❀༉‧art credit: divider is as always from @cursed-carmine 🩷 the banner is drawn by my BELOVED @generalfandomsofthefreak, thank you for spoiling me and letting me use your amazing art as a banner, I love you more than life itself MWAH!
"H-Honey, are these really, ah~, neces-saaaary~! Oh, my-!" Lucifer's words were cut short when he felt the tip of your claw carefully prod at the weeping slit of his cock, which twitched hard. He'd been on the edge for what felt like several hours now, when in reality, it had barely been two.
You'd approached him earlier, at the bar, casually sat next to him and rested your head on his shoulder with a quiet hum. Under the bar counter, your hand had found his thigh, clawed fingertips grazing over his crotch as you tilted your head to whisper in his ear. All it took were a few filthy whispers, your words spoken so softly, so innocently, as if you weren't describing the most lewd things you wanted to do to him.
With gold dusted cheeks, practically glowing once you were done, Lucifer had cleared his throat, grabbed your hand on his crotch, and teleported the two of you to your shared bedroom.
And now… he found himself cuffed to the bed, with handcuffs made of angelic steel. There wasn't a single 'sharp' edge on them, the cuffs themselves deliberately sanded and polished so they were smooth against the skin. While you did want to restrain the king, and angelic steel was the only option for that, you didn't want to risk giving him permanent damage if he ended up tugging too hard against the restraints.
Carmilla had given you a look when you had handed her the design sketches, but hadn't said anything, and now, you got to get your money's worth.
Just looking at Lucifer on the bed, panting softly, eyes hazy with desire, and his tail which had manifested halfway through your torturous teasing, lazily thumping against the mattress, was worth every penny. The angelic runes you'd carved into the steel were glowing in the dimly lit room, a light golden shimmer against the mirror-polished silver steel.
"Hmm…" Humming softly, you rubbed the pad of your thumb in small circles underneath the head, your claw on your index finger still poking gently into the slit. Just a couple of millimeters. The poor king had been teased and touched and severely overstimulated over the course of an hour already, having been denied proper orgasms he might have had from the metal ring around the base of his cock, and you stopping just before he actually 'came'.
And Lucifer loved it.
Sweat was slowly trickling down his temples, his hair messy and matted from having thrown his head around while you had worked him over.
Another choked cry tore from his throat when you began stroking him with your free hand, fingers squeezing from base to tip, milking what little precum managed to get past the ring. You tilted your head at the small bead of pearlescent fluid gathering at the tip of your claw, which you removed before leaning down to flick it away with your tongue, earning yourself a high pitched yelp from Lucifer.
He was beyond delirious, the lightest touch feeling like electricity jolting through his very being.
"Honey, b-baby, pleasepleasepleaseplease- I-I need- please, your mouth, wanna- my queen, I'm begging-"
"Stop fighting the restraints and I might give you what you want." You replied, your mouth hovering a mere inch above the tip, each word sending a hot breath fanning down his cock.
"Hu-huh?" Craning his head back, Lucifer looked up at the cuffs, not even realizing he'd been tugging at them, the runes shining bright as the indicator to his struggle against them. A whine left him, and he did his best to take deep breaths, almost each one hitching as you continued to stroke him.
The runes dimmed as Lucifer stopped moving, though his hips kept bucking upwards, thrusting into your tight fist wrapped around the shaft. You should punish him for moving, but he'd behaved so well the first 40 minutes of your little session, so you chose to overlook it.
This time.
More pleas and whines left Lucifer's parted lips, his sharp teeth dragging over his lower lip when he stifled a particularly deep whimper. It was torture, sure, but the reward at the end would be worth the blissful suffering.
"Mmm, that's a good king. Being so obedient for his queen~" You cooed, caving to his pleas, and dipped your head, lips wrapping around the blunt head. Quiet slurping sounded out in the room as you began sucking on it, keeping an intense vacuum as you slowly worked the cock further and further into your mouth. Each bob of your head pulled desperate, shameless noises from Lucifer, his back arching off the bed with a loud gasp.
Finally, finally you kept the stimulation going long enough for him to finish, though his climax was painfully dry. An amused huff escaped through your nose at the incredibly pathetic whine Lucifer made when nothing left him during his climax. You hummed and took him further, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat before going down the tight space until your face was planted against the coarse hairs surrounding the base.
With patience, and surprising skill, you managed to get your teeth secured beneath the metal ring, fangs clinking lightly against it, and then pulled your head back, slowly. The slide of the ring was tight, almost too tight, along the shaft of Lucifer's cock, who let out a long, drawn out moan from the sensation.
Once the ring was off, you unceremoniously spat it out onto the mattress, though your fingers replaced it, keeping a tight hold around the base now. Humming innocently, you trailed light kisses up Lucifer's softly toned abdomen to his chest, stopping at his jaw, which you nibbled lightly at with your fangs.
"You're such a good boy, Luci. Doing so well, submitting to me. You know what good boys get?" You cooed sweetly, earning a delicious whine from the angel underneath you. Moving up a little further, so your face hovered above Lucifer's, you cupped his cheek with your free hand, which he leaned into instantly. He looked at you with watery eyes, tears of overwhelm and pleasure glistening in his lashes, and you couldn't help but lean down, giving him a soft kiss.
"Oh my sweet king, let's give you the reward you deserve, hm? You want that, my love?" Lucifer nodded with a whimper, reciprocating the kiss a little clumsily. You pulled back, getting a disappointed whine from him this time, but didn't complain further.
"Use your words, love."
"P-Please, I want, reward, please, honey-"
"Good boy."
Your hand on his cock began moving, pace fast and grip tight, the action drawing out the most beautiful noises from Lucifer, who's hips struggled to buck in time with your movements. It took less than 30 seconds for him to finish, with a cry of your name, his voice cracking as hot cum shot out out of his almost violently twitching cock. You milked him through it, whispering gentle praises and sweet nothings against his neck as you peppered it with tender kisses.
It was the most intense orgasm Lucifer had experienced in millennia, cumming so hard his vision whited out for a few seconds. After what was probably also the longest orgasm of his existence, he finally went slack, panting harshly to get oxygen to his brain so his vision wouldn't be as blurry.
"Thank you, thank you, my queen." He murmured the words repeatedly, voice slurred and raspy, completely 'fucked' out of his mind. Once you were sure Lucifer was completely done, you let go of him, removed the cuffs and left the bed, something Lucifer barely registered until you returned. With careful and gentle hands, you cleaned him up with a warm, damp cloth, making sure he wouldn't feel uncomfortable until he could magically poof the mess away.
When you were finished, you laid next to him and pulled him close, pillowing his head on your chest, and traced your claws up and down his spine in soothing motions.
"You're welcome, love. You did so well. So perfect." You muttered softly, pressing a tender kiss against the crown of his head. Lucifer's small size made him fit perfectly in your arms, even though it wasn't you who'd hold him often, the king did enjoy it immensely. He snuggled close and closed his eyes. Immortal being or not, he was exhausted, so he nestled closer with a deep, contented sigh.
This was definitely not something he'd be opposed to do again, but next time, it'd be you cuffed to the bed.
❀༉‧A.N: word vomit i did in a little over an hour, to help my prettiest girl @xxvendettaxx get inspiration, and now you guys get to, hopefully, enjoy the result as well 🩷
❀༉‧taglist: @all-with-angel, @ech0esfromtheshad0w, @mimuju, @cloverbbun, @fricks (i know you don't go here, but i'm shooting my shot, apologies my love), @kquil, @kanedaloveslas
Based off of @starteas and @lapisdragon01 DND oneshot designs for the three here! When I saw that Puzzles was part bard, this song just wouldn't leave my head, so of course I drew something out of it.
Tim is an Asian dragon. They don't raise their young; they lay their eggs hidden in the wild. They are also the second most aggressive dragon species.
Lonnie is an American dragon. These dragons raise their young for the first year of their lives, after which they abandon them. American dragons are the least aggressive species.
Tim is adopted by Bruce, a human beast tamer/conservator, after he finds him injured (Dick is a hippogriff, Jason is a cyclope, Cass is a nereid, Steph is a mermaid, Babs is an elf)
Tim and Lonnie know each other because Lonnie's territory is inside a forest, and on the edge of this forest is Bruce's sanctuary.
All dragons are territorial, so they both decided to investigate as soon as they realized there was another dragon nearby.
Having the same age and relatively the same strength, the first 20 fights ended in a draw.
After a long struggle and a tentative friendship after teaming up to get rid of an enemy dragon, they realized they were falling in love with each other.
Just had a sickness-brain induced thought. So bf! Nom took his mace away from the mountain because he couldn’t bear to look at the mountain and know it was there. But then, he later retrieves it from the building where he and Katie played Farkle together. Why would he want it there either?
Headcanon that he did actually throw it into the sea like he said. You know how 4c said the building looked like a crab trap? That’s because it was. Not the part they were standing in, but the barrel below the floor where Nom found his mace. It was a trap meant to catch his mace, to let the currents carry it to him, or not.
One last time letting go of control, before he finally takes the Final Say.
