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lovingkvinner · 1 year

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Notice me!

Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Warnings- attempted murder and mention of crime, small fluff towards end.

Summary- you will do anything to please Lucifer

Tonight you would sin, your final sin. Not that you knew it but it would be that last act that gave you everything.

Tonight you were planning to murder…

It had all started around 4 months ago, however time escapes you when devotion envelopes you. You remember the first time that you saw that beautiful face, the face of Lucifer Morningstar. You had never seen anything that could compare, even trying to describe it is a feat attempted by fools for words can not encapsulate them. Dreaming of them, that night was the start of your destruction but the beginning of your everything, your purpose, your making.

Painstakingly everyday you would pour your eyes over the tiny words printed in the bible and note of any sin mentioned. You needed to grasp the attention of Lucifer, throwing yourself into temptation you decided was the best way.

You just needed to see them, in flesh and blood; or whatever demons were made of, suffering perhaps?

You were once such a perfect human, trying to please everyone, now you would tarnish, ruin and stain your soul. If they didn’t notice this then they would surely be blind.

You began small, eased your way into it like it was a cold lake. First it was eating meat on Fridays, then it was shoplifting, a bit of good old lying and then you got a tattoo. Gainng confidence you killed two birds with one stone, sex before marriage and homosexuality in one night; the two were long overdue.

A little time later you indulged in some light arson- a trashcan, then a bible and finally an abandoned church; derelict and only of 60 years of age yet it was a holy building none the less.

Tonight however, tonight was the sin of all sins. The holy grail, if you will.

How you prayed they would be watching, you prayed it would please them because tonight you would take your first life.

You had decided to murder your ex-girlfirend. It wasn’t like you still loved her or anything but you were jealous that they had managed to move on so fast after you cheated on them (adultery was just another sin to add to the others you were so diligently racking up)

So here you were, knife pressed against her throat, both of you with tears in your eyes.

“Im sorry it had to come to this, it isn’t personal” you told her whilst trying to muster the courage to finish the deed.

“Why?! Why then? What did I do?” She choked out in-between sobs

“Its just the last step in my plan. The last thing I need to do to get them to notice me” you tried to explain yourself, as if it was possible.

“Who are you talking about?!” She screamed “haven’t you done enough”

God you hoped the neighbours wouldn’t hear this before you couldn’t complete the task

“LUCIFER FUCKING MORNINGSTAR FOR CHRISTS SAKE” (+1 sin for uttering Christs name in vain) You were about make the fatal cut when a voice boomed behind you

“ENOUGH” it was a deep resounding voice that made you drop the knife and immediately turn around.

You dropped to the floor and a bang resounded from your knees hitting the kitchen floor. Raising your arms out I front of you, you were not sure whether you were doing this for mercy fuelled by fear or to worship the devil in front of you. “Lucifer… it’s you” you uttered, looked up at them as if they were some bronzed statue of a marked hero.

“I have seen enough” they told you, then they must have used some kind of magic because with a wave of their hand your victim was slumped on the floor.

“All of this… it.. it was for you, just, ever since I dreamt you I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I haven’t slept right in months all I could do is pour myself over the bible and live to please you” your eyes drifted away from them as you progressed your devotion aloud.

“And how impressed I have been” they took a step towards you, the sound of platformed boots hitting the floor echoed in the room until they crouched in front of you, still a little taller but closer to where you could see one another. You still hadn’t dared to peer into those blue eyes, the vortex of death trapped in two little spheres. “Oh, you were so innocent” they savoured the taste of the word on their tongue “but you have ruined yourself so very well for me, such a bad girl” Lucifer took your face in a cold hand and shifted your jaw so you were looking directly at her.

God how the fuck did the devil make you so horny? They must have known what they were doing.

“I must confess, I noticed you before all of this” they began again, not breaking contact “I noticed how you sat and prayed every Sunday, on your knees under golden spires praying to be relieved of your sins, of your lust and of your want and need for happiness. So I commissioned my little friend, dream of the endless to orchestrate those little dreams you had been having.” They took great pleasure in recounting this and smiled when your eyes lit up after they told you they noticed you.

What a lovely thing it is, to feel noticed, when you felt no body had ever really noticed you at all.

You were speechless so they continued.

“I saw the potential inside of you, inside of that innocent hopeless little girl I saw power within you. I have been waiting for you to recognise it.” They took the hand away from your face and stood up.

You shivered in the dark shadows that their wings created.

“However, I couldn’t have you killing anyone, just yet or else I might have god on my back” they offered you a hand, to help you from the floor, you took it. They were very strong as they managed to prize your tired body from the floor.

Pulling you up, you landed in their chest and you pulled back a little, shocked at the proximity, and shocked that the devil smelled good. Like burning wood and earth. They wrapped a wing and an arm around your shivering body.

“Ready to leave?” They asked looking down with raw anticipation swirling in those eyes.

You looked around one last time “yes…. Oh but, will she be okay” you gestured to the unmoving body behind you.

Lucifer let out a low dark chuckle that make all of your organs quake, it was like their laugh had just prompted an earthquake “awww, your still the innocent girl I first lay i eyes on all those months ago” she caressed your face with her hand gently “she will be fine, unfortunately, it will all seem like well, a dream”

“ oh, okay” you turned back around and Lucifer took their arm from your shoulder and linked it through yours whilst still keeping you under their strong wing.

“Shall we leave this place darling, I can’t wait to show you our home, in hell” they asked you, you had never imagined that the devil could have such soft and beautiful expressions, ones that made you want to reach out and touch their face to make sure they were real.

The smile you gave them was enough of an answer and you watched as they opened up a dark portal, swirling red and orange like a fire but someone had photographed it with the pin wheel filter.

They squeezed your arm “hold on tight”

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blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms · 1 year

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Interrogation- Lucifer Morningstar

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Characters: Lucifer Morningstar

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 409

Author: Aaron

“Oh, don’t worry about it, that little peashooter would hardly injure an actual human never mind the Devil himself.” Lucifer smirked as he simply took the pistol from the wannabe hitman’s grip. “It’s always much simpler without these primitive… things making everything more complicated.” Lucifer unloaded the pistol and unchambered the round before tossing the useless metal back at the assailant. “So, you’re going to tell me why you decided to try and shoot my…” Lucifer looked back at you with a confused gaze “my very good friend here.” You could not help but let the sly smile shine through as you rested against the bullet-hole ridden wall as the waft of gunpowder filled the dusty air, a sincere thankfulness to whatever power in the universe let you get away from the gunfire with a mere graze and a small bloodstain that slowly spread across your sleeve.

“I get my target, I get paid, I don’t ask any more questions than that.” He said with a shaky, frail voice as Lucifer rested a firm hand on his shoulder. “I already told you man I don’t know why.”

“No, but maybe you can tell me who?” Lucifer barely gave the man a chance to open his cracked lips before reeling his arm back and landing a firm punch against his jaw. Lucifer propped him back up against the wall with his forearm. “You’re going to tell me who.” Lucifer dropped him to the floor and brought his arm back again, stopping just in time for the hitman to cower in fear.

“I’ll tell… I’ll tell you anything just stop!” Lucifer watched gleefully as he cowered and writhed on the floor before bending down and pulling him up by the scruff of his coat. He brought a hand up and dusted the dust that had collected on his clothes.

“Firstly.” Lucifer brought his hand up and clasped him under the chin, turning his sweated head towards you. “You’re going to give your finest apology to my friend here and I do not want to hear any half assed nonsense.” The hitman locked his baggy eyes with yours and pleaded and begged for his life before finishing with a very sincere sorry and a promise that it will not happen again. “See, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Lucifer let him slump to the floor as he crouched into his eyeline. “Let’s start with the simple questions then… who sent you?”

#Interrogation #Lucifer #Lucifer Imagine #Lucifer One Shot #Lucifer Morningstar #Lucifer Morningstar One Shot #Lucifer Morningstar Imagine #Aaron

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iminkandpaper · 2 years

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Lucy

Based on this prompt by @write-it-motherfuckers (I couldn't find the original post)

Ps. Laya is pronounced Lai-yah the 'Lay' is somewhere between 'lie' and 'ley'

°•♤

I flipped the sign with a sigh, exhausted. Silence followed the clang of the bell when I stepped out, locking the door behind me. My coworker shoved two of her shifts down my throat, and reluctant as I was to accept, I needed the money.

"Hello, love."

Or maybe not. I huffed. Lucifer fell into step beside me, matching my brisk pace.

"You know," he said after a moment, glancing up at the rosy cheeked sky, "it's not polite to ignore someone when they greet you."

I mumbled back a hi, turning the corner to my street.

"Are you still angry?"

I gave him a look. It wasn't that I didn't love him, it was just that he absolutely refused to admit when he was wrong.

"I could pay your bills."

I gave him another look.

"Fine." He sighed. "You're tired. Let me carry you."

"Go away, Lucy."

He made a pained sound from the back of his throat. Small victories. I gave him the nickname a century ago, and the reactions I got never disappointed, not even after calling him that for so long.

"My mother always said, 'يمكنك ان تلعب مع الحمير ولكن لا تغضب عندما تحصل على تغطيتها في القرف'." *

"What does that even mean?"

I tried my best to ignore him, hearing my purse higher on my shoulder and taking a turn to get home quicker. The phrase was barely applicable, and I knew he understood it, because his brows furrowed in confusion, scrunching up the way he does when he's trying to figure out what he's missing.

Again, he offered, "let me carry you."

I didn't respond. My heels were killing me, but I wouldn't let him see that.

"Come on, Laya." I loved when he said my name. Lay-ahh. It was musical on his lips. Not many people bothered with the right pronunciation, using Leah as an English substitute. It bothered me to no end, especially since it's not even a difficult name.

"Don't you have souls to torture?"

"Not until I get you back."

"Who's in charge?"

"Dubois."

I couldn't imagine Dubois was too pleased about being left in charge. The demon was six foot nine with a permanent sneer and a temper that destroyed mountains. He was, however, the most indecisive, silkies demon to exit. Not including my insufferable Devil.

The streetlights cut across his jaw for a moment before we stepped into the dark street. Lucifer's hair was longer, reaching the back of his neck, where the spine meets the skull. I could feel the desperation wrapped around his wrists, shackles of ivy that kept him tethered to me. His suit was expensive, probably custom made Armani. I'd kill to see him in jeans again, but he complained endlessly about how restricting they were.

"I miss you. Come home."

"Inshallah."

"You always say that to avoid saying no," he accuses me, pointing a finger. Such a child. He's not wrong though I picked up the habit from my mother who was fond of giving me the same look I give Lucifer while she said it.

He followed me up the steps, into the brownstone. I wasn't complaining, per se, but my neighbour was a nosey old woman who would no doubt be cataloging this fight in her journal.

"I love you."

"Not what you said a month ago, Lucy."

"I only meant your wish brought us together." Lucifer was nothing of not persistent. "You prayed for a lover and i was single. These things happen sometimes."

I stomped up the steps, his quick feet following closely in quick succession. I could feel him at my back, the shadowy feeling of heat he brought, the burning splinters of picks down my spine. My apartment was just two floors up and I could lock him out. Knowing him, Lucifer would make himself comfortable outside and wait until I was ready. It wouldn't be the first time.

"You said it forced attraction."

"Intrigue," he clarified, "not attraction. I do love you, you know I do." When I didn't answer, he prompted, "right?"

"Yes," I sighed, stopping at the top of the stairwell. The worry etched and his voice was a strong tug at my resolve. "I know."

Lucifer's lips curled into a smirk. He backed me up against the wall and laced our fingers together. "Good. I love you, Laya. I'd burn the world down for you."

"You tried that," I muttered, "didn't exactly work out in your favour."

"I'll leave the libraries this time."

His lips descended slowly, brushing over mine in a teasing sweep. Sliding over his shoulders, my fingers dug into the base of his neck, massaging the tight knots.

"I love you." He kissed me. "Come home. Shout at me, give me the silent treatment, anything you'd like, but do it at home."

Tangling his fingers in my hair, he pulled my head back. Dipping low again, Lucifer's mouth found my neck. He was so warm against me, cupping the back of my head with the other arm banded across my back to keep my upright. He walked me backwards to my door, pushing me up against it.

"You know, this isn’t quite what I meant when I prayed for a lover who would love me unconditionally and eternally."

His grin was wolfish. "Then you should have been a little more specific, my darling."

I snorted a laugh as we reached my apartment. "No, I'm glad I wasn't."

"Does that mean you forgive me?"

"Mm."

Across the hallway, I was aware of Mrs. Peake (fitting name since all she did was peek out at people) peering through her door. She crowed, "cut him some slack, girl. Make him work for it, but cut the boy some slack."

The boy. My shoulders shook with silent laughter and Lucifer glared her way.

"The buildup to makeup sex is always good." She just kept going. "You'll have one he'll of an–"

"Thank you," I interrupted her loudly, swallowing my laughter. "I got it, Mrs. P."

With an abrupt nod and cluck of her tongue, her door clicked shut and Lucifer kissed me again, fingers searching blindly for the handle. His lips were soft and demanding against mine, the cold metal on his finger against my cheek.

"Laya," he breathed against my mouth. Urgency bled into the once gene kiss.

He finally found the handle, letting us both fall into the warm apartment.

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* translations

Inshallah basically means God's willing or like, hopefully it will happen (ngl though, we sometimes use it in an ironic manner)

The loong arabic phrase translates to "you can play with donkeys but don't be angry when you get covered in shit."

I'm not arab, so I did use a translator for the Arabic, please tell me if the arabic is inaccurate so I can fix it.

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nose-nippin-fun · 2 months

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I just adore the idea of Lucifer bonding with various hotel members.

Angel teaching him pole dancing as a fun exercise to get him out of depressive funks.

Husk shooting the shit over drinks and letting him talk out his complex feelings surrounding Lilith.

Letting Niffty inspect new creations (mostly ducks) for any blemishes and gifting her a little roach duck as thanks.

Going for flights with Vaggie and listening intently to stories of everything he’s missed with Charlie to try and understand his daughter better (and also teasingly asking when the wedding is).

Bonus points if Alastor sees him pole dancing and is like:

#ngl I’m gonna write a one shot fic about the pole dancing classes #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #radioapple

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ohbother2 · 2 months

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Hi! I don't know if you write for Adam, but this man has me in an unholy choke hold and I've literally read through all the Adam fics on this site already. I am begging, on my hands and knees, for you to please write an Adam x female reader smut oneshot. Literally anything you want.

I absolutely loved your Lucifer close proximity fic btw!! You're writing is literally insane and I just know you'd do Adam's character justice!

Thank youuuu

Thank you!! Sorry this is coming out so long after you sent it in, but hope you guys enjoy!

Also to other ppl reading this! I've seen your lovely messages in my inbox and I 100% intend on responding to them I'm just swamped with Uni work at the moment. But thank you all so much!!

This is literally pure smut btw, minors DNI!! Adam is very Adam in this. Lmk what you guys think I love to hear your thoughts! Especially because Adam is so hard to write!

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Adam x f!reader - After a Shitty Meeting with the Blond Short-Stack

To put it bluntly, Adam had had a particularly shitty day, and that was saying a lot considering there were absolutely no bad days in heaven. This day, however, had seemed to drag on for an eternity, and by the end of it he felt like punching a whole through every window that he walked past on his way home from work, having to walk instead of fly because he was too furious to trust his wings not to give out on him if he became too lost in thought.

To summarise, he had had to meet Lucifer today, the pompous, prideful, wife-stealing piece of short-blonde-shit that lorded about Hell as if he wasn’t banished there purposefully for his sins. The meeting wasn’t in person, with him attending from Heaven and Lucifer attending from Hell, but simply being within any sort of presence of the blond gnome had his blood boiling and his fingers itching to grab the nearest weapon and shove it through his chest. And today, well, Lucifer had gone too far.

Sure, Adam may have started it with some comment about Lucifer’s daughters failing redemption-business, and how the timer was ticking until the upcoming extermination, but really, who was Lucifer to dare let your name spill from his lips? In a mockery of your and Adam’s relationship no less.

That self-entitled little shit-eating smirk had graced Lucifer’s ridiculously rosy cheeks, and he had dared insinuate he could steal you right from under Adam’s nose the next time you went down to Hell, just like his two previous wives. He was thankful for his mask which had concealed the utter shock-horror that had overtaken his features at the insult, but he also wished Lucifer would have seen his absolute unbridled hatred once he had rebounded from the insult: if looks could have killed, Lucifer would have been incinerated on the spot. The comment had riled Adam up so much that Lute had had to step in to steer the meeting back on track, and it had taken all of his self-control, and Lute’s, to stop him from immediately teleporting down to Hell and blasting Lucifer to whatever the fuck came after Hell. He grumbles to himself angrily, hand rubbing at his temples as he finally reaches his front door. God, he just wanted to have a drink and go to bed, where hopefully he would dream about murdering Lucifer and lording it up with you above his grave. Maybe you guys could make out right next to his grave, that would really prove a point.

He slams the front door shut harsher than he should have, and immediately storms through the house, desperate to just see you in one of the rooms – he’d even break into the bathroom even if you were mid-shit if he had to, he just had to see you.

“Babe?” He calls, wings tucked tightly against his back as he prowls the corridor, poking his masked head into each room he came across, finally relaxing when he saw you relaxing with a book curled up in the loveseat in the living room.

“Adam!” You grin over at him, and the tension in his shoulders shifts at the sight, releasing a tight breath as you perk up as he approaches, tucking your bookmark back into place and waiting for him expectantly. Of course you would be here, he reprimands himself, furious that Lucifer could get to him in such a way; where else would you be? “How was your day? You had that meeting right? Did it go well?” You rapid-fire your questions, and you suddenly frown as he approaches. “You’ve still got your mask on, it didn’t go well.”

“Yes, hello sugar, it’s nice to see you too, damn.” He mutters, frustrated at himself for being so easy to read, and frustrated at you for reading him so easily, finally coming to a stop before you. “Can’t a man just wear his cool-ass mask? I just forgot, okay?”

“You can do anything you please, I’m just worried.” You look up at him sympathetically, and he immediately knew his tough-guy act was immediately lost on you. Who was he kidding? Today had been particularly shit, and he just wanted to be with you. Not to ease his worries, no, no, he was secure in his relationship, confident in his charm (he was fucking Adam, who could compare?) but just… because he wanted to be with you.

He wasn’t even convincing himself.

“Want to talk about it?” You ask softly, watching as he tugs the mask from his face and places it against the coffee table. His hair was a mess, and you could see the way his brows pinched into a light frown as he attempted to hide his frustration.

“Fuck no.” He shakes his head. “You’re right, the meeting went shitty. That pompous little prick-“ He cuts himself off, pursing his lips lightly as he stares down at you. He didn’t want to tell you what Lucifer had said. He knew you wouldn’t suddenly act on what he had said, but still, he daren’t even breathe the possibility into existence. “I just want to be home, with you.”

“I think I can help with that.” You grin, shuffling over on the love seat and staring up at him expectantly, an absolutely lovely smile on your rosy lips.

"What would I do without you?" Adam questions, sitting down next to you heavily and leaning in for a proper kiss. One of his large hands falls to your waist as he leans in closer, your back leaning against the arm of the armrest as he approaches, slender fingers weaving into the locks at the nape of his neck to hold him closer. He pulls away for a moment, pressing heavy kisses against your jawline, eyes closed to the world and enjoying the feeling of your fingertips against the nape of his neck.

"Is there anything else I could help with?" You utter softly, head tilting back to expose your neck. A sudden grin takes over your features. You were about to play with fire, but you couldn't help yourself. "Perhaps give Lucifer a talking to?"

"Why," he growls, pressing one last kiss beneath your ear before he pulls back, both hands falling to your twisted hips. "would you mention that old fucks name when I have my lips against you."

"Just trying to help." You bats your eyelashes playfully, a laugh escaping you at his furrowed expression.

"I seem to recall you saying 'anything I please' not only five minutes ago." He leans closer, a hand grasping the armrest you leant against, caging you in with a devilish grin. "This is how you can help. Distract me."

"Adam!" You mock, palms sliding up his biceps and resting against his chest as you lean further back, further from his lips. His eyes narrow in frustration. "I fear you have misunderstood-"

"You know exactly what you were doing, babe."

A flash of pearly white teeth as you laugh again, fingers pulling at his lapels to drag him closer. "I'm afraid I don't."

His lips cover yours as a hand slides beneath you, a hand grasping firmly at your ass as he sucks all air from your lungs, a moan rewarding his efforts. Adam moans as a hand tugs at his locks, pulling your waist closer as he bores down, a knee sliding up your skirt and forcing your legs to part, falling freely without encouragement. Your red silk skirt bunches up around your waist, guided by his hands to expose your milky thighs to the cool air. You gasp against him.

"You going to be good for me?" He mumbles against your lips, large hands guiding your hips, thigh rubbing at your heat through the thin layer of your underwear. "You going to be a good girl and distract me?"

You hum in response, vocalising your pleasure as his tongue slides into your mouth, not even bothering to put up a fight as Adam hungrily licks into your mouth, grip forcing your hips to shift against his own as you grasp at his biceps.

"You’re such a fucking tease." He moans between kisses to your skin, hands tugging fabric from your collarbone as he kisses lower. "If I wasn’t as generous, I’d make you do all the work tonight." He presses another deep kiss to your lips, caging you between his arms and nestling between your parted thighs. "Lucky for you I’m fucking pissed."

"Adam." You groan quietly, eyes fluttering as he licks his way down the column of your throat, teeth grazing your hot skin as he yanks your top down your shoulders. He doesn’t bother unhooking your bra, splitting it down the middle with a grin and ignoring your complaints with a harsh bite into the skin of your breast. Adam grins against your reddening skin as his free hand comes up to grip your other breast, rolling the bud tightly between his fingers as he sucks and bites around the swell of your breast. He groans at the feeling of your hands gripping his broad shoulders, fingers edging closer and closer to his wings, hips rolling forward and cock twitching in his garments. He delves forward, warm mouth wrapping around a pert nipple without warning, Adam pays you no mind when you gasp at a particularly hard nip, suckling hungrily as his left-hand travels lower to press your hips up and against him. Your head lolls back as he groans around your bud, thrusting his hips against your clothed core. He continues, on and on, until the pained groans turn into pleasured whines, your thighs quivering around his hips and hands carding through his locks.

He pulls away for air, pressing sloppy kisses along the wet skin at your chest. "Look at you, I’ve not even touched you and you’re whining like a bitch." He groans, pressing a kiss to the swollen nipple pinched between his fingers. "I know I’m good, but this is pitiful babe. Fucking desperate.”

You had half a mind to remind him that he was the one that had stormed into your living room and practically demanded you attention after a shitty day, but with his mouth against you and hands gripping your thighs like his life depended on it, you were happy to remain silent, breathing airily as he sucked harshly at your skin.

“I’d be a pretty shitty husband if I just left my wife like this, huh?"

“Adam-“ You go to warn at his mockingly coy tone, him having played this hard-to-get game before and leaving you wanting until it was actually you desperate for his touch, and not the other way around. This time, however, he didn’t have the patience for such games, your voice dying with a hitch of breath as he latches onto your other nipple, free hand travelling beneath your skirt to the damp spot growing against your underwear. He circles the damp fabric, feather-light and teasing, not yet touching the place you craved the most.

"Adam, baby," You breath heavily, chest heaving as he continues to lavish a pert nipple with his tongue, hands tugging at his robe and sliding down the smooth skin of his chest. "Adam, please."

With a harsh nip he unlatches from your chest, peering down at you with dark eyes, the gold barely glinting in the dim light of the room, breathing heavy. A smirk tugs at his lips, brunet locks falling in front of his eyes as you continue to work yourself against his thigh, wide eyes shining and whining pathetically.

"Please, what?" He shifts, clothed cock pressing harshly against your groin, rutting once, twice. "Fuck you? Make you feel good? Feel better than anyone else ever could?” He rolls his hips again, you whimper. "Or, please stop? Leave you in this state? Return to my duties?"

"No, no- please," your breath hitches as he bites at the soft mound of flesh below your right nipple, a trail of red and purple left behind as he nips lower. "Please, fuck me." Your hands finally dig into his wings, close to where they joined at his back, fingertips digging into the feathers and tugging lightly. You can feel the way his hands tighten either side of your ribcage, and you can see the way his pupils dilate as a red hue creeps up his neck and flushes the skin of his cheeks.

"Fuck," he moans, cock twitching in his breaches. His thumbs dig into your abdomen as his hands clench against your hips, stopping you from moving against him. God, this was exactly what he needed after this shitty day. You must have been some sort of Saint in disguise. "You fucking tease, fucking hands in my-“ He has to stop when you tug again, and he glowers down at you as your nails scratch their way down the centre of his golden wings, the tips twitching as he tries to remain in control.

“Oh yeah, baby? That's how you want to do this?" His voice had deepened to the familiar gravelling husk that you loved so dearly, and you can do nothing but nod fervently, the sound going straight to your core. You knew exactly what you were doing toying with his wings, and he knew just as well as you what that meant. Adam takes in the sight before him; the heaving chest, the perfect slender column of your exposed throat, the exposed milky-white of your spread thighs, the wide glossy eyes just pleading for him to move. He breathes deeply at the way your skirt bunches around your waist, your whole body on show except from a pathetic soaking pair of underwear. "Fucking perfect."

A rough hand suddenly against your throat has you falling boneless against the armrest, eyes rolling as Adam’s fist tightens, his wings twitching upwards as your hands fall to noncommittally pry at his fingers around your neck.

"Hng, please-" You rasp, spreading your legs as far as the backrest of the loveseat would allow, hands clenching into the fabric of the sofa beneath you.

"You'll get fucked," Adam whispers harshly against your ear, free hand sliding your ruined pants down your thighs. "but not until I'm done with you."

"Adam-"

"It’s been a fucking shitty day," he begins, a singular finger sliding between your folds and gathering the wetness that had gathered. You whine, straining against his hold on your neck. "and the one thing that’s gotten me through it is knowing I get to come home to this perfect piece of ass." He grins, feeling your pussy clench at the tip of his finger. "So I’m taking my fucking time with you."

A singular finger finally enters your swollen, aching, core, mouth falling open in a silent moan at the contact, finally. The sounds that echo around the room are obscene, wet and thick as his fingers curl, digging against that sweet spot inside of you.

"You hear that, sweety?" Adam murmurs mockingly against your lips, the pet-name dripping with irony as he kisses down harshly, a kiss you could only hope to keep pace with, never mind reciprocate. "You fucking filthy girl." A second enters, easily, coated in your slick within seconds as he draws moans from your lungs. He leans back, watching you flush and gasp beneath his hands, fingers pulling non-comically at the fist he had around your neck. A third finger enters, and this time, he feels the stretch.

"God, Adam-" You squeal, hips raising from the loveseat as he continues, the sinful sounds only getting louder and louder. You moan with every thrust of his fingers, hands gripping at the material of your shirts beneath you. You groans at the fiery pain in your walls, but your eyes roll at the pleasure that had started to build.

"So fucking wet, and all it took was the thought of being with me. At least you know how lucky you are babe, fuck-" His grip tightens around your neck, a fourth finger entering, and you scream, or would have if you had the oxygen to. A pathetic choking wail comes from your throat, and you clench tighter around his digits, hips chasing his hand with every thrust.

"I'm- I'm going to-" You sob as he picks up his pace, the sounds omitting from you downright sinful. Your thighs shake as your body goes rigid, mouth falling open in a silent scream.

Adam doesn't stop, eyes trained on his wife's face as you come undone beneath his fingers, hips jerking wildly as he thrusts and curls inside of you. It is only when your eyes flutter and legs fall slack that he stops, pulling his hand out from between your thighs with a sickening pop, fluid coating his hand and your inner thighs.

You blink heavily, gasping for breath as you finally return to your surroundings, feeling devastatingly empty but more than satisfied. Adam barely gives you a moment before he’s kissing you deeply, teeth tugging at your swollen lips and a hand winding into your hair to tug your head exactly where he wanted you. He doesn’t break the kiss as he scoops you into his arms, your hands grasp at his neck and shoulders as he carries you towards the bedroom.

He throws you down roughly on the edge of the side of the bed, shucking off his robe, trousers and pants quickly, hard and weeping cock springing free, red and painful at the neglect, balls heavy and painfully sensitive. You wiggle out of your red skirt, kicking it onto the floor as Adam clambers over you, knees pressed against the mattress. He slides his hand along your inner thighs, which part without question, gathering the wetness that coated them. He pumps his cock lazily, once, twice, abs clenching as he breathes deeply.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good you forget that cunts name.” He mutters more to himself, and it takes you a moment to realise who he was talking about. Ah, he hadn’t taken your comment about Lucifer earlier well. He never did. You can’t help but feel excited, as exhausted as you already were, Adam always got so competitive after a comment like that, and you always left the situation just as smug and satisfied as Adam felt. “Hope you haven’t got any important shit tomorrow, babe,” He comments, leaning over you and shrouding your smaller form with his large body, grinning down at you with a wickedness better suited to hell than heaven. “because it’ll be a miracle if you can walk.”

"You’re talking an awful lot." You comment, but your panting doesn’t give it the mocking you were hoping for. His wings flatten when your comment registers, and the golden feathers bristle as you continue. “You’ve yet to actually fuck me, I wonder if Lu-“

Without warning he thrusts forward, groaning hotly against your throat as his wings raise. You whine at the stretch, and your hands quickly burrow back into his wings as he bullies his way into you, forcing himself down to the hilt and not allowing you time to adjust. “Don’t you fucking dare say his name.” He hisses against your throat, biting at the skin harshly. He draws back, tip resting just inside your opening, and then surges forward, burying himself to the hilt, setting a brutal, staggering pace. You whimper in pain and pleasure at the abrupt pace, but fall into it as he thrusts, legs winding around his hips and anchoring him in place.

Adam groans into your skin with every thrust, unabashed and unashamed, the wet warmth between your thighs melting away his worries. His fingers dig painfully into the divots of your hips.

"You're my girl, no one else’s, my fucking girl." He groans, balls slapping against your ass as he thrusts, seizing your thighs and pushing them up towards your chest, folding you in half and giving you no choice but to breath and take it. "Clearly I’ve not been doing my job if you’ve had time to think about him, don't worry baby, I'll fix that."

"Adam," You moan at the new angle, his cock hitting that special spot inside with every thrust, legs shaking with every thrust. "please, please, please, I don’t-"

"Fucking slut, begging for my cock." He punctuates his sentence with a particularly hard thrust that has you keening, back arching from the crumpled bedsheets.

Suddenly, without warning, he pulls out completely and your high dissipates violently as you gasp and shoot upright, trying to tug him back down by his wings. "No, no, please-"

Large rough hands grab at your body as you are flipped around, hands scrambling for purchase and legs like jelly as you’re repositioned, locks falling into your face as Adam thrusts back in, hands gripping your hips as he pounds.

"You wanna act like a slut?" He drills his cock into you from behind, large hand pushing at your tail bone to force your back to arch. You comply easily, and you’re rewarded with a fist grabbing at the globe of your ass and slamming you back towards him with painful force. "I'll fuck you like a slut."

A tender hand runs up the column of your spine and you shiver, gasping into a moan as he gathers your hair in one tight fist and yanks.

"Oh! Oh Adam-"

Every slap of your ass with his hips has your head lurching back with the grip he has on your hair, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he thrusts, the harsh sound of slapping skin filling the room.

"Adam, ‘s too much," Your moans cut your sentence short, fists gripping the bed sheets as he pounds relentlessly, scalp stinging and pussy aching at the unforgiving stretch. "Please, I can't-"

"You fucking can." He growls, releasing your hair and shoving your head forward with a hand at the back of your neck, leaning forward to place wet kisses at the centre of your spine as he thrusts down. "I’m not done with you, so you're gonna fucking take it."

You moan pathetically into the bed sheets, fingers curling into the fabric either side of your head as your pussy throbs, a familiar searing heat coiling in your abdomen and tingling along your spine.

"We’re not done until you get that you’re mine, my bitch, and no one else can give you this, understand?" His large hands anchor themselves at your waist as he thrusts impossibly harder, sweat beginning to bead down his chest and stomach. No doubt bruises would be left behind, the thought of your perfect flesh, your perfect ivory skin, marred by his fingerprints only drives him further, his balls beginning to tighten.

"I'm- I'm - wait!" Adam doesn't listen to his wife's pleas, supporting your shaking hips with his large hands as he fucks you into the mattress, grinning past his exertion at seeing your thighs begin to quiver.

Your cracked voice mewls into the bedsheets as your second orgasm builds, panting pathetically as you brace yourself, tears of pleasure beginning to stream down your cheeks.

"Good fucking girl." Adam groans, feeling his own orgasm build, cock twitching within your walls. "Does my bitch finally get it? Huh?” Your lack of response doesn’t please him, and one of his large hands slaps the globe of your ass painfully as he continues his brutal pace. ‘'you gonna take it?"

"Please!" You finally wail, pussy clenching at the sheer anger in his voice, and beneath all the brovado, the desperation to know he’s doing a good job. And by God he was doing a phenomenal job. "So fuckin’ good Adam. I’m yours- yours.” You choke into the mattress when you feel his grip tighten against your hips, his hips stuttering at the praise. “Don’t stop. Adam, please, please-"

You wail pathetically, second orgasm crashing over you as you convulses beneath Adam’s cock, toes curling, legs only propped up with his large hands as you cry. “So, f-fuck– good.”

"Fuck." Adam groans as his own orgasm hits, balls tightening as he thrusts again and again, jerking uncontrollably as he empties inside of you, pumping his hips desperately. You can feel the air around you shift as his wings twitch, flapping powerfully with the concentration he pours into his final few thrusts, impossibly deep and hard as his arms flex against your lax figure. "Ah." He grunts, thrusting once, twice, collapsing on top of his shaking wife, cock buried to the hilt. His sweaty forehead presses between your shoulder blades, breathing hotly against your damp skin as you breathes shakily beneath him, catching your own breath as the aftershocks of your orgasm course through you.

"Fuckin’ perfect." Adam mutters gruffly against your skin, kissing tenderly as he straightens, hands landing on the globe of your red ass, slowly pulling his cock from you with a hiss. He watches with dark eyes as his cum gathers at your entrance, pushing a small trickle back in with a slick finger, causing you to gasp in surprise.

Large hands, far gentler than they had been mere moments ago, grasp your waist and manoeuvre you around, laying your panting frame back onto the edge of the bed. Adam leans down to kiss you sweetly, rough hands grabbing a thigh each and pulling them up towards your chest as he leans, tongue slipping into your mouth and licking into your cavern as he repositions, a soft sigh falling from your lips and your hands dangling leisurely from his broad shoulders.

He pulls back from the kiss, and you watch him with hooded eyes, unaware of the position you had found herself in until a thick cock-head presses at your weeping entrance once again. You look up, still panting, and Adam cannot help but feel utterly devoted to the sight in front of him, cock twitching back to full capacity; your cheeks shining from the tears that had spilled, lips puckered and swollen and invitingly red from the way he had nipped at them, the smattering of bruises that decorated your neck and chest. You were truly a vision, not a holy one, but absolutely divine to him.

"Adam, wait - I can't." You whimper breathily, hips pulling away from his cock. Too sensitive, too raw. Despite your reservations, Adam can see the way you breathe in suspense, the way your fingers flex against the bedsheets in anticipation. Hell, you weren’t even trying to close your legs in his grasp. You really shouldn’t have mentioned Lucifer’s name if you didn’t want this. He was nowhere near done.

"No?" He questions sarcastically, hands still pinning your thighs to your chest, golden eyes staring deeply into your own. "Looks to me like you can still talk back, that won’t do babe." Hands still grasping your milky thighs, Adam leans down, grinning before pressing a soft kiss right against your clit. You jerk, a cry falling from your lips. "Come on, sugar, you’re really tapping out so soon?" He rubs his cock against your folds, his cum coating his own flared tip, and your pussy flutters around him; you hiss out a whine. "What a shitty husband I’d be if I left you wanting, and from the look of you, I know you’re not done." He rubs his cock against you again, balls gathering the cum that had dribbled from your opening. You look up at him fervently, and you can see the determination in his heated gaze, and oh how that look had your core tightening as he leant impossibly closer. "Is my wife really done? I think she can take one more, one more, for me."

You groan as he enters again, slowly, cock dragging against your slicked walls, and a squelch emitting from your conjoined bodies as he finally bottoms out again. Your legs twitch in his hold, and he grinds his hips, fighting the urge to thrust.

Your mouth hangs open silently, eyes fluttering at the stretch to your over-sensitive core. Your nails tear at his shoulders uselessly, trying to distract yourself from the all-consuming pleasure, and the delightful sting has Adam clenching his jaw as he tries to remain composed. You can hear the shuddering breath he takes as he fights his instincts, pulling back just as slowly as he had entered, until the weight of his cock presses just inside your opening, and then thrusts back in, setting a slow, steady, hard pace.

He recaptures your lips in a searing kiss, biting at your lip until you allow him to snake his way inside, sucking the little air from your lungs as he pants into you, brows furrowed in concentration as he fucks into you with his hips and licks into your mouth hungrily. This time, he allows your hands to dig into his wings from the start, his own hands remaining perched on your thighs and pinning you down to take his harsh thrusts. He grunts when your fingertips delve back into the ruffled feathers, stretching them out beneath your touch and covering your body possessively beneath his larger frame.

"S-Shit babe.” He groans between thrusts, pace increasing silently. You can do nothing but moan pathetically, pussy aching and throbbing as your fingers dig deeper into his wings, and his shoulders tense at the intense pleasure that sparks all along his spine. "Fucking careful.” He tries to battle back his control that had begun to slip, and decides insulting you would mask the way your simplest of touches nearly had him finishing then and there. “F-fucking whore."

You simply groan, eyes rolled into the back of your head and hands blinding searching for purchase as that tight coil begins to wind in your abdomen, hips beginning to shift against his quickening thrusts. Your voice pitches and cracks as he pummels that special spot inside of you, and your hands clench into fists in his wings. "Oh God- Adam, right there, fuck – so fucking good."

“I know baby, I’m fucking good, I know.” He grits through clenched teeth, ever the egoist. Despite his parroting of the compliments as if they were simple facts, the compliments go straight to his head and his cock, and something in his chest tightens at the way you continue to babble his praises.

A particularly hard thrust has you gasping. "Adam, you’re so- so-" You couldn’t finish the sentence, but he got the message, and nearly cums with his next thrust, biting into your collarbone to distract himself from the praise.

Adam groans, balls already beginning to tighten. He yanks you closer as you continue to beg, forcing you in half as he pounds into you, cum spilling from around his cock as he thrusts again and again, your thighs slick with it.

"Adam, please." You pant, all air forced from your lungs as he drills into you over and over again, pussy struggling as Adam’s cum is forced from inside you to make room for his cock. "I'm all yours."

"Fuck, baby." He groans, balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. He releases your right thigh, free thumb pressing into your swollen clit and rubbing hard. "Cum for me, I know you've got one more. One more and I'll fucking fill you, one more."

You shriek at the pressure on your clit, head thrown back as your legs shake. Chanting 'yes, yes, Adam, fuck.' between wails.

"You can take it, 'fuckin' take it."

He swallows your scream with a kiss when you finally tip over the edge, your hips shaking against his own as your stomach erupts in a fiery jolt of pleasure that travels from the tips of your toes to your fingertips, back arching from the bedsheets. Adam swears against your lips, nails almost breaking the skin of your thighs as he cums, shoulders and wings tense as he humps tightly, burying himself to the hilt and pressing as much of his weight onto you as he could.

"Fuck, there you go." He groans, thrusting lazily, pressing you into the bedsheets, all of his weight forced onto your hips. "There you go."

You moan pitifully as his cock fully burrows itself to its hilt, both hands coming up to cradle the back of Adam’s head and shoulders as he allows his full weight to rest on top of you, face pressed against the crook of your neck, soft lips gently mouthing against a blossoming hickey, hips finally ceasing their aborted thrusts. You wrap your legs loosely around his hips as his hands curl beneath you, resting flat against your spine and securing you in his embrace. You sigh at the new angle, finally able to breath fully, and relaxes into the sticky sheets below, allowing Adam to lick at the bruises covering your neck and chest.

"You okay, baby?" Adam mutters softly, voice still unusually deep and gravelly as he comes down from his high, warm palms sliding against your sticky skin in some semblance of comfort, blunt nails scratching a light comforting pattern against your skin. He lifts himself up lightly, still burrowed within, sweaty brunet locks falling across his face and tickling your forehead.

"Never better." You grin, exhausted and blissed-out, a familiar ache beginning to settle deep within, but uncaring for the discomfort after seeing the poorly-masked worried devotion in your husband's eyes. "You’re amazing, you know."

"I know.” He hums cockily, and you swat at his arm playfully as he grins. “I supposed you aren’t half bad, too.”

Your head tilts in mock-offence, but the exhaustion and complete and utter satisfaction cloaking your eyes has you looking seconds away from passing out, and he chuckles at the sight. He studies you for a moment, mapping the flush to your cheeks and chest, the fraying of your elegant hairdo, the wet streams on your cheeks and the puffiness of your lips. His eyes travel lower, following a stream of bruises that caress your ivory skin all the way down to where your bodies conjoin. His eyes flicker back up and he grins cheekily, unapologetic and somewhat proud.

With a comforting pat to your thighs, Adam leans down for a far more tender kiss, grunting against you as he removes himself from you, dick falling free as he clambers up the bed and carefully tugs your spent body along with him, nestling you tightly into his side as his wings drape off both edges of the bed. He grunts, tugging you further onto his chest, and you giggle as you swing your arms around his chest and neck, cheek pressed against his shoulder and his own pressed against the top of your head, strong arms encircling your waist and pinning you close.

“I should rant to you more about my shitty days if you’re willing to cheer me up like this.” He grumbles to himself, eyes closed as he breathes deeply, and you feel the rumble of his chest beneath you. “I can feel you looking at me. Shut your mouth and enjoy the moment unless you want to piss me off again.”

“I didn’t even piss you off in the first place,“ You defend, rolling your eyes playfully at him. “but if you fuck me like that when you’re angry I’ll have to get you angry more often.”

“You want to go again?” Adam questions deftly, the exhausted surprise yet underlying giddiness in his voice almost making you laugh, if not for the fact that you were utterly and completely spent.

“No, no, I’m more than happy. I was going to say we should shower.”

He ‘humphs’ like a child, heavy arms not moving as you try to wriggle away from his grasp to begin running the shower. “What’s the rush? Give me ten minutes.”

“We’re disgusting.”

“Five minutes.” He mutters, rightening his hold on your waist. “You never know, in those five minutes you might want to go again, and then we’d save having to wash ourselves again, save the water bill and all that shit, y’know?”

“You’re disgusting.”

“You married me.” He backhands childishly, pulling you in closer to his chest. “So that we can be disgusting together. Now shush and stop talking, I was enjoying the moment.”

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cryptidghostgirl · 2 months

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Lovely (Lucifer x Reader)

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Description: Lucifer had heard rumor of the demon with the ability to alter people's memories. Y/n was a marvel and he had her wrapped right around his pinky.

Warnings: Same angst, new target.

Word Count: 1,631

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A/N This fic is inspired by Spud Cannon's song Lovely. Also don't mind me and my silly little Latin obsessed brain (Lucifer translates to light bringer and is a combination of the latin verb ferre, to bring, and lux, light. I fuck around with that in this.)

That was what had drawn her to him first: the elegance. Lucifer was a graceful man, a beautiful man, a terribly sad person. In retrospect, that should have been Y/n's sign to take a step back but, it is always so difficult to find the right path in the moment. He had seemed so utterly heartbroken, because, as she now knew, he was so utterly heartbroken, and Y/n had thought: maybe I can help?

Her motivations had just been that at first, helping. It wasn't her fault that he was charming and funny and did things that made her want to be more than friends with him with such alarming regularity that it felt like her life was the worst rollercoaster at an amusement park. The one with eight billion sharp turns and uncomfortable seats that left rider's tailbones bruised. It was almost too much to bear.

Lucifer had heard rumors of the demon who had been gifted with the ability to alter people's memories. It had never been gossip that had interested him much until Lilith had left. Suddenly, his mind had felt like a curse. In the throws of despair, he had looked for her, hunted her down. It hadn't take long, he was Lucifer after all. When he was the one asking the questions, few dared to defy.

The shop was a hole in the wall, drenched in the smell of incense and covered in crystals and other odd objects of curiosity. Lucifer could've sworn he recognized the imp horns on the wall but, ignored it. He was there for a reason and asking questions like that were not the path to his end goal.

The demon herself, the famed mystery, was statuesque. She had sat her table in the back of the shop, draped in jewelry made of bones and gold. She had gifted him the first session free of charge.

In order to keep the pain at bay, Lucifer had been required to come to her shop at least once a month. Y/n was a comfort to him, he associated her with the feeling of relief. The two became fast friends.

"Light bringer." she would beckon him in with a smile, "Still counting those forget-me-nots?"

She spoke to him in Latin, in his first eternal language. She weaved images in the air with the smoke from her fires. She was amazing, a miracle worker. Lucifer was grateful for her, for her skill.

Y/n knew the truth behind it. She tried to ignore it, tried to still her raging heart. She knew it was doomed, had seen with her own eyes the way he was still so in love with someone else. Still, when he had asked her on that first date, a year into them knowing one another, she hadn't been able to bring herself to refuse. He had been so sweet, so earnest, so cheesy. He had asked her to be his and she had told him the truth: she already was.

It was a constant state of denial, one big, overwhelming lie she convinced herself was true. In the beginning, Lucifer had been a doting partner. He surprised her with flowers, he always tried to make her smile. It had all stopped the day she had told him she couldn't use her gift on him anymore.

"Why not?" he has asked, alarmed.

"Because, Ferende Lucem (man bringing light), it's not healthy. I can't make things go away forever, just hide them. You still need to deal with them eventually."

Y/n had thought it was time, had figured that two years of dating and three years of knowing one another would be enough. She had been wrong. Lucifer had ceased in his affections in all but name. No longer was she whisked away to the palace, no longer did she wake to one of his creations on her bedside table.

After about a month, she had decided to take things into her own hands. She refused to recede into the gaps he was creating, refused to just let this all go. Y/n loved him, truly. She wouldn't let the love die without a fight.

The palace guards knew her well, had let her in without question. After some searching, Y/n had found Lucifer locked away in his office. The place smelled of despair. He didn't turn from his empty desk at the sound of the door opening.

"Light Bringer." Y/n hummed softly, rapping a knuckle on the already open door, "Counting your forget-me-not's?"

She hadn't asked him that in years, not since before they had gotten together. He lifted his head from his hands, looking over his shoulder just the slightest bit.

"Malefica (witch)." he replied, his voice low and hollow.

Y/n smiled softly at the pet name and entered the room, letting the door stand open in her wake. She approached him, wrapping her arms around his tired shoulders and pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

"Please." Lucifer's voice cracked, "Please take them from me. It's too much, they're too heavy."

Y/n didn't reply, simply nestling her chin into his hair.

"Y/n, please."

"You know I can't do that." she sighed, "It's not healthy."

"This is what is not healthy."

Y/n let go of him and turned his chair so they faced one another. She kneeled down on the ground before him, clasping his hands in her own. His eyes were ringed with red. In that moment, they weren't a fallen angel and a demon, they were just two people. Two people in love and two people housing broken hearts they lied to themselves to stitch back together.

"Lucifer." her eyes searched his face.

It was rare she called him by his true name. The gravity of the moment clung to their skin.

"Lucifer, what am I to you?"

He looked away. Y/n sighed, her heart cracking straight down the middle within the confines of her chest.

"Can I..." she cleared her throat, steeling her nerves, "Am I ever going to be what you're looking for?"

Lucifer's eyes snapped back to Y/n.

"You are what I'm looking for." he insisted, taking his trembling hands from hers and cupping them gently around her face, "You, Y/n, are my sweet little magician, my salve."

"My magic is, you mean."

Lucifer had always been a terrible liar. It was one of the things Y/n loved about him, the way the truth bubbled to the surface of his being. Right now, she wished he could be the best liar on the planet, the best in all of Hell. Right now, she wished she could've been born blind.

Y/n got to her feet, Lucifer's hands hanging in the air where they had held her last. There was no more running, no more hiding from the truth. This was the precipice, the breaking point, the fall.

"You're my salve." he repeated again, his voice soft and sounding like he was trying to convince himself of the fact as much as he was trying to get through to her.

"Don't lie to me." Y/n demanded, tears pressing behind her eyes, "Don't. Just... just don't."

Oh how she wished she could turn back time, set the clocks to zero.

"You never loved me, did you?"

The question hung unanswered in the air. Y/n had known it for a long time, had known it since the beginning to be perfectly honest but saying it out loud made it all the more real. She was dazed, spinning, out of control.

"You don't love me."

"I wish I could. I'm..."

Y/n scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest and holding back tears. She looked away.

"I'm sorry."

"I'll see myself out, I guess."

She hoped he'd call out for her, run after her into the hallway, ask if they could try again could start over. Of course Lucifer did no such thing.

For all the things she had helped her clients forget over the years, Y/n understood them even more now than she ever had before. It was complicated. Now she was going to have to reshape her life. If she ever saw him in the street, it would be her duty to pretend she didn't know him. The memories spawned the terror of potential futures, dreams where things worked out, where everything was okay. They sent her mind reeling.

She had known, all along she had feared the worst and feared confirmation of her knowledge. That was the worst part, it hadn't even been a surprise. It had simply been just that, a confirmation of the truth.

The world caved in around her as she walked home, houses and shops and people all blurring together into something undistinguished and undefinable.

Lovely, that's what he was. In all his misfortune, in all his despair, in all his grace. Lovely but oh god, oh god he didn't love her. Not the way she wanted him to. Not the way she loved him.

Y/n pulled the curtains shut to her little shop, moving methodically and without thought. She sat down at the table in the back, before the pot of incense. She lit it.

Not once in all her years had she ever tried to do use her magic on herself. It seemed like a line in the sand, something utterly forbidden. Y/n shut her eyes.

When she reopened them, the world felt different. Time had passed, she could tell it had but her mind refused to give shape to the years.

"So this is what it must feel like." she mumbled aloud, noticing the remnants of her ritual spread out on the table before her, "I wonder what happened."

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katnisspeetaprim · 2 months

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Painting Lucifer's Nails

Lucifer Morningstar/Reader

Based on the above request! Requests are also open for Hazbin Hotel! Feel free to send some over!

Warning: None, just fluff and some kissing

Word Count: 508 Hazbin M.list

‘Ugh, Lucifer can’t you stop fidgeting for two seconds? I’m going to mess up.’ Your grip on his wrist tightened, effectively pinning his hand to the table.

‘But this takes so long though!’ He groaned out dramatically, throwing his free hand up in the air.

‘Oh hush!’ You yanked on his arm again, making him stumble in his seat ‘You’re the one who wanted them painted! Plus I’m almost done.’

‘Fine.’ Lucifer mumbled under his breath, leaning his chin against his free hand in defeat.

‘You should try another colour sometime, you know, something other than black.’ You smirked at him as he admired your work.

‘Ah and what would you suggest? Lime green? Hot pink? Rubber duck yellow maybe?’ He leaned across the table, giving you a sly grin. You returned his gaze and also leaned across the table so your faces were inches apart.

‘Well with a face as handsome as yours, you could pull anything off.’ You took your pointer finger and playfully stroked under his chin.

The two of you held each others gaze for a moment, before you both just burst out laughing.

‘Ok, enough with the corn.’ Lucifer wiped a tear of laughter from under his eye.

‘What? Can I not compliment my handsome, not to mention super sexy boyfriend?’ You fluttered your eyelashes as you teased your short king.

Lucifer suddenly appeared beside you, and pulled you to lean against him by your waist.

‘Ok. Maybe I like the compliments... Just a little.’ He smiled down at you, before leaning in an placing a soft kiss against your lips.

You relaxed into the kiss, before shooting your eyes open and abruptly pulling away.

‘You better not have smudged your nail polish!’ You grabbed his hand again and narrowed our eyes to inspect the paint.

Lucifer snorted with laughter once again.

‘Doll I’m the king of Hell! If I can’t get quick drying nail polish, then what god am I? He shrugged with a smirk again. You rolled your eyes. Of course he was smug over nail polish.

Noticing he was distracted, you took the opportunity to jab your fingers into his side.

‘Ah!’ Lucifer yelped out, doubling over from the ticklish sensation.

You doubled over in laughter, almost falling out of your seat.

‘Oh, you think that’s funny do ya?’ He grinned mischievously, before suddenly lunging towards you.

‘Ahh!’ You squealed, but managed to dodge out the way and run from the room, giggling as you went.

‘You think you can escape from me!?’ Lucifer gave chase, hot on your heels.

Charlie was happily minding her own business walking down the hotel hallway, when two figures sped past her on either side, making her scream and jump a mile.

‘Hi Charlie! Bye Charlie!’ Lucifer yelled over his shoulder, not stopping for a second to even look back.

It took a second for Charlie to compose herself, but when she did, se had a content smile on her face as she watched you and her dad.

‘I’m really happy for you, dad.’

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shapard · 1 month

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A Love tail that started with Jealousy ⛓️

Lucifer x GN!reader

A/n: Chapter 9 of "Feather of Fate" takes longer than I expected. So, I got a one shot/Scenario for my pookies who are waiting❤️

You fell in love with your dear friend Lucifer. Distancing yourself from him is hard but you had to do what you have to do.

Spoiler: It didn't work out the way you planned.

You sat at the reception in the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel.

You are the receptionist of this lovely place; well, you were forced by Alastor. The one who owns your very own Soul.

The time you spent in the Hotel was way better than you had expected.

The sinners were nice, beside Alastor, and Charlie is a cutie pie. And you don’t even want to start with Lucifer.

He was so pure and didn’t judge you in any way. He supported you more than anyone else did. Here in hell and on earth.

He was always there.

A real friend.

But Nothing good ever lasts long.

After weeks in this friendship, you found yourself stuck in this messed up feeling called love.

And it scared you.

He is the Royalty of Royalty.

He is the king of Hell.

It didn’t change the fact that you loved him with every part of your being.

You have to admit yourself that this feeling brings danger, danger to you but also to Lucifer.

Alastor could use you against him.

So, you distanced yourself from him.

It was bitter, a taste that never left your tongue. But you must protect yourself.

He only sees you as a friend. Nothing more.

As much as it hurts, at least you know before trying too hard. It was a fight between mind and heart.

You ached for him.

You wanted him to feel the same. But that’ll never happen.

You distracted yourself by going out to the club with Angel. Getting drunk to numb the growing ache and pain that swelled in your chest.

But even that didn’t last long, you longed for him. Just seeing him reminds you of your misery.

Love really is the greatest curse of them all.

Despite the fact that you two will never be and never will date around. Your heart still bloomed for Lucifer.

You are surprised as you see Lucifer in front of you.

you gulped hard and anxiety and love pumped up in your heart, down to your stomach. You felt sick.

“I Apologize that I have to disturb you from your work. But I couldn’t contact you for couple weeks. I’m worried.” He fiddled with his hat that rested in his hands, his pure golden hair was flowing with grace in the air.

Fuck You internally cursed.

“I-“ You stopped talking, your words caught up in your throat. It felt like a knot that gets larger with every breath you took.

To your savior the front door was slammed open, and a sinner entered the lobby.

His eyes searched through the room till they landed on you.

It is Mark, one of your recent dates.

Not him.

You broke contact with him. Mark was way too obsessed and wouldn’t stop touching you at places that are a no no.

He called out your name and tried jumping on you but Lucifer stepped between. Shielding whatever that guy wanted to do with you.

Mark fell with full force on the ground.

“Woahh. Let’s calm down, yeah?” Lucifer butted in and pushed Mark gently with his cane.

Lucifer was disgusted but also angry.

Mark jumped up pushing Lucifers cane off him in the process.

“I’m here to talk with them, not with you.” He growled at Lucifer and walked towards you in extreme speed.

Mark called out your name in a sang tone.

You stood up and wanted to flee from his embrace, but it was too late.

He cuddled you with much force on to him, his hand locked tightly on your ass.

You attempted to push him away from you, but his hold was way to strong.

Lucifer grabbed Mark on his collar throwing him off of you.

His horns were full on display and a bounce light was highlighting them in a beautiful way. His tail flicked from side to side, and he used his demonic voice to show off his dominance.

“Get the fuck off of them!” Lucifer was not playing.

The fact that a mere peasant jumped on you and touched you without consent was already a reason to kill him.

Mark disobeyed his own king and touched his Love was his death sentence.

Scared Mark ran away like a lost puppy but called you a Slut in the meantime.

So, Lucifer killed him.

Throwing Mark body in a dumpster near the Hotel.

With two seconds he was standing in front of you bowing in 90° and held your hand softly in his.

The blood from the sinner was still fresh on his Hands but you two didn’t care.

He kissed your hand softly and looked you deeply in your eyes with his snake like red Iris.

He knew that you were avoiding him the couple of weeks.

But now he was blinded with jealousy to even care about it.

“You’re mine. got it?”

💫

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ilikesillythings · 2 months

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Hiyaaa would be able to do a luciferxreader please?

" Just a bump in the road, I'm sure.. " Lucifer x Reader

Tws; mentions of violence, stalking, yandere Lucifer FLUFF

You and Lucifer had just gotten into a fairly.. bad argument. Usually you refrained from arguing with your lovely boyfriend, but..

He had seriously injured one of you friends for 'giving you lovey eyes'. At first it was just you expressing how you thought he was too overprotective, then he ended up admitting to stalking you. All the time. Yeah, not a good move on his end.

"Baby..?" You heard your boyfriend call from the other side of your shared room, voice laced with sorrow, and concern, "I'm.. really sorry, I was dumb- and.." he trailed off, and for a moment you swore you could hear him quiety weeping. With a sigh, you called out, "Come in."

Not even a minute passed before the door flung open, a desheviled, guilty looking Lucifer rushing in and throwing his arms around you, sobbing words of apology. "Oh, Luci'.." You mumbled, sighing softly

As much as you wished to remain upset with him -- how could you? He obviously felt like shit for beaking your trust, and was willing to make amends, of course you'd have to go through boundries.. but perhaps that could wait until you calmed your boyfriend down.

Gently, you pulled Lucifer into your lap, "Are-" He began, hiccuping, "Are you still mad at me..?" was his next words, spat out almost pathetically. But, it was that stupid charm that made you adore the fallen angel. "..Yes." you replied with a nod, "What you did.. everything, it was wrong, decietful, and creepy. But, I still love you."

Lucifer's eyes lit up at the last part of your words, "Oh, starshine!!" he exclaimed, kissing your cheek repeatedly, "I'll never stalk you again-- I swear, I swear!". You chuckled at his enthustastic reply, and he kissed your cheek a few more times, now grinning broadly

"How about I take you out somewhere nice!?" he suggested, clearly trying to 'redeem' himself, atone for his bad actions. You thought for a moment, "Hmm.. depends, where?"

For a second, Lucifer opened his mouth to speak, as if he already knew a place. "Crap.. I was gonna suggest Ozzie's, but you're a sinner.." he sighed, running a hand through his blond hair, "I don't really care where we go.. how about you cook something for me?" you returned, hopefully.

He gasped and in swift movements stood, eagerly nodding, before dashing off, out of the room.

Lucifer was a creepy, charming, pathetic man. But he was your creepy, charming, pathetic man, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Neither would you.

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ashriverr · 1 year

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You’re sitting on a couch, a glass of human world wine Barbatos ordered in your hand. The New Year’s party continues to be lively in the ballroom of Diavolo’s castle and you close your eyes, basking in the calm and quiet of the empty lounge. A fire is crackling in the fireplace in front of you. You slip into your thoughts and don’t notice the door open and close.

“It’s a wonder how you managed to slip away from my brothers unnoticed,” a voice like silk speaks from behind you. You open your eyes to see Lucifer make his way over to the couch and sit next to you. “Is everything alright?”

You ignore the fluttering in your stomach at his proximity and respond with a gentle smile, “A bit overwhelmed is all. A little more quiet time and I’ll be good to go.” You’re fully looking at Lucifer now, his eyes sparkling and his face glowing from the flames of the fire. You think about resting your head on his shoulder but refrain from doing so. Instead, you take a long sip of the alcohol.

“I’m afraid if you wait any longer, you’ll miss the true celebration.” You raise an eyebrow. “It’ll be midnight in two minutes.”

“Oh.” You bite your lip. You would love to be out there celebrating with the others when the clock chimes and announces the changing of a year, but your battery hasn’t filled up quite enough for the chaos that’d be sure to ensue. Besides, a part of you relishes the idea of celebrating with only Lucifer as selfish as it sounds. “That’s alright.” A silence falls over the both of you and you shift until you’re facing Lucifer. “So, Mr. Perfect,” he frowns at the nickname and you grin, “everyone always has some sort of resolution for the next year, but that’s lame. Got any regrets from this year?”

You can hear the party grow in volume and you hope your question will get the demon to stay with you. You even think, for a fleeting moment, how nice it would be if you two could share a kiss to start off the new year. Perhaps that sort of luck could stretch throughout the rest of the year. It’s a big wish for sure, but it could happen. Asmo always complains about how much attention Lucifer seems to give you compared to the others, but you always brush it off as it being his duty to make sure you’re having a good time in the Devildom for the sake of Diavolo. But maybe, just maybe, that attention means something else, something more.

Lucifer studies your face and you find yourself staring at his lips for far too long. Maybe you shouldn’t finish your drink. You can’t even remember how many glasses you’ve had already. Your gaze eventually moves to meet his as he answers. “Perhaps.” There’s a playful glint in his eyes and his lips are turned upwards in a smirk. You place your wine on the coffee table. He does the same and you rest your arm on the back of the couch and lean your head against your closed fist. Matching his energy, you say, “Oh really?” You have regrets? I feel like I should be reporting this to a news station.”

Lucifer laughs and your heart feels as if it’s going to explode. His laugh is low and solid, like it came straight from deep in his chest. It doesn’t last very long, your joke wasn’t even that funny in the first place, but it still electrifies you nevertheless. You find yourself laughing with him and before you know it, you have both leaned towards each other. You can feel that you’re tipsy, but your mind is still clear enough to make decisions and remember things. You know Lucifer is fine as well, but you can see a tinge of red dusting his cheeks, red that only shows up when he’s starting to drink a bit more demonus than he should be, but a light enough red that he’s still very much aware of his actions.

The party outside begins to countdown in sync and the two of you get lost in each other’s eyes.

“Would you really like to know?” Lucifer asks.

“You don’t have to tell me, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious.” You move your head off your hand and put it in your lap.

“I’ve always liked that about you. Your curiosity,” he begins.

“Though it does seem to always get you in trouble.”

You laugh lightly, confused at what he’s getting at. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

Lucifer’s eyes drop to your lips. And your body heats up.

“You wondered what my regret was this year, yes?”

“Uh-huh,” you reply, slowly. Your heart feels like it’s going to break free from your chest.

Lucifer’s hand cups your cheek and you notice that it’s gloveless. You feel yourself getting drunk off his presence. His natural scent mixed with the sweet smell of demonus overflows your nostrils and his warm hand slowly and gently pulls you closer towards him, his thumb brushing your cheek. His eyes are lidded and begin to close as he leans in and you follow.

The ballroom erupts in cheers as the clock strikes midnight. Lucifer whispers, his lips nearly touching yours, just loud enough for you to hear.

“I regret not kissing you sooner.” Your lips meet and you feel as if you’re flying in a sky full of stars.

His soft lips slot against yours perfectly and your hands slide up his chest until they’re resting on both of his cheeks as you eagerly return the kiss. Everything around you fades and you can only focus on the feeling of his lips against yours and his hand sliding to the back of your neck.

Eventually, you two part and rest your foreheads against each other.

“Happy New Year, Lucifer,” you breathe. Not even a second later, his lips are back on yours and you cannot wait for what the rest of the year has to offer.

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kurooblossom · 1 year

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cw: gn!reader, mentions of blood and injury, not proof read

Lucifer didn’t have the heart to tell Y/N their efforts were worthless. Admittedly, he did try when he first saw their smile drop when they had first seen him. Any effort to calm them and inform them of demon injuries were futile. In the end, he gave up and allowed the small human to drag him from the front door of their shared home to the bathroom connected to Y/N’s room. They mumbled something about theirs being closer before they started digging for the first aid kit Lucifer had given them early on. His crimson eyes followed them across the room, biting back the amused smile that dared to break out across his lips.

“I know you’re an powerful demon, but you need to be more careful,” Y/N lectured.

Angels and demons both had one attribute that humans did not. Regenerative healing. He knew the human knew about this fact, but seemingly had forgotten in the worried frenzy that they had slipped into upon seeing his blood stained clothes and bruised skin.

“There,” Y/N sighed, stepping back and admiring their work.

“Thank you, my dear,” Lucifer softly smiled, taking their hands into his own and pressed a kiss to their knuckles. “You did well.”

He chuckled, watching them bite back the proud smile that threatened to cross their lips. His clothed thumb ran gently across their skin as Y/N begun to ramble once more, unintentionally beginning their lecture once more. Lucifer merely sat back and listened.

He’d never admit it, but not only was Y/N adorable when they were worried, but he also enjoyed being taken care of every once in awhile.

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lovingkvinner · 1 year

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Divine payment.

Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Chapter (1/?)

God needs help, what will he give up to get it?

Warnings : none so far

“I want one of your angels then, as payment” Lucifer stated, their posture never faultering

God stared at the demon as if the unthinkable had just been uttered “what?! An angel in hell. Well its unheard of! No I won’t” They stepped back from Lucifer, offended at this.

Morningstar turned around and walked towards the balcony to gaze upon their subjects, their red robe flowing behind them like blood from a wound. “Well then I suggest you leave as you can not really be that in need of my help.” The wind brushed careless through their short hair as they let their eyes linger on every little fire and noose that decorated the landscape.

“Fine” God uttered through their teeth in fury. “Fine you can have an angel-“

Lucifer spun around to look at the divine being, a sparkle of delight and mischief was brewing in their eyes “I want your most innocent, with beautiful wings that are still white feathery like mine used to be and I want them to be pretty and kind and tall, not too short ! I don’t like people who are too short they make me feel monstrous and I like long hair, people who have long hair its fun to touch and I want them to be interesting so we have things to talk about-“ Lucifer went on talking almost as if getting an angel was like getting a puppy.

God cut them off “Lucifer, what on these divine planes are you going on about, I said you can have an angel I will chose which of my angels you will have. What do you even want one for anyway..”

Lucifer walked up to god, standing over them with their immense height “hell gets boring and dark, I want something pretty to look at and talk to, something- someone I can show off.” They now had returned from the balcony and were pacing in circles “last time I was visiting heaven perhaps, well I think it was a few hundred years ago now, but, there was an Angel that caught my eye, what was their name?…… y/n I think.?”

Lucifer took great pleasure in seeing god’s tormented face “I am not giving up one of my best! I-“ they began, pointing a finger towards the devil in fury.

“You will give me what I want else you’ll be fighting this battle on your own which may I add is how it should be regardless due to the fact that you are my antithesis!” Lucifer marched over to them and loomed over God once again.

“Fine” god muttered through gritted teeth before snapping their fingers.

You suddenly appeared by your god’s side, confused and disorientated. Where were you? Why was it so warm here? What was the smell of burning and smoke?

Your eyes adjusted and then you saw them, their eyes tracing over you so pleased, like a fox eyeing its prey, animalistic you thought.

your God stood next to you staring at the floor.

“Y/n” boomed your master who couldn’t look you in the eye “it seems the only price that lucifer is willing to accept to help our realm is…. You”

Frantically, you looked around you, completely in disbelief of what was unfolding in front of your eyes “no…” you looked towards your god who did nothing “no, no, I’m an Angel and this, this is hell I am meant to serve in heaven! What is the meaning of this”

Breathing heavily you felt the whole world collapsing a round you, you had a life in heaven and everything was about to be stripped away from you. One minute you were stood in the gardens of Eden enjoying a spring afternoon and now you were about to be condemned to eternity in hell.

Lucifer walked away again towards the balcony as if they were leaving you to argue it out, even though they knew what the outcome would be.

“You have no right to question the meaning of this! I am your God and I own you so now I pass you onto to Lucifer Morningstar.” They declared, all this time never looking over to your tear filled eyes, not even once.

You knew that God technically owned you but after all of these years you thought that maybe they saw you for more than just an object but a friend. But you had been lied to and manipulated it seemed.

“You can’t possibly imagine me to spend the rest of eternity here!” You tried to reason with them, you couldn’t think what another option would be as you knew the realm desperately needed Lucifers help but there had to be some other way surely.

“You will be quiet and obedient for your master, that is the last command I will give you! You will learn to call hell your home wether you like it or not. You are inferior to a power such as I and I will be questioned by you no longer. You are just an angel, easily replaced I remind you!” And with this they shut you up.

With no words left to utter you choked back a silent sob as the long white dress you were wearing slowly turned blood red and the lace a drab black. Thankfully one thing stayed and that was your wings.

Lucifer returned now and for a second as they waltzed in they weren’t looking at you as they were before, almost you thought you saw a thread of guilt behind those blue eyes.

The last thing your old master said to you was “I’ll get Gabriel to bring your things.”

Not even a goodbye, they just, disappeared and you were left all alone.

With them

“I’m sorry it had to be this way” Lucifer uttered as your eyes clung to the spot that your old master once graced.

Tears of anger were streaming down your face as you angrily tried to wipe them away with your trailing sleeves. “Your not fucking sorry. You did this”

Lucifer walked towards you cautiously like you were a stray cat, one so tempting to pet but not sure if it would lash out. It did not occur to you at this moment how weird it was that you made The Lucifer Morningstar feel nervous. They reached out a hand to try and comfort you but then drew back as they realised it probably wasn’t the best idea.

“I…, I had to make my intervention with another realm worth my while. I’m sorry” they fiddled with the rings on their hand, unsure of what to say to the weeping angel they had collected.

“What do you even want me for anyway?” The tears were beginning to slow as you assessed your situation, they probably didn’t want to torture you, they were being too nice already.

Lucifer didnt answer your question and instead changed the subject “I’ll have a demon show you to your room. Perhaps if you get settled and take a shower you’ll begin to feel better about this “

Feel better? You thought. They were acting as if you had just lost a pet not your whole fucking life.

You hadn’t time to make a snide remark as a small demon with red skin, yellow eyes and horns approached you, his feet like those of a goat and he stood about half of your size.

He grabbed onto your wrist to begin leading you somewhere. Great just what you needed, a demon to walk you around somewhere you had never been before when demons are known best to not be trusted.

You let him lead you though as what could get worse, you couldn’t die after all and what was pain after today.

Leaving the room, Lucifer said one last thing to you “I’ll get someone to collect you in a few hours for dinner I expect you will have collected yourself by then” the demand had a hint of question behind it, you couldn’t believe they were trying to be civil after just tearing your life from under your feet.

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