#lucifer x f reader
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Obey Me: A Gift for You [Demon Brothers]
🕷 pairing: demon brothers x f. reader
🕷 summary: You're gifted a pair of panties from the Demon Brothers, so you wear them for him.
🕷 wc: 6.5k
🕷 warnings: pet names (darling, love, treasure, baby, kitten, kitty, hun, doll, cupcake, moon, little moon), degradation (slut, whore), jealousy, choking, fingering (f. receiving), impact play (spanking, cunt slapping), oral sex (f. giving and receiving), unprotected sex, food mention, making-out, the heels stay on, marking (biting, scratching), hair pulling, praise, masturbation, pillow humping, mention of smothering with a pillow, panties used as a gag, cum swallowing, collar with a bell, possessiveness, dom/sub undertones, breeding kink, body worship, bondage with ribbon, objectification, use of a bullet vibrator, 69, handjob, implied food play,
🕷 a/n: this is strictly 18+ content as links lead to adult content!
🕷 date: April 17, 2024
Lucifer
“Barbatos said you needed help with some paperwork?” You ask as you enter Lucifer’s office. You hold a thick file under your arm as you walk forward.
“Is that so?” Lucifer asks, not bothering to look up from the stack of papers in front of him. He taps his monogrammed pen on the mahogany surface, biting his bottom lip as he finishes reading the paper and moves to the others.
“Yeah,” you click your tongue. “Barbs said I was distracting the Young Master.”
You roll your eyes before you set the file on the desk with a thump. You push it toward Lucifer before sitting on the edge of the desk; a habit he loves and hates.
“Your impression of Barbatos has gotten much better,” Lucifer sneers as he finally looks at you, his eyes roaming over your body.
Your thighs are splayed on his desk, clad in black thigh-high stockings held with a blue garter belt. The skirt you wear is nearly bunched at your hips and your black heels shine, reflecting the light in his office.
“I see why Barbatos labeled you as a distraction,” Lucifer smirks as he sets the file aside along with the rest of his work.
You shrug. “He was the one who said Dia needed me to grab the file. I don’t see why Barbatos couldn’t do it himself.”
“Best not to defy him, darling,” Lucifer says as he rises and steps between your thighs. His hands grip them as he pushes you back until you catch yourself on your elbows. You blink slowly as you look up at him, his black hair falls over his eyes and you lick your lips when you spot him staring at your blue panties.
“You were at the Demon Lord’s Castle in the panties I gifted you? Parading around like a little slut for everyone but me? Is that any way to thank me, love?” Lucifer's tone is low, and dangerous as he raises a dark brow in question.
You resist the urge to moan, shaking your head as you maintain eye contact.
“I didn’t want to go over there. I wore these for you, Luci.”
Lucifer hums as he considers your words, remaining silent as he takes a step back and pulls you off of his desk. You stumble, but he’s there to straighten you on your feet.
His nose presses to yours, his lips tantalizingly close. You want to kiss him, taste him but he spins you and you catch yourself with your palms.
“Lucifer!” You gasp in surprise.
Lucifer gets on his knees. His hands roam over your legs, fingers gripping the lace at the top of your stockings. He admires the blue panties you’re wearing.
His fingers fiddle with the bow above the little peekaboo window, his lips press kisses to the curve of your ass before he’s on his feet.
Slowly, Lucifer spreads your legs with one of his. His left-hand wraps around your throat as he bends you further while his other hand moves between your thighs.
“You wore these for me?” Lucifer asks he pushes your panties to the side and two of his fingers slip into your wet cunt. He growls, his hold on your throat tightening when you whimper. Your eyes shut, nearly panting as he fucks his fingers in and out of you before his thumb brushes your clit.
“Answer me, darling. It’s rude to keep me waiting,” he whispers as you drip all over his fingers and pant leg. You nod, moaning when he releases your throat to smack your ass.
“I did. I wanted you to see them on me,” you admit as he bunches your skirt at your hips as high as it will go with one hand while he removes the other from your cunt to suck his fingers clean.
“Tell me, love. Did Diavolo get a preview? How about Barbatos?” Lucifer asks, failing at hiding his jealousy.
“No! Never!” You exclaim as he moves back to admire your frame bent over his desk, wet and needy for his touch.
Lucifer palms his cock over his pants while he watches your legs shake unsteadily in your heels.
With ease, he unbuttons his pants and pulls the zipper down. He’s quick to push his boxers down his thighs and rip the buttons off his shirt.
If you’d been facing him, you’d be drooling over his delicious body, begging to lick every inch before he stuffs his fat cock down your throat until tears run down your cheeks.
However, today isn’t about you. It’s about those blue panties you’re wearing that hide very little of your ass. Which is why he had picked them out for you.
He couldn’t wait to fuck you on his bed. Your back to him while you rode his cock while wearing the stockings, panties, and garter belt.
The thought alone made his mouth water as he pumped himself a few times. You beg him to fuck you. Your thighs pressed together to try and distract you from the throbbing between them.
Lucifer smacks the back of your thigh, getting you to spread them open before he presses the head of his cock at your entrance.
“Lucifer!” You moan as he slides home, his hand on your hip and the other pressing his fingers to your lips.
“We must be quiet, darling. We aren’t the only ones in the House of Lamentation tonight.”
Mammon
Mammon had a busy day. Levi was on his ass about paying him back, so Mammon had to do a last-minute photoshoot just to give a payment to him. He’d have to do a few more in the next few weeks to finish paying Levi off but then he’d be free to borrow from him again.
Goldie was taken again by Lucifer, so Mammon’s next goal was freeing his sweetie.
Groaning, Mammon takes his jacket off as he enters his bedroom. He had a shower at the set and was ready to get in his pajamas and climb into bed.
Sighing, Mammon takes his shirt off, tossing it onto the couch beside his jacket.
What he doesn’t expect to see is you bent over his pool table as you try to sink the eight ball.
Mammon freezes in his spot. He’s not sure if you’ve heard him and he doesn’t want to startle you as you lean over further. If you notice your skirt hiking up further, you don’t make a move to correct it as you move the pool cue.
Silently, Mammon eyes you hungrily. He spots the yellow panties he gifted you on your last date from beneath your black skirt. He wears matching boxers under his jeans.
The ruffles on the edges make him gulp as you curse when you slip, your breasts pressed on the table as you balance yourself on one high-heeled foot.
Nearly drooling, Mammon watches as you finally sink the last ball and stand on both feet.
“Hell yeah!” You cheer as you place the pool cue on the table.
“Been here long, Treasure?” Mammon asks as he leans against the table.
“Oh!” You giggle as you walk toward him.
“I was waiting for you. Levi said you had a job.”
Mammon rolls his eyes. “Just like him to tell ya my business.”
“Oh, don’t be like that,” you frown as you pull him into a hug. He smiles as he breathes you in, his face buried in your neck while you rub his broad shoulders. “I missed you and you weren’t answering.”
“It was a busy shoot. I barely had time to have lunch before I needed to get back on set,” Mammon explains as he grabs your hips.
“I’m glad you’re back. I’ve got you all to myself for the rest of the night,” you grin as you press your lips to his. Mammon moans against your lips, his large hands moving lower and beneath your skirt to grab your ass.
“Mammon!” You groan as he nips your bottom lip, sucking it before he releases it. His fingers toy with the edges of your panties before he moves his hand to the front.
“What? I just want to feel your heart,” he smirks as he traces the heart on the front of your panties.
His hand moves lower, feeling the wet spot on your panties before his lithe fingers push the material aside.
“Fuck, Treasure. You’re always so wet for me, huh?” Mammon groans as he feels your wet cunt, his fingers easily slipping inside. You grip his shoulders, your heels making you teeter.
“I’ve got you, Treasure. I always will,” Mammon promises as he kisses you while his fingers curl inside you and fuck your soaking wet pussy. You moan into the kiss, allowing his tongue to meet yours as your hand moves between your bodies to grip his hard cock over the denim.
“You’re moving too fast, baby,” Mammon chuckles as he noses your throat before kissing it. “You haven’t even allowed me a taste of that sweet, sweet pussy.”
“Greedy bastard,” you mutter before Mammon spanks you, gripping your ass harshly in his hand and squeezing it until you gasp.
“I am, don’t forget it, Treasure.”
Mammon lifts you onto the pool table with your skirt hiked up to your hips and your blouse ripped down the middle, the buttons strewn on the table and his bedroom floor. Mammon eyes you greedily, licking his lips as he shakes his white hair out of his eyes.
You spread your legs further as you look up at Mammon. Your heels hang over the edge and you admire the beautiful ridges of his torso and his glowing tan skin. You reach out for him and he allows you to touch him freely while he kisses you. His fingers thread in your hair while yours unbutton his pants and unzip them.
Mammon kisses his way down your body, expertly removing your blouse and bra before his lips are wrapped around a hardened bud. He’s greedy with his tongue on both tits, licking and sucking them until he’s satisfied.
“As pretty as these are, they’ve gotta go,” Mammon says as he tugs your panties down your thighs. He stuffs them in the back pocket of his jeans before he’s kissing down your body, sinking his teeth into your hips before grabbing your thighs in each hand. He tugs you to the edge of the table, not caring if you’re arousal stains his precious pool table.
“Mammon!” You exclaim as you fall back onto the table and stare at the ceiling. You arch your back as his tongue meets your cunt, teasing you as your legs drape over his shoulders, heels digging into his broad back.
“Fuck, Treasure,” Mammon slurps, his lips shiny with your wetness. He dives back in, his fingers fucking into you as he ignores the throbbing of his cock. He wanted to mount you, fuck you full of his cum, and then fuck it all back into you.
Mammon wanted you to reek of him. He needed the halls of the House of Lamentation to stink of him and your coupling. He wouldn’t be satisfied until Lucifer was banging down his bedroom door, pleading that you stop.
“So delicious,” he grunts as he palms over his cock, his tongue teasing your clit, gently sucking it just to watch your squirm beneath him. “Such a good girl for me, Treasure. So good.”
Levi
Levi loathed leaving his bedroom, more so when Lucifer demanded that he did. His older brother was the only demon who could get him to abandon his precious manga and video games. He was just about to start a new anime (Don’t Look Under the Bed Because There’s Probably a Monster, Even if Monsters aren’t Real and Don’t Hide Under Your Bed), when Lucifer banged on his bedroom door, ordering him to go check on you before dinner.
The two of you had dinner duty, and with it only a few hours away, you had to get started within the next hour or two. Levi didn’t want to piss off Lucifer anymore than he already was, so begrudgingly he went to your room to get you.
Normally, Levi would knock before entering your bedroom, but he was too busy muttering about Lucifer and his anime to remember to knock. It wasn’t like you needed him to anyway. You always welcomed him in quickly and with open arms.
One time won’t hurt, right?
However, when he steps inside and shuts the door, he’s frozen solid.
Gulping, Levi watches as you hump his missing pillow. Your back is to him, and he notes you’re naked except for the orange ruffle panties he gave you as a gift. He remembers how red his face had gotten when he left the gift on your bed just a few days ago, he didn’t realize you’d known they were from him.
“Fuck, Levi,” you moan as you grind your cunt into his pillow, ass bouncing as you pick up the pace. You’ve soaked the pillow under you, no doubt making it harder to return but you couldn’t help yourself. Levi had invaded your thoughts until you couldn’t resist but smother yourself in his scent and finally steal something that belonged to him that he probably wouldn’t miss.
Levi is in awe as he watches you, cock growing hard in his pants as you moan his name again, cupping your tits in your hands and throwing your head back as you soak his pillow with your cum.
“Levi, are you just going to stare or are you going to come over here and take care of me?!!” You ask as you look at him from over your shoulder.
“I-I wasn’t staring!” Levi stutters, feeling his face grow warm. “Lucifer said, and then dinner, shopping. Not staring!”
You climb off his pillow slowly, allowing him an eyeful of your ass in the tiny thong. Levi never imagined you’d wear them, much less for him but here you were in all your glory humping his pillow and asking him to fuck you.
Frozen, Levi just stares as you approach him. Your lips meet his as you strip him down to his boxers in between kisses and moans.
You have him lie on the bed, his pillow beside him. You straddle his hips, kissing his cheek just to feel the heat of his embarrassment.
“You’ve kept me waiting,” you pout as you place the pillow over his face.
Levi groans as he smells your arousal. How many times had you cum at the thought of him? How many times have you soaked the fabric with your juices? Levi could die right now and he’d die a happy man, blissfully inhaling your scent.
“Don’t be greedy,” you giggle as you move the pillow under his head, your tits brushing his face as you place it under him.
“There,” you grin as you take his shaky hands in yours and place them on your tits. “Want to feel some more?”
“Y-yes,” Levi clears his throat. If this is a dream, he never wishes to wake up. He would gladly stay underneath you forever if it meant you’d be touching him like so.
“What do you think of the panties? I wasn’t sure if orange was my color but they look so good on me, don’t you think?” You ask as you place Levi’s hands on your ass and you swear he almost cums in his pants.
“They look go-good,” he blushes as you guide his hands to the ruffles.
“You have good taste, baby,” you state as you easily slip the panties off you. Levi watches as you tug his boxers down just enough to release his leaking cock. He’s too horny to be embarrassed, almost prideful as you lick your lips when you take it in your hand.
You’d love to tease him, make him beg, make him suffer but you’re too turned on to think straight. Your mouth wraps around him, engulfing his length greedily as his eyes flutter shut and your name forms on his lips. His hand grips your hair, guiding your movements as you meet his pelvis and he hits the back of your throat. You swallow and his thighs clench as he almost sees the Celestial Realm with how high you take him.
Levi is near tears now and you pop off his thick cock long enough to get on your knees and reach for your panties.
“Open your mouth for me, Levi.” You instruct and he does so obediently.
You stuff your soaked panties into his mouth as you stroke his dick. Levi’s cries of pleasure are muffled as you take him back into your mouth. One of your hands is between your thighs, fingers fucking your soaked cunt while you continue to bob up and down Levi’s cock.
His groans and moans grow rapidly, his body trembling from pleasure as you feel him hit the back of your throat moments before he’s cumming down it.
Levi feels hot tears roll down his cheeks as his hips continue to thrust into your poor throat. You swallow hungrily, a few stray tears rolling down your cheeks until you pull off him, cum and spit coating your pretty lips.
Levi catches his breath before he sits up and spits out your panties. His hand grabs the back of your head before he slams his lips on yours. His tongue meets yours in a hungry, messy, cum-filled kiss.
Satan
Rain pelted the windows of the Devildom late at night. Satan had spent all day in the library looking for a particular book with no luck.
He had fallen asleep and woken in a puddle of drool before he gave up and decided to head to his bedroom after a shower and a brush of his teeth.
Now, he lay in bed with a thick book on his lap as he leaned against the headboard. He had walked through the quiet halls of the House of Lamentation and figured everyone was in bed. What he hadn’t counted on was you showing up in his bedroom with a poof and a sparkle of magic.
“Kitten?” Satan sets his book on the nightstand beside his bed. “What are you doing up so late?”
“I was with Solomon learning a new spell and got locked out of HOL. You didn’t answer my texts,” you frown as you begin to undo the buttons on your blouse.
Satan looks at his D.D.D. and realizes he never turned it back on after Mammon was spamming him with messages asking for money.
“Sorry, Kitten. Mammon was begging for money again,” Satan apologizes as he looks at you. He notes the collar on your throat, the tiny bell jingling when you take your bra off to toss on the floor.
You step out of your high-heels and shimmy out of your skirt leaving you in just your thick thigh-high socks and strappy green panties.
“You wore these for Solomon?” Satan growls as he lifts one of the straps with his fingertip.
“Of course not, Satan. I wore them for you,” you huff, as you crawl into his lap, legs on either side of his hips.
“Wearing them under such a short skirt says otherwise, Kitten. Do I need to remind you who you belong to?” Satan asks lowly as his hands grip your bare ass, the pathetic green straps do nothing to conceal you.
“Maybe,” you tease with a sly grin as you press your breasts to his bare chest. Your fingers twirl his blonde hair as you lean in to kiss his lips.
“You play a dangerous game, love,” Satan sighs as his fingers grip the tiny bell on your collar, another one of his gifts.
“Only because it turns me on,” you admit with a smug smile as Satan tugs your collar and your eyes darken as you meet his wrathful gaze.
“Watch yourself, Kitten. You’re not the only one with claws,” he remarks as you lick your lips before he kisses you passionately. His hands cup your face before moving to your hips. He groans when you suck his bottom lip into your mouth, tugging slightly before releasing it.
Satan smirks as he quickly moves you over his lap, your ass in the air as he spreads your legs further. When his palm smacks your cheek, you gasp before moaning. He smacks the other cheek and you bite your lip to keep from moaning his name for everyone to hear.
“Count for me,” he commands as he spanks you a third time and then a fourth. You keep count, thighs soaking wet from your arousal as he finishes with number fifteen.
His hands soothe the ache, gentle words leaving his lips with praises of how good you are for him.
“Such a sweet kitten when you want to be, huh? Can’t listen the first time, always have to push the boundaries,” Satan coos as his fingers dip into your wet cunt.
“Satan!” You moan wanton as his fingers curl inside you. He hushes you, his free hand pressing his fingers to your mouth. You take them in greedily, sucking and slurping on his digits with both holes.
“That’s it, love. Be a good kitty for me,” Satan smiles as you tighten around him, his fingers soaked to the knuckles as his thumb finds your clit.
You’re nearly there, your moans announce it as you squirm on his lap. He fucks your mouth and your cunt with his fingers, giving you hell at both ends before your muffled screams fill the air.
His praises fall on deaf ears as you cum, nearly sobbing when he slaps your cunt twice and has you suck his cum soaked fingers clean.
“Hands and knees, love,” Satan demands as you struggle to get on your shaky legs. Your body thrums with arousal, hot and aching for more as you arch your back. Satan tugs you toward him by your hips.
“Fuck, Satan,” you curse into the sheets as he stuffs you full of his cock. His nails dig into your hips as he pulls you toward him, the fat head of his cock reaching your cervix. Your eyes roll back as you take the pounding, greedily asking for more when his hand smacks your jiggling ass.
“These panties sure have come in useful tonight,” he muses to himself as he watches your hungry cunt take his cock like the good whore you are. For a moment his thoughts run loose, imagining what it would be like to breed you, to see your breasts round and full of milk for his spawn. Everyone would know you were his and only his. Everyone would envy him. Everyone would seethe knowing you were with child.
“Satan!” You scream as pleasure overwhelms you, pussy clenching around his cock, creaming it as you milk him for all he’s worth.
“Fuck, Kitten,” he scowls, looking up at his ceiling and ignoring the thumping of his headboard against the wall. Perhaps the two of you have woken everyone in the house but he doesn’t dare stop, especially when you start begging him to cum deep inside, stuff you full of his cum.
Satan aims to please as he does just that.
Perhaps his dreams will come true.
Asmo
Asmo sat on his bed painting his nails live on Fab Snap.
“Isn’t this color just fabulous? It’s one of my favorites!” Asmo gushes as he paints another nail, blowing on it as comments fly by on the screen. He giggles as he shows his finished hand to the camera, thanking everyone for the compliments before moving to his other hand.
Asmo has been live for almost two hours. The moment you’re out of the bath, he’ll say his goodbyes and end the stream. He’s been dying to get you alone all week but unfortunately, his bank account needed some money.
Five minutes later, you stand in a fluffy pink robe with a pair of pink heels and the cute panties Asmo gifted you.
Asmo pats the bed. You cross the room to him, gently kicking off your heels as you lie back on his bed.
“Let’s get you out of this,” he smiles cheerily as he untied your robe and helped you out of it. He pushes it to the other end of the bed after taking the silk ribbon used to tie the robe.
Carefully, Asmo places your wrists over your head and wraps the silk ribbon around each wrist before tying them together.
“Well, don’t you look ravishing,” Asmo grins brightly as he admires your beautiful body. You look away, feeling your cheeks grow hot as he continues to compliment you until you meet his gaze again.
Asmo takes his time with you, kissing your cheek, jaw, neck, collarbones, and sternum. He’s generous with his kisses, covering the expanse of your chest with his lips just to listen to your soft moans.
When his lips wrap around your nipple, you gasp, turning to putty beneath him as he settles between your legs. His fingers trace the strappy pattern of your panties. Fingers gently go over the tiny pink roses just to watch your legs twitch.
“So sensitive,” he giggles as he takes your nipple into his mouth and gently nips it. He takes his time licking and sucking each breast until they’re glossy with his spit and lip gloss.
“Asmo!” You moan his name as he kisses his way down your body further, his teeth sinking into your hip, leaving his mark behind.
“Let me take care of you, hun. I knew you’d look so pretty in these,” Asmo bites his bottom lip as his eyes admire every pretty strap on your hips. His finger lightly traces the design until he’s pressing his fingertip to your clit.
You gasp, surprised, and move your wrists upward.
“Uh-uh, my love. I’m not done with you yet,” Asmo giggles as he flips you onto your stomach, lifting your ass in the air as you steady yourself on your knees.
His hands slowly rub your back before gripping your ass. Your hands are bound in front of you, keeping you from reaching back to touch him. You want to feel him pressed against you, have him encompass every fiber of your being. You don’t have to think when you’re around Asmo, happy to be his dress-up doll, his toy for his pleasure; whatever it may be.
Asmo’s fingers brush the ruffles as his lips kiss your spine.
“So beautiful, my love,” he whispers as he kisses his way lower, his fingers moving your soaked panties aside. You moan softly, pushing your ass toward him as he chuckles.
“So eager,” Asmo coos as his finger circles your hole. “So needy.”
You nod, tugging on your restraints before a soft buzz fills your ears and you perk up. Asmo giggles at your reaction as you arch your back further and his tongue meets your pussy. He teases you at first, sucking on your clit and wetting his lips with your essence. Once he’s had his fill, you feel a soft vibration on your clit from the pink bullet vibrator in his hand.
“Fuck, Asmo!” You try to fuck yourself on him but he holds you with his free hand.
“Behave, doll. Or we’ll have to stop playing,” he warns as he moves his hand to spread your ass for him. You feel heat rush to your face as he spits on your hole and his tongue traces it after.
Your thighs tremble as the vibrations quicken, soaking your panties and your thighs. Pleasure courses through your body, his name heavy on your tongue as you fall head first into utter bliss.
Asmo watches you come undone, a proud smile on his lips as he speeds the vibrator up, matching his movements with his tongue just to watch you spasm.
When you fall face-first into his bed, he removes the toy and kisses your lower back.
“Ready to play again?” He asks with a smirk as you lie boneless on his sheets, nodding meekly.
Beel
Hunger always struck at the most inopportune times for Beel.
He spent hours at the gym lifting weights and trying to keep his mind off his hunger. He even took a scalding hot shower to make himself focus on anything other than the pangs of hunger in his stomach but not even the steaming bathroom could help him.
By the time he had arrived at HOL, it was silent. Everyone had gone to bed, and the only light on was the one in the kitchen where he stood.
“Hey, Beel,” your voice startled him as he looked up from the fridge. He was about to make himself a sandwich when you walked in.
“Hey,” he greets you, eyeing your skirt and thigh-high socks. “What are you doing up so late?”
“I just got home. Solomon wanted me to learn a new spell and then he tried to make me dinner.”
Beel grimaces with you. “Want me to make you something instead?”
You nod as you head for the cabinets to get your secret stash of chocolate chip and pecan cookies from the Human World.
You grab your stepladder, climbing to the top step while Beel watches in amusement. You could have just asked him for help but instead, you reach upward, your skirt rising as you lean forward to grab your secret cookie jar.
Beel notices the red panties you’re wearing, and his hunger turns into lust.
They’re the pair he gifted you just this morning. A lacy pair with an open crotch. His mouth waters at the sight of your cunt on display as you grab the jar of cookies and begin to climb down from the stepladder.
The moment the ceramic jar is on the counter, Beel is on you.
His large arms wrap around your waist as his broad chest presses to your back. His lips kiss your neck, pulling your shirt off to the side to expose your shoulder.
“You have no idea how delicious you look, Cupcake. I want to eat you whole,” he whispers as he presses his erection to the swell of your ass.
“Beel,” you curse as he grinds on you for a moment before his hands rip your shirt clear down the middle. The scraps fall to the floor uselessly and his shirt joins soon after.
“Come here,” he demands as he climbs onto the kitchen island and lies down before he helps you on top of him. “Uh-uh, the other way, Cupcake.”
Your cheeks are aflame when he positions you so that your ass sits on his face, your wet cunt dripping into his mouth as he tugs your skirt out of the way, tearing it off you when he gets desperate enough to taste you.
Beel’s large hands grip your thighs as he licks up your slit, savoring every drop of your arousal. His cock is thick and heavy in his gym shorts and your thighs tremble when you lean forward to palm it.
Beel hums in approval, making a fresh wave of arousal soak his pretty lips.
“Beel!” You moan as you grind on his face, smothering him and his sounds of pleasure. You want him. You need to have him in every way possible and his cock throbs in your hand as you tug his shorts down, unsurprised he’s gone commando.
You nearly drool at the sight of his hard cock as you mouth at it, licking the head before you tongue the slit. He’s a mouthful, drool leaking from the sides of your mouth as you take him a little further but just the head of his cock is enough to choke you.
You pull off him with a gasp, inhaling as much air as possible as tears stream down your cheeks. Beel chuckles as he continues to slurp up your wet juices, pussy so warm and creamy, and delicious. He’d eat you every hour of every day if you’d let him. You’re the only one who could dim his rabid hunger for a while.
Beel adores you. He can never have his fill and you’re always needy for him. Your hunger for him rivals his hunger for food, and it’s always so pleasurable to satisfy you.
You squirm on his face and he holds you still. Messy slurping sounds fill the kitchen as he sucks, licks, and teases your cunt. He could ruin you for everyone if he chose to, could make it so nobody else could satisfy the ever-building need to be stuffed and fucked full at all times.
Beel would be content just eating you out until you couldn’t take anymore. Until his tongue grew tired and your pussy couldn’t cream anymore. He’d feast on you, body and soul and you’d surrender to him willingly just to feel the pleasure that his talented tongue provided.
You take his cock back into your mouth, saliva coating his length as you take more of him and you inhale through your nose as you push further. Spit soaks Beel’s pelvis, dripping to his balls as you release him, coughing as you try to catch your breath before wrapping your hand around him to jerk him off while taking his balls in your mouth to suck those instead.
Beel rewards you with two fingers in your cunt. You clench around him as he sucks your clit and your hips rock back and forth on his face. He loves to see you dripping, soaking every bit of his face as your sweet moans go straight to his cock.
The lace of your panties is ruined. There’s no saving them but Beel doesn’t care. He tears them easily and slides his tongue into your hole, fucking you on it as you squeeze his head and choke out his name.
You cum hard. Beel moans your name as he’s rewarded for his efforts. He guzzles down every last bit. The noises he makes are obscene as he savors your taste on his tongue until you’re utterly spent.
“Really?” Belphie’s voice startles the both of you. “We eat off of there.”
You cover your face in embarrassment as Belphie walks out of the kitchen without another word but Beel doesn’t seem fazed.
With trembling legs, you climb off of Beel. “Let’s continue this in my room.”
You pick up his shirt and put it on before heading to the fridge for a bottle of whipped cream and a container of strawberries.
Beel’s mouth waters as he grabs the cookie jar and your torn clothing. He hopes nobody will notice the mess on the kitchen island in the morning. Beel will be too tired from tonight to wake up early to clean it.
Hopefully, Belphie will take care of it.
Belphie
It was no surprise that Belphie could fall asleep just about anywhere.
Sometimes he’d fall asleep in the hall, in front of his bedroom door, or outside Asmo’s bedroom with a full face of makeup as a reward for his carelessness.
Tonight, Belphie had snuck away into his attic. He had paid Mammon to take his turn making dinner so he could sleep all evening. He’d spent the day catching up on chores and laundry. He was too exhausted to complete another laborious task.
You were relieved when you finally found Belphie that night. You had snuck upstairs in your pajamas just to climb into bed with him. He was warmer than usual, so you stripped down to your panties and snuggled under the covers beside him and his pillow.
“Hmm,” he grumbled as he reached out to touch you. “Moon? What are you doing here?”
“I missed you at dinner. I was looking for you all day,” you whisper as he drapes his arm over your waist. He presses his nose to your shoulder, feeling the warmth of your skin before his fingers move down to grab your hip.
Sleepily, Belphie opens his eyes to see what you’re wearing. He had assumed you were naked like he was while he slept, so when his fingers brushed a silky bow, he was puzzled.
“What’s this?” He asked as he swallowed a yawn. He looks down to see the purple panties he gifted you over the weekend.
“Like them? I wanted to show them to you all day but you’re a hard demon to find,” you pout as you feel him play with the silk bow. His lips find your shoulder, kissing it.
“I am hard,” he chuckles as he nips your shoulder. His hand moves upward, cupping your breast.
He lifts your leg and places it over his. He slides his cock over your wet folds, moaning at how hot and soaked you are.
“Easy access,” he smirks as you turn your head to kiss him, tongues lacing together as he lines his dick at your entrance and pushes in.
“Fuck,” your eyes roll back as you take him. The familiar ache is a little painful but pleasurable. Belphie stretches you with his cock, making you take every delicious inch as stars explode behind your eyes.
“That’s it, Little Moon. Take my cock like the good whore you are,” he praises as he kisses your bare shoulder and then moves to suck his mark on your skin.
You moan, grinding your ass on him as best you can as he devours your body with his. You take each thrust with a sob of pleasure as you tighten around him, screaming his name when he rubs your clit just how you like it.
“Such a little slut,” Belphie coos. “I bet you paraded around the whole of the Devildom in a tiny skirt wearing these panties while you searched for me. Tell me, love, did you prance around for the House of Lamentation? For the lower demons around town? Or perhaps you decided a visit to the Demon Lord’s Castle was necessary?”
“Fuck, Belphie! I-I didn’t-”
Belphie hushes your protests with his lips. A toe-curling kiss that shushes you as he grabs your hips and positions you on your hands and knees. Your face is buried in the pillows, your hands held behind your back as Belphie watches you fuck yourself on his cock, creaming all over him.
“I heard Diavolo was having Simeon and Solomon over for dinner tonight. Did you join them? Perhaps they had you instead?” Belphie chuckles as he smacks your ass and watches as you cum all over his cock.
Belphie grins, he pushes you onto your side, your back to his chest as your rapid heartbeats settle again. He’s known for his small bouts of energy but soon lethargy settles into him again.
He’s slow with his thrusts and kisses. Slow when he pushes his cock as far as it’ll go just to hear his name roll off your tongue. He’s quiet when he cums, rope after rope filling you as you fuck yourself on him. Another orgasm rocks through you, your soft whimpers lulling Belphie back to sleep with his hard cock still nestled inside your warm cunt.
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𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 「𝔩𝔲𝔠𝔦𝔣𝔢𝔯」 ೀ⋆｡˚
content. f!reader. discussions of separation/divorce, friends to lovers, (name) is a fallen angel, sexual harassment, insecurities, discussions of mental health, spoilers for hazbin hotel season finale, implied/referenced not-safe for work. not proofread. 3.3k+ words.
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synopsis. two fallen ones, cut from the same cloth, destinies forever intertwined by the choices you made as young seraphim.
OR someone comes in to try and ruin your relationship with lucifer, and he isn't happy about it.
You remembered the sensation of an eternal inferno, the mark of damnation that scorched your fingertips, submerging your divine being within a cluster of flames. Exiled from the heavens—a fate worse than death to most became an accepted element of your newfound reality. You never belonged perched atop clouds, even with the virtue nestled in the recesses of your heart. A part of you feared the unknown as you descended through novas and clouds, but it felt like a pressure had lifted from your being as those imposing gates shrunk behind you.
As the first of a cluster of falling stars, your impact landed you on the steaming ground of a new, hellish landscape, your mind scattered from the force of the fall, limbs trembling with their aching joints. And that was when you saw him, a brand-new man who held out his hand, smile desperate yet reassuring. The Morning Star himself, brought upon the same fate, still shaken from the tragedy of his descent—it had been much more personal for him.
“It’ll be okay, (Name),” his familiar voice reassured, but it was impossible not to hear the waver in his tone as your hands intertwined. “It’ll all be okay.”
And with a single touch, traversing hand-in-hand through this foreign land, you knew that someday, he would be right.
But that happened many millennia ago, a tale for storybooks rather than a memory that should’ve constantly been on a loop in your mind, held onto during the dead of lonely, bitter nights. Despite your long-standing friendship, the both of you held very separate lives—him with his family, you with your industry. You worked in tandem in relation to the public and aristocratic duties but otherwise barely spoke past the occasional smile and wave. And no, you couldn’t help the desolation that had sprouted inside your heart, the muscle aching as you observed his radiant smile from across ballrooms, the king exchanging affectionate glances at his wife while coddling his sweet daughter. But you were happy for him all the same. He deserved to be surrounded by those he loved, deserved to be happy after years of heartbreak, even if you weren’t in the picture.
But you knew that you could depend on each other, even if you hadn’t spoken in months. It was an unspoken connection between you, a rule unbroken. Which was the reason you knew his midnight call one evening had been serious. His voice was flooded with anguish, sputtering out incomprehensible words as his breath caught with every beat. You dropped everything, the paperwork and meeting planning, flying over with speed so fast that the denizens of Hell whispered for days about the shooting star that had flown across the sky that evening.
In your journey, there was one persistent question that kept bothering you—why wasn’t his wife the one to comfort him? It wasn’t that you minded, not at all, but the entire situation struck you as odd. However, your answer became clear as you cracked open the doors to his bed chambers; the room was frozen and still as if left abandoned. However, the knocked-over furniture and smashed artifacts only made it look like it was robbed, which you highly doubted. And there in the center of the chaos was the Morning Star himself—no, Lucifer. Simply Lucifer. His body crumpled to the ground, painful hiccups leaving his lips. You slipped inside with ease and were about to grab his attention, and then you spotted it, the large lettering of a familiar type of document—a divorce agreement.
You were aware that the relationship between Lucifer and Lilith wasn’t perfect, not by any means. When they had fallen in love, there wasn’t a guideline for navigating relationships and marriage. They had to play it entirely by ear, leading to rushed decisions and a shaky foundation. You had always believed that they were each other’s perfect half, but it was only because their punishment and subsequent banishment had tied them together and forced them to suffer the same fate. At least, that was their belief for a couple of millennia. It didn’t mean that the split that was bound to happen didn’t hurt.
His cries had been hard to hear, throaty and painful, his body trembling as he mourned on the floor. It took a culmination of your mental and physical strength to unravel him, forcing him away from those papers and into an embrace, slowly steadying his breath with yours as he clung to you as if you would leave if he let go. That night set the standard for weeks of a miserable routine, with the former king reduced to sobs and silence. It was unbearable, especially as he pulled away from those who cared for him—his fellow sins, his friends, and especially his daughter. But you continued to hold on, not leaving even with his harsh utterances and occasional outbursts. You wouldn’t let him be alone, couldn’t let him be alone, moving into the broken family’s manor to care for him full-time.
And he would always be thankful for that.
His mental health was climbing uptick for years, fluctuating back and forth until he had stabilized, at least in comparison to his state before. He became fantastic at masking his depression, brushing it underneath the rug as he delved into his own creations, pushing many of his relationships even further away as he stopped leaving home. You were the one to bring him food and clean the estate—his staff had drifted to other careers over the past few years. You were the one assuring that he wasn’t left hunched over a bench in the worst posture possible, toiling away with his latest obsession, no matter the cuteness of the ducks.
In his more conscious moments, you would listen as he ranted about his issues, even though you both were aware they were a product of his self-isolation. But in those instants, whispering quietly as if the heavens still held onto your every word, hiding from its light as if the touch of it would scorch your skin, an intimacy blossomed from the depths of your former friendship. It had remained idle for centuries, underlying the foundation of every interaction and word, leaving fleeting touches and shared laughter in your blissful youths for stern support and brief softness in your demonic adulthoods—neither of you ever noticed that you saw the other through heart-shaped lenses. Two fallen ones, cut from the same cloth, destinies forever intertwined by the choices you made as young seraphim.
But that had been the norm for thousands of years.
And without knowing, you had fallen into a relationship stage humans had archaically dubbed as “courting,” traveling outside the estate for the chance to spend time with one another, exchanging personalized gifts whenever the opportunity arose, swapping words of encouragement and affection. It was only after you had kissed him on the cheek one night that you both realized your feelings, and it only spiraled on from there. There were scars from his past love—undoubtedly, you had nurtured them with care—but even despite those, you worked to establish a healthy, balanced relationship as you navigated this strange stage in your lives.
However, there was someone who had not been quite so fond of this new development. You had attended meetings with the Heaven Embassy for many years as a favor to Lucifer, his absence becoming common after his separation from Lilith, but you could still remember locking eyes with the first man as you entered the room, dropping the chicken drum in his hands as his mouth widen agape.
“Hot damn.”
His flirtatious and oftentimes self-centered advances didn’t fly past your head like you wished they would. It seemed despite having thousands of years under his belt, he was unable to learn any kind of manners, but he had been the original sexist prick. And for his status as a divine man, he fucked around a lot. You didn’t doubt that was due to his own insecurities about both of his wives preferring someone else’s dick over his.
Once you and Lucifer had started dating, you happened to make the mistake of slipping that information to Adam in the hopes that he would back off, but it only seemed to provide him a challenge as his flirtations increased tenfold. From then on, your meetings no longer consisted of the same old information surrounding the exterminations; rather, they were him pointing out the many sexual accolades that he had roped under his belt and the way that apparently made him better than Lucifer—his favorite line was always that “that snake must have a little snake.”
Your disdain was obvious, repeating over and over for him to shut his mouth, but he would only smirk, taking your response as a sign that he had struck a nerve and that it was an opportunity to dig deeper. You decided to take over all the meetings with the embassy, keeping Lucifer away from the lecherous banter of the man, no matter the discomfort that formed in your gut from his unabashed perverseness and the predatory stares at your body.
“Come onnnn, babe,” Adam whined, in the middle of biting the meat off a chicken bone.
You shot him a look. “I’m not your babe, Adam.”
“Babe.” If you were able to reach over and strangle him, you would’ve. That was probably the reason the coward used a hologram instead of coming here himself. “A guy like that couldn’t possibly please you the way I could.”
You massaged your nose bridge, pointedly ignoring the flicker of his eyes from your face to your chest, unable to maintain stable eye contact. “Can we just get on with the meeting?”
“You know I’m right, but I’ll let you off the hook for now.”
You groaned, slamming your head onto the table.
From years onward, his nerve only increased, but he had never shown his bloodlust to you before until the exorcist army descended from the heavens to wreak chaos and death upon the doorstep of Lucifer’s only child, Charlie. You and the ever-so-optimistic princess of Hell developed quite a soft spot for one another, which wasn’t difficult since you had already been considered family in centuries past. The title of your romantic relationship with her father initially came with questions and a couple of awkward moments, but it wouldn’t stop either of you from growing a deeper friendship and understanding, walking through the process together. And it definitely didn’t stop you from defending the girl you had seen for years as a pseudo-daughter, along with her noble ambitions.
“Charlie!” you yelled, knocking Adam away from her as he attempted to strangle her. Charlie sputtered, holding her throat with a pained cough, and you raised a steady hand to her back, helping her rise to her feet. You gave her a once-over, relieved to find that she had no substantial wounds besides a couple of cuts and bruises.
You sighed, cupping her rosy cheeks. “Thank goodness you’re alright. Sorry for being so late. Your father will be here any moment.”
Her formerly desolate expression quickly changed into a beaming smile, eyes glimmering with revitalized determination. “Good! We need all the help we can get.”
However, the moment was cut short by the overexaggerated breaths of a particular man, Adam wobbling to his feet as he cradled his bruised ribs, which you didn’t doubt had been cracked in the impact. It was hard not to smile as he struggled to stand, a wave of retribution twitching through your fingertips.
“You bitch,” he groaned between shallow gasps, though his voice drifted into a humorous lilt. “You know, I’m all for feisty women, but this shit’s a bit extreme, don’tcha think, babe?”
“I am not your babe, Adam.”
You cringed at the moan that left his lips, knowing it was not from the pain of his bruises. “God damn, I love it when you say my name.” He chuckled. “It’d be better if you screamed it.”
“You couldn’t have been that good if both your wives left you for someone else,” you muttered, swallowing your bodily urge to vomit as you rubbed the burgeoning headache coursing through your temples.
His expression drained of any warmth or humor, only leaving behind the rotted, sinful corpse of a man that he pretended not to be. “What the fuck did you say to me, bitch?”
“Hmmm,” you hummed, rolling your eyes. “Did I strike a nerve there?”
His mouth contorted into a snarl. “You know, the only reason that snake keeps your ass around is because he needs a couple of assets,” he barked, curving his hands to gesture toward your curves. “To distract him!”
“Hey! Don’t talk about him—”
He cut you off, his imposing figure towering over you. “You’re only a convenience. A pretty face and a hole to fuck.”
You gasped, but he didn’t let you speak, a smirk curling up on his disgusting face. “You don’t mean anything to him, hun,” he sneered, his voice sickeningly sweet as he grabbed your chin, craning your neck at a muscle-aching angle to stare into your eyes. “You had a chance at heaven, slut. A chance to be with me. And you fuckin’ blew it—!”
He didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence, a bone-crunching punch tunneling into his face, his body cast off the hotel, which rocked under the aftershock, before it started to crumble like a deck of cards. With no time to waste, you and Charlie haphazardly jumped from shrapnel piece to shrapnel piece, able to land on the ground with barely a tumble as it collapsed into your foundation. The moment would’ve been devastating if your focus hadn’t been pinpointed elsewhere, the screams of a dying man drawing everyone to the impact pit.
“You have a lot of fuckin’ nerve,” a low voice scowled, sweltering steam blocking everyone’s vision away from the pair until it evaporated into the air, and that was when you spotted him. His voice was barely recognizable. The duplicated tones and whispers surrounding each word made him unidentifiable. But you knew who it was; those familiar sets of wings and the eyes of his tailcoat were clues enough. You hadn’t seen him take this form in decades, centuries even—he had no use for it, and to go to such an extreme was unlike him. He was shaking more than ever before; his fists balled up Adam’s collar as he pinned him to the ground.
“Intruding on my fuckin’ realm. Hurting my daughter.” And with each offense, another blow was added to the first man’s face, which looked more like roadkill than a former human with each malefaction. “Harassing and insulting my future wife!”
“Don’t you mean your little whore?” Adam managed to utter, that cocky tone still persistent.
But that was a terrible mistake.
Lucifer did not respond to his comment, not at all. Instead, he paused, finding himself unprepared for the sheer audacity of the man underneath him, a man only clinging to life through recesses of holy power and spite. To the unsuspecting bystander, it would seem the king had calmed himself down, but instead, an inferno blazed between his fingertips, his form threatening to tear with the amount of heavenly light that he balanced on his palms. The ire of his many eyes looked upon Adam, and they saw to it that his judgment day had come early.
“Die.”
“Dad!”
Luck seemed to have Adam’s back as Charlie intervened, one of the few people who could ever draw her father out of such an irate warpath. However, it was only after a moment of contemplation from Lucifer, whose eyes stared at Adam, his face unreadable as his fingers twitched before he cracked a wicked smirk.
“How’s mercy feel, bitch?”
The next moments were a blur, though those eyes had turned towards you instead, not with the anger they had towards Adam, but of sheer contemplation—not that you paid attention to them, watching Adam’s death unfold in an ironically anti-climatic sort of way. You would’ve felt bad if your mind didn’t remedy the guilt in your gut with memories of your several encounters, most of which were not PG-13. The rest of the staff and residents gathered their bearings, joining to work on rebuilding the hotel, but you did not have the strength to. Instead, you took a moment for yourself, thoughts toiling through your head as they often did, not understanding the icky, nauseous feeling pooling at the bottom of your stomach.
You flinched at the brush of a hand that rested on your shoulder, only to find that it had been Lucifer, his brow furrowed in that same contemplative expression. And much like those times alone in the estate decades prior, a patient silence persisted as he sat next to you, gauging each touch as he pulled you closer, allowing your limp body to lean into his.
“You know none of what that asshole said is true, right?”
Is that what you had been so concerned about? You couldn’t tell. Your thoughts surrounding your relationship, especially in the context of his former love, had always been indecipherable, even to yourself. His question brought a small beam of clarity into the shadowed pits of your darkest thoughts, but it wasn’t the time to talk about it. Not now, at least.
“Yeah, I know.” Your voice was more shaken than you wanted it to come out, but he understood the underlying message. He could tell it wasn’t the truth, not entirely, and that the roots of your insecurities weren’t something to be remedied through a singular conversation. But it was a start. He intertwined your fingers, caressing the bare area of your ring finger.
“I wish you would’ve told me,” he spoke, his voice soft. “I would never have let you go to those meetings.”
You stayed staring out into the distance. “It wasn’t that big of a deal.”
However, he believed differently, tilting your chin as he cupped your face, much more loving compared to the hands that had grabbed you prior. And his eyes, ones that had been filled with hatred, now glinted in sharp concern. “But it is a big deal. That’s sexual harassment.”
“You were going through so much,” you replied. “It was just one additional thing I didn’t want you to deal with. Another burden on your back.”
“(Name),” he said, voice stern.
The gruffness of his uncompromising tone drew your eyes to your hands. “Any insult to you is an insult to me. Always has been, always will be. People don’t get to talk to you like that. It doesn’t matter what shit I’m going through. That doesn’t mean you get to be thrown under the bus.” He cracked a smile. “And anyone who even thinks of treating you less than the perfection you are deserves to be roasted alive. You’re not a burden. You’re priceless.”
“You’re really into those cannibalism metaphors recently,” you quipped, a bit of your reprieve and humor returning back. He laughed, his heart falling into ease, though he recognized the nod towards his disdain for a certain radio demon, his expression contorting in disgust.
“I’m not gonna eat him! Think of how gross that thing would taste. Just awful, bleh—!”
You cut him off with a kiss, making his rosy cheeks redden more. “Thanks, Lu.”
You tried to stand. His arm braced underneath your back, a hand brushing across the sensitive skin of your waist as he hovered above, his lips locked onto yours. You sighed into his mouth as his fingers mapped every beauty mark of your face, only for him to split, panting. His eyes shone with recognizable desperation, but the smirk on his lips told you he was prepped to tease, brushing the stray baby hairs out of your face that had been ruffled in the fray.
“If someone ever bothers you like that again, you tell me. Got it?”
You only sighed. “Lucifer, I can handle my—”
He pressed a kiss to your knuckles, mouth upturned in a cheeky grin at the way it cut you off. “It’s not smart to fight without your shield, now, is it?’
You relented, unable to withhold your bashful grin. “Of course.”
A silence persisted.
“Your future wife, hm?”
“…shit.”
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Never done this before so I’m not sure I’m doing this right but I saw you take requests for Lucifer so I wanted to try.
How about a romantic Lucifer x good human reader where reader somehow ends up in hell while still alive and meets Lucifer and he falls for her.
In the first episode it said that he never got to see what good came from humanity so maybe he finally does when getting to know reader.
(Sorry If I did this wrong ^^“)
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𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 -- 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥… (𝑯𝒂𝒛𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝑯𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒍)
(𝐰𝐜): 428
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Thanks to some asshole friends, you're stuck in Hell with no way out. Thankfully, you find a nice hotel to stay in, but the owner's dad is going to be making visit and he just so happens to be the king of Hell.
(𝐀/𝐍): Can you tell I'm just cycling through the same 3 images......
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): Wrote this while I was tired so it might be trash fair warning
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♡ You ended up in hell after a sleepover with your friends, where they were playing around with an old book of portals they found and went too far. You were the one singled out and thrown in and now you have absolutely no way of going back.
♡ You heard of the Hazbin Hotel and how they were trying to redeem sinners and figured that was your best shot at being safe and finding a way to get back to Earth, so that's how you ended up there.
♡ Charlie was not only excited to show her father her hotel and hopefully get some support, but maybe also get some input on how she could help you.
♡ You and Lucifer met when he first visited the hotel.
♡ You were very nervous about it; you weren't sure what kind of man the king of Hell would be.
♡ But the second he burst into the room and greeted Charlie with a big hug, you relaxed significantly.
♡ He went on to greet Keekee, then Razzle and Dazzle, then Vaggie before he saw you.
♡ He looked instantly surprised to see you, then confused.
♡ He asked Charlie, very bluntly, what a human was doing in Hell of all places.
♡ You stepped in, introduced yourself as kindly and smoothly as you could to the literal king of Hell, and explained how you got there.
♡ Sleepover, creepy old book, bad friends, Hell.
♡ The day went on and Lucifer found interest in you.
♡ Not only were you a human in Hell, but you were so considerate there was no way you even deserved to be there.
♡ Lucifer watched your interactions with the others with something swelling in his chest. He could barely work up the nerve to talk to you himself, he wanted you to treat him the way you were treating them, but he didn't feel confident that he could be normal under that attention.
♡ When it was finally time for him to leave, Lucifer was surprisingly reluctant.
♡ Even with Alastor up his butthole about being like Charlie's new dad, Lucifer wasn't certain when he'd see you again.
♡ He couldn't exactly just find you wandering around the pride ring. And when was the next time he would be invited to the hotel?
♡ But, eventually he left, with a plan to make more excuses to visit the hotel.
♡ He stuck true to his gut and did visit, getting closer to Charlie and you in the process.
♡ Win, win!
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Summary: Lucifer shows you what Adam is lacking.
Paring: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader
Word Count: 2k+
Warnings: 18+, Reader AFAB, sexual discomfort hinted, sexual inexperience, kissing, oral (f receiving), fingering, cunnilingus from the leader of all demons, and also Bible verses being used to create sexual tension??
Author's Note: Well, I have fallen headfirst into the Hellaverse and needed to get this smut out of my system. Bible verses being used are 1 Corinthians 9-10 & Galatians 5:17. This was inspired by the artwork created by cluffy_25 from IG & TikTok.
Maybe now I can finally get some sleep. I hope you enjoy! 😭
On that fateful day of your creation, there was a palpable shift in paradise from the jealousy that was sown into the earth.
Lucifer was first in the shadows, just another specter amongst the watchful wonderment as the rib pulled from Adam was crafted, flesh intricately woven; the sight of you was a holy splendor, surpassing every and any expectation imagined. When it was proclaimed that your image was the likeness of Yahweh, he had scoffed, ignoring the chorus of angels recoiling; the truth–which he spoke out loud–was that your beauty was a novel artistry all its own.
He continued that nothing, that no one, could even compare to you.
It did not help that the praises above echoed this sentiment and further seeded a growing resentment, its envious tendrils wrapping and rotting Eden from within. With it, your novelty was peeled away, but Lucifer remained enraptured with your ethereal grace, with your careful consideration you showed to all living things as you learned your surroundings.
He also saw the covetous gaze cast from the angels and how they poorly masked it with a cold reserve that was met with your every interaction.
Lucifer saw how it began to chip away at the kindness you gave freely. He burned when he saw the hurt that touched your lovely features, he fumed at the sound of your disheartened sigh of acceptance that this was all you could expect from this life given.
Your isolation called to his loneliness, and with Lucifer, you found a kindred spirit. You were grateful with how he returned your genuineness, even finding a sense of comfort, of validation, at the tip of his brazen tongue that did not fear consequence. With him, you found your thoughts could be shared, the ones you carefully clutched to your chest, and would not be met with any judgment–your shy whispers on your divine purpose that came knitted with your existence and the gilded cage that it created.
Though he seemed an empathetic creature, always kind to you, you were also aware of the stories and his lore. You caught a glimpse one day when you let slip the chore required of you to lay with Adam, a duty you tried to complete quickly and quietly when he demanded.
The air around you thickened, and you saw the demon that thrummed beneath the surface: the flash of red in his eyes, the heat from the flame on his furrowed brow. Something powerful, something dire that came and went with your heartbeat.
This was an intimate subject that Lucifer always precariously balanced on the precipice of, always alluring to something unknown by you. He hinted at the shrine you possessed, giving you just a taste of something sinful, of something more that was within your reach. He spoke of pleasure that could be found, but when you mentioned this to Adam, he only sneered.
For man did not come from woman, but woman from man;
neither was man created for woman, but woman for man.
“But do you ever wish for more?”
It was another day in the garden. Adam had been swept away by the angels who remained in awe of the First Man, but this never bothered you. You welcomed the reprieve, slipping away to return to the natural arbor by the river weaving through the oasis.
Here the branches curled overhead, light streaking through and the leaves blanketing the ground. Your legs were stretched to feel the sun that fell through, allowing Lucifer to lay his head on your plush thighs. His eyes were watching you, waiting for your response to his question.
Your lips pursed. “I already have all that I could ever need.” You were careful with your words, your fingers moving to comb through his golden hair.
He hummed with your touch. “I did not say need,” his eyes were still trained to you, an upwards curl to his lips. “I asked if you wished for something more, for something else.”
“What else could I possibly want?” Your brow quirked. It was part question, part curiosity. The fallen angel seemed to speak in riddles.
His eyes glittered. “Free will.”
“But I have free will.”
“Free will allows you choices all your own,” he argued, still smiling. “Would you have chosen Adam if you had not been given to him?”
Lucifer grinned as he watched his words catch in your throat. It was another intrusive thought he always seemed to uncover, pulling to the surface. Your blood stained the apples of your cheeks and your tongue wet your lips.
“Adam,” you began, pulling your hands away and placing them at your sides, “was created in the likeness of God.” This was the repeated mantra sung from the heavens, words you spoke now without any conviction. “To not choose him would be to not choose the one true…”
But it faded to obscurity once you became aware of his close proximity; he pulled himself upright before facing you, leaning in with his intensive gaze. “Adam is not God, but only a man.” His voice was low, fanning against your cheeks, and your skin flushed hotly with his words.
This was not the first time he reminded you that Adam was just a man, merely created from the dust of the earth. You never defended whenever Lucifer spoke of Adam’s failures, his certainty that Adam did not give this pleasure you deserved.
It was a topic that piqued your interest, but you felt too bashful to continue it before. But now…
“Free will should allow you the option to choose for more,” his honeyed tone continued. “Should you not experience all that this life has to offer?”
For a moment, you could only hear the orchestra life created, the rustle of the leaves with the soft breeze and the water that flowed. You had always thought Lucifer was handsome. There was something captivating about him, and right now, you were entranced with the new emotion that now played in the amber glow of his eyes.
Like what, you dared to whisper, eyes wide.
Lust of the flesh, he replied with an elegant arc to his brow, with an impish curl to his lips.
You felt your skin prickling, something that flitted along the seams of your being before returning to coil in your abdomen. It was something that pulled you to the precarious ledge he seemed perpetually perched on.
And you kissed him.
It was gentle and it was quick, though your heart bruised against your ribs with your bold action. You felt the embarrassment flood your features, but when you tried to pull away, his hand caught the back of your neck, his fingers curling into your nape. His mouth captured yours with vigor and your mind splintered from the softness of his lips, from the warmth of his mouth; a sensation that screamed throughout you, craving for more.
Flesh lusts against the spirit…these are contrary, the one to the other.
He stopped the moment you tensed, pulling back and allowing you a breath. Your lips were swollen and flushed, your eyes glassy as they came to focus on the Prince of Darkness. “This does not have to go further unless you wish it to,” his voice soft with his emphasis.
The choice presented like a thick haze that swirled around you, drawing you towards him again. This pleasure promised trilled your veins, and your hands moved to grasp and pull him closer for another clumsy kiss.
Your body sang from his touch as his fingers skimmed over to grab into your hips, his warmth alighting your every nerve. His mouth moved to your jaw, to the curve of your neck and lower, nipping at your collarbone. You giggled, squirming against him, and his hold moved to cradle your lower back, a guiding press backwards until you were laying on the grass.
“Trust me,” he whispered against your skin, his hot mouth trailing lower.
Lucifer nestled between your thighs, his hands never leaving your body so you were aptly aware of his next movements. His head turned to press a kiss on the inside of your knee, following along with licks and nips of his teeth and tongue, plumes of color following his wake. It was a slow pacing, creeping towards your core, feeling how your blood simmered beneath, your body blossoming with his methodical ministrations.
Your legs widened, welcoming him and his intimate touch. His fingers pressed a v-shape to spread your folds, his exhaling tickling against your cunt, swollen and glossy with your arousal. He moved closer, a tentative touch of his tongue, and you melted against his mouth. He groaned with your taste, briny and begging for more; his hands curled under your thighs, canting your hips to meet with his lips.
It was a sensation that seared through your veins, a bolt straightening your spine. You gasped again, your hands grabbing fistfuls of his hair to ground yourself as his forked tongue moved with precision and with purpose.
He was mindful of your every sound, your bated breath and your sweet sighs, the mewling noises that spilled like nectar from your lips. He pulled you towards a plateau of pleasure that resonated throughout your core, rattling your bones beneath.
You felt him swell against you, burning between, and your thighs clenched around him. Your chin pressed down to see him, truly for the first time: his horns curling up from his blond hair, the blood-red glow of his eyes pooling onto your skin.
Your mouth fell open, shock and pleasure twisting from your lungs.
Lucifer lifted his head, meeting with your teary gaze, his sharp smile gleaming from your slick. “You may grab onto them, if you need to.” His voice was low, husky.
Your hands trembled to touch and their smooth texture was warm against your palms. You reverberated with his low chuckle as he dipped his head back to the apex of your thighs, his vitality unleashed. He feasted on your essence, and your hands gripped the base of his horns as his forked tongue carved into your sensitive flesh, a pulsing pleasure that poured hotly in your core. You cried out with the prod at your entrance, and he pressed a quick kiss to soothe as his finger curled within you.
“You are doing so well for me,” he crooned as his finger searched, brushing against a spot that brightened your vision, curling your toes. He hummed again, and you felt his satisfaction curling on his lips. “Can you take another one for me?”
Your back arched with his touch; the tandem of his tongue and fingers thrilled you, the pulsing pleasure coiling so tight it was as if your heart was beating outside your body. It unfurled, a blinding light, a sobbed release, this euphoria wrenching the air from your lungs and your muscles contracting around his digits; and Lucifer continued his come hither motion to your completion.
You were eventually brought back to your body, feeling a gentle breeze against the sheen of sweat, the grounding weight pressing to the inside of your thigh. You blinked, seeing Lucifer with his head resting against you, his fingers drawing lazy designs on your skin. His wicked grin was splayed, watching through hooded eyes at the slow rise and fall of your chest as you regained your breath.
You blushed furiously, feeling the dull throb between your thighs, the last remnants of your pleasure he craftily pulled from you. But there was also an ache, a contrast of emotions playing in the haze of your mind: the purpose you were given and this newfound pleasure had.
These are contrary, the one to the other: so that ye cannot do the things that ye would wish.
The blood drained as you pushed to your elbows, a prickling fear that followed the curve of your spine. You stammered, your tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth. “W-what did you say?”
Lucifer tilted his head, his brow furrowed, confused. “I only said that you were beautiful,” and he pushed up, moving to kiss you, softly, sweetly. “You are beautiful just like this.”
You allowed his kiss to comfort you, rekindling the fire he had found within you, with the sweet taste of your sin on his lips.
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we are back with more baby fever causing fluff
the brothers with a pregnant mc
-> brothers x mc
mc is female, not proof read
content warnings: pregnancy, mentions of childbirth
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Lucifer
he will be very protective, as in he won't even let you carry groceries by yourself
if lucifer notices you're in even the slightest bit of pain, he will get you to lie down somewhere and massage any sore spots
he also brings you some sort of healthy snack from time to time
'diavolo, we need to postpone mc's courses at rad until at least she's given birth'
lucifer will also be there with you at every doctor's appointment, you can see his eyes light up whenever he sees the baby on the scan
Mammon
he loves feel the baby kick, if you're okay with it, he will poke your stomach to sort of play with the baby
mammon also likes to tell the baby stories about 'the times he did cool stuff'
if you get any weird craving at 4am in the morning, mammon doesn't mind running to the store to get you food
mammon wanted to be helpful, so he looked up what happens during childbirth, now he's very worried for you
Leviathan
when you first told him you were pregnant, levi was very careful around you, like he was scared to walk next to you with a heavy pot in the kitchen because what if he accidentally hurts you
or worse, what if the baby ends up hating him
levi did get used to the idea of the baby over time, he's not as afraid anymore
he even created an avatar for the baby in his life simulation games
Satan
he knows exactly what happens during every week of your pregnancy (he read five books the day you told him you were pregnant) so if you're worried about anything you can always talk to him
the books mentioned hospital bags and what should go in them, so satan may or may not have prepared a bag before you even started showing
the further along you get, the angrier satan gets when his brothers do dangerous stuff in front of you
Asmodeus
he already made a very long list of name options during the first week he found out you were pregnant
asmo loves to go shopping for baby items with you, he'll hold up a little onesie and go 'aww mc look how tiny they will be'
he already liked to cuddle with you, but now that you've got a baby bump you have to do it at least twice every day
like mammon, he looked up what happens during birth and almost passed out
Beelzebub
probably the happiest out of all the brothers when you tell him you're pregnant, if it's twins beel will be the happiest demon you'll find in all of the devildom
beel keeps a stash of all kinds of different food and doesn't even think about touching it in case you need anything
if the baby is keeping you up the whole night he'll gently rub your stomach and go 'please let your mother sleep'
he cried the first time he felt a kick too
Belphegor
it takes belphie a while to fully process you're actually pregnant
he'll look at you while his mind goes 'baby? mc?' until his expression softens and he hugs you
belphie read online that sleep is important for pregnant humans, he sees it as a good excuse to take more naps together, he's always holding your stomach too
he hates seeing you in discomfort, so he got you every pillow under the sun
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You walk around the HOL singing “I need a big boy, I want a big boy, Gemme a big boy~”
the title says it all. it seems like i can't write more than two boys at a time so I'll just adapt to my flow. Luci and Mams for now
{ Levi & Asmo } | { Simeon & Solomon }
Lucifer
You walk to the living room while singing and plop on the sofa. Or what you thought was the sofa because when you let yourself fall behind, your back collides with a toned torso and large hands find their way around you. “WHa- you weren’t here just now…were you?” He is amused to see your surprised expression and it makes him chuckle. “I don’t understand why you’re so surprised. You just summoned me.” “??? I did not?” You, in fact, did not summon him but it’s shorter to say that than to explain that he was passing by to get to the kitchen, heard you sing and locked eyes with Beel and Mammon who were hanging out in the kitchen, and immediately teleported himself on the sofa before any of them could grant your wish. “I see you don’t realize how powerful you are, Darling.”
Mammon
RUNS to you. You’ve never seen him run so fast. Actually, he even flew to you. He was lying on the sofa scrolling on his phone when you passed by, upon hearing you sing he locked eyes with Levi who happened to lay there too, playing a game. At this point, everything happens in a matter of seconds. They both jump up, by the time Levi is stepping on the coffee table Mammon has already jumped from the nearest sofa from the door. He jumps just as high as that time when he caught the carrot and he looks like he is about to get a kiss from the floor when he skillfully opens his wings and flies up to stand in front of you in a ‘ i’m so cool ‘ pose. He thinks he looks so irresistible in his demon form standing in front of you with a lil smirk on his face (and he is honestly not wrong), knowing he outraced Levi. If he wasn’t so excited about this situation, he might have tried to kabedon you. “so? wad’ya say about this big boy huh?”
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What If They Had A Family? - Hazbin Hotel (PT.2)
Type of Writing: Random Idea
Name: What If They Had A Family? (PT.2)
Characters: Alastor (LINK), Adam, St. Peter, and Lucifer Morningstar
Idea-Giver: Random Ideas
A/N: The readers here are all female besides in Alastor's, which I themed gender-neutral. You can tell who my favorite here is lol
⚠️ Trigger Warnings: Swearing and Death ⚠️ Spoilers for: S1 ⚠️
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Link to Alastor Post:
What Are They Like As Parents? - Hazbin Hotel
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Angel-Third-Wife! Reader ; Red-and-Green Macaw
🎸 Adam has lost his first two wives to the same exact man. I mean for crying out loud, this guy needs a break
🎸 When Adam had first met you, he was very weary at first. Every single other wife of his had run off with the same god-forsaken guy, so do you really blame him for his distrust?
🎸 It took a little while, but the first man did take notice at how you gave him the time to get used to you and trust you, and while you didn’t know it, he warmed up to you really fast when you had cleaned his guitar off and handed it to him while requesting a song
" Let me guess, you want one of the best fuckin’ musicians in history to sing for ya’? You’ve got good taste, love. "
🎸 He absolutely adores you, and when you had finally sealed the deal, he loved talking about having children. He did have two, but they didn’t exactly end well…
🎸 You just smiled and spoke with him deeply, making sure he understood what he really wanted, you didn’t want him regretting his actions or getting in over his head when you did eventually get pregnant
🎸 When your baby girl, which you named Harmonia, came into Heaven, Adam was beyond happy. He planned on spoiling your child until his final breath
🎸 She had caught yours and his wing patterns, so they were large much like her fathers and were blue with Adam’s signature light yellow stripe. And he would swear every time she flapped her wings, she would give him another heart attack. His baby girl was growing up so fast!
🎸 Now, to the real juicy stuff
🎸 Adam is very provocative, so there is no doubt that one of your daughter’s first words is a swear, most likely the f-word
" You mother- "
" Fucker! "
" That's my girl! I’m so proud of you! "
" Adam! "
" What? She spoke! Swearing or not, still a word, toots. "
🎸 You’re gonna get a headache from their actions. Thank god Lute is right alongside you whenever Adam brings his baby to work with the excuse that he’d miss her
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Angel! Reader ; Bombus Auricomus (Kind of Bumblebee)
📑 St. Peter and you had a mutual understanding, children was something you wanted to handle later on
📑 When you did eventually bring the conversation back up, St. Peter just smiled and held your hands in his as he said he had a surprise for you that he thought you’d enjoy
📑 As he covered you eye with a bandanna, your husband brought you down your home’s hallway and opened and door before you heard his wings flap nervously and he tore the fabric away from your eyes
📑 Your eyes widened as you looked at the small nursery, it was colored a pastel yellow with tiny pastel flowers along the bottom and tiny things of honeycomb with bees flying around. And right above the crib was a tiny cot mobile themed with books and bees
" Oh my god… it’s- it’s perfect, my dear. Thank you so much… "
📑 When you and St. Peter talked a bit more on the topic, you guys did eventually conceive a baby, one that you would later identify as your baby boy
📑 Your time in childbirth was magical for St. Peter, as he was nervously pacing and screaming as you practically squashed his hand in your grip. How were you not a warrior angel?!
📑 He no doubt passed out during the ordeal
📑 He had awoken in the chair next to your bed with a glass of water and a couple pills next to the glass. But he ignored it and looked over at you, who was asleep and holding your baby boy
📑 When you awoke, St. Peter pledged the name Favus, which in Latin meant Honeycomb. And when you looked at your son’s tiny light yellow bee wings, you smiled and kissed your husband’s cheek, saying it was perfect
📑 Your husband and son bond so much as he ages. While St. Peter is normally busy with things at Heaven’s Gates, he always takes time to be around his family
📑 He adores to teach your son how to sing. Singing is something that he is spectacular at, so he would love it if his son bonded with him on that
📑 And when his first word came out? No doubt he passed out once more
" D- Dada! "
" Did you just- holy saints… you just said… " *faints*
" Peter! "
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Fallen-Angel! Reader ; Bee Hummingbird
🍎 Lucifer is slightly hesitant when it comes to having any more children. He didn’t want to have a bad relationship with them like how he used to with Charlie, even though it was far better now
🍎 While you were understanding at first, you were growing self-conscious, did he just not want kids with you?
🍎 Once Charlie brought the topic up to her father, the King of Hell just broke down, he was ruining another relationship?! You surely wanted to leave him just like Lilith did all those years ago…
🍎 Charlie just sighed and gave her dad a piece of paper, one with many ideas that could possible help him. But he only looked for a couple seconds before getting the best idea he’s ever had, besides fixing his bond with Charlie and being with you, of course
🍎 Lucifer had brought you out to a small and untouched field just outside of Pentagram City and handed you a bouquet full of bleeding heart flowers, cardinal flowers, fireweed, and trumpet honeysuckles
" My Queen, I just wanted to come somewhere secluded to speak about the possibilities of a family between us. I really want us to move onto the next chapter of our lives, and I’m sure that Charlie would like for us to as well. "
" Really? "
" Of course. I love you more than anything else in existence, both mine in Heaven and in Hell. There is nobody else I would do this with than you. "
" And Lilith. "
" I'm going to ignore that comment… "
🍎 Charlie and the rest of the Hotel were beyond happy for you guys when it was announced you were having your first born son, hell, even Alastor hugged you and handed you a small deer leather slippers, he even made sure they were extra soft for you
🍎 Lucifer just hugged you from behind as Charlie pulled everyone into a group hug, crying about how happy she was to have a baby brother coming into Hell, and she said she couldn’t wait to see how adorable he looked
🍎 When your son did finally come out and looked into his father and mother’s eyes, you guys knew how right Charlie was. He was beyond cute
🍎 His tiny yellow and red eyes, red cheeks, and yellow-tinted ‘hair’ that he inherited from his father while tiny fluttering wings, a slightly long tail similar to the Goetia family’s, and a small beak with feathers for hair that came from you just made him so sweet looking, as if he belonged in Heaven with the rest of the Morningstar family
" What should we name him, Lu’? "
" Hm, how about Anaticula? It means duckling in Latin. "
" Perfect… our little humming-duckling. "
🍎 As Anaticula aged, it was apparent how much like his father he was. He was very silly and talented despite his immense power from his fallen-angel parents
🍎 By the way, his first words are most likely something related to redemption or ducks, since Charlie and Lucifer ramble about the two topic quite often
" It’s just, the redemption was proven to work with Pentious. That means Heaven may rethink their choice! "
" Redeemed ducky? "
" Did he just…? "
" My baby boy just said his first words! Oh, how splendid. Charlie! Call Y/N, she must hear this immediately! "
🍎 He loves to brag about his son in front of Alastor as well, he may now have a baby and new wife to care for at home, but your husband just has to rub this into that Radio Demon’s snout!
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Can I get a face sitting with Lucifer and female mc??
kink prompt ask game!
Lucifer says bon appetit 😋 🍽
CW: NSFW (minors DNI), AFAB reader, mentions of pussy and clit, language, a bit of overstimulation? (Luci can’t get enough 😳)
You believe Lucifer to be an organized person.
No matter the situation, he’s always been a neat , orderly conducted person. Well put together, in control of everything- nothing expected less from the Avatar of Pride.
So it always surprised you when you got to see his control unravel, and his true urges take over- but you couldn’t help but be a little…hesitant.
“Are you sure Luci?”
“Why would I not be?” Lucifer raised an eyebrow as he kneaded your hips, ruby colored nails lazily rubbing circles on your skin.
“I don’t know…I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable-“
“Darling, how would you be making me uncomfortable if I’m the one that requested this?” Lucifer then leaned in to press a kiss to your lips, eyes half lidded as he softly held your cheek. “Do you not want this?”
“I-I do.” You felt a bit of warmth spread throughout your body.
“Then relax my love, and let me take care of you.”
With that, Lucifer laid down below you, and slowly brought your form towards him. Your breath caught when you felt him kiss your slit, body jolting as he chuckled beneath you.
“Nngh- Luci- ah!” You moaned when you felt him lick your clit, soon giving it a suck before his tongue entered inside you, his arms tightening and pulling you in closer.
You covered your face with your arms, lips parted in a silent scream as Lucifer continued, the sounds of slurping filling the air. Your hips bucked against his tongue, crying out as it went even deeper inside- any restraint either of you had before was gone, his pace quickening as you felt yourself growing closer to the edge.
“F-fuck Lucifer! Don’t stop, don’t stop-“ you begged, toes curling and eyes crossed as you felt him give your clit another harsh suck that left you crying out. You couldn’t focus- had his tongue always been that long- and you practically squealed when he moaned, the sensation sending constant shivers of pleasure down your spine.
Lucifer didn’t let up, even encouraged to go faster as your whines grew louder, bouncing and riding his face as you finally felt the warmth boiling in your stomach spill over,
“I’m cumming!”
Your eyes rolled back as you became undone, body convulsing as you rode out your high, hips bucking involuntary against Lucifer’s face. You whimpered as he held you tight, drinking in your release and only letting go after he had his fill. Your thighs quivered in overstimulation, whining when he left a parting kiss on your slit.
You fell forward, panting and body twitching from the aftershocks, mind left reeling as Lucifer sat up and licked at his lips, smirking. “Mm, delicious.”
You were a bit embarrassed by his words, and you went to hide your face in the pillow- but he already stole it away before you got the chance, always the sadistic one. “There’s no need to hide- did you enjoy yourself?”
“Ye-yes, I did.”
“Good. I told you there was nothing to be concerned about.” His smile was genuine and his words were truthful, but there was something about it that still had you a bit on edge- like an underlying sense of…danger? Not life-threatening, but-
You gasped when you felt his fingers prod at your pussy once more, brushing your clit and chuckling at your reaction. His smile soon turned into a smirk, eyes growing darker, “Now then, let’s continue, yes?”
Judging by how strained his pants were, it seemed like he didn’t want to waste another moment.
“The night is far from over.”
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Me, realising that if I want to read a story about the amazing asks in my inbox I have to write it
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Lucifer x F!MC
Unexpected Expectations Part 2 ♡
This part will be almost purely smut. Make sure to check the first part:
Warnings: Smut so minors DNI.
It contains: Spanking, Blindfold, butt plug, cowgirl.
Trigger Warning for mild use of safe word
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- Lucifer?!
<<I immediately close my legs and cover myself with the bedsheets. He smiles wickedly.>>
Lucifer: What are you covering exactly? Are you suddenly embarrassed?
<<He walks closer to the bed and eventually sits beside me. He caresses my still panicked face. I didn't expect my heartbeat to go faster than it already was.>>
Lucifer: It seems like, you missed me too much. I can't lie, I did to... as you already know.
<<He smirks and I take his hand.>>
- It's been too long Lucifer, I want you
<<I kneel on the bed and the bed sheets fall beside me. He holds me from my waist and he kisses me.>>
Lucifer: Then, I shall give you what you want. Will you give me permission to do as I please with you?
- Yes
<<I reply before he even got to finish his sentence. >>
Lucifer: What's your safe word?
- Green when everything is fine, Yellow when I feel uncomfortable and you switch the position, Red when I want you to stop completely. Come on Lucifer you know I remember them, hurry.
Lucifer: No, it's important to check and you know it. Now... come in front of me and lay on my lap, alright?
<<I nod and I do exactly as he says, I know exactly what's coming.>>
Lucifer: Now tell me, why did you use that toy? Were you simply aroused or as an substitute to me fucking you?
- The... the second one.
Lucifer: You know, I don't mind you using toys yet, I do get upset when your body asks for me and you limit yourself to that silicone thing... How many do you think you deserve to get your lesson? 10? 20?..
100?
- 100? Lucifer... maybe 5..
Lucifer: 5? *he laughs menacingly as he puts his hand on my buttcheek and caresses it.* 5 is too little... maybe let's start with 15 and I'll judge if you need more...discipline.
<<Lucifer starts spanking me and makes me count them, one by one. With every one he gets rougher, while I get wetter. 17..18.. 19..>>
Lucifer: 20? Did you say 20? Hmm... too early. Start from 0, again.
<<He slaps my butt once more and I start to count again, until I reach 20. At this point I barely feel my buttcheek and I know for a fact my liquids stained his pants.>>
Lucifer: Good girl, you took all 40, you're making me very happy.
<<He takes a deep breath and he orders me to stand up. He asks me my color. I reply with "Green" and he smiles and kisses my cheek.>>
Lucifer: Now, get up and take off your bra and panties and stand with your tits against the wall by the window.
<<I blush a bit and I remove my underwear and follow his orders. I press my front on the cold wall and I feel my nipples get tingly. I arch my lower back a bit and he rests his hand on my hip. Lucifer stays behind me while still wearing all of his clothes.>>
Lucifer: Is this alright, dear?
<<Lucifer puts a blindfold over my eyes.>>
- Yes, I think I like were this is going.
Lucifer: Good. Now how about this?
<<Lucifer moves a butt plug on my ass. After I reply positively, he puts it in and kisses my neck.>>
Lucifer: I won't put a gag in your mouth this time. Since I can't see your expression, I want you to use your words. I want you to take your hands and put them up against the wall until I say otherwise.
<<With that order, I hear Lucifer taking off his shirt and unzipping his pants. I feel his two fingers move up and down from my clit to my vagina.>>
Lucifer: Do you like being under my control so much, or is it simply because of the anticipation of being filled by my cock after a month?
- Don't act like you don't get me like this everytime. You know I'm a mess for you everytime.
<<Lucifer chuckles and turns my head slightly to kiss me. He whispers "I love you" and I feel his cock enter me slowly. From the tip to the base and back out again fully. His almost animalistic grunts are already filling the room as I myself feel that sensation that's driving me crazy, that makes my body immediately bend in half. Lucifer starts with slow and soft thrusts while his hands hold my hips. I need to feel more of him so I start to move myself back against him and he immediately gets his right hand off of my hip and grabs my neck.>>
Lucifer: I don't think I said "move your hips" now, did I?
- Sorry.. Can you go faster, Lucifer?
Lucifer: I would if you asked first but since you didn't...
<<He pulls out and makes me get on my knees.>>
Lucifer: Earn it.
<<With my hands I try to locate his cock and I immediately take him in my mouth. At first just the tip while I softly suck it and lick it with my tongue.>>
Lucifer: Deeper
<<As he says that, he puts his hand on my head and moves it so that his whole dick, well most of it, gets in for as much as I can take. I choke and cough but try my best to suck him from tip to base while tears run from my eyes and wet the blindfold.>>
- Yellow
<<I say after almost 5 tries. As much as I want, it's almost unbearable for me right now. Maybe the lack of vision, maybe the sudden change too>>
<<Lucifer immediately pulls away and helps me up>>
Lucifer: Alright darling. You did very good. Do you want to stop or continue?
- Continue, please.
Lucifer: Of course
<<He kisses me and he puts me against the wall once again. He presses the button on the butt plug and it starts to vibrate and slowly move inside me.>>
- Ooh fuck~
<<Is all I can say as I feel the sensations burst inside me. My body feels so good yet the emptiness of my pussy is devastating.>>
- Lucifer, put it in please.
<<Without a word, he puts it in forcefully and he lets out a low moan. I arch my back as my body gets excited. Lucifer takes his hand and softly chokes me exactly as I like it while the pace of his thrusts rises. I smile to myself from satisfaction and whimper. Lucifer slowly let's go of my neck and he gets both of his hands on my breasts and he flicks and pinches my nipples in-between of him squeezing them. I immediately lose my mind and my body moves on its own.>>
<<Lucifer then takes off my blindfold with one hand, he pulls out for a second and turns me around quickly. He helps me put my legs by his sides and he holds them up with his hands as he starts to thrust once more. With the first one, I feel him hitting my sweet spot.>>
- Yes yes Lucifer, right there, please do that again
<<Lucifer smiles and he keeps hitting my spot repeatedly. At the same time he lockes his gaze with mine and smiles at me. I hold on to him by putting my hands on his shoulders. As I get closer I warn him and I grip tightly on him. He keeps the pace up as I like it and as I'm about to cum, he puts his mouth on mine and my orgasm hits at the same time. My lower body trembles and that orgasm lasts for a few seconds more than usual.>>
Lucifer: Come on, you can do it once more.
<< He says as he takes me to the bed and start to fuck me senseless as he chases his own orgasm. I put my hand on my clit as I feel indeed a second wave coming soon.>>
<<Lucifer calls out my name and I start to feel his cock throbbing inside me, yet he did want me to cum once more so aftee a few seconds he darkens his eyes and he moves fast again, not caring that he just came, so that I can go again. His cock is still hard, it has more to give.>>
- My turn
<<In adrenaline rush, as I'm wrapped around him, I manage to turn him over and I am now sitting on him. I position myself correctly and I start to move on him in cowgirl position. Lucifer chuckles impressed, even though it's not the first time this happened. I put my hands on the headboard and move my hips desperate to cum once more. Lucifer moves himself up and down too and that combination is thankfully getting us off pretty fast. My legs give out as I orgasm and I fall on top of him as I feel him filling me up once more.>>
Lucifer: Shower?
- I can't move my legs right now
Lucifer: We're sweaty and your thighs are full of my cum dripping out of you.
- Carry me then
Lucifer: Is that a proper way to ask for something?
- Yes, I'm tired right now that's the best you'll get
<<I frown and bury my head on his neck as I feel him moving my body a bit upwarss so that he can pull out. Needless to say apart from a bath, we need to change the bedsheets too>>
- Ugh, I don't want to deal with this.
Lucifer: Why don't we turn on the jacuzzi and lay there for as long as you'll like?
<<I nod and I indeed get him to carry me all the way inside the jaccuzi. He's a strong demon afterall so my weight is nothing to him.>>
<<I lay in his arms on the jaccuzi and it's so warm and comfortable I want to stay here forever>>
- I think I might just sleep as well
Lucifer: Mm, you should yes... I'll hold you all the time so, sleep my love.
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Lucifer: MC, the teachers told me that you fell asleep in class at least fifth times. Care to explain it?
MC: ...I am sorry. I think I was fell unconscious and can't focus on the class. *Sad*
Lucifer:... Is it because you're bleeding? *Turn soft*
MC: Not only, I also feel pain and tired... exhausted is more accurate.
MC: But I know I can't blame my behaviors on my period all. So, what should I do to make up my lost? *Lips quivering and their eyes are red*
Lucifer: Are you cring!? *Shocked and doesn't know what to do*
MC: *Wipe the tears and sniffed* Sorry, emotional waves.
Lucifer: *clear his throat* Well, I just want an explanation for your performance recently, but if you feel guilt for that, how about this?
MC: You sure this is enough for making up?
Lucifer: *sips his tea* It's the better way for us, don't you think? You can rest all you want, and you won't have to force yourself to listen the classes.
MC: Yes, but—but I thought that would have some... punishment?
Diavolo: *chuckle* No, MC. Licifer wouldn't do that if he knew you're in uncomfortable. He's a reasonable demon and he's really soft for you. *Beams when Lucifer give him the eyes*
Licifer: Diavolo... *Shifting his eyes away and blush*
Barbatos: Here's your favourite cake, MC. The tea I prepare for you is help to ease the cramps.
MC: *sob* Barbatos...thank you all.
The fantastic three: *Smile and glad they have some quality time with MC.*
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Hello! Can you write something about lucifer (from hazbin hotel) with a s/o (gn or f reader) who announces she's pregnant with his kid to him and to Charlie? Thanks <33
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𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 -- 𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞… (𝑯𝒂𝒛𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝑯𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒍)
(𝐰𝐜): 463
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You recently learned that you're pregnant with Lucifer's child and can't wait to announce it to Lucifer and Charlie.
(𝐀/𝐍): Pregnancy posts are hard lowkey my search history's looking wack rn
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): Reader's preg, mention of nausea (literally just saying you've had nausea)
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♡ You are so excited!
♡ For some time, you've aching, constantly tired, and nauseous off your ass.
♡ But last night, you finally had the nerve to take a pregnancy test and it came out positive.
♡ You've been absolutely aching to tell Lucifer, but you had the sudden idea to tell Lucifer and Charlie at the same time, so you had to wait a few days.
♡ Lucifer noticed your behavior.
♡ He'd tease you about it like you were falling for him all over again and acting like you two were hiding from your parents, but he would always try to sneak up on you and scare you suddenly as if that would make you confess what you were so happy about.
♡ Waiting for the meeting you planned was absolutely agonizing.
♡ You were on the verge of just telling Lucifer and his probing didn't help, but you were able to hold it in until the meeting.
♡ You were wiggling in your seat the whole ride there.
♡ When you finally got to the hotel, you nearly threw yourself inside so you could begin the preparations for your announcement.
♡ You planned on dropping some hints throughout conversation, making a big deal of baking buns, and got a pair of shirts for Lucifer and Charlie--one that said "Dad of two" and another that said "Best big sister."
♡ Everyone else in the hotel had been given things to do so they weren't there. You were determined to make this moment special and having Alastor strangers around to potentially make it awkward.
♡ The day went off without a hitch! The two had picked up your clever hints and knew something was up.
♡ Charlie already seemed to understand, she looked as excited as you were, but Lucifer just knew you were trying to hint at something, he just couldn't figure out what until you brought out the shirts.
♡ You didn't have time to wrap them or anything, so you just told them to close their eyes while you put their respective shirts in front of them.
♡ Finally, you told them to open their eyes and got to see their reactions.
♡ Charlie reacted immediately, cheering and pulling you and Lucifer into a big hug, squealing that she's going to be a big sister.
��� It takes Lucifer a second to realize.
♡ "Wha--are you pregnant? Oh my god--me too! I mean--you're pregnant!"
♡ The three of you talked endlessly about what you would do with the baby. The memories you'd make, all the clothes you'd dress them in, and how cute you'd make the nursery, everything.
♡ That night confirmed everything for you; becoming a part of this family was the best decision you've ever made.
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A Night with Lucifer.
Genre: smut
Warnings// let me know if I missed anything so I can add it// whimpering, whining, Cum, mentions of cum, breeding, cum tasting, overstimulation, begging, dominance, oral, making out, demon sex, aggressive, /// READ AT OWN DESIRES. Viewer discretion advised.
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He lifted your legs and pulled you close so his hips met yours. He leaned down to place a kiss on your lips. Taking a soft moment to look in your eyes and give a smile. You winced a bit as he went in. His tip stretching you ever so slightly. A hum rising from him as he pushed in deeper. A soft moan that only continued to grow left your lips.
He held your hands down. Holding you in a mating press as he bottomed out inside you. Feeling how lovely and wet your insides were. How warm it felt around him.. he kissed your neck and whispered in your ear. “I love you, I’ll love you all night long and for the rest of forever.”
You nodded and whimpered as he started slowly thrusting. It only hurt for a bit, but that pain quickly turned into pleasure. Two bodies connected. Two hearts became one. He held your hands interlocked as he thrusted into you. His hair falling in front of his face. Grunts and groans escaping his lips. The room was filled with lewd sounds of moans and mewls. Hips rocking together and the slapping of his skin on yours. The sound of your juices mixing together. And the sound of the popping fire.
“Oh Lucifer~ p-please.” You started to beg. Beg for what exactly? Who knows.
“Please what? Mngh~ use your words Mc.” Even in such an intimate moment he showed his dominance. Hot really. Giving butterflies in one’s stomach.
“More. P-please I need more of you.” Your hands moved from his and wrapped around his neck.
You wanted more, and more he would gladly give you. He started to speed up. His whole length inside you. His cock reaching places unimaginable and scratching against all the right spots. His crimson eyes started to glow a bit as his horns erupted from his head and his wings sprouted from his back. You really bring out the demon in him. Bring out his most sensitive instincts and his most powerful desires.
His wings started slowly flapping behind him. Which only made him fuck you kire aggressively. Roughly. Scratching into back and loud moans danced from your tongue. Speaking of tongues, his mouth connected to yours. His tongue exploring every inch and crevices of your mouth. Dancing against yours like the most beautiful tango. The smacking of lips and rolling of hips was enough to hurl you into your first orgasm. He kissed down your neck as your back arched. He slowed down a bit but kept going just as hard. Your legs shaking as you were slightly overstimulated.
He pulled out of you and quickly dipped between your thighs. Slurping and sucking on your clit. He wanted to taste you and all you had to offer. He licked you clean and ate ul all your juices. Humming in pleasure just from the taste of you. His cock was throbbing and twitching. He jacked himself off a few times and groaned. He looked up at you. Your face was flushed red and you panted out. He waited a moment, giving you a soft break…before he stood up and flipped you around. Helping you get into the right position as carefully and quickly as possibly. Having you bent over on all fours.
His soft black wings tiptoed against your skin. Sending goosebumps all over. He trailed his hand up your back, pressing into your arch. His other hand rubbing your ass and giving it a nice smack. He chuckled. Didn’t talk much but his actions spoke louder than anything he could’ve said. He realigned himself up and slide back into you. His hand on your back trailed up more, snacking around your neck and giving it a nice grip. His chest pressed against your back as he thrusted into you.
His Grunting turned into moans. His thrusts were faster. Yet becoming sloppier.. “Fuck, MC. You’re gonna just sit there all pretty and let me fill you up like this?”
He gripped your hips with one hand. Thrusting harder and deeper into you. The pounding of his hips starting to sting your ass. He used two fingers from the hand that was around your throat and moved them into your mouth for you to suck on. He was moaning loud and proud now. How could he not be filled with pride? His precious MC bringing him so much pleasure. Just that thought alone was enough to get him all riled up. Your muffled moans sung out like the most beautiful song. He gave a few more thrusts before you felt that warmth inside you. He bit your shoulder letting out a muffled moan of his own. His fingers sliding out your mouth so he can wrap both arms around your waist.
Moaning loudly and holding you in place so he could fill you with his seed. Enough for it to drip out. He breathed heavily and held it there. Catching his breath and kissing the back of your neck as he slowly pulled out. Whimpers escaped you as you felt his cum fall out of you. Your legs now like jelly as you collapse down onto the bed. He rubbed your back. “Oh you did so good MC. As perfect as always.” He leaned down and kissed your head. “How about we take a nice warm bath together… listen to a record and perhaps watch a movie as we whine down for the evening. Would you like that?”
He spoke softly and was so gently with how he handled you.
“Y-yes please.”
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Lucifer, diavolo,barbatos, separatly please! find out their lover fem mc is pregnant with their child if that's okay thank you!
Hi! That's so cute! I hope you like what I made of it
they find out mc is pregnant
-> lucifer, diavolo and barbatos x mc
mc is female, not proof read
content warnings: pregnancy, throwing up and really mild suggestive content (diavolo's part), mild angst but fluffy otherwise (lucifer's part)
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Lucifer
he notices the slightest change you go through very fast
it started with just sore breasts and fatigue, lucifer didn't think much of it because he knows pms might cause this
but then you started showing more suspicious symptoms and there was no period to be seen, lucifer already knew what time it was
still, he took you to a doctor just to make sure, and yep you were pregnant
honestly, he's pretty scared of becoming a father, he has tons of work to do and his brothers really hate him sometimes, what if he can't give the baby what they need?
lucifer never shared his worries though, he was excited to meet your child regardless and they kind of ebbed away with time
this man was already protective, but now he has evolved
you can't even carry a purse without him taking over, you don't have to go to rad if you don't feel like it and he brings you some sort of healthy snack every few hours
also he wants to rub your stomach 24/7 but, for now, pride prevents him from doing so, but he does it every time (he thinks) you're asleep
Diavolo
you were sick randomly one morning, and diavolo thought you just have the cold or flu
so he treats you as if you're sick, he lets you stay in bed and makes sure you're hydrated it's weird you don't have a fever, though
but you kept getting sick, especially in mornings, and seemed fine otherwise
one day, diavolo found string cheese at the supermarket and he came to show it to you, but you threw up at the smell
this is when he knew something weird was going on, he suspected pregnancy but he didn't want to get his hopes crushed if it turns out false
'barbatos, mc is sick and tired a lot, I brought her funny cheese but it made her throw up, I'm really worried'
well barbatos knew what you two did about a month ago, but sends a doctor your way just in case
oh diavolo is so excited for his baby when the doctors confirm your pregnancy
he's so excited you might have to stop him from hanging posters about it all over rad
he also holds your stomach a lot, in fact solomon figured out you were pregnant because diavolo kept hugging your middle when he came over to burrow barbatos' pan
Barbatos
well he probably saw it coming due to his powers
he knew he should not want this, it will stand in the way of work, but he can't help but smile at the thought of having a child with you
so he doesn't do anything to prevent it from happening, in fact, he tells diavolo you might get pregnant soon in the hopes he gets some off time
luckily diavolo is a nice boss, he gives his butler all the free days he wants
barbatos doesn't know if he should tell you though, he ends up not saying what he knows since you might want it to be a surprise
then comes the day you show him the positive test, that day is one of his best days ever
barbatos is prepared to give you a massage if anything is sore, he will make you ginger tea to help with the nausea and will find the finest quality mattress and pillows for you, plus you're absolutely not doing any work on his watch
barbatos doesn't check the future further after making sure you will be healthy, he wants the rest to be a surprise for himself too
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Should I start writing for the Hazbin Hotel characters as well?🤔🤔
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wanna be outside with him, hanging out in a park, with orange, and yellow trees, a nice lil breeze, and rays of sunshine cutting through the clouds. wanna tuck back his hair to drown into his eyes and hold his cold hands in mine. he looks so adorable, his nose and ears a cute pink and when he smiles, oohh when he smiles with his eyes, naked in a desert of snow you'd feel warm if his loving gaze were on you. such an amount of love in his eyes would boil water in no time
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