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I’m Kaibird, I’m 22, and my main is @the-silent-screamer if you’re interested in my non-horny musings
My current list of fandoms and preferred characters:
Haz.bin Ho.tel: Lucifer, Sir Pentious, Husk, Adam, and Vox (I’m a huge Lucifer x Adam fan, and I will not make suggestive content for Alastor to respect his identity as ace)
Hel.luva Bo.ss: Stolas, Blitzø, Fizzarolli
SD.R2: Gundham, Kazuichi, Sonia, Nekomaru, Fuyuhiko, and Peko
Things I will NOT write:
Vore/inflation
Rape (consentual non-con is fine tho)
Kinks that have to do with body functions (piss, shit, vomit, etc.)
Abusive relationships (consentual hitting/name calling/degradation is fine)
Feel free to ask about any specific kinks or send a request!
a realistic sex fic where you've had a couple rounds already, where you end up dry as a desert and he can't get it up to save his life. and you're laying there, naked and laughing and still hopelessly desperate for each other. the whole room smells like sex, but every time he drags his fingers through your folds it feels like sandpaper, and his cock in your fist is limp and soft, so you cut your losses and order takeout, and drink some water and figure you can try again in the morning.
Summary: Vox is feeling horny while Alastor isn't in the mood. So Vox decides to propose a solution that satisfies both of them.
Characters: Vox, Alastor
Tags: NSFW, dry humping, non-sex repulsed Alastor (but not in the mood for sex right at that moment), light degredation
Word count: 1109
AO3 link
Vox whines as he wraps his arms tightly around Alastor's waist. His moods had a special talent of matching the same time that Alastor had no interest in indulging him.
“Get off me, you horn dog,” Alastor hisses as he makes an attempt to wriggle his way out of Vox's grasp. When he's unsuccessful, he sinks down into the shadows and rematerializes behind Vox. He seems rather disappointed by the lack of contact if the loud sigh and the sag of his shoulders was anything to go by. “We have discussed this before, Vox. You are only to touch me when it is explicitly stated that you can.”
“C'mon, Al,” Vox begs as he turns around to face Alastor. His screen is glowing slightly brighter than usual, and at a more pinkish hue. “Val's been a bitch all fucking week and I haven't been able to get a word out of him.”
Alastor huffs as he dusts off the sleeves of his jacket. “Surely your hand is sufficient enough to do the job?”
“It's not the same,” Vox laments. “And it gets lonely when you have to take care of everything yourself.” He sighs and flops back onto the couch in an over dramatic fashion, earning another one of Alastor's eye rolls.
“And you wonder why I continue to say that carnal desires are a distraction at the best of times,” he grumbles as he sits down in the armchair next to the couch. “It baffles me how you've managed to get to such a high status while indulging in such... frivolous activities.”
“Oh shut up,” Vox snaps back, his tone more irritated. “Don't act like you haven't needed my help before with the same thing, you hypocrite. All those times I helped you through your ruts?”
Alastor grits his teeth together as his ears fold back against his head. He hated being reminded that he himself was, at times, no better than his flat-faced friend when it came to sins of the flesh. “That's different,” he insists. “It is not something that I actively pursue, and if I had my say in the matter I would not be afflicted with them.” He glances over to Vox, noticing that he doesn't seem to be listening- he seems to be staring off into space. “Vox, pay attention to what I'm saying,” he snaps, “or has your brain finally turned to--”
“What if I did it in a way that you didn't have to do anything?” Vox asks suddenly, cutting off Alastor as he speaks. “I mean, I just need to get off, it's not like that means you have to touch or look at my dick.”
Of course Vox hadn't been listening. Too preoccupied with himself to bother. Typical for Vox.
“Hey, here's an idea,” Vox says as he suddenly rises to his feet. “I could just rub myself against you, fully clothed, so you don't have to do anything and I get some fucking relief finally?”
Alastor pauses for a moment at the suggestion. The corners of his mouth pull back to give his normal smile a much more sinister look. “So you're choosing to debase yourself just to get momentary relief?” he asks as he tilts his head in a questioning manner.
“Are you gonna say yes or not?” Vox asks, now standing directly in front of Alastor. He's now able to fully see the bulge in Vox's pants- he would rather rip his own eyes out than look at it uncovered right now. He sighs and rolls his eyes.
“Fine,” Alastor relents with an air of annoyance. “You may rub yourself against me- only my leg, and you must remain fully clothed.”
Vox nods quickly as he moves to straddle Alastor's waist. “Fuck, thank you, Al--”
“And no touching me either,” Alastor adds quickly, swatting away Vox's hands that were starting toward his chest. “If you violate these rules, you must stop and leave.”
“Ugh, fine,” Vox mutters as he moves to grab the armrests of the chair. “So demanding.”
“I'm the one who's allowing you to use me for your pleasure,” Alastor reminds Vox. “I would sound more grateful if I were in your position.”
Alastor's words go unanswered, as Vox begins to slowly rock his hips against Alastor's leg. He's able to feel the friction of Vox's erection against their clothes; Vox makes a noise much like a whine as he works himself into a rhythm.
“Shit, that-- that feels better than I thought it would,” Vox mutters as a small stripe of red liquid pours from the side of his mouth. He tilts his head back a little, his breathing quickening as his movements do. “Hurts, but- but in a good way...”
Alastor silently watches as Vox ruts against his leg, as he becomes slowly undone just by something as simple as humping him. “You act like a teenage boy,” he muses. “Or maybe a wild animal during its breeding season. Desperate to get off no matter how humiliating it might be.”
The comment seems to spur Vox on, who is now beginning to produce small bursts of electricity between his antennas. Alastor knew Vox well enough to know all the little things that happen as Vox reaches his climax. And as if right on cue, Vox's internal fan began to kick up the speed.
“Al, keep-- fuck, keep talking like that,” Vox manages to gasp out between his increasingly desperate movements.
Alastor can't help but bark a sharp laugh at the request. “You're such an odd fellow, you know that?” he asks as he tilts his head to the side. “You talk such big game, but you're acting like a common street whore. Grinding against me like your life depends on it.” He grabs one of the sides of Vox's screen-shaped head and holds it steady to face him. “Tell me what you are, Vox.”
Vox swallows down the lump in his throat before he starts his answer. “I-I'm a slut-- fuck, Al-!” he cries out as his body spasms where he sits. Alastor glances down, noticing the wet patch slowly growing in Vox's pants. He chuckles as he lets go of Vox's screen and gives him a pat on the shoulder.
“I do believe that is the end of this little... experience,” Alastor says as he nudges Vox back. “Kindly get off me before you stain my clothes too.”
Vox doesn't look too happy about it, but complies, carefully shifting off of Alastor's lap and quickly ducking into a nearby bathroom. Alastor chuckles to himself as he gets up and leaves through his shadows. That's enough excitement for one day, he figures.
Summary: Pentious has a wet dream. That's kind of it.
Tags: NSFW, Pentious has a hemipenis
Word count: 613
AO3 Link
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST
Pentious hums quietly in his sleep, curled onto his bed under the warm glow of his heat lamp. A small smile is on his face as he shifts a little, his tail sliding out from underneath him and hanging off the bed a little. Sleep has decided to grace him with its presence today, thank Satan. Good thing, too, since he's been tinkering all day long.
His lip twitches slightly as he curls in a little on himself, his breathing beginning to quicken. He makes a sound like a whimper as he pushes his tail further into the mattress. He begins to squirm, stuffing his face into his pillow as he mumbles something incomprehensible.
Pentious looks up at the figure standing over him. It’s a little unclear who this mysterious person is- but he knows what their desire is. He watches as the figure begins to shift down, drawing their hand closer to his slit. “W-Wait a moment-” Pentious says, but is interrupted as the person slides their hand directly over the slit.
As he moves in his sleep, his slit begins to open. It's dripping a little with slick, causing a small puddle to form on his bed. He bites at his lip as the head of one of his cocks begins to emerge from the slit. The one drawback to having a reproductive system like this is that sometimes things can get a bit messy.
Pentious hisses as the figure begins to rub his slit in a sensual manner, grinning as one of his cock heads begins to emerge. His head falls back as their hand wraps around his cock, slowly beginning to stroke it. He can’t help the gasp that escapes him with the contact. He’s been, well, rather pent up for some time; it’s highly unlikely he’s going to last for long.
He slowly begins to rub the head of his cock against the mattress, giving himself a bit more pleasure as the cock fully unsheathes. He gasps as the second emerges soon after, adding to his own sensitivity. He stuffs his face into his pillow as his body shifts to let him rut his hips into the mattress.
He mumbles something incoherent as his movements become faster, though rather uncoordinated and uneven. His breathing quickens as he ruts mindlessly into his blankets; his hands grip the sheets tightly, managing to pull them off of his tail and into a heap on the floor.
Slowly, his second cock emerges, and the figure leans down to lick a long stripe from the base to the tip. He shudders, and a choked moan escapes him. He can feel his breathing quicken as he gets closer to his peak. Satan, this is pathetic, coming apart with just a few stray touches?
He suddenly jolts awake right as he cums, gasping as his load stains both his pajamas and his bedspread. He takes a moment to steady his breathing before he looks down at the mess now covering his bed.
“Wonderful,” he mumbles, using his hand to carefully remove some of the liquid off his own body. “My own body betraying me in such an unbecoming manner...” he sighs as he places his arm over his eyes. The irritation of having to deal with the stains mixed with the floating sensation of coming down from his orgasm is mixing into some kind of odd mess of emotions— which he is much too tired at the moment to deal with.
He decides to return to sleep, simply rolling over so that he isn't facing the mess. This is a problem for him once he's rested, he decides. He'll figure it out in the morning.
Boys who cum too fast. Boys who have hips that jerk too easily. Boys who have hands that wander absentmindedly. Boys who have cunts that can’t help but to twitch and drip. Boys who whine and beg the moment you move away. Boys who know exactly how pathetic they are and yet are still so desperate to please💕
As other platforms send refugees our way, I wanted to point out that there’s a pretty easy way to skirt the so-called “porn ban” on tumblr, especially for fanart purposes. Check it out:
Make your smutty lil art. Then make a second version with a sticker or a blur or a text banner, or simply do a clever crop to eliminate the unsuitable bits and bobs. Tip: if the art is very flesh toned, maybe drop a purple or green filter on it, so the AI that detects nudity overlooks it.
(On a desktop comp) Save the Smutty Lil Version as a Draft post on your Tumblr. In your drafts, click on the images so that it isolates, then right click and Open Image in a New Tab. From that tab, copy the URL. It’ll look something like “64.media.tumblr.com/letternumbersalad”
3. Make another separate post. Make your Modest Version the image, and then indicate that there’s a clickthrough to the Smutty Lil Version, and link in “64.media.tumblr.com/letternumbersalad”
4. Ta da! Now your viewers can choose to click into the smut. I’m not saying its gonna work every time forever, YMMV, but as someone who posts like... 5% smut, it’s always worked for me.
( happy sunday! here's another assortment of smut / nsfw dialogue prompts but with more explicit language. a dirtier sequel to my other, more subtle, smut prompt list. please do not interact if you are under eighteen. )
❛ you can't expect me to do all the work. i want to see what that pretty mouth of yours can do. ❜
❛ you're mine, and i take care of what belongs to me. ❜
❛ i want to fuck you so badly. ❜
❛ i want you to fuck me so badly. ❜
❛ do you really think you’re in a position to give orders? ❜
❛ please. make me feel good. no one else can like you. ❜
❛ you can call me whatever you want, baby. ❜
❛ be good, and i'll fuck you / let you fuck me. ❜
❛ we're going to fuck right here? what if someone sees us? ❜
❛ that really does make you hard. i can feel you pulsing inside me. ❜
❛ do whatever you want with me, i'm yours. ❜
❛ your body was made for mine. ❜
❛ you keep your hands where they are or i'll tie them up. ❜
❛ you want gentle? wrong fucking address. ❜
❛ have a little trust in yourself, i know you can take it. ❜
❛ it's my thigh or nothing. i'm not helping you get off. ❜
❛ i'm waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you. ❜
❛ i don't care if someone sees us. i need you, now. ❜
❛ i can see you enjoy having the upper hand for once. ❜
❛ you're such a fucking tease, you know that? ❜
❛ let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up. ❜
❛ come in me. i need you to fill me up. ❜
❛ now, i'll ask again, are you going to be good for me? ❜
❛ we both know how much you're going to enjoy this. ❜
❛ i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making. ❜
❛ you can take my clothes off for me. ❜
❛ begging is a good look for you. ❜
❛ i'll take good care of you, i promise. ❜
❛ i'd say you need someone to put you in your place. ❜
❛ so good for me. look how much you came. ❜
❛ i can take care of you. you won't need anyone but me. ❜
❛ it made them hard to see me bleed. just like it's making you hard. ❜
❛ you're mine. you've always been mine. ❜
❛ i want to see how pretty you look with your lips around my dick / strap. ❜
❛ i'm simply enjoying the view. it's not every day i get to fuck someone so pretty. ❜
❛ you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. ❜
❛ you came so fast, i barely even touched you. ❜
❛ do what you want, but you'd better make it good or i'll kill you. ❜
❛ as much as i'd love to have you choking on me, i'm impatient and there's something else i want more. ❜
❛ missed my touch that much, did you? ❜
❛ someone's needy. ❜
❛ you taste like heaven. ❜
❛ i need to come. please, i'll do anything. ❜
❛ i'm going to put that mouth of yours to good use. ❜
❛ you're fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good boy / girl who just wants to be eaten. ❜
❛ you'll be begging for me by the time i'm through with you. ❜
❛ let me stay like this in you for a little bit. ❜
❛ look at that pretty expression. i always knew you could make one. ❜
❛ was it good for you too? it's never been like that before. you've never been like this before. ❜
❛ is that how you usually get out of these situations? by fucking your way out of them? ❜
❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜
IT IS DONE HOLY SHIT! Yeah, I had to change this fic 3 different times, I'm really sorry this one took so long. Hopefully you all like this one and thank you for your patience <3
Consider this a reward for kicking Vox's ass in this poll and declaring our short king the ACTUAL hottest character in Hazbin Hotel lmao
Lucifer x f!sinner reader
Summary: Lucifer takes you dress shopping for a special night out, but for some reason he's been acting a little strange lately...
Warnings: 18+, smut, public teasing, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v
Lucifer excitedly told you that he wanted to take you dress shopping today. It wasn't out of the norm for you two to go out on the town and indulge on some sort of spending spree together. Plus Lucifer absolutely loved buying things for you; whether it be precious jewelry, beautiful flowers, or brand-new clothes. But you had to admit it's been a while since you've gone out, what with Lucifer spending a majority of time at the hotel assisting his daughter Charlie. You were so happy that they were able to rekindle their bond after so many years of being apart. You were more than happy to help with the hotel as well! You found ways to help Charlie with whatever she needed, which somehow ended up being more than you initially thought. It was exhausting to say the least, but you enjoyed it nonetheless! You were very much looking forward to going out today with your beloved king. And of course he was taking you to one of the most esteemed shops in all of Hell, Vivacious by Velvette. He truly spared no expense when it came to you.
But for some reason, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was…off about Lucifer today.
He didn't seem upset or angry or anything of the sort. More like, he was scared? Or perhaps nervous about something? You couldn't think of anything that could be making him feel this way. The hotel was doing great, Charlie and Lucifer’s relationship was better than it’s ever been, and you and Lucifer have been nothing but enamored with each other. You were just clothes shopping after all. You two had been dating for some time now; you remembered how Lucifer used to be all kinds of flustered during your first few outings. You thought it was adorable the way he stumbled over his words when he brought up the newest duck he had added to his collection or when he complimented every single outfit you’ve ever worn. He still did those things, of course, but he slowly became more and more comfortable and confident around you. But today was something you’ve never seen before. The wary smiles he’s been giving throughout day, the jitteriness of his movements anytime you approached him, his rapid speech patterns…was he hiding something from you? You intended to get to the bottom of it.
You walked down the streets of Hell with Lucifer by your side, his arm linked with yours. You stepped into the lavish shop, dresses of all kids hung from the racks: ball gowns, sun dresses, cocktail dresses; anything you could think of was there! Lucifer told you to take your time and to pick out as many as you wanted to try on while he waited for you by the dressing room. Despite the plethora of options at your fingertips, you only found yourself intrigued by a handful of dresses. Some with more material than others but you'd thought you'd give them a try regardless; you weren't shy when it came to your body.
You grabbed the three dresses that appealed to you the most and made your way towards the changing rooms. Just as he promised, you saw Lucifer standing at the end of the hall waiting for you. But he didn't seem to notice you at first, his attention was elsewhere. Next to the changing rooms was the most impressive collection of wedding dresses you'd ever seen in Hell and even on Earth, each more breathtaking than the last. You noticed Lucifer staring at the wall of dresses with an almost wishful expression, reaching out to touch one of the dresses' lacy sleeve, gently massaging it between his fingers. You smiled and quietly walked over to join him.
"They're really beautiful, aren't they?," you said, snapping him out of his trance and making him jump a bit. He smiled at you, his hand still holding onto the sleeve.
"Absolutely stunning," he beamed. Although, with the way he was looking at you, it didn't seem like he was referring to the dresses. You felt a small blush creep across your cheeks.
One of the employees walked up to you and directed you to an empty changing room. Lucifer waited outside patiently, smiling at you as you closed the sort behind you. The first dress you wanted to try on was a simple black sheath dress. Once you slipped it on, you reached behind of and attempted to grab the zipper. You can only manage to pull it up so far before it wouldn’t budge anymore, causing you to huff in frustration. Slowly, you opened the door to see Lucifer’s eager face staring back at you.
“I need your help, hon,” you admitted. “I can’t reach the zipper.”
Quickly, Lucifer stood up and followed you into the changing room. You turned your back to him and lifted your hair up and out of the way so the zipper couldn’t catch it. Lucifer placed one hand on your hip and the other on the back of your dress. You heard the zipper moving, but it only took you a second to realize it was moving in the wrong direction. Cheeky bastard, you thought to yourself.
“Up, Lucifer,” you said with a smirk, glancing at him over your shoulder. You heard a light chuckle escape him.
“Sorry, darling,” he apologized almost insincerely, peppering kisses down your neck, “can’t help myself when it comes to you.” Lethargically, he pulled the zipper up to the top, finally letting your hair fall back down. If he wanted to play games, you were more than happy to participate. Because you knew how to win. And just maybe, you could get him to admit to whatever he was keeping from you.
“I wouldn’t start something that you’re not ready to finish, sweet pea,” you threatened with a smug grin.
Before Lucifer could get a word out, you spun around and pushed him gently against the wall, eliciting a small yelp from him. You placed both of your arms on either side of his head, effectively trapping him. His eyes widened, sucking in a breath as he realized how vulnerable he was in this new position he had found himself in. His head and hands became flat against the wall as he looked into your now ravenous eyes.
“My love, p-please,” he began to stammer, “I-I didn’t want to-HNG,” you effectively cut off his meek pleas as your one hand traveled down below his belt. You maneuvered your hand up and down at an agonizingly slow pace. Nonetheless, you felt him start to harden underneath his pants almost instantly. You flashed a devious smile, but he didn’t see it, as he had screwed his eyes shut. Baring his clenched teeth, he tried desperately to hold his breath as to not make any lewd noises. You took that as a challenge, of course.
“So it’s only alright if you get to tease me, is that it, Luci?,” you questioned, leaning your head forward with your lips now pressed against his ear. “Now that doesn’t seem fair at all, does it?”
Lucifer gulped as you continued your teasing ministrations. “I’m s-sorry, sweetheart,” he looked at you doe-eyed. “P-Please don’t-mmph…don’t do this, not here. I won’t be able to hold back, not today…”
“Oh, I’m counting on that,” you retorted. “You know you’ve been acting out of sorts all day, don’t think I haven’t noticed. Maybe if you tell me what’s wrong, I’ll show you some mercy.”
Lucifer audibly gulped at your words. "It's…it's nothing, angel, I promise, I just-fuck," you pressed your hand in harder against the growing tent in his pants, silencing his response.
"You hesitated just now," you told him. "If that's how you want it to be, so be it. You don't have to tell me. But you're not off the hook, not by a longshot." You pulled away from him, giving him a chance to breathe normally once again. You gave a quick glance to the mirror to finally get a look at the dress you had adorned. It looked nice! But it came off as something you would wear in an office setting; not really your style. You looked back at Lucifer who was instantly frozen in place from your gaze.
"I'm not feeling this one," you remarked, "help me with the zipper?" You turned your back to him once more, feeling his hand tentatively grab the zipper. "You can only touch the dress, understand? I'm off limits."
"M-mhmm," Lucifer agreed. He behaved and only tugged the zipper down halfway until you could reach it yourself.
"Good boy."
You discarded the dress quickly, leaving you in only your lacy black bra and matching black panties. Lucifer forced himself to look away from you, trying to reach for the door handle.
"And where do you think you're going?," you asked coyly, stopping him in his tracks entirely.
“I umm, just uhh…giving you privacy?” He tentatively went for the handle again, but your arm shot out, keeping the door in its locked state.
“Oh, we’re way past decency here, Lucifer.” You maneuvered him away from the door and sat him down on the large white bench that was affixed to the wall. You leveraged your foot against the area just below his hip and rested one hand on the top of your thigh, the other on your hip. “Besides, you’re not really in any condition to be in the public view” leaning forward and shooting a quick glance down at his crotch, “now are you?”
Lucifer could only shake his head.
"Glad you agree," you smiled and pecked his lips, a pathetic little whine leaving Lucifer's throat. "I have a few more dresses to try on. You can look, but you cannot touch unless I say, alright?"
"Yes, love," he murmured obediently. You smiled and turned around to pick up the black dress you had let fall to the floor. You bent over slowly to pick it up, giving Lucifer a lovely view of your barely covered ass. You heard a deep inhale behind you followed by a shaky exhale.
You hung up the black dress and moved onto the next dress; a beautiful lavender colored Bardot dress with sleeves that hung off your shoulders. Luckily this one didn't have a zipper, you only needed to step in and shimmy it up your body. You adjusted your bra straps and hid them under the sleeves for the time being. You liked this one more than the last, you did as few twirls in front of the mirror checking every single angle.
"What do you think of this one, hon?," you asked, looking at his reflection in the mirror. It seemed as though he was gripping that bench with just a little too much force.
"Ravishing," Lucifer breathed. You had given him permission to look, and he was taking fully advantage of your generosity. He was chopping at the bit, fighting every urge to pounce right then and there. Lucifer's eyes were hungry, his lips curled into a smile to try and hide how badly he needed you at this moment. You admired his will power…but how strong was it truly? You made your way back towards him, chuckling playfully. Without warning, your knees found their way onto the bench, now fully straddling the mess of a man beneath you.
"W-what are you-mmph!" Lucifer tried to ask you but was cut short by your lips suddenly on his. You wrapped your arms around his neck and placed a small peck to his forehead.
"You always say just the right things, Luci," you cooed as you began to shift your hips against him. Hearing the mangled moans coming from Lucifer was nothing short of euphoric. You noticed he had released his grasp on the bench and began to move towards your hips. You gripped the back of his head, his hair firmly between your fingers, and tilted his head back gently. Lucifer grunted softly as you brought your lips to his neck. "Ah, ah, ah, what did I say, love? No touching," you scolded, now sucking and nibbling at his tender skin, desperately needing to mark him.
Lucifer whimpered and reluctantly brought his hands back to their original position on the frigid bench that paled in comparison to the feeling of your warm body that was pressed against him. "I-I can't do this f-for much longer, darling," he whimpered, "I can only h-handle- hnng, so much, I…ssshhhhhhiiittt-" Lucifer's hot breath became increasingly labored as you continued to rock your hips against his painfully growing bulge.
Just then, you heard the sound of a door closing. Someone had just entered the room next to you. With the threat of being heard now looming, you lifted yourself from his neck to see that Lucifer's eyes had turned an ominous red. It felt as if his slit black irises were staring straight into your soul, attempting to burn you from within. He was losing control fast. But you weren't done with him just yet. With a smirk, you placed a finger over his soft lips. "Shh," you whispered almost inaudibly, "you may want to keep your voice down from now on."
A low guttural growl erupted from Lucifer, not of anger, but of pure lust. His obedience hanging by the thinnest of threads as you removed yourself from his lap and stripped yourself of the purple dress. At this point, you couldn’t really care less about the dresses. This was much more entertaining.
The last dress you had grabbed was a form fitting strapless dress decorated entirely in ruby colored sequence with a long slit up the side. You held it against your body in the mirror, but something didn't look quiet right. But then in donned on you, and a devious thought had crossed your mind. You made your way over to Lucifer once more, noticing his claws were now digging into his thighs.
"Can you hold this for just a moment, dear?," you asked innocently. He looked up at you with his still crimson eyes, outstretching his hand silently. Once he was holding the garment, you reached around the back of your bra and unclasped it, letting it hit the floor with a soft thud. Lucifer's eyes became saucers, bunching up the dress in his hand with a clenched fist. Your soft and tender breasts were mere inches from his touch and yet he found he could only sit there motionless, writhing under each new temptation you threw at him.
"You…you are…" Lucifer began, finding it agonizingly difficult to steady his breathing.
You smiled and tugged the dress back from Lucifer's powerful grip. "The dress wouldn't look right with the bra on, silly! I should have brought one of my strapless ones, but oh well, live and learn!" You giggled to yourself and turned away from the fallen angel who's resolve was deteriorating with each passing moment. And with that final move, you had definitely won the game.
Or did you?
While you were mentally congratulating yourself on your perceived victory, you hadn't noticed that Lucifer had moved from his seated position, picking up every article of your clothing that you used to torment him. All you felt next was something wrap around your waist tightly. Was that…his tail?
"What the-AHH!," you tried to question, only to be pulled backwards through a portal that had been summoned, dropping the red dress in the process. The pale white dressing room vanished from sight and you were left standing in the middle of your bedroom. “Lucifer, why did you-" but you couldn’t finish your question. When you turned around, your lover was on his knees behind you, his demonic horns now on full display. He lifted his head, his eyes brimming with tears that threatened to fall at any moment. "Oh, Luci…"
"Please forgive me, I-I'm so sorry, my angel," he cried, "I know I've been acting strange all day and I know that you know I've been keeping something from you. I swear on my immortal life that I will tell you, but I'm begging you…" you kneeled down with him, cupping his face with your hand, "no more teasing. P-please…I-I need you…"
You gave him a loving smile and brought your lips to his. He melted from your touch, grabbing at your hand that held his cheek. "You know I love you, Lucifer," you breathed as you pulled away, "I'm sorry if I took things too far back there, I never want to upset you. You don't have to tell me anything if you're not ready to do so. I can wait. But first…" You stood from your kneeling position and offered him a hand up. The way his demonic form had taken over from just your teasing had you desperate for him beyond belief. Not that your previous bouts of teasing him hadn't worked you up already. You needed him too. Now.
You laid flat on you back against the soft sheets, beckoning him closer with a curl of your finger. Lucifer finally flashed you a toothy grin and in an instant, snapped his fingers, completely removing all of his clothing. Normally he liked to make a show of his undress, but you were both too far gone to care at this point. His tail swished behind him as he excitedly climbed up to join you in bed. He stared down at your crotch, licking his forked tongue across his lips. Without hesitation, he removed your panties and spread your legs apart, taking in the sight of your completely drenched pussy. He leaned down quickly and began to leave sloppy kisses and nips along your inner thighs before stopping right at your entrance.
You chuckled lightly at his eagerness to please you. "Luci, you know you don't have to do this. Especially not after what I put you through today."
Lucifer, in response, let two of his fingers slide against your folds, earning a hardy moan from you. "Trust me when I say this, darling," his voice was low, dripping with lust, "I will never deny either of us this pleasure." You felt his steamy breath against your womanhood as he looked up at you with half-lidded eyes, sending a shiver down your spine. "You may want to hold on, sweetheart."
Without another word, Lucifer ran his snake-like tongue against your cunt like a starved man. You arched your back in pure ecstasy, unable to focus on anything other than the way he was making you feel. He hooked his arms underneath your legs and brought you as close to his face as physically possible, digging his claws into your soft thighs and wrapping his tail around your calf. You realized what he had meant with his last statement and reached out to grip his devilish horns. Your grasp forced a moan out of him as he worked his tongue on your sensitive nub, circling it relentlessly. You knew how skilled he was with his mouth, but it never failed to awe you every time he used it. It wasn't long before you felt a different sensation, that of two clawed finger thrusting into you at a rapid pace.
"Lu-Lucifer, fuck, f-feels so good," you whimpered in between your heavy breaths, "right-SHIT… right there, d-don't stop, please don't stop!" Your pleas only fueled Lucifer’s hunger for you and his desire to make you come undone around him. His tongue and fingers worked in tandem, bringing you closer and closer to your release. Your knuckles were turning white with the amount of force you were using to hold onto his horns. You let one hand drop to tug at Lucifer's hair, another broken moan escaping him as you did. His fingers curled up into you, hitting your g spot repeatedly as his lips sucked on your clit with reckless abandon. That coil in your stomach was on the verge of snapping. "S-so close…gonna c-cum, fuckfuckFUCK LUCIFER!," was the last thing you could utter before your walls clenched around his fingers, feeling yourself pulsate with waves of pleasure. Lucifer helped you ride out your orgasm while lapping up every drop that escaped your body as if it was the nectar of the gods. Once your body finally relaxed, Lucifer removed himself from your thighs, your mess glistening off his chin. He flashed you a wicked grin before using his tongue to clean up the remains of your essence from his face.
The King of Hell crawled up the length of your body until he was hovered directly above you. "I can truly never have enough of you, my queen," he praised. Through your lustful haze, your barely rational mind latched onto what he'd just said. Queen?, you thought, he's never called me that before. Not that you minded in the slightest, you loved it, in fact. Regardless, you clearly weren't in any condition to question his choice of words. Not when you were desperate for his cock to be buried inside you already.
Lucifer caught your lips, his tongue begging for entrance, to which you happily obliged. You could still taste a faint amount of yourself on his lips as your tongues met in a fiery display of passion, twisting and fighting against each other as if trying to establish dominance of the other. You pulled his head closer as he devoured you, saliva dripping down the side of your mouth as his tongue explored every inch of your mouth. His tail refused to recoil as it kept its grip on your lower leg. His hard on pressed against your thigh and you were becoming increasingly impatient. You whimpering against him and bucked your hips up, essentially begging for him to take you completely.
“Please…” was the only word you could force out once you pulled away from his lips. Lucifer smiled, pressing his lips against your ear just as you had done to him earlier.
“Your heart’s desire is my command,” he cooed as you finally felt that familiar pressure between your thighs that you so desperately craved. You felt the head of his cock finally press into your sopping wet cunt, slowing inching himself into you he bottomed out inside of you. You moaned together, now feeling completely whole. Together as one again. Out of nowhere, Lucifer’s wings sprang out behind him once he was fully sheathed inside of you, adding a bright angelic glow to his otherwise hellish appearance.
He was beautiful.
He laughed awkwardly, a hard blush spreading across his face. You reached up and captured his lips once more. He hummed into you, folding his wings around you, completely blocking the outside world. In that perfect moment, the only thing that existed was you and him. After what felt like an eternity, Lucifer finally began to shift his hips, pulling himself out only to thrust right back into you. Slowly at first, relishing every single mewl and whimper you let escape your throat as he rutted into you. But it wasn’t long until his pace quickened, the sound of your slapping skin driving him to the brink. He rested his forehead against yours, refusing to look away from your loving gaze. You felt that coil in your stomach begin to clench once more, making it near impossible to form any coherent sentence, the pleasure his cock was providing was overwhelming you in the best way possible. He noticed this and brough his hand between you two and started circling your already overstimulated clit. You were not going to last much longer. And you could tell his composure was falling apart at the seams as well.
"Hng…fuck…me," Lucifer stammered, his breath hitching on every word "close…I'm close, g-gonna…c-ffffuuucckkk!" He resorted to latching his sharp teeth onto your shoulder, causing small patches of blood to flow out as he came, his hot seed painting your walls white. His wings twitched and spasmed when he finished inside you. His orgasm coupled with his hard thrusts and torturing of your sensitive nub pushed you over the edge for a second time, screaming his name as you clenched around his thick cock. Lucifer lapped up the blood he had drawn from you before he collapsed on top of you, his demonic form finally subsiding, as you both tried your best to catch your breath. You both laid there for a minute or two before even thinking about moving again. Besides, you loved the feeling of his full weight on top of you, it was comforting.
"Remind me to tease you more often," you joked, running your fingers through Lucifer's soft blond hair. He shot his head up and glared at you with a clear 'don't even think about it' look. "I'm kidding! Mostly…" Lucifer rolled his eyes playfully and planted a small peck to your lips. He finally found the strength to pull out of you and roll over onto his side, exhaling heavily.
"That…didn't really go as planned," Lucifer chuckled nervously. Up until now, you had completely forgotten what had even led up to this moment! You guessed you weren't getting a new dress after all, not that you minded, you had more than enough in your closet as it was. "What SHOULD have happened was you were going to pick out a new dress, I was going to take you out on a beautiful romantic candlelit dinner, and then I...I was…" he paused and gulped. "Oh, to hell with it!" He quickly sat up straight and turned to you, using both of his hand to grab onto yours. You sat up as well, your stomach filled with butterflies for a reason you weren't really sure of. "You were right, you know. I was keeping something from you. I am a very bad liar and I'm even worse at keeping secrets. Especially from you. You told me that I didn't have to tell you right now. But that was the problem! I was fighting with every fiber of my being to not tell you immediately! Because I love you with all of my heart and soul and I want to spend the rest of eternity with you by my side and...and..." he exhaled harshly. With a wave of his hand, a small black velvet box appeared. "My love," he opened the box to reveal a ring, "will you do me the incredible honor of becoming my bride?"
You looked down at the precious jewelry before you. A golden snake for the band, with its body wrapped around a beautiful ruby gem in the shape of an apple. Your eyes swelled with tears, you couldn't stop them from flowing down your face. Lucifer panicked and started to wipe them away.
"I-I'm sorry! Please...please don't cry! I didn't mean to-HMPH!" His apologies were cut short when your lips found his. After you pulled away, you laughed, tears refusing to stop. Lucifer's mouth was agape.
"Yes, Lucifer," you bawled, "yes yes yes, a million times yes! Of course I'll marry you, I've never wanted anything more!"
Lucifer sat there in disbelief. But only for a moment before joining you in your crying, wrapping his arms tightly around you, both of your sobs echoing throughout the room.
"You've made me the happiest person in all of Hell, my dear," he cried as he peppered kisses all over your face, clearing away more of your tears. "I love you, from now until the end of time. I promise to be the best husband I can possibly be."
"You're already the best person for me, my King," you smiled. "You don't have to change a thing. I love you, Lucifer Morningstar."
"And I you, Mrs. Morningstar."
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