As Horny As Miguel Makes Me, I Just Want To Hold Him. Just Cradle Him Softly, Feel Him Relax, And Melt

as horny as Miguel makes me, I just want to hold him. just cradle him softly, feel him relax, and melt into you. burying his face into the crook of your neck or chest. feeling his hold on you tighten as he just soaked in your presence. combing your fingers through his hair and grazing your nails against his shoulders and back.

If he's so evil and heartless, why is he cuddling with me oh so gently and kissing me?

i will enable him

I always find it funny when people write Lucifer as a completely stone-faced, serious, no-nonsense person. I mean, really, have they read his interactions? He's 100% silly. Ridiculous. Scrimblo, even. He just needs an enabler.

Cockwarming him but instead of your pussy it's your mouth !!!!!!!!!!

desire dump ✧*̥˚ him fucking you while wearing his mask because he found out you secretly like it.

“Good slut.” Miguel chuckled lowly, his mask slightly muffling his words. It only turned you on even more as he thrusted at a consistent speed. Your moans filled up the room as he adjusted your hips so he could hit a new angle.

“Miguel~” You whimper as he presses down on your stomach. You can’t even tell if he’s looking at you or your body. It’s what makes it so fun. He grabs your face roughly as he forces you to hold eye contact with him, his mask obscuring his expression.

“I want everybody in this damn place to hear you scream my name.” He hisses as he lets your face go before picking up his speed. The bed creaking from both your weight and hot fast he’s going. You’re definitely going to have to buy a new one as you hear something crack. “So tight.” He digs his claws into your thighs as he continues to pound into your sweet little body, a knot forming in your stomach.

“Miguel!” You cry out, desperately clutching the bed sheets. “Fuck! Miguel!” You moan loudly as you squirt all over him, covering the both of you in your juices. He groans as he releases deep inside you, filling you up like a little treat.

“Fuckin hell..” He chuckles as his mask disappears. His eyes are hungry as he looks down at you, his hair messy from the round you just finished. “I’m going to fucking devour you.” He mutters as he lowers himself down, licking your thighs.

This was only just the beginning.

Selfshipping is always going to be an extension of self love for some of us. It's always going to be a way of self-soothing. It shows us a part of ourselves still has the capacity to love us.