This Is An IC NSFT/Vent Blog For Burningfeathers/Lucifer

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[When he came back, he'd changed and gotten clean. Sleep wear so he could be comfortable while waiting out the healing injures on his chest, hips, neck, and shoulders.

He got on the bed and sat with back braced up to the headboard. Watching Pride with...

Apprehension. Some kind of resignation. Still caught on the barb that the Sin would leave him to put his own pieces back together again. Fingers itching to touch even still.]

[ Was almost concerned by the lack of response- ready to vanish anyway to save his ego, but he was being… picked up????? Which did not happen very often????? Had him very much out of his depth and only unfreezing when he had a hand on his face and his chest was clenching. Sat himself upright while Lucifer did… whatever he needed to do.

Decided, at the last second, to get rid of Donovan. He didn’t need to be party to any of this. Whatever “this” was.

Ended up sitting with his tail a bit curled around himself as he stared at one of the far walls. Reached up and… plucked the blackened crown that he wore off his head. Didn’t… didn’t seem like he needed that just then. Stared at it in his hands while he waited.

Felt so out of place and uncertain. But nobody needed to know that. Nobody nobody. ]

Sound was still a hair trigger. Pride was playing just fine into that as much as the touches and words.

The chuckle made his skin feel too hot even before the intense commands and singular secretive moan. "Hahn, fuck--" A hoarse cuss and groan. Giving in to the instinct to buck hips between the cock gradually hollowing him out and the tight encirclement of his own leather clad grip. Shit. Fuck.

He lost track of his restraint. And his inhibition in those final moments. Unabashedly loud. Near incoherent. An almost Note slipping out of a final husked cry as he pushed back and came hard enough to paint some of his release onto wall in front of him. Body tighter around Pride.

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The sound of his Name, as always, drove him a little fucking crazy. Always sounded so perfect coming from Lucifer, though he would never admit it aloud. But he craved it, hands tightening further on that throat as his hips drove into Lucifer hard and with abandon.

Did notice the other’s efforts to bring himself to the finish line though. Couldn’t keep in a breathless chuckle that slipped from his mouth and into Lucifer’s ear.

“Come undone for me,” he hissed out between exhales and barely choked back moans of his own, able to keep all but one from slipping out against Lucifer’s shoulder. Had to take in another breath before practically growling. “I want to hear you louder.”

He was certainly opened up.

Took an impressive amount of self control not to tense back up at the loss. A nasally, breathy, whine breaking quarantine.

Fuck, okay, maybe he bit off a lot here. That became really crystal when he finally got too good of a feel of Dietrich dragging his cock along him. That's a gut wrecker. The realization felt delirious. Still horny, but a lot more concerned.

The tapering glans was hardly the worst, even gave him some forewarning. Still made the most embarrassing fucking sound when the stretch and resistance came. So much for breathing calm for the hitch that came with the warble of a whine.

Forgot he was supposed to be pinned and yanked a hand free from Diet's grip to cover his face with his arm. He was so fucking exposed and he wasn't used to breaking down in front of the wolfman.

That was good. That's what he wanted.

Once he was confident he wouldn't cause too much of an issue, he'd pull his fingers free, angling to get a satisfied look at that hole of his, all prepped and ready.

"Been good so far, can have reward," he'd growl out, finally freeing himself from his jogging pants, slicking the red length of his cock up as he pressed the sheathe right back. A good nine inches and thick, pointed at the end, the knot just starting to swell near the base. He'd let it rest a moment over Lucifer's cock, teasing, even let it leave a wet smear of pre against the Fallen's stomach before he'd draw his hips back enough to press that first inch slowly inside.

"Nice and easy, there we go..."

Expression went soft. Shivering hard between the words, the bite, and the firm strokes through already wet spotted boxer-briefs. Breath warm and heavy on her shoulder.

She was intense. When she wanted to be.

Though the sudden flagging confident made him chuckle, slightly winded. One day he'd get her to stop second guessing herself. For now, he inhaled sharp through her bite before he was up near her ear again. Offering a quiet placating groan of pleasure before speking,

"My word is feather. There are few things you can do to me that I won't like." He kissed the spot between her shoulder and throat. Dragging teeth into skin a little. "I don't get on my knees. Unless I choose to." That was the hard limit. Aside form some standards about hygiene and bodily functions. Functional knee use, like now, obviously didn't count.

He hoped that gave her some confidence.

Lucifer sat back some and started removing clothing articles that weren't needed. All the ones except for the tie~ That she seemed to love pulling. "You do seem to like this body best." A smug tease as composure returned for a moment. Bringing her her hands to his skin on his chest and torso. "I know you want to tell me what do to. Tell me. Do I need to help you get strapped up, love? Do I need to lay down and prep while you get ready?" Encouraging her to be herself.

That's all he'd ever wanted. All that made him love her. All that got him so hard as he was right now.

“What if I want all of the above?” Irene whispers against his throat, finally getting his belt buckle free and pulling it loose before launching the entire belt across the room. It had angered her, daring to stand in the way of her and the treasure she sought. The pants were next, unbuttoned and unzipped so she could slip her hand inside.

“I’m going to put it on, then I want to watch you fuck yourself on it. I wanna hear my name on your lips when you cum.” She bites his neck, leaving a nice little mark. “Then it’ll be my turn to ride you and ooh am I going to ride you. Then when I can’t move anymore, fuck me like you’re trying to give our baby a brother.”

She strokes him through his underwear, biting his neck again before pausing. “Ah, if that’s okay of course. I want you badly but not enough to make you uncomfortable…and you can choose form. I’ll fuck both…but if you’re going to switch to the other form, we gotta make sure we put the tie on. I want it to stay on.”

ain’t nothing wroooooong…….with a lil chub on tuuuum….

Thinking about doms in collars. They crawl on all fours, make soft noises, nuzzle your tights just until you let your guard down, just for pinning you against the floor and biting your neck so hard blood paints their lips. They growl and fuck you rough and senseless as you pull their leash, and you realize you're not the one in control anymore; you never were. You are prey and will be treated as such.

[Lucifer had something of a territorial streak, nearly possessive. And it wasn't totally overt except when he got really incredible views like his saliva slicked member laying up against Pride's ruddy cheek. Right next to working puffed lips that had just been wrapped around it.

Hopefully Pride also didn't mind the smear of pre left on his skin when he pulled the Sin away from it by his hair. To make sure Pride could see him pointing downward with his free hand.]

Show me.

[He knows what's being hidden and pinched by the Sin's fly.]

[ No, no. Pride's point was to make sure that Lucifer continued to suffer (in a good way that wasn't actually suffering).

His hands pressed and soothed over the other's thighs, gripping tight as he took Lucifer deep into his mouth to the point where it the deep thrum of his enamored groan would probably be very pointedly felt. Fingers did dance upwards at the same time, sneaking under Lucifer's shirt again to feel and soothe over the skin there. A few biting nails put into the mix whenever he slid his tongue along the underside of Lucifer's arousal.

To him, it tasted so good. His eyes were shut and he had fingers in his hair and he was moaning a little bit like a slut in a way that he had not felt compelled to do before, and so he was letting himself fall into it entirely.

Felt his own chest ache and his own stomach filled with something that felt like bees and he was really hating his own pants right about then. Almost in pain by how aroused he was. ]

break me

break me different

break me safe

break me hard

break me soft

i have cracks and the crevices need new glue