#RadioApple NSFT

[arcanepactguile]

@hellsgreatestsideshow ꜱᴇɴᴛ 👋🍑😈 ᴛᴏ  ꜱᴘᴀɴᴋ  ᴍʏ  ᴍᴜꜱᴇ

The tears that were falling, landing on the backs of his hands, in the beginning were insufficient to be noticeable. To make a difference. According to everybody who so much as saw his visage painted on a poster, the Radio Demon never showed emotion. Never cried.

It was a huge step in the awkward relationship with the King of Hell, Lucifer, that the Radio Demon had felt compelled to unleash the countless emotions packed inside his mind. Enslaved to the forced smile, constant vigilance, when they were together — alone, Alastor strangely no longer felt bound to the everlasting commitment of a static smile. At least for the duration of their private time spent in privacy, no longer being judged or applauded for their perpetual bickering out in public.

In his mind's eye, Alastor withheld a deeper, burgeoning feeling towards his superior.

Honour bound to his King, for providing him a release for the cumulative soaring emotions, Alastor's shuddering breaths were confounding the deer's newly formed feelings for the height-challenged King. Things were becoming too complicated... his quickened pulse, the sudden tears, his determination to rebel and supress ALL emotion — the Radio Demon was losing his private war with himself.

Coerced into this unexpected development, the new dawn of their intimate relationship was breaking fast for Alastor — standing, bent double over Lucifer's bed, the Radio Demon's position was stiff.

As instructed, the buck's hands were flattened on the bed. Elbows straight, head down, eyes open. His backside lifted, his undone belt hung loose around his thighs, his long legs pushed together, hobbled anyway by his underwear and pants tugged down to expose the pert mounds of his naked ass. His coat thrown to drape either side of his hips, Lucifer hadn't afforded him the blissful escape that hanging his coat’s skirt over his head would have given: hiding his face from view. It was against the rules, concealing his shame and humiliation.

Bunched up instead over his bony hips, Alastor had to bear the extra humiliation of his King checking in on his expression as well as delivering his punishment.

The Radio Demon's gasps hitching in his throat once the first spank landed, the buck had struggled to maintain his position. Tail bristling, the fifth blow from the wooden hairbrush — or paddle? — had brought one of the deer demon's legs up in reflex, folding it back to cover the buttock that was just hit, the deer's startled outburst a blend of hissed cursing and a choked sob. His asscheeks were beginning to change colour, the pale skin turning pink, the center of the smacks a deeper colour.

Each blow rocked the Overlord forward onto his toes, his back bowing momentarily with a stifled whimper before he rolled back onto his shoes, heel-to-toe flushed with the carpet.

Lowering his leg reluctantly, ears flushed back to graze his hunched shoulders, Alastor's voice was shaky, the sulking Overlord blinking back hot tears, pushing his reddening rear back out again for the next spank as he settled back into the ordered position again. The steady, painful throbs in his buttocks were exceptional — Alastor hadn't been aware Lucifer was capable of such strength.

“F-five."

"Look, I’m so— I apologise. I shouldn't have contradicted you in front of Charlie. That was a grievous error.

I…is this really necessary… ?’

[androgynousblackbox]

It fucking cracks me up when I see some spicy ass smut fanart with Alastor and the author is like "I forgot his monocle again :(" like, why would he be wearing his monocle while getting fucked. Do you think that people with glasses are like "wait, you can't slide that into my body until I can read a sign at a distance, this is an essential step of my horny process".

[st-alastors-confessional]

Alright miscreants,

I’m closing asks for now while I catch up on the multitude of confessions I’ve received.

Y’all are so sinful, it’s almost impressive.

I didn’t think this silly side blog would get so popular it’s kinda hot. So thank you for all the wonderful interactions I’ve had thus far!

In the meantime, here’s a scrap of meat for y’all the gnaw on…

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Warnings: NSFW RadioApple

Minors DO NOT INTERACT

Saint Alastor and the King of Hell against the wall of his Confessional. Angry sexual tension, Alastors Shadow, tentacles, choking, restraining, power dynamics, sacrilegious as fuck without actually fucking lmao

Enjoy your food ❤️

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St Alastors grip tightens around Lucifers waist as he pins him against the outside of his Confessional. A new found anger boils beneath his skin, expertly masked by his perpetual smile and steady hands. The cross that hangs around his neck presses harshly into the King’s chest as he leans in closer.

Lucifer hisses through gritted teeth, his nails clawing lines up the dark wood behind him.

“You wouldn’t dare.” the King speaks evenly, challenging his own restraint by not simply charging St. Alastor into the opposite wall and succumbing to his own desires. Instead he remains still, gaze unwavering, feet planted firmly, biting back the unholy hunger he suffered for this man of the cloth.

It’d been weeks since the Saint had returned Lucifers letters or so much as offered a glance in his direction- even his ridiculous grin seemed strained when entering rooms now. Lucifer had started to believe he’d previously been too forward and offended the Saint, or worse: He’d been forgotten about entirely.

In any case, the reasoning behind the Saints cool shoulder was unknown to Lucifer and it hurt him more than he cared to admit. So one night, after a glass of whiskey and an impulsive thought, he marched up the cathedral stairs and confronted St. Alastor directly.

Fury pooled in his gut again.

He is the King of Hell and he will not be treated as a passing thought.

His hands shook and curled into fists, readying himself to slam them into St. Alastors chest, but he stills. The temperature in the room drops, a sudden iciness creeps up his spine. Each shuttered breath is released as white plumes between them.

The heat of St. Alastors body against his is interrupted by a coolness that first coils itself beneath Lucifers shirt, up his torso, and around his wrists without tangible force behind it. Before he can act, his hands are thrown up and pinned tightly above his head.

A shadowed figure stretches out from the darkness and cascades up the wall Lucifer is pressed into. It looms ominously, silently behind him, sharpened by the candlelight of the surrounding room, and arches down beside the Kings head with a snarl. Its talon-like nails run up Lucifers elevated arms, clasp around his wrists, and pull ever so slowly upwards. Lucifers feet gradually lose contact with the floor as he’s dragged up the wall by the unseen force, until he’s eye level with the holy man.

Lucifer shivers as he realises his predicament: He’s trapped between St. Alastor and his shadow.

The Saints eyes are lidded, mouth parted. "Oh, Your Highness,” his demonic voice chuckles softly in Lucifers ear, “Sinners like yourself are not worthy of the holy ground on which this cathedral stands. Do you seek exhalation?" The tendril beneath the Kings shirt, long and thick, travels above his collar and wraps itself around his throat, eliciting a moan as it constricts. A thin line of red slick trails from St. Alastors smile, down his chin, and drips onto the white of his collar, "Show me how you plead, Your Majesty."

The wall groans as St. Alastor leans in firmer still, his mouth inches away from Lucifers. He runs a calculated hand over the shadow-like tentacle encircling The Kings neck, twirls the tail end around his arm and playfully tugs. A soft threat: You are at my mercy.

"P-please. Your... Your Holiness." Lucifers broken words are squeezed out of him. The shadow that grips his wrists squeezes tighter, seemingly displeased by the answer.

“Oh, you'll have to do better than that, Sire." he responds lowly, “You’d be wise not to waste my time.”

"I-" Lucifer strains against the pressure on his throat, "I’ve come to confess."

���Mmm.” St. Alastors long tongue snakes out from between his razor-sharp teeth and licks a slow, wet line across Lucifers exposed collarbone, “Good boy.” he murmurs, “And what do you wish to tell me?”

“I fucking hate you.”

[prince-liest]

👀👀👀 I'm looking at the tags on your last post and do I see a suggestion of Dom!Lucifer radioapple??? I don't ever think I read a dom!Lucifer fic (because the fandom immediately clocked Lucifer as the sub he is), so I say I'm extremely intrigued!!

Also, wow does Alastor have a talent for getting the Most Pathetic Guys Ever (Lucifer and Vox) to dom him. Like, it's a skill at this point lol.

Anyway, I look forward to your writing!!

CONGRATS, YOU'VE ACTIVATED MY TRAP CARD: I actually have thoughts about this!

I firmly believe that Lucifer is The Sub Of All Time in literally any other context, but I also think that Alastor very deliberately and skillfully hit just the right buttons in canon that Lucifer cannot back down in front of this asshole. If I transpose that into a bedroom dynamic, then... (un)fortunately for Alastor, he is punching out of his weight class.

It's a massively different dynamic in my head than radiostatic because the key balance of radiostatic is that it's a perpetual bit of careful give-and-take to balance their mutual ego-obsessions and for Alastor to not feel like he's taken psychic damage to his pride and thus needing to remind Vox (either by being verbally mean or by taking a physical stance) that Vox doesn't really have control in the situation. (Which is also why I get a little giggle when people comment on the hypnokink fic with something like, "What if Vox did [thing Alastor would not be okay with]? Wouldn't that be fucked?!" because... yes, but also, he wouldn't survive the night and he knows that.) (Also the hypnokink fic is somehow not the one where they work out trust issues. That's the NEXT one.)

Anyway, in contrast, radioapple has the dynamic of Lucifer being the one person in hell who there is no way I can imagine Alastor could match up against even at full power... which, yes, means that Lucifer can swat him down if he gets tetchy, but also kinda spares Alastor's pride at the same time! He can snap his teeth about it for some performative ego-maintenance, but it's like getting mad that you can't literally fistfight the sun. It just doesn't make sense. Nobody would ever expect that to be a reasonable match up. Alastor's narcissism doesn't get prodded by Lucifer the same way that it would if Vox tried something.

... Also, I think it'd be really funny if radioapple was just sub on sub violence. Lucifer knows what gets him going and he's going to inflict that on Alastor with great prejudice. Meanwhile his internal dialogue is nonstop references to back when his wife used to fuck him up just like this.

[goldenfantasyarts]

I think I can get away with this much?

Bird app is goldenfantasyAD

[velvet-games]

uhh that thing vampire bats do...

(ik lucifer's blood is gold lol it just shows up better like this in black and white)

[bananatanz]

radioapple hate sex is so good when the only reason alastor is into it is bc he likes the control it gives him over lucifer. he likes holding him down and fucking him because it makes him feel powerful. the fact that lucifer, the king of hell, lets him, really gets to his head.

[cr0nu5]

spicy...

[depriviolent]

can i have a moment to be crazy please

🔞 full 🔞

[coppercrow]

Pinned post info!

The new follower count has been creeping up at a steady rate (and I know a good number of you are here because of my Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss fics) so I figured I should make a pinned post with relevant info!

Hey! I'm Coppercrow, but you can call me either Copper or Crow depending on what strikes your fancy!

My pronouns are she/her, I'm 28, and from New Zealand so for my US followers the timezone difference is gonna be preeety extreme! I don't tend to post anything outright NSFT, but I'm also not actively censoring what I post so I guess followers beware?

I've gotten back into fic writing after a very long break with the release of Hazbin Hotel, and the creative flow doesn't appear to be slowing down. You can find me on AO3 as Coppercrow.

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My Current Fics

It's all about that journey to pleasure town (tag - fic: IAATJTPT)

Asmodeus and Fizz visit the Hazbin Hotel in the aftermath of episode 4, and what was meant to be a simple visit spirals from there.

Alastor, Altruist (tag - fic: Alastor Alturist)

Alastor is cut down during his battle with Adam. Everyone mourns his death, but not everything is not quite what it seems.

I also have a Radioapple series that I am sporadically updating when I need a break from the other two fics, which is called Lucifer Morningstar's Guide to Wooing the Radio Demon in (???) Easy Steps (which is tagged as fic series: wooing guide)!

I post snippets of upcoming chapters intermittently with the tag snippet and the fic/series tag.

Upcoming Projects

I have a few ideas that I have plans to write, but are shelved for the moment or until I have the drive to write them. Current ideas on the shelf are:

Staticapple oneshot - Lucifer and Vox bond over their shared distate/secret crushes on Alastor at a fancy gala.

Alastor is Accidentally Redeemed AU

Hazbin Hotel meets cooking show in a fundraiser for the hotel

Current Writing Updates (as of 25/10/24)

I'm not dead nor gone from this fandom! I know it has been quite a while since I last updated or even posted but I promise I'm still around- I just managed to burn myself out with writing 😅

I'll intermittently update this with updates on the what I'm working on/status of upcoming chapters:

It's all about that journey to pleasure town: plotting out chapter 10 and have started writing a little!

Alastor, Altruist: on hiatus until I get back into regularly updating IAATJTP

The Wooing Guide: vague plans for the third fic (will involve either furbies or black market meat smuggling)

[androgynousblackbox]

Lucifer and Alastor have sex for the first time and goes so wrong that Lucifer ends up killing Alastor completely by accident. He was so used to sex with Lilith, another extremely powerful being, that he actually forgot that normal sinners, even overlords as powerful as Alastor, are still not able to fully withstand his unrestrained strength. So ends up snapping Alastor neck, strangle him with his tail, breaking bones and whatever else. When that happens Lucifer is beyond mortified and when Alastor respawn he is trying to apologize over and over, because he truly, really, didn't mean to do any of that, but Alastor is just asking when they can do that again. Lucifer is rightfully weirded out, while Alastor has finally discovered a way for sex to actually be interesting for him: when there is the very real risk or certainty he is going to lose his life on it.

[princess-hope-selfships]

Basics ✨

💖 Call me Hope, Princess or Dazzler! 💖 she/her ✨cis aceflux demiromantic 💖 I am 30 years old! Minors please dni, thank you. 💖 I interact from my main, HopethePrincess! 💖 My Carrd has information about my f/os, both romantic and platonic! Feel free to browse. I'm not personally comfortable with sharing my romantic f/os, but as long as you don't chat with me about it I'm fine with you following! 💖 tl;dr version of this point, I'm not a proshipper as you probably define it, absolutely do not interact with me if you ship adults with minors or ship incest. Thank you. Basically, I cannot keep up with proship or anti labels anymore, because the definitions for these terms keep changing. I've seen takes like "shipping w/ a villain or criminal is proship" and "having platonic f/os who are underage is proship and pe/do behavior" so fuck it lol. I am just gonna lay out what I don't like in my dni, which is below the cut.

DNI 🚫

❌ Minors! Literally anyone under 18 years old. I'm an adult and I don't want to talk to, be talked to, or be seen by minors ❌ Shippers I don't want to interact: incest shippers, minor and adult shippers (regardless of if you're aging characters up or down) Charlastor shippers, Radioapple shippers, Zemyx shippers, Xigdem shippers, thank you! ❌ Fatphobes, esp if you claim to be "concerned about fat people's health" ❌ Homophobes, biphobes, transphobes, aphobes, every kind of LGBTphobe get outta here

BYF 💭

❓ I do not send anons, I always send asks from my main and sign it as this blog! ❓ If you dislike something I like, please just block me, I promise I already know how much people hate Hazbin Hotel or FNAF or whatever else you hate lol ❓ I am diagnosed with borderline personality disorder. I use "problematic" media and have "problematic" ships to cope with it and express borderline thoughts and fantasies in a contained and fictitious manner. My therapist of nearly a decade has said and still says this is healthy behavior, so don't start with me. ❓ I will occasionally reblog smutty stuff. I always tag it as #nsfw and/or #nsft! I do have a nsfw blog now as well, feel free to ask for that if you are over 18! ❓ Occasionally there may be a bloody art or two, I tag every single variation of tw I can think of for these but I'm sorry if I miss the one you use!! Please let me know if you need something tagged.

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[the-aprilfools-bitch]

Uhhhhh

Lucifer could probably change his dick size but since god never made angels for reproduction, I think naturally alastor would have a bigger dick

Thank you for coming to my ted talk 🙏

I should not be scrolling Tumblr on the bus

You never know where the nsfw radioapple art is

And these people already hate me enough 🙏

[prince-liest]

I gotta ask about Lucifer Magne's Practical Guide to Good Manners

Ehehe, this is the oldest WIP of the bunch and I'm not 100% sure if I will ever actually finish it, BUT. Heads up, I don't get explicit here but it's a PWP WIP.

It's basically a radioapple PWP, and I ran into issues when I realized that while I liked the idea, I had no fucking clue how to write it in a way that would involve a level of consent given that Lucifer was comfortable with, especially given the premise.

But if I do figure it out, the particular thing I was interested in exploring in it was the idea that an angelic presence just makes people feel good, in a way that Lucifer maybe doesn't have 100% control over. He ends up accidentally projecting his own praise kink directly into Alastor's brain via sheer angelic benevolence, thinking he's being so nice and helpful by doing all the things he likes just so that Alastor can have a good time despite their animosity, and meanwhile Alastor is, like, eyes-crossing 'what the actual fuck is happening what the fuck' the whole time and can't really do jack because, y'know. Lucifer is the devil. From the bible. Who is currently forcing him to say 'please and thank you' just so he can call him a good boy for it.

It's just fun for me to think of Lucifer as usually a guy who prefers to play submissive in any D/s games until Alastor comes along and turns their every interaction into that much of a pissing contest - but he's still projecting a lot of his own feelings onto the situation and what he thinks Alastor must enjoy, while in reality they're on completely different pages as to what is enjoyable about submission.

(Luckily, I also write 'being forced into certain types of uncomfortable situations' as a big chunk of what Alastor gets out of it, so they both have a fucked up but still good time. Probably the only way to actually put the fear of the devil into Alastor, though, to be honest. Meanwhile Lucifer is whistling the next morning, thinking he got a good grade in Dom, something that is normal to want and possible to achieve.)

[androgynousblackbox]

Types of sex [Radioapple, Appleradio]

A03 link

Up until being with Lucifer, Alastor only knew about sex like a transaction at the absolute best. Something you do because it will give you something in return or something expected by another party. If there is not an actual motive for it, it's completely worthless and irrelevant to the rest of his life.

After Lucifer enters his bed, he starts learning about all the different kinds of sex there are.

The lazy sex in which he wakes up to a morning wood already poking him from behind and Lucifer whispers if he can use his ass or thighs to relieve himself, and he says yes, the build slowly making him grind back. He doesn't always finish or touches himself, but it feels nice all the same. The quick and messy sex of the "I have to have you right now, right here, or I will go insane" variety that is like a whole hurricane trapped in a jar, contained to this one moment in which he truly could not care about the rest of the world. His head is still spinning when he has to try to fix his clothing. The passionate and full of hands everywhere sex that turns into slow and full of soft kisses sex that burn his skin all the same. The slow one sex that speeds up to the point he has to grab to the head of the bed and leaves his legs useless, his body electrified as every blood vessel is fighting to come down to a normal rythm. The casual sex in the afternoon when they have nothing else better to do, so might as well do this, usually with some giggles involved because Lucifer keeps saying he looks so pretty like that and he has to hide his face on the shoulder of the fallen angel. The "we had a fight and I am still a bit mad, but I mostly just want to be around you and that somehow turned into this" sex that no matter how many times does he play it on his mind, he can never understand how it happened. They don't remember either why they were fighting in the first place or decide it wasn't worth it anyway. The failed sex that seemed to be going there, but then something happens. A problem with the hotel, people needing their attention, Lucifer deciding to talk about something and he won't stop, so Alastor stays on his lap and listens. The little touches and kisses that don't leave him feeling like he is actually missing anything.

The continuation of the failure sex that always feels like a relief and a secret promise that, even if the world does keep existing and demanding attention, this is also important.

The foreplay that very well could be sex with how good it feels and he is later shocked to realize that it wasn't technically sex.

The sex where Lucifer fills his ears with soft words of encouragement, compliments, little secrets about how he thought about him during the day, and doesn't shut up except for kissing, making him feel small and vulnerable in a way that he has no idea how to properly understand, so when they do reach the sex there is an element of comfort there, because this at least he can handle.

The ridiculous and silly sex, because they both can't be serious for too long, so someone makes a stupid joke or something goes wrong and they giggled about it like two idiots while their bodies are still connected. The snort of Lucifer just makes him laugh even more. This one never feels like a failure, even if none of them finishes and the mood changes entirely.

The sex through the radio because fuck phones when Lucifer has to attend some issue in any of the other rings where Alastor isn't allowed to accompany him, so that is the only way for them to communicate. It doesn't really do anything for Alastor, physically at least, but he loves to hear Lucifer moan on the other side while talking about what he imagines doing to Alastor if they could be in the same room. Lucifer's voice was already beautiful, but it was extra lovely then, hoarse and worked up, going deep when he was reaching the climax and in the end saying his name with a low curse that almost felt like a claw running down his spine. The only sound that he wished he could record to repeat it over and over again.

He still doesn't understand why people obsess over sex overall. Alone or with someone else. In his opinion, it's not about sex at all. Lucifer is the real difference and he will the only demon in hell to know about it.

[st-alastors-confessional]

Money is of no consequence to me.

Though, your soul looks oh-so tempting…

Thank you, my dear.

St. Alastor

Alright miscreants,

I’m closing asks for now while I catch up on the multitude of confessions I’ve received.

Y’all are so sinful, it’s almost impressive.

I didn’t think this silly side blog would get so popular it’s kinda hot. So thank you for all the wonderful interactions I’ve had thus far!

In the meantime, here’s a scrap of meat for y’all the gnaw on…

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Warnings: NSFW RadioApple

Minors DO NOT INTERACT

Saint Alastor and the King of Hell against the wall of his Confessional. Angry sexual tension, Alastors Shadow, tentacles, choking, restraining, power dynamics, sacrilegious as fuck without actually fucking lmao

Enjoy your food ❤️

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St Alastors grip tightens around Lucifers waist as he pins him against the outside of his Confessional. A new found anger boils beneath his skin, expertly masked by his perpetual smile and steady hands. The cross that hangs around his neck presses harshly into the King’s chest as he leans in closer.

Lucifer hisses through gritted teeth, his nails clawing lines up the dark wood behind him.

“You wouldn’t dare.” the King speaks evenly, challenging his own restraint by not simply charging St. Alastor into the opposite wall and succumbing to his own desires. Instead he remains still, gaze unwavering, feet planted firmly, biting back the unholy hunger he suffered for this man of the cloth.

It’d been weeks since the Saint had returned Lucifers letters or so much as offered a glance in his direction- even his ridiculous grin seemed strained when entering rooms now. Lucifer had started to believe he’d previously been too forward and offended the Saint, or worse: He’d been forgotten about entirely.

In any case, the reasoning behind the Saints cool shoulder was unknown to Lucifer and it hurt him more than he cared to admit. So one night, after a glass of whiskey and an impulsive thought, he marched up the cathedral stairs and confronted St. Alastor directly.

Fury pooled in his gut again.

He is the King of Hell and he will not be treated as a passing thought.

His hands shook and curled into fists, readying himself to slam them into St. Alastors chest, but he stills. The temperature in the room drops, a sudden iciness creeps up his spine. Each shuttered breath is released as white plumes between them.

The heat of St. Alastors body against his is interrupted by a coolness that first coils itself beneath Lucifers shirt, up his torso, and around his wrists without tangible force behind it. Before he can act, his hands are thrown up and pinned tightly above his head.

A shadowed figure stretches out from the darkness and cascades up the wall Lucifer is pressed into. It looms ominously, silently behind him, sharpened by the candlelight of the surrounding room, and arches down beside the Kings head with a snarl. Its talon-like nails run up Lucifers elevated arms, clasp around his wrists, and pull ever so slowly upwards. Lucifers feet gradually lose contact with the floor as he’s dragged up the wall by the unseen force, until he’s eye level with the holy man.

Lucifer shivers as he realises his predicament: He’s trapped between St. Alastor and his shadow.

The Saints eyes are lidded, mouth parted. "Oh, Your Highness,” his demonic voice chuckles softly in Lucifers ear, “Sinners like yourself are not worthy of the holy ground on which this cathedral stands. Do you seek exhalation?" The tendril beneath the Kings shirt, long and thick, travels above his collar and wraps itself around his throat, eliciting a moan as it constricts. A thin line of red slick trails from St. Alastors smile, down his chin, and drips onto the white of his collar, "Show me how you plead, Your Majesty."

The wall groans as St. Alastor leans in firmer still, his mouth inches away from Lucifers. He runs a calculated hand over the shadow-like tentacle encircling The Kings neck, twirls the tail end around his arm and playfully tugs. A soft threat: You are at my mercy.

"P-please. Your... Your Holiness." Lucifers broken words are squeezed out of him. The shadow that grips his wrists squeezes tighter, seemingly displeased by the answer.

“Oh, you'll have to do better than that, Sire." he responds lowly, “You’d be wise not to waste my time.”

"I-" Lucifer strains against the pressure on his throat, "I’ve come to confess."

“Mmm.” St. Alastors long tongue snakes out from between his razor-sharp teeth and licks a slow, wet line across Lucifers exposed collarbone, “Good boy.” he murmurs, “And what do you wish to tell me?”

“I fucking hate you.”