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I Own You (Demon Alastor x reader)

CW: Suicidal thoughts, suicidal actions, Anxiety, depression, shitty fuckin mental health, Pissed off Alastor, possessive Alastor, Branding, blood as lube, Toxic ass relationships, self doubt, smut, mirror sex Rating: Adult Summary: After getting a bunch of comments telling you you're not good enough for Alastor, old demons come back to life in your mind sending you to embrace the coping mechanism that sent you to hell in the first place. Alastor stops your plans in their tracks and is rather displeased by your actions. Requested by Anon. An: yes, we're finishing kinktober. I promised you 31 fics, you're getting 31 fics.

You stood high on the cliff overlooking the edge of Pentagram city. Hot wind whipped at your hair, sending it flying. The wind pushed your clothes against your body, framing it in a way that felt suffocating, just like everything else. The tears running down your face burned as stabbing pain shot through your heart, making it hard to breathe. 

Thoughts ran through your head, screaming. They chased one another, clashing with violent force. It felt like they’d rip your skull apart if you didn’t get them out. Screaming did no good. Your throat was raw from how much you had screamed. 

This was how you had found yourself in hell. It was how everything had ended, a sea of clashing thoughts, clashing against your skull, ripping the very gray matter of your brain apart until you put a stop to everything, chasing after the sweet release of silence. 

The cosmic joke was on you. This was also how everything began. The silence was hardly a fraction of a second and then your eyes had opened to a red sky and the thoughts. So many thoughts. You thought it would never end, though you tried to put an end to them again and again. 

It had been a long time since you had done that, though. It took time, but the voices, the thoughts, the doubts stopped. You had been happy, so happy. 

Then the thoughts started again. They told you such horrible things. They made promises that this time, if you made it stop, you wouldn’t wake up again. He would be better off without you. Everyone thought he was too good for you. Everyone knew it was a joke. 

“I just want it to stop,” you whimpered the words out, the hot wind snatching them from your lips and throwing them away like the trash they were. 

One foot in front of the other. That’s all it would take. This time, it would stop. This time, it would be forever. This time, you could have peace. 

Tears fell from your chin as your foot dangled off the edge. Just a shift of your weight and it would be over. This time, it would be over.

You wanted peace. 

You wanted to be happy.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, shoe falling from the foot hovering over the drop. “You deserve someone better.” 

Just a shift of your weight, that’s all it took. The world shifted, turning, tilting as you did. Hot wind rushed through your hair as the world barreled toward you. One last scream wanted to rip from your throat, but your lungs seized, holding the final sound locked inside. 

The ground and its sweet promise of the end to the noise. The pain would be a flash, hardly lasting a moment before it would be over. This time would be different. You knew it in your heart. 

This time would be different, you thought as black swarmed in front of your vision. That was proof, comforting your soul. This time was different. 

You closed your eyes and opened them again, not to be greeted by darkness but by red. So much red and rich woods and then static. 

Red-rimmed eyes looked around the room, only to see a form materialize from the shadows. You ended nothing. There was no peace. There was no end to the thoughts.

“What the *fuck* did you think you were doing?!” Alastor’s voice climbed, static glitching over the rare curse as if to remind him that it wasn’t suitable for the radio. 

“I just,” your words were choked by your sobs. A new fear, a new pain shot through you at the wild look in his eyes. You hadn’t thought he had the power to catch you, to bring you here from such a great distance. “I just wanted it to end.” 

“Wanted it to end!?” Alastor scoffed as his microphone laughed as if some joke had been played. “You wanted to end it?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, throat raw from the screaming. 

“Have you thought,” he hissed, “that perhaps there are easier ways to dump a man than throwing yourself off the cliffs?” 

“What?”

“Less dramatic ways than ending your life and waiting to respawn.” He turned, storming away from you. 

“I didn’t- It wasn’t about you. It’s not about you.” The words trembled as they fell from your lips.

“Then what was it about!?” Alastor turned, bones and joints snapping and creaking. 

“I’m not good enough!” you yelled, tears running down your face. “You need better than me. You deserve better than me. Everyone knows it. Everyone’s saying it. Everyone knows I should just die.” 

There was a moment of silence where he just stood there, blinking at you. “Not good enough?” He seethed, rage fueled power flowing off him in waves. The deer skulls on the walls rattled with it. “Who are you to decide what is good enough for The Radio Demon?!”

Large hands gripped your upper arms, claws cutting your sleeves to shreds as he shook you. Your head snapped back and forth, making it all the harder to defend your inadequacy. Tears ran down your face, wide eyes unable to look away from the blazing red radio dials that his eyes had become. 

Alastor was pissed. 

Claws raked down your arms, claws catching and ripping fabric. The neck of your dress gave way, splitting under the pressure. The moment the fabric ripped, a sea of fabric fluttered down your body. In a heartbeat, you were standing in your bra and panties.

Shivers ran down your spine as Alastor looked at you. The static in the air had your the hairs on your arms sticking up. Gooseflesh ran over exposed skin as you tried to wrap yourself in your arms. 

“You are mine.” Alastor growled out, hand wrapping the front of your bra, pulling it from your breasts. The strap around your back bit into your skin, stretching and stretching until the elastic gave way, and the straps snapped forward.

He threw the bra to the ground behind him as black shadows wrapped around your body, lifting you off your feet. They carried you easily to the bed. There was no soft placement on the surface, care given between lovers. 

Alastor was far too angry for that. 

You landed with a bounce as he stalked up to you. Shadows wrapped again around your wrists, pulling them up and pinning them just beyond your head. 

Alastor ran sharp claws up your naked legs, teasingly light touch that disguised the dangerous sharp of his claws. Blood welled up, dots that marked the trail of scratches you hardly felt. 

Never had you seen Alastor this angry.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, trembling. “I’m sorry I’m not strong enough.” 

That was the wrong thing to say. 

His face snapped up, burning red eyes threatening to make everything you were nothing more than ashes. “Again,” static nearly stole the words from him as he spoke, “you dare presume to decide what is enough.” 

Claws slipped under the band of your panties. In a flash, he ripped them down your body, leaving gouges in the fabric and you utterly naked under his eyes. 

“You do not get to decide what belongs to me.” Alastor loomed over you, hands spreading your thighs as he settled between them. 

Your chest heaved as you watched his eyes, taking in every imperfection of your body. Everything everyone had said is wrong with you physically was on display. 

“What are you doing?” His pants bulged at the crotch, and yet he made no move to touch your most intimate parts. He sat, looking at you, looming. 

“It seems you need to be taught a lesson who decides what is mine,” Alastor smoothed his hand down over your stomach, watching as the muscles jumped under the soft touch. 

Down and down his hand went until his fingers were running through the trimmed curls that gathered on your pubic mound. The hairs caught between his fingers, pulling. You wiggled your hips, uncomfortable with the pulling, only to freeze when heat radiated over the skin. 

Alastor’s magic sparked, green flames spreading over the hairs. Smoke and the acrid smell of burning hair filled your nostrils. You spread your legs wider, trying to run from the hot flames racing over your skin. Fire dripped down your folds as you gasped. Each hair was singed from your core, leaving you bare.

Alastor ran his fingers over the now hairless skin, admiring the blank canvas he had created for himself. 

“Open wide,” Alastor laughed, bitter and cold as you spread your thighs. “No, your mouth.” 

“What are you ta-” A black tentacle shoved into your mouth, choking off your words. 

“Good girl,” Alastor cooed, smile spread wide in a clear display of how insane your powerful lover was. 

“You seem to forget,” he ran his claws over the bare, sensitive skin of your mound, tracing lines from hipbone to hipbone. “That you belong to me. It is I who decides what I want, not another… not you.” 

You choked as searing pain ripped through your body, legs trapped in his hold before you curled them up and protect yourself. You screamed, though the sound was silenced by the mass in your mouth, pushing deeper and deeper. 

“A” Alastor said, pulling the finger from your mound, eyes flicking up to you as he licked the blood from it. 

Gasping breaths ripped through your nose, sinuses struggling to allow the amount of air your lungs demanded pass through. Tears ran down the sides of your face. 

Pain, more pain. It ran through your body, lighting every nerve on fire. 

“L” Alastor said, looking up again, watching how your chest heaved before returning to his task. “A… S…T…” 

With each letter, he spoke out loud as he took his time. All the pain of your life and afterlife was nothing compared to the pain he was putting you through now. Scream after scream struggled to pass through your throat.

“O….” Alastor carefully carved the letter, small and neat into your flesh. “R!” 

Pain… and the wetness of blood running down your body. It poured on each side of your mound, cutting a red river along where your thighs met the edges of your folds. 

The shadows forced you up, suspending you on your knees on the bed. It shifted as made his way behind you, taking your arms in his large hands. Shadows dissipated, leaving Alastor all that held you up.

Infront of you, a mirror formed, shiny and black. You looked at yourself, naked in the arms of the man you loved. Blood ran down your mound, coating your folds and running down your thighs. It soaked into the blankets. 

“Do you see it now?” Alastor asked, fist curling into your hair and forcing you to look back at yourself when your head drifted. Your hands fell to your sides, his hand leaving yours in favor of rustling with his clothes behind your back. 

“It hurts,” you whimpered, held up by the hand in your hair as the burning shaft of his cock rubbed against your ass. 

“Do you see how much I want you, cher?” Alastor jerked your head, shaking your body. “I desire you so much that I have carved my name into you.” 

“Please,” tears ran down your face as you looked at the blood running down your lower half. What surprised you was the pride that sparked in you, seeing his name carved on your skin. It would scar, marking your skin forever. Even if you threw yourself off a cliff, the marks would regenerate along with everything else. 

Hell’s fucked up system let healed body modifications stick. How generous. If you wanted to remove his claim, you’d have to cut his name from your body. 

“I’m sorry,” you whined as he rutted his hard cock against you. 

“Are you?” Alastor asked, shoving you forward. “You tried to take something from me that belongs to me. When you feel like doing it again, you’ll look down and see who owns your body.”

Alastor’s hand wrapped around the back of your neck as he pulled your hips up, placing you on your knees. For a moment he left you waiting, eyes roaming over your folds. Everything was painted red as blood continued to ooze from the clotting wounds. 

“Red looks so lovely on you,” Alastor murmured as he ran the head of his cock over your bloody folds, staining his skin with your blood before lining up at your opening. 

He filled you with one smoothe thrust, pushing through the resistance. Blood didn’t lubricate things very well, but he didn’t care. Alastor cared about one thing only in that moment- ensuring you understood who you belonged to in every way. 

He pulled you up by the hand wrapped around your neck, not sparing a thought to how much it hurt. The mirror reflected to you the cold ownership and wild possession in Alastor’s eyes. A shiver ran down your spine as his sharp nose ran along your neck, taking in the scent of you. 

He sank deeper and deeper into you, reaching everywhere at once. Your opening burned at the stretch. His size and lack of prep made for a painful intrusion. It was nothing compared to the pain from the deep weeping cuts. 

“Do you see now?” Alastor asked, holding you to his chest by the hand wrapped around your throat as he thrust into you harshly, eyes locked with yours in the mirror. 

“What?” You gasped, tears running down your face, drops landing on your breasts. 

“Do you fucking see it now?” Alastor’s eyes changed red dials growing bright on a black background, antlers branching into wide tines that towered over you as he worked his cock in and out of you. “You belong to me.” 

“Ah!” You moaned as his cock slipped in and out of you, eyes dropping to the oozing brand on your hairless mound. “Al-Alastor.” 

“That’s right,” he moaned his praise into your ear, shoving you into your hands and knees as he thrust into you harder. Your breathy moans accompanied the echoing sound of his heavy balls slapping against your blood coated clit. Pain and pleasure danced together, becoming one as you and Alastor were. His hand ran over the cuts gouged into your skin, seeking your clit as he fucked into you harshly. “You belong to me.” 

You watched him take you in the glossy shadow mirror, each harsh thrust taking you closer and closer to your climax. Possession and power danced around you, through you with every thrust. 

“Al-” you moaned, a whimpered whine in your throat as he pulled his hand from your clit, only to scream as he slapped his name carved into you, fingers reaching down to strike your clit.

“Do you want to cum?” Alastor growled in your ear, each thrust reverberating through your whole body. 

“Please,” you cried out as he struck you again and again, “Please, Alastor!” 

“Who do you belong to?” His fingers returned to your clit in soothing strokes. 

“You,” you gasped, “Alastor. Please, I’m so close.” 

“Who decides if you are good enough for me?” Static ran over your limbs as you struggled to pull air into your lungs. 

“Alastor,” you whine, “You do.” 

“That’s right,” Alastor kissed your shoulder as he focused on those last few thrusts, all it would take to push you over the edge. “Now cum.” 

You came with a scream, no longer able to support yourself. The only thing that kept you from falling forward was Alastor’s hand around your waist, fingers working over your clit even as your body convulsed around you. 

“Good girl,” Alastor said, voice coming from everywhere again as your body pulled him into his own orgasm. Each wave of seed pumped into you was a claim of ownership. You belonged to him. 

“I own you,” he growled as his cock twitched, spilling the last of his cum into you as you twitched. “Don’t forget that.” 

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CW: Smut, blood, knots, ruts Rating: Adult Summary: Alastor and his Doe have weathered the passing of the seasons, though he has failed to define their relationship and she's been too afraid to ask. Now, Alastor's Rut is upon him and it's time for her to return the favor. Follow up to Antler Play

“Alastor?” you called out as you stepped into your shared bedroom, fluffy doe tail flicking in worry.

Alastor had failed to join you for pastries over coffee. It was terribly unlike him and you feared you had done something to upset him. The relationship between you two was something strange. You shared a room, slept in his presence and yet you still were not totally sure what you were to the buck. 

He had been acting strange the last few weeks, scenting you when none were around. The musk of him clung to you, as if you needed any additional way for him to show his claim over you. 

Yet, you didn’t know what that claim was or what it meant for your heart. 

The door slammed shut behind you. Fear jumped through your system, forcing a squeak from your throat as you turned, looking at the door shrouded in shadows. They were too dark, too deep for the amount of dim light that was in the room. 

He was in here, somewhere. You knew that. You could smell him. The crackle of his power danced over your skin. 

“Cher,” his voice came from the radio sitting on the fireplace mantle, the speakers lighting up the way his smile did when he was more radio demon than deer as he spoke. “Remember how I helped you?”

“Alastor?” You turned, heart pounding in your chest as you looked for him. 

“I’m here,” his voice came directly over your shoulder as his arm wound around your waist, lifting you from your feet. 

His presence was overbearing as he carried you toward the bed, only to set your feet down on the carpet. Facing him, you couldn’t stifle the gasp. 

The antlers atop his head were heavy, wide and branched. Dark shadows clung to them, dripping from the tines. Bitter musk was thick in the air, making your mouth water even outside of your season. 

You were a sexual being, in life and in death. While you learned your seasons made you made with desire, you were not immune to it outside of that time like Alastor seemed to be. 

Trembling legs took you a few steps back from the advancing buck, eyes black as coal swallowed bright red radio dials that looked back at you. 

It all made sense. The last few months, Alastor had been more affectionate. He scented you more. He hovered more. He watched over you more. You thought something had changed between you. Perhaps he loved you, but.. he had entered his season.

His libido was awakening as his body prepared itself for his rut. He was a buck, but the way he looked at you made it feel very much like he was a wolf, ready to devour you. 

“Do you remember how I helped you last year?” Static was loud in your ears, but at least this time the words came from the man you had fallen in love with.

“Yes,” you whispered, heart pounding so heard in your chest that you were sure he could hear it. 

“Will you return the favor?” Alastor’s bright red eyes ran slowly down your body, taking in each curve as he did so in a way he never had before.

“y-yes,” excitement ran through you, shooting down your spine as the large buck reached out for you. 

“My doe,” his voice rumbled through the static, coming from all around you as he wrapped his arms around you.

Your feet dangled for a moment before you threw them around his waist. As he walked as if nothing out of the ordinary at all, shadows and tentacles ripped at your clothes. Stitching on the seams gave way. The fabric ripped- clothes fell from you in tatters.

Your body reacted instantly to the feel of him, to the feel of the static running over bare skin. The rich smell of forest and buck was all you could smell. Fire ignited in you, growing hotter with each deep lungful of him you pulled in. 

Everything was happening so fast. As Alastor laid you on the bed, you realized he was naked. Never had you seen him bare and yet his clothes melted into the shadows without you even noticing. The bulbus head of his cock pressed into your waiting opening as he climbed over you, pushing your legs up and apart. 

“You’re already ready for me,” Alastor said, though his voice came from all around as he thrust forward, length parting your walls in one smoothe stroke. 

He throbbed inside you as his hips met yours. Or perhaps it was your wet cunt that was throbbing? You were not sure anymore as you arched into him. Gruff groans reverberated through his chest as he pulled from you, only to slam back into your wet cunt. 

“Fuck,” you moan as his cock nudges your cervix, hot thick length spreading your core easily. 

Each thrust came hot on the heels of another. Alastor set a brutal, violent pace as he reached down, grabbing your legs in his large hands. He pulled your thighs up, higher and higher, as he thrust into you. As your knees sank, so close to framing your breasts, Alastor groaned again. 

Red radio dial eyes never left you as he thrust, hard and powerful, into your tight cunt, spread so open for him. Tentacles grabbed your legs, freeing his hands to hold your waist, pulling your core down to meet his hips in each painful blow. 

It hurt to be taken by the Radio Demon but the pain felt so good, you couldn’t help the moans, prayers made up only of his name dropping from your lips. He shifted back, pulling your body down the bed a few inches just as the top of your head grazed the headboard. 

He had fucked you up the bed. Reaching up, you braced yourself against the headboard. Alastor’s long arms made it easy for him to reach up, doing the same. The wood cracked as he used it for leverage, allowing him to thrust into you harder still. 

“Fuck,” you moaned, fingers tangling in the bedsheets as he fucked into you again and again. 

His grip on you was painful as he shifted, angling your hips and forcing your back into an arch. The blunt head of his cock pressed against your stomach, pushing out slightly with each thrust. 

Desperate for anything, you dug your nails into his arms. You clung to where his skin shifted from the black stains of blood spilled that he could never wash away to the soft tan of his skin and the light covering of fur over it. 

Sharp claws dug into your thighs. His hips slammed into yours, harder and harder, making you burn inside. You could feel every delicious impact, pulling breathless moans from your lips.

The pebbled buds of your nipples ran against the soft fur of his chest as he fucked into you, trying to reach as deeply as possible with each and very thrust. 

“I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll feel my cock in your pretty little cunt forever Dear” Alastor growled out, voice coming from the radio speakers as well as the man over you, “and after we’re done, I’m going to fuck you again, and again, until you can’t take anymore, just to make sure you’re so full of my cum, nothing else will fit”

“Alastor,” you whined, voice airy as you struggled against the force of his cock pounding through your insides, driving you closer and closer to your orgasm. Heat built inside you, being pulled forth by the pheromones wafting off of him. 

“You’re going to feel my cum inside you as you sit for breakfast around all of those pathetic sinners. You’re going to smell of me. Everyone’s going to know you are mine.” Alastor snarled through his promises, claws sinking so deep into your thighs that you could feel the trickle of blood running up your legs. 

“When I’m done with you,” his voice flipped, coming from him and the speaker, changing nearly every other syllable. “you’re going to suck me clean before I fuck you again”

His hands tangled in your hair, pulling your head back as he continued to fuck into you. He couldn’t decide if he wanted our neck under his teeth or if he wanted your eyes on him as he forced you to cum on his cock. Did he want to taste you or see you as he marked you his?

“What?” You gasped out, losing track of where you ended and Alastor began. 

“All you’ll be able to do is think of the way my cock fills you,” he promised, dark words pushing you closer to the edge. “The taste of my seed on your tongue. The sound of my voice in your ears. The feeling of my teeth in your neck. My hands on your skin. My claws gripping your hips.” 

“Please, Alastor,” you begged for him, not knowing how to ask for what you needed. Never had you imagined him saying such things to you. 

“Thoughts of me will devour your mind,” he swore and you were so sure he was right, “until you return to me, begging me to take you again.” 

“Oh, fuck!” you cried out as his tongue ran over your neck. 

“You will dream of me. When you touch your pretty little cunt, you’ll wish it was my hands. You’ll wish it was my cock. I will ruin you.” 

You drug his face to yours, needing his kiss. It was the first kiss shared between you. What sweetness there was in it quickly dissolved into the fiery passion of mating. Sucking on his tongue desperately, you moaned and whined, needing him in all your holes. 

You wanted nothing more than his full possession as you submit, your body pliant just for him as he continued his lust filled rambles, “You’re going to cum so much for me aren’t you pet, gonna drag my cum deep inside you while your little cunt begs for my seed”

Leaning forward, his lips found your neck. Folding over you, each thrust had more power yet. You wrapped your arms around him. The strong muscles of his lean back flexed and bunched under your touch. Your orgasm washed over you with sudden, drowning waves of pleasure. Accompanying your sudden orgasm was the grunting bleats coming from your lover. 

His cock swelled inside you, pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust. The tip nestled against your cervix. Tears ran down your face as your opening was pushed wider with each thrust into you. 

Teeth sank into your neck, grounding him in the coppery taste of your blood and you in the searing pain ripping through your body. It distracted you from the pain in your opening as his cock swelled; the base growing larger and larger as he rutted it inside you. 

“Mine,” he growled as his body stilled, cock locked inside you as he shot rope after rope of hot cum into your fluttering cunt, painting your cervix with it. “Mine,” he rutted against you, hips rocking as he tried to push his cock deeper.

He stilled, lips placing soft kisses on bloodstained skin. Tall ears were pulled back, displaying the heavy antlers that clattered against the wall on occasion. Soft bleats filled your ears as your cunt continued to strain around his cock. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into your skin, “I seem to be stuck.” 

“W-what?” you gasped as he tried to pull his cock from you and failed, his base far too swollen to slip out of your hole. 

Soft caresses smoothed your naked skin as he waited, peppering kisses along the bloodstained skin. He wrapped you up in his arms, dragging you to his chest as he rolled onto his side. 

“Mine,” he rumbled, rubbing the side of his head against the top of your head, ensuring he pushed more of the musky scent of him onto you.

“What does that mean?” you whispered, unsure if Alastor was in any condition to answer you truthfully. 

“My doe,” he said, running his hand down your back as his still hard cock, trapped inside of you with the large bulbous knot twitched inside you. “No other bucks will touch you.” 

“While we’re in season?” you braved asking, hoping that his rut was enough like your season to allow for a moment of clarity post orgasm. 

“Forever,” Alastor said, again scenting you. He ran his hooves up and down your shin, spreading the toes and smearing more of his scent onto you. 

“Mine,” Alastor said as he held you close.

“Mine.” 

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Antler Play (Demon Alastor x Doe Reader)

Did you miss me?

CW: Lightly used incorrect deer facts, ruts and seasons, insertion of an item 100% not safe or intended for insertion, light fem receiving oral, female masterbation Rating: Adult Requested by: Anon Summary: Alastor, having just rode out his rut alone is faced with the startling realization that you, a fellow deer demon in the hotel, have not just come into season but your first season since your death. Alastor is left unable to mate you due to the poor timing but finds other ways to see to your needs and trick your body into thinking the deed has been done.

ps- please don't put antlers in your whooha.

Alastor was less than pleased to have a doe join the hotel residence. He found you to be a distraction, ever so alluring and tempting him away from his tasks. That didn’t stop the two of you from bonding, however, over the shared difficultness of being deer in hell. 

Time passed and bonds deepened, though only in the privacy of your rooms. Alastor’s hesitance to have another deer in his territory shifted into acceptance and then something darker, more protective as seasons changed. Though he hadn’t expected someone who had just landed in hell to have anything in common with him, he was horrified by the tales of your father and soothed by those of your mother. 

You bonded in the stories of mistakes made, sins committed and, while you were so much more innocent and sweet than he was, you had that darkness in your heart that he knew well. Blood-stained hands touched another set in passing, neither really speaking of the trust building between you.

Alastor had early on intended to send you away when your season drew close and yet he failed to do so. Week after week, he put it off, not so much as even mentioning it to you until he was in no condition to be anywhere near you. His rut had hit him like a train, leaving him no choice but to isolate himself to keep you safe from him. The last thing he needed was to force himself, driven by biology, onto you. Worse yet, he knew if you scented him too much, you would be rushed into your own season. 

If he tried to say he didn’t know why he had let your first season sneak up on you, it would be a lie. He failed to warn you for fear that you would seclude yourself from him. It was the same reason he had failed to send you away as well- Alastor had grown attached to you. It was one thing when he was isolating himself from you but the idea of you doing the same to him caused a deep ache in his chest. 

There wasn’t a chance in hell that he would risk some other buck finding you in season and take you as his. That was a privilege Alastor intended to claim for himself. 

And he would, at the right time. 

He had put off having that conversation with you until it was too late; he realized as the floral scent of your season filtered through his door, announcing your presence before you knocked. 

Alastor had been beyond thankful that he had just finished his own long month of rut when he opened the door to your wide, teary eyes. Tall ears laid flat, twitching as a single tear ran down your cheek.

Rather than asking what was wrong, Alastor only stepped aside, motioning for you to enter his room. Timid steps, one right after the other, carried you and the heavy scent of you into his domain. The rich musk of a buck clung to the air, mixing with your scent to make an intoxicating promise of what could have been if he hadn’t been a coward. 

“Why have you been avoiding everyone this month?” you asked, voice thick with tears as you turned to face him. “Why have you been avoiding me? Is-” you wrapped your arms around yourself in a tight hug, “Is there something wrong with me?” 

“No, ma chérie, I’ve had my own reasons for secluding myself away for the month. It has nothing to do with you.” 

“Why do I feel like there is something wrong with me?” Another tear ran down your cheek. “Why do I feel like I’m going mad? Am I going mad? Is that why you- you’ve been-” 

“I should have given you warning,” Alastor said, finally braving stepping closer to you. Warm knuckles ran down your cheek, smearing the trail your tear had left on the soft skin. “This is your first year. I should not have expected you to know.” 

“Know what?” You whimpered, leaning into his touch. 

“You’re going into season.” Alastor said simply. 

“I don’t understand what that means?” Your ears flicked forward in a flair of frustration that quickly burned out as they sagged lower. 

“It means that your body is going to crave a mate, seeking breeding.” He watched as understanding washed over your face, your eyes running over his lean frame, traveling up to his antlers, still wide, heavy and thick. “Bucks in rut or close enough to it will be drawn to you, and many won’t care if you’re deep enough into your season to be willing.” 

“I don’t… You’re a buck, Alastor?” You wanted to step back, wanted to put distance between yourself and him. You couldn’t make your feet work. It felt like they had taken root in his floors as your heart flip-flopped in your chest. 

“Don’t worry,” he said, swallowing thickly. “I just finished my rut a few days ago. You’re safe with me.” 

“Am I?” you asked, struggling to breathe through the thick scent of buck. Realization of what you were smelling and why it made you feel flushed stole your breath. 

“I won’t let another buck come take you.” Alastor said, reaching out and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He pulled you to his side, leaned down and took a deep inhale of the scent coming off you in waves. 

“Alastor?” your voice trembled as fire slowly spread through you. Now that you knew what that fire was, you understood that seeking Alastor out was a mistake in itself. “What’s going to happen to me?” 

“I’ll stay with you,” he said, ear flicking atop his head as he led you deeper into his room. “If you’d like, that is. Or I can wait outside. You can stay in here through it. The scent of me will help keep others away.” 

You sat on the bed, soft blankets bunching under your hands as sweat ran down your back. Alastor’s scent surrounded you, rich, musky and driving you mad. There was an ache in your core that you hadn’t been able to banish with your hands alone. 

Hours ago, you had lost your battle with your dignity. You had been determined not to do something as scandalous as pleasuring yourself in Alastor’s room, let alone on his bed and yet you had, again and again, never finding relief from it. 

In the distance, an elk demon bugled, sending a wave of fear through you. You were a deer, not an elk, but how much did that matter in hell? In the living world, you knew the two animals could cross, though not commonly. Would the scent of your season draw him to you? 

“You’re alright, he won’t come for you.” Alastor said through the door, “I’ve brought you some fruit. The sugar will help keep your energy up. Are you decent?”

“Decent enough,” you answered, tugging the skirt of your nightgown lower. It had been just over a week that you were holed up in Alastor’s bedroom and your season had only just gotten worse.

Alastor stepped inside the dim room, closing the door behind him. Long legs easily carried him across the room, to where you sat sweaty on his bed. Even outside of his own rut, the season having passed him for the year; he felt a stirring of desire for you. 

This year, he could not take you the way you deserved, but he would ensure you remained unclaimed for the year. You would be his prize next year. Next year, he wouldn’t make the mistake of putting distance between you happen again. 

He would ensure your bodies were close enough for your pheromones to align your seasonal cycles. Next year, he would be at a point where he could satisfy your seasonal needs. 

“Alastor?” you asked as his eyes seemed to burn holes into your flesh.

He moved with a shake of his head, coming to sit next to you on the bed after setting the plate on the nightstand. “How are you feeling?” 

“I’m burning up,” you whispered, face flushed from both the fever and the desire that you couldn’t rid yourself of. “It’s too much, Alastor. I can’t do this. I can’t survive this.” 

Tears ran freely down your face as you crawled over to him. Trembling fingers reached for his thigh as he looked at you. You wanted nothing more than to strip off your nightgown and spread your legs for the most powerful buck in the area. 

“Cher,” Alastor said, ear twitching as he looked down at you with regret. “I can’t, not right n-” 

There was a shift atop his head as the large heavy antler dislodged, broken free by the simple pressure of a swat from his ear. He’d been expecting it to happen any day now, knowing well what was coming when they never totally shrank back down to the small prongs after he ended his rut. 

“What?” you pulled your hand away as the antler fell between you, leaving Alastor looking decidedly lopsided. 

“It’s normal,” Alastor said, watching as you picked up the thick antler, examining it before setting it aside. “Happens every year.” 

“Will the other one fall off too?” You rose on your knees, crawling closer to the one antlered buck. 

Alastor watched you, eyes running over your face. Sweat trickled down your neck, drawing his eyes lower and lower. The nightgown you wore was loose enough that he could clearly see down, to see the way your breasts hung from your chest, moving with you as you crawled closer. 

Again, he cursed himself for the distance he had kept, knowing that he could have brought you comfort if he could only perform. 

“I’m going mad, Alastor.” You whispered, fingers reaching out for him. “I need… I need something. Nothing seems to be enough. I don’t understand.”

“Your body won’t be satisfied without the touch of another.” Alastor said simply, “You’ve got no choice but to wait it out. It’ll begin to ease in a few more days or so.” 

You swallowed thickly, shifting your weight as you rubbed your thighs together. “Can you?” 

“Excuse me?” Alastor asked, leaning away from you a fraction. 

“Can you touch me?” You asked again, tears slipping from your eyes. “You said it won’t help without another and… I trust you, Alastor.” 

“I can’t,” Alastor started, only to have your pleading cut him off.

“I want you inside of me,” you whispered, hand landing on his chest as you drew closer and closer. “It’ll help to have a buck inside me, I know it.” 

“I can’t,” Alastor said, taking your hand in his before his eyes flicked toward the discarded antler. “But lay back, perhaps we can come to a compromise.” 

You wanted him inside you and Alastor thought he had the means to simulate that feeling well enough for your season. What you needed was something physical. A shadow imitation wouldn’t trick your season into thinking you’d been taken, no matter how corporal he could make his shadows. They were not him and he was what you needed. 

“You’ll do it?” you asked, voice trembling as Alastor reached out, resting a large hand on your shoulder to guide you back. “You’ll do me?” 

“In a matter of sorts,” Alastor said, as he positioned you on your back, legs hanging over the edge of the bed. He nudged your knees apart, allowing him to slot himself between them as he sat on the floor. “If you’ll let me, I can try to take care of you this season.” 

“You have been,” you whimpered, timidly allowing your legs to spread farther apart as Alastor’s large hands ran over your thighs. “I keep needing more. I’m sorry.” 

Alastor shushed you with soothing caresses up your thighs, pushing your nightgown higher and higher until he exposed your glistening sex. Fingers ran over the damp curls as he spread you wider, slick coating every part of you, smearing onto your thighs. Though he willed it, his cock remained still in his trousers. Oh well, he would just have to make do. 

“Please,” you whimpered on the bed as his fingers caressed your slit, smearing slick and coating his claws.

Your back arched, delicious pleasure running down your spine as his claw tipped finger worked into your tight opening. Muscles fluttered and clenched around him as he worked his way inside you. As he worked, he kept his eyes on your core, watching how you shifted and rocked, always seeking more.

“More.” Your sighs nearly stole away your request as he worked his finger in and out of your slick opening. “Please.”

Alastor soothed you as he whispered praise, telling you how good you were doing for him as he worked a second finger into you, then a third. Your body struggled to stretch, wanting to cling to him as he worked you open. Red eyes watched as your chest heaved, breasts rising and falling with every gasping breath. 

Your back arched as he worked his three fingers into you again and again, wet squelching sounds filling his room. Sweet pleas for more flooded Alastor’s ears as he ran his thumb over your clit.

“More,” you panted, pebbled nipples standing out against the silken fabric of your nightgown. “I need more of you.” 

Alastor shifted, grabbing the discarded antler and eyeing it. The base was heavy and long, thick enough around it rivaled his cock… well, almost. He ran his fingers over the rough surface, examining the crown he had worn for most of the year, looking for anything that would catch or rip you.

“I have an idea,” Alastor said, bringing the antler closer to your core. 

You sobbed when his fingers left you, long threads of slick reaching between his hand and your weeping cunt. Alastor used it to coat the base, lubricating it generously as he listened to your pleas to be filled and sobs over the uncomfortable emptiness. 

“Please, I need you,” you cried out, shamelessly spreading your legs wide. Your core, sopping wet and on full display, had slick running down the curve of your ass. “I’m going to go insane,” you realized. “It’s going to drive me insane if I can’t have you inside me.”

Alastor shushed you, running the cool hard surface of his antler through your puffy folds, letting the ridges drag over your clit as your hips thrust into the air. The base caught on your opening, looser now that he’d worked his fingers into you. 

The blunt end where it had spent much of the year rooted in his skull wasn’t shaped the best for penetration. Carefully, he worked the edge of the flat surface into your opening, rotating and working it inside you as you gasped. 

“Alastor?” Your voice was unsteady as the thick steam of the antler pushed deeper and deeper inside of you. 

“How’s that feel?” Alastor asked, backing the antler out of your core a few inches before slowly pushing it deeper inside.

“F-full,” you stuttered out, breath coming in rapid pants as he worked the antler deeper and deeper, rough edge dragging against your sensitive walls. “So full.” 

“Good,” Alastor purred, pushing and pushing as the antler slid deeper, tines branching out and spreading your opening wider as he watched slick run from your hole. “A part of me is inside you. Do you feel it?”

“Y-yes,” your voice trembled as he backed the antler out slowly, just to work it back into your loosening walls. “You’re inside of me, so deep.” 

“Does that feel better?” He asked, thrusting the antler into you with a little more speed and force. “Does that soothe you?” 

“Fuck,” you screwed your eyes closed, struggling to remember how to breathe as Alastor’s hard thick length into you again and again. Pleasure fogged your mind as you whimpered at each thrust. “So good.” 

“You have to answer me Cher,” Alastor warned. “I need to know if it’s helping.” 

“Yes,” your back arched as he filled you again and again. “Fuck yes. Yes.” 

Lips kissed your thigh, soft lingering touches that ended with a string as he nipped at your skin, tasting you as he fucked into you. Before his eyes, your back arched and head lulled to the side. 

“Oh, you’re beautiful like this,” Alastor whispered as he shifted, trailing stinging kisses up your thighs. 

You moaned, the sound thick and unreserved as his nipping mouth came closer and closer to your core. How he could be fucking you, be inside you while kissing your leg, you didn’t know. The fog of your season had fully blanketed your brain. No longer were you sure how or with what Alastor was fucking you, just that he was. All you knew was a part of him was inside you. 

Faster. Harder. He fucked you with the antler without hesitation, eyes scanning over your body as he did, checking for any sign of distress. Sweat shone on your skin, reflecting the soft lights in the room. Your hair was messed, framing your face. 

The sound of your cunt squelching with every hard thrust of the antler, blunt end surely bullying your cervix filled his ears. His doe was pleased, and that stroked his pride. His doe. 

Yes, you were his doe. He was making you his. 

“Close,” you gasped as he tilted the antler down, changing the angle to allow him room to wrap his lips over your clit. 

Red eyes flicked up the length of your torso, taking in the way your stomach bulged just slightly with each powerful thrust into you. He watched as he ran his tongue over the sensitive nub of nerves heading your slit. The taste of you drew a deep moan from his chest as you thrashed on the bed, body pulling tight quickly. 

He was the first to taste you since your death. There would be no others to drink from your nectar. Alastor knew well his kind did not have the drive to mate for life, but that didn’t matter to him. He was a possessive man. Once he was inside you, none would follow. 

The flat of his tongue ran over your clit before shifting to a point, swirling around it as you gasped. He repeated the movements again and again as you moaned, hips rutting into him. You were close. He could feel each fluttering twitch of the strong muscles of your core as he drove you closer and closer to your edge. 

You came with a shriek, muscles tensing and letting go in a chaotic rhythm. Under the ministrations of his tongue, he could feel the shockwaves run through your cunt. Even your clit was twitching as he sucked hard at it. 

Reaching down, you grabbed a handful of his ear, tugging as you tried to get a break from the sensations. It was pointless. He continued as he was, licking, sucking and thrusting his hard length into you. 

It was a battle. Your body wanted nothing more than to suck the antler deeper, trying to milk it of seed it couldn’t give you. Alastor mimicked the way his hips would piston as he sought his own releases during his rut. 

Fast, wild, violent thrusts deep into your cunt, again and again. He pushed you from your first orgasm into your second as his pace stuttered. There were a few last thrusts as he worked his antler as deep as possible, mimicking the way he would seat himself inside you next year to deposit his seed. 

Would it be enough to calm your season and let you find peace? It was your first season and your body didn’t know better, yet. Could biology be so easily tricked? For your sanity, he hoped so. 

Soft sobs filled his ears as your hand fell away. The heat that had been radiating from your body cooled. Shivers racked through your frame. 

“Better?” Alastor asked, wiggling the antler inside you but keeping it seated in place while he stood. 

“Much.” You had an arm thrown over your eyes, too afraid to look at the man that you shamelessly begged to fuck you.

The bed shifted as Alastor climbed up next to you, gathering you into his arms and nestling you against his chest. As he did so, he was mindful to keep your legs splayed to accommodate the tines still extending from your cunt. 

Long arms reached down, softly wiggling and thrusting the antler still lodged inside you. 

“What happened?” You asked sleepily, finally having a mind clear enough to realize it wasn’t Alastor’s cock inside you. 

“First season,” he shrugged as he softly twitched the hard shaft inside you again. “Looks like your body isn’t sure how it works yet, and accepted my antler as a substitute.” 

“You…” 

“Fucked you with my antler,” Alastor said simply, “Yes.” 

“You’re still fucking me with it,” you realized as Alastor lazily pushed it back inside you, refusing to let it slip from your twitching opening. Each shift he made in the antler’s position, each twitch and thrust, had you gasping and arching your back. 

Alastor watched every reaction, taking in the way your pebbled nipples stood out against the silky nightgown. One strap hung off your shoulder, so close to exposing one of your breasts. 

“I am,” he smiled widely. “I’m replicating how a buck would stay seated within you after. It’ll keep you from seeking to be mated again.” 

“Thank you, Alastor,” you whispered, head turned into his neck. You were nothing to Alastor, and you had to keep reminding yourself that as you resisted the urge to lean forward, bringing your lips to his neck. “For helping me.” 

“Next year, I’ll be able to better help you,” Alastor promised. 

“What do you mean?” Your eyes grew heavy as you listened to the steady beat of Alastor’s heart, only twitching wider every time he softly moved the antler buried in your cunt. 

“Next year it’ll be my cock you ride your season out on. I’ll be prepared next year.” 

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Not Afraid Of A Little Blood (Human Alastor x Reader)

CW: Public sex, period sex, vaginal fingering, licking fingers clean Rating: Adult Summary: Out at Mimzy's Speakeasy for a night on the town, Alastor finds himself feeling rather amorous and isn't swayed by your monthly condition or the public nature of the location. You find your will crumbles as he shows he's simply not a man who's afraid of a little blood.

You loved the nights when Alastor spirited you away from your family home in the late evenings, when you should already be asleep. Your family did not approve of the older man, regulating your relationship to one that existed largely in secret. 

There was no place you wanted to be but in Alastor’s arms. It felt like home. As he flung you around the dance floor, lively jazz running through your blood like electricity, the dull ache of your cramps was easy enough to ignore. 

Alastor’s hands wrapped around your waist, holding you to him as you laughed together, though you didn’t remember the joke. With him, you could forget everything. That was the magic of Alastor. He chased away every worry and demon. 

You hadn’t realized that he was chasing you or that you were fleeing from him until your back hit the wooden wall at the back of the speakeasy. Light struggled to reach the back of the room, but the music had no issue at all. Deep shadows swallowed Alastor as he leaned down, lips sealing over yours in a hungry kiss. 

He tasted you eagerly, pushing into you as he trapped you into the shadows. The scent of tobacco smoke and the earthy scent of the bayou clung to him. Strong hands gripped your hips, clinging to you, greedily running over curves. The ghost of his thumb on the underside of your breast made you gasp.

He took that chance to slip his tongue between your lips, deepening the kiss. The taste of whiskey coated your tongue, filling your senses as you clung to him. Roaming hands ran down your sides, seeking and seeking until he hooked your leg just above the knee. He pulled it up, resting your thigh against his hip. 

Greedy touches took into the feeling of your skin under his hands, roaming and exploring. Your hands slip under his jacket. Strong, lean muscles flex and bunch under your touch as you try to map the landscape that lay hidden under the cotton shirt. 

Fingers went higher and higher, chasing the soft feeling of you. Your back arched, lost in the feeling of being touched by him. 

“Alastor,” you moaned his name, clinging to him as if he would somehow keep you from drowning in the sensation of him,. 

“You’re so soft,” he whispered as his fingers caressed closer and closer to your core. 

“Wait-” The suddenness of your word, clear of the passion and lust froze his hand in place. 

“What is it?” Alastor asked. “No one can see us, I promise.” 

“It’s- It’s not that,” you whispered. “I’m… I’m on my…” 

“Oh,” Alastor said, fingers flexing into the fat of your thigh. “I don’t mind.” 

“What do you…?!” you gasp as his fingers caress higher and higher along your inner thigh, fingers finding the place where the pad was held against your body. “Alastor!” 

“I���m not afraid of a little blood,” Alastor’s voice was a warm purr as he ran his fingertip along the side of your folds. “Did you know it can make a lady’s monthly pains ease, if she’s had pleasure?”

“What?” your voice wavered, coming weak as he reached pushed the pad to the side, making use of what little slack the belt that held it in place allowed. It was a thinner pad, being early in your cycle yet, and it easily folded in on itself as he forced it to the side. 

“Let me ensure you’ve got no reason to be feeling any pains?” Alastor asked, though the question sounded far from a request. 

It sounded like he knew you’d agree. In truth, you struggled to deny Alastor anything at all. He owned your heart and soul. What harm was there in giving him your body, too?

“We can’t,” you whispered even as you ran your leg higher up his hip, opening yourself up to his hand just a little more. 

“We can,” he whispered in your ear, tongue sliding out from between his lips and running along the shell of your ear. “Do you trust me?”

Lips worked their way down your neck, leaving a trail of stinging nips soothed by soft kisses. “I do,” you said, struggling to breathe. 

Alastor wasted no time letting his fingers slip between your folds. You gasped as his fingers ran along your slit, circling over your clit. He repeated the motion again and again as your back arched, pushing your breasts into him. The dampness left from your cycle’s bleeding was quickly replaced with the slippery slick that spoke clearly of your arousal. 

“You’re so responsive,” Alastor groaned in your ear as his finger worked into your tight hole.

The moan that fell from your lips was rich but unfortunately loud, leaving Alastor the choice to either withdraw his finger from you or silence you somehow. Without any hesitation, Alastor kissed you deeply as he pushed a second finger into you, swallowing the hot sound of your desire. 

Again and again he stroked you from the inside, drawing pleasure you hardly could understand from you. The flat of his palm worked over your clit with each thrust of his hand, sparking more sensations. 

“Alastor,” you whimpered as he took control of your body.

“You sound so pretty,” he groaned as his hips flexed, pushing his hand harder into you. “I need you, cher.” 

Fingers left your core, leaving you feeling empty. It was a challenge to think too deeply about that with the way his lips moved over your skin. Soon, that feeling was gone too, leaving you no choice but to blink your eyes open. 

Alastor’s hand lingered in front of your face, fingers shiny with the slick he had worked up from within your body. Unlike all the other times he had helped himself to the warmth of your core, you could see the dark smears and streaks, thicker in some places than others, that told you your blood coated his fingers. 

“I am so sor—” your eyes went wide as Alastor brought his fingers to his lips. 

The sight of his shiny tongue slipping from between his lips stopped the flow of your words. Greedily, he ran his tongue over each digit. Each pass of his tongue was a curling caress you couldn’t look away from. 

Shamelessly, he licked his fingers clean. He seemed not bothered in the slightest by the bloody tinge to the slick. Surely he could taste it, couldn’t he? 

“You taste as good as ever,” Alastor mumbled as he pulled his fingers from his lips,

It was only then that you realized he wasn’t touching you in that moment. Just as you realized that, he was touching you again in a whole new way. 

The velvety soft skin of his cock ran up and down your slit, pushed out through the fly of his pants. You hadn’t noticed the sound of him undoing his pants, let alone the shifting he would have had to have done to free himself, too entrapped by the sight of him licking his fingers free of your bloody slick.

The music changed as the band ended one song and picked up another, reminding you that you were very much in public. 

“Alastor, put that away,” you hissed. “Someone will see.” 

“They’ll think we’re young lovers necking in the back,” he insisted, voice thick with desire. “I need to be inside of you.” 

“I’m on my cycle,” 

He cut you off. “I don’t care. I need you, need to be inside you so bad.” 

“We’re in public.” The head of his cock nudged your sensitive clit, pulling a needy whine from your throat. Alluring kisses peppered your jaw, working along your neck as he teased you. 

The touches of his cock against your folds were just light enough that he could say they were innocent, that he wasn’t trying to wear your resolve down. He just hadn’t gotten around to tucking himself away and as a result, as he kissed you, he slipped between your slick folds. Each innocent nudge and caress of his cock coated him in more bloody slick. 

You moaned into his neck as he pushed forward, the shaft of his cock running through your slick folds. Fingers dug into your thigh as he hiked your thigh up again, using you as a shield against prying eyes. 

“Alastor.” This time, his name left your lips not in protest but in a wanton moan that brought a smile to the lips that kissed your neck. 

“You want me?” he whispered, lips kissing the collum of your neck as he spoke. 

“I do,” you whined as his large hand slid forward, cupping your breasts through your beaded dress. “Fuck, Alastor. We’re going to get in so much trouble.” 

“We won’t get caught,” Alastor reached between your bodies, grabbing his shaft with one hand and lifting your hips with the other, pulling you slightly off your freet. 

The tip of his cock ran along your folds as you wrapped your leg around his, ankle resting on his calf. The delicious stretch of his cock pushing into you was all-encompassing. It was a battle to hold your head up, a battle you lost. 

Alastor’s wet tongue ran up your exposed neck, tracing the line of muscles as he inched deeper and deeper inside you. The vibration of your soft moan was the greatest treat, felt but unheard as he slowly bottomed out. 

“Hold on to me,” Alastor directed, hand digging into your thigh as he wrapped his other arm around the small of your back. 

You did as he said, running fingers through the fluffy brown hair that was oh so close to curly that topped his head. He changed the angle of your hips, letting you sink deeper down his cock before he pulled out. Your weight was nothing to him as he held you in place. 

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Alastor said thickly, looking down at his cock, a bridge between your body and his in the dim room. Light reflected off of his slick covered shaft, ribbons of red covering him. “So beautiful painting me red,” Alastor said, sinking slowly into you again. 

The pace was slow, more of a rocking of his hips as he stirred your insides with his cock. Deep gasping huffs of air passed between you as flushed face met flushed face. You could drown in the deep wells of love and affection you saw reflected within Alastor’s eyes. 

The feeling of his cock in you was addicting. Nothing ever made you feel as full as he did. His large hands kept you grounded as he slowly worked his length out of you only to slide right back home in one easy thrust. 

Alastor had to swallow, working to keep his throat open and wheezing breath from becoming a rich moan. Your eyes watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat. It was daring you to lean forward and put your lips against it. Who were you to back down from a dare?

The salty taste of his skin coated your tongue as you placed open-mouthed kisses along the soft skin. The ghost of stubble scraped at your lips as you worked up his jaw, muffling your moans as he slowly thrust into you again and again. 

“Cher,” he groaned as you nipped at his neck, just under his jaw. “So warm.”

“So big,” you whispered back, tongue tasting the sweat that formed on his skin. “You’re so big.” 

His thrusts picked up pace, no longer the subtle rocking of hips as he worked in and out of you. The sound of the music covered the soft tump of your lower back hitting the wall he held you against. Breaths turned to airy moans as he fucked into you harder, faster. Each thrust bullied through your walls, the head of his cock reaching every part of you. 

“Feel so good,” Alastor whispered in your ear, resting his head against the wall behind you. “You’re made for me.” 

“Please, Al- I’m so close.” You buried your head in the crook of his neck, clinging to him. Nails dug into the muscles of his back, feeling each flex of his shoulders as he fucked into you faster and faster. 

“Can you-” he gasped as your walls fluttered and clenched around his cock. “Can you be quiet for me?” 

“Please, Alastor,” you whined, so close. The coil in your core wound tight and threatening to snap. “Please.” 

“You have to mind your voice,” he groaned as your walls fluttered, so close to your peak and threatening to pull him along with you. “If you want to finish, I need you to be quiet.” 

“I’ll try,” you whispered, making a promise both you and Alastor knew was a lost cause. 

It was too late for him to stop, anyway. Each thrust had you clenching and fluttering, walls pulling at him lightly as he worked his way in and out. He was chasing his own release now, pushing you closer and closer to yours. He watched as your body went ridged, only movement being the gasping breaths in your chest and your walls clamping down on him. 

Leaning forward, he sealed his mouth over yours as your body twitched and convulse. The coil within you had snapped, taking your control and resolve with it. Deep moans and high-pitched whines bubbled up from your chest as he fucked you through your orgasm, his own hot in its heels. 

Alastor swallowed every sound as his tongue worked into your mouth, caressing and exploring everything he could reach as his thrusts turned sloppy. It was his turn to moan deeply, letting you swallow the sound as he swelled and twitched. Hot white ropes of his seed shot into you, splashing your cervix and painting your walls as he rutted into you. 

His body stilled as his cock twitched against your sensitive walls. Neither of you were sure where one began and the other ended as you clung to eachother. Even as deep breaths mingled, he continued to kiss you deeply for a few moments longer before pulling away. 

“I love you,” he whispered his secret confession as his cock slipped from your hole. 

“I love you, too,” you answered, numb legs finding the ground as he let you down. You watched as he tucked himself back into his pants, zipping his fly. That did nothing to hide the smears of slick on the front of his pants. 

“You should go clean up,” Alastor said, leaning forward to straighten the skirt of your dress as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. 

You nodded, walking on trembling legs. Over your shoulder, you watched Alastor pull his shirt from his pants, letting the fabric fall over his hips. Such a thing would look sloppy, something that would drive your lover mad, but it was better than wearing the mark of your bloody slick. 

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Curiosity (Demon!Alastor x Reader)

CW: Sensory deprivation, established situationship, smut, porn with way too many feelings, love confessions. Rating: Adult Summary: Alastor overhears Angel Dust telling you about Val's latest thing- sensory deprivation. Curiosity wins out over sensibility.

You lay suspended in the air on a bed of magic, seeing nothing. You heard nothing but the faint undercurrent of static. Even the air was just right, still and warm. You waited, breath coming in nervous pants, for something to happen. Anything. 

Alastor had asked if you would indulge him in a curiosity and you, not having the faintest clue what you were in for, agreed. 

What you hadn’t expected was Angel Dust’s latest talks of his work to be what sparked Alastor’s curiosity. Now you were naked, in his pocket dimension and at his mercy. 

Your ears strained, trying to hear anything that would give away where your lover was. Before now, you hadn’t realized it was possible to feel the straining of your eyes, but you could. Desperately, you tried to look through the perfectly black cloth of your blindfold. 

All you could see was black. All you could feel was air. All you could hear was static. 

“Alastor?” Your voice didn’t even echo back to you. The void all around you swallowed it, like it swallowed everything. 

Your mind spun, struggling to cling to something. The moments leading up to your current situation played in front of your eyes, vivid. Too vivid. If you didn’t know better, you’d think you were watching it happen, a ghost of the future you as you and Alastor tangled together, lips and bodies clashing. 

He was eager, so uncharacteristically eager, to rip your clothes from your body. Panting breaths feel from your lips, only to be swallowed up by him as he pushed you deeper into the room. Wooden floors gave way to grass as you stumbled into the artificial bayou, naked as the day you were born. 

Hands ran over your breasts, pulling at your nipples. He caressed your folds, running his thigh between your legs before whispering into your ear the last thing you heard from him, “Do you trust me?”

The moment the confirmation of your trust left your lips, he shoved you back from him. Everything in the bayou changed, shifting in the blink of an eye. Then there was nothing. 

You were alone with no sounds, no sensations. There was nothing but your arousal. He left you like that, floating in a sea of nothing. Your mind raced, voice calling out to him, though you couldn’t even be sure he heard you when you couldn’t even hear it yourself. 

Water trickled down your face, wetting the blindfold. Confusion flooded through you for a moment. You clung to the wet sensation because it was something you could feel. It took forever, or perhaps no time at all, to realize the water was coming from your eyes. 

You were crying. 

Why? You were not sad. You were not scared. Well, a little, but not really. Alastor was there. You were safe. Alastor was there. Wasn’t he?

“Alastor?” 

Something ran up the inside of your thigh. Your body jerked, and you screamed, not that the sound of your voice carried anywhere at all. Something ran up your spread thighs. When had you spread them? 

“What’s that?” you gasped, unable to make sense of the sensation. 

Sharp something bloomed in the pebbled bud of your nipple. What was it? Pain? Pleasure? Teeth? Nails? Your body arched and pulled away, unsure which was the correct response. 

Static grew in your ears as the thing moved up your thighs. Something long and thin ran through your folds as you tried to understand what it was. Pleasure. That was the sensation you were feeling. 

It was so hard to identify. 

Soft somethings landed on your naked ribs, stinging blooming from each touch. Tremors ran through your body as you tried to place the touches. Kisses. Those were Alastor’s version of butterfly kisses. You called out to him again only for static to answer you. 

The thing between your legs worked its way into your opening as Alastor’s lips moved over the soft swell of your breast. If he was next to you, if he was running his wet tongue over your nipple, then the thing between your leg must be him too. 

His fingers, you realized as they moved inside you, stretching your opening wider. The pad of his thumb, it had to be his thumb, rubbed against your clit as his breath washed over you, sending gooseflesh across your skin. 

“Please,” you whispered, hips working into his hand. “Say something, Alastor.” 

You moved through space, or at least you thought you did. Your lover’s touches disappeared, leaving you with nothing but the memory of his touch, the lingering sting of his kisses and the wetness between your legs. 

“Alastor?” you called out, again and again for him, sobbing his name. “Please, Alastor. I need you. Please, please don’t leave me.” 

“I’m here,” he whispered into your ear, voice too loud and too soft somehow at the same time. You shuddered at how close he sounded. “Cher?” 

Your breaths came in shudders, body wanting to reach out to him but unable to be convinced to move. 

“Cher?” he asked again, hand resting on your ribs, grounding you in contact that felt overwhelming and yet you wanted nothing more to curl yourself around his hand. 

“I’m okay,” you whispered. “I’m okay. You’re here. It’s okay. We can keep going.” 

Alastor waited a few moments longer… or was it an eternity? Tears dripped from your face as his hand ran down your side as he made his way around your body. Large hands wrapped around your knees, pulling them up and out. 

You sat like that, feeling like eyes were on you from every direction, folds exposed and cunt spread open. Static. All you could hear was static. It danced off your nerves and filled your ears. Static.

You wanted to hear his voice. 

Something warm and rounded pressed into your folds. There was a moment of resistance, hardly a second, and then it was inside you. Thick fire passed through your walls, spreading you open on the thing until something pressed into your hips. 

“Alastor,” you sighed his name, voice broken with overwhelming desire. “Alastor.” 

Static. That was alright, you could feel him. There wasn’t a way it could not be him. You knew the way his cock felt buried in your body. You knew the way he twitched, the press of his head against your cervix.

Yet, you doubted what you felt, even as hips pressed into you. Something, a body, folded over yours as arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you up. Was it up? Your body went to his as stinging kisses peppered your neck. 

The hips pulled back, his cock pulling from your body in a drag that set nerves afire. You felt every ridge and vein of him in a way you never had before. Pleasure cut through your core with a knife’s edge, ripping through any other sensations. 

It burned in your blood as he thrust into you. Each slap of his body against your clit lit up your nerves like fireworks. No longer were you surrounded by nothing. Now it was him that surrounded you, static and teasing touches of his hands over skin. Breath washed over skin, filling your lungs with him. 

You were drowning in him. He was everything. He was your everything. 

“I love you,” you whispered, saying the words you had felt in your heart for far too long and been too scared to say. It didn’t matter, your voice didn’t go anywhere but into the void. You could say whatever you wanted, feel everything as he pushed his cock into you again and again, pace and pleasure building. 

“I love you,” you whispered again, not for his ears as he thrust into you. His hair brushed against your shoulder as he kissed your neck, more sensations in a sea of him. 

“I love you,” you sobbed the words, fear running through you. You feared the power of those words. They meant so much. They meant handing him something far more valuable than your soul. They meant handing him your heart. 

Did he want it? Would he take it? Were you nothing more than a body to him? Would he let you love him, anyway? Could he love you back? Would he?

“I love you.” Large wet tears ran down your cheeks as your arms found strength, hands finding his shoulders. You clung to him, grounding yourself in the feeling of touching him, not just being touched by him. 

“I love you.” It was a prayer on your lips as he worked himself in and out of your twitching opening. Your walls trembled, gripping him from the inside with the same strength as your arms around his shoulders. You took refuge in the feel of his chest pressed against yours, the feeling of his heart beating in his chest. 

“I love you,” you said, pleasure crashing through you in violent waves. It could have been painful, you didn’t know. All you knew was it stole the breath from your lungs. 

He swelled inside you, twitching as you ran your hands over him. Nails scratched over the short hairs at the back of his head as he sighed. Finally, another sound!

Each twitch of his cock inside you brushed his tip against your cervix. Soft hair, thick and almost fur like, slipped between your fingers. You could feel the shape of his skull, the way his ears, so well masked as hair rose above his head. 

“I love you,” you whispered as he twitched violently inside you. You could feel the way his cock moved, the force of it expanding ever so slightly in waves as he shot rope after rope of seed into you. Every pulse of his member, you felt in your core. 

Shadow dissolved from your face, letting the man, usually dripping in red to come into view. He was naked, pressed to you as he weakly thrust into your body. Two bodies moved through the void together, as one. 

The look on his face was one you had never seen before. You couldn’t read it. Instead of trying, you simply bathed in it along with the feeling of being surrounded by him. 

“I love you, too,” Alastor whispered as the void slowly returned to his bayou. 

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Praise Be Thy Tongue (Lucifer x Angel!Reader)

CW: oral, fem receiving, slight praise kink Rated: Adult Summary: After turning your back on Heaven in favor of the man you had fallen in love with, you present yourself to Lucifer asking that he show you the ways of pleasure…

Wings fluttered out behind you, the vibration of the stark white feathers a physical manifestation of your nerves as you stood timid in the bedchamber of the great Lucifer, King of Hell himself. It never stopped amazing you how bright Pride manor was, lit up as if all the bright lights could chase away the darkness of hell. It was the King’s slice of heavenly light, even if it was just an artificial imitation of what he once basked in. 

“You don’t have to do this,” Lucifer said, knuckles ghosting over your cheek. Such a kind, sweet soul he was. In all of your time in heaven, lifetimes of years spent bringing those judged to be sinners to their fate in hell, you had met no one as sweet as the very king of Hell himself. 

“Lucifer,” you whispered, locking eyes with the man, hardly taller than you. “It’s already done.” 

“No,” he stepped back, pacing. The top hat he wore like a crown fell to the ground, knocked from its perch as he ran his fingers through his brushed back blond hair, nails harshly scraping against his scalp. “They’ll take you back. I’ll call them, tell them it was a misunderstanding.” 

“No,” you whispered, fingers ghosting over his back. Tears fought forward for the first time since you had abandoned your post, returning to hell without a charge in toe. “They won’t. I made my choice.”

“But it’s hell,” Lucifer turned to you, wide, panic filled eyes pleading with you to take it all back. Could he see how he broke your heart at the moment or had his fear and panic for you left him blinded? “You belong up there.” 

“I belong with you,” you pressed forward, talking over him as his rushed protests tumbled from his lips. “Up there, that isn’t heaven. It’s a lie, Lucifer. A beautiful lie and it took falling in love with you for me to see it.” 

“Love?” Lucifer asked, eyes settling on you properly for the first time since you had told him what you had done, what you had given up. “You love me?” 

Fear coursed through you for the first time in hundreds of years. Never had you stopped for long enough to consider if Lucifer didn’t find your talks, the brushing of hands and stolen kisses shared between the two of you to be anything more than a way to pass the time while paperwork was put in order. The managing of souls created a great deal of paperwork. 

“I- I do.” You stood stone still except for the ruffling of your feathers as you awaited what Lucifer would say or do. “I’ve fallen in love with you, Lucifer.” 

“Truly?” he asked, turning to face you properly. 

“Truly,” you answered, voice a timid whisper. 

Leaning forward, he kissed you softly. It was a sweet kiss, tinged with bitter sadness over what loving him had cost you, but Lucifer couldn’t resist kissing you, anyway. You, who loved a man who fell, who was slandered by his father and brothers for hundreds of years. You loved him. 

It had been too long since he had even dared to hope that someone could love him. Lilith had left him, casting him aside. The king of hell had been terrified to even dream of love again. The realization that he was falling in love with the little messenger angel had terrified him. For his own sanity, he had to convince himself that to you he was nothing more but a slight rebellion. 

“I love you, too.” Lucifer wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to him. Though there was a part of his heart that cracked and shattered, the part that knew what loving him had cost you already, the rest of his heart swelled with such tenderness. 

“Lucifer,” you hesitated, looking away.

“What is it?” Lucifer asked, a soft smile spreading wide as he tries to think of something to chase the look on your face away. It was a look he couldn’t understand, something he hadn’t seen in your eyes before. “Do you want to go feed the hell ducks now that you’re not on a time crunch?” 

You laughed lightly, not losing sight of the nerves dancing in your stomach. 

“Can you,” you chewed your lip, closing your eyes as you gathered your courage. “Can you take me?” 

“Where? To the ducks?” Lucifer asked before nodding eagerly, taking your hand in his as he rambled on about the ducks that kept residency in his personal courtyard. 

“No,” you leaned into him more, waiting for his eyes to meet yours. When he continued rambling, you spoke over him again. “To bed. Luci, can you take me to bed?” 

“Oh!” Lucifer looked at you with wide eyes. “You’re right, of course. You must be tired. It’s not exactly a short trip-” 

“Lucifer,” you struggled not to snap, “That’s not what I’m saying.” 

“What are you-?”

“I want you to take me. In bed. I want you to-” 

“Oh.” Lucifer said, eyes going wide as he looked at you as if he had never once seen you before in his life. “You want to be taken… by me?”

“Yes.” Nerves ate at your stomach. “I’ve… I’ve got no reason left to remain pure.” 

“Pure?” He blinked one eye at you and then the other, mind struggling to keep up. “You’re a virgin?” 

“Of course,” you said, as if it was obvious. “All heaven-born are until we marry, if we marry.” 

“Right,” Lucifer said, not having the heart to break you from your delusion. He knew firsthand that the heaven-born were far from above getting freaky with one another. While he had been far from well versed in the creative ways of sexual pleasures before he fell, he himself wasn’t a virginal angel. 

“Please, Lucifer?” you leaned forward on your toes, hands coming up to rest higher on his chest. “I- I don’t want to wait. I know the experience will be good with you.” 

“Do you now?” Lucifer asked with a groan, hands hesitantly running along the silken white fabric of your dress. “What makes you think that?” 

Blood rushed to your face, coloring it with the brightest gold. “You’re… you’re you. You’re the devil. It was you that took from the first man twice.” 

Lucifer felt that shift in him, the little switch in his mind that he came to rely on too much to put the anxiety away flip. Each time you blinked those bright eyes at him, you had nudged that switch closer and closer, and now it thumped home. 

“You want to see how I tempted them?” His voice was different now, richer as his fingers flexed, digging into the fat of your hips. 

He kissed you as you opened your mouth to answer. The history of soft sweet kisses you had shared with him did nothing to prepare you for the way he kissed you now. He pulled your pelvis to him, pushing your body flush against his as you hesitantly ran your hands higher up his chest, ghosting them over his shoulders. 

“You will then?” you asked as his lips left yours, kissing along your jaw as he walked you back, somewhere in the grand room. 

“Of course,” he whispered in your ear, “I’d be honored. Hopefully, I live up to your expectations.”

“Oh,” a soft gasp slipped from your lips as he nipped at your ear. Uncertainty ran through you for a moment, lips giving voice to your worries before you had a chance to think about if it was the right thing to say at the moment. “I hope I can be good for you…”

“Oh my sweet,” Lucifer lifted you off your feet, stepping up onto the platform surrounded by drapes that his bed was housed on. He carried you easily, setting your feet on the thick carpets that covered the platform. “You will be so good for me. I know it already.” 

His tongue ran down the length of your neck, drawing a soft gasp from you as he pulled at the dress. Reaching behind you, he pulled at the strings that tied it together over your wings. Silken fabric fell loose around your torso, only to be sent to the ground by his soft hands. 

“You’re already making such sweet sounds for me.” Lucifer said as his hand traveled over the exposed skin. Like all the heaven-born, you wore nothing under your dress. There was no need for shame. The dress covered plenty anyway. 

Shrugging out of his vest, he drove you back until the back of your knees hit the side of his bed. “Sit,” Lucifer whispered as he toed off his boots. 

You did as he said, sitting naked on his bed timidly. In front of you, Lucifer sank to his knees. Gentle hands caressed down your calfs as he slipped the simple shoes from your feet, setting them aside. 

“You’re so pretty,” Lucifer said as he rose on his knees, soft hands running up and down the smooth skin of your legs. “I bet you taste divine.” 

“What?” it was a struggle to look at the man you loved, but every time your eyes darted over his face, you were met with nothing but adoration. 

“Spread your legs for me?” He licked his lips, forked tongue flicking through the air. You hesitantly did as he told you to, trembling legs parted by the guiding pressure of his hands. “Look at you,” Lucifer breathed between soft, reverent kisses placed on the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, “so pretty. Father really mastered creation when he gave you form.” 

You didn’t know what to expect as Lucifer’s soft, teasing kisses pulled his face closer and closer to the one part of you none had ever seen before. He breathed your core, taking the heady scent of you, the way even without experience, your core responded to his teasing touch. His mouth watered at the scent of your sweet slick. 

The wet drag of his tongue over your folds caused your body to jump, a squeak leaving your throat. Not once had you considered he would taste you literally. Such an act was surely wrong. It was indecent. It had to be. It felt… sinful. 

“Lucifer?” Your questions died in your throat as his tongue repeated the action, passing through your folds with a soft pressure that had you drawing deeper breaths into your lungs. His hands, large and strong, wrapped around your thighs as he held them open. The pressure of your legs trying to close, trying to hide your center from him in shame did nothing but cause his fingers to dig slightly more into the muscle and fat of your thighs. 

“You taste as good as you look, fuck- as good as you smell.” he looked up at you with bright eyes, face tinged gold with a blush. Vermillion eyes looked up at you, such a dangerous color, and yet in it you saw nothing but love in them. 

“What?” Your voice trembled as he placed a soft kiss against your inner thigh. 

“Tell me,” He spoke between long passes of his tongue, splitting your folds and running over the sensitive bundle of nerves that headed your slit. “What feels good when I do it?”

“I can’t,” you whisper, voice breaking as he swirls his tongue around the nerves. 

“You can,” Lucifer said, delving into your folds with the hunger of a man starved. 

“Lu- Luci,” you gasped out, his mouth spreading to allow his tongue to work its way into you. Hips twitched, thighs flexing as he lazily drank from you. A swallow followed each swirl of his tongue deep in your virginal opened. “Oh.” 

He stopped, tongue stilling inside you as he waited. Lavender lidded eyes looked up at you as you struggled to force yourself to make your words work. “Good,” you finally squeaked out. 

As soon as the word left your lips, his tongue began moving again, slowly slipping from inside you to run around your folds. “Good girl,” He said between passes of his tongue. “You taste so good,” he moaned, hand running up the inside of your thigh.

Fingertips caressed where your thigh met your core, taking in the soft skin that none else had seen until now. “So soft,” he whispered as his tongue swirled around and around, pulling something inside you to life. 

“Luci,” you panted, not realizing you were going to say his name till it passed between your lips. 

“Yes,” he licked his lips, looking up at you. “Tell me. Please, tell me how I can make you feel good. What felt good?” 

“Your… your mouth,” you forced the words out. “It-” 

“When my tongue is inside?” Lucifer questioned, running his long thin tongue into your tight opening. Your back arched as his tongue curled and twisted inside of you before slipping out again. “Or around your clit?” Again, he ran his tongue over you to remind you of the sensation. 

“There!” you cried out as the forked tip of his tongue flicked over the sensitive nub. “That,” your fingers twitched on the mattress, hands unsure what to do as you leaned your weight back on them. “Oh, Lucifer,” you cried out as his lips wrapped around the bundle of nerves, sharp teeth pricking at you as his tongue swirled around the nub. 

He hummed, a long black whiplike tail unfurling behind him. Never had you seen his tail before, though you know the small devil had gained some traits in his banishment that the angelic did not have. Your breath came faster, the tempo matching the strokes of his tongue and the sway of his tail. 

Fingers ran higher, glancing over your folds as he sought your entrance. The pad of his index finger circled it, smearing the slick that was pouring from you. Your body tensed and relaxed under his hands, reacting with every stroke of his tongue. 

“More,” you whispered, not really knowing what you were needing more of. “Please?” 

“More of what?” Lucifer asked, eyes meeting yours. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this.” 

“More,” you wanted to cry with the inability to identify what it even was that you wanted. “Show me more?” 

“Alright,” Lucifer said, pushing his finger inside you. Leaning back, you nearly fell to the mattress as your hips tilted, giving him better access to what you had never even explored yourself. The sound that left your mouth as his tongue returned to your clit was one you had never made before. It was heady and lusty, needy. 

“You’re so tight,” Lucifer said, as your body clenched around his finger. 

“I’m sorry,” you said on reflex. 

“No,” Lucifer said, hand leaving your thigh as he worked his finger in and out of you. “You’re perfect,” he said. “I can’t wait to have you wrapped around me.” 

“Lucifer,” you whispered his name as he added a second finger, curling them within you as felt your body coil tighter and tighter. Muscles tensed as he pushed your body further and further. 

“You taste so good,” he mumbled into your core as his tongue worked over you. “So pretty. I could stay down here all night.” 

He worked his belt open, pushing the zipper down as he pulled his cock from where it felt like his pants were suffocating it. The relief drew a moan from his lips that vibrated over your sensitive nerves. 

“Have me desperate,” Luci said. “You’re too beautiful.” 

“Luci,” you moaned his name as he pushed you further and further toward the unknown edge. “Please,” 

“Taste so good,” he said, fingers squelching as he moved them in and out of you, spreading you wider. “You’re so good for me, letting me make you feel good. You’re going to be breathtaking when you cum, I just know it. You’re so close, Sweetheart. You’re gripping me so tight.” 

Lucifer’s hand wrapped around his cock, running up and down the length of his shaft as he worked his tongue over your clit. He sucked at you, air bubbling through the sloppy seal as he worked your body tighter. Deep moans spilled up his throat, vibrating against your clit.

Something snapped inside you. Your back arched and fingers flexed, nails digging into the silky bedspread. Every muscle in your body felt like it was going to rip itself apart as it convulsed. It felt like there was no room for his fingers inside you as your body clamped down on him. 

You cried out his name as your head fell back. Elbows gave out, sending you falling back onto the bed, though you didn’t feel it when you landed. You floated on a sea of pleasure as he continued working his fingers in and out of you. 

Lucifer pulled back, letting your clit fall from his mouth with a slight pop. Every muscle in your body jolted as he ran his tongue over your clit again and again, caressing it as your core fluttered under his soft ministrations. After pulling his fingers out of your core, he lapped at your folds, cleaning you of the slit that poured from you. 

“I knew it,” Lucifer said as he rose from his knees, cock in hand. “You came so pretty for me. You’re so beautiful like this, spread out on my bed. I’m going to make sure this look never leaves your face.” 

Lucifer climbed over you, wrapping an arm under the small of your back as he pulled you up the bed. As he climbed on the bed, spreading your legs with his knees, he kicked out of his pants. 

“I’m going to watch you cum so many times tonight,” Lucifer promised, as he nestled himself between your legs. “That all of heaven will hear your beautiful voice as you scream my name.” 

You had a long night of sinning ahead of you… 

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A Pirate, A Wench, And Whiskey (Demon!Alastor x Reader)

CW: Closet sex, drunk sex thus murky consent, clothed sex, p n v sex, cream pies, thigh riding, biting, blood drinking Rated: Adult Requested by: @nyx-umbrakinesis Summary: Charlie decided hosting a costume party would be the best way for the residents to celebrate the season and for the hotel to get some grand publicity. Dressing up wasn't optional. Though you were proud of your bar wench costume- not too skimpy but just skimpy enough, not everyone announced their plans.

The result was a bar wench that did everything you could to avoid the red pirate, drowning your anxiety in shot after shot of whiskey only to find yourself cornered by the very man you could hardly look at when you made an attempt to retire for the night.

You danced, and you drank. You drank, and you danced. It was all in a desperate attempt to keep your mind off the one person it was most drawn to at the hotel costume party. It wasn't intended for your costume to match his,. He had told no one what he would dress up as or even if he would dress up. 

Though people kept joking about your matching attire, how nicely it complemented each other, you did everything you could to avoid being even on the same side of the room as Alastor. The reality was you were far too terrified to speak to the tall demon dressed as a pirate, let alone make a game out of your unintentional stylistic matches. 

The perfect complement of your outfits was nothing more than a coincidence that stroked the flames of your painfully one sided crush. 

At least, you had thought it was a little, one sided crush.

That’s why you couldn’t wrap your mind around where you were right now, pressed between Alastor and the wall as he struggled to open the door next to you. His lips moved against yours, taking in the warm taste of whiskey on your lips. 

The moment he turned the knob, he pulled you from the wall. Clawed fingers gripped your thigh, urging you to jump and wrap your legs around his hips. 

You didn’t need to be told twice. Hell, you hardly needed to be told once. 

Your sensitive core pressed against Alastor’s abdomen as he walked you both into the closet, shutting the door behind you as he went. Reaching up, you pawed through the air until you found the cord to the light, yanking it.

The bulb was old, outdated, and dim. It cast enough light for you to know you were in a closet, but that was it. The countless shots of hot whiskey that flowed through your veins, making your muscles weak and uncoordinated. The unstable feeling only got worse as you looked at Alastor, his red eyes glowing dangerously in the dark room. 

Your grip failed, sending you sliding down his torso. The friction of the ruffles, belts, and clasps that covered the waistcoat and pants felt intoxicating against your sensitive skin as you worked your way down his body. Before you could realize it, you were propped up on his thigh, knee pressed into the wall behind you and keeping your toes from doing more than grazing the ground. 

“Alastor,” you moaned as his teeth grazed your neck, rocking your hips as you worked your core over his thigh. 

His clawed hand gripped your breast, seeking the feeling of more and more skin under his hand. He needed to touch you, hold you, taste you. He wanted everything your body offered him as he pulled the thin ruffled cotton down. The elastic gave easily.

From the moment you walked into the room, Alastor’s mind, like many of the individuals in the room, was consumed with the question of if your breasts were contained in anything beyond the thin cotton. 

He had watched as they moved with your body. The way they jiggled as you danced consumed his thoughts. When you had bent over, grabbing a hat for someone who had dropped it, Alastor nearly dropped his glass. It was then that he decided you surely were braless- naughty minx. 

The heavy round globes of your breasts dangled forward, pressing tighter against the soft fabric of the shirt you wore. He could see the pebbled bud of your nipples, just slightly pressing into the fabric. As the night wore on and you danced more, your nipples grew stiffer as they rubbed against the fabric. 

Now he was rewarded with the confirmation. Full and heavy, they spilled over the elastic band that held the collar of your shirt up. The weight of them pinned the elastic down as Alastor tucked it under. Mindful of his sharp claws, Alastor wasted no time pushing the sleeves off your shoulder. 

The under bust corset tightly laced around your waist kept your shirt pinned in place, held up to frame your breasts. This was how the costume was worn, Alastor decided. The shirt was nothing more than a suggestion, a cover until you could be gotten alone. 

“Beautiful,” Alastor murmured, static popping and pumping in his voice. Warmth surrounded your breast, making you aware of something other than the pressure against your folds and the glow of his eyes in the dim room for the first time. 

“Alastor?” 

“Did you dress up like this for me?” He asked, too lost in the moment to remember that you hadn’t a clue what he was going to attend dressed as.

“I didn’t-” You gasped as a hand gripped your hip, pulling your pelvis up his thigh. “I didn’t know,” 

“Right,” Alastor licked his lips as he watched the bud of your nipple peek out from between his fingers, “I suppose you didn’t. My mind- it’s been confused since I saw you tonight.” 

“I’m sorry,” you said through the sea of whiskey in your system, trying to process what he was saying over the sensation of him squeezing and lifting your breast. Sharp eyes watched as they moved with his hand, knuckles pinching your nipples. Your back arched, pressing your chest into his hand and rocking your pelvis on his thigh. 

“Perhaps you will be,” Alastor said, as he pulled your hips back along his thigh, pleasure sparking as the rough fabric of his pants scratched at your inner thighs. Your panties, painfully thin, did little to protect your cunt from the harsh sensation of his thigh between your legs. “But that is still to be seen.” 

“What do you-” Your question was cut off as he worked your hips over his leg again, sensation stealing thought from you. Slowly, he lowered his leg some, allowing your feet to reach the ground. 

“Do you like that?” Alastor asked, smile glowing in the darkness. 

He kept his knee planted on the wall between your legs as he leaned in. There was nowhere for you to go, not that you had any thoughts of running from him. A hand on the small of your back pulled you to him as he kissed you. 

The kiss was far from sweet. It was a hungry meeting of lips. Teeth clashed against teeth as Alastor devoured you. He ground his thigh into your hot cunt, taking the gasp that left your lips as an invitation to delve his long dexterous tongue into your mouth. 

Hands gripped your body, greedy for the feel of you as you ground your core against his leg again and again. He was dominating your senses in the small room, leaving you unable to think of anything but Alastor.

You breathed in his air.

You drank in his essence. 

You fed on his attention.

You needed him to live. 

Faster and faster, you chased your orgasm as your fingers fought to work buttons and clasps free. Buckles fought back as you tried to expose any part of Alastor to your greedy hands. 

The hot ridge of his cock extended down his leg, pressing up into you as you worked your cunt shamelessly over his leg. You moaned softly as his lips left yours, kissing a trail down your neck. Stinging nips from sharp teeth left red marks as he made his way to your breasts. 

“Are you going to cum on my thigh?” Alastor asked, lips moving against the plump globe of your breast as he looked up at you with bright eyes. “I can feel how wet you are already. You’ve soaked through your panties.” 

“Fuck, Alastor.” You had never expected to hear such things from the deer demon, yet each word he spoke urged you closer and closer. 

“Should I let you cum like this?” He asked, tongue running a path around the pebbled nub of your nipple as you thrust your cunt up and down his thigh.

“Fuck. Fuck, Al-Alastor. Fuck me.” You were so close and yet there was something missing. As you drove yourself closer and closer, your core clenched around nothing. You craved being filled. 

“I don’t know if I need to,” he teased. “I think you’re doing a good enough job of that already.” 

“Damnit, Alastor.” You hissed as your orgasm remained just out of reach, “Fuck me.” 

“Is that how you ask?” He chuckled, teeth nipping at your breasts. 

“Please,” you added. “Please, Al-alastor, fuck me.” 

“You want me to fuck you, get down and dirty with you in a supply closet while dressed as a pirate?” Alastor asked, laughing as the blush on your face deepened. 

“Please?” you said again.

“As you wish,” Alastor pulled away, making quick work of his pants. “Take your panties off.” 

You did, fumbling and unstable on your feet as you stepped out of your panties. His cock sprang free from his leather pants, curving up toward his abdomen and throbbing with every beat of his heart. He was on you in a heartbeat, pulling your leg up around his waist as he slotted the dark red head of his cock against your entrance.

“You sure?” he asked, frozen for a moment in time.

“Please,” you said, “I need you.”

“What kind of pirate would I be to deny the bar wench?” Alastor asked as he thrust into you in one quick, smoothe motion. 

There was no prepping you. You were far more than wet enough to take his considerable length. There would be other times for him to taste you, to explore every part of you with his hands, fingers, and eyes. Right now, all that mattered was putting his claim deep inside of you. 

“Fuck, Al!” you moaned, back arching as he stretched you to your limits without apology and then kept on stretching you. Pain and pleasure mixed as his balls nestled against you. “Fuck, you’re too big, I can’t.” 

“You can,” Alastor said, pulling his cock from your body before slamming it home again, “and you will. You already are.” 

Each thrust of his cock had your clit rubbing against the fur at the base of his cock. He pounded you again and again, the pace brutal as he pushed the coil inside you to wind tighter. Lips ghosted over yours as his head fell, resting against yours. Each of his sharp thrusts into you had your breasts jumping, nipples rubbing against the rough fabric of his vest, scraping against the clasps and buckles.

You were drunk and far from in condition to last long. Your walls caressed and twitched, gripping him as he pushed in and out. Alastor continued, teeth sinking first into his lip before his head shifted, mouth hitting your shoulder with stinging force. 

Teeth ripped into flesh, pain dancing through the pleasure that was consuming every nerve in your body. 

“Al,” you cried out his name, blood running down your chest in a trickle as he drank from you. A deep moan reverberated from his throat, through you and running straight to your clit as he shoved you violently over the edge. 

Your body twitched, convulsed and gripped him as you chanted his name. The thump of your head against the wall was lost to both of you as he fucked into you with violent abandon. The pace grew sloppy as he moaned deeply, cock swelling and twitching before erupting inside you. He pulled his head back, lips painted red with your blood as he painted your walls white with his release. 

Leaning forward, pulling yourself off the wall with trembling arms, you brought your face to Alastor’s neck as his head fell back. Lips caressed over the bobbing of his Adam’s apple, tasting the vibration of his deep moan as he came. 

You didn’t know what this meant for you and Alastor or if this was a one-time event. You didn’t know if he would regret it come morning. Hell, you didn’t know if you would. 

What you did know was that Alastor was careful to support you as he pulled his cock from your sore, twitching hole. Only once he was sure you wouldn’t fall over did he set his pants to rights again. Tender hands pulled your shirt up, carefully covering your breasts and straightening your skirts. Once all was as it should be, he opened the door for you and tucked your arm around his as he walked you to your room. 

You didn’t know a lot but what you knew most of all was that you were going to be feeling Alastor’s cock in you for at least the next day.

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Satin Ribbons (Angel Adam x Sinner Reader)

CW: Smut, Adam typical degradation Rating: Adult Summary: It was once a year that you got to see your angelic lover. A romantic, or perhaps just sexual, tryst you waited all year for. This year, you dressed yourself in something you hoped Adam would think about all year long.

You stood in the bathroom, flickering light casting and banishing shadows as you turned this way and that. Your reflection looked back at you, examining the cloth and ribbon draped over your frame. The outfit you wore was a custom order- so unlike anything else that one would find in hell. It was sweet and not in the corrupted way that so many liked to fetishize. Baby pink covered your curves, shiny satin reflecting the light as it cupped your breasts and fluttered out around your torso, ghosting over your hips and just covering the swell of your ass. 

Golden trim and feather accents lined up to trick the eye, exaggerating your figure. Polished golden heels clicked against the worn laminate floors. Golden ribbons wrapped around your neck, tied in a bow. That same golden ribbon made up the strap of the thong you wore and the band of the bubble gum pink stockings on your feet. 

You looked sweet, like candy, and you hoped, heavenly. 

There was one day a year when you got to see your heavenly lover. Only one day when he could venture down from heaven above and while his army raged battle against the city, he would come to see you. You were safe because he loved you. At least, you hoped he loved you. You knew he loved your body, so close to human and yet the small bat wings on your back made sure he couldn’t forget what you were. 

Dirty. Disgusting. Sinner. 

For him you wanted to be heavenly. 

There was no knock on your door. He simply walked in as if he owned the place. 

“Babe- you here?” The general of the heavenly army called into your apartment as he shut the door behind him. The curtains were already closed. A smile spread over your face as you listened to the sound of his helmet thumping down onto the ground. A rustling of fabric followed as he tossed off the bulky robe he wore. 

“Coming,” you called, dabbing the excess petal pink lipstick from your lips and then stepping out and into his line of sight. 

“Holy fuck,” Adam breathed. “Hot fucking damn. What are you wearing?” 

“Do you like it?” you asked timidly, stepping closer to the first man.

“Do I like it?” Adam scoffed, hands reaching out for you as his eyes bounced around. “Fuck, babe. Gonna make me blow my load just from looking at you.” 

You laughed lightly, a sound Adam looked forward to hearing every year. “I had it custom made, I wanted-” 

“To make me nut?” Adam teased, fingers running over the mesh of your stockings as you drew closer. 

“I wanted to be heavenly for you, if only just for today.” A flush settled on your cheeks, darkening your pinkish skin a little more. 

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” Adam promised as he traced the golden trim around the cup covering your breast before tracing the golden feather that was placed so that it was practically hanging from your nipple. Each teasing run of his nail over the sensitive skin drew your nipple into a tighter bud, making the illusion all the more pronounced. “That heaven will hear your screams.” 

“Please?” You moaned, arching into his touch. 

Adam stood, large rough hands cupping your breast properly as he pulled you tightly to his body. He pulled the tank top off and tossed it aside, moaning at the soft slide of satin against his skin. 

“You’re such an angel for me,” Adam whispered as he leaned down, kissing you softly. 

“I try,” you sighed as his hand ran down your back, a soft caress between leathery wings. “For you, I try.” 

“Good girl,” Adam whispered. “Going to fuck you while you’re wearing my color. Dressed in gold for me.” 

Large hands gripped your ass, lifting you from your feet. You wrapped your legs around his waist, golden heels clicking against eachother as he carried you easily to your bed. It wasn’t comfortable, but if you were going to dress up like an angel for him, he’d give you the proper treatment while he dicked you down. 

He held you high on his waist as he walked, using one hand to unbuckle his pants and send them falling around his ankles. For a moment, he stumbled over them and your giggle, so musical and pretty, filled his ears again. Then you were kissing him again as he shed his boxers, stepping nude up to the bed. 

Your hands ran over his soft skin, greedy for the feel of muscle hidden under the softness that marked him as a real man to you. Soft and strong, unforgiving and kind. He was everything you wanted. 

“Fucking leave it all on,” Adam said as he climbed onto the bed with you. “Going to fuck you in this.” 

He pulled at the ribbon at your hips, undoing one bow and shoving the fabric aside. Large fingers ran up your newly exposed slit, finding you just as wet as you always were. Having the first man inside you was all you had thought of for the last few days, and you were far more than ready for him, 

“Please,” you whimpered as he spread the slick over your folds, gathering it on his fingers. You watched as he coated his thick cock with it. “Please, Adam. I need you.” 

“Who do you need?” Adam teased, bracing himself on his arm as he ran the head of his cock up and down your folds. 

“Need you,” you whined, wiggling your hips as he slowly inched forward with each title that dropped from your lips until he bottomed out, “Need Adam. Need the first man. Need the dickmaster.” 

“Damn right you do,” Adam said as he curled over you, resisting the urge to just pound into you. “Fuckin’ wait all year for me to come fuck you stupid.” 

“I do,” you reached up, running a hand over the broad expanse of his chest, feeling the softness that hid powerful muscles that ripped apart your fellow sinners, ending their existences. He would never hurt you though. “I wait every year.” 

It was as close as you would ever come to saying you loved him.

Adam looked down at you with soft eyes. His eyes were always soft when he looked at you, even if his words were not. He pulled out of you slowly as your ankles locked together behind his back. Large hands grabbed your thighs, fingers running over the fishnets of your stocking and the silky ribbon as he hiked the circle of your legs higher up his waist. The change of angle had him reaching deeper as he plunged into you. 

Each thrust had you panting, spread wide on his thick cock as he slowly increased his pace. Your breasts bounced with each labored breath as his weight pushed into you. Sweat began to gather on his neck and shoulders as his thrusts rocked you, hitting deep inside. 

“Fuck,” he whispered, fingers flexing into the dirty blankets on your bed before wrapping around your back as he rolled, pulling you with him. It took a moment for you to gather your legs under you and then you were riding the great angel general. 

“Adam,” you moaned his name as you sank deeper down his shaft, feeling his head push up against your cervix.

The first man had the first dick, and it was your opinion that it was expertly crafted, shaped, and formed just for you. Or perhaps you were made for him. It didn’t matter. What mattered was the way his hips rolled up into you. 

You rose up, cunt sliding along his length as you looked down at the man below you. Leathery wings fluttered as his fat cock drug along your walls. 

“Going to fuckin ride me?” Adam asked as his hands found your hips, gripping you as you hovered, head of his cock just inside. “Fuckin’ ride the first man?” 

“Yes,” you moaned as you sank down. “Anything for you.” 

“Fuck,” Adam moaned, watching as your pink cunt swallowed his shaft, “Fuckin’ show me how good you can ride me.” 

You did as he said, bouncing up and down his cock, pace quickening with the urging of his hands on your hips. Adam looked up at you, so perfectly human as you bounced, his large cock filling you again and again. Brown eyes, so warm, watched you as you threw your head back, pink hair cascading down your back as you bounced. 

“Fuckin’ hell.” Adam moaned, watching your tits jiggle with every bounce. Fingers dug into the fat of your hips, urging you to slam down on his cock faster and faster. “Fuckin’ ride my fat cock like the whore you are. Fuckin’ sinner slut. Fuck. Fuck!” 

“Fuck,” you moaned, bouncing faster as Adam fucked up into you. 

The strap of your top fell off your shoulder, slowly dragging further and further down your arm with each bounce of your tits until the breast on that side bounced free. Leaning back, you planted the palms of your hands on Adam’s thighs, bracing yourself as he fucked into you.

“Fuck yeah,” Adam moaned, reaching out to cup your naked breast, thrust forward as your back arched. “Fuck babe, on display for me. Fuck!” 

You squeaked as Adam shot forward, taking your nipple in his mouth in a wet, sloppy kiss that was all tongue as he pushed you back. In a matter of moments, you were on your back, Adam fucking into you from above. He hooked your knees over his shoulders, folding you in half as he thrust harder and harder. 

Each thrust had you crying out his name, body slamming into your clit. You were thrust violently toward the edge, not having a chance to even catch your breath as you were flung over. Muscles twitched and bunched, trying to stretch as your orgasm washed over you. 

Your cunt clenched and twitched around his cock as he stuffed it inside you again and again. Heavy balls slapped against your ass, splattering the slick that poured from you with each impact. 

“Fucking dirty sinner,” Adam groaned out as you looked up at him, eyes unfocused and fucked out as he thrust you through your orgasm. “All you’re fucking good for.” 

“Adam,” you moaned, struggling to arch your back, ankles twitching as he fucked through your convulsing walls. 

“Going to stuff you with my fuckin cum,” he threatened as he locked eyes with your dazed ones. Large golden wings arched out from his back, shedding feathers as he used them to push his thrusts harder, flapping them in time with his hips. “Fuckin’ breed your dirty sinner cunt. Fuckin’ make you take everything I’ve got.”

“Please,” you whimpered as he fucked yet harder into you. “Please, give it to me.” 

“Fuckin’ damn right,” he groaned as he worked into you again and again, thrusts wild and hard. “Stuff you with the first man’s seed. If anyone can breed your sinner cunt, it’ll be me.” 

“Want it,” your voice slurred as he refused to stop or slow enough to let the pleasure running through your veins subside. “Want you. Want dickmaster. Want your cum. Need it.” 

Adam groaned, hips slapping into you as he reached his end. His wings flapped twice before tensing, standing out from his back in large golden arches. Each twitch of his cock painted your cervix white, giving you the seed you so badly craved. 

Thrusts slowed as he let your legs fall to his sides as he melted into you. His cock twitched inside you as you wrapped your arms around him, caressing down ruffled hair and feathers alike. 

“Can you stay?” you whispered as he shifted much of his weight off of you. “Just for a little while?” 

“Only a little,” Adam whispered back, looking at you in a way that almost made you think he would kiss you in the post orgasm glow. 

“I’ll take a little,” you said as he shifted, moving to hold you instead of being held by you. 

Your eyes dropped lower with every lazy blink of your eyes. While the angelic army outside your apartment hunted and slew sinners, you dozed off to sleep in the arms of the enemy general. 

As long as Adam came to you on extermination days, you would look forward to the chaos and bloodshed eagerly. As long as the man you loved came for you, you would be safe. 

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CW: Smut, sexual harassment, 3rd person, pussy slapping. semi public sex, smut, creampie. It's fucking. Rating: Adult Summary: When a flapper won't take the hint that Alastor isn't interested in her, he has no choice but to shut her up and make a point. Sometimes, punishment can be pleasure.

“You’re not into women?” The woman dressed in sequins and beads accused, drawing eyes as Alastor set his drink down. 

“That is not what I said,” Alastor set his drink down, turning to face the woman who had been pestering him for a bit of his affection for the last hour. “I only said I’m not into you.” 

“Cuz you can’t make it work,” she accused. 

“Fine,” Alastor snatched up the glass of rye, downing what remained in one smoothe drink before slamming the glass down on the bar and standing from the stool. “Follow me.” 

“Why the fuck should I?” Though she complained, beads and sequins rustled behind him as she did as he said. 

“We’re going to have a conversation, my dear,” Alastor was seething as they walked into the short hall, the deep tones of the large bass cutting through the walls to pound into his chest as he lead her deeper into the dark hallway. 

“A conversation?” she asked only to have Alastor round on her, arms slamming against the door frame. His presence drove her back, caging her against the door that lead into the bathroom. 

“Yes,” he hissed, not looking at the man that walked down the hall, passing behind him. “Now, you’re going to be a good girl and open this door. You’re goin to step inside. Then I will. And we. Will. Talk.” 

“You’re-” Her voice shook as she looked at him, wide eyes and confidence gone. “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?”

“Step in and find out.” 

Alastor crowded into her space, not giving her room even as she turned, opening the door to the bathroom and stepped inside. She turned to face him, eyes wide and body language so timid now. 

She should be, Alastor thought. She didn’t know it, but she was in the room with someone who could take her life. She could die. He could take her life. The way she had been pestering him, the things she insinuated about him, she would almost deserve it.

Almost. 

“I’m going to punish you,” Alastor said, unbuckling his belt with one hand as he advanced on her. 

“Wh-what does that mean?” She was trembling now, the sight an absolute delight to Alastor. 

Alastor’s belt clinked loudly in the small bathroom, gas light flickering as he advanced on her, one predatory step at a time. She bounced off the counter, ever so slightly as her lower back hit it. Wide eyes reflected Alastor’s manic smile at him as his hands gripped her waist and lifted her. 

He set her on the counter, grabbing her trembling knees and pulling them apart so that he could slot himself between them. She relaxed only slightly at the familiar position. 

Alastor supposed having a man between her thighs wasn’t unusual for her. That was just fine with him. Fingers ran up her thighs, nails digging into the plush skin as he let his lips ghost over her neck. She didn’t deserve his kiss, but he would let her hope for it. 

Her knickers were lacey, easily ripped as he wrapped his fingers around them and pulled. Pathetic. Useless. They fell from her hips easily, yet the gusset clung to her core, held in place by the hot slick that already coated her. 

“You’re such a hussy,” Alastor growled out, “Eager for any man’s attention.” 

She gasped as he pulled the fabric from her soaked core, ripping it out from under her ass. Gripping her hips, he lifted and pushed her dress higher and higher. The clittering beads and sequins gathered, bunching at her waist. 

Reaching forward, she ran her hand over the slight bulge in his pants, only for him to snatch her hand away. 

“You will get that when I decide you’re ready,” Alastor warned, “and not a moment before.” 

He rean the pads of his fingers over her core, not taking the time to beat around the bush. He knew what she wanted from him. There was no point in teasing with how wet she was. Bound, flattened breasts pushed out as her back arched in response to his hand caressing her. 

She moaned, an airy, showy sound born in the desire to turn him on and not the pleasure of his touch. Anger ran through him at the sound. She would pay for it. 

Alastor pulled his hand back from her slick cunt and listened to the music, muffled only by the wall between them. Then he slapped the delicate folds. 

A sharp squeak jumped from her lips as her whole body jerked from the shock of the impact. A bright flush ran up her chest, darkening her cheeks. Alastor pulled his hand back and slapped her cunt again, running his fingers over the bud of her clit as he pulled his hand back again. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” she asked, voice climbing in outrage. Alastor noted, however, that rather than closing her legs around him, rather than trying to move away, she spread them wider. 

“I’m punishing you,” Alastor said, striking her core again. The high-pitched moan that pushed past her red painted lips told her well enough that she enjoyed the punishment. He didn’t need to hear it, though. The slick pouring from her exposed opening was more than enough. 

Listening to the sound of the music through the walls. It took a moment for him to find it, but once he caught the steady thrum of the bass, feeling it more than hearing it, he matched the pace. 

Each blow to her cunt was followed with a stroke up, running his fingers over her sensitive clit. The moans leaving her lips were more and more shameless. There was no show now. Each heaving breath, whine and moan was honestly earned. 

Again and again, he slapped her. The blows came harder, stinging his wet hands. The sting would surely be worse on her swollen cunt. The folds were red, flushed and swollen. 

Slap. Slap. He kept going, matching the beat of the music as one song moved into another. 

“Please,” she begged, tears gathering in her eyes as her body tensed. There was no time for her to relax between blows as he slapped her again and again. “Please, I’m- Fuck.” 

“You like this,” he said, missing a beat to run his hands up and down her folds. Slick ran down her, gathering on the counter and running over the edge. 

Each moan was loud now, unashamed. It was clear she didn’t remember where she was or the fact that people could hear her. That was just what he wanted. She wanted to talk trash? Tarnish his reputation? Ha! He would make sure she thought twice about doing that again. 

She was so loud no, threatening to drown out the sound of his hand hitting wet skin. He watched as her head lulled back, body tight and so close to her end now. What would she do if he leaned forward and sank his teeth in to her neck? Would she moan? Scream? 

Instead, he worked his pants open, letting them fall around his thighs. He wrapped his hand around his cock, half hard, and pumped it in time with the slaps to her core. Each pass of his hand over her pushed her body tighter and tighter. 

Once he was hard, he delivered a hard slap, stinging and painful to her clit. The moan that fell from her lips was loud, earning comments from outside the room that she didn’t seem to hear. 

Rather than run his fingers over her clit, he pinched it harshly as Alastor shoved his cock into her twitching, tense opening. Wet heat wrapped around him as he forced himself deeper and deeper through her twitching walls. 

She screamed as he forced her body to make room for him. Fingers dug into her hips, gripping her and pulling her to him. Instantly, he took a punishing pace, thrusting into her with brutal force. Each thrust of his hips into her slammed into her clit with stinging force. 

“Fuck!” Her head smacked the mirror as her back arched more. “Fuck, fuck.” 

“I am,” Alastor growled, chasing his orgasm as he felt her convulse around his cock. Each brutal wave felt like it would trap him inside her. He wouldn’t let it. Squelching slaps of skin echoed in the small room. 

“Alastor,” she moaned through the aftershocks of her orgasm, as he exploded in her with a snarl. Harsh thrusts, uneven with the time of the music, slammed into her, not caring for her comfort as he fucked his seed deep into her core. 

He pulled from her shuddering body, letting her legs hang limply from the edge of the counter as he tucked his spent, softening cock back into his pants. Sharp eyes watched her twitching opening as Alastor ran fingers through his hair, straightening what had fallen out of place. 

Thick white seed poured from her, smearing onto the counter. He gave her one last look before opening the door and stepping back into the hall. 

“Good time?” A gruff man asked, giving Alastor a knowing look.

“Gave her what she wanted,” Alastor answered, not giving him more than a passing glance as he made his way back to the bar. 

Inside the room, she struggled to stand on legs that felt like their bones had been replaced with rubber. Walking in a way that surely looked more like a newborn fawn than a fully grown woman, she made her way to the napkins, cleaning her core before stepping out into the hall. 

Men looked at her, eyes running up and down her body knowingly as she walked stiffly down the hall. The feeling of her puffy cunt, swollen from the incessant slaps it had taken and his seed running down her thighs, was all she could focus on. 

She had gotten what she wanted, that was for sure. 

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Lost FLowers (Lucifer x Human!Reader)

CW: Sex pollen, compromised consent, smut, oral sex, fingering Rating: Adult Summary: Imps doing whatever the fuck they did dropped a sex flower in the human world and it's Lucifer's problem as the king of Hell to find it. When he finds it, picked up by you, he has a obligation to help you ride out the effects.

You walked through the streets, kicking rocks down the sidewalk. Anger seethed under your skin, making you feel like an ass. You were not mad at him. It wasn’t his fault he stood you up on your date. He couldn’t help getting murdered. 

Or maybe he could.

You didn’t know; it was too early to know for sure. 

All you knew was once again, the universe fucked you over. It had been months since your last date and you were excited. Fuck, you spent money to have your hair done up nice. You got your nails done, spending more money.

Just one night, that’s all you wanted. One night out on the town with someone to make you feel pretty, even for a little while. It had been so long. 

Just some affection, some flirting. Was that too much to ask? 

Clearly. 

“Fucking bullshit,” you snapped under your breath, kicking the rock down the sidewalk again. At least home wasn’t terribly far away. “I even shaved everything.” 

It was silly. Not only had you shaved everything you could, you spent money on a cute white and gold bra and panties set on the off chance that your multi month long dry spell would come to an end. 

“So much for that,” you continued, turning the corner. Home was just a block away. So close and yet so far away. 

On the ground, nearly crushed by your stomping heels, was a strange purple flower. Reaching down, you plucked it up, wrapping your fingers around the dark green steam. The petals were a shade of purple you’d only seen in fiction. It didn’t smell particularly strong when you brought it to your nose, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

“Well, at least the sidewalk can give me a flower today,” you sighed, tucking the unique bloom behind your ear as you marched home. 

Lucifer stomped his black boots as he pinched the bridge of his slight nose. “I can’t believe you dropped a sex flower in the living world.” 

“Look,” the small red imp had no right to be as sassy as he was being. “It’s one flower. I was on a time crunch. The fuck you want from me?”

“I want you to not be making my life harder with whatever it is you do.” 

“We’re assassins, Your Majesty.” Lucifer’s eyes only glanced at the other imp. 

“I don’t care,” he said while making a mental note to figure out why the fuck there were hell assassins coming to the human world.

“It wasn’t a fresh one,” the imp said again, waving his hand as if to brush the issue away. “There wasn’t enough pollen on it to kill a human. Whoever picked it up will be fine.” 

“They’ll be out of their mind with lust,” Lucifer corrected, shoulders sagging. “Fine. Fine. Get out of here. Don’t make your business my problem again or I will fuck you.” He paused for a moment before more words rushed out of his mouth. “I’ll fuck you up.” 

“Right, Your Majesty.” The imps all bowed, leaving him with the task of finding the flower while they ran off, tails between their legs. 

“‘Make imps!’ she said,” Lucifer grumbled to himself as he walked, trying to catch a hint of the magic he used to create everything in hell. It would feel different from the lingering traces of what he had expelled in the earth’s creation and all upon it. Then he was working with a pure divine power. After his fall, the threads of his magic felt different. They were tainted. 

“‘They’ll be fun!’ she said. Now where the fuck is she?” Lucifer was well onto a rant as he walked down the sidewalks. 

“Nice suit!” someone yelled from a passing car. 

Perking up, Lucifer smiled and turned, “Thank-” 

“Loser!” the voice added, the truck speeding away as Lucifer’s smile fell.

“Figures.” He kicked a rock as he made his way down the sidewalk, mentally reaching out for a sense of what was his. “That’s why you all end up down there, with me. Who’s fault is it, anyway? Hey, hey, hey! It’s mine.” 

You looked at the flower sitting in the medicine bottle turned tiny vase. It was dumb; you knew that. It was the only flower anyone had given you in over a year and it came from the streets. 

“Just like me,” you whispered. “Fuck, I’m losing it.” 

You flopped back on the bed, trying to put your wasted night out of your mind. It wasn’t fair. Loneliness clawed at you. 

Maybe you should get up, go out and get a few drinks. Someone would pay attention to you for a little while. Maybe someone would kiss you. Fuck, maybe someone would touch you. 

You rubbed your thighs together, skirt bunching as you laid back. You didn’t want some random man to spend some time fucking you. It would probably be unsatisfying. Deep down though, you knew Buzzy the vibrator or Cocky the dildo couldn’t scratch this lonely itch.

Your hand ran up your thigh as you gave in, pushing your skirt higher and higher. 

Lucifer paced on the landing between the apartment doors. He knew he needed to knock, go in and get the flower before it could cause too much trouble. If the imps- what the fuck was their names? He needed to remember so he could put them out of business or bury them in rubber ducks. 

If they were right, maybe the flower would hold no power. Maybe it wouldn’t be able to influence the living. 

“Ah, who the fuck am I kidding?” Lucifer pulled the hat from his head, running his hand through his hair as he looked at the door. “It’s going to have some pollen on it still.” 

He reached up and rapped his knuckles against the dented metal door. Hopefully, no one would be inside. If whoever had found the flower left, he could just let himself inside and take it. He waited before knocking again. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You ripped your hand from under your skirt as someone knocked on your door again. Fucking again. Was it not obvious enough that you didn’t want to be bothered when you didn’t answer the first fucking time?

Stomping over to the door, you threw open the door, “What the fuck do you want?” 

You blinked at the man, hardly taller than you wearing a rather comical white suit that looked to be more at place in a circus than on the city streets.

“Well,” the man chuckled lightly. “You have a purple flower in there. I- a friend of mine actually dropped it.”

“You’re here for a shitty flower?” You looked to the side, eyeing the make shift vase with the weird flower inside. “How do you know I have it?” 

“I do,” Lucifer smiled, “Don’t lie to me, I’m the first lier.” 

Saying the words stung. He hadn’t intended to corrupt the truth. He hadn’t lied to anyone, as far as he intended, yet that was one of the many crimes he had been accused of. 

Fine, they wanted to brand him a lier- he would embrace it. He embraced everything they charged him with. At least, that’s what he told himself. 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You looked at the unnaturally pale man, his eyes looking yellow, jaundiced, felt unnatural. The high flush on his face stood in contrast to the near paper white of his skin. 

There was something wrong about the man standing in your doorway and yet you couldn’t stop your eyes from running over his body. You needed to get laid, you realized, as your eyes greedily took in the way his comically striped vest spread over his chest. 

“You have something that doesn’t belong here,” he said, stepping forward. Though he lacked anything resembling impressive height, his presence was powerful and you stepped back. “It’ll be better for you if we get rid of it.” 

“What’s wrong with it?” you asked as he crossed the threshold into your apartment. The door swung closed behind him, though he didn’t move a muscle to touch it. “What are you?”

“It’s a sex flower,” Lucifer answered, walking directly to the little purple flower. “I made them for my wife… ex-wife, I guess.”

“Sex flower?” You rubbed your thighs together under your skirt, sure you had lost your mind. 

“Yep,” He popped the p as he twitched his hand, fire sparking in the flower and spreading, quickly turning the bloom into ash. “My wife,” he sighed, “Ex-wife wanted something to spice things up.”

“What are you?” You asked again.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, turning to you. “The flower has some rather unique effects- works as an aphrodisiac but amped up through the roof. Hellborn tolerances are much higher than humans.”

“I’m sorry- what the fuck is going on?” 

“You’re horny,” Lucifer observed, eyeing the way you rubbed your thighs together. “That- that was rude, I’m sorry. The flower will influence you for the next eight to twelve hours. You should… you should call your boyfriend to ride it out with you.”

“I don’t have one,” you screamed at him, face ablaze.

“Oh!” He looked at you with wide eyes. “Girlfriend works too. You just need a partner- someone, not something.” 

“I don’t-” you realized he still hadn’t said who he was. Fear and arousal ran through you as you reached out, smacking the comical top hat off the man’s head. “You haven’t told me who the fuck you are.” 

“Was that- that was childish.” 

“So is not answering my question or calling someone horny,” you countered. 

“But you are,” He sighed, running his hand through his bright blond hair. “But you’re right. I’m sorry. My name is Lucifer.”

“Lucifer? Like the devil?” 

“The one, the only.” He said as if it was nothing. To him, it was no big deal. It was just who he was. 

“Lucifer, the devil.” You blinked. “Let me get this straight. I found Lucifer’s lost sex flower while walking home from getting stood up for a blind date I hoped would end my massive dry spell. Not really stood up- he got murdered on his way- and now the flower is going to make me horny as fuck and I’m doomed to suffer unless I have someone to fuck it out with?” 

“Well,” Lucifer started, surprised only to have you cut him off. 

“You’re serious?” You laughed, running your hands through your hair as you stepped away, turning your back to him only to round and face him again. “This is a fucked up dream.”

“You… you should call someone.” Lucifer watched as he questioned if your sanity could hold up to the information. 

“I don’t have someone to call,” you snapped. “If I did, I wouldn’t be in a six-month dry spell!” 

“Well, ah- have fun with that.” Lucifer picked up his at and stepped back.

“Where the fuck are you going?”

“Hell?” Lucifer answered, looking at you with an eyebrow raised.

“I’m horny,” you said, unashamed and deciding it was a dream. “And your stupid flower caused it. Shouldn’t you do something about it? You’re the fucking devil. Tempt me or something. You convinced Eve to eat the appl, for fuck’s sake.”

“You’re right, you’re right.” Lucifer set his hat down, stepping up to you. “Sit down and let me show you how I tempted her.” 

You did, everything feeling too real when he ran his forked tongue from between his lips. Lucifer watched as you sat stone still. He leaned forward, running his nearly nonexistent nose along your neck. 

“You do smell lovely,” he whispered, hands reaching out to touch you for the first time. 

You hadn’t been prepared for the way your body reacted to his touch. It was feather light and yet it had you sighing. Though he hardly touched you, it set your nerves alight. His hands reached up, resting on your shoulders and pulling a moan from your lips.

“What are you doing to me?” 

“Nothing,” he sighed, “It’s the flower.” 

The sound of the zipper gliding down your back was impossibly loud. Shudders racked through your body as his hands slipped under your dress, pushing the back open and guiding it to fall from your shoulders. 

“This… this isn’t a dream, is it?” Your voice came out breathy as he pulled you to stand slightly, letting the dress pool around your ankles before sitting you down again as he sank down to his knees. 

Looking up at you, you realized his eyes were red, “No, dear. No dreams.” His eyes left yours, roaming over your curves, white silk and red accents hugging your curves. It was as if you dressed just for him. 

“Are you going to kill me?” you trembled as you watched his eyes settle on your panties, sharp tipped black gloves running up your thighs. No, those were not gloves. It was his hands. “Are you going to take my soul? Take me to hell?” 

“No,” he laughed softly, “I’d like nothing more for you to never join the ranks of hell.” 

Fingers wrapped around the band of your underwear and guided them down your hips. Shamefully, you realized you were wet. Not a little wet, but body ready to slip over a cock without hesitation or resistance wet. 

“Red and white are my favorite colors,” Lucifer said as his eyes ran over you greedily. “You have a lovely apple. Nice and ready for me to take a bite.” 

There was no chance for you to second guess what you were doing or to back down, not that you could anyway. Need and desire ran through you as the flower’s influence took root. You had been sexually frustrated before but now there was no going back. 

“Are you, are you going to fuck me?” Terror and arousal were both thick in your voice. 

Lucifer pushed your thighs apart, forked tongue once again running over his lips as he glanced up at you one last time. “I’ll take care of you like this, give you some relief. You should be okay, then.” 

Long, thin tongue ran from his mouth, slithering up your soaked folds as you gasped loudly. Each pass of his tongue ended with a flick against your clit. He moaned as he leaned forward, focusing more intently on his work. The pointed tongue caught in your opening, slipping inside of you. 

It twisted, turned and caressed your walls as his face nudged your clit, pushing you closer and closer. Each touch felt like fire. Your chest rose and fell, breasts held perfectly in place by your new bra as he looked up at you with those dangerous, beautiful eyes. 

He let his tongue slip from your opening again, shifting on his knees. He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking and nibbling on it. Your back arched as you moaned. 

Lucifer moaned with you, the taste of you coating his tongue. It had been years since he had tasted anyone. He forgot how good it had felt to give pleasure. It made him feel good to know he caused your thighs trembling under his touch, not from fear but from how good he was at what he did. 

He loved pleasure. He prided himself on his ability to give it.

It had been too long. 

“You taste divine,” Lucifer moaned into your folds as he ran a palm up your thigh. Your body jumped as he pressed a finger into your tight opening. Your walls twitched and tensed around him, so ready to send you over the edge. All you needed was a push. 

“Oh fuck,” you moaned as he added a second finger. Sweat rolled down your back as he worked the long digits in and out of your tense walls. “I’m so close.” 

He hummed in response, hips rocking on instinct against nothing, seeking friction. “Come on, angel,” Lucifer whispered, licking his lips as he took a moment to adjust his jaw. “You’ll sing for me, won’t you?” 

A second finger pushed into you as your body tightened around him. He matched each curl of his fingers with a harsh suck on your clit that had your hips bucking. A surprisingly strong hand pushed your hip down, pressure on your inner thigh. As his fingers pulled out from you, he ran his tongue over your clit just to suck hard on it again, fingers pushing and curling inside. 

“Fuck,” you cried out as he worked his fingers into and out of you, wet squelching highlighting the pace his fingers fucked into you with. It had been so long since anyone had touched you. 

“Fuck,” you said again, body wound tight. It had been so long since you had anyone had been inside you. “Oh, fuck. Please,” you begged. “Please, please.”

 Shudders ripped through your body as your orgasm crashed into you. Fingers reached down, tangled in the devil’s hair. You gripped him as you rode out your orgasm. He moaned as your grip pulled strands taught. 

“Better?” Lucifer asked as he pulled his slick face from your twitch cunt. 

“Worse,” you answered, realizing you were pulling the devil’s hair. “Sorry,” you let your grip go slack.

“Don’t need to be,” Lucifer said as he leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on your sensitive clit. “I’ll head out now,” 

“No,” you whined, leaning forward until you slipped off the couch. Arms wrapped around him as your knees landed between his. 

“Oh,” Lucifer held his hands out as you pressed your nearly naked body to his. The warmth of you soaked into his clothes. The soft mounds of your breasts, still held ever so nicely in position by the white and red bra pressed into his chest and hell, he forgot how good it felt to be held. 

“Please,” you whispered into the ear of the devil, tempting the tempter. “I feel like… like I haven’t been touched in a lifetime. I need you,” 

“S-sit back on the couch,” Lucifer’s hands hovered over your sides, a groan fighting its way out of his throat as you rubbed your thigh against the hardness he had been ignoring in his pants. “I’ll keep going. I’ll give you another.”

“No,” you looked at him with tears in your eyes. “It’s not enough.” 

“What?” He swallowed hard. “What do you need?”

He knew, of course. He had attended plenty of parties featuring the flowers, hosted by his own wife. Ex-wife. He knew how they worked, what it took to scratch the itch the flowers birthed. Orgasms would help, but it wouldn’t be enough, really, to buy you more than a few moments of peace. 

“Please, I need you,” you said, hands running up his chest and over his shoulders, slowly pushing his jacket from his sounders. “It’s been so long.”

“Has it?” Lucifer asked as he indulged in the feeling of your hands running over his arms. 

“Over six months,” you cooed, hands moving to run over his chest. “Please, I can’t stand it. I want more. I need more.” 

“Are you sure?” Lucifer asked, knowing full and well that you could not be sure, even if you thought you were. The power of the pollen clouded your mind, influenced what you wanted. He knew that, but he also knew how much he missed being wanted, the feeling of hands running over his body. “I’m the devil.”

“Who better?” you purred, hand moving down his abdomen. He groaned as your hand wrapped around his cock, caressing him through his pants. “Who better than the devil to break my dry spell?” 

“You want me?” Lucifer asked, face ever so close to yours. You could feel his breath, smell yourself on him. 

“I want you, Lucifer.” 

Lucifer was never a strong man. His heart and mind were weak, fickle things. That’s why he fell, ultimatum. He was too weak to resist the temptation of humanity. In turn, he tempted them. 

He wrapped his arms around you and stood, taking you with him. Once you were on your feet in front of him, he reached down and hooked his hands behind your knees. You jumped, trusting him to hold you. Legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pressing your naked, soaked core against his abdomen. 

He carried you through the small apartment, not needing directions to identify the one closed door that led to your bedroom. While he walked, you ground yourself against his body, seeking any stimulation against your sensitive core you could get. Trembling fingers worked at the buttons of his vest and shirt. 

He groaned as your fingers slipped under his shirt. Warm touches smoothed over firm muscles as he set you down on the bed. Hands left you as he pulled his vest and shirt up and off, throwing it to the side. 

He had hidden strong, lean muscles under the clothes. He was the devil. You should have expected that he would be well built. The suit, though it clung to his frame, obscured it. 

“Please,” you were whimpering now, watching as he worked his belt free.

A cock too long or thick for the size of the man it belonged to sprang free, slapping his stomach. Shamelessly, needily, your eyes ran over the vast amounts of exposed flesh. It was like you were looking at a marble statue.

“You okay?” he asked, sitting next to you on the bed. 

“Why don’t you look very devilish?” 

He could almost believe you were functioning without the influence of the flower, if not for the way you ran your hand over him. Need burned in your eyes as you explored his chest and shoulders. 

“Have to tone it down,” Lucifer sighed into the touch, gathering you into his lap only for you to straddle him eagerly. Wet heat soaked his cock as you ground yourself against him. 

“How?” 

“Magic,” he could feel his face flush golden.

“Wanna see it,” you whined, “Wanna see you before you go.” 

“We’ll see,” Lucifer said as you rose up, sliding his thick cock into your opening with ease. “Oh, hell,” he moaned, head falling back.

Leaning forward, you kissed his neck. Was it too much? Too forward? Too soft to do with the devil? You didn’t care. Your body needed what it needed. Using his shoulders as leverage, you worked yourself up and down his shaft, moaning at the stretch. 

“I’m not that great,” you laughed, only to have the sound die in a squeak. He threw you down, rolling his body with yours into a missionary position. 

Another deep moan left him as he thrust into you, pulling your hips to him. “You’re perfect,” he said. “You all are,” he thrust into you slowly again and again, cock dragging against sensitive walls, “so perfectly imperfect. That’s why I fell.” 

“Lucifer,” you moaned his name as he worked your body softly.

Fanged kisses dotted your neck as you clung to him. Your need for him only grew as he pushed you closer to your finish with each soft, steady thrust into you. His small nose nuzzled the soft skin under your ear as he kissed along your jaw. 

“Please,” you moaned, turning to him, lips begging for the kiss you were so scared to ask for. 

He indulged you, lips slanting over yours in a kiss that, while starting sweet, quickly turned passionate. His thin, forked tongue worked into your mouth, allowing him to swallow your soft moans as he pushed inside your warm walls again and again. 

“You feel so good,” Lucifer whispered as he ran his hands over you, cupping the soft swell of your breast through the silky bra. “So good, wrapped around me.” 

“Lucifer,” you moaned, body craving his touch, needing his kiss. “Please, Lucifer.” 

“You’re close,” his honey voice dropped nearly directly into your ear, “I can feel you tight you are. Every twitch of your muscles. Every wave of pleasure through your core.”

“Fuck, Luc-lucifer!” You cried out as he pushed you over the edge, diving into the rhythmic waves of your orgasm. Each contraction of your walls rippled around his cock, continuing to push into you as he prolonged your orgasm.

Only when your core stilled did Lucifer’s thrusts slow. Panting breaths ripped through your lungs as he kissed the collum of your neck. Just as he was starting to think you had been satisfied, you began to whine and rut against the cock still buried in you. 

“Better?” Lucifer asked, somewhat surprised to find your body seeking more from him. 

“More,” you looked at him with tears in your eyes. “Harder? More? It’s not enough.”

“Harder?” Lucifer asked, pulling back from you.

“Please,” you chased him, wanting his touch. It felt like you needed his touch to survive. Nothing he was giving you was enough. “I’m burning up. I need more. I need, fuck I need you.” 

“But you want it harder?” Lucifer kissed you softly as you chased his body.

“I want the devil to fuck me,” you spoke into the kiss. “Show me what you can do.” 

Lucifer chuckled, “Alright then- on your hands and knees, little dove.” 

You trembled in want and fear as you rolled over onto your stomach. Lucifer stood at the foot of the bed, watching as you moved. Slick ran down your thighs, evidence of your orgasm and the impacts of the flower’s pollen in your system. He didn’t want to hurt you, but it felt so good to be inside you. 

The bed jerked as Lucifer pulled it easily away from the wall. The feet scraped against the carpet as you squealed, looking back over your shoulder at him. He moved the heavy bad frame as if it was nothing. For him, it was nothing. The man you were desperate for the cock of was far from human. 

“What are you doing?” you whined, hips rocking side to side as you leaned forward, presenting your puffy folds to him. The slick poured from your opening. You could feel it running over your sensitive folds as gravity pulled it down your body. “Please, Lucifer. I want you. I need you back inside me.” 

“I thought your neighbors wouldn’t like the sound of the headboard banging the wall,” he said. 

“It burns,” you whimpered, hand reaching down to run along your soaked folds. 

The sight of your fingers entranced Lucifer. They glided over your clit, sinking deep into your fluttering opening. A breathy moan fell from your lips as you looked at him over your shoulder. “I want you. Fuck, I need you. Please, Lucifer. It hurts. I ache so bad. I need you back inside me.” 

“Fuck,” Lucifer groaned as he climbed into the bed, black hands running up your thighs. “I’m so sorry, Dove. You’re like this because of me. It’s my fault. I should have had better control over the imps. That flower should never have come here.” 

“Please,” you whimpered, “I need you.” A sob racked through your body, born of need, desire, and shame. “Fuck, I’m begging the devil for his cock. I’m going to hell for this, aren’t I?” 

“I don’t know.” Your skin was so soft under his hands. Warm palms ran up your back, smoothing skin and unclasping your bra with practiced hands. “I don’t make the rules. I fell before they were in place. Are you sure you want this? I can stay like this instead.”

“Please,” tears ran down your face, fire swallowing you alive. Slick squelching sounds never stopped as your fingers worked in and out of you. “Please, I want the devil.” 

“Don’t worry,” Lucifer purred, lineing his cock up with your opening. Your wet fingers reached out from between your legs, leaving the warm wet heat of your core to wrap around his shaft. It was a battle to reach, arm stretching to pump his shaft, still coated in your slick. “I’ll fuck you.” 

His voice was deeper, power radiating off each word. You watched as the flush on his cheeks deepened, skin growing whiter. The yellow of his eyes deepened and the rusty brown of his eyes changed, becoming a bright vermillion. 

Fear ran through you, eyes locked on him. The blunt head of his cock pushed into your waiting walls, parting them as you watched him change with wide eyes. Teeth grew pointed while a black spade tipped whip extended out from behind him. 

“Oh fuck,” you leaned down as he bottomed out, bra crushing under your chests. 

“If it gets to be too much,” Lucifer leaned down, whip-like tail wrapping around your thigh as he spoke directly into your ear, “Just say ducky.” 

“What?” You yelped as the spade tip of his tail smacked your ass. “Fuck, okay. Just fuck me, please.”

“Good girl,” he said, straightening up.

For a moment he was frozen, looking at the delicate human woman speared on his cock. Soft and wanting. Would you want him if not for the flower? Would you let him touch you if you had anyone else?

“Please,” you begged, and his tail tightened around your thigh. “Fuck me,” 

He smiled, a sharp, cutting look before pulling back from you. His cock dragged through your slick walls, slick coating his shaft in shiny ropes. The thrust that followed was hard, forcing your body to bounce as his hips connected with your ass. 

Each harsh thrust pushed you forward, hips kept up by the bruising grip of his hands. You moaned, eyes looking at him over your shoulder as you rested your head on the bed. The devil was fucking you, spreading you over his thick cock again and again, and it felt so good.

There was a thrill in the danger of it. The sin of submitting to the king of temptation. He filled you perfectly, stretching you around his girth as his tip pressed into your cervix again and again, just enough pressure to tell you he was there. 

“Oh,” you gasped as his balls slapped your clit, each thrust punctuating with it as he rammed his cock into you with a bruising pace. The tail wrapped around your leg caressed you, squeezing and releasing in time with each thrust. 

“Fuck,” you cried out, pushed closer and closer to your orgasm until his powerful thrusts shoved you off it. “Fuck, fuck. Oh, Lucifer, Fuck!” 

“That’s it,” Lucifer groaned, walls convulsing around his cock as he continued to fuck into you. He leaned over you, running his hands up your side as he wrapped his tail around your waist. Your breasts were hot in his hands as he indulged in their soft weight, pulling you up off the bed by them. 

Your orgasm wracked through you, shudders running down your spine and up your legs as he pulled you onto your knees, shoulders against his chest. Each thrust into your quivering walls had you moaning. 

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Lucifer whispered in your ear as your orgasm subsided. 

He continued to thrust into you, pace turning soft as you gasped for air. While he ran his hands over your front, twirling his fingers over your nipples and taking in the way your breasts moved with each thrust into you, his tail ran down your waist, spade finding your clit.

“How are you feeling?” Lucifer whispered into your ear, hips continuing to push into you at a lazy pace. Your slick dripped from his heavy balls, running down his thighs. 

“Good,” you whispered, head turning to look into the inhuman eyes of your lover. “So good.” 

Taking a chance, you leaned forward, slotting your lips over his. The kiss was sweet and thankful, catching Lucifer off guard. There was a rustling sound, drawing your eyes open again to witness a sea of feathers falling within your room.

“Sorry,” Lucifer whispered sheepishly as your lips left his. 

“You have wings?” You were in your post orgasm haze, a sea of fuzzy satisfaction that your brain floated on, lost in the Devil’s arms as his tail caressed your clit. Each soft pass of the smooth spade had your hips jerking, oversensitive. Pebbled nipples sent shocks of pleasure through your body. “With feathers?”

Lucifer smiled, plucking one from the bedsheet. When he crossed into the human world, he always shed more feathers. It was annoying, a mess, and yet you looked at them with wonder. Perhaps it was the flower. Perhaps it was the cock still wedged inside you. 

He wanted to believe it was just because he was him. 

“I do.” He ran the soft tip of the feather in his hand down your chest, teasing your nipple with it as you shivered in his arms. “I didn’t lose my wings when I fell. I’m the devil but still an angel.” 

“Oh,” you gasped, arching into his back as the feathers teased. 

“Are you done?” He asked, cock twitching inside you. 

He had no business continuing to touch you. Every caress just encouraged the flower’s influence rather than giving it a chance to fade. It was wrong, but he didn’t want you to be done yet. He wanted to finish inside you, with you, and not spill into his fist yet again. It felt good to be with another. 

“More.” you rutted your ass against him, begging with your body and your words. “I want more,” 

“Do you need more?” Lucifer asked, feather running over the bud of your nipple. 

“I want it,” you whimpered. “I want you.” 

“Want?” Lucifer teased, “Not need?” 

“Please,” you whimpered. In truth, you were not sure where want began and need ended. It didn’t feel like you’d burn up without his touch, but you were not ready to be without it yet either. “Please, don’t leave me yet. I want more, please.” 

“You want me,” Lucifer moaned, pulling from your gripping heat as he turned you in his arms. “You want me?” 

“Please,” you wrapped your arms around him, fingers caressing down his feathers as you pressed your body against him. His cock, soaked in your slick, pressed between your bodies. He rocked his hips, thrusting between you as he kissed you hungerly. 

Lucifer grabbed your thigh, lifting it around his waist. His tail slapped against your ass, the sound loud and sharp as he sank back into your wet heat. Sharp teeth scratched your tongue as it danced with the devil’s. Your breasts pressed into his strong chest. 

“So full,” you sighed as he fluttered his six wings forward, feathers caressing against your skin as he laid you back down. 

Fingers dug into your thigh as he pulled it up, higher and higher until he was hugging it to his chest. There was a beat of silence as he looked down at you. Eyes ran over your face, slack and flushed with the fire of pleasure. Breasts moved as you gasped for air, nipples standing out, begging him to run his tongue over them. 

You watched, the fire of the flower still burning through you as his eyes ran down your body, focusing in on where his cock was lodged into your cunt, spreading you wide.

“Please,” you begged, “Fuck me.” 

“You’re so greedy,” Lucifer teased, hips beginning to once again piston into you. Your back arched as his cock pressed against every sensitive tissue of your core, pushing against your stomach.

“Harder,” you moaned as he worked his cock in and out of you. He pulled your hips to him, each thrust brutal as your leg curled around his waist. The thin whip of his tail wrapped around your calf, holding it against the small of his back. “Please, harder.” 

There was a flash of fire as his eyes changed, black and yellow inverting. A loud moan ripped from your chest, nothing more than a pathetic mockery of a scream as tall red and white horns extended from his head. 

A simple small flame stood out between the points. He was terrifying and yet; you reached out for him. Fingers wrapped around his forearm, wanting to him as your body jerked with each powerful thrust. 

“Are you scared?” Lucifer asked, leaning down over you as he folded your leg, bringing it closer to your chest. “Fearful of the devil?”

“No,” you answered honestly, though you should have been. “More.” 

He fucked into you harshly, each powerful thrust driving the bed closer to the wall. Your hips ached. Your ass stung where his body slammed into yours again and again. He nipped and kissed your nipple, hips pushing you deeper and deeper into the mattress. 

“I’m so close,” you whimpered, fingers carding through his hair without care of the horns that brushed the side of your face. “Please, Lucifer, please.” 

“You’re so tight around me,” he moaned as your walls fluttered, a telltale sign that you were as close as you claimed. “Fuck, angel, you’re going to make me cum.” 

“Harder,” you begged, limbs tightening around him. 

“Just for you,” he whispered, strong hands flexing, fingers digging into flesh as he fucked you hard and fast, moaning curses each time his balls slapped against you. The pointed tip of his tail caressed your slick covered clit. 

“Fuck,” you moaned, nails digging into white marble skin as your body ripped apart at the seams, convulsions undoing everything you were, “Fuck, fuck! Lucifer! Fuck!” 

“I’m going to,” he moaned as fingers dug into his hair, pulling at his scalp with the force of your muscle spasms. He fucked into you, the pace harsh and wild as he drove himself closer and closer to his own finish. “Fuck, angel, let go or-” 

“Lucifer,” you moaned, limbs gripping him, breasts presented to him as your back arched. “Fuck, Lucifer! Fuck, Fuck! Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!” 

“I’m going to-” He moaned, head burying in the crook of your neck. 

“Don’t stop,” you moaned, his name a prayer on your lips as his punishing pace kept you on the tail edge of your orgasm, unsure if it was one long one or many hitting back to back. 

“Fuck,” Lucifer tried to rip himself from the tangle of your limbs, only to lift your back from the bed, body unwilling to part from him. “Going to-” he gasped out as wave after wave of convulsions gripped his cock, “I’m cuming, dove.” 

He slammed into you, wild and reckless. His cock exploded into you as the headboard slammed against the wall. Hot ropes painted your walls white as his cock swelled and twitched, depositing everything he had as he fucked his seed deeper and deeper. 

Only when he had nothing left to leave inside you did he still, panting as he looked down at you. Your limbs grew slack and fell from him. Dazed eyes gazed up at the devil. 

“Fuck,” you gasped, trying to shove air into your lungs. “I can’t take anymore.” 

“Good,” Lucifer said, smoothing some hair back from your face. “You’ll be able to rest now. When you wake, you’ll be back to normal. Won’t remember a thing.” 

“I want to though,” you whispered, body relaxing. 

Lucifer only chuckled. No human would want to remember being bed by the devil. “I’ll get you water,” he said instead of arguing. 

When he returned to the room, you were already asleep. Anxiety clawed at him, pushed deep down as he focused on what was in front of him. You lay, thighs spread with his seed leaking from your opening. Bruises dotted your skin and feathers were everywhere. 

The devil scooped you up into his arms, carrying you to the head of the bed. He used his tail to pull down the blanket, giving him room to set you down. Carefully, he covered your naked body. 

You slept peacefully, body spent as the devil moved around your room. Water was placed on your nightstand and feathers cleaned up. Lucifer took a moment, eyeing the medicine bottle that had housed the cursed flower and the feathers in his hand. 

He pointed at the bottle and it changed into a red and white vase, classical lines accented with gold. Inside, he tucked in the nicest of his shed feathers. It wasn’t flowers, but it was a token at least. 

Looking back at you, he knew he should wipe your memory. Humans didn’t need to know of the divine. You didn’t need to remember you had taken the devil himself into your bed. 

He needed to, but… the way your hands felt on him, the taste of your kiss made him want to believe in the way those touches felt.

“Good night, little dove.” 

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CW: Titty fucking, large breasts, Adam being adam, oral, cum shots, facial Rating: Adult Summar: Adam and his new, large breasted lover have been fucking like rabbits but you're tired and sore. Adam though, in love with your curves will gladly take the chance to lavish your chest with some affection.

Adam was a woman’s man. That was for sure. He loved every part of the form of women. How could he not? They were shaped with him in mind. That was why he named his warriors after parts of the female body. 

That was why as he took his time, when he had the time, to enjoy the bodies of his partners. If someone grabbed him by the balls and demanded he pick a favorite part of the woman’s form, though, he’d have no choice but to pick their breasts. 

He was a father and remembered well how they would swell when seed took root within the womb. He remembered how they fed and supported life in a way nothing else could. 

And he remembered how fucking good they felt pushed together, wrapped around his cock. 

Look, Adam wasn’t always a bad motherfucker he was now, but he was created with the single goal of going forth and making babies. With that written into your very soul, how could he not think with his cock?

“Adam?” you asked, standing in the middle of his living room, bathed in the bright sunlight of Heaven. 

“Fuck, babe,” he let out a long breath, coming back to reality as his eyes ran over your form, taking in the way his silk robe clung to every generous curve. It strained to cover the massive swells of your breasts. “You look so fucking good like this. I’m getting hard again.” 

You rolled your eyes, paying more attention to trying to put the mess of your hair to rights than the man that you had spent all morning and most of the afternoon rolling around the sheets with. 

Your body was sore, satisfied, and you were ready for water and some food before you were even going to consider sixth round. Or would it be the seventh? In Adam, you had met your sexual match, and you were thriving. 

Adam walked up to you, hands eagerly running over flesh as soon as he was close enough to reach out to you. Palms smoothed over curves and worked their way under the fabric covering your body, slipping it off your shoulders. You stood naked in the bright sunlight. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Adam said in a voice as close to a whisper as he was capable of. 

“Seriously, Adam.” You tried to sound stern but lost any resolve as his large hands cupped your heavy breasts. The buds of your nipples poked out between his fingers. 

“I fuckin’ love your tits,” Adam’s voice was full of greed as he pushed you back, guiding your body to sit on the couch by your tits. 

He hit his knees, lips peppering the large mounds of your breasts with open-mouthed kisses. His tongue swirled around flesh, pulling your nipple into his mouth. Adam suckled as your breasts, kneading the handful of tissue in his other hand. 

Your head fell back, a soft moan falling from your lips as he worked over the already sensitive and bruised tissue. Your breasts, hips and thighs were covered in purple love bites, red marks from where fingers dug into soft skin. His tongue ran over skin as if you were the last meal on earth.

“Adam,” you gasped as he slotted himself between your thighs, fist pumping his cock. “I need to rest. I’m sore.” 

“Babe,” Adam whined, looking up at you from where he seemed to be putting a solid attempt at getting smothered by your breasts, “I want you again.” 

“I can’t,” you sighed, his mouth kissing your nipples. 

“I got an idea.” He leaned back, hands gathering up your tits as he stood. “Lean back.” 

“What are you doing?” you asked, even as you leaned back on the couch as he asked. 

Adam straddled you on the couch, one knee on each side of your hips. He was careful to avoid crushing you as he held his cock in his hand. He pumped his fist around it a few more times before letting go and instead grabbing your breasts and thrusting his cock between them. 

“Fuck, babe, they swallow my cock up.” He moaned as he thrust his cock up between your breasts. “Fuckin love your tits.” 

“Are you going to fuck my breasts?” Your laugh died in your throat as Adam looked down at you with pure lust.

“Fuck yeah, I am,” Adam moaned, thrusting into your chest again and again. “If you’ll let me.” 

“Alright,” you whispered, watching his face as he fucked into you. 

The way he looked at you, the pleasure on his face, made you feel powerful. While the act of having his cock between your breasts didn’t feel particularly pleasurable, the sound of his moans was. 

“Fuck, this is amazing.” Adam was panting, body tired from the rounds of sex earlier in the day. 

Looking down, you watched the head of his cock pop in and out of the space between your breasts. Curiosity won out, and you opened your mouth, pushing your head down. The head of his cock pushed into your waiting mouth. 

Adam moaned as your warm, wet mouth wrapped around the head of his cock again and again. You stuck your tongue out, giving his shaft something to guide into your mouth.

“Babe,” Adam moaned, “That’s so fuckin’ hot. Keep doing that and I’ll blow my fuckin’ load.” 

Your eyes flicked up to him, daring him to. Asking him to. You felt so wanted, so desired, as he fucked your breasts faster and faster. Your saliva smeared between your breasts, dribbling onto your chest as he moaned. 

“Going to cum,” Adam moaned deeply as his rhythm became uneven. 

You moaned with him, not from sexual pleasure, but from the way Adam’s lust and desire made you feel. His cock twitched as he fucked harder through the space between your breasts. 

He came with a deep curse, cock shooting ropes of cum up between your breasts. It splattered into your waiting mouth. Ropes coated your face and landed on your breasts as he fucked his way through his orgasm. Seed smeared between your breasts, lubricating his passage. 

Legs twitching, struggling to support his tired body, Adam fell back. Wings fluttered as he realized there was nothing to catch him. It was too late to stop his plummet to the floor, wet cock slapping against his stomach as he landed. 

“Are you okay?” You asked, leaning forward while looking for something to clean the cum off your body. 

“Yeah babe, just almost had a second death due to your titties…” 

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What's This? (Hazbin Lucifer x Fallen!Reader)

CW: Cock ring, overstimulation, pleasure Dom undertones, wings, Luci a bit in his feels, Begging, praise, multiple orgasms Rating: Adult Summary: Lucifer's lover, a newly fallen Angel continues her exploration of sinful pleasure as Lucifer teaches her what the cockring she found in his nightstand is for.

“There’s some oil in my nightstand,” Lucifer said, wings fluttering as you ran your fingers through the plumage. 

“Will I have to start using it too?” you asked, fluttering your wings, now starting to look closer to charcoal than ash as you slipped off the edge of the bed. 

“Probably. Such a crap thing to lose your oil glands for falling.” Lucifer tried to keep his voice cheery, masking the look of sadness that crossed his face. You fell for him, rather literally, and having to use supplemental oil to maintain your feathers was just one more change your body would go through as a result. 

He hated it. He hated what loving him cost you. What he hated most of all was that he couldn’t make himself pick up the phone, call up top and arrange to send you back. He loved you too damn much. 

“What’s this?” you asked, drawing Lucifer’s eyes to where you had been rummaging through his drawer. In one hand was the bottle of oil and in the other was a small black ring. He watched for a moment as you stretched it between two fingers before looking at him. 

A golden blush was high on Lucifer’s cheeks as he indulged in your innocent wonder. He had shown you so much over the last few weeks, and yet you still had so much to learn.

“It’s a… cock ring.” 

Your eyes widened at the words, and for a moment he thought perhaps you knew what that was. “Jewelry? For your…?” 

He laughed, standing from the bed. All six of his wings fluttered as he settled the feathers into place while he walked over to you. “It could be, if it was a nicer one. This one- it’s all function though. Not much to look at.” 

“I don’t… function?” You blinked those wide, still so innocent eyes at him. They were so beautiful, even as they darkened from the crystalline color they had been while your sins took root. 

“It ah-” Lucifer chuckled. “It makes it so a penis is harder and stays hard for longer.” 

“Oh,” you looked between him and the rubber ring in your hand, “But you don’t… need help with… with that.” It was your turn to be flushed, gold rising high in your cheeks. 

“Not right now, no.” Lucifer laughed, “But it can be fun for really, really long encounters.” For a moment, silence settled over the pair of new lovers. “Do you want to see?” 

He was already unbuckling his pants. You looked at him with those wide, beautiful eyes he loved so much, taking in the way his cock already strained against the front of his pants. 

“You can’t be serious.” You shifted, rubbing your thighs together under the simple robe you wore. “We just made love a few hours ago.” 

“Exactly,” Lucifer laughed as he pushed past the risk of being rejected, eyeing where your legs met under the fabric of the robe, knowing it was his seed that still dampened your folds. “What better way to show off what this baby can do?” 

You looked away in a panic as his pants fell around his ankles, cock springing free as he took the ring from your fingers. While the differences between the male form and the female still made you blush, you couldn’t help curiosity. 

You watched as his cock grew harder in his hand. He easily stretched the black ring and slipped it over his length, feeding it down. It snapped slightly as he let it off his fingers, drawing a high moan from the devil. 

“Does it feel good?” You asked as the plastic dug into the base of his shaft, squeezing him. 

“It does,” Lucifer’s hips bucked as you reached out, soft fingers caressing the head of his cock. The whole of his cock was beginning to turn a golden hue. “It will feel even better when I’m inside you.” 

“How?” You asked as he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you as he kissed your jaw. 

“Blood goes in,” he said, grinding his cock into her hip. “but it doesn’t come out as much. Makes it bigger. More sensitive. Makes it harder to finish, too.” 

“Oh,” you whispered, distracted by his lips on your neck and the feeling of his hand running through your feathers. When had he untied your robe? You lost track of his hands as he pressed his naked body against yours, warm skin against skin. 

He laid you back on the bed, crawling up over you. There was a moment where he hovered, just looking down at you with the softest eyes. “I love you,” he whispered, leaning down and kissing you sweetly.

“I love you, too.” You answered as he nestled the head of his cock between your slick folds. 

“Always ready for me,” Lucifer whispered, finding your arousal and mingled with the remains of his seed, allowing him to slip the head of his cock into your waiting opening without effort. He sighed as wet warmth surrounded him, sinking deeper into you. “It’s like coming home.” 

“You are home,” you sighed, back arching as he filled you slowly. He was thick on his own, but you could feel the added girth as your walls, already relaxed and stretched from earlier lovemaking, were pushed wider. 

Lips found lips as he worked deeper into you. Strong hands ran over your sides, taking in the feel of you as he softly thrust into you. Each push and pull of his cock through your walls had you gasping, still sensitive from the prior encounter. 

You ran your hands up his chest. Every feel of his muscles twitch and bunch made heat rise in your chest, threatening to burn you alive. His strong shoulders strained under your fingers as he angled his hips, ensuring his cock dragged against your clit with each soft thrust. 

“So warm,” he whispered into the kiss as your fingers ran through the feathers of his upper set of wings, getting lost in the thick down undercoat. “So beautiful.” 

Your orgasm snuck up on you, a soft wave that crested without a buildup or fanfare. Tired walls clenched and flexed as the length of his cock continued its steady push and pull through you. 

“Luci.” A gasping moan of his name fell from your lips. 

He had never had strong opinions on his name; it was simply what he had been called for eons. He was Lucifer, the Morningstar. The first. The best. The fallen. 

But hearing it fall from your lips in the heat of passion, he loved the sound of his name then. It was sweet music to his ears. Never did he want to stop hearing you say it. 

He had loved and lost before. Loving again terrified him, but for you, he would risk it. If it meant he could hear you sigh his name as your body clenched around his cock, he would risk it. If it meant he was the one giving you such pleasure, he would risk it. 

Your fingers ran up the back of his head, carding through blond hair that had once been ever so perfectly arranged. At some point, he hid his face in your shoulder as he thrust you through your orgasm, lost in his thoughts and the pleasure of your body. 

He pushed an arm under your back, holding you to him as he rolled off your body. You hooked your leg over his, running your calf up his leg as he continued his lazy thrusts. He would fuck you proper, he fully intended to, but right this second he was lost in the sea of lovemaking. His hips rocked with the waves, thrusting into you as he pulled your thigh higher, gripping it against his hip. 

“You’re so pretty like this,” Lucifer said, shifting slightly so he could run his other hand through the plush feathers of your wings. 

You looked at him as if he hung the very stars in the sky. He did, but that didn’t change the way his heart swelled with the admiration and love in your eyes. When you looked at him like that, he forgot the anxiety and doubt, if only for a little while. The way you looked at him made him feel like that man who had wielded the divine power of creation, building everything there ever was and would be at the whim of his father. 

He thrust into you, pulling your hip to meet his with each soft roll. Your arm wound around his, fingers digging into his feathers just as he worked his fingers into the plumage of yours. The steady beat of his heart under the hand you rested on his pale chest drew you closer, eyes locked on his. 

He moaned into the soft kiss, reveling in the feeling of your hands on him. It had been so long since he had someone to hold, someone who wanted to hold him. Even in the last few years of his marriage, Lilith didn’t hold him, even when they made love- no, there was no love then, it was just fucking. That’s why he had the rings, after all, so he could stay hard long enough to do the job for someone that so clearly didn’t love him anymore, who couldn’t love him when he couldn’t love himself. 

You eagerly touched him. There wasn’t a moment when you were not running your hands over him, passing touches, fingers threaded through fingers, soft kisses. He bathed in a sea of lingering touches, something he had needed for so long and been afraid to ask for. 

You ran your hand up his chest, fingers caressing his neck as they wrapped behind it, pulling him in. It wasn’t possible to hold one another closer as he continued to rock his hips into you, sliding his cock in and out of you at a slow pace that didn’t fail to build a fire in you but that didn’t stop either of you from trying. 

Your fingers ran through his hair and his feathers, carding the strong flight feathers and digging into the plush down feathers. He moaned, doing the same to your wings. Whispered words of love were swallowed as he pushed you forward, thrusting his cock through your walls. 

“Lu-luci,” you moaned, back arching as he tugged your feathers. Lips worked on your neck as he brought you closer to another orgasm. 

It didn’t seem possible, but his constructed, swollen cock pushed into you just right. His tail wrapped around your thigh, pointed spade tip caressing higher and higher. You jumped as he softly swatted your ass with it, not enough to do anything more hint at a sting. 

“I can’t,” you gasped as he palmed your breast, eagerly feeling every part of you. “Luci, I can’t.” 

“You can,” he whispered, lips moving against your shoulder as he lightly pinched your nipple. “You can, and then we’ll keep going. With this on me, I can keep going.” 

“Fuck,” you swore, such an uncharacteristic word to drop from your pretty lips as he shoved you into another orgasm. 

“Good girl,” he whispered, eyes focused on your face. He thrust through your convulsing walls, letting you ride your orgasm out on his cock. “You’re so beautiful,” he praised. “I could never have made something as beautiful as you.”

“No more,” you begged, tears sparkling in the corners of your eyes. “I can’t, I’m so sensitive.” 

Lucifer kissed you again as you squirmed out of his arms. Wide eyes looked at him, cock flushed bright gold in contrast to the black ring around the base, throbbing with each beat of his heart. 

“I can’t.” 

Lucifer stood, wrapping you in his arms as you rose on trembling legs. “You can,” he whispered before kissing you deeply. “If you want to, you can. I promise you, it’ll feel like too much, but I can show you just how much you can take.” 

“Lucifer,” you moaned, his tail wrapping again around your thigh. The tip ran through your folds, tip nudging the sensitive nub of nerves. You were so sensitive now, body coming apart on a hair trigger and needing hardly anything to push you toward another orgasm. 

“One more,” he asked, voice hot and needy in your ear as he kissed your neck. “One more, then I’ll take it off and we can finish up.” 

“That’s,” you sighed as his cock ran through your folds, nudging his tail from your clit. “That’s two more.” 

“For you,” he laughed as you sighed, body little more than jelly in his arms. “You can do it. Just say yes.” 

Temptation. The man you loved was the prideful face of temptation itself. He was everything anyone could ever want, a sweet promise of more. Who could deny him? Certainly not you. You granted your consent with nothing more than a timid nod, stilled by his lips on yours. 

The kiss was deep, stealing what little air you still had in your lings. It left your already weak knees unable to hold you. It didn’t matter; you didn’t need them too. 

Lucifer’s strong arms wrapped around you. Black hands buried in your hair, fingers digging into the feathers of your wings as he rutted his swollen cock against you. Each soft thrust had him panting, moaning softly. 

“Lucifer,” you moaned his name as he laid you back on the bed, legs hanging off the edge. 

“My favorite song,” he murmured, slipping his painfully hard cock back into your abused hole. His name fell from your lips again as he easily bottomed out, swollen walls easily parting for him, fluttering with the promise of more pleasure. 

“Wha-” you sighed your question, his pubic bone rubbing against your clit as he nestled the head of his cock at your cervix.

“You sing my favorite song,” Lucifer clarified, beginning to thrust into you. His pace was harder, each thrust slapping his hips against yours with more force than he had used in the prior two positions. The sting of him colliding with your clit had your back arched off the bed, wings twitching and spreading wide. “In all of hell, you sing my favorite song.” 

He watched himself delve into you, your warm body swallowing him easily. Arousal poured from you, evidence of the two prior orgasms. He hadn’t given you much time to recover from either of them, pushing you into overstimulation. 

Two more, that’s all he wanted. One for the selfish pleasure of watching you come apart on his cock and one for him to ride along with his own. It was selfish, he knew, but Father above knew he was little more than a prideful, selfish man. 

He watched as your breasts bounced and moved with each thrust into you. Tears gathered in your eyes as he ran his black hands down your stomach, feeling the way his swollen cock pressed into you with each thrust. Pleas fell from your lips as you looked up at him. 

Were you begging for more or for him to stop? You didn’t even know. 

Lucifer gripped your hip with one hand, running the other down your mound. As soon as he began rubbing your clit, running his fingers around your slick nub, your pleas reached new heights. Hips twitched as you battled between getting away from him and chasing the pleasure. 

You came with a sob. His name was the only thing that could be made out. Your chest heaved, breasts dancing for him as he lazily thrust into you. 

“So pretty,” he said, running his hands up and down your sides. He caressed your ribs and breasts as you twitched and clenched around him, body fighting him for the seed he was almost ready to give up. “A masterpiece.” 

“Last one,” you sobbed, body twitching with every brush of his hands. “I can’t, not again.” 

“You can,” Lucifer promised, pulling his cock from you. “It’ll be the last one, I promise. You’re doing so good for me. You can give me one last one. Look, angel, I’m taking the ring off now.” 

You slid from the bed, sitting limply on the floor at the foot of it as you watched him take the black ring from his cock. Instantly, once the pressure was removed blood rushed from his shaft. The golden color lightened and its size shank slightly. The head of his cock remained bright gold, weeping even as your slick reflected off of him. 

“Can you get onto your hands and knees for me?” He asked softly, kneeling in front of you. “You can do that for me, can’t you?” 

You tried. Shaking limbs needed support. He wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling your torso up as he sheathed himself in your shuddering body. He moaned behind you. 

As soon as he lowered you onto your hands, your elbows gave out. In a matter of moments, you were face down and ass up while the devil thrust into your body. Every part of you trembled, spent, exhausted and used up. The rustling of your wings was loud in your ears. Down feathers, knocked free by the change of position, floated down around your face.

The sound of his hips slapping into your ass reached your ears, along with the string of sweet praises. You loved the way he freely complemented you. Everything you did was just right for him, from the way you preened his feathers to the way you took his cock. 

You couldn’t make words form. All you could do was moan weakly as his fingers gripped your hips. There was something about this change of position that had you aware of the coil tightening in your stomach, something you swore you had grown numb to as he pulled orgasm after orgasm from you. 

“Luci,” you whimpered, finally able to form his name when his cock twitched inside you. 

One hand ran down your stomach, caressing your slick clit as the other ran up your back. Fingers walked up your spine before wrapping around the base of your wing. The tightening grip on it had you crying out and clenching around him. 

“Luci,” you gasped, face resting against the ground as he increased his pace. “Luci, I- I’m… I’m… Luci,” you sobbed his name as he chased his finish. You were clenching around him, tightening with each kiss of his head against your cervix. 

You came with a wail, sobbing his name again and again as he folded over you. The grip of your walls around his overstimulated cock had no trouble pulling him into his own orgasm. Just as you cried out his name, he chanted yours as if it was the most sacred prayer he’d ever say. 

As he painted your walls white, clinging to your trembling body, blackness overtook your vision and your mind floated away. 

“Angel?” Lucifer asked as your relaxed body shifted. Realizing you had blacked out, he wrapped his arms tighter around you. A few strong beats of his wings and he could position the both of you into the bed. 

It hadn’t been his intention to fuck you to the point of blacking out, but it wouldn’t be incorrect to say pride didn’t swell in him as he dozed, holding you as you recovered. 

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KittyCat (Vox x Kitty!Demon Reader)

CW: Public sex, heats, electric play, collars, public nudity, breeding, creampie Rated: Adult Summary: Being a cat demon, you suffered some of the most extreme heat cycles in all of hell. Every few weeks you went out of your mind with the need to be bred. It didn't matter who, when, where or how.

It was a good thing you belonged to Vox. But what happens when your cycle sneaks up on you, slamming into you a little earlier than expected while Vox is at a meeting? Can you make it to your powerful lover before someone else takes you or will you fall for the first male you see?

You were everything Vox thought he could never have. At least, not that would willingly want him. You were a cat personified. Not in the way that some sinners were. No, you were long elegant lines and an agility that mesmerized him. He struggled to believe that this wasn’t how you always were, that you hadn’t spent your living life with the pointed ears atop your head and long thin tail that told so much of your moods. 

It was love at first sight for Vox. Or perhaps obsession. Maybe you were just his soulmate. It didn’t matter. He had stopped at nothing until what you were was his. 

That’s what made Vox both love and hate your biology. Your cycle ruled your emotions and your body. In the privacy of his own penthouse, oh how he loved the way you would rub up against him, present yourself and beg for him to breed you. He was delighted to indulge in your needy whimpers and whines, taking you through your heat every few weeks. 

He couldn’t always be there for you, though. Sometimes, he lost track of time. Sometimes he was caught up in meetings. Sometimes your heat snuck up on you just as much as him. 

That’s what he realized happened now as you slunk down the hall. Your skirt was so short it nearly didn’t exist, even by hell’s standards. It was one he had gotten you for in the privacy of your home, to wear for him. The crop top you wore was nearly torn in two, hiding your breasts but only just as you climbed onto the floor’s reception desk. 

Vox watched as you stretched, arms high over your head, pulling the hem of your top to caress the underside of your breasts. Looking around the boardroom, Vox found he wasn’t the only one watching the show you were putting on. Valentino watched you with the hunger of a man who had lost what was one of his star toys. 

“Your pussycat looks like she’s feeling pretty needy and isn’t about to be picky,” Val teased, taking a long drag of the cigarette between his fingers. 

“Shut up,” Vox demanded as he stalked out of the room, slamming the glass door with so much force that it cracked, a spiderweb of white racing across the surface. 

A high pitch whine cut through the air as a feline, something thick and hairy, reached out for you. His clawed hand ran up the back of your thigh as you slunk around the desk, legs spread just enough to make it clear you wanted to be filled. 

“Touch her and I’ll shred you,” Vox grabbed the furry wrist, wrenching it back from the smoothe skin of your thigh with such force that bones broke, ripping through flesh. You purred at the display of violence, heat fogged mind hardly seeing the men before you as anything more than men, one more powerful and worthy than the other. 

“I’m sorry,” the man whimpered as he backed away, blood spilling down his forearm and dripping off his elbow in a broken river. “I didn’t know she belonged to you.” 

“She does, now fuck off.” Vox wrapped his large hand around the back of your neck, pulling you from the desk as close to by the scruff as one could. You mewled, rubbing your thighs together at the dominance of the touch, wrapping your arms around the TV demon as soon as your feet hit the ground. 

That same high pitched needy yowl spilled from your throat, demanding as you pressed the length of your body up against him. He knew you would have no peace until you were seen to.

“Please,” you whined, not caring that there were eyes on you as you ran your hands over the tall, lean man. “Please, fuck me.” 

“Right here?” Vox asked as your hand caressed his crotch, finding the evidence that your displays impacted him as well, though he had no way to recieve the scent of you. Your hand gripped and rubbed his cock, bringing it from where it had been semi hard to straining against his pants. 

You were ready to sink to your knees, to take him with your mouth and convince the powerful man to fuck you, mate you, breed you. Tears gathered in your eyes, born of the intensity of your physical need. 

“Turn around,” Vox said, folding you over the desk as soon as you did. The position had you perfectly placed for breeding. The skirt did nothing to cover the thong you wore, glued to your cunt so well by your need that you may as well have been wearing nothing at all. 

He could see the outline of every fold. Slick smeared on your thighs, shiny and wet. Even the underside of your tail, whipping and fanning the scent of your heat, was damp with it. 

He would fuck you right there, in the lobby and make it damn clear to anyone that watched that you belonged to him. Claws ran up your back, leaving red marks as he ripped through the fabric of your top. It wasn’t like it was doing much to cover your breasts, anyway. 

Your ears flicked back, honing in on the sound of his belt unfastening, then the zipper running down. Clawed fingers ran up and down your covered cunt before peeling your soaked panties down, slick clinging to the fabric, spreading in strings he pulled it away. 

There was no time spent prepping you. He knew you would be tight, opening clenched and tense, waiting for someone to bully their way into you. It was what your body was craving, and he was going to make a show of giving it to you.

“There are people watching,” Vox said, voice loud enough to carry. “What do you want?”

“Fuck me,” you backed up, wiggling your exposed cunt at him. “Breed me.” 

Vox thrust into you with one strong, smoothe motion. His cock spread up open, girth forcing your walls to part for him as he sank deeper and deeper into your burning heat. You gasped, body tensing and then relaxing as you finally had the feeling you had been chasing all day. 

“Fuck,” you whimpered, fingers clawing at the reception desk as he pushed deeper and deeper. 

A large hand wrapped around your neck, pinning you in place as he bottomed out. “Who do you belong to?” Vox asked, voice slowly sinking into your ears through the fog. 

“You,” you whined, ready to beg him to move. 

“What’s my name?” He asked, hips thrusting harshly into you with each word. “Tell these folks who gets to fuck you through your heats.” 

“You,” you whined, needing him to fuck you in earnest and not the teasingly slow way he would pull out of your body, only to then push in harshly with the words. “You do.”

“My name, pussycat.” 

“Vox,” you gasped as his fingers wrapped tighter around your neck. 

Electric current ran over your skin, dancing in a sizzling blue arc that singed away hair at the nape of your neck. The blue strands of lightning curled around eachother, weaving together. Each new strand of electricity banded with the last, creating something real and lasting around your neck. 

There was a flash of light, bright and hot, and then Vox’s hand left you, leaving a leather strap wrapped around your neck. On the front, a D ring held a metal tag. It scraped and clanked against the surface of the desk as Vox fucked into faster. 

Static ran over your skin, reminding you of what and who Vox was. It was a powerful promise. You had no choice but to take what he was giving you. The threat was unneeded. Vox knew you stood no chance in the face of the simple biology that ruled you. 

You wouldn’t be able to think clearly until someone’s seed was deep in your cunt. Vox would ensure that it was his seed. Always his. Every single heat. 

Electric blue chains formed, wrapping around his wrist and hooking around the blue collar. A sharp moan slipped from between your lips as he pulled you up by it. 

Each sharp thrust pushed you forward, throat straining against the collar. Your breasts bounced with them, nipples dancing for everyone that looked on. 

“Please,” you choked out the words, drool running from the corner of your lips, “breed me.” 

Static ran over your skin, little sparks of blue light jumping between hairs, arching over nipples. It ran down, down your abdomen. Gooseflesh broke out across your body as the static concentrated between your legs, zapping between your spread folds in painful shocks. 

“Who do you belong to?” Vox asked, fuckin into you harder and harder, chasing his on release as static electricity jumped around your folds, zapping your thighs and tingling over your clit. 

“Y-you,” you whined out, cunt clenching painfully around Vox’s cock. 

“My name, Kitty.” Vox jerked on the collar, static tingling, zapping, lighting nerves on fire. You were so close, so very close to coming undone as you struggled to make sense of the voice through the fog. “Or you don’t get to cum. You want to cum, don’t you?” 

“Yes,” tears ran freely down your face. “Please. I want to.” 

“If you want to cum on my cock, tell me who owns you,” Vox growled in your ear. “Tell me and I’ll give you everything you need.” 

You moaned, walls fluttering as your brain struggled to process. Each thrust of his cock through your sopping walls stole your thoughts. Strings of slick swung, hanging off the base of his shaft. You had soaked the front of his pants. 

“Vox,” you finally breathed out his name, plucking it from the shifting sea of fog. 

“Say it louder,” Vox ordered. “For everyone to hear.” 

“Vox,” you did as he said, his name quickly becoming a chant as he shoved you over the edge. The coil inside you snapped. Harsh, violent waves of pleasure slammed through your body as you screamed his name. 

He pounded into you, shoving you harshly down on the desk. Pain flared as your forehead struck the hard surface. Cold stone pressed into your naked chest as Vox chased his release, thrusts and static, keeping you in a perpetual state of orgasm until he exploded within you. 

Hot seed burned as he shot into your quivering hole, painting your cervix with the one thing that would bring your heat to a quick end and buy you clarity. Each pump of his cock gave you more of his seed and, with it, pushed the fog away.

When Vox was done, he pulled out from your warmth and tucked his cock away. He took a moment to admire how your knees trembled. Heavy breaths racked through your body as you lay with your micro skirt pushed over your ass and otherwise naked. 

Dark blue hands grabbed your ass, spreading you open. Vox indulged in watching a thick glob of his cum run from your abused opening. Only when he was satisfied with the view did he slap your ass one last time before returning to his meeting.

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Casting Call (Valentino x Reader)

CW: Sex machine, sex work, casting call for adult films Rating: Adult Summary: Having grown tired of scraping by, you attend a casting call for the leading pornography studio in hell. You're surprised to find the casting call takes place with the head director himself, Valentino.

You fidgeted with the hem of your skirt. The plastic chair you sat in was far from comfortable, creaking with every move you made. When you decided to show up to one of Valentino’s open casting calls, you didn’t know what to expect. 

You didn’t expect the near surgical bright lights and pristine floors. The coldness of the room surprised you. It felt the same as if you were walking into a doctor’s office back up top, not potentially trying out for a job in porn. 

Oh, how far you had fallen. You’d been too good to do it in life, but in death- the ultimate cosmic joke was that there were just as many bills in hell as you had up top. Fuck, if you were honest- you were pretty sure there were more.

The leathery bat wings, too small to actually be any use twitched as your name was called. It was your last chance to turn back. For a moment, hesitation stilled your feet. A deep breath later and you crossed the room, following behind the demon as you were led into a room. 

“Valentino will be with you shortly,” the woman said, not looking up from her clipboard before closing the door behind her. 

The thick rug muffled your footfalls as you made your way to the overstuffed couches, taking a seat as you waited. There wasn’t a lot in the cold room. Cold white walls and bright lights made everything feel so clinical. 

Nerves clawed at your stomach as you waited, again fidgeting with the soft pink hem of your short shirt. You hadn’t expected to be meeting with the head of the studio today, if at all. 

Yet, the door clicked open, and the towering man stepped inside. You stood and waited, unsure what to do or say, as he crossed the room. 

“I hear you want to work for me, chica.” Valentino’s voice was smooth, even and unbothered as he looked down at you through pink lensed heart glasses. 

“Yes, Sir.”

“Have you ever done sex work before?” he asked, though you could see the forms you had filled out in one of his hands. 

“No, sir.” 

“Well, let’s see what you’ve got.” He motioned to you as he sat on the couch, long leg crossed over his knee and upper arms reaching out along the back of the couch. His lower arms crossed over his abdomen.

“I don’t-” 

“Strip,” he cut you off, “I don’t have all day.” 

Trembling fingers reached up, pulling the dark plum sweater over your head in one smoothe motion. Valentino watched, critical eyes running over flesh. A dark flush ran up your chest, darkening your soft pink skin as you dropped the small skirt to the ground, kicking your shoes off in the process of kicking it aside. 

You tried not to look at him as you worked your feet out of your socks. Then you stood in front of him, wearing nothing but your lacey purple bra and matching panties. You didn’t know if you should turn for him as the silence ticked on. 

“Well?” Valentino asked after a moment longer. “Get on with it?” 

“Oh,” you said, realizing he had meant to get naked naked. 

Once your bra and panties joined the pile of clothes, he motioned for you to turn this way and that, taking in each curve of your body. The instructions had started simple: lean forward in front of him, stretch your arms above your head and spin. Shame forced itself into your mind as he demanded you kneel and then get on your hands and knees. 

“Turn around,” Valentino said, eyes running over your body as you turned, presenting your ass to him. “Good,” he said. “Now bend your elbows.” 

You did as he said, resting your head against the rug. His eyes roamed over your puffy cunt, looking at the way everything sat together. You could feel his eyes. 

“Back on your hands.” You did as he said, silently following orders. “Spread your legs now, as far as you can.” 

Cold air rushed over your freshly exposed folds. 

“You’re wet,” Valentino remarked, eyeing the way you glistened as your folds spread. “Back down on the ground.” 

“Being watched excites you,” Valentino continued, nudging your knees to spread more as he watched your opening twitch. “That’s good, chica. It’ll be easier for you if you enjoy it.” 

“Okay,” you struggled to make your voice work. Valentino spoke as if this was a normal job interview and yet you were naked, head down, ass up and legs spread so wide your hips were straining as he spoke. 

“How much experience do you have with anal?” Valentino could have been asking what weather you favored or how you took your coffee. 

“Not much,” you answered honestly. 

His hand touched you, finally. You flinched at the contact. Long, thin fingers gathering your slick from your folds only to spread it on the tight ring of muscle of your ass. He probed, slipping his finger in and out.

“We can work with that,” Valentino said finally, pulling his finger from the slight burning ring of your opening. “Turn around, stay on your knees.” 

The plush carpet under your knees offered only a little comfort as you turned, kneeling in front of the imposing moth demon. His coat was gone now, wings hanging off his shoulders like a red cape. Your eyes trailed up the white pants until they settled on the bright blue dildo he held out to you. 

It was of a moderate size at best, nothing that would be greatly challenging to handle. 

“Suck it,” Valentino ordered. 

You ran your tongue over the surface, trying to wet the soft silicone before you wrapped your lips around it. The show you put on was far from your best. The dildo did not slide easily between your lips, but that didn’t stop you from trying. You worked it in and out of your mouth, the action becoming easier as your saliva coated it. 

“Good enough,” Valentino said. “We can work with that, too. Training is a kink.” 

Valentino stood, walking over to the table. You stood, rubbing your thighs together as you followed. The room was so cold. Your nipples were painfully hard pebbles as what had looked like a table disassembled, revealing a mechanical contraption. 

“What is that?” Fear spiked through you. 

“Don’t worry,” Valentino held his hand out for you, guiding you to step over, straddling the sawhorse. “Lean back.” 

He brought the mechanical contraption closer, the bar pointing between your legs. Large hands grabbed your legs, hooking them over two bars that protruded back. 

He took the blue dildo from your hand and screwed it onto the bar. He watched as you trembled, taking in the evidence of your nerves. 

“Sex machine porn is hot right now,” Valentino spoke casually as he lined the tip of the dildo up with your opening, pushing it just inside. “It’s also good for casting,” 

“I didn’t-” You struggled to put words together as the motor of came to life with a smoothe pur. “I thought,” 

“That I’d fuck you?” Valentino asked, laughing as the dildo began to thrust into you, slowly at first. “No, no, chica, that is for the highest earners. Only the highest earners get to get fucked by me. If you do good, maybe one day.” 

The machine moved into you faster and faster, each mechanical thrust perfectly timed. You gasped, back arching as the dildo dragged against your walls. The head of the plastic cock nudged your cervix again and again as Valentino watched you. 

Calculating eyes took in the way your breasts moved with every thrust. He moved around where you lay, spread out and moaning softly as the machine fucked you. He watched the way your body reacted to the trusts, changing the angle of the machine.

You moaned deeper, chest heaving as the cock hit your g spot again and again. The head of the cock kissed your cervix. The nature of the machine left you no way to put distance between you and the thrusts. 

There was no denying how wet you were now. The squelching of your cunt filled the room, sounding with each thrust as a machine fucked you. Val again adjusted the angle, forcing the dildo up.

“Fuck,” you gasped out. Each thrust pushed out against your stomach. There was no humanity in the thrusts. No brain was behind the machine meant it didn’t hesitate to thrust up and into you, disregarding any resistance. “Oh, fuck.” 

Val stopped the machine, earning you a shameless whine before you could remind yourself that you were there for what was essentially a job interview. You had been so close to finishing, shamelessly, on the machine. 

“Very good.” Valentino pulled the machine back, unhooking your legs from over the bars.

 He grabbed you, easily lifting your naked body in his arms. The wide opening of his mostly undone purple shirt treated you to the feeling of his lot lilac skin against your pale pink skin. The heat of his body burned into your painfully hard nipples, drawing a moan from you.

He ran hands between your bodies as he pulled you away with other hands. Fingers ran through your folds, feeling the way your body jumped and twitched. Your knees nearly gave out as the pads of his fingers ran over and around your clit. He pinched and pulled at your nipples. 

Calculating eyes watched your every reaction, weighing how it would look on camera. He evaluated what he could market and sell, how he could best make a financial profit off your body. 

You squeaked as he draped you chest down on the sawhorse again. Hands ran down your back, soothing you as he wrapped straps around your thighs, tieing them to the legs. 

Looking behind you, you watched in horror as he added a second arm to the machine. The clattering of mechanics seemed deafening as he switched the dildo out for something fatter. On the upper arm, he added a short, thin dildo. 

“Relax, chica,” Valentino soothed as you trembled in fear and anticipation. “You’re almost done with your casing call.” 

“What are you-?” The sound of a bottle clicking open cut your words off. Cold, slick wetness ran down your center, running over the puckered muscle of your ass and down your folds. 

There was no doubt what he intended to do as he brought the machine close again. The head of the bottom cock nestled easily into your opening. For a moment, he tinkered and adjusted things and then the second cock was pressing against the tight ring of your ass. 

The machine came to life again, slowly pressing the cock into your weeping cunt. It fucked into you slowly, steadily. Every part of you tensed as the second cock came to life, pressing into the tight ring of your ass. There was no hesitation or mercy, just a blind mechanical push forward. 

It breached the tight muscle of your ass, pushing deeper and deeper, slick lube covered surface ensuring its smoothe entrance even as you trembled and gasped. The feeling of being filled in this was foreign, but pleasure lingered just under the painful burn of your opening being forced wider and wider. 

“Can you cum like this?” Valentino asked, voice still so uninterested and business focused. “Can you cum from penetration alone?” 

“I-” you gasped as the pace increased, two plastic cocks fucking into you again and again. “I haven’t.” 

“I’d like to see if you can.” Valentino walked around behind you, watching the machine fuck into you faster and faster for a moment before changing the angle of the arms. 

Your moans picked up in earnest with the change. The cock within your cunt slamming into something soft inside you, sparking sharp pleasure on its way to kiss your cervix. 

The cock in your ass rubbed against the other, each thrust a violent reminder that you were stuffed full. The machine creaked slightly as the cocks fucked into you faster and faster. Each thrust drove you closer to the edge. 

“You moan well,” Valentino observed from behind you, admiring the way your body swallowed cock before walking around you again. 

That you were interviewing for a job with his productions no longer mattered to you. Was it that you couldn’t remember or that you just didn’t care? Pleasure was all you cared about. The way the cocks fucked into you and the pressure of the sawhorse against your body was what you cared about. 

You only cared about how close you were to cuming. Valentino knelt in front of you, lifting your head by a handful of your pink hair. Locking eyes with him, the man who put you in this position was all it took for the coil to snap. 

“Fuck,” you moaned, long and loud as your body tremble, unable to do anything but take the cocks. Strong convulsions ran through your core, gripping dildos in a desperate attempt to still them, to milk them. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

Valentino watched you for a moment longer, taking in the way saliva dribbled from your lips as you cried out again and again, orgasm giving way to sharp overstimulation. He stood after a few moments longer, walking around behind you to check the state of your holes.

He found they were soaked. You had made quite a mess of things at the moment of your orgasm. Valentino hummed as he powered off the machine, pushing it back from you until the cocks left you with a squelching pop. For a moment, he just stood there, watching your twitching holes. That always looked good on camera, too. 

“You’re hired.” 

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Fallen For Glory (Sinner!Adam x Reader)

CW: Glory holes, sex work, Oral (M receiving), fem masterbation Rating: Adult Summary: Seven months after your fated encounter with the First man, you struggled to get him off your mind. Even after a unexpected failed early extermination and the broadcasted slaying of Adam on the battlefield, you couldn't get him off your mind as rumors of him being reborn, sentenced to hell himself made it impossible for you to let go.

And then, sitting in the both of the shitty glory hole joint Valentino ran, you heard his voice once again. Rumors were true. Adam lived and your obsession was fueled by nothing more than the taste of him on your tongue.

This was the best day at the office...

Follow up to Crash Landings- reading not required

Adam walked through the seedy streets of hell, heavy bat wings held tightly against his back. He was wound up and ready to blow off some steam. Too many disgusting sinners had fucked with him since he had landed in hell and the last thing he wanted was to spend more time around them. 

“Fuck this shit,” Adam grumbled, ducking under an awning as the sky cracked with a bolt of lightning. Acid rain wasted no time in falling to the ground, burning sheets of water that would eat through flesh and clothes. 

Whatever this building was, music pumped inside promising a good time, or at least a better time than anyone caught outside in the rain was having. 

“Holes” was plastered on the door, though Adam didn’t bother reading the small text under it as he stepped inside. 

The room was dark, lit by neon lights. A woman behind a host booth that looked more at place in a restaurant eyed him. Her breasts were hardly covered, pressed up by the hard surface of the booth as she leaned forward. 

“Yoo,” She slurred her words, clearly drunk or high on something. “You’re the first man.” 

“Yeah?” Adam puffed out his chest and held his head high, letting the light reflect off the horns atop his head. “What’s it to ya?” 

“Nothing at all,” she shrugged, “if you’ve got the fee, we’ve got a hole for you to use around here somewhere.” 

You sat on the bench in the small room you rented. The dim lights filtered in as you listened to the hostess talk with the latest client. Hearing his voice, Adam’s after nearly a year had your stomach doing flips. 

Everyone knew he had died in the failed extermination a few months ago, but if he had been reborn in hell as a Sinner, no longer a winner, was little more than rumor. Hell had a lot of rumors and, more often than not, they were nothing more than tall stories. 

This time, the rumor was true. You struggled to believe it. 

Worse yet, you struggled to understand how excited that thought had made you. It wasn’t like you had wanted to lie with him when you had seen him so many months ago. It was something you did to survive, to help him through the damned pollen that was distorting his reasoning. The little bits of purple flowers that clung to his hair made it easier. 

Yet, you couldn’t get the damned first man out of your mind. 

“Right this way, sir.” you listened as the woman walked Adam the other half of your booth.

“How do I know she’s hot?” His voice filled the small room as he stepped inside. 

“It’s a glory hole, sir. It doesn’t matter if she’s hot. Just use her holes.”

“And it… it is a chick?” 

“Yes, sir.” You answered from your side of the wall. “I’m a chick.” 

“How does this work?” Adam walked deeper into the room, peering into your side through the holes in the wall. 

“You put your cock in the hole, she sucks your cock. You pay by the minute and then fuck off.” The woman answered before leaving, pulling the curtain closed behind her. 

“Okay then,” Adam said, voice sounding awkwardly unsure for the first time. Buckles clinked as he worked his pants open, grabbing his soft member in his hand. “Just ah, give me a second to get up and I’ll-” 

“You can just put it through,” you said, turning to face the wall. “I can do that for you if you’d like.” 

“Okay,” Adam hesitantly put his semi hard cock through the hole at a comfortable height for him. 

You licked your lips and moved forward, running your tongue along the side of him, starting from as close to his base as you could reach and moving toward his head, chasing him when he shifted away from you. 

Opening your mouth wide, you knelt down, letting his cock fall into your mouth. Lips wrapped around his soft shaft as you sucked on him. The salty taste of him coated your tongue as you rolled him around your mouth. You could feel each beat of his heart in the pulsing twitch of his cock. 

On the other side of the wall, Adam groaned, “Oh fuck.” 

He expanded, growing within the warm wet confines of your mouth. Soon you were stretching your jaw open, wrapping your lips around the solid shaft you remembered pounding into your cunt so vividly. 

What would he say if he knew it was you? What would he say if he knew you were wearing the same baggy sweatshirt and tiny skirt he had fucked you in before? 

You moaned around his shaft, reaching your arms forward, leaning against the wall on your forearms. Slowly, you pulled back as you sucked hard on his shaft. The head of his cock popped from your lips as Adam thrust his hips into the wall, trying to chase the warmth of your mouth. 

“Fuck, babe.” 

Adam’s voice reverberated through the wall. You could swear you felt it run up your arms and down your spine. Licking your lips, you eagerly delve forward for more, wanting to taste his pre-cum on his cock more than you wanted anything in your very short life and even shorter afterlife. 

The head of his cock was heavy on your tongue. You moaned, wrapping your lips around the ridge of his head and running your tongue over his slit again and again. You suckled the head of his cock, pulling forth beads of pre-cum as it was the sweetest nectar in the world. 

On the other side of the wall, Adam thrust his hips into the wall again and again, seeking the feeling of your mouth around his length. He groaned in frustration, fingers digging into the crumbling drywall. There was nothing he wanted more in the moment than to reach through the wall and shove your head down his cock.

A deep moan filled the rooms as you gave him what he wanted, sucking his length into your mouth. Each prominent vein on his shaft throbbed under your tongue as you traced it. 

“Fuck. That’s right,” Adam groaned, grinding his pelvis into the wall. “Suck it,” 

Bobbing up and down his cock, you did exactly as he said, working his length in and out of your mouth as he panted and moaned on the other side of the wall. You startled as you felt a hand gripping your breast, only to realize it was your own. 

Delicious pain sparked through you as you pinched your own nipple. The feeling of being used by the first man once again had heat rushing to your core. Your hands quickly followed. 

Fingers fumbled as you eagerly pulled your short skirt up, slipping one hand inside your panties. The feeling of him thrusting into your mouth again and again as you held steady, open and nose just almost touching the wall had your folds slick and sloppy. 

Never had you enjoyed your job as much as you were this day. Fingers ran over your clit, slipping through your folds and smearing the slick around as you drove yourself closer and closer to your own finish. 

“Does that- fuck!” Adam stuttered, arrogant voice carrying even in the height of his pleasure. “Fucking feel good?” 

You moaned around his length as he hit the back of your throat. Moving closer, you took him as deep as you could, coughing and sputtering as he thrust in again and again. Your lips pinched between the opening and his cock, pain chasing pleasure as your fingers matched his pace.

“You fucking like this, don’t you?” Adam said, thrusts growing irregular and sloppy. You were so close now to your own finish. “Fucking enjoying being a mouth for my fuckin cock, don’t you?” You moaned a gargled yes as he shoved himself back into your mouth. “Want the fuckin dickmaster’s cum down your throat like the needy bitch you are?” 

“Yeaguh,” you moaned, the answer cut off by his cock again. 

“Going to cum,” Adam said as his cock swelled, “down your disgusting sinner throat.” 

That shouldn’t have done it for you. It shouldn’t have been the thing to push you over the edge. It shouldn’t have, but it did. You moaned deeply, breath coming in short gasps in time with his thrusts. Numb legs convulsed, sending you forward. The wall caught you as his cock shoved deeper yet into your throat, hot ropes of cum spewing from the tip in a violent eruption. 

You coughed and choked on the salty cream of him, fingers still lazily stroking your sensitive clit, riding out the aftershocks of your orgasm as he thrust his last few spurts of cum into your mouth before pulling out of the hole. 

With your mouth free, you coughed and sputtered, clearing your throat of the seed that had gathered so that you could properly swallow him. On your knees, palms against the wall, you waited. 

“You’re good at that,” Adam said simply. You watched through the hole as he tucked himself away, working clasps and zippers. “Thank you,” he said simply before leaving. 

You’d find him again, you decided as your own leathery bat wings fluttered behind your back. You would find him and he would see that you belonged to him. He just didn’t know it yet. 

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