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prettiestgrlinthemorguexo · 8 months

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Can I request an Lucifer Morningstar x fem reader??

This like came up in my mind recently and I’m going feral over it

So Reader is Adams third wife that he had begged again to god to make him another wife (this is way before the exterminators fight with the devils when reader was created) and with that god made reader to be his wife that is different from both lilith and Eve, when reader was visiting The garden of Eden, she met lucifer who was on his way to do a meeting with the angels about the populations or the updates(idk you can do something like that) and lucifer was strolling through Eden again like going through a flashback when it all happened until he met reader who was sitting down underneath that same tree where he met Eve

Lucifer found reader enchanting and alluring since she was more beautiful then his ex wife, and soon had an urge to seduce reader like he did to adams other ex wives as lucifer held an apple to reader to tempt her with free will, reader was hesitant and tempted but asked lucifer “what did you do to make adams ex wives to leave him for you?” (She wasn’t told how adams ex wives fucked lucifer but she does know about the free will but what happened to Eve since she knew about the whole story about lucifer and lilith) it made lucifer smirk and told reader “would you like to know?”

(I’m sorry but like I’ve been thinking so much about it🤭🤭🤭)

Third times a charm (Lucifer Morningstar x Adam’s wife! Reader)

Legit love this idea, this a smut for obvi reasons

At this point, Adam just needs to stop because no one wants him also this takes place like 2 year-ish after Lilith left Lucifer

This is not proofread!!!

Also I’m not christen so I don’t know everything about Christianity. So I’m going off of Hazbin hotel and how I interpret the things I do know from the Bible

Reader is female in this

Warnings: smut, P n V sex, oral sex (reader reserving), reader is a virgin (Adam doesn’t get pussy) , dom! Lucifer, outside/public sex, Y/N is suggested to have big thighs, Lucifer comforting reader, Mentions of blood

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No ones POV

After Lilith and Eve both falling for Lucifer’s tricks, Adam begged for a new wife. God obliged gave them one more, he named her Y/N, they had H/C hair and the most beautiful E/C eyes. They were a few form of beauty never seem before, oftenly considered the ‘beautiful one’ of Adams wives by the head angels. You lived with Adam, but due to Adam off doing heavens know what, she spent most of her time in the place it all started…the garden of Eden.

Y/N was told about how Lucifer ‘bewitched’ Lilith and eve to betray God and Adam and the heavens itself, but was never really known why they did, why did they choose Lucifer? It was a question they asked herself quite often.

On one summers day while Adam was off doing what Y/N could only assume to be ‘work’, she was once again in the garden. Y/N couldn’t explain why they like the garden so much but they felt so drawn to it. On this day, Y/N wasn’t the only one in the garden. This was one of the days the Angels were meeting with the king of hell himself, Lucifer.

Lucifer had to attend another meeting due to the population still not going down as much as the Angels hoped. He truly didn’t want to attend such a meeting, but he had to. To avoid the meeting as long as possible he decided to take a walk in the a Garden of Eden, this garden help a special place in Lucifer’s mind, where he met he ex wife Lilith and where evil was created when Eve eating the fruit of wisdom.

Today he chose to visit that very tree, the large tree where everything happened. As the walked through the greenery he way the opening where the tree sat but there was something else, someone else. They’re laid a woman lying in the shade of under the large apple tree wearing a white angelic bread, her beautiful H/L H/C they laid against the bed of grass. Her facial features were gorgeous, things he’s never seen before. She had E/C eyes. Everything about her was enchanting, as he was admiring her the noticed something on her finger, a gold wedding band with a large “A” ingrained on it…she was Adam’s wife.

Lucifer was surprised by the knowledge, when had Adam gotten a new wife? God actually gave him another after what happened to the last two? Lucifer remembering the every tree she lied under. Lucifer idea came to his head, why not keep up the streak of stealing away Adams wife? Lucifer moved swiftly over to the tree taking one of the hanging apples before appearing infront of the woman.

Though Y/N eyes were closed enjoyed the sounds of the garden, they felt an unfamiliar presence around her. She shot her eyes E/C open to see a pale man with blonde hair, we wore a white suit with red detailing along with the snake along his hat,then they notice this hand, he was holding a apple.

Y/N nearly shot up from her previous position, she knew who this was…it was Lucifer. She’s hear stories of the fallen angel, but has never seen his face before but she knew it was him. “Hello my dear.” He said with a smile was he stepped closer to her. She didn’t looked scared more intrigued than anything, which he wasn’t expecting considering the stories told of him by the angels. “Did God not give you a voice dear?” He asked seeming more of a joke. “No,” she said to this, her eyes not leaving his face, “I have one..”

He leaned down get on one knee infront of her, “then why don’t you use it? You could be free…” his clawed hand that held the red apple extend to her, the red apple begging to be taken. She stared at the apple debating it for a moment before her eyes moved back to his, “I have a question for you..” she asked him, she seemed so unmoved by the chance at free will. It caught him a little off guard, “she is truly different..” the thought to himself. “Ask away Dove? What on your mind?” He ask the woman curious what question could be more important then free will.

“What did you do to make Adam’s first to wives to leave him for you?” She asked him, curious

Lucifer smug smile feel into a shocking look, did she not know about what happened? Is Heaven really hiding this from her? Then it hit Lucifer, what a better way to teach then show her. He let the apple drop to the ground as he crawled over to her, moving between her legs, he moves one of his under her chin tilting it to him.

“Would you like to know? I could show you..” he said to her in a low voice.

She looked at him a little shocked, what was this feeling? Y/N had never help this before, she felt hot. “Yes..” she said to him, he smile widen as he lead his face in more. “Are you sure..?” He asked again, in an almost teasing way. Y/N nodded their head, “I am…show me..” and with those words, Lucifer kissed them deep.

It caught Y/N off guard but quickly kissed back, wrapping their arms around this neck pulling him closer Lucifer was quick to move his free arm around your waist and pulled you in. Making her body press against his. The feeling her body pressed again his, Y/N couldn’t help but moan at this foreign feeling growing in her. Lucifer heard her moan, it was like a siren call to him. He took the hand that was on her cheek and moved it down under her dress, brushing his fingers over her clothed pussy.

The feeling of his actions made Y/N jump at the feeling, she’s never felt this, it sent an aching feeling into her cover, it felt as if her body was begging for more. Lucifer pulled away from the kiss, a smile string of saliva connecting them. Her face was flushed, a perfect shade of red. Lucifer pressed against her pussy again feeling a wet pool form, almost like on command she let out another moan, her nail’s scratching the nape of his neck.

Lucifer smiled at her reaction, before moving down. “Let me help you with this…” he said in a low voice full of lust, his voice alone enchanting her. Lucifer spread her legs wider and lifted her dress up, revealing her stomach and clothed pussy. Y/N gasp at the action, a little embarrassed and how relieved she is. Lucifer kissed her stomach as they removed their panties, revealing their soaking wet cunt. Y/N watched him as he kissed down her stomach before pulling away, his eyes moving up to look at hers before back to her pussy.

Lucifer moved her thighs onto his shoulder, knocking off his hat, allowing him full access into to her, before he could react to her lower body being lifted up, Lucifer licked her wet folds. Y/N gasp letting out a moan at the feeling of this long tongue lick her. Lucifer let out a groan, she was he best thing he’s ever tasted, he was quick to move in closer, his mouth pressed against her wet cunt, eating her out like it was his last meal. Y/N couldn’t help but become a moaning mess quickly, the feeling was so foreign but it was the best feeling she’d felt her whole life, she wanted, no, she needed more.

Her hand reaching down and tangled her finger in his blonde hair, pushing his head in. It caught him off guard but he loved seeing her so eager. Lucifer happily fulfilled her wish for move , he slipped his tongue in her as he continued to eat. Y/N felt a pit form inside her, she needed it to go away, he needed to make it go away. “Fuck..please!” Y/N moaned out louder. Lucifer could tell she was close by the feeling of her tightening around his long tongue, he groan at the feeling, feeling his pants tighten up. His groans send a vibration into her.

Y/N clinched her thighs around his head, moaning as the vibration. She felt like she was about to release something that she didn’t even know of. After a few more swift motions of Lucifer, Y/N felt the pit release, she let out a loud moan, she attempted to muffle it out by covering her mouth. Lucifer moaned and slurped up all her juices, it was the perfect taste.

Y/N felt like she was floating, this feeling was so knew but she never wanted it to stop. After he sucked her dry, Lucifer pulled away his chin glistening with her juices. When Lucifer go back onto his knees, he stayed between her now shaking legs, he looked at her flushed face, her eyes clouded with the new pleasure. To him she looked perfectly, he was quick to kiss her deep, yet every passionately. Y/N was quick to kiss back softly playing with his hair. While they kissed, Lucifer was quick to undo this belt. Before he could finish undoing his pants, he pulled away hovering over her.

“Are you ready..?” Lucifer asked softly. Y/N nodded their head eagerly, “Please…I need this..” she said through heavy breaths. Lucifer smiled as he undid his pants pulling them down. His cock springing to life. Y/N gasp softly, mesmerized. Lucifer moved in closer in, when he did Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt him pressing his tip against her entrance, she shivered at the feeling.

After a moment Lucifer slowly entered her stretching her out. She gasped loudly moaning, she felt the sting of him stretching her out. She felt tears peak the corners of her eyes. Noticing this Lucifer stayed still, moving his face down to place butterfly kisses on her face, moving his hand to her cheek holding her kissing away her tears. “It’s ok dove..” he whispered in her ear and he continued his assault of kisses. “Just tell me when to continue, ok..?” He said softly to her, she nodded her head and held him close as he continued to kiss her face, wishing sweet nothing in Y/N’s ear.

After a few minutes, she whispered to him “you can continue..” she said quietly. Lucifer nodded his head as he continued to push in, she whinned a little but it wasn’t as painful as before. Soon he was all the way in, all 8 inches. He was still for a moment looking into Y/N eyes, waiting for her permission to move, Y/N nodded. With the affirming nod of approval, Lucifer pulled nearly all the way our all the way out and slammed back in, making Y/N throw her head pack and moan loudly. It was a perfect mix of pain and pleasure.

Lucifer couldn’t help but moan himself, Y/N was so tight it was a knee feeling to him. He loved him. As he slowly continued his thrust, Y/N could held but moan into Lucifer’s neck. This feeling was new to Y/N and they didn’t want it to end. “Please!” Y/N moaned out to him between this thrust, “more please..” Lucifer smiled at his words as he sped up with his thrust. “Fuck..” Lucifer moaned out as he held her tight. There body’s pressed against each other, Y/N nails were dug into his back nearly tearing his suit jacket, Y/N could feel the pit reforming in her as a fast past, Lucifer could feel it too.

Lucifer could feel him release building up, and it was only getting closer as he felt her squeeze around him. He could only let out groans as he digs his nails through her dress, piecing her skin, drawing blood. Y/N’s head was thrown back they felt like they were about to release. “Please!!” Y/N’s nearly screamed out to him. Lucifer smiled obeying her orders, speeding up for her and his own release. Her blood began to slowly stain her white dress, after a few more thrust Y/N let out a moan as they came again, coating his cock with them. Her body was shaking as he continued to thrust. Feeling the tight wetness, he came into her, painting her wall white. After he was done he clasped onto her, both panting heavily.

Y/N was a shaking mess, Arms wrapped around him tight, almost as if she let go they’d both disappear. “Are you already little dove..?” He asked soft to her. His cock still buried inside her still. “I feel great..” she said softly, nuzzling into him. “Good..” he said quietly kissing her cheek, “now you know why Adams first two wives left him..” Y/N looked at him her E/C filled with wonder and questions. “What does that mean for me.” Lucifer let out a small laugh. “That means your mine now sweetheart..”

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barefoot-joker · 7 months

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Dancing with the Devil and His Wife in the Pale Moonlight

Yandere! Lucifer Morningstar X Reader X Yandere! Lilith Morningstar

Hey, guys! Welcome to another Lucifer story, this time with his wife Lilith! An Anon had asked for a longer fanfiction, so I did my best to do that ask justice. I'm thinking of making a part 2 but let me know what you think. As always enjoy and have a great day/night!

Words: 5612

Warnings: Kidnapping, Non-Con Kissing, Swearing, Slight gore near the end, Slight Possessive Tendencies, Slight drug use at the end

I hummed as I stretched my legs on the bar in the dance studio. Today our class was rehearsing for the ballet Three Virgins and a Devil which was going to be performing at our local theater. We had been practicing for months now but today was special. Today some of our patrons who financially support our ballet company were coming to watch us. It was quite a surprise as nobody really knew who the mysterious couple was, so gossip amongst my fellow ballerinas was high. The talk continued even as we prepared our bodies for our demonstration. “I heard that our patrons are very wealthy and looking for somebody they can throw their money to.”

“You mean they are looking for a third?”

“Possibly!”

“Well if they are looking for a third there’s no way any of you would get it,” Jessica the prima ballerina stated.

“Girls, please,” our director, Maria, clapped her hands, “let’s get to work.”

We formed our line and started to do some warm up exercises. After about ten minutes of warm up, we ran a couple of our numbers. Suddenly the door to the studio swung open to reveal a man and a woman. The man was on the shorter side and had paleish skin, blonde hair, red tinted cheeks and red eyes. The woman was tall and had long blonde hair, purple eyes and a paleish complexion. We all stopped to stare. Their skin tone and eyes really threw us off but maybe they wore contacts to intimidate people. Our director let a big grin form on her face as she ushered the couple in. “Ah, Mr and Mrs Morningstar! Welcome! Please come in.”

The couple stopped in the middle of the room and surveyed us. I bowed my head and fiddled with my shirt hem. Their gazes felt fiery and made me feel quite uncomfortable. “This is our Corps de Ballet. We were just practicing for our upcoming production when you both walked in. I’m sure you would be interested in seeing some material.”

“Absolutely! My wife and I would like to see what our money buys after all.”

“Of course, Mr Morningstar. Girls.”

We all got into our places and Maria pressed play on the CD player. We performed an ensemble piece and one with the three leads: Jessica, Savannah and Tessa. Our patrons just watched us with curious eyes and applauded when we were all done. “That was quite the show you ladies put on. I think my husband and I can agree our money is being well spent. However, we'd like to talk to you, Miss Maria, if we could.”

“Of course. We can go to my office. Girls, keep rehearsing. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

We all watched as the three of them left and as soon as the door shut gossip was at an all time high. “Oh my gosh, did you see the way they looked at Jessica? If they are looking for a third I’ll bet they’ll choose her!”

“No way! They were totally staring at me!”

“Girl, that’s not possible. If anything they were staring at your fumbled footwork at beat five.”

“Shut up! That’s not true!”

“What do you think, Y/n? Who were they staring at?”

All of the girls in my circle turned to me. I let out a huff. “I wasn’t paying attention. I was too focused on my steps.”

“At least one of us was,” Jessica stated.

We all turned to stare at her. “Like I said before, I’d be their first choice for a third.”

The smirk that played on her lips made me quite angry. Because she was the prima ballerina she always thought everyone was interested in her. While it may be true, her pride was too boastful. “Oh please. Stop lying to yourself. I saw where their gaze was during your performance. It was at the back.”

“Yeah right! All eyes are always on me.”

I rolled my eyes. God she was so annoying.

“Ladies, you heard what Maria said. We need to practice. This discussion can continue later.”

“Alright, party pooper.”

We fell into our positions and began another ensemble routine. Jessica called out counts as we danced and about twenty minutes later Maria returned. “Good job today, girls. You deserve a break for the rest of the day. Jessica, Y/n, please stay behind. I’d like to talk to both of you.”

I looked at my friends in confusion. Why was I needed?

As my fellow dancers passed to get changed, Lily grabbed my shoulder. “It’ll be okay, Y/n.”

She quickly walked off with the others. I sighed and walked to the mirrors where Maria stood. Jessica side eyed me and then focused back on our instructor. “Good job today, both of you. The Morningstars were very taken aback by your performances. In fact, they’d like to get to know you both on a more personal level.”

I felt myself stop breathing and my eyes widen. They what?

“They’d like to take you both to dinner tomorrow night. A car will come and pick up both of you so no need to worry about rides.”

“Miss Maria, are you sure Y/n was an interested party? After all she’s just an ensemble member-”

“Yes, Jessica. They were quite. Interested. They said their car should be there around 6 pm to pick up our prima ballerina and 7 pm to pick up Y/n. Please dress nice, you are representing Carmilla Carmine’s Ballet Academy after all.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“You’re both excused.”

The two of us took our leave and as soon as the door closed behind us Jessica snarled at me. “Listen here and listen well. If you were a team player you’d refuse to come to this dinner tomorrow.”

“I’m just not showing up. You heard Miss Maria! The Morningstars were interested in both of us. How do you think that’ll reflect on our Academy if I just don’t show up?”

“Just don’t embarrass me tomorrow!”

She huffed and stormed off. I sighed and went into the locker room. I sat on one of the benches and traded out my pointe shoes for my regular tennis shoes. Throwing on my hoodie, I grabbed my backpack and headed out of the studio. The rest of my day went fairly well. My friends from work texted me asking if I was alright. I told them what had happened and they blew up my phone. They couldn’t believe an opportunity like this was being given to a backup dancer. I chuckled at their antics in my text messages and responded to them throughout the night.

The next day I had gotten up fairly early and ran some errands. When I got back to my apartment later I did some cleaning. I noticed it was getting closer to the time my date was so I finished and ran into my bedroom. I chose a nice long, flowy, favorite color dress and a pair of black flats. In my bathroom I added some light makeup to my face and attached a silver necklace to my body. After I was done I looked at my phone to see it was 7 pm. Grabbing my keys and a small purse, I locked my door and took the stairs to the lobby. I walked out to the street and saw a short man getting out of a black Mercedes-Benz. “Miss L/n?”

“Yep, that’s me.”

“Follow me please.”

He walked to the back of the car and opened the door. “Thanks.”

I slid in and he shut the door. He returned to the driver’s side and got in. Starting the car, we headed out. I looked around as the man drove. I had never been in such a fancy car before so this was truly a new experience. The interior was all black leather and the windows were tinted. Jessica sat next to me texting on her phone. I watched as the nightlife of my city passed by in amazement. It felt like a different ride. The car suddenly came to a halt and the driver got out. He opened the door for Jessica first and then he opened my side. I stared at the restaurant and nearly collapsed. We were parked in front of Melbourne’s, a very fancy and well known place. Rumor had it that the wait list was three months before somebody could get in. “Ah, Jessica, Y/n! So glad you could make it!”

I looked over to see the Morningstars approach us, each of them giving us a kiss on the cheek. The Misses wore a long, sparkly, purple dress while the Mr wore a white outfit with red accents. “You both look lovely. Come, our table is waiting for us.”

Mr Morningstar wrapped an arm around Jessica while Mrs Morningstar wrapped an arm around me. They led us inside to a table that was hidden by a wall and some red velvet curtains in the back of the restaurant. We all sat down and I gazed over the menu. My heart nearly stopped. The prices were way out of my range. Jesus.

A waiter came over and introduced himself as Jeff before asking for the table’s drink choice. The three other occupants said some fancy wine or a fancy cocktail. When it got to me I just muttered, “Water, please.”

Jessica snorted and Mrs Morningstar looked at me. “Are you sure, Y/n? You can have anything you’d like.”

“I’m sorry I don’t drink. I honestly don't know where to begin.”

“I see. How about we start you off simple. She’ll take a brandy old fashioned.”

“All good choices. I’ll be back with those in a short bit.”

Jeff left and I felt extremely awkward. I mean I was trying my first alcoholic drink in front of practically strangers. What if I didn’t like it? I didn’t want to offend the Misses.

I picked up the menu to try and avoid small talk. Jessica and the Morningstars were discussing something and I was just trying to decide what least expensive item to get. “-ou, Y/n?”

I set the menu down and looked up. “What? Sorry.”

Mr Morningstar just smiled across the table at me. “It’s quite alright, dear. I asked what got you into ballet.”

“Oh, um, I don’t know. I guess I just find it relaxing and something to occupy my time with. I had started off as a child and just loved it ever since, Mr Morningstar.”

“Oh no need for formalities! We’re out of the studio. Please call us Luci and Lilith.”

The two smiled at us. While I felt out of place, their smiles sort of comforted me. It was almost like a parent soothing their child. “So why don’t you tell us about yourselves? We’re very interested to hear,” Lilith said.

I was about to say something when Jessica started. I just leaned back in my chair and watched other customers. There were many couples in the restaurant with a few groups scattered here and there. It was odd to see everybody dressed to the nines with their fanciest garb, but I suppose you have to live up to the dress code. “And what about you, Y/n? Anything you’d like to share,” Luci said.

The entire table turned to look at me and I could feel my skin crawling with heat. I wasn’t used to this much attention on me. Even when I was younger my siblings had always gotten the most of mom’s time. “Well, I’m uh 25 and the oldest of three. Like I said before I love ballet and I moved out here to try and make a career of it.”

“Anything else? Do you have any hobbies,” Lilith asked this time.

“I guess I like the arts in general. I participate in some art classes here and there. I read when I get the chance. Walks in the park or just around town are nice too.”

“That sounds lovely. You seem like a very creative girl.”

I gave a small smile. Just then Jeff returned with a tray and set all of our drinks down in front of each of us and asked us for our dinner choice. I just went with a simple pasta dish. I looked down at my drink and swirled it with the small black straw it came with. I was entranced by how the mushed cherry swirled with the ice in the orange drink as Jessica chatted. Lifting the rocks glass, I took a sip and hummed. It was quite good, especially for my first alcoholic drink. Setting the glass down, I observed the people at my table. Lilith was engaged in a conversation with Jessica, however Luci’s eyes were set on me. I gulped and averted my gaze to my lap. I could hear him chuckle. The table went silent for a moment, so I took the opportunity to ask something. “So do you guys have any family around here?”

“We have a daughter. Her name is Charlie. She’s a bit older than the two of you, but she’s quite the spirited girl. She doesn’t live here, more down under,” Lilith replied.

“I see. So she lives in Australia then?”

The couple glanced at each other and smiled. “You could say that.”

“She actually runs a hotel, funny enough. It’s to rehabilitate people.”

“Oh wow. That sounds like a lot to take on. You must be very proud of her.”

Luci stepped in. “Oh yes. She’s our little duckling!”

I could feel a rigidness coming from my fellow dancer. Maybe she didn’t like kids?

The rest of dinner went off without a hitch. I admit I was nervous but that dissipated the more the night went on. We all shared stories and laughs between us and the food was really good. I had offered to pay my half but the Morningstars were quick to shut the idea down. “It’s our treat. After all, we wanted to get to know you,” Luci had said.

After the bill was paid, they led us out to the car. The couple leaned in and gave me a kiss on both cheeks and did the same for Jessica. As they pulled away, Lilith spoke. “Thank you for a lovely night, ladies. We hope you have a great rest of your night.”

“Thank you for inviting us. We really appreciate it,” I replied.

The driver opened the door for us and Jessica and I got in. As he started to drive away the Morningstars waved at us until we were out of view. “I think that went well.”

“No duh. They were all over us, especially me. You think I can take more money out of them?”

“Is that the only reason you went? Their company was a nice treat. Besides, don’t you have other people wrapped around your finger you can take advantage of?”

“Of course. Those are some of the perks of being the prima ballerina. I’m surprised you even had a good time with all that attention on you. You should just stick to the back.”

I frowned. I was not about to let her ruin the night. “Whatever. I had a good time regardless of how much attention was on me.”

I turned away from her and focused on the passing cityscape. Eventually we reached my apartment and when we did the driver opened the door. I got out hastily and thanked him. I walked into the lobby and went up the stairs to the third floor. Getting out my keys, I unlocked the door and slipped my shoes off. I shut the door and went into my bathroom. I rinsed off my makeup and took my necklace off before going into my bedroom. I got out of my dress and put on my pj’s, throwing the flowy garment into the laundry hamper. I sat on my bed and went through my notifications on my phone. I grunted in annoyance when I saw my ex-lover’s name pop up. I clicked open their text and rolled my eyes. Once again it was them proclaiming they made a mistake for leaving me and they wanted me back. I didn’t reply, just backed out of it to the hub. I texted my friends from work about the night and they all congratulated me. We talked for a few minutes before I decided to log off. Putting my phone on the charger on the nightstand, I got under the covers and attempted to fall asleep.

The next day I rose at around 8 am. We had rehearsal today at 9 am so I quickly got dressed in a gray tank top and black leggings. I slipped a navy hoodie over top, slipped on my tennis shoes, grabbed my backpack and was out the door. It took me about twenty minutes to walk the several blocks to the studio, but when I made it I greeted the receptionist. “Good morning, Ricardo!”

“Good morning, Y/n! How are you today?”

“Average, I guess. And you?”

“Fabulous. I’ve got my coffee so today should go smoothly.”

I chuckled. He always liked his caffeine.

“I better head on up. I’ll see you later. Have a great day!”

“You too!”

I walked upstairs to the locker room where I placed my backpack and shoes in my locker. I slipped off my hoodie and then sat on one of the benches to put my pointe shoes on. When they were secure, I walked into the studio. I saw the girls hounding Jessica for information so I just went to my corner and stretched. As I was doing so, Maria came into the room. She looked around and when she noticed me, she came over. “Good morning, Y/n. I hope your dinner was enjoyable last night.”

“It was actually. The Morningstars are very nice people.”

“I’m glad. Was Jessica nice to you?”

“With them, yes. In the car, not so much.”

“I see. I’m sorry that happened.”

“It’s no big deal. I’m used to it.”

She smiled and patted me on the shoulder. “Well I’d better get to teaching. Shall we?”

“We shall.”

Maria clapped her hands and we fell into our rows. We did a few warm up exercises and as we were doing this, Ricardo came into the room holding a bouquet twice the size of my head and the phone. We stopped to ooh and ah. “Yes?”

“These just came for Y/n.”

“What,” I muttered.

Ricardo came over and handed me the plastic wrapped flowers. Upon closer inspection I saw my favorite flower mixed with roses. I could feel heat rising to my cheeks as I found a card amongst the petals. Pulling it out, the heat burned brighter. “What does it say, Y/n?”

“To our dearest Y/n, thank you for a wonderful night. Call us anytime. From the Morningstars. And then there’s a phone number.”

All my friends squealed in delight and Jessica stepped forward rudely. “Was there anything for me, Ricardo?”

“I’m afraid not. I’ll keep checking. Oh also there’s someone on hold for you, Y/n.”

He handed me the phone and I looked at Maria. She gestured for me to answer it. “Hello?”

“Good morning, Y/n!”

“Who is this?”

“Ah, how rude of me! It’s Luci.”

“Mr Morningstar?”

At the mention of the name, Jessica glared at me. I gulped.

“What have I told you about formalities, darling?”

“Sorry, bad habit. What can I do for you?”

“The wife and I were wondering if you’d like to go dancing tonight.”

“T-tonight? But we just saw each other-” “Lilith and I have taken quite a liking to you, my dear. You’re such a sweetheart and we’d like to be with you again. You just radiate a beautiful energy. What do you say?”

“Oh, um, uh…I guess. Sure.”

“Great! We’ll pick you up at 7 o clock! See you then, dear!”

“See you then.”

I pulled the phone away and ended the call. Lily spoke first. “Well?”

“I guess I have another date tonight with the Morningstars.”

The girls erupted into screams of joy and surrounded me in a hug except for the prima ballerina. She gave me a heated glare, stomped her foot and stormed off. I gave the bouquet and phone back to Ricardo. “Could you put them in my locker please?”

“Of course!”

“Thanks, Ricardo.”

“Don’t mention it.”

He left the room and Maria tried to calm everybody down. “Girls. Girls! GIRLS!”

They stopped and stared at our instructor. “Let’s get to work. We don’t have much time.”

“Yes, ma’am,” we all responded.

The rest of the morning and afternoon was spent practicing. Around 3 pm, Maria let us go. When I went into the locker room, I stopped abruptly. All over the floor near my locker were flower petals and the destroyed bouquet. My hoodie lay on the bench as well as my backpack. I went over and picked both up only for my things to fall from the bag and my sweatshirt to have tears in the material. I looked at the bottom of my bag to see a large hole had been cut. Both were beyond repair. I sighed and threw both items in the trash. I had a feeling it was Jessica. I just couldn’t believe she was that angry at me when it wasn’t my fault the Morningstars called on me. Grabbing my stuff, I put it on a bench and then went to grab the broom and dustpan. Retrieving both from the supply closet, I returned to the locker room and cleaned up the flower petals and tore up card from the carpeted floor. I threw that and the plastic wrapped stems in the trash before returning the cleaning supplies to the closet. I walked back to the locker room, grabbed my stuff and made my way home.

When I got home I had taken a small nap and then got ready for the night. I chose a dark blue floral blouse, black pants, black boots and a denim jacket. Grabbing my keys, phone and purse, I headed down to the main street. The same Mercedes-Benz sat in front of my building and out stepped Luci from the car. “Over here, Y/n!”

I walked over and slid in, only to realize when he got in that I squished between the husband and wife. Oh boy.

“Derek, you may go.”

The car drove off. It was silent for a minute and I bit my lip when both Luci and Lilth’s hands came to rest on either one of my legs. “So my darling, did you enjoy our flowers? Lilith and I combined our efforts to come up with it.”

“Uh, I did. Before they got destroyed.”

“What do you mean?”

“I had them put in my locker and when I got back from practice my hoodie, backpack and flowers were lying on the ground ruined.”

My eyes widened when I thought I saw horns come out of Luci’s head and his eyes go from red to white. I blinked and they were back to normal. “And who do you think did it?”

“Well…I can’t say.”

Lilith put a finger under my chin and made me face her. She brought her head so close our lips almost touched. “Love, you can tell us anything. We’re here for you. Was it that pesky Jessica? I knew we should have sent flowers so she didn’t feel left out but Luci was very determined not to.”

“She was soooo boring! All she did was talk about herself. At least our little apple was nice and polite.”

I felt him trace a pattern on my thigh but I couldn’t see as I was stuck staring at Lilith. “Luci…”

“It’s true! You can’t deny that, honey.”

“Alright, yes. She was a bore. But maybe our lovely’s bouquet would still be intact.”

“Okay, I’ll give you that one.”

“Anyway, was it Jessica?”

I could feel their eyes bore into me and I felt compelled to nod. They glanced at each other and then back to me. “Don’t worry love, we’ll get you as many flowers as you’d like.”

“Yes, but let’s focus on tonight. We’re going to dance the night away!”

My body tensed slightly when Luci put his head on my shoulder and I could feel his breath on my neck. “I-is hot in here or is it just me?”

They both chuckled rather loudly. “Oh dear. I think our little apple is heating up, Lilith.”

“Yes I think so, Luci. Perhaps we should aid her?”

“Yes. Yes we should.”

I gasped when I felt Mr Morningstar start to suck on my neck. I tried to pull away but Mrs Morningstar brought me into a kiss. My eyes widened and I attempted to hit either of them, but each of them had grabbed one hand and held it. I squirmed as they took their sweet time kissing me and just as I brought my legs up to kick them the car stopped. They pulled away with giant grins on their faces. The door opened and I clawed my way over top of Luci to get out. I figured he left a hickey so I did my best to raise my jacket collar to hide it. Just as I finished, I felt an arm wrap around my waist and the other around my shoulders. “Shall we go in, my love?”

I nodded and the two scooted me inside the club. It was very loud when we entered, the music making the walls and floor shake. The three of us sat in a private booth and Lilith went to go get us some drinks. I tried to put past how they had both kissed me, but I just couldn’t for the life of me. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to like it or not. Sure they were nice people but something about them unsettled me. “Whatcha thinking about, my dear?”

I looked up at Luci, his brow furrowed. “Huh? Oh nothing.”

“I don’t think it’s nothing. You’re very quiet.”

“I guess…nevermind.”

“Come on, you can tell me. You can tell us anything.”

His hand reached across the table and it laid on my knee. It reminded me too much of their kiss so I slid it off. He seemed very surprised by my retaliation. I looked at the hardwood floor as I spoke. “I guess I wasn’t expecting you guys to kiss me. I thought we weren’t quite there yet.”

“Oh, is that what’s got you bothered? I’m sorry. My wife and I are very forward when it comes to love.”

“Love?”

“Yes, you heard me.”

“What are you two talking about?”

Lilith had returned with three drinks. She set them on the table and sat by her husband. “Y/n doesn’t think we love her.”

“It’s not that, I just think it’s too early. I mean we met yesterday for crying out loud.”

“Aw, but you’re so fascinating, my love! How could we not fall in love with you!”

“Look, I’m not ready to take it to the next step-”

“You will in due time, little apple. It’ll just take some getting used to.”

I felt like I wasn’t being heard and I just needed a minute to breathe. “I, I need to go to the bathroom.”

I abruptly stood and speed walked to the nearest restroom. Just as I was about to enter, I bumped into somebody. “Oh, I’m so sorry!”

“No please, it was me-Y/n?”

I looked up and felt my heart stop. Oh great, my ex. Just what I needed. “Hey.”

“Hey…how have you been?”

“Um, good I guess. Look, I was just heading to the bathroom-”

“Well now that I got you here we might as well talk.”

“I’m not in the mood.”

“Y/n, I know we got off on the wrong foot-”

“You left because you found someone else. That’s that. Now if you’ll excuse me-”

They grabbed me by the shoulders and I stiffened. “You always do this when I try to talk to you. You shut me down. I just want you to fucking listen.”

Their grip tightened and I wished I was more at the table with the Morningstars then here. “Let go!”

I shoved my ex away and ran out the front door. I took a sharp turn and leaned against the alley wall. I leaned my head against the brick and let out a sigh. I heard rushing footsteps and I internally groaned when I saw Ex-Partner’s Name round the corner. “There you are! What part of I want to talk to you do you not fucking understand?!”

“The message is clear, but I just don’t want to talk. When you left me, that finished the matter.”

“But I want you back! I made a mistake alright, but I realize that now! Come on, what do you say?”

“I’ve said no and I’ll say it again. NO!”

They growled and I saw a glint in the moonlight. My eyes widened when I realized it was a switchblade. They rushed at me and I quickly closed my eyes and curled inwards, waiting for pain. It never came. I opened my eyes to see Luci with completely red eyes and long red horns sticking out of his forehead. A floating apple and a golden snake wrapped around the top of his horns and a fireball hovered above his head. Lilith was beside him, her eyes completely white and reddish purple curled horns stuck out of her head. He grabbed my ex by the wrist, twisting the knife out of their hand. They screamed in pain and I gasped seeing the bone stick out. Oh my God…

I stepped back as Luci twisted harder and more bone came poking out of the skin. “Don’t even think about going near her! YOU UNDERSTAND ME, YOU LITTLE BITCH!”

I watched in horror as the knife levitated towards Lilith and she stabbed my ex in the shoulder. They howled and she brought the knife up and stabbed again. Their nails grew into claws and they started to dig into my assailant’s skin, blood rushing down from their wounds. I backed away and then sprinted out of there. My ex’s screams rang in my head as I continued to run. What the fuck? What the fuck?!

I suddenly slammed into a chest and shrieked when arms wrapped around me. I realized it was Luci, his eyes now white with a red background. Six red and white wings stuck out of his back and they slightly curled around us as I beat on his chest. “Let me go! LET ME GO!”

He nuzzled into my hair and I kept flailing around. Lilith magically appeared beside him, my ex’s body dragging on the ground behind her. “Shh. You’re safe now, little apple. We’ve got you.”

“Get the fuck away from me! Get! Away!”

“Lucifer, don’t hold her too tight now. We don’t want bruises on her precious skin.”

In my struggle I slowed. Lucifer Morningstar. Lilith Morningstar. Horns. Wings. Wait a minute…

“Are you the Devil and his wife,” I asked timidly.

The two looked at each and sighed. “I guess the duck is out of the bag, Lilith.”

They turned to look at me and I shrunk in his tight hold. “Yes, we’re the Devil and his wife.”

It all made sense now. The red and purple eyes. The pale complexion. The reason they were such mysterious patrons. Their daughter being down under.

I shoved Lucifer and he let go for a second before his bloody claws grasped hard on my arms. His talons dug into my skin as I struggled. “Let me go, please! I, I won’t tell anyone what happened here! We can just go about our lives! Just, just let me go!”

By now tears had started escaping my eyes and I quickly kicked Lucifer in the balls. His claws slid down and caused four gashes to appear on my forearm. He let out a groan and I turned to flee, only for him to fly in front of me. “Y/n! Stop!”

They cornered me to the wall and the brick dug harshly at my back. “Everything’s alright, my love. You’re alright.”

Lilith brought her hand up and I slapped it away. My chest was heaving to try and gain air into the lungs, but I couldn’t get any in. I mean how are you supposed to react when you find out that the patrons of your ballet academy who are in love with you are the Devil and his wife?

“Y/n, dear, breathe. Breathe.”

“I, I can’t! I c-can’t!”

I just broke down. I slid down the brick and wrapped my arms around my knees. I began to hyperventilate as tears rushed down my cheeks. I heard Lucifer and Lilith say something to each other but I couldn’t make it out. As I cried I felt something gently hit my head and arms. I looked up to see golden dust raining down upon me. I looked up even further to see it coming from Luci’s fingertips, a gentle smile on both his and Lilith’s faces. Suddenly I felt very tired and calm, too calm. I could feel my muscles go slack and my body limp as Lucifer picked me up bridal style. “Just close your eyes, lovely. We’ll be home before you know it.”

“H-home? W-whose home?”

They both looked at me and smiled brightly. My eyes closed and my breathing steadied.

“Ours.”

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The Lamb & The Serpent

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Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x sinner fem!reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Lucifer being a chaotic mess, mentions of sex, swearing, virgin reader, awkwardness, Lucifer being awkward, fluff, misunderstandings, Angel and Cherri thinking with their downstairs brains and Husk being the voice of reason, relationship are hard sometimes that why communication is key, not that anyone here actually follows that advice, mentions of Lilith and Eve.

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Nothing was going the way you had hoped it would. Admittedly it probably wasn’t the best idea to ambush Lucifer like that, but Cherri had told you to be bold and forceful and considering nothing else had worked so far you hadn’t seen the harm in giving it a go. For a second there it had really seemed that it was going to go somewhere, Lucifer actually seeming to let go of his tightly wound control for the first time in months but then something had happened, something you still couldn’t work out and as a result you had ended up alone, quite literally dropped like a sad sack of shit whilst he made his escape. Now your ass hurt, your pride was definitely bruised, and you had no clue what you had done so wrong for Lucifer to run off like that, though it wasn’t exactly unusual at this point in your relationship. Things had never gotten quite that far before though, apart from that one time down some unknown hallway in the hotel but that had seemingly been a shock for both of you so you couldn’t really count that. Right?

You hadn’t set out to jump on Lucifer like that, had in fact been looking forward to just spending the day with him but you had borrowed a book from Angel, and it had left you feeling a little hot under the collar. It didn’t help that Lucifer had looked so good, with his sleeves rolled up and a look of concentration on his face as he fiddled around with yet another rubber duck. Cherri had told you be assertive, that Lucifer looked “like the kind of guy who was into that shit”, so you had taken a chance. Though you had asked him first, not wanting to disturb him if he was at some crucial part of his creation. He had said yes though, and you had been ecstatic about it. Kissing Lucifer was one of your favourite pastimes at the moment, addicted as you were to the feel of his lips moving against yours. You would have been happy just to stay like that for hours, but Cherri’s words had been at the back of your mind, pushing you forward and before you could talk yourself out of it you had crawled into his lap and deepened the kiss.

Lucifer was not the first person you had kissed, and you felt relatively confident when it came to making out. You hadn’t been expecting him to grab at your hips though, yanking you down so you could feel how hard he was. It had startled you, your moan muffled by his tongue, but you hadn’t been against it. In fact, you had welcomed it after weeks of feeling like you were the least desirable person in Hell. Not that you expected sex from him but, you had kind of thought that after a couple of months there would have been something other than handholding and closed lipped kissing. If Lucifer was ready to take the next step, then you had no intentions of stopping him. But it hadn’t happened, just like every other time you had tried to be more intimate with him and you were seriously starting to question where it was you were going so wrong.

Yes, you had never been with someone else physically, but you had dated before, and you knew your own body incredibly well. You knew the basics, enough at least to test the waters when you were feeling particularly riled up. You touched him more and in places that you wouldn’t normally go anywhere near. Like a hand on his thigh when you were sat next to each other at the dinner table, a hand on the small of his back with your fingers just dipping below his waistband when you were stood close together or even draping your arm across the back of the sofa on movie nights so you could stroke you fingers slowly across his tempting alabaster neck and trying not to make it so obvious you were thinking about how good it would look with your teeth marks on it. You snuggled more, practically wrapping yourself around him in an attempt to be closer. You even whispered into his ear more, phrasing your words so they were more suggestive than normal. It never did anything other than chase him away though so you had been doing your best to keep your feeling under wraps, not wanting to push him for something he might want to give.

After all, there was always the possibility that sex just wasn’t something Lucifer was in to. Sure, he had Charlie but there had to be some sort of weird Hell magic way for him and Lilith to have a kid without actually doing the deed. If that was the case, you wouldn’t mind. You had gone this long without it so it wasn’t like you would be missing something, plus there were options for you if you did find yourself unable to handle the lack of a physical element to your relationship. You were sure Angel Dust would be more than happy to recommend the best sex toys Hell had to offer. It didn’t have to be a problem, you just need Lucifer to tell you if that was the case.

The only other possibility was, well, you. It was always possible that Lucifer didn’t find you sexually attractive. After all you were just a sinner and he had never made a secret of how he felt about the inhabitants of the pride ring. He may have found you mentally stimulating and found that your personality suited his quite well but that didn’t mean he would be able to get over thousands of years worth of hate and guilt to actually stomach falling into bed with you. Or maybe it was just as simple as you not being his type.

You had seen the photos of Lilith, hard not to with the amount Lucifer had around his home of him, Charlie and the women who had abandoned them for parts unknown. She was a seven-foot-tall beauty with hair like spun gold and a figure to die for. She oozed sex appeal and authority, looked like the kind of women who could step on a person and get thanked for it. The differences between the two of you were vast and if that was what Lucifer was into it was no wonder he hadn’t reciprocated your advances. And let’s face it, if it was a choice between you and Lilith you knew who you would be picking, and it wasn’t yourself.

You had voiced this rather self-deprecating theory once, after a couple of drinks with Angel and Cherri, the two of them insisting when they found you moping after Lucifer had run off yet again. You hadn’t even done anything that time, only having asked if he wanted to join you in bed because you were tired and the beds in the hotel were really comfy, the only thing making the idea of sleep any more appealing being cuddling Lucifer whilst you did it. That’s all you had wanted but as soon as you had said about him joining you upstairs it was like he had stopped listening and when you had given him a little nudge to see if he was ok he had startled, practically yelling at you that he had to go before disappearing in a swirl of smoke. You had been feeling dejected enough that you had accepted the offer, surprising them both before they seemed to recover from the shock and lead you over to the bar, already calling out to Husk about the drinks they wanted. You didn’t know what they had asked for, just accepted the drink Angel had thrust at you and downed it all in one, coughing and spluttering as the overly sweet drink managed to burn on the way down.

Husk had stayed to keep an eye on you, insisting that he wasn’t going to “let you two freaks get her all fucked up and shit. If something happens to her then we’ll all have hell to pay for it.” You had known he was talking about Lucifer, probably remembering how Lucifer had threatened to cut the former overlords hands off for touching you in what he thought was the wrong way. It had taken quite a lot of reassurance from you as well as a dozen or so kisses to get Lucifer to calm down. Husk hadn’t been able to come within ten feet of you for a week without Lucifer practically growling at him, teeth razor sharp and eyes glowing red if Husky even looked your way. You didn’t plan on getting drunk though, just wanting to take the edge off a little so you had brushed off Husk’s warning, assuring him that Lucifer was far to busy hiding from you to care that you were having a drink with friends.

You had probably had one too many though and that night, with your tongue loosened from alcohol you had told the three of them of your suspicions. You had felt silly, practically whining that you and Lucifer hadn’t had sex yet, but it had also felt good to actually talk to someone about it. Even if they weren’t the best people to offer advice on matters of the heart. As predicted their advice had been questionable, Cherri insisting you just needed to be more aggressive and assertive whilst Angel had offered to give you lessons on how to seduce someone as well as give you a make over to help entice Lucifer. It had been a little overwhelming listening to the two of them talk, especially when they had started getting into kinks and toys and positions that sound more painful than sexy. Thankfully Husk had taken mercy on you, tell the other two to “quit it or I’m cutting you off.” That had gotten him a couple of boos and Angel draping himself dramatically across the bar and pouting heavily at the other demon. Husk had just rolled his eyes turning his attention to you because apparently “the short stack clearly likes you, no need to go tryin’ to be someone else when you’re fine as you are kid.”

You had thought that would be the end of it, planning on finishing your drink then crawling into bed to sleep off the worst of the headache you could already feel forming. Apparently, that wasn’t the case though because not five seconds after Husk’s somewhat comforting words Angel and Cherri were already back to discussing why Lucifer was being so cagey about the whole intimacy thing. Cherri suggested that he might have performance issues, even recommending some drug that would keeping him rearing to go for days whilst Angel went with a “kink thing. I’m telling ya toots he’s probably into some really weird shit and doesn’t want to freak you out by having to admit that he can only get it up if you’re wearing a clown mask.” That had you choking on your drink, spluttering and coughing as you looked at Angel Dust in horror, the spider going into way too much detail about how that was an actual thing that was more common than you would think whilst also using the obvious underlying circus theme of Hell as evidenced.

Husk had been the one to bring some normality back to the conversation, rubbing down glasses and giving you a stern look as he had informed you that Lucifers reluctance to move forward in your relationship was because “you’re innocent kid, (hey! I killed someone), and you're asking him to corrupt that. He’s not just anyone either. You’re asking the man responsible for the corruption of the entire human race to take that innocence from you. All I’m saying is that could do things to a guy, especially one who carries a lot of shame and guilt over his past actions. Maybe think about that before you take these idiots advice and make a fool of yourself.” Angel and Cherri had been quick to argue back, taking offence to being called idiots and going into a rather detailed explanation as to why they’re advice on sex and seduction was going to work. You had stayed quiet though, Husk’s words leaving you feeling like the rug had been pulled out from under you.

You didn’t particularly care for your virginity, it wasn’t like you had been saving it for marriage or anything like that. It’s just no one had ever really appealed to you before, and you weren’t about to just sleep with anyone for the sole purpose of getting rid of it. Your lack of experience hadn’t even crossed your mind because it really wasn’t that big of a deal. Not to you anyway but maybe it was for Lucifer. You wouldn’t call yourself innocent, not by normal standards at least but down here? You were practically the embodiment of virtue compared to most of the inhabitants of Pentagram City. Something made more obvious by the fact your demonic form was just you but with stupid lamb ears. Could it be possible that Lucifer was put off by that?

You and Lucifer had spoken about his past and the circumstances of his fall from grace on multiple occasions. It was clear just from listening to him that it was a painful part of his life, full of regret, disappointment and anger but the two of you had never really gotten into the specifics of what happened with Eve apart from the whole apple thing. You didn’t know how he truly felt about corrupting her soul and how his actions had gotten her kicked out of Eden. Was it possible that your perceived innocence was hitting a little too close to an old wound that had yet to heal?

You were already damned to Hell though, the corruption of your soul your own doing. Nothing would change if you and Lucifer slept together, you would still be Hell bound come morning. Yes, you lived at the hotel, but you weren’t there looking for redemption because that would mean you regretted or felt bad about your actions and that was far from the truth. You had no intentions of ever setting foot outside of Hell ever again, content with your afterlife as well as being deliriously happy with Lucifer. Why couldn’t he see that? How could he not possibly know that in this literal hell hole he was your shining light of hope, truly a bringer of light amongst the dark despair that had clung to you like a cloak when you had first arrived at the hotel.

You had mumbled your goodbye, cutting the others off and not even acknowledging their confused calls of your name as you had made your way back to your room, still deep in thought. That night your dreams had been full of beautiful lush gardens and apples as red as freshly spilt blood that glittered like rubies in the light, of snakes as white as snow with fangs that dripped with poison and a women’s pained smile as a man made of light turned his back on her. You had awoken, still feeling confused but with the heavy weight of loss growing within your chest. You had promised yourself then to be patient, to wait until Lucifer came to you before initiating anything that might make him uncomfortable or cause him distress. Well at least that had been the plan, but you were only human, weak to your own desires and Lucifer was the living embodiment of temptation. At least to you anyway.

Groaning you came to a stop, the sharp sting of pain dancing up your spine from your ass a reminder of just how badly you had messed up. You didn’t particularly want to go back to the hotel, too embarrassed by your behaviour to face the others. Especially Husk and his I told you so’s. What you needed was someone to talk to, someone who wasn’t a sex obsessed drug addict, a bomb loving maniac or a gruff bartender who wasn’t all that into ‘the romance crap’ as he so eloquently put it. Out of everyone you knew Charlie was the most obvious choice considering she was the only other person in a healthy monogamous relationship but that just wasn’t an option. You did not talk to your friends about how you were struggling with your relationship with their dad. That was just weird and gross for everyone involved. The next choice would be Vaggie, but she wasn’t one to share feelings and would most likely be uncomfortable with hearing about yours and Lucifers relationship. Alastor was just out of the question, not because he was ace but because you were literally terrified of what the psychotic demon would suggest. Plus, you didn’t think Lucifer would like you discussing anything along those lines with the other man and you really didn’t want to deal with the fallout when Alastor would undoubtedly say something to him about it.

Realistically you knew you need to talk to Lucifer but that was easier said then done. You had tried before but Lucifer always got a little flustered and was gone before you could even get the first couple of words out. After your disaster of an attempt today you had tried again, not deterred when you had found his bedroom door locked. You had spoken through the door, apologising for upsetting him and swearing that you were going to stop because clearly he wasn’t comfortable with your advances. You had told him you cared deeply for him and that having him in your life was one of the best things to ever happen to you. You had also asked him to call you latter to talk but he hadn’t answered. There was always the possibility he wasn’t even in there, but his door had never been locked before, not even the first time you had come over, so it seemed more than likely he was and just didn’t want to talk to you. You weren’t going to force him if he wasn’t ready for that kind of conversation though it would need to be had at some point. You had time down here though, a lot of it if you managed to avoid the exterminations. There was no rush, and you would wait an eternity if it was for him.

What you needed was a romantic gesture, something that would show Lucifer that you were in it for the long haul. Something that was personal, maybe even a little silly. You need him to know how deeply you cared for him and what better way than to show that then by taking actual care of him. He worked hard after all, and you can’t imagine it wasn’t exactly stress free trying to run the entirety of Hell. He deserved some R&R, and you had the perfect idea to give him that. Feeling more confident than you had just moments ago you set off back to the hotel, a wide smile of your face and a slight spring in your step. You were going to show Lucifer just how much you cared and hopefully in the process prove that Hell really was forever. At least for you.

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The Forgotten-6

Pairing: Lucifer x Butterfly!fem!reader

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel x reader

Warnings: takes place before Hazbin Hotel, Alternative Universe

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Lucifer's life was miserable after falling from grace,the worse part is the woman he loved , Lilith abandoned him,she broke it off with him after two thousand years together.

Now he usually just goes with the other deadly sins,mostly going to the Lust ring.He Indulge in temptations of lust after Lilith left him.

He just indulge in alcohol,may have a few hook ups with different succubuses here and there but no one caught his eye to replace the gaping hole Lilith left in his heart.

he thought he wouldn't find anyone to fill the void until...

Lucifer felt tingling sensations, he knew what it meant. He doesn't want to ,but he is force to go because of his Punishment. He can only see the bad side of humanity,he only wanted was best...

He was engulfed in red smoke,he being summoned to the human realm.

He appeared in a dark room,he was standing inside of a pentagram. He was so tired of this,but there was nothing he could do.

He saw a poor baby lamb infront of him,the poor creature has died due a slash to it's throat.

There were a lot of people in cloaks...

"Oh The Great King of Hell, Lucifer Morningstar-"a man started by Lucifer cut him out.

"let's cut to the chase, I'm a very busy demon..."to be honest Lucifer knows that this were the same people who always summoned him before...

No wait maybe same bloodline it's been a long time...

"yes my lord!we offer you a bride!a virgin!-"

"I'm not interested...and thsi completely waste my time,a bride?why would you think i needed- you know what I'll just go" he transported out of there a fast as he could.He fell down on his knees near an apple tree.

Seriously!

They killed a poor lamb for what to be fucked by the Devil!, that's an stupid to do.it wasn't even any other lamb , it's a newborn.

This what i get for what i done!

He didn't even he was crying until he felt something wet fell onto his lap. He didn't want any of these,he didn't want to be miserable.

"Please i beg ,i want to be happy..."

He just hugged his knees and sob quietly.He knew someone like him doesn't deserve happiness.

He felt something soft brush his leg,he looked up and saw a...

Cat?

It meowed and went closer to him, usually animals are scared of him, they would snarl and bark.

But this cat seems to persistent to be with him...

He was hesitant in touching the cat,he was trying to reach but he stopped midway.the however leaned forward and his hand touched it's head.

He smiled at this,it was like there was something magical about this cat.

"hello?" He heard a wonderful voice called, it sounded music to his ears (a/n: ears what ears 😭😭)

He then saw a beautiful woman,she has beautiful red long hair, turquoise eyes, red round marks on her cheeks...

It's like mine...

And she was really tall...

"hi?"

from the simple greeting bloomed a friendship, Lucifer saw you as a burst of sunshine in dark times.

He did question of how didn't react to his name, usually they would cower in fear.

But you ,you stayed with him without any fear. The things he like about was you tried to always make me happy or laugh.

But his worst fear came when you looked at him with disgust.

When you saw him in his demon form...

Your the only person that he doesn't want to push away,from all of his mistakes it looks like you were a gift.

He didn't even realize it himself of how important you are to him...

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x you #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel keekee #x reader #star vs the forces of evil

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stanchett · 2 years

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hello, I loved your Gwen fic! Idk if you do Lucifer requests, but I would love to request a Lucifer x Human reader where they meet on earth and the reader doesn't know Lucifer is actually the devil. She only finds out when she is already so enamoured that she doesn't care anymore. Thank you if you decide to write this! :))

Thanks so much for the request!! I hope you enjoy! :)

(This is un-beta'd, apologies for any mistakes I might've missed)

In Mourning

Lucifer Morningstar x fem!human!reader

Warnings: grief, hurt & comfort

2k+ words

Your feet dragged through the cemetery, your heart still heavy with loss. A week without your best friend felt like an eternity, and you did everything you could to distract yourself from the pit in your stomach but found yourself visiting her grave daily. Fresh flowers in hand, you approached the marble slab and dropped to your knees, the overwhelming rush of heartbreak washing over you. Despite knowing she couldn’t hear you, you told her everything that had been on your mind that day through the tears that threatened to fall down your cheeks. You traced your fingers over her name, elegantly embossed in the stone, and you almost wished to join her. The passing thought scared you, and you hung your head and allowed yourself to sob. Through your tears, you failed to realize that a stranger had been silently watching you from a distance.

Wiping away the remnants of your tears at last, you begrudgingly stood to leave, placing the flowers in the cup of water in the ground. Your eye caught on someone sitting on a bench before a statue of the Virgin Mary, smiling up at her in a way that made you feel uneasy. You thought it odd, looking away to scoop up your remaining belongings before looking back up. They were standing now, and moving in your direction. You sighed to yourself, mentally unprepared to speak to anyone after your last half hour of crying. You were sure you looked terrible. As they got closer, you noticed they were beautiful; adorned in a white suit with white heels to match, light blonde hair in perfect relaxed curls, and they were tall. Very tall. Over 6 feet at least. They had a certain aura about them, and you felt strangely comforted in their presence as they approached.

“What weighs on your heart, young one?” Their voice was even, with undertones of genuine concern. ‘Young one’? You couldn’t have been much younger than they were, although their manner of speaking made them sound timeless. You looked away with a forced smile to shield your grief. They came to a halt a few paces away, carefully processing your reaction. Anyone close to you would’ve known better than to ask what was wrong. You looked up again, willing away any stray tears at their question, and found it difficult to look them in the eye. They intimidated you.

“Oh I.. lost a friend recently. I was just visiting with her. Or trying to…” Your shoulders dropped in defeat. You knew it sounded ridiculous, visiting someone who was no longer living as if they still were. But the stranger only smiled in understanding, and you felt a small sense of relief come over you.

“Walk with me,” was all they said, turning away from you. Slightly confused but enjoying their company, you obliged. The two of you strode together in silence for a short while, enjoying the chirping birds and gentle breeze blowing around you. It was a beautiful afternoon, and you found the cemetery to be quite peaceful despite your sadness.

“Grief is an interesting creature, is it not?” Your head jerked in surprise at their sudden words, disrupting the stillness between you. You nodded in response, your eyes grazing over the names and dates of the headstones as you passed.

“Oh… Yeah, I guess it is,” you answered a little awkwardly, not sure what else to say. Your mind was still somewhat clouded from crying. “Have you lost anyone close to you?” You almost feel silly asking, but you needed something to distract you from thinking about your friend. You missed her dearly and knew she should be the one taking a walk with you.

A smirk plays on the stranger’s face, their hands clasping behind their back. “Yes, I suppose I have. Almost everyone, in fact.” Your heart sank for them, and you cursed yourself for asking such an imposing question. You couldn’t help but wonder what that felt like. You let the silence take hold again between you for a moment, but your curiosity quickly got the better of you.

“Does it ever get easier like they say it does?” You felt your eyes prick with fresh tears again, but you quickly blinked them away.

“With time. I suppose it does become easier to cope with, yes,” they said definitively, glancing down at you to catch your ponderous gaze. There was something in those eyes you couldn’t quite place, but you were intrigued nonetheless. You came to a stop in front of a small pond, surrounded by beautiful flowers and a few looming statues. Leaning toward the water’s edge, you caught a glimpse of your reflection and immediately regretted it. Your eyes were still slightly swollen and your cheeks tinged pink, though the latter could be due to your encounter with this beautiful stranger. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw them reach down to pick something up. Lowering yourself onto a nearby bench, they took a step to stand beside you, and held out a pristine white rose for you to take. You looked into their eyes with a kind smile and took it blindly from their grasp, your fingers brushing in the process. You dropped your gaze to take in its beauty before bringing the seemingly-perfect flower to your nose, its sweet scent wafting into your senses. Before you could offer your thanks, their voice was in your ear.

“Those we love are closer than we think.” You turned around to ask what they meant by that, only to find yourself completely alone, your sole company being the rose in your fingertips, its petals now black as night.

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Four more visits you’d had to the cemetery with no sign of your mysterious stranger. You of course told your best friend all about them, your words falling on deaf ears. You knew she would’ve been just as invested as you were in learning more about them, and the thought brought you some much needed comfort. You wondered if you kept visiting for her, or for the chance to run into them again. It was on the fifth day that you finally saw them again, walking alone among the graves, still dressed in white from head to toe. It was a stark contrast against the green of the freshly-mown grass and darkened evening sky. As you approached your usual spot beside the rectangle of stone in the ground, their head turned to you, having already paused themselves before the grave you were headed toward. They raised their palm gracefully in greeting, and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face.

“I wondered when I might see you again,” you teased, their eyes sweeping over you. You noticed a hint of nervousness taking hold at the way they looked you over, your stomach filling with butterflies. “Would you like to sit with me?” you asked, half expecting them to turn you down. You wouldn’t be surprised if they did, you normally spent this time crying your eyes out to your best friend anyway. You were pleased, however, when they lowered themselves to the ground, sitting with their legs extended beside you, one crossed over the other. It was such a simple act, yet they made it seem so regal.

“I suppose I can stay for a bit,” they replied, leaning back on their hands to watch you sit. You eased down beside them facing the grave, a solemn reminder of the reason you started coming here in the first place. Keeping your tears at bay, you looked in their direction, suddenly hesitant to meet their eyes. A question arose in you and you asked it before you could stop yourself.

“Where did you go? You disappeared on me the other day.” Their brow furrowed in thought, and you regretted being so forward immediately. You hardly knew this person, you remembered. What right did you have to know what they were up to? They answered nonetheless, apparently able to look past the prying nature of your question.

“I had some business to attend to. A few other souls were in need of guidance.” Their reply only puzzled you further, making them sound like a therapist or some kind of cult leader. They were certainly dressed like one.

“What kind of business? Can I ask what it is you do?” Their eyes took on a darker glint. Suddenly you weren’t sure that you really wanted an answer to that question.

“I am in the business of life and death... And judgment,” was their response. You leaned away to gauge their expression, now an amused one. Your eyebrows raised at their words, a million more questions flooding your thoughts. You don’t ask them, just allowed their statement to hang in the air. They had their hooks in you and you desperately wanted to know everything about them. After all, you didn’t even know their name.

After a beat, they stared off into the distance, watching the sun go down. As if able to read your mind, they volunteered, “Lucifer Morningstar. That is who I am.”

You held back a laugh, immediately discrediting their confession. “Like… the fallen angel?” Their head whipped around, anger igniting in their features. Your face fell at their seriousness. You still didn’t believe them, but something in the air around you both changed, as though suddenly charged with electricity. All of your nerves were on edge, but you had a hard time feeling anything other than adoration for this stranger who had brought you so much comfort in just the couple of times you’d met.

“As in, the Ruler of Hell.” They swiftly rose to their feet, and you clambered up to join them. With their hands interlocked at their front, you heard a noise behind them. At that moment, the sun dropped below the horizon, blanketing the sky in deep oranges and purples. They turned as if to leave and you reached for their arm, and that’s when you saw them; a set of massive black wings with horned tips, longer than you were tall. A sharp gasp left your throat, taken aback by them. You momentarily wondered how they kept them hidden during your last meeting. You would’ve noticed that detail before as it would’ve been hard to miss.

“Wait! Don’t go..” The pleading nature of your words embarrassed you, but you were enamored with this being, this Lucifer Morningstar. They looked at you over their shoulder with a sly smile, satisfied that you were finally convinced of their identity. You reached out to them again, your fingers ghosting over the leathery flesh of their wings, not daring to touch them. They fluttered when your fingers got too close, recoiling from your fingertips.

“They’re so beautiful,” you whispered without thinking, lowering your hand as they turned to face you again. You felt inferior to them, and almost considered kneeling before them when they took a step toward you. Wordlessly, they reached forward and cupped your cheeks in their hands, urging you to look up at them. Their eyes glistened in the fading daylight, a thoughtful smile on their lips.

“I have been watching you for some time, and I could no longer find the will to stay away,” you felt dizzy at their admission, a strange mix of emotion overcoming you. How long had they been observing you from afar? At that moment, you didn’t care. You felt your heart clench and your stomach fill with nervousness again as they lowered themselves to be eye-level with you.

“So don’t,” Your eyes flicked to their lips, this perfect being laying themselves bare to you filling you with a feeling you couldn’t begin to explain. Leaning in, they captured your lips in a soft kiss, more gentle than the breeze on the day you met. When you parted, you saw something in their eyes akin to sorrow; they couldn’t stay in this realm and they knew it. “Take me with you."

They smiled at your request, placing another kiss on your forehead. “Are you prepared to enter the gates of Hell?” The question caught you off guard, almost certain they wouldn’t consider for a moment letting you join them in their dominion. You only nodded in reply, thoroughly prepared to part from this realm if it meant being by their side. Taking your hand, they lead you from your place in the cemetery, and you hoped you would be seeing your best friend much sooner than you’d hoped.

#i hope this is like decent lol #feedback is much appreciated !!!#Lucifer Morningstar x fem!human!reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar #lucifer morningstar sandman #gwendoline christie #my fics

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crow-raven-crow · 1 year

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hey first of all i LOVE you’re work

i wanted to ask which fics you’re currently working on ?

𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨, 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐲 - tldr at the bottom of the post xx

first of all - thank you🥰 I honestly never knew I would get this far, but posting my work here was the greatest decision I could've made. It feels amazing to post my work and have people enjoy it just like me :)

second - I have six requests in the works right now. I work in order of request and (because I'm traveling a lot these next few months) I'm mostly going to be doing requests and any other one shots that I come up with/want to indulge myself in. I really want to do fics with Brienne (i love her so much) and even some of the lovely Morningstar, so I'll either follow the requests or post something of my own.

This is also going to allow me to build up my next series because it's actually a really cool idea (to me) but I have absolutely no idea how many chapters its going to be.

★ In terms of requests, I have (in order from top to bottom):

Enemies to lovers - hate sex, Larissa x Reader

Lyric Fic to Eat Your Young by Hozier - going the sexual route with this one instead of the real meaning (about capitalism lol), Larissa x Reader

Sex Tape - g!p Larissa x Reader, plot twist, good ending

Lyric Fic to Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Ray - romantic, full of fluff, Larissa x Reader

Hecate Hardbroom x Reader - I'm currently looking into this character, but she seems really cool. Anon, if you have any specific requests for this, shoot me another message in my inbox please. I wanna know if you want fluff or smut or if you want anything specific to play out <3

Virgin Reader x Larissa Weems - first time, everyone expected otherwise from reader, soft

What's above is what's in the request. When I get there, titles will be posted to my masterlist of what is in the works in sections, but the titles are subject to change. The top request is the one I'm currently working on, so the title is actually already on my masterlist.

★ In terms of series (in the works, not coming out for A WHILE):

Larissa Weems x Professor Reader (title on my masterlist)

Brienne of Tarth x Reader

these are both on the longer side, are still in the works, and are listed VERY vaguely because the ideas I have behind them are ones I haven't seen before (I am and will continue to gatekeep, sorry xoxo)

★ When it comes to my own ideas:

I have around 6-7 one shots, two of which have the potential to become series. HOWEVER, I do prioritize my requests, so I won't mention my ideas for them because I do not know when they will come out. Most are Larissa x Reader, there's one that's Lucifer x Reader, and there's another where I don't know if i should do Brienne, Larissa, or Lucifer (it will probably be Brienne, though).

★ Other Notes:

sections of other characters will be created on my masterlist when a fic with them in it gets posted, but I seem to be a main Larissa Weems blog. If they're one-offs, they'll be posted in an "others" sections.

please remember I'm in college and also work, so things might take longer than some of you may like (I'm getting there, I swear)

look at my masterlist before turning in requests - there are some things I won't write, so if it's requested then I'll skip over that part of the request or the whole request entirely

TLDR: 6 requests, 2 series, 6-7 of my own ideas in the words. I prioritize requests sent to my inbox, and I work in order. Titles of things will be posted on my masterlist in sections and are subject to change. Series are on pause for me due to travel, so don't expect them for quite some time.

Thank you for the ask, lovely anon. This is the first one I've gotten that was just a question, and it was a nice excuse to update everyone else as well. Any questions like these will be under the same tag on my profile (second tag down below).

~ 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐯𝐲𝐧

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simp4aegon · 2 years

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GOLDEN HOUR

Aemond Targaryen x Morningstar!Oc /reader

Chapter Three : The Angel, The Prince, Their heated desire.

Warnings: Violence, Blood, NSFW, Romantic shit.

You can imagine yourself as Lilith well she is you and your time travel has gone right, or better for your happiness that you can’t find in the modern world where you lived. This is a crossover between Lucifer and HOTD.

It was six in the morning when a knock woke Aemond up, the princess closed her eyes to pretend that she was indeed asleep to avoid suspicion, He quietly talked to the Maiden that had knocked.

"My grace, I prepared what you asked me to, I-I prepared Princess Lillianne her riding clothes, I also prepared your bath my grace." The shy maiden then left before Aemond say the word 'Thank you' to her.

"My love?" Lilith felt his fingers brush through her hair strands, she smiled and pretend that slowly she was waking up. "Good morning M' sweet." He gently pulled her up into a sitting position where he can lean the princess' head into his chest.

"Slept well, my princess?" Lilith gave his jaw a gentle kiss. "I did, Thanks to you, my darling." He leaned to his side and quickly fixed his eye patch.

"Don't." Aemond stopped her hands, He stopped as she took his hands into hers. "Don't hide, I wish to see what's underneath." Lilith straddled onto his lap to remove the eye patch when he held her wrist firmly but gently.

"Don't look at it." He slowly looked down from her beautiful face. "You'll stop loving me then if you see it." The hell princess bit her lip and slowly remove the patch to reveal a sapphire inside his right eye. "It's beautiful." I smiled.

"You don't need to lie to save my feelings, my love." She then playfully smacked his arm then wrapped her arms around his neck to give him a deep kiss.

"I can't, I can't wait to ask for Queen Ravenna, Then I'll fill you up with my seed, going to make you round and beautiful." Then she felt something hard poking me underneath.

It was hard.

"You can do that now don't you think?" She started taking off her silky night dress then he stopped her from proceeding.

She forgot that she was an angel, that this is a sin.

"Did you let any man touch you before my love? How come I do not know your age?" She laughed when he wrapped fur around her to cover up her porcelain-like naked body.

"I'm eighteen silly, Well, I'm... A virgin, I guess can prove you right in our bedding night." She smiled shyly then hid her face in his chest.

'If you only knew I'm about to turn into Ten billion years old by next month, I've been an 18-year-old for almost Nine billion years.' she thought to herself.

"Nothing to hide my Princess, But I want you to know that I want you to save your purity for our bedding ceremony understood? I'm surprised that with your enchanting beauty... I'm the first, I'll be the first one to bed you." He instead gave her a gentle peck on her lips.

"Prove me that you're worth the wait."

The moment the couple went face to face with Aemond's dragon, The dragon seem calm seeing her master's lover, it might've sensed that the Seraphim in front of her won't hurt her rider.

"Vhaegar, this is Lillianne she is the mother of my future child, my future wife... Easy Lilianne"

The blonde instructed his lover to reach for Vhaegar who was calm and shown to love Lilith's presence.

Aemond carefully held the princess while climbing onto Vhaegar's back with him behind her. "My darling, I want you to hold on to the ropes, okay? I don't want you to fall." Aemond kissed her nose, and she then smiled at his kisses.

Vhaegar then walked as she moves her wings to fly, like what Aemond ordered her to, For the princess to see Westeros and you explore parts of it.

"This is fun!" The princess laughed. Aemond smirked while watching her, her ass brushing on his crotch made him hard, he knew that this isn't his darling's fault.

He tried to calm down.

"See? I told you it's fun." Aemond laughed at his lover. "Do you want to visit my kingdom? So, you can ask for my hand." The princess asked.

"I would love to princess. Naejot se dārion hen rising qēlos, vhaegar." With his commands, Vhaegar turned to fly to where his rider asked him to.

Vhaegar brought them to an island-like paradise that is full of life where he can see a Castle made out of silver and gold from afar, watching as kids ran playing and warriors training.

"Princess! We're happy you're back and safe. Princes Aemond of seven kingdoms, what brings you here?" Greeted by Sir Calypso and Valkyrie Theresa to Princess Lilith he then bowed.

Aemond was delighted to see that the place looked like paradise, an army of women in armor riding a flying horse, an army of women training to fight.

"Where's my mom?" Lilith asked the knight Calypso that led them to the Shadow Crest castle to the throne room, Calypso saw how Aemond held her by the waist so delicately.

By the time they arrived, Aemond saw Queen Ravenna, she first looked so intimidating when he caught her looking at him with such menace.

"My daughter! You're here! Viserys took good care of you! I received letters." Queen Ravenna in gold reached out to embrace her daughter and then turned to Aemond.

"Boy! Thank you for bringing her back to her home." Queen Ravenna then ordered food to be served for the couple when Aemond took his sword out of his holder.

"Don't even try!" Theresa yelled.

Knights and Valkyries raised their swords as well, ready to attack the prince when they saw that Aemond balanced his sword in his hands and then lowered it to the queen's feet.

Queen Ravenna signaled them to lower their weapons

"I am asking for the princess's hand and your grace, I swore to my oath to love her with my heart, and If I failed to do so, I am giving you the right to behead me and use my head as a trophy." Queen Ravenna then looks at her daughter in surprise.

"Are the two of you asking for my blessing, because you got my daughter-"

"Not like that mom." Lilith smiled shyly while dragging Aemond up to hide her blushing face.

"Well, there will be a competition, a Tournament to win my only daughter until then, you'll have my blessing, I expect an heir, both of you should stay the night, I'll have the both of you marry before the month ends, after the tournament." Ravenna then went back to her daughter's side and urges both to rest, and to eat.

"So, you have a dragon Aemond?" Queen Ravenna asked at the dining table as the maids place the foods, Scallops, and other foods.

"I do my grace, our kingdom has many of those, once my darling and I produce an Heir, our child will gain one, and they will form a bond." Lilith smiled to herself while listening to those two people.

What made her smile was her ability to create her desires, A mother with blonde hair, blue eyes, and nourishing arms, was new to her however she has to act to avoid any inconveniences.

Her own Westview.

"What would get in exchange for the betrothal? What would Rising Star get as a benefit?" Queen Ravenna asked while biting the meat from her scallops and then drinking her special wine.

"Dragon and Army, also my dying fidelity my grace." Aemond raised his cups to the agreement.

"Very well my boy." Ravenna smiled at her daughter whom her hand maidens pulled her to dance, Aemond herd giggles from them.

Minerva the brunette and Alwyna the young redhead, "The princess is getting married!" They danced as the one-eyed prince watched.

Aemond and Lilith explored the forest of Rising Star as the both of them walked hand in hand while Lilith walked on a winged horse.

"Flora!" She then happily hugged her big white horse while grabbing Aemond's hand to gently stroke its mane, "A Pegasus? I thought they are just some silly stories that were told when I was a child, my Love." Aemond asked in surprise while touching the Pegasus.

"A Pegasus that breathes Ice." It surprised the young man knowing that in contrast, His lover's horse breathes Ice while his dragon breathes fire.

"I can give you one." The princess smiles.

"Why is your army only consisting of women? Women aren't for war but for the household, to serve to birth."

Aemond asked in curiosity while helping his betrothed up to ride her horse. "Don't be a sexist my love, Those Valkyries are trained, and So does our Amazonian." Aemond gave his lover a look as they walked.

"Aemond, what is it?" Lilith asked. "Nothing, your beautiful never failed to amaze me, you are blessed by the gods to not just please me, but to bring warmth and happiness, and I intend to give the same to you." The princess blushed.

"You're so sweet." She murmurs then she ordered Aemond to ride behind her. "Go flora do your thing." Flora then ran and opened her wings which brings them to the cliffs of Rising Star.

"The view fascinates me." Aemond whispers under his breath, this place surrounded by an Island, full of life-like paradise amazed him it looks happy and peaceful, A place he wants to raise Ikaris and Azrael.

"We'll rule this, I'll make you a king." Aemond turned to look at his princess and then placed a loving kiss on her forehead. "And I'll make you a queen."

"I love you." They both said at the same time which made him smile.

"Umm Aemond?" Lilith called his name while the both of them watched the waters from the top of the cliff.

"Never mind." Lilith watched as he watches the glowing waterfalls that is said to heal anyone who bathes in it.

"My love?" Aemond sensed those worries as he removed his cloak to cover his princess who watches from the castle's balcony, even when they are watching the water from the fall, she felt nervous.

"There are times, and nights that you'll have to cover your eyes for me when we- we." She said silently under her breath.

"Make love? Why? Is there something I need to know? What are you hiding from me?" Aemond wrapped his arms behind her as he rests his chin on her head.

Lilith vowed that he'll never know her secret as an Angel.

"Can't tell you yet." Lilith turned around to place a kiss on Aemond's lips, Tongues fighting with each other.

There are nights that she had to go somewhere, flying with those six wings, white and gold feathers that she wouldn't dare, she won't risk her husband to be to see.

Aemond then stopped, "I- we have to wait, my love, Till then I'm yours and yours only." Lilith smiled as they savor the moment, for once in her life, someone loved her so much.

"What are you hiding from me that you don't want me to see? A scar on your body perhaps? You don't need to hide my love." Aemond held her small hands with his bigger ones.

"No, not a scar." Lilith smiles shyly.

"There's nothing to hide, you call me handsome for my scar, but I can't see yours?" Aemond leaned in for another kiss on Lilith lips, hands traveling at the back of her head as he carefully laid her on the bed, not breaking the kiss.

Aemond slowly takes off the princess' nightgown, giving in to his temptation, The princess does the same with his shirt, His calloused hand ran to her waist as his lips travel to her neck.

"Oh god, you're stunning," Aemond whispered, his right hand traveling to her hips and then leg, admiring how smooth it is. Slowly taking off his betrothed undergarments, he stopped for a second to stand up.

Slowly taking off his night dress, admiring her sculpture-like beautiful body, and throwing the clothes somewhere across the room, Aemond then came back to lay on top of her as she took his eye patch, Kissing his scars.

Making him feel that he's enough.

That he is loved by her.

"My...My look at you is so willing to let me strip off your honor my love." Aemond teases the princess by whispering dirty words, and Lilith wished that her grandfather does not watch them consummate.

Lilith's excited about losing her purity to a man she loves.

Aemond kissed her again, this time on her forehead, "You better win the tournament, my love, then you can have me." Lilith moaned under his touch when he flipped her to her stomach.

"I already have you, If I'm not mistaken." Aemond groans with him raising her hips a bit, giving her ass a light slap, not wanting to cause too much pain, as an experienced person, he knows the pain he's about to give.

Last thing he experienced six years ago.

Aemond aligned himself to her entrance after brushing the wetness from her slit, Lilith closed her eyes trying to cover her mouth, for this is the first time in the billion years of her existing, blending in with humans.

"I don't think it's going to fit in..." Lilith mumbles, Shaking, but she breathes deeper in shock when Aemond...

Without any warning, Aemond slammed himself inside her, with such a hard and harsh thrust, holding on to her arms behind her back, The sound of skin slapping was heard in the room.

"Tight... so-" Aemond's look shifted to his cock where he saw the blood, it was dripping with so much blood, he realized how harsh and uncomfortable his princess was.

"I saw how you looked at Jace and Aegon, are you a whore? are you a fucking whore my love?" Aemond thrust his hips in a harsh way, Earning a grunt from the princess. "You want to be fucked by Jace? ilībōños!" his hold on her hips so tight it will surely leave a bruise by tomorrow.

"You think I didn't see it hmm? are you fucking whore? I thought you agreed about wanting my child inside you. but your looks make me want to wonder that maybe you want my nephew and brother to fuck you, taking turns with your tight delicious cunt, That Idea excites you hmm?" Aemond pulled her hair back and then grabbed her neck, choking her, little did he know that he was strangling a high-ranking angel.

"No." The princess squirms underneath.

"Tell me whom you belong to, say it, tell me whom this tight cunt belongs to! tell me whom you want to fuck a babe inside you!" Aemond changed his phase this time, way more harsh and faster.

"You." The princess whispers.

"To whom? say it louder, I can't hear you!" Aemond demanded an answer.

"To you Aemond! I belong to you!" Aemond smirks, a smile creeping to his lips, the idea of fucking a submissive girl into submission satisfies him, with that, he spills his seeds inside her, A seed that will grow into his heir that his love will birth.

But seeing the blood on the sheets made him so guilty of hurting her. Sweating he placed a kiss on her shoulder, "I'm sorry... are you in pain, my love?" Aemond asked as he felt her tighten around him, she moaned in pain "Please stop." Lilith whispered, pleading for him to stop.

"The pain will be gone my love, just take it in, you'll be with a child soon." Aemond kept on thrusting his hips forward, He kept going after his first release.

"Oh, gods...oh gods... you have a really tight cunt, you love it don't you? Being fucked by me." The soon-to-be King of Rising Star fell on top of his betrothed as he felt his second warm release inside of her.

The princess lay on her side facing away from Aemond, Bloodstained bed linen with fur wrapped around her body, Aemond who got fed up with the silence she's been giving him, sat while watching her and decides to wrap his arms around her.

"I'm sorry, I got so... excited." Aemond kisses her shoulders. His hands went down to her slit and gave it a stroke, Still dripping with his cum. "Are you okay? did I hurt you badly?" Aemond pulled the princess in his chest, kissing her forehead.

Slowly the princess gets up and straddles his hips, wrapping a cloth around his eyes as he held her on the waist, Lilith guiding his cock into her entrance as he hears her moan.

"Why cover?" Aemond asks.

"Swore to your oath that you won't take it off" Lilith tried her best not to moan out his name. "I swore on my oath, My Princess." Aemond grunts, biting his lips.

I'm definitely going to hell.

Surprised by the tightness he felt without seeing a thing. Lilith rode him all night as he wishes and filled her up, as she holds on to his shoulder "Yes! more." to Lilith this is her first sin.

The sin of Carnal pleasure.

"Like that, ride me like how you ride horses, my love." Aemond reciprocates and also thrusts his hips upwards which drove him into another release, cum dripping on the princess' legs.

"Fuck you have child-bearing hips." Panting, Aemond worships his lover like a god, praising her with things she has to hear.

Aemond heard and felt a sudden rush of wind and the blinding light, The absence of his sight made him wonder, the sound of wings moving, about to run his hand up on her waist when Lilith thought about showing dominance.

For showing submission for almost a billion years.

Lilith held his hand above his head and before he can even say a thing, The princess pressed her lips, He didn't complain, instead savoring the feeling of pleasure whenever she bounces her hips.

After regaining her self-control to hide those six pairs of wings, The untied the cloth and released his hands from her hold the way he released inside her.

Panting after their deed, "I will be with a child soon, you better win the tournament, there will be a lot of competition." Aemond carefully laid the both of them without pulling out of her, He let her sleep on top of him.

Whispering sweet words into her ears while the princess laid her head on his chest. "Take care of your body, my love, you'll bear me a child, A child we'll both love, unlike my father." Princess Lilith looked up at him.

"I know you'll love our child." Lilith smiles and place a delicate kiss on his lip.

"He never loves Me, Aegon, or Helaena, it was always Rhaenyra." Lilith Felt his sadness so she wrapped her arms around him under the white sheet. "My father never loved me, He loved someone's child." Aemond wiped Lilith's tears as he held her close.

"When I am the king, I'll give you the world you deserve my darling" Aemond kissed her teary eyes.

"Would our marriage make you happy?" She asked while tracing shapes on his chest.

"More than happy my love." Aemond kissed her forehead with his hair sticking due to sweat. "So does our babe." Aemond ran his hands to her hips.

"Goodnight my love." Aemond blew the candle for them to sleep.

for once in her miserable life, she's not just a pop star entertaining people or an angel serving God, She's now a woman.

Aemond Made sure to burn to linen tomorrow, it'll cause a scandal or will ruin his future queen's honor if people knew they consummated before their wedding.

he thinks of a plan.

#aemond targaryen #hotd aemond

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Virginity Can Be A Fickle Thing: Part One

Lucifer Morningstar x Virgin Female Reader

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‘It’s your turn, Y/N.’ Maze said, her words becoming more and more slurred.

We were currently playing never have I ever, and Maze had drunk on every statement so far, including her own. I shook my head fondly at the dark haired demon and took a breath, trying to think of something that hadn’t yet been said.

‘Never have I ever… left Hell to move to L.A.’ I grinned at the amusement on Lucifer’s expression before he took a gulp of his whiskey. Maze had been drinking before I’d spoke, so I’m pretty sure that meant she wasn’t really listening anymore.

‘If that’s how you want to play, love.’ Lucifer’s expression became playful in a way that made me brace myself for his next words, ‘never have I ever… danced on a stripper pole.’

My eyes narrowed at him as I took a gulp of my drink, wincing at the burn as the whiskey travelled down my throat.

‘I did that when I was drunk, because you dared me to.’ I rolled my eyes at the way his eyes darkened, almost lustfully.

‘Yes, one of the best dares I’ve ever been a part of.’ His eyes glazed over and I felt my face colour at the prospect of him imagining it again.

‘Stop that,’ I smacked his arm, almost surprised when I touched skin.

We’d started playing this game when the club had closed half an hour ago, and at some point Lucifer had disposed of his jacket that was now draped across one of the club chairs, and rolled up the sleeves of his purple shirt to his elbows. It was the most casual I’d ever seen Lucifer and I had to stop myself from staring to long, in fear that I’d drool at the sight of his olive complexion, the softness only interrupted by the veins protruding from underneath.

I cleared my throat, choosing to believe that Lucifer’s smirk was because of my blush, not because he’d caught me staring. I swear he’d taken his jacket off for that very reason.

‘That has got to be one of the least erotic moments of my life,’ I told him, a tingling at the back of my brain trying to tell me I’d been too truthful, but I took another sip of whiskey and it was easy to ignore.

‘Really? Tell me more.’ He said, scooting forward out of interest. The action caused his knees to, just barely, touch mine. I had to resist the urge to move further forward, to make the touch more prominent and less teasing.

‘Well, you know that I’m a virgin, right?’ I asked rhetorically, but paused when I saw the confusion and shock on his expression.

‘No, I didn’t know that.’ He replied, observing me in a way that he hadn’t since we’d first met over a year ago—with interest and desire.

I ran my hand through my hair and continued, ‘well, I am and about a year ago… just before I met you, actually… Usually I’m completely fine with the fact that I haven’t had sex, but sometimes voices in my head start creeping in and telling me I’m a freak. So in this particular moment of vulnerability, I decided to just get it over with, find someone willing to just take my virginity so I could stop feeling like such a weirdo.’ I took a sip of my drink, ‘I went to a club and I ended up going home with a reasonably attractive guy. When we got back to his place and he started kissing me, I felt like he was trying to drown me with his saliva. It was disgusting, but I ignored it and convinced myself that it would get better from there. I was wrong. For someone who claimed he would make that the best night of my life, he couldn’t find my clit for the life of him, and the longer he tried the less turned on I was, so eventually I just gave up and left.’

‘That’s a shame, darling.’ Lucifer said, sounding disappointed on by behalf, ‘sex is one of the best acts on this earth, if your partner actually knows what he’s doing.’

‘Well that’s one of the reasons I’m waiting—I want my first time to be with someone who knows what he’s doing, to make up for the fact that I haven’t got a clue.’ I chuckled, crossing my legs and unintentionally knocking against Lucifer’s.

‘I’d say that’s a good thing to wait for. What are the other reason’s you’re waiting?’ He was curious and if I’d been sober, I would have recognised the danger at being so truthful with Lucifer about my virginity.

‘Well, I’m not waiting for true love or anything like that.’ I told him, leaning forward again so he could hear me over the music that was still playing loudly over the sound system, ‘I want my first time to be someone I trust, which might not sound like a big thing, but it is for me. I’m socially awkward on a good day, and the idea of being so intimate with someone is enough to make me start to freak out. So I need it to be with someone who knows me well enough to be patient if I start to get insecure about my body or my lack of experience.’

‘Another good reason, darling. Anything else?’ He asked, leaning forward, bracing his forearms on his legs just like I was so there was now only an inch between our faces. I couldn’t bring myself to look away from the way his eyes had darkened with desire and another emotion I couldn’t identify. But it was softer and it made me curious.

‘He needs to care about me. I’ve heard the first time can be painful, so I want someone who cares about whether I’m enjoying it or not, and would me willing to stop, or slow down and be patient until the pain passes.’ My voice had gotten quieter and quieter near the end of my explanation.

I blamed myself for making the mistake of looking down to Lucifer’s lips, which admittedly made it hard to concentrate. They looked so soft, so supple, which was something I had forced myself not to notice for as long as I’d known him. With a will I didn��t know I still possessed, I leaned back and put some much needed distance between us. I downed the rest of my drink and felt like I could look at him again, but it was a mistake. He was looking at me with so much pure uncontained longing that I felt my own body respond without my consent. My breath quickened, and I suddenly felt very warm.

‘That’s… everything.’ I said, wishing my voice didn’t sound so breathy but my drunken mind assumed that a quieter volume would make it difficult for him to hear the want in my voice. But that was a stupid assumption. He was the devil for Christ’s sake—he’d be able to smell out desire from a mile away.

‘Have you ever considered asking a friend? It would be safe to assume anyone in a close relationship with you would have all the attributes that you desire.’ I watched as he too leaned back as he spoke, resting his right ankle on top of his left knee. He held his drink in his right hand, while his left trailed back and forth on his thigh. When his touch started inching higher I had to force myself to look away.

My cheeks darkened to crimson when I saw his knowing smirk. I cleared my throat and forced myself to remember what he had asked.

‘I’ve only really ever had female friends, so I’ve not been in a position to consider that before.’ I shrugged, reaching for my glass only to realise it was now empty. Before I could get too disgruntled, Lucifer held out his and I took a sip and handed it back to him with a grateful smile.

‘Well, darling, if the desire ever strikes you again I’d be more than happy to help you out.’ Lucifer grinned, his brown orbs shining with desire and another soft emotion that I couldn’t quite pinpoint.

‘I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it before.’ I murmured, not quite aware that I was speaking aloud as I stared at the leather chair next to the devil, steamy dreams and fantasies I’d had of him suddenly flooding my mind.

‘Really?’ he said, his tone making his interest and delight obvious.

I blushed, ‘did not mean to say that out loud.’

‘Don’t be embarrassed, love.’ He smirked, his hand rested upon my thigh sending a wave of pleasure through me like a tidal wave, ‘it’s perfectly common.’

He didn’t remove his hand, and I felt the fire grow with in me like a eager, untameable wildfire originating from a pool in my lower belly.

He did make some good points, I trusted him, he cared for me and he obviously knew his way around a woman’s body. But what about after? I already had feelings for Lucifer, and becoming so intimate with him would make keeping those feelings separated from him more difficult. And that could lead to things getting complicated and me losing him as a friend. I wouldn’t be able to deal with that.

My eyes snapped open—I hadn’t even realised they’d closed—and I stood up abruptly.

I saw Lucifer look over to me in concern and I offered him a reassuring smile, ‘I’m just going to get another drink.’

When I reached the bar, I poured myself an ice water and took a sip before leaning over and turning off the music. The silence settled over the club comfortably and allowed me to hear as my devil friend approached from behind.

‘What’s the matter? Is it what I said?’ He asked, leaning next to me against the bar.

‘I just… you’re important to me, Lucifer.’ I saw his eyes soften at my words, ‘I wouldn’t want us to cross any boundaries to a point that we don’t know how to be around each other anymore.’

‘Darling, that would never happen.’ He assured me, taking my hand in his.

‘How can you be so sure?’ my voice sounded small and I hated it, but I there wasn’t a hint of disapproval in Lucifer’s gaze, only understanding.

‘Because you’re important to me too, and I’d never let that happen.’ His voice sounded sure enough for the both of us, and the sincerity in his expression smothered my doubts like a soothing balm.

‘I believe you.’ I said, my mind made up, ‘If you were serious about your offer, I’d like to take you up on it.’

His expression darkened lustfully, his hand trailing down my bare arm and leaving goose bumps in the wake of his touch. My eyes closed in anticipation after he spoke just one word, but it was full of so much promise that it sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

‘Excellent.’

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#lucifer morningstar x virgin reader #lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer imagine

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Dream Of The Endless/Morpheus Masterlist

Fandom: The Sandman

Headcanons:

Dating Lucifer’s Daughter Headcanons

Dating Sweetheart!Human Headcanons

Dating Impulsive!Partner Headcanons

Married To Morpheus Headcanons

Taking Him To Disneyworld Headcanons

Him Giving Oral To Help His Lover Sleep Headcanons (Smut)

His Family’s Reaction To His Proposal To Morningstar!Reader Headcanons

Listening To « Mr. Sandman » Headcanons

Being With A Virgin Headcanons (Smut)

Finding His Wife Touching Herself Headcanons (Smut)

Morpheus’s Lover Meeting His Siblings Headcanons

Touching Morpheus’s Hair Would Include

Him Being Your First Kiss Headcanons

Dancing With Morpheus Headcanons

Nicknames For His Lover Headcanons

Morpheus’s Kinks Headcanons (Smut)

Morpheus’s Lover Being On Their Period Would Include

Being With A Loud Sex Partner Headcanons (Smut)

Aftercare & Comfort Headcanons

Listening To “All I Ask Of You” Headcanon

His Lover Having Curly/Fluffy Hair Headcanons

His Lover Having Bad Mental Health Headcanons

Him Falling For Hob’s Friend Headcanons

Meeting His Lover’s Parents Headcanons

Having A Plus Size!Partner Headcanons

Finding His Lover Using His Cloak As A Blanket Headcanons

Having A K-pop/Anime Fan Partner Headcanons

A Partner With Bad Parents Headcanons

Orgasm Denial Headcanons

Helping His Lover Through A Panic Attack/Depressive Episode Headcanons

Having A Tall Partner Headcanons

Having A Sweetheart!God Spouse Headcanons

Having A Short Partner Headcanons

Having A Dramatic Partner Headcanons

Having A Lover With Tattoos Headcanons

His Reaction To His Lover Wearing A Choker Headcanons

Sub!Morpheus Orgasm Denial Headcanon

Having An Asexual Partner Headcanons

Make Out Sessions Headcanons

Having An Insecure Partner Headcanons

Celebrating His Lover’s Birthday Headcanons

Having A Clumsy Partner Headcanons

Having An Affectionate Partner Headcanons

His Lover Getting Kidnapped Headcanons

His Partner Being Insecure About Having Stretch Marks Headcanons

Pranking Morpheus Headcanons

Cockwarming Headcanons (Smut)

His Lover Having Lots Of Piercings Headcanons

Having A Lover With Nature Powers Headcanons

Desire Kidnapping Morpheus’s Partner Headcanons

His Partner Wanting To Wait Until Marriage For Sex Headcanons

Morpheus Headcanons: Freckles, Cat Shapeshifter, & Heterochromia

Morpheus’s Lover Getting Cursed Headcanons

Morpheus’s Lover Having A Voice Kink Headcanons

Morpheus Headcanons: Bad Sleeping Habits, Wisdom Teeth, & Car Accident

His Lover Having A Medusa Tattoo Headcanons

Getting His Lover A Pet Headcanons

Learning Their Partner Is Neurodivergent & On The Autism Spectrum

Oneshots & Imagines:

Saw Your Mind

(When Morpheus is imprisoned, the only power he has left is entering the mind of one single human. He tries and fails to avoid them when he is released) (x GN!Human!Reader)

Come Home

(Morpheus reunites with his lover after a century of imprisonment, hoping that they still love him after all that time) (x Fem!Reader)

Family

(Morpheus returns to the Dreaming after a century imprisoned to learn that his wife has had his son) (x Fae!Wife!Reader)

Between Dreams & Realities

(Morpheus falls in love with a magic user feared by small-minded humans. But after his ego and a cruel warlock separate them, he goes to get his lover back. Even if she had changed in his absence) (x Fem!Magic!Reader)

Caged Love

(The adopted daughter of Alex Burgess finds out about Morpheus and must decide between her family and the trapped Dreamlord) (x Fem!Burgess!Reader)

Back In My Arms (Smut)

(Desperate & loving sex with his lover after his century of imprisonment) (x Fem!Reader)

Dreaming Of You (Smut)

(Morpheus becomes jealous when the being he has feelings for flirts with one of his dreams) (x Fem!Reader)

Welcome Back (Smut)

(Morpheus’s lover had tried and failed to rescue him in his prison. So when he gets out, the two of them celebrate his freedom in their own way) (x Male!Reader)

Safe At Last [Part 2]

(Morpheus is stuck falling in love with different incarnations of the same girl throughout the centuries. However, once he’s free from prison, he meets her again and and maybe fixes their story) (x Fem!Reader)

And He Is The Sun [Part 2]

(Morpheus has a Romeo and Juliet relationship with the werewolf guard if Lucifer, who just wants to escape hell to be with him) (x Fem!Reader)

Fight For You (Good Omens Crossover)

(Morpheus thought he knew what demons were like, until he met the sibling of a famous demon named Crowley who constantly impresses him) (x GN!Demon!Reader)

Dinner Date

(Knowing Morpheus was working too hard, his partner decided to set up a nice dinner for the two of them) (x GN!Reader)

Rest Of My Life

(Morpheus asks his lover’s parents for their blessing for his marriage proposal) (x Goddess!Reader)

Gentle Touches & Cuteness Aggression

(Morpheus’s girlfriend is a very affectionate person, and he quickly realizes how much he enjoys it) (x Fem!Reader)

Hidden Away Together (Smut)

(Morpheus gets very close to the new assistant librarian, with a strong bond developing) (x Male!Reader)

Thrones & Crowns [Part 2]

(Morpheus finds his spouse sitting on his throne) (x GN!Reader)

I Promise

(Morpheus gets angry at his wife during an argument and needs to apologize) (x Fem!Love Goddess!Reader)

Hold Them Right

(Morpheus’s lover is incredibly touch starved from previous relationships but doesn’t know how to ask him for touch. Until they have a conversation around their past relationships) (x GN!Reader)

Return To Him [Part 2] (Smut)

(Morpheus reunited with his ex and realized how much he wants her back) (x Fem!Reader)

Wish Upon A Star

(Morpheus’s story with his wife, the goddess of wishes) (x Fem!Goddess!Reader)

In Sickness And In Health

(Morpheus takes care of his sick lover) (x GN!Reader)

Curiosity [Part 2]

(Morpheus meets a human at a park that intrigues him) (GN!Reader)

Mine Or Hers?

(Morpheus’s wife worries when his ex wife returns to his life, but Morpheus reassures her that there’s nothing to worry about) (Fem!Reader)

Lost & Forgotten [Part 2]

(Morpheus goes to visit his former lover to apologize, only to find they had lost their memories of him) (x GN!Reader)

Wake Up, Darling

(Morpheus’s spouse goes to rescue him with Jessamy and gets shot, slipping into a coma to heal until Morpheus can return to them) (x GN!Reader)

Give Up Control (Dom!Reader Smut)

(Morpheus is stressed from ruling, so his lover persuades him to give up control for a little bit in their bedchambers) (Dom!GN!AFAB!Reader)

Style Change (Black!Reader)

Morpheus’s lover gets a new hairdo and is eager to show him (x GN!Black!Reader)

Over The Years

(Morpheus’s lover is a new immortal, having to deal with the death of their last living relative) (x Immortal!GN!Reader)

Capable Of Change

(Morpheus has a daughter that he hadn’t been a good father to. But he vows to fix that after he escapes his cage) (x Daughter!Reader)

Make Me A Dream

(Morpheus’s lover has a nightmare and calls him for comfort) (x GN!Reader)

The Dance Of Dreams

(Morpheus enters the dream of a human at a ball, rescuing them from the dream turning into a nightmare. Based on the Ball from The Labyrinth) (x GN!Reader)

Behind The Shelves (Smut)

(Morpheus returns to his lover after a trip and they end up getting reacquainted in the library) (x Fem!Reader)

Happy & Safe (Transmasc!Reader)

(Morpheus’s lover had his binder on for too long and Morpheus gets worried at the obvious pain his love was in) (x Transmasc!Reader)

Not Your Decision

(Morpheus’s lover, Lucifer’s heir, has him over for a family dinner after Lucifer tries to stop them from being with him) (x GN!Morningstar!Reader)

Sweet Treats With Sweeter Love

(Morpheus befriends a human at a park and they eventually find out who he is. Letting him know with a treat that they made) (x GN!Human!Reader)

Hot Or Cold (Smut)

(Morpheus returns to his lover, a being who is cold and quiet in public. But in private, only Morpheus knows she is a lot different than that) (x Fem!Reader)

Father’s Daughter

(Morpheus begins to fall for a human girl he met in the dreaming. But when he discovers something about himself, he begins to wonder if her feelings for him are truly genuine) (x Matthew’s Daughter!Reader)

#the sandman Masterlist #Morpheus Masterlist #dream of the endless Masterlist #Masterlist

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The Lamb & The Serpent

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Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x sinner fem!reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Lucifer being a chaotic mess, sex, p in v, swearing, virgin reader, first time, awkwardness, Lucifer being awkward, fluff, relationship are hard sometimes that’s why communication is key, romance isn’t dead, Lucifer and his oral fixation, wholesome smut, they are in love your honour.

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After his little chat with Asmodeus and his subsequent awaking to what had actually been going on over the past couple of months Lucifer had every intention of sitting you down so he could apologise for his poor behaviour and reassure you that he was very much interested in what you were offering. That had been the plan anyway but unfortunately things just hadn’t gone his way and Lucifer had been forced to spend the last three day refereeing the ongoing argument between Asmodeus and Mammon as they bickered over the little clown imp they both had their eye on. It had been a headache inducing mess, one that had ended with Lucifer snapping at the embodiment of greed, his horns and tale making an appearance when he had missed yet another call from you.

He was beyond glade it was over with, and Lucifer had barely even managed to say goodbye to Asmodeus before he was teleporting home, appearing in his lobby and just about ready to hide away in his work room until he could stomach being social again. Maybe with an exception or two. Lucifer would very much like to waist a couple of days curled up with you on the sofa as well as having the chance to catch up with Charlie. He could always invite Charlie over for afternoon tea and a chat, maybe even invite Vaggie along as well. Considering she was the love of Charlie’s life he really hadn’t spent enough time getting to know her. Plus, she was an angel, so they already had something in common. Though maybe not the best thing to bond over considering neither of them was likely to want to talk about that aspect of their lives. Maybe you could come along as well and after Charlie and Vaggie had gone the two of you could actually have that conversation about what you wanted from the other physically that you probably should of had a month or so ago. With a plan in mind Lucifer had planned on going straight to bed when he got in but apparently, he wasn’t the only one with plans for his evening.

He knew something was off the moment he appeared in the lobby, the small space feeling warmer than normal and smelling faintly like apple pie. When he opens his eyes it’s to find candles scattered across every surface, the yellow flames glowing warmly and casting long shadows up the walls. The floor is scattered with petals, the light of the candles making them shimmer like an oil spill. Confused Lucifer eyes the trail of petals and candles suspiciously calling out a tentative “hello?” in the hopes of getting an answer for the unusual décor. There comes no answer but the floorboards above creak, letting him know that he’s not alone in the house.

With a frown and a huff Lucifer followed the trail of petals and candle light down the hall and up the stairs, going as slowly and lightly as he can as not to make a sound. Logically he knows that no one down here can hurt him, not unless they had some form of angelic weaponry but that was unlikely considering they were still a rare and expensive commodity despite the amount of angels that had met their end down here over the eons. That doesn’t stop him from being cautious though. Just because a knife to the chest won’t kill him doesn’t mean it’s not going to hurt and despite his reputation amongst the living Lucifer isn’t really that into the whole pain and torture thing. It doesn’t really occur to him that it could be someone he knows who is responsible for the moody and romantic vibe. Even as he steps onto the landing and finds the trail leading to his bathroom door Lucifer doesn’t consider it, that is not till he’s stood in front of closed door and reading the note that had been stuck to the wood with a little duck shaped pin.

His hand trembled a little as he reaches up to take it down, tears clinging to his lashes as his heart swells with the love he had for you. He reads it twice, eyes dragging across the page slowly because he can’t quite believe what he’s reading. You wanted to take care of him, worried that he had been overdoing it the last couple of days and knowing full well he wouldn’t look after himself. You had given him strict instructions to relax, insisting that he spend at least an hour in the bath and that he not think about anything work related. That had him laughing, wiping away his tears as he imagined you stood there with your arms crossed over your chest and looking at him expectantly, your little lamb ears completely ruining the stern look you were going for. Adorably cute and just begging to kissed.

He couldn’t believe you had done this for him. Yes, the candles and petals seemed a bit over the top, but Lucifer liked it all the same. It must have taken you a while to set it all up and his heart feels like it might burst when he realises what that means about how you must feel about him. Surely if you didn’t love him then you wouldn’t have gone to such lengths? And if you were doing romantic things like this then that meant he hadn’t messed up as badly as he had feared.

Oh.

You were wooing him! The realisation had Lucifer feeling giddy, practically bouncing in place he was so excited. He had never been wooed before. Yes, Lilith had loved him, had told him often and never denied him any physical displays of affection but she had never been one for grand displays or romantic gestures. That had been Lucifers thing, always the one showing up with gifts or ridiculously large bouquets of flowers. He was the one who made romantic dinners for the two of them, the one who would run her baths and brush her hair whilst telling her how beautiful she was, how he loved and adored her. He had done the wooing, not the other way round but now? Knowing that you were doing something special for him? Lucifer hadn’t felt this loved and cherished since, well, not for a very long time and he wasn’t really sure what to expect when he opened the door.

He knew what he would do if it was him doing the romancing, had done it enough for Lilith before that it seemed like a logical conclusion that you would be waiting for him inside. Maybe he would catch you leant over the bath, fingers testing the water temperature and smiling ever so sweetly over your shoulder at him. Maybe you would be perched on the edge of the tub, waiting patiently for him to come to you and place a kiss upon your lips. Or maybe, just maybe you would already be in the bath, the bubbles keeping you hidden from him until he had stripped naked and sunk into the water with you. They’re all welcomed scenarios and Lucifer finds himself holding his breath as he slowly pushes the door open, leaning around it in an attempt to see what it was hiding from him.

You are not in the bath, not in the room at all but what there are is more petals scattered across the tiled floor, candles placed on every available surface and giving the room a warm and inviting glow. The bath tub is full, steam curling up from the red bubbles and carrying with it the smell of cinnamon and clove. There’s a small table next to the bathtub, a small selection of candles sat on top of it along with a couple of bottles of toiletries. Bottles that hadn’t been in his house that morning when he left. The whole room looks like a scene from a romance novel, inviting Lucifer in and offering him something that he had never thought he would get to experience for himself. Yes, he is disappointed you aren’t there to share in it with him but after his behaviour these last few months he isn’t surprised that you are keeping your distance. Oh well, Lucifer will follow your orders, planning on luxuriating in the warm waters of his freshly drawn bath and then he would look for you, hopeful that you were still somewhere within his home and not having snuck back to the hotel whilst he was preoccupied. He had a lot to thank you for and didn’t feel like waiting till morning to do so.

With a smile still firmly in place Lucifer followed the trail of petals over the vanity, already pulling off his jacket and eyeing his bath excitedly only to be brought to a sudden stop when his foot hits something soft and squishy. Frowning Lucifer looked down, stepping back slightly so he could get a better look at what he had trodden on. Two sets of black beady eyes stare lifeless back at him from within a round yellow face. Ducks. He’s looking down at ducks. Two large squishy duck plushies with holes in their backs. Are they slippers? Confused Lucifer went to bend down and pick one up, placing his hand in the counter for balance except his hand didn’t touch the cool marble it should have. Instead his fingers sank into something soft and fluffy, Lucifer turning his head to see what it was only to come face to face with even more ducks except these ones are printed onto a deep blue fabric, the space in between decorated with little white stars that seemed to sparkle in the candle light.

Abandoning his original task Lucifer stood back up, frowning down at the neatly folded fabric and the small white card that sat on top, his name scrawled in your familiar font on the front. Turns out they were a gift for him, a set of matching flannel pyjamas and plushie slippers for him to change into after his bath. Lucifer had stood there for a long few minutes, card in hand and staring down at his rubber ducky slippers trying not to cry because of how happy he felt.

It had been centuries since Lucifer had been gifted anything. Yes, he had received bribes and sacrificial offerings but that wasn’t the same. This was heartfelt, picked specifically because of who he was as a person and not because of his status. A part of him does question how you could afford the obvious expensive items because he knows that Charlie doesn’t pay you for the work you do at the hotel, but he squashes that down quickly deciding that it wasn’t important. He knew you, knew that however you had come to possess them it wouldn’t have been by nefarious means. Plus, he’s too happy to care. Not only had you arranged a candle lit bath for him, but you had also given him a gift. There was no doubt in his mind you were trying to woo him now, Lucifer feeling giddy and excited for what would come next. But first, he had a rather lovely bubble bath to sink into.

He makes sure they are folded nicely, slippers tucked in against the vanity before he starts removing his clothes. He’s quick but methodical about it, removing one item after another and folding them neatly so he can stack them next to the pyjamas. His shoes get tucked under the unit next to his new slippers, his cane clipped onto the hook on the side and his hat placed gently atop the hat stand towards the back. Once naked Lucifer runs his hand over the soft fabric once more before turning and heading to the bath.

The groan Lucifer makes as he sinks down into the warm spice scented water sounds practically sinful, but he doesn’t think he would have been able to contain it even if he had tried. It feels amazing, the water almost instantly soothing his aching muscles and helping him to relax. He doesn’t know what you had put in the water but whatever it was surely had to be made of magic of some kind because Lucifer doesn’t think he had ever felt this light and boneless before, just drifting peacefully as the warmth from the water seeped into his very core and left him feeling like he was floating on a cloud. Or maybe it’s just because it’s you that had done this for him that makes it feel a thousand times better than it ever had before. Magic or love? Maybe they were one and the same, intertwined so closely that you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. Lucifer couldn’t tell, all he knew was that he felt happy and loved and that was something he hadn’t felt in a very long time.

He sits there for what feels like hours, mind blessedly calm and the water never getting cold. It’s only then, as he truly relaxes, that Lucifer hears it. The soft sound of music comes from his adjoining bedroom, the gentle mix of piano and violin creeping through the gaps under the door, hauntingly beautiful and painfully familiar even though Lucifer can’t quite recall where he had heard it before. He doesn’t remember if it had been playing the whole time and his breath catches at the thought of you being in his bedroom. So close yet hidden from him. He wants to call out to you, see if you will answer but he also doesn’t want to break this strange spell he finds himself under. Nor does he want to ruin something you must of worked so hard on. So, Lucifer stays quite, eyes slipping closed as he sinks further into the hot water and lets everything that had been weighing him down go, giving in to the tranquil bliss you had gifted him.

Lucifer doesn’t know how long he stays there for but when he stirs, he finds that most of the bubbles have gone, and the water is lukewarm at best. Deciding that it had probably been over an hour at this point Lucifer finished washing quickly, using the things you had left for him and delighting at the crisp apple scent mixed with cinnamon and ginger with a hint of nutmeg and cardamom that wafted up from the open bottles. He makes sure to wash every inch of himself, even conditioning his hair as well as shampooing, wanting to make sure he used everything you had left for him.

He feels fresh and relaxed when he steps out of the bath, wrapping himself in the ridiculously large and fluffy towel that had been left next to the tub for him. He dries himself quickly, eager to try his new pyjamas on and by the time he’s taken the few short steps across the room his body is mostly dry if not a little pink tinged from how vigorously he had been rubbing at it. The pyjama trousers are just as soft as they had looked, Lucifer letting them sit low on his hips as he shoved his feet into the slippers. He forgoes his shirt for now, a smaller towel draped over his shoulder and catching the water that dripped from his hair as he looked for his hairbrush. It’s not there though and without thinking he is already heading towards the adjoining door to his bedroom, tugging the towel up to rub vigorously at his still wet hair as he flings the door open. He’s already a couple of steps into the room when he suddenly stops, the small gasp catching him off guard.

Lucifers head snapped up at the sound, his eyes going wide when he found you stood there. Oh, but what a sight you were, all wide eyed surprise and lips slightly parted as you took in his half-dressed state. But that wasn’t the best part. Oh no, the best part was that the two of you matched, all the way from the yellow duck slippers on your feet to your pyjamas. They were the exact same ones you had gifted him except where his were trousers yours were shorts, cutting off mid-thigh and leaving your legs blessedly bare. The two of you just stand there, Lucifer completely enraptured by how adorably beautiful you are whilst you stare at his bare chest like you had never seen a half-naked man before.

You are the first to come to your senses, coughing nervously before purposely looking at a spot somewhere over his should as you asked if he had “enjoyed your bath? I know it was a little over the top, but I just wanted to surprise you and, well you seemed a little stressed when we spoke last night, and I thought this might help you relax a little.” Lucifer lets the towel fall forgotten to the floor, striding across the room so he is standing before you, taking your hands in his and waiting for you to look at him before thanking you. You look so relieved when he tells you how much he had loved it, giving him one of your sweet little smiles when he admits that “no one’s ever done something like that for me before and I…thank you, for taking care of me.” He means to say a lot more, but his voice gets caught in his throat and Lucifer can only hope that his choked up little thank you conveys everything he hadn’t been able to say.

Despite his lack of words, you had seemed to understand, cupping his cheek and looking him in the eyes as you swore that you would “show you every single day from here until forever how much you mean to me Lucifer.” Smiling tearfully, he had placed his hand over yours on his cheek, turning his face slightly into your palm as he told you how perfect that sounded and promising to do the same. Lucifer would spend the rest of eternity showing you how much he loved you, would tell you at least twice a day and make sure that you never stopped smiling, always feeling happy and loved. You were too pure of a soul to be down here, and you were definitely too good for Lucifer, but you had chosen him all the same and if heaven had denied you paradise, then he would create a slice of heaven in hell, just for you.

Lucifers the one who breaks the silence between you this time, taking the hand that’s on his cheek and placing a soft kiss on your knuckles before asking about your current state of dress, and noting how adorable you look. Turns out there had been more to Lucifers surprise because not only had you given him a gift and helped him relax you also apparently had plans for his sleeping arrangements, gesturing behind you to the camomile tea that sat on the night stand whilst explaining that you thought the two of you “could snuggle. JUST snuggle. I thought it would be nice for us to, well you know, cuddle.” Lucifer hears what you are saying, would love nothing more than to climb into bed with you and spend the night wrapped in your arms but there’s just one slight problem with that. Lucifer isn’t so sure he would be able to spend the night with you in his bed without experiencing some physical side effects.

His mind kind of gets stuck on that, pulling up every scenario that could unfold by agreeing to sharing his bed with you. Only two out of a dozen possibilities don’t end up with you both naked, and only one of those isn’t sexual in nature. It’s bad, so very very bad to be thinking about such things, especially when you were trying to be romantic and show him how you felt but by the way you were blushing and pointedly not looking at him or the bed Lucifer thought that maybe he wasn’t the only one with less than pure thoughts about the situation. His first instinct is to steer the conversation well away from anything even remotely close to sexual, but he knows better than that now. That being said it doesn’t change the fact that before anything like that could happen between the two of you Lucifer needs to apologise for his behaviour over the last few months and also get verbal confirmation from you that adding sex to your relationship was actually something you wanted.

Lucifer makes sure to tell you that “spending the night with you in my arms sounds like a dream come true,” and it does. He has often dreamed of just holding you, getting to feel your body against his as the two of you simply lay beside one another but considering how he had been reacting to your most simple of touches these last few months he knows that an innocent snuggle wouldn’t be possible for him. The question is how does he tell you that without sounding like some sort of sex obsessed weirdo that can’t even make it through a night of cuddling without getting hard?

Trying to buy himself a little extra time to think Lucifer had directed you to sit at the end of the bed, coming to stand in front if you and nervously running a hand through his still damp hair. Maybe doing this when he was shirtless was a mistake, but he knew that if he disappeared back into the bathroom, he would probably lose his nerve and either end up embarrassing himself or upsetting you. No, he needed to do this now. You deserved the truth, though maybe getting you to sit on his bed was also a mistake, Lucifers eyes drawn down to your bare thighs, realising that if he were to drop to his knees his head would be just the right hight for him to…. NOT HELPING!

You would think that after having been through all this with Asmodeus it would have been easier to tell you he was sorry for his behaviour and explain exactly why he had acted in such a way, but it wasn’t. Not in the slightest and Lucifer found himself stumbling over his words once more, looking over your shoulder to avoid the temptation of letting his gaze wander down too far. You don’t question his lack of eye contact, letting him ramble on about how he “didn’t mean to make you think that I wasn’t interested because I am. Very interested actually but you’ve never, you know, been with anyone before and I didn’t want to rush you into something you weren’t ready for. Not that you can’t make those decisions yourself. It’s just, well, umm, sex, can be messy and complicated, even when you know what you’re doing and I ah, I didn’t, DON’T! want to hurt you.” It’s like Asmodeus’ all over again, Lucifer making a complete mess of trying to tell you what he had thought was happening and what was actually going on.

Why was he so bad at this? All he needed to do was apologise for misunderstanding your attentions and reassure you that he was completely committed to this relationship, regardless of if it included sex or not but if that was something you were interested in then he needed you to just tell him that because he would be thrilled to have the pleasure of well, you. There! That’s all he had to say and yet the words that came out of his mouth were “sex is good. Would, be good, with you. If that was something you wanted to have, with me?” He can’t help but grimace at how ridiculous he sounds, hiding his face in his hands and contemplating opening a portal up underneath himself so he can save you from listening to any more of his embarrassing drivel.

You don’t seem to think he’s messed up though, gently taking his hands in yours and lowering them so you can look him in the eye. You’re all soft smiles and gentle words as you apologise to him, cutting off his insistence that you had nothing to apologise for by placing a finger against his lips, Lucifers voice disappearing in an instant. He watched you with wide eyes, captivated by you as you told him that you “hadn’t considered your feelings and I’m sorry for that. Just because I don’t care about my lack of experience doesn’t mean you feel the same and I should have realised that instead of continuing to try and start something and making you feel uncomfortable. I know now that you were worried that I might be pushing myself into it without really knowing what I was asking for but I am an adult Lucifer and I need you to realise that I wouldn’t have even considered sleeping with you let alone trying to initiate it if I didn’t think I was ready for that with you.” You say it so much better than he ever could, having a way with words that leave Lucifer feeling like he is on the edge of tears and yet full of so much joy he might burst from it.

There are so many things that Lucifer wants to say to you. Like how deeply he cares for you. How he would be willing to go as slow as you needed him to if it meant you felt safe and comfortable with him. How he wanted you in his life, however he could have you because you made it that much better, smile as bright as an angels grace that never failed to chase away the gloom that hung over him like a cloud. He doesn’t say any of that though, taking your hands in his as he declared “me to. I’m ready,” because he was. Lucifer was ready to take that next step with you, both inside and outside the bedroom.

The kiss you give him is chaste, but it doesn’t stay that way, your tongue sweeping across his lips. He parts them eagerly this time, welcoming the gentle cares of your tongue against his. The two of you should probably talk more but for now it seemed like the time for words was over, the months’ worth of denial finally catching up to you both. Lucifer follows you wordlessly when you scooch back onto the bed, his lips never far from yours as he climbs up onto the bed until he’s hovering above you. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer so you can whisper in his ear, lips brushing teasingly against the sensitive shell of his ear when you ask him if he would “be my fist? There’s no one else I would rather it be. Please Lucifer, take it, it’s yours.” It sends a shiver down his spine, a long buried ache growing in his chest and pressing almost painfully against his rib cage. You’re offering him something precious, something that once given can’t be taken back. A part of yourself that will forever be his, a mark on your very soul that will never fade. It’s an honour that Lucifer would be a fool to refuse so he doesn’t, murmuring his devotion against your lips even as he slides a hand under the fabric of your pyjama shirt, deft fingers dancing across your stomach and up your side, your startled gasp like the start of a symphony written just for him.

Lucifer makes love to you that night. It’s the only way he can describe it. He’s slow, gentle, the two of you pressed as close you can get without it interfering with him slowly stripping your clothes off you, Lucifer enraptured by every inch of you that is revealed to him.

There’s something addictive about the little moans and gasps you let out as Lucifer explores your body with his hands and mouth. He liked the way your breath hitches when his fingers skim across the swell of your breasts and pinched gently at your hardened nipples. He craves the little gasps you make when he kisses his way down your body from your lips to your hips, nipping and sucking gently as he goes before soothing over the slight sting with a delicate kiss. You respond so beautifully to him, unashamedly vocal in your pleasure as you squirm in his hold, arching into his touch like you were chasing it. He’s already addicted to it, to you but there’s one thing he loved above all else, the most beautiful sound to fall from your parted lips and leaves him whimpering, desperate to hear it again and again.

“Lu...Luci…Lucifer! Please, I…oh gods, yes! Please. Lucifer I…LUCIFER!” It’s like music to his ears. A symphony of moans and gasps, his name falling from your lips like a prayer and all because his wicked tongue had made its way between your legs. Lucifer had moaned like a starving man when he had gotten his first taste of you, pressing his face as close to you as he could get. He had tried to go slow, aware that no one had ever done this for you before and he had started out like that, tentative and gentle as he tried to figure out what it was you liked and didn’t. As soon as he had started to figure it out though Lucifer was relentless, alternating between fucking his tongue into your tight cunt and sucking gently on your sensitive clit. He felt drunk on you, hungry to taste your climax on his tongue and desperate to know how loudly he can get you to scream his name. Hopefully loud enough that all of heaven will be able to hear.

Lucifer spent a while between your legs, his own neglected cock tenting his trousers and begging for attention. This wasn’t about him though. It was all about you, about your pleasure and Lucifer was all for denying himself when he got to listen to you fall apart on his tongue. He could happily stay there for hours, days even, feasting on your sweet nectar and listening to you cry out for him in pleasure filled desperation. Maybe another time, he didn’t want to overwhelm you, plus this was about what you wanted not him and from the way you were practically grinding against his face Lucifer could guess what it was you were after.

His fingers replaced his tongue, two slipping into you easily as his mouth latched onto your clit, licking and sucking on the little nub as he fucked his fingers into you. He knew that no matter how gentle he was with you it was going to hurt to some degree but the more relaxed and looser you were the easier it would be for you when Lucifer finally got to feel you around his cock. So, he worked another finger into you, his teeth nipping at the little bundle of nerves as you pressed down against the intrusion, moaning ever so sweetly at the stretch. It doesn’t take long for Lucifer to add a fourth finger or for you to clench down on them, crying out his name as you climax. Lucifer lets out his own moan, working you through it and lapping up your juices as they flow out around his fingers.

He works you through it, fingers slowing down till they were barely moving as his tongue drags across your opening. He stays there till you let out a little whimper, tugging at his hair as you press your hips back into the bed. Reluctantly Lucifer moves, not wanting to leave you feeling to overstimulate or overwhelm. It is only your first time together, first being the important word there because Lucifer plans on there being many more times in your future, maybe even again tonight. If he’s lucky.

Feeling how wet his chin is Lucifer doesn’t even think about letting his tongue snake out of his mouth, dragging across his chin and savouring every last drop of you, his eyes falling closed as he moans softly. Your choked off moan has his eyes snapping open, dragging his gaze up the naked expanse of your body until his eyes meet yours and the dark hungry look you give him as you stare at his mouth. Lucifer can’t help but smirk, lifting his still slicked fingered to his mouth. He watches you from under hooded eyes as he drags his tongue up them, slipping them into his mouth one by one so he can suck them clean.

He’s barely removed them from his mouth before you’re surging up to claim his lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing Lucifers startled moan as you pull him down slightly to meet you. It’s an interesting position, Lucifers thighs shoved under yours and an arm wrapped around your waist to help keep your balance whilst he cups your neck and jaw with his other hand. You don’t seem to care, weight braced on one arm and a hand buried in his hair. One of your legs is wrapped around his waist, pressing his hips down even as you raise yours up to meet him. It’s too much, Lucifer breaking away from the kiss with a gasp and a shudder. He stays close, forehead resting against yours as you breathe each other in, Lucifer shamelessly grinding against you like he had no self-control. He doesn’t, not when it comes to you and he probably would have carried on as he was, grinding against your core in a pale imitation of what he really wanted until he crashed over the edge and spilt inside his trousers like an inexperienced teenager if it hadn’t been for your breathy little “please” so desperate and wanton and Lucifer couldn’t wait a moment longer.

He gives you one last kiss, nipping gently at your bottom lip as he pulls away before shuffling off the bed. He’s already pushing down his pyjama bottoms before he’s even got one foot on the floor. It goes about as well as could be expected, Lucifers foot slipping as the other gets caught in the fabric. He goes down gracelessly with a thud, landing in a sprawling heap on the floor. It doesn’t deter him though, yanking the offending garment off and quickly jumping back up onto his feet only to find you kneeling at the end of the bed and looking down at him with concern. Lucifer laughs nervously, rubbing at the back of his neck and insisting that he was fine. There’s a beat of a second, a small pause as your eyes narrow slightly like you’re trying to figure out if he’s telling the truth. You must decide he is because you smile fondly at him, shaking your head slightly and rolling your eyes even as you offer him your hand.

He takes it gratefully, following you up onto the bed once more as you shuffle back to lay against the pillows. You are beautiful in your innocence, your bottom lip caught between your teeth and head turned slightly to the side, your eyes cast down in a display of shyness that hadn’t existed the rest of the evening. You’re led in a way that leaves you both on display and hidden all at once, your arms raised and gripping at the pillow under your head whilst your hips are slightly turned away from him, one leg over the other and bent at the knee. You look like a sacrifice, led across his deep red sheets with the dim glow of the candles flickering across your naked body and Lucifer feels every inch like the devil come to claim you as tribute. It doesn’t bother him as much as he had feared though, knowing you were here willingly, giving in to your own desire for him. It helps a lot, easing his worry and boosting his confidence because he knows you wouldn’t be here like this if you didn’t want to be.

Lucifers touch is gentle as he slides his hands up your legs, slowly moving you so he can crawl between your legs. As soon as he’s hovering above you, his weight resting on his hands either side your head, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, fingers slipping into his hair and guiding his head down to yours. He goes willingly, dropping his weight down onto his forearms as his lips meet yours in a slow and gentle kiss. All the desperation and hunger from before is gone, this kiss less about the desire you felt for one another and more about the love you feel for each other. Though neither of you had said it yet Lucifer knew it must be true. It was for him and if it wasn’t for you then it wasn’t far off.

The kiss ended when you shifted, his neglected cock rubbing against your stomach and reminding you both of the lust and need you felt for the other as it sparked back to life. Lucifer pulls away from you with a groan, head falling to rest on your shoulder as he calms himself down enough so that he doesn’t start rutting against you again. Something that isn’t helped by the fact you whisper in his ear that you’re ready, ever so sweetly begging “please Lucifer, I need you.” And oh, that does something for him, his dick twitching when you say you need him. He pulls back just enough to look you in the eye when he tells you it’s going to “hurt, just a little at the beginning but I promise it will feel so good after that, just, if it’s too much, tell me and I’ll stop. We don’t have to do this tonight, not if your umph.” You cut off Lucifers ramblings with a quick kiss, cupping his cheek as you tell him that you know and how you trust him. It brings tears to his eyes, ones you quickly wipe away, but he can’t help it. You are giving him such an amazing gift, trusting him with something precious and he’s overwhelmed by the trust you had put in him to take care of you. Maybe a little to overwhelmed if he was being honest.

Lucifer doesn’t want to admit how nervous he is about this part, but it surely must be obvious from the fact that he stares down at his dick for a good few seconds before he even thinks about moving into position. He knows he’s a lot bigger than the average human male, both in length and girth and though he spent quite a while making sure you were stretched, he fears that it might not have been enough. It’s your first time, Lucifer knows he’s going to hurt you despite everything he’s done to prevent it and unless he shoved a bunch of drugs down your throat that fact isn’t going to change but that doesn’t change the fact he feels almost guilty about it. This will be nothing but bliss for him whilst you have to suffer through the pain of him tearing you apart and forcing your insides to fit around him. It’s not fair, a flaw in Gods design but unfortunately there isn’t much Lucifer can do to rectify that.

The only thing he can do is go slow, checking you’re okay at regular points and stilling when you need him to. He is right though, sinking into you is heavenly. You’re warm and tight around him as he slides in torturously slow, his breath heavy as he watched your face for any sign he may be hurting you too much. He stops when he feels resistance, covering your face in kisses in between apologising for the pain that’s about to come. Your hands tighten where they’re curled around his shoulders, bracing yourself for what’s to come even as you urge him to continue. Lucifer kisses you, deep and hungry as he snaps his hips forward and breaks through your barrier, swallowing your pain filled cry. He thinks you might have drawn blood, your nails digging into his shoulders, but he doesn’t care, holding himself still as he kisses away your tears, waiting for your command to continue. It feels like an age before your nodding, your grip loosening on his shoulders and whispering that “it’s ok, you can move. Please Lucifer. I want this. I want you.” With one last kiss Lucifer promises that you have him, mind body and soul, from here until eternity. He doesn’t give you the chance to answer, pulling his hips back and sliding back in, your hitched little gasp the only answer he needs.

It’s slow going, Lucifer fighting the urge to just slam into you all in one go because fuck, he wants to be in you already, filling you up and making you scream as he fucks you hard and mercilessly. There a mantra of next time in his head, promising himself that next time he’ll fuck you harder, faster. Next time he’ll bend you this way and that to get the best angles and get even deeper, but not this time. This time is for slow and delicate, working you up gradually so it’s even sweeter when you fall apart around him. When he’s all the way in he stops again, giving you both time to adjust because even he’s a little overwhelmed by how tight a fit it is, how your body clings to him, your insides fluttering around him and making his cock twitch from the stimulation that he’s not even sure you know you are providing. It’s taken him at least ten minutes to get here, and he feels like he’s teetering on the edge of this being over embarrassingly fast. That’s the last thing he wants, to give you the impression that sex with him would be painful and quick, leaving you unsatisfied and disappointed. That is not the kind of lover he is and Lucifer refuses to ruin your first time all because he had the self-control of Gods first man.

That surprisingly helps, the thought of you and Adam together angering him enough that Lucifers able to drive back his impending orgasm. Your patience seems to have run out though, rolling your hips against his and dragging a low moan from between Lucifers parted lips. He nips at your lip, tells you to behave but all that gets him is a seductive smirk as you do it again. Lucifer closes his eyes, arms trembling as he holds himself as still as he can, letting you rock ever so slightly on his cock. It’s not enough to be anything other than a tease but Lucifer loves it all the same. He’s always prided himself on being able to please a lover, getting off on knowing he’s driven them to such exhilarating heights. If you were to use him as a living breathing sex doll then he would have no complaints, would probably even thank you for it because he was just that desperate to please. You have other ideas though, hooking a leg around his waist, foot pressing against his ass and urging him down as you roll your hips up to meet him. Your hands back in his hair, cupping the back of his head and keeping his head tucked into your neck. Your other arm is curled under his, hand gripping his shoulder tightly as you moan ever so sweetly in his ear, asking him to “move. Please I…I…please.” You cut yourself off with a desperate little whine, pushing your heel into the small of his back and pressing him as close as he could get.

Lucifer feels awful, having made you wait whilst he collected himself when clearly you were so desperate for him. He places lots of little kisses across your shoulder and up your neck to your jaw, apologising in between because he’s “so sorry I made you wait so long for me. Promise it won’t happen again. I’m going to take such good care of, give you everything you want and more.” He’s not just talking about now and hopes that you can understand that in your current state. For as long as you want him Lucifer swears that you will want for nothing, at your beck and call every hour of every day. He will treat you like a queen, might even make you one, one day but for now he’s going to start with this.

Lucifer starts off slow, your tight grip on him loosening enough that he can pull all the way back until his tips the only part of him left inside you. He presses back in just as slowly, both of you moaning at the feel of him pressing against your walls. Lucifer can’t help but lean in, his lips finding yours in a gentle kiss, his pace just as slow and languid as the kisses you exchange. He stays as close to you as he can, his chest pressed against yours and legs intertwined as he moves within you. There’s nothing hard or fast about it, his hips rocking gently in and out of you and slowly stoking the flames of desire that burned within you. It was intimate, Lucifer unable to call it anything other than making love because that was exactly how it felt to him. Just the two of you, so close that all you can feel is the other, all you could see each other, breathing in the other’s air and lips meeting in gentle and love filled kisses as your moans and gasps mix with the sounds of your gentle love making.

It was too much, yet not enough all at once, Lucifer feeling like he was going to fall apart at the seams at any moment. It’s been a while for him, even before Lilith had left and Lucifer had known there would be a possibility that he might not be able to control himself when with you. There had never been a doubt in his mind that bedding you would be anything other than spectacular, capable of reducing him to pathetic desperate mess but this? It feels too good, too much like divinity and Lucifer can feel his tentative hold on his form slipping, overcome by his own emotions as he losses himself in the moment, completely surrounded by you.

Praise falls from Lucifers lips in a mumbled mess of words, telling you that you’re “perfect. So good. Doing so well for me. You feel amazing sweetheart, so warm and tight. Fuck. So beautiful like this and all for me. Just me. Oh fuck. Yes!” in between sloppy kisses as he trailed his lips from your mouth to your neck and then back again, stopping occasionally to suck marks into your neck, the same part of him that had delighted in being your first practically glowing with delight at all the other residents of Hell being able to see his claim on you. Or that could just be the fact he was actually glowing, what remained of his heavenly light growing brighter the closer to his climax he got.

As much as he wanted this to last for eternity Lucifer could feel his orgasm getting closer and closer, the coil in his stomach tightening as your walls fluttered around him, pulling him back in and leaving him a moaning gasping mess on the edge of tears. He can’t put it off again, approaching his end to quickly for him to slow down now. Panting Lucifer rested his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes and giving himself over to his pleasure. He is not a selfish lover though and Lucifer refuses to let himself fall over the edge without you there with him. It takes a slight bit of manoeuvring, but Lucifer managed to get a hand between the two of you, his thumb rubbing against your clit and making you cry out almost loud enough for all of Hell to hear. It wasn’t an ideal position, being pressed so close to you but he didn’t want to move, didn’t want to stop touching your because if he did this might all disappear and he would find himself alone once more, that gaping black hole of loneliness too much for him to bare.

Lucifers climax hits him suddenly, his cry of pleasure muffled as he sinks his jagged teeth into the delicate skin in your neck. Vaguely he hears your answering scream, can feel you getting impossibly tighter around him but Lucifer is to lost to really notice, his vision going white as the room floods with light, the sound of wings flapping and something smashing all but a distant hum compared to the white noise ringing in his ears. Euphoric doesn’t even begin to cover how Lucifer feels in that moment. Rapturous maybe, possibly even heavenly. All Lucifer knows is that it feels right, like being welcomed home and loved unconditionally. He falls into it, into you with, with reckless abandonment, letting the feeling drag him under the roaring waves of bliss as they crash into him.

When Lucifer comes back to himself it’s to find that he’s laying half on top of you, his leg slung over yours, arm draped over your chest and head tucked underneath your chin. You’re humming softly along to the music still playing, arm wrapped around his waist as you card your fingers through his hair. He feels boneless, happy and satisfied in a way that he hasn’t for centuries. He’s so content in-fact that that he can’t help but hum, snuggling in closer and delighting in the little chuckle it gets him. It’s only then that he realises his wings are out, three of them half hanging off the bed and draping across the floor whilst the three on the other side are bent protectively over you, keeping you hidden and safe from the outside world whilst Lucifer himself was to out of it to do so.

He’s embarrassed by his lack of control, groaning loudly and trying to hide his face in your neck as he apologises for his lack of restraint even as he tried to justify it because “it’s eh been a while since I’ve, well since I’ve done that with anyone and you were, it was, I was just…” Thankfully you stop his ramblings, your fingers pressing on the underside of his chin so he will look up at you. You understand his reaction, even going as far as to tell him how flattered you are that it happened. It makes him blush even more, wings fluttering slightly but no more so then when you thank him, looking him in the eyes and sounding so sincere and serious when you tell him that you were “glad it was you.” He wants to shrug it off, insist that it was his pleasure, quite literally, but there’s something about the look in your eyes that stops him Lucifer instead reacting up to cup your cheek and telling you how honoured he was that you had given him such a gift and promising to treasure it and you for all eternity.

The two of you share a kiss, as soft and languid as your love making had been. Lucifer was happy to take his time, to spend at least the next hour wrapped in your arms and exchanging lazy kisses but it seemed you had other ideas, pulling away to yawn loudly. Lucifer waves off your apologies, insisting that he too is feeling quite tired considering the time and your choice of evening activities. He tries to move, tries to hide his wings and pull up the covers but you put a stop to that quickly, asking ever so sweetly if the two of you could stay like this, as long as it wouldn’t cause problems with his wings of course. Lucifers to stunned by the request to do anything then just nod, curling against your side and allowing his wings to shrink to a more manageable size that’s less likely to brake something else within his bedroom. Your hand returns to his hair, fingers gently toying with the strands at the base of his skull as you a wrap your other arm around him, slipping it under his bottom wing so you can gently stroke your fingers up and down his spine. He just about resists the urge to purr like a cat though he does find himself relaxing into it, sleep finding him quickly.

It’s nice, the two of you led in his bed and enjoying the afterglow of your love making. There’s no need for either of you to talk and though Lucifer knows that at some point you will need to, a whole lifetime of things still between you that will need addressing at some point, there is no rush. He’s forever grateful that you chose to stick by him despite his misguided attempt to preserve your virtue and as he drifts off to sleep in your arms Lucifer lets himself truly feel the happiness you inspire within him because that’s what he is, happy. Happier than he had been in a long time, and he hopes, with every ounce of his being, that he can hold onto that happiness until the end of time.

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The Lamb & The Serpent

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Paring: Lucifer Morningstar x sinner fem!reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Lucifer being a chaotic mess, mentions of sex, swearing, male masturbation, mentions of depression, virgin reader, awkwardness, Lucifer being awkward, fluff, misunderstandings, honestly 90% of this is about sex.

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Angel Dust was right, the two of you do become sickeningly lovey dovey once your relationship is made official. Well as official as it can be with neither of you wanting the entirety of Hell knowing just yet. You don’t want the attention it would bring, and Lucifer doesn’t want to make you a target for those looking to gain power by either trying to worm their way into your life or hurting you. But hey, the important people knew, and Lucifer wasn’t above rubbing his happiness in their faces.

He doesn’t waist a single opportunity to tell just about anyone how adorable and beautiful you are, often staring dreamily at you on the other side of the room as he describes everything he likes about you, from how kind and compassionate you are to how your eyes light up when you smile. He knows that people are getting annoyed with him, but he doesn’t care, as enamoured with you as he is. Charlie seems to be the only one that still thinks it’s sweet how obviously smitten he is with you but he can tell that even she’s starting to get a bit bored of hearing him wax poetry about you, comparing you to sunshine and rainbows and all sorts of things that he hasn’t actually seen in centuries now. He couldn’t help himself though and it wasn’t like he didn’t say the same things to you directly, delighting in the blush it always got him.

Now that you and Lucifer were a thing he hadn’t stop with the gifts and chivalry. He liked opening doors for you or pulling out your chair at the dinner table, even offering you his arm when walking down the street. Not that it happened all that often with the two of you trying to keep a low profile but when it did Lucifer couldn’t help but beam, feeling like the luckiest man in Hell to have you on his arm. The gift giving had slowed down though, Charlie having told Lucifer that “gifts lose there meaning if they are given all the time. They won’t be so special any more if it becomes expected.” She had been right of course so Lucifer had mad a conscious effort to tone it down, now only presenting you with things that he truly thought would mean something to you instead of every little knickknack and trinket he came across that made him think of you.

You were more subtle in your affections than him. You weren’t one to go around boasting about how lucky you were to have snagged the big boss himself, but you did have a lovely habit of mentioning him a lot in conversations and the best part was you didn’t even seem to know you were doing it. There was a lot of Lucifer said this and Lucifer did that, something that irritated the other residents of the hotel, but Lucifer found absolutely delightful when he found out. He liked the idea that you thought about him as much as he did you and that even when he wasn’t there you couldn’t help but bring him up in conversation. It satisfied a part of him that practically purred at the prospect of people knowing you were his. The same part that wanted to growl and bare its teeth when he would see someone else laying their hands on you.

In fact, he had almost cut off Husks hand when he had caught the demon with his paws on your shoulders and leaning in far too close for Lucifers liking. The only thing that had calmed him down had been your gentle touch and soothing words, promising that “we were just talking my king nothing more. Trust me when I say I’m not the sinner he’s interested in.” It helped that the reassurance came with kisses, your lips soft but sure against his as you cupped his check like he was made of porcelain. No one treated him as gently as you did, like he was something precious to be protected and cherished. It made his heart flutter, desperate for your gentle and loving touch even as it ached with the knowledge that he didn’t deserve it.

Lucifer is deliriously happy, with a bounce in his step and a constant smile on his face. It was perfect, well as perfect as things could be considering they were in Hell, and you were dead but there was just one teeny tiny insignificant little problem. Not even a problem really just a small detail that didn’t mean anything. It was just Lucifer being silly really. He could go without, yes he could, no problem. Well except it was a problem because it was getting in the way of things, both with you and with his duties. Lucifer was managing though, at least he would be if that blasted spider stopped bringing his happy little gloating sessions to an abrupt end by asking “but have ya screwed her yet your majesty?”

The answer to that crude and somewhat malicious question was no, Lucifer had not yet had the pleasure of taking you to bed and the tacky little spider knew that, as did the rest of hotels guest thanks to that big mouthed harlot. Not that Lucifer was in a rush for your relationship to progress that way. He was enjoying spending time with you and really getting to know you. The two of you were taking things slow, Lucifer conscious of the fact that you had nowhere near the amount of experience he did and you seemingly content to just work up to it. Slowly. But that was perfectly acceptable, and Lucifer was not about to press you for something you clearly weren’t read for. That being said though, it had been months since yours and Lucifers little roof top date and it was getting harder and harder to reign himself in, always wanting to press that little bit harder when you exchange kisses or let his hand wander when he got to touch you.

Despite how much he wanted to deny it, his desire for you was becoming a serious problem, Lucifer often having to excuse himself because he couldn’t handle how close you had been. How your hands glided through his hair and down his back or how sweet your lips tasted against his. Far too many times he had teleported home, bracing himself against his work bench or door or just the nearest hard surface and taken things into his own hands. It always felt good in the moment, the rush of relief as his mind got lost in the possibilities of you and him. He desperately wanted to know how you tasted, how your naked body felt against his, where all the little spots were on your body that had you gasping and moaning and withering beneath him as he took you to new hights. Lucifer wanted to know if you preferred being above or below him, if your whispered words of adoration sounded just as sweet when he was buried inside of you and if afterwards you would want to be the big or little spoon. It was a lot of want, Lucifer being consumed by it all in the moment until his pleasure peaked and sweet relief washed over him. It never lasted though, shame and guilt consuming him quickly and leaving him regretful of his lack of control. You were so sweet, so innocent and here Lucifer was reducing you down to nothing but a perverted fantasy that didn’t even compare to the reality of you.

The days afterwards he would always be a little withdrawn, unable to face looking at you without the well of guilt bubbling up and making him feel sick. You were always worried about him and Lucifer hated himself for making you feel that way but you were a kind and understanding soul, assuming he was just having one of his bad days and giving him the space he needed whilst letting him know you would always be there if he needed anything. That just made him feel even worse because here you are being supportive and caring thinking he was going through something when in fact Lucifer was having a breakdown because he wanted to have sex with you when he should be concentrating on the heaven issue and making the hotel work or you know, his job as King of Hell.

That often leads to Lucifer getting his act together, giving himself a stern talking to and swearing not to do it again. It’s a lie, a promise he knows he will not be able to keep. Sure he might be able to for a week or so, might be content to just shower you in affection and kisses but then something will happen, maybe you’ll press a little closer when he hugs you or your teeth will just catch his lip as you pull away from a kiss and Lucifer will be right back at the start again, hungering for something that he wasn’t sure he would ever get.

It was frustrating in a way that Lucifer had never had to deal with before, leaving him feeling like he was always on the back foot when it came to you. He was well aware that all his problems would be solved with a conversation with you and he had tried on several occasions but it was difficult to articulate himself when it came to these sorts of things and he couldn’t think of a way to ask you if you wanted to fuck any time soon, well, without just asking if you wanted to fuck any time soon. It just sounds so crass, so insensitive, like that was all Lucifer wanted from you when it really wasn’t. He would be happy just having you by his side, his days filled with kisses and devotions of love. He just, he needs to know if that’s all it’s going to be though so he can deal with his desires appropriately and not possibly ruin your relationship by being a complete scoundrel.

It all comes to a head when Lucifer practically throws you through his parlour wall.

It’s one of the days where you’ve snuck away from the hotel to spend the day with him in his home, the two of you content to just exist in the same space together. Lucifer had brought his latest project down from his work room, tinkering away with the thing whilst you snuggle in the armchair, book in hand and enjoying the roaring fire he had gotten going for you in the hearth. It’s peaceful, the two of you exchanging the odd word here and there but not about anything important or anything that would pull you away from your individual tasks. Lucifer hadn’t asked what you were reading, hadn’t even glanced at the cover when you had placed your book down on the coffee table whilst you disappeared to make tea. If he had Lucifer would have noticed the stereotypical photo of a shirtless man with a woman all in white in his arms, the two of them gazing passionately into one another’s eyes as his fingers pulled down the collar of her dress to expose the swell of her breasts. Maybe if he had looked he would have known the kinds of things you were filling your head with. Maybe he might have been able to prepare himself for your sudden attack.

Lucifer doesn’t notice the looks you keep shooting him over the top of your book or the blush on your cheeks as you glanced down at the pages and then back to him. In fact, Lucifer was so engrossed in trying to get his little ducky to fly that he didn’t even notice you had moved until the sofa dipped next to him. It’s a shock and Lucifer jolts slightly, fumbling with the duck in his hands and almost sending it flying across the room if it hadn’t been for you grabbing hold of it before it could go to far. He laughs nervously, thanking you for the help as he holds out his hand expectantly for his latest creation. Except you don’t give it back, instead placing it down on the coffee table with a little pat on its head before looking back at him. Lucifer is confused, even more so when you turn to face him fully, taking a deep breath before looking him in the eyes and asking “can I kiss you?”

Lucifer is taken aback by your question, especially when you had never asked before. You look at him hopefully though, bottom lip caught between your teeth and a rosy hue to your cheeks, clearly embarrassed by your own question. It’s ridiculously adorable and Lucifer finds himself unable to deny you this request, not that he would want too anyway. With a fond smile Lucifer took your hand between his, insisting that he would “like nothing more than to feel your lips against mine.” Your eyes practically light up with his words, a wide and excited smile spreading across your face. He had all of a handful of seconds to admire how beautifully happy you look at the prospect of kissing him before your leaning in, eyelids fluttering closed as you tilt your head towards him.

Kissing you is as addictive as everything else about you, Lucifer always hungry for more as soon as your lips brush his. Your lips are soft against his, slightly parted as if tempting him to plunge his tongue between them and deepen the kiss into something more suggestive. Lucifer resists the temptation though, keeping his own kisses light and tender as he cups your cheek with his free hand. He doesn’t expect the small whine you make, his rhythm faltering slightly because he can’t decide if you sound pained, desperate, frustrated or a mix of all three. He doesn’t get the chance to really think about it though because in the next second your tongue is running across his lips, prodding at the seem and seeking permission to enter.

A couple of things happen all at once. Firstly, Lucifer gasps, his lips parting enough for your tongue to slip between them and into his mouth. Secondly, in one seamless move you go from sitting next to him to straddling him, your knees pressing against his sides and arms draped across his shoulders. The new position has you above him, Lucifer having to tilt his head back to keep his lips on yours and his hands frantically scrambling to find purchase on your hips. One of your hands slips into his hair, nails scratching at his scalp slightly and Lucifer can’t help but moan, your hungry mouth swallowing the sound.

Lucifers control snaps right about then, losing himself in the kiss as he presses back just as hard and desperate. His tongue surges up to meet yours, curling around it and sucking gently before it’s pushing you back and forcing its way into your mouth. He feels you shudder in his hold, your grip on his hair tightening as you moan wantonly around his tongue. Lucifers grip tightens on your waist to the point that it must be painful, his nails digging in as he drags you down against him, desperate to have you as close as possible. It’s then that Lucifer realises that he’s hard, his straining member rubbing against your core as he pulls you closer, your breath hitching at the friction.

It’s just a second, a thought flashing through his mind before he’s even finished grinding up against you. It’s just, it would be so easy to have you here and now, to rip your trousers in half and push your panties aside so he can slide into you and have you bouncing in his lap within seconds, moaning and gasping even as he shoved his tongue so far down your throat it was the only thing you could taste. Lucifers fingers twitch, his thumbs pressing down on your pelvis and nails scratching along the thin fabric that kept your most intimate parts hidden from him. It would be so easy, so so easy to just press a little hard, dig his nails in and rip through the fabric. Just a few quick movements and then sweet relief as he finally sunk into your warm tight virgin cunt. It’s just a thought, there and gone within a second but it’s enough to bring Lucifer to a screeching halt, like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head.

Lucifer panics and what he does next is definitely not one of his proudest moments in life because instead of stopping and apologising like a normal person would he stands up suddenly and practically throws you off him, not noticing your startled cry as you cash down onto the coffee table. He screams something about an “important thing, MEETING! I completely forgot about. Yep meeting, better get going, don’t want to be late,” before teleporting himself out of the room and to his locked bedroom. His movements are frantic as he yanks his trousers open, bracing himself against one of the posts on his bed as he shoved his other hand down into his underwear. It’s quick, full of desperation as he remembers how you had felt above him, against him. All those sweet little sounds fuelling his depraved fantasy of if he hadn’t stopped, if he had let his dark desires take over and ruined you for anyone else right there on his sofa in the middle of his parlour. He muffled his moans and cries of your name against his arm, biting down on the bunched up fabric of his shirt as his pleasure peaks and spills over his fingers, all hot and sticky and so fucking good. Until it’s not.

As the high of release fades Lucifer is left feeling sick, his stomach churning at what he had just done. He feels disgusted with himself, the feel of his rapidly cooling cum on his hand making his skin crawl. Lucifer teleports to his bathroom, stripping himself down till he’s naked and steps under the burning hot spray of his shower. His skin starts to turn pink instantly, but Lucifer doesn’t care, reaching for his soap and scrubbing at his skin till it feels raw and tender. It doesn’t help, Lucifer still able to feel you on him, the way your body had slotted so perfectly against his, how your hands had curled round his neck and slipped into his hair, even how it had felt to press himself against you most intimate area. Lucifer sobs pathetically, sinking down onto the floor and hugging his legs close to his chest. He thinks he hears you calling his name, your voice muffled through the thick door and the steady pounding of the water. He ignores you, convinced that he had imagined it, his mind playing a cruel trick on him in a moment of weakness.

What had he done? You must think him disgusting now after he had violated your trust like that. All you had wanted from him was a kiss, that’s it but Lucifer had taken it too far, giving into his own desires and taking from you something you hadn’t been looking to give. Then he had just dumped you off of him, leaving you there whilst he ran away like the scarred pathetic mess he was. Oh heavens above, he had LEFT YOU THERE! Lucifer is quick to scramble out the shower when he realises his mistake, barely even drying himself before franticly pulling on his trousers and shit, buttoning the thing up haphazardly as he ran from the room barefooted, his wet feet slipping on the wood of the stairs in his haste to get back to you. He practically skids into the parlour, tripping over his feet as he calls out your name, an apology already tumbling from his mouth in a desperate rush to fix what he had done but it dies quickly, Lucifers words trailing off as he finds the room empty.

Lucifer whines pathetically, hand clutching at his chest in an attempt to ease the sharp sting of regret and loss. Of course you would leave, how could he have been so stupid to think you would stick around after his behaviour. Trying not to cry Lucifer drops back down onto the sofa, head in his hands and hair dripping water onto the floor. He’s embarrassed by his behaviour, more than that though he’s ashamed of himself and the way he’s treated you. You deserve better than a sloppy make out session and desperate grinding on his sofa and you definitely deserved better than him just upping and leaving you like some kind of cheap fling. He needs to apologise to you at the very least, should grovel at your feet for forgiveness actually because heaven knows that he didn’t deserve it.

Sighing Lucifer slumped back into the chair, his head tipped back so he can stare at the ceiling. Maybe it was time he got help? Clearly he needed it if he couldn’t keep himself from turning a simple make out session into him accosting you like some sort of sex obsessed degenerate. Unfortunately there was only one person he knew of who would be suited to help him with his sex problem and as much as Lucifer wanted to get his bad behaviour nipped in the bud before it became a much bigger issue he was in fact not looking forward to the conversation he would need to have to do so.

Asmodeus had been surprised to see him that was for sure, but he had cleared his schedule, ushering Lucifer into his office and making sure his assistant knew not to bother them for any reason, apart for bring them the tea he had ordered of course. It had been awkward at first, full of small talk about Lucifers family and life in their respected rings. It was uncomfortable but Lucifer was still thankful for the easy start to the conversation but the longer it went on the more fidgety he became, his knee bouncing with nerves and fingers tapping on the side of his cup in a sporadic rhythm that even had Lucifer wincing. It didn’t take long after that for Asmodeus to set his own cup down and ask Lucifer “3” Taking a deep breath Lucifer placed his cup back on the table before sinking back into his chair, finally able to still his jittery body as he crossed one leg over the other, his arms resting on the arm rest and trying not to claw at the wood.

In order for him to get anything useful out of this Lucifer had to tell Asmodeus everything. Well maybe not everything but he needed to know what exactly had happened for Lucifers issue to be considered a problem that he couldn’t deal with on his own. That was the difficult part though because how did Lucifer tell the embodiment of sin that he was so in love with a sinner that he wanted help being less horny about it. Not the easiest subject to broach on a normal day but less so today considering what had happened only a few hours ago on his couch.

He swallows nervously, wetting his lips and looking anywhere but at the man sat opposite him. He struggles to find the right words, mind coming up blank when he tries to think how best to explain his current situation. He really should have prepared this before he came down here, but he had barely taken the time to get dressed properly let alone formulate a full blown speech on why he needed the demons help. Unfortunately, in these situations Lucifer tended to babble a bit and now was no different, Lucifer simply blurting out that he was “seeing someone, who’s not my wife. EX-WIFE! Because she left me and now we’re not married. HAHAHA! That’s why I’m seeing someone now. Yes I am. A lovely someone, person, WOMAN! She’s funny and kind and Charlie loves her, so that’s a-maz-ing. But um, we’ve been seeing each other for a few months now and well, you see it’s um been a bit difficult. NOT the relationship. That’s perfect. She’s perfect but erm ugh…” Lucifer stumbled over his words, his explanation all over the place and often going off in weird directions before he managed to get somewhat back on track.

It doesn’t get any better, though Asmodeus listens to his ramblings, clearly taking it in though Lucifer has no clue how he’s making any sense of what’s being said. Lucifer knows he doesn’t explain himself very well, even makes it sound like he has the complete opposite problem to what he actually does and has to scramble to correct himself because Lucifer doesn’t “have an issue with you know, getting it up. Quite the opposite in fact. If she so much as looks at me it’s like hello! But she’s…she’s not…she’s never.” Lucifer fumbled over his words, unable to really express his issue despite being here to do just that. It was stupid really, Lucifer knows that but when he really thinks about why he has such an issue with being with you physically it all boils down to the fact that Lucifer would be your first lover and he was terrified of messing it up and hurting you.

Lilith had been Lucifers first, but he hadn’t been hers, Adam having staked that claim before Lucifer had even set eyes on his future wife. Her encounters with the first man had been rather disappointing and as a result the two of them had been given the opportunity to learn each other’s preferences together though Lilith had most definitely been the one to lead in the early days of their relationship, teaching Lucifer the best ways to please her. There hadn’t been anyone else apart from that one time with Eve but that had been done with Lilith’s blessing and the mother of humanity hadn’t been exactly virtuous at the time either. The point was that Lucifer had never been anyone’s first and even though he has eons of experience he still feels ill-equipped to be given such a precious gift.

Lucifer wanted your first time to be special, like world altering seeing fireworks special and he wasn’t sure how to do that when he had spent eons being the one being led, perfecting his skills to please one person in particular. You weren’t Lilith and Lucifer didn’t want to treat you like you were her, but he had no clue how he was supposed to make your first time together as spectacular as he wanted it to be without doing at least some of the things Lilith had enjoyed so much. He’s being ridiculous, Lucifer knows that but it’s a lot of pressure to put on someone, especially someone struggling to keep their seemingly ever grown sex drive under wraps long enough to actually figure out what to do.

Sighing, Lucifers dragged a hand down his face and sunk down further into the chair. He needed to be honest if he expected Asmodeus to be able to offer any sort of advice or potion that would help with his problem. It’s embarrassing, even hurts his pride a little bit but Lucifer manages to get it out without sounding like a complete lunatic. “She’s never been with anyone before, and I don’t want to rush her into something she isn’t ready for because I’m too horny to control myself around her. I just need something, anything to help take the edge off, just until she’s ready.” Once it’s out there Lucifer feels a little lighter, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. It leaves him feeling hopeful, like there might be a light at the end of it all, a light that's quickly extinguished when Asmodeus finally speaks after what feels like hours.

No. Asmodeus had said no. Not ‘I’m sorry old pal but nothing like that exists’ or ‘sorry my friend but I can’t do what you ask’. He had straight up said no, to him, to Lucifer, to the King of all Hell including this ring and all the ones beyond. This was getting a habit, people telling him no and Lucifer wasn’t too keen on the trend it was setting. Before Lucifer could demand to know what he meant by no, Asmodeus was talking, explaining that “there is nothing I can give you that will be of help to you but what I do prescribe is that you talk to her Lucifer, because from what you have just told me it seems quite obvious you’re not the only one feeling the physical effects of your love for one another.” Lucifer stares at his friend in confusion, brows drawn down and a frown firmly in place.

Asmodeus thought it was obvious that Lucifers physical need for you wasn’t one sided. That he was “so hung up on the fact that she’s never been with anyone before that you’re completely missing all the signs she’s giving that prove she’s ready for more.” That can’t be right, can it? Lucifer was sure he would know if you had been trying to seduce him. He wasn’t that dense. Was he? It left him more confused than he had been when he had arrived in lust, mind scrambling to replay every moment he had spent with you in case he had missed something. Asmodeus chuckles at Lucifers silence, gently guiding him to the door and urging him to “go home and think about it Luci, you’ll be surprised by what you learn.”

Lucifer had done just that, not paying attention to the whispers of the imps and lesser demons that he passed. He had a lot on his mind, a lot of things that needed his upmost attention because he needed to know of what Asmodeus had said was true and Lucifer really had been brushing off every attempt you had been making to seduce him. He went all the way back to the first few weeks after the two of you had officially started dating, remembering fondly how every kiss had been chase and every touch had you blushing the most delectable shade of red.

It must have been about three weeks after your rooftop date when the first incident had happened, Lucifer getting so caught up in you that he failed to notice what he was doing until you let out a started yelp, pulling away from him and almost falling off the edge of table you were sat on. Lucifer didn’t remember picking you up to place on the side table down one of the hotels many corridors, nor does he remember slotting himself between your legs and deepening the kiss beyond anything you had shared before. Apparently, he had done that and more though because as he had followed your wide eyed look of shock Lucifer had become hyper aware of his erection staring against his zipper and how he had pushed himself tight against your core, letting you feel every inch of him.

Embarrassment had been the first emotion to register, Lucifer jumping away from you and pressing himself against the opposite wall. He had apologised, rambling out some nonsense about work before dashing off to his apple tower and trying to avoid any of the other souls that may be lurking in the shadows. When he was finally safely locked away in his rooms Lucifer had berated himself for such crass behaviour, but it didn’t matter how often he called himself disgusting, pig, pervert or scoundrel it didn’t chase away the feeling of you against him. The way your hands had tightened on his shoulders when he had first slipped his tongue inside your mouth, or how you had wrapped your legs around him when he slid his hands under your ass and urged you up. And it especially couldn’t erase the way he had slotted so perfectly against you, able to feel your warmth even through two layers of fabric. That day was the first time he had gotten himself off to thoughts of you, gasping and moaning into his pillows like the pathetic mess he was, the endless possibilities of what if playing through his mind. He had felt so ashamed afterwards, like he had violated you somehow. It hadn’t sat well with him, and Lucifer had promised himself that he would do better, be better going forward.

From then on Lucifer had been hyper aware of his desire for you as well as being unable to forget the way you had stared down at his erection in a mixture of surprise and horror. Had it been horror though? Lucifer had been convinced at the time that you had been disgusted and put off by his obvious arousal but now he was really thinking about he wasn’t so sure. You had been surprised, that he was certain of but if he was remembering correctly it had been more like curiosity than horror. How had he gotten it so wrong? Lucifer had been convinced that you hadn’t wanted that from him, at least not yet anyway, put off by his experience and rather insistent desire for more. He had thought he would be rushing you into something you weren’t ready for, fixating on the fact that you had never been with another so you wouldn’t know what all your little touches and hooded looks did to him. But you did know, had been doing it on purpose all these months if Asmodeus was to be believed and like the complete idiot that he was Lucifer had just brushed them all off as innocent little gestures that were sent to test his resolve.

All those gentle touches that had lingered a little to long, the slightly suggestive words whispered in his ear, the kisses that were often followed by a nip to his lip, the posses that looked like somewhat innocent versions of Angel Dusts, the boldness of you crawling into his lap and taking control of a kiss that hat left Lucifer breathless. There were so many things Lucifer had missed or glossed over, his own fears about doing right by you making him blind to what you were desperately trying to offer him. He was an idiot, a truly spectacular dimwit who had royally screwed himself over and all because he had been incapable of seeing what was right in front of him.

Asmodeus had been right; Lucifer really hadn’t seen what had been right in front of him this whole time, but he saw it now and he was going to damn well show you that he was ready too. As long as you will still have him that is.

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Virginity Can Be A Fickle Thing: Part Three

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He sat up, and due to our position he bought me with him. I couldn’t help but hold my breath as I stared up at him, taking in the shock and surprise that was reflected in his brown eyes. I blinked myself out of my trance and was about to start apologising when he leaned down and captured my lips with his own. My hand went to his shoulder in an attempt to brace myself. I’d never been kissed like this before, with such tenderness and passion. It made my body feel like it was on fire. It made my knees weak. It made me feel dizzy and overwhelmed with my love for him, and his apparent love for me.

He gently pulled away, resting his forehead against mine, and when my eyes fluttered open I was met with his warm brown eyes observing me with so much love and adoration that I swear I felt my heart skip a beat.

‘I’m in love with you too, Y/N.’

We shared a grin of pure happiness before our lips met again, my hands falling to his hair this time while his went to my waist. I relished in the softness of his hair before Lucifer pulled me onto his lap so that I was now straddling him. His action pulled a gasp from my throat and allowed his tongue entry into mouth. My tongue met his tentatively, but my insecurity at being inexperienced ceased to matter because the devil had enough practise for the both of us. He led the kiss so expertly that I quickly forgot about how I’d never done this before, and instead fully submerged myself into the pleasure of it. I pushed off the blanket that was still clutching to my shoulders and stopped our kiss for a moment while I removed my white blouse, revealing the white lacy bra I was wearing underneath. Lucifer’s hungry eyes took me in, his iris’ somehow becoming darker at the sight of my partially naked chest. My eyes fell shut as his hands moved slowly from my hips to the halfway point on my back, pausing at my bra clasp. I wondered for a millisecond if he was going to take it off before I felt the cool air meeting my breasts and then Lucifer’s mouth closing around my right nipple. A moan fell from my mouth and my hand wound in his hair as a jolt of pleasure went straight to the desire growing in my stomach.

He released my breast with a pop, paying the other equal attention before he kissed up my chest, over my collarbone and pausing in the crook of my neck. He placed open-mouthed kisses on that spot before he sucked, causing me to involuntarily buck my hips into his. The friction generated from that action and the attention he was paying to the erogenous zone on my neck led to another moan falling from my throat, this one louder than the last.

I was so focused on the pleasure he was inflicting with his mouth that I didn’t even realise we’d moved until he gently placed me down on his bed, the sheets feeling cool against my flushed skin. His lips moved away from my neck and down, this time bypassing my breasts and kissing between them, he travelled down my stomach until he reached my black skinny jeans. That was where he paused; he slowly unbuttoned them before pulling the zipper down at the same speed. Some may have done this to build the tension, but I knew he was giving me chance to stop him if I wanted to. When I didn’t say anything even after my jeans were off, he gave me a gentle smile and gently pulled off my underwear before he kneeled on the ground, spreading my legs wider to provide more access.

His middle and index finger went to my folds, spreading the wetness that had gathered for him around to cover my whole clit. At this point, I couldn’t hold back the sounds of pleasure that were falling from my mouth. He slipped a finger inside of me, pumping a few times before adding another, and then another. I knew he was stretching me out so that it wouldn’t be as painful when he was inside of me, but I couldn’t focus on my gratitude for his thoughtfulness because I knew I was reaching my first orgasm. I could feel the coil in my lower belly growing tighter and my hips jolted up in reaction, allowing Lucifer to plunge his fingers inside me faster and harder. I think I’d screamed his name as I fell over the edge, but I’d come so hard that my ears were ringing and I was pretty sure I’d blacked out for a second from the pleasure, so I couldn’t be certain.

When I’d recovered enough to become aware of reality, Lucifer was hovering over me and gazing down at my face with an expression full of so much tenderness that I felt my heart squeeze in my chest. I reached up, using his shoulders as leverage to pull him down for a soft kiss in an attempt to silently tell him how much I loved him. From the way he gently caressed the side of my face as his lips moved with mine, I knew he understood.

I didn’t remember him removing his pants, but I knew they were gone when I felt him sliding through my folds and covering himself with my juices. ‘Are you ready, darling?’ his tone was husky with desire.

I smiled and lifted my hand to caress the side of his face. I felt my heart skip a beat when he leaned into my touch, ‘I’m ready.’

Without further hesitation he slid inside of me. His head went to the crook of my neck and my hand moved to his hair, gripping the strands as I grew accustomed to his size. It wasn’t painful as such, more uncomfortable, but Lucifer waited patiently and laid kisses onto the same spot he’d found earlier on my neck that had garnered such a receptive response. I assumed he did it so that my pleasure overrode any discomfort I was feeling, and it worked. It wasn’t long before my grip loosened from his hair, my hands going to his shoulders and gently gliding down his spine, which was all the encouragement he needed. He moved expertly, setting a pace that had my toes clenching in mere minutes due to the overwhelming pleasure that was coursing through my body.

I breathed his name, kissing the side of his neck and moaning when his pace picked up ever so slightly. I could feel an orgasm building within me; that coil deep within my stomach was winding tighter than ever before, my breath was quickening even more and my hips were bucking up to meet his, eager to be rewarded with release. As if he sensed it, one of his hands moved between us and slipped into my folds. His hand met the same pace as his hips and that was all it took for me to fall over the edge with a scream of his name. But he didn’t stop, instead he sped up, his hands pinning mine against the mattress above my head as he pounded into me at a relentless pace. As he chased his own orgasm, he drew out mine so much so that I swear at one point, I was floating from the pure euphoria that bubbled throughout my bloodstream.

‘Bloody hell, Y/N,’ he groaned, his voice coated with such pleasure that I swear I could’ve come from those words alone.

I was so consumed with him in that moment, the punishing pace that he was moving inside me, the way his hands squeezed mine to keep them in place, how his quickened breath mingled with mine as he stared down into my eyes. I felt him twitch inside me as he came and was surprised myself when that triggered another orgasm from me. But I couldn’t help my moan at the feeling of my walls essentially milking him for all of his come. He moaned too, the sound making me involuntarily clench tighter around him, triggering him to release a sound that was a mixture of a curse and a groan.

Lucifer collapsed on top of me, although he was careful not to crush me. I realised he hadn’t removed himself from inside me, but I didn’t mind so I didn’t say anything. We lay there silently, him gently caressing my waist, while I took advantage of his head resting on my chest by running my fingers through his hair. After a while I could feel my eyes drifting shut of their own accord, and I didn’t fight it, allowing the darkness to consume me. Just as I was on the cusp of unconsciousness I heard four words that followed me into sleep and left a soft smile on my face.

‘I love you, Y/N.’

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Virginity Can Be A Fickle Thing: Part Two

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It had been exactly one week since Lucifer and I had made our “arrangement.” I had been more than willing to go through with losing my virginity to him then and there, but he had insisted that he wanted me sober and completely aware of what I was agreeing to. Maze had been surprised when I told her, but I wasn’t at all taken aback by his actions—he’d always been kind and considerate with me; it was one of the things I loved about him.

Lucifer had told me to take one week to really think about whether I wanted this, and if my answer was yes all I had to do was find him and he would happily take care of all my sexual desires—his words, not mine. And I was sure, my mind hadn’t changed after I’d sobered up, if anything that made me even more certain. He was right, he fulfilled every quality I wanted the first man I slept with to have and more, if that were even possible. I was ready to do this. Which was how I’d found myself getting a cab to Lux and wondering in, looking for the sexy devil—he was usually easy to spot in a crowd and my inability to do that convinced me that he wasn’t here. So, I wondered over to the bar, managing to snag a seat as I waited for Maze to be free.

‘If you’re looking for Lucifer, he’s upstairs. Didn’t feel like partying tonight.’ Maze’s voice snapped me out of my trance, ‘there’s a first time for everything I guess.’

‘Is he okay?’ I asked, concerned.

Maze shrugged, ‘he didn’t want to talk to me, maybe you’ll have better luck.’

She gestured towards Lucifer’s personal elevator and I headed over to it without hesitation, typing in the code that took me straight up to his floor. The ride was quick and soon I was stepping out into the devil’s penthouse, feeling the ball of concern grow in my gut at how quiet it was.

‘Lucifer?’ I called out, not noticing him in his living room or kitchen, so I decided to head towards his bedroom and he was in there, well technically. He was on the balcony that adjoined onto the room, his hands braced on the railing as he looked out onto the sparkling city below him. He was shirtless and his shoulders were slumped as if he were defeated. I didn’t hesitate and stepped out into the chilly night air, gently closing the glass door behind me and standing next to him.

‘It’s a beautiful view.’ I murmured quietly, not wanting to disrupt the quiet bubble that existed around us in that moment.

I gazed away from the city and over to him, startled when I saw he was already watching at me. His eyes were rimmed red as if he’d been crying; he looked so vulnerable that I just couldn’t hold myself back. I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. My own eyes fell shut when I felt him rest his head against my shoulder; he seemed to fall into me, no longer strong enough to hold himself together. We didn’t speak, I just continued to hold him, one hand stroking along his spine and the other moving through his hair, both gestures intended to comfort him. By the way he seemed to relax in my arms, his muscles unwinding from the tense state they’d been coiled in before, I assumed it was successful. I had to hold back my own tears when I felt a few fall from his eyes and onto my shoulder. This was Lucifer, a man that was usually brimming with confidence, authority and a questionable sense of humour. To see him so crushed and helpless broke my heart and made me want to destroy whatever had hurt him.

I don’t know how much time had passed when his head lifted from my shoulder to look down at me. His eyes were still red from crying, but the pain that had been present in them before had reduced exponentially in size. Now, the softness in his gaze was making my insides melt, I didn’t know what it meant or why he was looking at me like that but you’d never find me complaining about it.

‘What happened?’ I murmured, involuntarily leaning into his touch when he caressed the side of my face.

‘I’ve had a terrible day,’ he smiled gently at my reaction to his touch, ‘someone stole my wings.’

‘What?’ I startled, feeling anger bubbling up in my belly at his behalf, ‘who?’

‘I don’t know, but I assure you I will be getting them back.’ His tone bled with so much certitude that only an idiot wouldn’t have believed that.

‘Still, I’m sorry. I know you asked Maze to cut them off for a reason, but they were still important to you, or you wouldn’t have kept them all this time.’

‘They were a part of me once, a gift from my father.’ He said, which I already knew but I suspected the purpose of his words weren’t to inform me, ‘it feels like a part of who I am has been stolen.’

‘Those wings are just a physical representation of that part of you. Lucifer, that piece is still inside of you,’ my hand moved from his spine to cover his heart, ‘and it’s a piece that no one can ever steal, because it’s a part of who you are. As for the wings, you’ll get them back. I know you will.’

Just as I was starting to worry that I’d said something wrong, his lips met my forehead and as he tenderly kissed the skin whispered, ‘thank you darling.’

‘I’m always here for you, you know that.’ I replied, albeit a little shakily; the kiss had thrown me off. I’d never been kissed on the forehead before and I hadn’t expected it to feel so intimate, or for my skin to tingle so much.

‘Right, well I think I’m due a night in.’ he announced abruptly, making me jump a little.

I had to hold back my frown when he moved away from me, taking the warmth that had wrapped around us both with him.

‘I’ll go and get some drinks.’ He smiled a little nervously, which was a drastic contrast to Lucifer’s usual suave confidence.

I followed him through his bedroom and into the living area. I took a seat on the sofa as he went to the kitchen and I couldn’t hold back my smile as my eyes fell on the blanket folded on the love seat. It was something he hadn’t owned until he’d met me—I got cold easily and after I’d been over a few times to hang out he’d noticed my sensitivity. The next time I’d come over the blanket had been on the loveseat, which was where I usually sat. I’d smiled so big and hugged him for his thoughtful gesture. He’d waved it off, but the smile on his face told me he was happy with my reaction. I migrated over to that seat, unfolding the blanket and snuggling underneath it. My eyes slid shut as I relished in the softness of the grey fabric. I didn’t know where he’d got it from, but it was the fluffiest thing I’d ever had wrapped around me.

‘You’re not falling asleep on me are you, darling?’ Lucifer’s amused voice caused my eyes to snap open.

I narrowed my eyes playfully as I accepted my water from him and lifted up the left side of the blanket so he could slide in next to me. Us cuddling together was an action that we were both used to by now. It had started after I’d fallen asleep on his shoulder one night a few months ago. I’d woken up cuddled into his side and we’d both agreed there and then to do it more often, seeing no reason why not.

‘Not yet. Give me an hour.’ I teased, my eyes actually starting to feel a little heavy.

‘Long day?’ his arm wound around my shoulders so that I could settle more fully onto his chest. A long breath left me as I eased into a state of relaxation that only Lucifer could induce.

‘Not really.’ I said, my index finger absently drawing shapes on his chest. The truth was, I’d spent most of the day trying to find the confidence to come over and take the devil up on his offer, but I didn’t want to mention that now—I didn’t want to draw attention to my lustful desires. His problem was more important.

‘I’m always tired when I’m around you, it must just be your personality.’ I teased, grinning when I both felt and heard him chuckle at my jesting.

‘And people say I’m the devil. It seems to me that you could give yours truly a run for my money.’

‘Don’t sell yourself short.’ I lightly scolded him, but the sting was taken out of my words when he started running his fingers through my hair, soothing me so much that I swear my bones melted.

It was strange; before I’d met Lucifer, I’d never felt this comfortable around a man. Usually I didn’t know how to talk to the opposite sex, but that was an obstacle I’d never had to face in the past year that I’d known him. I could tell him anything without fear of judgement and I knew I could trust that whatever I told him would stay between us. I could count on him to be there for me when I was sick, sad, or downright depressed. He always took the time to ask what I needed, and no matter what it was, he would do it for me. Like when I’d got my period after a month of us knowing each other, he’d offered to have a lazy day with me. He went all out—bought some cheesy movies on Amazon prime, stocked up on chocolate and ice cream, hell he’d even worn sweats so I wouldn’t feel out of place in my pyjamas. That had been the first time someone had done something so thoughtful for me, and I hadn’t even asked, he just knew what I needed before I did. And just as he was there for me when I needed him, I was there for him. I’d been there when his friend and therapist, Linda, had froze Lucifer out when she’d found out that he’d been sincere about his true identity. Though I think the biggest turning point in our relationship for him had been when he’d shown me his true face. It had been after Chloe had seen it; that had been the act that finally convinced her of his individuality. He’d been so… sad that someone he had considered his friend had rejected him in the revelation of who he truly was.

That night, I’d gone over to comfort him, not knowing the exact details but I’d had a bad feeling when he didn’t answer any of my calls or texts. One thing had led to another and he’d transformed. It had only been for a second, but I hadn’t run, nor had I been surprised. He’d questioned my reaction and I’d told him that while I’d never seen or asked about his other face, I’d assumed it had existed. Call me crazy, but I’d believed him when he told me he was the devil. After getting to know him and observing his disgust and low tolerance for lies, it wasn’t hard to deduce that he was being sincere. So that was that, and we became closer than ever before.

Over the past year, we hadn’t gone a day without talking to or even seeing one another. To be honest, I think I’d feel a little lost if I did, the ache in my chest at the mere thought supported that theory. I felt myself stiffen as I realised… this wasn’t how a friend felt about another friend. This was how a girlfriend felt about a boyfriend. How someone felt about someone they were in love with.

Oh. My. God.

I knew I had feelings for him, and that I loved him but I didn’t know I was in love with him. Shit. What was I going to do? I took a deep breath, relaxing my muscles before Lucifer could question me. Was this a bad thing? Worst comes to worse, he doesn’t feel the same way. If that’s the case, I’d have to take some time to sort out my feelings, but I was confident we could still be friends. But the small chance that he may feel the same made me summon all of my courage.

‘Lucifer?’ I cleared my throat, my index finger resumed in making random shapes on his chest.

‘Yes, love?’

I took a deep breath. Here goes nothing, ‘I’m in love with you.’

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