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Pride’s bite

Based off a prompt I saw on here; Lucifer is a vampire lord—and MC is a vampire hunter whom Lucifer took in during a storm without realising they are a hunter. His coven knows—Lucifer is unaware. MC knows who Lucifer is, however.

warnings: Lucifer is clueless, suggestive scene (just making out), GN!MC, possessiveness, Lucifer is down bad, he wants to bite you, slight exhibitionism, his coven hate you, mentions of fainting early on

notes: Gets rather rushed toward the end, sorry!! T-T

Rythmic thumping of frantic footfalls, the cruel sounding whispering of the rustling trees, the shrill screech of birds all reverberating harshly through the dimly lit forest. Running through was the esteemed vampire hunter—you. Whilst out on your latest escapade, you appeared to have run into some trouble, and had encountered an especially aggressive group of vampires. While all were known to be murderous, ruthless creatures—the poor human had seemingly drawn the short straw, this group in particular were notorious for sparing nobody, not even young children who stumbled onto their territory.

Your chest burnt with exhaustion; it seemed as if you had been running forever. It never seemed to end, you’d been meandering through trees forever. It seemed as if there was no escape! Was this truly how you were to go out? It was supposed to be more glamorous, not having your entrails gruesomely torn out by undead bloodsuckers. Loud, murderous hisses, manical laughter reached your ears, merged with their relentless torment, saying you’re not making it back alive.

Running was futile at this point, you knew that better than anyone. Everyone who was anyone knew that. This bunch were practically inescapable. If they wanted you dead? You’re dead.

Well. Not everyone had a secret admirer like you. Not everyone had someone who was willing to murder to ensure your complete safety. Like today.

The taunts were cut short, followed by screams of confusion and horror.

“The boss is down!!” A raspy male’s voice resounded. It sorta sounded like he was a chronic smoker and was just one more cigarette away from death. Then, uproar—demands knowing who, or what caused their leader to fall comes forward.

Well, you wouldn’t be awake to see, the exhaustion of running at such a high speed for such a long period of time is certain to exhaust such a small human.

Your knees felt weak, trembling, your whole body covered in a thin sheen of sweat—muscles aching and throbbing with exhaustion. Before you knew it, your vision blurred, black spots clouding it, your surroundings spinning, everything merging together causing your stomach to feel heavy with nausea until eventually, your body went limp, and you collapsed on the marshy forest floor.

“MC.. Wake up..” A voice cut through your slumber, warm leather tracing your face, caressing the shape of your jawline. That voice, you recognise it. The deep, soft, yet seductive tone, the unfamiliarity of you, the worry.

“Open your eyes for me, MC.”

Opening your eyes, the blurry surroundings eventually came too—you were seemingly in some kind of bedroom, the walls were covered with old paintings, photographs from centuries old newspaper articles, but what really caught your eye was him. Staring at you with a concerned look.

“Finally, I thought I’d lost you,” he breathed—relief and joy lacing his words as he looked directly into your eyes, the slightest of smiling brooking his lips, replacing that usual frowning expression people often described after encounters.

There’s no way it isn’t him, it has to be. Lucifer Morningstar. One of the most notorious, feared vampire lords. A man known for his brutal nature, sparing almost no mortal, his mock-sweet words,his ability to easily charm others. You were convinced—his piercing, almost menacing black eyes and that soft red gradient within their depths, a slight hint that he is not a man to trust, but nor is he a man to cross.

If there was anything you had learned about Lucifer from your father; never ever upset him. The fact that warning was the one your father hammered into you with such urgency told you to always remember it.

“Can you speak?” Lucifer’s voice sounded—cutting your train of thoughts short. Ah, right. You’d best address him.

“Yes, I can. Thank you. But how did I get here?”

“I carried you, of course. I noticed that savage lot were surrounding you, and you were simply too adorable to let die. So naturally, I drove them away, and bought you right to my manor. For some reason unknown to me, my coven were giving me extremely odd glances, and they were staring at you like you were filth, why might that be?”

His words caused your breathing to falter and your heart race. Did he truly not know of you? Surely his coven would have stopped him from taking you in?

“I simply waved them away, they looked almost.. murderous. But, since you are under my protection, they dare not harm you, fret not, little lamb.”

Now, while your father said not to trust, or upset him; he was protecting you, why shouldn’t you trust him? After all, it was the upsetting him part your father warned you of more, if he was treating you well, you can surely let your guard down.

Noticing the tenseness in your body, Lucifer chuckles, placing a gloved hand on your arm. “Apologies if my words regarding my coven startled you. I assure you; they will not even look at you wrong while I’m here.” His tone was kind and reassuring. That sweet smile almost never leaving his lips. “Come, you must be famished. You look like you haven’t eaten all day.”

Reaching out a hand, and patiently waiting for you to take it. “Worry not, I won’t kill you, MC.” He teases with a laugh. It seems his words were comforting enough to soothe you, because you find yourself interweaving your fingers with his own, much to Lucifer’s surprise—but he wasn’t complaining. Not at all!

He helped you up, gently leading you through the long, winding halls; littered with skeletons in rather crude positions, or holding pillars of the house, large plush curtains, in all variations of black, wine red and royal purples. The floor covered in soft, almost inviting carpet seemingly leading the way around. Portraits of all sort littered the walls: blackbirds, cathedrals, coffins, bats, moonlit skies, the rain on a nighttime street, reflecting the faces of happy couples, neon signs, and of course, the early, classical illustrations of what people of that time believed vampires would look like. Perhaps Lucifer included those for humourous flair. Vines wound through, hugging the banisters and multiple pillars.

“Curious on anything?” Lucifer asked, looking down at you as he continued to walk beside you. “You seem to be taking in the decor quite considerably. Anything in particular catch your eye?”

Shaking your head, you respond. “No, just looking around, never been here—so I just wanna see the surroundings.”

“I see, and absolutely nothing is of interest to you? My, my. You must be terribly picky of nothing in here is of your interest.” He teases, before coming to a stop infront of a large, wooden door. “Here we are. Would you like any particular dish? I assure you, you need not be afraid to ask, my staff would be happy to cook for you, alright?”

Nodding, you follow him in, and introduces you to some members of his coven, who were eyeing you suspiciously, only to be immediately shut down by Lucifer who shot them a glare. If looks could kill; that would certainly be one of them. “Come, MC. Tell them what you would want to eat.” He said with a smile playing on his face.

His coven members look at you, waiting for your request, and nod when you say what you’d like, wasting no time in beginning to prepare it, walking to the pantry to get all the necessary ingredients. This pleased Lucifer greatly, and he lead you to the table, pulling a chair out for you to sit on. When you were sat and your seat was pushed in, he took his place opposite you, placing his chin in his palm, gazing at you with interest.

“You know, you’re utterly radiant,” Lucifer admitted with a gentle sigh, feeling slightly embarrassed over his openness. “I don’t know what it is about you, but I feel so drawn in by you, like there is some sort of connection between us, drawing me ever closer to you. Ever since you have been in my care, I have felt rather uneasy when I am not in your reach.”

The raw, unfiltered honesty almost stunned you. It was highly evident that his words were the truth, you picked up on the vulnerability that his tone contained, the usual composed man gone. This was different. This was what he truly meant.

A sharp sigh of annoyance and disbelief left his lips. “Wait.. What am I saying? This isn’t like me at all. Why is my heart racing? And why do I feel so desperate to rest my lips on yours??”

Taken aback by his revelation, your mouth fell slightly open. Desperate, Lucifer stood up, and cupped your face, gazing into your eyes, many emotions contained within: desperation, yearning, fear, love. His lips were slightly parted—allowing you to see the slightest bit of his large fangs; the sight sending shivers down your spine. If it was of fear or arousal, or something else entirely—you were not able to tell.

“Please, allow me to kiss you,” Lucifer whispered, his tone practically begging, no. Pleading. He was gazing at you like you were the light he needs in this dark world. “Please. But, do not feel pressured into saying yes.”

Shocked by his words, you find yourself nodding. Deep down, you had always found him attractive and also intriguing. Sighing in pure relief and joy, Lucifer leaned in and closed the gap, pressing his lips on yours in a shockingly romantic, yet sensual kiss.

To begin with, it was sweet, gentle—like a whisper shared between lovers. It was evident that Lucifer was savoring the moment, letting it linger before giving in completely. His hands moved from your face to your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss with a newfound desperation.

As it continued, one hand left your waist, trailing fire down your spine, teasing over your thigh, your neck—everywhere he could touch, testing your reaction. The heat between you grew unbearable, his fingertips branding every inch of skin they grazed before returning to your waist, tugging you flush against him—leaving no space, no escape. He let out a ragged breath of desperation against your lips, followed by a hoarse whisper: “You haven’t a clue how long I have been yearning for this.”

Judging by the raw passion in his every touch, it was clear—Lucifer was fucking desperate for you. He kissed you like he was terrified you’d disappear, his arms tightening around you as if he could anchor you to him forever. Each lingering touch was a silent confession, a reminder of just how much he needed you. Just how much he wanted you.

Breaking away for a moment, Lucifer gazed into your eyes, his breath slightly uneven. “You’re amazing. A miracle gifted to me.” His voice was thick with love, admiration, something deeper.

Then, he dove back in—teasing your top lip, then your bottom, dragging out the anticipation before finally capturing you in a crushing, heated kiss. His movements were desperate, needy, almost. His desire was laid bare, past the point of restraint, past the point of pride. And he didn’t care. He wanted you to know.

Desperation all-consuming, he pulled you onto his lap, ensuring the kiss never broke. One hand tilted your chin, deepening the kiss, while the other tangled in your hair, giving a teasing tug. He chuckled softly at the soft noise of surprise you let out—a sound that vibrated deliciously against his lips.

He groaned into your mouth, like he was drowning in you, like he was utterly starved. When he finally broke away, it was only to trail his lips down your jaw, lower still—the tantalizing contrast of soft lips and sharp fangs sending a shudder down your spine. His breath came ragged, hot, needy, craving.

It seemed the proximity between your bodies shattered his restraint. Words he never imagined uttering slipped from his lips in a hushed murmur against your skin.

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” Lucifer gasped quietly, his fingers tightening at your hips, as if terrified you might pull away. “Wait, wait… I don’t want to stop here. Not yet.”

Slowly, his hands moved to your tie, undoing it with practiced ease, leaving it loose around your neck before deftly undoing the top two buttons of your shirt. The cold leather of his gloves traced over your chest, sending a delicious contrast of sensation through you. But just as his fingers lingered—

He stopped.

And then he smirked.

“No… Know what?” Lucifer leaned back in his chair, eyes dark with amusement. “Seeing as you made me wait so long… what harm is there in returning the favor?”

No. You were not playing this game. If he can tease you and believe he can get away? He’s wrong. Formulating the perfect idea—you gaze at him.

“Returning the favour? I didn’t realise demons were so.. generous.” You mused, tilting your head. “I didn’t realise you were so.. weak.. when things get a bit heated, Lucifer.”

Your statement made a small smirk creep onto his lips. “I assure you. I am not weak to tension.” He laughed, maintaining the tension-filled eye contact you had begun, waiting for you to break first. But you refused. Gently, you rolled your hips more into his, eliciting a little gasp from his lips.

“Ah, fuck, MC,” he growls, gripping your hips, dragging you further up his lap, gazing at you. “Are you truly so unaffected? Well, allow me to see how you fare when we do just what I am so very desperately yearning for..”

He grabbed you, dragging you into another kiss—kissing you like a man starved, hands roaming every inch of you, not sparing those spots that made you squirm. He refused to break and back down, no. He was going to make you cave first. No matter what.

Lucifer raises a brow as you undo his buttons, watching as you lean in.

“I knew you couldn’t resist me, Lucifer.”

Well that? That does it. He picks you up and stands you up, staring deep into your eyes. “Well, what do you say that this chat moves into my private quarters, and I can show you just how truly irresistible I find you, hm?”

He had barely let the sentence register before dragging you off his lap—picking you up in his arms, lips battering your face and neck. soft, possessive murmured promises of what was to come leave his lips:

“I’m going to take my time with you. Savouring every perfect inch of you slowly.”

It was almost as if he was toying with you, messing with you. Trying to get you as riled up as possible. he was done waiting. He wasn’t waiting anymore.

Once inside, he was behind you, “Now.”

He smiled, stalking toward you slowly, his eyes heavy with lust and want.

“I do hope you’re prepared for what is to come, because you are not escaping me. Not anymore.”

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lucifersyume · 4 months ago

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THIS IS SO STINKING CUTE WAHHHHHHH .·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·.

Feeling faint?

Summary: The Devildom is no place for humans, aside from being riddled with bloodthirsty demons who crave your soul. There is no such thing as the sun in the Devildom; inky darkness paints the sky, and the moon is the only constant. Naturally, you don't receive the proper nutrients you would get from the sun, no matter how infrequently you went outside in the human realm; it pales in comparison to the Devildom. Alongside that, Devildom cuisine is quite different than Human world cuisine; many of the foods here can easily kill you, and they do not give you the required balance. And when your body is starved of its essential nutrients, it begins to shut down.

Pairing: Lucifer x GN! reader

Rating: fluff, romance, 15+

Warnings: Talk of not eating enough, malnourishment, and health complications. Fainting. May be triggering.

You rubbed your eyes, feeling extremely run down over the past few weeks. It only seemed to get worse; your skin didn't look as vibrant and bore a somewhat pale complexion, no matter how much you slept, you couldn't seem to get enough rest. You'd find yourself thinking about human food more often, craving foods you normally didn't enjoy. Things high in salt intake, red meats, high protein foods. Your grip strength started getting weaker too, and you started losing a bit of weight; in general, you weren't doing so hot.

That morning, you had been getting ready to go to school, and you noticed an abnormal amount of hair just falling out. You sat there for a moment, unable to put it together. You had never paid much attention to taking your vitamins or making a point of eating healthily. You didn't have time to deal with it, so you carried on. You started to undress to put on your uniform when you noticed a difference in the mirror, observing your body and lightly pinching some loose skin.

"Have I lost a few pounds?"

At breakfast, you prodded at the food on your plate, attempting to find an appetite. You just weren't used to the odd shapes of Devildom foods, their coloring was offputting, and sometimes the smells imminating from the dish was anything but appetizing. By all means, you were hungry. but you couldn't bring yourself to swallow, nasuea building up in you. It's not always like this; there are some foods that you do genuinely enjoy, but some of them you aren't able to stomach, even with your already limited palette. Devildom food just isn't for humans; Many of the foods are poisonous to humans, and ridiculously enough, some of them are cursed.

"Not hungry? I'll eat it if you're not gonna." Beel leaned over, looking at you with pleading eyes

"Sure, why not?" you said, sliding your dish towards him.

His eyes lit up when you said yes, it made you happy to see the brothers happy, it warmed your heart. You couldn't help but compare Beel to a happy puppy when he smiled, and that smile was infectious.

You stared at the moon; It never left the sky. It held unique coloring, managing to have blue and yellow undertones while being a crisp, dirty white hue. When you stopped to think about it, it really did look like it was made of cheese. You could stare up at the moon all day; its enchanting qualities drew you in deeper every time you saw it.

"Helllloooo?? Mc? HEYYY im talkin' to ya!" A familiar voice snapped you back to reality

"Huh...? oh, uh... Sorry, Mammon i didn't hear you. Say again?" You said somewhat groggily, your voice sounding raspy.

"Geez, like, whats wrong with ya' lately? I asked ya' if ya wanted ta skip 1st period and play hooky with me, whatdya' say?!" Mammon beamed, intertwining his fingers with each other to support the back of his head while he walked.

"Mammon. dont even THINK about it." Lucifer sighed, narrowing his eyebrows.

Your legs started feeling a bit weak as you walked along, and it felt like your head was tingling a bit. Your face twisted into a look of discomfort, just subtle enough for no one, including you, to notice.

"Come on! You're no fun, Lucifer!" Mammon frowned, walking ahead of the group.

Breathing felt just a bit harder, a small amount of resistance in your chest as your lungs expanded. You tried to ignore it, brushing it off as allergies or a lack of sleep.

"You idiot, I mean, what did you expect? You said that right in front of Lucifer." Satan smiled, rudely remarking.

You focused on breathing deeply. You weren't even at school yet, but you felt like you needed the day off. The laughs and bickering of the brothers faded into the background as your focus lingered on feeling better.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

Sitting at your desk as the bell rang, you sigh in relief. You made it through the day; now, all you had to do was make it home.

Ding

You reached into your pockets, pulling out your D.D.D. to see who was messaging you. The bluelight of the screen strains your eyes

Lucifer:

Mc, I need extra help with Student council duties, and my brothers happen to be utterly incompetent.

Meet me in the student council room immediately.

You sighed before standing up and getting ready to tough out an extra hour of work at R.A.D. You gathered your items and walked through the halls, admiring the many portraits and paintings lining the walls.

When you arrived in the correct area, you opened the door. You weren't exactly thrilled to see the mountains of paperwork and forms on the desk; Lucifer was already hard at work.

"Hey, you need my help, Lucifer?" You rubbed your eyes, sitting down next to him

"Yes, I can't seem to break this constant stream of paperwork." He smiled. "It's quite helpful to have a capable asset around here. Thank you." he reached towards one of the multiple stacks of paperwork, sliding it towards you.

"I need you to review the expenses in the student council budget. It seems that there are a large number of unnecessary fines; Perhaps Mammon edited some things..."

"Alright, I think I can handle that. Is it always like this? you know, piles of paperwork building walls around you?" you asked, looking down at the numbers on the sheet, they jumbled in your mind.

"Mmm, unfortunately, yes. Thankfully, since you've picked up the slack my brothers won't, I'm not as swamped. This influx of paperwork has to do with an upcoming school event. Diavolo is looking forward to throwing an 'extravaganza' as he put it." He paused for a moment. "I suppose it worked out, though."

you looked up, "hm? how so?"

"Because I get to spend time with you without worrying about problem after problem. I value every second with you, even if we're doing all this paperwork."

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You leaned back in your chair, stretching your arms above your head.

"I'm so glad we're done!" you yawned, sitting up. "Still can't believe you do this every day, Lucifer."

You both exited the building, leisurely walking along the trail towards home. "Me neither," he chuckled.

That tingly feeling hadn't left you; You felt resistance as your lungs expanded, and your knees felt weak with every step. You matched Lucifer's pace, trying to power through it once more.

You observed your surroundings, noting the flowers and how the color seemed to saturate the longer you looked. Blinking for a moment, you tried to readjust your vision when everything started to get blurry.

"Are you okay?" Or at least thats what you thought you heard; you just couldn't quite piece together the words. "Hey, Mc."

Darkness starts to creep in, and you feel lightheaded; your knees begin to give way. You start to stumble, you think you feel yourself falling but you cant see, its all dark.

"Mc!" was that a voice? maybe. It sounded more like buzzing to you. You drifted into unconsciousness.

Lucifer would catch you, of course. He had noticed that you looked a bit 'under the weather', but he would have no idea of the extent. He understood that Humans were very fragile creatures, but he couldn't understand why you just collapsed. He had a hard time not panicking; he didn't know very much about humans, and this was HIS human. He didn't waste time securing you and calling Solomon with his D.D.D.

He wouldn't admit it, but Lucifer was scared. He didn't know what was wrong with you or if you'd be okay. He but on a front, not just for his brothers who were definitely paniced aswell, but for himself. He needed to cling to something to be calm, and he's too prideful to let it show. You were the only person he was able to really unwind around, act in ways that would usually hurt his pride. He enjoyed being able to act that way with you. Even more, he loved you and didn't want you to leave him.

When he eventually learned that the root cause of your state was simply a lack of vitamins, he felt a bit dumb but was relieved nonetheless. You'd wake up a short amount of time later, surrounded by the brothers, the angels, and Solomon.

You blinked, groggily asking, "Um...Why are you all standing at my bedside...?"

"You don't remember?" Asmo said, looking concerned

"You fainted earlier. I gave you a checkup, and it looks like you're severely lacking in some of the essential vitamins. It looks like the big ones are vitamin D and Iron deficiency, which is why you fainted." Solomon explained

"Wait, really?! I fainted?!" you blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed of all the attention.

"Yeah, sorry, I can't help but feel this is [racially my fault for not informing you to take supplements while here. It's easy to forget something like that, so I don't blame you." he smiled

"I brought you some basic supplements. let me know when you run out; please don't forget to take them, we wouldn't wnt you fainting again."

You looked around the room, locking eyes with the man who carried you towards the house of lamentation. Noting his focus, he was studying you.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

Later, you lay in your bed, still feeling quite terrible. A knock interrupted your thoughts, pulling you away from your la-la land.

"It's me, Lucifer. May I come in?"

"Yeah, come on in," you said, turning to see who was going to enter.

"Are you feeling any better, Mc?" Lucifer said, softly shutting the door behind him

"I still feel pretty crappy, sorry for making you carry me earlier," you said.

He sat on the mattress, "You say that as if it were a burden. I'm glad I was the one to catch you." he smirked, knowing what he does to you.

you felt your face heat up. "Thank you, Lucifer."

"Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked, reaching his hand to fix a stray strand of your hair that fell out of place near your bangs. "Can I get you water? Are you thirsty?"

"That's alright, you don't have to do that. You can just keep me company."

You shifted your position on the bed, scooting over towards the wall. "Will you hold me? I'm tired." You said, reaching your arms towards him.

Lucifer paused before saying, "I suppose, if that'll make you feel better."

He'd embrace you with a firm grip, the scent of his soft cologne infiltrating your nose. He smelled a bit like brandy, a warm scent that lulled you into safety. You practically melted into his touch, not daring to break the moment's bliss by opening your eyes. You shifted toward the bed, pulling Lucifer down with you.

He laughed, freeing his top arm from the hug to stroke your hair. "I'm glad that you're alright," Lucifer uttered.

You opened your eyes, peering into Lucifer's handsome ruby eyes. Youd stare into them often, but this time his face was flush. He seemed to be a bit embarrassed. "Hm? Were you worried about me?"

He looked away for a moment, "Do I really have to spell it out for you?"

"Spell what out...?" you grinned, hoping to make him say it.

Lucifer scoffed. "Since you want me to say it so badly..." he paused "I was worried. I didn't want to lose you. Because I love you."

"I love you too!" You said, nuzzling your head into his chest

"But you don't have to worry about me. I'll be okay."

"I'll always worry about you, as long as you're my little lamb."

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