#luwrites

it’s even more satisfying when the other man is trying to hold these delightful little sounds back. is it embarrassing because he feels like he has a job to do and is getting distracted?

distracted by the lips kissing up the length of his dick? the arms bracing against his thighs so he keeps his legs nice and spread?

Lucifer was begging.

“Please,” his voice just a vibration on your inner thigh as he mouths the new mark he’d proudly put there. It’s a whimper, a whine, and a moan all in one. You look down at him from your position at the edge of the bed- Lucifer kneeling between your legs. One hand is hooked under your thigh, the other rests on your waist with a loving but greedy grip. With lidded eyes and flushed cheeks, he presses another kiss to your inner thigh, but grazes just the tips of his fangs against the skin. It’s enough to make you give a pleasurable shiver- causes your heartbeat to spike in anticipation.

But he won’t do it. He can’t. So he repeats his plea.

You take your hand off the bed to cup his cheek, causing him to lean desperately into your palm. You smile innocently, but the lust swirling in your eyes betrays any semblance of purity you might’ve feigned. Looking at you from above, Lucifer feels his blood rush lower- tries to swallow the lump in his throat as he looks at you.

You’re beautiful. He wants to make you a mess, and show you how much your being was valued. How precious you were to him. But he waits, not even thinking of his own need or the hard length that’s firmly pressed against the bed frame and his stomach.

Your fingers caress his cheek, but you remain silent, messaging his lip with your thumb. He shivers as your nail grazes his lip, but welcomes the finger into his mouth. You push his tongue down, but he’s stubborn in a way, he wants to taste you, feel you! And yet, before he can make a full loop with his tongue you take your finger away with a soft pop and Lucifer keens.

“Please? Please what, Luci?” You question sweetly, leaning forward just enough to put your lips centimeters apart. Lucifer whines, traces circles on your waist, and breathes your name like the air he needs to live. "Please, let me show you a pleasure only I can give..."

In response to his breathless plea, you blink. And then you take a look at the sculpted god below you. Flushed cheeks and lidded eyes, Lucifer’s air was seemingly constricted with just a look from you. You grin, nothing but animalistic desire as you taunt him. You finally tug the leash around his neck with your other hand, a brief kiss pressed to his lips. "But Luci, I'm quite enjoying myself right here. Such a strong demon, the eldest son, reduced to a whimpering mess because a human lays bare above him? I must say you look good under me."

If you were elated by a needy, wanton Lucifer below you, you took unholy pleasure in the sound that left him, his defeated, teary eyes stare and his frustration. "Aww, how absolutely needy you are, such a good boy," you practically moaned. Lucifer whined again at your silence, your words of praise travelling south, and pawed at your hips in an attempt to get you to come closer. To let him kiss you, touch you, worship you... But a firm tug on the leash stilled any movement from him. How obedient, you thought sadistically. But Lucifer was almost in tears, and though you were lost to your own lust, you wanted to see how far you could take this power trip.

With a slow, measured movement, you stretched out your index finger and glided gently over the head of Lucifer's length. A sharp gasp echoes in the room, a long drawn out moan, and Lucifer's begging make another symphony in your ears. How cute, you muse to yourself, even as Lucifer's form shifts slightly. The metal around the base of his length shines with the glint of your eyes. He whimpers unintelligible mess as you make a round trip with your index finger. And then, with every intention of making him plead, you drift that feather light touch to the leakage at the head and flick. He shudders as the cries leave him, your ministrations to his searing, sensitive flesh causing him to draw blanks. Suddenly, Lucifer grips your thigh- it's bruising, but it isn't intentional and that makes it all the more enjoyable.

"Oh? Something wrong, love?"

"More," He trails quietly, your smirk twisting maliciously. But before the sentence he could dream leaves him, he shifts, the band around the base of his length snaps and clatters out the floor. In his demon form, Lucifer is a sight to behold, nothing but muscle and power. But more than that, he openly radiates the need to please you. Even if he breaks a few rules to do so. He's on his feet in an instant, pulling you up and around as he switches your positions, with you on his lap. You tug at the leash, testing how far gone he is, but in the moment he lurches forward, he presses a hot, feral kiss to your lips. You moan, shifting in his lap until both of your erections are pressed together, forcing Lucifer to shiver and pull you closer. But his orgasm is the last thing on his mind, especially with you bare on his lap.

"No more teasing, let me touch you properly," He mouths against your throat, peppering kisses across your collarbone and choosing where his teeth nipped at the flesh with care. Just the right mix of pain and pleasure, with so much hunger and need that even you could feel it. "So beautiful," He whimpers against your skin, deciding to give his dominance a parting gift. His hands, warm and large, engulf you, and then his teeth are sinking into your neck and you yelp and cling to him, the stimulation a bit too much. You whine, but Lucifer laps reverently at your skin, and apology of sorts. "I'll make a mess of you."

He growls, and it's all you can do to sit still, unbothered in appearance, and not palm yourself. It's so possessive, but more than that, it's hungry and passionate. A growl reserved for you, when Lucifer decides that you are the only ruler who could possibly make him feel all this and more. Taking your hips in his hands, he pulls you chest to chest so that he can easily overpower you with kisses. But his hands are drifting, everywhere and nowhere, hot and then unsatisfyingly cold as they move to their next destination. Lucifer spares no effort in letting you know he worships you, but he also knows that if you tug, he will obey. Because he worships you above all else.

He pauses for just a moment, laying you on your back as he keeps his eyes locked on yours. "Let me treasure you, and only you." He whispers, kissing down to your navel, until he uses his strong arms to open your legs- not that you would have denied him. He's so focused, so determined to please you, so dedicated... the moment the kisses on your inner thigh make it to your length, he's drooling. He hums, nuzzling his face into you in a lewd manner, but even then you can feel the love in it. And then he sucks the tip between his lips, and you can't help the helpless whine that leaves you. Lucifer moans in return, and though he's tried to restrain himself, he comes to the sound of your pleasured moans, hollowing his cheeks even then as he focuses solely on you. His pleasure vibrates against you, and you can't help but whimper his name in unabashed lust and pleasure. Lucifer doubles down, keeps his eyes on your face as much as he can with you down his throat. It's beautiful. You're beautiful. He takes his time bringing you to the end, pulling off with a slick pop to breath, before his hands begin to work you along with his mouth. "Mmm," he hums, teasingly, maybe even tauntingly, before he focuses on your orgasm and begins to suck and circle his tongue around you.

"Lucifer!" You cry, hands flying to tangle in his hair. Your stomach tightens, and you can't warn him fast enough- you get the feeling he doesn't want you too - before you climax hits and Lucifer pulls away slowly, a string of fluid connecting his lips to the head of you length. You blush as you catch your breath, but Lucifer smiles and climbs over you, wrapping around your back as you come down from your high. You open your mouth to speak, but Lucifer moves his finger to your lips to silence you.

- Your not strong, you’re a villager after all, but as soon as inosuke’s upper body is over your back you stand straight up, flipping him over you and on to the floor as you run away. He’s a little shocked that such a weakling could even trick him like that, but he’s also intrigued.

-The next time you see him, he’s holding the mask instead of wearing it and you realize who he is a bit late because theres another orange-haired kid trying to hit on you before you can get away.

- Inosuke’s has never wanted to kill someone so much in his life. He makes quick work of zenitsu - poor guy - and grabs you before you can run. “You sure like running!”

- Well yeah a man in with a boar mask would give most people he was chasing a reason to run. he just stares you down and you’re pretty sure you hear some yelling how improper it is before you pass out from nerves and fear. You're pretty sure you hear something like bones cracking before you go down though

- when you wake up he's spooning you and you,, wanna scream but something tells you this is the most calm you'll ever get out of him  you’d be right so you keep your embarrassment to yourself and pray he wakes up quickly

- he's??? really pretty???? and you don't realize his not asleep anymore as you touch his face as gently as possible

- "hah? you admiring me or something? pretty strong, aren't I?!

- you couldn't have scooted faster or further away from him. he just flexes as you stare in mild horror and disbelief because a) this person chase you and you don't know his name b) he's handsome and why are you noticing that and c) oh my god how long had he been next to you with that huge lump on his forehead?????

- zenistu notices your awake as he walks in, but the screams murder the moment he notices whos in the room with you

- first of all, how the hell did he not hear Inosuke sneak out??? you're lowkey to terrified to talk but Tanjiro enters the fray trying to separate you two

- once names are handed around and inosuke's unconscious via headbutt, you have the time to notice you,, didn’t mind being cuddled???? by this wild ass version of tarzan???????

- eventually you become the voice of reason/calm for him every time they visit (inosuke insists on coming back every time but denies it when brought up) he’s rough around the edges but he tries his best to be gentle in his affections because your easily embarrassed but that one time he held your hand your pretty sure the bruise is still there,,,,

- you don’t tell him it hurts because you know he’s trying his best?? But you do try to tell him how to be gentle around things not as strong as he is and he somewhat gets it because he says “oh, like you?” and even though your offended you nod with a tight smile.

- you two confess to each other during a demon attack but its not really a confession you’d think of. He’s hauling you around like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder while running from the demon that invaded your village and says something before slashing up the demon when you close your eyes

- “I’ll kill this bastard for ruining my time with you and your stupid pretty face all distracting, I’ll keep you safe because I’m strong and your weak!”

- when the battles over you realize inosuke’s been hiding his injuries behind his bravado again because he moves you to a bridal style carry before he passes out, a soft “mine” leaving his lips.

- also you realize you can’t get up because he’s holding you so tight you can’t get off him to check his injuries. Tanjiro helped but that was like hours after you fell asleep on his chest to the sound of his heartbeat while trying to ignoring his snores.

Alice knew.

It was selfish and cruel but she had hoped staying away would prevent her mind from wandering to every mistake that had led to this. Alphonse… she'd failed him, she had to have failed him else he wouldn't be here… Hel had succeeded, had broken her in ways she'd never thought of. Climbing the stairs back to her prison she didn't bother wiping away the tears staining her skin

She knew it was wrong. She avoided him like the plague, even though he was probably the one that understood her suffering the most. She just… when she looked at him all she saw was her failure to save him in his time of need.

However they were both feeling the sting of failure when they looked at one another.

When Lif remembered his Alice, he could tell that his… existence caused the Alice in Hel some turmoil. She always prided herself on her successes, but she handled failure and all its inconveniences harshly. And looking at her tear stained cheeks confirmed it. He was living proof of her failure, and she couldn't handle it.

Looking back on it, him having an orb that held such a memory was… concerning. That such a thing existed, that in itself was confusing. But he kept it, and he embedded the memory into the item he had moved to her prison room. He walked towards her as she turned her gaze away, stopping beside her as he spoke

"What do you see? Am I just a reminder of failure for you? Or is there something deeper that offends you..?"

He whispered something and with that his long strides carried him out of the room where Alice had broken down into tears, knees folded under her as she hugged her shoulders. She didn't know! She didn't know why it hurt so much! Looking at Lif, no, Alphonse now… she had to have gone wrong somewhere. She didn't want to know that! She didn't ask for the weight of her mistakes to crush her!

She didn't ask to be brought to Askr! It was impossible to sort the intelligible screaming inside her head, telling her of countless wrongs and crimes she'd committed. They told of memories and worlds she'd never seen, but felt drawn to. Hel made her see things, that was what she had decided. Hel was torturing her even in sleep to keep her chained.

Alice cried and cried, screamed and sobbed… but no one would help her, no one would sympathize with her. No one would understand outside of the person she was avoiding, the person who knew her at her best and her worst.

Looking up through tear blurred eyes, she squinted and stood. There was never a telescope in the room… her hand reached out but she hesitated, there was a certain hum of energy before her fingers connected to the wood and then she gasped.

In the one inhale, a vision hit her.

Alphonse heaved, Alice slung carefully across his back with his arms locked behind her knees and warmth from her stomach wound trickling down his back. "Just a little longer, Alice..! We're almost there, just hold on."

Her hands haphazardly wrapped around his neck. She couldn't fail him, she couldn't. Alphonse was just as injured as she was, she couldn't let him keep going. It was too late for her, but if he could turn back and let her go he could be saved.

"Y-you don't… y-you don't need to t-try so hard for my sake… I'm- I'm already," a groan of pain interrupted by a sharp gasp as Alphonse gripes a bit tighter than he meant.

"No! You're, you're going to love it… I want to be with you.. eve-even if for a while longer."

"A-alphonse you don't need to die with me…"

His legs tried to buckle but he'd made it so far… he couldn't stop. Alphonse knew there was no point. His body blood and tears refusing to slow. Everyone was gone, Commander Anna… S-Sherena. all the heroes had been sent back. And Alice… His dear Alice was dying on his back.

He made it.

He made it up the hill. The telescope was right there and the view was clear… he had wanted to see the stars with her, just once. Just tell her how he felt! He shifted her into his arms and sat on the hill, begging the still body in his arms to wake.

"Open your eyes Alice, isn't it pretty? Alice, it's so beautiful, much like you..!" He sobbed. His fingers tangling into her hair, peppering kisses on her pale forehead that was rapidly losing warmth. He rocked her, but she only managed to open her eyes and smile before she coughed, blood trailing down her lips. She touched his cheek, everything she wanted to say she hoped her expression would tell as she raised just enough to whisper.

"I love you, Alphonse."

His scream as she fell still echoed in her mind as she removed her hand from the telescope. The one Alphonse had tried to get her to. The one she in his arms under. She'd failed him. She'd failed him more than once. She hasn't realized she'd made her throat raw crying out her anguish. Lif's whispered words continued to echo in her mind.