Kazee! 😍💕 Hope you're doing well. From the Alphabet meme, I'd like to request F, I, L, W, X and Y for Theo (Ikevamp) or Lucifer (OM) please 👀💙 Thank you! 💕

For the fic prompt, Belphegor and Fem! MC

8) "If you're going to act like a little brat then I'm going to treat you like a little brat." ; 2) "You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat." ; 45) "When we get home I'm cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore." ; 93) "It's okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I'm between your legs." (Please use brat instead of honey 👀)

Thank you so much!😶 and you'll never know who I am 😳🙈☻👀

Can i have an espresso and shot glass for theo , please ?

Theo’s head was held between his palms. Tears tumbled down his cheeks as silent sobs left his opened mouth, his fangs slipping from his gums at the distress racking through his limbs- his body’s own twisted way of seeking relief. The image of Arthur slipping a ring on your finger, your skin radiant against the white of your dress, still ingrained itself in his mind. Your ecstatic smile burned the back of his lids every time he closed his eyes, and it drove him mad.

He had done this. This was his fault. He had pushed you away, called you names, ignored the way you had stared at him when you thought he wasn’t looking.

He felt utterly and completely alone.

A voice startled him, making him flinch and cave in on himself in defense. “Theo?”

Of course, it had to be you, Theo thought. He brushed his tears roughly away with the back of his hand as you stepped closer to his seated form. Your concerned words wove a knot deep within him; it settled like a heavy ball of lead in his gut.

“Why are you here alone? Everyone is looking for you.”

“Go back to the party,” Theo mumbled angrily, twisting his body further so you only saw his bent, tense back.

You were taken back, shocked even at the frigidness of his reply. Ignoring his demand, you step in front of him, bending down to see the scowl etched into his skin.

His face was splotchy, dried tear tracks stuck to his flesh in sticky patterns, his eyes were swollen and squinted as he avoided your line of sight. Theo’s shoulder jerked at the warmth of your hand and gentle squeeze.

“Look at me please,” you started, tone soft, pleading. He glanced at you with a lifeless gaze; the white of his eyes red and glazed over. “What’s wrong?”

He bit his lip, his mouth dry and saliva thick. Tears began to well again, clumping his lashes together. Theo felt his heart break when the diamond of your wedding ring sparkled under the light.

He shuddered a breath, a crumpled copy of a smile tugging at his lips. Theo shakily answered a blunt, “I’m fine.”

A painful flutter in his chest forced a grimace from the art dealer when you just looked at him- truly looked at him as if he was the only thing in your tiny world. Why did his heart hurt so?

He sighed, not believing his own words. “Just leave me alone, please. It hurts-.”

You watched his fists clench, nails digging into his skin while his jaw snapped shut to stop himself from finishing his sentence.

“What hurts, Theo? Tell me how I can help.”

He inhaled, his body shaking harder with each passing second. “You can’t help. Not now. Not now that you’re his.”

For the prompt thing..... fem! MC and Satan 😳😊☺️🙈

32) "Kitten, don't make me tell you twice." and/or 71) "I'm gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you're spreading your legs for me."

Thank you for doing this Abby 💜😘🥺