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angsty-twihardxx · 2 years ago

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SOFT DESCENT | T. MILLER

Description: When patrol with your boyfriend gets turned upside down, you get taken away from him. Will he find you in time? Or will you fall into a pit trying to save yourself?

Warnings: 18+ (all minors shall be banished) ANGST, hurt/comfort, fluff at the end, mentions of violence, death umm yeah i think that’s it.

A/N: I needed to write some angst to cleanse my brain from all the smut teehee, honestly idk what this is, I literally was listening to tlou part 2 soundtrack and this song came on and my brain came up with this. If you want to listen to it while your reading I guess you can for some ambience. I also have masterlist for this sexan (sexy Texan) *knee slap

But yeah if you like this yknow feel free to like and reblog. If you have any requests puh-lease send em my way. X

There was one thing to learn about the world you lived in, Cordyceps were scary, bloodthirsty monsters, but it was humans that were the real monsters. Whenever there was a time you were out in the world, away from the confines of a QZ or a commune like Jackson you were at risk.

The fungi was predictable, one part of an entire hive mind to reach a goal. Unlike people, Cordyceps couldn’t lie.

. . .

For the couple of years you had lived in Jackson, it was very rare that you joined Tommy on patrol, he remained annoyingly adamant on keeping you safe. Which you hated, did he not think you could handle it? That if the time came to it you couldn’t defend yourself?

It was a constant battle between the two of you despite the times you showed him that you were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, he still wouldn’t budge. He was as stubborn as a mule at the worst of times.

Winter this year though had been extremely hard on the town, the icy winds were killing the crops, meaning that people weren’t getting the nutrients they need to fight the sicknesses that came with the cold. Patrol was low on me, most of them being bedridden with frostbite and the flu. There weren’t many people that were willing to leave the safety of the walls to help, except you.

Tommy had just made it into the stables from patrol when Maria brought up the idea of you helping, which he instantly turned down, that it wasn’t necessary; he would be fine on his own. But Maria wasn’t having it, she knew that you were more than capable of taking care of yourself, and she knew that he did too. So by the end of their conversation she told him that you would join him for patrol the next day, and he wasn’t stupid enough to argue with her.

Which is why he was so grumpy the next morning, remaining mostly silent as the two of you got ready. The sun had barely touched the sky when you were jostled awake by the movement beside you in the bed. A muttered curse fell from his lips when he heard you move, no doub t trying to leave without you. “S’alright darlin’ just go back to sleep.” His voice was a hushed whisper as he tried to not wake you from your dreamy state.

But you knew him better than to think he was simply being courteous, you lazily swung the blankets over your legs. “Nice try cowboy.”

A permanent frown spread across Tommy’s forehead the entire morning, making it known that he wasn’t happy with this. But you paid no mind, actually just excited to go out and see the world again. Being out in the unmanned woods was your favourite, it reminded you of when you would go walking out in the moubntains near where you grew up. It almost felt like ‘then’ as well, with little to no infected you could just simply breathe.

Tommy didn’t realise how long it had been since you actually were on the other side of the walls, till he watched how excited you were. It was almost like everything was new to you again. “I forgot how pretty it was out here.” You sighed happily as you admire the large frozen lake at the bottom of the mountain.

Maybe he was a little overprotective of you, okay he definitely was. Tommy could admit that he was so worried about you getting hurt that he didn’t even think about what you wanted. Guilt crept up on him as he remembered how normal this used to be, when the two of you travelled to find Jackson in hopes for a better life. But now that he had it, he wanted to protect it as much as he could.

“Y’should see it in the springtime, all the animals runnin’ around. Reckon you’d enjoy it.” He looked over at you sweetly, suddenly forgetting how only a few hours ago he disliked the idea of you being out here with him.

“I would ask if that it an invitation but I don’t want to push my luck.” You sent a teasing smirk his way, knowing he was getting soft in his old age.

Snow was falling heavier once you and Tommy reached the patrol hut, which was already warm thanks to the two men before you. The bright red blames didn’t work fast enough to warm your hands, despite how many times you rubbed them together.

“Y’know that only works when you take your gloves off right?” He smirked, his eyes looking down at you for a brief moment before giving them a roll in amusement. If you were any closer you would’ve been sitting on top of the ember. “Stupid gloves don’t even work anyway.” You muttered slipping off the leather gloves and fanning your warm breath on your blue hands.

You content sigh filled the small room as the feeling in your fingers started to come back. Tommy always teased that you reminded him of a cat his mother had when he was younger, if there was a pocket of sun coming through the front window you would be there already bathing in its warmth. “What happened to the gloves I gave you for your birthday?” Tommy turned to face you as you sat beside him, kicking your legs up on the wood bench.

“That’s a good question for Ellie.” You cocked an eye his way, an annoyed groan falling from your mouth. You loved that girl like she was family, and you seemed to grow on her instantly. Which had many perks like having someone to tag team when it came to teasing the Miller brothers, someone to keep you company on those late nights when you were both home alone. But you drew the line when it came to your gloves.

The two of you were content sitting for a moment to find your bearings. As the cracking flames and howling snow filled winds muted the sound of approaching footsteps, that were silently creeping their way towards the hut where the two of you found yourselves in. Only alerting you of their presence as they kicked the door in, their guns already aimed at your heads before you could react. Knocking you both on the hard cement floor as you tried to speak, the air was snatched from your lungs as your chest collided on the ground.

You squirmed under the weight of the masked man that tied your arms behind you back, no matter how hard you struggled his grip was unrelenting. He let out a snicker as he pulled tighter on the ropes, the rough material pinching your skin.

“Asshole.”

Tommy on the other hand was quiet and calculated, watching their every move. Hunters never dared to get this close to Jackson, especially not in the winter. What were they up to?

He turned his attention back to you when he stopped hearing your voice, your eyes already on him, filled with worry. “We’re gonna be okay, alright?” He tried giving you a reassuring smile, wishing that he could hold you right now.

Boots echoed on the ground as the tension clearly rose with this man’s presence, he definitely had to be in charge. He was much bigger than the rest, almost look special ops with his helmet and thick bullet proof vest. The name Marshall was indented on the old badge, you wondered if that was always his vest, if the name belonged to him or not.

His eyes fell onto you for just a second too long, the bile in your stomach churned in disgust as he sent a smile your way.

“They had nothin’ useful, reckon these guys are from that town down south? They have guns and horses, wonder what else they got.”

“Potentially, I think they’d give us what we need. If they were persuaded enough.”

“N-no don’t fucken touch me!” You spat as two men approached you, fighting against the hands that grabbed your shoulders. Your legs kicked wildly in the air as you tried to writhe out of the strings arms that carried you away from Tommy.

“Please, I’ll get whatever you need, but don’t do this.” Tommy pleaded, his eyes watering in fear, just the thought of you getting taken away from him scared him to death. But he was ignored, your screams faded as they dragged you outside and out of his line of vision.

��Deal with him, you know what to do.”

. . .

Tommy woke up alone, something that gave him no ease. His head throbbed as he tried to stand, already shouting your name. Ignoring how the room spun around him as he made it outside, confirming that everything that happened before he was knocked out wasn’t some sick nightmare. It was real, you were gone.

He hoped that he hadn’t been unconscious for long, the sun was thankfully still in the sky, the maroon sunset was soon approaching. You were still closer, they couldn’t have taken you far.

Fucken hunters.

Tommy’s heart thumped in his chest as he called out for you for what felt like the hundredth time, fear grew in his chest the longer he didn’t see you. With no response again he ran towards the forests tree line, he had to find you. With no horse or weapons or even a plan he left in search of you.

Fuck how did he mess everything up so badly? This was what he was worried about happening to you, he should’ve left in the morning on his own, before either you or Maria could yell at him about it. He didn’t care if you hated him after this but he was never going to put you in harms way ever again. And that was a promise.

Your scream danced against the trees as it travelled to find Tommy, when he heard it for the first time his heart stopped in his chest. He ran towards the direction of your voice in a blinded fury, absolutely no idea what it was he was running into with nothing to protect himself. For all he knew there could be a whole camp full of people and he wouldn’t care, only seeing red.

His hurried footsteps slowed when he caught sight of an old farmhouse in the distance. Your horses were tied up to the fence post at the front, the people that took you were here. The smoke pouring from the chimney told him the building was occupied.

The wooden door bounced off the wall after being slammed open in Tommy’s rage. For a brief moment he paused, expecting to be ambushed upon his arrival. Only to be met with bodies scattered around the room, it was a brutal sight. Blood dried as it rolled down the walls, pooling on the hardwood floor under his boots. It only made the fear inside home grow, whether or not he would find you along with the others.

He was ripped from his worries when the sound of a struggle echoed down the stairs, after taking a discarded pistol he ascended frantically. Screaming your name as he searched each room for you, his hand grasping onto the pistol till his knuckles whitened. All of the worst possible outcomes flashed into his head but he was determined to find you even if it was the last thing he did.

Out of all the situations he thought of, he didn’t know if this was worse. Your agonising screams that fell out your mouth with every blow. The corroded pipe that you held onto or dear life as it collided with one of the hunters skulls.

Tommy froze as you swung your arm down once more, the warm blood tricked down your hand as it shook. He didn’t recognise the wild look in your eyes, almost as if it was someone else in control of your body. Guilt crept up inside him, if only he was here earlier. Then maybe the glimmer of hope in your eyes wouldn’t be missing.

That was something Tommy admired about you, after losing so much you never lost your sense of humanity, well until now that is.

The bang from from you dropping the pipe in your hand cut through the silence like a scolding blade. He softly called your name, although he doubted you even heard him.

The room was dead silent, Tommy’s steps were slow and precise as he approached you. Like a wild and scared animals that’s cornered, he was unsure of how you would react.

Your head spun around abruptly to face him, bottom lip quivering as tears fell down your cheek. His mouth moved as he spoke to you but all you could hear was a high-pitched ringing, whether it was from the gun going off near your head earlier or the adrenaline rushing through you.

“It’s okay baby, you’re okay. I’m here.” Tommy whispered into your hair as he knelt down to envelope you, he told himself that he was never letting you go again.

“I-they were going to-“ You tried to swallow the ever growing lump in your throat in your throat as you thought about the past few hours in disgust. Letting your head fall onto his shoulders you could really comprehend that he was here, Tommy found you.

“Your safe baby, I promise.” Tommy brought his hand to hold your head, holding back his own tears as you cried, He tried to hide how petrified he was, you were still shaking in fear even in the safety of his arms. Your blood curdling scream was still sending chills down his spine.

He should’ve been the one to kill all these assholes, it meant holding up the structural belief you had that there were still good people in the world, he would kill anybody.

“C’mon sweetheart, let’s get you home yeah?” He smiled at you sadly, it broke his heart seeing you so broken and defeated, he had never seen you like this before. You nodded softly in response, you couldn’t stay here a second longer. Your throat was on fire, you doubted any noise would come out anyway.

. . .

Your trembling arms were wrapped tightly around Tommy’s torso the entire ride home. With your head resting on his shoulder blade you watched the sun fall behind the mountains, you felt so numb as the adrenaline began to wear off. After everything, you felt so hopeless that you couldn’t believe you thought you were capable of all this.

“M’gonna stay home for a few days, hows that sound baby?” Tommy continued to talk to you despite your lack of response, he wasn’t going to push you but he also wasn’t going to give up.

The welcoming lights of Jackson came into view, filling you with very little relief. You dreaded the confused looks and questions you would receive from the townsfolk. Just the thought of it made the panic creep back up your chest, you couldn’t be around these people right now, let alone anyone for that matter. You cringe at how pathetic you sounded, reminding you how pitiful Tommy looked when he found you.

So when the horse stopped in the stables you were off in seconds, walking in the direction of you and Tommy’s shared home. The ringing in your ear masked the calls of your name from Tommy. He let out a huff of air from his nose in annoyance before following you down the street. A deep crease remerging on his head as you picked up your pace.

Tommy called out for again as he walked into an empty living room, only to be met with the sound of your bedroom door being slammed shut.

What felt like a smack to the face was going to open the door only to find that it was locked. Tommy Leto it an exhausted sigh as his head dipped against the wood, your muffled tears leaked through the cracks. You never pushed him away like this before and it was honestly breaking him, he wanted nothing more than to comfort you. He didn’t care if he had to hold you in his arms till they ached, he would do it for you. Tommy called out your name again, more defeated than the last dozen times he had today. “Baby please let me in, I-I don’t know how else to help you.” His voice shook as he felt tears beginning to brim.

God he didn’t even want to think how much pain you were in, he doesn’t even know what happened. He wasn’t really sure he wanted to either. Tommy was met with no response again, he was going to wait right here, for as long you needed him too.

. . .

It was early in the morning when he heard a creak of the door opening behind him, startling him out of his light sleep. The sun was beginning to pour into the hallway through the now open door to your bedroom, peeking inside he saw the small silhouette that was you. Sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, your eyes stared out the window, soaking the sun as if it would magically heal you.

Tommy doubted that you had slept much either, your red eyes indicated you most likely spent it crying. He wished you let him hold you, that you knew that you didn’t have to do this alone. It reminded him from when he enlisted in the army, the first time he took a life. It took everything in him to not go back home, but the fear that you would turn him away made him worried he’d never get to see you again. For so long he felt like a monster that he didn’t deserve happiness. Yet you continued to love him, even after everything that he did after that.

Kneeling in front of you he placed a firm hand on your knee, letting the calloused skin alert you that he was here. “Talk to me baby, please.” Tommy breathed out, engulfing your hands in he looked up at you softly. The dark bangs under his eyes told you that this had been just as hard for him as it had for you. You had probably put him through hell and he was still just as patient.

God you loved him so much.

“I was just— I thought I was going to die.” Your voice trembled as the tears continued to fall down your cheeks, you were surprised there were still some left. Remembering how scared you were after taking down the first hunter, the bruises that he left on your forearm where he tried to pry your arms from around his neck were a dark shade of purple.

“You were right though, I should’ve listened to you and just stayed here.” Wiping your tears on Tommy’s shirt sleeve that you wore, you thought it would been easier. Taking out all the men that tried to kill you only seemed to make you feel worse. You know you shouldn’t have, but you wondered if they had any family waiting for them back wherever home was.

You were so fucken stupid.

“N-no, ain’t none of this is your fault y’hear me? It was either you or them, I-I know it’s hard but you made the right choice.”

“How can that be the right choice Tommy? They’re all dead because of me, me!” You pointed an accusing finger at your chest, your sadness now turning into anger with yourself. He wondered how long you were thinking this, that you were a bad person because in his eyes you were perfect. It was those assholes that put you in danger that were the monsters.

“Yeah and they would’ve done the same to you, but that’s the world we live in. You can’t let it take over.”

“I don’t know if I can stop it.” Your head shook quickly, your voice trembling in between tears. “You can baby, I know it’s hard but—“

“No!” You almost sound pained, ripping away from Tommy’s hands you placed them on your face, wiping away more tears. “Every time I close my eyes I just see him, everything that I did Tommy-“

“It’s not fair I know, but your gonna get through this. I promise.” Now it was his turn to interrupt you, he didn’t need to hear it all this second, right now he just needed to let you cry.

Your shoulders shook as you fell into the arms of your boyfriend safe embrace, who whispered sweet nothings into your hair. You knew you were always safe when you were with him, there was never a doubt of that in your mind.

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megafaunatic · 1 year ago

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fic writer meme

ty claire @microcomets for the tag!!!!

How many works do you have on Ao3?

seventy three !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! jesus christ lol

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

five hundred twelve thousand three hundred AND THREE human words. PLUS some comics

3. What fandoms do you write for?

whateber catches my fancy... mostly danmei these days but 🤫 perhaps a new world in the works soon

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

oh jeez lol

you asleep and dreaming

atlas

linger in the sun

take me by the waist to the water (<- this one's having a renaissance these days bc of the donghua, by far the most kudos per day)

this tornado loves you

the people love wangxian!

5. Do you respond to comments?

VERY RARELY... i try to respond asap to anyone who asks about translating (i LOVE TRANSLATIONS) but other than that i feel very shy about replying to comments LOL 😵‍💫😵‍💫 even though i love when authors respond to MY comments...

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

for a while i wrote a lot of "missing scene" wangxians where it's just like a moment or a handful of moments in the middle of the action, and i think all of them have implicit angsty endings: because they're just a missing scene, and there's no continuation, you understand that "having that conversation"/"kissing or almost kissing then" changes nothing in the greater arc... wei wuxian still gives jiang cheng his golden core, is still reviled and then killed... etc... but definitely the angstiest fic i've written remains flightless bird which cair read and then immediately blocked out of their mind forever

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

MOST Of my fics that aren't the above missing scene fics are happy endings. some faves include no other waters and to be a good companion, both post-tyk happy endings; at least in this lifetime, my most recent take on mdzs happy ending; a lot's gonna change, a wedding fic which was written in honor of most beloved friends mary + aubrey's actual real life wedding (and actual real life happy ending)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not really lol probably once a year i'll get a rude comment that i immediately delete and go "? lol" about. i was NOT victimized by shino which >:/ okay... excluding me...

9. Do you write smut?

teehee

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written?

ive really only written one crossover (atlas: wangxian + hualian) which got it all out of my system. crossovers are hard to do well especially when all the things i'm into are in world structures that can't easily overlap

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no fics "stolen" as in reposted wholesale (TO MY KNOWLEDGE?) but definitely i used to notice some plagiarism here and there when wangxian was really popping! mostly specific turns of phrase/passages but sometimes whole concepts. also one time i tweeted a funny hualian thread about hua cheng purring and then a couple days later i decided i want to whip it up into a fic and then like 3 hours after i posted the fic i went and checked the tag (these were the days that you could check the tag more than once a day) and someone had posted their own fic that was just beat-for-beat my original thread. uncredited obviously. lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

YES AND I ACTUALLY KEEP A CHERISHED SPREADSHEET OF ALL THE TRANSLATIONS!!!! like claire, mostly spanish/russian/chinese. most exciting tls for me personally are the persian and turkish ones

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

NO!!!!!!! I'M TOO UNRELIABLE AND OVERPROTECTIVE!!!!!!! every time zoë and miriam or fey and fer talk about how much they love co-writing i'm like omg. wish i were constitutionally capable of doing such an activity. but i'm not

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

THE SCHOONER WINDFALL OF OCRACOKE ISLAND!!!!!!!!! ROLL THE CLIP!!!!!!!!!!!!

no uhh idk passions come and go! once i get Particularly Into a ship i'll come back and read fics for it years later... every ship fills a different niche in my heart...

15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

(HUGE BOLD LETTERS) pacific rim wangxian au i miss you so bad

also inception au wenzhou fic but that feels more likely to be finished... maybe one day...

16. What are your writing strengths?

precision + beauty of language; i am really funny; i'm good at choreography

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

PLOT :( PACING :(

18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

I LOVE IT!!!!!!!! i like it the most when i personally can understand it LMFAO but like really well-written bilingual writing where you DON'T have to speak the second language in order to get the gist of what's being said - either bc of elegant/subtle translation in the narration or bc of context - is sooo good and so hard to do well

OR i love lianzi's approach to translation in her shl chinese restaurant au (ONE OF THE FUNNIEST FICS OF ALL TIME) where some of the text is written in chinese and you hover over it for the english translation

19. First fandom you wrote for?

technically les mis but that doesn't count. jojo's bizarre adventure

20. Favorite fic you have written?

ummmmm mmmm hmmmmm hmmmmm. at any given time i mostly like my most recent fics the best but i do think our eyes on the road is particularly enduring - i love a lot of the landscape writing i did in that one, i think i captured the vibe of "late winter in new england" particularly well!

I TAG... @cairoscene @vinelark @houtaroo @fruitdaze AND @uhuraisgay

#ask meme

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jinkicake · 2 years ago

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Needy Touches

You get affected by the gold hellfire newt syrup ((or,,, you get affected by an aphrodisiac kekeke)).

Barbatos, Lucifer, Mammon x Reader

A/N: this came from a long line of word vomit -hence the double luci mention bc i could not figure out how i wanted to write this-.... i also tried writing a version where the reader eats enchanted pudding but i didnt finish it soooo perhaps ill post that later.... i just desperately needed barbatos smut

WC - 2.2kish

SMUT // NSFW ((reader w a pussy lol))

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Barbatos

“Barbatos,”

The loyal servant smells you before he sees you. His eyes widen as his entire body flushes with an untamable heat. Why do you smell so sweet? Within his chest, his heart thrashes against the confines of his ribs. The air becomes thick with flavor and Barbatos can barely think under these tense circumstances.

“Please, I need you,” From where you call just outside his door, Barbatos is quick to invite you inside his room. He slams the wooden door closed before pushing you up against it. His forked tail instantly wraps around both of your ankles and pins you firmly in place. The demon isn’t sure what has affected you like this but he can tell that your hormones must be getting the better of you.

You’re nearly panting under his touch and he hasn’t even done anything drastic to you yet.

“It hurts, help me please,” Your begs start to become incoherent as you focus on undressing your lover, you find your way underneath his dress shirt and nearly moan at the feeling of his abdomen under the pads of your fingers. “fuck me-”

Barbatos is a level-headed demon, not much can throw him off track. There is supposedly nothing that can throw him off track. Well, nothing except for you. This shouldn’t, and doesn’t, come as a surprise to him. Of course, a human is the thing to push the obedient demon over the edge.

He drags you across his room, pushing you until you reach his bed. Barbatos is the first to fall back against the mattress but he quickly pulls you on top of him and into his lap. His sturdy hands rip down your pajama shorts and his finger comes into contact with the thin essence covering your thighs.

“Use me,” Barbatos orders, he reacts all too quickly as the only thing keeping him from mounting you like an animal is the promise of your cunt on his face. “beloved, please.” He doesn’t have to tell you twice as you move up his body within seconds and don’t hesitate to sit on his face. You don’t have the time to feel embarrassed when your body is burning up inside.

“Oh!” You squeak as his tongue quickly runs up and down your slit before wiggling into your entrance. Barbatos has a monster of a tongue and he makes use of it to fuck you. He’s trying with his entire being to get as much of your taste on his tongue as he possibly can. His mind is torn between giving you your pleasure and hogging it all for himself.

Your cunt tightly squeezes around his muscle while your hips rut against his face, perfectly aligning your clit with his nose to get just the right friction. It’s all so messy and sloppy, nothing like what you’re usually used to with Barbatos. But, you can’t get enough of it. His fingers dig into your thighs to help you move against his face, back and forth until you’re squirming and aching all over him.

He’s determined to see you spent tonight, utterly used with nothing left to give. Barbatos is a greedy demon and he burns with intense pleasure to see you satisfied.

Lucifer

“You drank the hellfire wine, didn’t you?” Lucifer glares down at your trembling form and his intimidating stance almost makes you start to drool. There is nothing more attractive right now than Lucifer with his large arms crossed over his thick chest. Your thighs press together painfully at the sight.

The older demon sighs, he can smell your arousal leaking out of you in buckets. It’s affecting him terribly but by some miracle, he has been able to hold it together.

“I informed you beforehand what that syrup does to humans, must you ignore every warning I provide you?” Lucifer grunts at the headache taking the forefront of his brain, he can’t focus with your scent hanging heavily in the air. All too quickly he comes aware of just how sweet you smell. Despite the lecture on his lips, he gets distracted by the thick tears pooling in your eyes.

The sight nearly causes the old man to coo.

“My dearest love, you just want to be fucked, don’t you?” He murmurs as he takes you in his arms, his hands grab ahold of your biceps and pull you into his chest. “How badly do you need me?” In this moment of desire, Lucifer needs to hear how you ache for him. His poor, sweet human.

“So badly, Luci,” You moan the nickname and claw at his abdomen, desperately trying to get rid of the clothes still adorning his body. “fuck me, please.” Begging becomes second nature as you plead and plea with all your might. You might end up succumbing to your knees as you focus all your energy on praying for this one thing.

Lucifer’s pretty patience snaps at your devotion.

He can’t decide between fucking you exactly how you need or letting you take what you need.

“Will you ride me until you’re satisfied or do you wish for me to fuck you until you can no longer speak?” His fingers squeeze your hips almost painfully, forcing your hips to grind against his own. Your head falls back with a moan and Lucifer wets his lips at the sight of your bare neck on display.

“I need you to fuck me, Lucifer.” You plead and before you know it, he has you bent over his table.

Lucifer makes quick work of finding a pace that satisfies your desires. He thrusts in and out of your tight cunt quickly, but it only makes the burning fire inside of you even hotter. His grunts and the sounds of your skin slapping against each other have you gasping out for air. You pathetically try to meet his thrusts but are unable to keep up with his fierce pace.

Within the handful of minutes Lucifer has been fucking you, you’ve already convulsed around his cock twice. Your body keeps making work of searching for pleasure, and it seems that with each orgasm your desire for Lucifer only becomes stronger. In the back of your mind, you can hear exactly what you need, you yearn for Lucifer to find his release. You cum again to the mouthwatering idea of the demon finishing inside of you and then licking it out. You need it and you’re determined to get it.

“Lucifer, cum in me,”

Mammon

Mammon isn’t really sure how his night got like this, you in his lap mewling and begging for his attention. But, he isn’t necessarily complaining about the situation either.

“Hey! Watch where you’re touching!” He squeaks as your wandering hands travel lower and lower across his abdomen, no doubt in search of his belt. “What is up with you today?” Mammon swallows deeply as he takes a closer look at you, there is an intense heat radiating off your body as you practically shake in his lap. The demon would be a fool not to see the flush dusting across your face that spreads to the tips of your ears. “(Y/N), are you okay?”

Concern takes over him as he tightly grabs your shoulders and forces you to face him. He’s your first after all, your wellbeing means more to him than any other demon in Devildom. Mammon nearly kicks himself for not taking note of your current state earlier. In the midst of his mental scolding, you moan at his strong touch. It’s quiet and barely slips past your lips but’s more than enough to catch on Mammon’s ears.

His entire body twitches with need at the sound. A primal need to take care of his human, to satisfy his human, to please his human.

Mammon’s mouth runs dry as he looks you over again. This time he notices how you’re subtly grinding on his thigh, he feels the damp patch growing against his thick pants. He’s hard in an instant.

“You’re-” He pauses, swallowing shortly to rethink his words. “you’re leaking?” You momentarily freeze at this and the demon cringes at himself so hard that his entire body falls back against his sofa.

Thank god, you’re too far gone in your own pleasure to care.

“Mammon, help me, it burns-” Your cries fill his concerns up sky high and the demon has half a mind to go and grab his older brother because Mammon knows nothing about the human body. The second born hates to see you in pain and harming you even more is the last thing he would ever want. “stop thinking and fuck me!”

“Huh?” Mammon stops in his panic and freezes all over, he doesn’t move an inch as you throw his belt across the room and yank his pants down his muscular thighs. He lets you take what you need, watches with an intense desire as you flip your skirt up and grab ahold of his excited cock.

The demon ends up moaning louder than you once you start to fuck him, bouncing in his lap to satisfy your own needs. Nothing about this is for Mammon and the demon loves it.

“More, yeah like that,” His hips squirm under your touch, bucking up to meet your own pace while you dig your nails into his shoulders.

“This is about me, Mammon,” You breathe into his ear, whimpering at the feeling of his hands migrating down to your ass. The demon finally gets an ounce of control as he helps you bounce in his lap, angling his cock inside of your tight cunt to make you see stars. “you’re here to help me.”

The secondborn wouldn’t have it any other way.

Lucifer (the original thing i wrote for him hehehe,, i didnt think it was smutty enough so i rewrote it -and honestly, i just might write an entire thing for this because lucifer is so hot-)

“What is wrong with you?” Lucifer bites as he glares down at your trembling form. Had this been any other occasion Lucifer would have taken you to the closest private space available to fuck your brains out but, he isn’t blessed with that luck today. The demon castle is currently filled with far too many people and it would be near impossible to sneak away. He can’t understand why you’re acting this way. You’re practically trying to jump him amongst all these demons.

Lucifer narrows his eyes at you before taking a subtle whiff of your scent and just the slight inhale causes his entire body to stiffen as he instantly feels all the blood in his body rush into his boxers. How on earth did he not notice it before?

“You need to be fucked, don’t you?” He coos into your ear as he tightly wraps his large hand around your wrist. Lucifer drags you out of the ballroom, ignoring every person who tries to stop him. He brings you to an empty hallway before ushering you roughly into an old abandoned room filled with trinkets that haven’t been touched in centuries. You’re not too focused on anything other than the demon in front of you. “Let me guess, you drank the hellfire wine, didn’t you?”

You nod eagerly and try to ignore your guilty conscious, ignore how you messed up the evening.

“Dearest, you know what that does to humans. I warned you beforehand.” He starts a lecture, one that you know could go on for hours but you don’t have the hours to wait, not when you’re working up a sweat and your thighs have begun to tremble. There’s a wet heat aching between your thighs and you only become more and more uncomfortable as time goes on.

“I didn’t know what it looked like!” Your eyes pathetically fill up with thick tears and Lucifer nearly awes at the sight. It seems he’s being too hard on you.

“Calm down, my pet.” He quietly murmurs against your forehead as he steps closer to you, placing either of his hands on your biceps. “You just want to cum, don’t you? You need release so badly, poor thing,” From his words alone, you swear you could cum. All over again your body starts to tremble. “I’ve got you, human, I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

When Lucifer promises something, he always delivers.

His clothes are discarded in seconds and you’re sure you zoned out all the way until he pulled you into his lap and lined his cock up with your entrance. You don’t remember your own clothes coming off or how he got to sucking on your breasts so earnestly. All you can focus on is his hard cock now fully inside of you. Your movements are messy and rushed, you take full control as Lucifer leans back in the leather chair.

You’re bouncing thoughtfully in his lap, loudly mewling and moaning at how full you feel. The entire time since you got your hands on that wine, you’ve been on edge. Lucifer can bring you bliss within seconds but you know that tonight, it won’t be enough. You’ll have to use him the whole night until you’re both utterly spent, until you’re forced to be peeled off of his cock.

Anticipation grows in Lucifer’s stomach with a smile on his lips to match, oh he’s looking forward to this.

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