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Lucifer sat in the dimly lit luxury of his penthouse, the faint glow of the city seeping through the panoramic windows. A glass of whiskey, untouched, sat in his hand, the ice long since melted. His usually pristine demeanor had given way to an uncharacteristic dishevelment—his tie undone, shirt half unbuttoned, and hair falling messily across his forehead.

For someone who once reveled in his hedonistic pursuits, who could charm anyone he desired with a single glance, he now found himself in uncharted territory. The thought alone was maddening. Women had always been easy—too easy—but now, every face, every touch, every whisper that wasn’t hers felt hollow. A dry spell wasn’t merely inconvenient for Lucifer Morningstar—it was a cosmic joke.

His fingers ran through his hair, tugging slightly as if to dispel the tension coiling in his chest. Desire burned beneath his skin, insistent and unwelcome, like a song stuck on repeat. It wasn’t that he couldn’t have someone else; it was that he didn’t want anyone else.

Hel.

The name rolled through his mind like thunder, a storm he couldn’t escape. She was infuriating, cold, and unyielding, yet in her presence, he had felt more alive than he had in centuries. She had done something no one else ever had—she had rejected him, pushed him away, and left him craving something far deeper than fleeting passion. It wasn’t just desire; it was the ache of wanting her.

And the worst part? He knew she was right to push him away. He had tried to charm her, to win her, but Hel had seen through the Devil’s tricks. He could try to understand, to justify, to rationalize, but in his state, none of it mattered. He wanted her. Fighting against logic was one thing, but warring against his heart, his mind, and his unrelenting desire was an entirely different battle—and one he was losing.

His fingers clenched around the glass, frustration mounting as the weight of his emotions bore down on him. “Bloody ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath, standing abruptly and pacing the room. His bare feet sank into the plush carpet, but even that small comfort did little to soothe him.

He stopped in front of the mirror, staring at his own reflection. His wings were hidden, but the memories of their return still lingered—her touch, her power, the way she had made him feel whole for the briefest of moments. He hated that he missed her. No, not her. Hel. His Hel. He had no right to stake a claim, but he did anyway.

Lucifer’s jaw tightened as he ran his thumb across his bottom lip, the motion instinctive. Every part of him burned with need—not just for the physical release he could so easily find elsewhere, but for the connection he had discovered only with her. He wanted to blame her, to curse her name for making him feel this way, but deep down, he knew the truth: Hel had ruined him in the best and worst ways.

He slammed the glass down on the table, the sound shattering the silence. His shoulders sagged as he leaned against the edge, closing his eyes. Desire coursed through him, unrelenting, but no matter how strong it was, it would never be enough—not if it wasn’t her.

“Get a grip, Lucifer,” he muttered, shaking his head. Yet even as he said it, he knew it was futile. There was no escaping this. She had ensnared him completely, against her will, despite her warnings, and he had happily walked into the snare. Like a plover bird stepping into the muzzle of a beast, he was blissfully trapped.

For the first time in his long existence, the Devil himself didn’t know what to do.

Resigned, angry, and humiliated by his own weakness, he undid his belt. If Hel wouldn’t have him, if he couldn’t have her, then he would do what he must to quiet the storm within.

Alone.

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So. I was doing an anatomy study and i like drawing Hans’ stupid sideburns so I threw his stupid shithead on there. It was fun.

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He laughed. Her nervousness was endearing, but he had seen the fire on her. He knew it was an act of control, but if she wanted to challenge him, so be it.

He grabs her by the sides and picks her up with ease. She's pushed into his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

He was trained to carry unconscious people like this, it was easy to swing her, and he expected her to kick, scream, and hit him, still a challenge is a challenge and he was laughing with mirth as he went, he put her on top of her beloved scrolls, they are crushed, scattered, the table moving sends ink flying away. "Para que veas que yo no juego Chiquita." he warns and his eager lips find her neck that he lavished hungrily, he wanted to hear her protest and cuss him after the mischief he had committed.

His plan was to dive onto her plum breasts, but, as playful as this is he also wanted to make sure she had the opportunity to say no and stop the action should she want to. Hence why he didn't take her mouth, satisfied that every time he raises the bar she has been raising it right back.

When they break the kiss, her head spins from excitement and opens her eyes, her cheeks blushing while she listens to Hans but then pouts, visibly annoyed. She scoffs. "Estás delirando si crees que soy de esas chicas que te va a obedecer en decirte así. No me manda usted, príncipe." Malina leans in a little closer and tries to peck his lips again but he steps back, making her frown.

Malina has the urge to grab his wrist and drag him back to her until he says that and undoes his buttons. Her heart beats fast in her chest and she gulps, feeling extremely nervous at what might happen in this room. "¡¿C-cómo que en dónde?! ¿¡Pues qué piensas hacer?!" She asks and glances at the desk and at her scrolls. She had thought this was only a mere make out session, but she'd never thought he'd want more from her. Color her surprised.

Malina gets more nervous the more he pressures her so she replies quick, trying to not sound so jittery and decides to risk it. "¡Y todavía me presionas! No te creo capaz de hacerle algo a mi trabajo, así que a ver, quiero ver que me des ahí en la mesa."

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from the bottom of my heart, please know, that i’d appreciate being slammed against a wall with your hand down my pants and your breath against my neck saying that I am yours and only yours

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Anna and Elsa in frozen.

포즈는 모 사진작가님의 사진을 참조했어요.

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"Oh my god, Eric, are you okay?" Hans asked, worry evident in his voice as he quickly removed his cock from the barrel, tilting it gently so the lid would loosen, allowing Eric to exit.

He fussed over his partner, his face filled with contrition. "I didn’t think you’d peek," he said, exasperated. "Why did you? I sang an entire song about blowing it—didn't it occur to you I was trying to hint at something?" He chastised the dark-haired man, his tone a mix of concern and mild frustration.

"Let me see," Hans continued, panic creeping into his voice. "Oh god, what am I going to do if people start calling you ‘Eric-One-Eye’ because of me?" He was genuinely worried.

"Maybe we need to wash it… I mean, we’ve been running, and it was sweaty," he added, trying to focus on practical solutions despite his nervousness.

Eric wiggled in the barrel enough that he could hug his knees, but didn't have room for much else. He held his breath as footsteps echoed on the floor in front of him. Then they stopped, and Eric waited.

But suddenly the world shook and gravity reversed, sending him toppling headlong in a scramble of his own body inside the vessel. He kicked up the bottom (top) of the barrel to no avail.

"Damn it, Hans--hey!" He yelled, banging on the wooden walls with what little room he had for his fist. But of course Hans ignored him.

Eric groaned, shimmying a little to each side, listening to Hans sing him a sea shanty as he finally got upright again, this time on his knees. With the lid of the barrel underneath him, he wasn't leaving any time soon, and had to suffer through the sea shanty while wiping sweaty hair off his face and getting his bearings.

He ran his hand along the barrel and felt cork blocking a hole. He peered closer, preparing to pop it off himself, but Hans did it for him and light poured in. Eric drew his face closer to see where he was and--

"--ow! That was my eye!" Eric recoiled, covering his eye with hsi hand before realizing that cold sensation that poked right in his face was none other than his lover's piercing. His only piercing.

"You shoved your cock in my eye!"

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Lucifer smiled at the chirp and hissed at the shoulder bite, a grin on his face and all. He was not expecting her to be able to pierce his skin so that was surprising in its own right, delightful even. Sure the other chomps have left marks but there was more going on when they did, perhaps he's marked him before and they just didn't notice it, perhaps this was the first, and the way he shuddered at the lick on the wound, he hummed, delighted. She probably felt his back arch towards her, and his wings

The taste of him in her mouth was intoxicating as he returned that kiss just as ardently. If he was lucky this was just the beginning of round two, what he couldn't imagine was exactly how many times they would go.

More than 10 he thinks he's not sure, the count is lost, he's died more times than he could count, and every time he returns he's a bit out of it he's been putting lines on the nightstand when his hand hangs by it. He has to remember to wipe those before leaving home. But certainly, he's close to giving up himself.

There's not an inch of his skin that hasn't been bitten, his healing is still way above superhuman, his mouth feels dry and that's a new experience, his lips are a bit chapped and there are other parts of his that protest more, like his back, or his wings that are missing a few feathers by this point they look like they have been dragged all over the place, ruffled.

Come on now Lucifer he hypes himself up You can do it.

You can't tap out. His chest heaves, he's exhausted, maybe if he only rests for a moment, yes, that's it. A bit of a respite and then back on the saddle.

Hel sighed contentedly as he came down around her. He was warm and she kinda liked being weighed down. Did like being beneath him. And those wings? She shivered as their preternaturally softness tickled her very soul.

"Oh?" Hel asked but it sounded weirdly like the little Mrhp? Chirp animals do when mischief is afoot. She was not a violent person by nature. Ironically. But what good were such pretty little fangs if one could not get some good chomps in?

Taking a cue from him, Hel wriggled enough that she could properly reach and sunk her teeth into his shoulder. If he had caught a glimpse of her, he would've seen the most wonderstruck grin on her little face.

She hadn't meant to draw blood. But she'd be a liar if she said having done so didn't make her want to devour him. It shouldn't have surprised her that his blood was sweet but it might've surprised him, the way she softly moaned as she licked at the puncture wound left by her previously gentle teeth.

The taste of light and life and power was like a honey sweet nectar on her tongue. She reveled in the taste even as she understood it meant her marks would fade faster and the hunger in her eyes when she moved to kiss him was intense.

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Being fingered by someone under a blanket while you're watching a movie…. whispering filthy things into your ear while you're softly grinding against their hand…..