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heart-of-the-morningstar · 8 months

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Alr hear me out, the service top lucifer with a very insecure reading. (Fem or GN) like he has to coax the reader to like open up (God damn I'm blushing thinking abt it-). Maybe even having to like talk them into even taking thier clothes off. Just a little idea stuck in my head.

Thank you very muchly.

Ooooooohh you’re giving me IDEAS (tbh I’d be the same boat)

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✨Opening Up✨

Lucifer x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, nipple play, pet names, oral (m & f receiving), p in v, service top!Lucifer

It has become evident that I am unable to write anything concise 😅

I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I MEANT TO POST THIS DAYS AGO 😭😭

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You sat upright on Lucifer’s king sized bed, the King of Hell straddling your lap. You don't know how you even ended up in this position, not on this bed necessarily, but how you ended up as Lucifer's beloved. You believed in your heart that you did not deserve him, but time and time again Lucifer has showered you with praise and adoration like no one ever had before. He was perfect. And you were...you. It didn't make sense.

Regardless, that didn't stop him from holding your face tenderly in his hands while he kissed you with a fiery passion. You were self conscious about being so vocal around him during intimacy, but he made it his mission to elicit as many moans and whines from you as possible. Slowly, he reached down to the hem of your sleep shirt, grabbing a fistful of fabric. Your eyes popped open, your mind racing. You pulled away from his lips and went to grab his wrist that held your clothing.

"I-I'm sorry, love," he apologized, releasing your shirt immediately. You sighed and let go of the grip you had on his hand. "I didn't mean to scare you, I should have asked. Please forgive me."

"No, no," you breathed, "it's alright. I'm not upset, I just panicked. I'm sorry."

Lucifer pressed his lips to your forehead and planted a small kiss. "Please don't ever think you need to apologize to me for how you feel, sweetheart."

"O-Ok," you stuttered.

"Do you want to stop?," Lucifer asked. You could hear the genuine concern in his voice. Hard as it was to believe, he cared about you more than anything.

You shook your head. "No."

"You're sure?," Lucifer questioned further, "because if you're uncomfortable, we can-"

You cut him of mid-sentence with a quick peck to his lips. He smiled bashfully, a cute blush spreading across his face. "Believe me, Luci, I want this. I mean I really want this, but..." you found it difficult to articulate what you wanted to say.

"Well, if that's the case darling, what if I go first then?," Lucifer proposed. You cocked your head, unsure of what he was talking about. He reached up and began to unbutton his shirt, starting from the top and working his way down. Oh...OH.

Your face instantly feels hotter and your breathing becomes staggered. You tried to say something, but the words caught in your throat. Your mouth had never felt drier. He finally reached the last button of his shirt and you finally see some of his chest. You could almost feel your brain short circuiting.

"Do you wanna do the honors, my dear?," he asked playfully. You gulped as your hands reached towards his shoulders. Gingerly, you slid his sleeves down each arm, slowly revealing more and more skin to you. Once his shirt was completely removed, you couldn’t help but stare. His chest was so smooth and toned, almost like it had been sculpted. “Like what you see?” Lucifer questioned coyly, noticing your unwavering expression of awe.

"W-Well that's hardly fair," you whispered, finally finding your voice, "you're an actual angel. Of course you're going to be gorgeous, I-" you slapped your hand over your mouth once you realized what you had said. "Please pretend you didn't hear that!," you begged through your hand.

Lucifer's face was flushed pink, he could help but smile. He chuckled as he went to remove your hand from your face. "Is that what you really think about me, sweetheart? I'm truly flattered to hear that coming from someone as exquisite as you."

"You...You really think..." you started to say but couldn't finish. Tears began to well up in your eyes, you tried to rub them away before Lucifer could see but it was too late. Lucifer cupped your face and ran his thumbs under your eyes to clear away the tears that had fallen. Your breath hitched, you tried to take in deep heavy breaths so you wouldn't start sobbing.

“Hey, hey, hey, shhhhh,” he spoke with a soothing tone. He removed himself from your lap and sat down next to you, embracing you in his arms. “It’s okay, angel, it’s ok. I upset you and I’m sorry, I never want to be the reason you cry.” He rested his head on top of yours while you clung to his chest. The scent of him hit your nostrils, it was like breathing in a warm spring day. Purely intoxicating. It calmed you down, you started to breathe normally again. You felt safe in his arms, you could have stayed there for the rest of your life.

You wrapped your arms around his torso, your tears finally drying. “Thank you, Lucifer,” you murmured. He gave you a tight squeeze before you lifted yourself back up, sitting at his hip and leaving your head on his shoulder. “You weren’t the reason I was sad, you know? You never have been.”

Lucifer turned his head to you, “Really? Then why-?”

“Because I’m afraid,” you quickly responded. “I’m afraid that I’m not good enough for you. That I never will be. You’re the all mighty Lucifer, King of Hell. You have so much strength and power and respect. And I’m…I’m just me.” You sighed and pulled your legs up to your chest to rest your head on your knees. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“Darling?,” Lucifer spoke at last. He brought himself in front of you on all fours and placed his hand under your chin, forcing you to look at him in his scarlet eyes. “ “Just you” is perfect. You don’t need to be anything but yourself! I understand what you’re feeling, and it’s okay to express that. But please know that I love you just the way you are. You are my true strength.”

You chuckled softly, leaning into his hand that was now pressed against your cheek. You took his words to heart; he loved you. He loved you so much. You had to show him that you felt the same way. You drew in a few quick and deep breaths before reaching for the hem of your sleep shirt.

“Wait, wait, what are you-” Lucifer tried to say, but you were too fast. Your shirt disappeared from your body and was tossed across the room. Silence filled the space, the only thing you could hear was your heart threatening to burst through your chest.

It was at that moment you noticed you couldn’t see Lucifer’s face. His hands had flown up to block his view of you.

“Lucifer?” you called to him.

“Y-You didn’t have to do that, love,” he stuttered. “I never wanted you to feel that you had to-”

“Please look at me, Luci,” you pleaded. “I love you. And I trust you. Let me show you. Please.”

You saw Lucifer’s hands slowly fall away from his hands, his eyes still screwed shut. “Are you sure?” he asked softly.

You leaned in to plant a kiss on his soft lip. Lucifer’s eyes shot open in surprise, you pulled away before he had a chance to react. Blood rushed to your cheeks when you saw him staring at you. Your first instinct was to cover yourself and shy away, but you pushed those feelings deep down. You were going to be vulnerable, you needed to be brave. Not just for him, but for yourself. You gripped the bed sheets so hard that you felt your nails digging into your skin through the silk.

After what seemed like an eternity, Lucifer had snapped out of his trance. He started to crawl towards you on his hands and knees, only stopping when his lips were inches away from your own. You felt his hot breath on you, you were finding it more and more difficult to keep your composure.

“You…are breathtaking,” he cooed, crashing his lips into yours hungrily. His tongue begged for entrance to your mouth, and you happily allowed it. You felt yourself slowly drifting down onto your back as you and Lucifer desperately devoured each other. He pulled away from your lips, trying to catch his breath, but you noticed he wasn’t looking into your eyes. His attention had drifted a little further down. He swallowed hard.

“May I?,” Lucifer asked breathlessly. Your face felt extremely hot and you couldn’t find the power to speak, so instead you nodded your head vigorously. He gave you a cheeky grin before lowering his mouth down onto one of your nipples. The noise you made sounded more high pitched than you meant it, but God, did it feel amazing! His tongue worked one nipple as his hand played with the other. You loved the sensation of him sucking and licking at your sensitive skin, the tiny bites from his teeth driving you insane. He rolled your other nipple between his two fingers, the pinches he gave sent your brain into overdrive. You never knew how sensitive you were, but Lucifer was more than happy to service you.

All of a sudden you noticed a different sensation, you felt something press against your inner thigh, dangerously close to your clothed pussy. It took your brain a few seconds to realize what was happening.

“Uhh, Lucifer, a-are you…”, you mumbled. Lucifer looked up from your chest with a puzzled face. “I can feel umm, I-I can feel your uhh…”, you didn’t know why you couldn’t say it. Maybe you were too embarrassed, which seemed silly considering what position you found yourself in. You pointed down towards your pants where Lucifer was wedged.

“Oh…OH,” Lucifer exclaimed pushing himself from you and onto his knees. “Oh my gosh, I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize you could uhh, feel that…please forgive me!”

Seeing him so flustered somehow calmed some of the nerves you had before. It was cute, really. Demon overlord Lucifer getting embarrassed about unintentionally pushing his hard on against your thigh. You let out a small giggle.

"It's alright, Luci," you chuckled. "I'm flattered, really!"

Lucifer smiled, placing his hand behind him to rub the back of his neck. "I'm still sorry about that, love. I'm a little embarrassed."

“Well,” you breathed, “I guess it’s only fair that I embarrass myself too then, right?” Without warning, you grabbed the waistband of your pants and ripped them off along with your panties in one fell swoop. You laid naked in front of Lucifer, whose whole face had turned a shade of red you’ve never seen before.

“Ffffuck,” was all Lucifer could muster. You watched his Adam’s apple rise and fall, attempting to regain his thoughts. Looking at you, it was plain to see how soaked you were.

“Like what you see?,” you teased. Lucifer nodded his head eagerly, still at a loss for words. You lifted your hand and curled your finger, beckoning him to you. Obediently, Lucifer crawled on the bed towards you with no reservations. “You’re not the only one that’s worked up here. Now we’re even.”

“My love, please…” Lucifer whined, “please let me taste you.”

"Don't you...wanna get more comfortable first?," you asked him, knowing the problem in his pants had probably only gotten worse for him.

"Not until I've had my fill of you, sweetheart," he smiled before forcing his head between your legs. The moan you let out was guttural, almost feral, he lapped your folds like a starving man. He took long, drawn out licks up your slit before focusing on your clit. His lips kissed and sucked on your sensitive nub, sending waves of pleasure throughout you entire body. You couldn't pull away if you tried, he had wrapped his arms under your legs so you couldn't escape his assault on your cunt.

"Sh-shit, oh-oh my God Lucifer, FUCK," you moaned. You could feel a smile form on his face as this seemed to have made him pick up the pace. You screamed from his tongue darting in and out of you, feeling so close to snapping. Your thighs started to fold in on his head and you grabbed a fistful of his hair trying to regain some assemblance of control. “Fuckfuckfuck, mmmm…gonna c-cum, aaggghh, gonnacumgonnacum!” Lucifer’s tongue relentlessly circling your clit finally caused your body to spasm, your orgasm causing you to scream out in pleasure. Lucifer didn’t stop though, he let you ride out your orgasm and hungrily devoured your release. Once you finally came down from your high, Lucifer lifted his face from between your legs and flashed you a toothy grin, seemingly quite proud of his work.

“You alright, darling?,” he asked innocently, almost pretending like he wasn’t the cause of what you had just experienced.

“Y-yeah, I’m…I’m fine,” you breathed. “Just…Jesus, that was intense! Give me a little warning before you go all in on me like that again!”

Lucifer laughed. “I’m sorry, love, I couldn’t help myself.”

You rolled your eyes at him playfully. “Oh, I’m sure you couldn’t. Now, let’s get these off you, hmm?,” you said tugging at his pants.

Lucifer stood up from the bed quickly. He undid his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. From the outlines of his briefs, you were surprised that they could contain him at all. Before he could pull at the hem, you jumped off the bed to stop him.

“Allow me,” you offered, getting on your knees in front of him. You reached up and grabbed onto his briefs, snaking them down his legs. His cock sprang free of its cage and hung in front of your face, its tip already leaking. Without thinking, your wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. Lucifer let out a moan that you’ve never heard before, filled with absolute lust and need. You took one of your hands and grabbed the base of his shaft, slowly stroking up and down while your mouth continued to work on his head. You ran small licks against the slit, tasting and lapping all of the precum that was forming. You loved the taste of him.

“Love…f-fuck,” Lucifer panted, trying to fight through his moans, “if you don’t s-stop now, I-I’m gonna cum. I wanna…wanna feel you. P-Please…”

Reluctantly, you pulled your mouth away from his cock with a *pop*, pouting slightly. Lucifer leaned down to grab your torso and tossed you onto the bed like you were made of paper mache. That angelic strength of his always caught you off guard. Lucifer crept between your legs, planting a tender kiss on your lips.

“I promise,” he whispered against your lips, “next time you can finish what you started, but right now I need you. Need to feel you.” Lucifer brought his fingers to your needy cunt, feeling the slickness of your folds. Your breath caught in your throat at the sensation. He took his other hand and lined up the tip of his cock to your entrance. “Are you ready, my angel?,” he asked softly.

You grinned and nodded your head. With that, Lucifer closed the space between you once more with a fiery kiss as his cock entered you inch by inch. Your cries mixed with his as he finally entered you completely.

“You feel…amazing, darling, fuck…” Lucifer choked out. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you murmured, “I-I’m okay. You can move.”

“Anything for you,” he smiled. Lucifer slowly began to rock his hips into you, his cock filling you up completely with each thrust. You could feel every inch of him ruining your pussy, hitting just the right spot every time. It didn’t take long for his pace to become erratic and uneven. He buried his cock deep inside you, both of your moans filling the room.

“Lu-Lucifer, o-oh shit, Lucifer, I-I’m so close,” you pleaded. “Please don’t stop, p-please don’t.”

“Cum for me, darling. Wanna feel you cum.” Lucifer groaned. He bit down on your should as he continued to pound into you, biting and sucking your tender skin. You were shaking, he was going too fast, you were coming undone.

“Cuminme…FUCKCUMINME,” you screamed and wrapped your legs around him as your orgasm flooded over you. You felt your walls pulsating around his cock, it was too much for Lucifer to handle. You heard him cry out and felt him twitch inside you, filling you up with his hot cum.

Coming down from your highs, you both laid there for a moment trying to catch your breath. You played with Lucifer’s hair as he laid across your chest, completely worn out. A minute or two passed before Lucifer sat up and pulled himself out of you. He laid down next to you, staring at your flushed face.

“Are you alright?,” he asked. “Did I hurt you at all?”

“No, you didn’t hurt me,” you smiled. “That felt…really good. Thank you, for everything.”

Lucifer hummed and leaned up to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “No, thank you, love.”

You chuckled returning the kiss. “Would…you mind if I held you, Luci?”

Lucifer’s eyes widened, but he smiled wide. “Of course not, I’d love nothing more.”

Lucifer rolled on his side, giving you the chance to push your body against his back and wrap your arms around him. You both didn’t move until the morning.

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Hope you enjoyed my second attempt at NSFW content lmaooooo

AND YEAH I MADE HIM THE LITTLE SPOON, IT’S WHAT HE WOULD WANT

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They Find Out Your Nipples Are Pierced After Going Braless

Imagine you’re in a new relationship with Alastor, Lucifer, Husk, Vox, and Adam, and they find out that your nipples are pierced when you decide to go braless? This is NSFW, but no smut <3

Alastor:

Actual ear piercings were uncommon in Alastor’s time, the memory of Mimzy readjusting her clip-on earrings after a rather intense performance at the club still fresh in his mind; even then, it usually took a lot more than body modifications to pique the overlord’s interest. Usually.

“May I?” Alastor asked as you stood in the kitchen, alone, a clawed-hand hovering right above the hem of your shirt. “Okay, just…” You nervously started, “…be careful, alright?”

He’d been in Hell for almost a century, having passed by plenty of sinners donned in all sorts of interesting fashions, for lack of a better word, without sparing them a second glance. But he found himself unable to do that when you, his darling, came downstairs without a bra on.

“Is it because of this?” Alastor asked you, his thumb grazing a hardened bud before landing on one of the beads of your barbell piercing. “And what, pray tell, is this supposed to be, darling?”

You braced yourself on the kitchen countertop, your knuckles turning white as his other clawed-hand lifted up your shirt and exposed your bare chest to his curious gaze. It was all too much for you, having the man you’d only fleetingly kissed pushing and prodding at your pierced nipples.

“They’re simply cosmetic,” You managed to say, your face flushed in what he assumed was embarrassment. “Did it hurt?” He hummed, and you would have answered if he hadn’t tugged.

A moan involuntarily slipped from your throat, making Alastor still in his ministrations. The moment his ears fell back against his head, however, you pulled down your shirt and darted out of the kitchen, leaving him to figure out the foreign feeling stirring in his stomach, alone.

Lucifer:

As the King of Hell, Lucifer was no stranger to body modifications, especially piercings. He didn’t have any, but he had encountered many sinners throughout the centuries with jewelry decorating their ears, their nose, their lips, and anywhere else they could stick a needle through their flesh.

“Oh, hey there, honey! You’re looking a little bit cold, why don’t I…” Lucifer started, the confidence in his voice waning as he stared at your chest, “…lend you my coat?”

Nipple piercings were no exception—but something about finding out that you, the first sinner he decided to open up to after an eternity of being with the same person, had his knees buckling and his already rosy cheeks flushing in what you could only assume was embarrassment.

“Yeah, uhh, sure!” You nervously chuckled, the way you tugged at the hem of your shirt making him snap out of his little trance. “I’d appreciate that very much, thank you.”

Your relationship was still new, the hugs and kisses you’ve exchanged thus far fleetingly innocent. But as he shrugged off his coat, Lucifer couldn’t help but imagine your first time together, and how he’d pull up your shirt with the intention of exploring your pierced nipples with his tongue.

“Here ya go, honey!” Lucifer quickly said, shoving his coat in your arms before you could notice the tent in his pants, shuffling towards the staircase. “Wait, where are you going?” You asked.

The bathroom, he said, but there was one right down the hallway to your left. He was gone by the time you could point that out, however, your ears catching the distant sound of a door slamming shut as you stood there in the parlor with a general idea of what he actually left to do.

Husk:

Oh, Husk knew plenty of sinners with all sorts of body modifications—piercings, tattoos, you name it—even in the most uncommon of places. So, something like having pierced nipples was less of a shock and more of a welcome surprise to the old bartender with a sleazy past.

“Ya lookin’ a bit cold there, dollface,” Husk chuckled to himself, his eyes teasingly darting between your flushed face and your hardened nipples, but only for a moment. “Need a drink?”

While you’d only been together for a few months, Husk took the time to get to know you as a friend beforehand, so the two of you were rather comfortable with each other. And that was evident in the way you flipped him off before eventually succumbing to a bout of laughter.

“Yes, please! I need something to warm me up since you’ve got nothing else to offer me,” You leaned on the counter, a sly smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

With a huff, Husk handed you something that always soothed him on a chilly day, a good old fashioned cocktail. Bourbon whiskey, a dash of sugar and bitters, and an orange peel—everything you did not like, cursing him out before placing a teasing kiss over his cold nose.

“Thank you for making me something I absolutely despise…” You hummed, and he would have let you get away with your attitude if you hadn’t used that dreaded name, “…Husker.”

Husk leaned over the counter and tugged at your nipple through your shirt, a wicked smile overtaking his features as a surprised yelp seeped past your lips. You glared at him, but it was hard to maintain your composure as his thumb teasingly flicked your hardened bud. The bastard.

Vox:

Piercings, notably nipple piercings, started to gain popularity around the time Vox died; so, he never really thought much about them until he manifested in Hell and saw how many sinners modified their bodies. You were one of them, but he only found out when you decided to go braless.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” You murmured as you laid back on the couch, your legs draped over his lap. “Even with my eyes closed, I know that you’re staring—I can feel it, actually.”

An amused chuckle reverberated through Vox’s chest at your words, a clawed-hand affectionately wandering up your leg, gradually ascending on the hem of your shirt. While you sounded annoyed, the pleased sigh that seeped past your lips at his ministrations said otherwise.

“Why take a picture when I can have a look for myself?” Vox hummed, the fine hairs on your belly rising as his claws slowly traveled underneath your shirt. “That’s if my sweetheart is okay with it, of course,” He added, stopping at your navel.

Your eyes fluttered open, your hand coming up to tap at your chin in mock-contemplation. Vox rolled his eyes before resuming his ministrations, any fake protests you had dying on your tongue as his clawed-hand found your breast, giving it a tentative squeeze before touching your nipple.

“Careful! They’re a bit sensitive,” You huffed as he gently rolled your hardened bud between his thumb and his forefinger, tapping one of the beads of your barbell piercing next.

Sensitive, indeed, Vox thought as he felt your legs shift on his lap. He glanced down to see you subtly clenching your thighs together, clearly affected by his curious prodding and pushing. Perhaps this was the perfect opportunity to have your first time after months of being together.

Adam:

The only reason why you hadn’t had sex with Adam was because you wanted to take things slow—and he managed to keep his hands to himself, until you decided to go braless the first night you stayed over at his place, your breasts clinging to the thin cotton material of your shirt.

“Adam? Hellooo? What movie do you want to watch?” You snapped your fingers in front of his face, snapping him out of his little trance. “Oh! Shit, uhh, anything you wanna watch, babe.”

You arched a curious brow at him before eventually turning away to search for a movie. He tried to keep his eyes trained on the screen, but it was hard to do so when your nipples peeked through your shirt, the unmistakable shape of your barbell piercing making him stir.

“You can touch them if you want to,” You mumbled, and because he was too tempted by the sight, he instantly took you up on your offer. “Fuck yeah—thanks, babe, you’re the best!”

Adam had had plenty of partners in the past with body modifications such as tattoos and piercings of all kinds, but nipple piercings? Only a few, and that was evident in the way he lifted up your shirt and marveled at your breasts before dipping his head and capturing a nipple in his mouth.

“Hey! I said touch, not taste you—ah—dumbass!” You huffed as his tongue flicked at your nipple, his other hand fondling your neglected breast, toying with the beads. “Mm’sorry, I got…confused.”

So much for waiting, but you supposed that two months of being together with only hugs and innocent kisses was good enough for you, especially as he pushed you down on the couch, the living room filled with the sound of his eager suckles and your breathy moans.

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Notes:

• I do not have nipple piercings but I did a little bit of research on them + on when they became popular to help me with each character’s reactions! I did not decide to make you, the reader, get them recently done because apparently they can take up to a year to heal ❤️‍🩹

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