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"Disgusting, Aren't They?" -Alastor w/out gloves x Female Reader

❥Summary- Alastor is almost never seen without gloves adorning his hands, but one particular day, he doesn't wear them, catching your eye.

❥Tags: Alastor x female reader, claws, Alastor hands, fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, adorable, seeing Alastor hands for the first time, hint of spice, a bit of a spicy end, kissing, making out, alastor is a tease.

❥Notes: Here is the story I had ask all of you if I should write so here it is. Always wanted to know what his hands looked like, since he is always wearing gloves on his hands. Enjoy:)

"Ahh! What an eventful day it has been!" Alastor announced to the residents of the hotel, as he strode into the lobby. Upon him entering the room, everyone let out a gasp. His outfit was slightly ripped at the bottom with blood splattered all over him, head to toe. His gloves were dripping wet and certain chunks of unknown anatomy was on certain parts of his hair. He still had a smile on his face, but his gums were exposed in the smile, letting everyone know he was still pissed. No one uttered a word, unless they wanted to end up like the demon that had decorated his suit in their gore. Charlie was the one to break silence: "Umm Alastor. What happened to you?" Alastor didn't respond for a bit, but then he let out a boisterous laugh. "Oh nothing of importance, my dear. Well, I am off to my quarters. I'll leave my attire out by the door for you to pick up, Niffty." He looked down at Niffty, who just smiled at him, saying "Yes Sir", before he walked up the stairs, soon disappearing from everyone.

He may have left the room, but there were still bloody footprints left from him. The silence soon broke the room, with everyone questioning what the hell just happened, except Husk as he was used to that sort of stuff. “Did you see Smiles toots? He was marinated in that sh**? Angel leaned against you, while your head was still pointed to where Alastor walked off too. "Yeah..." was your only response back as you kept thinking about what the hell happened and also if Alastor was okay. He seemed find physically, but you were worried about emotionally since he seemed more ticked off then usual. You wanted to go and talk to him, but it seemed better to wait a bit until he cooled off.

The day went by normal as usual, just without the presence of a certain deer demon. He hadn't even come down for dinner, making you a bit worried. Having come to a conclusion, you decided to head up to his room, hopefully he has calmed down by now. You were few feet away from his room, when you noticed the bloody stain on the rug next to it. Ahh, Al probably left the bloody clothes outside for Niffty to grab. You felt hesitant to even knock. You had gotten close to Alastor since you have been at the hotel, and you didn't want to break the close bond you two had built just by doing this. He made it clear not to be disturbed, but you at least wanted to make sure he was okay after today's shocking events. Tapping on the door, you awaited for a response, but received nothing. You called out: “Alastor?”, but once again you heard no sound for the other side. “Listen, I know you don’t want to be disturb, but I wanted to come and see if you were okay. Is that alright with you?”

Silence was all you got back, but then you heard the sound of the door unlocking. You heaved a sigh of relief, glad that Alastor was allowing you to come inside. Turning the knob, you walked inside and let out a small gasp at the sight of Alastor. In his room, that was split between the hotel and the pocket dimension that fused into the corner sat Alastor. He was sitting on his bed, head facing down, not looking at you. The only difference is that he was not wearing his regular suit, he was bare in front of you. His chest was colored the same tone as him, but layered with a multitude of scars. A towel was wrapped around his neck, signifying that he had just taken a bath. His legs were still clothed thankfully, as it would be a shock if he was fully naked in front of you. A flush still made its way to your cheeks as this was the first time you have ever seen him so exposed.

“I’m sure I made it aware that I didn’t want to be disturbed, my dear.” He spoke, lifting his head to peer up at you, his signature smile slightly strained on his face, along with the loud static emanating from him. You turned your head away, embarrassed: while telling Alastor that you were aware, but you still wanted to see him especially since he wasn’t present for dinner. His eyebrow arched at your little reaction, wondering why your cheeks were colored scarlet. It soon clicked for him, and he started smirking, glowing crimson eyes filling with amusement. “Something wrong, my dear?”, his static voice held a bit of smugness to it as you continued to look away from him. “N-nothings wrong. Just…um….you alright?” You looked back at him, rubbing your neck.

Alastor smile sorta dropped for a bit, before going back to normal: “Everything is splendid!” You continued to eye him before asking “Are you sure?” The smile he held became strained again and he turned his head down again. You slowly walked up to his bed, but refused to sit down unless he gave you the okay. His eyes peaked at you, observing you until he nodded his head, letting you know it was fine to sit next to him. You slowly sat down a few inches from him, since you knew about his boundaries. None of you uttered a word, just sat in pure silence. You decided to break it asking him once again if he was okay. A soft sigh left his lips as he lifted his head back up again to look at you, this time without a smile.“Had a little run-in with one of Vox’s goons when on my afternoon stroll. Their constant praddle was nothing of importance to me, and I continued to ignore them. Until that s͓͎̠̾̓͑c̢͖͇̀͘ò̺̦̪͛͘u̡̪͙̾͒̓n̪͍̠̾͛͠d̘͓̘͆̓͝r̞̼͆̚e͎̓̓̔͜͜l̞̘͚̾̿ threw an insult regarding my dear mother. After that….well, let’s just say that d͍̞͉̿̾̈́e͙̘̝͛͒̚m̺͉̿́͐͜o̞͙͋̈́͌n͔̘̞͐̈́͊ w͓͇͕̐̓͘i̝̝̝͋̓l̘̟̠̿̈́͘l͓̼͎̔̓͊ n̘͉̪͌͑͝o͔̠̔͌͛͜ l͍͓͔̐̀͝o͎̙̙̿͋n̼̟̻̓͘͠g̫̺͍͋̈́͠e͔̞̟͛͝͝r͔͍͙̈́͋̐ b̝̪͑͘͠e̪̠̺̿͋͋ s͕͉̪̈́͒͝e̻̼͔͒̓̕e͉͎̔͋̚n̢͓̞̓͌́ ö͚̻́̿͠r͓͓̼̿̿͝ h͇̻͆̀͆ë̠͓́͒̓a͖̞̝͋͝r̦̞͊͘̚d͔͙̼͛̓ f͍͚͑̀͠r̫̫͍͒͒͝o̡͇͚̓͘m̙͍̼̀͊̒ a̦̺̻͆̓̽g̠͙̓̔̽a̡͖̻͛͌̔i͎̞̝̔͑͆n̢̺͊͛͘."

The air grew thick with static, and the walls began to darken with shadows. His crimson eyes had switched into radio dials, that only appeared when he was enraged. You felt your body tensed up, as you had never seen Alastor so infuriated that he would drop his signature smile. Part of you wanted to hug him while the other wanted to respect him with his touch aversion. Slowly moving your hand, you placed it on his back, rubbing small circles on it. A loud snarl was heard next to you, his radio dialed eyes watching you. You said nothing but wore a kind smile at him. The both of you continued to stare at each other, as the static began to die down and his eyes had returned to normal. He seemed apologetic, as he knew you were only trying to provide him comfort, something he was not experienced in a long time. "Forgive me. I did not mean to frightened you." Shaking your head at him, you told him it was alright and continued to rub his back.

The both of you remained in peaceful silence for a few minutes, as your eyes stayed on Alastor, observing him. Your irises soon locked on to his hands, which made you let out a small "oh" as it was the first time you had seen his hands without gloves. Alastors ears picked up on the sound you made and looked at you, curious. He followed the direction of your eyes to his hands, then back to you. "Oh sorry, just...it’s the first time I have seen you not wearing gloves." A silent laugh let his lips, as he lifted one of his hands up, clenching and unclenching his fingers. "Ahh yes, they were in dire need of a wash." You couldn't keep your eyes off them. Hesitating, you looked up at Alastor while you fidgeted with your hands. "Can...can I observe them?" He stilled for a second at your words, not expecting you to say that. Shrugging his shoulders, he moved to face you, and extended one of his hands out. "I don't see why not."

Moving your hands, you lifted his up and began to study it. His arms stilll contained scars, but instead of his regular skin tone, they were dyed a charcoal black. At the top of his hands were long red nails that extended out. They seemed very sharp just by looking at them, His palms were big and slightly cold to the touch as you began to trace your fingers over it and the markings on them. Alastor felt goosebumps starting to appear at your soft caresses. His crimson eyes continued to look at you, observing how intrigued you looked. "Disgusting, aren't they?" Alastor voice rang out, breaking your concentration. Wait what? Disgusting? You eyed him with confusion, wondering why he said that. Alastor held a somber smile, before it enlarged to show all of his sharp teeth. "Well these hands have caused many atrocities, in hell and when I was alive. They are stained, filthy, hideous."

When Alastor continued to watch you, he was put off by your sadden expression. Slowly, you began to raise his hands, closer to your face. Leaning closer, you pressed on kiss on his fingers, causing him to jolt it shock. It didn't end there, you continued to trail kisses from his fingers to the back of his hand, before you finally stopped. Using your other hand to grab the other, you lifted them both up and placed them on your cheeks, as you smiled up at Alastor. "While it is true that you have done many unholy actions with these hands, they still are strikingly beautiful." It felt like someone one was squeezing his chest. Alastor felt his a warmness radiating from his cheeks, and he could pick up the swishing sounds from his wagging tail. What a lovable doll you are!

It happened so quick, one second you were looking at Alastor and then the next, he was in front of your face, pressing his lips against yours. Eyes shooting up, you were left stunned. Alastor was kissing you right now?! His eyes were closed, as he inched a bit closer, continued to hold your soft cheeks. His kiss was timid and unsure, showing how inexperienced he was. He bit at your lip, telling you to open your mouth. Heading his request, you loudly moaned into the kiss as your tongues began to intertwine. His lips curved a bit into a smirk, finding your sounds enticing. The both of you soon fell against his bed, with Alastor on top of you, his warm scarred body touching yours. The kiss soon broke, leaving you a panting mess. Alastor leaned up at bit, his hands moving from your cheeks to being placed on the bed, allowing himself to gaze at you. Your eyes were glazed with desire, lips wet from all the kissing, and cheeks colored scarlet. A static chuckle erupted from him, as he began to trace his fingers on your lips. "What a vexing expression. Keep looking at me like that and I won't be able to control myself." His voice had deepened, lacking his usual radio effect, causing your heart to race.

He had leaned back up, this time sitting on top of you, moving his hands to your sides. "Since you find my hands so attractive, is there anything you want me to do with them? Tell me, darling. What do you desire~?" His hands began to stroke your sides, causing you to gasp. They traveled from your sides, to your belly, then arriving at your chest, giving the soft mounds a squeeze. Gasping out a moan, you called out his name. Alastor still held a devilish smirk, eyes full of lust as he tilted his head, waiting for your answer. "Darlingggggg~? I'm waitingggggggg~." Singing out to you, he continued his ministrations, causing you to moan. Biting your lip, you felt embarrassed to tell him what you wanted. "touch me", was what you whispered out. "Louder, my dear." Alastor expression was filled with mischief. You knew he heard you, but he wanted to keep tormenting you. "Touch me, Alastor." you said again a bit louder. Alastor chuckled, leaning down again to his original position on top of you, one hand place on the bed to hold himself up. "Where exactly? Apologies, my dear, but you weren't very clear with your directions." Rolling your eyes, you looked away from him, telling him he knew where.

"There are many places my hands could be, darling. Do you prefer them here?" His hand moved to your chest, squeezing it while his nail traced the little nub. You moan again, looking back at Alastor. "Or here?" His hand traveled now to your thigh, giving it a pinch. "Come now, my sweet. Tell me where? He was driving you insane. Your mind was in disarray from the pleasurable sensations as he continued to mess with your body. "Everywhere, Al! Touch me all over please!" A static laugh filled the air, as his crimson eyes eyed you hungrily. His hands soon returned back to your cheeks, as he leaned down, face in front of yours. "Good girl." was what he whispered out, as his lips descended back into yours, giving you another mind-numbing kiss.

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liveontelevision · 23 hours

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I saw someone do headcanons on Lucifer and I know you'd write it perfectly. They basically said that if you were to ignore him, he'd practically BEG and WHINE like a bitch to have you talk to him. Even if it's telling him he's pathetic. As long as he hears your voice.

Ofc don't feel pressured to do this if you're busy or anything else, Ily🫶🏻🫶🏻 keep up the great work! :]

OKAY MORE SMUT (seriously, mdni 18+)

Sorry this one took forever but I'm prettyyy sure it's worth it. Let's just say this is Lucifer discovering some new things about himself :D

And ILY THANKS FOR THE REQUEST BBG

Ignorance is Bliss | Lucifer x Reader

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Becoming comfortable with the King of Hell as his partner was easy. He made sure to cater to all your needs and give you everything you asked for. Overall, Lucifer was a sweetheart and a gentleman. And this was especially the case in bed. Considering his immense powers, he was giddy to fulfill any of your fantasies you'd have, no matter how bizarre. After being with him for long enough, fantasies dissolved into curiosities. Some nights became spicing things up in the bedroom in ways that you'd never consider, just to see how much you could handle. Now? you wanted to see how much he could handle.

Neither of you were comfortable with bringing intimacy to the public, not without proper care, at least. But what if you could work him up in a way only you knew about? Tease him throughout the day? How desperate could you make him without touching him? You couldn't recall where you picked up this idea, maybe somewhere online at some point. Knowing how deeply devoted he was to you, he was sure to hold a great reaction to this.

You were together when the hotel was renovated, so it was an easy transition for you. Everyone already aware of your relationship and loving you in turn made your afterlife seem like less of a punishment.

His top priority was your comfort when you both moved. He made sure to be close to you in group settings, keeping a hand on you at almost all times. Whether that be a hand on your thigh or the small of your back, or simply having his fingers intertwined in yours, it felt like a relief for both of you.

But with this little act you were pulling, you would lean away from his touch, and make excuses to disappear for the afternoon. Or in the halls, where he'd usually greet you with a quick kiss or I love you, you'd pull out your phone as you approached him, or simply smiled with your eyes barely looking his direction. He would swear, if anyone asked, that this wasn't bugging him one bit. Not. At. All. You were all his at the end of the day, you could treat him however you want and he'd submit. He's fine. He's acting fine.

When it came to the hotel, there weren't many demons jumping at the chance of redemption in the beginning, so some nights turned into drinks, games, and music. You felt so incredibly lucky to be a part of this family, your eyes scanning across the room and taking in just the pure enjoyment of everyone around you. The center of it all tonight was Lucifer. He was going on about some fantastical story that involved a circus in some other ring of Hell, that then evolved into sharing baby photos of Charlie. His eyes always sparkled when he would talk about his daughter. You loved her too, of course, but your heart always fluttered when his admiration would show.

Still, you had that little experiment to play with tonight. As Lucifer went on about his stories, either entertaining demons with their content or his ridiculous retellings, everyone was drawn in. Not to mention, he was drunk and was acting like a fool, so he was even entertaining Alastor. With one foot on the barstool and the other propped on the counter, he acted out some ridiculous story that you paid no mind to. In fact, you made it a point to not react to anything, despite how intense he was becoming. You'd look down at your phone as he spoke. Or you'd start some random conversation with Husk, who really could care less, but he at least responded to you.

Keeping your eyes off of him was a challenge, but you could tell he was trying to get your attention when he'd brag about something. With no response, he would stutter mid-sentence, then change the topic after not getting the reaction he wanted out of you. With each ignorant glance, he took a swig of his drink.

He was seated after that, being scolded for scuffing the tables with his heels. That's when the ridiculous jokes began. You loved his jokes! You could listen to them all day, even laughing when he told you the same joke over and over. But not tonight, you had to remind yourself. You bit your tongue and sucked in your lips to hide any smile or laughter that might pass through. Still avoiding looking in his direction entirely, Lucifer was suddenly silenced. You looked up at him through half lidded eyes, then back down to your screen, mindlessly scrolling through essentially nothing. Charlie was quick to distract him with a story, he was nodding along and smiling as best he could for her. The party dwindled, leaving you, Lucifer and Husk.

“I-uh.. think our royal highness has had enough. You should take him to bed, kid.” Husk finally draws your attention to Lucifer, who has laid his head on the countertop, incoherently mumbling. You sigh and nod, taking his drink from his hand and rising to your feet. Just barely touching his shoulder, he immediately straightens his posture.

“Good call, kitty!” He had a habit of calling Husk that when he wasn't entirely there, it made both of you cringe, “Bedtime, my love?” He takes a hold of your hand in both of his and you have to remind yourself this is just for fun. The endgame has to be worth it. You pull away, already walking through the portal he had created when he was talking. He looked at you as you stood in your shared room, still seated at the bar. Finally turning, you sigh and place your hands on your hips.

“C’mon, Lucifer.” You said absentmindedly, using a beckoning finger to draw him in. He eagerly jumped from his seat following you in, even with his chest aching. You didn't normally use his name. Usually it was darling, or my love, or good boy if he was acting accordingly. He takes a hold of your arm as the portal shuts, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, then running small pecks along the length of your arm, stopping at the start of your shoulder. You let out a small, almost nervous sounding chuckle, before reeling back.

“Didn't see you around the hotel today, darling. Did you do anything fun?” Lucifer sways as he speaks. Maybe small talk would help? He was trying his hardest to act casual and keep a clear conscience considering how much alcohol he’s had at this point. You shake your head, pulling your top off. You decide to sort through your clothes long enough to let Lucifer catch the sight of you bent at the hips, rummaging through a dresser drawer while topless. You could hear him gulp. He starts the same way, but struggles with the buttons on his vest.

“L-love, I might need-” his intoxication is clear in his voice at this point. After throwing on some sort of silky slip, you sigh and turn your attention to him. Looking down and fiddling with the buttons, he begins to lose his balance and finds himself leaning against a wall for stability. You approach him silently, and easily undo each of his buttons. You'd be lying if this alone wasn't making your stomach flutter. Even then, it was easy to keep your cool after seeing that he was clearly enjoying this too much. You notice his labored breathing as he braces his arms against the wall, allowing you to run your hands across his bare chest and slipping his shirt and vest to the ground with some maneuvering. You keep your hands at his hips for a moment, he lifted his pelvis away from the wall, maybe hoping for some kind of friction. You were lingering barely an inch away from his lips. Hearing the smallest whimper seemed to remind you of your mission, so you quickly pulled away.

“Good night, Lucifer~” just that sentence alone sent him spinning. Your lips so close to him and your voice so smooth, he was beginning to enjoy the sound of his name in your mouth.

More. He needs more.

As you crawled under the covers, you made it a point to hum and moan as you stretched and settled in. Pulling your phone back up to your face, you barely had time to look at anything before a clawed hand had slowly pushed your device down, revealing a very red-faced Lucifer.

“Is something wrong, love? Can I.. help you?” He was genuinely worried. You almost felt guilty at that moment. With a final sigh, you set your phone aside and cupped his hot to the touch cheek in your hand. He immediately let the weight of his head fall into your hands, humming contently at the long overdue contact. Still, you shake your head in response to him, keeping your lips sealed. His lip finally starts to quiver and he lets out a shaky breath.

“Please, I need your voice, love.. I miss it- I miss you.” He almost breaks you, so you decide to reward him for this display at least. You silently press a kiss against his eager lips. He's ready to pull you in and ravish you with that alone, he’d do anything to hear your voice. You pull away. He tries making connections in his foggy mind, tracing through the past few days to see if there was anything he might’ve done for you to be this cruel to him. He can't think of any wrong doings, but.. he'll do anything.

“P-please? darling?” He stammers out, continuing to crawl towards you and sitting prettily on your lap. The view itself drove you mad. You could keep your lips sealed, but you couldn't prevent the blush becoming apparent across your cheeks. He hums, satisfied with this reaction at least.

“I don't know what's going on with you, but.. I love you.” Oh, shit. “.. I love you~” He repeats.

You keep your eyes away from him. This one was a struggle.

“T-That’s fine, don't tell me about your day.. o-or laugh at my jokes, but, darling-” he turns your head to face him, a hand lightly bringing you forward by your chin, you notice his eyes glowing. “I love you.”

…

Fine.

“I love you, too.” You said it quietly, a hint of defeat in your tone. He immediately perks up, shifting his grasp on your chin to thumb at your jaw, nearly encompassing your throat with his hand. Closing the already very small gap between your lips, he eagerly explores your mouth with his forked tongue. You yelp into his lips in surprise, before pushing him away carefully, seeing how much of a mess you've made him from just that phrase.

“Lucifer, that wasn't very nice, was it? You have to ask.” You said sternly, sitting up to rest your back on the headboard and pulling him with you to keep him seated on your thighs.

“W-Wha.. Ask? To kiss you? Well that seems.. rather…” He questions with a nervous laughter, waiting for the punchline. You only nod your head in agreement.

“Well.. can I kiss you, then..?” He asks awkwardly. It was cute enough, But this wasn't your original vision.

“Mmmm- no.” Making a big show out of tapping your chin and letting your eyes wander around the room, you finally look back at him.

“What? Oh- um.. please?” He clarifies, a now nervous smile present on his face.

“Please, what?” You start running your hands across his abdomen, letting them interlock behind his back and pulling him just a bit closer.

“C-can I kiss you.. please..?” You thought he'd be agitated at this point, but his voice is dripping with desperation. He likes it. You see his hips shifting just above your thighs.

“Hm. Maybe.. I just don't think you want it enough, my love.” You say sweetly, pouting as if you felt any remorse. You ran your hands up his chest, then back down his sides, brushing your fingers just slightly below his belt. He huffs.

“Sweetheart! I-I do want it! please..? I want you, p-please..” He finally moans out, panting heavily only from your hands along his bare skin. You couldn't help but smile, and finally give him what he wants. With a gentle kiss onto his lips, it's clear that he's shaking with anticipation. He wasn't jumping you like before or taking the lead to suffice his own desires. It's as if he was waiting for permission. You weren't going to give in that easily, though.

You pulled away after that single kiss, looking at him like you had just asked a question and were waiting for a proper response. Finally catching his breath, he braces himself up by keeping his hands on your shoulders. He looks at you with the sweetest puppy eyes, shifting his weight on his knees to ease the growing discomfort pressed in his pants.

“More, my love.. I need more- I-I need you to-” He's still rambling. You hum, letting the hand that had been sitting on his hip palm at the bulge in his pants. You learn forward, pressing your lips against his skin and running your tongue up his neck. He shivers, the sudden sensations after being ignored for so long already forces a pathetic sound from him, music to your ears. Your kisses become sloppy, and your little nips will surely bruise and shine by the next morning.

“I-I want- ahh~” He’s keeping up with it? You thought for sure this little game of yours had ended. You won and you're giving him the attention he finally needs, yet he's still begging for you? “talk to me.. darling-” he chokes out, moving his hands that had been tightly gripping your shoulders to cup your cheeks. You were pulled back by his touch, a slightly shocked expression on your face. “Please.” His eyes were brimming with tears. A single line of golden blood and saliva dripped from his mouth from biting a little too hard on his lip, in an attempt to keep his noises at bay. You moved your hands away from his buldge, which had accumulated a wet spot onto his trousers, then went back to trailing your fingers across his skin again.

“Okay.” You respond. He perks up at your acceptance, the little sparkle in his eyes brings a smile to your face. “Since you asked so nicely.” you said sweetly, “So.. how badly did you miss me? Only a few days like this and you’re already a mess.. did you miss our little conversations? My voice?” You question softly, brushing your thumb across his cheek to wipe away some stressed tears that had fallen. He nods, holding onto your hand and burying his cheek into your palm.

“-My touch?” You massage his hip, letting your hand drift closer to the clasps on his pants. He nodded again, much more eagerly this time. “Hm. Good.” with one final kiss to his lips, you push him to the side, swapping your positions, to where you were hovering over him with your arms caging him in. He barely has time to process the quick switch, before feeling your hands tug his pants. He's moaning at the sensation alone, holding onto whatever he could find, gripping your wrist in one hand and balling up the sheets in his other.

You linger above him, your lips just above his. You could feel him panting heavily against you, even before touching him. You'd normally be passionately entangled at this point, But here, you got the chance to see his face. You were enjoying taking your time with this one.

“You're being such a good boy for me.. you're doing so well.” Your eyes flutter shut to capture him in another heavy kiss, and you reach unto his pants, planning to slowly relieve his stress. A sudden request leaves his mouth, stopping you for a moment.

“N-no..! Nono.. love, my name. Use my name- please..” He's shaking his head, finally mustering the courage to make his request. Another new development. God, he was perfect. You move to his jaw, pressing kisses up to his ear before breathing heavily against it.

“Lucifer-” you finally say. He lets out a pathetic whimper, clamping his grip down onto your wrist and bucking his hips into your sudden, yet tantalizingly slow, palming. “You're doing so good for me, Lucifer. My Lucifer. My sweet, Luci~” you mutter into his skin, beginning to pump your hand a bit faster. He is doing so good for you, afterall, he deserves it.

This wasn't the only game you wanted to play tonight. you wanted to fully take care of your poor neglected king after all you've put him through. After toying with him for long enough, edging him from release each time, you finally let him rest. You pull away, after bringing him to the brink and tearing him away each time, you were reveling in his pretty tears. All the senses you were enrapturing suddenly put to a halt, forced him to look at you desperately. You fully dismount him, leaving him nude under your gaze. Slightly embarrassed, he pulls his legs together. You rest your hands gently on the top of knees.

“I’ll need both tonight, Luci.” You say casually. This was something you've tried before, and it was definitely due for a second round. You felt he needed the extra love. He nodded, his face completely heating up. walking your fingers across his legs and helping him take his trousers completely off, you were treated with the pretty sight of his already soaked pussy, that sat quite nicely below his already overstimulated cock. The combination of his two sexes was enough to drive a whimper even from you. You quickly dip down, your own desperation meeting his. After bringing him to the brink beforehand but not letting him finish, it wasn't long before he was squirming and whimpering under your touch.

Even with all that, he was still begging you for more. Drunk off his juices already, you ran your tongue up from his folds, flicking at his clit, then sending a heated trail right up to the head of his cock. he arches his back into the full exposure, and you have to keep your hands on his thighs to keep his legs from shutting. The agonizing moans and gasps he was letting out only made you want to hear more. Hastily pushing three fingers into his entrance, his voice cracked out some resemblance of your name. He doesn't use his other sex often, so when you get the chance to eat your fill, he's almost always struggling to keep any composure. pumping his cock in one hand, you skillfully pump and curl your fingers into him with the other, all the while maneuvering your tongue and lips to suction onto his clit.

“Mm-! I-I can't- ahha- take… anymore- m-mmy love-” He's stammering. You pull away for a moment to let out a single phrase,

“What do you say, Lucifer?” Before continuing your brutal overstimulation. Only hearing more whimpers, you slowed your motions, waiting for a proper response. You only speed up your movements, after keeping your thumb lightly pressed against the top of his head.

“P-Please-” he shoots his head back into the pillows, his legs already shaking. “Please, can I-I-” You hum against him, sending a mild vibration that still made a big impact, before lifting your thumb just slightly.

“You may, Lucifer.” You run your tongue across his entirety again, enclosing his cock into your mouth and taking in his final thrusts.

Still whimpering and gasping, you continue to bob your head, moving slow circles across his clit, and causing his body to fully tremor beneath you.

You finally sit up, enjoying the view beneath you, while wiping away anything that you didn't manage to already swallow. Even with his eyes closed from the pure exhaustion, he's muttering your name under his breath. You still don't know how you managed to get this lucky, so you appreciate his drunken appearance for a moment longer before cleaning him up and eventually settling him under the covers. You hold him tight to your chest, your limbs intertwined. Even with immense angelic power, he returns your embrace weakly, with shaky arms.

“I love you, Lucifer.” You hum, pressing a kiss onto his forehead while brushing some hair from his face. He's still catching his breath, “Luci-” you say just as sweetly. He barely opens his eyes to meet your gaze, still silent. With a gentle grip on his chin, you pull him upwards to fully face you. “I love you~” You repeat.

“Mmn- love you.. dear…” He grumbles, still clearly dazed from the events of the night. Running your thumb along his lower lip, you muffle his tired moan with a kiss, before letting him rest his chin comfortably against your chest. You’d say your little experiment was a success. And you're sure Lucifer learned a lesson along the way; He has to ask for what he wants.

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HIII CAN U DO VOX X FEM!READER AND THE ONLY ONE BED TROPE THING?? I LOVE UR WORK BTWW🫂🫂

thank you so much, I’m really glad you do! Thanks for the love guys, I’m so sorry I’ve been falling off writing recently but this was kinda fun to write hehe, hope you don’t mind that I put my own spin to it!

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꩜ ﹒ LOVE HOTEL. — vox × gender neutral reader.

wc. 1k. tags. suggestive , mentions of fingers around sensitive areas , vox is pro consent omg wow , catching you almost naked , making out , fluff , both reader and vox being adorable

“Are you uncomfortable?”

Truly a strange question to ask.

Though, ‘strange’ and ‘Vox’ were never bound for the same sentence. No one would believe you if you’d ever tried to tie Vox down with such a word. No, not when you both laid in a red—or maybe pink, the colors were ever shifting just as the room had been in your slightly drunken state—tinted room.

Sirens wailed in the muffled distance, hell’s white noise slipping through closed windows as you laid on your back in bed. The room’s air conditioning was just starting to seep into your skin now, and when you touch your arm it’s almost electric how you don’t feel cold but your flesh does.

You can taste the stale air when you dampen your lips with a brief swipe of your tongue.

“No, I just … I didn’t think I’d be checking into a love hotel with, well—you, of all people.”

“Ouch.”

“I’m nobody, Vox. And you’re … you’re whatever your audience wants you to be.”

“Alright. This is getting personal,” Vox grunted as he rose from the bed, almost like a dressed corpse coming to life before he disappeared into the bathroom.

“Showering?”

“Mhmm,” he called from beyond the door he left ajar.

Your clothes clung to your previously sweat-slick skin. It had been your time now to sit up as you got up from your bed to change out of your shirt. The robes would have probably done just fine, at least, it wouldn’t retain the smell and memory of the night you spent with a man you’d just met. Oh god, you heard yourself think that as if the night had ended.

Your pants had completely been kicked off to the floor by now as you wandered over to the closet. You caught the brief second of darkness within before the lights flickered to action, presenting you with a pink robe with furry white lapels with hearts that trailed down them.

“Hey have you—”

You turn to your left and freeze up completely. The alcohol in you made a poor attempt at shooting up your system but it didn’t mean that it hadn’t rattled you just as much as the current situation had … oh god.

Vox’s eyes briefly zip down where they shouldn’t, and god, you thanked whoever had clearly possessed this headache-inducing room that you still had your undergarments on but neither of you had been inclined to move.

Finally, you rolled your eyes, then quickly regretted the motion that took your head for a spin before you scoffed.

“Vox. Please.”

“Please what, dear?”

“A love hotel, really?” You finally let out the question held within the grasp of what withered self restraint you had left.

“I called up Vel and Val, the tit fuckers used my house for their stupid dinner party. Said they had a deal to close and my house was apparently the least trashed. And anyway, this is the best love hotel on this side of the pentagram, and …”

Vox’s hand crawled up the closet door where your hand still rested.

He ran the tip of his index finger down your forearm. The faint yet acute touch of his nail guard had you reeling back a shiver you couldn’t let free. You clenched your jaw.

“We did meet at a bar.”

Vox’s eyes had dropped to half-mast now, and it wasn’t as though you hadn’t seen this coming.

“Vox,” you couldn’t help the smile that overtook your complexion. “You’re a handsome guy—”

“Mhmm—”

“But I’m just … not looking for that right now.”

“I know. But I just find it funny that you should say that because … I’m still looking at your incredibly bare body.”

“Underwear.”

“Doesn’t make you any less sexier.”

And you don’t know what came over you in that moment, but your arms crash landed around his neck as you tasted him on your lips, his tongue quick to lap at your mouth as you opened wide for him too.

Your body was too hot on his, his own hardware whirring so loud that you heard it over the moist sounds of your tongues meeting.

Even if you had really thought this over, really, this might have been the worst and best decision you would ever make—worst because you barely know this man and you knew people who smiled for the press were shells of who they once were. Can’t put your tongue into or around something that’s hollow, that’s just wasting time.

But it was the best, because, oh fuck did his fingers feel so goddamn good where they lingered. And he hasn’t even slipped them into your underwear yet.

But you grabbed his wrist at the highest height of your hastened heart and you smiled at him.

“I’m sorry. I can’t.”

Vox looks down at you for a moment, almost as if he’d needed a moment to part with the view before he gave you a little nod.

“Fuck. Okay.”

After you both untangled yourselves from each other, it hadn’t taken very long for you to settle down on the bed, your arms around him as he draped his arms around you as well, adjusting your duvets to cover you up nicely as he rubbed your shoulders.

“You cold?”

“No. You?”

“I’m just fine. You keep me overheating, you know.”

“Oh, Vox, you have such a way with words!” You dramaticized, and you chuckled almost like a small child but his shoulders shook as he joined you.

“Fuck you. It wouldn’t have been bad if we fucked.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I don’t kiss and tell, sweetheart.”

“Of course not. Vox shooting his load in sinner trash? Oh god, what will the papers say?” You had begun to think you were getting too good at this.

“Oh, darling.”

Vox’s hands left your body only to arrive at your chin as he angled it to face him.

“You’re not sinner trash.”

“Is that so?”

“My dear if the exterminations rained down today, they would have taken you back.”

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I finally got around to digitalizing this design ♡

It's now available on Threadless for anyone who's interested!!!

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||🔱🪹 Chimera!Adam AU🪹🔱||

Let's go in the garden~ 🥀🪽

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GuitarSpear's Fanchild - Grete

Someone requested an Adam x Lute fanchild, so here she is! I tried my best to make her look like both of her parents.

My mom even helped me pick a name for her!

Adam and Lute had Grete before extermination day during Season 1. She was 4 years old when Adam died.

Despite extermination day being cancelled, Lute still trained Grete on how to fight for self defense and to also get revenge on the demons in hell.

Grete works out very often.

Lute taught Grete to hate demons and sinners.

She's very close with Emily since Emily often babysits her.

Grete and Maxxy Morningstar HATE each other because of their parents history.

So sorry that this took so long!

Hope you all like this character! Expect more fankid content soon!

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doodle i did to try and cure my art block lol

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No One Can Know... (13/?)

Word Count = 3,883 Words

Rating = Mature (Sexual Content/Humor)

Chapter 13

I know we said that sex isn't love

But it seems like enough for us

I know we said that we're having fun

But, I'm getting too numb to your touch

- BAD OMENS

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Alastor gave an exaggerated groan. “Ugh, this is most unpleasant.” He said, sinking himself further into the hot water and foaming bubbles; his arms draped limply over the sides of the extravagant clawfoot bathtub, his legs fully outstretched and submerged as he leant back languidly – completely relaxed.

“Funny, I was just thinking that you looked like you actually might be enjoying yourself.” Lucifer told him; he laid reclined against Alastor in the tub; his head resting on Alastor’s lower chest, looking up at him. “You’re certainly less skeptical now.”

“Well, when you asked me to ‘take a bubble bath’ with you; I assumed it was something sexual that you were wanting.” Alastor remarked.

“From ‘bubble bath’?”

“Luci…most everything you talk about is sexual. I really don’t think that I was very far off the mark when I took your offer with a fair bit of caution.”

“Hm, true.” Lucifer allowed. “And, I mean…we are both naked.” He added suggestively.

“There is it is.”

Lucifer chuckled. “I’m surprised you humored me, actually.”

“I’m not opposed to trying new things, and all kidding aside, this is quite lovely; especially after the week we’ve had.”

It had been a week since the hotel had begun making its preparations in defending against Heaven’s planned attack. Three weeks until extermination. All residents had taken on extra duties and tasks in preparing Rosie’s cannibals for the onslaught, fortifying and re-fortifying defenses, assembling and distributing weapons and carefully evaluating their strategic plans when applied to a wide variety of possible in-battle scenarios.

“So, bubble baths are a new thing for you?” Lucifer asked, half-teasing.

“No, not really. But, having a bubble bath with the King of Hell…that’s something novel.”

Lucifer tilted his head; then, he shifted himself forward his back leaning away from Alastor now, absently swirling water and bubbles with one claw.

He was getting better at reading Alastor’s tastes in….intimacy. He knew Alastor was naturally independent, that he was often touch-averse and felt easily smothered if too much attention was directed toward him; physically and emotionally. However, his mood was a spectrum and it varied greatly; even from moment to moment, but he had subtle indicators that Lucifer was learning to pick up on that clued him in to what he might expect.

His ears seemed to be the best tell-tale. If Alastor was feeling especially touch-averse; his ears would stand up, perfectly straight – neither rotating, flicking, lifting or raising; never reacting to things said or things done around him. Lucifer suspected that Alastor – whether intentionally or unintentionally – refused to outwardly express himself in these moments. The fact that Alastor kept his tail constantly hidden – for the most part - made Lucifer believe that it was intentional, namely due to the fact that his tail was a dead give-away to his moods, it’s movements likely more involuntary in it’s signaling. If Alastor was feeling open to being touched; his ears were all over the place – constantly moving, tweaking or turning; openly and overtly expressing himself.

The trouble with reading Alastor, though, was that he was rarely one way or the other. He often gave mixed signals; the expressions on his face – apart from the eternal smile – and the expressions of his ears regularly contradicted each other, and it was hard knowing which one was genuine. More often than not, it seemed that Alastor himself couldn’t tell what kind of a mood he might be in until they were already doing things. Alastor often tolerated some touch but rarely felt like being intimate. Lucifer, himself, craved touch and affection so they both were left with finding creative ways to meet each other’s needs partway. Alastor worried that this might prove frustrating to Lucifer, but so far, the angel seemed pleased to have a challenge to occupy his time and mind with.

The bubble bath they currently were enjoying together was just one example of this. As intimate as it was: Lucifer’s only physical contact with Alastor was the touch they shared simply by being with each other; Lucifer sitting or lying against Alastor in the tub. Lucifer wasn’t being invasive to Alastor with the exploration of his hands; nor did Lucifer press him for anything like it. It was something that – for now – suited them both perfectly.

Alastor shifted behind him and Lucifer turned to look when a sizeable tentacle lifted itself; emerging and dripping wet form the water. It hovered for a moment before rising and sliding over the edge of the bathtub and slithered itself beside two rubber ducks Lucifer had sitting decoratively on a bathroom counter. The tentacle curled around the little ducks; picking them up and pulling them to Alastor.

“So what’s with these anyway?” He asked. “I’m very curious to know.”

Both ducks were made to have cutesy little bath caps on, different only in the colors of the caps. Alastor regarded both with sharp and interested eyes before the tentacle stretched and flicked; dropping both ducks into floating and bobbing in the water with them.

“Uh…nothing. They’re…well, it’s really just a stupid little hobby…you know.” Lucifer shrugged against Alastor; poorly feigning nonchalance.

“Mmmm…’stupid’ is not a word I would have thought to use.” Lucifer turned, looking back over his shoulder at Alastor.

“You’ve clearly spent a great deal of time and thought in making them – and there are many. They must be important to you, significant - in some way…” Alastor explained. His tentacle was slithering in and out of the water; playfully moving around the ducks like it was some sea monster of lore; threatening their little lives. “I would be more inclined to call it…endearing more than anything.”

Even Alastor was able to admit to himself that Lucifer’s nonsensical, naïve and childish parts of his personality were starting to grow on him. But, much like Alastor…Lucifer had his own puzzles to be worked out; and Alastor had every intention of finding and completing each one.

Lucifer sighed; lifting one of the ducks into his hand – water trickling between his fingers as he held and tilted it.

“My original angelic form – my natural form – was something very similar to a duck. I lost it when I…when we fell from Heaven. I can’t even shapeshift myself into a regular duck. I started making them as a kind of a joke and fun little gifts for Charlie when she was smaller but then, I uh…I don’t know. I got good at making them and they made me feel like…like I was doing something; creating something for an intent that could never be misread as nefarious or result in any true form of failure if I made a mistake.”

Alastor listened; absorbing his words in silence.

“Heh, like I said…it’s stupid.” Lucifer slid his hand back into the water and the little duck bobbled over to its counterpart.

Alastor’s tentacle lifted itself from the water; touching Lucifer’s face and turning it so that he was looking directly into Alastor’s face.

“No. It’s remedial and it’s beautiful.” Alastor told him, softly. “Take pride, my King. There is strength in healing.”

Alastor’s tentacle released him and Lucifer looked back to the ducks; feeling the sting of tears - and a small smile on his face.

“Can I ask you a question now?” Lucifer poked at one of the ducks; sending it bobbing away from him.

“You may.” Alastor allowed; his smile genuine.

“What is it that you be gaining from your deal with Lilith? If not power…what exactly do you want when you are all done with this?”

“She hasn’t told you?”

“No, she wouldn’t.” Lucifer shook his head. “She takes her deals in private and keeps them that way; even from me. I’m also not the sort of person that would ask her to tell me something like that.”

“Hm…well, please forgive me; but I’d rather keep that fresh little tidbit between Lilith and myself.” Alastor was playing with the ducks again; this time he was using his tentacle to swirl water into a miniature whirlpool; the ducks sliding in and spinning in a chaotic fashion.

“Somehow, I thought you would say that.” Lucifer turned, giving Alastor a narrowed and suspicious look.

Alastor laughed.

“You’re free to offer up any theories you may have; I’d quite like to know what you come up with. What I will tell you is: I doubt it’s nearly as nefarious as you might expect.” He paused. “Then again, that may be partially untrue. I could just be biased.”

“That makes…no sense.”

“Yes, well, I do love to be shrouded in mystery.” Alastor chuckled. “But, do get to know me better, Luci, and I’m sure you could venture a guess.”

“Isn’t that what we are already doing?” Lucifer asked him.

“Why, yes. Yes, it is.” Alastor replied, obviously unwilling to say much more on the subject Lucifer was prying him for.

“You’re such a dick sometimes.”

Alastor snickered at this.

Moving; he pulled Lucifer into him – holding the angel firmly against his naked torso.

“Quite, right too.” He said, lowly.

Done with the ducks; his tentacle dipped below the water and bubbles in the bath; snaking itself in-between Lucifer’s legs.

Lucifer tensed as it briefly touched him; sliding itself against his hidden but erect length.

Alastor sighed; his breath wafting against Lucifer’s wet skin as Alastor leant his head down.

“Have you been this hard for me this entire time, your grace?” He clucked his tongue. His grip tightening; holding Lucifer firmly to him as the tentacle slowly and purposefully wrapped itself around the devil’s shaft.

“Let me take care of that for you….”

Lucifer gulped.

“No zapping.” He quipped.

Alastor chuckled darkly against him.

“No zapping.” He promised, moving the tendril – pushing and pulling, sliding and slipping…

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The next morning found them in Alastor's room at the Hazbin Hotel; both beside the small dining table that Alastor kept placed within his personal bayou.

Alastor stood with Lucifer – without his jacket and wearing shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows; drinking his coffee while Lucifer tried to make heads-or-tails of the doodling Alastor had done. The messily made sketches were for the plans involving the first few waves of cannibals who would be defending the hotel.

His steaming teacup forgotten, Lucifer leaned closer - trying to mentally separate the strategic notes scribbled into the drawings from the chaotic mess of doodles depicting: torn off wings, decapitated heads and a very concerning amount of bright yellow blood that was supposed to be coming from the angels that were being ripped apart by a hoard of cannibalistic demons.

"There is something wrong with you." Lucifer sighed, giving up all show for efforts when he noted the detailed doodle in the corner that he could only assume was: caricatures of Alastor and the Overlord Rosie, both enjoying the spilled intestines and organs of an eviscerated Adam; dining together as if he were a main course pasta they were sharing while at some high ended restaurant.

Alastor flashed him a wide and insane grin before there was a knock at the door.

They both froze, looking at each other with the exact same expression and nodding to each other. Lucifer waved his hand and the tea and cup he had had on the table vanished. With a soft poof, he turned into a small white snake and quickly slithered himself into a large bunch of reeds growing nearby. Alastor's shadow went with him, offering further concealment.

Alastor crossed from the bayou, into the main room and opened the door to his room.

"Why, Charlie!" He greeted happily. "To what do I owe the pleasure!?"

"Hey, Al!" Charlie smiled back at him, seeming a bit nervous.

"I know it's been a very busy week already and there's still lots more to be done,” Charlie acknowledged. “But, Vaggie and I were thinking that it might be good to keep up with some of the bonding and trust-building activities we had going, to...you know, build up some camaraderie among the ‘troops’!" She cheerily word-vomited at him, throwing a mock swinging punch there at the end for unnecessary emphasis.

"I think it is a grand idea, my dear."

"You do?" Charlie asked him, waiting for the backslide.

"Of course! Nothing like a good rallying before a battle!"

"Oh, well...yeah, that's the idea." Charlie smiled as she pulled a loose strand of her hair back, feeling pleased by his support.

Lucifer's snake form lifted its head, tilting it back and forth in a mocking gesture and rolling its eyes. Alastor wasn't sure if Lucifer realized it were possible, but Alastor could clearly see the sassy display through the proximity of his shadow.

"I actually hoped that...well, I'd very much like it if you came. We've missed you at the last several ones - I know you've been busy, of course! I didn't mean-"

"But, of course, I'll come! Why, I'd be delighted to!" He told her, enthusiastically. "Anything to get me out of another godforsaken strategic meeting with your father. You know how I just abhor the man..."

"You were meeting with my dad today?"

"That was the plan, but I'd much rather kiss a basilisk if I’m being honest."

Lucifer tilted his head, trying to decide if that was an insult or a compliment.

"When is this activity you have planned?"

"We're hoping to have everyone gathered in the lobby in one hour."

"Splendid! I will most unfortunately have to reschedule something with your father.” Alastor actually giggled. “Oh, don’t look so disappointed for the man. There will be plenty of time for such unpleasantries."

"Was my dad coming here? "

"Mmm, yes. Yes he was. "

"What if you asked him to join us?" Charlie asked him, tentatively. "I know you both don't always get along but he's helping with all of the preparations too...it might be good for everyone to get to know him better and he can see more of what I'm aiming to do..." She continued. "Then, after we're done, you both should still have plenty of time to discuss those plans you were wanting to. Sir Pentious is heading fortifications today and Angel's going to be teaching the cannibals some basic brawling stuff with Husk so we should be covered."

Alastor gave her his widest, pointiest and false-ist smile – clenching his teeth - knowing it made him look insanely unhappy about the idea, but still having to smile through it all anyway...: "Lovely..." His radio voice crackled sharply.

Lucifer's snake form flicked his tongue, agitated as he watched Alastor manipulate his daughter with such smoothness.

"Hehe." She laughed nervously. "Cool beans, I'll see you at the meeting."

Charlie stepped away and Alastor closed the door.

He walked back to the table within the bayou. Lucifer slithered out from the reeds, pausing beside the table. Alastor's shadow darted past and dipped to another dark corner of the room.

Lucifer's snake form lifted itself, hissing at Alastor. "You really ssssssssssuck ssssssssssssometimessssss, you know that?"

"Do you really have to exaggerate your S's like that while in that form?"

"No."

"Then, ssssssssstop it." Alastor spat his own tongue out at the snake, wiggling the end of it in a suggestive manner.

"Hey!" Lucifer's snake head turned, as if feeling flustered by the gesture.

"I didn't know snakes could blush like that." Alastor teased him. "It's rather cute."

"I will crawl up your leg and bite your balls if you-"

"What's got your tail all in a knot? I thought you wanted to spend time with Charlie."

"I do, and I have been since she first invited me here! But...." Lucifer shifted form and Alastor could see that he was visibly stressed.

"It's a....social event....gathering.....thing. I'm not good at those."

"Really, I never could have guessed." Alastor deadpanned.

"It's not funny, Al!" Lucifer barked at him. "I get all...anxious and sweating and I –“ He gripped the lapels of his jacket. “And, I'm really trying with Charlie but, I still can't talk about the hotel and the other residents already have this warped perception of who I am or who I should be and-"

Alastor leaned over, reached for Lucifer and pulled him to him; kissing him hard on the mouth. Lucifer froze; having to take deep breaths in through the nose when Alastor didn’t let him go right away. When Alastor did release him, Lucifer was left dazed and blinking but…quiet.

“Better?” Alastor asked him, a small smirk on his face.

“Yes…thank you.”

“Don’t get so hung up on all that small stuff. Charlie knows that you’re trying and who gives a fuck what the others think. Besides,” Alastor tilted his head; smiling wickedly. “I plan on being such a total and complete ass to you, down there; you’ll have your hands full as it is.”

Lucifer gave him a small smile.

“You know…”Lucifer started and Alastor rolled his eyes, already knowing where this was headed. “We’ve got lots of time before-“

“No.” Alastor told him, firmly. “But, what we could do is: go over the actual strategical plots and plans I have made instead of me just fucking around with you all morning.” He grinned.

“Oh, you…little prick.”

Alastor chuckled and snapped his fingers. The doodles on the table were sent away; replaced by various documents for them to study and peruse over until Charlie’s planned activity.

An hour later, everyone was gathered into the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel.

Charlie and Vaggie had set out two large, long tables with some chairs for the residents to use; stacks of paper and cups filled with crayons, pencils and pens all placed throughout. Lucifer was already happily chatting with the two women when Alastor strolled through the door and into the room; a giggling Niffty perched atop his head.

“First off, I want thank each and every one of you for all of the hard work you’ve been doing to get things ready for…well, for the upcoming extermination day.” Charlie flinched once she said it but then pressed forward. “There’s a lot more to do of course but I thought it might also be really important to work on some solid team building! You all know each other a little, of course. What I want you to do today is: draw or write something about another person that you find most significant or valuable in them as an individual; what about that person is special to you? I also think it best if we split up into assigned pairs: Vaggie and Cherri can be one…Angel and Husk, Sir Pentious and Niffty; and then Alastor and my dad!”

The groups started forming; Vaggie and Cherri bumped fists while Angel and Husk exchanged smiles. Niffty’s grin widened; showing a row of razor sharp teeth before she excitedly leapt to Alastor’s shoulder, darting down and joining Sir Pentious.

Of course… Lucifer thought to himself, dryly.

Lucifer sighed; moodily going to sit down in a seat at one of the tables. Setting his hat and jacket down, he slipped a piece of paper from one of the stacks, staring at the blank surface.

Vaggie watched him go; then saying something to Cherri, she moved over to Charlie.

“Hey, hun. Can I talk to you for a second?” After pulling Charlie to the side she asked, “Are you sure this is such a good idea?” She pointedly looked to the table where Lucifer was seated.

As they were talking, Alastor smoothly drifted into shadow; slipping down into the floor and lifting up again to rise and materialize at the other side of the table; across from Lucifer. Using one claw; Alastor dragged the blank piece of paper over to him; reaching for a crayon with his free hand. He toppled the cup; ignoring the mess of scattered pens and pencils – he concentrated on his scribbling.

“I mean, we talked about this, Vaggie, and you agreed with me that we should try make sure everyone was involved in the activity.”

“Yes, but I didn’t realize your dad would be coming…” Vaggie told her with concern “Alastor and your dad? They barely stand each other as it is… There’s other pairings we could make.”

Lucifer leaned on one elbow, staring boredly off into space. Curious, he glanced down at what Al was working on but Alastor slid his hand over the doodle; preventing Lucifer from seeing it. Rolling his eyes; he turned away.

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“I know that Vaggie but…in a few weeks they are going to be fighting with each other…it’s kind of important that they learn to get along. Besides, they’ve been strategizing formational plans together...how much could they really dislike each other?”

Finished with his doodling; Alastor set his crayon down and flipped the page up. Smiling widely with eyes pressed closed; he proudly presented his piece to Lucifer:

Alastor had doodled a goofy looking caricature of Lucifer: depicting Lucifer with a rather large head and a much smaller body. Drawn beside the doodle made was a small arrow – pointing to the messy sketch of Lucifer from the words, scrawled beneath, that read: “WIFELESS”.

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“I don’t know…maybe strategizing is all the bonding they need.” Vaggie suggested.

Turning his head; Lucifer saw the drawing; taking in its meaning. Without hesitating he glared at Alastor and flipped him the bird. Alastor’s smiled widened; peeking a look at the King’s response narrowly from his left eye.

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“It’s…important to me that they learn to work it out.” Charlie confessed to Vaggie. “I honestly think they could really get along if they gave each other a chance.”

Vaggie sighed. “You know your dad better than anyone. As for Alastor…” Vaggie leaned past Charlie; watching as Alastor quickly set his drawing down; adding to it with the crayon and flipping it back up for Lucifer to see. He displayed the exact same doodle; only now it had a middle finger added to one of the stick-ish hands. “Well, nobody knows Alastor. Let’s try it your way. See what happens.” Vaggie gave in.

Vaggie went back to where Cherri was and the group activity proceeded.

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Later, when it came to present their projects:

“Uh, what am I loo-, oh fuck.” Vaggie.

“Ah, fucking shit!” Cherri – happily laughing.

“Oh, dear…” Sir Pentious, lifting Niffty and covering her eye.

“Whoa…” Angel – eyes wide and a large smile stretching across his face.

Husk stepped away; carefully restraining any response he had to the intricate sketch that Lucifer had made.

Charlie squeezed in beside everyone, wondering what all the fuss was about.

“Wha-“ Charlie gasped and then hissed; “DAD!!!”

Lucifer and Alastor were standing apart from the group. Lucifer was standing with his back straight – chest out, and a wide toothy smile across his beaming face, clearly proud of himself. Alastor stood bent, leering very closely to his face…a dangerously dark look to his insane and smiling face, one eyelid very visibly twitching.

Lucifer had sketched a remarkable rendition to Swiss artist Henry Fuseli’s oil painting: The Nightmare. Only it wasAlastor who was depicted lying across the bed in a suggestive manner rather than a woman; his tentacles curled and rising around him in place of the typically symbolic incubus and horse. One tentacle held what looked to be his staff – the end of it aimed and placed directly into a rather obscene bodily location.

Lucifer had titled the intricate sketch: The Dildo

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The Nightmare:

Chapter 14

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~Lucifer x Angel!Reader🪽

Part 1 𖦹 Part 2 𖦹 Part 3 𖦹 Part 4 𖦹 Part 4.5 𖦹 Part 5

Summary: you're an angel who has been tasked as the intermediary between heaven and Lucifer and... Neither of you are what the other expected.

Warnings/promises for series: 18+, smut, first time, teasing, jealousy, no use of y\n, fingering, masturbation, oral (m & f receiving), weird tail stuff, use of the "C" word (both derogatory and not).

Warnings/promises for part 1: 16+, teasing, weird tail stuff, pining, dress up

A special WARNING. Please read.

Part 4 has serious subjects including noncon, NTR, breathplay, choking, deepthroating, and hints at death. If this is something that bothers you then please feel free to skip either it or this whole fic. No hard feelings. I will provide a summary of important bits at the beginning of pt 5 for anyone who wants to skip 4. Very "Dead Dove Do Not Eat"

Lucifer’s heart skips a beat as he looks at the time. He has to go, right now. He sneaks out from his palace, quickly making his way to the nearby lake. As he approaches he sees you sitting there under the weeping willow in your full angelic glory, gazing out at the water with your hands folded gracefully in your lap.

Lucifer spots you from a distance, his breath hitching as he lays eyes on the angelic beauty ahead of him. He walks towards you, taking in every inch of your ethereal presence. "My dear Seraph," he says with an exaggerated bow.

"Lucifer!" You say excitedly, pulling him down and into a hug. This isn't your first meeting. You and the king of Hell have been seeing each other for months now. At first you were both pretty awkward, but now you’ve become quite close.

Lucifer's heart skips a beat as he feels your arms around him, his own hesitating for a split second before wrapping around you in return. He savors the moment, the warmth and comfort that comes from your embrace. "My sweet angel," he murmurs softly, sinking into you.

"I missed you!" You say with complete sincerity. "How have you been since our last meeting?"

Lucifer can't help but let a warm smile spread across his face, "I have been well, my dear. I must admit, I found myself thinking of this place and our previous conversations during my absence." He looks deep into your eyes, "And most of all, I missed you too."

You smile happily and he swears he sees your cheeks turn slightly pink, though he tries to convince himself it's just the red ambiance of the Pride Ring.

You remember your first time meeting the King of Hell. You were a seraphim in Heaven and were supposed to pay a visit to Lucifer, The Fallen One. He was waiting in his palace, looking out a window with a view of the Heavenly Gate. With a glittering flap of your wings, you touched down on his balcony, feet gracefully coming to meet the stone while your gown fluttered around you with angelic glory.

As Lucifer turned to see you standing there you could swear his eyes widened. Clearly he’d been expecting someone else. After taking a moment to compose himself, he walked over to you and extended his hand, offering a warm smile. "Well, well, isn't this a pleasant surprise?”

You smiled shyly, holding your hand out as well. "The pleasure is all mine, truly."

Lucifer chuckled softly, taking your hand in his and gently pulling you closer. His touch was warm and electric, sending shivers down your spine. "And they say I'm not a charmer," he said with a teasing wink.

You blushed, blinking and looking down at the bowing man, nervous but with a look of slight fear in your eyes.

Lucifer's expression softened, his eyes taking on a more serious tone. "Be not afraid," he said gently, with a humorous smile. "I mean you no harm." He paused for a moment, letting the silence hang between you.

"It's not that,” you try to explain. “It's just… you aren't what I expected..."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, "And what did you expect?" he asked, his voice calm and almost amused. "A monster? A demonic creature bent on tormenting the souls of the damned?"

You blushed again, looking away ashamedly. "We're told stories about you." You said, not wanting to admit that he was entirely correct.

Lucifer chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Ah, yes. The stories Heaven tells about me." He sighed, leaning back against the door frame. "They're not entirely untrue," he admitted with a wry smile. "But then again, they never are."

You played with the fabric of your skirt. "But they seem so… wrong."

Lucifer arched an eyebrow, intrigued by your reaction. "And how so?" he asked curiously. "Are you telling me that you believed the tales of my wickedness and cruelty? Or perhaps did you think I was some kind of wronged saint?"

"They tell us that you're a corruptor. That you wish to turn all angels from God's side. That you're vengeful and angry and full of hate..." You said, avoiding eye contact. But now, standing here in the presence of the man himself you felt silly for believing such ridiculous stories.

"Ah, yes," Lucifer nodded knowingly. "The classic tale of the fallen angel turned devil. A story almost as old as time itself." He paused for a moment before continuing, his voice growing more serious. "But let me ask you this, child: who told you these stories?

You downcast your gaze. "The other seraphim... the elders... but..." You gripped your skirt tightly, wrinkling the fabric.

His gaze piercing, Lucifer leaned toward you, his voice soft and melodic. "But what, child? Don't be afraid to speak your mind."

"But you don't seem like that at all..." You said with a sad look on your face.

Lucifer paused for a moment, his eyes studying you intently. "And what do you see when you look at me, child?" he asked gently, leaning forward and placing a hand on your arm.

You looked at him, your eyes staring deeply into his. It was only then that he noticed their piercing, ice blue color. "I... I see loneliness..." You answered softly.

Lucifer's heart skipped a beat at your words. He hadn't expected that kind of insight from someone so young and innocent-seeming. The hand he had on your arm tightened ever so slightly before he pulled away, straightening his own posture once more.

You straightened as well, eyes widening, startled. "I'm sorry!" You reach toward the gap between you, but not actually trying to touch him. "I didn't mean to upset you..."

Lucifer chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "Please, don't apologize." He stepped closer to you, his voice low and warm. "It's been a long time since someone saw through me like that, that’s all. You have a pure soul."

A light blush crossed your cheeks. You stared for a moment, surprised, before smiling shyly and looking at the ground.

Lucifer watched you blush, his heart skipping a beat again. There was something about you that couldn’t help but fascinate him. "You know," he said softly, reaching out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "you remind me of someone from my past."

You looked up at him, wonderment in your wide eyes. "Who..?" You asked.

"A human," Lucifer said dreamily, his voice taking on a far-off tone as he remembered. "Her name was Lilith... She had the same innocence and purity that you possess." He looked back at you, his eyes filled with longing and sadness.

"L-Lilith?" You stuttered suddenly. "The first woman? Mother of demons? Queen of Hell? I... I've never heard her described as pure or innocent..."

"She wasn't always a demon," Lucifer said firmly. "She was once a human. And she was pure... until the darkness consumed her." He sighed heavily, looking down at his hands. "I miss her..."

"I heard that she's gone missing. She was your wife. That must be so hard…" you said softly.

Lucifer looked up at you, his eyes flashing with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "You truly are like her," he murmured, reaching out to gently brush his thumb across your cheekbone. "Compassion comes to you so easily."

"If she was so compassionate she wouldn't have abandoned you... abandoned your daughter, her people…!" You spat with an angry tone before realizing what you'd just said. You gasped, hands covering your mouth. "I'm so sorry! I-I shouldn't have said that!"

Lucifer's expression softened and he withdrew his hand slowly, placing it back down at his side. The intensity in his eyes faded, replaced with a gentle understanding. "No need to apologize, my dear," he replied calmly. "You speak the truth, however much it pains me to hear.”

"I'm just…” you searched your feelings. “I'm angry for you... is that... bad...?" You asked.

Lucifer's smile returned, gentle and reassuring. "No, my dear, it's not. In fact, it's quite the opposite. Knowing that you care about my wellbeing, even though you don't fully understand my past; understand me, it means a lot."

"If the other seraphim learned of this..." You said with fearful eyes, "that I held these feelings..."

Lucifer reached out to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear once more, his thumb grazing the back of your neck in a soothing manner. "There's no need to worry about that, my dear. The other Seraphim don’t need to know the details of our little conversation."

You looked up at him with astonishment. "I've never kept a secret from them before..."

Lucifer's smirk turned wry at your words. "Then I should be honored to be your first, wouldn't you agree?” He chuckled softly. "Just consider this our little secret, alright? And remember, I'm always here if you need to talk."

"I... I guess so..." You gave a small smile.

"Good," Lucifer smiled in return, his voice soft and gentle.

Ever since, the two of you had become relatively inseparable.

Lucifer's gaze lingers on your cheeks, a small smile playing on his lips as he leans in closer to you. "You are the most charming creature in all of Hell and Heaven," he says, his voice low and sultry.

"Stop!" You say, playfully smacking at his chest. Now you really are blushing.

Lucifer can't help but stare. You absolutely radiate angelic glory. He grabs your hand gently, placing a tender kiss on the back of it. "You are too adorable," he says, squeezing your hand before letting go. "And that is likely going to be a problem."

"A problem?" You ask.

Lucifer takes a step back, running his fingers through his hair. "Yes," he says, with a nervous smile. "Unfortunately you can be mistaken for nothing but an angel. If you're going to keep coming down here we're going to have to get you a disguise..."

You perk at the suggestion. "A disguise!?" You say excitedly. "Like a sinner disguise?"

Lucifer chuckles at your enthusiasm. "Something like that," he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I think I know just the thing..." He gestures and a golden portal opens revealing a dark hallway, full of different costumes and disguises.

With wide eyes you take his outstretched arm and step through, looking around at all the clothing. "Lucifer, this is..."

Lucifer watches you, a smirk on his face. "To die for?" he says, completing your sentence. "I know.” He begins looking around at the different costumes. "We could turn you into a demonic groupie, or a hellish businesswoman. The possibilities are endless.”

"And I can pick anything?" You ask

"Of course," Lucifer responds, giving you a sly grin. "Within reason, of course," he adds, glancing around to make sure no one else is around.

With an excited squeal you run into the hall, your eyes darting around wildly. Lucifer watched you grab an outfit and place it atop the rack only to begin pulling at the ties on your angelic robes, beginning to undress right there in front of him. The shock alone almost gives him a heart attack.

Lucifer feels his heart leap into his throat as he watches the puddle of your clothing grow at your feet. "WAIT!" he cries out spinning around to avoid accidentally seeing anything, his face tomato red. "What are you doing!?"

"Trying on one of the outfits?" You answer innocently.

"Y-yes, but in private!" Lucifer sputters, trying to regain his composure. He turns around slowly, keeping his eyes trained high above your head as he tries to push the more scandalous thoughts away. "You'll have to excuse me for being startled."

You blush but continue to change once he's turned around. "I'm sorry, I guess I've never really had to think about that before," you say shyly. "I'm only ever around the other seraphim and they're all girls."

Lucifer's brain comes to a screeching halt at your words, his face immediately softening at the thought of a young angel like yourself being so innocent. He clears his throat and smiles gently. "Well, things are definitely a little different here," he says with an embarrassed laugh.

"I'm finished! what do you think?" You say excitedly. Lucifer turns around and immediately turns bright red. The outfit you've chosen leaves very little to the imagination. You've chosen a tight pink backless dress with a plunging neckline and a slit that reaches your upper thigh.

Lucifer's eyes widen and his jaw drops open just a little. He swallows hard, trying to regain his composure, but failing utterly. "Y-you look...wow," he stammers out, taken aback at the sight before him. The air in the room turns electric as Lucifer forces his gaze from your barely-covered form to your eyes, a slight tremor in his hand as he reaches to adjust his coat. "A rather bold choice." He manages to say, unable to tear his eyes from your exposed skin despite his shock.

"Will this be a good disguise to wear in Hell?" You ask with a big smile.

The air around Lucifer turns frosty as he imagines other inhabitants of Hell seeing you in such a state. The idea of anyone else seeing you dressed like this makes ice run through his veins. "No, absolutely not," he says firmly, his eyes darkening slightly as he tries to shake off the disturbing image. "No, no, noooo."

You get a disappointed look on your face. "Is this one no good?" You ask, not understanding.

"It's not that," Lucifer says quickly, reaching out to lift your chin with his fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You look stunning, simply breathtaking. But in Hell, such an outfit would attract far too much attention."

"Oh..." You say with a furrowed brow. "But I've seen others with clothes similar to these?" You say, confused.

Lucifer lets out a chuckle at your observation, his fingers still gently holding your chin. "Yes, you're right. You likely have seen others dressed like that in Hell. But trust me, you do not want the kind of attention that they attract."

You nod, beginning to understand. "Okay. Should I try something else then?"

Lucifer's lips curl into a small, approving smile at your compliance. He releases your chin and nods. "Yes, that would be best. Perhaps something that still shows off your... assets," he says with a smirk, "but with a little more discretion."

You nod, taking the suggestion and turning back to the rack and tapping your lower lip in thought, as Lucifer turns to give you privacy once more. As he does, Lucifer can't help but steal one last glance, admiring your form. He turns to give you privacy, but his mind lingers on the image of you in that ravishing dress.

He can hear you shuffling as you change only to call out to him when you're finished. "Okay, what about this one?" You ask. He turns only to find that this outfit is worse than the last. While, yes, it is less revealing, it consists entirely of tight black latex, the material clinging tightly to every curve and dip in your body.

Lucifer's eyes widen to saucers at the sight of you, taking in the outfit. The tight latex hugging your curves, highlighting every inch of you. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, before finally choking out, "T-that... you..." once again, the image of you walking around Hell dressed like this gives him terrified heart palpitations. "No... I-I don't think this is a great choice either..."

You look saddened, your lower lip even poking out in a cute way. "What's wrong with this one?" You ask, looking down at yourself. "Isn’t everything covered?"

Lucifer stares at you, a look of sheer terror still in his eyes, "Well... yes, everything is covered, but..." he takes a moment to compose himself before speaking again, hoping his heart stays in his chest, "It might be a little too tight…”

"Too tight...?" You repeat back quietly, still unsure what he's getting at. You could breathe just fine after all.

He takes a deep breath as he finally blurts it out, "It might be a little distracting for me… and everyone else in Hell." He says, trying to be diplomatic. But as he looks you up and down, a slight blush tinges his cheeks, it's mostly him he's worried about.

"Distracting?" You look at yourself in the floor length mirror beside you, twisting and looking at your back as well. The poses, while innocent enough, only accentuate your perfect body and drive Lucifer absolutely mad.

"Yes, distracting." He admits, trying to hold your gaze, "You see, your... appearance is quite... alluring. It's just..." He runs his fingers through his hair, his eyes glancing at the outfit again, "...aaahhh.... how to explain this...?"

"But there's hardly any of my body showing?" You say curiously. "This one goes from my neck to my ankles?”

His eyes quickly scan over your figure, from head to toe, as he takes in every curve of your new outfit. "Ah... yes. Technically so. But..." He pauses, trying to find the right words to express himself before finally shrugging, "You still look... very tempting."

"And that's a bad thing?" You say innocently.

"No." He shakes his head, "It's not bad... It's just..." He again searches for the right words as he watches your reflection in the mirror, "Complicated. For me anyway."

His words finally seem to get through to you, your eyes brightening as you stand a little straighter. "Oh! ok. I understand." You smile, putting your hands together in front of you with a quiet clap. "I don't want this to complicate things for you. The whole point is to blend in better, isn't that right?"

He smiles, relieved at your understanding and pleased that he managed to convey his feelings to you, "Yes, that's exactly right." He nods, pleased that the both of you are on the same page with this matter, "We want to draw as little attention as possible."

"Maybe you could help me pick something then?" You ask, blushing slightly. "I'm afraid my choices didn't seem to be what we need here."

"Of course," he offers, turning his attention towards the clothing racks. His eyes scan over the various garments, stopping on a black dress that catches his eye. "How about this?"

Your eyes sparkle with interest. "Oooh! yes!" You say excitedly, taking the dress from him and turning back to the mirror to change.

Lucifer turns around once more to give you privacy. He's only turned but a few seconds when he hears your tiny voice.

"Um... Lucifer...?" You ask, sounding embarrassed.

"Hmm?" He asks, not looking back over at you but instead tilting his head slightly as he notices your tone, "Is something wrong? Do you need help?"

"I... I can't get this off..." You say quietly. "Can you help...?"

Lucifer blushes at the implication... surely you mean that you need help with the zipper or something, right? He can handle that. He'd done that loads of times for Lilith and Charlie. He turned to help only to be stunned into silence.

There you stand, the latex bodysuit unzipped from your neck all the way to your lower back. Your pale, lavender-tinted gray angel skin peeking through the shining, dark martial. You clutch your hands at your chest, looking back at Lucifer over your shoulder, embarrassed.

"It's stuck." You say softly.

He turns beet red at seeing you half undressed, and quickly turns away to collect himself. Lucifer clears his throat before turning back around. He slowly moves towards you, trying to look anywhere but at your bare skin, and carefully tries to help you get out of the latex suit. "I... okay. Um.. hold out your arms."

You do as you're asked, obediently holding your arms out so Lucifer can begin to peel the suit from your shoulders. His touch is light but firm as he helps you out of the stuck latex. He can't help but sneak a peek every now and then, feeling his cheeks warm as he does so. The more he removes the more he begins to realize he’ll have to unveil your entire body before you get this completely off.

Lucifer's heart races in his chest as he continues to carefully help you out of the suit. He tries to keep his focus on the task at hand, but he can't help but notice how your body begins to be revealed more and more with every inch of fabric he peels away. "O-okay, now pull this arm out." He instructs.

You do as you're told, freeing one of your arms making it significantly easier to free the other as well, and without completely uncovering your chest. Now all that's left is the hips and legs, but Lucifer is unsure how to do that without having you become completely naked in the process.

His chest tightens as he realizes the predicament you both are in, his heart racing as he considers the options. "Well, uh, I suppose we could try to carefully unzip it all the way down and then slip it off your hips..." he suggests.

"Okay," you say, moving so the zipper is within his reach. Lucifer looks down at it, resting on your lower back, mere millimeters above your perfectly round ass. He's going to have to touch you to do it...

Lucifer's breath hitches in his throat. He swallows hard, gathering his composure before reaching out to slowly trace his fingers along the zipper. His touch is gentle, electric as he begins to lower the zipper, feeling your body heat through the fabric. "Ok," he says once you're fully unzipped, looking up to the ceiling and blushing. "Now try and pull it over your hips."

You lean down, letting your torso become fully uncovered, but as you're facing away from him, he doesn't actually see anything but your naked back. It's not until you begin to wiggle out of the hips that he realizes you weren't wearing anything underneath the bodysuit. Lucifer almost swallows his tongue.

His breath hitches again, the sight of your bare back already filling his mind with a flurry of sinful thoughts. Without thinking, Lucifer's wings burst free, the topmost set moving to cover his face, which is now a nice cherry apple red, hiding your exposed form from him.

You pull the bodysuit down past your hips and give out a sigh of relief. "I didn't realize how hot that was until it was off... probably good not to pick that one." You say with a giggle.

He swallows dryly from behind his wings, the tips twitching from the sheer display before him. He tries his hardest not to be tempted, to not look as his mind continually undresses the rest of you. "I trust you can handle the rest..." he says before turning around. Giving his heart a moment to still itself, Lucifer finally lets his wings retract. His gaze falls straight towards the distant wall, every nerve in his body alight.

"Um..." Your voice comes once more. "I think I might need help again..." You mumble.

Lucifer's eyes snap straight up as you speak and he practically wills his wings to stay tucked. As your words register, he freezes, his throat tightening. He can't help but imagine what he will see should he turn his gaze back towards you. "I- I'm listening." he says, trying his best to control his voice... and his instincts.

"I've got it mostly on but I need help lacing the back..." You say softly, and with a hint of effort in your voice.

Lucifer turns around and is immediately in awe. There you stand in the outfit he picked out. A black dress that has a fitted corset top but a loose skirt that stops mid thigh. The sleeves are puffy but off the shoulder, and the knee high boots that you've put on match so well he almost can't stand it. The dress is absolutely stunning, a perfect blend of elegance with just a hint of playfulness. Your smooth skin and the way your hair cascades over your shoulders like a waterfall of silk is nothing short of mesmerizing. And the boots? Chefs kiss. When he's finally able to pull his eyes away from you, he realizes you're desperately attempting to lace the back of the dress and failing, little sounds of effort and frustration escaping you as you do.

"Is this one no good either...?" You ask, sounding worried, when you see him staring silently.

Lucifer feels his heart thump unexpectedly against his chest as you speak, being met with an overwhelming display of your beauty, he almost can't find his voice. He quickly averts his gaze with a cough, afraid of being caught staring. "N-no! No, umm... you look stunning," he stammers, trying to maintain his composure. “This is the one.”

You grin, happy to have finally found something good. "Well, then can you help me lace it up? I can't seem to do it right..." You reach behind you, holding the black laces that are partially inserted into the corseted back of the dress, though messily.

Lucifer's eyes immediately narrow as he watches your fingers struggle with the laces, noticing the slight flush of embarrassment creep onto your cheeks. Without a second thought, he gracefully approaches you and carefully removes your fingers, holding the laces gently. "As you wish, my dear.”

"So you like this one?" You ask as he deftly begins your work on your back.

His touch lingers on your back as he smoothly begins to weave the laces through the corset, carefully pulling and tightening them. A mysterious smile finds his lips at your question, pausing briefly before answering. "I must admit, I can't recall ever seeing anything quite as captivating,"

You blush, looking at the floor. "Surely that's not true..." You say softly. "You were there at the beginning of creation. surely you've seen far lovelier than me."

He chuckles softly, moving to stand closely behind you, his breath warm on your neck. "Ah, my dear. Time and again, I have witnessed the beauty of countless creations and marvels. But there is something that sets you apart - an allure that transcends physicality."

You straighten at the sensation, a shiver running down your spine that makes your skin glow with angelic glory.

Lucifer leans back a moment, having finished your ties. "Now... that's going to be an issue..." he says with a sigh.

"Oh, I suppose so. Most sinners don't really glow do they?" You ask with a worried face.

"Only the ones on fire," he says, smirking when you look shocked at his dark joke. He conjures a small, concealing spell around you, dulling the glow. "Now let's do some final touches," he says, adding a set of black curled ram horns and a tail to match. "And to finish it off..." he snaps his fingers and your seraph wings are transformed into a smaller, more manageable set of bat wings. "Now you are truly fit for Hell," he says with a pleased smile.

Your eyes widen as you look at yourself in the mirror. You do a little spin and your smile slowly spreads from ear to ear. "This... I look incredible. You'd never know I was an angel! And these cute little wings!" You say flapping them sweetly.

"Well, that was the point, after all," he says with a lazy smirk. He watches you, his charismatic glimmer still there. When he sees your smile, it widens, and he knows he did a good job. "I'm glad you like them. They're functional too, so you can still fly, but they won't be quite so in-the-way and obvious.”

"They're perfect!" You shout, turning to Lucifer and jumping into his arms, hugging him tightly in appreciation.

He catches you with ease, his eyes widening for a moment. As Lucifer regains his composure, he smirks at your sudden display of gratitude, wrapping his arms around your waist and giving you a gentle squeeze. Enjoying the embrace more than he'd care to admit before placing you back down.

"So what now!?" You ask excitedly before giving him your best attempt at a seductive look. "Shall we begin my first day as a succubus?”

Lucifer's cheeks turn redder than usual, he hadn't intended to make you look like a succubus, but you were right, you did resemble one. It was truly taking everything on him to keep the thoughts at bay. He leans in a bit closer, enjoying the thrill of playing with fire. "Well, we could...?"

You quickly take his hand and drag him through the double doors leading further into the palace. Excited to see who notices, or perhaps doesn't notice.

Lucifer follows you without resisting, enjoying your newfound boldness and confidence. He's curious to see what will happen when people see the new, glamorous you. As you both enter the grand hall, some demons glance over and immediately take notice of the beautiful new being with him, but none react as though you're an angel. So far, it seems to be mission accomplished.

Everything is going well until an imp walks by and brushes against your new tail and you stop suddenly, squatting down into almost a fetal position, your tail wrapping protectively around you. Lucifer chuckles as he sees the imp do so, it was bound to happen at some point. "Oh, look at that." He says, trying not to laugh out loud. "Seems like someone is enjoying their new form" He smirks devilishly at you. But you don't answer.

The Imp quickly scurries away, not realizing the VIP he just brushed against. Lucifer raises an eyebrow at you, intrigued by your sudden silence. "What's wrong, my dear?" He asks, his voice smooth as ever, his other eyebrow also raised in curiosity. He approaches you and leans down to look at your face, only to notice how flushed you've become, trembling and glassy eyed.

"Lucifer..." You whimper.

He looks at you with a mix of confusion and concern. Squatting down to your level, he reaches out a hand to gently cup your cheek, caressing it softly with his thumb. "What's the matter? Did that imp upset you?”

"N-no it's just... I've never had a tail before..." You blush and look away. "It's... it's sensitive..." You attempt to explain with heavy breaths.

A worried look crosses his face. "I'm sorry, maybe we should go somewhere more private until you get more desensitized to it." he suggests, putting an arm around your shoulders. He snaps his fingers before helping you through the newly opened portal and into his study, a room full of books, board games and a large fireplace. He sits you down on the lounge couch near the fire and sits next to you, placing his hand on your back gently, offering support.

"Ok so... I should apologize. I'd forgotten how sensitive tails can be, especially new ones," he says embarrassingly, rubbing the back of his neck. "But it goes away after a while, once it's been handled a little."

You look up at him with a dazed look. "Will you help me with it?" You look up at him from under your lashes. "I've never felt something like this before. I..." You ask in a timid voice.

Lucifer's eyes widen with a mix of surprise and intrigue at your question, "Are you sure?" he asks, not wanting to let his eagerness push you to do something you aren't comfortable with.

"If you don't want to, that's okay..." You say sweetly. "I'm sure it'll be fine. I'm surely just overreacting. We can go back out," you attempt to insist, but as your tail wags it rubs the leg of Lucifer’s pants and you can't suppress another shiver.

Suddenly the image of you out in the middle of the Pride Ring flashes into his head. Any passerby able to reach out and touch your tail, leaving you a puddle, all without understanding why... no. He couldn't allow that. He took a deep breath to steady himself.

"Nonsense," he declares, rising from the couch with a grace reminiscent of his angelic origins. "Let me help you," he gently turns you slightly away from him, getting ready to handle your tail with care.

You nod, giving him a very thankful look before letting your tail flick up and onto his lap with a slight flinch. A gentle smile tugs at his lips as you allow him to handle your tail. Tentatively at first, he wraps it around his fingers, careful not to hurt or startle you.

His touch is so gentle and yet it sends such strange sensations through you. You find yourself gasping, blushing, and flinching slightly, your eyes closing tightly as you try to suppress all the noises attempting to escape you.

Lucifer's grin widens as he realizes he can hear something akin to a soft moan, a pleasurable gasp. His confidence shoots up through the roof as he leans in. "Is this still okay?" he asks, "Not too much?"

You shake your head a little more forcefully than you’d intended. "N-no. I'm ok. I can handle this. keep going."

A feeling of deep contentment fills Lucifer as he can see the mix of embarrassment and desire flashing across your features. But he doesn't comment on it, merely smiles sweetly and starts to run his fingers along the length of your tail.

You try to keep yourself calm but a squeak still escapes you, and it seems as though once one escapes, more are determined to join. You curl up a little as his fingers touch your tail, shuddering and gasping, almost too overstimulated, but not quite.

Lucifer's eyes light up as he realizes there's a bit more passion hidden behind your reserved exterior. He continues gently caressing and massaging your tail, making sure to pay attention to each movement your body makes. He watches you with a mix of amusement and desire, his eyes sparkling. Then he starts to lightly squeeze and tug on it, a slow, teasing motion, his thumb tracing teasing circles up to the base at your back.

"A-ah..." You let out a shuddering breath, my body trembling.

He can feel how warm you're getting from your tail, it's radiating heat, not to mention your cheeks are quite red now. Your eyes are growing foggy. Lucifer can't help but feel something at your response, his fingers still moving in steady, deliberate strokes and teasing squeezes. The sight of you becoming so visibly flustered and aroused only serves to ignite the fire burning within him. He starts to gently caress your tail with more confidence. His actions are measured and deliberate, a perfect combination of roughness and tenderness, leaving you squirming just enough to make him feel like he's in control of your reactions.

You place the back of your hand against your mouth to stifle the sounds that are clawing their way up your throat. Lucifer smirks at the sight, his eyes locked on your hand and the trembling movements it makes as you struggle to control yourself. He finds himself growing more and more infatuated, enthralled by every sign of pleasure that escapes you, despite your efforts to hold back. Then he gets an idea. With a sly grin he lets his tail appear, slipping like a snake around and between the two of you until it reaches yours, coiling around it and tangling them together.

"L-lucifer..." You whimper out, your other hand reaching out to grasp at his shirt.

"Yes, my dear?" Lucifer asks, letting his own grin grow wider as he watches you struggle against your newfound lust and his growing influence. He feels the twitching of your tail against his and decides to take this teasing to the next level.

"W-what's happening...?" You ask as he continues.

Lucifer opens his mouth to answer only to get his first real look at you since he started. He finally sees your distressed face, the tears in your eyes and the quiver on your lip.

"L-lucifer... it's... it's too much..." You say with a quivering voice.

Seeing this, Lucifer immediately stops and pulls back, his expression softening. "Sweetheart, oh no." Guilt washes over him for his actions, knowing that he went too far. He let his excitement overshadow your needs. "I'm so sorry..." He gently untangles your tails before moving you closer to him until he can feel your face buried in his chest.

"Lucifer..." You say softly, pressing your face into him, inhaling his sweet scent.

He wraps his arms around you, feeling the heat of your body against his. "I'm so, so sorry, my dear." He responds in a whisper, as if trying not to break the moment. Lucifer places a gentle kiss on top of your head, holding back the urge to completely lose control again. "Are you okay?" He asks, looking down towards you. A small, tender smile crosses his face as he sees that you’ve dozed off in his arms. He looks down at your peaceful expression, feeling a warmth spread through him. Slowly, he turns to lay down on the couch with you still cradled in his arms.

Hours later you awaken, Lucifer holding you lovingly against his chest. Remembering what had brought you there, you blush, quickly pulling away and magicking away your disguise, at least for the time being. You hear Lucifer stir and turn to see him just as he sits up. Groggily rubbing his eyes.

“Time to go home already?” He asks, a sad note to his musical voice.

“Unfortunately,” you answer with a somber smile.

“Before you go let me give you something." Lucifer stands, leaving the room for a moment. When he returns he holds out his hand, asking for your own. You do as he seems to want, and he quickly wraps something around it, it's soft and surprisingly warm.

"Wh... what's this...?" You ask, eager, not having seen it yet.

"Look and see," Lucifer replies, his voice low and seductive. When you pull your wrist back you see a single long feather—white as snow and glistening in the dim light of Hell. It is soft to the touch, almost silky.

With wide, shocked eyes you look at Lucifer. "Is... is this... one of yours...?" You ask, incredulous.

Lucifer's smirk returns, full of wicked delight. "Yes, it's one of my secondary feathers," he replies, his voice thick with meaning, his fingers tracing circles around your wrist. “With this," Lucifer whispered, his lips grazing the skin of your wrist, "if you ever need me. I will know and I will come to your side."

Lucifer watches as you smile and blush, pleased by your reaction. He can't help but feel a twinge of possessiveness towards you, as if he was slowly but surely drawing you into his world.

“Thank you…” you say softly, aware of how big a deal a gift like this is. Secondary feathers, like primary feathers, do not grow back, but *unlike* primary feathers, unless one loses all of them, their flying won't be impacted. Loss of too many primary feathers will cause either a severe difficulty or, in most cases, the inability to ever fly again. With as much power as these feathers hold, you instantly understand the seriousness of this gift. “Truly… you bless me.”

“I’d want it with no one else. Go home safely and return the same,” he says with a soft kiss to your knuckles.

With a heavy head and a confused heart, you open the portal home and step through, allowing yourself one last glance back at the King of Hell's gentle face.

WHOO! I'm excited to get this off the ground. Things are only gonna get more steamy from here, and part three... Well... Let's just say I'm excited for part 3...

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