synthetic-anon

[synthetic-anon]

shadows dancing on the sheets

“Have you ever thought about having sex?” For a solid few seconds after Lucifer’s suddenly-blurted question, all movement and sound ceases. Oh, wow, Lucifer, he mentally berates himself, that wasn’t at all how I wanted to start this conversation—! or: lucifer wants to explore a bit of bdsm play with alastor. quite shockingly, alastor agrees to this proposition.

it’s hilarious to me how my first hazbin fic was a humorous little gen/qpr-duckiedeer, and the second immediately jumps into explicit bdsm & kink. the duality of man <3 once again, reblogs and shares appreciated if you enjoyed!!

[synthetic-anon]

the radio demon's nightly furby organ concerts!

The first time he hears it, Lucifer genuinely thinks he's going insane. He's in his workshop when a chorus of disembodied voices softly belts out, "Waaaa . . ." He freezes. He puts down his sketchpad and pencil. He stands up and looks around. The voices echo, quiet, tickling just at the edges of his hearing. No matter how he turns his head, he can't make out just where they're coming from. The droning "waaa" fades out slowly. A few seconds pass. Lucifer starts to relax. "Waaa aa-aa-aa waaa aa--" "What the FUCK." or: alastor likes to play his beloved furby organ in the middle of the night - y'know, for shits 'n' giggles. lucifer suffers.

dipped my toes in writing some funky (hopefully humorous!) radioapple fanfic! figured i'd also share it over here, just under a day after posting it since i was debating with myself whether to make a new sideblog or not first. reblogs and shares appreciated if you enjoy my silly lil creation!!