Could you do more of nsfw headcanons for Lucifer please?
lucifer's nsfw alphabet
I decided to do this wayyyy, hope I will saticify your requests
MDNI!!!
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
really caring, always making sure that you are okay after you guys are done
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
he loves his hands and he likes seeing them on your body; lives for thighs and your neck (buries his face in there)
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)
creampie, creampie, creampie. loves to feel like he is marking you as his.
also loves to see his cum on you (like your stomach).
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
has hard time with cumming on his own, and always needs you to do it
(and sometimes he wishes you would spank him, but he is too embarrased to tell you that).
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
I mean he has experience, but... yeah, you need to teach him or you can learn together ;)
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
face-off (likes to kiss you) and cowgirl (wants to see your face).
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
it depens, but he can allow himself to be a little silly (if it makes you happy).
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
he is very well-groomed and always tries to maintain hygiene when doing such things.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
he is so romantic like- no sexy things if you are not in the mood
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
masturbates a lot, but like I said has a problem with cumming, he needs you.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
humping (a lot of it, in his clothes as well), sub!/dom! relationship, slight degradation
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
his office, and bedroom... anywhere in his house, but never outside.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
you. especially when you act all dom to him.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
hurt you while during it or doing it when you don't want to. also never extreme stuff like choking, he is too sweet.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
he likes to give and receive equally (PLS RIDE HIS FACE)
P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
his pace is rather sensual, but when he is about to cum, he starts to go faster.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
he is not a fan of quikies, he wants to devoure you.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
he can take a risk and try something new, but again, he is never going to hurt you.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
he can go all night... this man has some crazy stamina.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
no... he never tried them and why, when he has you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
he doesn't like to tease you, but likes when you tease him.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
he is pretty loud and expressive.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
he is a total sub.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
12 cm (4,7 inch), with erection 18 cm (7 inches).
long and slightly veiny.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
when it comes to you, it's pretty high.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep )
straightly after you two clean up, he snuggles close to you and you both fall asleep.
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warnings: age gap, teacher x student relationship, smut
teacher's pet.
Every word he said was giving you goosebumps.
He was harsh, stony, and, according to many students, ruthless. There were times when you made eye contact with each other, although they never lasted longer than two seconds, after which you always felt your cheeks burning. Those two seconds were enough for you to feel like he was sucking your soul out of you. Then you looked away as if you had been burned, trying your best to focus on the lecture. Apart from the innocent glances you threw his way, you had absolutely nothing in common. Well, based on the students' stories, you avoided him, afraid that you too would get to know his harsh side. As you walked down the same hallway, you were so scared of the confrontation that when you spotted him on the horizon, you turned around and ran towards the nearest restroom. Back then, you were sure he didn't even remember your name. And, what is more, you weren't aware of how amused he was by your childish behavior.
Despite his aura that was repulsive to many students, one thing could not be taken away from him. His intelligence.
Every time you couldn't keep your eyes off him. You couldn't quite tell whether you were enjoying the subject matter due to its inherent interest or whether it was him who had become your focus of interest. You were completely fascinated by him. He was definitely an object of desire among women. Despite his strict side, female students flocked to him like flies. Professor Colby Brock was particularly disliked in the male community. Because he used the most ruthless and extremely harsh comments especially towards men.
The silence all around pulled you out of your thoughts. Upon realising that everyone was staring your direction, you turned your head up. There he was, looking at you. Patiently waiting for your answer to the question he had previously asked.
After a few seconds, which felt like eternity, he gave you a smile and moved on to get the answer from someone else. You started blushing from the embarrasment. Your friend sitting next to you noticed and playfully hit you with her elbow, while raising a brow at you. She obviously knew about this little crush and always made jokes about how the two of you should just get a room already. You always rolled your eyes, knowing deep down that's what you wish for.
The next round of questions started and you saw your teacher going down the line, all of your classmates answering one by one. When you knew it would be your turn next, your heart began racing. You were quickly counting through the questions, to see which you would have to answer, so you wouldn't embarass yourself even more.
"Miss Y/L/N, number three, please."
He set his hand on the table in front of you, supporting his body weight as he was leaning a little bit. Tattoos peaking from under his rolled sleeves, you had to push away the sinful thoughts once again.
"How do you check brain health? Uh, you check it through electroencephalography, spinal tap or myelography," you looked up at him, trying not to stumble over your words.
"Agreed, but you forgot about the most important and simplest method called Imaging Tests. Otherwise, good enough."
You weren't entirely happy with your answer, but you were glad that you were at least able to escape the humiliation of yourself. After you answered your question, he suddenly decided to finish the lesson, as an hour and half already passed.
"That's all for today. And, don't forget to borrow a book on neuroanatomy. It can really help you." He finished the class by picking all of his books up, walking towards the door. He let everyone pass through, before walking out of the class himself.
You and your friend said your goodbyes and each went different ways. Yours lead to the library.
Your professor semeed to be following the same path.
If it weren't for the fact that you were in a public place, you would definitely have burst into loud screams.
Upon arriving at the library, you were greeted by the closed doors. What was extraordinary was that the library closed earlier than it should have. The librarian usually set her own rules, so it was almost impossible to come across her.
You shook the handle one more time and checked for the opening hours sign, just to be sure.
The sign was showing exactly what you thought. The librarian was probably drinking a delicious cappuccino in the principal's office. It's called double standards when you're related to the head of this school.
You weren't happy with the situation, but there was nothing you could do, so you decided to go home. When you turned around, you started rummaging through your bag. It was always full of stuff and you could never find wireless headphones. You walked slowly, leaning to the side, still grabbing random things to find the plastic box. After a few steps, you noticed a figure in front of you.
Upon turning your head up, you noticed your Brain Mechanisms professor standing there. He was playing with a set of keys, turning them at their hoop around his fingers. You almost fainted. You started looking around frantically, but it was too late to escape. It would be at least strange if you ran out now. Certainly no one would see you in any of his lectures again.
"Exemplary student, I see. Running to borrow the book I mentioned straight after the class," he pointed out, while slowly walking towards you. Your heart started pounding, but thankfully, he just passed you to get to the door.
"I didn't know you were in charge of the library, professor Brock. Where is Mrs. Smith, may I ask?" You were genuinely curious.
While trying to unlock the door, he turned his body halfway to face you.
"I have not received any information about her, but I volunteered to take her place. You know, I get credits for it and, I assure you, it's not that hard of a job."
Your suspicions about drinking coffee in the principal's office were becoming more and more true.
When he finally managed to open the door, he walked past it. Holding them open with one hand, gesturing for you to come through with the other.
Marching forward, you felt his eyes looking you up and down. As you walked through the doorway, you heard his voice behind you.
"The section you are looking for is there," he pointed to a huge shelf to the right labeled neurology. Everything would be fine if there weren't a dozen or so shelves. You didn't know which to look at.
You quickly gave him a smile while speeding your walk to get to the shelves, so you could look for the books you needed and got the hell out of there.
All this time, you were wondering why he hadn't criticized you yet.
After a while, several more people started walking through the door. They sat to study or just tried to find the books they wanted. It was taking you a surprisingly long time to find the titles you were looking for, the ones that were supposed to help you with your studies, but you didn't want to ask the teacher, you'd rather die on the spot.
You spent a good ten minutes going slowly over the section of letter "N" but didnt see any copies of the neurobiology book left. Thinking your classmates already took all of them, you were slowly losing hope. You slid over to the frame on the right, moving on to find a book for your psychology finals.
Scanning the shelves with your eyes, looking for the letter "S" the dark figure appeared next to you once again.
"Need any help?" he asked you generously.
Well, you didn't want to ask him that at first. But since he was already standing there, you decided to give it a try.
"Yes, sir."
He started walking away from you, signaling you to also leave the cubicle made out of shelves.
"Well, maybe neurobiology is in a different section. You're in the language department, Miss."
You were following him to the other side of the library, but this comment made you pause for a split second and roll your eyes. He was following you to the cubicle in the furthest corner of the room. You really just wanted to get this over with and come back the next day, when the usual librarian would be back.
Then, Professor Brock, walked between the two giant shelves and you kept following him. Stopping in front of the middle one, you started scanning the section of the letter "Z" once again.
"Thank you, I can handle from now on."
Something didn't seem right as he didn't leave after what you just told him. In fact, he got even closer. You didn't know if you were scared, purely annoyed or even a little bit aroused. You just barely got to notice that the books on the shelves were about history, when he turned you around in one swift movement. You dropped your bag on the ground in a response, hoping your glass water bottle didn't shatter.
He pinned you against one of the bookshelves, roughly holding your arms above your head.
"And maybe, I lied about the book being here," he whispered straight to your face.
You began to breathe heavier and felt your heart practically leap out of your chest as you looked up at the professor towering over you. You felt small and weak. But you kept your mouth shut.
"Tell me, Y/N, do you think I'm an idiot?" he asked, his voice as cold as ice then. You surrendered completely to his voice. Not having the courage to respond, you shook your head. "Use your words, puppy."
"I would never dare to think like that, sir."
"Oh, and I think otherwise. I've seen the way you look at me in class. Every time you try to avoid me, you make me look like a fucking idiot. Do you think I don't notice the looks you give me during lectures? Is that why you are so restless, innocent, absent?" You felt goosebumps once again.
"Never in my life would I have thought you were an idiot, professor."
"Good. Now, just stay right there. And don't you dare move, understood?" he added, raising his voice even more.
"Yes, sir. I won't move, I promise, I'll be good for you."
"Good girl, always so obedient when you want to be," he whispered in your ear, making shivers shoot right down your spine. "I bet you will miss me when you graduate. Will you?"
You bury your face in your hands as your cries wrack through your body. "Y-yes. So much, sir."
"Oh, I'm sure you will." He almost scoffed. He moved your hands away from your face, taking both of your hands in one of his, and his free hand reached up to wipe your tear-stained cheeks.
"There's nothing to cry about. I can't stop thinking about you, puppy. Every time I catch your eye, I try to stop myself from fucking you on my desk. Can you understand that? Can you understand how much you mean to me?"
"Sir- I..I'm not worth losing your job, listen to yourself!"
Colby frowned and grabbed your hands tightly back into his. He never liked anyone not looking at him when they talked to him.
"That's for me to decide, isn't it?" He asked sternly as he looked at you.
"How are you going to make sure no one ever finds out, sir?"
"By being careful, and taking our time," he explained. "But also by being smart.. by paying close attention to any signs that anyone is suspicious. And that means you'll need to learn how to be careful too.. how to be cautious" he added. "We will keep it between us, my girl."
You nodded at his words and suggestions.
"I'll make sure to be careful, sir."
He smiled down and cooed in your ear.
"There we go.. You’re so smart, darling."
His fingers ran through your hair and despite the comfort, you felt a knot in your stomach at his words.
"Do you like that…? The thought that you can have me?" he asked teasingly, smiling a little bit. "The thought that you are mine… and only yours? Does it make your heart skip a beat?"
He moved his hand to play with the collar of your shirt, noticing how your eyes followed everything he did.
Almost immediately, you nodded and opened your mouth in a contented sigh.
"Y-yes, sir."
"The thought seems nice, doesn't it…?"
He leaned closer to you, his eyebrows raising in mock curiosity, as if he was exploring the feeling right next to you. Back then, his tone was filled with nothing but lust.
"And..what if I were to…" he asked as he moved so he leaned closer to you until he was practically above you… "Show you how good it feels…?" He asked gently, leaning forward.
"Would you like this… princess?" As he spoke, his breath became even warmer and you could see his eyes were filled with nothing but love, lust and passion.
"I'd love that… Professor. I am yours."
You bited your lip as you looked up at him with innocent eyes. You moaned when he inhaled your scent and kissed your neck, licking it in the process. "Do you want to do it here?" He huskily asked, hands also beginning to touch and caress you everywhere, especially your boobs, groping and massaging it.
His deep, sexy voice plus the way he kept touching you everywhere sent shivers down your spine that you didn’t even think twice to tell him yes. You looked like an angel, pure and innocent.
He took your body tightly, molding it in his grip as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You sook your head in despair, eliciting a sarcastic laugh from him. "I like that, professor"
"I’ve barely touched you yet, lil’ thing." He tugged at your hair, pulling harshly at it.
"Professor," you grumbled, which only resulted in him pulling at it even more.
"Spread your legs for me, puppy." he demanded, holding your torso tight in his left arm. Enamored of how his eyes hovered over you while making your way up between his legs, you slowly parted your knees, giving him a lovely sight.
"Please," you sighed, feeling shivers run across your body.
He chuckled, blowing air at the bruise he’d just created on your neck. "Why such a rush? We need to take it slow so you can learn!" You gulped as soon as he scraped his nails on your stomach. "Do you promise me you’ll pay attention to the lesson, puppy?"
You bobbed eagerly, glancing at his face just to see his tongue in between his teeth in a devilish grin. "Promise, I promise you."
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