#Lucifer Imagines

[married-to-google-translater]

Can I get headcanons for Lucifer reacting to the reader getting really mad at him and instead of talking about her feelings, she teaches Diavolo slang to get back at him. I just want headcanons of Lucifer suffering as Diavolo says "pog".

Lucifer

You and Lucifer were arguing about something really stupid.

About something that didn't even matter.

But you were stressed about studying.

And Lucifer was stressed about the paperwork.

So now you're taking stress out on each other.

And you were indeed losing the argument.

Because Lucifer is Lucifer…

And arguing with him is not a good idea.

Unless you have a death wish.

So you decided to go and lick your wounds.

When you were on your way to your room, you ran into Diavolo by chance.

And you stayed to chat with him for a while.

It calmed you down.

Diavolo had the ability to make you smile.

Diavolo wanted to make you feel better.

So he asked you to teach him human slang.

And why refuse ;)

Diavolo would be a quick learner indeed.

Lucifer wouldn't understand what he said the next time they had to talk.

He should ask Satan for help.

Because you sit in the middle of a circle of salt and refuse to talk to him XD

[supernaturalfreewill]

You were doing your best to hide your trembling, but it wasn't working. Lucifer's eyes seemed to bore right into you.

"You're so pretty," he purred, his eyes flickering over your face. "Is that why Sam and Dean keep you around? Eye candy? So, so pretty... Sometimes you humans can be truly beautiful, you know?" He got up and paced around you, circling like a shark. "Beautiful, but fragile. So easily broken..."

You steeled yourself and managed to find your voice. "If you're going to kill me, just do it. I'd prefer that to this deranged monologuing."

Lucifer froze and, to your surprise, smiled and chuckled. "Kill you? Now why would I do that? That would be quite a waste."

Prompt: "You're so pretty. So, so pretty. Sometimes you humans can be truly beautiful, you know? Beautiful, but fragile. So easily broken."

Happy Supporting Character Saturday!

[tojirights]

Hello! Would you be able to do Lucifer and the prompt "Your body was made for mine."?

lucifer loves nothing more than to have his hands all over you. he worships every inch of your skin, kissing from your ear all down your neckz all the while whispering sweet praises as he does. "you’re so beautiful, so gorgeous." he sighs, his hands falling to your hips. "see how well my hands hold you here? its like you were made for me, baby." each praise, each kiss, sends a flurry of emotions through you. his hands slide further down, grabbing the fat of your ass, making you bite back a moan. "this body deserves to be worshipped."

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine Lucifer nearly dying, and you clinging onto him.

You had been right at the elevator doors when he came home. Dan had called, told you that your husband, Lucifer, was in a rough way, had nearly died on the job, and was in the hospital. This had been … extremely shocking, considering who Lucifer was, and the fact that he wasn’t supposed to be able to be hurt. But someone had found a way. You weren’t even on the West Coast when it happened, your own work taking you to the East, looking into buying property there for a new Lux nightclub. But you took the first plane back, went home, and waited. You had called Chloe when you landed, and she told you that he was about to be discharged so going to the hospital would only have wasted time. He walks in, Maze walking with him, and you instantly approach before he has a chance to step out of the elevator, walking him into it, holding him closely. “You nearly scared the life out of me,” You murmured into his clean shirt. “How - how could this have even happened?” “Some angel weapon that humans had gotten hold of,” Lucifer hissed, but he put his arm around you, resting his hand on your lower back. “Amenadiel was able to take it away, put it somewhere safe. But it is a comfort to have you here rather than on the other side of the country.” “If you think I’m leaving you anytime soon, you’re wrong,” You said, kissing his strong jawline. “You’re stuck with me. Like the smell of sulfur in hell.” “Could you at least wear the sexy nurse costume as you take care of me?” Lucifer asked with a smirk. “I could be persuaded.”

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[roseyreveries]

Stormy Night In

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Summary: A large thunderstorm rolls through LA, taking out the power in Lucifer’s penthouse, leaving you both in there alone together until it passes by.

CW: Fluff and that’s it, quick short one shot <3

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The storm outside was relentless, its fury a dramatic display of nature’s power. Thunder rolled through the night, and lightning illuminated the cityscape in stark, fleeting flashes. Inside Lucifer Morningstar’s penthouse, however, the usual brightness was replaced by a more intimate glow. The power had gone out, leaving only the soft flicker of candles to light the room.

You and Lucifer were in the midst of setting up candles, the dim, warm light casting dancing shadows on the walls. Lucifer, ever the devilishly charming figure, was making a grand affair out of the situation, his voice carrying its usual mix of amusement and allure.

“Well, this is rather delightful, isn’t it?” Lucifer said, his tone dripping with playful sophistication as he arranged the candles on a grand piano. “A little power outage—nature’s way of telling us to slow down and enjoy a bit of romance.”

You placed another candle on the coffee table, trying to ignore the occasional shiver of unease brought on by the storm. “Romance? I suppose if you look at it that way, it’s not so bad. But I can’t say I’m thrilled about the storm.”

Lucifer sauntered over, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Ah, but that’s where you’re mistaken. The storm adds a certain…excitement. And look at us—two people stuck together in the dark, with nothing but candlelight and each other’s company.”

He took your hand and led you to the sofa, where the two of you settled under a soft blanket. The glow of the candles bathed his features in a warm light, making his usual devilish charm seem almost tender.

“Now, let me see,” he said, his voice dropping to a more seductive tone as he leaned closer. “How do we make the most of this delightful predicament?”

You laughed softly, feeling the tension of the storm outside begin to melt away under the influence of Lucifer’s charisma. “I suppose we could enjoy the quiet, have a little conversation, or maybe you could tell me one of your infamous stories.”

Lucifer’s grin widened. “Ah, stories. I’ve got a few that might just pique your interest. But first, let’s ensure we’re properly snuggled. The storm outside does have a certain…romantic quality, after all.”

With that, he drew you closer, his arm wrapping around you in a protective and affectionate embrace. The storm’s roar was a distant thunderous murmur, barely audible over the comforting warmth of his body and the flickering candlelight.

As you nestled into his side, Lucifer began recounting tales of his adventures and escapades, his voice a soothing balm against the storm’s chaos. His stories were a mix of intrigue, mischief, and undeniable charm, each one delivered with a flair that made the darkness feel a little less foreboding.

The storm outside raged on, but inside the penthouse, it was as if time had slowed. The candlelight, the warmth of Lucifer’s embrace, and his captivating stories created a cocoon of comfort and romance.

In that flickering light, with Lucifer’s presence enveloping you, the storm outside became a mere backdrop to a night of unexpected intimacy and connection. As the hours passed, the storm’s fury seemed to diminish, replaced by the gentle, soothing sound of Lucifer’s voice and the warmth of his embrace.

And so, in the heart of the storm, you found a quiet, perfect refuge, with nothing but the flickering candles and Lucifer’s enchanting presence to make the night truly unforgettable.

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[perplexedflower]

SPN Drabbles - 14/14: It Takes Two To Hunt

Fandom: Supernatural.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Lucifer x Female Reader.

Type: Drabble.

Words: 550.

Chronology: Any season.

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"That's disgusting. You're lucky you're cute."

Lucifer chuckled as I wiped the blood drops off my face with the back of my hand.

"I'm serious Luci. I swear, I won't ever take you hunting with me again if you keep on exploding every single creature we come across."

"Say what you want, but you can't deny it makes your job much easier." He teased me with a smug look on his face.

"Well yeah, that's the problem, it makes it too easy!" I told him with my arms crossed on my chest. "It takes all the fun out of hunting. And it always ends with me covered in weird monster blood."

He looked at me with a playful expression and a raised eyebrow, before dramatically turning his back to me.

"Always so ungrateful... I'm too good for you, you know that? You really don't deserve me and my overflowing kindness."

"Yeah, maybe." I let out unimpressively, too busy packing my things to pay attention to his mockery. "Now c'mon, let's go to the hotel, I'm beat."

"Yeah, 'cause you definitely killed all of those werewolves." He turned around while scoffing.

"All you did was snap your fingers." I said as I took a step forward in his direction. "Don't start pretending that was the most arduous task in the world."

I reached out for his hand and grabbed it tight, before looking up into his blue eyes, still as radiant, even in the moonlight.

"You know I don't like having to ask things twice, so please honey, take us back to the hotel room."

He smiled at me, a pure and loving smile, then rested a hand on one of my cheeks.

"Sure. But first, I want a kiss. It's the least you can do to thank me for my help."

I sighed with a grin and shook my head slowly: pressing my body against his, I got on the tip of my toes as I felt his other hand grab my lower back.

"You're impossible." I murmured, still smiling.

"I know." He whispered back, his warm breath bouncing off my skin. "That's why you love me so much."

His lips came to meet mine, soothing me into a feeling of love and passion. I closed my eyes and let myself succumb to his embrace, but barely a few seconds later, I found myself lying on the hotel room sofa, my body resting against his. I pulled away from our kiss and smiled gently.

"You could've teleported me into the shower, y'know." I spoke softly while running my hand through his dirty blonde hair. "I'm still covered in blood."

"I know, but I wanted cuddles." He said with a cute smile. "Besides, there's an easy way to fix this..."

Lucifer stretched out his arms and began removing my bloodied jacket, then followed with my blood-stained plaid shirt, both of which he threw on the ground next to the couch. I was left in my black tank top, which allowed him to caress my bare arms, the cold of his touch helping cool down my body temperature.

"That's only a temporary fix, though." I smiled. "My skin is still bloody."

"You'll scrub it off later." He said with a muffled voice, his head buried against my chest. "For now, let's snuggle."

[theship-thewalrus]

You really do deserve the 100 followers! the best when u write for Brienne or Lucifer, I was wondering, may you do a prompt?

Pleasee, please may you do ❛ the last thing i want is to hurt you. ❜ for Brienne or Lucifer, any you think fit the best. I am soo excited for this lmao thanks so much! ❤️❤️❤️

Sorry im anon, Im rlly paranoid about safety 💀

Hi anon!! Thank you for the kind words :) I love this prompt because you can do so much!! I really hope you enjoy it <3 there is nothing wrong with being an anon!! I love all my anons :)

lucifer x gender neutral! reader

pretty much the ask!! also this is for the 100 follower event

word count: 375 words reading time: about 3 minutes warnings: none prompt: ❛ the last thing i want is to hurt you. ❜

Lucifer was the ruler of the underworld, fear was something they commanded. Without it they would quickly lose their position as ruler, the other demons praying on their weakness. You understood the need for them to be harsh at times. But it had never been directed to you, Lucifer was also kind and soft.

Until now, Lucifer's anger and harsh nature slipping into your conversation. Their biting tone, their potent words, their angered expression. They had the ability to make you feel like a speck of dust, something so insignificant. You look up to them, trying to grasp if their anger was true or not. It seemed to only increase their anger, their voice raising as they move to get into your personal space. To suffocate you with their aurora to the point you felt you have no escape.

"Lucifer, stop it. You are scaring me." Your voice is soft compared to Lucifer's you were surprised they heard you. But their eyes darken and their lips tighten, signalling they heard you loud and clear. Their voice moved to be only mere centimetres away from your own. You could feel their breath on your face. "Scaring you? Am I scaring you? Let me show you how scary I can be."

Standing to their full height, their eyes pierced yours before their wings expanded. Lucifer's height was beyond intimidating, especially with their wings out. The sudden moment frightened you, causing you to flinch. Though you knew Lucifer would not hurt you, you still feared the possibility. As you knew what horrors they could commit when mad.

Their face dropped, the angered expression morphing into one of regert. The last thing they ever wanted to do was scare you, to make you fear them. They loved you, viewed you as an equal, you were their lover. Their wings lowered once more, resting behind them comfortably.

"The last thing I want is to hurt you." Their voice was much softer than before hands reaching out to grab yours. Softly they grab them, running their thumbs over your hands. The both of you are silent for a moment, coming down from your fear and their anger. As there was nothing to say, just simply reading each others energy.

[firephoenix23]

Like I literally have second hand embarrassment for Vox after seeing what Alastor ACTUALLY is like in a rivalry.

Like homie wishes he could be that close to Alastor 😂😂

[maopll]

"Dearest...I think that's enough"

"No its not"

And there goes another few rounds where you smother your boyfriends face with tons of kisses. He brought you many lipsticks and lip gloss, so it is only right you try to see the shade that matches, right? the shade, which makes his face feel even more ethereal. The only correct way to let people know that you're his and he's yours.

"Hmm... I think this shade suits your face better!" You moved the ones which made his face look more delightful. Shades of pink, red, coral, and all.

He did say that the number of kisses you gave him till then were enough, but deep down, he craved more. The way your soft lips felt against his skin left him breathless. The way areas where your lips left left a tingling and burning sensation, which, rather than being unpleasant, was more exciting

What was even more addicting was the way you would gently cup his face with your hands and attack his face ferverently. This was best for both of you. You get to have the ego boost after smothering or rather painting his face with your kisses, and he gets access to your unlimited display of affection.

"There! Now that's more like it you look like my lover now" putting emphasis on the word, you were grinning from ear to ear while admiring your masterpiece. When you tried to get up from his lap though...

"Now now dearest I think it is my turn to get what I have been seeking"

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[married-to-google-translater]

If you didn’t already do it, could you do Lucifer with an s/o who has trouble taking care of themselves simply because of motivation or forgetting to?

My ADHD ass really relates to this… And I'm not 100% sure if it's a good thing XD

Lucifer

Lucifer would surely get gray hairs because of you.

Even if he understands that getting used to a new environment will take time.

And at first Lucifer would give you time.

But it wouldn't make your situation any easier.

You skip meals, you forget to be on time, your sleep rhythm is non-existent and so on.

He would try to ask what would be the reason for this.

The answer would be simple.

But wouldn't really satisfy him.

You would be too tired to take care of yourself or you simply forgot.

These are the moments when he regrets putting Mammon in charge of you.

This had to be changed.

And luckily you'd have Lucifer by your side.

He would make a schedule with you that you would try to follow.

Lucifer, you would also make sure you ate enough.

He would be strict with you.

But at the same time, it would give you space to get used to the change.

And Lucifer would have your lifestyle changed.

He would care about you a lot.

Although he doesn't always express it verbally.

[helluvapoison]

imagine leaving lipstick marks on lucifer

18+

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imagine harmlessly kissing his cheek before he heads out to a meeting. you pull back and laugh to yourself. lucifer looks at you dreamily but when your giggles don’t cease he gets nervous

“what? do i have something on my face?”

“yes, actually.” you sigh out a final bubble of laughter, scanning your vanity for a wipe to clean his cheek

lucifer’s breathe hitched when he peeped in the mirror. whipping around, he snatches your hands thus stopping your hunt. his eyes are wild, he’s literally bouncing with excitement

“gimme more,” he breathes

“luci, you were supposed to leave already!”

“please? pretty please with a cherry on top? one more and-and i’ll go. yeah, just one more.” he sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than you

“you, lucifer, the king of hell,” you stepped closer and closer until he stumbled back into your vanity. he completely forgot he was holding onto you. “are gonna go to a meeting covered in lipstick?”

lucifer whined, a heavy blush erupting across his face. his fingers tightened and he swallowed thickly on nothing

“covered?” he peeped

“oh you poor thing,” you hummed, “you can’t think about anything else, can you?”

you slid your leg between his and felt the answer. with a moan, lucifer’s head dropped back but you were quick to catch and cradle it. his hat fell and rolled off the vanity onto the floor. nosing his exposed neck had him trembling in anticipation

“please?” he slurred

“this isn’t responsible, ducky.” you replied, pulling his bow tie loose and adding it to the ground’s collection

“no,” lucifer agreed breathlessly

he pathetically gripped your shirt, trying desperately not to grind against your leg

“but it’s what you want?”

you were already unbuttoning his shirt with one, adept hand

“yes.”

even though lucifer knew it was coming, his body jolted when you kissed his neck. he was always so sensitive, so responsive, so good

you gifted him loving bruises that would later peak out of his collar, and in return he sang for you. his moans and whimpers were your favorite to hear and he never failed to give you what you wanted. lucifer couldn’t stop himself from rutting against your leg as you painted him in a shade that was undeniably you

after successfully transferring the lipstick onto lucifer, you retreated. gods did he whine when you did. you pulled his hair to force his gaze towards the mirror

“look how pretty you are,” you purred in his ear, gently planting a kiss there too

out of the corner of his eye, lucifer could see the collar you gave him. it damn near drove him over the edge. his dick was painfully hard, it was a miracle he didn’t cream his pants

“gonna go to that meeting?” you teased sweetly

lucifer shook his head like you’d asked something ludicrous, “nuh-uh.”

“good,” turning his head back to you, you presented the tube of lipstick, “i wanna get messy.”

[fullychaotichell]

Can't believe I haven't read the new chapter of OSAS because I was focused on finishing these silly joke doodles pfff

Okay, so, the premise of this joke is that Lucifer and Alastor's relationship has grown so much without anyone else knowing anything about it, but they're also both sillies who have funny ways of showing their friendship and now romance, so I just wanted to doodle that for fun pfff

Also, even tho they promised to keep their romance a secret, I BET these fuckers would get themselves caught, like, they've been caught looking romantic a dozen other times just by Vox alone, not to even mention other characters ppfpfpfp

Anyways, @morningstarwrites I had a peek at the new chapter and saw we're back to team HARD, I'm so happy pfpfpfpf

Bonus:

[devildomangel]

MC who was sad that they didn't get to see the Solar Eclipse so Beel and Belphie decided to recreate it for them.

-MC, wearing sunglasses and sitting outside the HOL-

Lucifer: MC! What in the nine circles are you doing out here?

MC: I'm watching the eclipse.

Lucifer: We don't even have a sun in the devildom

MC: Shhh! It's starting!

Beel, Wearing a cardboard cut out of the sun: *Standing still*

Belphie: *Wearing a cardboard cut out of the moon, passes by Beel*

MC: Hell yeah

[zephyrchama]

Can't stop thinking about the brothers calling MC "master" since that new teaser trailer came out. The game is called "One Master to Rule Them All." It's always been called that. This massive potential has been right in front of our eyes the whole time.

Lucifer, who only uses it in private when he's feeling particularly devilish. He wraps his arms around you, looks you right in the eye, and asks, "how does my master feel today, hmm?"

Mammon, who has an empty wallet and the urge to gamble: "Maaaster! Can I borrow some cash? I can, right? I'm your first, after all. I'll just take it from your wallet."

Leviathan, who wants to go to an anime collab cafe but is too anxious to go alone, so he begs you: "Please! Master! It's only open this week and I just have to collect all 24 limited edition cafe coasters! It'll be easier if we go together!"

Satan, who catches you when you stumble and jokingly asks, "are you okay, master?" He likes seeing the little sparks of wrath in your eyes that mirror his own.

Asmodeus, who thinks the word is hot and enjoys your reaction when he comes to steal you away from other people by saying "hey! I need to speak with my master. I'll be borrowing them for a while. I'm sure you don't mind."

Beelzebub, who hungrily stares at the food in the fridge with your name on it. He knows he needs to butter you up to have any chance of success: "Hey master, are you gonna eat that?"

Belphegor, who uses it at the most unexpected times. He texts the group chat, "does anyone know where our master is? I can't find them." It sets off a long chain of messages. "Master's not in their bedroom?" "Master? Haven't seen 'em." "Did you try yelling 'master!' and seeing if they respond?" "I saw master getting something to drink about an hour ago." "Master, are you reading our messages? I know you are." "I can't believe master is ignoring us." Several crying emoji are sent in quick succession.

Solomon and Barbatos, who witness the brothers doing this on occasion. Solomon turns to the latter and says, "You never call me your master. Want to give it a try?"

Barbatos looks at him with barely repressed revulsion. "I only have one master, and that is the Young Master. If you ever make such a joke again I will have you tried in court for lese-majeste."

[notherpuppet]

Young Seraphim

[perplexedflower]

SPN Drabbles - 10/14: New Emotions

Fandom: Supernatural.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Lucifer x Female Reader.

Type: Drabble.

Words: 550.

Chronology: Any season.

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"I think I'm having a feeling. How do I make it stop?"

I laughed hearing Lucifer's question and promptly cleaned my hands on my apron before exiting the kitchen and walking over to the living room; approaching the couch, I placed myself above his head, which was resting on the top of the sofa, and I set my elbows on each side of it.

"Who says you need to make it stop?" I asked with a bright smile as I looked down at his face, which appeared upside-down to me.

"Me!" He exclaimed with a pout. "I don't like it, it feels weird."

I chuckled while looking into his deep blue eyes, then placed the palms of my hands on his cheeks.

"Well, is it a good feeling or a bad one?"

"I dunno." He shrugged lightly. "I can't really tell the difference..."

I tilted my head a little and smiled lovingly at him.

"Well, don't worry. With time it'll become easier for you to tell feelings apart. You'll get used to it eventually."

I leaned forward and landed a gentle kiss on his lips, as my fingers slowly scratched his beard. I pulled away and when I opened my eyes again, I was faced with his loving smile.

"What's for sure is that I'm definitely getting used to this." He said as he rested a hand on top of mine.

I smiled back at him and was about to head back to the kitchen when he removed my left hand from his face to kiss its palm, making me freeze in place. I felt my cheeks redden as he gradually went up my arm, trailing a line of kisses on my skin.

"Luci..." I started in a quiet voice. "I have to head back to the kitchen, lunch isn't gonna make itself..."

"Eating is useless anyway." He said in-between two kisses. "Skip it."

"It's easy for you to say, you don't need to eat." I scoffed.

"Maybe, but..."

The more he kissed my arm, the more he turned his body backward and towards mine; he was almost facing me when I met with his eyes and read a burning desire in them.

"... Spending some time with me would mean you'd get to eat something anyway..." He sensually murmured against my skin. "It just depends on what type of meat you're hungry for right now..."

I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my chest and the atmosphere in the room becoming heavier; I remained immobile as Lucifer turned his body to me, standing on the couch on his knees. We were face-to-face as he reached out for my waist and pulled me closer to him, before undoing the knot of my apron and letting it fall to the ground. He cupped my face and shook his head slowly as he stared into my eyes with his electrifying blue ones.

"I'm having trouble understanding all the things I've been feeling since we got together, but one thing's for sure, I love you. And I want you."

He pressed his lips against mine and before I even knew it, I was on the couch, sitting on top of him. I pulled away from his kiss and slid a hand under his shirt as he squeezed my waist firmly.

"To hell with lunch."