#lute smut

[buzz-in-your-veins]

Oops, did i do that?

Accidentally sending a spicy pic to your crush.

The reader is more fem dressed and has a vagina in this- if you want a part b where they don’t have outfits just let me know!

CW: Gender Neutral reader with a vagina and fem-like fashion, reader wears bras, no mention of having boobs.

Vox

Vox hadn’t known you for very long, you were one of the newer demons working for him. You’d applied for the job a few months ago.

In that time he’d seen you about four times, but he was honestly thinking of promoting you, you were amazing at your job, good with both the data and the customers, the only thing it seemed you couldn’t do, was look at your contacts.

You weren’t working tomorrow, so you’d gone out with your friends, you’d purposefully gone to one of the only clubs in the pride ring that wasn’t owned by a member of the V’s, in an effort not to run into your new boss.

You’d gone all out tonight, spurred on by your friends, see, you had a minor crush on the TV demon, not that you’d ever entertain it. However, your friends had picked your outfit tonight, and you ended up in a gorgeous (if a bit slutty) royal blue dress, sleeveless and short, with a glittery tulle overlay, and some beautiful electric red heels.

You were messing on with your friends in the bathroom, taking photos and just genuinely having fun, already beyond tipsy now. You were sending a photo of you and another friend in the mirror to your group chat, your friend had taken the time you were fixing your hair to add Vox onto the ‘send to’ people, you never noticed.

You also didn’t notice your phone go off when Vox opened it.

If only that was the worst part.

You finished the night absolutely trashed, your friends working together to walk one another home, most living near one another. You, of course, were the odd on out, and the odd number.

You assured your friends it was fine, you lived in VVV tower for Lucifers sake, you’d be fine! Your friends wouldn’t hear it.

One of your friends, less drunk, had messaged one of Velvettes models, whom she used to work with and asked for them to walk you back.

You got back safe and sound, still not having realised you’d sent Vox the bathroom photo, or seeing the demon’s expression as Velvettes model walked you in.

You weren’t quite tired enough to sleep when you were dropped back in your room, so you messed on on your phone for a bit, before undressing. You hadn’t got to taking your make up off or undoing your hair, you’d gotten your dress off, and just.. stopped.

You were in an ethereal lingerie set, clearly made with Vox in mind.

Pretty blue panties hugged your hips, red electric bolts providing straps, the lace comfortable against your pussy, your chest coved with a light blue bralette, lace spilling against your skin, and the most beautiful glitch effect chain snug around your belly.

You matched this with a black thin choker with a hanging blue electric bolt, and posed against your bed, taking a few photos, changing poses and taking more.

Your favourite was one where you were laid flat, the photo taken from above, you could see your entire body, including the heels you still hadn’t taken off, and you were stairing straight at the camera with your painted lips parted.

Satisfied you went to save your photo.

Never noticing you’d sent the same photo to your boss.

Afterall, you hadn’t know to take him off your list.

You were cuddled up asleep, still in the underwear, when Vox opened your photo.

You never noticed the power surge then go out, nor did you notice Vox’s name pop up on your phone.

Angel Dust

Angel had seen you around the hotel more than usual, Charlie said you’d recently quit your job to work for someone else, and it gave you more free time and flexibility.

Angel was happy for you, your boss had been a real price of work.

Still riding the high off getting a better job, you’d invited your friends out clubbing, having received a handsome final salary.

You had chosen to go to Hyper-Tech, one of Vox’s clubs, and one of the best. They had some off the greatest drinks, and, unbeknownst to you, that night they also had Angel Dust dancing.

You friends teased you relentlessly about your crush on the porn star already, and they played this off as purposeful on your part, even though you’d had no idea.

You had started the night feeling confident and pretty in your oulfit, but seeing the spider you felt a flash of self consciousness, after all, your outfit was styled on the spiders own colour theme, an off the shoulder soft pink velvet crop-top, above-knee white loose pleated skirt, and pastel pink heels with a hot pink belt and nail polish.

You friends quickly took care of that, telling you how wonderful you looked, that anyone would be lucky to see you.

And getting you drunk definitely helped, the endless stream of cocktails bought with your money, and eventually dipping into your friends supplies brought on a happy buzz.

They also greatly diminished your ability to think critically.

You never saw how Angel Dust watched you the entire time you were in the club, as you progressively got drunker, to the point Angel was shocked you could still stand, never mind walk.

Your friends however, saw how the renowned demon was watching you with concern and admiration.

They quickly concocted a plan without your input.

Angels set finished around 2 in the morning, he waited in his dressing room for you to leave.

You had planed to walk home with your friends before splitting off to the hotel, but one of your friends changed the plan, stating there was no need for you to walk them home, after all, didn’t you like live in the complete opposite direction? Another friend had ‘needed the bathroom’ and had walked right by Angels door, talking about how you were leaving with the third friend.

As you were arguing about the principle of walking your friends home, Angel Dust came out of club, and said he didn’t mind walking you home, you lived together anyway.

Your friends quickly agreed and left, not allowing you to argue.

The whole walk back you were showered with compliments about your outfit, your dancing, your hair, your ability to drink, everything.

Angel walked you all the way to your room before leaving you.

You started to undress, but decided you wanted a photo for this occasion.

In your underwear, a pretty pale pink push-up bra, and a silky white thong, still in the hot pink heels, you took a photo in the mirror, sat on your knees staring in the mirror.

For some reason, you decided to send that to yourself instead of just saving to camera roll.

Only, you never send it to yourself. After the walk home, Angel had messaged you to sleep well, meaning he was your top contact.

Never thinking to check, you simply threw on a pale pink baby doll, took your heels and make up off, and went to bed.

Alastor

Alastor showing up to help at the hotel had never been in your plan.

The radio demon was always an unobtainable shadow, someone you could safely crush on from your own mind, because he would never be in your reach.

Except..

Now he was.

Now not to be foolish, you had figured from his interactions and reactions that Alastor was most likely somewhere on the Ace or Aro spectrum, and you would never push anything onto him.

But you could never even get close enough to talk to him, never mind ask about the possibility of him being on the spectrum.

So you hid. Everytime Alastor was around, you weren’t.

Alastor was cooking? You weren’t hungry. Al was helping with the daily running? You had work. Alastor was in the library? You didn’t want to read anyways.

Alastor always noticed your absence.

Instead you poured over everything and anything about the radio demon.

When he appeared, what he did, where he could have been in the seven years, his rise to power, his ability’s, his domain, everything.

Your crush on the radio demon was a foolish one, but that didn’t stop you from having it.

From dreaming of picnics and ice cream dates, of long walks down the streets of hell, to him taking you apart with his words alone, voice wrapping around you.

And when he stopped those muggers?

You went weak.

So, yea, your crush was unobtainable, in the highest scene.

You could still dress up though.

And you did, frequently.

In pantsuits of dark crimson, to the bloody scarlet ball gown, for the party.

Alastors eyes never left you that night.

Mostly, it was under your clothes.

Pretty crimson baby dolls. Black lacy thongs. Scarlett bralettes. Everything. Your camera roll was full of photos of yourself in the underwear, posing this way and that, full of imagination and hopes you would never act on.

Oh how you’d positively die if anyone saw.

That didn’t stop you.

Right now you were dressed in a darling crimson corset, embroidered with darker lace, tied tight, paired with dark scarlet panties, pussy damp against the lace as you lost yourself slightly in a fantasy, black heels and a black necklace, you had posed side on to the camera, staring straight ahead, knees folded underneath you and head tilted slightly up, arms held behind your back.

You heard your shutter go off and stood, getting dressed in a black lace camisole, taking of the corset and heels before heading to bed.

Picking your phone up on the way, you saved the photo to your folder.

Surely, you should have expected naming your folder ‘Alastor<3’ to backfire, but..

Maybe this was a Freudian slip?

It’s not like you even noticed you’d sent it, and you were asleep by the time your phone when off.

Lucifer

You’d seen the King of Hell maybe twice, once in passing, and once when he came to the hotel.

It was more than enough for you to crush on the child-like King, falling in love with his attitude and personality, drawn further in by his looks and kindness.

By the time the charity ball came around, you were completely lost for him.

Lucifer showed up in a white suit, not too different from his normal attire, only more fancy, more Kingly, so to speak.

You had taken Angels advice and dressed to impress.

Angel Dust was the only one who knew about the feelings you had for the fallen angel, and he took every opportunity to tease you for it, but he was also your biggest supporter.

You and Angel had knows each other almost as long as you’d been in hell, so his help was soothing for you, and you smiled as the spider laced up the golden gown you’d picked.

It was a golden off-the-shoulder ball gown, with a soft cover of glittery tulle over the top, the skirt flaring out, reaching the floor, covered in rose embroidered embellishments, and paired with bloody red heels, and a glittering clutch.

Charlie had told you all to go all out, and you and Angel did not disappoint.

The two of you descended together, and you caught site of the King before quickly moving your eyes, your blush almost matching your clutch.

Charlie swanned around you, telling you how amazing you looked, and look at your hair!

Angel got you a flute of champagne before leaving you to find Husk.

Traitors.

You walked around the party, dancing with people here and there, doing your best to avoid looking at the King.

You never saw that his eyes never left your form, or how he glared at everyone who touched you.

The king had tried more than once to get close to you, if not to dance with you, to at least tell you how amazing you looked, but you always seemed to move at just the right time.

Charlie had been snapping photos of you the whole night, sending them to her dad, even she saw the two of you pining for one another.

Your flute was never empty, and unfortunately for you, Angel could always recognise when you were about to bolt, and he and Husk would step in to talk to you and prevent it.

Did you mention traitors?

By the time you were finally able to leave, you were definitely tipsy, clutching Angels arm as the two of you ascended the stairs, congratulating yourself on managing to avoid the King.

Angel saw the way Lucifer was watching you, but you didn’t.

By the time you were in your room and Angel had left after unlacimg your dress, ‘we went all blessed with long arms, A——y!’, you wanted a special photo.

So you got ready.

You kept your heels on and striped to your underwear, a strapless golden bra with a red bow in the center, trimmed in lace, and panties to match, also trimmed in lace. You kept the sparkly fishnets on too, and your makeup on, before finiding a pose you liked.

Finally settling on a pose wherein you were laid on your back, your knees up and tilted slightly to the side, one hand on your breast, the other just above your head, and your face tilted towards your phone, positioned slightly higher than you, and just above your head.

You smiled at the photo, and went to save it.

You never looked.

Lucifer had got your number of Charlie to tell you how nice you’d looked. Your response?

A photo.

You were asleep by the time Lucifers own response came in.

Husk

Husk hadn’t taken much notice of you at first, only that you seemed to come and go with Angel, Husk later learned you were Angels shadow so to speak, Valentino payed you prettily just to follow and protect the star.

Husk noticed you more as you came out more without Angel, not being needed as often when you were in the hotel.

You and the barcat had had some quite good conversations, and some even better discussions.

You knew your way around cards that was for sure, and the cat loved talking with you about card tricks.

Sure no one could match him in card tricks, but hearing you talk about them? Something just felt different.

Husk worried about you and Angel a lot, especially when you both came back late, Angel looking trashed, and you looking slightly high on those nights. It took Husk months to realise Valentino was drugging you both, more so Angel. On those nights, Husk would stay up late to make sure you and Angel ate and drank before going to bed.

Husk never brought it up, and Angel didn’t remember, so you never spoke about it. If the cat didn’t want to bring it up why should you?

Husk did notice his favourite snack appearing on the bar in the mornings however.

Your crush on the cat had started before you even began talking to him, but those conversations, the way he treated you, how he never made you seem unimportant, the way he looked after you and Angel after Val had been upset?

You were gone.

And the cat was your new home.

Not that you’d ever tell him of course, you would never risk ruining such a wonderful friendship like that.

Of course, there were also nights like these. When Val needed Angel for publicity, those were the best. You both got to dress up and basically just party, no forced drugs or alcohol, just fun.

You’d dressed in an orange one-shoulder skin-tight slip dress, with a split up-to your thigh, paired with glittery purple heels, a clutch and jewellery, with black card themed earrings.

Husk had seen you just before you got into Vox’s limo and dropped his bottle of cheap alcohol, sending Niffty into a cleaning/laughing fit.

You and Angel didn’t get back until 1 in the morning, both of you slightly buzzed, but pretty much sober, not having been forced to fed any drugs and having eaten at the gala.

Husk had tried to stay up.

You feel deeper when you realised the barcat was asleep at his post because he was waiting for you. Sending Angel to bed, you walked over to the barcat and gently shook him awake, telling him he could go to bed.

From here Husk noticed the earrings, and flushed, jolting backwards and falling.

You giggled a little before apologising for startling him, which he waved off.

He headed to bed and you got back to your room. Taking your dress off you caught sight of your self in the mirror.

Pretty orange panties with a tiny club embroidered in at the side, deep orange plunge bra with a spade on the left cup, purple bracelet, necklace, and shoes, pretty orange make-up, and a heart and diamond earring set.

You needed a photo.

Fussing around a bit you finally settled on a pose with you laying slightly over the end of the bed, head and chest tilted down, knees pulled up to the side, camera angled too capture everything, arms by your head, and full body on display.

You changed into some sleep clothes after the photos, and in your sleepy state sent them to Husk, instead of simply saving them.

You didn’t wake up until well after Husk responded.

Lute.

Lute had noticed you as soon as you’d joined Adam’s ranks.

Of course she had.

You were the prettiest exterminator Lute had had the pleasure of seeing.

She pestered Adam until he agreed Lute could have her own assistant.

That of course, was you.

Lute loved having you work with her.

Yes all your conversations were about work, and you treat her like your boss, not a colleague, but it wa a better than when you weren’t talking at all.

You were still reeling from the change in position so fast, and now having to deal with the angel you were crushing on at all hours of the day?

Your poor heart couldn’t deal.

You were a blushing mess under your mask every time Lute spoke to you, praising yourself every time you got through an answer without stumbling or stuttering on the words.

Your friends were relentless with the teasing, going as far as to create hand signals to tease you even on the training fields.

Regardless you excelled.

You had to be the best.

And so you were.

Lute often asks what fuels you, and you always stumbled through a bullshit answer, never remembering what you’d said before.

You never gave her the same answer.

You couldn’t exactly tell your now boss the reason you did so well was so she would notice you, could you?

Shadowing Lute meant shadowing Adam. He usually left you alone for the most part though.

It meant going to fancy angel party’s. With out your mask.

You forced your friends to help you get ready.

Gorgeous black knee length dress, clinched at the waist, with silvery heels, a silver necklace, a silver clutch, and purple earrings, your hair done all nice and make up to compliment the outfit.

Your friends told you you looked stunning, and when Lute saw you, she had to agree.

You spent the entire party following Lute around, you didn’t know any of the people here and you were anxious.

Lute kept your champagne topped up, eventually switching you to something a little harder when it became clear you wouldn’t settle on the sparkling liquid alone, not used to the alcohol you got drunk fast.

Adam allowed Lute to leave early, so she could take you home.

Lute got you in safely and even placed an aspirin and water on your bedside table, before leaving you, messaging your phone to let you know what’s happened.

Meanwhile, you’d striped down to a gray lacy bralette, with matching high waisted panties, pretty silver heels, make-up still on and earrings still in.

You wanted a photo.

You set your phone up, and posed, on you knees on your bed, heels just visible, leaned back slightly, one hand behind your bed in a stretch and one on the bed, eyes looking just beyond the camaraderie.

Happy with the results, you went to save the picture, instead, sending it to Lute, who opened it as soon as she got home.

Bye the time Lute replied, you were curled up ontop of your covers, heels still on, sleeping deeply.

Feedback is always appreciated <3

If you want more people added feel free to ask and I’ll do a part two!

Comments are my high.

They make me write faster.

~Vyrus

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[redr0sewrites]

Thoughts on Lute's tits? I wanna suck on them so baddd I bet they're perfect (WLW pls)

RAHSGSSGAGSGSSG????? feeling very sapphic today have i ever told u i love women

🥀Cw: fluff, smut, boobs, boob kink (?), fem!reader

🥀minors dni

lute never put much weight into her physical appearance, however she does have a wonderful body- she's both muscular and soft, with strong thighs, arms, and a toned stomache yet curvy hips and chest

once she starts dating you, she begins to notice how much you really enjoy her chest, and honestly it flusters her a little, she isn't used to receiving so much attention and she is more than a little touch starved

lute would never admit it but she loves when you lay your head on top of her chest, and when you fall asleep with your face pressed into her boobs? she always wakes up horny, she's probably very sensitive...

before you, lute probably did not get laid very often, hell, she doesn't even masturbate much, making her all the more sensitive once you guys began to get intimate

her boobs are definitely a big erogenous zone, and touching them is one of the quickest ways to turn her on

the first time you started touching her chest was during a heated makeout session, you were straddling her on your bed and you reached up under her shirt to grope her as she fisted a hand in your hair. she let out a sharp moan as you palmed her breast through her sports bra, her entire back arching as you massaged her hardened nipple

lute's entire face flushes with embarrassment at her own sensitivity, yet you find it so so hot. she's usually so uptight and serious, and the fact that she has such a sensitive weak spot only makes playing with her tits more appealing

LUTE IS A SPORTS BRA AND BOXERS LESBIAN AND IT IS SO. FUCKING. HOT. HGHHHHH

lute definitely walks around the house shirtless just to tease you because she knows how irresistible she is

loves when you suck on her tits, she might even have you call her mommy or mistress if you're especially desperate

loves fingering you while you suck on her boobs, the way you drool on her chest and your mind goes fuzzy while you suck on her nipple just from the way her fingers are fucking you? ughhh she eats it up and adores it every time

whenever you ride her strap or thigh, you always take off her shirt and bra to just watch her boobs. sometimes she'll grab you by the hair and force you to suck on them, and i also think she could be into you using a vibrator on her chest... 👀

sometimes when she's especially busy during work or just away from you in general, she'll randomly send you a picture of her perfect tits, or a video of her fucking herself on a dildo, with her tits bouncing perfectly for you to see

lute doesn't wear revealing clothing very often, but sometimes she'll take of her shirt when training leaving her in just a sports bra, and it's actually so hot to watch your girlfriend train, her perfect tits in view as she fights ruthlessly (you really are whipped huh- i cant blame you i am too)

lute will ask you to ride her abs, and then practically beg you to grope her tits while you grind your pretty, aching pussy over her toned stomach

lute loves when you both are scissoring and your chests rub together, she just loves feeling your bare skin against hers

she also enjoys it when you mark her boobs, lute will pretend to be irritated but will secretly admire the hickies on her chest and occasionally take pictures of them to look at later- she loves the idea that you left behind any sort of mark on her, and will absolutely return the favor

when it comes to your boobs lute is a closeted perv, she loooveeesss when you wear low cut tops or lacy lingerie that shows off your assets. whether you have big boobs or small boobs she does not care, she will show your chest unrelenting attention all the same

lute will come up behind you and grope your chest in public, only for a split second so no one notices, and then act innocent when you turn on her

if you have big boobs lute will literally get so turned on when she sees you in something revealing, im talking full gay panic mode as she struggles to look anywhere BUT your chest.

if you have smaller boobs, no worries! lute loves when you don't wear a bra underneath a tighter shirt so she can watch your nipples harden when she teased you, and having smaller boobs only makes it that much more convenient for her to tear off your shirt and play with your breasts

lute loves when you wear necklaces she bought you while you both fuck, and seeing the charm rest between the valley of your breasts makes her a bit feral

lute likes taking photos of your boobs while you both are fucking for her to jack off to later, and definitely has an album in her phone dedicated to pictures of your perfect tits in lacy lingerie, or covered in her bitemarks

"fuck, lute, y'really are perfect," you murmur, pressing soft kisses to her neck. lute doesn't reply, opting to turn her head away from you as her cheeks flush. your onslaught of kisses travels lower down to her collarbone, where you begin to suck a hickey into her pale skin. lute shivers at the sensation of your tongue sucking on her skin, one hand coming to rest on your hips while the other tangles itself in your hair. your lips travel lower, down between the valley of her breasts, only to pause as she lets out a soft whine. your mouth latches onto one nipple, sucking on the hardened bud while you toy with her other breast.

"fuuuck- that feels good," lute gasps, her grip on your hair tightening as you let out a stifled moan. her thigh slips between your legs, pressing up against your aching heat. you let out a soft whine, unable to stop yourself from grinding down against her thigh. lute smirks, her free hand gripping the sheets as you continue pleasuring her chest. your teeth graze over her nipple and she lets out a soft moan, watching as your tongue swirls over the bud. your hips begin to move faster as the ache in your core only grows more unbearable. lute watches a small trail of drool leak from your mouth as you mewl, keening from the pleasure between your legs.

lute's back arches as your legs clamp down around her thigh, the coil in your abdomen snapping as your orgasm washes over you. as you come down from your high, you collapse against her chest, and lute smirks. "aw, don't tell me you're too tired to continue, i'm just getting started baby!" you shoot lute a glare, and she snickers in response. "oh please," you murmur, pinching one of her nipples in between two fingers, watching as a wanton moan slips past her lips as she squirms. "i'm not done yet ~"

sorry the smut is mid i am sleepy and i didnt want it to get too long ��� ANYWAYSSSS HOPE U ENJOYED!!! I LOVE LUTE RAHHH

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[popamolly]

PLEASE GOD DO LUTE FUCKING US ON HER STRAP OMG THAT HEADCANNON HAD ME FROTHING AT THE MOUTH AND SHOCKED FOR FIVE MINUTES…

~🍖/🥩

៸៸ ﹟ ‘TAKE IT ALL!’ LUTE X FEM!READER

pairing. Lute x Fem!Reader

warnings. drabble, girlxgirl, strap on, mention of oral sex, degradation with praise if you squint, rough, drool, established relationship, light pussy smacking, mascara running down reader’s face, porn without plot

author’s note. yeah this has been on my mind nonstop, please eat this up. thank you for the request! enjoy sinners.

⛧ MASTERLIST

— LUTE HAS ALWAYS BEEN THE TYPE TO EXPLORE AND USE TOYS IN THE BEDROOM. She never shied away from new things and almost always wanted to try everything at least once. That being said, you had bought her a strap on to use on you one time just to spice things up for shits and giggles. But that one time turned in two, then three, then almost every other day Lute was positively shoving the thick silicone dick inside you. It gave her such a power trip and she couldn’t help it. The way your pussy was soaking her thighs with your arousal as she shoved the huge cock inside you painfully slow made her go absolutely feral. Inch by inch, she was stuffing you so full that you couldn’t help but become a drooling blabbering mess as you tried to take it all like a champ.

“Such a slutty little pussy, I haven’t even put it all in and yet you’re clenching around it like you want to cum,” Lute would tease you, her degrading words only making you impossibly more wet than you already are, “That’s a good girl, take it.”

You whimpered, biting down on your bottom lip as you tried to ignore the ache in your muscles from Lute putting you into a deep mating press against the mattress, you were sure your legs were going to fall asleep any minute now, “I-It’s so deep..! Please..Lute, I-I can’t..!”

Lute would ignore your cries, moving her hips back only to snap them forward harshly. The sound of slick skin slapping against skin filled the room and the cock that she was fucking you with was stretching you so wide that you for sure were seeing stars. Your eyes were nearly rolling back into your head as Lute continued the assault on your swollen pussy, giving out a mocking laugh as she brings her thumb down to your clit, rubbing it in rough circles before giving it a light smack that had you shivering from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Now be a good girl, mmm? And cum on my cock.” Lute would get such a power trip from fucking you with the big silver silicone dick. Although she was a rough dom at times she wanted nothing more than to see you sob from the pleasure she was giving you. The sight alone from your fucked out face and running mascara made her pussy wet and ache for you even more, after she was done fucking you senseless she’d happily use your tongue to reach her own orgasm.

© POPAMOLLY 2024 all fanfics belong to me, do not copy, translate, or repost on any other social media.

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Angels Masterlist

ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ = NSFW ᬊ = SFW ིྀ𖤜໋᳝݊ = Crack 𓈒ིུ𖤛 = Fluff ♬⃝ = Angst

꒰ঌ Multiple ໒꒱

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𐦍 Adam 𐦍

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ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ Wings : ☆ Adam x Wingless Angel!Fem!Reader ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ

They were just so pretty, you couldn’t help but touch your boyfriend’s beautiful golden wings. And hey, what was the worst that could happen’ probably nothing too bad, right?

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⋅˚₊‧ ୨ Lute ୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

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𓈒ིུ𖤛 ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ Girls : ☆ Lute x Human Soul!Fem!Reader ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ 𓈒ིུ𖤛

After having met you on your first day in heaven, your life and lute’s would change for the better as you had found your other half despite your original predicaments.

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[kurosstuff]

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Can you do lute x female!reader, reader uses a strapon on lute and wing play is involved. 👀

Oh my~ honestly this- was fun to write- I never wrote wingplay stuff before so! Hopefully you enjoyed it~?

Warning(s): wing kink, strap on use(on lute), vanilla but not at the same time? Idk. Lutes rude at the begining(she's just nervous) overestimated(lute) couple mentions of "breeding"/"being bred"

Im- gonna jump right into it- HELP I- KINDA WENT ALMOST ALL IN ISH?

Lute x reader

It took a while to get Lute to even THINK of bottoming. Much less allow you to even use a strap on her. She's more then happy to use it on you but for her? The thought didn't exactly appeal to her. But- promising to try it once and never bring it up unless she allowed it(that and a bunch of.. kisses) then? She entertained the idea

And that's how she was. On your shared bed with a deep scowl, completely naked. If it weren't for the deep flush on her face. And how her wings puffed up, threatening to expand? You'd assume she was pissed(she was, but that's besides the point)

"The fuck is taking so long?" She growled our glaring at rhe bedroom door "God lute. Calm down, won't you, baby? I'm making sure it's all strapped on!" At that? She growled, looking away with a deep snarl.

A couple minutes passed by before the door finally opened "fucking finall-" her words cut in her throat seeing the toy. Not like the one she uses no- it was so much bigger "what the fuck is that? That's what you picked?" She growled out glaring at you flushed darkly making you smirk moving close to her

"What~? Lute, you scared?" You teased, kissing her, gently biting at her lips, ignoring her protests of 'hell nos!' Sighing "babe.. if you don't wanna do this we don't gotta. We can- like cuddle or something?" Making her stop. As if weighing jer options before shaking her head

Grumbling, she huffed. "No. Its.. fine. Just you picked a bigger one then I tho- oh fuck you don't get so fucking smug" she snarled out glaring at you flushed embarrassed of the whole thing snickering kissing her again

"Sorry baby~ now... can you bend over for me~? Wanna see those gorgeous wings of yours~" Purring out pouring liquid onto the toy watching her do exactly what you asked of her smirking at how they fluttered at the praise "you always get like this when I compliment your wings~" getting onto the bed feeling her entrance gently "excited I see~" Purring out seeing her wings fluttered pushing the tip on her entrance slowly pushing into her stopping half way

"Fuck~," Lute whimpered out, grinding back against you. Hiding her face into the pillow "more~ g-give me more~" feeling you push all the way in, smirking down at her. Moving to hold her waist pounding into her gently

"Easy now lute~," you purred, watching her under you moaning loudly clawing at the sheets. "I've got you~ gonna get faster, ok baby?" Pounding into her faster - harder. Holding her waist, squeezing her gently panting

"Would think you're trying to breed me, Dove~?" She gasped out, bending more bouncing against her, making you hum in thought, biting your lip at how much of a "switch' just occurred. How she's eager to submit to you all the sudden

"Maybe I want to breed you, Lute~." Pounding faster into her ignoring how the bed shook under the both of you barely starting to hit the wall knowing a bit of roughness? She could handle "would you blame me?" You purred out, watching her wings fluttering, flapping slowly.

Smirking at a "cruel" thought, "i wonder~" sensitive here, too?" Moving a free hand to rub at her wings, going all over her delicate wings, pushing all the tight places, hearing her sob moaning louder for you."yeah~ that sensitive, huh baby?" Purring out your pace unrelenting as you took her in your bed.

Watching her wings expand as if to show off to you. As if to signal to you about being a good mate for you. "God gorgeous baby~ yeah? Wanting to mate me, yeah?" Pounding rougher into hrr leaning to kiss where her wings met "wow~ shaking this much?" Seeing her nod so drunk off you from being overestimated. "God~ can't wait to breed you~"

Ever so gently leaning to bite at a part of her wings watching her arch her back, screaming your name out, smirking kissing the mark cooing "couldn't help myself gorgeous ~ I'm sorry" pounding faster watching as she slumped laying under you sobbing out from the pleasure "more~" hearing a broken whimper from her. Ignoring how the bed shook now, hitting the wall harshly creaking under you both from the unrelenting pace.

Panting heavily moving to tower over her kissing her neck praising her as you marked her ip moving faster in her "doing so good~ you close my love?" Purring against her neck watching her nod humming, they smirked, pounding faster in her before humming, rubbing her wings, watching her shake.

"Go ahead~"

At that? With a loud sob screaming out your name- lute came. Slumping down under your wings popping up, spreading as you cooed gently slowly pulling out, "That's my good girl~ I've got you~" whsipering, moving to clean her up gently laying next to her "liked it Lute?"

Grumbling glaring, she moved, cuddling up beside you, kissing you gently. "It was perfect~" Purring out panting wings fluttering .After I catch my breath, I'll pay you back my dove~", making you flush, smirking nodding

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[publicenemy212]

Filthy (Lute x fem!sub!reader)

Warnings: smut, dubcon, descriptions of violence, fingering, gagging, choking, knifeplay, degradation, sadomasochism dynamics

crossposted from AO3 under public_enemy_212. requests open for any hellaverse wlw pairings or f!reader

word count: 1280

NSFW under the cut

“You disgust me.”

The angel’s voice hissed, mere inches away from my ear. I groaned in response, my lips sticky and wet with my own blood. Her gloved hand grasped my hair with enough force to make me feel like my scalp was ripping off. Perhaps, at that point, that was the only thing keeping my eyes open. Without warning, she threw my face towards the pebbled alleyway ground.

My skull cracked on impact. The world faded to nothing, but only for a moment. Curse my new body and its resilience.

Sharp pain exploded in my chest as the exorcist sent a flying kick directly at my chest. I whimpered in agony and helplessness.

“Aww, does that hurt?” she purred mockingly. “The little sinner’s regretting her choices now?”

With effort, I painstakingly lifted my head off the filth-stained dirt to face the angel. All I could see was a blur of white and gray against the dark red background of Pentagram City. Extermination Day was almost over. I just had to survive until then.

I opened my mouth to speak and immediately fell into a coughing fit. Fresh blood splattered out, painting the concrete crimson. Hacking and spluttering for another minute, I forced out my words.

“Y-yes, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please—”

I heaved again. Fuck. The angel clicked her tongue impatiently as she stood with arms crossed, watching me vomit up more internal bleeding.

So much pain. So much pain. Hurts. Everything hurts.

I fell over onto my side again, groaning and panting for air.

“Are you done?”

“Ma’am, with all due respect, you’re wasting your time with me…” I rasp weakly. 

If pleading for my life wouldn’t work, I might as well try sucking up to her ego.

I prayed to God, Satan, whoever would listen; if only the exterminator would just move on to find other victims and leave me alone.

To my dismay, she only began to laugh.

Despair washed over my broken body. Was there no end to this torture?

“Wasting my time? No, no. I’ve already killed my fair share of your filthy kind. Now, it’s my turn to have a bit more fun by making you suffer slowly before I eventually kill you too.”

A sob bubbled out of my bloodied throat. I crumbled to the ground once more.

“Lute. Remember this name. It’s the last thing you’ll hear before you die.”

Something flipped inside me as all the pain and terror suddenly turned into indignancy and rage. Gritting my teeth, I summoned all my willpower to drag myself up. Glaring, I snarled, “You call yourself an angel? After making thousands of souls suffer and die a second death, as if dying once wasn’t enough?”

“It’s what you sinners deserve.” Lute brandished her sword, as if challenging me to take another step forward.

I was walking into a certain death, that I was sure of. But she was going to kill me regardless; why not try to fight back?

Claws out, I lunged forward unsteadily. In response, the angel flew forward at an inhuman speed and chokeslammed me directly into a wall. I scrabbled helplessly at her grip.

Lute roared with sadistic laughter.

Leaning closer, she whispered, “Can’t speak? Devil got your tongue?”

Fighting my survival instincts, I let go of her fingers around my neck…

…and sent my fist flying towards her face.

The blow landed squarely, shattering the glass of the exorcist mask.

“FUCK!” Lute screamed in shock. The surprise loosened her grip, allowing me to breathe only slightly more easily for a second. She ripped off the broken helmet with one hand and tossed it aside, using the same hand to punch me in the jaw.

I grinned at her distress. So it was possible to get under these exorcist angels’ skin. I decided, for my own cynical entertainment, to take it a step further.

“There is no way you don’t get off to this,” I croaked.

Lute growled in frustration. “Shut your fucking mouth.”

Her eyes flicked to the entryway of the dingy alley. No one was watching. The only sounds were the occasional distant screaming and the sound of my pained moaning and wheezing.

Her golden eyes slid back to the demon under her control, narrowing as she gritted her teeth.

She leaned in and kissed me with a fervor reminiscent of a starved animal. Her hand slackened again, her body pressing against mine. My blood smeared on her soldier’s uniform, mixing with the various splatters of her other, unluckier victims from earlier in the day. When we finally broke, gasping for air, Lute let go of my neck and stepped back. She drew her saber once more and pressed it against my bruised throat.

I whimpered and pressed my legs together, desperate to relieve the growing need between my thighs.

Lute was absolutely taken aback and scowled in disgust at my reaction.

“ Filthy. ”

Yet, against her own venom-laced words, her other hand slid down my body. 

“ Worthless .”

Two fingers pressed against my cunt.

My eyes screwed shut. I didn’t even know what I was feeling anymore. Pain from my injuries mixed with lust and pleasure at the angel’s ghosting touch. Oh, agony. Pure, sweet agony.

“...Are you serious? Does beat within an inch of your life turn you on that much?”

With that, she shoved her fingers into my mouth. I gagged at the sudden intrusion while she continued to finger-fuck my mouth with no breaks, generously coating her hand with my saliva and blood. Once she was satisfied, she drew her hand out and slapped me so hard my eyeballs shook in my skull. I moaned loudly and Lute immediately smacked her palm back over my mouth.

“Shut the fuck up before somebody finds us.” She hissed dangerously.

Once she was sure no other angels were coming, she sighed and returned her attention to me. Lute ripped off a chunk of my tattered clothes and shoved it in my mouth as a makeshift gag. 

Her hand then returned to my pants, sliding beneath the fabric and between my slick folds. She wasted no time in dipping right into my hole, using three fingers immediately without giving me any time to adjust. I yelped in pain, but the gag muffled any words I had. Lute grinned and leaned directly next to my ear.

“What’s the problem? It hurts? This is your punishment for going against Heaven, so you better fucking take it.”

Drool and tears collected at my chin, mixing together before dripping to the ground. My body threatened to lose consciousness with each brutal thrust. My head fell forward and landed on Lute’s armored shoulder as I continued to babble incoherently, the exorcist pushing me for orgasm after orgasm with no mercy. Only after I finally passed out from the sheer exhaustion of hours of getting fucked up and being straight up fucked did she pull out and toss my limp body aside.

Much to my disappointment, I woke up again to Lute kicking me repeatedly.

“Hey. Get up.”

Her boot pushed my head face-up to check if I was conscious. I stared at her, bleary-eyed. “You’re still alive? Huh. That works for me. I want you to watch me kill you.”

A flash of light. Warm liquid started gushing out of my chest. I looked down slowly to see the divine metal sunken halfway through my chest. Lute then yanked her blade out effortlessly and walked away without a word, leaving me to bleed out in a pool of my blood and cum.

The siren signaling the end of this year’s Extermination Day was the last thing I heard before eternal darkness swallowed me whole.

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[velvette-creations]

Lute NSFW Headcanons

Lute x GN!reader

TW: Possessive behavior, biting, marking, D/s themes, BDSM themes, humiliation, degradation

Possessive: She likes to keep you all to herself; on the very rare occasion, she may share you with Adam

Marking: Loves to leave bites and scratches all over you, anything to indicate that you’re hers

Verbal Humiliation: Loves to taunt you and call you names, i.e., filthy whore, dirty slut, cum slut, pretty little cockwhore, her little bitch

Overstimulation: Enjoys making you cum over and over until you’re an absolute mess, coated in your own release and mewling for her to stop

Oral: loves pushing your face between her splayed thighs so you can eat her out while she ruts against your mouth. Generally, she only returns the favor if she’s in the mood

Degradation: Loves reducing you to her little sex toy to fulfill her base needs. “This is exactly what you’re good for, little slut. A sweet little fuck toy, obeying my every whim.”

Loves shoving her fingers in your mouth, watching you drool all over them like a lust-stricken puppy

Has a strap collection and enjoys making you crawl to pick one out and help put it on her, using your mouth to make it slick and wet

Roughness: Hair pulling, ass slapping, pounding you with her strap

Prefers to top but can be a bossy power bottom when in the mood. Sometimes an angel just needs to be fucked hard from time to time

Pretends she doesn’t like to snuggle after, but secretly loves it. “Are you gonna come over here, or am I gonna have to fucking hold myself?”

She’s always in the mood after a successful extermination, waiting to bend you over or place you on your back so she can take you

Loves, loves, loves when you cockwarm her when she dons her strap

Enjoys having her nipples played with, pinching, stroking, having them suckled, and even enjoys wearing nipple clamps 

She hates to admit that Adam is right; nothing beats an incredible orgasm

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[morewittepain]

Toxic! Lute x fem! reader

Warnings: Semi-toxic relationship (Lute is bad at emotions), slight NSFW if you squint, LONG drabble

A/N: This one's not a request, just ramblings from my brain. I love toxic yuri and I love love love the song Casual by Chappell Roan so ofc I combined them. 💞

Being in a relationship with Lute would not be all sunshine and rainbows. Generally, Lute is a pretty blunt person and she doesn't have a good hold on her emotions, so if she managed to become interested in a person she would not be very good at dealing with that.

Once you became an Exorcist, she hadn't even realized she was staring until Adam started to point it out. She'd watch you train, watch you kill, and she'd be blushing bright gold the whole time — even worse when she got teased for it. And she would deny, deny, deny until it was too much to bear.

This would go on for months until she subconsciously starts to use her power to her advantage, barking out orders just to watch you carry them out in training, and projecting a bit too harshly when you mess up. She pushes you to do far too many push ups than humanly (angelically?) possible. She uses you as an example to all of the lower level Exorcists and berates you for making her look like a joke when you slip up or fumble with your sword skills. She spars a little too rough, knocking you on your ass over and over. She doesn't know how to cope with feeling things, so obviously the next best option is to bully you until it goes away! (Spoiler alert: it doesn't.)

And god is she PISSED about it. She's supposed to be a leader, untouchable, not some hopeless romantic too fixated on one of her trainees to focus on literally anything else. Though, when she shifts her focus to instead lashing out, she starts to fumble even more with her work.

You point it out one day in sparring, snickering about how she seems to care more about insulting you rather than watching her footing, and boy is she absolutely fuming. She literally drops everything and leaves the training center altogether.

You're not as stupid as she seems to think. You notice almost immediately how much she stares at you, and how much harder she seems to be on you than everyone else, and it's almost... cute? The way Adam taunts her every time she gives you an order, the way her wings flap aggressively, and the blush that spreads across her cheeks. So you purposely play into it. You fall when she jabs her sword into your practice armor and you make an effort to show off the arm muscles she can never seem to stop gawking over while you work. At the end of training, you pull off your shirt on occasion, ringing the dampness out all while in nothing but shorts and a sports bra, flapping your own wings only to draw more attention. While a bit more brutal than most budding relationships, it's all a game of cat and mouse. And damn if you're not winning.

It gets to be too much. You're sparring well after your designated training hours, both soaked with sweat and wearing furious expressions as you dodge the other's attacks, when you finally swipe her feet out from under her and knock her down completely. "You know," you say teasingly, "the way you're looking up at me makes me wonder if you're plotting my murder... or you're just horrible at flirting." But before you can get another word out, she's kicking her boot hard against your calf and pulling you down on top of her.

Like... literally on top of her.

She grabs you by the neck with a look of pure fury, and to your surprise she's absolutely attacking your mouth with the same aura of rage. Your lips move against each other aggressively, and she manages to flip you over and pin you to the padded floor mat with one hand gripping your shirt. She doesn't seem to quite know what she's doing, but she manages to bite your lip until you think you can taste blood — and she tastes it too. And it's the biggest rush she's ever had.

When you pull away, you grin, licking your lips. "What's wrong, lieutenant? Was it my form or my stance?"

Lute is panting hard, but she manages to spit out, "Your footing is weak," as she stands back up to grab her things. Because while she usually would choose fight, when it comes to romance her first instinct is to fly.

It goes like this for a while. You look forward to practicing one on one all day, beat the ever loving shit out of each other, and then fall into an even more aggressive make out session.

Then it blossoms into ducking into supply closets after particularly long days so she can pin you against the wall and take out all her frustrations.

It's always, always in secret though. You try to grab her hand in front of someone and she immediately drops it. You touch her shoulder and she shoves you off. You come within two feet of her and she's using her wings to nudge you to the side. Now that she's got you in private, she starts to pretend like you don't even exist in public.

When that yearly Extermination Day rolls around, she breaks off from the team of Exorcists and you quickly follow after, swishing your sword protectively.

"Leave me alone."

"I'm just doing my job."

"Yeah, well you're doing your job too fucking close to me."

"You didn't seem to mind me being close when—"

She backs you up against the side of a tall building, shrouded in the darkness of the alleyway. She uses the tip of her spear to hold you there, pointed precisely at the base of your throat, although not actually touching your skin in any way.

"I don't know what you seem to think we have going on, but let me spell it out for you," she hisses. "There is no 'this.' This is nothing, got it? We are nothing."

You swallow hard, but all you can do is nod and let her walk off, leaving you alone in the darkness. You don't kill many demons that night, but when you return to heaven to report back to Adam, you lie about your success. The praise is nice for supposedly killing a hundred demons when in reality the number was probably somewhere in the twenties, but it's quickly overshadowed when you notice Lute purposely avoiding your eyes.

Still, the next day she's pulling you back into the supply closet. She's attacking your lips while you dissociate with blank eyes, just barely kissing back, and she even manages to slide a hand beneath the waistband of your shorts.

It's not like you want the encounters to stop, because despite the realization that you're nothing more than a cheap way to blow off steam, it does feel good to feel desired in some way... it's just that... maybe things would be easier if this never started in the first place.

You never go to her place, but she shows up at your door on occasion. You let her push her way through, into your room, and you fall back onto the bed without a complaint. You let her kneel down in front of you. She doesn't ever strip for you, and she never lets you get her off, but she goes at you with little mercy like the whole thing is just another power trip to boost her ego.

It's not until you finally put a stop to it that she starts to even realize that she's hurting you in any way. She asks you to stay behind to spar one afternoon and you turn her down, telling her you're too tired and sore. She tries to drag you away from a meeting into an empty room and you shrug her off. She knocks on your door and you just turn your music up to drown out the noise.

Lute has a hard time with emotions like we've already established. She can't understand others' and she can't even pinpoint her own. She's been so shut down, so focused on being a soldier for so long that she can't recognize any feeling other than anger, fury, and... whatever she feels when she looks at you. As for what's going on in your head, she'd always assumed you were on the same page. That this was some sort of unspoken agreement that what the two of you had was just a casual... fling? She didn't know the word for it — someone you find so uncomfortably attractive, but can only bring yourself to kiss to quell the equally powerful feeling of pent up frustration.

But now you're the one shutting her out. At first she's furious. She starts leaving you out of training regiments and meetings to get back. She lets you fend for yourself. But there's just something about that look on your face... it's almost numb. The light has drained from your eyes. You look like a walking corpse. And she's slowly starting to realize that it's all her fault.

She's not really sure how to cope with that fact. She doesn't like getting personal or opening up. She shivers at the thought of a sappy conversation. And apologizing just feels so, so weak. So she asks Adam on a whim one day, keeping it as vague as possible.

They're alone, silently sitting across from each other while Adam speeds through his lunch and she simply stares at her own with no appetite. She looks up, finally mustering up the courage, and asks, "Sir... hypothetically, what would you... I don't know... Fuck." She bites her lip to keep from kicking herself. "What would you do if you hurt someone and you felt bad about it."

Surprisingly, Adam laughs so hard he nearly spits his drink all over himself. "You feel bad about something? You have a heart? Am I talking to a clone or something?" But when she doesn't answer, he just shrugs. "I don't know, get her flowers or something. Chicks love that shit."

Lute feels her lungs deflate right then and there. "How do you know it's a girl?"

"Lute, come on. You have an undercut. It's not rocket science."

And maybe she should be offended, but she doesn't really have any other option than to take his advice. So she stops by a florist and picks out a random bouquet (maybe she should pick something sappy, like flowers that remind her of your eyes, but she's still terrible at this) and knocks on your door once again. There's the tell take sign that you're ignoring her, the muffled music's volume increasing enough to make anyone go deaf, but after about five minutes of banging on the door you finally give up and open it.

You're both completely blank-faced, but she's nervously scratching the back of her neck as you start to close the door again. "Wait!" she calls, sounding pathetic to her own ears.

Your scowl only deepens in the doorway. "Look, Lute. If you think a few flowers are going to make me forget about everything just so you can get in my pants again, you're—"

"I'm sorry," she blurts out sheepishly. She wants to gag at the words and subconsciously steps on her own toes to quell the overthinking. When you don't say anything, she says again, "I'm sorry. I'm, uh... not good at feelings."

"I'll say." The door creaks just a few more inches, but she stops it from shutting completely with her hand.

"Don't make me say it again," she mumbles. "I just... I'm..." She draws in a long, deep breath. "I've never done this before — liked someone — and I don't like emotions, so I guess I hurt you on purpose, and I'm... sorry."

With an eye roll, you take the roses. "You're shitty at apologies too," you say, but then you catch a glimpse of her bashful expression and something feels almost genuine. You sigh. "Just don't drop my hand next time and we'll call it even."

Lute keeps that promise. Despite the nerves that rattle inside of her, the overwhelming feeling that everyone is watching, that she's giving into something she shouldn't, she doesn't just grab your hand the next day. She wraps a wing about you, squeezes your hand gently, and kisses you on the cheek with a dark blush spread across her face as she walks you out of the training room, out onto the busy streets.

"Maybe your swordwork isn't all that bad."

"Oh, shut up," you hiss, but there's a small smile creeping onto your lips.

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[th3casscad3]

A First For Everything

Lute X Virgin! Male Reader (Smut)

Every Since Your Arrival In Heaven You've Been Chased After By The Other Charming Woman. Adam, Being The Dumbass First Man Becomes Jealous Of The Attention Your Getting. So, When He Finds Out Your A Virgin He Wastes No Time Spilling The Tea. Later That Night You Hear A Knocking On The Door, To Your Surprise Its Lute. I Suppose There's A First For Everything.. Warnings: Smut, Slight Bullying, Readers First Time, Playing With Wings, Kissing, Cursing, Not Fully Naked, And Blow Job. Part 1 - Part 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You Had Been In Heaven For Quite Some Time And Its Fair To Say The Ladies Had Quite An Eye For You. You Didn't Mind The Flirting And Conversations As Much, But You Wouldn't Let It Go Any Further Than That. Not Because You Didn't Want To, But Because You Were A Virgin. You Just Hadn't Found A Reason To Have Intimacy On Earth And There Shouldn't Have Been A Problem With That. Sure, You Had Desires And The Need To Make Love. But, It Just Didn't Happen. Today Was Just About A Day Like Any Other, You Were Walking Around Heaven, Giving A Wave To All The Females Whom You Past And Chatting It Up With The Guys. The Next Extermination Wouldn't Be Coming Up For About Another Month So The Angel Count Was Higher Right Now. That Also Meant Adam Was Back. Great, That Man Had No Problem Fucking Every Single Woman Here In Heaven If He Felt Like It. And Boy, Felt Like It He Did. It Always Set You Off. You Could Understand Why Lilith And Eve Left Him, He's A Total Womanizer. You Sighed When You Heard His Voice Nearby. The Woman Around You Took Notice Too. Mere Moments Later Adam Was Face To Face With You, Slurping A Near Empty Soda. " Wassup, Man. " He Said With A Chuckle, Pointing Finger Guns At You. The Nerve Of This Guy, For Real. " Hey, Adam. What Can I Do Ya For? " You Spoke With A Slight Irritated Tone, He Was So Loud. Every Time He Came Around You It Feels Like Going To The Stoe With A Crying Toddler. " Nothing Much, Man. I Just Keep Noticing You Stealing All My Bitches, And That Is So Not Cool. " He Finished Slurping The Rest Of His Drink And Threw It At You. He Then Adjusted His Wings. You Noticed Lute A Few Seconds After, Standing In Her Military Pose. She Didn't Really Speak Unless It Was Backing Adam Up. But You Had Liked That She Wasn't One Of Those Ladies That Clung Onto Him. You Grunted When The Cup Landed At Your Face And Sighed. You Picked The Cup Up And Threw It Away " Adam, First Man, I Am Not Trying To Take Anyone Of These Respectable Ladies Away From You. Chill, Dude. " " Whatever Fucker. You Know That I'm The Original Dick! All Your Dicks Descend From Me, I'm Fucking Adam! Don't Go Thinking You're All High And Mighty Cause You Got Fair Looks. " He Shouted With A Scoff, Pointing His Hand To His Member. " Yeah! He's The Original Dick, Go Fuck Your Own Ass! " Lute Said Pointing To You Before Standing Back Into Position. " Lute, Fuck. Chill. Bitch. " Adam Scoffed. He Then Proceed To Laugh At You Before Leaving With A Few Females In His Arms. Lute Following Behind Him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You Weren't Aware At Forst Until You Noticed The Snickering Coming From The Extermination Females. You Raised An Eyebrow And Shook It Off, But The Worrisome Knot In Your Stomach Didn't Go Away. The Men Had Been Laughing At You Every Time You Passed Them. Finally Thats When You Overheard What Was Being Talked About. " How Does This Man Pull Anybody, He's A Virgin " One Guy Laughed. The Other Male's Followed Behind With More Whispers And Snickering. Embarrassed And Highly Annoyed You Made Your Way Back To Your House. You Knew Exactly Who Had Managed To Pull This Stunt And To Say You Were Enraged Wouldn't Even Begin To Describe How You Were Feeling. This Was Suppose To Be Heaven, Yet The Way Everybody Was Suddenly Treating You Because You're A Virgin.. Really Makes You Feel Like You're In Hell. You Hadn't Came Back Out Of Your Quarters At All That Day, Figuring You'd Need Time To Let The Talk Of The Town Die Down. You Hadn't Confirmed It To Be True So Hopefully Nobody Will Continue To Worry About It. You Sighed Sitting On Your Couch. Just When You Thought You Were Going To Have A Regular Day. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Evening Turned To Night Quicker Than You Realized. You Were Disrupted From Your Tv Show By A Knocking At The Door. You Stood Up And Flew Down, Opening The Door To Be Greeted By Lute. Your Expression Is One Of Utter Confusion As She Makes Her Way Inside And Sits On Your Couch. You Takle A Second To Process Her Arrival Before Groaning And Closing The Door Behind You. You Make Your Way In Front Of Her. " Why Are You Here, Lute? " You Said With Slight Irritation. You Knew Adam Was The Cause For The Rumor And Lute Was Always At His Feet. " I Hear You're A Virgin..? I'm Here To Change That. " She Speaks As She Crosses Her Legs. Her Arms Crossed Against Her Chest. She Wasn't Kidding. " You Aren't Going To Laugh At Me, Or Beat Me Up About This. What's In It For You, To Go Run To Adam As Proof That I Am A Virgin " You Scoffed, You Could See She Was Serious But You Needed More Proof " Adam Doesn't Know I'm Here. I'm Just Wanting To Help You Out, Okay. We've Had Our Fights So Its Not Like I'm A Stranger. I'll Be Gentle. " Lute Looked You In The Eyes And Spoke In A Stern Reassuring Tone. You Wont Lie, The Idea Of Having Intimacy With Lute Was Everyman's Dream. You've Even Thought Of It. So After A Moment Of Thinking You Nodded Your Head Yes. Lute Smiled And You Two Made Your Way To The Bedroom. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Before You Could Truly Process What Was Happening, You Were Seated On The Bed And Lute Was In Between Your Thighs. She Was Gently Caressing Your Member, The Feeling Of It Hardening Sent A Shiver Down Your Spine. This Was Really Happening, You Felt Your Hard Member Press Against Your Pants. " Let Me Know When It Becomes To Much, Okay. Just Relax " Lute Spoke As She Took Your Pants And Boxers off, Exposing Your Hardened Member, You Had Pre-Cum Already Leaking Down. Lute Gently Started To Rub Your Member. Her Soft Hands Rubbing You And Down. You Closed Your Eyes, Enjoying The Sensation Being Given To You. Your Virgin Dick Twitched. She Brought Your Head To Her Mouth And Slowly Started To Tease Your Tip. You Grunted And Threw Your Head Back. Buckling Your Hips. Lute Smiled And Took You In, Swirling Her Tongue Around Your Cock As She Bobbed Her Head Up And Down. You Let Out A Couple Soft Moans, Just Enjoying The Feeling. Lute Was Gentle And Wanted To Make Sure You Felt Everything She Was Doing. She Jerked You Off Until You Felt A Knot In Your Stomach. You Had Never Experienced This Before But Your Cock Twitched And Felt The Need To Thrust Your Hips Into Her Mouth. Gripping Her Hair As You Shoved Yourself Inside Of Her, It Didn't Take Long For The Knot To Snap As You Came In Lutes Mouth. You Moaned Out As Lute Cleaned You Up. " You Did Well. Same Time Tomorrow? You Still Have A Lot To Learn "

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[venomised]

Lute's bloodthirst

Lute x fem reader

(The Velvette x Reader x Lute smut is coming soon!)

MAJOR TW MDI

Contains: Lute being the bloodthirsty angel she is, Period sex, Blood, gay sex, Oral

Lute loves Blood, the warmth, the smell, the taste. But she especially loved your blood. Your period blood to be exact, it was her favourite drink. During shark week she would be burried between your thighs for hours drinking it up like a woman starving. Pushing you into orgasm after orgasm until you were limp.

Smiling up at you her chin, lips and teeth covered in golden liquid and clots. She only layed out a towel because you wanted her to do so.

And after she bathed and cleaned you up, you could feel her petting your belly excited for the next time she could consume her favourite meal.

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[redr0sewrites]

First Time...

filthy filthy filthy thoughts i can't get out of my head so here they are

🥀Cw: smut, dom!lute, fem!reader, praise, oral sex, body worship, scissoring, established relationship

🥀Pairing(s): Lute x fem!reader

🥀minors dni

"lute..." you gasped as your back hit the wall, her athletic stature pinning you. you can still hear the party music humming in the background as lute held you against the wall of your shared bedroom. throughout the entire party you had both hosted you'd been forced to be separate from eachother as you dealt with guests. lingering touches and meaningful looks were all you had seen of your girlfriend all night, yet it seemed the tension had come to boiling point.

you're face flushes as your eyes met her amber ones, she was so close you could feel the heat from her body enveloping you. a soft, electric tug in your core ignites like a flame as lute took another step forward. "are you sure..." you whisper, careful not to break the boiling tension between you two. "i've never been with a woman before, i'm probably not very good...." lute scoffed, leaning in so tantalizingly close. your eyes trailed down to her soft lips, mesmerized by the smooth planes of her pale face. her brow quirks in amusement when she notices you staring and you can feel even more heat travel to your face. lute leans in, so close that you can feel her breath tickle your neck. she's electric, practically humming with lust and tension.

you can feel your own arousal soaking your panties, and while you would normally be embarrassed about getting so aroused from such simple movements, this was no normal situation. lute whispers in your ear, each syllable so seductive and sinful that your stomach tightens. "you truly think i care about that, doll?" lute purrs, her hands slowly coming to rest on your hips. "unless you don't want too..." her tone is sultry, almost pleading as she looks into your eyes for confirmation. your throat seems to clamp up, your senses buzzing with her scent, her touch, fuck, you could barely imagine how she would taste.

"lute... kiss me, please," you plead, grabbing her collar and pulling her impossibly closer. her body flushes against yours and your chests collide as her knee slips between your legs. you let out a small whine as your sensitive breasts rub against hers, and she smirks. lute's kisses are like a storm, wild and wonderful and seductive in an alluring of lust and emotion. her hand travels up from your hips to hold your face as her plush lips capture yours, her tongue slipping into your mouth as you gasp.

"you're so beautiful," lute murmurs, her soft lips swallowing yours while she held your jaw in a firm grip. her thigh presses against the aching heat between your legs and you grind down instinctively as lust blurs your senses. a strained moan slips past your lips and lute gives your hips an appreciative squeeze while her skilled tongue explored your mouth. lute had kissed you before, she had memorized everything about you and every way to pleasure you, and was sure that you weren't a virgin. yet, you were so tentative about not being able to please her. she intended on showing you just how much she truly desired you.

suddenly, lute pulls away, a warmth flushing her cheeks as she admires you. her gaze pauses on your kiss-bruised lips, and then travels to your flushed cheeks and needy expression. "how the tables have turned," you chuckle, and she rolls her eyes affectionately. "bed?" the question is seemingly simple, yet you know she's offering you another way out. you could refuse, you could always deny her, and yet why would you? throughout your entire relationship, she always gave you the opportunity to say "no", from your first kiss to now, your first time. the act of respect only made you want to say yes even more. "bed," you agree, and she smirks. "thats my girl". like an animal unleashed, her lips capture yours again, yet this time she holds less restraint. one of lute's hands tangles in your hair, the other groping your ass as she pulls you over to the bed. a stifled whimper is swallowed by her lips when you both crash onto the mattress, your kiss a heated mess of teeth and tongue as she easily dominates you. lute moves to straddle you, her thighs caging you in as one of her hands cups your cheek. she doesn't pull away from the kiss as she slowly begins to toy with the hem of your shirt.

"can i take this off?" lute rasps, her lips just barely ghosting yours as a thin trail of spit connects you both. you nod eagerly, too needy for words as she peels your top off of you. a few beats of silence follow as lute stares at you in shock, and now it's your turn to smirk. "do you like it? i picked it out just for you. don't think you're the only one who was looking for something more tonight..." lute stares at the lacy lingerie, mesmerized by the way your breasts almsot spilled out of the thin white fabric. you looked like a goddess, and the erotic clothing accentuated your features and left little to the imagination. "i fucking love it," she groans, tugging down your waistline to reveal a matching set of lacy panties. "fuck", she cursed, her hands ghosting over your sides, unsure of where to touch first. "you're so gorgeous baby. so good f'me". lute's hands settle on your hips, rubbing soothing circles onto your flushed skin, slow and teasing as she kisses you again.

her lips trail down to your jaw, peppering your face with kisses as she moves towards your neck. you gasp as her lips graze over a sensitive spot, and she pauses, her warm breath against your neck was downright intoxicating. the sensation made your cunt throb as your thighs squeeze together, longing for stimulation. lute continues her assault on your neck, sucking a deep hickey just below your pulse point. you whine, throwing your head back to give her better access. she continues down to your collarbone, sucking another hickey, this one rougher and darker. you gasp, squirming slightly while she presses a gentle kiss over the forming bruise. her lips trail even lower between the valley of your breasts, and she nips at the soft flesh. you whimper as her hands trail up your sides, coming to rest over your tits as she gently gropes the sensitive skin. she pinches your hardened nipple through the fabric and you mewl, your back arching off the bed. with a skillful hand, lute reaches behind your back and unclips your bra, removing it in seconds as you squirm beneath her.

"fuck, thats so hot," you whine as she tosses your bra aside. lute doesn't reply, letting her actions speak for themselves. she nips at your soft skin, her mouth latching onto your nipple and sucking while her free hand plays with your other breast. her teeth graze the sensitive bud, her tongue swirling over your chest as you writhe from pleasure. she continues to grope at the other breast, giving it equal attention as she pinches your hardened nipple. the ache in your cunt was growing unbearable as you struggled to keep your composure, but you couldn't help but buck your hips up against hers. your thighs were clenching as your clit throbbed, desperate for any attention, yet it wasn't enough. "lute.." you whisper her name, gently pulling her head away from your chest. "please... i need you.." lute's eyes meet yours, her gaze electric and exhilarating. "aw, my angel needs me? what do you need baby?" you pout, embarrassment preventing you from saying what you wish. lute crawls up higher, her hips dragging over yours and making you gasp from the friction. with two fingers she grabs your chin, forcing you to make eye contact. "use your words, baby". you're cheeks flush at her commanding tone, and you whisper, "i want you to touch me."

"i'm already touching you baby, you're gonna have to be more specific," lute teases, her eyes dark with lust. you pout, whining as she holds you still. "you- you know what i mean!" you whimper, nearly begging her to touch you. lute chuckles and you sigh, her gaze dropping down to admire your body as she lets go of your face. "why don't you show me, hmm baby? just take my hand an' show me where," she cooed, using a childish tone as your cheeks heat. slowly, you grab her hand, trailing it lower down your body to your aching core. lute follows the movement carefully, her sharp eyes admiring every inch of your body. your underwear is soaked, and the sheer fabric gives lute a perfect view of your pussy. "you want me to touch you here?" lute meets your gaze, her long, thin fingers rubbing ever so slightly over the soaked fabric. you nod fervently, the slight stimulation making your hips buck. "stay still," she commands, her eyes not leaving yours for a second, "or i'll stop". you immediately freeze, holding your breath as she slides down to lay between your legs.

lute spreads your thighs, admiring your glistening heat through your pretty lacy panties. you can feel her breath against your inner thigh as she just stares intently. its a battle of wits, who will give in to their desires first. you tremble as her hand makes its way up your thigh, reaching your aching cunt. "you want me t' touch this pretty pussy?" lute coos, toying with you as she tugged the hem of your panties down. "yes lute- f-fuck-" you moan softly as the cold air meets your aching heat, and lute runs a finger over your folds. she trails up to your clit, slowly circling over your pearl as she played with your drooly pussy with her other hand. she spread your glistening folds, watching your cunt flutter with each circle over your clit. leaning in, she licked a stripe up your soaked cunt, and your whole body shudders at her skill. "you taste wonderful..." she purrs, her stare bearing into your soaking heat with a carnal desire. "i could just devour you."

you whimper, thighs already trembling as you struggle to stay still. your mind is fuzzy with lust, and lute teases your entrance with a finger. you were already so wet, you didn't know if you could take much more. lute's finger slips inside your heat and you gasp, the stimulation making you squirm slightly. lute pauses, letting you adjust to the slight stretch before curling her finger, watching your expression intently as she continues to play with you. soon she adds in a second finger, giving you a few seconds of preparation before she begins to curl her fingers and reach that sweet spot inside you. her other hand moves to circle your clit, your gushing pussy soaking her fingers as your thighs quiver.

"fuck babe, you're so wet," she mumbles, leaning into clean up some of the mess. her fingers thrust into your cunt as soft, sloppy noises fill the room. lute leans in to suck on your puffy clit, her tongue swirling over the needy bud as you writhe from pleasure. you can already feel the coil in your abdomen tightening as your orgasm build, and your eyes roll back as she slips in a third finger. "ff-fuck-ngh- lute 'm gonna-" your thighs clamp down around her head and she uses her free hand to spread them again.

"c'mon baby, you can cum," she whispers against your pussy, her nose nudging your clit as she licks your folds sloppily. her fingers curl deeper inside your gummy walls and your mouth opens in a silent scream as a wave of euphoria washes over you. all you can do is babble her name in between broken moans as your mind goes blissfully blank, and lute continues fucking you through your high. "thats my girl, you're doing so good f'me, c'mon," she whispers, rubbing your shaky inner thigh as you tremble and keen from pleasure. your drooly pussy gushes, squirting over your lover's face as she laps up your slick. slowly you begin to calm down, gasping for breath as lute continues to gently lick and suck at your clit. looking down at her soaked face and your dripping thighs, your eyes widen at the realization. "i didn't know you were a squirter," lute teased, licking your juices of her lips. "fuck, thats so hot", you whine, turning away as she chuckles again. "c'mon baby, lets get you all cleaned up," she coos, rising out of the bed to presumably get something to start cleaning.

"what about you?" you ask, and she turns to you. "don't worry about me darling, i'll survive," she chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "your pleasure is enough for me". you pout, dissatisfied with her answer. "what kind of girlfriend would i be if you didn't even come on out first time together? 'm not tired, i can take another round," you plead, and lute's mouth twitches. "are you sure?" her eyes are wide with list, yet you can tell she's holding back, for your sake. you nod eagerly, pulling her onto the bed. you trail your hands over her wings, making her shudder as you tug on the hem of her shirt.

"may i?" lute nods, and you toss the shirt to the side. shes wearing a plain sports bra, and the top of her boxers are visible under her pants. "you're so hot" you repeat for what must bw the umpteenth time that night. you marvel at her sculpted figure, and trail your hands down her sculpted abs to her waistline. "go on," she mutters, and you giggle at her eagerness. "patience is a virtue~" you reply snarkily. you make quick work of her undergarments and bra, until your both completely bare. you can already feel wetness forming between your thighs, and from the way lute is squirming, she isn't as satisfied as she claims. you grab her smaller waist, moving her to straddle you again. her legs slot in perfectly over yours and her glossy pussy grinds against you. a soft whine slipspast her lips and you shudder at the friction.

"c'mon," you whisper, grinding upwards against her cunt. "jus' like that," your voice slurs, the soft, sloppy sounds of both of your cunts grinding together fills the room as lute clingw to you. her hips jerk with each thrust, her clit rubbing against yours as she whimpered. "f-fuck-" she gasps, hands grabbing your hips to steady herself. "fuck, 'm already close," she hisses, and you nod, too breathless for words. her needy cunt pulses, her puffy clit grinding against yours which each grind as her movements become more sporadic. you have a perfect view of her tits, watching as they bounce in time with each roll of her hips. you can feel your release building in your stomach, and lute pulls you in for a sloppy kiss. her tongue slides into your mouth with ease as she continues grinding against you, her folds fluttering as your slick mixes together.

"m' gonna-" she whines, tucking her head into the crook of your neck as her cunt spasms and she shudders. "me too baby," you gasp, rutting up against her a fee more times before your orgasm washes over you. a wave of pure euphoria swallows you up, engulfing you in a torrent of pleasure as you come fast and hard. lute moans into your ear, panting and gasping for breathas she collapses against you. you fall back against the bed, your legs tangled up with hers as you gently run your hands over her wings and back as she calms down. she nuzzles into the crook of your neck as you wrap your arms around her while you lay on your back.

"you okay?" you whisper, and she nods, pressing a kiss to your neck. "yea, fuck that was good," she mumbles, lazily tracing a finger up and down your arm. you giggle, lost in your pre-orgasmic daze and she joins you, soft laughter filling the silent room. "whats so funny?" she asks, her eyes crinkling into a soft smile as she turns to look at you. her hair is tussled, her cheeks flushed, and her lips swollen and pink. in your eyes, she's never looked more beautiful. "nothing," you whisper, leaning in to kiss her again. "i'm just so lucky to have you." lute sighs, pressing her forehead against yours, cherishing the moment together. "me too," she whispers, followed by a beat of silence. with a sigh, she moves to get up, yet you pull her back down. "five more minutes?" you whisper, and she sighs. how could she ever deny you? she curls back into your embrace, knowing damn well you both won't be getting up until tomorrow morning.

yes i just wrote 2812 words of pure lesbian smut what about it 😇

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[hazbinhotelfan123]

Hello, could you please do a lute x male reader? Where the reader is super peaceful and kind, but when things start to get hot he goes all dominant and Lute kinda likes it a lot. I would prefer to be smut but it can be fluff if you prefer.

So just a warning obv it's a smut as requested and I'm sorry if it's rly bad coz it's my first smut fic!

You and lute were friends. You had been for as long as you could remember. You were usually a kind and quiet person which lute liked about you.

But recently you've both noticed some tension between you. Like when you were out and messing about and you both tripped up. You ended up falling on top of lute very close to eachother and you both stayed like that for a while. You almost kissed but lute was needed by Adam to do something.

This specific day you had enough of it. You found lute went to the closest hidden place you could. You pushed her against the wall and started making out with her. "Y/n" she said breathlessly. "What are you doing?". "Doing what I should have done sooner. Fucking the hell out of you" You said.

You kissed down her jaw and left marks on her neck. Lute started moaning and maoning your name. "Fuuuck" she moaned. You started to undress her and as you did you could help but notice the bulge in your pants grow.

You both stripped yourselves and started asking out again. You moved down her body and and pressed her hips against the wall. You went on your knees and started to lick her pussy.

She moaned so loudly that you thought everyone else would hear. She tried to become the dominant one but you wouldn't let her. "I like this new side to you y/n".

You guys then started to fuck properly. A mixture of both your moans filled the room. After you both finished you were both breathless and tired. "I could get used to this" you said. She smiled and laughed at that.

Sorry its not massively detailed but it's my first smut so a little anxious to write it.

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[tswhiisftteedr]

ANYTHING Lute x Reader, i just need to see more of this perfect gal whose had like 3 minutes total of screentime

Girls ☆ One Shot

☆ Lute x Human Soul!Fem!Reader:

After having met you on your first day in heaven, your life and lute’s would change for the better as you had found your other half despite your original predicaments.

Words: 4228

Warnings: Mature Content, Explicit/Graphic Language, Honestly Nothing Kinky, It’s just plain girl on girl smut. Homophobia. Lute might be ooc. NOT PROOFREAD.

Notes: Okay right off the bat, some bullshit logic about angels being able to tell if someone is queer, also lute is gay but has some major internalized homophobia so for a good chunk of this she’s rude to the reader just because they’re gay.

☆ more under the cut. ☆

Frankly, the scenario felt weird, especially given the fact that both of you were, well, 'you.'

From a logical standpoint, it didn't add up, not in the slightest. However, in the grand scheme of things, ‘does love really need to make sense?’

The response to that question was unquestionably, no, when observing your relationship with Lute.

It all began when your seemingly stable life abruptly crumbled. While crossing the street, mind you, at a red light, fate took a dark turn as a truck with faulty brakes struck you, ending your life on the spot.

There was no reincarnation into another world after this encounter with truck-kun; you were flat out dead.

In the blink of an eye, you found yourself standing before the gates of Heaven, where Saint Peter meticulously inspected his book, akin to the VIP list of an exclusive nightclub – or so it seemed.

However, instead of the typical club scene with artificial lights, drugs, unpleasant odours, drunk individuals, and a sense of desperation, you were enveloped in a heavenly realm. Fluffy clouds, savoury food, sweet fragrances, joyful company, and an overwhelming sense of acceptance surrounded you.

This was truly paradise, and you were relieved that your life wasn't too problematic. After being shown your potential residence—a beautiful house with a spacious garden—and touring 'Heaven city' with a friendly Angel couple, you enjoyed exploring your surroundings.

However, the perfection took a turn when you accidentally encountered the first unfriendly 'individual' in Heaven.

"Watch it," the woman with white hair warned you, and after scanning you from head to toe (much like her golden-winged companion), she remarked, "I guess they really let anybody in these days, even people like you."

With those words, she walked away accompanied by the non-human-looking 'man,' which seemed to be the norm in this place. However, you couldn't shake off the unease caused by her reference to 'people like you.'

Soon, you discovered the meaning behind her comment. Apparently, angels here could distinguish between cis-straight and queer individuals.

The reason of ‘why?’ remained unknown to you, but what became clear was that, in her opinion, you didn't deserve Heaven—not based on your actions but solely due to your sexuality, ‘and that pissed you off.’

You had planned to confront her the next time your paths crossed, and that moment arrived three months later, long after you had moved on from the incident;

Now, you were patiently waiting in line to sample drinks at the recently opened smoothie bar. The atmosphere was serene and heavenly, as expected.

Just as it was about to be your turn to order, you were rudely jolted by the announcement, "Move it, bitches, Adam’s in the houuuse."

You found yourself pushed aside, forced to witness the obnoxious Angel now placing his order.

Midway through his order “Pineapple smoothie with extra pineapple, tapioca, grass jelly, make it an extra-large with extra sugar, then she’ll have-“ it suddenly dawned on you that he was the guy with the white-haired companion from last time. Before you could fully process it, you turned around to find the white-haired woman right beside you.

Upon noticing you, she shot a disgusted glare and 'tsk' your way. Frustrated, you thought, 'That rude bitch- Not only did she cut in line, but she also gave you a look like you were a turd on the incredibly clean streets of heaven!'

This time, you were determined to speak your mind to her;

"Whats your problem?" you question her with frustration evident in your tone.

"Excuse me?" she retorts, disdain dripping from her voice.

"I'm asking, what's your issue with me? Our first encounter, you flat out implied I didn't belong in heaven. Seriously, for what, for being gay? Firstly, that's bullshit because my worth as a person shouldn't be based on my sexuality. Secondly, it's just plain homophobic. Isn't heaven supposed to be all about accepting thy neighbour? So instead of treating me like I'm beneath you, how about an apology for our last interaction, Miss off-brand Kanade?" You lay it all out, determined not to let her disrespect slide this time. She was to blame before, but allowing it again would be on you, ‘and that wasn't going to happen.’

"Oooooh, cat fight!" remarked the golden-winged Angel, treating your dispute as some form of entertainment. Also 'cat fight', was he fucking serious?! That term left you thinking, 'misogynistic asshole!' in response to his words.

"Do you even know who you're speaking to?" the woman questioned, exuding a sense of superiority.

"Yeah, tear that bitch a new on, Lute!" the golden-winged Angel chimed in.

"I don't 'lute,' and if you were truly that significant, I would’ve. But it sure as hell doesn't seem to be the case!" you retorted with a touch of spite, placing extra emphasis on her name.

The shop as a hole gasped at the mention of the ‘H word’.

"I’ll have you on that I hold the title of Lieutenant of— in the Heavenly Army. And as one of God's warriors, I deserve respect from someone of your, let's say, slightly above dreadful mortal soul status," she declares, almost slipping up and inadvertently revealing the existence of exterminators.

"Sure thing, 'heaven warrior.' Firstly, when did we ever need an angel like you? It's been peaceful here. Secondly, I couldn't help but notice that slip-up. I don't know your real occupation, probably still military judging by your mannerisms, but certainly not some simple member of this 'heaven’s army,'" you respond, now sure that she's concealing her true job from most of Heaven's population.

"You insolent, miserable, lower life form! Consider yourself fortunate that your meager good deeds in your pathetic human life landed you here. Otherwise, I would have had the pleasure to—" she began, but was abruptly interrupted by her 'companion' or perhaps 'boss.' "Chill out, danger tits," he calmly stated in a tone vastly different from his earlier goofiness. The shift in his demeanor was genuinely unsettling.

And her attitude swiftly transformed; she composed herself and turned to face him. "I apologize, Adam, sir. I allowed my emotions to take over and stepped out of line," she said, directing her apology not to you but to her boss.

With that, the two individuals departed, leaving you to independently apologize to your fellow angels for the disturbance.

Was that the final occasion you heard or saw them? No, because not even a month later, here you were;

Another fun aspect of heaven was its schools, designed for souls who aspired to study on Earth but lacked the opportunity or had their lives cut too short to complete their educations.

Another facet of this scenario allowed the souls of teachers or individuals aspiring to aid in unfulfilled dreams to volunteer for assisting with the children's education.

That's why you found yourself present today, supporting Miss Asiimwe with her fourth-grade anglophone class during a spelling bee. Just as the classroom door swung open, an unmistakably loud and obnoxious voice rang out, "What up turds, big bro Adam's in the house!"

Your day took a turn from a wholesome one contributing to kids' education to a shitty one, because if that ‘pompous jerk Adam was here, she sure would also be—‘ "Oh, it's you again," Lute remarks to you, her voice less harsh than the last encounter but still carrying a hint of bitterness.

Truly, ‘It was a waste for her to be so beautiful with that kind of attitude’. Despite her rude remarks about your sexual orientation, you may or may not find her attractive—perhaps not the wisest choice, and you were aware of such. But hey, after all, dominatrix existed, and they get paid handsomely to insult people. So, ‘is it really that unconventional to be into her?’

Yes, it very much so was. However, before having the chance to delve into those thoughts, Lute abruptly snapped her fingers right in front of your face to divert your attention.

"What are you doing here?! And a quit staring at me like that!" she demanded, replacing her fingers with her face, now uncomfortably close, and you could feel her breath on your face.

"Um, well— I'm assisting this classroom's teacher, something I've been doing since week one in heaven, so you're not kicking me out," you replied with a defensive tone, slightly taken aback by her question but drawing from your previous interactions.

"I never claimed I would, chill out, mortal soul. You shouldn't project the stress of your inadequacy as an inferior being into this classroom's atmosphere. Stress spreads easily, and you wouldn't want it affecting the children," she declares with authority, though her tone and gaze had some gentleness in it.

Truth be told, she might have found herself drawn to you. It was a difficult pill to swallow, given her blatant homophobia and the fact she found the thought of ‘her’ being attracted to a woman absolutely absurd.

Upon initially glimpsing your figure and sensing a certain fire within her, her instinctive response was to be rude to you.

"You mentioned you've been assisting here since your first week. How frequently do you come by?" she inquires, attempting to initiate casual conversations with you. By now, she had acknowledged that you weren't to blame for her attraction. While you might be the source, her draw toward women wasn't dependent on whether she found you hot or not.

"Well, I try to stop by at least twice a week. I believe having familiar faces during learning helps children feel safer and more supported," you admitted, surprised that she's engaging in small talk.

"I completely agree. Having a trusted adult present during learning builds a strong foundation for children's education, especially for the younger ones," she adds, gazing ahead at the classroom where the children have transitioned from spelling to playing with Adam.

"Leave it to the man-child to get along with kids," you joke to yourself, watching how effortlessly Adam bonds with the children. They're engrossed in a game involving knights and kings, with Adam, of course, playing the role of the king.

To your surprise, Lute chuckles at your remark before quickly composing herself. "Well, he is the father of humanity," she states, a faint smile appearing at the corner of her lips.

"I guess I can't argue with facts," you reply, your own face lighting up with a smile at the sight of the joyful children.

After that day, your meetings with Lute became a regular occurrence. Whether it was the joyful atmosphere of children immersed in learning or something else, she grew quite friendly with you over the course of two months. Your interactions even extended beyond the school, evolving into outings to cafes and amusement parks.

Today was one of Lute's off-duty days. You weren't exactly sure why heaven required an army, but you refrained from probing too much, especially during your hangouts, which were focused on enjoying each other's company rather than discussing work.

Currently, you were at CheeLand, the largest amusement park in all of heaven, offering rides for both the faint-hearted and adrenaline junkies alike.

You leaned towards the gentler side when it came to this type of amusement, while Lute embraced the thrill. That's why you found yourself anxiously gripping your seat’s restrains as the cart ascended the rails, anticipating the impending drop.

Your white-haired friend had successfully egged you on, convincing you to join her on the ride. Despite calming yourself in line, once the ride began, all your anxiety rushed back;

Lute, growing excited as the carts continued to climb up, remarked, "This is going to be so fucking fun! Can't believe you were such a baby about it in line." Her teasing tone shifted as she noticed your terrified expression.

Softening, she grabbed your hand and reassured you, "Listen, you'll be alright. The rides are completely safe and secure. Plus, I'm here with you." Her last sentence was emphasized by a comforting squeeze of your hand, prompting you to turn and look at her. "And worst case scenario, you're already dead, so there's nothing to be truly afraid of," she joked, easing the tension slightly.

But then came her next words, reigniting panic. "Okay, get ready, we're almost there." Glancing forward, you realized, "Oh, shit." She was right, and in an instant, the drop arrived. Both of you screamed at the top of your lungs throughout the entire ride…

You emerged from the ride, your head still a bit foggy and your voice hoarse from screaming, with Lute holding your hand.

As you both walk towards a nearby bench for a moment of composure, she remarks, "See, wasn't so bad."

"The fuck it wasn't!" you retort. Just as she's about to tease you for your reaction, you abruptly pull her into a tight hug in a serge of emotions. "But thanks for being with me. I doubt I could have even mustered the courage to join the ride lineup if you weren't here. I'm really grateful you're with me," you whisper softly.

She was startled by the contact, causing her to freeze momentarily. Although her initial instinct was to pull away due to nervousness, she recognized this as a vulnerable moment for you. Awkwardly, she hugged you back and gradually melted into the embrace.

After 5 minutes, the reality of the position hit her, and nerves kicked in. "You're welcome, now get off me, you weirdo," she insists, pulling away from the hug. However, all you can do is smile at her. Despite her attempt to maintain a front, she can't help but crack a smile too. 'She actually enjoyed how close you just were,' but that was something she kept to herself.

At some point in time, you had even overheard her referring to you as her friend to her boss, Adam, who questioned her sudden shift from his side to yours. Her face turned beet red as she defended you—a sight you wouldn't have expected from her at all.

However, that flushed look she harbored became increasingly frequent over time. You had become accustomed to her mannerisms and the way she expressed emotions, often lashing out due to difficulty in self-expression.

You had grown familiar with what brought a smile to her face, what upset her, and especially what left her flustered. By then, you had realized she liked you based on her behaviours, yet it seemed she hadn't recognized the romantic nature of her feelings.

Aware of her confusion, especially considering her upbringing and training, you knew the absence of romance in her education left her clueless about such emotions. Despite this, you chose to let her navigate these feelings on her own. It wasn't your place to impose that you were better aware of her own emotions than she was.

Yet, you played a role in guiding her toward this realization by incorporating more physical gestures, of course, always within her comfort boundaries: holding her hand more often, offering more frequent hugs, ensuring there was some form of touch between you two.

A common occurrence was when you walked together, either with your arm around her or your pinkies linked.

Her flushed face became so habitual that seeing her without it seemed unusual; the red tint became her typical expression when spending time with you.

Take, for instance, that day when you visited the newly opened restaurant on 'Holy Avenue.';

Opting for a Caesar salad, Lute aimed to play it safe in case the other offered dish didn't appeal to her taste. However, as she munched on her food, her gaze kept wandering to your dish, which seemed quite appetizing.

She attempted to deny her desire for a bite, but after spending so much time together, you had become adept at reading her emotions.

Acknowledging her unspoken request, you picked up a small portion with your fork, gesturing for her to join in. Initially embarrassed, she hesitated to refuse, but a single pleading look and she relented.

Her face flushed from the intimate gesture, the question of ‘why was she getting so worked up over your friendly act’ lingered in her mind as she finally took the bite-size food portion. The fact that she found you visually pleasing wasn't the answer she sought. Her feelings were deeper than mere physical attraction.

This realization was further confirmed as she spent the entire night unable to sleep, her mind consumed by thoughts of your hangout and the fact that you had fed her.

Tossing and turning, she found herself questioning the nature of your relationship: were you friends? Yes, that was obvious. Were you a couple? No, definitely not. Did she want you to be more than friends, an item perhaps? "Uuh, fuck," she groaned into her pillow as the realization hit her that she had developed feelings for you.

By now, it seemed like everyone and their mothers were aware of Lute's feelings, evident in her actions toward you. Not only had she begun reciprocating your physical advances, but she also initiated some herself.

Whether it was greeting you with a warm hug after a week apart, including you in her imposed outings with Adam, or playfully wrapping an arm around your waist during these occasions, her actions spoke volumes.

She'd whisper sweet jabs about her boss into your ear, leading to fits of laughter. Adam, in response, would roll his eyes at your intimate gestures, teasing Lute for being too obvious about her affection.

Despite her embarrassment and denials of any romantic feelings, you knew better than to take those at face value.

Yet besides the deep connection you shared, she struggled to express her feelings toward you. Accepting that she liked you had already been a significant challenge. Therefore, the idea of asking you out was currently off the table.

She needed to communicate her sentiments without uttering a word, and that's where today came into play—Valentine's Day.

Lute had dedicated the entire previous day and night to baking the perfect sweet, chocolaty treat for you. Not being accustomed to baking, she faced numerous trials and errors before getting it just right. Now, the moment had arrived for her to present these treats to you.

Having texted you to meet her at 'Wings Caffe' around 10, she patiently occupied a table since 9:30 a.m. following your confirmation text.

Initially, her plan was to simply hand you the chocolate, letting you make assumptions and agreeing when you eventually concluded that she liked you. However, things didn't go as planned, and nerves took over;

"Aww, that's so sweet, Lute. Thank you, really. I didn't get anything today, since y’a know, single as a Pringle," you remarked, pointing to yourself. "These chocolates mean a lot. By the way, they look fantastic. Where did you get them? I'd love to buy more for a snack," you inquired, holding the heart-shaped box.

"Made them," she mumbled, visibly embarrassed by your compliments.

"Really? Wow, I didn't know you baked. Maybe I'll come over to your place more often and have you whip something up for me," you begin. The implication of spending more time together tugs at Lute's chest, but your last sentence hits her hard. "I'm so grateful to have a friend who's skilled at baking and willing to make me things," you say as you start munching on the treats.

'Friends'—that's right, nothing more. It appears she couldn't rely on the heart-shaped box or the chocolate with words of affirmation in pink sprinkles to convey her feelings. If she desired more than friendship, she would have to be honest about her feelings this time.

However, true to her defensive nature, instead of clarifying the true reason behind giving chocolate on the day of love, she merely went along with your characterization of it as a friendly gesture.

"Yeah, I guess you're lucky to have a friend like me, someone so good at everything," she boasted, her voice proud, yet her expression betraying a hint of sadness.

Noticing the inconsistency, you set the box down on the table to free your hands and gently took hers. Meeting her gaze directly, you squeezed her hands for reassurance. "I wanted to let you work things out at your own pace, but we're not making any progress," you began, and she looked at you wide-eyed.

"I like you, Lute, and I know you like me too," you stated frankly. Before she could employ her defense mechanism, you added, "I'm not saying we have to start dating right away. I understand if you're not ready for that. But please keep in mind, as long as you don't outright reject me, I'll keep trying to pursue a relationship with you."

Upon hearing those words, Lute sensed the release of all the built-up stress and fear of rejection.

A newfound confidence surged within her, making her bold enough to grab your face and plant a bold kiss in plain sight for everyone at the café to witness. "Fuck yes, I'll be your girlfriend," she declared as she pulled away.

With a simple "Now, let's get out of here," the two of you stood up from your seats, leaving the café behind as her apartment became your new destination.

Upon reaching her place, things escalated rapidly—like, really rapidly. Mere seconds after stepping through the door, she was all over you.

Passionate kisses, hands exploring every inch of your body, fingers grabbing at whatever they could find. Nails scratching and digging, teeth occasionally biting at your skin when her mouth left yours.

Given the speed with which she undressed you, it seemed like she had envisioned this scenario for quite some time.

Before you knew it, you were lying on her bed, completely devoid of clothing, and that's when she began to work her magic;

Squirming within her grasp, she held your thighs down while eating you out. Breathless, you questioned, "I thought you were a homophobe before we met. How are you so good at this??" The overwhelming sensation of her tongue left you in awe.

You can practically feel her grin against your lips as she responds, "Yep, I was. But after developing a crush on you, I did my homework. Figured it be useful at one point or another. Though, ‘didn't think I'd be that good on my first actual trial.”

"Please don’t stop" you croak out between pants.

“Don’t worry, I won’t." she promised, increasing her rhythm and pressure.

As she continued to please you, you couldn't help but wonder what changed in her. This was way different from her usual flustered self. ‘Was it the time spent together? Or maybe the touch? The combination of both?’

Regardless, you decided to focus solely on the present moment, losing yourself in the sensations coursing through your body. Lute showed no signs of slowing down, proving her dedication to satisfying you.

Eventually, you reached climax, shouting her name as you finally released, your wings fluttered and your essence coated her tongue. Her response? She swallowed it down greedily, moaning around your pussy. When you finally fell back onto the bed, panting heavily, she climbed up beside you, her breasts pressing against your chest.

"That was... intense," you managed to utter between breaths.

"Glad you enjoyed it," she whispered, nibbling on your earlobe.

As you settled down together, Lute traced gentle circles on your stomach before trailing her fingers along your inner thighs. Her thumb brushed against your sensitive folds again, teasingly circling your tight entrance. "Do you want more?" she asked softly, her voice husky with desire.

You nodded weakly, unable to speak coherently yet.

Without further delay, Lute positioned herself between your spread legs again, positioning her own pussy just inches away from where she had been earlier. Lowering herself slowly, she began to rub your clits together, creating a new wave of pleasure that reverberated throughout both of them.

With each thrust of her hips, she increased the pace until you were moving in sync, your moans growing louder as you neared another orgasmic peak.

Your bodies intertwined, united in shared ecstasy, leaving neither wanting nor regretting your decision to explore the concept of a sexual relationship together.

Lute's hands grabbed onto your hips, holding you steady as she picked up speed, driving them both closer to climax. Your nails dug into her shoulders, leaving shallow crescent marks in the soft flesh; evidence of your shared intensity.

You could feel the familiar buildup starting again, your entire body tensing up in anticipation. With one final powerful thrust, Lute groaned loudly, her orgasm crashing over both of you like waves crashing onto shore. In response, you let out a high-pitched cry, joining her in blissful release.

Breathing heavily, you stayed in the same position for several moments longer than necessary, savouring the afterglow of your passionate union.

Eventually, you separated, both panting heavily. Lute rolled off of you, lying next to you on the bed, her chest heaving rapidly.

"That was... incredible," she panted out, reaching over to grab a nearby water bottle and handing it to you.

"Yeah, it was... Although I have to admit, having sex on the first day of making it official is pretty needy," you playfully tease her.

"Oh, shut up," she retorts before planting a kiss on your lips once you've swallowed your sip of water.

This relationship was going to be wilder than what you had anticipated…

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could you do 🍯 3 with girl dick lute?

Of course~ decided to do it like the last one in a way? Demon x angel plot♡♡ but it's a different plot is- execution day still though(cause I don't think she'd go to hell for anything else)

Warning(s): demon x angel, unprotected sex, girl dick lute, tail and horns thing, wing stuff? Idk, mating season(both of yours) afab reader, mating. Heat/ruts(mating season) , Lute is MEAN(but also praising you♡)

Didn't say if you wanted fem reader so I did gn reade

Gp! Lute x GN!demon reader

There are a lot of things you hated about hell. One of the biggest things? Was mating season. All demons go through with it- it's a normal thing. Considering sinners now have animal tributes, it's just something you'll have to deal with. No matter what you are- for some it's easier to handle and deal with.

But the beginning of it is the worst. It's like you've never BEEN in one before.

Panting you hid in the abandoned building, looking around, tail curled, tucking nervously. Its like God himself hated you the most. As if waiting to laugh in your face considering its execution day.

And your being hunted.

The flapping of wings nearby made you duck to hide, but you were too late something hit your side, making you fly to the side looking back. You saw her. A executioner staring you down.

Just your fucking luck. It's the leaders second in command. Lute.

"He-hey-" waving backing up, ignoring how she snarled stalking towards you as she found her prey. Her victim. "Been a while, huh lute?' Swallowing the last time you ran into her. You somehow out ran her.

Ever since? Her sights have been on you.

"Yeah. After you humiliated me. A sinner outrunning me? You got lucky" she snarled out swiping her sword to the side the blood on it flhong around.

It was fresh.

And, of course, your big mouth had to just speak. "Yeah, six times, is it?" Cursing yourself for uttering that. How she stopped and stared snarling wings fluttering flapping. You really did it now.

You pissed her off more.

Yelping, you turned rushing off. "NO NO IM SORRY LUTE SHIT-" you screamed out, racing into the first room you could find stumbling into it. A dead end. Seriously? Who the fuck sleeps in a room with no windows? Sighing, you turned barley missed the swipe of the sword from lute as she attempted to kill you.

With her being silent? You knew you really fucked up. Hearing her snarling and..panting? You turned, kicking her back roughly. "Sorry!" You couldn't help but call out as she luckily? Landed on the bed. Turning around she on her back she groaned taking a moment-

Taking the time with her on her back, you pounced on her, holding her down. "Stop! I- I don't wanna fight!" As she squirmed, trying to buck you off, making you whine unaware she's trying to stop you from feeling her shame. Her guilt for feeling like this in this situation.

Gasping finally feeling something poking your thigh smirking, you grind against her waist slowly, making her moan snarling up at you. "y-your mating season is here too?" Whining softly as she grabbed your waist roughly bucking up into your hips, panting heavily

"Yeah~" she whined softly, getting harder at the reveal. "fuck~ you fought me on your mating day? Did you want to get fucked?" She snarled out allowing you to reach up taking her mask off biting her lip kissing you deeply flipping you onto your back

Gasping ypu flushed looking up at her "i- I had to! Had no choice it comes when it wants!" You panted out on instinct, almost submitting to her looking away feeling guilty. By the smirk on her

You knew she saw-

"Guess there's only one thing to do, no?" She purred out, grinding against you, leaning to take her shirt off "we fuck of course. We're both on our mating season? Why not?" She hummed answering for you when you didn't reply "I'm gonna ask you once. Do you want this" She huffed out

Gently rubbing your waist wasn't what you expected from her, but here she was, waiting for you to think ignoring her instincts. "Yes. I... I want this" humming in approval she kissed you leaning back to strip you using her sword - "wha- I- my shirt!" You huffed flushed seeing her roll her eyes

"Take my jacket after. Ok?" Grunting leaning back, pulling her pants down- pulling her hard cock out already leaking pumping herself slowly groaning softly "fuck~" moving close testing rubbing her tip on your entrance smirking

"Wait, wait! You're too big!" You gasped moaning at the sheer length of her- making her hum rubbing herself on your entrance, grinding against you moaning against your neck leaning back "you- will you even fit-?"

"I'll go slow" at first- left unsaid not fully answering- grinding more on you covering her cock in your slick she hummed "it won't hurt slipping in. Your to deep in your heat you'd already pooling of yourself." She Grunting slowly pushing into you moaning loudly "fuck~ your tight~"

"Oh- oh god~" you sobbed out, spreading your legs more, feeling her push in more stretching you fully "too much~" moaning loudly under her tail thumping whining more when she reached gently taking your tail making you gasping loudly slipped under her

"You were just crying for my attention sweetheart~ now your begging me to stop? You sure that's what you want~?" She hummed, moaning, pounding into you, gasping."fuck~ getting even tighter for me~ fucking rutting against me before no~? Now you want me to stop" Leaning back rubbing your tail, watching you squirm more under her gently pinching it making you sob moaning drawing a loud whine

"No~" you begged out, sobbing under her kissing her deeply sobbing out her name, making her smirk pinching your tail, causing you to gasp whining lewdly

"That's my good pet~" she purred, shoving Into you fully moaning loudly eagerly fucking you into the bed panting heavily "thank God there was a bed here no?" Kissing along your neck hearing the purrs mixed with your moans "fuck you like this~? Being fucked by your greater?" She moaned out gasping leaning up pulling you by your horns to show your neck more- forcing you into submission for her "that's a good pet~" panting heavily pounding rougher into you flushed darkly

Whining loudly wrapping your legs around her waist, yanking her deeper into her, fully submitting to her "oh fuck please~ c-claim me~" you sobbed out holding her close watching her wings flap in approval. Puffing in a way to show off- like a dance of sorts "oh please~?"

Humming biting your neck roughly "claim you? You want to be my mate?' She growled out pounding rougher holding the bed- your sobs moaning for her, making her hum "your tail sensitive or something?" Rubbing it making you nod sobbing out

"It- its a courting thing ~ like like- sensitive makes them want to be mated-" You choked out arching your back into her at her unrelenting pace "horns and tails make- make demons horny at the touch If not careful~" flushed at her smirk as she tugged at your tail once more

"Guess I'll take you as mine then, huh? My pet?" Pounding roughly leaning close biting at your neck,"making you my mate~? Mine?" Purring out moaning heavily holding their waist roughly claiming you as hers.

She didn't care for the consequences(she does but she's so lost in her rut to acknowledge it) that she does do it. She bites down roughly "my mate ~ my sinner~" she snarled out her cock twitching deep inside you moaning heavily feeling you tighten around her moaning her name out smirking she hummed "yeah you like that? Like being claimed?" Groaning "fuck~ go ahead cum for me my pet~"

Sobbing our nodding, releasing around her clinging to her feeling her pound deeper shoving fully into you cumming deep inside with a loud moan snarling into your neck claiming you from the inside as well "fuck~" Sobbing out panting heavily rocking up into her feeling yourself gush onto the bed from them "n-need more~" you gasped out sobbing out for her

"Fuck~ yeah?" Pounding into you against groaning, twitching deep inside you,"want more? Fill you up more~?" Kissing you deeply relishing in the moans and cries you let out for her "fuck~ doing so fucking good what a good whore I have huh?" Snarling against your lips wings puffing up expanding fully flapping happily showing off smug

"Yes fuck yes~" you sobbed out moaning arching your back cumming around her cock again sobbing from the overestimating from the unrelenting pounding- the roughness from her "oh please~ please~" Sobbing out loudly

Groaning "this- is this the last time~ go-got to go-" hearing the alarm go off for her to come back snarling loudly pounding roughly into you- shoving fully into you so lost in her rut she couldn't hold back cumming deep inside you once more moaning loudly rocking into you slowly before slowly gently pulling out watching you gush of her. Feeling smug- possessive she properly mated you.

Made you hers.

Humming, she reached up, plucking a feather from her wing, putting it on your chest "wear it. Make it a necklace" putting a claim physically on you. "Accept my mateship by putting it on~?" Purring out kissing you gently moving to get dressed quickly putting her jacket on you rubbing your twitching legs

After a moment, she fled. Flying away without a goodbye(she hoped to see you again) humming, she smiled happily, hopping it all would end well for you both.

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But all acts. Have consequences. Mating a demon as an angel? Would have a consequence

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[marvel-redemption-omega]

We're at 7636 words for Make Me part 2... I, uh, might make it as long as or longer than part one... whoops. 😆

Sorry not sorry??

Also, gonna disclaim now, I have 0 idea what FxF sex is like, so if I fuck shit up, please tell me cause I've yet to be with another AFAB. Kay thanks bye! Love y'all! Mwah! 😘💜

I hope y'all are hungry.

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[bigfatbimbo]

URHRHR MAYBE SOMETHING WITH RIVAL LUTE REALIZING SHES IN LOVE W READER BC SHE KEEPS THINKING ABOUT READER, LIKE EVEN IN HEAVEN?? like reader lives in her mind RENT FREE, even when it isn't even extermination day.

and if u want to make it smutty, maybe something about lute masturbating to the thought of reader and only being able to cum from thinking about reader bc reader is the only one she wants.... 😇

cause in the night I know you burn with feelings —

warnings — weird angsty masturbation, afab reader implied, actually this whole thing is sapphic coded, enemies to lovers, emphasis on enemies

a/n — One-sided radiostatic, who? You and Lute do it better.

summary — While waiting for the next extermination day, Lute gets off at the thought of seeing her sinner rival once again.

DISCLAIMER!!! This is going with my rival!Lute au involving a sinner reader. Basically, if you didn’t read any of the other ones (you don’t need to) there’s basically just a battle dealing of sexual tension every extermination day.

It’s not often Lute gives into temptation. It’s not like she can’t. I mean, the act itself isn’t inherently a sin, so she could any time. But she doesn’t and there’s a simple reason for that.

Tonight specifically, she’s feeling particularly needy. However, she recalls what happened the last time she touched herself. Well, what she was thinking of, more like. But it had worked, hadn’t it? They were just thoughts, it’s not like she was committing a crime.

Breathing a sigh, her hand creeps between her thighs and tugs her panties to the side. She was going to relieve herself, but she wouldn’t let her mind wonder to thoughts of you.

One finger in. You, a sinner from hell who’s incomprehensibly skilled at fighting. You, who drives her mad with anger each extermination day. I mean, she just could never best you. Two fingers. You with your muscular build, and your gracefully purposeful movements. Not to mention your skills in handling a weapon.

Three fingers. And the way your body glistened, slick with sweat in the heat of battle. The way you press up against Lute before delivering a terrible blow.

Four. Your smirk when realizing how well you’re keeping up with an angel, and how it grows into a sinister grin at the look on Lutes face.

And all of a sudden, Lutes struggling to keep up, to block your blows when paired with your flirtatious comments. And then you trip her up and she falls flat on her ass, gazing up at you and your shit eating grin.

Her fingers move faster and her breath gets heavy. Oh, what she would give to wipe that smug smile off your perfect face. What she would give to make you pay for it.

To trip you up. To make you feel like this. Lute let’s out little winces of pleasure as she fucks into herself with her pussy. Yet, her anger rises. You, a pitiful demon, was the reason she was getting off. That’s blasphemous, and vile. But it wasn’t her fault.

Just like it was her fault when whines escaped her throat at the thought of you getting off to her like this. Do you? If your comments were true during battle, improbable but possible, then for all Lute knew, you could be sitting in hell with your legs spread… playing with your pussy as sweat pricks your forehead.

She moans loudly, too loudly. God, she hated you. She hated you so much she’d give anything to beat you into the ground, or into the mattress. To have you begging for mercy, god, what would she give?

Or fuck, even the other way around would work. You were a vile, sinful, hateful little creature, and yet, as her climax drew nearer, it was harder to deny how much she needed you. Every insult, every meaningless attempt to come onto her, every god forsaken smile of victory when another extermination day passes without your defeat, lead Lute to throw her head back into the mattress.

She hated you, she knew that, just as well as you. But, as she released all over her fingers, it was impossible to say she didn’t want you. At least a little bit.

a/n — that song is so my rival!Lute au. Anyways, Lute might be a little real for this.

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