This is a bind of two stories, Tipping the Scales + Whisper by @tiger-in-the-flightdeck
Words cannot convey satisfaction of holding this finished product in my hand. Formatting two stories in one print was a challenge, but a welcome one. Choosing to go with the red thread for binding was a choice I am incredibly happy with, giving some pop in between some of the pages. Had to redo the cover because the first one didn't work out and so it ended up a bit more simple on the second round, but I actually like it more. But yeah, was hugging it to my chest for a while after it came out of the press.
“How do you keep getting yourself into situations like these, John?”
“Go fuck yourself,” John replied.
At least, he tried to. It was hard to speak around the coarse cloth gag that had been shoved into his mouth. What he managed was more like “Guh ugh uhrehh.” But he thought he got his point across.
‘Situations like these’ in this case was strapped naked to a rough cross beam of wood in an old barn in some rural village called Cock Snuffler’s Hollow or something in the middle of nowhere. Near as he could tell, he was either going to be the centrepiece of a really avant gard art installation, or the locals were planning on sacrificing him to the earth in the hopes of a bountiful harvest.
He would have protested that he kept getting into these situations, given that this was only the third time it had happened in recent memory.
The ‘How’ was a bit more understandable after the investigation he was doing as a favour for Zee had led him to a rowdy biker bar where he’d been obliged to question the bottom of a bottle of spiced rum and he soon found himself stumbling out on the arm of a rather fetching gent in leathers. The next few hours were a bit of a disappointing blur, and the result was his current predicament.
A little old crone had rattled bones over him, painted sigils on his skin with pig’s blood that was starting to dry in his chest hair and get itchy, and anointed him with various sweet scented oils and honey that made his stomach growl. Her followers had chanted, low and droning as they lit candles in a ring around him and shook sheaves of wheat and corn dollies at him.
Ah. Harvest sacrifice it was.
The crone had patted his shoulder almost sympathetically before raising her dagger.
It barely pricked his skin when the air exploded into blazing light. There was a clap of thunder that sounded like the baying of hounds, a brief waft of stench like someone had cracked into a dodgy boiled egg in an overheated bus, and the panicked shrieks of the locals.
John peeled an eyelid against the light to just make out a figure floating in the air near the rafters. It was bathed in almost white flames that throbbed like a heartbeat as the figure drifted slowly to the straw covered floor.
The First Fallen Angel walked on air, embers falling around him as he approached and flared his great inky black wings in an obvious display.
The locals took it for a threat and beat a hasty retreat, carrying their weaker members to safety.
John took it for the dramatic show that it was, and rolled his eyes.
Using his tongue to push the gag out of his mouth, he scowled. “Wanna tone down the lights, Sunshine? I’m gonna be seeing spots for days.”
Flames withdrew, and the bright white light dimmed, leaving Lucifer glowing faintly. Probably from annoyance.
He had arrived in full regalia; red silken raiments twisted around his waist and draped over his shoulder, a ring of black stones that housed silently screaming souls sat around his long, slender throat, and floating above his crimson horns, a burning crown that dripped ichor completed the look of supremely powerful demonic royalty.
Aww, he wanted to make an impression.
“There are easier ways to lay your claim on someone, you know.” John crooned and squirmed on the cross beams, rolling his hips. “More fun, too.”
“You’re insane.”
The human body wasn’t always the best at being able to tell when an adrenaline rush was coming from a place of genuine fear, or if it was just a sign to get ready to play. And John’s body had spent so long housing the mind of a magician who sometimes paid good money to be trussed up like an offering in a dark dungeon while strangers did unspeakable things to his holes while bad German death metal pounded out of speakers around him.
Which was to say that he was more than a little worked up. And the arrival of his infernal … lover? Boyfriend? Complication? in a blaze of strength and unholy vengeance? Well, that just ticked at least three different things off his kinky bucket list.
“Got the certificate and everything.”
John waggled his eyebrows and pulled at his ankle restraints to try to shift his hips up.
“A complete madman.”
Lucifer flicked his wrist, his fingertips igniting, and he ran them over the ropes that held John’s legs down. The bitter scent of burning hemp filled the barn as the strands singed away.
Evil incarnate paced around his beloved laughing magician and stroked his sweaty hair from his face and wiped the blood off his cheeks before he leaned down to kiss his bitten red lips.
“You gonna…?” John tugged at ropes holding his arms stretched to their limit, his chest already heaving with giddy thrill.
“Now why would I do that?” Lucifer dragged his fingers through the slick anointing oil that marked John as a sacrificial beast. “You’re my offering, after all.”
Stepping up between the beams where John was bracing his feet, his knees in the air and spread wide for him, the devil slipped his oiled fingers between his arse cheeks. John’s cock had been waving eagerly from the moment Lucifer arrived to rescue him, and now it bobbed in excitement, hard and blushing.
“Fuck yes,” John growled low and lust drunk when two fingers plunged deep into his hole, angling expertly to find his sweet spot.
He never used to have a hair trigger before, but the Fallen Angel had utterly ruined him. All it took now was a strong hand gripping the base of his cock, thumb caging his bollocks up while another hand artfully pressed and tickled against his prostate and soon enough John was howling and bucking and painting his skin with his own come.
The spots he was seeing now had nothing to do with blazing light, and he sagged limp against the altar.
“Wanna get out of here?” he mumbled muzzily and tried to wipe his face on his shoulder.
The wood under him creaked and John lifted his head to see Lucifer kneeling on the cross where his legs had been bound. He lifted John’s knees to his chest and leaned over him, hands perched lightly over his ribs.
“These people put in a lot of effort to ensure they got a good harvest this year, John. It would be a shame not to provide them with the fertile offerings for it.”
John opened his mouth to point out that the farmers had poised to kill him just moments ago, and that he didn’t exactly approve of rewarding people for that sort of behaviour.
But then he saw the glass bottle of anointing oil glinting in the otherworldly light and a drizzle of it spill out and down the smooth planes of Lucifer’s belly to pool at the base of his thick prick, and the only words that came to him were
The leaves are falling, the pumpkins are getting carved, and ghouls and goblins are putting final touches on their costumes. Which means it's time for yet another of....
Tiger's Annual Trick-or-Treat Fic Fest!!
On this most special and magical time of year, your humble host rolls out the carpet to their ask box, welcoming eager trick-or-treaters who come a tap tap tapping in the hopes of getting a little ficlet dropped in their goodie bag. If this is your first year in the neighbourhood and haven't come to my door before, let's have a breakdown of how it works
Starting now and going until Halloween, you can drop a pairing or a character in my inbox and ask for a Trick, or a Treat. Now a Treat, will get you a smutty, sexy, steamy bit of writing. While a Trick will get you something from the mixed bag. It might be silly. It might be fluffy. It might be spooky. It might be all three. But it will be rated Teen or below. You may also include a one-word prompt to get my creative juices flowing. An example would be: [Pairing], Trick, Nesting
There are of course, a few simple, easy to follow rules.
You must be following me, as such my ask box has anon turned off for the time being.
Because these are going to be short, please no scenario prompts. We'll save those for another day. Halloween is for surprises!
That said, I understand there are a lot of fandom allergies out there. If you have a squick you would like me to avoid, please feel free to let me know before hand.
You must reblog your gift. There is no exception. After years past where people came trick-or-treating and did nothing other than like the post, I got very disheartened and almost stopped doing this event. So now, trick or treaters who don’t pass their gift along to let others read will be blacklisted from all future events. Reblogging to a side blog is more than welcome, just please tag the url you made your request with.
If you don’t see a character or pairing tagged, and you know I’ve written for them before, odds are very good they simply slipped my mind. Feel free to ask!
Ficlets will be about 500 words, and posted throughout the day on the 31st, both here and on AO3
Looking forward to a fun fandom filled Halloween. My inbox is now open!
To the shock of no one, a Constantstar Treat is request >:D
One word suggestion prompt would be bound but I also trust your creative genius if something else tickles your fancy.
Ahh, my first Trick or Treater! And what better way to start off the festivities than with a bit of devil fuckery?
Read on below, or on AO3.
Damned If You Do, So You Might As Well Go For The Gusto
“Oh, come here.”
John had to bite his tongue from hissing out something stupid like ‘Fiiinally,’ or ‘About damn time,’ or even ‘Yessir.’
Then he let it go, because it was about to be put to much better use when Lucifer grabbed a handful of the front of his shirt and tugged him forward.
Arms went around him, holding him close, and John was only slightly horrified to find that his heel was kicking up like he was some romcom heroine getting her first real taste of her handsome prince in a warm summer rain at a train station after deciding not to get on the next departure for Dorking.
Instead of a drunk magician in the bog of a pub that probably hadn’t had a good scrub down since Hatcher was in power.
“You are a handsome prince, at least,” he mumbled when Lucifer broke the kiss to come up for air, then grinned sloppily up at him.
“I’m… What?” A look of confusion crossed Lucifer’s face before he worked out that it was a compliment that probably made perfect sense to John. His tail flicked behind him, the only sign that he was moved by it. “Yes. Well.” He jerked his thumb in the general direction of the door. “Best be going.” His traitorous tail snaked between his legs to wind around one of John’s, and when he shifted awkwardly, he could feel that his tail wasn’t the only part trying to make an utter fool of him. The front of his trousers were already starting to tent out and his other hand had gotten a hold of John’s arse with no sign of wanting to let go any time soon.
“Looks like you’re having a bit of trouble there,” John waggled his eyebrows and rolled his hips before leaning back in to nip at Lucifer’s bottom lip. “Must be that animal magnetism I’ve got. Dick magnets. I’m sure that’s a thing.” He rose on one toe then the next and dropped back down a few times in something that might have been a dance to the beat coming from the jukebox out in the pub, but it was just as likely he was having some kind of spasm. When he put his shoulders into it and swayed from side to side, Lucifer was sure it was a spasm.
“You know you can’t get enough of me. I’m always right… here…” John tried to place a finger in the centre of Lucifer’s forehead, but missed by two inches and nearly jabbed him in the eye. “I fucked you over one too many times and now you’re obsessed. That’s why you stuck around. Wanted to spend a bit more time with me. It’s kinda cute, really. What was that you said?” He dropped his hands to the devil’s hips and used them to coax him into moving with his words. “I twisted you. Turned you around, and woke you up. You must’ve been so fucking bored before I came along. You keep coming back for more and more and more. You just want-”
“For fuck’s sake!” Lucifer drove John backwards until he hit the sink and snarled down at him. “If I fuck you, will that get you to shut the hell up?” His wings had burst out, spanning from stall to wall and blocking the light behind him.
And John just beamed with delight. “Only one way to find out, Sunshine.”
“Should’ve just let one of my brothers take your sorry arse to Hell and be done with you,” muttered Lucifer as he grabbed John by the thighs and hauled him up onto the sink where he tugged down his trousers and pants in one smooth motion.
“Sure you could handle that? Knowing one of them was making me their little play thing instead of you?”
Lucifer clapped one hand over John’s mouth while the other pushed his own trousers down around his knees. “Don’t. Even. Think. It.” Infernal fire flickered around his eyes at the thought of one of the other Fallen getting to touch his crooked conman, and he dropped his hand to John’s shirt buttons, thumbing a few open until he could get access to his collarbone. He bit down, his sharp fangs breaking the skin with very little effort.
And John just moaned with desire.
It was frantic. It was fast. It was clumsy and uncoordinated and loud.
It was fucking fantastic.
With only spit to ease the way, Lucifer fingered him while stroking him. Laid back over the sink that kept turning on and soaking his shirt, feet in the air and arse hanging off the porcelain, John chanted encouragement and praise and dug his nails into the Morningstar’s divinely perfect shoulders and fumbled between them to get a grip on a cock made for sin. In a mad rush of need he tried to guide it up against ring but Lucifer smacked his hand away and positioned it to rut between the cleft of his cheeks instead.
He pouted, and when they both went toppling over the edge, he was rewarded with a hot splash onto his hole that was pressed into him by two strong fingers that worked over his prostate until he was seeing sparks and shouting at the ceiling.
Just outside the door, the pub erupted with cheers and applause.
Lucifer pressed his face into the side of John’s neck and panted for breath. “I really hope… That was for… A scored goal.”
"Every time I leave you for any length of time, I’m certain I’ll come back to find you waist deep in a scheme gone wrong with all of Hell and two-thirds of Heaven thirsting for your blood while you’re being passed around like currency by half the Knights of the Round Table."
