#Lucifer in bunny suit

[luna-naoffcial]

Angel dust: damn short king.

Charlie: *to stunned to speak*

Vaggie: you look... Uh, good.. sir..

Alastor: you look hot, your majesty.

Everyone: *gives Alastor the shock bombastic side eye*

Alastor: i meant good *Nonchalant smiling expression*

(i just can't help, but imagine this XD. But seriously, smash)

[morningstarwrites]

for bunny day (08/02) on twitter!

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by USA@USA37107692

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Happy Easter: Dysfuctional Family

Charlie: (blowing a kazoo through the hotel while wearing white bunny ears and tail, carrying an Easter basket, and throwing bright colored and decorated eggs everywhere)

HAPPY EASTER, EVERYONE!!!

Hazbins: (groan collectively)

Vaggie: (slightly distracted by the tail) Hun, love the enthusiasm, but do you even know the purpose of Easter Sunday is?

Charlie: (cracks open a Cadbury egg and siphons out the innards with her tongue) Isn't it just an excuse to binge on chocolate and snuggle fluffy little bunnies and ducklings?

Angel: (clutches his pearls in ex-Catholic Italian horror) Mama Mia!

Lucifer: *Squeeeeee!* I'll be right back!

Vaggie: I guess that's a more corporate way to put it.

Angel: That's IT!!! I'm making my Mama's Italian Easter Bread! Charlie, you need to be schooled on Easter!

Alastor: Hmmm... I suppose if we're doing a full celebration, I can do a little something to liven things up. (Snaps his fingers, and everyone's clothes are transformed into various colored Bunny footie pajamas)

Charlie: (wearing hot pink bunny jammies and twirls) Oooooh! These are so cuuuute!

Vaggie: (in pastel lavender pajamas and snarling) Cabron!

Angel: (sneaky smirk as he wears a pastel pink and white two-piece pajama suit) Oh, Smiiiiiiles?

Alastor: (simply wearing red bunny ears) No.

Angel: C'mon! Hear me out! (Whispers in Alastor's ear)

Alastor: Hmmmmm.... I'll allow it! (Snaps his fingers again)

Vaggie: (baggy bunny jammies suddenly transform into a black and velvet purple, Las Vegas Showgirl bunny suit with white tail and ears, fishnets, and heels with purple wrist cuffs)

Angel: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! LOOKING GOOD, VAGS!!!!

Vaggie: (growls and tries to cover herself) FUCKING-A, ANGEL!!! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU TELL HIM?!?!?!

Angel: Does it matter? I don't have a soul to sell. (Sees Charlie) Ha! Might wanna focus on your girlfriend, Toots.

Vaggie: What? (Looks at Charlie)

Charlie: (blushing, heart eyes, panting like a puppy, and her pajamas turned into a similar Showgirl suit but red with fox ears and tail)

Vaggie: Ch-Charlie? Charlie! No. No! Charlotte Morningstar, we are in front of guests! Shit! (Runs down the hallway)

Charlie: (hearts explode around her head) Hippity-Hoppity, that ass is my property! (Gives chase)

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Vaggie: (rounds back around the corner while carrying Charlie bridal style) Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Lucifer: (rides in on a tidal wave of fluff infused rubber duckies while wearing yellow ducky footie pajamas with orange webbed feet) RELEASE THE QUACKEN!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Alastor: (sighs in aroace exhaustion as a random rubber duck bounces off his head)

Angel: (slowly calming down as he wipes a tear from his eye) It's just like home~

[animojiv]

"Someone ate too many pancakes, didn't they, Lucifer?"

[xyroni]

Lucifer, my beloved~ 🥰

[dog-bat3]

Lucifer in a bunny suit (pretend you saw this on Easter) I might remake this in digital :3 ngl I’m kinda proud of this

[404-ikasaurus]

Helltaker bunny girls

[clickbeetle]

i have to watch that video of the awful obey me ads at least once per week, to keep myself humble

[lucifers-sinnamon]

I DO NOT REMEMBER PUTTING THAT IMAGE ONTO MY BLOG

[thattrashbinoverthere]

More Hazbin Hotel redesigns for fun, I’m not dead, just busy.

Exterminator angels, Asmodeus, Valentino, Lucifer and Alastor. Plus all the Vee’s together in the end.

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•The exterminator angels are based off old biblical depictions or armored angels.

•Asmodeus is based of off Vegas show girls atire and bedazzled cowboy jackets, I also made him a bunny because bunnies are symbols for fertility.

•Val is based on Spanish mobsters, specifically the pachuco suits from 1930’s

•luci is designed like a traditional angel

•Alastor is based on 1938, art deco evening suits.

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[azareel-writes]

sub!demon brothers/reader headcanons ♡

chara. by appearance: mammon, leviathan, asmodeus, beelzebub, satan, belphegor, lucifer ft. afab!MC / afab!reader ♡ no gendered terms used for reader except "mommy" ♡ 18+ under the cut

nightbringer has reawakened my love for obey me! when i first started OM, one of my things was deducing what demons brothers are subs and now i know my answer is all of them. might expand on this later!!

mammon: mommy kink. it's canon, trust me. mams is so down bad for his mommy. a service sub w bratty tendencies but his dick always wins the battle between continuing to be difficult or being obedient and cumming. loves when you pull him by the hair no matter the context. to get his attention? yes. making out? obviously. forcing him to look at you while he's on his knees? the dumb baby might cum in his pants.

leviathan: two ways to deal with our lovely snake boi. first, degrade him. make fun of him for being a dumb virgin, spank him, bite him. humiliate him by stripping him completely but keeping most of your clothes on. or second, praise him. treat him so gently like one of his priceless figurines. kiss him all over before you lay a finger on his cock. reward him for staying. levi isn't used to affection but that can be solved by handcuffing him so he can't cover up his pretty body. by degrading him or being super loving, you're being sooooo mean to him it's not fair :((((

beelzebub: praise kink and i refuse to relent in this. for the love of everything holy and infernal, someone praise this boy. do i have to make the argument for oral? he's ecstatic to have you ride his face and will do so for hours if you let him. a well behaved boy - the best of his brothers - with a ton of stamina! loves the size difference between you two. you're a human and so small and so fragile compared to him. but you can make his brain go all fuzzy and make him feel small. your soothing presence brings him to his knees, eager and ready to please.

asmodeus: he's not the avatar of lust for nothing! will switch things up on you whenever he feels like it, just to keep you on your toes! sometimes he's a power bottom, sometimes he's the eager service sub. into some light kitten play! just an excuse for asmo to dress up for you. (though you might want to get him out of it quickly~) cat ears, pretty lingerie, thigh-highs and garterbelts, a tail plug to match... or maybe a classic bunny suit? low cut corset suit with a tail, fishnets, heels, and always ready to serve you.

satan: size queen. anything goes until he safewords. relatively well behaved - he is more impatient than bratty. his chest is super sensitive, he's never walking away without hickies. doesn't say it but he likes it slow. running a hand through his hair, kissing all over his face. he wants to feel like he's yours and yours alone. subspace really calms him down. outside of sex, he curls up to you, staying glued to you. he will get quiet or nonverbal but don't worry! he's in a good mood, so let him lay in your lap and dote on him a little.

belphegor: brat. big big brat. the type of brat that needs to be broken. edge him into oblivion then force him to cum over and over again — that is what the little brat wanted, now he's begging you to stop? maybe he's learned his lesson, but he loves pushing your buttons too much to kick the habit. can only manage to stay up 3–4 minutes after; he believes the post-sex sleep is amazing when he's sore and satisfied. loves to lay on your chest while you rub his back and play with his hair. 

lucifer: experienced doms only: hard mode!! everything is discussed beforehand with a very detailed contract - kinks, limits, curiosities. calls you master in bed. loves when you use your pact on him (consensually). pretty obedient boy, as are the terms of your contract. big shibari fan. imagine having the avatar of pride tied up in red ropes like a present looking up at you. that sight alone will make you feel like the strongest being in all three realms.

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Helltaker - Lucifer by gnsisir@hunyanyac

[queenie-avenue]

Sent from Below, Fell from Above. [pt.1]

—> an angel meets the demon who killed her all those years ago.

⤻ reader is a female, reader is a bunny-type angel(?), canon-typical cursing, very bad use of 1920s slang, reader takes part in the 'welcome to heaven' song, i even wrote an extra verse, heavily inspired by @jazjelspen 's angel baby fic, death, betrayal, angst, spoilers for all of hazbin hotel season one, alastor went up with vaggie and charlie to heaven in this fic, will be a series

The pearly gates of hell shone brightly as you stood there, waiting to welcome in any winners that may have unfortunately just died. Saint Peter had been out for hours by now and looked like he might just have collapsed from how exhausted he was. Like the angel that you were, you let him go take a break while you manned the podium. After all, you had done so multiple times already in the hundred years you've been in heaven!

Just then, you watched as a portal opened up, seemingly out of nowhere. You put on your best smile and waited to greet them.

"Look at this place, Vaggie, Alastor! It's so clean!" Your smile faltered for a moment. Not because of the familliar name — you had long since gotten rid of your fear regarding that name — but because people who just died wouldn't act that way.

"Yeah, super cool." The girl beside her mumbled as she dragged her feet over towards the stand.

As for the man at the back, all dressed in red, he hummed as he walked towards the glowing gates of heaven.

"Hello there!" You greeted, making sure your halo was glowing as bright as possible. "Welcome to heaven, darlings. Could I get your name, please?" You asked politely, pulling out the book of names Saint Peter had entrusted you with.

You stared at the trio ahead of you. A tall gal dressed in a suit with rosy red cheeks that almost made her look like a doll, another doll by her side that had ashen-grey skin and a giant x over her eye, poor thing she must have lost it when she died. And the man that accompanied the two ladies, standing at the back in a dapper looking suit.

"Charlie... Morningstar." The girl in the red suit said.

You nodded your head. "Charlie Morningstar." You drawled out the name, opening up the book and scanning your eyes through the book as your bunny ears flapped about, wondering where you had heard that name before. You frowned when you could not find Charlie's name anywhere in the roster. "Charlie... Morningstar. I'm really sorry, dearie, but you really aren't on my list. A-are you in the wrong place?" You questioned.

"Um, my dad got me this meeting so maybe you could try Lucifer Morningstar?" She mumbled, but the name was loud enough for you to hear.

"Oh dear lord in heaven!" You gasped.

The three of them looked at you. You noted that the man in the suit and deer antlers gazed at you the most intensely, tilting his head over as he narrowed his eyes at you.

"Darling, I really think all of you shouldn't be here-" you frantically said as you flapped your wings out, flying down towards them. Your skirt flapping in the wind alongside your feathery wings.

"Oh lord, here we go." The girl at her side muttered.

"No, uh, we're here for a meeting."

"[y/n], we can take it from here." A mature voice from above said as you looked up to see Sera and Emily — the Seraphim sisters — descend down to you, along with Saint Peter who was holding a milkshake in his hand.

You nodded your head, understanding your place, before stepping aside. Though, you felt the burning gaze of that man boring holes into your head. You turned towards him, a frown present on your face as you stared at him, confused. Noticing that you had noticed him, he turned away, his sharp-toothed grin faced towards Charlie now. That smile... you had seen that smile before. Even the way he dressed, it screamed that he died during your time period.

You continued staring at him, even as he avoided your gaze.

"Dearly beloved, it is my pleasure to say onto thee," Saint Peter suddenly started singing, and you realised that you had lost track of the conversation. "Welcome to Heaven, oh!" He sang as the pearly gates slammed open. You flew up alongside Saint Peter, your wings flapping as your bunny ears twitched. "Where the virtuous reside, 24/7, oh-oh! People are happy that they died," Well, that was certainly an exaggeration considering you didn't exactly... like the way that you died.

As he sang, you flew through the streets, rallying the rest of the winners to join in song. As you flew back, you landed back onto the floor with Saint Peter just as he finished his verse.

"Welcome to Heaven, where everyone hopes to go! Oh-oh! Where angels always glow! Oh!"

You sang as you ran towards all your winner friends as they danced in the streets for the envoys from Hell. Just as you finished singing, you felt those dark eyes on you once again, and you stopped dancing in the street to stare back at him.

Your head hurt as radio static filled your brain, and you struggled to keep yourself upright. You almost toppled over. You grabbed your head, attempting to get the static out of your brain. "Wha-"

"'Cause every single day in Heaven, is a happy day!" Both Emily and Saint Peter belted out as they flew in the air, causing you to break your gaze from the man and focus on the soaring duo in the air.

"Welcome to Heaven!"

The song ended, and you immediately fell to the ground. You had been dead for so many years, so it had been decades since you felt breathless, of all things.

"My, what is a dame like you doing on the floor!" There that static was again, but this time it was accompanied by an eerily familliar voice. You wanted to call out to Emily, or Sera, but they had already run off. Charlie and the girl by her side with Emily, and Sera to God knows where, leaving you alone with this shady man.

"I-" you began.

Without even extending his hand, this strange deer- whatever he was, pulled your hand up abruptly, holding onto it so tight you felt your blood stop pumping through the veins of your hand.

"What is your name, Sweetheart? I have to say, you and those little angels put on quite a show! All you little Oliver Twists are so adorable." The demon chuckled as he pulled you uncomfortably close.

"Please let me go." You said to the man, attempting to push him off but he only held you tighter.

"Aren't I quite the rude chap, I should have introduced myself before asking for your name." He grinned wider, spinning you around in a painfully familliar way.

"Alastor, my dear, pleasure to meet you!" He said, grabbing your hand and kissing it.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

Alastor grabbed your hand, bowing down as he looked up at you, that sweet grin on his face. "Alastor, my dear, pleasure to meet you." He said, before sealing your fate with a kiss on your hand. "I hope that we can get along well." You gazed at him with wide eyes, your eyes raking over his bronzed skin and brown — almost red — hair. Glasses lined his gleaming eyes.

Those eyes were the same words that echoed in your mind in your worst nightmares.

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And now here you were, reliving that nightmare.

"What the fuck!" You yelled out, which caused some angels to look over at you. Sure, cursing was normal, but it was typically somewhat taboo on cloud nine and this was one of the only times you had ever cursed. You reeled your hand back, your eyes widened as you stumbled back. "I-it's you." You commented, holding your hand close to the pearl-white blouse that you wore.

"Yes, my darling, it is!" Alastor laughed once again, that sinister shit-eating grin still present on his face. "I'm surprised it took you so long to realise it." He commented, grabbing your hands in his, causing you to freeze up. "I had my suspicions the moment I saw you, but when you sang... oh..." He murmured. His face was filled with ecstasy, his claws going up to his face as he grinned deviously.

"I need to get out of here." You muttered as you turned on your heel and snatched your hands away, preparing to leave.

Alastor just grabbed you back into a tight embrace, his face propped against your shoulder. "I knew it was you, little bunny." The nickname only made you more uncomfortable than ever as you remembered the intimate moment when he first gave you that nickname.

"What's wrong, little bunny?"

The moment he spoke, your wings shot up, pushing him away from you and slapping his body aside. You flew up as he stumbled onto the pristine roads of heaven.

Don't come near me again, you wanted to say, but you couldn't find the courage to spit in the face of your murderer, not even now.

So, this time, you ran away.

You should have done that years ago. Maybe you would have lived longer then.

[pt.2]

[white-sinner]

Seven brothers and their boyfriends. the second born Mammon and cupid male reader

Smut

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how angels and demons tend to influence the choices of humans cupids are the representatives and protectors of love the simplest and purest they can see into the hearts of people or spirits so what will happen when two soul mates a cupid and a demon will meet?. one love not forbidden but certainly unusual

Mammon a demon who gets into trouble but is extremely sweet and really cares about the people he loves so much and you a cupid a spirit who can see into the hearts of souls literally the words to describe could be summed up as sweet, innocent and pure a perfect match

when Mammon was assigned as your protector and guide it was not exactly happy situation that change practically less than a day and he even if in his method he starts to woo you. you being a cupid you immediately felt that his feelings were pure and you too felt that there was a special connection between you two

Lucifer let's say he was half happy and half not on one hand he knew you were a great boyfriend and a great influence to his little brother but on the other he couldn't accept that his little brother got engaged to you so let's say the situation was not great but stable let's face it Mammon was his favorite and no one could deny it

Mammon really loves you a lot and tries to show it to you in as many ways as possible by showering you with gifts, always preparing sweets if Beel doesn't eat them first and other sweet ways even if you keep telling him that a hug and a kiss are enough for you, your ways are a somewhat different from courtship than that of demons or angels for example Mammon literally turns red when a cupid's rose appeared from your hands and you gave it to him or when one of your feather fell and you gave it to him telling him that when a cupid gives one's feather to a human or spirit and a gesture of love is of trust what happened next? well he fainted from the sweetness

the fact that by the way even though you were in a place you didn't know surrounded by demons trying to break you and your innocence made Mammon worry even more you were literally a helpless little puppy and he being your protector but more importantly your boyfriend protected you in every possible way

What about when you show up with a crown of red and orange flowers? Mammon literally think : you are too precious for this world

like every year however Valentine's day came and you being a cupid you had to come down to earth to help humans find their soul mate the day ended with you dead tired in your cupid form looking for mammon for some shells and he that he will carry you in his arms to his room passing his hand through your hair and wings

you two have never argued but the one time here you two ended up arguing and he made you cry… PANIC! he immediately ran to hug you apologizing and continuing to do everything to be forgiven he couldn't believe he had made his sweet prince cry and even if you had forgiven him he hadn't forgiven himself… LET ME HUG HIM NOW!

SMUT

Mammon would never force you to do anything against your will being that you only knew the sweet side of love so how did you come under him bhe.. Asmo

he thought you needed a little nudge so he put you in a waiter bunny suit and i'm calling mammon now it's true mammon was sweet and all but he had his moments too so finish it i'll take you prince style to his room and gently kiss you while he goes in and out of you after a full night of sweet sex you two end up with Mammon cuddling you in bed

during breakfast the brothers noticed the hickeys on your neck and knowing that Mammon would never have done such a thing without being instigated and you were too innocent they immediately understood the artificer and Asmo ended up tied up by Lucifer

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[another-lost-mc]

A Little Reminder

Lucifer steps in when another demon flirts with you. Both of you realize that a conversation about your feelings for each other is long past due.

LUCIFER x afab!Reader 2.2k words | NSFW | Smut | Misunderstandings, Resolved Sexual Tension Content Warnings: gn!pronouns for Reader. Possessive behaviour; jealousy; kissing; vaginal fingering obey me! masterlist

Lucifer dragged you through the empty hallways of The Fall. You could still hear the muffled sounds of music and the ongoing festivities, but no one else was lingered deeper in the building where the private offices were eerily quiet. The thought of being alone here worried you for a brief moment when you glanced at Lucifer’s back. He was walking with long, purposeful strides that made it difficult for you to keep up. His impressive wingspan was imposing in the narrow corridors. It wasn’t very well lit, and dark shadows played across his face whenever you tried to catch his gaze. It was hard to tell whether the thrumming in your ear was music from the club or deep growls reverberating in his chest. 

He turned sharply and pulled you inside an empty room. When he let go of your hand without warning, you stumbled for a moment and tried to keep your balance. The door shut behind him and you looked up when you heard the sound of the lock clicking into place. His narrowed eyes glowed crimson in the dimly lit room. Your breath caught in your throat and you took a step back as he stalked towards you.

Asmo sat across the table from you while he went through a pile of invitations from all over the Devildom. The most powerful and elite demon families wanted the Avatars of Sin to be present at their new year celebrations coming up. You sipped from a cup of tea and let Beel pick food off your plate. You noticed that Asmo seemed to be re-reading a particular invitation with an odd expression on his face.

“What’s the matter?” you asked.

He nodded to the paper in his hand. “This one is strange. It’s written more like a thank-you note.” 

He leaned across the table and passed the card into your outstretched hand. Lucifer was sitting in his usual place at the head of the table, the daily newspaper in hand, but he set it down as he listened to your exchange with a frown. The card Asmo handed you was not only addressed to the demon brothers but to you as well:

“Please accept my personal thanks for your attendance during this year's end celebrations. It is always such a treat to play host to the Devildom’s most prestigious guests. 

P.S. Bunny suits are not required attire for this event.”

You passed the note to a stone-faced Lucifer. “It’s from the owner of The Fall. I didn’t know we RSVP'd to their party.”

Asmo looked between you and Lucifer. “We didn’t. I don’t even recall seeing an invitation from him.”

Lucifer stood from the table and stalked from the room. The note crumpled in his fist.

“MAMMOOOOOOOOON!”

Lucifer wasn’t touching you, but you were crowded against the wall with nowhere to go. His arms were crossed over his chest and his wings were flared open. He would easily catch you if you tried to duck away. You reassured yourself that he wouldn't hurt you - but he normally didn't look at you the way he did now either.

“Well, what do you have to say for yourself?” he asked impatiently.

You shrank under the heavy weight of his irritated stare, but you tried desperately to think about what could have drawn out this type of reaction from him. He very rarely had the need to turn his disappointment on you. His wings twitched like he was trying to keep his frustration under control.

“I’m sorry, I don’t–” your voice cracked. You swallowed and tried to calm your nerves. “I don’t know what I’ve done wrong.”

The harsh lines of his expression deepened even more. “You are too reckless for your own good,” he declared like it was obvious. “You let your guard down around demons that would mean you harm and take for granted that my brothers or I will be there to save you. Can’t I take my eyes off you for more than five minutes without you getting into some sort of trouble?”

You looked away and replayed the evening in your mind, trying to figure out what could've started all this. You arrived at the club with Lucifer and his brothers without a hitch. After going through customary introductions and small talk, the demon brothers went their own separate ways to mingle with other guests (or in Beel's case, camp out at the buffet tables). You stood at the edge of the room and kept mostly to yourself. The only memorable conversation you had with anyone else was with the owner of The Fall.

You watched the demon brothers speak to the other guests on and around the dancefloor while you listened to the music from the edge of the room. You weren’t looking forward to spending all night at a club since you didn't normally enjoy dancing at the best of times. You decided after an appropriate amount of time had passed, you could make your excuses to Lucifer and the others and head home early.

“How unfortunate. Such a distinguished guest shouldn’t be cowering in the corner by themselves,” a deep voice mused nearby.

You turned quickly and met the dark gaze of The Fall’s famous proprietor. You met him only briefly a handful of times in the past but his reputation was notorious. He was wealthy, powerful, and intimidating even amongst the Devildom’s elite class. The blood-red tailored suit he wore was made of some rich, luxurious material that shimmered under the club lights. His wiry tail swished lazily through the air behind him.

“I’m not fond of big parties like this,” you admitted, nodding towards the dancefloor. “At least I can avoid being trampled here, and I won’t be in the way.”

It was hard to decipher the expression on his face, but he surprised you when he offered you his hand. “By all means, I would hate for you to be uncomfortable. I can escort you somewhere more…” he paused and licked his lips, “...private that may be better suited to both our tastes tonight.”

You froze as you tried to process his words and, despite yourself, you felt the warmth of a fierce blush erupt across your cheeks. Something predatory glinted in his eye, and you suspected that he was enjoying your reaction when his smirk grew wider. You were scrambling to come up with an excuse or a polite refusal that wouldn’t offend him when a strong hand from behind you grasped your shoulder.

“I’m afraid they’ll have to decline,” Lucifer said smoothly at your side. “But we do have something important to discuss in private if the offer of a quieter room is still available.”

You had the feeling there was some silent conversation taking place between the two demons that you weren’t privy to. After a few tense moments, The Fall’s owner shrugged and stepped away. “Of course. You’re welcome to use one of the offices,” he offered politely. His tail flicked behind him and you noticed a door near the back of the dancefloor. “Down that hallway. You may use any room that’s unoccupied.”

In the small office, Lucifer's reprimand continued. “You are far too trusting,” his voice rumbled close to your ear. He leaned into your space and his head bent down closer to yours. “Demons with less self control than myself wouldn’t hesitate to claim your soul - or your body - for themselves.” 

“I don’t want any of those other demons like that,” you admitted with a quiet voice. You felt his breaths puff against the sensitive skin of your neck and you couldn’t suppress a shiver. You rested your hands on his chest and he seemed to lean into your touch. His anger was slowly melting away, replaced with another unnamed emotion that charged the air between you with anticipation. 

One of his arms wrapped around your waist. He tilted your head up until you were staring into the dark ruby pools of his eyes. “Perhaps we both need this little reminder,” he murmured against your lips. Through the fabric of your dress, you felt his fingers trail down your breast, and he traced the edges of the pact mark he left near your heart. “You are mine.”

You gasped when he pushed his lips against yours in a firm kiss, and after a moment of surprise you kissed him back. His lips tasted like Demonus, and you opened your mouth when you felt his tongue seeking entrance. He groaned and his arm tightened around you as your tongue met his in a slick caress. 

When you eventually pulled back to catch your breath, one of his thighs slotted between yours and you felt his arousal against your hip. He cradled your neck like you were something precious and you blushed at the heat in his gaze. He leaned in to kiss you again, but a voice echoing in the hall outside made you both pause. He looked towards the doorway like he could see through the wall; he glared at the interruption as if it would scare off whoever it was.

“Who is that?” you asked in a hushed whisper. You didn’t recognize the voice, but Lucifer apparently did because his only response was a low, menacing growl. Footsteps walked past and you heard the door to the next room over slam shut.

“It’s no concern of ours,” Lucifer said quietly as he lowered his head back down. He kissed the delicate skin of your neck and cupped your breast through your dress, teasing your nipple with his fingers. You arched your back into his touch and he rewarded you with the slow grind of his thigh against you.

You bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning. “What if someone hears us?” You weren't worried about being caught before with the party raging on elsewhere in the building, but the unexpected disturbance close by made you anxious.

Without warning, Lucifer spun you around so your front was pushed the wall, the weight of his body against your back pinning you in place. He reached down and shimmied your dress high enough so he could slip his hand underneath. The cool leather glove he wore tickled the tops of your thighs and you spread your legs wider to give him better access. His other hand covered your mouth and you squeaked in surprise.

“You’ll have to be quiet for me, won’t you?” he murmured in your ear. 

He waited for your response before he touched you and when you nodded your assent, he wasted no time sliding his fingers into the sticky wetness between your legs. Every brush of his gloves against your bare skin made you quiver. Your soft whimpers and moans were muffled by the hand over your mouth. He whispered honey-laced filth into your ear as he panted his desires, dark promises of things yet to come. His fingers moved faster between your thighs, circling your bud and teasing your entrance, and you couldn't resist the urge to grind back against him. He moved his hips in sharp, stilted thrusts that matched your pace like he was struggling to maintain some semblance of control.

Your thighs were shaking from pleasure and exhaustion and you knew you weren't going to last. He must have sensed it too because he removed his hand from your mouth suddenly and you gasped loudly in the quiet room. You heard something drop to the floor and then two of his naked fingers pried your lips open. He continued to coax pleasure from your body and when you came, you moaned loudly around his fingers.

He slowly removed his fingers from between your lips and held you close while you caught your breath. You rested against the wall while Lucifer bent down to retrieve his discarded glove, and you saw him tuck it into his pocket. He helped you fix your dress and then he pulled you into an embrace. You wanted to talk about what happened, but this wasn’t the most appropriate place for the conversation you two needed to have; judging by the look on his face, he felt the same.

“I'll send word to the others so they know we've left early. There are many things I still wish to say, but I'll not risk anymore rude interruptions here." He took your hand and led you to the door. He glanced up and down the hall to check that there was no one else loitering nearby before leading you out.

You were grateful for his discretion and you squeezed his hand appreciatively. You both looked rumpled, and you knew your face was flushed and a bit sweaty. Anyone that found you together would be able to guess what you’ve been up to. Luckily, it sounded like the party was still going strong and you didn’t see or hear any trace of the passerby from earlier. When you approached the exit, he pushed the door open and let you slip through first.

Lucifer sensed you were both being watched as soon as you stepped into the hallway, and he felt a heavy stare on his back when he led you to the door leading outside. He looked over his shoulder and smirked at the club's owner who watched you both from the shadows. Lucifer wasted no more time and followed you into the night, slamming the door closed behind him.