feel you next to him and in his arms big eye emoji nd him nuzzling into your hair 🥺

GOD, what a fantastic mental image.

i’d like to think that keigo’s particularly soft in the mornings. when he’s extra sleepy, being lazy like he so desires. and he’s always pretty, even with bed head and sleep seeds in his eyes. he’ll purr and lean into any attention and affection you give him, tug you closer for more and greedily take some of you in tandem.

also his morning voice???? the little bit of gravel?? how easily it breaks when he fills you up, fucking you all sweet and slow??? nut

[luvsicksubs]

YES THE ROPES 😭 and he looks away in emabarrassment when you call him your good boy because come on, he's THE neji hyuga, no one can know he isn't in charge (everybody knows). oh god bye i'm going nuts just thinking about it ~🍄

!!!!!! 

neji is so composed like...all of the time. except for when it comes to you. his submission towards you comes a lot more from him being so whipped for you and wanting to give you the very best. but there’s something about the way you look at him and call him pretty and give him praise that makes him sit down and go “.... maybe this is something im into,” because he gets so like warm and fluttery when you give him praise 

he’s not not into being broken he simply wants your love and attention but he likes how he looks tied up tbh. the aesthetic is too good. when u give him little kisses as you do it... it is so intimate.... screaming... 

[nil-burn]

Okay, ma'am, thoughts on humiliation/degradation? - ❤ 🕷

Yes.

I tend to think I am not good at it but yes all the way.

Like forcing them to do things in front of you.

He moans and flushes, avoiding your gaze, legs spread open and his ass in in the air, giving you full view of what he is doing. He does what you asked of him and shoving a dildo up his ass, slowly. Exposing himself and showing his expressions, him being too slow for you, you decide to shove the rest of it deep inside of him. Expression changing, he cries out and moving to grab the sheets underneath him instead.

Now imma shy away, it can be whom ever you want lol.

[bokuroskitten]

Kuroo who had a rough day at work and really doesn't have patience to deal with your bratty attitude today so he grabs your face, opens your mouth and spits wordlessly. You know you have to obey or he won't let you cum for the next week. He's also the one who, when using a riding crop or a cane, will gently tap tap tap before doing it roughly so you never know when the pain will come. Definitely loves doing that to your inner thighs. Oh and, he spits on your cunt and slaps it, but not like a little slap, it's that wet smack.

anon, excuse me a moment while I —

H E L L O S H A W T Y

You’re brain is beautiful Anon. The way I would beg for this aggressively. Thank you for sharing, kiss your brain for me. ❦