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yourlocaldisneyvillain · 8 months

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belong (nsfw)

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Sumarry: Lucifer is always so very gentle with you.

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A/N: Inspired by this fic, but I made it dark. Sorry? TW: non-con TAGS: #bathtub sex #aftercare #implied sexual content #non-explicit sex #post-coital cuddling #implied/referenced dubious consent #soul selling #pondering the nature of free will and soul contracts #sort of psychological thriller vibes but not really #dubious consent #deal with a devil #love bites #implied rough sex #light praise kink

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Sprawled against the Devil’s chest in a grand bathtub next to the fireplace, you don’t think it can get better than this. Their soft breasts pressed against your back, their nimble fingers tracing patterns on your chest and stomach, their warm breath on your neck. Their soft lips on the sensitive skin of your jaw, their hair tickling you, their touch gentle and caring. It’s all like a dream. The softest, sweetest, most wonderful dream — the kind that you have right before you ought to wake up.

Ah, it’s just what your sore and aching body needs.

The water is hot, and yet your lover’s touch makes you shiver. Gooseflesh appears on your skin. You wince when they caress a dark bruise their teeth left on your breast.

“Aren’t you a sensitive little thing,” they say, and the low rumble next to your ear causes another shiver to run down your spine. Their voice is lilting and melodious — sweet and delicious and oozing like caramel. Just for that voice alone, you’d do anything.

Anything is a dangerous promise.

They kiss the painful, throbbing love-bite on your neck. A sharp gasp escapes you.

“Tell me, have I been too rough with you? I forget how… fragile mortals can be.”

They’ve been less than gentle with you, that much is true. And yet, you can’t find it in yourself to mind. The pain brought with it indescribable pleasure. It left you aching and sensitive and marked with bruises, but pleasurably spent. However, you’re content to be pampered with gentle touch and a hot bath with fragrant oils and salts — you don’t think you could take anything more than utmost tenderness right now.

“You haven’t,” you say, and they chuckle into your ear — a low, deep sound, a puff of air against your earlobe.

“Liar,” they whisper into your ear. You can feel them smile against it. “Don’t worry, my sweet lamb. I intend to be nothing but gentle with you now that I’ve had my fun.”

Their warm breath on your ear has an intoxicating effect on you. You close your eyes and smile stupidly, leaning into them as much as you can, wanting to be as close to them as possible.

“Sweet thing,” they say and run their hand down your torso, down, down until they reach between your legs. You wince when they touch the bruised and abused bundle of nerves nestled between your lower lips. It’s painful, rather than pleasurable.

“Lucifer,” you say softly, and they make a little circle with their fingers. Your abdominal muscles convulse and you hiss. “Please, I can’t take it.”

“No?” they ask softly and plant a kiss on your neck. “But I am being so very gentle.”

They gently flick their fingers over the little bud and you buck your hips involuntarily. You try to move away from the painful touch, but there is nowhere to go. You are engulfed by their much larger body, by their gentle, but unrelenting hands. “Please,” you breathe, “I can’t.”

“The human body is wondrous thing. It entertains me greatly to see how much my touch affects you,” they say almost conversationally. They rub gentle circles, but even the lightest pressure makes you cry out in pain. However, hidden somewhere beneath the pain, distant pleasure starts to build. It grows in your lower belly, warm and steady.

Belonging to the Devil isn’t something one should take lightly.

“Sweet, sweet lamb — how you amuse me. It feels good, doesn’t it?” they whisper softly, their voice a soothing lullaby in your ear. “Tell me, do you wish me to stop?”

You open your mouth to say yes, but words evade you. “I can’t,” you say instead.

“Of course you can,” they say, saccharine sweet. “Do you want me to show you?”

No, you want to say, but the words don’t come. “It hurts,” you whine.

You’re hot — aching and throbbing, your lungs full of steam rising from the bath, hyperaware of their body pressing into your own, of their breath on your ear. They are inexorable, rubbing gentle circles, making you pant and whimper. The once distant pleasure emerges through the pain, stronger, clearer than before.

“Poor thing,” they coo, sugary sweet. “So sensitive, and yet doing so well for me. So obedient. Such a good girl.”

Their voice renders you dizzy and confused. What is it you wanted to say?

“Do you want me to stop?” they ask again and press harder. You cry out. They laugh into your neck — a warm gush of air and a sound of angel-bells ringing.

Stop, yes, stop — that’s what you wanted to say — but they rub harder and faster and then overwhelming, all-consuming pleasure washes over you. The intensity of it crashes and then ebbs and flows like a wave. You’re distantly aware of your own cries and the Devil’s soft words.

“See, my sweet dove? You can.”

But I didn’t want to, you think — a distant, hazy thought, something you can almost grasp.

They whisper soft words of encouragement into your ear, and their voice ebbs and flows not unlike the pleasure in your belly. You convulse and ache and grip their arm, and they shush you, hold you, and caress you.

It takes a while before the pain and the pleasure subside. You’re sore and achey and spent — even more so than before. You didn’t think it possible.

“I…” you try to speak.

“You…?” they mock you sweetly.

“I didn’t…”

“Didn’t you?,” they say, smiling into your neck. You can feel the sharpness of their teeth against your skin.

I didn’t, you want to say, but you aren’t so sure anymore. A pleasant, blissful sleepiness weighs on your limbs like a heavy cloak. You drift in and out of sleep as the Devil gently cleans your sweaty skin, rubs your scalp, washes your hair and peppers soft kisses over your abused body. Tender, beautiful aftercare — exactly what you need — and oh, they do it so lovingly.

It isn’t until you’re dried off and carefully carried and laid upon the bed — on the most exquisite and decadent silken sheets — that you find it in yourself to speak. You’re sleepy, so terribly sleepy, and yet you manage to ask what’s been on your mind for some time now.

“Lucifer…” you manage to utter, softly and quietly.

“Yes?” they ask as they settle next to you, pulling you close, wrapping their arms around your waist. They bury their nose into your hair and inhale deeply.

“Do I… have agency? Now, after the…”

They wrap a wing around you, shielding you and covering you as if with a blanket. “Of course you do. You can have anything you desire.”

They’re right — you do get everything you desire. And yet, what agency does someone — something — that belongs have? Is a plaything allowed to desire? And if it is, do they just end up desiring what their Master wants?

“Really?” you murmur. Your eyelids are heavy with sleep. A wonderful, warm feeling, and yet there is something underneath it. You can almost remember what it is.

“Name it and it is yours, little lamb.”

Yes, yes, it is true, you think as you snuggle closer to them. They’re warm and they smell like burning wood — comforting, like a fire that chases away the winter cold that wants to settle in one’s very bones. It’s true, you think — they always ask what you want.

It’s just that you always seem to want exactly what they do.

You want to ask something else, but it escapes you. Something on the tip of your tongue you can’t quite grasp. A question, a flickering light you can’t quite catch.

You sigh softly and drift into sleep — warm and safe in Lucifer’s embrace. Who knows, maybe if you stayed awake just a tad longer, you’d have remembered what you wanted to ask.

Indeed — selling one's soul to the Devil isn’t something one should take lightly.

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#lucifer morningstar #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer sandman #lucifer smut #sandman lucifer #the sandman 2022 #gwendoline christie #i will write my own garbage and also consume it

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ella-bug · 4 months

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It's been almost a year since I painted these works but I still love it!

#gwendoline christie #lucifer #the sandman #sandman lucifer #lucifer morningstar #gwendolineuniverse #gwendoline is mommy

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littledollll · 3 months

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I have a request!

Lucifer sitting on the bed while their partner (reader) shows them how they look in different lingerie and asking which one they like better

Take your time and take care 🫶

Fashion show

Lucifer Morningstar x reader

A/n: this was so FUN to write man. I’ve had daydreams about this before actually. I love it here. I hope you enjoy<3

Warnings: touching, lingerie, aludes to sex, nipple play, praise.

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“Look who’s finally back..” Lucifer says with a smile as they spot you come in through the heavy throneroom doors. You came in with a returning smile and a few bags in your hands, which were quickly taken off you and dropped off in your shared room by one of the maids.

“Happy to see me?” “Overjoyed. Every second here without you is torture.”

“Well you can’t blame hell for being hell!” You mused as you approached the devil.

“I can, and I shall. I’m always happy to be accompanied by you, my love.”

“Will you let me put on a little show for you?” You smiled as you moved into your devil’s lap. “A show?” They asked in an amused tone, tilting their head as one of their hands caressed your cheek.

“Mhm!” You nodded. Nuzzling against it, you placed a kiss on their palm. “A show. So you can see all the lovely clothes I brought back from the living.”

“Ah, a fashion show, just for me? I do believe I would enjoy that.” They nodded as you moved off their lap, keeping a hand on theirs as you quickly ushered them to your private quarters. They followed along without issue.

Once you arrived, Lucifer was a bit forcefully pushed to sit on the bed, your excitement getting the better of you. “That’s no way to treat your lord, angel.” Lucifer said with a quirked brow, tilting their head curiously your way.

You loved it so much when they did that adorable headtilt.

“It’s no way to treat my lover! I apologize sincerely. If my fashion show doesn’t make it up to you, I’ll let you choose a reward as compensation.” You played along, placing a hurried kiss to their cheek before running along into your unnecessarily large closet to get changed, the bags already being placed inside.

“Pick a color!” You yelled from the closet. Lucifer chuckled. “Any color?”

“Well I don’t have every color. But I might have the one you pick! Or something similar..”

“Oh alright.” They entertained.

“I’ll say... red.” Of course they would. Who is Lucifer without their signature red, black and white colors?

“Perfect choice, my love. As always.” You were more than prepared for this.

You slipped on the most conservative one you had first. ‘Slipped’ is the wrong word for it, considering these things were half impossible to put on. But you managed.

A simple deep red, lacy, one piece with quite the lot of holes, but not in the necessary places.

You looked at yourself in the mirror once, and then thrice to make sure everything was as it should, before you made a rather dramatic strut out of the closet doors.

Lucifer’s smile reached their eyes at your behavior. The piece suited you beautifully but it was all about how you wore it. “Oh so this is how it’s going to be?”

“I told you, red was a very wise color.” You nodded and they motioned you to come closer.

As you did, Lucifer’s hands found your waist, where the lingerie has the cut outs to show your stunning skin. “Very nice… I’m already loving every second of this.” The touch made a shiver go up your spine, and you looked at their face, studying the fit on your body.

They turned you in their arms, getting a full view of what you had on. The back was pretty and simple aswell. Not much revealed but still appreciated by them. “Delightful. You might be pardoned for pushing me onto the bed because of this.”

“Oh no don’t forgive me yet, I have a few more!” Lucifer hummed. “How many is a few?”

“Mm.. it’s a surprise!” You smiled, turning to face them once more. “A surprise… Alright I’ll bite. Go on and get changed.”

And so you went. You very purposely picked out lingerie in their three colors, of course. So you had two more left to show. And you’d leave the white for last.

Next up was a cute black one. A two piece. It had a big, Star-shaped cut out in the center of the chest, your nipples just peaking from the corners of it. It was slightly uncomfortable, you’d admit. The way the fabric rubbed against you was providing a special type of feeling.

The bottoms were a little more risky, having a star pattern all over that showcased almost all of your skin.

“Turn for me, angel.” You did as asked and Lucifer’s hands moved down your hips and ass, which was on full display, giving a gentle squeeze. “Now this.. is a beautiful view. What made you choose the stars, sweetheart?”

“Isn’t it just adorable! And well.. you are the Morningstar. I thought it fit quite nicely.”

Lucifer nodded along as you spoke. “Yes, yes it does. Very lovely choice this one. I hope to be seeing it again very soon.”

You giggled, pulling yourself away from their arms. “Alright, one more left. Then you’ll get to touch and hold me all you want.”

“I like that idea. Go ahead, angel.”

The white one went on easier, perhaps because there was significantly less fabric to mess with. This one was quite the piece. The most revealing you had, definitely.

Lucifer’s jaw was practically on the floor when you stepped out. It was a tree piece, the bra could barely be considered a bra, it was more like a few thin straps barely holding together. For only decoration since your nipples were revealed by small heart shaped cut outs. The lower half was once again barely held up by some tiny string on each side that went over your hips, your breasts on full display, and a bigger heart shaped cut out, was exposing your mound.

You didn’t bother to wait for them to call you closer, instead you freely moved towards them, giving a little twirl to show all of it. The backside was basically naked if not for a few straps that held the garment together. And what caught their eye for a moment was the pearly and white garter you had wrapped around your thigh.

“You saved the best for last.” Lucifer said after regaining their composure. Their eyes practically eating you up as you stood before them. You hummed. “Do you really think so?” Lucifer nodded quickly. Their hands gripping on your skin, which was far from gentle but very much welcome. “Yes, definitely.”

“The white looks beautiful on your skin… it’s decorating your body just so nicely. Not hiding a thing from me but giving me more to see, yes. This is certainly my favorite.” And how they could’ve continued rambling on about its perfection for years to come.

“What a cute little thing… shall I slide it off with my teeth?” Lucifer murmured as they snapped the garter around your thighs, giving you a small sting. “Later, maybe…”

“No. Now. Right now.” Their voice showed urgency as they pulled you to straddle just one of their thighs. The feeling of your bare cunt against them could send them straight back to heaven.

Lucifer’s lips were quick to meet your chest. Warm mouth wrapping around your soft nipples that were just so readily available to them. They delighted in the way you gasped in pleasure, tangling your hands into their hair and holding them against your chest.

“Oh I-“ you released a shaky breath, closing your eyes. “I believe I’ve been convinced…”

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geistergreen · 10 months

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✨️tall, evil women with wings✨️

(Yes, I used the spider man meme)

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #tall vampire lady #diablo 4 lilith #sandman lucifer

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thebifisignal · 4 months

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Is pinterest onto something?

#gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse #larissa weems #brienne of tarth #sandman lucifer #this might be a sign #or foreshadowing

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herwifexx · 6 months

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Gwen new project and she's going to be a witch

and her name would be aura!!

#gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse #larissa weems #captain phasma #brienne of tarth #principal larissa weems #jan stevens #sandman lucifer #gwen in fabric #lady jane

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lovingkvinner · 1 year

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HAD TO USE MY HAND TO MUFFLE MY SCREAM

#gwendoline christie #larissa weems #principal weems #brienne of tarth #lesbian #wednsday addams #sandman lucifer #gay

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lucifersimp · 2 years

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Gwendoline Christie - British GQ style - September 2019

#gwendoline christie #etheral beauty 😭♥️#sandman lucifer #larissa weems

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dowsing-umbrella · 2 years

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Lucifer: I am a Butcher Bacterium!

Matthew: Say you're an antibiotic!

Dream *dying on the floor*: what the fuck is an antibiotic?

#sandman morpheus #the sandman #sandman #sandman matthew #sandman lucifer

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nonamxix · 2 months

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Gwendoline Christie at Prada aw24 (x)

#gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse #larissa weems #sandman lucifer #brienne of tarth #jan stevens #prada fw24

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 6 months

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Pet Play Kink with Lucifer Morningstar ~Kinktober 2023

Happy October 18!!! Today is a Pet Play Kink. With the one and only, ruler of hell, from The Sandman, Lucifer Morningstar. Hope your Enjoy!! 🖤🩸

Previous Day <—found here!

Kinktober 2023 <—Here!!

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, pet play kink, implied smut, eating out, pet names, praise, implied praise kink, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

Lucifer came into their private quarters with a deep sigh, slamming the door behind them.

They had told you earlier that they would be late, as the day had been extremely busy. The Lightbringer had instructed you to be kneeling at the edge of their bed, garments off, ready for them after their work. And you obeyed. You were kneeling at the edge of their massive bed, naked and awaiting their instructions.

“Good pet…” The blonde breathed out, removing their top most layer of garments.

They made their way over to you, looming tall over you and the edge of the bed. Their hand reached out to your chin, caressing your face, as they gazed into your eyes. Their expression was one filled with tiredness and stress. They gazed into nothingness for a couple of minutes, simply caressing your chin and neck.

You would have asked if you could help, but that broke the rules. You only spoke when spoken to. So you sat there, like a good pet. Suddenly, Lucifer broke out of their trance and they sighed.

“I’m sorry pet, I’m very distracted today” the Lightbringer sighed.

You bit your lip and nodded.

“It’s okay, Master. I don’t mind” you reassured the blonde.

Your words caused the Lightbringer to smile lightly at you.

“Perhaps my pet can help me resolve some of my issues…” Lucifer teased lightly.

Your eyes widened and you nodded vigorously.

“Yes Master…! Please let me help you. I’ll be good.” You quipped eagerly, finding your purpose and joy in pleasing and helping the Lightbringer.

“Such an eager pet…” Lucifer chuckled with a smirk.

They then sat themselves on their great, large reading chair the corner by the window. They spread their legs and began rolling up and removing all the garments that might hinder you from aiding the Lightbringer.

“Come, Pet.” The blonde ordered.

“Yes, Master”

You immediately swing your feet out from underneath you and rose, scurrying over to the fallen Angel. You fell to your feet in front of the Lightbringer and immediately began aiding in the removal of their garments.

“Take it slow, Little Pet.” Lucifer reminded you with a hum.

You nodded and slowed your pace.

“Yes Master.” You spoke.

“Hmmmm, Good Pet…” they hummed in approval, “I want us both to enjoy this…”

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Next Day <—Mommy Kink!!

Lucifer Morningstar Masterlist

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

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