Fun fact, I had an abortion after an ex removed the condom without my permission while I was in college. I take this issue really personally. I had to travel to another state and use my school money to afford it.
In the waiting room was a 13 year old girl who said her grandparents had tried everything to make her miscarry but that didn’t work and now they were almost too late to terminate. They had traveled four states away from Texas and took money from their neighbors to afford the hotel and gas money.
I’m starting prep now. Leading up to the 8th, I’ll be accepting story requests. If you can donate and show me a screenshot and just mention HLDC in it so I know it’s for my requests, I’ll write 500-700 words of what you want (smut or otherwise. No CP, no SA, you know the drill.) for a donation of at least 5$.
I’ll be releasing any requests and new things the 8th as well tagging and linking the Lillith Fund.
If you can’t donate you can always share this and @fraugwinska ‘s posts regarding it to spread the word.
At the off chance you’re in a good spot financially, I’ll send you the finale of Loss Of Decorum that I never posted for a donation of $50+. Not publicly, just straight link you to my Google docs. I also have some omega verse reader stuff I’m willing to privately offer.
thank you to @fraugwinska ! My darling and first supporter online in this fandom has donated to the Lillith Fund to help make today Hell’s Greatest International Women’s Day! I’ll be posting three stories today that have been commissioned and still urge people to donate!
I don’t think I’ve ever posted this…
Intersex Luci x Omega Reader x Alpha Alastor
<Warning/Promises: Reader is they/them and possesses a pussy, Face fucking, mild choking, tongue fucking, cum swallowing kind of, Alastor is a dick but you like dick so it’s chill, pretty pussy on Luci, Non-Sex repulsed Ace Alastor>
Background: Reader fell to hell to the immediate notice of Lucifer. Despite his original sex (angels are intersex a la @/lululamb) , Luci believes it’s his fated mate…. Even though he is already consciously paired with Alastor. Alastor resents reader for being the supposed destined partner to his lover, who he can’t properly bond with since Lucifer is not an omega, alpha, or beta.
In this sneak peek….
Lucifer wants alone time with you, and for the first time Alastor allows you into their bed for the evening. Unfortunately he can’t quell his competitive attitude towards you when it comes to all things Lucifer…
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“It’s been awhile, since anyone’s offered,” his thumb pulled your bottom lip down slightly as he ran it over your mouth, “Alastor tends to focus on my…,” Lucifer took back his hand and fidgeted with his collar.
“Sublime cunt.” Alastor startled you both, rising from the shadows of their shared canopied bed. He looked from Lucifer to you, questioning why you were in their room. “Get lost on your way to your chambers, little one?”
Before you could reply, Lucifer’s hand reached out and his fingers intertwined with yours.
“I asked them here,” His other hand came up, index finger sliding up Alastor’s lapel, “I was feeling needy after drinking with Husker. You don’t have to watch us. It’s not their heat.”
Alastor hummed, already shrugging out of his jacket. “This is my bed too. I happen to want to lie down now.” He brought his microphone to your chin, making your neck crane up and meet his stare, “Unless that’s a problem.” He twirled the staff away with a staticky laugh, “Just joking! I don’t care if it’s a problem.”
After pulling off his bow tie and kicking off his shoes, he settled onto the center of the bed. Lucifer had taken the time to kiss your nose and cheeks, nuzzling into your neck to inhale your scent. “If you’ve changed your mind, we could go back to your bed.” Strong hands gripped your hips and yanked you into his body, “Or we could call it a night.” He said it but the way his body rolled against yours was a wordless plea to stay.
It was hard to think straight when his skin was on yours, and you wondered if that was what he was hoping. Looking past him, Alastor was staring at you blankly. But when you met his gaze a smug smirk spread across his face.
“I’ll stay.”
Lucifer went to snap away his clothes and you stopped him, asking him to keep on his underwear. He wasn’t sure how you’d do this with clothes on but he was a little too tipsy to argue the point.
He rested his bare back against Alastor’s still fully clothed chest, watching you look down at the bed. It felt odd. This wasn’t a nest like you’d made, and it smelled like Lucifer, but the overwhelming sense it was Alastor’s gave you pause.
In the shade of the bright red canopy, the deer demon’s smirk shined. “Have a change of heart?”
That was the closest to an invitation you’d get. It felt undignified to crawl on your hands and knees, but the bed was too big to do anything else.
Luci’s legs parted as you advanced, and you had to swallow back the gathering saliva. The outline of his growing erection brought back memories of last time. How good it felt to have him buried in you. It was suddenly offensive to you that you’d not sucked his cock yet. The urge to get on your knees and apologize seemed so fitting you immediately got onto your elbows and extended your head to his crotch in a low bow.
A deep inhale, and your head was empty. How could a smell send sparks to your core so efficiently?
Something you’d never done, but felt the need to do now, bubbled up in the silence of your mind. Hands set on his soft, pale thighs, you bit onto the waistband of his pink boxer briefs and pulled.
You almost heard what Lucifer whined, but a pop of static in the air hissed and concealed what you were confident was praise. He lifted his hips and let you slide them off, his leg coming up to hasten things along.
He’d have thanked God if he had thought anyone was listening to his prayers anymore. Alastor’s heart thumping against his spine, your breath tickling at his inner thighs as you returned to his now naked lap; Heaven didn’t stand a chance at comparison.
A flicker of doubt in his heart came over him as to if he’d truly been punished when he had been cast down, but was snuffed out by your hands moving toward him.
In life you’d not spent much time with your face so close to a quim. When you got on your belly between his legs, you paused. Every part of him was so pretty. No matter the discoloration of his limbs, his cock rested half hard and porcelain above the softest pink lips. You could begin to understand why Alastor seemed to lavish this part of Lucifer the most.
Your fingers lifted his member and as you lowered your mouth, you moved past your hand. Your tongue barely touched his blushing folds before your head was pushed back by a single red tipped claw.
“No.” Alastor enunciated both letters harshly, “Getting greedy, aren’t we? Stick to what you know.”
“Alastor…”, Luci looked back at the radio demon, a pained gleam to his eyes, “Did you stay to interfere? I can go to their room still.”
Shifting, his hand came from under Lucifer’s back and two fingers pressed into his pussy without warning. Lucifer’s eyes rolled back, mouth open in an extended gasp.
“Suck.” Alastor commanded you.
The urge to argue was strong but not nearly as much as the scent rolling off of Lucifer’s lap.
As blood flowed to his sex, the fragrant musk of blossoms and dry earth rolled off of him. You had to wonder if he took it from heaven or the garden. Tongue blanketing your lower teeth, you did as you were told and took Lucifer into your mouth.
Lucifer jumped, your mouth hotter and wetter than he had mentally prepared for. Feeling himself engulfed in you made his thoughts sputter out to silence, consciousness going still as the most basic parts of him were satisfied.
Watching your head bob slowly, working more and more of Luci into your mouth, Alastor began thrusting his fingers up and into the now twitching cunt he was dug into.
“Ah— Yes!” Luci’s legs floundered, excited energy bouncing down his muscles. “Your mouth feels,” he clenched his teeth, Alastor’s jealous fingers quickening, “divine.”
The praise shot down to your clit, thighs rubbing together in a bid for friction. With a deep breath you tried to relax your throat and fit the rest of him down. Your nails dug into his thighs as he hit the back of your throat and bent slightly. You couldn’t breath, but his fingers grabbing your hair as he loudly cried out made breathing seem inessential. You’d sustain yourself on his pleasure. What was a second death now, anyway?
His hips bucked up and you had to back away, tears blurring your vision. Glancing down, you watched the dim light of the fireplace dancing off Alastor’s glistening knuckles.
“You’re doing so good,” Luci sighed into the crook of his arm when you returned to bobbing your head on what could fit in, cheeks hollowed and flush against his shaft.
He didn’t regret watching, Alastor thought, because even the sounds you elicited from Lucifer were his to hear.
But fuck, the sounds Lucifer was making. Not just from his mouth, but the sound of Lucifer’s slick cunt receiving his fingers. The mix of disgusting yet intriguing gagging noises you made when his cockhead rammed into your throat.
“Omega.”
Your body froze at the sound of Alastor’s voice, Lucifer’s head between your lips.
“On your back.”
The tiniest part of you said to stay still. An overwhelming portion needed to know why he wanted you on your back. And an unspoken majority simply couldn’t defy the tone of Alastor’s voice as he called you by the impersonal moniker.
On your back, still wearing your matching pajamas Lucifer gifted you, you waited with runaway breaths.
A small panic set in, what if he was going to fuck Luci while you just lied there like a plank across the mattress?
It burned away in a wildfire of embarrassment, why did you lie down horizontally?
“Dear, I want you on your hands and knees. Pretty little pecker dangling above their face.” Alastor’s fingers pulled out and came to his tongue, “You’ve stoked an appetite in me.”
Lucifer clamored over you, giddy smile trying to reach you as he shook his hips over your head. You lifted a little to see him, smiling back as his tail whipped side to side. The only way you could really tell was because the spade tip oscillated from the left to the right of his hips.
“Do I need to tell you how to do everything?” Alastor’s tone was less sweet for you.
Your neck craned back, Alastor’s mouth coming to Lucifer’s pussy. Unfurling his tongue, he swiped from clit to asshole with one slow drag.
When Lucifer’s back arched, his swollen cock brushed against your nose.
Oh.
Much better than you’d imagined. It wasn’t a humiliation task. It was a team project.
Your tongue stuck out and caught his cock head, helping guide him into your mouth. Before the base taste of his precum hit the back of your tongue, he was moaning like when you’d walked in on him riding Alastor.
Not that this was much different. His hips bounced back onto Alastor’s face and then thrust down into your mouth. It was harder now, his cock hitting your tongue bluntly. You got up on your elbows and straightened your neck.
When Alastor’s tongue entered Lucifer’s sopping entrance, he reacted by humping down into your throat. But instead of hitting a deadend, he slipped past your tonsils and straight forward until his clit was rubbing against your nose.
Breathing was impossible again, so the moan you made shook your chest and traveled to Lucifer’s still buried shaft.
He pulled out enough so that you could breathe through your nose. A few more shallow thrusts as Alastor fucked him with his tongue before he was rutting into your face again.
His hips lowered, knees sliding out wider, and Alastor followed until he was on his stomach, elbows between Lucifer’s calves.
The fallen angel’s knees pressed into your forearms as his face came to rest on your lower thighs.
“Please!” Lucifer was begging no one for nothing. Or both of you for everything.
Without needing to converse, you and Alastor understood it was the latter. He took control of Lucifer’s hips and set a pace you could match your breath too. The tip of your nose hitting Luci’s clit again and again every time he bottomed out onto your face.
Alastor kept his tongue working the now dripping hole above your forehead. When your eyes rolled so far up your vision nearly went black you could see Alastor’s adam’s apple undulating with the movement of his slick and unnaturally long muscle.
“Please don’t stop!” Lucifer cried, tears staining your pajama pants, “T-too much. So goo- nngh -ood!” His mouth was stuck open as he panted like a dog into your legs.
Even though you only needed to maintain your uncomfortable position to let him fuck your face, you still felt the ‘don’t stop’ applied to you. Despite your upper arms and shoulders now violently shaking from muscle fatigue, you zeroed in on the sensations of his shaft gliding past your lips.
A mix of Alastor’s saliva and Lucifer’s juices leaked down and began lubricating his puffy bud’s swipes over your nose. You could feel your mate’s body twitching above you. Your own saliva flooded your cheeks at the intimate scenting of his wet pussy.
His foot kicked down into the bed, a silent scream you and Alastor couldn’t see tearing past dry lips.
“I’m cumming!” He broke lose of Alastor’s hold and focused his finish on your throat. The other man’s mouth struggled to keep up. He abandoned the task entirely and instead caged Lucifer beneath his body, one hand still on his hip as the other came to hold Lucifer against his chest.
“What a generous king you are.” He cooed into Luci’s hair, too quietly for you to hear over the rushing of your blood in your ears. Your hips were pressing into the bed, the motion of your panties sliding over your swollen clit giving you the tiniest relief.
“Cumming! I—! Fuck!” He went stiff, and you took a deep breath in just before his knees slid all the way out with the angle of his down thrusts until he was resting his full weight onto your face.
You couldn’t swallow, his cock too big to let your tendons move around him. Instead, he mercifully shot his load so deep into your throat that it slid down with gravity and force. Despite how his pulsing member twitched, you tried reflexively to swallow the intrusion. The sensation made Lucifer convulse above you.
It was Alastor who lifted Lucifer’s hips, pulling him out of your throat enough you could move away and catch your breath.
A muffled, “Sorry! I’m so sorry!”
Blinking away tears, you whined at how much your jaw ached. Lucifer was fully withdrawn from you now and when you could closed your mouth the muscles were tight and the motion painful.
Alastor pulled the man up by a soft hand to his throat. They looked down at you from their position behind your head. Luci was pink cheeked and entirely blissed out, a weak smile to you as his hand numbly reached out for yours. Alastor’s grin had melted into an almost genuine smile. He was impressed, as much as he’d never tell you, with your devotion to your shared lover’s pleasure.
Are you writing anything special for Valentine's Day💕💕💕
Not this year… I was going to post Loss of Decorum part 3 but instead I’m offering it up for private reading to $50+ donations to Lillith Fund for Hell’s Greatest International Women’s Day ! If you make a donation for $5+ I’ll write you a snippet of something juicy 👀 but as for Friday….
My Valentine’s Day is being spent with @sugoi-writes and @minkdelovely !! 🤯 ❤️ we’re going to Pensacon together! 😭
