#ya nasties

[revasserium]

In case you hadn’t noticed I utterly ADORE your LaDS fics 🫣 You write the boys so well I squeal when I read them!

Can I request prompts 27 and 142 from the prompt lists for our boy Raf? Could it be nsfw? 👉👈

Eagerly awaiting all of your fics about Raf and Xavier especially!

send me one + a character and i'll write u a drabble

eventide (27. follow me + 142. in the still of the night)

rafayel; 2,413; nsfw !!!, lvl 55 spoilers, piv sex, fem!reader, no "y/n", riding, heat??? adjacent sex???, smut with feelings, fluff and smut, pwp-ish

summary: "my life? what if you just take it instead?" said the sailor to the mermaid.

a/n: this is probably the best i've felt about a smut piece i've written. that ebb & flow lvl 55 story has me in a chokehold, i tell you.

“Maybe from the start… it was all a trap. Maybe the mermaid was after the sailor’s life all along.”

You reach forward to press your palm to the side of Rafayel’s face, feeling the heat of his skin burning against yours. Gently, you run your knuckles along the sparkling scales dotting the tops of his cheeks like so many pieces of a misplaced sea. You see his eyes go wide, feel his breath quicken impossibly in his chest.

“Okay.”

Rafayel blinks, and the barest hint of a frown creases his eyebrows as he turns to look at you.

“Okay?”

You smile, leaning forward with a soft sigh, letting your fingers trail down to his neck, where his pulse beats hummingbird fast beneath your touch.

“Mhm… you were saying earlier that you’d be so weak tonight that I could take your life if I wanted it…” you slowly shift your leg, one and then the other, over till you’re straddling Rafayel’s lap, both your hands resting on his shoulders. Fish-tail flashes of emotions flicker behind his eyes as he holds his breath, his fingers trembling as he reaches up to catch your wrists; he holds them tight, but he makes no move to either pull you closer or push you away.

You can feel his uncertainty thrumming in the air between you, static — electric.

“I — did…”

You let your head fall sideways as you flash him a sweet, helpless smile, “Then… if it were all a trap for my life… I’m saying that you can have it.”

You lean forward, and like this, your eye line is just a bit higher than his, forcing him to crane his head upwards to keep ahold of your gaze.

He is so warm beneath you that for a moment, you wonder if he’s activated his Evol by accident.

“I can…” for a moment, he seems confused, even drunk as he stares up at you, and then, the flicker of something behind his eyes as he goes stiff beneath you. Then, his fingers are digging into your hips and his breath is nearly searing across your lips. Your newly released wrists burn where his grip had been just seconds before, and you slowly sink your fingers into the hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean — or make promises you’ve no intention of keeping.” There’s a razor’s edge glinting beneath the soft hiss of his voice as he glares at you, a longing as deep as the sea roiling behind his gaze.

You steel yourself, shifting slightly in his lap, your cheeks warming as you feel him quivering beneath you. He’s still hot, too hot, but he holds impossibly still as you lean in, your lips ghosting over his in a phantom kiss.

“Please…” it comes out as a ragged plea, and you’ve never known him to sound so desperate or so utterly broken, “if you don’t — if you’re not —“

You run your thumb along his jaw as you force him to look at you.

“Rafayel… kiss me.”

It is a breaking dam, a cresting wave, crashing against the crumbling edges of his self-restraint — his lips on yours, his tongue pressing, hungry and demanding, into your mouth as he surges up to kiss you. It’s all you can do to cling to him, your hands looping behind his neck as he crushes you to him, his hands suddenly everywhere as he tugs at the hem of your clothes, rucking them up just to press his palm to the bare skin of your waist, your back, to trail them up the ridges of your spine.

He tastes of salt and desire as he groans against your mouth, your fingers tangling in his foam-soft hair, heat tingling through you as he forces your hips against his and you feel him — hot and hard. A soft whine escapes your lips as he pulls back, panting, his eyes misty and dark as he watches you with a wildness that chases shivers down your spine.

“Are you scared?” he asks, his voice low and just a little breathless, “do you regret staying?”

You swallow and shake your head, trailing your fingers down into the already-opened front of his shirt, grazing your nails along the skin there. A delicious, heart-rending anticipation sizzles through you at the way his stomach flexes, and the next moment, he’s dropping his lips to your shoulder, his teeth sinking into the bare skin there even as he grabs your hand and forces it lower — and then lower.

Heat pulses through you as your palm meets his clothed cock and his head drops back with a moan. Like this, the scales on his neck and jaw are even more pronounced, glimmering in the dim, moonless night. You loosen his belt with one hand before tugging it down with the other, but before you can reach for him, he catches your wrists and pulls you bodily back up the length of his torso.

You almost yelp, shocked by his strength and the ease with which he’d hauled you over his lap once more. There’s an intensity to his hooded eyes, so much darker than their usual lost-treasure brightness, but he smirks as he sees the obvious blush marring your cheeks.

“Already embarrassed? Didn’t you say you were going to give me your life?”

You purse your lips, “I — I am.”

A strange expression crosses his face as he scoffs, “I told you… don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

And then he’s kissing you again, harsh and hungering, a ravenousness carving through him into the hollow of you as you roll your clothed core down over his throbbing cock with a loud, hapless moan.

“S-says who I don’t plan on keeping them?” you ask, breathless and panting as he lifts your hips with a hiss and literally tears away your underwear. Shivers shake through you at this blatant display of strength — you’d always known he was strong, stronger than he lets on but you hadn’t expected this. It caves your stomach and curves your spine as a want so carnal it sears your mind threatens to take you over.

“Mm — fuck —”

He swears as he shoves down his own pants and his cock springs free, thick and leaking as it slaps against the tight muscle of his lower abdomen. You can’t help the way your eyes wide or your breath hitches at the sight — your mouth waters, your throat tightens.

Heat pulses between your thighs as you press your lips and reach down to wrap your fingers around his base, giving him a soft, experimental tug.

The low, guttural moan that spills from you threatens to steal your sanity from you entirely. And suddenly, it’s not only him feeling the effects of the eventide night — you too start to wonder if there’s something in the thick heat of the air, in dark moonless skies.

“Come here, princess —” Rafayel’s fingers dig into your arms as he jerks you up again, pulling you up till you’re hovering over his weeping cock, your core throbbing with want, the nickname somehow sending another thrill tingling through you. You wonder if you had been a princess in another life — if Rafayel had known you then too — if you’d also wanted each other as you do now —

“R-Raf — ay — yel — ah!” you brace your arms against his shoulders as you slowly lower yourself over him, both of your eyes caught on the intoxicating sight of him sinking into you, inch by inch, thick and unrelenting, until finally you’re seated fully in his lap again, your breaths coming in quick, harsh gasps as you try to adjust to the sting, the stretch.

“H-hey…” Rafayel strokes a hand along your cheek, his own chest heaving even as he checks in on you, “how — how do you feel?”

You keen, rolling your hips down over him just to watch him shudder, “G-good — ah — fuck — there —!”

You plant your palms on his chest and lift yourself up a few inches before sinking down again. The friction nearly drives all coherence from your brain as Rafayel’s hands fall to your hips, his nails digging crescent moon marks into the plush above your ass.

He groans, “Y-you’re squeezing m-me so… so tight — ngh — fuck fuck fuck — do — do you feel that — right — right there?”

He lets out a panting breath as he forces your hips forward and back as he flicks his eyes down at the place where his cock is disappearing into your cunt over and over, a ring of sticky white collecting round the base as he watches, his eyes glazed over with want.

“Yes — yes — I f-feel it —” you force your thighs to go faster, digging your fingers into his shoulder blades as you try to ride him harder, keening when he dips down to catch one of your nipples between his lips, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh, his tongue circling your sensitive nub. Fire chases down the length of your spine as pleasure explodes in your lower belly as Rafayel rucks up into you faster and faster, reaching up a hand to squeeze at your other breast, thumb kneading at the sensitive nipple till you’re twitching, falling forward into his embrace.

“You really — really like it when I fuck you deep like this, hm?” and he’s just as breathless as he should be, there’s sweat beading at his brow, an almost crazed, unfocused look in his eyes as he pulls back to look up at you, but it only serves you spur you on as you ride him faster and harder, tossing your head back, slamming your hips down into his to chase your own high as you cry out before falling forward against his feverish skin.

He shifts his hips and you go rigid above him, the tip of his cock hitting a particular place inside you that makes the entire world go fuzzy around the edges. Once, twice, three times — and then you’re collapsing, shaking and shuddering as you come undone around him, and he’s swearing beneath you, squeezing you to him with a thick, bitten-off groan.

“Fuck — i-if you keep — squeezing — around me l-like that — ah-ah-hah…!”

You let out a soft whine as you feel him spilling hot inside you, his cock twitching as he shivers, his forehead falling against your shoulder as he sighs.

“Mm… how… how do you… feel?” you ask, your voice hazy with tiredness as you pull back, grinning lazily down at him, twisting your fingers absently through the hairs at the nape of his neck. Rafayel peers up at you after a second, half-reproachful, half-amazed.

“You… really have no idea… do you?”

“No idea… of what?” you ask, cocking your head to the side even as he tugs you in, his softening cock still sheathed inside you, the sticky heat of your juices cooling against your skin.

“Don’t you know what it means to have sex with a Lemurian?”

You laugh, shaking your head, leaning forward to nuzzle into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. You rest your head against the sofa and dig your nose into his skin.

“No… tell me.”

Rafayel’s arms wrap around you, sweet and solid, even as a soft squishing sound alerts you both to the mess you’ve undoubtedly made on his artisanal couch. Neither of you pay it much mind.

“It means that you’re tied to me forever — for this lifetime at least, and that… if you ever try to have sex with anyone else…” Rafayel drops his voice, murmuring into the shell of your ear as you shy away at giggle, “You’ll suffer dire consequences.”

You laugh, shaking your head, “Well, good thing I wasn’t planning on having sex with anyone else then. In this lifetime… or the next.”

Rafayel goes still beneath you. And for a second, it’s just you and him and the catching of lost breaths, the remembering of things once forgotten, lives once lived and yet to be lived again.

“Haven’t I told you? Don’t say things you don’t mean…”

You lift your head to look at him, a soft smile lifting your cheeks as you sigh.

“You keep saying that… but I’ve meant everything I said,” you say, trailing your fingers along the high of his cheekbones, the line of his jaw. You feel his skin burn fire-hot beneath the pads of your thumbs as you run them along his bottom lip.

“Promise you’re not lying,” he says, and he’s not indignant any longer, but reverent and eager, almost anxious.

“I promise.”

“Can your promises be trusted?”

You smile before leaning in to run your lips along his neck, tracing his pulse all the way up to his lips with a light, lingering kiss.

“You tell me, sly merman… weren’t you just saying that the mermaid of legend had set a clever trap for the sailor? So tell me, clever, clever merman… if you’ve bound me to you forever… what power would I have to lie to you, hm?”

Rafayel scoffs, pouting as he looks away, “Unbelievable.”

You laugh, lying your cheek back against his chest with a small sigh, “You should learn to believe it… I mean, I did just willingly give you my life.”

Rafayel makes a soft tsk-ing noise as he pinches you lightly on the thigh, “You really don’t know what you’re saying, do you?”

You shake your head, “No… I know exactly what I’m saying.”

Rafayel grunts, though you know by the sound of his voice that he’s grinning, even as he turns to face away from you. You fancy you can feel the heat as it kisses pink the tips of his ears. You reach up to run a finger along the bright scales still pressing up from beneath his skin as he lets out a soft hiss, turning back to look at you.

“You might not believe me but… at least… I have the rest of my life to prove it to you.”

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace rafayel #love and deepspace headcanons #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace smut #love and deepspace drabbles #love and deepspace fic #l&ds smut #l&ds #love and deepspace x you #rafayel smut #rafayel drabbles #rafayel x you #rafayel x reader #lads drabbles #lads smut #lads x reader #floofy floof floof #ya nasties #scheduled post #i've written more smut in the past week than i have in like the past 6 months on this entire blog PELASE

[pirates-kaijus-and-demons-oh-my]

Thank you so much for the last scenario! Can I get its follow-up where the human reader finally spills to Kalego their secret about them being a human after he bangs them senseless? Thank you so much once again! <3

"Are you still afraid I'm going to eat you?" Kalego asked, his hand running up and down your back, noting the very obvious lack of wings, as the two of you cuddled in bed.

He felt you freeze against him, your heart race pick up. "What do you mean?" you asked, not looking up at him.

"I know you're not a demon," Kalego said. "I won't hurt you or let anyone else hurt you."

"How long have you known?" you asked, looking up at him.

"Since before we started dating," Kalego answered.

"Why did you say anything sooner?" you asked.

"I figured you'd say something eventually," the demon answered. "But I figured it would be before we started having sex."

"I had planned to the night when I made you dinner before our first time but then I got scared."

"Afraid I was going to eat you as dessert?" Kalego grinned, his pointy teeth on full display.

"I'm pretty sure you did eat me that night for dessert," you grinned back.

"That's right I did," Kalego said. "And I guess the whole thing about humans being delicious is true," the demon said before suddenly rolling on top of you, his teeth going for your neck as he nipped his way down your body, reveling in the way you arched up to meet him.

#mairimashita iruma kun #mairimashita iruma kun scenario #mairimashita iruma-kun #mairimashita iruma-kun scenario #kalego #ya nasties

[divinacaptivus]

Horus in a thong?

"This prospect provokes even greater disgust in me. Begone, Stranger!"

#why do you want him to sexualize his own dang children so dang bad #ya nasties #asks #answers #anon #fears

[dorinahv2]

Some of y'all really b horny on main huh

#ya nasties #first thing i see when opening app

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

We have a date people!!! Maybe a FIRST KISSSS NEXT?!?!!!!

I'm AMAZED someone likes this- let's GO

"There's mi nieve~...did I say that right?"

She chuckled as she looked up from her book. He had agreed to meet her right in front of the Casita, and she was so excited, she didn't mind that he was a tad late.

"Close. Nieve means ice cream. You're looking for 'novia'. And YOU'RE my novio."

"Which is?"

"You already know."

"Doesn't mean I don't mind hearing it again~"

She rolled her eyes, and gently pushed his face away.

"Boyfriend. Happy?"

"Very. Now, you ready to go?"

"Yeah let's- oh wait, mierda, I forgot something! Do you wanna wait out here real quick or-"

He shook his head.

"Nonsense! I'd like to say hi to the family before we depart."

"Your funeral, bugs."

He chuckled as he walked inside, giving a little wave to the Casita's rippling tiles. She gave him a little pat before making her way upstairs, and he sighed as he watched her. They had been official for only two months now, and even then he had yet to work up the nerve to kiss her. He wanted to, surely he did, but how do you kiss a girl you cared about? When you knew you'd mess it up? Apparently his dreary demeanor was enough to catch the attention of Agustín, her father.

"Beckett! So nice of you to stop by!"

He liked her dad. Accident prone, but loveable, sweet. A lot like his own actually. He walked up to him as he sat at his piano, clearly getting ready to play it.

"Evening, señor. It's lovely to catch you before our date."

"It is, isn't it? Where are you taking my daughter this time?"

"I thought we'd watch a play in town, then go bug collecting!"

"Girls like that?"

Butted in Félix. He was a nice enough uncle, if a bit boisterous.

"Mirabel does. She finds them for me and I take notes. You should see her with beetles, she's lovely with them."

Félix leaned over the piano, shrugging.

"Can't say I relate. Pepa thunders when she sees spiders. Have to get Antonio to ask them to leave. I made a joke once about them paying rent, and apparently spiders don't believe in landlords. I dunno what to do with that information."

Beckett chuckled. This family was just interesting, you could never be bored.

"Speaking of-how is he? Is he still having fun with Terry?"

"Yeah he likes him, but giving the kid a tarantula- warning would be nice next time."

He shrugged, not really regretting it.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself. He's an adorable lad, you ought to be proud."

"Oh I am. Just like I'm proud that I got YOU two together! Got Mira a little smoochy buddy."

He wrapped around him as he joked, only stopping when Beckett shrugged.

"Oh we don't do that."

"What do you mean?"

"We uh. Don't kiss."

Félix and Agustín shared a glance at each other, then at him.

"You're not just saying that because Agustín is right here?"

"No. I mean I've kissed her head, but I don't think that counts."

Agustín adjusted the notes on the piano, mostly to try to formulate his thoughts.

"I mean, I'm certainly not complaining. But two months is a bit of a wait, can't say I expected that. It'll come though, often times out of nowhere."

"Is it like, purity promise thing? Because let me tell you, shit like that gets you HIM."

Félix pointed to Bruno upstairs, who was holding a piece of cheese in his mouth, and letting one of his rats snag a piece. He noticed them, giving a wave. Beckett gave him a bit of a smile as he waved back.

"No no, no purity pledge. I WANT to kiss her, we just. Haven't found the right moment, I suppose. I still get nervous holding her hand. Even watching her walk down those steps makes my stomach fill up with butterflies."

The three (four if you include Bruno) watched as she made her way down the steps, and approach them.

"Sorry I took so long-listen, I had a question."

"Of course."

"When do I get to clap them cheeks?"

You could imagine the horror on not just his face. But her father's. Félix was trying not to snort into his hand, but he was failing, damn near close to wheezing. Beckett felt his voice crack in the middle of his response.

"I'm s-sorry lass, I don't think I heard you right."

"No, you did. When do I get to hit that, because you're straight up supplying a bakery with those kinda buns."

He felt damn near faint. Sure, he wasn't OPPOSED to intimacy, but so soon? And so crass? And in front of her FAMILY? He gulped a bit louder than he meant to, and was about to come up with SOME response, when-

"CAMILO! STOP EMBARRASSING ME!"

Mirabel was somehow both upstairs, and right in front of him. Félix lost it, laughing his ass off and using Agustín to keep himself from passing out.

"Okay- that was FUNNY, mijo, I'll give you that!"

Camilo was suddenly in front of him, shrugging.

"Worth a shot."

Beckett and Agustín sighed in relief. Mirabel (the real one) walked down the steps, a box in her hands.

"Imma kill you, Camilo."

Agustín, ever the goofy dad, loudly played 'dun dun dunn' on the piano, much to everyones annoyance. Camilo shrugged, clearly shameless.

"Someone had to say it. Have a nice date, Mira."

He yelped a bit as Camilo pinched his ass, before leaving, with Félix following him, most likely to go off and tell Pepa. Mirabel groaned, before handing him the box.

"Here. It was SUPPOSED to be a two month anniversary gift, but now its an apology gift."

He took off the ribbon from the box, and looked at what was inside. It was a shirt a lot like Bruno's, only blue, with what felt like millions of bugs embroidered onto it. Beetles, spiders, roaches, praying mantis, with golden butterflies being the only repetitive pattern. He stared at it in awe, unsure of what to say.

"You...made this...for me?"

"Oh yeah- pumped a lot of hours into this bad boy. I know it's not perfect, messed up on the wings on some of them, but-!"

He cut her off in order to drop the box, and immediately go for a hug. He squeezed her, and squeezed her tightly. His cheeks were aflame from how soft she felt in his arms. He hugged her occasionally, but this was a bit much, even for his affectionate ass. He pulled away after a second, clearing his throat.

"I'm. Sorry I uhm. Don't know what came over me."

She readjusted her glasses, though he was pretty sure she was just doing it to have something to fidget with. Her cheeks were so red and rosey, bumblebees would mistake them for roses.

"I'll take that as a 'I'm totally not disappointed in it'. And I'll take that. You wanna try it on?"

"YES."

Was that a bit too excited of a response? Maybe. But that didn't matter. He handed her the new clothing item, before taking off his shirt, and reaching for it back. Only she was. Staring at him.

"Uh...Beckett?"

"Yes?"

"This is a ruana. It goes OVER your shirts. It's like a coat."

"Oh. Apologies. I'll just put it back on-"

"Well now hold on, maybe its a new fashion statement."

"Mirabel."

Agustín butted in, his brow raised as he warned her to stay appropriate. She shrugged, a sort of 'joking' grin on her face.

"What? Only Camilo gets to be funny around here? Here."

He put his shirt back on, then put on the ruana. He gestured to himself wildly, tempted to jump up and down like a child.

"I LOVE it!! It's LOVELY! And so comfy-I'm never taking this off."

"At least to wash it, right?"

"You...might have to teach me how to was this."

She rolled her eyes at him as she grabbed his hand (her hand was so TINY), pulling out of the room.

"We'll see you tonight, Pa!"

"Be safe, mija! Te amo!"

He hadn't been this excited for a date since their last date, honestly.

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Whatever COULD go wrong, did. First of all, the play was canceled due to heavy rain (Pepa could control her weather, but stopping other weather? Different situation), and it was so cold out, Beckett thought they'd be able to find no bugs. At least, not without ruining his new clothes. It was why it was sweet of him, to offer to wait out the rain at his house. He let her in, and shut the door behind them. They were both dripping wet, which sucked, she had picked out a cute sun dress and everything.

"Here, follow me, I have some towels in my room."

She followed, and gently whistled at his digs. It was...busy. Full of sketches and papers, lots of books, and a shelf full of bugs in tanks and jars. She accepted the towel, drying herself just enough to study the bugs comfortably.

"Wow. You REALLY like bugs."

"You should see my collection back at home! Far more impressive than these. And these are just for studying, I plan on letting them go once my reports are finished."

He tried to dry his hair off, making it just a big, fluffy mess. It was long, more than enough to cover his eyes when it was like this. She chuckled, pushing it back for him.

"Is that ALL you do? Just write about bugs?"

"For work, yes. Besides, I like it. Bugs are fascinating. Especially her."

He nodded to the butterfly in the jar, and she recognized it immediately. The same one that landed on her, only two short months ago.

"Aw, you kept it?"

"Course. She's incredible! I called my associates, they have no clue what species she is. I'm planning on taking her home with me. Until then, Miraposa is just company."

The butterfly was fluttering about in the glass, as if it had somewhere to go. She lightly tapped the jar, before another bug caught her eye.

"Oh what's this one?"

"Oh that's peaches, she's my orchid mantis. A little sassy, but with looks like those, she could afford to be. Would you like to hold her?"

She shouldn't. But simultaneously she REALLY wanted to, for some reason. She nodded, and he gestured for her to sit down. Once she sat on his bed (that smelled like dirt and blackberries), he carefully walked over to her, creature in hand. He ever so delicately placed her in her hand, before sitting next to her.

"Woah. She's SO pretty."

"Isn't she? Fun fact- this little girl can eat birds! I've seen it, she's as pretty as she is bloodthirsty. She reminds me of your oldest sister. She scares me."

"The bug, or Isa?"

"Yes."

That made her chuckle, gently shaking her head as she studied the bug. It was curious, trying to crawl and climb all over her.

"She trying to eat me?"

"I wanna say no, but maybe. I didn't feed her before I left. You wanna help me?"

"I absolutely wanna feed this queen."

He carefully took the bug from him, placing her back in the tank. It didn't matter what insects he was with, his touch was as delicate as any touch could be. He dug into his closet, and pulled out a container of crickets. It took a bit of work so the bugs wouldn't spill everywhere, but eventually she managed to get three in the tank, and watched as Peaches just brutally devoured them.

"Beautiful."

"In a messed up sort of way, it is?"

"...i uhm...meant you, actually."

She averted her gaze out of nerves. He was goofy, a bit of a nerd, but he just had random moments of being a total prince charming.

"Prettier than her?"

"Hey I live with her, if I say it out loud, I'll never hear the end of it."

She chuckled as she bumped him a bit with her hips.

"Eres tonto. I like you."

"I'm sure tonto is insult, but you saying you like me makes up for it."

He reached over to sort of help the towel against her hair, and their eyes met. It was only a second, before he cleared his throat, and went into his closet.

"Could you sit down for me, one more time?"

"Sure, what for?"

She sat down, and yet again, he sat next to her, something in his hands.

"You gave me something, I want you to have something."

He put a really puffy, really girly, pink bow into her hands. It definitely wasn't her style, but she wasn't gonna be rude, so she smiled.

"Uh, thanks. It's cute."

"I know it doesn't look much. But...it was my mom's."

Wow that made her feel like a bitch. She tried to put it back into his hands.

"Oh I can't take that- it's been like two months, it's a bit soon-"

"Says the girl who made me this. Look, my dad was so awkward with my mom, he genuinely thought this was a pretty gift. He was awkward with her. I'm awkward with you. I don't know what to do or what to say half the time I'm with you, I just know it's good and weird and I just-"

She didn't know why she had to do it. She just knew she had to grab him by his stupid ruana, and press his stupid lips on hers. It lasted a second at the most, and the second she pulled away, he just. Stared at her. His eyes were wide, his cheeks were on fire, and he just looked like a deer in the headlights. Oh no. Oh no she fucked it up, she moved way too fast for him.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, you were just talking and you were so animated and I was getting all worked up and I just-"

"My turn."

He placed his hands right on her thighs, and just fucking. Leaned into her. He was kissing HER. After she kissed HIM. Their first kiss. In his room. Home alone. With the rain beating against the window. That kiss lasted only slightly longer, but not by much. Now they were just staring at each other again, confused and totally not knowing what to do.

"I...I'm not gonna lie, not how I expected my first to go."

"Neither did I. You're...way more complicated than a bug."

God that was so fucking dumb. How could she not hold his stupid face, and kiss him again? And of course he had to keep things even, kissing HER again. She had to take in between...who knows how many kisses to get air. Even then, he kept his nose against hers, as if he ready for another.

"You know it's. Gonna be a bit before the rain lets up. Can I uh...stay till then?"

"Only if you don't mind me not being able to leave you alone, Miraposa."

"If you're cheating on me with that butterfly, imma punch you."

His eyes wouldn't leave hers. He kept looking for...something. She didn't know what it was. Just that he did, and when he did, he cupped her face with one of his hands.

"I love you."

Suffice to say, they had many 'first kisses'.

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"You were gone for so long! We're so glad he still brought you home."

"Course he would, mami, Beckett isn't like that. Imma head to bed now, that cool?"

"Course mija. Buenas noches."

Mirabel excused herself to her room, before, the inevitable happened. There was a knock on her door, and sure enough, it was not only her sisters, but her cousins (save for Antonio) and Mariano. The second the door shut, Luisa was ON IT.

"WHY DID YOU COME HOME SO LATE? WHAT HAPPENED?!"

"Duh, Luisa, clearly they did gross stuff."

"Camilo, don't scare her! Come on sis, you're hiding something."

Mirabel motioned for all of them to stop, about to hang her bag in her closet.

"Nothing happened. It was just raining, he took me to his place, I fed his bugs...THEN I KISSED THE SHIT OUTTA THAT GUY!!!"

She threw her bag onto the ground as she screamed, and immediately they all whooped and hollored (save for Dolores, obviously) for her.

"Damn fucking RIGHT you kissed that fucking bun boy! GET IT CUZ."

"YEAH I KISSED HIM. BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM EVEN."

Apparently the energy was so infectious, Isabela grabbed a chair from the room, and just SLAMMED it onto the fucking floor, shattering it with strength that scared even Luisa.

"LET'S BURN THIS PLACE TO THE GROUND!!!!"

Upon the energy dipping, she looked around at the eyes, chuckling awkwardly.

"Too much?"

"A LITTLE, but you know what, loving the energy, and I'm living for the support- oh my god they're crying already."

Mariano accepted the back crushing hug from Luisa as they both cried, hearts clearly full of love for her.

Man-tis was a good ass day.

#asks #not transformers #encanto #listen i TRIED with the pun #really i did #also they're adorable and i die #they're weird as shit #also can we fucking applaud the sister support #also yes #it was just kissing #ya nasties

[runwayblues]

PAUSE WHAT DO YOU MEAN "AGAIN" IN YOUR TAGS?!?

SOME GIRL GOT FINGERED IN THE PIT AT THE VANCOUVER SHOW

#ya NASTIES

[comatosebunny09]

Why do you tease us like this like why?

Because I am a sadomasochist, and I must spread the female equivalent of blue balls like wildfire. 🥰

#I am doing the lord’s work #ya nasties

[xxxtherrcollectivexxx]

:: I was supposed to go to sleep, but apparently we have an audience for Alastor and Lucifer so I can't just stop now. We have to let Alastor suffer some more.

#collective thoughts :: ᴼᴼᶜ #dash commentary #we love to see it #ya nasties #bully alastor and his ass more #well LACK of ass #man got no ass #twinky little stick figure

[revasserium]

BEGGING u to write switch!xavier x fem!reader friends to lovers smut i am obsessed with this man 🙏

hunter and the hunted

xavier; 1,661 words; nsfw!!!, fem!reader, nickname usage ("bunny", "miss hunter"), piv sex, switch!xavier, pwp

summary: after the photoshoot, you decide to reward xavier for being a good bunny butler. or, in which xav calls you "bunny" during sex.

a/n: im sorry i didn't do the friends to lovers thing anon but i hope this still scratches the switch!xavier itch???? based on the bunny!butler card :)

There’s always been a startling, stirring purpose to the way he does things.

And this — you keen, head tipping back as Xavier leans down to mouth at your exposed collarbones — you think, is no different.

“Hm… that’s a pretty sound… I think I’d like to hear it again, bunny.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, your breath hiccuping in your chest as you feel Xavier pulling back inch by excruciating inch before snapping forward, his head cocking to one side to watch you moan. His eyes are dark, darker than you’ve ever seen them, his pupils blown wide as the heart of dying stars —

“X-Xa — vi — vier — please —”

You flush at the way his name breaks on your tongue, at the way the tip of his cock kisses your cervix every time he pulls back and thrusts back in, at the way he angles his hips to hit just the right spot. It’s almost cruel, the way he watches you — his light-scattered eyes searching your face for something you don’t have a name for.

“Mm…” he leans down again, trailing warm lips along the line of your shoulder blade, biting down gently when you clench down around him, making his hips stutter. It’s the only tell that he’s just as affected as you are. But the next second, he’s pulling back to tug at your legs, fingers hooking behind your knees to press them up and up and up — till they’re shoved against your sweat-slicked chest.

“Oh bunny… look at you…”

You try to turn your head, try to look anywhere but at the hunger that marrs his face as his eyes flicker down to where he’s fucking into you, straight and steady, to where you can feel your own wetness slicking down the backs of your legs till it collects on the freshly laundered sheets below. Faintly, you wonder if there’s another set of sheets you can use for the night because this set is surely already ruined.

You can feel the thickness of him as he fills you, the weight of him dragging against your inner walls, the incriminating schick of wet skin against skin.

“I — I can’t —”

There’s a recklessness to the way he ruts down into you, a building, wind-wild abandon to the pace his hips keep, snapping quicker and quicker against yours, his thrusts going shallow as he lets out a soft breath, pushing your knees together with a tight groan.

“T-tell me, Miss Hunter…” he says, a bead of sweat trickling from his forehead to the tip of his nose as he rucks down into you, making white-hot stars explode behind your eyelids, the heat in your abdomen twisting tight, and then tighter — “didn’t you promise — you were going to show me something — special?”

You feel his thumb draw down between your bodies, tracing along the lips of your bruised labia before circling your clit once, twice. You gasp as you feel your climax cresting through you with almost no warning, and it’s all you can do to clutch at his arm, nails digging into his skin as you come.

“X-Xavier — c-com-ing —!”

“Nngh — that’s right… that’s… a good bunny…”

His hips stall as he watches you come undone around him, the way your whole body goes rigid, your skin slick with a sheen of sweat, the sweet pink indents of his teeth blossoming along your shoulders as you fall back, gasping for breath. He leans down, breathless, brushing his lips by your cheek.

“Good bunny…” he repeats, shushing you as you whimper, “there you go…”

Your vision tunnels, the heat washing over you now in waves as your body twitches through the aftermath of your release, even as Xavier pulls back and fucks forward with a soft groan, as if to chase his own high. Finally, finally.

Your eyelids flutter shut and you recall the events of just half an hour before, when you’d been the one on top, with him begging beneath you —

“A-ah… a-are you — what are you —” his voice is sharp, but you’re relentless as you tug at the waistband of his black slacks, sliding them off his thin hips, ghosting your lips over the dips there just to hear his breath hitch.

“Don’t worry, this is a reward, bunny!” you glance up at him, grinning at the pair of soft white bunny ears clipped into his hair, now a little lopsided as he blinks down at you, his hands dutifully bound in his lap with his black silk tie.

“Re-reward? I — ah —” he hisses as you ghost your lips over the obvious bulge in his boxers, grinning to yourself as you inch your fingers up his thighs, teasing the sensitive skin there.

“Yep! For being such a good ‘bunny’ today at the photo booth!”

“That was — j-just for —” he swallows, head tipping back as you mouth at the waistband of his boxers, glancing up, feeling heat pulse between your legs at the sight of his flushed cheeks and wet, parted lips.

“Just for…?” you tease, even as you slowly peel off his boxers, your mouth watering at the sight of his cock, the tip straining pink, dripping with precum. You can’t help the way your throat tenses as you wrap your fingers around the base and give it an experimental pump.

The strangled sound Xavier makes ripples over your bare skin like warm water.

“Weren’t you the one that asked me… if I’d like to unwrap my present earlier today? Well…” a quick kiss to the head of his cock is the only warning he gets before you lean down and lick a thick strip up, tracing the pulsing vein along the bottom of his shaft with your tongue, from base to tip and back down again.

“Mm — ah —” you hear the sound of his head thumping back against the headboard just as his hips kick up. You hum, pressing them back down with a firm hand.

“Naughty bunnies won’t get to cum,” you reprimand, to which he lets out a noise somewhere between a whine and a grunt, peering open one helpless eye, his fluffy white bunny ears now knocked painfully askew. You flash him a cheeky smile, the sight of him lying there, splayed out beneath you, his clothes tugged haphazardly open, wrists bound and cock straining, sends a rush of adrenalin through you, heady enough to make the room spin.

“N-not even if I say ‘please’?”

And really, there shouldn’t be any reason for him to sound so ruined already, not when you’ve only just started, but you bite your lips and swallow down a moan at his words. Your knees press as you run an idle finger along his twitching cock.

“Maybe… if you ask **really, really nicely…”

You don’t give him a chance to start begging properly before you lower your lips again, running your tongue along the underside of his rim as he gasps.

“O-Oh!”

You moan, loud and deliberate, relishing in the way he shivers at the way your voice thrums through his skin, and when you lower your head and feel him hit the back of your throat, Xavier keens — helpless and high and you think you feel his fingers in your hair as he fights between the urge to press you down and pull you back up. He settles for simply resting his hand there as you hollow out your cheeks and suck him down in earnest. A trail of broken little moans and gasps trickle from him as you work your mouth around him, pressing the flat of your tongue against him just to feel him jerk beneath you.

“If you’re good… I’ll show you something extra special,” you say after a few minutes, pulling off him with a loud pop and making a show of licking your lips.

“You… you really are ruthless…” he sounds breathless, but there’s a teasing note to the underbelly of his voice that sends tingles thrumming through your body. You can’t help the excitement that gathers in your gut at the thought of just what that tease might bring.

You drop a sweet kiss onto his hipbone before pulling yourself up the length of his body, rolling your hips down, groaning at the friction, your breath catching at the way his cock teases against your already-drenched pussy.

“Please…” Xavier’s teeth digs into his bottom lip, and you reach back to guide his aching cock toward your center, sinking down slow, relishing in the sting and the stretch.

It doesn’t take long after that — not with you sitting astride him, riding him with your palms planted on his chest. Not with the way your tits bounce and the way your thighs smack down over his hips with your every move.

It doesn’t take long, but far from being embarrassed, Xavier only hisses, before blinking a few times, almost sleepy as you ride him through his release. Then, he wiggles his wrists free from their constraints and plants his palms on either side of your hips, flipping you over with a single, fluid movement.

“Mm… that really was something…” he hikes your legs up over his shoulders and rolls his hips almost thoughtfully down against yours. You’re helpless to do anything but gasp as he brushes against a spot inside you that has you seeing stars.

“I learned a lot,” he says, grinning as he plucks the bunny ears from his ruffled hair and presses them gently into yours, “so… what do you say, bunny?”

You whimper as he drops a hand to thumb lightly at your clit, “Xavier — wait, what —”

“C’mon Miss Hunter… let me show you… what a good student I can be.”

lads reqs are: open

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace headcanons #x reader #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace smut #x reader smut #love and deepspace drabbles #love and deepspace fic #l&ds smut #l&ds #love and deepspace x you #xavier x reader #xavier headcanons #xavier smut #xavier scenarios #lads drabbles #lads smut #lads x reader #ya nasties #scheduled post #mndi @/cafekitsune #every. time. i write smut. i am reminded that i am not a good smut writer. and that it is not my strong suit LOL #every fucking time. siGH

[mintbees]

i saw what you did at 3am aswell

AND YOU WERE WATCHING?!?!?! PERVERT?!?!?

#YA NASTIES

[pirates-kaijus-and-demons-oh-my]

I need you to realize how funding feral I am over shichiro balam.

This bird is my favorite creature and he needs more smmmuuuut! MORE BALAM SMUT!

we are all dirty whores for Balam

---

Your nails scratched at his scalp, tugging his slightly as you bite back a moan. Not that it mattered at this point, you were pretty sure anyone walking near Balam's office could figure out what was going on with the way he was fucking you against the door. At least it was after school hours.

A whine escaped when Balam turned to your neck, his fangs nipping at the spot right below your right ear, your weak spot. This bastard was trying to get you to make noise.

You tightening your grip on his hair, two can play at this game. A guttural growl left the demon as he dug his fingers into your ass even harder as he lifted you up higher, his pace slowly down.

At the new angle, his cock was hitting a deeper spot in you and lost it, a low moan leaving you. "That's it," Balam said, "let me hear you."

In the back of your mind, you heard footsteps approach the office before stopping and quickly retreating but you couldn't care, not being so close to finishing as Balam continued to fuck you.

#mairimashita iruma kun scenario #mairimashita iruma kun #mairimashita iruma-kun #mairimashita iruma-kun scenario #balam #ya nasties

[crashtestdummy1003]

Uhh snippet from fic im writing yeahahha have some Sun world building

Aka how his stomach hatch works

Its not a lot but im

Tired.

As opposed to the band members, who's hatches opened with top and bottom sections separating, the attendant's hatch opened down the middle, along the middle of the colors of his torso's design. Inside was a small box with the label "Drops". One tube ran to his left hand, another to his right. There was a seam down the middle of the container; were there two kinds of candy? Under that was the space taken up by the tissue box he had just stored. Beside that was a small first aid kit. Through the sheer white plastic, Lillian could see anti-bacterial wipes and some band aids. No doubt that this was just a fraction of what was in the first aid behind the main counter.

#theres so much more #this fic part is about lillian getting stuck in the daycare slide her first week lmao #not in that way tho #ya nasties #fnaf oc #fics #fanfic writing #fnaf sb

[ringinginmyearsnoneonmyfingers]

Hayley Williams, New York, 2007

#early 2000s #paramore #hayley williams #riot! #2007 #emo #girlblogger #im just a girl #if ya nasty #crushcrushcrush #misery business #that’s what you get #riot! era #live #concert

[thottybrucewayne]

Crackin his shit like pistachios mid panel????????

#thotty speaks #dc comics #i know the backshots would sound like rabid fire gunshots with the stick likje whoa #you a nasty nigga i like ya style #minors dni

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

✨Pretty Boy✨

OOOOOHHHH BUDDY I'm excited to post this story! I'm not gonna ramble for this one, so please enjoy the ride 😉

(I'm a teeny bit late on posting this but better late than never!)

Summary: You find something peculiar in the walk-in closet...

Lucifer x f!sinner reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, lingerie, mention of toys, oral (f receiving), collars, pegging

"Damn it! Where the hell is it?," you shouted in frustration. You should have looked for that dress before you hopped in the shower, things would have been way smoother. Now you stood in your walk-in closet with damp hair and adorning nothing but a towel that was wrapped tightly around your chest. You could have sworn you saw that purple sequence dress hanging in here last night! Where could it have gone? You rummaged around your closet for 10 minutes now, but you still came up empty handed! You stomped over to the last rack of hanging clothes closest to the back wall, scanning every article of clothing.

While pushing each dress from left to right that wasn't the one you were hoping to find, something had caught your eye. A small golden handle on the left side of the wooden wall with hinges on the right side. A door? You were in here so often, it's hard to imagine how you could have missed it! Tentatively, you reached out to grab the handle, curious as to what you would find. The small door slowly creaked open and...woah...

You blinked a few times to make sure you were seeing what you saw hanging in there. "Lingerie?," you mumbled to yourself. Well, it certainly wasn't yours, you never really cared to wear something like that yourself, and Lucifer never seemed to mind your decision either, thankfully. You pulled one of the hanging pieces from the rack to examine it closely. The design was elegant as far as lingerie was concerned. Black fabric with lacy red leaf designs on the breasts and stomach area with no coverage around either side of the abdomen.

It was cute...but who's was it? Perhaps it was Lucifer's ex-wife Lilith's? You weren't sure why she would leave it behind. Or why Lucifer would keep them. But the more you looked at the piece of clothing you held, that didn't seem right either. This was small, smaller than most lingerie you'd seen before. And from what you had seen from pictures, Lilith was not a small woman, far from it. She had to have been at least 7' ft. tall, she would never fit in something like this.

You continued to ponder this until you went back to explore the hidden closet. There were more items located at the very bottom that brought a sudden blush to you face. "Holy shit...," you mouthed, struggling to get your brain to process what you've just found. You felt like you just accidently stumbled into one of Hell's sex shops! Dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, collars, bottles of lube and...was that a strap on? What the hell was this perverted closet?! It didn't make sense! Why was this here? Who did this stuff belong to? Why would Lucifer...?

Wait...Lucifer...

Oh! OH SHIT!

It finally clicked in your brain. This was never Lilith's. This was Lucifer's!

“Ok, ok, it’s ok, it’s fine,” you told yourself, “it’s…oh fuck me…”

You stood there dumbfounded, imagining him in the skimpy outfit you held in your hand. You saw him sprawled out in front of you on the bed, drool trailing down the side of his mouth. You saw his half- lidded eyes staring back at you as you hovered over him, his expression filled with need and lust. Your face suddenly felt hot. You were so lost in your fantasy that you didn’t hear the footsteps growing louder behind you.

“Honey?,” Lucifer called out, “are you ready to go? We’re gonna be late for-” he froze as soon as he turned the corner and saw you in your hypnotized state. You snapped your head towards him, holding him in place with your vacant stare. You both stood there wordlessly for a few seconds until Lucifer finally found his voice again.

“I-I…,” he stuttered, “I can explain.”

Oh, you would love to hear his explanation for this. But you quickly decided that you were going to have a little fun with him. Feigning annoyance, you folded your arms across your chest, still hanging on the piece of lingerie.

"And when exactly were you going to tell me about this, Lucifer?" you chastised, almost cracking a smile. "Or were you hoping that I wouldn't find this dirty little closet of yours?"

"Yes! I mean no! Th-that's not it!," he stumbled over his words. He was panicking. It was adorable watching his cheeks turn a shade of red you've never seen from him before. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, trying to cool himself down after the sudden heat spike he felt climb up his face. "Please, love, I'll tell you everything! I'm so sorry, I-I didn't know what you were going to think. I was going to tell you...eventually."

"So let me get this straight," you replied as you sauntered your way over to him, making your way over to the shaken-up man. He backed away from you slowly until he hit the end of the vanity on the other side of the room, gripping it for dear life. Once you finally stood in front of him, you grabbed Lucifer by his tie and forced his face to be inches away from yours. He held his breath as you leaned in closer and closer until he could feel your hot breath on his lips. "You mean to tell me…,” you whispered, “that I could have been fucking you senseless in lingerie this entire time?!"

In that moment, Lucifer’s mind absolutely shattered. Did you say what he thinks you just said? He inhaled sharply after remembering how to breathe. “Y-You…I…th-this is…WHAT?,” he choked out.

“Did I stutter?,” you snickered. You closed the gap between you two and placed a searing kiss on his lips. Though hesitant at first, Lucifer couldn’t help but melt into you, his eyes fluttering shut, your tongues entangled in an elegant dance. You pulled away from him, much to Lucifer’s dismay and flashed him a lustful yet devious grin. “I’m sorry for acting like I was upset with you just now, Luci. That was a tad mean, I admit. In all honesty, it’s actually quite the opposite.”

Lucifer finally released his death grip on the vanity and stood up straight, adjusting his tie that you had loosened. “Th-That’s umm,” Lucifer swallowed hard, “that’s a relief to hear, darling. This is probably the best reaction I could have hoped for.” He flashed a nervous toothy smile, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I think,” you smiled coyly, dropping the towel you had wrapped around your body and revealing your nakedness to a now wide-eyed and mouth agape Lucifer, “we can be a little late for dinner.”

You saw Lucifer swallow hard at the sight of you. “S-sweetheart,” he began,” I admire your eagerness, I really do! B-but we shouldn’t be late, it’s nearly impossible to get a reservation there and-”

Before he could finish making up excuses, you tossed the lingerie onto the vanity behind him and leaned forward to place your hands on either side of him, effectively trapping him against it. “You’re the King of Hell, Lucifer,” you retorted, “what are they going to do if we’re late, turn you away? Besides…” you took one of your hands and palmed the very apparent bulge in Lucifer’s suit pants, causing him to moan, “we really shouldn’t go out while you’re in this state, don’t you agree?”

Lucifer tried to steady his breathing as you continued to rub him through his pants which were now becoming extremely tight and uncomfortable. “It’s-mmph fuck…your fault,” was all he could manage.

You chuckled, loving the effect you had on him. Not to be outdone, one of Lucifer’s hands quickly slipped down between your wet folds, eliciting a surprise yelp from you. You removed your hand from his pants and gripped his shoulder for balance instead. “Well, well,” Lucifer hummed against you, “seems like I’m not the only one who’s needy right now.” He continued to tease your entrance with his fingers, your grip on his shoulder growing tighter with every passing second. But you refused to let him have the upper hand.

“So that’s how we’re gonna play this, huh?” You breathed against his neck.

“You started it, so don’t-HEY!” With one swift motion, you latched onto Lucifer’s hips and threw him over your shoulder while he tried to playfully squirm away from your grasp. You turned and marched your way over to the bed with a coy smile. “Damn it, let me go!,” Lucifer laughed, but the hold you had on him tightened even further. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry! Please put me down, love, I didn’t mean to-WOAH!” You gave him wish by tossing Lucifer onto the mattress beneath him.

“If you’re really sorry,” you teased as you hovered over him, “you’re gonna put that tongue of yours to good use.”

Lucifer’s smile widened, nodding his head vigorously. You chuckled at his eagerness to please you; it was always so endearing. “You know this is supposed to be a punishment, Luci,” you joked.

“Oh trust me, darling,” he smirked, “this will NEVER be a punishment for me.” With that, he grabbed ahold of your waist and forced your body forward, your dripping cunt now mere inches away his lips. You had no time to respond before you felt his tongue dart across your slit. A wanton moan escaped your lips as he worked his tongue around your clit, circling it with such vigor and passion. His hands dug into either side of your thighs, making sure you couldn’t move away from his ministrations. You couldn’t help but begin to grind your hips against his face, attempting to feel as much of him as possible.

“So g-good for me, Luci,” you staggered, “ffffuuuuck, s-such a good boy for me.”

Your words only seemed to make Lucifer pick up his speed, humming against your slick. His forked tongue darted in and out of you at a relentless pace, his own erection all but forgotten at this point. He was more lost in your pleasure and your intoxicating taste to worry about the almost unbearable tightness in his pants. You felt yourself reaching your peak. No matter how many times Lucifer goes down on you, you knew you’d never last long. He knew exactly what he was doing and he took pride in it. That knot forming in your stomach was on the verge of snapping at any moment.

“FUCK LUCIFER,” you moaned, “FUCKFUCKFUCK!” You forgot how to breathe as your orgasm hit you, your walls clenching around nothing as Lucifer lapped up your juices and helped prolong your high. You caught your breath once your body began to relax again. You shifted your body downwards so you could see Lucifer’s face again, now freshly adorned with your release. He flashed you an innocent looking grin, making you smirk and roll your eyes. You gave him a quick peck on his lips, tasting the faintest hint of yourself on them.

“Good boy,” you praised him, a small whimper escaping Lucifer’s throat. “Go change for me,” you tossed your head to side, indicating to the clothing you left on the vanity. Lucifer’s face flushed a deep shade of red, nodding his head wordlessly. “I’ll be right back, love.”

You made your way off the bed and walked over back to the walk-in closet, stopping at your now new favorite section. You grabbed the strap on and placed it around your waist, adjusting the harness to make sure it was snug against your body. The appendage itself wasn't overly large, around the standard 6 inches. It was perfect for both of you though, who knows how long it's been since Lucifer's done this. You wanted to take things slowly. You grabbed a bottle of lube and were about to leave when you something else in that small cupboard caught your eye. You reached down and grabbed it, wanting to complete his little ensemble. You hid the object behind your back so Lucifer couldn't see it at first.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped out of the closet once more. You scanned the bedroom in front of you until your eyes landed on him. His back was towards you, sitting on the opposite edge of the bed, seemingly gripping the sheets below him. You could sense that he was nervous. And if you were being honest, you were too. But tonight you we're going to take care of him, he more than deserved it.

"Luci?," you called out sweetly. Lucifer sat up straight when he heard his name, looking over his shoulder and giving you a faint smile. You slowly moved towards him, your breathing becoming shakier. He stood up from his seated position, hands clenched at his sides when you stopped in front of him. There was no way to hide the flush of your cheeks when you saw him in his lingerie for the first time.

Breathtaking.

The minimal clothing hugged his body so well, and the black and red coloring made his pale skin pop. You couldn't stop staring, and he noticed. He looked away from you, feeling embarrassed, as if he were on display. You took your free hand and placed in under his chin, turning his head and gazing into his lovely yellow eyes. "You look absolutely stunning, Luci. So beautiful..." you trailed off, placing a small kiss on his forehead. Lucifer couldn't help but bury his face in his hands from your words of affection.

"Can you turn around for me, baby? I have one last thing for you," you asked. Lucifer did as you asked, exhaling a deep breath. You took the object you had in the hand behind your back and wrapped it around his neck. A deep red collar with beautiful golden patters and swirls embroidered onto it. Sewn into the front in large cursive letters spelled the words "Pretty Boy". Lucifer turned around and faced you again, lifting his hand to grab his newly embellished neck. "It suits you, my pretty boy," you cooed, palming his cheek and gently rubbing your thumb against his soft skin. You could make out the tiniest of tears forming in your lover's eyes as he leaned into your touch.

"Are you ready?," you asked sweetly.

"Yes," he whispered against your hand.

"We're going to take our time, alright?," you soothed. "If at any time you want to stop, tell me and we'll be done, no questions asked. You promise?"

"I promise," he smiled.

"That's my good boy," you approved. "How do you want to do this; on your back or on your hands and knees? Whatever you want."

Lucifer swallowed hard. "B-Back, please. Wanna see you."

"I was hoping you'd say that" you chuckled. "Lay down for me."

Lucifer quickly crawled back onto the bed and laid down flat on his back, his legs dangling over the edge. You grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed and placed it underneath his head, doing your best to make him as comfortable as possible. You walked around to where his legs hung, grabbing the bottle of lube and placing some on your first two fingers. "Legs up," you told him, and he complied immediately. His ankles now rested on either of your shoulders as he looked at you with the neediest expression you've ever seen from him.

"Let's warm you up, love," you hummed, "just relax for me, okay?" Lucifer shut his eyes and took a few deep breaths in and out as you shifted the fabric out of the way from his entrance. It also wasn't lost on you that his cock had been straining against his clothes this whole time, you planned on giving it some much needed attention. Slowly, you placed your first finger against his hole, feeling his body jolt from the sensation.

"I'm alright!," Lucifer nearly shouted, making sure you didn't pull away from him, "just...surprised me is all! Please don't stop."

With a smile, you pushed your index finger inside of him, feeling the tightness squeezing around you. Lucifer bit his lip and released a guttural moan. You set a slow pace as you thrusted your finger in and out of him, feeling his muscles relaxing with every movement.

"M-more, please more," Lucifer babbled. It was impossible to ignore his pleading, so you complied by inserting your second finger into him, picking up your movements slightly. "Ssshhhiiitt..." you heard Lucifer curse as you separated your fingers inside of him, stretching him further. You stretched and pushed your fingers inside as far as you could; Lucifer was already becoming an incoherent mess. After a minute or two of your continued ministrations, you finally removed your fingers from him, causing Lucifer to whimper desperately.

"You're doing so well for me, baby," you praised. You took the bottle of lube once more and applied a generous amount to the strap. You lined up the tip up against his entrance, hearing Lucifer's breath hitch. "Ready, Luci?"

"Yes, please," he whispered almost inaudibly.

You pushed the tip into him as slowly as you could, stopping only halfway when you heard Lucifer nearly scream.

"Do you need me to stop?," you asked anxiously.

"No, no! It's...it's alright," he heaved, "j-just give me a minute, please. It burns somewhat, I kind of forgot about that part." You stayed motionless for about 30 seconds before you heard Lucifer give you the okay to start moving again. You shifted your hips to pull out of him and began to slowly sink back into him. Lucifer clawed at the sheets beneath him, overwhelmed by the sensations you were giving him. After only a few more seconds, you had sheathed yourself inside of him as far as you could go. The noises Lucifer was making sent shivers straight down your spine; you wanted more.

"F-fuck..." Lucifer choked out, "Please...please move...n-need it...need you..." He was barely able to form a complete sentence anymore. Not wanting to deny him any longer, you started thrusting your strap in and out of him at a steady pace. The slapping of your skin against his echoed throughout the room, mixing with Lucifer's moans of pure ecstasy. Lucifer arched his back as each of your thrusts brushed against his prostrate. You reached down and pushed more of the fabric away, finally freeing his aching cock that was already leaking an excess amount of precum. You began to stoke him in tandem with your thrusts. Lucifer's eyes shot open from this new sensation he could feel all throughout his entire body, letting out a scream of pleasure.

Lucifer stared back at you as you continued to pound into him. You saw the tears welling up in his eyes, a smile of pure joy spread across his face. It was a feeling of pure bliss; a sense of euphoria had ripped through him. His heart was full. You were and are his everything. You leaned down closer to him, and with your free hand, interlaced your fingers with his own.

“You’re taking me so well, Luci,” you cooed, quickening your thrusts. “You look so pretty, my sweet boy.”

“Hnng, c-can’t…fuckfuckfuck, so c-close, please, don’t stop…gonna-FUCK…gonna cum…” Lucifer mewled. “L-Love you…love you so much, my angel, p-please…”

Your thrusts became erratic and you felt his cock twitching in your hand, ready to burst at the seams. “Love you more, Lucifer. Cum for me, baby, it’s alright. Let it all out for me.”

With a few more sharp thrusts of your hips, his orgasm had knocked the wind of of his lungs. Strings of his hot seed burst out of him, ruining his lovely outfit and spilling over your hand. Your thrusts and stroking had slowed as you helped him ride out his high. Lucifer was left a breathless mess beneath you. You hummed as you licked your hand clean of Lucifer’s mess, savoring its taste. You inched your way out of him gently, locking your hands around his ankles and letting his legs sway freely off the bed once again. After stepping out of the strap, you went and picked up the towel you had left on the floor over by the vanity. You patted down on Lucifer's stomach, wiping away the remains of his orgasm. Crawling up beside him, you outstretched your arms and brought him flush against your chest.

"You did so well, Luci," you murmured against his ear, "are you alright? Do you need anything?"

Lucifer shifted himself so he could face you. His eyes seemed to shimmer when he looked into yours, his expression was soft and serene. "All I'll ever need is you, my dear. Thank you...for this. For everything. I love you...more than anything."

You leaned into each other, your lips crashing together as if it would be the last time. But you knew it wouldn't. You'd always be there for him, just as he would for you. You pulled away and brushed his fallen hair away from his face.

"I guess we missed our reservation," you joked.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm absolutely famished," Lucifer laughed. "I should probably go change again, huh?"

"Yes, go get your suit!" Before he could sit up, you wrapped your hands around the back of his neck, placing his forehead against your own. "But leave the lingerie on underneath. I'm going to want dessert after our meal."

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I got a lot of explaining to do when I meet Gigachad St. Peter after I leave this corporal realm.

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