Stressreliefx - Stress Relief

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?

Art by dachell_ART

Heeee lacked a return quip.

All he had was 'yes', and that sounded a little to eager for his sense of pride.

As it was he was struggling not to he noisy. He was getting spoiled on being treated this way. "Hngk! F-fuck!" A harsh gasp still came out of him at first. That's not a lot of prep work.

Not that the bit of lacing pain-pleasure heat did anything at all to inhabit a damn thing about his enjoyment. Just coiled around his nervous system right along side the nails along his front that made him do a very sensual arch of his back. Body trying to meet two things at once between nails and the cock taking his voice away from him--quick and unforgiving.

He slapped palm to wall for the balance and leverage to steady himself enough for pressing back into sequential thrusts. Other hand was back and gripping at Pride's hip. He's a mess, breathing in hard, hot, huffs that intermingle with heady groans and stilted gasps.

Couldn't call him 'blindsided', but Pride sure decided to steamroll him.

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Lucifer’s comment could only pull a fucking stupid, overheated and enamored laugh out of Pride, pressing his own forehead to the back of Lucifer’s neck.

“I know. Isn’t it better?” He rumbled in pleasant amusement before he was tugging and pulling until they were both free from the confines of those restraining pants. Where Pride could BE NICE, for once, and make short work of manifesting some lubricant that he could stroke onto himself a few brief moments.

Not so nice that he wasn’t going to be rather unceremonious about pressing deep and burying himself to the hilt as he got an arm under Lucifer’s so he could pull him flush and against himself by the chest. More touching and feeling and scraping with blunt nails over pectorals and nipples and down to his belly. Appreciating and getting his fill of sensory bliss while his hips began to move with rhythm, and not a steady or slow one either.

Boys who are bigger than me and still submit? Hot. Knowing that at any moment you could 100% not do what I’m saying and yet here you are, on your knees, willfully submitting? To see you look up at me and trust that I know what to do, what you should do, and you’re goin to give over all you have to me even though you don’t have to? Amazing . 11/10.

On the other hand, there are the boys who I 100% can pick up and throw on a bed. I can pin your arms against a wall and we both know that you cannot get out from under me, I am in complete control. To look those boys in the eye in see you squirm a bit, and know that you won’t get out. To look them in the the eye and see the trust that I know what I’m doing and I’m gonna take care of you, of us, and they’re going to love it? Incredible. 11/10.

Submission isn’t a body type. Submission isn’t better or worse with a certain body type - it’s just different: a different power structure, a different type of trust.

So tell me what you need baby, and I’ll deliver.

by chasingtheshiftinglight

Goddamn tease. He comforted himself with getting hands more back where he could enjoy the dual handfuls of her bottom. Good place for better support in future activities anyway.

He was wise enough to tighten his hold on her when she tried to do a quick drop onto him wholesale. Slowed her down the little bit to not make that an entirely painful experience. Knew it was a bit unavoidable. At least at first.

Intense for him too. Gets a sharp inhale and gritted teeth as he leaned back and got used to the fit himself. Certain a thrill to clutched good and deep during that few moments, though. Proud of her for it, almost. Pretty, stubborn, thing she was. Palms came off her only to settle onto the stops of her thighs. Petting and pressing down to keep her from moving too soon. Didn't let up on that until he felt her body relax around him.

All nice and subtle ways to control her pleasure to make sure it stayed pleasure. She might not even notice it, really.

He certainly didn't keep it up once she was bouncing herself along. Swallowing back a good girl for the sake of his tongue. One of those things he'd have to save up on. Her teeth were too close and she was too raw. He'd been pushing a bit hard at her emotions today.

The last of his 'help' was bouncing his knee under her to help her get her upward momentum before she came right back down. Had a good benefit for him, too. Put some extra oomph behind the way the impact made her softer parts bounce. Not just her chest, but her other supple places like inner thighs and bit of tummy and such. He as a sucker for some things.

Even if he was only getting a good look between her insistent kisses. He hardly minded as it meant he was also getting primo sounds direct to lips. Probably did more damage to him than the slick heat of her continuously swallowing him up. Though both sensations met in his lower belly and swirled in a patch of metaphorical sparks there. Skin flushed and soon settling arms around her in a comforting hold so she'd find herself caught against him as she rode him.

His pants and groans were more sparing and quiet. More interested in hearing hers. They were plenty engrossed when he did make them, however.

He'd let her have her fill of being The Boss. Curious to see if she'd go numb like she thought she would. Stars help her if she did. He intended to make due on her wants.

The added guidance of his hands would draw shuddering gasps from Irene, hands moving to tangle in his hair. She began to get cheeky herself, angling her hips so with each slide there was a moment where his tip dipped just a bit before sliding free once again.

His fault for letting her top.

Although she wasn’t able to keep it up forever and when she thought she had driven him to the edge of his patience, she’d pull him close and kiss him deeply as she finally arched so he slipped inside her. A groan escaped against his lips, an expression of discomfort coming across her for the briefest moment at just how much he stretched her before she settled with him fully inside her.

She takes a moment to adjust, securing her grip on him before lifting her hips and letting them fall again. Her voice comes easily again against his lips, hands clutching him for dear life as she rocked and rolled her hips on top of him.

“Oh fuck~ Lucifer~!”

If his thigh was, he wasn't the least bit worried about it.

"You don't have to beg, Irene. Not this time." An honest rumble of a statement near her ear. Recently 'cleaned' hand already cupping a lower cheek and squeezing to keep her close. He'd known from the first stammer and hesitant attempt to back out of a heart felt statement that she wasn't primed to have her ego played with.

Couldn't earn her trust if he broke her to her knees and started treating her like a toy. Gotta save that up for when she knew she wasn't just a warm body to rut into. That takes some showing and doing, not just some promising. Knew that from rote in experience of his own.

The look she'd given him had also sealed that envelope on the matter of how he was going to behave.

Abdomen did flutter under her hand as it was skimming downward. Couldn't avoid that or the hopeful way his arousal perked between them. Much as he was minding her more than himself, he wasn't running anywhere near cold-blooded.

While the hand on her ass was enjoying it's place, the other was teasing a touch through her hair. He's undoing whatever updo is going on. For kicks. Nothing wrong with mussing up a well made look. She got her kiss and another before he was speaking warm and confident again,

"What do you want, hm? Only thing I don't do is get on my knees." But there were ways to improvise if she had certain things she was wanting. He knew his way around his own restriction. "Just ask." She really didn't have to beg today.

There’d be resistance to him pulling his fingers out, her thighs attempting to keep his hand trapped but she was too weak at the moment to truly stop him. A whine escapes her when he breaks the kiss, lips pursing into a pout. She’d get flustered all over again however watching him lick his fingers, a pang shooting through her belly and blood rushing to her cheeks.

God, why did you make the devil so hot? And why did you make her heart so easy?

“S-Shuddup!” Irene’s protest is as weak as her hand giving his chest a half hearted whap before she tilts her face away as if she’d be able to hide it in this position. “I…I don’t..usually…”

She turns her face back to him, attempting to regain what composure she could while leaning naked and dripping against his body. She was certain his thigh must have been soaked by now. There was another pang now, this one in her chest that reflected in her eyes as she looks up at him. She parts her lips to speak, but decides instead to try for more kisses.

“W-we’re not done yet…I…I have more hollering I want to do..” Soft kisses along his jaw, a hand sliding along his stomach. “I’ll beg..just this once…touch me more please~”

[He used to have a stare that was just seething, ball busting, critically acclaimed, hate.

It'd been a few years since then. He could muster the loathing to make a grown man shrink small as their dick was, but...

It was still Piercing. Cut through a person and scattered shadows in 'em. That was there as ever. But right now, today, they had a sadness that didn't usually lurk in the semi-open unless he was on a whole suicidal number of quaaludes. Haunted, too, in their lack of glinting clarity.

The day old redness framing his eyes, didn't help either. He'd been, apparently, ugly crying hard enough for the damage to stick.

Don't discredit Rook. Lucifer was just prone to a cycle of melancholy. He was relatively recovered--and then he wasn't.

He still didn't squeeze, but his jaw was creaking. And he was back to looking down at Pride's mouth alone.

There were many reasons he covered his eyes all the time. They told on him too much.]

[ A hand at his throat was less than he expected and truly probably kinder than he deserved. He swallowed a bit when he felt those fingers there. Did not think he wanted Donovan to take any damage that couldn’t be mended…

My Pride, Lucifer had said. The statement had him suppressing his own little shiver. Couldn’t let the other see that.

With a careful hand, he steadily removed the glasses, fixing his own red-ringed eyes on the other’s. Not afraid or judgmental. Whatever he found, he had no doubts that it was all Lucifer.

Even in Host- Still beautiful. ]

~ Teal ~

[The plan, before Pride had so rudely interrupted, had been to work himself with a bit of lube and his own fingers, but here we are 'god laughs' and all that.

Hard to say how he would have weathered out a more dry and brutal approach, but Pride hadn't gone that route.

Don't fucking artificially inflate his ego right now! His head and heart were all over the place and he didn't know where they got off to, just that he felt sore about their recent manhandling.]

H-ah! [A short, sharp, cry into the surface of the desk. That's a lot to just take in a swift go. When he truly wasn't used to being under someone else, especially. It's a hot, fiery, lance of a sensation to be suddenly full despite any resistance his body might've offered. Felt only marginally different from the sting of pressed in claws.

He sent a hand up to blindly find the edge over his own head to grip tightly, making the wood there creak. Focus frighteningly narrow on the grip, fill, and hold on his hips. Aware of the warmth radiating off of the Sin hovering so close to his back. Comforted.]

[ If Lucifer hadn't done it, Pride would've done it for him. As it was, he found great satisfaction in his little stunt and the reward waiting for him was better than anything else he could have asked for. Thing about it was, Pride's own sense of his core typically broke through any shame that came with being vulnerable - at least in the moment. Shame was easily replaced with defiance and aggression.

But he knew it was not the same for everyone. And he was hesitant to consider that whatever Lucifer was going through was negative.

Took a quick opportunity to use that lubricant on himself (though if it were up to him, he wouldn't even use the stuff and make it as painful as possible BUT he had some modicum of awareness here that that might be asking a lot) before leaning over the other, growling a little in the back of his throat. ]

You don't need to hide. [ His voice said, his words laced and carefully woven in with his own influence. ] Nothing looks better to me than you right now.

[ Just a little bit of a bolster before he was aligned and pressing in deep and without any real fanfare. He was not gentle - not unless he was asked to be by the right person and not a single one thus far had done that - and claws dug into Lucifer's hips to illustrate as such. Didn't stand upright fully - this wasn't a punishment. He wanted to be in close to the Fallen - hear every little sound, feel every little movement. Soak it all in for himself in that moment and store it away in the back of his mind for later. When he himself Forgot. ]