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[voxslays]

NEW YEARS KISS

Lucifer x Reader; In which, Lucifer finds you quietly lounging on one of the upper balconies and decides to grant your new years wish…

Warnings: Fem!Reader, AFAB!Reader, Smut, Semi-public sex, fingering, Very spicy 🌶️, kinda ooc…

A/N: rereading this I realized this is kinda bad an ooc…sorry y’all.

It was New Year’s Eve. All of hell was celebrating—wether it be the welcoming of the new year, or enjoying their last day before extermination, the loud sounds of nearby party-goers and alcohol filled the air. Meanwhile at the hotel, it wasn’t much different. There was large countdown displayed on the screen, a countdown showing the minutes until the new year. Everyone was in the lobby, enjoying drinks and socializing—Everyone but you. You were on one of the many large balconies, simply watching all the chaos happening below.

Gazing out upon the tumultuous festivities below, Lucifer's piercing gold and red eyes narrowed as a weary sigh escaped his lips. He leaned against the balcony railing, the fabric of his elegant and perfectly pressed white suit billowing gently in the hellish breeze. “Another year in this circus we call existence…” He sighs, placing a gloved hand on one of his rosy cheeks. “I can’t believe extermination day is tomorrow.” You say sadly, thinking of all of the sad souls who will lose their lives.

His gaze snaps towards you, his eyes widening slightly at the mention of extermination. For a moment, he says nothing, his expression unreadable. Then, with a small, bitter laugh, he pushes off from the railing and turns to face you fully. “Ah, yes.” The king chuckles. “I hope Charlie’s plan works.” You sigh. “I don’t know what I’d do if it didn’t work.” Lucifer’s expression lightens as he looks into your eyes with a fierce intensity. “You really believe in Charlie's, don’t you?” He half-asks, half-states hopefully. “I do.” You confirm with a smile.

A smirk tugs at his lips. "Well, if anyone can pull off some ‘divine-level miracles,’” Lucifer makes a quotation motion with his fingers, “It would be her." He lets out a small laugh before his expression softens again. “So what are you doing up here?” You ask, pushing your hair behind your ears. “Not a fan of parties?” Lucifer chuckles, shaking his head. "Not particularly." He admits with a wave of his hand. "It was always more of a Lillith thing…" He sighs, looking back out over the celebrating demons. "I’ve always prefered the quiet." You laugh softly.

His eyes dart towards you, catching the soft sound of your laughter and something in him seems to melt slightly. "What?" His tone is gentle, almost sweet. “I just expected the king of hell to be different.” Lucifer's smirk returns, but there's a softness to it now. "Oh? And what did you expect?" He asks, leaning back against the railing and turning his full attention to you. "Fire and brimstone?” Luci jests. “That’s exactly what I expected.” You let out a small giggle. Lucifer lets out a hearty laugh, the sound rich and warm. "Well, I suppose I am a bit of a let down then." He teases, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Not exactly.” You joke playfully. Lucifer's laughter dies down, replaced by a look of curiosity as he studies you more closely. “Why don’t I show you who I am then?” Without waiting for a response, Lucifer reaches out and takes your hand in his as his lips meet yours. The kiss is warm and passionate as you two hold eachother closely to escape the cold of the hellish evening outside. “Happy new years.” Lucifer whispers into your ear gently as he moves his lips to your neck gently gnawing at the skin. “Happy new years.” You gently whimper into his touch.

He smirks against your neck, his gloved hand moving to your waist, pulling you closer while the other tangles in your hair. "You should make a wish." He breathes against your skin before pulling back slightly. "Though…I may be able to grant it for you instead." You let out gentle whimpers as he continues to suck and bite your skin, slowly moving down to your collarbone. You can feel one of Lucifer’s gloved hands sliding up your back while the other remains firmly on your waist. He reaches your shoulder blade, his fingers splaying out as he continues his gentle assault.

He can feel your delicate bones under his touch, making him pause briefly before continuing lower, his gloved fingers spreading out across your back. You let out little cries of pleasure, wanting nothing more than to be his. Lucifer's smirk widens as he hears your cries, a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Mmm, so responsive…" He murmurs appreciatively, his lips trailing from your collarbone back up to your jawline. You can feel his devilish fingers at the band of your pants, slowly pulling them down.

His gloved fingers then hook onto the waistband of your panties, slowly tugging them down as his other hand tightens around your waist possessively. He can feel your warm breath against his neck, making him shudder slightly as he pulls your pants lower. With a swift motion, Lucifer spins you around, pressing your front against the cold balcony railing. The cold gives your arms and legs goosebumps as you grip the rail tighter. He stands behind you, his chest pressed against your back as he leans down, his lips finding your ear again. "Hold on tightly, darling."

He whispers darkly, his gloved hands gripping your hips tightly. With that, Lucifer pushes you forward, your hands slipping on the railing as he holds you in place. The cold metal digs into your palms as you struggle to keep your balance, your legs spreading wide to compensate. Lucifer smirks to himself as he watches you struggle to keep your balance, his hands slowly trailing down to your inner thighs. He spreads your legs even wider, the cool night air hitting your most intimate parts. "So beautiful…" You let out a small cry.

He ignores your cry, instead running his gloved fingers teasingly up your inner thighs, spreading you wider still. He can feel your shivering as the cold air hits you, making you whimper and cling to the railing more desperately. "You're doing so well…" He says before pushing a single finger in. He lets out a dark chuckle against your neck, his finger moving slowly in and out. "Such sweet sounds you make…" He adds another finger, stretching you further. “ngh!” Lucifer chuckles darkly as he watches you squirm and moan beneath his touch. "So responsive…" He murmurs, his gloved fingers curling just right to make you gasp. Suddenly, he withdraws his fingers, eliciting a whine from you.

Before you can even process what's happening, Lucifer spins you back around, his arms wrapping around your waist as he lifts you up. "I think it's time for your wish to be granted, don't you?" He says, his voice dripping with darkness and intent. “Lucifer!” You whine. He carries you back inside, the cold night air forgotten as he strides purposefully through the hotel. He finally reaches a door, unlocking it and pushing it open to reveal a lavish bedroom.

"Welcome to my room, darling." He says, gently placing you on the bed. He slowly unbuttons his shirt, revealing his chiseled white chest and abs. He kicks off his black leather boots and slowly unbuckles his belt, his eyes locked onto yours the entire time. He steps out of his pants, standing before you in just his ducky boxers. "Now, for that wish…" He climbs onto the bed, his boxers the only thing between him and you as he settles himself between your legs. "I'll grant it, but be warned, darling…once I do, there's no going back." He says, his voice low and husky with desire. “I know.” You gasp.

A slow, wicked smile spreads across his face at your words. "Good girl." He murmurs, hooking his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulling them down, freeing his thick, hard length. He rubs the head of his cock against your wetness, teasing you for a moment before pushing forward, his thick shaft stretching you open as he sinks inside. "You feel incredible…" He groans, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he starts to move. Luci sets a brutal pace, pounding into you with deep, powerful thrusts. The bed creaks and shakes with each impact, your cries of pleasure and pain echoing through the room. "So tight…" He growls, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. You let out little moans and whimpers as he fucks you mercilessly.

He leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans as he continues his relentless assault. His tongue pushes past your lips, dominating your mouth just as his cock dominates your pussy. He breaks the kiss, panting heavily as he stares down at you with playful lust-filled eyes. He sits up, grabbing your legs and positioning them over his shoulders, going even deeper into you. "You're doing so well , sweetheart…" He praises, slapping your inner thigh teasingly. You feel your climax rapidly approaching as you clench around him, crying and moaning.

He notices your impending orgasm and smiles, picking up the pace even more. He reaches between your legs, rubbing your clit in fast, rough circles as he continues to pound into you. "Come for me, darling." He commands, his own orgasm building. He slams into you one final time, burying himself deep as his release hits. Your own climax crashes over you at the same moment, both of you moaning and gasping as you ride out the waves of pleasure.

"Such a beautiful sight…" Lucifer pulls out slowly, a trickle of his release dripping from you as he does. He gently lowers your legs from his shoulders, running his hands up them possessively. "My darling…" He murmurs, nuzzling into you as you fall asleep in his arms, happily welcoming the new year.

A/N: last post of 2024!! I am so thankful for all 630+ of my followers! I never imagined I would ever start writing fanfics lol…but I’m glad I did and I could share them with you. Can’t wait for you to see what’s in store for 2025!

[katnisspeetaprim]

Clipped Wings

Lucifer Morningstar/Fallen Angel!Reader.

Based on this post by @helluvapoison who asked me to tag them when it's done! This is my first time ever writing for Hazbin Hotel, so I'm so sorry if it's bad, I just couldn't stop myfelf from writing this!

Warnings: mutilaton menions, kissing, crying, established relationship, angst, fluff.

Word Count: 706 Hazbin M.list

Getting undressed after a long day was the best feeling in the world. You and Lucifer had come down to help with Charlie’s hotel grand re-opening, and you loved Charlie you really did, but the girl could be a lot sometimes, especially when it was something as important and exciting as this.

You sat down on the bed in your underwear and stretched out your sore muscles with a sigh of relief.

You couldn’t help but smile when you felt Lucifer’s hands run across your shoulders as he knelt behind you on the bed.

‘Hey pretty lady.’

‘Hey yourself.’ You grinned back as he began to kiss along your neck, pausing to gently at the base causing you to tremble slightly.

‘Stop.’ You giggled and pulled away. ‘We aren’t having sex in your daughters hotel.’

‘But that’s what hotels are for doll! Sexual debauchery!’ You shot him a playful glare over your shoulder and he threw his hands up in defeat.

‘Fine, I guess I can wait if you insist on being so cruel to little old me.’ You chuckled and smiled softly to each other and you fell into a comfortable silence. You again faced away and allowed him to continue massaging your shoulders.

You were almost falling asleep from the relaxing sensation of Lucifer’s touch, when his fingers began to travel down your back and ghost over the scars that lay in the middle.

He didn’t miss the way you tensed up when he reached that area, but you quickly relaxed yourself, not wanting to make him worry. The area was sensitive. Even though they were healed now, it took a long time from when they were first ripped away from you.

‘You never did tell me how you lost them.’ Lucifer spoke much more softly now, all sense of the playfulness you were used to was now absent.

You stayed silent, eyes now glued to the floor as you stayed frozen in place.

‘You don’t have to say anything.... But I want you to know you can trust me.’ There was an essence of a pleading tone to his voice. Lucifer loved you and he knew that part of your life was painful to think about, but he was desperate to know what happened. If he could ease your pain in any way, then he would do anything.

Lucifer placed another kiss on your neck but not like before. This one was soft, gentle even and most definitely comforting as he patiently waited for you to respond.

‘Adam wanted me to join the exorcists.’ You croaked out after a few moments, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat.

You couldn’t see his face, but his fingers still on your scars for a split second, before he continued to caress the raised skin.

‘I said no, obviously. But nobody but the exorcists were supposed to know so...’ You trailed off, no longer able to keep the tear at bay as you covered your mouth, trying to stop the sobs.

‘Adam did this to you?’ Lucifer all but growled out behind you. As if he didn’t have enough reasons to hate that narcissistic prick.

You let out a humourless laugh and shook your head.

‘No. The coward got Lute to do his dirty work... You can guess what happened next...’ You cast your eyes down in defeat as tears freely ran down your face.

The life you had down in Hell with Lucifer and your found family was amazing and you wouldn’t change what you had now for the world... But you would be lying if you didn’t sometimes miss everything you had and your friends in Heaven.

Lucifer wasted no time in enveloping his arms round you and pulling you back to cradle against his chest. He placed his head atop yours and just let you cry as you clung to him for dear life.

‘You don’t have to worry about him anymore.’ Lucifer soothed as his grip on you tightened. He was using all his will power to keep his own tears at bay for your sake. He had to be strong for you right now.

‘As long as I’m with you, nobody will hurt you again. That I can promise.’

[markpellegrinoimagines]

Redemption or Damnation??

Request from Anon: Can you do a story of reader losing their virginity to Lucifer?

Y/n = your name

H/c = hair colour

E/c = eye colour

Fem!Reader x Nick!Lucifer

Tw: Smut, Rough!smut, Selective Mute Reader, loss of virginity

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Summary: After their most recent hunt, the winchesters bring home a new face to the bunker, much to the surprise and interest, to its non-human inhabitants.

3rd p.o.v

Her gaze snapped between the two men who were protecting her. She'd lost count of the number of days she'd been held in this old barn, chained to a rotting post as she waited on her turn to be the beasts next meal. With each morning, she'd find its disgusting malformed features laid next her own and with each night she'd had to watch helplessly as it dragged in a new woman. Only for it to sniff at them and then cry out in a fit of rage as it began to rip them apart.

She didn't know why it'd kept her alive, what made her different from the rest. Was it because she couldn't scream? The stress of everything had her struggling to even make a peep, much less speak. On a good day, she was lucky if she could squeak out a hello to her land lady. But now here she was clutching to the back of a man who was easily 3x times her size.... As the second man set the decaying body of the beast who'd taken her, aflame.

Even as she watched its horribly scaled face crumble into ash and a relief she hadn't felt in weeks flooded through her, she couldn't bring herself to open her mouth and utter out the thanks these men deserved.

Every time, her lips would part, only for them to wobble and snap closed again. Even as she was slowly led out and they asked her question after question, she was unable to respond. Her own mind and body betrayed her like it always did. It took several minutes of them helping her get situated in the back of their car before she was able to get her shaking and numb hands to function properly and form the practiced signs she'd been taught at a young age.

The shorter of the two just looked at her like she'd grown a second head before turning to his friend with a look that Clearly said he thought she was a whacko. Sam, however, she's pretty sure that's his name, had a look of understanding before his features melted into the overly soft gleam of pity and support. It sent a small shiver down her spine, she hated pity.

His voice was slightly uncertain as he finally whispered out a small question, "Are you..mute?"

Y/n nodded her head with a small smile before she shuffled her hand in a so-so gesture. Her hands were slow as she form her signs.

-My name is Y/n, can you read sign?-

Sam's eyes scrunched up a bit before it smoothed out into a small smile.

"It's nice to meet you Y/n, though I think we both wish it wasn't under circumstances like this?" His lips pulled into a slightly weary grin that his eyes crinoline up in his attempt at humor.

Dean scoffed to his left, "Of course you know how to understand what..ever..it is that she's doing."

Sam rolled his eyes before turning his smile back onto you, "Y/n do you think you can tell me your address, or if you have any family we can take you to...?"

Sam watched her eyes dull slightly, and then she shook her head. She'd been gone so long that she doubted her apartment was still hers, and any family died when she was very young.

"Well, what about friends?"

Another shake of her head. Dean huffed, "let's just drop her off at the hospital Sam, the cops can deal with it after that..."

Dean was not prepared for the shaking hand that latched onto his sleeve and the watery wet eyes set on him. Her free hand was frantically signing out words over and over.

-please don't leave me, please, I don't want to be alone..-

She didn't want another one of those things to show up... they killed it... what if that made others like it angry..

Sam swallowed thickly, he could see the panic and slight fear in the girls eyes. It must have been horrible, stuck in a place like that, watching everything that thing did without even being able to scream or call for help.

Dean could see Sam's face fall, "No..we can't...sammy!"

"Just until she's healthy again, Dean, I mean..."

"What, are we just supposed to leave her at the bunker...with.. them!"

Sam scratched the back of his head, yet when he glanced back, meeting misty E/c eyes, his resolve crumbled, and Dean let out a huffy groan.

"We are so going to regret this.."

Y/n felt a little bad for causing any stress, but she didn't know what else to do. She had nothing anymore. At least with these two, she could try and repay them for saving her life. They mentioned a bunker... maybe she could keep it clean for them?

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Y/n eyed the metal door with a growing interest. Sam had been telling her about their profession during the week it took them to get here. Kansas sure was a bit a ways away from her original home. But the scenery on the way had been beautiful.

If she hadn't been captured by one, Y/n never would have even considered the existence of monsters. But now, with undeniable proof all she could do was take that info with stride and bury the anxiety that came with it, deep down, very deep down.

When Dean had pulled the sleek black car into what she could only describe as a fan boy batcave, she'd had to do a double take. If she was capable, she'd have let out a small hum of awe. There were several cars and a few bikes in the large open garage, and there was a metal door to what she assumed led to the place they called the bunker.

Sam said it was their home base, a place for them to go after their hunts. She could understand that. Her old home had felt like the only place she could relax and be herself, it was the only time she could ever hear her own voice without any stuttering that would come with it when talking to very few she trusted.

She stood next to Sam as he pulled a duffle bag out of the trunk of the car. Her fingers fiddled with the buttons of the shirt he'd lent her. It was huge in her. She was almost certain that he'd been a moose or a giraffe in a previous life.

Gently she tugged on his sleeve.

-Thank you for taking me with you, I know I caused you a problem with your brother..-

"Don't worry about it Y/n, you didn't have anywhere else to go, and you felt unsafe. I understand. It will take Dean a bit to warm up to you, but I'm sure you'll win him over with your treats."

A small blush bloomed across her cheeks. She'd made the off mention to Sam of having been working at a pastry shop before her kidnapping. The pay wasn't great, but she'd enjoyed it, and well Sam had been teasing her since.

"I do have to warn you though, that we aren't the only ones that live here... I suggest just staying out of their way for now... some of them are.. grouchy."

Y/ns head tilted to the side. The way he'd said that had been hesitant. Like he'd wanted to describe them in a different way. Her brows furrowed, and she ran a hand briefly through h/c locks.

-OK, is there anything I can do to repay you guys?-

Sam waved her off, "You don't have too!"

-I want to!- She shot him a large pout in an attempt at emphasis.

All she got in return was a small chuckle as he began to lead her into the main areas of the bunker. He was pointing out rooms to her as the past them, a gym, a firing range, storage, bathrooms.. it went on until they stepped into a large kitchen that her eyes lighting up In excitement.

Y/n slightly danced in place, a small whine getting caught in the back of her throat. Sam had gotten used to the small huffs and groans she would let out. He'd never actually met someone with selective mutism before. Her kidnapping probably didn't help at all with her disorder.

As he lead her out of the kitchen Sam felt a but of apprehension coil in his gut. He could hear the voices of the angels who lived in the bunker with them, getting closer as he led her to the main area. Stepping out into the room with two tables surrounded by a group of celestial beings made Sam's steps slightly falter. Enough for Y/n to run face first into his back with a small oof as the air got knocked from her lungs.

Y/n huffed, her lips parted but all she could get out was a low groan as she smacked a petulant hand into his shoulder...(she couldn't reach the back of his head)..

"Ah, sorry, Y/n. I lost focus.." His voice seemed to catch the attention of the group. And soon Y/n found herself slightly wilting under the combined stares of at least half a dozen men... really intimidating men.

E/c eyes snapped down to look at the floor as if it were the most interesting thing in existence. A jovial voice spoke up with a slight mocking tease.

"Heya Sammy! Did ya bring yourself home a new girlfriend? A pretty one at that."

Sam choked on air while Y/ns head snapped up with a horrified grimace on her features. She shook her hands in the air, her head shaking out a violent no. Then she turned to look at Sam he hands flying through her signs as he tried to keep up with what she was saying.

-NO! That's not-.. I'm sorry Sam!-

Soon Sam was waving off her own attempts at apologizing.

"No, no, you're OK Y/n. Don't listen to Gabriel, he's just being a dick." He ignored the offened shout from said man.

One of the other men was chuckling, "Seems like she really doesn't like the idea of being with you, Sammy!" The blonds eyes glinted mischievously, "Why don't you come over here and introduce yourself, darling? I'm Balthazar!"

Y/n shot the man, Balthazar, and unimpressed look. And just shook her head no. Finally, she took in the others. One of them was looking at her like a lost, confused puppy his trench coat was slightly bunched on his shoulders as he tilted his head at her.

Sam began to tug her closer to these new people, and she could feel her anxiety rear its ugly head inside her. Her motioned towards the trench coat man first, "Y/n, this is castiel. Cas meet Y/n, she's going to be staying here for a bit."

Y/n gave him a timid smile and a small shakey wave as she wavered under his intense stare.

"I..see. Dean was agreeable with this?"

Y/n drooped with a small pout. And Sam rubbed the back of his head with a small grin.

"He'll come around. She makes good cupcakes.." a small hand whacks his side followed by a huff.

Gabriel had perked up at the mention of cupcakes, "You bake?" His brows furrow though when all he gets is a small nod.

A loud scoff comes from Gabriel's right, a man with short black hair and cold blue eyes dug a piercing glare into her.

"You humans, always so rude and pathetic. If you're going to impose yourself on us, then you should at least speak and show some respect to yo -" Michael's words trailed off when the small sniffle filled the room. The eldest of the angels blinked in shock as small tears built up in the girls eyes, and she was suddenly pushing herself behind the Winchester. His shock only grew as he was leveled a harsh glare from the human moose.

"Michael, Y/n has mutism. She can't speak." Sam settled a hand on the girls shoulder, but she refused to poke her head back out.

Michael's brows furrowed. He was so used to the combative and annoying nature of the winchesters that watching the girl break down into tears from his words alone had been a surprise. He'd thought the girl to be a hunter friend of theirs.

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Lucifer let out a low huff. He watched the weak human girl with a sneer on his lips. What the hell was she doing here if she couldn't even handle a few harsh words. He wasn't sat at the table with the rest of them, so he'd been leant back in one of the chairs out of the way.

From his spot, he had the perfect angle of the girls tear streaked face. Mutism.. just another flaw proving his father's failure. Why had the winchesters even brought this girl here. It was obvious she was no hunter.

He tried to ignore the rest of the conversation to go back to his book. But he found his eyes continuously slipping back up to take in the girls appearance. As humans go...he guessed she wasn't exactly bad looking. With way, her eyes sparkled while filled with tears.

Lucifer found himself grimacing at his own thoughts as he let out a furious grunt and stalked out of the room. He missed the way E/c eyes trailed after him with a soft curiosity.

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Y/N P.O.V

My hands fiddled with the cupcake held gently in my grasp. I couldn't stop the fidgeting of my feet or quell the raging beat of my heart as I glanced up at the door with great hesitancy. It's been nearly 2 months since the winchesters accepted me into the bunker, and things had been going fine so far.

I'd taken up the cooking and organizing for them whenever they were here or off on hunts. Putting away research books back into their spots and making sure they had some travel snacks for on the road.

The angels... God, I'd been shocked when that'd been revealed to me...came and went. Though they were here most nights using the rooms they'd chosen as their place to perch. Balthazar was a constant flirt, Michael hadn't spoken to me as harshly as he had before, and Gabriel was all over me. Constantly snatching up things, I baked. Cas was kind but kept to himself unless it involved Dean.

The only one who didn't bother me was Lucifer. In fact, he always left the room as soon as I entered. I knew he wasn't afraid of me. He was the literal devil, and there was nothing to fear from an anxiety driven mess like myself. I was positive there was something deeply wrong with me, though.

I hated the thought of him disliking me. I knew all about the apocalypse and everything that went on. Sam had gone into great detail about the things the fallen angel had done. I appreciated the winchesters attempts at keeping me safe, but something about the blue-eyed devil just drew me in.

I let out a small sigh and gave a firm knock to the door. There was a shuffle from behind the door, followed by the thud of feet.

"If you winchesters need something...then don't." The door jerks open and the annoyed frown of the angel who'd been taking up all the space in her head came into view. "Oh...it's you.." lucifers eyes drilled through my own with an obvious confusion and a slight surprise.

I shuffled my feet again and then lightly thrust out my hands, presenting him with the red velvet cupcake. Its base was a deep blood red with the frosting being a dark purple. Lucifer stared down at the cupcake, unsure of what was happening.

My jaw trembled, as I parted my lips, "f-for...y-you" my voice was lower than a whisper and wrought with stutters. I barely even recognized it after going so long without speaking even in my own company.

The angels blue eyes had snapped up to mine in immediate shock, if it weren't for the obvious strain visible on my face and the dark red taking up my cheeks, I'm sure he would have believed it to be his imagination.

I was half expecting him to slam the door in my face, but I felt a certain relief when he reached out and plucked the treat off of my palm. He was eyeing me again with a certain interest that hadn't been there before.

"You went out of your way to make this for me, little human?...and what is it you want in return?"

My brow furrowed, and my head tilted, "n-nothing...Good night..." I winced at the crack in my voice and then scurried off down the hallway before he could respond.

Something was definitely wrong with me. I couldn't even bring myself to talk to the nice angel Cas or respond to Sam's puppy dog eyes. But for some reason, I'm able to talk to the human hating celestial being hell bent on human genocide? Being monste napped must have damaged me more than I thought?

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3rd P.O.V

Lucifer watched the girl all but sprint away from his door with flaming red cheeks and wide eyes. Almost absent-mindedly, he pulled the cupcake up to his mouth and took a bite. He was expecting the usual disgusting taste of molecules, but was shocking when his tongue exploded in flavourful he'd never experienced before. The deep chocolate of the red velvet and the sweet bite of the frosting had him finishing it of with a few more bites.

Is this why Gabriel was constantly shoveling candy into his mouth?

He leaned against his door frame as he thought about the human girl. If he were being honest with himself, it was the first time she'd crossed his mind. In his attempt at pushing her from his thoughts, he was always keeping a distance from her.

But even then, it did nothing to wain his infuriating interest. She was just...so innocent. Compared to any other human he'd met. The little human could barely hold his gaze without fidgeting and looking down with a blush. She did know who he was... right?

A small smirk grew on his lips as he ran his forked tongue across the bottom one. Maybe she wasn't as innocent as he thought...

Why else would she present him with a gift? Wasn't that one of the things humans do for courting or showing interest? He couldn't blame her. His impeccable taste in vessels and his celestial status would be any normal humans undoing.

His mind went back to her voice. He wasn't aware she could speak, didn't the moose say she was mute? It was scratchy from disuse, and if she really did have troubles with it...why speak to him first..out of everyone.

"How..interesting.."

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Y/n swallowed heavily and ignored the anxiety building in her gut. She was slipping books into their proper shelves in the library, and that usually wasn't a problem. Only usually, she didn't have glacial blue eyes digging into her back and watching her every move.

Lucifer was perched on one of the library chairs. He sat in it backward with his elbows resting on its back and his chin in his palm. It's almost like a hawk stalking it prey.

She'd be lying if she said she was scared. She wasn't. All her lizard brain could focus on was that he wasn't ignoring her. It was practically preening under the sudden attention. While the logical side of her brain was telling her this was bad.

Y/n frowned as she tried to reach up and slip a book into the top shelf. Damn giant, why couldn't Sam get a step stool for her and Dean to use? She swore the guy was putting stuff up on high shelves just to mess with her at this point. She stretched up the tips of her toes, but she still was able to reach the top shelf.

Her lungs constrict on themselves when a freezing cold chest pressed into her back, and chilled fingers slipped the book from her hold in order to push it into its rightful place. Her little gasp had brought a haughty smirk to the angels face as he slowly settled one of his hands on the swell of her hip, as if trying not to spook an animal.

The other stayed pressed against the library shelf, trapping her between the various books and the somehow hard yet soft planes of his body. She could feel the steel like muscle and the power in the places his arms brushed against her. Yet the stomach that began to push further into her was soft flesh stretched over hard muscle.

'Oh dear..' this was good at all. The natural cool sensation of his skin was seeping into her heated body, the duel feeling was casting a war unto her mind.

"It seemed like the little human needed a hand." The touch on her hip squeezed almost gently before she felt his thumb begin to rub teasing circles into the slip of barely revealed flesh. Lucifer let out a small tsk before sliding his hand forward to rest above her navel. He used this leverage to pull her back flush to his body. He could feel the fully body shiver that went down her spine, and the small gasp that slipped past her lips.

A small frown tugged at his mouth, that just won't do. He wanted to hear her voice again, something nobody here had heard but him. His hand slipped a little lower but didn't dare breach past the hem of her pants. He was many things, but consent would always be ingrained in his being.

Y/n was trying to stabilize her erratic breathing as she felt lucifers hand leave cold trails on her stomach. Meanwhile, other hand reached up to run a gentle finger along her jaw and then down her throat. The touch was feather light and teasing as she trembled in his hold.

"...L-Lucifer..." it was a small squeak in comparison to the baritone of his own voice that rumbled through her when the archangel let out a low groan. She was caught off guard by his body pressing her further into the bookshelf. Soft cool lips lightly touched this skin at the back of her neck before it was replaced by blunt teeth.

Lucifer left teasing nips and surprising gentle open mouthed kisses along her shoulder.

"Again...say it again, little thing."

Y/n gulped. She wasn't sure she could at this rate. Her chest felt like it was going to burst and her fingers were scratching uselessly at the spines of old books. She could feel lucifers hips practically digging into her from behind. Her mind was screaming at her to stop this, stop him, but the slick slowly growing between her thighs and her heart were begging her to give in.

She opened her mouth, planning to ask him to stop, but that not what came out. Instead to her slight mortification, a low moan of his name was breathed out instead. Her cheeks burned with slight humiliation at the raspy tone of her own voice. She'd never heard herself sound like that before. Not that she's ever been in a situation like this.

"Lucifer~.."

His groan was louder this as he moved his teeth up to the lobe of her ear, giving it a brief nip. Then he was gone. His hands were no longer traversing her body and his lips no longer searing invisible marks into her very soul.

Y/n whipped around only to have her back nearly slammed into the shelf as those hands began a more impatient exploration. She glanced up, meeting a pair of gleaming red eyes. Her breath hitched, and her lips parted in slight awe.

Lucifer took the opening to connect their lips in a clumsy and lustful kiss. Y/n let out a small whine as his tongue slithered into her mouth, it turned startled when two independent halves circled her own tongue and started mapping out her teeth and inner cheeks.

Lucifer was groaning into her mouth, as his hips rutted into her stomach. Nerves fizzled to life as she felt the hard length that pressed up into her. Was...that going to fit...?

Lucifer broke the kiss giving the human time to breath as he trailed his light bite down her neck. He latched his hands under her thighs and lifted her legs up to wrap around his hips. Her embarrassed and pleasure squeak echoed un his ears when he rolled his hips between the warm flesh of her thighs.

"That's a good girl, let me hear more of you. Be a good little pet."

Each squeeze of his hands on the backs of her thighs and the unhurried rolling of his hips earned him breathy little gasps, but he wanted more.

"I can make you feel good, can have you moaning and screaming out my name, all you have to do is say yes."

He felt her hands settled on hus shoulders and he pulled away from her neck when he didn't get any kind of response. Confusion coiled in his gut as she refused to even meet his gaze. Isn't this what she wanted?? Why else would she have brought him a gift and spoken to him..

Her whisper barely reached his ears, "I-Ive never.." her gaze shifted down to wear the obvious tent in his jeans was pressed firmly against her.

Lucifers eyes widened. Before his lids lowered into a satisfied smirk.

"A Virgin?" His groan bordered on a pleased moan as he pulled her away from the bookshelf.

A bout of vertigo hit her as the view of the library around them disappeared and was replaced by a shadowed room. Her back landed on the soft cushion of a bed with lucifer perched above her.

Y/n looked up at him wide-eyed, like a quivering bunny under the stare of a starving wolf. His grin was dark and lustful.

"I can't gift your body with pleasures it's never known unless you day yes."

She watched his split tongue travel across his lower lip as she swallowed. Her eyes were flicking in every direction as she tried to come up with some sort of excuse to turn him away. But even the part of her mind that had been screaming at her only a few mixture before had fallen silent.

"I-I..yes..."

That was all he needed in order to lunge into her space. His lips devoured hers in a hungry daze as his hands pulled her into place beneath hik like a limp rag doll.

That shouldn't have been as hot as it was. Her cheeks were burning now, as she felt her jeans slowly get pulled down the shape of her legs. She hadn't even realized that her feet no longer had any shoes until her pants had slipped off without restraint.

Lucifer looked down to take in the exposed flesh with a gleam in his eyes. He runs his chilled hands up the expanse of her thighs with an appreciative groan.

"You're so very tempting for a human. It's been a real chore keeping myself away from you, little girl."

Y/ns eyes widened at the admission, but she didn't get a chance to think about what that ment before a broad swipe of his tongue ran up the seam of her panty covered slit.

The squeal that built up in her chest earned her a chuckle. His tongue repeated the motion a few more times before it wasn't enough for him. The angel reached up, hooking his fingers in the soft, damp material before he pulled down her legs. He tossed them over his shoulder and then slipped his hands under her thighs. His grip was gentle but firm as her opened her up fully to his gaze.

Glancing up at her through his lashes he was met with an awed look. Her lips were open in a o as she gasped for breath. Tempting indeed.

Y/n couldn't describe the moment his mouth decended on her clit anything beyond devouring. His teeth dragged across sensitive flesh, his lips sucking harshly at her untouched button. His tongue would slip down to poke and tease at her damp entrance, swirling around the hole before running back up to latch onto her clit once more.

Her moans were music to his ears as she fell apart beneath him. He hasn't done this before, but the memories bouncing around in his vessels head were letting him know just what spots he needed to touch and leave quivering for more. He hasn't bothered with sexual interaction since the conception of his son, but there was something about this innocent little human that had him wanting to ruin her.

He wanted to see her eyes roll into the back of her head as she came apart on his cock. He felt his pants get tighter at the mental image of the girl. When he could feel her arousal beginning to drip down his chin and dampen his sheets he unlatched his lips from her overstimulated clit.

Very slowly, he ran his hands up her sides, leaving damp kisses up her stomach. With a snap of his fingers, her shirt and bra were gone, and he was left shirtless. Her small gasp brought a grin to his face.

"I'm going to take very good care of you, pet." Oh, he was going to ruin her. After this, there won't be a single human who would ever be able to compare.

Y/n slightly grimaced when his lips captured hers again. She could taste herself on his tongue, and it was a slightly salty and sweet taste. She got so distracted by the meeting of tongues, that she missed the clink of a belt and the rustle of fabric.

Y/n slightly jolted in his hold when the slick head of something cool to the touch gently brushed against her dripping entrance.

"Luci-"

"Shh.. I've got you." Lucifer surprised himself when her gently rubbed soothing circles into her hip as he slowly pressed his hip forward. He watched the way her face scrunched up at the intrusion, the uncomfortable stretched of her warm walls almost made him want to push the rest of the way in.

It felt like she was ducking him deeper, her body wanting more while she let out small whimpers.

"That's it, such a good girl. Almost there."

She let out a smell yelp when he shifted his hips in a sharp roll. Forcing his hips flat against her own as his cock Settles against the back of her dripping cavern.

Lucifers groan was long and drawn out. The hand not on her hip was digging tears into the sheets below them, and his jaw was clenched tight as he fought to keep himself still and wait for her to adjust. A low grunt left his lips when her legs circled his hips and her arms wound around his neck and shoulders.

"Y-..ou..can move.." he didn't even let her finish before he'd pulled his length free from her heat just to drill it back in with a harsh roll of his hips and a loud smack of flesh.

Y/ns moan was louder than any of the rest she'd huffed out that night, and lucifer only responded in kind. The pace he picked up was a concise rolling of his hips, his cock carving her open with each hip smacking thrust. Lucifer could feel her chest pressed up against his own as her caged her into the mattress.

Her symphony of noises were only driving him along further, she was usually so quiet and timid. Knowing that he could pull these sounds from her had his ego twisting in self pride. His brothers wouldn't be able to do this for her, he won't let them. She...was...HIS..

His arms wrapped around her waist pulling her flush to his body, as if he was trying to fuse the two of them together. The grind of his hips rubbed down into her clit with every pass and soon she was a whimpering mess.

"Lucifer! Please!" Her hands tangled in his hair as his lips attacked her neck.

"Say it again! Beg for it pet, I want to hear your desires."

There was no stutter to her words this time as her moaning pleas slipped free.

"Please, I'm almost there, you feel so good lucifer!"

"That's my good girl." He could feel her velvet walls clench down on him with the praise, he didn't mock her for it, but his lips pulled into a sinful grin. "Be a good pet for me Y/n. Let go, I want to feel you squeeze down on me as I fill you up. No one will ever be good enough for you but me."

Y/n whimpered as she felt that knot cinch8ng tighter in her gut, then his cock rammed into a spot that she didn't even knew had, and it sent her hurtling over the edge with a wrecked scream of his name. A deep moan rumbled into her neck as she felt a wet warmth begin to fill up her sensitive walls.

Her small whimper was devoured by his cold lips.

"Such a sweet little thing. And your all mine... Your voice, Your purity," his hips rutted his softening member deeper into her, "Your body, soul...and soon Your heart."

She was breathing heavily into his shoulder barely registering the words being mumbled into her hair.

"I will have it all."

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OK, so I know it's been forever since I've written on here!! I am sooooo sorry. But hopefully, this really long fiction that was honestly supposed to be like a fourth this length makes up for it!

Now there were some things here that weren't requested, but I had some thoughts that the anon gave me ideas for with their request!

[devilishdelights]

do u guys read. and like obey me. (yes you do) well look at THIS ->

Bodyswap -> you swap bodies with mammon and take it to your full advantage. It'll hopefully make you go hehe hoohooahahah. Complete.

Migraine buddies -> you and lucifer are migraine buddies and help each other cope. cringe feelings included. Complete.

Nightbringer 3-17 rewrite -> you hug and kiss ya boy mammon. cringe feelings also included. Complete.

Death's Zombie -> you're a zombie and thirteen thinks you're kinda cool :). Incomplete.

Everywhere I look I catch a glimpse of you -> collections of obey me ideas/stories i have. Incomplete. First chapter is mcxmammon.

All in second POV and a gender-neutral, appearance-neutral reader :) (If there's any mistakes on that lmk? tyty)

[burntsecrets]

Sins & Sweaters

Pairing: Lucifer Morning Star, Reader Word Count: 742 Prompt: @fluff-cember Day 4: christmas sweater Summary: Chloe ropes you and Lucifer into a Christmas sweater contest.  Warnings: mild language, holiday themes, light teasing/bullying, competitive behavior, festive over-the-top antics, brief mentions of Lucifer’s devilish nature, mild alcohol use A/N: I know days 4-8 are late, I thought I had queued them all up, but I guess I forgot. I went camping to take a break before I open my business. And it was so nice to detox, read, and go hiking with my doggo. 😊

The cozy glow of Christmas lights fills Lux, softening its usual sultry atmosphere. The holidays have crept in despite Lucifer’s best efforts to pretend they don’t exist. You’re perched on a barstool, swirling your drink idly while Lucifer plays a lazy melody on the piano. The notes fill the air like velvet, but the peaceful moment doesn’t last long.

The elevator dings, and in strides Chloe, her expression alight with purpose.

“Good evening, Detective,” Lucifer drawls without looking up from the keys. “To what do I owe the pleasure? Have you come to be dazzled by my musical brilliance?”

“Actually, no,” Chloe says, stepping closer and fixing him with a look. “I came to recruit you two.”

“Recruit us?” you ask, curious.

“For the precinct’s Christmas sweater contest,” she announces with a mischievous grin. “It’s for charity.”

Lucifer halts mid-chord, the sound reverberating ominously. “You want me—the Devil, the epitome of class and sophistication—to degrade myself with some... knitted monstrosity?”

“It’s festive, and it’s for a good cause,” Chloe says with mock patience. Then she adds the real kicker: “Dan’s already signed up.”

Lucifer’s eyes narrow. You can practically see the flames of indignation flicker behind them. “Detective, you insult me. I would never stoop to such frivolity.”

You exchange a glance with Chloe, both of you holding back a smile. If there’s one thing Lucifer can’t resist, it’s outdoing Dan.

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For the next week, Lucifer insists he won’t participate. “I have a reputation to uphold,” he declares more than once. But you notice little hints—secret phone calls, the way he eyes the rack of sequined sweaters at a boutique during one of your strolls through the city. Something is brewing.

Meanwhile, you find your own sweater: a bright green monstrosity with blinking reindeer noses. It’s charming in its hideousness, and you can’t wait to see the precinct’s reactions. You expect Lucifer to roll his eyes, but he doesn’t even comment, too preoccupied with whatever scheme is unfolding in his head.

✦✦✦✦

The night of the contest, Lux transforms into a surprisingly festive venue. The bar is draped with garlands, and soft jazz renditions of Christmas carols play in the background. When Lucifer emerges from his penthouse, your jaw nearly hits the floor.

His sweater is an event. Custom-made and impossible to ignore, it’s a red velvet masterpiece adorned with golden devil horns, sequined flames, and glittering stars. LED lights pulse along the edges, and every movement sets off a jazzy rendition of "Santa Baby."

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you say, stifling laughter.

“I never kid about fashion, darling,” he replies, striking a pose.

“What happened to being above all this?”

“If I must endure the indignity of participation,” he says with a smirk, “I’ll do so magnificently.”

✦✦✦✦

The contest is as chaotic as you’d hoped. Chloe is decked out in a knitted sweater with working Christmas lights. Dan jingles with every step in a sweater so covered in ornaments you wonder how he can move. Ella’s sweater features a full nativity scene, complete with a miniature star that actually twinkles. But when you and Lucifer step into the spotlight, the crowd erupts.

He plays it up, spinning you dramatically to show off the coordinated design he somehow convinced you to wear—a matching sweater adorned with tiny velvet flames. His hand lingers at your back as he bows, relishing the cheers.

The two of you easily take first place, a fact Lucifer brags about loudly as the night goes on.

✦✦✦✦

Much later, when the party dwindles to a few stragglers nursing their drinks, you find Lucifer back at the bar. He’s still wearing his over-the-top sweater, the golden horns catching the light as he sips champagne.

“Admit it,” you tease, sliding onto the stool beside him. “You had fun.”

He tilts his head, considering. “I don’t know if ‘fun’ is the word I’d use.”

“Luce.”

He sighs, the corners of his mouth curving into a reluctant smile. “Fine. It wasn’t... entirely dreadful.”

You laugh, nudging him with your shoulder. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He raises his glass, his smirk returning. “Let it be known, though, that this moment of festive indulgence was for the sake of victory. Nothing more.”

But as his gaze drifts to the trophy sitting proudly on the bar, you catch the faintest hint of something softer in his expression. Even the Devil, it seems, isn’t immune to a little holiday spirit.

[a-case-of-attachment]

Okay, writing prompt if you're interested. LuciferXreader, making out in a pile of rubber ducks. It may be weird as hell, but also really cute and funny. AND!! Laughter is a healthy part of any relationship!

Yes I’m interested!!!!!!!!!

I hope this is what you’re after, it kind of got away from me and I spent way too long thinking about what all those little duckies could do.

Lucifer had a problem, one of his own making that was yellow and sometimes quacked, maybe barked, there was even ones that spoke backwards and in riddles. They came in all kinds of colours and did all sorts of things. He had a purple one that could teleport, a rainbow one that shot confetti out of its mouth when it was squeezed, he even had one that glowed in the dark and played lullaby’s. The point was that Lucifer had made a lot of rubber duckies over the years but he didn’t realise quite how many until he was looking for one specific duck.

“Where are you, you little piece of…” Lucifer grumbled, his words trailing off as he dived into another mountain of ducks, sending them tumbling down to join the rest that had spilled over the floor. He had been at this for a while now, sending his work room into chaos and all because Charlie had been telling Vaggie all about one she had seen him making when she was a child. She hadn’t asked him for it and Lucifer had honestly forgotten it existed until she had brought it up but she seemed so enamoured with it that Lucifer had decided there and then that he had to gift it to her as a reminder of happier times in her childhood. The only problem was that he couldn’t find the damned thing and he was quickly running out of patience.

“You alright there love?” Lucifers head jerks up and round at your amused voice, blinking dumbly at the sudden brightness of the room. Your leant against the door frame, eyebrows furrowed slightly but a teasing smile tugging up the corners of your mouth. You were a vision, a ray of sunshine through the grey cloud that had been steadily forming over him. “Yep! Everything’s fine. Hahaha. A oh kay. What erh, what are you doing here darling?” Lucifer laughed nervously, his cheeks heating up with embarrassment at being found in such a state.

He had abandoned his hat and jacket ages ago, his sleeves pushed up to his elbows and his gloves somewhere within the sea of ducks. Lucifer had unbuttoned his collar at some point, his bow tie pulled loose and hanging around his neck like a sad flat little snake. His face must be flushed by now and his hair that was once neat and styled probably looked more like a birds nest now, stick up in every direction and clinging to his forehead.

“Charlie called me. Seems someone has been ignoring her calls and texts for the past couple of hours and she wanted me to check in and make sure they hadn’t gotten so involved in a project they forgot to eat again. Clearly she was right to worry.” You gave him a pointed look, clearly expecting an answer for his current predicament. Bitting his lip Lucifer let his eyes sweep across the carnage that was his work room and the vast amount of ducks he still had to get through. He needed help or he was never going to get through all these, not any time soon anyway and who better to help him than you? He always wanted to spend more time with you and this would keep you in close proximity for quite some time. It was a win win in his books and he was damn sure going to take full advantage of it.

Groaning Lucifer let his shoulders slump and looked back to you, finding you in the exact same position you had been in before though your eyes had softened slightly now, worry starting to creep in at the edges. “I’m looking for a duck,” he stated, nodding slightly after he had spoken like it was that simple of an answer. “Oh really? Never would have guessed.” Lucifer glared at your sarcastic reply, huffing loudly and crossing his arms over his chest in an overly obvious display of indignation that you both knew was just for show. The gentle laughter his behaviour got him sounded sweet, even as you rolled your eyes and pushed away from the doorframe. He always liked the sound of your laughter, like music that soothed his soul and made his heart ache all at once.

“Alright your majesty, are we looking for one in particular or is this a know it when a see it situation?” You raised an eyebrow at him in question as you sank down onto one of the few spots of clear floor. “It’s made of crystal, has a really cute teeny tiny crown on its head.” You hummed at Lucifers words, your attention now firmly on the ducks that surrounded you. “And when did you last see it?” Lucifer winced at your question, tugging at his already loose collar and refusing to make eye contact with you when you glance in his direction. “I don’t know, maybe a couple of centuries ago. Charlie was about five or six at the time.” You made a weird choked off noise when he said centuries, Lucifer catching a glimpse of your hand slipping on the pile of ducks you had been looking at and sending a couple more tumbling to join the ones that Lucifer was already half buried under.

He offered you an apologetic smile and hopefully his best puppy dog eyes in an attempt to soften any sort of regret you might be feeling at having sat down to help him. It must have worked because you sighed heavily before rolling your shoulders back and sitting up straighter. “It’s fine, we’ll find it and when we do you are sooo going to make it up to me with back rubs and kisses.” Lucifer agreed readily, nodding his head and promising you that and a thousand things more. “Right! We are going to do this one duck at a time, sorting as we go. We will have four separate piles, one pile for the ones that are just rubber ducks with a unique paint job and another for the ones that do something useful.” Lucifer opens his mouth to protest because all his duckies are useful but a quick glance from you has him closing it before he can even get a sound out. “There will also be a pile for ones that do pointless things and another for the ones that are just plain dangerous.”

“They are not dangerous!” Lucifer insisted, snatching up a random duck and squeezing it to prove his point. There was a loud click followed by sound of metal grinding together and Lucifer looked down in horror as the barrel of a pistol slid out of the ducks now open mouth. “Hahaha, how did that get there?” Huffing you held your hand out expectantly and Lucifer reluctantly handed the traitorous thing over, making sure the postal was safely back in place first. Without a word you leant over and pushed a section of the ducks out of the way, clearing a patch on floor in front of you. The gun toting duck was place down gently, looking way too sweet and innocent for what it hid within.

You picked up one from next to you and held it out towards Lucifer. “What does this one do?” He squinted at the thing, turning his head slightly to the side as he tried to remember what this one did. It was yellow like most of them except this one had a red rimed beak that made it look like it had lipstick on. “Lipstick!” Lucifer shouted out triumphantly, his sudden outburst causing you to startle. “It’s lipstick, retro rouge if I’m not mistaken.” You turned the duck toward you, tilting your head quizzically as you squeezed at its sides. It’s beak parted as a stick of bright red lipstick emerged. “Huh,” you said, loosening your grip on the duck so the lipstick went back in before placing it on the floor a few inches away from the other duck. You picked up another, this one yellow with black spots and held it out towards him. “What about this one?”

This goes in for hours, one duck after another and though it would normally be a rather tedious Lucifer is having fun. Some of his duck creations really are bizarre, like the one that changes colour depending on the time of day in Hawaii or the one that screams whenever someone says pineapple. There are some good ones though, like the one that generates a personal forcefield that’s lasts up to an hour when placed on your head or the one that cleans your bath after you’ve used it. The useful pile was a lot smaller than the others though, the useless ones needing a whole corner of the room to themselves. You had even found one that said ‘I’m quackers about you’ in a squeaky voice when squeezed, a little heart shaped box of chocolates with Lucifers hat emblazoned on the front held between its wings.

Lucifer had refused to hand that one over, especially when he realised you intended to put it in the useless pile. A had sat there, cooing at the thing and stroking its head whilst you glared at him. So preoccupied with the duck Lucifer didn’t have time to prepare himself as you suddenly lunged across the space, hands grabbing for the sweet little ducky. The two of you had spent far too long rolling around the floor and tussling for the duck until finally you came to a stop, sprawled across Lucifer and the both of you breathing heavily. You were close, head hovering above his as you stared into one another’s eyes. All Lucifer would need to do is tip his head back and then he would be able to kiss you, one of his favourite things to do these days. His eyes dropped to your lips as your tongue snuck out to wet them, your teeth nipping at your bottom lip enticingly. Lucifer sucked in a deep breath, his hand flexing on your waist where it had ended up in your little play fight. Your head lowered slightly, eyes darting down to his lips then back to his eyes as if asking permission that you really didn’t need. From down by his hip there came a loud quack followed by ‘I’m quackers about you’ then another quack effectively bringing a sudden end to the tension growing between the two of you.

The two of you dissolved into laughter, Lucifer wrapping his arms around your middle as you buried your face in his neck. You lead there for a while, laughing softly until that trailed off and the two of you when just lead there, holding one another and surrounded by ducks. It had been nice if a little weird but Lucifer wasn’t complaining. “It’s true you know,” he said softly, not wanting to ruin the moment but his words had you shifting, pushing yourself up slightly so you could look down at him with confusion. “What is?” Your voice was just as soft as you spoke, the hushed tone adding to the intimacy of the moment. Sighing Lucifer reached up, cupping your check and rubbing his thumb gently across it. “I really and quackers about you,” he deadpanned.

The stunned silence that hangs between you goes on a lot longer than Lucifer thought it would and despite how hard he tries he can’t help the large smile that spreads across his face or the laugher that comes bubbling out. Groaning loudly you finished pushing yourself up into a sitting position, shoving Lucifer back down when he tried to follow. “You’re terrible,”you mumble, shifting back over slightly to avoid nocking into a stack of ducks. Lucifers still chucking when he sits back up, effortlessly catching the rubber duck you half heartedly throw at him. “Mmmm, and yet you still love me.” Lucifer wiggled an eyebrow at you, leaning in slightly to emphasise the ridiculousness of the gesture. This time it was you who couldn’t help but smile, huffing in amusement and shaking your head at him. “Yeah, I do.” Lucifer beamed like the cat who go the cream at your words, always feeling like his heart could take flight every time you told him you loved him. Truly a bizarre phenomenon that would need much more research done into it, requiring you to tell him often and in multiple ways how you felt about him. “Now come on, this bloody duck isn’t going to find its self.” Lucifer took the duck you held out to him, a hot pink one with a flame branded on its chest, and quickly lent forward to place a kiss on the back of your hand before he started telling you all about the duck and how it could be set on fire and wouldn’t melt.

That had been a good few hours ago though and night had settled heavy over the city since then. Over half the room had been cleared now, Lucifer having opened a portal and dumped all the colourful, boringly normal ducks onto a sleeping radio demon to create some extra space for you both. There was still no sign of the duck he was after though and the both of you were clearly tired, the process having slowed down considerably in the last half an hour or so. He’s beginning to think it’s a lost cause, the duck long since lost or broken.

You yawn loudly, arms stretching out above you before you fall back into the heap of ducks behind you. The groan you make sounds almost painful as you wiggle in an attempt to make yourself more comfortable amongst the ducks. Your eyes close, hands disappearing into the sea of yellow above you. Despite how horribly uncomfortable it must be you look content and Lucifer wants nothing more in that moment than to crawl over there and join you, curling up against your side and resting his head on your chest so you can both get some much needed sleep. As much as he wanted to give into temptation Lucifer was determined to find the duck for Charlie, fixated on giving her that little moment of happiness and wonder that had stayed with her since childhood. That didn’t mean you had to suffer with him though.

“I think it’s time you were getting to bed darling, I can finish up in here.” Your eyes open slightly at his words, brows furrowed and your smile slipping into a frown. “Lucifer.” There was an odd tone to your voice, one that he probably should have paid more attention to but Lucifer assumed he knew what you were going to say so he kept on talking, turning away from you to continue looking through the ducks as he did so. “I know. I should be trying to get some sleep as well but you know I won’t be able to, (Lucifer), not till I’ve found this duck anyway and I really just want to surprise Charlie with it. She seemed so happy when she was talking to Vaggie about it and I just wanted to, (LUCIFER!)” Your loud cry of his name had Lucifer jumping, dropping the duck he had been holding to the floor with a loud splat as it oozed out like a marshmallow melting in the sun.

Laughing nervously Lucifer turns back to you, an apology already on the tip of his tongue but it quickly disappears when he sees what you’re holding. You’ve sat up, eyes fixed on your hand that you’re holding out towards him. In your palm sits a crystal duck, a small black crown sat atop its head styled similarly to Charlie’s own. Lucifer sucked in a breath, reaching out to take the thing from you with trembling fingers. He can’t believe you had found it, just when he was starting to lose hope. You truly must be heaven sent.

Without warning Lucifer lunged at you, flinging his arms around your neck and sending you sprawling back into the ducks with a yelp. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” Lucifer said between peppering your face with kisses. “Lucifer,” you laugh, turning your head to the side and giving him access to your neck. He places a few more quick pecks along your neck and the top of your shoulder before placing one final one on your lips.

“She’s going to be so surprised,” Lucifer beamed, pushing himself back up and turning towards the door, a wide smile on his face as he stared down at the crystal duck clutched in his hand. He didn’t get more than two steps towards the door before fingers wrapped around his wrist and stopped him in his tracks. Frowning Lucifer looked back over his shoulder at you, finding you looking at him just as confused as he was you. “Where are you going?” Lucifer blinked down at you dumbly because surely that was obvious? “To give Charlie the duck?” It came out slow and sounding more like a question, Lucifer even holding up the duck in case you had forgotten.

Your confusion smoothed out into understanding, a small smile curling up the corner of your lips. “Lucifer,” you said almost teasingly, tugging gently on his wrist until he turned to face you fully. “It’s the middle of the night love. She’s going to be asleep, and even if she isn’t she’s probably going to be doing something she doesn’t want her dad walking in on.” You look at him pointedly, waiting for your words to sink in. “Oh…ohhhh,” lucifers eyes went wide, looking down at the little duck in a mix of horror and embarrassment.

You chuckle gently, tugging on his arm and causing him to take a step towards you. “So why don’t you,” you plucked the duck from his hand, leaning back to place it on top of the coffee table before turning back to him and wrapping your hands around his wrists, “come back here and finish giving me my reward hum?” You tugged him forward and down, Lucifer’s knees hitting the floor on either side of your waist with a dull thud. You used your hold on his wrists to lift his hands and place them on your shoulders before gripping his waist and pulling him down and closer until he was sat in your lap. Lucifer blushed, licking at his lips and swallowing slightly. “I eh, I can do that.” You hummed at his words, lifting one hand to cup his cheek and guiding his lips down to yours.

The first few kisses were soft and slow, Lucifer humming gently at the addictive feel of your lips moving against his. He sank into you, getting more comfortable on your lap and letting his arms drape over your shoulders. The two of you stayed like that for a few long minutes, Lucifer content to spend hours just like that but it seemed you had other ideas. Pulling back you nipped gently at his lip, Lucifer letting out a little whimper at the sudden sting. Resting your forehead against his you slid both your hands up his back, pressing him as close to you as he could get. “Hold on tight,” you mumbled, placing a kiss against his lips.

Lucifer barely had time to register what you had said before you were moving, effortlessly tipping him to the side and rolling him onto his back. He landed within the ducks with a dull thud, several of the stupid things tumbling down to land on his face. Your laughter was sweet as you helped remove the offending ducks off his face, leaving the ones that had fallen around his head and shoulders. “There you are handsome,” you smile as you remove the last one from his head, clearly delighting in the bush your words get you. “Your erh, looking rather radiant as well.” Lucifer cringes at his own awkward attempts at flirting, refusing to look at you because of how awfully that was. You would think he would have gotten better at this sort of thing over the centuries but there was something about you that just left him flustered and unable to say what he means when in your company. When you’re not around he can wax poetry about how your smile lights up the world like a sunbeam or how your eyes sparkle like the stars, but now? With you looking down at him like he’s your whole universe? Not happening.

You shift to the side slightly, slotting one of your legs between his and pressing up against him. “Only when you’re the one looking,” you whisper before pressing your lips against his, using his startled gasp as an opportunity to deepen the kiss. Lucifer moans softly, wrapping his arms around your neck and pulling you in closer. There’s a duck digging into his back and the sound of muffled quacking coming from somewhere above him as their movements caused another wave of ducks to fall down in them. It was ridiculous, kissing in a pile of ducks that were threatening to swallow the two of you up but Lucifer found he didn’t really care, especially when your tongue swiped across his lips, seeking permission that he readily gave. This here, this was the closest to heaven he had felt in eons and he was content to stay in this moment for eternity. Well at least till Charlie woke up anyway.

[ilikesillythings]

Hiyaaa would be able to do a luciferxreader please?

" Just a bump in the road, I'm sure.. " Lucifer x Reader

Tws; mentions of violence, stalking, yandere Lucifer FLUFF

You and Lucifer had just gotten into a fairly.. bad argument. Usually you refrained from arguing with your lovely boyfriend, but..

He had seriously injured one of you friends for 'giving you lovey eyes'. At first it was just you expressing how you thought he was too overprotective, then he ended up admitting to stalking you. All the time. Yeah, not a good move on his end.

"Baby..?" You heard your boyfriend call from the other side of your shared room, voice laced with sorrow, and concern, "I'm.. really sorry, I was dumb- and.." he trailed off, and for a moment you swore you could hear him quiety weeping. With a sigh, you called out, "Come in."

Not even a minute passed before the door flung open, a desheviled, guilty looking Lucifer rushing in and throwing his arms around you, sobbing words of apology. "Oh, Luci'.." You mumbled, sighing softly

As much as you wished to remain upset with him -- how could you? He obviously felt like shit for beaking your trust, and was willing to make amends, of course you'd have to go through boundries.. but perhaps that could wait until you calmed your boyfriend down.

Gently, you pulled Lucifer into your lap, "Are-" He began, hiccuping, "Are you still mad at me..?" was his next words, spat out almost pathetically. But, it was that stupid charm that made you adore the fallen angel. "..Yes." you replied with a nod, "What you did.. everything, it was wrong, decietful, and creepy. But, I still love you."

Lucifer's eyes lit up at the last part of your words, "Oh, starshine!!" he exclaimed, kissing your cheek repeatedly, "I'll never stalk you again-- I swear, I swear!". You chuckled at his enthustastic reply, and he kissed your cheek a few more times, now grinning broadly

"How about I take you out somewhere nice!?" he suggested, clearly trying to 'redeem' himself, atone for his bad actions. You thought for a moment, "Hmm.. depends, where?"

For a second, Lucifer opened his mouth to speak, as if he already knew a place. "Crap.. I was gonna suggest Ozzie's, but you're a sinner.." he sighed, running a hand through his blond hair, "I don't really care where we go.. how about you cook something for me?" you returned, hopefully.

He gasped and in swift movements stood, eagerly nodding, before dashing off, out of the room.

Lucifer was a creepy, charming, pathetic man. But he was your creepy, charming, pathetic man, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Neither would you.

[alexusonfire]

omg can I request a luciferxreader where lucifer gets very jealous and possessive? maybe a demon is like aggressively coming onto reader but is unaware that reader x lucifer is a thing ? xoxo

Claimed in the Gardens

Lucifer Morningstar x fem!human!Reader

A/n: Nothing I love more than a good ol' possesive streak 🥰 Smut, semi-public sex. Reader receiving. They/Them pronouns for Lucifer.

You weren't entirely sure how you'd ended up in this situation; one minute you were simply roaming the Dead Gardens of the castle, the next you'd been nearly cornered by a leering demon. You'd caught his eye from afar, and, according to him, he simply could not resist. Dangerous words you knew... for him, anyways.

Lucifer had managed to keep you a well-hidden secret, always worried of the dangers that a realm like theirs possesed for a mortal like you. It wasn't often they let you go wandering on your own outside of the castle walls, and certainly never outside of the castle grounds, even with them, but you'd figured the Gardens would be safe enough for some fresh air.

Unfortunately for the gray-colored being that was currently pitching his most foul of compliments, it appeared you had been wrong.

"Now now, dear Benzel, we musn't touch what isn't ours."

He blabbered on with what he thought was suave and seductive banter, blissfully unaware of the towering figure watching quietly from behind. You could see Lucifer's face growing tighter with every remark made towards you about "all the fun the two of you could have"; the real mistake on his part however, was when he reached out for you and took hold of your wrist.

The words were ground out between Lucifer's teeth, barely containing the rage that filled them. The demon's eyes looked as though they'd pop out of his skull any moment, instant fear washing over his face as the dark shadow of Lucifer suddenly shrouded you. You'd never seen someone move so quickly, he who was only inches from you moments ago now on his knees begging for forgiveness.

When it came to you, it was never rewarded.

"No one gets to touch you but me, little lamb."

In a moment he was gone, reduced to a pile of smouldering ashes caught in a breeze. You couldn't help the small smile that graced your features at what was left of the grotesque being; if there was only ever one good thing you could say about Lucifer, it was that they would always keep you safe.

Meaning to thank them properly, your gaze met theirs, and what you found in their eyes made your stomach coil; possessive, wanting, hungry.

Your heart began beating wildly, anticipation building in your chest as they moved closer to you, their hand sliding to your lower back to pull you to them.

"Yes my love... only you."

They smirked at your agreement and instantly claimed your mouth with theirs, needy and warm. You loved when they craved you like this, little room for gentility and time, only wanting to have you as soon as possible. You clutched at their shoulders, their tongue so soft against yours that you found yourself entirely too distracted to notice you were still in semi-plain view of the world, not caring when their hand slid into the waistband of your trousers.

"Lucifer... please..."

They obliged you, cupping you through your underthings before sliding them to the side, moaning at how you already coated their fingers.

"All this for me, sweet one?"

A whine escaped your lips, your hips starting to move in tandem with their demanding strokes.

"Yes... yes always for you, all yours..."

They chuckled, then slid two fingers into you, pumping them in and out while drawing small circles on your clit with their thumb. They worked your body like a finely tuned instrument, one that only they could play so beautifully. The clenching of your inner walls around them signaled you were close, and with a particularly powerful thrust they lowered their head and growled in your ear;

"Mine."

With that you came undone, your shrill of ecstasy surely heard by any close by. Lucifer held you close as you came down, chuffed at having claimed you as their own once more. As you caught your breath they gently picked you up and carried you back inside, leaning down slightly to gently nuzzle their nose to your cheek.

"All mine."

[animatedmess]

I need someone to write a luciferxreader to king of my heart

[voxslays]

Lucifer’s Daughter Headcannons

Lucifer x Reader: If Lucifer and Reader had a daughter, here’s what I think she would be like. or an excuse for me to talk about apple white…

Personality

First of all, personality. Your daughter would be raised by Lucifer, therefore picking up some of his both positive and negative traits, but let’s start positively.

Your daughter would be very creative. Her father was a dreamer; having beautiful (rejected) ideas and dreams for humanity. We saw in episode five how Lucifer would use his powers to show baby Charlie magic—so I doubt your child would be any different. Although Lucifer would be worried about her ending up like him.

Your daughter is very empathetic. Always helping injured little animals she finds in your back garden. Also, speaking of animals, it’s like she can speak to them. Animals really like and trust her—and by the time she gets older, she has an army.

Very charismatic. Your daughter would be extremely popular in school. Not only because she’s a princess of hell and the daughter of a fallen angel—but because of her charisma and charm. She is extremely outgoing, and will walk up and talk to anyone. Almost everyone loves her—how could they not?

Unfortunately, she would probably have selfish tendencies. Having been spoiled her entire life, she expects everything to be handed to her on a silver platter. And yes, while she can be down-to-earth and empathetic, she isn’t a perfect Angel.

As a teenager, your daughter would likely experience extreme anger issues. We’ve seen Lucifer can control his anger and annoyance…but he’s also been alive for eons. A teenager wouldn’t be able to do that.

She also inherits her father’s powers. From childhood all the way up into her teenage years, she will struggle to control them. Her powers getting stronger the angrier she gets. She is completely out of control, and has to be calmed down.

Looks/Appearance

Blonde. Very very blonde. There is no way she doesn’t inherit the signature blonde Morningstar locks. Oh, and those adorable rosy red cheeks. She’s so cute!

However, she will have your complexion and eyes. I also can imagine your daughter having curly little ringlets or locks, which is extremely hard to brush, because she cries every. single. time. and you just feel so bad about it.

Overall, I think your daughter would look (and dress) something like apple from ever after high, with your eye color and skin tone ofc. (God I love her so much).

Name

Okay. I know I’ve mentioned Apple White already in this post…but I just love her so much! Can you guys imagine Lucifer having a daughter like her?

Do I think he would name his daughter something like Apple? Definitely. I mean, he was the one who offered eve the forbidden fruit; an apple. And he just likes apples.

Another name is Evangeline. Depending on who you ask (or what you google lol) Evangeline can mean one of three things. Angel, messenger, or ‘good news.’ So not only does this name remind him of the good days back in heaven, but also his brother Gabriel, the messenger…is that too much of a stretch?

Another good one is Penelope. The name Penelope is Greek and means ‘weaver’ (not important) or ‘duck’. Wouldn’t it be so cute if Lucifer named his daughter something duck related? You can’t tell me otherwise.

The last name I can think of is Aurelia. (I actually knew an Aurelia lol). Aurelia means ‘golden’ or ‘the golden one.’ Not only is Lucifer referred to as ‘the golden angel’ in mastermind, but he would treat his daughter like a golden treasure. A chance to start over and fix his previous mistakes as a father.

Idk if I should make a part 2…but if I do, would u guys rather it be more Headcannons for Lucifer’s daughter, or a different characters child?

[luciferlightbringer]

After reading all of the chapters of We found love in a hopeless place, I only have one thing to say: this is the best fic i've read and I enjoyed every minute of it. Thank you for writing it! ♡

You guys are literally so sweet, I can’t even! I set out to just write this story for my own amusement and hoping a few people would like it but WOW! The feedback has been so amazing and positive, I’m over the moon with every chapter. The engagement and love has made it so worthwhile! Thank you all for going on this journey with me.

And dont worry, the end of this series does not mean the end of my fanfiction. I have more LuciferxReader stories cooking as we speak! Hope y’all are as excited as I am!

[helluvabun]

I'd call them more like 'ham and cheese' than 'nothing burgers' - not the best meal on the menu, not the worst, but at least it's filling

(◡ ω ◡)

I- Thank you? I'm glad you enjoy reading them!

I think this was in refrence to my Luciferxreader attempt, since I called it a nothing burger

[starry2959]

A new Angel on the Block

But not for long

a/n: Aaaaaaa- first fanfic everrr. This is going to be a series where a gender-neutral (Y/N) is an angel, a Seraphim related to Sera and Emily who has been gone a while... They may not quite agree with Heaven's actions thus far and things might get a little messy. Eventually will be LuciferxReader, but we've got a few parts before things get juicy (brevity is not my strong suit...)

I hope you enjoy! <3

Part 1, eventual Luciferxreader. (Y/N) supports rebirth/reincarnation in my au and the Soul Department is responsible for making new Souls to go to Earth.

Extermination Day. Members of the Angelic army line up before the battle to hear Adam give a speech. The members of the hotel and their cannibalistic allies prepare themselves for battle- staring up at the sky awaiting the portal to open and the hordes to rain down. 

Up in Heaven the day continues like any other. The majority of angelic residents have no clue something Hell-shattering is happening. For them, it is another Tuesday. 

Sera and Emily enjoy breakfast, though they are two of the few angels who know what is to happen today. Sera’s morning meeting with Adam did not go as she had hoped- unable to calm him in his rage, he left that meeting just as hungry for blood as ever. Emily is upset that so many souls will be lost today and her sister does nothing to stop it. Sera has tried to console her, telling her that they will be replaced by the Soul Department in no time, but Emily rebuffs her. She knows full well that so much will be lost with those souls today, after all, human life is precious- whether in life or afterlife. 

At the base of the skyscraper the two Seraphim reside in, a new angel stands. Well, you’re not new. You’re quite old in fact, older than Emily at least. The middle Seraphim sibling, garbed in a middle-ages era set of armor, white leather armor with an angelic steel-plated breastplate stamped with the seal of heaven in the center, armor for your arms and legs, and a dark blue cloth hanging between your legs, stitched with the seal of Heaven again. Under your arm is a bird’s head shaped helmet. You stand at the base of the building, silver wings twitching, adjusting to the crisp Heaven air. You take a deep breath, preparing yourself to see your sisters again after so many years. 

“I don’t understand why you can’t just stop him, Sera! You’re a Seraphim for goodness’ sake!” Emily exclaims, exasperated. “You out rank him- just tell him you made a mistake in letting him do this in the first place and stop it here! Before any more souls are lost.” It seems their peaceful breakfast has been disturbed by the elephant in the room. 

“I can’t stop him, Emily. The Elder Council has approved it. There’s nothing we can do.” Sera tries to calm her sister down, afraid that too much show of disagreement with the Council’s decisions will end poorly for her youngest sister. 

“We both know the Extermination is wrong. Human souls should not be pointlessly slaughtered for his enjoyment! It’s wrong.” Emily says. 

“I know it's not ideal, but they were going to riot against us eventually. How else were we to decrease the numbers of sinners?” Sera’s fingers pinch the bridge of her nose, frustrated. 

“(Y/N) talked of rebirth, couldn’t they be reincarnated?” Emily mumbles under her breath.

Sera stands. A frown turns her face sour as she stares down at Emily, angry. “Do not speak of that. We don’t know that it’s a viable option, and the Council has forbidden talk of it. Do not bring it, or them, up again. Understood?” Sera’s voice is firm, she needs to express the importance of this to her sister. The gravity of speaking of something so blasphemous. 

Emily glares at her sister, defensive. “We saw that demon improve at the trial, he met all of Adam’s requirements, yet you turned him down for redemption. You won’t stop this Extermination, dooming him and every other hopeful sinner to death. What do you expect them to do? Nothing? Accept their fate? They have nowhere to go and no one to turn to. They are truly lambs at the slaughter and you see nothing wrong with that?” 

Sera looks away, ashamed. She opens her mouth to respond but Emily interrupts her; “At least give them an option- to be redeemed, to try, to improve. To see the light. Or choose to face your Exterminators. It's against our morals to kill, yet here we are. And human souls… I just can’t…” She turns away from her Sera, tears forming in her eyes. 

“Emily…” Sera reaches a hand out to her, to try to comfort her confused sister. This is simply the way it must be, why can’t she see that? The Council’s word is final. 

On the other side of the door, you’ve been standing, listening to this conversation for a few minutes now. Extermination? What are they talking about? What has happened since you’ve been gone? 

You swing open the door, knocking as you do; “Heyyyy guys, bad time?” You say with a slight smile, hoping to lighten the mood. 

Both sisters swivel towards you, blindsighted. Sera’s face drops in shock and Emily jumps with joy. “(Y/N)!! Oh my gosh!! It’s been so long!” She flies into your open arms, and you drop your helmet in the process of catching her. 

“Woah, wow Emmy! Look how big you’ve grown- and your wings! They are so beautiful, I knew you would turn into the prettiest angel of us all. Sera-” You turn to your older sister with a tight smile and nod. She’s recovered from your sudden arrival and turns to greet you with a hug as well.

��(Y/N). We’ve missed you very much. When did you get back?” Sera calmly asks, a little angry the Council gave her no notice her rambunctious younger sibling would be home. 

“Oh, not long ago. Barely had time to drop off my gear before coming here. How are you guys? It’s only been a few hundred years we’ve got to catch up on.” You say with a smile and sit at the table with your sisters. 

After chatting for a little while, you decide to bring up the elephant in the room again. “Sooo, I couldn’t help but hear a little of what you two were talking about before I came in.” You pause, testing the waters to see how pissed Sera would be at your snooping. She doesn’t react, as far as you can tell, so you continue. 

“What is the Extermination?” You ask cluelessly.

Sera chokes on her tea- she hoped that wasn’t what you were going to ask. Anything but that. Emily looks forlorn and stares at the ground, leaving Sera to respond. To account for what she has allowed to happen. 

“Well, (Y/N). Since you’ve been gone, the population in Hell has become… unsustainable. For fear that they would amass the numbers required to attack Heaven, we instated an… Extermination… to quell the rebellion.” Sera sips her tea once more. 

“What? Attack Heaven? How would they even do that? Sinners don’t have a way to get here, no way to open a portal, no weapons that could hurt us. Why would that be a concern?” You ask, confused. Hell had never been a problem before. Sure, Lilith’s singing didn’t help, but all it really did was cause riots, which doesn’t impact Heaven. Has Lilith turned Hell against us? You can see no other way Hell would be a threat. They’re much too disorganized on their own to actually attack Heaven, even if they had weapons and a portal. And even if they did- your army would wipe the insurrectionists out before they even reached the pearly gates. It would be utterly pointless. 

“Well, Adam believed-” You cut her off. “Adam?” 

Sera nods, refusing to look you in the eye.

 “Adam, as in the first man, Adam? That Adam?” You ask again in disbelief. “What does that brute have to do with anything?” 

Sera slowly looks at you for a moment before closing her eyes and sipping her tea once more. She then says: “Yes, that Adam. We instated him as your replacement as General of the Angelic Army.” 

You look at her in utter disbelief. No way. No way they gave your army, your girls to that… pig. That useless waste of a halo is in charge of your army. You built that army from the ground up- literally. You made each and every one of those angels yourself. Trained them, taught them battle strategies, fortified Heaven’s defense with them. Because that’s what they were for. Defense. 

“So… so let me get this straight.” You say, standing and placing your hands together in front of your mouth as a reminder to watch your words. “You let Adam- a human soul- control my army of Heaven-born angels.” 

Sera nods.

“And you listen to him? Are you insane? Because he is. He is deranged and obsessed with his life on Earth. And you gave him the most powerful tool Heaven has to offer. Wow Sera, I can’t believe…” you trail off.

“He is an Archangel. He is more than capable of handling the army and the duties that go along with it.” Sera states simply. She sets the cup of tea down and turns her gaze to yours. 

You are still stunned. 

“So, okay. Archangel. Right. I am a Seraphim! And the rightful leader of the army- why didn’t you take over, Sera??” You ask, frantic now. Dreading what nonsense Adam has fed her. You know she doesn’t have the time to lead the army, but you would have hoped she’d pick a better interim General than Adam. 

“I did what I had to do, (Y/N). Adam was who the Council picked.” 

“Oh the Council, how could I forget about the Council?” you snark. 

“Careful (Y/N). You know what happens when you question the Council.” Sera responds standing up to face you fully. The two of you face off while Emily pipes up; “Why don’t you tell them what the Extermination is, Sera?” She bats her eyelashes at the eldest Seraphim. 

Your head turns from Emily slowly to face Sera, your fangs bared. 

“Yes Sera, what is the Extermination?”

…

“You mean to tell me…” You stop, the room spinning around you.

No. 

No. Your Army. Killing human souls?? What were they thinking?? Why would the Council ever approve of that? 

“They go down there… They kill… and you? You let them? You approved that? You presented that to the Council and said ‘Hey guys, here’s a great solution for a problem that Adam fucking made up?!’” Your voice rises to a shout as your eyes glow silver and your fangs extend.

You were given some more… intimidating characteristics at your creation as you were intended for war. They show themselves when you are angry, and you are angry. 

“(Y/N). Calm down.” Sera’s words do nothing. Silver dust starts pooling in the room as you stew in your rage. Emily flies up to meet your eyes. She motions for you to take a deep breath and you do, the dust dispersing. You take one final deep breath and turn to Sera. 

“So Adam… convinced you to do this Extermination. How bad was it? How many souls did you kill?” you ask. Emily has returned to the ground and glances at Sera, afraid that if Sera answers your question, she might lose a sister today. 

She turns back to you and says; “Countless. The Extermination was not just a one time thing… They do it every year. Well…” She trails off, turning to Sera who picks up where she left off. “Now it is every six months, as of today.” She responds curtly.

You nearly fall to your knees. Every six months? How many souls could that even leave in Hell? Are they trying to truly exterminate the entirety of Hell? Dear Lord… 

You’re silent for a few moments. Wait. 

“As of today? What’s today?” You ask. 

“The Extermination.” Emily responds solemnly. 

No. This is not happening. Not on your watch. You stand and pick up your helmet. “I’m going down there.” You state simply. 

“What?” Both sisters respond in tandem. “You are not going down there (Y/N)! Be reasonable, the Council just allowed you to come home, please. Please let’s talk about this.” Sera steps toward you and you turn, eyes a fiery silver as you say: “Maybe they shouldn’t have allowed me to come home.” 

You walk out the door without a second glance.

[thornwolfy235]

So instead of writing any of the multiple LuciferxReader stories floating around in my head or nailing down my OC's design/backstory, I've been making dragons for pre- and post-fall Lucifer...

https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/96225897

https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/96650012

[nonbinaryanarchist0013]

i need help but not in a "Oh haha I'm so obsessed" way but in a someone just said the word alright and I broke into hells great dad and then read 14 LuciferxReader fics way

[fictionalized-lesbian]

Was hoping to find every bits of your fics, but kinda encountered difficulties doing so. Sadly I only saw one of your fics on Ao3 (LuciferXReader).. Can you please send me the links for the others that I missed? Thank you

That’s so nice!! I actually only have one fic up, I’m sorry I should have mentioned that. I’m still semi new to Tumblr, and I just haven’t had a chance to write more. But thank you so much for asking!