[Didn't Fault Him A Fumble. Lucifer's Style Of Dress Had SO Many Buttons And The Layers Were Not A Small

Praise kink Degradation kink

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“You’re doing so well, you’re just a little whore aren’t you?”

“My pretty, brainless doll”

“You look pretty when you’re a struggling, desperate mess”

“That’s it, keep going you dumb slut”

“You’re such a good slut”

one of my favorite things is something i heard a long time ago.

paper bondage.

its where you make cuffs out of strips of paper taped together and if the cuffs break, the scene is over. so your sub has to do everything in their power to keep their hands together and not to break the cuffs. so its completely mental bondage.

anyone wanna try it?

fucking someone to the point they go from talking back and being bratty to being a nonverbal whimpering mess is a need

"My, my." He did tease. He was going to tease just a little. Make sure she came out the other side spicy. "Didn't even need to touch nothin'." Clit or inside bundle of nerves. It was cute. In that deplorable way things are cute.

He was delightedly ego stroked. Letting her insides milk at his fingers until she settled down and his hand was coated. "Must've really left you unattended too long." A lazy hum while he eased fingers out. Letting her go a moment to peel gloves off and toss them away.

Followed by giving her a roll onto her back where he could comfortably lean over her and give her the begged for kiss. Deep and lingering with plenty of passion laced and passed along her tongue until he knew he'd leave her a tad breathless. "Alright, all yours now, 'Rene."

As promised.

Irene mewls her protest at having her efforts to touch him thwarted, made worse by the fact that he had stopped rubbing her clit. She’d slick herself against his finger in defiance as he captured her hand behind her back, giving him a bit of a dirty look.

“Lucife-ah~!” Her whine is cut off by a small gasp as he sinks those gloved fingers into her, eyes rolling up some as her free hand curled in the sheets. She’d supply him with plenty of sound, moans falling as easily as the wet shlicks made by his fingers. She’d press more against his hand, her walls clenching more around his fingers as he spoke of being all hers.

“Yes yes oh Lucifer yes!” She cries, head thrown back in bliss. She whimpers, attempting to look back at him before just burying her face into the blankets as her legs began to squeeze together. She could feel it coiling in her belly, her legs shaking with the effort as she tried to fight the feeling. She didn’t want to cum already! It’d undoubtedly stoke his ego far more than it needed and she could almost already hear the teasing about how needy she was for him.

However there was only so much she could do in the face of a force of nature and with a cry into the bed and a jerk of her body, she fell into the crashing wave of endorphins. Her body trembled, walls clenching rhythmically against his fingers with small pulsing squirts of slick soaking his wrist and palm. Irene lifts her head to make a soft needy noise towards him, wordlessly begging for kisses as her legs twitched.

break me

break me different

break me safe

break me hard

break me soft

i have cracks and the crevices need new glue

"I don't neeeed--" Thumb pad found his glans and his breath hitched hard. His thigh was still echoing pain to him and it reverbed off the slick friction given. He didn't need prep, that's the sort of horrid masochist he was.

"As if there's patience for this shit!" He snapped finally followed by a gasp as the mix skittered along his spine. Restless as the rest of him. "There's lubricant in my fuuuuucking suit coat." He added as he reminded himself people did not generally like to physically destroy their partners.

He was no stranger to the roughness of sex, of walking away a little bloody after an encounter.

But conversely, he hadn't exactly cleared much with Lucifer, though did know he healed. Was going by 'he's powerful and would be able to stop him if he really crossed a line' and 'he decided to fuck around with a werewolf' and just doing his best here.

Amused when he figures out what the pattern is on the underwear. Seemed different to what he was used to for the Fallen.

"Not sure you have patience to prep if wanting that," he'd rumble out at Lucifer's nice little cry from the bite. Had to move his mouth off the thigh, but he'd certainly left some bruises there and some shallow scrapes where his teeth had dragged.

Gonna tease his claws on his free hand under Lucifer's boxer briefs, swipe one of those textured paw pads on his thumb tip across the wet head of his cock.

[The kiss makes him more tense somehow. Like a coiling spring in a music box.

Comes loose like one, lashing sharp edges, when the kiss breaks and Pride speaks. Like he'd been waiting for some kind of permission to do it, he got fistful of the Sin's shirt collar and shoved him back and up into the wall he'd mentioned before.

Not to choke him. Just to pin him and have him held up the couple inches to his fucking comfort level to kiss him again.

At some point between the first and second kiss, heat had gotten into his eyes. A consuming fire sort of heat.

Matched the way the kiss stole from Pride's influence as much as his lungs.]

[ If Pride had dialed into Lucifer’s need earlier with his requests, then those eyes were like having the realization slam into him like a truck that skidded on black ice. He was not so naive to think that others like himself were prone to emotion that they didn’t necessarily want. It was why Pride was ending up with violent attachments. And it dictated how he handled them. (Poorly, mainly.)

But he was not used to it being so obvious. And certainly not on Lucifer. It sent a weird sensation of violent, buzzing wasps in his chest and up into his ears, drowning out a lot of the already muted ambiance around them.

This wouldn’t do. Had he let his influence slip from the Fallen so badly??? Had he been THAT distracted? Or was it because he felt like he was no longer needed…?

It didn’t matter. What mattered now was how he would go about addressing it. Before the buzzing got louder.

Not looking away, he tucked the sunglasses into Lucifer’s pocket, for now. Didn’t want him hiding behind them again. But he soon reached up to take that face in his hands. Wouldn’t force him to meet his gaze before leaning forward to catch that mouth with his own. He’d seen enough of the staring. He’d let his influence seep in through the contact, digging through the well to feed Lucifer a quick dose before he pulled back just enough to say: ]

Take as much as you want. Whatever you need. [ He said lowly, encouraging even in his words as they tumbled warmly from his lips. ]

You and only you are worthy enough to have my All.

[Rook was a great sight. A more fantastic sound. Always attuned to noise more than anything. His husband really liked to talk and he really hit a sweet spot on praise and vocal-ity. Tended to make Lucifer’s spine tingle.

Had him taking a hand off hip to reach up and settle around Rook’s throat, pressing fingers along the man’s jaw and chin. Stare getting keen on his husband’s mouth. Palm against his throat. Holding without squeezing. though it was easy to brace the grip against resistance of collarbones at the same time to stop the same jostle he’d been enjoying. Make the thrusts a bit deeper and more jarring for Rook.

Leaning down and over him, against him, trapping member between stomachs, and kissing the man’s bottom lip. Making a very raw and pleased sound back. An entreating sound, too. He could rarely think around Rook’s body, but he did adore the man’s voice.]

morethanfoodporn​:

Not the most important bit, but, well, Duncan is a very handsome man an’ we’re lucky for him.

[ Rook would lick his lips, watching Lucifer strip, and then moaned, quickly getting fully hard in Lucifer’s grip, legs wrapping around behind the Fallen’s thighs. ]

Mmm, fuck– ‘course, luv.

[ He’d make a ‘come hither’ gesture and the drawer would open and the lube would quickly make its way to easy grabbing difference for Lucifer, hovering in place. ]

Been thinkin’ of me while y’workin’?

You ask as though you don’t waltz in here from time to time at your peak bonobo hours. [He drawled, voice husky, but steady. As he took up bottle and drizzled to slick the strokes around them both. A fun way to prep up.]

What I wanted is my Pride and pride back. [In a complex and layered way.

If he'd just...cooperate. As if Pride could read his mind. As it was, he hardly knew what he was looking for exactly.

Lucifer was constantly penned up that way. Water tight. Took a lot to spring a leak in him.

When Pride reached for the sunglasses, his own hand slowly slid down to Pride's neck. Those hands really had a way of getting all the way around things like arms and necks and even legs. He didn't squeeze, but it is a warning.

Pride could take them off. But he would have to be mindful what he found.]

[It was hard for Lucifer to look at what Pride tried to show him.

If nothing else he had always been 'light-bringer'. Even when his halo had turned into something of a black hole after the Fall. Until recently--he'd started giving off light around his edges again. Like a secret.

That wasn't what he was here to think about. He was back to being where he could look at Pride's mouth while he was speaking. He didn't sense a Lie, he realized, after a moment. Pride really did think he was Top Tier Hot Shit.

Still did. A shiver traveled up his spine, unbidden. He hid that with a trace of thumb pad over Pride's lips when he finished speaking. Pride though he was powerful and a force to reckon. At least right now. And back then.

There's another undercurrent to what Pride was telling him. He'd bow, would he? Kneel, too, he bet. Maybe not in front of anyone other than him. He knew that sentiment. Lucifer could count on one hand how many times he'd gotten on his own knees. Willingly, at least. It's a powerful notion that Lord of Boundless Ego himself would bow.

He almost hated this was working.]

Is that how you would talk to me if I fucked you against that wall? [He flicked a look toward said nearby wall then back to Pride's face again. Or would the praise be much more raw and personal, he wondered.]