Just on here for fandoms. Favorite ships: 1) Adamsapple from Hazbin Hotel 2) Dagcup from httyd series 3) Funnybunny from tadc Age 30 for nsfw accounts.
Something i thought of today that may or may not help someone else with body positivity. I have been getting tons of "wow i wish i was as positive as you" or "you have such confidence in yourself" or even "i wish i could pull off that look". Fucking do it then.
Personal time. I have been the bullied weird kid, the one that thinks everyone is watching and laying in wait to laugh or make fun of me if i do something wrong or fail. I figured that if they were gonna stare i might as well give them something to look at. So i color my hair wild colors, got super unique tattoos, wear outfits that scream look at me.
At first i got a bit self conscious. But eventually with the right settings i can now go to the grocery store in full fairy pride gear without feeling like "oh crap someone's looking, do they think i look cool now?" Now im just like "yes look at me, im a piece of art so of course you should be staring at me. My body is my temple."
Idk i felt like posting this in case some where someone whose been given the stereotypical "no ones looking at you, just ignore the feeling" or "no ones even watching, you're being dramatic" or "so what if they are, ignore them" some different perspective in case it will help them too.
Yes i am people watching you so i expect you to watch me back. Im cant change that, but i can change what i do about it. Ill give you a reason to watch me work it.
Little sad that Adam and Abel are both straight, but they look so good in their outfits (and being straight or implied straight has never stopped me from shipping someone in a same sex relationship before)
There's an interesting parallel shot in Episode 4 that I always enjoy. When Vox gets out of bed with his dick/s out, Alastor gives him clear "no" body language. However, when Vox twirls him hard and starts his song, he gets a twitch of a smile. A "yes"
The first shot where he gets out of bed and Alastor says NOPE very clearly and the second where you can see him squeeze his expression VERY subtly in a smile. Its hard to see its a few delicate frames but its there.
Summary- After weeks of dropping increasingly obvious hints about your attraction to the king of Hell, your patience with the man finally snaps. Perhaps it is time to switch tactics and make sure he finally gets the picture in that gorgeous, dumb little head of his.
MDNI
Word count- 2.2k
TW- Explicit sexual content, P in V sex, oral (male receiving), reader is a little mean.
Throughout history, countless words have been used to describe Lucifer Morningstar.
Wretched. Tricky. Unholy. Abomination. Evil. Just to name a few.
None of these descriptors were quite what you were looking for. No, the word you were looking for was... imbecile
He was the most beautiful being you had ever seen both in life and in Hell. His soft, blonde locks always looked perfectly tousled- just begging you to run your hands through them. His lavender eyelids and flushed cheeks looked so damn kissable your mouth watered at the sight of his face. And don't even get you started on the stunning gold of his eyes; eyes that held a depth that only a being thousands of years old can manage.
Yes, Lucifer was stunning and regal.
Too bad that none of that beauty could cover up the fact that he was also an absolute idiot.
You'd tried to be subtle, not wanting to scare him off or make him uncomfortable by being too forward. But it quickly became clear that nuances went right over his head.
Complimenting his perfect skin earned you a 10-minute description of his skincare routine.
Lightly grazing his fingers with your own when you passed him his mug of coffee ended in profuse apologies from the stuttering man before he ran away.
You'd even tried learning a few things about ducks to impress him. But that backfired on you when you stated how romantic it was that some ducks mated for life only for your efforts to lead to him telling you that you were confusing ducks with geese or swans.
So you decided to take a more direct approach...
... like calling him from an abandoned warehouse and telling him you needed him for an emergency.
You hear the metal door of the empty warehouse creak open, the eeriness of the sound quickly erased by Lucifer's chipper voice. "Hey N/N! I got your call! You said you needed help and it was an emergency. Is the emergency fixing this place up? Because yikes! Don't mean to yuck your yum, or kill your vibe, or whatever it is you mortals say nowadays." He trails off with a nervous chuckle. "N/N? You in here?"
You step out of the shadows, wearing a black trench coat, fishnet stockings, and Louboutin stilettos. "Hey, Lu," you say as you slowly twirl a lock of your hair around one finger.
The fallen angel's face glows bright gold as his eyes scan your form up and down. "Uhhh...", he trails off with a nervous cough. "That's a uhh.. interesting!... outfit choice N/N." He tugs at the collar of his button-up shirt like it was suffocating him. "So!" he claps his hands and turns away from you to look over the ruins of the building once more, "What did you have in mind for this rust bucket? Though, I must say, you aren't really dressed for demolition right now." He lets out another nervous laugh.
You smile, walking up to him slowly. Reaching out a hand, you slide your fingers down his bicep, feeling the muscle tense just as Lucifer's breath hitched. You grip more firmly, nails gently digging into his jacket sleeve as you lean in to whisper directly into his ear, "I have a different kind of ruination in mind." Before the angel could react, you used your grip on his arm to push him back against the wall. You pin his hips with yours, sliding one thigh between his legs.
"Y/N, what- what are you doing?" Lucifer gasps.
You lean back from him just slightly, creating just enough space between you to be certain he gets a good view of your body. Deliciously slowly, you release the knot keeping your jacket closed and peel it off your form. Now standing in the black and red corset, you watch Lucifer's eyes widen as his pupil's dilate and take up nearly all the yellow in them. His heart was beating so erratically that it felt like it was trying to jump out of his chest and into yours. When a few moments pass without him doing more than stare, you start to second-guess if this was a good idea. Maybe it was foolish to corner the King of Hell like this.
That was when he let out a whimper. A sound so frail and pathetic that you couldn't believe it came from the literal Devil at first. That one little mewl went straight to your core- you fucking needed him right here, right now. Mustering all the self-control you had left, you lean forward until your whole being was flush with his. Placing your lips next to his ear again, you whisper, "Tell me to stop and I will."
In response, Lucifer's arms wrap around you, his hands gliding up and down your body from your waist to your shoulder blades like he couldn't decide what to do with them. Frantically shaking his head, he cried out, "Please Angel, don't stop."
A wicked grin spread across your face before you nipped at his ear, punching another little whimper from the most powerful man in Hell. "Good boy."
You finally kiss him, starting slow but quickly morphing into filth as they became more passionate. You greedily swallow his moans when you bite his lower lip, using your tongue to explore every surface of his mouth. His hands finally settled on your hips as your thigh began rubbing against his crotch, holding you so tight it was like he was afraid you'd disappear if he let go.
While sucking on his serpentine tongue, you made quick work of shedding him of his jacket and shirt. Once his torso was bare, you stepped back again take in the view. Fuck, he really was gorgeous. His pale, toned stomach twitched as you ran a finger over his abs. Your mouth watered at the sight of his dark nipples standing hard against his pectorals- just begging to be bitten. Glancing back up at Lucifer's face, you find his eyes staring off to the side and avoiding your scrutiny, his face completely golden again. The sight made your heart clench.
"Hey, look at me, Lu", you coo and rest a palm on his flushed face. When his eyes finally meet yours again, you lean in to touch your forehead to his, "You are beautiful. The most perfect being I have ever seen." His body trembles against yours- a combination of arousal, anticipation, and nerves. Suddenly, you get a thought that makes your thighs clench and you sink to your knees in front of him.
"Uhh Angel? What are you doing?" The blonde archangel asks as you work on the buttons of his pants.
You smile up at him sweetly, "If you don't believe me then I'll show you." By the end of your statement, you were sliding his zipper down. Your fingers trail across his thighs slowly; when they reach the hem of his trousers you pause for moment, giving him time to stop you if he wanted to. His face was flushed the loveliest shade of aureate, his pupils blown wide, and eyes half-lidded. When he gives you no indication he wants you to stop, you carefully peel his trousers off his porcelain legs.
Now in just his boxers, it was no longer possible for him to hide his erection. You bring a hand up and gently cup his bulge through the thin fabric. He lets out a gasp at the contact and his hands fly to your shoulders as if he needs to steady himself. HIs cock rests heavily in your palm as his abs hitch with every shuddered breath he takes. You palm him gently until a wet stain from his precum forms on the soft material. You watch the stain spread through the cotton fibers until your mouth waters, you can't wait and longer to taste him. Leaning in, you flatten your tongue against his bulge, moaning when the salty-bitter taste of him hits your tastebuds. The groan that punches out of Lucifer's throat is obscene, his jaw going slack as his claws dig into your flesh with a delicious sting.
Lucifer's cock strained painfully against the confines of his boxers. Without breaking eye contact, you freed him from his cotton prison. He hissed when the air hit his aching member, the mushroom tip swollen and leaking. Without hesitation, you lick a quick stripe along the vein that runs along the entire underside of his length.
His moan makes your thighs immediately clench together and you dive in, taking as much of his length as you possibly could. His hands leave your shoulders and grip firmly at the back your head, claws scratching lightly at your scalp. You work to relax your throat, moving gradually down his cock until you could feel him at the back your throat. Hollowing your cheeks, you give a curious suck to test his reaction.
"Oh shit, oh- FUCK. Angel, your m-mouth is- fuck! So, so good!" Lucifer's head is now thrown back in pure bliss, eyes clenched tightly as he concentrates on not cumming immediately.
You moan around his length, the sensation sending a shiver up the angel's spine. You move back slowly, sucking during the whole motion until the tip leaves your puckered lips with a wet pop. Then, you dive back in with full intensity. Whatever you couldn't fit in your mouth, you use your hand to gently twist and pull in time with every bob of your head. Your other hand cupped his balls, switching between fondling and tugging gently.
The pace you set was brutal even for you. Your eyes began to water as you fought your gag reflex. Spit and precum dribbled down the corners of your mouth and chin, dripping onto your still-clenched thighs.
Lucifer's speech no longer made sense, his words incoherent and garbled as his peak raced closer and closer. His hips moved in time with your head, his pelvis thrusting forwards to shove his cock as far down your throat as he could get. You gave a firmer squeeze to his testicles paired with a harsh suck to his tip and he slammed into you one final time, his seed pooling in your mouth as you swallowed around him.
His softening dick pops out of your mouth and you wipe yourself clean with the back of your hand before smiling sweetly up at the blonde. He is panting and looked utterly wrecked, the beautiful flush blooming across his skin from cheeks to chest. "Holy shit, Angel. That was- you're just- wow!" He chuckled with a small smile.
You hummed, "Oh my sweet, sweet Lucifer. I'm not finished with you yet."
He paused, struggling to process your statement,"Wait- what?"
Before he could think on it any further, you hooked your hands behind his knees and pulled them forward, causing the man to slide down the wall until he was seated on the ground. Before he could even comprehend what just happened, you straddled him and yanked your panties to one side before sinking down on his half-hard cock. The overstimulation hit instantly as his hiss morphed into a whimper.
You run a hand through his golden locks, pulling at the strands gingerly to force him to look at you. "You're so perfect baby boy. I've thought about having you like this from the moment I met you."
The King sighed at your words, his hands gripping onto your hips like a lifeline as you began to rock your hips gently. You could feel his cock harden as you moved, letting out a cry when you felt him reach that spongy spot that had you seeing stars.
Now fully erect again, you switched from gentle rocking to harsher bounces that impaled yourself on his length. One of Lucifer's hands reached around to your ass, squeezing the fat to hold you closer. The other hand ran down your mound to start rubbing tight circles on your clit.
Your whimpers of pleasure mixed with his as your pace began to get sloppier, you could feel yourself nearing the edge as the coil in your belly became impossibly tight.
"Cum with me, Lu" you gasped out before harshly pressing your lips to his in a desperate kiss that made your teeth click together. With a final, brutal flick to your aching nub, you fell apart around the man. He swallowed your pornographic moan as your walls clenched tightly around him. His second orgasm hit him with a guttural groan as your pussy milked him for all he had left.
In the aftermath, neither of you moved as you caught your breath. Lucifer's fingers traced idle patterns into the skin on your waist; after several minutes, you finally looked up at him. He met your gaze with eyes full of adoration, the sheer intensity of his emotions stole the breath right out of your lungs. As the high from your orgasm dissipated, so did your bravado. "Was that alright?" You asked shyly.
Lucifer's answering smile was radiant and kind, "Oh Angel, it was perfect." He cupped two fingers under your chin and guided you in for a heated kiss. Without warning, he had flipped positions so you were now under him. He gives you a cocky smile, "Wanna go again?"
