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Throughout history, countless words have been used to describe Lucifer Morningstar.

Wretched. Tricky. Unholy. Abomination. Evil. Just to name a few.

None of these descriptors were quite what you were looking for. No, the word you were looking for was... imbecile

He was the most beautiful being you had ever seen both in life and in Hell. His soft, blonde locks always looked perfectly tousled- just begging you to run your hands through them. His lavender eyelids and flushed cheeks looked so damn kissable your mouth watered at the sight of his face. And don't even get you started on the stunning gold of his eyes; eyes that held a depth that only a being thousands of years old can manage.

Yes, Lucifer was stunning and regal.

Too bad that none of that beauty could cover up the fact that he was also an absolute idiot.

You'd tried to be subtle, not wanting to scare him off or make him uncomfortable by being too forward. But it quickly became clear that nuances went right over his head.

Complimenting his perfect skin earned you a 10-minute description of his skincare routine.

Lightly grazing his fingers with your own when you passed him his mug of coffee ended in profuse apologies from the stuttering man before he ran away.

You'd even tried learning a few things about ducks to impress him. But that backfired on you when you stated how romantic it was that some ducks mated for life only for your efforts to lead to him telling you that you were confusing ducks with geese or swans.

So you decided to take a more direct approach...

... like calling him from an abandoned warehouse and telling him you needed him for an emergency.

You hear the metal door of the empty warehouse creak open, the eeriness of the sound quickly erased by Lucifer's chipper voice. "Hey N/N! I got your call! You said you needed help and it was an emergency. Is the emergency fixing this place up? Because yikes! Don't mean to yuck your yum, or kill your vibe, or whatever it is you mortals say nowadays." He trails off with a nervous chuckle. "N/N? You in here?"

You step out of the shadows, wearing a black trench coat, fishnet stockings, and Louboutin stilettos. "Hey, Lu," you say as you slowly twirl a lock of your hair around one finger.

The fallen angel's face glows bright gold as his eyes scan your form up and down. "Uhhh...", he trails off with a nervous cough. "That's a uhh.. interesting!... outfit choice N/N." He tugs at the collar of his button-up shirt like it was suffocating him. "So!" he claps his hands and turns away from you to look over the ruins of the building once more, "What did you have in mind for this rust bucket? Though, I must say, you aren't really dressed for demolition right now." He lets out another nervous laugh.

You smile, walking up to him slowly. Reaching out a hand, you slide your fingers down his bicep, feeling the muscle tense just as Lucifer's breath hitched. You grip more firmly, nails gently digging into his jacket sleeve as you lean in to whisper directly into his ear, "I have a different kind of ruination in mind." Before the angel could react, you used your grip on his arm to push him back against the wall. You pin his hips with yours, sliding one thigh between his legs.

"Y/N, what- what are you doing?" Lucifer gasps.

You lean back from him just slightly, creating just enough space between you to be certain he gets a good view of your body. Deliciously slowly, you release the knot keeping your jacket closed and peel it off your form. Now standing in the black and red corset, you watch Lucifer's eyes widen as his pupil's dilate and take up nearly all the yellow in them. His heart was beating so erratically that it felt like it was trying to jump out of his chest and into yours. When a few moments pass without him doing more than stare, you start to second-guess if this was a good idea. Maybe it was foolish to corner the King of Hell like this.

That was when he let out a whimper. A sound so frail and pathetic that you couldn't believe it came from the literal Devil at first. That one little mewl went straight to your core- you fucking needed him right here, right now. Mustering all the self-control you had left, you lean forward until your whole being was flush with his. Placing your lips next to his ear again, you whisper, "Tell me to stop and I will."

In response, Lucifer's arms wrap around you, his hands gliding up and down your body from your waist to your shoulder blades like he couldn't decide what to do with them. Frantically shaking his head, he cried out, "Please Angel, don't stop."

A wicked grin spread across your face before you nipped at his ear, punching another little whimper from the most powerful man in Hell. "Good boy."

You finally kiss him, starting slow but quickly morphing into filth as they became more passionate. You greedily swallow his moans when you bite his lower lip, using your tongue to explore every surface of his mouth. His hands finally settled on your hips as your thigh began rubbing against his crotch, holding you so tight it was like he was afraid you'd disappear if he let go.

While sucking on his serpentine tongue, you made quick work of shedding him of his jacket and shirt. Once his torso was bare, you stepped back again take in the view. Fuck, he really was gorgeous. His pale, toned stomach twitched as you ran a finger over his abs. Your mouth watered at the sight of his dark nipples standing hard against his pectorals- just begging to be bitten. Glancing back up at Lucifer's face, you find his eyes staring off to the side and avoiding your scrutiny, his face completely golden again. The sight made your heart clench.

"Hey, look at me, Lu", you coo and rest a palm on his flushed face. When his eyes finally meet yours again, you lean in to touch your forehead to his, "You are beautiful. The most perfect being I have ever seen." His body trembles against yours- a combination of arousal, anticipation, and nerves. Suddenly, you get a thought that makes your thighs clench and you sink to your knees in front of him.

"Uhh Angel? What are you doing?" The blonde archangel asks as you work on the buttons of his pants.

You smile up at him sweetly, "If you don't believe me then I'll show you." By the end of your statement, you were sliding his zipper down. Your fingers trail across his thighs slowly; when they reach the hem of his trousers you pause for moment, giving him time to stop you if he wanted to. His face was flushed the loveliest shade of aureate, his pupils blown wide, and eyes half-lidded. When he gives you no indication he wants you to stop, you carefully peel his trousers off his porcelain legs.

Now in just his boxers, it was no longer possible for him to hide his erection. You bring a hand up and gently cup his bulge through the thin fabric. He lets out a gasp at the contact and his hands fly to your shoulders as if he needs to steady himself. HIs cock rests heavily in your palm as his abs hitch with every shuddered breath he takes. You palm him gently until a wet stain from his precum forms on the soft material. You watch the stain spread through the cotton fibers until your mouth waters, you can't wait and longer to taste him. Leaning in, you flatten your tongue against his bulge, moaning when the salty-bitter taste of him hits your tastebuds. The groan that punches out of Lucifer's throat is obscene, his jaw going slack as his claws dig into your flesh with a delicious sting.

Lucifer's cock strained painfully against the confines of his boxers. Without breaking eye contact, you freed him from his cotton prison. He hissed when the air hit his aching member, the mushroom tip swollen and leaking. Without hesitation, you lick a quick stripe along the vein that runs along the entire underside of his length.

His moan makes your thighs immediately clench together and you dive in, taking as much of his length as you possibly could. His hands leave your shoulders and grip firmly at the back your head, claws scratching lightly at your scalp. You work to relax your throat, moving gradually down his cock until you could feel him at the back your throat. Hollowing your cheeks, you give a curious suck to test his reaction.

"Oh shit, oh- FUCK. Angel, your m-mouth is- fuck! So, so good!" Lucifer's head is now thrown back in pure bliss, eyes clenched tightly as he concentrates on not cumming immediately.

You moan around his length, the sensation sending a shiver up the angel's spine. You move back slowly, sucking during the whole motion until the tip leaves your puckered lips with a wet pop. Then, you dive back in with full intensity. Whatever you couldn't fit in your mouth, you use your hand to gently twist and pull in time with every bob of your head. Your other hand cupped his balls, switching between fondling and tugging gently.

The pace you set was brutal even for you. Your eyes began to water as you fought your gag reflex. Spit and precum dribbled down the corners of your mouth and chin, dripping onto your still-clenched thighs.

Lucifer's speech no longer made sense, his words incoherent and garbled as his peak raced closer and closer. His hips moved in time with your head, his pelvis thrusting forwards to shove his cock as far down your throat as he could get. You gave a firmer squeeze to his testicles paired with a harsh suck to his tip and he slammed into you one final time, his seed pooling in your mouth as you swallowed around him.

His softening dick pops out of your mouth and you wipe yourself clean with the back of your hand before smiling sweetly up at the blonde. He is panting and looked utterly wrecked, the beautiful flush blooming across his skin from cheeks to chest. "Holy shit, Angel. That was- you're just- wow!" He chuckled with a small smile.

You hummed, "Oh my sweet, sweet Lucifer. I'm not finished with you yet."

He paused, struggling to process your statement,"Wait- what?"

Before he could think on it any further, you hooked your hands behind his knees and pulled them forward, causing the man to slide down the wall until he was seated on the ground. Before he could even comprehend what just happened, you straddled him and yanked your panties to one side before sinking down on his half-hard cock. The overstimulation hit instantly as his hiss morphed into a whimper.

You run a hand through his golden locks, pulling at the strands gingerly to force him to look at you. "You're so perfect baby boy. I've thought about having you like this from the moment I met you."

The King sighed at your words, his hands gripping onto your hips like a lifeline as you began to rock your hips gently. You could feel his cock harden as you moved, letting out a cry when you felt him reach that spongy spot that had you seeing stars.

Now fully erect again, you switched from gentle rocking to harsher bounces that impaled yourself on his length. One of Lucifer's hands reached around to your ass, squeezing the fat to hold you closer. The other hand ran down your mound to start rubbing tight circles on your clit.

Your whimpers of pleasure mixed with his as your pace began to get sloppier, you could feel yourself nearing the edge as the coil in your belly became impossibly tight.

"Cum with me, Lu" you gasped out before harshly pressing your lips to his in a desperate kiss that made your teeth click together. With a final, brutal flick to your aching nub, you fell apart around the man. He swallowed your pornographic moan as your walls clenched tightly around him. His second orgasm hit him with a guttural groan as your pussy milked him for all he had left.

In the aftermath, neither of you moved as you caught your breath. Lucifer's fingers traced idle patterns into the skin on your waist; after several minutes, you finally looked up at him. He met your gaze with eyes full of adoration, the sheer intensity of his emotions stole the breath right out of your lungs. As the high from your orgasm dissipated, so did your bravado. "Was that alright?" You asked shyly.

its lack of truly corporeal form leaving it entirely un-susceptible to the sharp edges of his naturally endowed claws—but that won't stop it from gripping your thighs and pulling you closer until the shadow presses its tongue against your clothed slit.

"alastor—!" you jolt and shudder, hands tightening where they're restrained.

he only has to toy with your nipples again, precious and sensitive, to calm you down while the shadow laps endlessly at the sensitive, neglected bundle of nerves. even through a layer of fabric, it can feel your clit pulse.

you try to wriggle your legs, to pull your trousers down just a little so the access is more direct, but alastor is already tapping a side of your hip before you can protest.

"ah-ah. you needn't move. it rather enjoys this vantage point." his voice is awe filled, dexterous fingers make goosebumps appear all along your skin.

your eyes go wide. "b-but i can't come like this."

"you can," alastor hums, so assured you slink back. "and you will."

( he can never get enough which is why he was trying to show some restraint, but he's already well beyond that and decides not to dwell. )

the shadow licks at your clit diligently, tongue pressing hard and delibrately against the seam. somehow, it knows all your weak points and he plays with them to keep you on edge, bring you where he needs. you sound sweet, hips bucking into its mouth, desperately seeking more friction.

the shadow licks a stripe up your pussy, slow flat tongue against you before it sucks the fabric into his mouth, and alastor makes an appraisal sound as you keen, hips lifting off the mattress, head falling back against alastor's ches as you makes a low, whining noise.

"ah, what a lovely picture. do stay just like that." there's something about here and now that feel strangely affirming in a way that makes him almost want to laugh. almost.

( he doesn't understand it no matter how hard he tries, but alastor thinks it's not something for him to understand. )

the shadow licks you long and rough, and alastor takes that moment to trail his fingers down to your clothed clit, tracing circles into your sensitive bud while his other hand lays flat against your abdomen to keep you from lifting off the bed.

you squeal, wailing, "too much, 'm sensitive!" but he hushes you.

"for me, hm?" he thinks of how would be the best way to go about this. he wants to savor this, no matter how frenzied he feels. you deserve to be savored in this state. worshipped.

ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ 𝐕𝐎𝐗

vox just knows you would look pretty on camera. he loves getting the chance to show you off and let anyone who looks your way that you are his, after all.

he has subtle restraint, he always does, especially when you are being sweet and gracious. vox guiltlessly drags you back into him, grinding against your ass. he can feel your breath hitch as he pulls from your neck with a growl and can't help but pleased with the fat bruise he left behind.

"i should bruise you a collar of these," he hums. "if fucking you here doesn't show everyone whose you are, that would get the message across, don't you think?"

"please, vox"

he doesn't know what exact thing you're begging for, but he'll give you everything. anything. he drags a palm over your lower tummy, hand slipping down the front of your panties and teasing along your slit.

"fuck," you gasp, bucking into his touch as his lithe fingers make contact with your panties. instinctively your legs spread, granting him allowance to where you need him most, but he gives you no more than gentle strokes. you're squirming, practically begging for more.

"keep looking at the camera, doll." his hold slips from your neck to your jaw, tilting your head back to look straight into the invasive red. "or i'm stopping."

you sputter something, whether it's a denial or affirmation, vox doesn't care. he's already pulling your panties to the side, this time rubbing deliberate circles against your clit. you shut yourself up, steadying your body so you don't go against his orders because you'd rather die than disobey him.

and then he's slipping your panties to the side, dipping a finger tentatively into your cunt and you whine. can't help yourself and whine like a whore for more, in front of the potential thousands of sinners who are gonna watch you unfold and uncover your layers of debauchery.

vox is laughing as he slips in one finger into your slick.

"fuckin' wet for me, huh? you getting off to all hell watching you?" his words dig into your ears and melt your brain, and you nod dumbly, neck tilting up to look at him, but his fingers are quick to snap your jaw back in place, looking straight into the camera. "who said you could look at me? whores don't get to look at me."

he's easing another two fingers into your cunt with the aid of your drooling wet while you're clinging onto his bicep, your legs spread and trembling as he fucks his fingers in and out of you, curling into spots he knows like the back of his palm. vox is so good, so good at making you cum so easily; knows your body better than you do, knows exactly what to do to make you unravel.

"i'm gonna cum— i'm gonna—" you're gasping, squealing and bucking your hips up to meet his fingers halfway. "please? let me—" and you're trailing off as he eases a fourth finger in, stretching your cunt beyond its limits and you go slack jawed, melting into him.

( vox wants you to hurt when this is over. he wants you to bear his bruises and imprints. You should be limping when he's done with you. he'll take care of you after, but for now he wants to leave an impression. )

ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑

it happens by accident. in his defense, he can't comprehend a single thing he's saying.

"please— please fuck me," he muffles a whine, and his voice is so pathetic that you take pity.

"i didn't even have to ask you to beg," you chastise him teasingly, brushing his hair off his forehead and kissing his circular pink cheek. "you're really desperate."

"i— mmhm," he mumbles. you think he looks pretty: all fucked out, cheeks red, hair messy. his eyes are glassy and wet with tears, and your stomach flips just knowing it's because of you. "wanna feel it, feel you."

you hover over him, hands shifting under his hips to lift him slightly before you hook his legs over your elbows. and then you're pressing, pushing in slowly, watching his face contort as your cock spears him, splits him wide open. his mouth's agape, gasping, clutching for air as you push past the tight ring of muscle, and you're smiling.

"that's it, that's it, taking me so well, yeah?," you coo." tell me luci, how's it feel?"

you bottom out in him, your body pressed to his, his own body folded in a mating press. he loves it like this, he's told you, having you so close to him, bending him practically in half. lucifer lets out a broken moan, his cock bouncing as you fuck into him gently, blushing and leaking all over his stomach.

"feels f-full," you think he mutters, head tilting up, exposing his neck. you reach forward and press your lips to the skin there, warm and his adam's apple trembles under your touch. the silicon makes lewd quelch sounds as you fuck him, skin slapping against skin.

lucifer's ruined, fingers twisting into the sheets, and then looping around your neck, and then under your armpits digging into your back. he's so sensitive, needs to unleash it all somewhere, through red marks down your skin, or through ragged breaths.

you thumb away his tears. "want me to fill you up?" you can't stop the words that push past your lips before they're said. "want me to breed you?"

and you watch his eyes widen, and suddenly the resistance around your cock is so much higher, so much tighter. he moans brokenly, legs straining and you feel something wet between your skin and his. he came? you look down between the two of you and sure enough; his pathetic cock is leaking, spurting ropes of warm cum onto his tummy and yours.

oh.

"you liked that." you whisper. your thrusts don't slow, instead grow even harsher with your newfound revelation. "you liked being bred, don't you, lu?"

he whines, like he's shy, like he's ashamed. but you can tell but the way the apples of his cheeks flush golden; it answers your question.

"look at me," you whisper, cradling his jaw in your palm. "look at me and tell me it."

lucifer is withering. he's a broken mess under you, knees pinned to his chest, your cock rocking into him, the cockhead meeting his prostate with every thrust. he's brainless, thoughts melted into pretty pink goo oozing out of his ears onto the sheets, not a single brain cell active enough to answer you.

"tell me," you spit sweetly. "or i'll stop."

"no!" he gasps. "d-don't stop, fuck, keep g-going," you can hear his pants, the cogs in his brain working doubly hard to repeat your words. "i l-like it, being f-fucked— ah, shit— and bred. n-need it, please."

so sweet. so lovely. you press your forehead to his, and promise him the world. you make him cum all over you again, whining pitifully as you milk his cock for what it's worth. he's exhausted and broken and covered in cum and spit and lube, eyes filled with adoration as he looks at you.

ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌

"i'm surprised you let me go this far," you hum, so soft it's startling. the way the blood starts to rush in that familiar way nearly makes him sick. oh, fuck. "that's okay, you are doing wonderfully, sweetheart."

that makes his dick twitch. you must feel it because you laugh. he's gonna lose his mind, being swept up by you so easily. he's gotten so used to forfeiting restraint.

"ah," you say again, smooth and deliberate. there's that twitch again, something pooling in his gut. he starts to feel nervous. "you like bein' spoiled, adam?"

he opens his mouth, only to close it again. you drive his hard cock against your cunt, the tip catching into your clit until you're shaking above him. he stops knowing what he wants at some point.

"ugh," his voice grows thicker. "you are so fucking cheesy, babe."

( if he were more apt at honesty, he could admit to you that he just wants you. in whatever way. sometimes you get like this, when you're not screwing around - and you're so good to him that it hurts.

but he likes too when you're this sweet on him too - even if that feels shameful as fuck. he can't help but think about it anyway )

you don't give him a chance to cover. you lean over him as you maneuver his cock to your entrance with all disregard for his sanity. you hiss as the tip finds the spot. fuck you're wet. your insides are so soft, so sticky - but you're still so damn tight.

"fuck, fuck," he rasps. he's out of his mind right now. he blames it on his dick. "i wish i could take these fuckin' cuffs off."

"after i drain you dry," you say with a confidence that astounds him. "but you have to tell me you want that, first.do you wanna fuck me?"

"shit. y-yeah," he nods, feeling absolutely swept up in your pace.

"what was that?."

"i wanna fuck you, dammit," he stutters through the last of his sentence. "don't make me beg, my dick is going to blow off if you keep torturing me."

he groans as you start to move. you lean over him with one hand and use your other to tease and toy with your clit as you ride his cock with reckless abandon. the room is quick to fill with noise - the sound of skin slapping skin, the skin sticking where your hips meet his thighs.

"don't cum yet," you're moaning in little broken waves. He's not going to last if he listens to you anymore. "let me get my fill first."

he opens his mouth to protest, but the words die in his mouth. the warm, wet heat of your cunt is immediately overstimulating. you're riding him with so much force, using him. a vice-like grip, sticky and pliant over the hard curve of his cock. everytime you bounce and throw your ass a little harder onto him, he can feel you. feel himself and how deep he is. his hands tighten into fists where they're cuffed in front of him.

"you c-can't, fuck," he whines as he starts to jack hammer himself into you. he's chasing his release, "better said that fucking done."

he's never been... used like this. but he doesn't hate it the way you disregard him to chase your own pleasure while being so generally mindful of his own. you take and take and take but you make it feel so good. 

ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ 𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋

desire is what grounds him in this moment, as blurry as it may be, because even in this state, he knows his desire is in good hands if those hands are yours. his eyes shut in his drug induced sleep leaving him vulnerable to anything, anything you want to do—you are worried you're into this a bit too much.

"i've got you," you whisper in his ear, crowding yourself against his back so your chest is pressed up against his shoulderblades, your body wrapping around his frame, skin and bones and illicit cries in the pillow. "feeling good?"

"uh, ye—ah!—," he whimpers, hands bracing himself up. his arms are quivering from the endless sensation of your small hand on his cock, slicking up and down and up and down slowly. you're bringing him to his knees with every soft kiss you press into his shoulder.

"you were saying?" you breathe against him, sensitive skin raising as your tongue darts out just the slightest to taste his flesh. "can you answer me, love?"

abel whines, dizzy with pleasure and only half-aware that he's writhing under your body, under your smile that's sweet and devilish at the same time.

"i—" abel shakes his head, shifting his hips, though he doesn't know if he's trying to fuck himself further onto your hand. he doesn't know a lot of things right now, but he does know that he wants, and finding the words to get that across seems impossible.

"you're so cute," you say, pressing a kiss to his neck, so quick that it's almost chaste and so dissonant from the obscene sounds of your hand sliding against his cock. "and you're so good for me, aren't you?"

"'m good," he repeats your words, and you can tell from his airy tone that he's so far gone. you smile; slowly removing your hand from his weeping cock, you hush the cries that elicit from his tongue.

"wanted to see your face." he blushes, pretty golden settling in the apples of his cheeks.

abel turns with your hands, letting you settle down between his pale thighs. you run a hand up from his hip to his torso, his chest, his neck, curious fingers wrapping around the delicate column of his neck and squeezing.

"are you going to cum for me, love?" you whisper, spitting into your palm to slick it up before stroking his cock again. slowly, slowly, from the base to the tip, the other hand still caressing the soft skin of his torso. "want to see your face when you cum."

"yes, yes," he whimpers, as your hands resume the pace along his cock. "gonna— gonna cum," his hands are twisting into the sheets, his back arching as your play with the pretty pink tip of his cock. it's weeping, drooling precum all over your hand, begging to be tasted.

"i know you will," you smile. "because you're my good boy, right?"

the words that leave your lips are tearing through his chest, piercing through the pink muscle of his heart, ripping artery by artery, vein by vein. there is nothing left of him but skin and blood and bones and you, you loving on him, spitting your venom into his bloodstream like it's yours. and it is.

ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐎

he'd promised that he wouldn't hurt you. his promises doesn't mean much. one, he'd promised that you'd always hate him.

that's okay, valentino knows you'd let him regardless. you are that good for him ( don't you ), and he loves the flicker of fear that softens you in a way he always finds pretty whenever he lifts the barrel of the gun.

"open up for me, baby." he commands. his other hand is holding the gun and you don't have to wonder what he's got planned because he brings it up to your face, tracing your lips with the tip of the silencer.

when you're too slow to react, his lower set of hands comes down to grip a little harder your tender skin, keeping his grip on the fat of your inner thigh, pulling it as close to him as it can go. you open your mouth out of surprise, mostly. the second of shock is an opportunity, though, and valentino takes it, moving the gun, pressing the pistol's silencer into your mouth while at the same time teases a finger along your cunt again, rubbing your slick onto your clit.

"aw, look at that," he purrs as finally he bottoms out, the tip of his cock brushing your cervix. youre mewling, stuffed full. "you always get so damn pretty like this." there is a mean smile curling at the edges of his spit slick lips. "ain't that right, cariño?"

you're so pliable, so malleable that all he has to do is nudge you and you're moving to his liking, holding you so close to him as he pushes in, swearing as your tight cunt swells around him, but you manage, you always do what valentino wants you to do.

you whine, and he shoots you a look, one that says, i'm not playing. so instead you lick at the muzzle, circling your mouth around it. he would made you bring him the shotgun shells, held them in his palm and asked you to kiss them.

( you already know what he says: once for luck, once for love, once for the road. )

"since when do you think, hm?." you whine with every thrust in, your body shaking just that little bit more as he pounds into you. "keeping it nice and warm for me."

and what can you do but oblige? hard metal sliding in and out of your mouth, teasing your nerves alight. it's cold, the silencer pressing against your tongue. you can't help but suck at it, and the sight of it makes valentino laugh.

you let out pathetic cries as he fucks you, deep and thick and pressing right against that sweet, spongey spot inside you. he's everywhere, over you, under you, in you all at once, so much, too much for you to comprehend. all that really tethers you back to reality is the incessant push of the gun against your throat as he rocks into you.

( the safety's been off this whole time. )

"y'swallowing me, baby, 's almost like you're not gon' let me go." he chuckles breathily. "gonna keep me here? give you my cum, hm?"

you feel the familiar clench in your abdomen slowly build, soft pants in his ear all the warning you can give him before you whine.

Turn ons:

Gets turned on seeing you wear formal clothing, even if you’re busy and handling business he will make sure to free some of your schedule to get some of you.

Begging: No matter what it will get him going, so it’s pretty easy to get what you want once you know the trick. He also absolutely loves being worshipped.

Kinks:

Electric play: Loves to tease and seeing you squirm, can use his own body to do it so he doesn’t even need toys.

Shibari: He will tie you up, especially if he has a reason to be mad at you/punish you.

Remote play: He will use remote controls to turn you into a pleading mess, he can monitor your reactions from any distance since he has cameras literally everywhere. He loves having you beg for him before he shows up.

Unexpected kinks:

Praise kink: If you genuinely compliment him or praise him when he’s not expecting it, you will notice the faint blue blush flowing through his cheeks for an instant, though he tries to conceal it, it doesn’t always work.

Nipple play: He has very sensitive nipples, he doesn’t always want to be teased but if he’s into it enough he will gladly let you do it and you will be delighted with his brand new facial expressions.

Favorite position:

V is for Victory: Though it was initially for the joke, I actually really believe he would be heavily into that. It gives him a great control and deep access.                      

Oral skill:

Likes to eat you out especially if you’re soaking wet and sometimes will just toss you on top of his desk to enjoy himself a little treat, but it’s honestly more for himself than for you, you just enjoy the ride. Definitely amazing fingering game though for sure, ending up with you catching yourself staring at his fingers even outside of the bedroom. He can't help but smirk when he notices.

Trivia:

Very jealous and possessive with stalking tendencies.

Says he’s a boob man because he believes it fits his image better but really is an ass man.

Enjoys seeing you limping the next day while drinking his coffee.

Alastor 📻 :

Inclinations: Sadist/Sapiosexual

Turn ons/kinks:

Blood play : I mean…yeah. He loves blood let’s not forget about the reason he’s in hell. Well let’s just say period sex has never been a problem.

Dacryphilia: Even if he wants to comfort you he will still get turned on if you’re crying. He’s so used to seeing you cry when you’re being edged and teased that he can’t separate them.

Orgasm denial: He gets off from seeing you beg and cry about not being allowed to come.

Spanking/Whipping/Hair pulling/Sadomasochism in general

Dirty talk: Enjoys teasing and edging through words, he can be very descriptive and loves painting worded details to enhance the power of his actions.

Something that really turns him on is someone who will respect his personal space, but somehow the more you respect his, the more he will invade yours.

Unexpected kinks:

Mommy kink (kinda): We all know he was a mama’s boy. He enjoys being cared for and being spoiled.

Piercings: It wasn’t a thing back when he was a human, but since arriving in hell and slowly seeing more and more people show up with those he found out he very much enjoys them, he enjoys the pain people go through to get them and then using them as tools to tease and inflict pain.

Favorite position:

The hot seat: He's really good at teasing all yours sensitive areas at once and he can perfectly get it done in this position, sometimes it will naturally devolve into it if you just sit on his lap.

Oral skill:

Doesn’t enjoy giving it but when he does feel like doing it he’s really good at it, he’s great at edging and if he decided you’ll get the biggest orgasm you’ve ever reached he will make it happen.

Trivia:

Surprisingly jealous, tries to pretend things don’t get to him but they do, and when he gets trigger he will become passive aggressively insulting to the person he doesn't like and start gettong more needy and assertive.

He’s very two-sided when it comes to sex, he either is very much in the mood or not at all, and only he decides which way he’s going to swing, there’s nothing anyone else can do that can really sway him.

Lucifer 🍎:

Inclinations: Soft dom <3/Service top/Switch

Turn ons:

Eye contact: Intense eye contact will get him hot and bothered.

Lingerie: If he accidentally gets a peek of lingerie he will not be able to think about anything else during the day.

Kissing: A good passionate kiss or even a soft one can really make him flustered.

Passionate people: He’s really into it if you’re going off on things you feel passionate about, he could listen for hours, or eventually change the activity…

Unexpected kink:  

Pegging: He’s very open about anything sexual, so naturally when this side of him was explored he found out he really really enjoyed that.

Rope play: He actually loves being tied up and for you to do whatever you want to him.

Favorite position:

Prone bone (But really all of them): In this position he gets to hit your G Spot with each stroke

Oral skill:

Canonically great at it…not saying that’s why he managed to steal both of Adam’s wives, but I wouldn’t be surprised if this was the case. He loves to take his sweet time enjoying every bit of you and literally gets off from giving pleasure.

Trivia:

He’s not a boob man, he’s an everything man, he worships every part of the female body, no matter the body type.

He can be very soft and sweet but let’s not forget he is dominant at his core, if you get too cocky he will remind you.

Will give great and soft aftercare but is secretly very proud of himself that you can barely get up.

Pentious 🐍:

Inclinations: Switch/Gentle dom

Turn ons/kinks:

Clothed sex: He finds it erotic and inherently hot, maybe because he's very shy and because of the time period he's from. He can also be very spontaneous, not taking the time to fully undress you nor himself.

Voyeurism/Exhibitionism: The voyeurism is canon and even if he said he regret doing it when he was alive, he regrets more the circumstances than the act itself, in Hell, as long as it's done properly with consent, he's very into both of these kinks.

DP: He loves making good use of his two dicks, simultaneously pleasuring you by filling you front and back. This tend to overstimulate you both however.

Unexpected kink:

Outdoor sex: It does go hand in hand with the Voyeurism/Exhibitionism but it is unexpected considering his personality as a whole.

Rope play: He enjoys being tied up and giving you all the power, letting you use his body as you see fit while he's being restrained.

Cuckholding: He enjoys watching you get railed by a third party now that he's come to terms with his sexuality and can explore it safely with you, guilt free.

Favorite position:

Yourself on the shelf: He can carry you easily and choose whether he wants to go softly or not.

Oral skill:

I mean with a tongue like his…

Even though he hasn’t had as much practice as some, he’s good at it and he listens to his partner’s body language. He makes sure he does the job properly, also loves receiving.

Trivia:

Will blurt out he loves you during sex.

Can surprisingly last very long, he has great self-control and stamina.

Aftercare: Will run around worried like he broke you afterwards and apologize profusely even though you couldn’t be more relaxed.

Valentino 🦋 :

Inclinations: Psycho/Narcissist/Switch

Turn ons/kinks:

Hurting Angel Dust/Fire

Unexpected kink:

Going to therapy hopefully    

Favorite position:

Idk man

Trivia:

Has nightmares about Nifty on a weekly basis

Adam 🎸:

Inclinations: Selfish top

Turn ons/kinks:

Face fucking: This man loves to enjoy himself without a care in the world. Of course he loves to fuck your face, his hands in your hair, drowning in the tightness of your throat. He makes sure you can breathe…sometimes.

Anal: Talk about a forbidden fruit, again he loves the sensations that go with it. Thankfully he’s also good at making sure you enjoy it too but that’s mainly cause otherwise he knows he wouldn’t be able to get it as often as he wanted.

Spanking: He will spank you hard enough to leave your bum crimson. He’s either giving you hard spanks or grabbing tightly onto that ass.

Unexpected kink:

Vanilla sex (especially missionary): He surprisingly has a soft side to himself and enjoys the connection and proximity this allows, only sometimes though.

Favorite position:

Doggy style: Of course his favorite position would be one where he can go as hard as he wants, without too much eye contact He enjoys it pretty rough usually and will give spanks very easily.

Oral skill:

I mean he definitely enjoys giving oral…now he would probably be better at it if he listened actively to feedback. All in all he can be pretty decent at it but that’s not his forte. He does genuinely enjoy eating pussy though.

Trivia:

Will randomly show signs of concern and ask if you’re okay during the act.

Does pack pretty well

He’s an everything guy. Boobs/Ass/Thighs/Back he genuinely is probably the straightest man that ever lived.

Abel 🌻 :

Inclination: Submissive/Service top

Turn ons:

Praise kink for suuuure : If you whisper a good praise in his ear at the right moment, you can most likely make him burst.

Cock ring: The faces he makes after being edged with a cock ring for a whole afternoon are truly a blessing from heaven.

Hair pulling: Don’t read this wrong, he would never pull your hair, he’s way to sweet for that. However, since you accidentally pulled on it once, you both realized it was something he was very much into. If you catch him off guard he will bless your ears with a sweet moan and you will feel him throb.

Biting: He’s neck is extremely sensitive. Just kissing it already sends shivers down his spine. If you suck on it he will start groaning and breathing heavily. And if you bite it he will straight up moan whether he wants to or not.

Unexpected kink:

Chocking: You were surprised when he expressed curiosity about this, you were scared at first but turns out he enjoys a little chocking here and there.

Wax play: He’s a very sensitive man, physically I mean. Especially to your touch. Temperature play was something you tested at some point with wax as there are countless candles all over the place in heaven, you used it spontaneously but turns out, he definitely enjoyed it.

Favorite position:

Cowgirl: Watching you bounce on him is something he could do all day every day. He loves sucking on your tits while fondling your ass. Seeing you moan and enjoy his member is a huge turn on for him.

Oral skill:

Definitely didn’t take from his dad, he’s great at it! He won’t stop until he’s sure you are satisfied but he will ask multiple times throughout if he’s doing good.

Trivia:

Sensitive neck

More submissive than dominant but if you press his buttons correctly, he will show a dominant side of him exceptionally.

Big dick but doesn’t realize how blessed he is.

Has come from just kissing before.

Husk 🐈‍⬛ :

Tendencies: Service top/Pleasure dom/Brat tamer

Turn ons:

Bratty behavior: He is the soft version of what Vox would do in terms of brat taming, he can be very firm and remind you who's in charge when needed, but he also knows when to reward you.

Expressive consent: The more respectful, the better! He loves when you're very expressive about how into it you are. His ultimate turn on to be honest.

Primal sex: He can get pretty caught up in the heat of the moment and get carried away, though he makes sure to give you some great aftercare after each time.

Unexpected kink:

 Uniforms: If you surprise his wearing a uniform you can be sure the response will be immediate and intense, even he doesn't know why it does that to him.

Favorite position:

69: Giving while receiving is his favorite thing. He can do it for hours but because he can get pretty intense, it's sometimes hard to keep up with his pace.

Oral skill:

Amazing skills, it’s like when the entree is so good you can’t even think of the main course anymore, thankfully he’s here to make sure you don’t fill yourself before then.

Trivia:

Wings are his weak spot

He's pretty vocal

Credits for the dividers I used :

@kodaswrld

@saradika-graphics

@pixopix

@yumechr

@diviniyae

@bronzewasp

@huraxy-dividers

End note: I've realized that I ended up writing something rope related like at least 3 times, which is crazy cause it's not even my favorite, I guess it suits a lot of the Hazbin Men...

Now don't come at me for Valentino! I'm just joking (nah I meant it).