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[projectbluearcadia]

Cream-Flavored Whore

NSFW Lucifer x F!MC Spice Rating: 4/4 ; BDSM Rating: 3/3 Condescending

[ Premise - Lucifer is really in a mood. He doesn't want you to leave his bedroom, nor does he want you to waste a single drop of his semen. It's going in you one way or the other, and you'd better be begging him for it. ]

CW: Orgasm denial; breeding kink; overstimulation; slight dubcon; degradation kink; hair-pulling; restraint (wrists only)

Welp, I'm not sure if it's what I was originally aiming for, but hopefully this will give some satisfaction to the readers who (like me) want to be Lucifer's cute little cocksleeve.

Wordcount: 2260

smutty notes (consult if you haven’t read my smut before.)

“Hey.” 

The singular, deep-voiced word resonates against your eardrum, making you jump back into Lucifer’s body as you drop the dish you’re currently scrubbing. He wraps his arms around your midsection, keeping you where you are. He bites the shell of your ear softly, and this should’ve been your first hint.  

“Are you that happy to see me that you had to startle the crap out of me?” you ask, a little annoyed as you turn your head towards him, only for him to lick your neck like he’s trying to figure out how you taste before he eats you (though he already knows that answer very well).

“Among other things, yes,” he murmurs, your earlobe practically in his mouth. “I’ve had a very… very long day. Can’t I come and surprise my special someone?” 

“Well, I am doing the dishes right now… since it’s my turn,” you reply, wriggling in his grip, but he shows no signs of letting you out of his arms any time soon. “You know, you’re the one who made these rules.” 

“I did,” he acquiesces. 

“So, are you going to… let me finish that?” 

“No,” he replies against your shoulder. “Someone else can do that. Unless you think you can still do the dishes while you’re bent over the sink taking every inch of my cock.” 

“L-Lucifer!” you scold, even as he drags one hand down between your legs, rubbing your inner thigh. Feeling your body start to warm up just from his fingers tracing up and down, teasing you. “You can’t just…”

“Is that a ‘no’ I hear?” he murmurs. “Let me make this clearer for you.” Lucifer manages to find your clit through your pants, pressing down on it and stroking it as he leans closer, now actively pressing you between the sink and himself. “You’re coming with me, right now, to my bedroom, and so help me if I have to wait another damn second, I’m going to fuck you right here where anyone can walk in and see what a slut you are for me.” 

You swallow thickly, arousal pounding through your veins, spreading like wildfire as it warms you up from the inside out, and not just because his hard-on is digging into your lower back. There’s a naughty part of you that’s even tempted to just tell him to expose you, and the embarrassment of having such a thought in the first place is…

“Yes sir,” you reply meekly, and Lucifer teleports with you still attached to him, straight into his bedroom. The door audibly locks with a solid click without him even touching it, and you’re left with the sound of eerie silence. 

That silence is broken and filled with the echo of wet kisses as Lucifer yanks your shirt off, barely giving you the time to throw your arms up. You let out a soft yelp in the time Lucifer releases your lips as he forces your wrists together, soundly binding them with your shirt. The tie, off. The coat, off. Then it’s your bra, and his hands are wrapped around and squeezing your breasts as he returns to dominating your tongue. 

Lucifer’s breath shudders, his eyes seeming to give off a predatory gleam as he toys with your nipples, ignoring your sweet cries of protest as he offers them merciless flicks and pinches. Your insides feel like they’re sitting on a hot stove, bubbling up, waiting to boil over, but the temperature isn’t quite hot enough yet. 

“Lucifer,” you mewl out, and all of his attention fixes on your face instead of your chest before he suddenly drags his lips down, kissing your neck slowly before he opens his mouth and bites you, sucking the skin as he shoves your pants down your legs together with your underwear. You gasp at the sudden intrusion of cold air, your senses starting to overload as he drags one hand down, sliding his middle finger between your labia, then withdrawing. Checking if you’re ready for him. 

He lets out a soft laugh as he grabs a bruisingly tight hold of your thigh, a cold trail of your lubrication making itself known. And, dragging his lips back up the other side of your neck to bite your ear, he says:

“I didn’t even do anything, you dirty whore.” 

“Ah?!” you gasp out as he picks you up, in bridal fashion, walking over to his bed and unceremoniously dumping you onto it. Your face smashes into his pillow, briefly filling your nose with the scent of his shampoo. By the time you’ve straightened yourself out, working yourself onto your elbows and knees, Lucifer’s clothes are all on the floor, revealing his body in every fascinating centimeter of its pallid glory. 

And you watch, spellbound, as his horns curl out of his head, his Stygian wings bursting out of his back and a few of his feathers gently floating to the floor. Then there’s that cute little rhombus on his forehead that you used to think one of his little brothers painted on him (it was a birthmark, apparently). And oh, good and sweet Diavolo his genitals, which might very well have doubled in size, were flushed and seemed to be eagerly pointing at your exposed and vulnerable entrance. 

“Do you know why,” Lucifer softly rasps as he leans over you, his wings casting pretty shadows onto the bed. You feel his fingers wrap around one forearm, tightly. “I even bothered to wait until you were in my bed?” Even as he’s saying that, he’s spreading you wide, his hot, eager length pressing, pressing deep inside, inch by inch. You hiccup as you feel him bottom out, his breath burning your ear as he bites it again. 

“N-No?” you whisper, almost scared to break the reverent silence of him enjoying your walls clenching down hard on him, his entire body shivering for a blissful moment. For a few seconds, you think he’ll orgasm just from being inside you, and the thought nearly drives you insane. 

Lucifer lets out a short, scornful laugh before he jerks your arms out from under you, your shoulders thrusted backwards as he tugs on the bond holding your wrists together, your face returning back into his pillow. 

“I should have known that your empty brain is too dumb to realize that I’m being nice to you,” he softly purrs, even as his hips start to move. Pulling in and out. Agonizingly slowly. “How about I put it in plain terms for you? I’m going to fill you like a cream puff until you can’t fit anymore and fall apart. Even if I have to tie you down, take breaks for myself, or start filling up a different hole, I’m going to breed you until nothing is left of you except a drooling, screaming fucking mess.” 

Lucifer digs the fingers of his other hand into your hair, pulling at the scalp and forcing your head up, back away from the pillow. His hips work harder now, starting to slap audibly into your wanting flesh and prying several cries out of you in the process. “And you’re going to take every drop I give you without a shred of complaint, understand? Be a good whore, or I’ll get the belt.” Lucifer’s voice lowers, his grip tightening. “And you don’t want me to use the belt, now do you? I expect an answer when I ask you a question.”

“N-No, sir, I don’t want the belt,” you whine, your vision starting to feel foggy as he keeps going at you. Is this how he’ll be… the entire night? The thought alone leaves you trembling with arousal. “I’ll be a good little cumslut for you.” You gasp as his hips snap forward, your lower body trembling. “Please, I need it. I need you.” 

“That’s not how you ask me for a favor,” he growls, pulling hard on both your hands and even harder on your scalp, making you yelp. You just know he’s relishing in the tears pricking your eyes. “You know better.” 

“Pl-Please,” you moan desperately. “Cum inside me, Lucifer.” 

The reaction is instant. He lets your head fall back into the pillow and grabs two full handfuls of your hips, his short nails certainly making impressions in your supple flesh as he releases the first of many loads, painting your vaginal wall with white. 

And, barely skipping a beat, he keeps thrusting away, never sparing you a moment of rest as he uses you for his pleasure. Your head is fuzzy with the bliss his cock provides as it hits the deepest parts of you, but he won’t touch your neglected little pearl. It’s your g-spot, or nothing; he won’t help you. 

“That’s right; clench just like that,” Lucifer rumbles. “Beg for it with that naughty pussy of yours. Seems like it’s smarter than you.”  

“Ugh, hnng, mmmf…” you groan out as your face rubs against the bed with his every thrust, overcome with the way he’s using your body. “Please… please,” you beg softly as he pounds at you, creaming you again, his voice strained as he groans, fixing a rough bite into your back. 

“Please what?” he growls, pulling out of you with a dirty noise, making you shake your arse at him as the loss of his member leaves you painfully unstretched. It makes you feel a little better having his semen warming you up, making sure your pussy isn’t lonely. 

“M-Make me cum,” you whimper. “I want to cum too.” 

That smirk. Oh no. 

“You dirty little slut; what makes you think you deserve it?” Lucifer purrs, condescendingly stroking your head before he pushes back into you, making you gasp in surprise. Wasn’t he taking a break?! Isn’t he overstimulated?! “If you can’t cum with just my cock inside you, I don’t think you should.” 

“Lucifer!” you gasp out, stars flickering in your eyes as he starts pounding at you again, your skin noisily slapping together with the undertones of your squelching cunt, as if trying to override any sort of complaint you have. You’re left whining, gasping, desperately trying to match his pace with zero success as he lets out pleased grunts and rewarding groans with every dutiful thrust. 

And he suddenly turns you on your side, jerking your leg up over his shoulder and pressing against your cervix, giving you the slightest rest as he slows down a little. You finally see his face, how fucking crazy his eyes are. He shows his teeth as he leans closer, his fingers slipping down your leg to press into your lower stomach, smirking as you gasp, twitching and shaking as he stimulates your walls from both sides. Your lower belly feels tight as you jerk your hips up towards him, forcing him to stroke your walls harder in the process. 

“I’m going to ruin you,” he purrs sweetly against your neck before he pulls back up from his position, roughly turning you over the rest of the way, onto your back with your legs raised onto his shoulders. Breed me! Breed me! Your mind screams at this point, beyond the point of being eager and straight into desperation. Fill me! Use me! 

And as if reading your dirty thoughts, his earlier pace resumes without any further ado, eliciting borderline screams out of you in the process. He holds you steady for his frenzy, tightening up that knot inside you, further and further until the point of no return. Until you can do nothing else but release.

Your orgasm is almost violent as it races through you, and Lucifer is left gasping and chuckling in his own pleasure as he slams into your convulsing, abused little hole, not seeming to mind that you’ve kicked his shoulders twice as he keeps your thighs open for you. 

And not only does his seed fill you yet again, before you’ve even finished coming back down from your high, he’s brutalizing your neglected clit and somehow still hard inside you.

“That’s my whore,” he growls, though you don’t know how you can hear him over your caterwauling. “Come on; keep cumming for me. Cry, scream all you want, but I’m not going to fucking stop.” He chuckles as he continues, slapping your bud several times like it wasn’t already stuck between wildly competing pain and pleasure. And he’s sliding his cock in and out again, and you can faintly see through the tears in your eyes that the warm wetness on your thighs is just as white as the sticky mess on his flushed and sensitive member. “Now… tell me what you want… Clearly and loudly so that I know exactly what kind of slut you are.” That’s…(lewd, fuck) tall order (can’t!) considering the thoughts… fragments. 

“Fuck me!” you shout in your hoarse, broken voice, and Lucifer presses his thumb—covered in his cum—on your lips.

“Clearly,” he reminds, and you lick his thumb desperately, making him smirk as he suddenly takes it away from you. That wasn’t clear enough?!?! “You’ll be getting plenty of that later, after I’m done.” 

“Use me like a sexdoll! Put a baby in me!” you beg desperately as drool starts to spill out of your mouth. Fuck coherent thoughts; you’re aching to forget that your brain even exists. “I’ll take it anywhere, do anything, just please! Stuff me full with your seed!” 

That’s exactly the response Lucifer was looking for. 

“See? Just a dirty cumslut,” he rumbles against your ear. “You’re in luck. Because I’m not anywhere near being tired yet.” 

[bumblingbabooshka]

Vulcan teen on Vulcan [tiktok] saying "I have just lost track of my father in the grocery store." The camera turns to show the viewers the grocery store in which almost every single older middle-aged man has a bowlcut and long robes. Camera turns back to show the teen's face which is expressionless and yet communicates all it needs to.

[kenapiece-main]

Can you believe I'm having to make this meme even after successfully finishing up taxes and applying to job

[riacte]

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

"i'm too old to trick-or-treat" what the HELL are u talking about. that is FREE candy. in this economy. "i'm too old to make responsible financial decisions" you sound like a goddamn lunatic

[sleepygaymerdisease]

[12neonlit-stage]

you're allowed to discuss and work together, reblog for a higher sample size or something

You have 1 week, good luck!

[beaft]

my mum forbade me to say anything to my dad about the top surgery thing, and it's just hit me how funny it would be if i got it done and didn't tell him and just waited for him to notice. i mean, what's he gonna say? "didn't you used to have tits?"

[mejkosmos]

whichever madman pointed out that the new rift on bill's body in the theraprism is meant to parallel ford's cracked glasses after he emerges out of the portal,,,, MY SOUL IS YOURS TO TAKE ANYDAY MY GOSH

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[aroacedavestrider]

people will hear you talk about struggling with mental illness and say “you can do anything if you just put your mind to it”. brother what part of the body does the mental illness happen in. what do you think is the problem

[buttercuparry]

Reblog the fundraisers you mfs!!!!! I don't know why you all skip those to reblog some pic of a banner saying "FREE PALESTINE" or of news from Columbia University! Literally these people from Gaza have made an account on Tumblr and is writing in english to communicate what they need and you all are coming onto my blog or on the tag and not reblogging their posts. We have people both Palestinian and non Palestinian vetting the fundraisers! I mean more the reblogs, more the chance of the fundraisers gaining momemtum, the more there would be a chance of a donation. Please donate if you can and reblog!!! and follow them if it is possible.

@/mohammedayesh has posted about getting leaflets, telling them to evacuate Rafah. They are very low on funds. Go follow them and reblog their posts and donate if possible.

We have @/haneenatya too whose mother is suffering from eye stroke and need to evacuate. Please I have been following them for some days and it doesn't seem their own posts are getting much attention.

Follow them! They are on tumblr. Reblog their posts and donate. The protests in universities are being done on account of them. They should be our focus.

(EDIT: on re-reading my post it seems as if I am dismissing all that the students of universities are doing. I am not. I just meant, since all of it is to help Palestinians, we must not ignore them when they ask for help).

[babeyknife]

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lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.