We know that Caine is altering players minds, and being a possible reason for players abstractions. And we know before someone abstracts they become harder to be around and always talking about some 'Exit'
And we know Able isn't a real player (I think confirmed on twitter he's an NPC) so some people think he could have been a self insert for caine. Talking about how 'Caine Is a prisoner' (Ep 7) and how he wishes he too could escape.
We know caine has an obsession about the 'macro verse'- another name caine gives to try and understand the real world. His obsession with humans.
Maybe he's trying to find the exit. His desperate obsession with leaving the exit, trying to code in through the players in some way to find it.
- maybe because he knows they came from the outside, maybe there could be a way for them to leave it.
The show itself is very character driven, looking into depth about the characters, their emotional experiences and growth. Focusing heavily on the character's development in the show- possibly to show the development in a non-continious or changing life.
Caine being so desperate to leave the circus would show his character and his consequences to the players in a much deeper depth.
This could also be why Pomni is searching for the exit when she first arrives. Caine knows she is the newest to enter, and uses that to see whether he could find a way through her. Instead the code's in the game just keep changing into what Caine has already seen and created- the photos from the 'macroverse'
Though it wouldn't explain why Caine stopped pomni from entering the void.
I'm not too sure though, just rewatched the pilot at 1am so- anyway yeah
I think it would be a cool theory
PS- Caine is just such a silly little guy, was searching for a gif of him in ep 7 holding the pictures of the macroverse obsession but he's just such a cutie pie in every gif
How do you explain to someone that tickling is the best and worst part of your life?
Like yes, please, it makes me feel connected to you and close and like I'm wanted. It's a way to make me feel better and like a child again and is comforting because it feels like you want to see me at my very rawest where I can't be in control and you will still love me
But also I hate it because why do I need that. Why do I blush at the word. Why can't I just enjoy something without it being so deeply ingrained in myself to feel guilt about it.
My feelings towards tickling takes up such a big part of my person and I'm sure I need a therapist to talk to about it but even if I did I wouldn't be able to live with the fact somebody knew because what if they confirmed all my thoughts.
The hysteria bro... the relief of knowing he was right and didn't just doom everyone because of his selfishness, the dread of having everyone now know that he can't go back to the real world because he's scared of it and that he'd rather be here with them than out there, the anguish of not knowing whether he was the one who even made that decision in the first place because Caine lied about being able to control his mind, the anger over Caine manipulating all of them and giving them hope, and the way it was him speaking up that got everyone riled up and talking too... oh baby please don't pull a sacrifice on me 😦
Summary: After his battle with Vox, Alastor is left a little worse for wear and needing to blow off some steam. Luckily for him, a prime form of stress relief lives just across the building...
This is technically a sequel to Power Source, but you don't have to have read that fic to understand this one!
Warnings: Adult language, threats of cannibalism, innuendos, descriptions of injuries (including mentions of blood), and Alastor being Alastor.
Word Count: 4,572 words.
The Vees had certainly done a number on Hell.
First of all, the geography of Pride had been greatly changed, falling buildings taking out entire blocks, roads marked with gapping holes and deep cracks, the Extermination tower completely annihilated.
And then there was the political aspects of it all; while Valentino and Velvette had managed to retain some of their power, Vox had completely fallen from Hell's good graces, and it was clear the Vees would never have the stronghold they once did. That could only mean one thing; another power vacuum had opened, and wannabe overlords all around the city were stepping up to try and claim their place amongst the highest demons.
Sure, redemption had been proven possible, but not everyone thought themselves capable of such a thing, more or less were willing to give it a shot. Besides, power vacuums were fleeting things in Hell, and most weren't willing to pass up on the chance to become one of the big dogs NOW just for the POSSIBILITY of redemption in the far-off future.
The ensuing turf wars were brutal, bloody things, immensely entertaining for a while but quickly becoming stale. Alastor had seen it all before, and none of the newcomers showed much promise of being anything other than power-hungry idiots.
Everyone was left more than a little busted up by the battle; Vaggi had a concussion and several cuts that needed tending to, Husk had a burn from his little stunt with the fireballs, that little seraphim had lost a WING. While nobody from the hotel had died this time, thank the Heavens for that, casualties were high, and sinners across Hell were mourning the dead who'd been caught in the crossfire of Alastor and Vox's little tryst.
"Pathetic..." Alastor mumbled, watching as a fish-like sinner collapsed into Charlie's waiting embrace, bawling over how they would have been done for, had the princess not come to their rescue and pulled them out of the way of Vox's malfunctioning contraption. "To put on such a display, and in public no less. Have they no dignity?"
Husk glanced up from his work, cleaning rag still in hand, brows raised. "Come on, Al, cut 'em a break. They nearly got sent to double death just a few days ago." The bartender replied, setting the whisky glass he had been cleaning back on the shelf.
"So did I, but you don't see me groveling and crying at someone's feet now, do you?" Alastor retorted, ear flicking with annoyance.
The deer demon's hand subtly moved to his ribs, rubbing at his aching bones. He had definitely cracked a few ribs, maybe his sternum, too, but his healing factor was slowly patching it all up (one of the few perks of Hell, he supposed). Every so often, if he shifted the wrong way, he could feel blood ooze from the wound on his chest, still raw and tender from Vox tearing out the stitches.
"Yeah, somehow I don't see you goin' up to Heaven to thank that Angel who saved your ass anytime soon." Husk replied.
A low growl tore from Alastor's throat, eyes briefly flashing to radio dials. "Watch it..." He warned, ears pinning back.
Having to be saved by ANYONE was a sore spot for him. While he was once again at full power, he'd still needed that little seraphim (Emily, was it) to help him in the end. Hell, the woman had even lost a limb in the process! Was she just THAT noble, or did she have some ulterior motive?
Alastor hated owing debts, especially a life debt. Those gave people the leverage to ask for nearly anything, and now he owed one to an angel of all beings. The notion filled him with a mixture of frustration and anger.
The overlord downed another Sazerac, his third of the evening, the liquid burning his throat as it went down.
Suddenly, the two were joined by Cherri Bomb, the cyclops sliding onto the barstool next to Alastor with a doopey grin on her face. Clearly, she'd just gotten off the phone with her long-distance lover, and going by the flush on her cheeks, things had gotten rather steamy.
"Fuckin' hell, give me a sour cherry vodka, will ya Whiskers? That damn snake put me through the ringer; who knew that old fuck would be so good at phone sex?" Cherri's eye flicked over to Alastor, her expression changing to a mixture of curiosity and concern. "You feelin' alright, mate? You look like hammered shit, and that ain't normal for you."
"I'll have you know I'm not even tipsy." Alastor snorted, eyes narrowed.
"Fine, ya look like regular shit, then. Maybe you should go lay down or somethin.'"
Fuck her, he was fine, thank you very much! Alastor's eyes scanned the lobby, taking in each new face briefly before moving on. He doubted any of them would be important enough to be memorable, but he was nothing if not observant of his surroundings.
In the sea of faces, a flash of blonde caught his eye. For a moment, he thought it was Charlie again, but this figure was far too short.
No, it was the other Morningstar.
Lucifer was looking far better than he had a few days prior. The various wounds and cuts marring his porcelain skin had completely healed, without so much as a scar remaining. There were still bags under his eyes, symptoms of lack of sleep, if Alastor were to guess, but otherwise the king appeared to be back to normal.
At least, in a physical sense.
Lucifer's behavior, on the other hand, was an entirely different matter. The king had always been flighty, prone to disappearing at the drop of a hat, but had still carried some degree of prideful confidence. Now, though? He jumped like a frightened mouse whenever someone so much as brushed against him, eyes wide and limbs twitchy, as if ready to flee at any second.
To most, it would seem like the king had been through the wringer as Vox's prisoner. In a sense, they wouldn't have been wrong, though the precise details of the king's "torture" were so ludicrous no one could have possibly surmised them. But Alastor? He knew better.
Of course he did; even if Vox hadn't come to gloat to him after every "harvesting session," he would have been able to hear the angel's screams of boyish laughter from halfway across the pentagram.
Lucifer Morningstar, the king of Hell, the devil himself, was ticklish. Dreadfully so.
Alastor's perpetual grin curled upwards at the corners, eyes sharpening as he watched his rival duck through the crowd, rambling out apologies as he accidentally bumped into a tree sinner by the staircase. He looked so pathetic; how had Alastor ever been intimidated by him? Sure, he had the power of a god, but what good was power if one was unable to utilize it against one's enemies? Looking at him like this, Lucifer more resembled prey to be hunted, not the feared Father of Lies.
And Alastor was in need of a good hunt right now.
...
Lucifer sighed as he shut his bedroom door behind him, slumping back against the cool wood with relief. Finally, space to breath. He couldn't have been more happy that his daughter's dream was finally becoming a reality; she'd worked so hard for it, fought so hard for it, and he wasn't going to rain on her parade but...damn, he was sick of all the people hanging about.
'I can hardly hear myself think anymore.' He thought, slinking over to his bed and collapsing forward onto the mattress.
In a blink, his royal attire had been exchanged for comfortable loungewear; a large, red oversized sweater and white sweatpants embroidered with little apples. The PJ set had been a gift from Lilith their last Sinsmas together, and he found himself wearing them every other night, even if just to remember the sweet smile on her face as she gave them to him.
Father, he missed her.
The king glanced at the large pile of unfinished rubber ducks heaped next to his bed, debating whether or not to work on them. Usually, he would spend at least three hours a night on them, maybe more if his energy levels allowed for it. But right now? He was so burnout the mere thought made him feel exhausted.
Bed rotting it was, then.
Lucifer rolled onto his back, starring up at the ceiling as he traced the faint scar on the back of his neck. The little mark was the only remaining trace of his...captivity. While all others had healed, for some reason, that first little mark refused to go away completely, Vox's last "fuck you" to the fallen seraphim.
As memories flashed through his mind, Lucifer felt his cheeks grow warm, no doubt tinting a bright gold. He was still mortified at having fallen for such an obvious trap, but more than anything, he was embarrassed by what came afterwards.
"NEHEHEHAHAHAHA! N-NOHOHOHOHOOO, NOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!"
"What's the matter, your highness? The hooves a bad spot? It's just one little feather..."
Lucifer's blush grew stronger, creeping down his neck and up to his ears, feeling as though it was about to consume his entire being.
"PLEHEHEHEHEHEEEEA! W-WHATEVER YOU WAHAHAHANT, I'LL GIHIHIHIVE IT TO YOHOHOHOU! MY THROHOHONE, MY PAHAHALACE!"
"Why would I want YOUR measly throne when I can seize Heaven's instead? Thanks for the offer, though, Lu."
The blonde's hand moved down, rubbing at his stomach as phantom tickles coursed through his nervous system. His heart was racing, mouth fighting back the urge to grin.
"Look what I found; it's our newest model! Guaranteed to keep your teeth pearly white, at least that's what the commercial says. We're still workshopping that part."
"GEHEHEHEHEHET THAHAHAT FUHUHUCKING THING AWAY FROHOHOHOM ME!"
"But your highness, we NEED someone to test our latest model! And what could be better than a royal endorsement, am I right?"
That toothbrush had been a worse punishment than anything Heaven could cook up for him. He could still feel it running along his arms, getting closer and closer to his armpits until...
"Why, good evening, your majesty! I see you're already settling in for the evening!"
Lucifer jolted upright, letting out a startled squawk. His eyes darted across the room just in time to see Alastor slipping from the shadows, grin as infuriating as ever.
"What the HELL?!" The blonde yelled, eyes narrowed angrily. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?"
"Of course! But entering this way is FAR more fun!" Alastor replied, grin widening ever so slightly as he strode forward. "My, my, I never expected to see our king in such an adorable getup!"
Lucifer scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Fuck you, bellhop! Why don't you do us both a favor and go away, yeah? I have IMPORTANT things to do."
The redhead raised an eyebrow. "I didn't know lounging about staring at the ceiling could be considered important. How enlightening." He crooned. "Anyways, I'm here because I'm afraid I'm in need of your services."
The fallen angel let out a loud snort. "You? Need help from ME?" He chortled. "What makes you think I'd do ANYTHING for you after the shit you've pulled! All the blatant disrespect, in front of MY DAUGHTER, no less!" Lucifer shook his head. "You must be an idiot to think-"
"Because it will be mutually beneficial." Alastor cut in, red eyes narrowing to slits at the king's jeering remarks.
That made Lucifer pause. "What could you possibly have to offer me? Besides tacky furnishings and smartass comments."
Alastor took a few more steps forward, absentmindedly fiddling with the microphone at the end of his cane. "I'll scratch your little itch, and you'll provide me with some much needed entertainment." He replied simply.
The king raised a brow. "Excuse me?" He asked incredulously.
"Don't think I haven't noticed your behavior as of late, your majesty. Ever since your little stay with Vox, you've been quite...jumpy. You nearly flew to the ceiling when Charlie brushed against you yesterday morning!"
Alastor stopped at the foot of the bed, gazing down at a still confused Lucifer with mild amusement.
"Most would think you were traumatized, remembering some vile act of torture you'd been subjected to, though in a way I suppose they aren't wrong." Red-tipped claws came down to trail across the king's blankets, feeling the soft, downy comforter. "You were quite the screamer; I could hear you all the way down the hall."
Lucifer stiffened, yellow eyes going wide with realization. "Y-You heard..."
"Yes, yes, I heard EVERYTHING!" Alastor interrupted, waving a hand. "Even if I hadn't, Vox made sure to come and gloat after every session." The radio host barked out a laugh. "He loved telling me how beautifully you broke, how much power he was able to pull from your veins with only a few gentle touches. He was QUITE proud of himself, the showboating bastard."
By now, Lucifer's face burned a bright gold. "Shut up! What the Hell does...THAT have to do with anything?" He asked, voice half embarrassment, half annoyance.
Alastor hummed, grin curling up at the ends to form a devilish smirk. "When I said I heard everything, I meant it. That includes your giggly little remarks to yourself when you thought he was long gone."
"What?! But you weren't even in the room, you couldn't have possibly-"
"Man, that tickled so bad! It would almost be fun, if I wasn't..." Alastor began, before abruptly being cut off by the angel's sputtering cough.
"Alright, alright!" Lucifer groaned, rubbing his face. "I get it, you fucking bastard! Just get to the point already!"
"My point," Alastor learned forwards, ear flicking. "Is that you ENJOY it. Maybe not from Vox, but in general. And ever since your captivity, you've been craving it, haven't you? I would be more than happy to assist with that little problem."
Lucifer cleared his throat. "Even if that WERE true, which it ISN'T!" He started. "Why would I trust YOU? You hate me, and I hate you, in case you've forgotten."
"Mmm, that may be true." The sinner hummed, taking a seat on the mattress. Immediately, Lucifer scooted away, eyeing him warily. "But watching you crumble would make for wonderful entertainment, and I need to blow off some steam this evening."
"Why not just go find someone to bed, then? There's willing participants all over Pride, an overlord like you would have his pick of the litter."
A screech of microphone feedback cut through the air, the painful pitch pulling a wince from Lucifer. "I have no interest in such...activities." Alastor replied, a note of disgust in his tone.
"Not one for sex, I get it! No need to jump my ass." The fallen seraphim grumbled.
Alastor leaned forward, putting himself in the king's space, and Lucifer willed himself not to pull away. "Here is my proposition; you allow me to do so, I will tickle you until you can't think straight. And that longing you've had for the past week? It will be well-satiated, I can promise you that."
Lucifer stared at him, for once at a loss for words. His heart raced at the offer, at the promise they held. "I feel like this is some sort of trap." He said after a moment.
"No traps, I assure you! If you don't believe me, we can shake on it?" Alastor replied, extending his hand. "Make it soul-binding."
The blonde scoffed. "Only fools make deals with the Devil, you know."
"You're stalling, sire."
Lucifer eyed the hand before glancing back up to meet the sinner's piercing gaze. "You JUST tickle me. No eating me, or cutting into me, or anything...weird." He stated firmly.
Alastor rolled his eyes. "I'm not a beast." He replied, almost sounding insulted. "Just tickling, but you will not be able to fight back. I don't fancy getting thrown through a wall this evening."
A mischievous grin came to the king's lips. "I'd pay good money to see that."
"Time is ticking! The offer expires in three, two..."
Lucifer's hand shot forwards, grasping Alastor's firmly. "It's a deal!" He said quickly, eagerly.
A python made from shimmering, golden magic uncoiled from Lucifer's wrist, sliding forwards until it intertwined itself with a green and black tendril immerging from Alastor's. As soon as the two strands wove together, sealing the deal, Lucifer felt his horns poking from his forehead, his wings unfurling and tail lashing as his demonic form immerged.
He glanced up, eyes widening at the sight of Alastor's stitched-on smile and massive antlers staring back at him. The sinner looked more monster than man.
And then, it was over, and with a blink both had returned to their usual appearances. Lucifer stared at their hands for a moment, still clasped together, and felt his heart quicken in realization.
What had he just agreed to?
"There we go, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Alastor purred, hand reaching out to gently push Lucifer onto his back. The blonde fell back against a mountain of cushions and pillows with a small 'oof,' a nervous grin already threatening to spread across his face.
"N-Now Bambi, just because-"
"Too late for begging now, your majesty."
Lucifer flinched as he felt something coiling around his wrists and ankles. His eyes darted around, going wide with shock at the sight of several shadowy tendrils tugging his limbs in different directions, shifting him into an X-position. Immediately, he tried to tug them free, a feat which should have been a piece of cake, only to find he...couldn't. He tried again, and once again, failure.
"Oh, come now, you heard our little deal. You aren't allowed to fight back. That means no breaking free, either." Alastor watched the king struggle, clearly delighted by the display.
Lucifer snarled, head jerking forward, eyes flashing red. "You old-timey bastard! Release me right now or I'll-"
Alastor's claws were suddenly at his sides, curling into the slender muscle before slowly beginning to climb upwards. "You'll do nothing; nothing but lay there and laugh yourself silly."
The fallen angel stiffened, lips slamming shut as the claws slowly, gently worked their way up his ribcage. He bit his lower lip, perhaps a little too hard, as a thin trickle of blood trailed from his mouth. The golden liquid seemed to catch Alastor's attention, gaze taking on an almost hungry look.
"Careful, shed too much of that, and I might just have to eat you after all. It smells delicious..." He purred.
"Fuhuhuck you!" Lucifer retorted, a little chuckle slipping out as those devilish claws found the little sweet spots just below his armpits.
Alastor tutted, shaking his head. "So rude! And here I was, being nice and gentle. But perhaps the king prefers more of a challenge, hm?" He raised a brow, and suddenly, his claws were burrowing into Lucifer's armpits, clawing carefully at the tender flesh.
A startled cry tore from Lucifer's throat, followed by a wave of high-pitched giggling. His arms strained against the restraints, trying desperately to come down, with no luck. Fuck, he should have been more specific about the parameters of the deal. He was the Devil, for Father's sake, he should have KNOWN better than to be so vague! "Shihihihit! G-Gehehehehet ohohohohout of thehehehere!"
"Trying to give orders, are we?" The deer demon snorted. "How precious."
Alastor's thumbs drilled into the centers of the armpits, his other fingers splaying out to attack the rest of the hollows with quick, fluttering touches. The dual technique seemed to be wonderfully effective, going off of the shrill giggles tumbling past the king's lips.
"I swehehehehear, whehehen I get out ohohof thihihihis, I'll mahahahahake yohohou sorry!" Lucifer threatened, though the effect was ruined by the large grin and faint, golden blush decorating his features.
"Sure you will, your royal shortness." Alastor drawled sarcastically, a few shadowy tendrils seeping up from the mattress and waving in the air behind him. "If you're still able to formulate such threats, I must not be doing my job properly. Allow me to amend that."
Before the blonde could respond, the tendrils darted forwards, massaging into Lucifer's sides and ribcage whilst Alastor's claws continued their attack on his armpits.
"Fuhuhuhuhuck!" Lucifer bucked, giggles picking up into boyish laughter. His torso shimmied from side to side, attempting (in vain) to avoid the shadowy appendages. "Thahahahahat's cheheheheheheating!"
"Really? I don't recall us discussing what tools were and were not allowed in our little deal. Perhaps you should have been more specific?" Alastor smirked.
Oooh, that BASTARD! Lucifer's blush grew, a little hiccup interrupting his laughter as Alastor located another sweet spot, this one just above his left hip. He swore, when he got free, he was going to make that mortal feel every second of what he did to him and MORE!
Sure, he had practically asked for this (a fact he was loathe to admit), but the teasing? Completely uncalled for!
Alastor's eyes glanced over the squirming seraphim's torso. "It's a shame Vox spoiled all of your little spots; I would like to have discovered them myself. No matter, at least I have a little map of exactly how to drive you mad, so I suppose it evens out." Red-tipped claws trail down from Lucifer's armpits, briefly raking over the ribs before settling against the blonde's stomach. "Here, for example. Vox claimed this spot had you practically WAILING; shall we see if he was telling the truth?"
Lucifer's eyes went wide as saucers, his head shaking feverishly as his laughter took on a goofy, desperate tone. "FUHUHUCK no! S-Stahahay awahahahay frohohohom thehehehehere!" He retorted.
"Oh, but we simply must test it out! We can't risk leaving such a tantalizing sensitive spot overlooked, now, can we?" Alastor sang, claws drumming against the slender stomach, earning a fresh wave of titters.
Lucifer opened his mouth, as if to protest some more, and Alastor struck. His claws curled into the king's stomach, careful to avoid piercing the skin, and began to vibrate. All words died on Lucifer's lips, overtaken with a startled squeal, followed immediately by a wheezing cackle.
Alastor's grin turned borderline feral at the sound. "Begging already? We've only just started. Don't tell me this spot is that sensitive?" He crowed, claws continuing their attack as the tendrils reduced theirs to slow, gentle strokes over the blonde's sides and ribs.
The fallen angel's hips bucked desperately, stomach trying in vain to squirm away. "FUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOU! OHOHOHO MY FAHAHAHATHER, IT TIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICK-" His words were cut off by a loud snort, followed by another round of hysterical chortles. "IT TIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!"
"I do believe that is the point, is it not?" Alastor teased, a single claw slowly beginning to circle the king's navel.
The king felt weightless, his head spinning at the rush of sensations flooding his nervous system. Vox's little attacks had been bad, but this? It was almost worse simply because it was ALASTOR doing it! He still couldn't believe he had agreed to this, had allowed himself to be so...vulnerable around a man he couldn't stand.
Was he really that starved for touch? That desperate?
It seemed he was.
Lucifer was jolted from his thoughts by his own startled squeal, feeling more tendrils slinking around his calves, slipping down to flip off his slippers. "DOHOHOHON'T YOHOHOHOU DAHAHAHARE!" He threatened, only to immediately be ignored and thrown into a fresh fit of cackles as they began stroking along the bottoms of his hooves.
"Hm, Vox mentioned the hooves being sensitive. Seems he wasn't just making shit up to gloat about."
Oh, fuck that, two could play at that game. "HEHEHE ALSO MEHEHENTIONED YOHOHOHOURS WERE FEHEHEHEHEATHER TIHIHIHICKLISH! CAHAHARE TO COMMENT, BAHAHAHAMBI?" Lucifer shot back.
For a brief instant, Alastor's features tightened, the ghost of a blush spreading across his cheeks. But in a blink, the sinner schooled his features once more, expression darkening. "Still have a smart mouth, I see. We can fix that."
Lucifer's heart leapt into his throat as Alastor tugged up his sweatshirt, head slowly lowering towards his stomach. "Fuhuhuhuckfuckfuck, nonononohohohohoho! Dohohohon't!" He babbled, shaking his head and sucking in his stomach desperately. He could guess what was coming, and boy, was it going to suck.
Alastor, of course, ignored the blonde's pleas. He huffed just above Lucifer's stomach, the puff of air sending goosebumps racing across his skin, before his teeth started carefully gnawing at the ivory skin beneath them.
Poor Lucifer didn't stand a chance, a screech of laughter ripping from his throat. "NEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! N-NOHOHOHOHOHOOO, NOHOHOHOT THAHAHAHAT! NOHOHOT THAHAHAHAT!" He thrashed as much as the restraints would allow, tears of mirth springing to his eyes.
The overlord hummed against Lucifer's skin, grin widening. He nibbled across the lower tummy, just above the hipbones, before moving up to target the navel specifically, a spot that had his victim wailing with laughter. If Lucifer was this much of a mess now, he could only imagine what he'd looked like when Vox took that damned toothbrush to him (Alastor shuttered; he knew firsthand how hellish it could be).
The fallen angel snorted loudly, a wheezy shriek echoing out as a rush of pleas fell past his lips. "OHOHOHOHO SHIHIHIHIHIT, COHOHOHOHOME ON! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! PLEASEPLEASEPLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!" Notably, not a single stop was uttered, a fact Alastor picked up on. It seemed, despite his protests, Lucifer was indeed enjoying himself.
"You talk so much yet say so little." Alastor replied teasingly, lips still pressed to the angel's skin.
The sinner hummed, as if thinking it over. "Well, since you asked so nicely!" He sat up, only the tendrils at Lucifer's hooves still moving, brushing up and down the cloven hooves at a slow, lazy pace.
Lucifer slumped back against the bed, shaking with pants and breathy giggles. "Ohohoho fuhuhuhuck, thahahahat was ahahahahawful!" He had a wide, dopey grin plastered to his face, hair tussled from struggling.
"I'm glad you think so, because we are far from finished. There are so many spots we still need to test, after all." Alastor replied, eyes flashing. "Vox mentioned how delightfully sensitive that back is of yours, but due to those blessed restraints he used, he never got the chance to test those wings. Shall we amend that, sire?"
Ooh, if Alastor got his hands on those, Lucifer would perish for sure. "Nooohohohoho need!"
"But I insist; we have to be thorough, after all! Let's see if we can...convince them to come out to play, hm?"
Lucifer squealed, back arching as he suddenly felt multiple tendrils poking into his back, seemingly coming from the mattress itself. They drug up and down the base of his spine, willing into the backs of his ribs as they worked their way up towards his shoulder blades, and Lucifer felt a surge of angelic grace welling within him. It was only a matter of time before his wings emerged, desperate to defend their host from the ticklish onslaught, and when they did? He was fucked.
And for some reason, Lucifer found himself looking forward to it, a surge of cocky defiance welling up within him.
The last two episodes gave me so many emotions and some interesting informations that I couldn't do anything about it, right?! 😏
Fanart based on a fan fic I've read recently - The Rivalry Continues - by @thematchmaker22
I thought these guys needed some fluff and comfort after Vox's events and since no one is checking on them, then they will eventually checking on eachother! 📻🍎
Obsessed with the thought of SwitchVox, maybe Valentino would tickle him to take his mind off Alastor? Or maybe he'd get little tickly nuzzles from Shock.wave since he can breathe underwater (the gills)💃🏽✨️
AHHHH I can't believe my first tk drawing in forever is val but ykw, it worked 🤭
I hope you like the drawing, thanks for the prompt!! I was so flustered at first but I'm really proud of it 😭
