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[damsel-loves-machines]

See You in Hell

Lucifer x f! Overlord Reader

Summary: Will the plan in motion go smoothly?

CW: MDNI, Threesome (Angel!Lucifer x Reader x Lucifer), oral (both f and m), dp

Word Count: 4.8K

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CHAPTER SEVEN

The bed looked more like a chaotic war table than a place of rest.

Coloured papers were spread across the comforter—lavenders, blood reds, golden yellows and abyssal blacks, each scribbled with doodles, diagrams, and half-baked proposals. Lucifer was on his stomach, legs swinging up lazily behind him, chin resting on his palm.

Lucifer’s smile warmed, and his eyes lingered on you for just a second longer than necessary, still not quite over the fact that he had you like this. Beside him. In his bed. In his arms. Planning the future.

He cleared his throat and rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow. “Okay, so there’s already a court system in the Wrath Ring. Judgements are passed by the sins and Goetia princes.”

You turned to face him properly, propping yourself on your elbow. “Then we upgrade it. Add balance. The system’s rigged for nobility. What if we included everyone in the courtroom structure?”

Lucifer blinked. “Everyone? Like… everyone everyone?” He tilted his head playfully. 

You started sketching a rough diagram of a new courtroom. “Then we change the structure. Overlords should have a say, they manage entire territories. Sinners should have representation, since it’s them being judged. And I don’t care how elite the Goetia think they are, if Imps and Hellhounds live here, they should get a seat too.”

Lucifer rested his hand on your thigh, gazing up at you with a soft smile that didn’t quite hide the flicker of admiration behind it. “You really believe this could work.”

“I believe in us making it work.”

He sighed dreamily, hand slipping up to your waist. “You’re gonna make me fall for you all over again…”

“You say that every time I pitch reform.”

“Because it’s hot!” he said with full sincerity. “You, talking political justice? In bed? A man can only take so much.”

You chuckled, leaning down to press a quick kiss to his nose. “Behave.”

“Never,” he said brightly, then gave a thoughtful look. “But okay. You want seats for each class of Hell. That means four more judge thrones added to the Circle. We’ll have to rewrite ancient law. Probably piss off the Goetia. Ooh, Mammon’s going to hate this. I’m in.”

You blinked. “That’s it?”

He shrugged, pulling you gently back down to cuddle against him. “You’ve already convinced me, remember? All that’s left is logistics. And paperwork. Lots of it. Let’s just make sure the courtroom has decent space for everyone. And maybe… a snack bar?”

You laughed and shook your head. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, deeply lovable.”

You rolled your eyes but kissed his cheek.

*

Lucifer stood in front of the full-length mirror, frozen, as if his reflection might offer him a script or divine guidance.

He looked perfect, of course. Still, he fidgeted, adjusting his cufflinks for the third time, then rechecking the buttons on his vest like they’d somehow rearranged themselves.

You watched from the bed, propped up against the pillows, chin in hand and amusement glittering in your eyes.

Lucifer groaned dramatically. “I haven’t done this in centuries. What if I say something stupid? Charlie’s going with me. It’ll be the first time for a while we’ve presented something together. She’s...she’s so good at inspiring people. And I’m—”

You cupped his face gently, your thumbs brushing just beneath his eyes. “You’re brilliant. And now you’re trying. That’s what matters.”

Lucifer's gaze softened as he looked at you, melting into your touch. You stepped back slightly, brushing imaginary lint off his coat before fixing his collar just right. Then, with a smile, you rose on your toes and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. “For luck,” you whispered.

He smiled faintly. “I might need another one.”

You kissed him again, slower this time, and when you pulled back, you kept your hand resting against his chest. “And don’t forget to tell Charlie,” you added gently. “About us.”

Lucifer stiffened slightly, not in fear, but in that all-too-familiar awkward hesitance. “She sees us together all the time at the Hotel. Isn’t it...implied?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Luci.”

“Fine, fine!” he threw up his hands in mock surrender. “I’ll tell her.”

You smiled. “You’ll do fine.”

He looked at you like you’d just spoken truth straight into his heart. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s always true.”

Lucifer kissed your hand, lingering for a moment longer, as if drawing strength from your touch. Then he took a breath, straightened his shoulders, and conjured his staff in a burst of golden light.

He turned at the door, giving you one last grin. “If I survive this meeting, I expect cuddles.”

You smiled, folding your arms. “If you don’t tell Charlie about us, expect celibacy.”

Lucifer gasped. “Cruel woman.”

“Go,” you said with a wink. “You’ve got this.”

You went back to curl back onto the bed, thumbing through the notes you and Lucifer had scribbled during your last brainstorming session.

You were just starting on some paperwork on your own territory when you heard a slight scrape, too deliberate to be the wind. You didn’t move, didn’t even lift your eyes. But you heard it again. The faintest pressure against the window frame.

A heartbeat passed.

Then—PHWOOOOOSH!

A jet of searing golden flame shot upward from the rubber duck sitting innocently on the windowsill, which you’d placed there. Lucifer had given it to you the day you arrived at the Hotel, a ridiculous little welcome gift. You remembered him saying it with a wink later on: “Don’t underestimate Sir Quacketh. He’s more powerful than he looks.”

The assassin, a wiry imp in black leathers, crashed through the window, tumbling in with smoke curling off his scorched clothes. He rolled across the floor, smacking out flames and yelping curses, before coming to a stunned halt at your feet.

You glanced at the duck with fond amusement.

The assassin looked up at you, horror in his bulging eyes. “W-What the fuck—?! That thing nearly fried me!”

You finally smiled. “That ‘thing’ was a gift,” you said, “from the King of Hell. For me.”

He scrambled back, hands raised in surrender, blood and soot streaking across the floor. “W-Wait! I wasn’t— I mean, I didn’t know this was his room, I swear—!”

You tilted your head, stepping slowly off the bed, barefoot and graceful like a predator stretching after a nap. “Did you think you could creep into his  private chambers undetected?”

Your smile never faltered. “See, now I have a very personal reason to play.”

You crouched in front of him, lifting his chin with one sharp nail. “Don’t worry,” you cooed, conjuring shackles of obsidian to drag him toward the edge of the room. “This won’t kill you. Not until I want it to.”

You hummed a gentle tune as you summoned your tools.

*

The teleportation to the Wrath Ring had just finished fizzling out, leaving a faint shimmer of sulfur and ozone in the air. Lucifer adjusted the lapels of his suit as he walked beside Charlie, the sky of the Wrath Ring overhead swirling in orange hues.

It wasn’t his favorite place, and frankly, he’d avoided visiting it in person for… well, let’s just say many, many centuries.

Charlie walked ahead slightly, bouncing with her usual optimism despite the ominous environment. Lucifer sighed. His palms were sweating. He cleared his throat and spoke before he could think too hard about it. “Charlie?”

Charlie turned her head, eyebrows raised, “Yeah, Dad?”

Lucifer tried to play it cool, as he looked anywhere but her face. “I, ah, just thought… y’know, while we’re on the way to this oh-so-fun-and-not-at-all-tense council meeting, I should perhaps, possibly, definitely mention something.”

Charlie slowed down a bit, curious. “Okay…?”

Lucifer winced, smile twitching. “You see, I may be, hypothetically, romantically involved with someone. Just thought you should know.”

Silence.

Lucifer tried to backpedal, his hands flailing slightly. “And it’s not, like, a fling or anything—I wouldn’t insult her like that. It’s serious. Like, serious serious. And—and she’s very important to me, and I didn’t want you to find out through gossip or—”

Charlie blinked. Then burst into laughter.

Lucifer paused, stunned. “Wait, are you…are you laughing at me?”

Charlie waved her hand, still giggling. “Dad. C’mon. You two are not subtle.”

Lucifer’s eyes widened. “You—knew?!”

Charlie laughed. “Oh my God, Dad. You two are so obvious! The glances, the way you disappear together, the giddy faces… you literally had her lipstick on your very-white collar the other day.”

Lucifer coughed. “I thought I took that out—”

Charlie burst into giggles.

“I’m happy for you,” she said warmly, reaching up and hugging him tightly. “Really, I am.”

Lucifer stood still, blinking several times as he slowly, gingerly returned the hug—arms wrapping around her as if he still couldn’t believe it.

“You’re not mad?” he mumbled into her hair.

Charlie pulled back, frowning. “Why would I be mad? You deserve to be loved too, Dad.”

Lucifer swallowed thickly. His eyes shimmered faintly with something he wouldn’t name.  Lucifer stilled for half a second, then wrapped his arms around her tightly. His  heart felt lighter than it had in millennia.

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Just as you turned to clean up the mess, a sudden whoosh of air shifted the room’s pressure.

A glowing golden portal opened midair. You instinctively raised your guard.

But instead of another attacker, someone floated down like a feather from the sky.

Robes white and blue shimmered with divine glow. Feathered wings tucked neatly behind his back. His halo glowed faintly overhead, and his eyes—not red but blue—gleamed with almost childlike wonder. 

He looked just like… well…An angel.

Lucifer? No. Not your Lucifer. Not quite.

He beamed at you. “Hello, dearest!”

You blinked.

What.

The.

Hell.

“Hi!” he chirped with a smile as bright as day. “I’m here because the other me didn’t want you to be lonely!”

You raised a brow. “Let me guess… clone?”

He nodded eagerly. “Uh-huh! He didn’t want to leave you alone while he and Charlie are away, so he conjured me from memory! Isn’t that sweet?”

Your eyes narrowed. “Memory? Which memory?”

“I think it was before I fell,” the clone replied cheerfully. “I was still experimenting with constellations! Or was it mushrooms? Either way, hi! I’ll be here with you until the real me returns. He was too happy…like he was in Eden, so I guess he conjured me.”

You sighed fondly. Lucifer had definitely not thought this one through.

You folded your arms, eyes scanning the soft baby-blue eyes and almost awkward posture. This version of Lucifer was… shy. Cheerful. Absolutely unprepared for the bloodbath you’d just mopped up.

Then his eyes landed on the blood coating your arms, the crimson splashes on your clothes. He let out a choked sound. “Oh—oh dear heavens,” he gasped, horrified.

You raised an eyebrow. He fluttered forward, hands outstretched, worried. “Are you alright? Did someone hurt you? Is this—Is this your blood?”

You wiped a bit of blood from your cheek with the back of your hand, half amused, half exhausted. “It’s an assassin’s blood. He broke in.”

Angel-Lucifer gasped. “Someone tried to hurt you?”

You shrugged. “They tried. Emphasis on tried.”

He beamed. “Of course they failed. You’re amazing!”

You tilted your head. “You really are the angelic version of him, huh?”

“Why thank you!” he chirped. Then, gasping again, he conjured a towel and immediately tried to clean the blood off your face. “No no no, we can’t have you looking like this—what if you slip? Blood is terrible for footing! And staining!”

He gently scrubbed your arms and conjured warm clothes. Finally, he stood back, nodding proudly at his work. “There. Perfect. Spotless.”

You sat on the couch, towel drying your hair after a quick shower, still amused by the celestial being cheerfully dusting your bookshelves.

Angel-Lucifer had been nothing short of doting since he arrived—he'd folded your blankets, organized your weapons drawer alphabetically, and even complimented your torture tools with a “marvelous craftsmanship, very symmetrical!”

“You know,” you said, smirking slightly, “the other you wanted me to show off the dresses he bought for me.”

Lucifer stopped mid-hover, head tilting with childlike excitement. “He did?!”

“Mhm,” you replied. “Said he picked some especially for me. Should I model one for you?”

His eyes sparkled. “Oh yes, yes please! That would be wonderful!”

Suppressing a laugh, you stepped into the bedroom, running your hand over the delicate fabrics hanging in the wardrobe. You chose one of the more elegant ones. The neckline was modest, sleeves soft and flowing. 

You stepped back into the room. Lucifer turned and promptly dropped the tray of cookies he’d summoned. His jaw went slack. His wings stiffened with a visible tremble. “Oh—oh God—”

You blinked. “Too much?”

His jaw dropped slightly, lips parted in a soft gasp. “You look… divine.”

You laughed. “It’s not even the sexy one.”

“That doesn’t matter!” he said a little too loudly. His voice cracked at the end, and he cleared his throat with a bright golden blush blooming across his face.

Then your eyes dipped lower. And there it was. The bulge in his robes.

Oh?

He seemed entirely unaware for a moment, until he noticed where your gaze had landed.

He froze. You raised an amused eyebrow.

Lucifer let out a squeaky, “OH DEAR,” and immediately slapped both hands over the front of his robes like a child caught with stolen candy.

You couldn’t help it, you laughed until your ribs ached. Lucifer buried his face in a pillow. His wings twitched, as if trying to shield him from the weight of his own embarrassment.

And gods, it was flattering. You hadn't even worn something seductive. Hadn't even tried.

Your lips curled. “Do you want some help, honey?” you asked, voice smooth, casual.

He peeked over the pillow. “Help…?” he squeaked. “With—what exactly?”

You sauntered closer, slow. “With that tension of yours.”

His eyes went huge. “I—wait, no—are you—seriously—?”

You only nodded. “I’ll be gentle,” you said. “Just let me see you.”

He hesitated, but your gaze, and the gentle brush of your hand down his chest, undid whatever resistance he had left. Slowly, he lifted his robes, and your eyes widened as you took in what lay beneath.

Around his flushed, golden-tipped cock was a curious celestial adornment—three soft, glowing wing-like crests fluttering like a modesty veil, now fluttered open from arousal. It was… oddly beautiful. Like every part of him, even here, had been sculpted in divinity.

He looked down at himself and immediately panicked again. “I know! I look ridiculous, don’t I?!”

You gave a soft laugh, and shook your head. “No, dear. You look stunning.”

And then, slowly, you leaned forward, placing a kiss just above his navel. He gasped.

You glanced up through your lashes. “Just relax, angel. Let me take care of you.”

His voice was already trembling. “O-okay.”

Your kisses trailed lower, down the lines of his abdomen. The moment your lips finally brushed over his cock, he gasped, one hand flying to his mouth to stifle the embarrassing whimper that escaped.

The wings around his cock trembled and fluttered as if trying to shyly cover him again, but you brushed them aside with a soft kiss and began to tease him with slow licks.

His hips jerked, and he let out a breathy, “Oh God—” muffled by the back of his hand.

He squirmed and whimpered like the sweetest thing you’d ever heard, biting his lip, chest rising and falling in flustered waves. He moaned your name like a prayer, his hands finally gripping the sheets as he whispered all kinds of sweet nothings.

A slow lick up his length made him whimper, and he covered his mouth again with his hand. His other hand gripped the pillow beside him like it was the only thing anchoring him to the moment.

You pulled back slightly, just enough to murmur, “You're adorable, you know that?”

He let out a strangled sound. “Nghhh - love, please –”

You chuckled, warmth dancing in your chest. “But you’re doing so well, angel.”

You took him into your mouth again, slow and steady, and the reaction was immediate. His head fell back, lips parted in a helpless gasp, hips twitching despite himself. 

“Y-you’re…Mnghhg…” he breathed, sounding like he was moments from transcending into another realm entirely. “P-please,” he whimpered softly, “I can’t—”

“Just let go, honey,” you whispered against his skin. “Let me have this.”

And with a broken moan that nearly cracked into a sob, he did.

His wings spasmed outward and he bucked once, twice, before spilling over with a quiet, desperate cry of your name. You held him through it, letting him ride it out, soothing him with your touch as he collapsed back into the pillows, boneless and overwhelmed.

You kissed his hip one last time and crawled up beside him. His arms instantly wrapped around you like a koala, clinging.

*

The meeting with the Sins had ended.

Barely.

Mammon wouldn’t stop talking, Beelzebub was halfway into a sugar crash, and Satan had nearly flung the table at Asmodeus. Business as usual. But Lucifer had held it together, until he felt something odd. A flush of warmth, a spike of tension in his chest, a stuttering beat like his body was responding to something... familiar.

His eyes widened, realization washing over him.

Oh. Oh no.

Charlie tilted her head, concerned. “Dad? You okay? You look—”

“I—I’m fine, dear,” Lucifer managed with a shaky smile. “I think I’ll retire to my room early.”

He barely waited for her nod before he portaled away. Landing in his room, Lucifer blinked once. You were curled under the blankets, tangled in the arms of... him. Well, his clone. The sweet, glowing angel-form of himself. Looked like he conjured it without thinking it clearly.

The clone's robe was askew, wings twitching in the aftermath of what could only have been one hell of an intimate session. Your fingers were still gently carding through the clone's hair.

“Now, now…” he drawled, far too casual. “I leave for a few hours and find you in bed with... me?”

You opened your mouth to explain, probably something very logical and well-meant but Lucifer only smirked, far too calm.

“Oh, dove, you’ve been so naughty,” he purred. “Don’t you know it’s impolite to tease your king without offering him his due?”

He glanced down at the angelic clone, who blinked up at him with wide-eyed innocence. “I—I didn’t mean to—!” Angel-Lucifer stammered, flustered and adorably glowing.

Lucifer gave him a wink. “Oh, I know. You’re me, after all. You very well meant to.” His eyes flicked to you with a grin both wicked and smug.

You scooted up, your gaze half-challenging, half-trying not to laugh.

Lucifer leaned back, legs crossed, his cane resting across his lap. “Well?” he said with a crooked grin, eyes glinting like mischief itself. “Go on. Don’t mind me.”

At those words, his angel self lit up like a child told he could finally open his birthday presents. “Really?!” he beamed. “Oh—oh, thank you!”

You couldn’t help the chuckle that left you, right before the angel gently pushed your thighs apart, his breath catching at the sight of you. His hands trembled slightly as they brushed along your skin, and his expression turned awestruck, almost… dazed.

The angel lowered his mouth to you, with a soft whimper of delight the moment his tongue met your slick heat.

Your hand tangled in his hair, coaxing him lower. You didn’t miss the little tremor in his shoulders as he obeyed, mouth finding your clit with a shaky breath and a whimper. The angel let out a muffled moan against your pussy. His tongue moved in slow, desperate circles, soft gasps escaping him between licks.

You let out a soft gasp as Angel-Lucifer’s tongue flicked over your clit just right and Lucifer’s brows shot up. “Oh? That spot, was it? Noted,” he said, grinning.

Angel-Lucifer whimpered again, louder this time. He was panting into you now, lips shiny and slick, and completely undone by your taste.

You arched up into the angel’s mouth, nails raking lightly through his hair, and Lucifer's grin turned wicked. “You’re just full of surprises, sweetheart.”

Your eyes flicked to him, breathless but smug. “Jealous?”

Lucifer laughed loudly. “Of myself? Never! I'm enjoying the show, darling. Carry on.”

Angel-Lucifer moaned again, deeper, fingers digging into your thighs now as he fucked you with his mouth like he was starving for you, like he couldn’t help himself anymore.

Your moan spilled out before you could stop it, hips rising, breath catching, your thighs trembling under the angel’s tongue as he whined into your pussy.

“L-Lucifer,” you gasped, head tipping back… then turning, seeking him.

“Oh?” he cooed. “Is one not enough for you, darling?” But he was already standing. His coat slipped off with a whisper of fabric, and his cane vanished like smoke. He crossed the room in a few slow steps, joining you on the bed.

You were half-gone already, lips parted and eyes half-lidded from the overwhelming pleasure of the angel's mouth still latched to your pussy, but the moment Lucifer climbed onto the mattress beside you, your body reached for him instinctively.

He cupped your cheek. “I missed you, you know,” he murmured, lowering his lips to your neck, trailing kisses down your collarbone. His lips reached your breasts, and he sighed like a man finally home. 

He kissed over the swell of one breast, then the other—slow, doting, entirely enamored, before flicking his tongue gently over your nipple. You shivered, moaning louder as his angelic self below you whimpered at the sound and sucked harder, more desperately.

You tugged him close by his vest, and he groaned. “I love your taste,” he whispered against your skin, grinning softly. “I mean that. It’s nice that I can say it out loud now while he’s still busy licking it straight from the source.”

Your gasp hitched into a laugh, just before another moan broke free. “Luci—”

“I know,” he whispered, lips brushing yours. “I know, sweetheart.”

You kissed him, deep and aching and as his clone whimpered into you, your body spasmed with release, thighs clamping around his head.

You came hard, moaning into Lucifer’s mouth as he kissed you back sweetly, holding your face in his hands like you were his most sacred thing.

Lucifer practically scooped you up. You laughed into his neck, arms around his shoulders, glad to have him back. You both just stayed for a while, breathing each other in. For all this teasing, you’ll get back at him. You grind your soaked core down over the thick press of his cock.

“Oh, fuck—darling—” Lucifer whimpered, hips jerking upward. His teasing tone faltered for a beat, and it made you smirk.

“What?” you purred in his ear, rolling your hips again. “You enjoyed the show a little too much.”

You straddled him fully now, hands braced on his chest, lowering onto his cock inch by inch, watching his face twist in sweet agony.

Lucifer’s head thunked back against the pillows. “Oh my god. I’ve been good, darling. I’ve been so good. Please—ah, fuck, love—”

Your moan joined his as you sank fully onto him, your body clenching around his length. You began to ride him, hips moving in a delicious rhythm, skin slapping against his as his hands held your waist like a lifeline.

“I… I can’t take it anymore,” Angel-Lucifer whispered, crawling up behind you, breath ghosting over your spine. “You’re so beautiful—I just—I can’t stop—”

You felt the soft glide of his fingers on your ass, spreading you gently before one slick lubed finger circled your tight hole. You gasped, bucking on Lucifer’s cock and he shuddered, gripping your hips even tighter.

Lucifer chuckled breathlessly. “NGGHH… can’t resist you. Can’t say I blame him.”

Angel-Lucifer pressed kisses up your back, toward your neck.

“I love you,” Lucifer whispered, voice soft as he kissed you again. 

You barely managed a breath before you felt it—the soft, careful push of the angel’s cock, pressing against your back hole. “Is this okay?” he whispered, voice cracking like he was on the verge of tears and bliss all at once. “Please… I need to be inside you too…”

And you nodded, dizzy, thighs quivering as he slid in. Inch by inch, he sank into you, his breath catching. You moaned, collapsing against Lucifer’s chest, trembling all over. “Too much, too good—ohgodfuckkk…”

“Divine,” the angel moaned, thrusting gently, as if he couldn’t believe this wasn’t a dream. “You’re divine—so warm—thank you, thank you for letting me—”

Lucifer kissed your temple. “You're—gorgeous—so good—I can't believe I get to have you—fuck, I love you—”, Lucifer was babbling now, his voice high and shaking, barely able to string together words through his whimpers. “Fuck, you feel—too good—I’m gonna—please, sweetheart—”

You clenched around him instinctively, and he cried out. His fingers dug into your hips as his body arched beneath you.

You felt the rush of heat flood inside you, his face buried in your neck, soft gasps spilling against your skin as he came. And then behind you, the angel shuddered violently, hugging your waist from behind. “I—me too—!” he gasped, kissing your spine as his rhythm stuttered. “I can’t—I can’t hold it—!���

With a trembling cry, he came as well, his cum spilling hot and thick inside you. You could barely breathe as you came hard.

Your body sank into his as the last of your strength gave away, warm, sated, and full in every sense. Lucifer’s arms were already wrapping around you, pulling the blanket over both of you.

Behind you, the angel clone lingered with a gentle kiss to your shoulder until Lucifer snapped his fingers, and the clone was gone. He tucked your head under his chin and sighed, as if he hadn’t taken a single breath since he left.

You lay there in silence for a moment. His fingers traced slow, absentminded circles across your back, grounding you, while his heartbeat thudded steadily beneath your cheek.

“So,” you mumbled sleepily, “how was the meeting?”

Lucifer let out the most dramatic sigh known, arm flung across his forehead. “Oh my God, I nearly died from boredom. Ugh.”

You tilted your head down. “That bad?”

“I’ve fought angels with more sense,” he groaned, snuggling closer to your chest. “They tried so hard to cling to the old system. Called your suggestion ‘radical.’’

“But anyway—yes. I got them to agree. They’re restructuring the court. Full seats for Overlords, imps, sinners. All of it.”

You sat up slightly, eyes wide. “Wait, seriously?”

Lucifer immediately beamed. “Seriously. Because you asked.”

Your heart gave a small, dangerous flutter. 

His voice lowered. “I wanted to leave as soon as I got there, honestly. But then I thought about you. About what you said. And I—I just kept pushing. Because it mattered to you. And that made it matter to me.”

You wrapped your arms tighter around him, and his whole body eased into yours like he’d been waiting for this moment all day.

“I missed you,” he mumbled. “The meeting sucked. The coffee was lukewarm. But worst of all? No you. You’re my favorite part.”

You kissed him, and he made another one of those stupidly happy little whines before squeezing you tighter.

He was staring at the ceiling, brows knit together, lips parted like he didn’t quite know how to start. You looked up. “Lucifer?”

“I’ve scheduled a meeting,” he said finally. “With Heaven.”

You blinked and sat up. “You—what?”

Your mouth opened but nothing came out. You knew this was the direction you were heading. But…

“You already arranged it?” you asked, stunned. 

“...And you’re coming with me…?”

Your mouth parted. “What? Really?!”

“I’m not going without you,” he said. “I don’t want to go to any meeting without you. But especially not this one.”

He exhaled, his voice cracking, just a little. “You know what that place meant. What it took. I—I can’t promise it won’t hurt to be there again. I don’t know how it’ll feel. But I know this: I’ll survive it if you’re with me.”

Lucifer smiled, but it was small, quiet, almost fragile. “I know how important this part is to you. And to me.”

Your chest tightened all at once. He was doing this for you. Because he believed in your vision. Because he was willing to walk back into the one place that had cast him out, just to support your dream.

You moved before he could say anything else, throwing your arms around him. You buried your face in his neck.

Lucifer let out a small breath of surprise, then melted into you like a thread pulled loose. His arms wrapped around your waist, like he never wanted to let go.

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heyy…… idea……

lucifer with a reader that builds mechanical "toys". like yk those mechanical swans that look really cool and cost like a gazillion dollars. those

they gift eachother their creations (awwwww………) and they theme it after the other (awww……..) and im like half alive rn so this isn’t coherent

might talk more about this!!

AAAAA CUTE 🥺🥺 I love the idea of you and Luci making things for eachother!! When he sees how fantastical and awesome yours are you KNOW he's gonna try to one-up you and try to top it! Every creation has to be even better than the last!

It would be funny if you guys got progressively more unhinged about it and became obsessed with making the ultimate creation for eachother to the point that it becomes an actual detriment to the lives of the other resident of the hotel dnxncm

"Look! I made you a realistic mechanical swan that moves on its own! It also doubles as a music box!"

"Oh yeah!? Well I made you this bicycle in the shape of a duck! And when you honk the horn fire shoots out of it!"

Charlie is going to forbid you both from inventing anything within 500 miles of the hotel if she sees one more wall explode.

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From @/snyyland on Twitter

Youtooz, what the hell is THIS???

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Thirteenth Kiss: Captivate II

A/N: Part Two. How many more? Well, at least more than two.

Tags/Warning: f!reader, eventual smut, fake relationship, Lucifer is touch-starved

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This Lucifer fellow—the Lucifer, the first to fall from grace, the so-called origin of sin and sorrow, the devil whispered about in bedtime prayers—was not at all what you expected. 

You thought he’d be taller, maybe. Brooding. Wreathed in smoke and brimstone, his presence commanding, oppressive. Instead, he was… surprisingly short. And cheerfully anxious. Like a magician preparing for a show no one asked to attend. 

He opened the door to his towering palace with the kind of nervous energy that bordered on theatrical desperation. Clad in a crisp, white tailored suit with soft gold accents, a gleaming top hat perched on his head, and his iconic apple-topped staff clutched like a lifeline, he looked more like a circus ringmaster than the world’s greatest sinner. The round, cherry-red blush painted on his cheeks only added to the illusion. He seemed almost friendly, like someone trying far too hard to be liked. 

Not exactly the embodiment of eternal damnation. 

It seemed even Hell’s royalty had use for the “Rent-a-Girlfriend” app. 

You were curious—why would Lucifer of all beings need a pretend girlfriend? But the moment you stepped into his home, a whirlwind of monologue drowned out your questions. He launched into an exhaustive historical tour of the estate, pointing out each carved pillar, each blood-red curtain, each cracked portrait frame with a mixture of pride and wistful melancholy. 

And the portraits… there were so many of them. 

Each featured the same stunning woman, long blonde hair, radiant smile, ethereal beauty that made you shift uncomfortably and glance down at your body more than once. You weren’t sure if it was jealousy or something far sadder: a reminder that he was still haunted by someone long gone. 

It was, frankly, weird. 

And suddenly, the avalanche of messages from your fellow Rent-a-Girlfriend workers, their complaints, rants, warnings about “Luci,” suddenly all made sense. The awkwardness, the indecision, the obsession with ducks (which, yes, had come up mid-tour), and that strange, desperate edge to his hospitality. 

You glanced at your phone. His strict thirty-minute timer had long since run out. Yet, he hadn’t dismissed you. He was still talking, gesturing, smiling through paper-thin bravado as he gushed about his family, specifically his daughter.

He was trying—harder than most you’d met. 

You weren’t sure if he was just bored and playing some elaborate joke, or if this was the truth of him: the king of Hell, cracked and lonely, clinging to the pieces of a life that shattered long ago. 

Either way, you weren't about to let him become your first bad review. No one, not even the OG Devil himself, would break your streak. But more than that, you had made yourself a promise when you first clawed your way into this infernal realm: 

You’d help people—even if it meant pretending, even if it was only for a moment. 

Even the ones everyone else had given up on. 

You cleared your throat, firm but polite, halting Lucifer mid-ramble as he continued to wax poetic about his “radiant, perfect daughter, Charlie.” He had been walking aimlessly, leading you through endless, echoing hallways that seemed to stretch into infinity, each corridor darker and more ornate than the last. The palace was grand, cold, and lonely, much like the man himself. 

Stepping in front of him, you finally blocked his path. 

“Can I ask you something?” you said, your voice calm, steady, and just sharp enough to cut through the strange, rambling haze he surrounded himself with. 

Lucifer blinked, caught off guard. He adjusted his white top hat and fidgeted with the polished apple atop his staff. “Uh, yeah… yes, sure, sure,” he replied, his eyes darting to the chandelier above, then the wall to your left, anywhere but your face. His fingers began tapping a nervous rhythm against the staff—click, click, click. 

You met his skittish gaze head-on. “Why do you need a girlfriend?” 

Blunt. Honest. No point in pretending. 

For a moment, he froze, then puffed out his chest like a cat trying to look bigger than it felt. The corners of his lips curled into something resembling a confident smirk. 

“Well,” he said with exaggerated flair, spinning his staff once before leaning toward you with a raised brow, “I would think it’s obvious. I’m Lucifer. I laid out everything in my request. You do know how to read, right?” 

Ah. So he was kind of an asshole. 

You gave a short, dry laugh and pulled out your phone, thumbs tapping quickly until you brought up his profile. 

“Let’s see,” you said, your voice laced with mild sarcasm. “You're looking for a homely girl, pious,”—you arched a brow at that one—“gentle, able to convincingly lie, and pretend to have been in a committed relationship with you for, what, three years?” You scrolled further. “And… likes ducks.” 

Lucifer nodded along as if this list explained everything, like it was perfectly normal to demand chastity and duck enthusiasm in the same breath. 

You looked up at him again, brows drawn together as you tried to make sense of the absurdity. “So… you’re looking for a dating experience? Or are you trying to convince someone that you have a girlfriend?” 

The pride on his face faltered like glass catching a hairline fracture. His left eye twitched. The bravado began to crumble. 

“Well…” he began, his voice tight, slipping into awkwardness like a child caught sneaking cookies. “It’s… it’s kind of a long story and—” 

And there it was. The paper-thin veneer of confidence, peeling at the edges. 

You tilted your head slightly, your expression softening, not out of pity, but something closer to understanding. Maybe he was an asshole, but you were starting to suspect that wasn’t all he was. 

“Then start at the beginning,” you said gently. “I’ve got time.” 

And just like that, he stopped tapping his staff. 

Your eyes studied him—every twitch, every crack in his carefully composed facade. His body language screamed discomfort, guilt, a fragile ego poorly hidden behind flair and showmanship. You tried to see through him, trying to make sense of the anxious man standing before you, who was supposed to be the King of Hell. 

“I actually take pride in being the perfect girlfriend for my clients,” you added, voice steady, matter-of-fact. “The more you tell me, the better I can tailor myself to what you need.” 

Of course, that wasn’t the whole truth. You had your reasons for working in a place like Rent-a-Girlfriend. You didn’t wear pretty smiles and hand-hold strangers for fun. In fact, it was far more…personal to you.  But even so, this man—this Devil—was still a paying client. 

Also, bills didn’t pay themselves. 

Lucifer rubbed the back of his neck, grimacing. “Well…” He began to gesture with one hand in a spiralling motion, like he was physically trying to untangle the situation as he spoke. “You could say… I may have told my daughter that I’ve been secretly dating someone for years… and that I’ll be bringing said girlfriend to her New Year’s Eve party.” 

You blinked. Once. Then again. 

That’s when the full weight of what he said sank in. “Oh,” you said slowly, your tone bordering on unimpressed. “Is that all?” You tilted your head again, maybe expecting something grander like a political plot, infernal diplomacy, some great cosmic deception. Not… a white lie told to his daughter. 

His brows knitted together instantly. The flicker of sheepish charm vanished from his face, replaced with frustration and a wounded frown. 

“Is that all? Is that all?!” he repeated, his voice pitching higher with indignation. He whipped his cane toward the nearest family portrait. It had to be the seventieth one he’d shown you by now, framing a blonde woman with a radiant smile and a mischievous child nestled beside her. “This is my daughter we’re talking about!” 

Then, in one sharp motion, he grabbed a handful of his golden curls and tugged, visibly distressed. 

“I just got her to trust me again! And I had to open my stupid, impulsive mouth and lie—like some bumbling idiot—!” 

You could see it happening: the slow unravelling, the spiral of self-blame. The way he started to fold in on himself, his voice tight with panic and regret. And sure, he’d lied. And yes, it was dumb. But you knew the weight of a lie told with good intentions. You knew what it felt like to be terrified of hurting someone you love, even if it meant hurting them anyway. 

“Hey… hey,” you said gently. Your voice softened, almost hesitant. Your hand hovered for a breath, unsure—then you placed it lightly on his shoulder. He tensed, then stilled. 

“It’s going to be okay,” you said with a quiet smile, trying to infuse your words with warmth and reassurance. “We can pretend until the New Year… then part ways, no hard feelings. No one has to get hurt.” 

You were about to suggest the more honest route, coming clean to his daughter. From everything you’d heard, she sounded sweet, forgiving, the type who would rather be told a hard truth than fooled by a pretty lie. You opened your mouth to say just that. 

But before the words could leave your lips— 

“You’re hired.” 

Your eyes widened. “What?” The word tumbled out in surprise. 

Lucifer gave a nod, too quick, too eager. “You’re hired,” he repeated with finality. 

“Just like that?” Your brows furrowed, confused. “What—what about your thirty-minute policy? The vibe check? The… duck compatibility test?” 

With a bright, almost childlike grin, Lucifer pointed dramatically between the two of you, his finger bouncing like he was choosing dance partners at a ball. “It’s a match made in Heaven—or, I suppose, in Hell!” he quipped, bursting into laughter at his joke, clearly delighted with himself. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he waggled his eyebrows in your direction, the gesture so corny it made you blink. 

“I needed someone who could jibe well with me,” he said confidently, as if this were a well-thought-out strategy and not an impulsive lurch into delusion. “And then bam—you say exactly what I was thinking! Go to the party, wow Charlie, and then poof, the next morning we cry, kiss, and part ways forever!” He threw his arms up dramatically, spinning in a small circle like he was performing in a musical. “The fact that you also thought of that just proves we’re in sync already. We’ll make such a convincing couple!” 

He laughed again, this time like he’d solved some great existential riddle. Pride shimmered on his face like a kid who’d just built a lopsided treehouse and declared it a castle. 

You opened your mouth to point out that sharing one vague idea did not constitute real compatibility, but the words never made it past your lips. You’d been doing this long enough to know that people needed what they needed, even if it didn’t always make sense. If this delusional half-solution brought him comfort, who were you to take it away? 

Life—and death—had taught you that nothing was ever clean-cut. There were no heroes, no villains. Just people wrapped up in their shades of gray. 

“Alright,” you said with a small nod. “Then if you could just click confirm on my profile, we can—” 

“Tonight.” 

You blinked. “I—sorry?” 

Lucifer clasped his hands together, eyes wide with urgency. “It has to be tonight. We’ve got less than four days. Four days! That’s barely enough time for haircuts and coordinated outfits, let alone building a believable relationship history!” 

You hesitated, your professional instincts kicking in. “If you want an instant booking, there is a rush fee—” 

“Done!” he declared with a flourish, nose lifted high like a snooty aristocrat. “Not to worry, my dear.” He snapped his fingers. “I have so much money. Honestly, sometimes I forget where I put it all.” 

As if on cue, a shimmering heap of Hellbucks appeared in the middle of the hallway with a little puff of sulphurous glitter. You stared at the money pile for a beat, your lips twitching despite yourself. 

He was strange. Eccentric. Maybe even a little… cringe. But as bizarre as the whole situation was, you couldn’t bring yourself to dislike him. Oddly enough, the King of Hell didn’t seem like such a bad guy. Which, when you thought about it, was kind of hilarious. 

“Okay,” you said, refocusing. “Then let’s go over the basics. What kind of girlfriend are you looking for, exactly? What’s our dynamic?” 

Lucifer tilted his head, completely blank. “My what now?” 

You raised a brow. “What’s our relationship like?” you clarified. “Like, have we met at a duck appreciation convention? Did we meet at a bar?” You hesitated, then added with a smirk, “Are we, uh, sexually active?” 

He made a choking sound, eyes widening in horror. “Wha—what?!” 

You couldn’t help it—you giggled. “I suppose I could’ve worded that better.” You leaned in, teasing. “Are you comfortable with PDA?” 

He blinked. “What’s PDA?” 

You stared. 

Oh boy. 

You took a slow, steadying breath, the kind that settled deep in your chest. It dawned on you, this entire night was going to be a careful game of trial and error. You’d be feeling out his comfort zones inch by inch, all while gently peeling back the layers of whatever awkward bravado he had wrapped around himself like armour. 

And something told you, deep in your gut, that he didn’t even know what he wanted. 

This was going to be a long night. 

“Okay,” you began, your voice gentle but steady, “some people prefer physical affection to come in small, familiar gestures. Like this—” You paused with your hand hovering just shy of his arm. “May I?” 

Lucifer blinked at you like a startled deer, his expression dazed, almost startled by the question. Then, after a beat, he gave a hesitant nod, the movement jerky and unsure. 

Offering him a reassuring smile, you closed the space between you and let your fingers lightly rest on his arm, the fabric of his suit soft under your touch. Slowly, deliberately, you smoothed your hand down the length of his arm. You felt the ripple of tension immediately, his muscles stiffened beneath your palm, his posture going rigid. His lips parted just slightly, and you caught the unmistakable flush blooming across his cheeks and ears, gold as a summer sun. 

“And maybe,” you said softly, “I’d do something like this—to show how comfortable we are with each other’s touch.” You let your other fingers drift up, brushing through the soft waves of his pale hair, before gently tracing along the curve of his ear. 

“Oh—oh!” he gasped, suddenly jerking away from you like you’d lit a fire under his skin. He backpedalled with the grace of a newborn goat on ice, until his back hit the wall, and he clamped his thighs together, arms crossed protectively over his chest like he was defending his virtue. 

“W-well—what, uh—what would be more convincing to Charlie?” he stammered, his voice cracked and high, like he was trying to salvage dignity from the ruins. 

You tilted your head, studying him. “Well, that depends entirely on what you’re comfortable with,” you said, your tone light but firm. “After all, if you react like that—” you motioned toward his current flustered state, “it might look a little suspicious, don’t you think?” 

His gaze dropped to his posture—how tightly his arms hugged his chest, how stiffly he was standing. He cleared his throat, clearly mortified, and with great effort, tried to shake out the tension in his limbs, forcing himself into something resembling a relaxed stance. 

“Right,” he said, nodding, though it looked more like he was trying to convince himself. 

“If you hate physical touch, we can work around that—” 

“I don’t,” he blurted out, a little too loud, a little too fast. 

You raised an eyebrow. 

“I—I mean, I actually love it,” he said, fumbling. “Touching. You… you touching me. I mean—wait, no, that sounds weird, doesn’t it? Not like that kind of touching—unless you want to—but not that I’m asking for that—I mean—” 

You stared at him, fighting a smile as his words spiralled into incoherent babble. 

And then it hit you. 

He’s touch-starved, you realized. Painfully so. 

For all his flamboyant flair and over-the-top dramatics, Lucifer looked like someone who hadn’t been touched with real gentleness in centuries. 

“Okay then,” you said softly, watching his face carefully, “let’s just say you’re not used to strangers touching you—which is totally normal, by the way.” You offered a small, understanding smile, trying to ease the tension still radiating off him like heat from a flame. “We can start small. No pressure. Just enough until you’re comfortable… if that’s the kind of relationship you want to show at the party.” 

Lucifer blinked at you, still visibly flustered but curious now. “Start small? How?” 

Without answering right away, you simply smiled, soft, warm, unthreatening. Then, slowly, you reached out and took his hand in yours, your fingers carefully sliding between his. You raised your joined hands so he could see them, his palm snug against yours, the space between you closing just a little more. 

“Like this,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “Something simple. Until you’re used to it.” 

His eyes locked on your hands, and for a heartbeat, he didn’t breathe. 

You felt it, the subtle shift in the surrounding air. The usual theatrics had quieted, and that ever-present nervous energy dimmed into something still. His gaze lingered on your interlocked fingers, and you didn’t miss the way his lips parted, as though he were trying to speak but had forgotten how. 

Then came something you didn’t expect. 

A flicker of pain crossed his face, so quick it could have been missed, but unmistakable—like a memory had surfaced, uninvited and raw. His brows drew together just slightly, his mouth trembling at the corners, and his eyes, those glittering, otherworldly eyes, looked just a bit too glossy. 

And then… he squeezed your hand. 

It was faint at first, tentative. But it grew into something firmer, more certain. Not possessive. Not showy. 

Just present. 

The false bravado, the haughty grins, the theatrical flairs, the arrogant twirls of his cane, quietly dissipated. And in their place was something vulnerable, almost fragile. Two strangers, holding hands in the middle of Hell, sharing warmth not just through skin, but through a kind of unspoken understanding. 

You didn’t say anything. You just let him feel. 

And at that moment, as he continued to stare down at your joined hands like he was afraid to blink and break the spell, you found yourself hoping—really hoping—that this was what he had been looking for. 

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…if he manages to spill blood, I just might cry. 😭

It begins…

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Secret relationship with Luci, but he keeps making it painfully obvious. Like he'll be talking to someone at the hotel and just casually mention that you two are dating on accident 👀

SJXBCND LUCI orz he would. And maybe it just slips his mind because tbh the man does talk before thinking about what he's saying sometimes (especially when he's excited)

But it could also be because deep down he doesn't want to keep you a secret 🥺 but he would try if it was for your comfort! If you didn't like the attention or if you wanted people to find out on your own terms, he would very much consider being a little more sneaky... even if he is very bad at it xbcncn the man isn't good at hiding his emotions and that would definitely apply to his feelings towards you. Even if he doesn't say it outright it would be written all over his face. Looking at you or referring to you a little too fondly, making some wistful comment about you in passing, raising the eyebrows of people around him and making him jump into immediate damage control dbcncm

"Uh, you know, in a completely friendly, totally platonic, not-at-all-romantic way!" He over-emphasizes, not convincing anyone.

"Oh, you two are banging? Good to know."

And now you're going to kill him when you find out he spilled the beans.

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Now the last ask has me thinking about a scenario where you want to keep the relationship a secret because you think he'd be embarrassed about people knowing that he's dating a sinner...

You and Luci going out in public together maybe for a date or just a day out on the town as a couple for the first time and you assume Lucifer wants to keep the PDA to a minimum... can't have the entirety of Hell knowing Lucifer was dating a sinner, could you?

But all that gets thrown out the window when you find him holding your hand and wrapping his arm around your waist in front of God and everyone. Pulling you close to him when you wander off too far and even kissing you on the cheek all while onlookers do double-takes, stunned to see the king of hell with a common sinner. All the attention starts making you a bit uncomfortable... even worried that maybe you were doing something wrong by being with him so openly. What if he started noticing the way people were looking at them? Would he be embarrassed?

But he doesn't notice... the only thing he notices is how distant and small you're being.

"What's wrong, honey? You're acting so reserved." He asks, concerned.

"I just," you look around nervously, keeping your voice in a hushed tone. "I didn't think you'd want people to know about us... after all, I am a sinner and you're-"

Lucifer frowns and stops you before you can finish that sentence, taking your chin in his hand and lifting your face so he can kiss your lips. You sigh wistfully, your apprehension temporarily subsiding. He keeps his hand on your skin even after he pulls away.

"So? What if I want everyone to know that we're together?" he smiles looking into your eyes. All of a sudden the rest of the world didn't matter anymore. Your only focus now was on his warm, crimson eyes. "I love you and I'd never keep you a secret. You're mine and I don't care who knows it."

[damsel-loves-machines]

Had a sudden craving for some possessive Lucifer and this happened...

All For My Queen~

Fem!reader, possessive!Lucifer, demon form Lucifer, alcohol mention, minor violence, sex (p in v)

~♡~

Imagine being at a club together and some guy has the nerve to start talking to you while you're waiting for your drink at the bar. The guy is obviously drunk and not at all worried about personal space no matter how many times you tell him to back off. Then the fucker has the audacity to actually put his hands on you and grab your arm, much to your shock and horror.

But his hand isn't there for long as it's suddenly wrenched from you and a couple sickening cracks are heard in your ear along with his pathetic pleading for freedom from your defender. You turn to see your beloved Lucifer. Eyes glowing a hellish crimson and his horns proudly protruding out of the top of his blonde head. He's snarling through his razor sharp teeth at the man cowering on his knees. To be honest, you were so captivated by Lucifer's beautifully demonic form that you almost forgot about that idiot for a few blissful moments.

"I think she said she's not interested." Lucifer growls, the hypnotizing way his voice overlaps on itself sends a shiver up your spine. He releases the man's hand roughly.

"Shit, I didn't know she was your girl, man." The panicked man's eyes dart between the two of you, sizing up the situation in his head to see if this was really a hill he wanted to die on.

And you had to give him credit, he chose the right option to run away with his tail between his legs. Maybe he wasn't so stupid after all.

"W-Whatever, she's not worth the trouble anyway," the man looked you up and down with a sneer. His pride was very obviously hurt. But at least now you could get some peace.

He turned to leave. And he would have been home free if he'd only done just that. Leave. But alas, it turns out he really was that stupid.

"The bitch is all yours."

This poor fucking idiot.

Everything happened so fast that if you had blinked you would have missed it.

Lucifer's hand was on his throat in a second. A loud scream and the sound of breaking glass snapped everyone in the club's attention towards the bar. Lucifer held the man by the throat against the bar table where the latter held tightly onto Lucifer's wrist with his good hand. Broken whiskey glasses littered the counter and brown liquor spilled onto the floor. The sinner's face already bloodied by the broken shards.

"The fuck did you say?" Lucifer's voice boomed over the loud music and the terrified man.

"H-Hey, c'mon, man," the guy scrambled under his hold, grabbing at it and desperately trying to push it off his throat. But no luck. Lucifer had him in a vice grip. He wasn't going anywhere. "I-I didn't mean anything by it-!"

"Bullshit," Lucifer growled, squeezing tighter and making the man gasp for some much needed air.

"P-Please, I'm sorry!" The man choked out and frantically looked over at you. "I-I'm sorry, please! D-Don't let him kill me-!"

Lucifer's eyes snap over to you as if waiting for your judgment. You were the affected party here. Whatever you wished, he would honor it. It would take him nothing to rid this wretch from your sight. Just give him the word.

As much as you knew it would please your beloved, you had to deny him this time around. You simply shook your head at Lucifer.

"He's not worth the trouble," you repeat the man's words from earlier, glaring down at him. "Just let him go."

Lucifer gave a dissaproving growl... but still released him on your command. The man skittered away from the devil as fast as he could into the crowd like a cockroach. By this point, a crowd had formed around the scene. People taking videos on their phones and talking amongst themselves about what they just witnessed.

Not that either of you cared. The message had been delivered. Dont fuck with you, and everything would be okay. They would all do well to remember that.

You and Lucifer swiftly take your leave. The vibe in the club had long since been ruined thanks to that drunk pest... you slightly mourned the fact that you never got your drink.

But you were in store for something much more intoxicating~

~♡~

"That filth had no right to touch you," Lucifer growls, licking his way up your arm where the aforementioned filth had callously grabbed you. He aimed to erase the horrid feeling of another man touching your precious skin, reveling in your sweet taste all the while. He should have broken both his hands for such a crime.

He had fully given into his demon form by the time he teleported you both into his bedroom. He sat between your legs back on his black and red hooven feet, his tail whipping from side to side as he tasted you. His flame burning brightly between his horns.

"Mmm, of course not, Luci~" a smile played on your lips as you watch your demon king worship you, urging him not to hold back. "I'm all yours~"

"That's right," he says, releasing your arm and sitting up to push you gently back on the bed. He raises the hem of your dress up over your waist and rips your poor black lace panties off your body. You rather liked those. But you'll worry about them later. Because now all the blood in your body is rushing to your core when you see Lucifer remove his pants and his thick cock stands at attention before you already leaking pretty badly and twitching for attention. He wastes no time pressing it against your entrance and begins plunging it inside your wet heat with a satisfied growl when your body welcomes him in. You cry out and arch your back as his large size stretches you. You relax your walls around him as he buries himself inch by delicious inch until you've taken him to the hilt. You moan in utter ecstacy and dig your nails into his arms, not worried one bit about hurting him. He hisses blissfully at the pain.

You are so tight and hot around him he almost doesn't want to move. Just wants to feel the way you tighten and pulsate around his throbbing member. But that would be cruel for both of you. He pulls out to the head and plunges into you again, ripping a delicious cry from your throat. He refuses to hold back now. He starts thrusting into you over and over in a feverish rhythm. His hips practically moving all on their own, driven only by the need to feel you. To please you. To make you his.

And only his.

"Mine. You're mine. No one else deserves to feel you this way but me~"

"I-I'm yours, Lucifer! Fuuuck... I'm all yours, babyyy~"

Lucifer picks up his pace, spurred on by your pleasure. His hips slam into yours with the fervency of a man desperately seeking salvation. He sits up and hooks his hands under your knees so he can push your legs further apart, wanting to strike you even deeper, if such a thing were possible. You're practically seeing stars now. Your entire body is hot and trembling as he fucks you senseless. You lay at his mercy, unable to move as he thrusts wildly into your wanting pussy. His cock hammering into a small bundle of nerves inside you that teeters you closer and closer to the edge.

"I'll make you forget that anyone else has ever touched you," he snarls through grit teeth, small feathers of flames teasing out from the corners of his mouth as he speaks with a fury that would tremble the heavens. "No one but me will ever feel you again... I don't want the stain of someone else on my queen~!"

Then all at once you are coming undone. Your mouth agape and gasping for air as you finally reach your climax. Your pussy tightens and convulses as you cum, slicking his cock in your juices and making the most vulgar sounds as he continues to pound into you relentlessly.

"Fuck- FUCK~!" Lucifer bears his weight down on you, pushing your knees down against your chest and fucking you harder, desperate to join you in that state of euphoria. He watches your beautiful face, you look completely fucked out and lust-drunk. His beautiful queen. All his to love and worship. All his to give such sweet pleasures~

Lucifer's grip tightens on the back of your thighs as his own coil unwinds and he's finally filling you with a mix of moans and pleased growls. His cock twitches and throbs as he empties his hot load inside you. His hips push into you deeply as he does so, making sure you take it all for him. He can't let any of it go to waste. It's all for you. Everything he does is for you and only you. His love. His light.

His queen~

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Letting Lucifer make love to you in your own bed~

It's only big enough for one person. Your walls are covered in posters and various merch of your favorite shows, bands, video games, ect. It's all so you. Your own private space where it is all so distinctly and personally you... and God, he loves it. Your scent is everywhere here. Your sheets, your pillows... he wants to be covered in it. He wants to leave his mark here so that when you come home every night, you remember what you two do in your bed. When you lay down he wants you to think about the way he sinks himself into you, deep and hard. Wants you to still hear the way he begs for you to cum for him... and the cries of pleasure that bounce off the walls when you experience that moment of utter bliss~

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✨Miss You✨

Summary: Lucifer can’t help but tease you with his sexy new outfit while you’re away; you decide he needs to be taught a lesson…

Yeah, that Valentine’s Day outfit got me barking like a dog, so I’m dragging you all back kicking and screaming!

Happy Father's Day ig, have fun fucking the devil!

Warnings: 18+, smut, sexting, teasing, masturbation, toys, orgasm denial, use of safe word, oral (f receiving), p in v, Lucifer is a bit of a brat

Ring ring ring

Your phone buzzed in your pocket as you walked along the streets of Hell. Pulling it out, you saw Lucifer's adorable rubber duck icon pop up on the screen. You smiled and hit the answer button.

"Hey Luci, what's going on?" you answered cheerfully.

"Oh, you know, just waiting for my darling to return home to me," he sighed dramatically on the other side of the phone.

"Hon, it's only been an hour!" you scolded playfully. "I had to pick out something special for tomorrow, you know."

Tomorrow was Valentine's Day; one of Lucifer's favorite mortal holidays. The chocolates, the flowers, the romantic setting, everything about it excited the little devil! And of course, he always treated you to a special candlelit dinner, complete with dessert and champaign. But you knew Lucifer always looked forward to the end of the night; that time he gets to worship you as the goddess he saw you as.

This year, however, you decided you wanted to spice things up a bit. Which is why you made it a point to visit the Entertainment District which housed the best collection of sex apparel in the pride ring. Lucifer insisted on giving you anything you wanted, but new lingerie wasn't all that you were looking for; some new toys were definitely needed. It took a while to convince him since you knew he didn't like being left alone for too long, but you promised him that you would be as quick as you could. Nevertheless, that didn't seem to stop him from calling you up after only a short amount of time.

"I knoooowwwww," Lucifer groaned on the other end. "But I miss you! Is there any way I can convince you to come home sooner?"

His proposition intrigued you, so you decided to play along. "And how would you do that, I wonder."

You swear you could almost hear him smile. "Well, my dear, since you got to go out and look for a special outfit, I thought I would try my hand at creating one just for me! Gotta say, I'm pretty happy with it! Tight in all the right places!" You heard the static-filled snap of the fabric hit his skin as he spoke.

"Wait," you paused, moving yourself up against a building. "Are you wearing it right now?" He was doing this on purpose, you knew he was. He knew how to tempt you. And picturing Lucifer in something less than decent did nothing to help keep your composure out in public. You could already feel the heat in your face begin to rise.

Lucifer chuckled lightly. "Would you like a sneak peak, love?" Before you could answer, there was a buzzing on your phone. He already had a picture queued up just to tease you. You opened the message with a gasp, fumbling your phone in your hands. The picture showed of his exposed stomach with the rest of his body covered in a lovely black. It looked as though he shot this photo from the waist up because you could make out his forked tongue that was sticking out through his sharpened teeth, smiling wickedly at the camera.

Quickly, you closed the picture hoping no one else had seen what was on your screen. "You ass, I almost dropped my phone!"

"Hey, you're the one who opened it!" he shot back. "But I can tell you like it, isn't that right?"

He was right, of course he was! How could you not?! But he was getting too cocky for his own good. If he wanted to be a brat today, you had no trouble giving him exactly what he wanted. Even if it meant cutting your outing a little bit short. You were going to surprise him with his favorite chocolate candies, but perhaps you could get them after you taught him a lesson.

"I'll be home in 15 minutes," you responded in a hushed tone, trying your best not to draw the attention of others. "If you aren't handcuffed to that bed by the time I'm back, you're gonna be in for it."

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Lucifer murmured, sending shivers down your spine. What a fucking tease, but God, did you love him.

“You have 14 minutes now,” was all you said before hanging up the phone as you pushed yourself away from the wall and began to walk back towards the Morningstar mansion, paying no attention to the onlookers who noticed your brisk pace as you passed them. There was someone who needed to be put in his place.

By the time you made it back to his place, you still hadn't decided how you were going to approach him. On the one hand, he was being a brat, but he was being a brat on purpose. It's like he wanted to know how many buttons of yours he could push. But on the other hand, you knew he couldn't be left by himself for an extended period of time. Even an hour seemed to be a bit of a struggle. Either way, you weren't upset, far from it. Spending any amount of time with Lucifer brought you joy.

You opened the door to his bedroom and placed your shopping bags on the vanity, not fully aware of your surroundings before you spoke. "I'm back! Okay, Lucifer, let me see this snazzy little outfit you-" You lost your voice when your eyes finally landed on the man shackled to the bedframe. Well, half-shackled. One hand was cuffed while the other laid across his exposed stomach. The innocent yet shit eating grin he gave you felt like a flashbang. Oh, this man was going to pay.

"Hi, honey," he greeted playfully, wiggling his fingers as he waved.

You took a deep breath in, trying to quiet the very loud voice in your head that begged you to pounce on him. "Is there a reason you have a free hand?" you spoke sternly, doing your best to keep up the disappointed facade.

"What do you mean?" he tilted his head, "How could I possibly handcuff both of my wrists by myself!" Both you and him knew damn well he could do so easily, he was an angel for Heaven's sake! He was magic incarnate.

If this is how he wanted to play, then it was game on.

You took a few steps closer, softening the scowl you had plastered on your face just a minute ago. "Hmm, guess you're right," you falsely agreed. You stood at the side of his bed, running your hand down his stomach, stopping just above his crotch. You could tell from a quick glance that he was already worked up in anticipation. "Eager already, are we?"

Lucifer laughed cautiously. It seems as though he hadn't expected the response you'd given. Before he could muster up an answer, you threw your one leg over his body, perfectly straddling him. A soft gasp escaped the angel as you began to shift your hips along his clothed length. His free hand found your hip, helping you steady yourself as your heated core began to rile him up even further. "I-I have to say, sweetie," Lucifer spoke up at last, "you're a lot gentler t-than I thought you might be."

You smiled and leaned down to press a soft kiss to his parted lips, removing his hat in the process. "Oh Luci, I just want to give you everything you deserve." Your lips left his as you began to trail kisses down his pale neck and collar bone, earning soft whimpers from the man beneath you. His hips stated to match your movements as he desperately used his body to beg for more friction, more contact. He was putty in your hands and you've barely begun. "You want more, my sweet boy? I can feel how hard you are."

"Y-Yes," he babbled, "P-Please..."

You hummed contently, shifting your body down further to straddle his legs. You reached for the hem of his pants and pulled them down past his waist lethargically, savoring the sight of exposing each inch of his engorged member. You pulled the fabric to his knees and moved your face inches away from his twitching cock. Lucifer nearly whined since you were taking longer than normal to touch him. You pressed a quick kiss to his leaking tip before crawling back up his body once more. Your smile turned wicked as you leaned down and pressed your lips to his ear. "I would love to give you more, Lucifer," you whispered teasingly, "but where's the fun in that?" Immediately, you removed yourself from the bed and sauntered over to where you had left your shopping bags.

"W-What?" the poor man sobbed.

"Aww, baby," you cooed cruelly, "you didn't think I was going to give in so easily, did you? If you don't want to listen to me, why would you think I would reward such behavior?" You watched as Lucifer gulped at your words that were laced with a certain intensity he was not used to. "And besides, you have a free hand, don't you? I suggest you use it, because I'm not going to touch you anymore until you've been properly punished. Do you understand?"

Lucifer's hand visibly trembled as he reached for his neglected cock, gripping it timidly as he began to rock his hand back and forth. Small cries emanated from the bed, but you weren't going to back down. You turned away from your saddened lover and began to rummage through your things for the brand-new lingerie set you had purchased; the white thin lacy fabric with red accents that left little to the imagination.

"Close your eyes," you commanded, holding back a smile as you watched your lover struggle. "It's indecent to watch a lady change." You could have easily locked yourself in the bathroom to throw on the new outfit, but torturing Lucifer by withholding your gorgeous form from him was much more entertaining.

"Love, p-please," Lucifer began to beg. "You're teasing me too much..."

"You know the safe word, Luci," you responded calmly, refusing to give him an inch. "What color?"

There was a long pause before he spoke again. "Green."

He was perfectly fine. The color system was the perfect way to gauge each other's boundaries, all discussed previously, of course. The man groaned as his hand continued to pump himself furiously, his precum now leaking over his darkened hand. "Ah, ah, not too fast now," you reprimanded. "Can't have you have too much fun without me." Lucifer whined but complied, slowing his movements at your command. "Now, be a good boy and close your eyes." He nodded and did as you asked, watching his eyes scrunched tight. You made quick work of discarding your dress, making sure to keep an eye on the ravenous man on the bed. You slipped into your lingerie with ease, giving yourself a quick glance over in the vanity mirror. Lucifer's colors looked good on you.

You began to go through the other bag and took out some of the new toys you had purchased on your very short outing, a small vibrating bullet and a brand-new vibrating flesh light. You sauntered over to Lucifer, who was behaving and keeping his eyes closed for you. You ran your hand gently down his flushed face before pressing a soft kiss to his needy lips. He forced his head up as much as he could, desperate to deepen this kiss. But you pulled away way to quickly to leave him satisfied. "Greedy," you mocked playfully. "Keep your eyes closed, I'm almost done."

You pulled a small bottle of lube from your nightstand, dabbing a generous portion to your fingers. You heard Lucifer's breath quicken as he no doubt realized what you were about to do. "H-Honey?" he squeaked.

"Relax," you chuckled as you made your way to the foot of the bed, placing your free hand on his pants and pushing them even further down to rest as his ankles. Lucifer's hand continued to keep a steady pace around his shaft even though your ministrations were pushing him closer and closer to the point of no return. "You're being so good for me," you praised. "Lift your legs for me. Don't stop stroking." Lucifer complied, giving you easy access to complete remove the bottom half of his special outfit, leaving the lower half of him completely exposed now.

"S-Sweetie, please..." he groveled, "Please touch me...I-I'm sorry I teased you! I'll do anything! A-Anything you want!" The strain in his voice was nothing short of tantalizing. Part of you wanted to end his torment, to satisfy your own desires as it became increasingly hard to ignore the pulsing between your own legs. But the other, more sadistic side of you was drowning out any sympathy you had for the little devil.

"Spread your legs," your ordered. "We've hardly begun. And I'm going to make sure you learn your lesson."

Slowly but surely, the devil's legs fell apart now fully exposing himself to you. You pressed your fingers against his tight hole before lethargically working them inside. Lucifer's strangled yelps only prodded you further, delighted by the needy sounds that escaped his throat. After a minute or two of preparation provided b your digits, you reached for the small vibrator, switching it on the lowest setting.

Lucifer gasped.

"O-Oh God, no..." the angel lamented, his eyes still closed. The soft sounds of the buzzing toy must have tipped him off. "My love, you're not going to-"

"Oh, but I am," you interrupted. "Now stay still, Luci."

“B-But…”

“Shh, behave now. I think it’s about time you started listening to me.”

You slipped your fingers out of him without warning and quickly replaced them with the bullet, pushing it inside of Lucifer's tight ass to the hilt. The man began to thrash on the bed, his hips jerking every which way from the new stimulation he was receiving. "Calm down, sweetie" you instructed, reveling in the way he was responding to your antics, "you can remove your hand, but keep your eyes closed. I have one more surprise for you." Your words echoed in his mind as more of a threat than a surprise.

Babbling out a less the coherent response, Lucifer's hand immediately gripped the bed sheets as he attempted to keep himself as still as he could. You hummed in approval, sneaking a quick glance at his dripping cock; precum now coating his stomach. He was was on the verge of losing control, you both knew it. But you weren't quite done with him just yet. You walked over to the side of the bed with flesh light in one hand as the other reached for his neglected dick. A breathless scream erupted from your lover as soon as you touched him. You pumped him a few times before lining up his cock with the other new toy. You forced the flesh light down his length slowly until it enveloped him completely.

"G-GAAAAHHH," Lucifer cried out in a state of overwhelming pleasure that teetered on pain. Almost at a torturous pace, you stroked the flesh light up and down as you watched Lucifer writhe on the mattress below you.

“How’s my little pet doing?” you asked, your voice laced with a sadistic tone.

Lucifer shook his head as he desperately tried to regain control of his body. “I-I gaaahhhh f-ffffuuaahhh…t-too much…”

“Aww, poor baby," you teased, "Do you want to cum, Lucifer?”

“Mm-hmm…” he whimpered.

You halted your movements immediately as Lucifer wailed at the loss of friction. “Hmm, let me rephrase…do you think you DESERVE to cum?”

“N-No…” Lucifer swallowed hard as he gasped for air.

Your hand began to move once again, pleased with his answer. “Glad that we’re on the same page, love. Brats shouldn’t get to cum, should they?”

Oh, the way Lucifer squirmed was something to behold. If you could replay this moment in your head for the rest of time, you would do so in a heartbeat. He was losing himself and it was all thanks to you. His demonic horns burst from his forehead as his tail found its way around your thigh. You had a thought of reprimanding him for touching you without your permission but putting him in this state was already more than enough punishment. Plus, you were starting to feel neglected as it was becoming increasingly harder to ignore the pulsing between your legs. His touch was a more than welcomed one.

“Y-You’re lucky I’m even doing this f-for you," you scolded, small stutters slipping through your dominant facade. "Given how you’ve acted today, teasing me while I’m out in public, making me come home early from my day out, not listening to my simple instructions…" You took your free hand and held Lucifer's chin in your fingers. "Now, what do you say?”

“T-Thank you, l-love…," the angel stuttered in response. "Thank you s-so much…you’re too g-good to me…”

“Good boy."

Lucifer nearly went limp from your praise. His babbling was incoherent now. There was a shift, but you couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was. When you looked at him, it was as though he wasn't all there.

"Color, Luci?" you asked. No response. At least, none that you could understand. But you did feel his tail tighten even more around you, to the point where you know it would bruise later.

Bad sign...

Your motions slowed as you waited for his answer. "Lucifer, can you give me a color?" Still nothing. Your heart sank when you realized he was in no condition to continue. Your hand completely stopped, removing the flesh light from him and tossing it on the mattress followed quickly by the vibrating bullet. His body continued to tremble as your hands flew to his face, wiping the excessive drool that spilled from his mouth. "Hey, Lucifer, honey, look at me. I need you to open your eyes for me now. Please..."

Finally, a sign of life. His eyes squinted open after having them shut for so long. It was hard to see, but you could tell his eyes were glassy. "H-Honey?..." Lucifer finally managed to speak, his tail at last loosening the grip it had on your thigh.

You breathed a heavy sigh of relief as one of your hands removed the strands of hair from his sweat covered face. "Shh, it's alright. It's okay. You scared me there for a minute. Seemed like you fell too far."

" 'M sorry..." he blubbered.

"Hey hey hey," you scolded softly, "none of that. You did nothing wrong. Are you able to give me a color?"

Lucifer sniffled, a single tear rolling down his cheek which you easily wiped away. "Red..."

"Okay," you breathed, your worry finally starting to dwindle. "We're done." You kissed his forehead before heading to the night stand to retrieve the key the unlocked his restraints. His hand feel to the bed with a thump. You picked it up and ran your fingers over his darkened skin. "I'll be right back, okay? I'm going to get you some water. Just relax for me. You did very well, Luci. Very well."

As you promised, you returned quickly with his drink along with a towel you doused with some cold water. Lucifer laid on the bed nearly lifelessly, his horns and tail had vanished as well. But at least his breathing was steady. You handed him the cold glass as he gave you a soft smile. But you noticed a twinge of sadness in his expression; you knew he still felt guilty about ending the session early. But what mattered to you was that he was alright, no matter what he would say otherwise. He gulped the water rapidly as you ran the cool towel across his forehead.

"Let's get this off of you, shall we?" You tugged at the black jacket that still remained. Lucifer nodded and let you remove the coat. "You must have been overheating, huh?"

He chuckled lightly. "Just a little. Maybe black wasn't the best color choice."

"You look really good in black, though," you teased, tunning the towel down his exposed chest. He sighed deeply as he watched you through half-lidded eyes.

"Thank you, love," Lucifer spoke softly as he put the empty glass on the night stand. "You're too good to me. I-I'm really sorry about-"

"None of that," you responded hastily, "Lucifer, you don't need to apologize for anything. If you're not having a good time, then neither am I. It's as simple as that. You did nothing wrong."

Lucifer sighed. No matter what you said, it wasn't going to change how he felt, even though you wish it did.

"It wasn't that it didn't feel good," he said, finally sitting up  "it did, it felt amazing! I just...spaced out, I guess. I mean, really spaced out. That's what scared me..." He pushed his knees to his just, resting his head on his arms. "But I know you're disappointed..."

You scooted over beside him and gave a tender kiss to the side of his temple. "I'm never disappointed when it comes to you, Luci. Never. I-MMPH!"

Your words were cut short by Lucifer's lips on yours. He dragged his tongue languidly across your bottom lip, begging for permission. And you happily granted him access. The way he explored your mouth distracted you enough to where you didn't even notice his hands grabbing a hold of your hips. You were hoisted into his lap before you could protest, earning a surprised squeak from you. Lucifer pulled away and leaned his forehead into yours as you both tried to catch your breath.

"You look beautiful, by the way," he praised, his fingers tracing the lacy hem of your panties, "especially in my colors. And to think you deprived me of this, now that was the real punishment." It was only then that he noticed the small slit in your garment that gave him free access to your needy core. "And what's this?" His digits traveled south, but his hand stopped just before making contact. "May I?"

You let out a small sigh. "Are you sure?"

Lucifer responded by pressing a chaste kiss to your supple lips. "You spent so much time taking care of me today. Let me take care of you now."

You bit down on your lip and relented to his request. There was no hesitation with his fingers after that as they quickly found their way your lower lips, already soaked in anticipation. You sucked in a deep breath when he finally made contact, goosebumps littering your body as he touched you where you needed him most. Your head fell on his shoulder within a matter of seconds. He knew everything about you and your body; it was child's play getting you to such a desperate state.

"So wet already and I'm only now touching you." You could hear the smugness in his words as he spoke. Truly the sin of pride. "Does torturing me turn you on this much, my darling?"

"Y-you know, f-fuck..." you tried to speak through your gasps, "you know I w-wasn't trying to t-torture you."

"I know you weren't" he cooed, his thumb now running gentle circles against your clit. Your breathing became rigid and your heart felt like it was going to burst from your ribcage. Your little whines only egged him on further, feeling him push two fingers into your aching hole. The air caught in your throat as he began thrusting the in and out of you a slow pace. "You feel so good, so warm. God, I could spend the rest of the day like this."

And you'd let him. He knew this. But straddling his lap and feeling his hard cock pressed against you did not make it easy. But you'd never push him for more, not after the state he was just in moments before. Not unless he-

"I want you," he pleaded. "Please, love..."

"Lucifer..." You knew what he was doing. He wanted to make up for what happened. Not that you didn't believe he didn't want you, in fact, he probably wanted you more now than ever before. He needed you, starving for you, if  the way his body reacted was any indication.

"Green," he murmured in your ear. You lifted your head and looked into his soft yellow eyes. "Green," he repeated. "Please..."

The last of your resolve faded away, now shifting your body to where your soaked folds teased the head of his cock. You both moaned in unison as you sunk yourself down his shaft, taking him to the hilt. Fuck, did he feel good, your neediness at last being satiated. The joy on Lucifer's face was unmistakable, elated to finally feel you after so long.

"You're still alright?" you asked still trying to remember how to breathe properly. The way he felt was dizzying, no matter how many times you've felt his cock buried deep inside you. It was a constant battle to stay conscious.

"More than alright," he laughed lightly, "now that it's just you and me. No toys, no games, just...you. All I ever need is you. N-Not that I don't enjoy the toys o-or the games! I like them! I-I just mean-"

"Lucifer!" you interrupted.

He cheeks flushed a soft tint of yellow. "I'm rambling again, aren't I?"

"Just a bit." You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in for a deep kiss. "Now be a good boy and let me fuck you."

Lucifer did a motion with his hand, simulating zipping his lips closed. He chuckled as you started shifting your hips. That non-existent zipper didn't last very long as soft moans and whimpers began to pour out from Lucifer. The man gripped your waist, steading you as you picked up the pace. Riding him was one of your favorite ways to bring him pleasure, because you were in control. Of course, Lucifer could more than easily overpower you at any given point and have his way with you if he wanted. But he didn't. He was letting you use him, and he loved every second of it.

"You're s-so good for me, Luci," you praised, your body slamming itself up and down on his thick cock. "You m-make me feel so good. Tell me what y-you want, baby."

"I-I...fffffuck..." he stammered out. His mouth latched onto your shoulder, his teeth sinking into your tender skin. He tried his best not to bite down too hard, but you loved when he left marks on you. He let go, his breathing becoming more and more staggered. "W-Wanna fill you...fuck, PLEASE...need to cum...s-so close, I-I can't..."

You were close yourself. Having Hell's most powerful being at your mercy and begging to cum filled you with such unholy desire that your body had no power to deny him. "I'm close too, Luci. I just n-need you to do one thing f-for...shhhit...for me."

"Anything! Anything for you!" he cried out. He was losing himself and it wouldn't be long before he reached the point of no return.

You smiled and pressed your lips to his ear. "Fill me, Lucifer."

That was all he needed.

He cried out your name in pure bliss as he finally came, filling you with his hot seed. At this point, your body was not moving on its own. Rather, Lucifer was using it for himself, making sure you finished with him. His actions had you barreling towards your own orgasm, your pussy clenching on his cock that continued to pour more and more cum into your needy hole. You could feel it leaking it out of you after a few more moments, sliding down your inner thighs and pooling onto his lap. The poor thing was denied for so long today, he had more than enough to fulfill your request. At last, the two of you stopped moving altogether, your head's resting on each other's shoulders as you both caught your breath.

"Lucifer?" you whispered.

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

Lucifer picked his head up, his half-lidded eyes felt as though they were peering directly into your soul. "I love you more."

You scoffed jokingly. "The nerve, sir! I don't think you can just-H-HEY!"

Before you could rebuttal, Lucifer has pulled you from his lap, shifting his body down in the process so that your full cunt was inches away from his ravenous mouth.

"What the hell are you doing?!" you asked, your flustered voice making Lucifer grin mischievously.

"Cleaning you up," he replied before his lips met your clit without warning. The near scream that escaped from you echoed throughout the room. Lucifer was insatiable. You couldn't fight back even if you wanted to, not with the way his clawed hands dug into your hips to keep you in place. Through your teary eyes, you watched as he devoured you as well as the mixed fluids of both of your cum.

You bit down on your lip trying to keep the little composure you had left. "Y-You...GOD-...why do you a-always have to one up me?" His forked tongue slithered across your tasty cunt, making sure not a drop  of you or him was left.

He smiled up at you, peppering kisses along your thighs. "I'm the sin of pride for a reason, dear. Can't have anyone out do me. Not even you." His tongue felt incredible inside you, hitting that little bundle of nerves that he knew drove you crazy.

"But I wanted t-to be full!" you pouted.

"Well then," he chucked, his lips ghosting your clit once more "I guess I'll just have to fill you again. Can't have my pretty girl empty now, can we?"

You spent the rest of the night being worshipped by the King of Hell in every sense of the word; truly it was the best Valentine's Day a girl could ask for.

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Happy Father’s Day to THE Dad ever…

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A chipmunk got into the house and I had a time trying to help get the little guy back outside 🥺

And it made me think, Lucifer is such an animal lover that I think he would want to keep any little critters that accidentally get inside djxncm you walk in and see him holding and fawning over a chipmunk or a bird that got in. When you ask if he is going to let it back outside he cups it protectively against himself.

"They don't have to leave! >:/ They wanted to come in, so they can stay! They're safer in here, anyway."

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Some non penetrative sex with Lucifer as a treat under the cut~ ❤

Lucifer's thigh fucking you from behind while you are laying on your side. He's got one hand on your hip to steady you as he thrusts and the other underneath you, wrapping around your torso to clutch your breast and hold you tightly against his chest. You look down and watch his cock slip in between your plush thighs, moaning at the way it brushes hard up against your pussy. Your panties are getting more and more soaked with a mix of your wet and his pre-cum.

Lucifer's breathy moans can barely be heard over the loud clapping of his hips against your ass as he thrusts wildly against you. Your skin has become so slick with your combined juices that your thighs give him no resistance at all. He angles himself up, probing your clothed pussy as if begging for entry, but unable to reach it. You cry out as the tip of his dick pushes your wet panties against your entrance, breaching you my only a hair. If the stretchy fabric wasn't between you he would most certainly be buried so deep inside you right now. Reaching down, he hooks a finger in the base of your panties and slips himself inside your underwear. But he doesn't enter you. Instead, he nestles the entire length of his cock between your drenched pussy lips, places the base of your panties back where they were, covering you both, and starts thrusting again. You hear him growl with pleasure against your neck and he quickens his pace. You look down and make out his cock perfectly against your wet panties, the thin fabric so wet that it's see-through at this point.

You reach down and press your fingers against him, pushing him even harder against your pussy and your hips start moving to match him. He grips your hip tighter in response. You can feel his cock swelling up as his thrusts become more erratic and his breathing quickens. He only manages to groan out a quick warning that he's about to cum before completely losing himself. His climax hits him quick and he's emptying himself inside your panties, absolutely coating the outside of your pussy with his hot seed. You feel it seep between the elastic band and drip onto the mattress as he continues to pump himself between your swollen lips, milking out every little drop he can before coming to a gradual stop.

Lucifer clings to you tightly, panting hard against your neck as he tried to catch his breath. Your fingers continue to stroke him gently. The wet from your panties thoroughly coated your fingertips. You knew these panties were most definitely soiled, but you didn't care. The way Lucifer felt right now, holding you tightly against him, kissing your neck, whispering "thank you"s and "I love you"s into your skin, and his cock still nestled so deeply against your skin surrounded by the remnants of his climax was so very intimate different than anything you had ever experienced before.

Lucifer pulled his cock from your panties, leaving you to lay with his mess for just a second before he scoops you up into his arms and starts carrying you off towards the bathroom. The very least he can do is clean you up. And maybe even return the favor in the process~

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Telling Luci that I'm poly and revealing that I have feelings for Lilith as well.

Lucifer: Oh my golly! You're in love with my wife? So am I! We have so much in common! :D

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Lucifer freaking out over reader getting simple injuries like a scraped knee, scraped elbow, paper cut, etc. and reader is like “Lucifer I’m fine, it’s just a little scrape.” And Luci being like “no, let me kiss em better” as he applies ducky bandaids and kisses them better.

AAAAA Anon this is so cute stopppp 😭😭 He totally would!

He holds your hand or your leg so delicately as he applies the bandaid and kisses the top of it. It feels silly to have such an overly dramatic reaction to a small injury like this, but at the same time the attention makes you feel cherished 🥺

"Please try to be more careful, darling," he says to you sweetly. "It pains me to see you get hurt."

"Thank you, doctor," you say with an amused smile. "Am I free to go now?"

Lucifer furrows his brow and looks you over once or twice. "Hmm, I dunno. I think you need a few more kisses here just to be safe."

"Where-? Ah!" You squeak when you are suddenly pulled against him and your entire face is being peppered with quick little kisses. You can barely fight back against him with how hard you are laughing~

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First of all thank you for all the constant bangers 🙏🏾 I was wondering if you would elaborate a little more on how Lucifer having wet dreams would go? 👀

ME @ LUCIFER HAVING WET DREAMS

I do have a couple ideas. Sorry if this gets a bit long dbcnnc

Lucifer can't remember the last time he had a wet dream before you entered his life. But lately his dreams, which would range from nothing at all to... unpleasant, were rather different. It did surprise him when you started to make an appearance. He would lay down, expecting another night of painful memories or just a black void of nothingness. Instead, he found himself with you. Smiling, laughing, and doing all sorts of things his mind would conjur up. A lot of it was complete nonsense, as dreams tend to be. But they were fun. Happy. Joyful... something he welcomed with all his heart.

But then things started to take a turn... the first time he experienced a wet dream involving you nearly threw him out of bed. He was laid back on his bed and there was a body on top of him. He couldn't see the face. Their legs were straddling his hips as they rocked against him, driving him deeper inside. His entire body burned for stimulation that the dream was unable to provide him in reality... but still he craved it. He had to satisfy this ache. His hands reached up to grab hold of the person's hips and thrusts upward, making them double over on top of him and their face angled towards his ear to moan

"Lucifer..."

The voice very much, without question, belonged to you.

The shock from that was enough to jolt Lucifer awake immediately. He gasped and sat straight up in bed, his entire body was hot and shaking. He clutched his chest as he struggled to catch his breath. And his cock was throbbing painfully beneath the sheets. It took him a moment for his mind to clear from his lustful haze. He could still feel your body on top of his. Could still feel your hands roaming over his chest. And the way you felt when he was buried deep inside you-

God, he felt terrible. He couldn't be having thoughts about you like that! Not that he could help it. It's not like he could fully control his dreams. But it wasn't like that between you two... n-not that he would mind if it was, but that simply wasn't the reality he was living in. And he didn't want to be some sort of pervert who just had naughty dreams about you all the time!

Lucifer palmed shamefully at his leaking erection, trying to will it to somehow go away. But the attention from his hand just made it worse... he would have to tend to himself despite his immense guilt.

And that wouldn't be the last time.

There would be more dreams to follow where he would live out certain fantasies with you. His mind playing with different scenarios in which he would make love to you, or vice versa. The most painful ones would be the dreams where he desperately wished to know what you tasted like. His head nestled between your thighs, your hand in his hair urging him closer to your core... however, his brain wouldn't offer him such an honor as to put a taste on his tongue. But your moans were always so sweet. The way his name fell from your lips, breathless and wanting... it made him feel guilty for imagining you this way, but God, were you divine~

And yes, of course, your name frequently falls from his lips. Though, he doesn't know that~

His body would react accordingly. Most of the time, he wakes up right in the middle of you two making love. The pounding throbbing of his cock usually being the culprit for disturbing him, to which he would have to tend to if he wanted to go back to sleep.

Once, he was laying on his stomach thrusting up against the mattress, looking for any sort of friction for his neglected cock. His hands gripping the sheets as he whimpered your name against his pillow, dreaming that he was fucking you so deep. Your nails raking across his back and crying out his name, begging for him to fill you... he may or may not have successfully dry humped to completion that night. He woke up to quite the mess inside his boxers the next day. That was a particularly embarrassing morning for him.

And his moans are always so desperate. Little breathy "mmm"s and "ohh"s leaving his lips as his hips would roll against the air. His body writhing under a body that isn't there. But he wished you were...

When all this happens, he tends to avoid eye contact with you for most of the morning. Please don't take it personal. The man is still working through some stuff djxncnd

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Do you think Luci would mind if F!Reader's on the flatter side?

NOT AT ALL!! Luci is a man of taste 👌 which means he loves and appreciates all sizes of titty ❤ the man LOVES to worship your chest and he LOVES you body. And a partner with a smaller one is not excluded from that. He is still going to lick and tease your nipples to his heart's content~ 😌

When he's not holding your hips in place with his hands, he's running them up your sides and over your chest. Stopping there to pinch the little nipple buds between his fingers. His tongue slithering out to travel over every inch of skin before circling and curling around one of them. Your moaning spurs him on and makes him hum against your skin. He closes his mouth down around it and suckles gently, his sharp teeth grazing the skin around your nipples but never in a painful way.

The size of your chest doesn't make him any more or less attracted to you. What matters to him is that he's making you feel good. What matters to him are these delicious moans and squeaks you are blessing his ears with right now. The way your hand tangles in his hair and holds his head to your chest. This is what matters~