Two Apples A Day . .

two apples a day . ꒰ა ꣑ৎ ໒꒱ .

you just can’t get enough of your girlfriend’s chest . . . <3

word count: 706

tags: genderbend!Lucifer, sequel to this drabble, praise kink, body worship, boobies teehee, MFA, gn!reader, sleepy morning sex, tender & fluffy smut ❤️

song recommended: K. by Cigarettes After Sex <3

NSFW, 18+ ꧁꧂

now, this was a sight you could get used to.

the morning light seeped through Lucifer’s curtains like a southern glory, your face nestled into Lucifer’s chest. they were soft this morning..

you were used to him switching to his female form in his sleep. it has been happening for a while now, and you had grown to enjoy it.

“morning, beautiful.”

you hummed, pressing your lips to the milky skin of Lucifer’s neck, your hands skimming under his pajama top to his breasts. his? hers? let’s just go with ‘her’ for now.

your tongue skimmed over her jawline. you felt her shiver, and your hands undid the buttons of the silk confining the silky globes. when they were released, your marveled at the sight of her bare breasts. the soft curve of the C cups made your mouth water, and your fingertips ghosted over her pebbled nipples, the flesh a soft pink.

“fuck.. i could never forget how beautiful you are,”

your voice was soft and full of wonder. Lucifer’s eyes fluttered, her red and yellow orbs looking at you with a tenderness that was indescribable. her fingernails raked through your hair, wordlessly encouraging you.

“go ahead, my love.”

she said, a soft smile on her face. you ran a hand from her belly to her breast, then her jaw and face, cupping her cheek. you leaned up to kiss her, the hand leaving to dip in between the valley of her thighs.

“ah, my love-fuck,”

Lucifer whimpered, her cheeks flushing a deeper red. she often didn’t use dirty words when being pleasured so early in the morning, but her breasts were especially sensitive, making them an easy target to achieve a morning glory of an orgasm.

Lucifer tilted her head, allowing you to press your silky lips to her neck. you let your teeth tenderly nibble, making her back arch, her nipples hardening from the goosebumps that formed on her skin. "you're so sensitive this morning," you remarked with a chuckle. your fingertips brushed over her folds, feeling the wetness soaking the pads of your thumb and forefinger. you gently rubbed her pink clit. the feeling of the little nub pulsing against your fingers made you both simultaneously gasp in unison. "oh.. always perfect." Lucifer whispered. you looked up at her, slotting your mouths together, as if your lips were puzzle pieces.

all that could be felt was her warm, soft skin, the feeling of her wetness against your palm, the morning light warming the bedsheets, silk against your bodies, and the soft gasps and breathy moans that left your beloved partner. "my love.. i-i'm.." Lucifer whispered urgently, clinging to you. hearing the desperation made you realize that she was close.

your head went down, taking one of her perked rosebuds into your mouth. you heard her yelp, her wine red nails digging into your scalp, making a soft growl leave you. your lips swirled around her rosy nipple sweetly. you rubbed your teeth over the bud, feeling the little markings and buds on it. pulling away with some saliva on the skin, you went to her other trembling breast, giving her right nipple the same treatment now.

Lucifer was a mess beneath you. the stimuli of your fingers on her clit, your mouth on her sensitive breasts-it was all making the poor girl crumble. she came with a high-pitched cry, her head tilting back, eyes closed, brows furrowed, mouth agape, and the tiniest bit of sweat sliding from her jugular to her collarbone.

fuck, she was so gorgeous.

you slowed your fingers, making sure she got the most out of the orgasm you had given her. "can i stay here a while? it's kinda therapeutic," you said, sucking your fingers clean as you referred to her chest.

she turned red, but didn't necessarily say 'no'. "i-uh, sure my love, do what you want." Lucifer said, a meek, but satisfied smile on her face.

you happily went back into her chest, nearly diving head-first into the mounds. Lucifer pet your hair as she felt your lips and tongue continue to caress her areolas, sighing quietly in a pleased manner. she knew she'd probably get horny again, but that was the fun part, wasn't it?

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

my sweet snowflake buddies!

@6esiree , @cosmiiwrites , @frxstwalker

Uhh... I mean... Safe but like... Not a virgin anymore I think-

Tagging: @pulim-v @strawb3rrystar @feral-fox-crypt @nyx91 plus all my moots and anyone else, I have a very poor memory.

the og post was way too long so I'm making a new one

thanks for the tag @lombolica !! :D

You're stuck in a room with the last character in your gallery how safe are you

very safe

the worst thing that could happen is him being clumsy, so I think I'm alright (unless monsters find him I guess)

tagging (no pressure): @flaretheidiot @lemonic-whimssyy @wibbly-wobbly-blog @cryptidanathema @virtualunease @aurlworthfightingfor @angrysheep @sugarplumanderson @time-travelling-chaos @fateisnotafactor @monstrousmaws @sinfulauthor @idkaguyorsomething @vampireopossum and anyone who wants to do this!

this is actually my favorite one of these I’ve seen so far

I gonna manage to ruin that-

dont kill yourself you can live to BECOME a sexy middle aged man

Awww~

I suppose it's impossible to understand everyone struggles, specially if I talking like idk how to say words In english.

I guess... I just want to talk to talk, to let everyone know I alive? Idk

Thank you Star :3

It's been a week... Since I started Johnnytober. Normally I wouldn't be saying how many days have passed but with the fact I without YouTube it's worth it because I don't have much to do.

I mean, god I do have a lot I can do but I simply... Hate myself. There's no other words. When I stuck in place all I can think is ending it all.

Fucking hell, I going to have to block certain tags on my tumblr because I see "men don't interact" about how much men are vile creatures and I think "well there's a way to resolve at least one of this issues and it's with a bullet to my head." Jesus, is not even funny anymore.

I'm volatile it seems, probably because of the depression Im carrying. I hate this bloodsucker, draining me even if I literally just breathing.

I don't know what to do. I not actually having "problems" my life is good! I mean, as better as it can be. My parents are wonderful people to me (even if they are kinda homophobic, didn't tell them the spy I am lol) I spent my day "relaxed" but still feel like I want to disappear.

I want to scream, pull my hair out, beat my head in the wall until I go unconscious. I not brave or stupid to do it, and sincerely wish I was.

I telling you all this because, well I can't say it at real life. Only thing people can give me are sweet words that don't mean anything.

...

Well, I guess that's all. Trauma dumping on social media, let's go... Eh...

Johnnytober is certainly helping me, even if it's kinda word vomiting. I don't care if it doesn't get many hearts or reblogs. I know how to get them, it's a social game where you play what everyone wants to see.

I want to write what I want to see. It's egotistical? Extremely. But fuck it, I don't care. That's what I taking this, or what's to understand. I going to continue to scream, make art by cutting my heart and letting it all here.

Thank you for the people who see what I do and interact. Thank you to the mutuals I have. Thank you.