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Summary: Lucifer may not be able to hurt Vox, but he's sure as hell not going to let the overlord's blatant display of disrespect go unpunished.
This is a bit of wish-fulfillment for me and pretends the later half of episode 5 and the entirety of episode 6 didn't happen.
Warnings: Mentions of violence, bondage, adult language, dubcon, and spoilers for season 2 episode 5.
Word Count: 3,064 words.
It wasn't often Lucifer felt this level of rage.
Sure, he could get angry, and often did (especially around that prick of a deer Charlie insisted on keeping around), but it usually fizzled out into a dull irritation relatively quickly
This anger, however, was entirely different.
That cocky little mortal, the one with the big mouth and the television for a head, had dared to challenge him, to rake his authority across the coals, in front of the entirety of Hell.
He had laid bare his weaknesses, his insecurities, as if they were nothing. He had stared him in the eye, grinning smugly as he dared the fallen seraphim to smite him. He had laughed in his face when he didn’t (but oh, how he had wanted to).
And then, the icing on top of the cake, he had brought up his wife, his banishment, his utter helplessness in the face of Heaven's punishment.
Lucifer growled, punching the cracked brick wall as hard as he could, little hunks and pieces shooting off in every direction. After his public crucifixion, he had skulked off to tend to his wounded pride, but as the minutes dragged on, his fury only continued to grow.
The king stared at the wall, his fist indented into the brick without so much as a scratch to his knuckles; how badly he wanted it to be that sinner's head.
But no, that would be too kind, wouldn't it? His heavenly punishment would never allow such a thing. The overlord could run his mouth as much as he wanted, could stoke the anger of Hell's citizens to a destructive blaze, could drag his and his daughter's names through the mud, and Lucifer could not harm a single hair on his head (if he had hair).
"What I wouldn't give to disembowel him on his own stupid broadcast!" Lucifer seethed through gritted teeth. The king paced back and forth, tail lashing as he ran a hand over one of his protruding horns. "There must be SOMETHING I can do! Something to put that arrogant little nobody in his place! But what?!"
Now that the other knew he wouldn't (or in reality, couldn't) harm him, any threats of violence would be ineffective. He couldn't blackmail him; he knew so little about his subjects, even the more high-profile ones. To dig up dirt on the overlord, if something worthwhile could even be found, would take far too long for Lucifer's liking. No, he wanted retribution to be swift and brutal.
"Maybe I just need to think outside of the box on this..." Lucifer mused, leaning back against the dingy ally wall and gazing up at the reddened sky thoughtfully. "Charlie isn't one for violence; what would SHE do in this situation?"
Something painless, likely odd by Hell's standards. But what fell into those categories without being utterly pointless?
Suddenly, Lucifer froze. It was as if a lightbulb lit up in his mind, his eyes widening slightly. It was an utterly absurd idea; childish, unbelievable. He should quash it immediately, and yet, the notion is oddly enticing.
'Something painless yet effective. Something humiliating. Something to teach the sinner his place.' Lucifer's snarl slowly morphed into a devilish smirk.
Ah, what the hell? It was worth a try, wasn't it?
...
Lucifer waited in silence, watching as the crowd slowly began to disperse. On the stage, that TV-headed prick and his goons were laughing up a storm, with the mother sinner even swapping spit with his target on the large telescreens plastering the stage (disgusting, Lucifer seethed; even he and Lilith had not been so brazen).
From the corner of his eye, Lucifer caught movement off to the side of the stage, near the curtains. Well, look who it was. It seemed Bambi wasn't just missing, he had went and gotten himself CAPTURED.
A small smirk twitched at Lucifer's lips; at least one good thing had come out of this whole mess. His attention diverted back to his target (Vox, THAT was his name), watching as he strutted off the stage like he was hot shit.
Father, Lucifer couldn't WAIT to knock him off of his pedestal.
...
Vox collapsed onto his bed, letting out a pleased sigh. Today had went better than he could have hoped for. Everyone had taken the bait, said exactly what he needed them to, and now his godhood was nearly secured. Now, all he had left to do was find his way into Heaven, roll a few heads, and his immortality would be cemented.
"Fuck, who knew winning could feel so good?" He groaned, eyes closed, a wide grin stretching across his screen.
Silence surrounded him, nearly deafening after a day of loud cheers and angry yells. This was the first time he'd been alone in quite some time; lately it had been impossible to get a moment to himself, between Val trying to crawl into his bed, Velvette pitching new ideas for their smear campaign, and Alastor crooning a steady stream of insults into his ear.
Well, screw all of them. Tonight, he was going to sleep easy and revel in all of his hard work.
The sound of shattering glass pierced the silence.
SECURITY BREACH DETECTED: LIVING ROOM WINDOW HAS BEEN COMPROMISED.
The message flashed through Vox's processor, his eyes snapping open. "The fuck?" He asked slowly.
SECURITY BREACH DETECTED: UNAUTHORIZED SOUL HAS ENTERED YOUR LIVING QUARTERS.
In an instant, Vox was on his feet, stalking towards the living room as fury bubbled inside him. After the display he made today, who would dare to intrude on his sanctuary? Was someone looking to make a name for themself by taking down Hell's new figurehead? Did they have a death wish? Because Vox would happily grant it.
As the overlord stepped out, the dull red glow of Pride’s skies bathed the darkened living room in its sinister glow. One of the large, penthouse-style windows had been shattered, small pieces of glass littering the floor like diamonds.
Vox’s frown tightened.
"I know you're there. Why don't you just come on out, hm?" Vox accessed his numerous security cameras, flipping between each one in search of the perpetrator. No one could hid from him, especially not in his own damn tower. He had eyes EVERYWHERE.
A low, familiar chuckle reverberated through the room, making Vox's heart jolt. "I'll bet you felt mighty proud of yourself today, hm?"
Two glowing, red sclera and golden pupils met his gaze, Lucifer practically oozing out of the shadows. His demonic form was still on full display, horns curving from his forehead, wings spread wide and making him appear twice as large as he actually was, tail flicking back and forth in agitation. A few days ago, it would have been an intimidating display, but Vox knew better now.
The overlord's trademark smirk returned. "Aaah, your majesty. So nice of you to drop by." He chuckled. "Come to bend the knee to the TRUE ruler of Hell?"
Lucifer returned the smirk, eyes narrowing. "You don't know when to shut your mouth, do you, little sinner?" He purred, taking a step forward. "This is exactly why you need to be reminded of your place."
Vox didn't budge, meeting the seraphim's gaze challengingly. "Pssh, what are YOU gonna do, huh? I've already proven you won't, or more accurately can't, hurt me! Your just a weak, pathetic loser who tries to bluff his way into domination. Well, I don't need to bluff! I have the power to back up my threats!"
The fallen angel's smirk tightened. "It's true, I can't hurt you." He hummed, beginning to slowly circle the overlord. "Not in a traditional sense, at least. But you're a fool if you thought I would let your disrespectful, mouthy behavior go unpunished. I have other ways of reminding you who's really in charge."
The TV-headed demon snorted. "Oh reeeally? And what exactly would those be?"
Lucifer stopped in front of him, smirk morphing into a borderline feral smile. "I'm so glad you asked."
In seconds, he had Vox backed against the wall, boxing the taller man in with his outstretched wings. His tail slipped upwards, coiling around Vox's wrists and tugging them over his head before pinning them firmly against the cool plaster.
Vox let out a snarl of rage, struggling against Lucifer's hold as sparks flew from his antenna. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He growled.
"Well, as you so kindly pointed out, beating the shit out of you isn't really an option in this case, so I'm just going to have to settle for breaking that big ego of yours." Lucifer sang. "There's plenty of ways I can do that without leaving so much as a bruise, and my dear little Charlie gave me the most WONDERFUL idea."
"What, you going to cuddle me to death? That's embarrassing for YOU, maybe, but-"
Lucifer placed a clawed hand on the overlord's stomach, fingers curling ever-so-slightly. "I would shut your mouth and listen if I were you."
Surprisingly enough, Vox did as commanded, eyeing the hand with uncertainty. He wasn't scared; he had no reason to be. The little bastard couldn't do shit to him that REALLY mattered; this all had to be just one last, desperate attempt to maintain his power.
Pathetic little king.
"Good boy." Lucifer crooned patronizingly, as if speaking to a dog. "Now, here's what's going to happen. I'm going to play with you for a bit, figure out what gets you giggling like a little bitch, and I'm not going to stop until you get it through that big ass screen of yours that YOU are not the one in charge here, I am."
"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" Vox asked, confusion clear in his tone. Giggling? What in the unholy hell was he playing at?
"Here, allow me to demonstrate." Suddenly, the claws at his stomach came to life, dancing across the toned muscle like spiders crafting a web. "Tell me, you wouldn't happen to be ticklish, would you?"
Tickling? That was his angle? "W-What the fuck?!" Vox barked, screen glitching briefly in shock as his stomach instinctively sucked in. "Get off of me, you freak!"
Lucifer shook his head. "Nope! I won't be stopping anytime soon, so you better just suck it up and take it, little man." His hands slipped under Vox's dress shirt, exploring the bare skin hidden beneath. "You're nothing but my little tickle toy until I say otherwise."
Vox felt his screen heading at the other's words, an electric blue blush overtaking his features. "Fuhuhuck you!" He growled, immediately regretting his choice to speak as a flurry of giggles slipped out.
"Wow, that was quick. You must be pre-tty sensitive to be laughing already." Lucifer taunted, ghosting his fingers over Vox's ribcage. The overlord lurched underneath him, a barely muffled snicker emitting from his speakers. "We're going to have lots of fun together, you and I."
"Lihihihike HELL we wihihihill! Lehehehet me gohohohoho!" Vox shook his head, snorting loudly as Lucifer began to tweak at his ribs, plucking them two by two as he worked his way upwards towards the armpits.
The seraphim hummed thoughtfully. "You mortals, so delicate. It would be so easy to snap you like a twig, right here, right now. Still, I feel like breaking you THIS was is going to be far more entertaining, don't you?"
"Screhehehehehehew you!"
"Still got quite a mouth on you, though. I guess I'll just have to fix that!"
Vox's eyes bulged as Lucifer's fingers crawled into his armpits, clawing into the tender flesh before vibrating. A shriek tore from the overlord's throat, head snapping back as laughter began to pour from him in waves.
"Hohohohohoholy shihihihihihit! Gehehehehehehet the fuhuhuhuck ohohohohohout of there!"
Lucifer chuckled, eyes sparkling with mischief. "The armpits are pretty bad, huh? You know, my big brother Michael used to be ticklish here, too, so I got plenty of practice in."
Vox shook his head feverishly, shaking with squeals and giggles as Lucifer's claws slowly took him apart, one ticklish nerve at a time. "Gohohoho to hehehehehell!"
"Already there, and I'm dragging..." His claws raked back down Vox's ribcage, slowly and tauntingly, earning a chorus of guffaws. "You off of that high horse of yours, right back down here with me."
Vox's knees buckled as Lucifer found his sides, arms going slack against the seraphim's hold. "Nononohohohohohohoho! Dohohohohon't!" It meant to sound like an order, but instead came out as a babbly plea.
"Oho, what are THESE?" Lucifer crowed with delight, claws gently tracing the set of giggles adorning the sinner's sides. "So you're not just a television, huh? You got some animal mixed in with you? Interesting..."
Another snort tumbled from Vox as he heaved with giggles. "G-Gehehehehet awahahahahahay!" His legs scuffed against the floor, useless.
"Mmmm...no. In fact, I think I'll stay right here for a while..." Lucifer purred, slowly tracing each gill, careful not to nick the delicate flesh with his claws. "Coochie coochie coochie coochie cooooo!"
Vox convulsed, chest heaving as a high-pitched shriek tore out of him. He felt his cooling fans kick on at the other's playful words, trying desperately to cool his heating face. "FUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK! NOHOHOHOHOHO, NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!"
"These must be a really bad spot, if they've got you begging so quickly." Lucifer observed, slipping a claw just under one of the gills to gently tease the flap beneath. Vox screeched in response, laughter going downright maniacal.
Lucifer grinned smugly, watching the cocky sinner flail and cackle under his touch. Maybe Charlie had a point with the whole "violence isn't always the answer" thing, because DAMN, was this fun to watch! The seraphim leaned up, standing on his toes to crane his mouth to the sinner's neck.
"Poor, helpless little mortal, too ticklish to cope. All you can do is laugh and laugh, until I see fit to release you. And after all the shit you pulled, I may NEVER do that. I may just decide to keep you as my personal tickle toy, reducing you to a blushing, giggling mess whenever I feel like. Would you like that?" His teeth found the sensitive skin at the crook of Vox's neck, nibbling gently.
Vox's eyes went wide, laughter taking on a panicked quality. "NONONONOHOHOHOHOHOHO! P-PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!"
He hated that he was begging, that he felt so weak, but what could he do? He was trapped, like a fly in a web, and as much as he hated to admit it, he couldn't see a way out of this unless Val or Velvette happened to stumbled upon them (a fate arguably worse than death; he would rather stab himself with an angelic spear than have someone see him in this state).
"Aaaw, you're starting to learn some manners! We're making progress, then." Lucifer pulled back, affording Vox a chance to breath. "Now, I want you to make a deal with me, asshole. I want you to swear to keep my name, my wife's, and my daughter's out of your fucking mouth. You will not slander us, or even speak a single bad word about us, got that?"
Vox panted, still shaking with giggles. He lifted his head, mustering up a defiant smirk. "E-Eat shihihihit."
Lucifer's grin shifted, taking on a more sinister quality. "I was hoping you would say that." He dragged the sinner towards the windows, pressing him against one of the unbroken panes, facing outwards towards Pentagram City. Vox struggled, trying to break the other's hold, but even his strength was no match for an angel's. "Let's give your little followers a show then, shall we?"
Vox's eyes widened. "Wait, what-"
In an instant, those devilish claws had returned to his torso, clawing at his belly in a manner that had Vox screeching. He squirmed against the glass, feeling a jolt of electricity shimmer through his antennas.
No one could see them, he knew that. The windows were darkly tinted, and who would be looking up this high anyways? It was clearly a bluff, but the mere prospect of someone seeing him like this sent his head spinning.
"LEHEHEHEHEHET ME GOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! FUHUHUHUHUCKING DIHIHIHIHIHICK!"
"Aaand there's that potty mouth again. Man, you make it really hard to feel bad for you right now, you know that?" Lucifer chided, returning to nibbling at the sinner's neck as he traced a finger around Vox's navel.
Vox was going mad, he just knew it! It was so much, worse than any stupid little session Valentino had roped him into over the years, and FAR worse than the drunken antics he used to get up to with Alastor. In this situation, he was utterly powerless, a fact that seemed to crank his sensitivity through the roof.
Christ, he was fucked, wasn't he?
Vox's resolve broke when Lucifer's fingers went back to his gills, voice going hoarse from the volume of his scream. "OHOOHOKAY, OHOHOHOKAY! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP, PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! FUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK!"
Lucifer paused, smirking with delight. "Ready to accept my deal, little sinner?"
Vox shook, panting and snickering as he tried to regain his composure. "F-Fine, fine! I'll agree to your terms, just fucking stop!"
Lucifer turned him around, tail uncoiling from the sinner's wrists. He outstretched a hand, waiting patiently with the smuggest smile Vox had ever seen. God, how he wanted to wipe that stupid look off his face! How he wanted to tear the seraphim's wings from his body and throw him from the tower!
But he couldn't, could he? Even if Lucifer couldn't smite him, he had more than proven his willingness to use...other methods to punish insubordination, and the prospect of what he would do should Vox continue to refuse sent a chill up the overlord's spine.
Slowly, Vox took his hand, giving it a weak shake. An eruption of blue electricity and golden light surrounded the two, linking Vox's wrist to Lucifer's with a golden chain. Not a soul contract, so it wouldn't take the appearance of a collar, but it felt no less restrictive.
"Good boy! Now, shall we continue your punishment?"
Vox froze. "W-What?"
"I never said I was finished with you, did I? The deal was only that YOU would behave, not that I would stop punishing you. Oooh no, after everything you've done, we're far from finished here. I've not even gotten to use my wings yet..."
this might be really random, so please feel free to ignore me, but what inspired your banner text? Like kidney beans or like. Kidney kidneys? I’ve been wondering for the better part of two years 💕 (also love your teases btw)
You're very sweet, thank you!
Its a quote from a streamer who didnt realize where the kidneys are positioned in the body. Chat was telling him they aren't at the bottom of your back. Him saying, "Chat, since when have the kidneys been so high?" killed me & for whatever reason I popped it on as the title of this blog
need to scrub a girl's feet while she's bucking and cackling and begging from the brushes and once she's perfectly clean i can swirl my tongue between her toes and drag my teeth along her soles
Another snippet from my last session with @suggestivevibes with our new spreader bar! Don't tell him, but judging by all my cursing, he's maybe gotten good at this tickling thing over the years.
masc who pushes me against a wall and shoves their thigh between mine and pins my wrists and bites my neck and talks low in my ear about how i'm so obvious and calls me their slut and squeezes my wrists until it hurts and and and
