So sorry for not updating. I try to every day. But without further ado, I give you Lucifer in a thong. :)

He liked his new thong.

It fit extremely snug around his areas, but Lucifer still enjoyed it. The bright red thong had the words "HOT TAMALE" written on the front, which was actually really gross. He popped his butt out, thankful for his big, round booty. Sam and Cas had stumbled out of the room to go get more thongs, so he had the whole room to himself.

"OH YEAH BABY!" Lucifer yelled as he twerked even faster.

This twerk thing was nice.

And it made his butt tingle with excitement.

Lucifer felt free. He was out of the cage, and he was living it up in his red, hot thongs. And as he stood twerking on Sam's bed, he felt amazing. No one could stop him and his shaking butt.

"And in that moment, I swear we were... HAVING A TWERK PARTY!" Lucifer roared.

He twerked in the bathtub, and he twerked on the windowsill with the curtains drawn back. He twerked under the bed, and he even twerked in the closet. Finally, he stood on the armchair and twerked so fast his butt was a blur. The way his butt jiggled was great, and Lucifer didn't even notice the door open. When he heard footsteps, he turned around.

"OH MY GOD." Sam's mouth dropped as he saw the devil in a "HOT TAMALE" thong.

Lucifer gingerly covered his crotch area with his hands, shrugging apologetically. "Just having some fun, Sammy!"

Sam continued to shake, staring at his junk.

"Wait, you can see me?"

"Y...Y...Yes..."

Castiel frowned. "Sam Winchester, this man is interrupting our twerking. We must dispose of him. But first, Sam, I want his thong. Can you go retrieve it for me?"

Sam began convulsing on the floor at the thought. Cas mistaked his movements for twerking, so he began to twerk over Sam's shuddering body.

"NO. MAKE IT GO AWAY!" Sam pointed to Lucifer.

"Awh, Sammy," Lucifer wiggled his eyebrows. "Don't you want to see me twerk?"

"Yes."

"Yes? Ew, Cas, gross."

"Sam, this man is a true twerker. I can smell it," Cas said calmly.

Castiel could not explain this sensation, but Lucifer smelled so... bootylicious.

Lucifer grinned. But Cas narrowed his eyes at him.

"You see this?" he pointed towards his purple thong, the one that said "I'M NOT CHEAP" on it. "These words are truth. If you want to see my junk, you've gotta pay for it first."

Lucifer decided to be sassy. Snapping his fingers in a Z formation, he gave Castiel a duckface. "And what if I don't pay?"

Castiel yelled, enraged. "YOU WILL NOT GET ME FOR CHEAP. SAM I NEED SOME HELP. THIS MAN IS TRYING TO CHEAP ME OUT ON MY JUNK."

Sam whimpered, still scarred from seeing the devil in a tight thong. But Castiel had no mercy, he dragged Sam to his feet and turned on Hannah Montana music. He threw Lucifer's body in a corner. Without hesitation, he begin to twerk right in Lucifer's face.

"WE'LL TWERK HIM OUT!"

Sam couldn't help but let his butt twitch with the voice of Miley Cyrus.

He joined Cas.

Lucifer screamed. Sam's glorious butt was bouncing in his face.

He curled up in a fetal position, silently begging Sam for more.

I might have Dean drive the Oscar Mayor weiner truck. And Gabriel will make a bootylicious appearance.