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Jealousy
Self indulgent smut I wrote at 4 AM because I couldn't sleep let's just pretend luci sucks at hiding his jealousy
genre: smut ft. Lucifer x F!MC
warnings: minors dni
wc: 2.1 k
Lucifer is overwhelmingly jealous of your relationship with Solomon. That much is quite painfully obvious to everyone around you both. He envies the seemingly effortless closeness between you two. Envies the way your saccharine smile and glittering laughter seem to be reserved for him. And he desires you primarily for the same reason, because he does.
You're not blind, you know this. It would be impossible not to know, but you're absolutely convinced that he must want you for more than that. For more than a body, more than a mind, even more than the sum of your parts. Lucifer, Avatar of Pride, must want you for you.
But all of that isn't worth focusing on now, not when everything is so hazy and his hands are roaming all over you, possessive determination clear in the way he was pushing you into the mattress. Lucifer's kisses are rough and oh so hungry. At your slight gasp his tongue is quick to push it's way into your mouth, exploring as if he was memorizing even the shape of your teeth. Your breathing is shallow, pinned beneath him as you are, but you still try to whimper out your desperation.
"Lucifer-"
What sounds more like a growl travels from deep within his chest, and he adjusts his weight above you as his arms snake around you, pulling you even closer. Tilting your head back, you feel your hair tangling against the plush material of his sheets, meeting his ravenous kiss even as you struggle for breath. You can't help but notice how perfectly your bodies fit together, contouring against one another as if you were made for him, while your fingers flutter uselessly at your side pinned as you are.
"Are you mine?" he whispers against the hollow of your throat, but not giving you any time to answer before his lips are devouring yours once again. A frustrated groan bubbles past your lips, you want so badly to force his jeweled ruby eyes to yours and insist that no matter how the sorcerer treats you, you only want to be his.
In this position though you can only speak through your body, so you arch against him as much as possible, feeling him pressing into you as you try to grind your hips against him.
"Lucifer ah-" you begin again, voice melting to a whine as he begins moving down your body. Your breathing is still shallow as he places teasing kisses against your jaw, throat, and collarbone. His frantic hands come to the neck of your shirt, a gasp leaving your lips as he pulls on it for better access to your neck.
"You're mine, only mine." It comes between stinging nips at your collarbone, leaving you panting and imagining the purple blossoms that will surely appear in the morning. His growls are fierce and thick against your skin, his tongue lapping at the bruised areas to sooth you before moving to decorate a new spot.
"Yes, I'm yours," your voice is breathless as you stare up at the ceiling, your eyes fluttering shut.
"I want you MC." He groans, and it's clear he's going to have you.
Sitting up, he straddles your hips before yanking your shirt up. You come up on your elbows to make it easier, letting him pull your shirt over your head. One hand comes to hold yours over your head, barring you from working at the buttons of his black silk shirt.
"You can't imagine all the ways I've dreamed of having you. I want you on this bed, on the couch, hell on the dining room table. Wherever I can have you." His eyes narrow on you, forehead coming to rest against yours and forcing you to meet his ruby gaze while he works at the buttons.
A whimper leaves you as he uses the shirt to lightly tie your hands together.
"I want you helpless while I take you over and over. I want you to sob and cry my name while I fuck you. And then cry when I do it again and again." The gutteral quality of his voice has you hypnotized, lips parted in silent surprise while your pussy throbs.
Face now flushed you raise your head again, eagerly trying to meet him. Eager for more, but his head comes to rest at the juncture of your neck and shoulders while his hand moves down to the waistband of your pants. Slipping his fingers past the fabric his head raises, eyes meeting yours, as his fingers find your pussy, already slick with arousal and you gasp his name. A mean glint comes into his eyes while his thumb presses against your clit.
"Please Lucifer-" the words catch in your throat, your voice already hoarse.
Smirking he presses more firmly, making your hips squirm as you pant. "You can be more convincing than that, MC."
Your voice slips into a high keen as his thumb begins moving faster, but you force your eyes open to hold contact with him.
"Please, please touch me. Lucifer please, I'm all yours oh- just take me! I need you!" your voice was rising into a shrill babble as he withdrew his hand, fumbling with the waist of your pants. He pushes them down your thighs and you spread your legs completely apart.
Moaning, his name's falls from your lips again as his knuckles brush against you.
"Please," you whisper again.
Suddenly two fingers are pushing past your entrance, before he begins moving almost painfully slow. You roll your hips against his hand impatiently, and his fingers steadily become faster. It feels like lightning running against your skin, body jolting at the building pleasure with each curl of his fingers.
He pushes his fingers even deeper inside you, as your mouth drops open in a wordless cry. You feel yourself start to ache and clench around them, building heat in your abdomen.
You moan brazenly as he fucks you with his fingers, desperately trying to rise yourself up to capture his lips. Lucifer keeps just out of your limited range, a self satisfied smirk gracing his features. "You're going to cum on my fingers, aren't you MC?".
Your so close, and you've managed to twist your hands free from the flimsy binding. Your hands find his, pushing down and bringing him deeper inside you. Undeterred, his fingers curl inside you at a restless pace as your orgasm builds. You bite your lip to keep from crying out his name.
"No, I want to hear you," Lucifer growls out.
Your eyes flutter shut as your jaw drops open, the sharp cry of his name accompanying the frantic buck of your hips against his hand. Lucifer pulls you closer towards him, fingers never stilling inside you even while you ride out your orgasm.
It feels sore whenever he does pull out of you, while you grasp weakly at the sheets as the high comes down.
"That wasn't enough, I said I wanted to hear you MC," he states while pulling you up against him before maneuvering you to straddle him. One of his hands tangles in your hair, the other tight around your waist as your hips begin moving over him. You can feel his erection as your thighs brush against his cock, making you grind down harder involuntarily. Your hands push flat against his chest as you use him for leverage, rocking back and forth while the arousal builds inside you again.
"I'll scream for you if you want, Lucifer," you say, a breathless promise as he grins up at you wickedly.
"You will."
You shiver against his touch as his fingers come to unclasp your bra, hands moving up your chest as the straps fall against your shoulders. He gently massages, thumbs coming to your nipples before his index fingers brush against them in light pinches that has your back forming that delicious arch again.
Your hands are still pressed against his chest and you sigh loudly, a sound that gets cut off as he grabs you roughly, pressing his lips to yours again. His hands creep up, and you feel one against your throat as you move your tongue against his. His thumb brushes against your pulse as he breaks the kiss to move down again, moving over the sore bites he left earlier.
"I want you," he says again.
Through your labored breathing you nod, moving your hands down to tug at his pants before finding the fastening to open them. As you help free him of the last of his clothes, Lucifer is quick to pin you beneath him once again.
Taking one of your hands he fixes you with that impassable gaze while wrapping it around his cock. Slowly, you stroke him in a steady pattern as his hands press on your hips, fingers digging in painfully.
You feel your heartbeat rise in your throat as you guide him towards your pussy. Lucifer smirks, moving his hips. He's teasing your entrance, too shallow to be satisfying. You whimper as the head of his cock comes forward, pushing you open. Your muscles tense, a grimace painting your face before giving way to feeling satisfyingly full as he gives a single hard thrust to fill you completely.
It's too sudden, causing you to yelp his name as his grin widens. Black and white hair falls into your face as he stretches your sore pussy, pushing back into your throbbing heat. Your legs come to wrap tightly around his waist.
Lucifers hand finds purchase at your throat, and you lean your head to the side giving him access. A noise that was almost ecstatic leaves him as he wraps his hand around your neck. You choke almost immediately, the thrum of your pulse hightened throughout your body now. The side of your face rubs against the sheets in time with his thrusts. Pressure builds simultaneously alongside the jolts of pleasure with every thrust of his hips as Lucifer fucks you.
Every stroke of his cock takes you higher, getting you more strung out as his hips move into you again and again. He fixes you with an intense gaze before gritting out "Can he fuck you like this? Huh?".
Letting go of your neck Lucifer leaves you gasping for air, blood rushing back through your veins making you dizzy. He pulls your knees higher, legs over his shoulders as he sinks even further into you.
"Lucifer!"
Your gasping as he pounds into you, holding onto your calves like an anchor as he fucks you almost punishingly. He's hard and fast and merciless, teeth gritted as your body wordlessly encourages him, building your climax.
Letting go with one hand, he finds your neck again, causing your vision to blur slightly making you lose sight of his heated expression. You can barely hear yourself, breaths gurgled and squeezed out of you with each push of his cock. You can feel him hitting your sweet spot as his skin slaps against yours. White hot ripples pulse in time with your heartbeat throughout your body, and your eyes roll back while Lucifer keeps fucking you through your staticy vision.
In a second the pressure on your throat is gone, leaving you heaving and nearly coughing. Your skin feels feverish, your body limp, and it's all you can do to slur our his name.
"Come again, cum for me."
The pleasure instantly makes your muscles seize, and you feel yourself clenching around him as Lucifer continues pounding into you erratically. It's unbearable, coming the second time, your body is strung out on oxygen deprived pleasure and your head pounds. It's only the weight of his body over you that keeps you grounded through it.
Lucifer is right behind you, thrusting so hard that you nearly see the static behind your eyes again. In moments he nearly completely collapses against your chest, just as boneless as you feel while his cum spreads hot inside you.
You feel raw and aching as he pulls out of you, rolling to his side before sitting up. His deep breaths make you jealous, lungs still burning. You want to speak, but all that comes out is a pathetic whine.
"Get up," you hear, "I'm going to fuck you until I've had my fill, my love. I told you, you can't even imagine all the ways I've wanted you."
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I can’t stop thinking about the possibility of Satan’s tail running up along his spinal column and I think I’m dead. Pls, forgive the sloppy rendering I just had to rush this out. *swerves back to comms*
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MAMMON HEAD CANON #4
Mammon cries when he’s frustrated.
Being real here, I don’t think Mammon would ever be one of those physically mad people. I think Mammon has such a will to not terrify his brothers that he holds in his anger/frustration that when he does happen to get angry/frustrated, he cries.
That’s not to say that he won’t get physical at some point. Not on his brothers but maybe his surroundings. Say, throwing things around his room because he just gets so tired of his mistreatment but has no outlet except crying when he does.
And he absolutely hates that about himself.
Mammon messes up a lot and he knows that. He’s trying his best, he really is! But, it’s just so tiring for him. It’s tiring trying to be someone he’s not. It’s tiring trying to stop being so damn clumsy all the time. It’s tiring having to go against his sin just so he can some type of affection from his family.
He’s just so tired.
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HOW IT HAPPENS
Mammon had studied so hard for his test, yet why couldn’t any of the material just stick? He knew Lucifer and his brothers would find out eventually, mocking him for not getting a good grade, despite having tried his best. He regrets not taking Satan up on his offer of helping him study but it’d likely only end in failure as well, after all he was only an idiot. Thoughts began to filter through his head. ‘How could ya be so stupid!’ ‘It was such an easy thing!’ ‘All you know is how to mess up.’ ‘Ya only had ta do one thing.’ He beats himself up about it. Reprimanding himself. Scolding himself. Wishing he could be different. Wishing he could have been better. Everything would have been so different if he had just been better.
He becomes frustrated. He can feel his eyes turn warm and begin to sting. He rubs at his eyes and curses when he can feel the beginning of tears forming at the corners. He becomes even more frustrated when tears begin to flow freely down his face. ‘Stop it. Don’t cry, don’t ya dare cry now!’ He rubs at his eyes until the area around them is a flushing red. His cheeks start to sting a bit from all the rubbing once the tears start again.
He can’t take it anymore.
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Out of pure anger and frustration, he grabs the nearest object and chucks it at the wall. At first comes the shock and regret from letting his emotions get the best of him, but then comes the relief. Relief on finally being able to do something. Relief that the tears had finally stopped. He just feels relief. So, he does it again. Uncoordinated and fueled by his raw emotions he begins to rain havoc on everything in his room. Tearing and ripping at his clothes, breaking expensive ornaments, shattering all the mirrors he can see, tearing open his pillows and bed. It’s a long while but once he’s done, it quiet. All he could hear was his harsh breathing and the blooding rushing to his head. He lets out a shaky breath before putting his hands to his face.
Regret. He regrets doing it.
But the relief was so overwhelming. Finally, finally he had some form of letting everything out instead of just crying and sobbing like some helpless child. It had just felt so freeing that he hadn’t given it a second thought. Now though, sitting in the middle of his room surrounded by the destructions he created he couldn’t help but cry again. He should’ve been better.
He was just glad he was home alone. After all what would Lucifer say if he caught acting like such a child? And what of his other brothers? They’d have a field day if they found out about this! He sighs. He gets up, goes to the bathroom and washes his face. Once he comes back he sets work, cleaning and disposing of everything he’s destroyed. Bags of destroyed objects begin to pile. One after the other until there’s a mountain of them. He should hurry and finish before his brothers get home.
He does manage to finish before they get home but from then on it’s a never ending cycle. Small bit of relief he had felt in that moment was intoxicating.
How could he just forget that feeling?
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Another really old draft I had in my folder, feels like I’m accomplishing something great in life just by finishing wips 😂
Do you guys have a suggestion of a fandom I’ve forgotten about and should post of again?
PLEASE DO NOT REPOST NOR EDIT (o´▽`o)ﾉ
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Lucifer: In a stunning show of irony, my son lived and I died. My son’s out there…!
Satan: Hey dad, you know what I always wanted to be when I grow up?
Lucifer: What?
Satan: Fatherless.
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the tabs i have open
google docs- titled “i really love satan”
pintrest- “hot satan shirtless obey me”
linkedin (im not giving you my info) but it does involve me looking for gov. jobs in my field
glassdoor ^^
google page “was the real solomon hot?” (had to make sure google didnt think i meant the obey me one”
lastly but not least: google: how many cups of coffee and how many energy drinks is too much for one day?
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Saying "I love these two dorks" would be an understatement
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I would keep their parts in a bag with me and throw them out like pokeballs whenever I’m in trouble
The demon bros give mc parts if them as a sign of trust and devotion to them and their newfound family bond:
Lucifer- gives them one of his strongest feathers that's he pruned off. An inner feather,one of the longest and strongest from his dominant wings. Its fills his with pride seeing you hold it and treasure it.
Mammon - gave them one of the spikes that fell off his wings. He loses them more than sharks lose teeth tbh. They grow back very quick so it's not like he can do much with it!? Its not like a gift or anything you can take if you want.. ya freak!
Levi - gives them one of his scales. One of the scales that's closest to his many hearts. They are sensitive but he molts frequently (due to stress) and if you dont want it he'll just end up eating it just like he usually would. Stupid normie just take it already.
Satan- gives them an old broken part of his horn from years past. As one can imagine his wrath is not exclusive to just other people, sometimes he goes a bit too carried away and ends up hurting himself and ,by default, he lost a horn once or twice. It hurt like a SOAB so you better be grateful! Witches would kill for something ad precious as this.
Asmo- gives them a talon that broke off. In His full demon form he snaps nails off all the time. And while he'd rather give you something else of his ( totally not semen...) this will have to do.
Beel- gives them one of his canines. Even With the strongest jaws in the devildom, they break off sometimes when what he's eating or biting is too hard. Its makes him a bit happier. Good to know you still like a gift as weird as this :)
belphegor- gave them a small bundle of his tail hair,held together by a lavish and beautiful ribbon. One can imagine his tail is very fluffy and spikey. Noble demon artifacts like this are uncommon so I mean...I guess it would be okay if you had it rather then some freak. Whatever goodnight.
But what could mc give them??
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