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Possessive Lucifer {2}

Chapter Summary; Lucifer makes do with his promise. One thing leads to another, and you’re stuck in an alcove with a jealous Lucifer and his new promise. He’s going to ruin you.

Pairing: Lucifer x reader

Rating: Mature

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: 2/2

Word; 6.000

Warnings; character death, smut (please no minors only 18+), dirty talk, possessive Lucifer, slight exhibitionist kink, unprotected sex (remember to be safe), rough sex, semi-public sex

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing

A/N: Tihi, who asked for possessive and hot sex with the devil in a closet?

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The night was long. Fancy champagne, fancy dresses and fancy people. The small talk, the fake smiles and laughs. It was dreadful, but if you thought finding an opportunity to get the monster of the night alone couldn't come sooner, Dean was getting desperate.

You don't know how often you'd found him pleadingly looking in your direction during the night, silently asking for you to save him from another conversation he didn't want to engage in from the beginning. Although you aided him when you could, it was impossible to do it all the time, concerning you needed to entertain your own occasional company.

Thankfully, the initial mingle session seemed to be over soon as people gradually moved towards the stage where the orchestra had been playing until now. Albeit following the group gathering there, you searched for Sam or Dean.

Spotting a tall brunette glancing around the room -off to the side but without a doubt having followed the crowd assembling by the stage- you headed towards the person you recognised all too well.

Not until the people not far from him started to part as you excused yourself did Sam finally see you. He caught your gaze and nodded in a silent greeting before you were close enough to join him.

"Finally, a familiar face", he said on an exhale once you joined his side. You noted how his shoulders dropped in relief, and concerning you barely had been able to have a word with him since you entered the venue, you believed him.

"Though happy to finally see you, I can't say the same here. I've acted as Dean's saving grace a few times", you replied, eyes scanning the crowd for the older Winchester.

"He probably needed it more. It looked like he would rather go back to purgatory than stay here a minute longer". You chuckled at his comment, somehow feeling it was partly true.

"So, how should we tackle this then?" You lowered your voice and took a step closer to the brunette to not attract the attention of the people around you, motioning with a nod to the man you were here for as he entered the stage.

"After the speech, the party will open up, much like before", Sam began as the man of the evening tapped the microphone, earning most of the audience's attention. Causing the taller man to bend down slightly and lower his voice even further. "Mr Chan will rejoin the party after a change of outfit, a more fitting one for the later evening".

You threw him a glance, the edge of your mouth ticking upwards. "Look at you, could almost think you're a shapeshifter from how you blend in with these folks". Sam, however, only shook his head at your comment, a low laugh escaping beneath his breath.

"Only doing my best to get as much information as possible because how much it ever looks like it, I more than a little anxious to get out of here".

"Good that I'm not the only one". You looked to your right, finding Dean having appeared out of nowhere.

"Nice of you to join us", Sam greeted his brother, earning a look from the older hunter.

"Have tried for the past five minutes to find you", he said without any humour in his voice. It was only then you noticed how Dean still had his shoulders rolled back, perfecting his posture even further by having his hands clasped tightly behind his back. "My next goal is to leave this place", he muttered.

"We'll... see if we can meet up with the man of honour after his speech". Sam chose his words carefully as he informed his brother, whose gaze was fixed straight ahead.

"Good enough, you'll go with Sam".

"No way, ain't letting you roam around on your own when you barely can hold a conversation", you argued.

"She has a point, Dean. We'll take those two corridors that wrap around, and they aren't deserted until further into the house". The younger Winchester gestured discreetly to the openings on the left respectively right side in your line of vision.

"Fine".

"Go with Sam. He can do the talking". You tilted your head towards the tall man to your left.

"You can't go on your own". You were met by Dean's furrowed brows as he turned to face you.

"I'll be fine. We'll meet up before we face our main man anyways". You looked to Sam, who nodded in agreement before looking forwards.

If he would've liked to argue, the older Winchester was cut off as Mr Chan finally greeted his guests.

***

A clicking sound echoes in the empty hall as you walk away from the crowd.

After everyone applauded, you and the boys gave a final nod to each other and split up as the crowd dispersed. It would’ve felt disrespectful to not listen to the speech, only counting down until it would end if you’d been any other person tonight. But the truth was, you really hadn’t cared about what the man said, so neither could you recall anything. But if you had to guess, it would be similar to everyone's thank-you speech. Grateful for you, they and us, excited to continue towards further greatness.

Your feet were aching as you neared the end of the corridor, or so they’d done from the night's second half and onwards. Blisters were forming where the stiff material of your heels rubbed against your skin, and you couldn’t wait until you could take them off.

"Whoa there!" You were startled at the voice, even more so by the hands suddenly gripping your upper arms. Then, snapping to look upwards, you found a pair of brown eyes looking down at you, surprise pinning a dark-haired man's eyebrows high on his forehead.

"Sorry", you mumbled, offering the man you accidentally ran into when cutting the corner an apology as you stepped out of his hold.

"No worries", he smiled, and you offered one back, about to step around him when he moved to the side, halting your action. "Can I offer the lady company back to the party?"

"I have to decline. I'm on the way to powder my nose, but thank you", you smile, hoping your quick fabricated lie passed as more than the commonly worst quick-escape excuse.

"Yes, of course", he dipped his head when a chuckle left him. "Makes sense since you're heading the opposite way". His dark eyes found yours again as he lifts his gaze.

"Yeah, but have a good evening, enjoy the party", you smile, about to move, but yet again, he blocks your path by following your step to the side.

"I would much rather enjoy something else".

"What?" Your eyes widen, taken aback by his sudden comment.

"You're a real beauty, you know". The brunette steps closer, eyes adverting from yours. As the brown-eyed man rakes his gaze over your body, you can practically feel the trail they leave behind. When they finally settled on yours again, it felt like his eyes had turned even darker. "And I would much rather enjoy something like you than those dummies in there". His smile is ominous as he jerks his head towards the room you just left, and your nose scrunch in disgust.

"Absolutely not". You take a step away, looking over your shoulder, but the main room isn't in sight. You’d somehow forgotten you just turned the corner.

Rather than thinking your averted attention was because you tried working out whether or not it was possible to make a hasty retreat from a situation steadily making you more uncomfortable, the man must've thought you looked for someone.

"Why? Are you here with someone tonight?" You whipped around to face the dark-haired man once more when his voice suddenly sounded closer.

"I-", you began but cut yourself off when he grabbed your upper arm. "Let go of me!"

"Not until I get an answer". The man's voice was calm, but at the same time, there was a dangerous edge to it.

"How about just fucking no", you gritted out, clenching your fist, ready to send it straight into his jaw. But you didn’t get the opportunity.

His hand had slipped downwards, circling your elbow to tug you close with surprising strength.

Shock forces you to concentrate on not losing your balance rather than breaking free. As you look up -coming too close for comfort to his face- you're greeted with a sneering smile. It sends a shrill down your spine, driving you to jerk back, attempting to distance yourself from the man, but he only digs his finger further into your arm.

"Come on now, pretty one, don't be so difficult-". The man's sentence is abruptly stopped as his mouth remains open, face falling.

Something disappears from his features, then his eyes. You stumble backwards when his hold slackens, hand shooting to rub away the sting in your elbow.

And it's then when your eyes follow his arm falling to his side, you find the bloody fist sticking out of his chest.

You choke on your breath, witnessing the owner pulling their hand back, causing the body to slump to the side. And as the dark-haired man falls to the floor, your eyes instantly flicker to the person behind him.

Whatever part of your hindbrain still in fight or flight had imagined a monster awaiting you, but any kind of adrenaline-induced fear evaporated when you were met by Lucifer.

The devil was looking at his red fist, almost in disgust, as he twisted his hand and flicked it to get the excess blood from it, a few droplets joining the slowly widening red circle on the floor.

"Lucifer!" You hissed, reality finally catching up with you when your eyes remained on the man sprawled on the ground. "You can't just-". Before you finish the sentence, you're cut off as your gaze is pulled up by a hand gripping your chin. The last thing you see before your eyes meet the devil is him stepping over the body and the pool of blood.

"Yes, I can", he spoke slowly, leaning in closer when he resumed. "I said I wasn't scared of killing for you".

Your heart warmed, almost an uncomfortable amount, at what the devil suggested and proved. With the feeling came a pang of guilt urging you to push down the reaction you'd had to his words. "But-"

"But what?" There's a bite in his voice, a dark flame igniting in his now red eyes. "What he would’ve done to you?” He snarls, voice raising. “I can tell you he would’ve forced himself on you, probably used you without you able to do anything". You feel a twitch in his fingers before he moves to hold the side of your neck, his thumb lodging in the hinge of your jaw as his other digits curl beneath your ear.

"If you insist on asking, then please, answer my questions: If I would've played by your human norms, what would he have done? If I had not cared about coming when I felt you... what would have happened then?" You made no further attempt at finishing your earlier sentence when he continued in a similar resentful manner.

The archangel staring down at you was correct, even if you hadn't -or been unable to during the moment- realised any of the points he made was true. You had felt unsafe, unconsciously knowing the situation hadn't looked all too favourable. Despite being a hunter, to fight off a six-foot-plus man without anything but your fists isn't easy. And if anything, Lucifer would've been the first to know how you felt about such a situation, and it was for the same reason he must've come.

"That's what I thought". At Lucifer's voice, you return to the present, eyes flickering between the angel's red ones.

"Still, you can't kill someone innocent". You don't know why you pleaded the man's case. You would've liked nothing more than to knock him unconscious. But dead? And for your sake? No matter how the man behaved, it didn't feel right.

However, Lucifer didn't budge on the matter. As a matter of fact, he froze, not uttering a word.

His thumb that had been nudging the hinge of your jaw pressed into that hollow between neck and throat. Without a doubt sensing your pulse jump just beneath your skin.

And then, Lucifer pressed his lips to yours. But it wasn’t gentle. Instead, it's heated, possessive, his tongue moving past your lips to swipe back and forth.

The force almost rocks you off your feet, and the devil notices as his hands slide down to your throat and he pushes you backwards.

You stumble, mind reeling when his body steps into yours, not as much for support as for simply forcing you backwards faster. When he finally breaks the kiss, you're dumbstruck, panting against his lips as you watch him with wide eyes.

"If I would've been able to read his thoughts, I know very well he wouldn't have been innocent", he growls as you can't do anything but follow his lead, legs still shaky and mind not grasping the situation yet. Nevertheless, you have enough brain capacity to glance at the dead man on the floor.

"The body Lucifer, we can't just-". A snap of his fingers was all it took for the body to turn into dust. Then Lucifer's hand slid up until his thumb pushed against the underside of your chin, angling your face upward and forcing you to meet his gaze.

"I am here". The authority in the devil's voice would’ve made your eyes stick to him no matter if you could’ve escaped his hold on you. That's why you barely noticed how his arm stretched around you, at least not until you heard a doorknob turn and your surroundings changed.

You entered something akin to a small scrub. At the edge of your vision, you notice how shelves line the walls, a cluttered mess of different cleaning supplies stacked on top.

Just as you wondered how deep it was, you caught something sounding close to a lock clicking in place, and for a second, it became dark. Then, a yellow light flickered to life above your head, showing you how Lucifer closed the space between the two of you.

He pressed close to you, welding you against something at your back, causing a hard surface to dig into your lower ass. Lucifer’s bloodied hand perches on a shelf above your head while he practically leans over you, caging you against whatever you'd backed into.

You feel small as he towers over you. The wings obscuring the rest of the room behind Lucifer don't help to ease the sensation. Something in your body squirms, and you nearly want to sink further away to escape his heavy red gaze.

"Lucifer". His name was a shaky whisper, spoken unsteadily because you still feel what you now have coined as boiling rage through the bond. Even so, he put his finger against your lips, pursing his so a silencing sound escapes them before he speaks.

"I'm gonna fucking rail you until that man is the last thing on your mind, little one", he speaks lowly as his finger slips down to play with your lower lip, his gaze falling to watch the action before he shocks you by leaning down for a kiss.

He slots his mouth over yours, tongue not waiting nor begging for entrance before it slides against yours, urging you to move against him as he tilts your head to deepen the kiss. And you do, a warm sensation flushing through your body as his lips passionately slip over yours. Soothing his nerves as something else enters not only the air but your bond.

It's swift, like a switch flipping, the sensation changing enough for you to feel it immediately.

Although there's no need to dissect it, the devil makes clear what it is as he makes your breath catch when one of his palms settles on your thigh, parting the slit and exposing your skin even further as his hand slides upwards.

The green fabric cascading down your lower body collects at his wrist. But Lucifer doesn't stop with a cradle of your thigh. Instead, he continues upwards until his fingers reach your clothed pussy, where he wastes no time waiting to play with you through the thin material of your panties.

You keen into the kiss, shock and a tremble forcing the sound out of you, but it's simply swallowed and muffled by the devil's passionate lips moving against yours.

"Did he hurt you?" Lucifer husks when he breaks the kiss but doesn't stay far away as he noses down your neck, getting a mumbled 'no' before he continues. "Did he leave a mark on you?"

Eyes still closed, you tilt your head backwards, giving him more space to work with. "No". The man's grip may have been firm, but it wouldn't bruise.

"Good", he reaches a familiar spot on your chest, the same one he'd paid particular attention to before you left for the hunt. "Because only I can do that", Lucifer mumbles against you before pressing a kiss over the material where the already formed hickey was hidden.

"What about all the monsters then?" You gasp when Lucifer suddenly press his finger against your clit.

"Those you kill". You feel the devil's teasing kisses along your throat, senses still cranked to a thousand since earlier. That's why electricity shoots through you when Lucifer reaches your mouth and nibbles at your lower lip. "I take care of the humans". He grins against you before he leans away.

"That's reassuring to hear". You attempt for the breathed reply to sound anything but just that, but any form of verbal response is getting more challenging to conjure.

"Those ideals of yours are too bothersome. Someone must have some sense", the devil mused before cocking his head. "And you should know you're my favourite plaything anyways, so you don't need to worry".

The bastard smirks down at you. You can feel it but not see it clearly. You see his outline, how it's blue and not red staring down at you, but still hazy like you'd gotten something in your eye and no matter how much you blink, it doesn't clear. And somewhere along the way, your eyelids get stuck halfway as you attempt to hold what you assumed was Lucifer's gaze as he so effortlessly circles your clit.

You barely believe it wasn’t his grace when he’d been able to speak without the slightest hitch. But you notice his forearm shifting when your head falls forwards to rest against his chest, hands leaving the table top you'd clutched behind you to fist his clothes.

A high-pitched whimper stems from your vocal cords as he speeds up, and not long after, you sense Lucifer beside your head, his voice following suit.

"Better keep it low, little one, or else someone might hear", he husks in your ear, though you barely notice how the archangel isn't as unaffected as you thought when you burrow your head further into his chest, biting your lip as you squirm against him upon his warning. You don't even notice how your thighs clenched around his hand, attempting to further relieve the building ache in-between your legs. But, the devil does. "Or maybe that's what you want? You want to let everyone hear you, hear who makes you feel like this. Is that it, hm? You want to let them know you're mine?"

That's what sends you over the edge.

Your body convulses against Lucifer's, kept up solely by his body pinning you in place and the hand cupping your heat, prolonging your pleasure as good as possible with flicks to your clit.

In an attempt to silence yourself, you bite your tongue, the edge of your teeth digging into the soft flesh, yet it does little to quiet down your heavy panting. Hopefully a little muted by the fabric you're pressing your face against.

The sharp edge of blissfulness fades when Lucifer pulls his hand out from your dress and clutches your waist possessively. However, your eyes flutter when you feel his touch leave you, and your head hangs in the air rather than resting against his chest.

"No", tumbles from your lips as you reach for Lucifer's neck, pulling him into a kiss when he's about to back away. Even though the devil ungracefully clashes against you -teeth knocking against yours as he rattles the things upon the shelves above you when his hand slams into it once more as he hadn't anticipated your action- he quickly falls into the hungry way you press your lips against his. "I need you", you mumble between kisses.

"Thought you had an important hunt?"

Your hands fall to his belt buckle, undoing it and the button of his jeans. "Make it quick then". The devil groans against your lips, likely not expecting you to insist on one risking one of the Winchesters coming to look for you and finding you like this, but he didn't waste a second.

His hand replaces yours after you pull down his zipper, dragging his pants and boxers down far enough to pull himself free.

The confinements of his pants must've been uncomfortable, concerning he's already hard, tip an angry red colour as he swipes his thumb over it, spreading the spend beading there. When he grips his length and fists himself, a fuck is mumbled beneath your breath, a chuckle escaping Lucifer as he watches how intensely you follow his movements.

Not before long, you reach for him, your fingers replacing his, and a repressed groan leaves Lucifer upon your touch. But he wasn't still for long before grabbing the material of your dress, rucking it upwards and to the side until it pools around your right hip. He steps closer, placing himself between your legs to keep the material to the side.

"So ready for me". Lucifer seeks out your pussy again, your juices soaking through your panties, coating the upper part of your thigh and now getting smeared against his knuckles.

"Yes", you stutter out, hand stilling around his length as it gets difficult concentrating on more than him petting you through the lace covering your still sensitive heat.

"You almost sound needy".

"And you're close to getting smacked if you wait any longer, either by me, Sam or Dean", you groan back.

"So violent", Lucifer reply with a tug of his lips. Nonetheless, he tugs your panties to the side and shifts closer.

The head of his cock bumps against you, and you feel him twitch in your palm while a shudder journeys through your body. You direct him towards your weeping entrance, the head of his cock notching against your entry.

A gasp leaves you as he slides into you with repeated rolls of his hips until he's seethed deep within you. Your head tips back, and your fingers knot in his jacket. He stays still, letting you adjust briefly before he begins pumping in and out.

Your breath stutters, and a fog rapidly wraps around your brain, like something addictive drugging you, causing all the tension in your body to melt away. The fingers intertwined in Lucifer's clothes skates upwards, and so does the hand you'd rested against his side, up and up until they circle beneath his arms and grabs his shoulders for support.

He presses closer to you, his clothes rubbing against yours. The duller coloured fabrics encasing him crinkle the vibrant ones wrapped around you. Even so, Lucifer's naked hips are pressed close to yours, kissing your thighs and mound each time he buries himself as deep as possible.

The earlier relief in your body moves through your muscles like vines, sucking out strength only to hoard it in your core. A vibrating, almost tickling sensation builds in your gut, blossoming into something sweet yet dry on your tongue.

Your head drops, and you burrow it against his neck, littering it in kisses and bites to silence yourself. However, it has the opposite effect when you reach the sensitive spot beneath the archangel's ear, and he reacts by rutting harshly into you.

"Fuck, Lucifer, please". The words slip from your mouth and curl along the shell of his ear. His motion falters, but he grinds his pelvic bone against your clit.

"Already begging?" The words were heaved from deep within his lungs, a growl initiating his following sentence. "Forgot that this is your dirty dream".

"Rather, yours!" You press your face further into his skin as a particularly rough thrust makes you moan the last word loud enough that if anyone walked past the scrub, they definitely would've heard.

"Don't think they heard you yet. Give the people another, would you?" He groans lowly, his fingers wrapping around your neck to bring you from your hiding and force you to stare into his eyes instead.

"Fuck off", you spit. But the venom in your voice melts away in an instant as Lucifer punishes you by pulling out almost entirely before slamming into you. Causing your eyes to slip close and your jaw to slacken. Still, you managed to silence yourself by letting out a choked sound rather than a loud moan.

"Don't get cocky now, not when you're the only one caring if I undo the lock behind us". The devil said against your lips, watching how they parted further, yet he didn't lean in to grant you the kiss he knew you wanted, enjoying your struggle to be silent. And when he didn't, Lucifer noticed the creases between your brows deepening, your tongue pushing into your inner cheek as if to divide your attention from your pleasure. The one he didn't even need to feel through your bond to know it thrummed through your body.

You felt the devil smirk by the little twitch of his lips, and you wanted to wipe the smug look off his face. Although, rather than succeeding with quelling his satisfaction, you probably only granted him a further one when your hand snapped to your mouth, teeth digging into the meet at the base of your thumb to silence yourself when Lucifer picks up the pace.

His hands move to clutch your waist, and your dress slips down a little, rubbing in between your and Lucifer's naked skin. The tabletop behind you moves, thudding slightly against the wall with his new pace.

You keen when the archangel presses close to you, grinding his hips rather than pulling in and out after almost slipping out from how soppingly wet you'd become. He's so deep, hitting something inside you that causes your toes to curl uncomfortably in your heels and your thighs press against his hips.

"I can feel that you're close". Lucifer's words are breathed into your ear as his head drops, locks of his hair curling against his forehead. "Let them fucking hear you". His hand grips your wrist and rips it away from your mouth, naturally letting it fall together with his until it hits the edge of the countertop. Your fingers curl along the metal edge. The devil's into your skin.

Despite your attempt at softening your moans, the feeling of climbing a mountain peak with quivering legs and bathed breath beyond the top has you unable to control the sounds you let out. Your pants turn into whines until they reach the deepest part of your lungs and emptiest them by moulding air into a groan.

You topple over the edge when Lucifer makes the tiniest readjustment of his hips, one you don't even know how to describe, but he hits that spot that makes you instinctually cling to him as your head snaps backwards.

Your legs shake, and a high-pitched, wavering whine is squeezed from between your lips.

It's like something sourly-sweet curls in the lower part of your stomach, your muscles spasming as your body does nothing but soak in it. And it doesn't take long before the devil joins you from how you squeeze him, stilling and twitching in the way that makes you consciously clench around him one last time before you lean more of your weight against the table behind you.

Your head lolls forward, and you find Lucifer's neck. You breathe in his musky scent, feeling a softness entering your bones, accompanied by his body's comforting chill.

His breaths fan your hair away from your neck. Each exhale is a hot sweep against your sticky skin. You feel him shuffling, and a noise leaves you when he slides out of you to tuck himself into his boxers. Yet, when Lucifer's palm settles against your cheek and makes you look at him when he stands tall again, you forget the empty feeling when a shudder rushes down your neck and through your body.

His eyes are half-lidded, those blues gazing at you almost lazily. Then, with a slight tilt and pull, he brings you in for a kiss. Yet, despite his appearance and the gentle and warm glow streaming through your bond, his kiss is fevered.

The devil slants his lips against yours, tongue running along the seam of your lower lip before he licks into your mouth, swallowing the sound you make. Your hand presses into his hair, fingers curling into his damp blonde locks to tug him closer. Lucifer grunts, deepening the kiss until he reaches a frenetic pace.

You both are getting carried away, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you remember you don't have all the time in the world. Breaking the heated kiss, you pant against the archangel's lips as you rest your forehead against his. And it seems the pause not only calms you but Lucifer's as well.

"You better get going". You laugh breathlessly at this.

"Yeah, good idea. I'll just meet up with Sam and Dean looking like this". You lean away to motion at yourself with a flick of your hand, not needing a mirror to know you looked fucked out. His eyes flicker over you at the invitation to do so.

"Just say you stumbled into one of their companions. You have the story, and now-". He lowers the hand he'd held the shelves with and drags it over your shoulder and upper chest. At the edge of your vision, you spot the red stains the partly dried blood leaves behind. "-you look the part even more". As he gives a final swipe over the swell of your breast, your eyes snap downwards.

"I would've slapped you if you destroyed this dress", you huffed in relief as you examined the smeared red lines on your upper body resembling splatter you'd attempted to wipe off but only made it worse. "And don't tell me that the man wasn't a human all along".

Your gaze rose, seeking out Lucifer's. "No, very much human, very much a dick, just trying to come up with excuses for you". The corner of his lip tugged upwards, and no remorse could be found in his eyes concerning his earlier actions.

"You're unbelievable", you chuckled in disbelief as you closed your eyes.

"Hm, no, you and your heroic moral is for liking my little display". The devil runs his clean fingers up your side with the occasional press, mimicking little steps.

Your flex your jaw, eyes opening to stare into his.

Mirth, the same kind always noticeable when he knows he's right, plays in those wisps of blue. You tilt your head upwards, attempting not to give him a reason to be any smugger.

"Need an answer, little one", he smirks, leaning just out of reach for you to be able to kiss him. Concerning he's still pinning you to the desk behind you, there isn't much more you can do than scoff and twist your head away from him, staring at the wall in the opposite direction.

"Don't become prude now", he chuckles. "You're past the point of it being believable when you fucked the devil in a closet, in this pretty dress and with a party going on just down the hall". You swallow. Turning your head just the slightest bit so you can look at him. He cocks a brow, awaiting your confession.

"Fine", you say, but Lucifer only tuts.

"Not good enough. Tell me you liked how I killed that man for you and then showed you who you belong to". Your mouth drops open, but you quickly shut it as you bite your tongue.

Sam and Dean were probably waiting for you, and if you didn't join them any moment now, they wouldn't be able to wait to go after the kitsune, but neither would they want to leave without you. And knowing them, they would probably split up, not taking the chance it could just be a guest holding you up for this long. Sighing, you pinned a grinning Lucifer with your gaze, a finger coming to rest on his chest to accentuate your reformulated agreement.

"I did like how you saved me in... your own devilish fashion, and I can't say I'm complaining about the following event". The archangel's wings fluttered.

"Will do for now", Lucifer hummed, raising his bloody hand to pull you into a kiss. It's a shorter one, your lips moving slowly against one another for a few seconds before he leans away and lets you slide down to stand on the sole of your feet once more.

Concerning the feeling of your mixed spends trickling out of you -your panties not much of a cover- you're thankful you chose a long dress. However, it feels like the sex you just had is sticking to your skin in more than one way, and you can’t wait until you return to the motel to freshen up. Not only to feel like Lucifer didn't cling to your body for the duration of the trip home, but the blood he’d covered you in.

The thought, along with the red you notice in your peripheral at that moment, reminds you he'd smeared a new streak of blood across your skin. Raising one hand, you smudge the crimson on your cheek and upper neck, frowning at your stained fingers as you resist the urge to wipe them on your dress.

Feeling someone staring, your eyes find Lucifer's, noticing how he'd cocked his head.

"What? I would rather not have a bloody handprint with a compromising placement. It wouldn't help me with the whole run into their companion instead of having hot sex with the devil in the closet".

His mouth ticked upwards at that and something about him standing so casually with his jeans still zipped down and belt buckle hanging open was almost too domestic to not be home in the bunker but in a scrub.

Lucifer observes you while your eyes roam over him, a small smile forming on your lips.

Once your gaze meets the archangel’s, you know he noticed. Without thinking, you move towards the door, ready to leave the way too small scrub. However, you didn't consider your legs would be even unsteadier in heels than previously. So you stumble forwards.

The sole reason you don't trip is thanks to Lucifer’s quick reflexes as his arms shoot out to steady you.

"Should watch your step". The devil helps you to stand straight, and you shoot the amused devil a glare.

"Shut up", you mumbled under your breath, slightly embarrassed he saved you from looking like a complete fool right after he caught you checking him out. "And these things can go fuck themselves", you curse your heels, begrudgingly holding onto the archangel's arm still wrapped around your front for further balance as you step out of your heels one by one.

Immediate comfort makes you flex your feet when you feel the wooden floor beneath you. Then, when cracking sound comes from your toes, causing you to close your eyes for a second and sigh in relief. Then, a slight tightening at your waist makes you open them again and nearly reluctantly raise your gaze until it meets Lucifer's.

"Don't let the monkeys wait any longer". The devil steers you towards the door with a slight push after moving his wings out of the way, surprising you as you hadn't thought that was what he was going to say.

"No goodbye kiss?" It’s instinctive, but you put a fake-pout on the end of your question to not let the devil catch on to how you don’t want to part from him without a last goodbye this time.

His cocked brow doesn’t tell you whether he did or not, but it does reveal he considers your question. And, when he leans forwards, grips your chin and presses his lips against yours, it shows he’s much easier persuaded than you'd been earlier tonight.

"Now go before I keep you here for the rest of the night". There it was, you thought, chuckling as you unlocked and slipped out of the door with your heels in one hand and sensing the devil watch you disappear down the hallway.

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violetduchess · 10 months

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21. “You made me miserable and I still loved you.” -Lucifer

As the weight of all the tumultuous moments finally became too much to bear, you found yourself standing before Lucifer, emotions simmering within you like a brewing storm. The frustration, the hurt, and the relentless trials you had endured had finally reached their boiling point.

"You made me miserable," you uttered, your voice laced with a mix of anguish and determination. "And yet, I still loved you."

Lucifer's gaze met yours, his normally composed expression faltering for a brief moment. The air between you crackled with tension, the words hanging heavy in the silence.

You continued, your voice steadier now, filled with the remnants of your shattered heart. "I loved you through your demands, your high expectations, and your unyielding control. I loved you through the moments you pushed me away, the times you dismissed my feelings, and the sacrifices I made for your sake."

Your words echoed through the room, resonating with the raw truth of your emotions. The weight of your love for Lucifer, despite the pain it had brought, bore down on you. It was a love that had weathered countless storms, one that had tested your very limits.

"But I refuse to let your actions define my worth," you declared, your voice firm and resolute. "I will no longer allow myself to be caught in the cycle of misery. I deserve better."

As the words hung in the air, a mix of emotions flickered across Lucifer's face—surprise, regret, and perhaps even a glimmer of understanding. In that moment, you realized that your declaration had shaken him to his core, exposing the consequences of his actions.

With a newfound strength, you turned away, no longer willing to be a prisoner of your own affection. You took a step forward, leaving behind the pain and embracing the future that held the promise of healing and self-discovery.

Though your heart still carried the weight of bittersweet memories, you knew that you had chosen yourself over a love that had taken its toll. And as you walked away, you couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope, knowing that in time, the wounds would heal, and you would find a love that nurtured your soul rather than suffocating it.

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perplexedflower · 2 years

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

Fandom: Supernatural.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Lucifer x Female Reader.

Type: Drabble.

Words: 550.

Chronology: Any season.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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the-demonus-aunt · 2 years

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Impatient little lamb

A quick lil Luci drabble I wrote in my notes in 5 mins.

CN NSFT. Dom!Lucifer x reader. Reader has a clit, vagina and long hair. Fingering. Slight praise kink.

You're in his lap, one of his arms around your shoulders to support you, the other hand exploring how wet you already are for him.

He hums as he slowly dips his fingers into your cunt. They slide in way too easily for someone who hasn't been touched yet.

Lucifer's breath, hot and carrying hints of demonus, fans over your face as you moan and arch your back, welcoming him in.

He smiles and pushes deeper, earning himself a sigh of bliss. Two fingers curl up, right into your sweet spot, at first try. Two others glide along the sides of your clit, barely touching it.

"Not enough", you hiss. The demon tuts.

His other hand snakes around your shoulders, reaching for the strands of hair that have fallen around your face and were hiding all the pleasure he wanted to witness.

Tucking them behind your ear, he chuckles and presses harder into you.

"My, my, don't be such an impatient little lamb. Your cunt looks so gorgeous with my fingers buried in you. I'll be doing this all day."

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angelltheninth · 2 months

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Can you do little scenarios where Hazbin men fuck their girlfriend out of jealousy?

Fuck yes I can! I 100% can!

Pairing: Alastor, Lucifer, Adam, Vox, Valentino x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, jealousy, cunniilingus, kissing, marking, biting, deals, restraints, collars, breeding kink, possessive sex, vibrating cock, being watched, height difference

A/N: Going nuts thinking about these.

Alastor wished he could put this feeling of jealousy to rest. This wasn't like him, he wasn't usually this possessive over the people he made deals with. Your soul was already his, all that was left to claim was your heart and body. His shadows wrapped all around your body, keeping you in the air, tied up, unable to touch him while he rutted into you with force you've only seen him use when he was killing his enemies.

Lucifer was never a jealous man. He assumed he had no need to be. Yet his heart ached when he saw you happily chatting away with another powerful demon. By his side you were his soulmate, the love of his life, his Queen. His. You feel his teeth dig into your thighs as his cock pushes all the way into your mouth, silencing your whimpers and cries before he returns to your pussy, his long tongue shoved in deep, sighing as your taste overwhelms him.

Adam tells you that you're a stupid bitch if you think you could ever do better then him. You should be grateful to be his woman, to get his cock in your cunt every night, to get his seed in your womb and have the chance to give birth to his children. No other man should so much as glance and in your direction, let alone talk to you. But in case they don't get the memo he is petty enough to brag about fucking you to them.

Vox pulls you on his lap and keeps kissing you the whole time he's fucking his cock up in you. He makes it vibrate against your weak spot, watching in with a smirk as your eyes rolled back and showed you your own expression reflected in his screen. His claws dig into your thighs, keeping you from slipping off his lap, you're gonna stay there for his entire broadcast for all of Hell to see.

Valentino didn't expect any better from a slut like you. He likes you because you're a good slut, but you're also his slut. Not anyone else's, not even if they pay. Before he starts fucking you he called in the guys who flirted with you and told them to watch very closely, he'll show them all how you like being fucked. You hide your smile against his neck, clench your pussy around his cock, almost having pity for the poor souls watching what they can't have.

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multi-fandom-imagine · 3 months

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If your requests are still open may I request Adam, Alastor or Lucifer doesn't matter which taking care of sick reader? I'm sick rn, like can't breath though my nose and sore throat all that jazz

A/n: I AM SOERY FOR MISSING THIS! Tumblr never lets me know! I hope you feel better!

Adam:

"Shouldn't you be resting? Didn't I order you get someone else to do this shit?!" Adam didn't mean to snap but you were sick and yet here you were working.

Wrinkling his nose, he took a step towards you then lifted you onto his shoulders. A small squeak left your lips as the angel carried you off towards his room.

"Adam" you let out a small cough, too weak to struggle. "Put me down! I have to work"

Nearly tossing you on the bed, you let a groan burying your face into his pillow as he slipped into next to the spot next to you.

"Didn't you hear me? Someone else can do it." He muttered into your neck. "Now get some sleep, when you wake up I'll get someone to bring you some shit to make you feel better."

Alastor:

Stopping his show, Alastor slowly made his way towards the sound of the constant coughing. Gripping his cane tightly the demon opened his mouth until he saw who it was. It was a pathetic sight really.

You curled up into a small ball coughing away, tissues all around you. He could see shivers wracking your body.

'Idiot, he told you not to stay out, he told you this would happen.'

Part of him wanted to brag about it, to gloat to you but how could he really gloat to someone he...cared about. { that was something he was still getting used too }

Now hovering about you, Alastor let out a dramatic sigh he lifted you up in his arms. "Let's go so you can be back in tiptop shape."

Groaning, you nuzzled into his chest as you let out another cough. "T...thank you." Your voice raspy as your eyes slipped closed.

"Oh dear, you do not have to thank me."

Lucifer

The moment you mentioned to Lucifer that you weren't feeling well the man whisked you away to the bedroom. He did his best to make you as comfortable as possible, he couldn't have the one he loved being sick.

Sitting on the bed, he pouted fixing the cold press on your head. You were still feeling warm, he hated that, he hated seeing you sick.

Flinching from your cough, he sat down on the edge of the bed holding your hand gently. "Do you need anything to eat? Drink?....how about another blanket?"

Letting out a weak laugh, you did your best to give him a smile as you squeezed his hand gently. "Can you cuddle me?"

Lucifer's eyes went wide for a moment though his gaze softened as he nodded his head. "Anything for you."

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silasours · 1 month

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ৎ⸝⸝⠀SUCKIN' THEM OFF ! —

#pairing : lucifer, alastor, vox, valentino, gn reader. #cw : 18+ content, mdni. toys usage. edging. oral sex. masturbation. praise kink. sub/dom reader. anal play. sub lucifer because I love him. vox using his hypnosis on you for a short minute. ill check this in a few hours after some sleep. #summary : title says it all; in which you suck em off during different occasions. #note : been busier with uni lately, not gonna post that often for a couple weeks. male reader will be out soon as per a request I received, I started writing this before the ask came in

ʚ LUCIFER .

lucifer's thighs could practically be inked by your hand from how hard you're clawing onto him. he's seated on the edge of your bed while you're kneeling between his legs on the floor, his length enveloped nicely by the warmth of your mouth. you draw a groan from him by swirling your tongue around his cock, his fingers tangling with your hair further with a tug. he sucks in a shaky breath, face flushed as he tilts his head back.

you hum softly, hollowing your cheeks and moving your head ever so slowly. you feel the tip brush against the back of your throat, the sensation causing you to moan around him. lucifer shudders from the vibration, his groans gradually growing into soft moans and whimpers. hearing him being so vocal strikes a chord in your chest, tempting you to go further into pleasing him and watch him break under your hands.

with a grin, you you remove your mouth from him which earns a whine from him as he briefly opens his eyes to look at you. “why’d you stop..” lucifer breathes out heavily, his chest heaving as he speaks. you don’t reply, pushing two digits past your damp lips and into your mouth, coating them with saliva. the angel watches you with confusion as you push his leg up onto the bed with your free hand while remaining kneeled on the ground.

that confusion did not last long. he didn't get the chance to even speak before you plunged the two fingers into him, your saliva working as a lubricant. a sharp gasp tumbles from lucifer's lips from the sudden stretch, his upper body falling further onto the bed until his arm weakly catches himself. he watches as you thrust your fingers in and out of him, bringing your lips closer to his twitching cock, and placing a kiss on his leaking tip.

you take your time drawing noises out from lucifer with kitten licks and kisses before slowly taking him in your mouth once again, sinking down until you have him fully in your mouth. you use your other hand to keep his legs spread open, increasing the pace of your fingers while working your mouth on his cock. the pleasure that he receives is amazing, so much so that his body visibly trembles as his moans grow.

lucifer's arms give out, and his upper body plops onto the bed with a thud. his back arches off the plush bed while simultaneously pressing the back of his hand onto his mouth, feeling himself approach closer to unraveling, blabbering about how overstimulated he feels to you.

"cum f' me, pretty boy?" you mumble just loud enough for him to hear before taking him whole in your mouth again, your words triggering the coil in his stomach. you feel hot strings of thick liquid shoot down your throat, your ears filled with the sweet, loud noises of your partner. you carry on swiping your tongue around the base of his cock until he's done and remove your fingers from him.

you keep his release on your tongue while removing his cock from your mouth, climbing up from between his legs to hover yourself above him; you make it visible to him when you swallow to watch his face burn up instantly. shooting him a smile, it's obvious that you're not done with him just yet.

ʚ ALASTOR .

it's near impossible to focus yourself to work your mouth on alastor's cock, not when he's having his face buried in between your legs as you lay on him. having a long tongue compared to the others has always been a win for alastor, able to reach sensitive areas inside of you with his mere tongue and watch your body twitch. you blink away tears that found their way to gather around your eyes from pleasure, attempting to steady your breathing in order to properly work your mouth.

the moment you fully take him into your mouth, he sinks his teeth into your inner thigh and sucks on the skin until he leaves dark marks. his grasp on your legs is hard and so does yours on his. your nails dig deep into his flesh, moaning while moving your head, the heat and dampness of your mouth engulfing his length that throbs from the feeling.

"carry on with your task, my dear." alastor speaks when he notices that you stopped moving your head just to bite back moans. his grin grows when he hears your small mumble of curses under your breath before taking him in again; he almost instantly plunges two fingers into you once you do so. your body twitches from the sudden shot of pleasure, moaning as your hips involuntarily push back to have his digits enter deeper.

his groans grow, feeling the amount of vibration that is sent coursing through his body from you moaning around his cock. it's rare to even hear him being this vocal, and you want more of it. taking advantage of his fingers thrusting into you, you don't hold back any moans and whimpers that climb up from your throat. the radio demon would occasionally curl his fingers inside of you, causing a jerk at your hips every time.

alastor doesn't keep a steady pace, often slowing down and picking up the pace of his fingers at random times. his hips sometimes buckle further into your mouth, tilting his head back deeper into the pillow he lay on from pleasure.

his voice is shaky as he speaks, "close- fuck, so close." his clawed fingers could almost draw blood out of your skin from his tightened grip. you give his cock an exaggerated suck after hearing his words, knowing exactly how to snap the coil in his stomach faster. his breath is hot against your thighs. with a thrust of his hips, strings of hot liquid shoots down your throat as he curses.

you reduce the pace of your head, allowing him to ride out his orgasm while you gather every drop of his release, not wasting a single bit. once you feel that he calmed down, you pull away and swallow, tasting the slightly salty and bitter taste sitting on your tastebuds. as you attempt to pull the fingers that are nestled inside of you and turn around, alastor holds you in place firmly and roughly thrusts his fingers into you.

you cry from pleasure, your head dropping onto his thigh as you look at him through the space between your legs; his smugness is painfully visible.

"oh no. not so fast, darling."

ʚ VOX .

"doing so good for me, mm?" vox coaxes, his voice gentle compared to the grip he has on your hair. you whine at his words, the tip of his cock practically bruising that one spot at the back of your throat from the pace he's having you work on him. you lap your tongue around the base, closing your eyes in hopes of stopping your gag reflex from having him so deep down your throat.

light chattering and sometimes even yelling could be heard outside of his office. demons are constantly walking by the doors that lead to the wide room that both of you are in; you're aware of this, of course, considering how he called for you in the middle of a busy working hour plainly because he wants his cock in your mouth. needy vox in the middle of work has slowly become a normal occurrence for you now.

you shudder from the vibration of vibrators being strapped around your inner thigh, strapped so close to where your sensitive area is. vox requested for you to strap them onto yourself the moment you stepped into his office, two strings hanging off his finger while he pointed your way. your thighs rub together, the friction drawing a moan from you.

vox leans back against his office chair, head tilting back to rest against the headrest. your teary gaze shifts from his wrinkled, loose outfit to his gaze that has been focused on you from above. meeting your gaze, a grin stretches onto his lips as he allows a groan from him to return your small plea. feeling satisfied, you carry on sucking him off while your drool travels down from his inner thigh down to his leather chair.

you can feel that he's close from the way he tugs on your hair harder than before, your scalp burning so much that it feels numb. you whine both from the pain and his size in your mouth, your jaw growing sore after being stretched open for a period of time. noticing this, vox gives your hair a light tug as he closes his eyes. your gaze lands on his screen, watching as his eyes re-open to reveal a red and black spiral, hypnotizing you.

your body freezes for a short second before it continues to what you were doing before this, obediently allowing vox to unravel while remaining inside of your mouth. he knows you're aware of his actions, and that you absolutely love it when he does it. you pull away from him as the hypnosis fades, blinking while his cum stays on your tongue. vox lifts your face up by the chin with a finger, pushing his thumb past your lips to feel the thick liquid that sits there.

you swallow, the warmth traveling down your throat slowly. your tongue swirls around his thumb, parting your lips to show that the liquid is no longer in your mouth. the demon hums at the sight, a hand moving to pat his lap; a signal for you to sit.

"come up and sit here for me, will you?"

ʚ VALENTINO .

valentino's limo drives through street after street in town, the area bustling with demons all around. he promised vox and velvette a nice place for dinner, yet you're here pleasuring him by fucking his cock into your mouth as per his request. the shaky car makes it harder to do so compared to when you're in a room instead, the tip constantly hits your throat with no mercy.

the inside of the limo is dim after you requested for him to turn off his bright, flashy lights. valentino agreed to do so unwillingly since he preferred to have them stay on, claiming them as iconic. but he turned them off in the end, complying with your request so you'd feel more comfortable while having a heated session with him in the vehicle at the very least.

that's not all, though. you also have a dildo stretching your gummy walls open so nicely, the unsteady movements of the limo allowing it to stimulate the specific spot that's buried inside of you. your fingers grip his coat tightly, uncontrollable moans continuously spilling from your mouth, muffled by his cock filling your mouth to the brim. valentino lets out a chuckle, a hand from his lower pair of arms holding your head by your hair.

"we're almost at the restaurant, cariño. gonna finish yourself off along with me?" you nod weakly, hips moving to thrust the dildo in and out of yourself. a hand of yours snakes down to hold the toy in place, your mouth never removing itself from his cock. your eyes close shut while tears gather from pleasure, hand gradually switching to ram the toy into yourself with a quicker pace.

you clench around the dildo, the grith of it drawing an excessive amount of noise from you as you suck valentino off. he curses from the pleasure, legs quivering ever so slightly with a buckle of his hips. he lost track of where the limo has headed to until the vehicle came to a halt, his eyes turning to gaze outside the window. vox and velvette are both visible sitting by the restaurant window.

he mumbles for you to keep going; it doesn't seem like he's in a hurry at all. you do as he says, wanting to finish this as soon as possible despite his seemingly relaxed demeanor. you don't want to have any one of them call valentino and ask about his whereabouts, knowing how he'll straight up tell them that you're not done milking him in his limo.

he gives your hair a slight tug, taking a long drag from his cigarette before speaking as pink smoke escapes through his lips. "those two can wait, we're staying here until we're done."

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zephyrchama · 2 months

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Do you think demons crack their joints?

It was a lazy, rainy evening in the Devildom. An oddly calm one. The residents of the House of Lamentation were gathered in the living room, mainly because that's where you were.

Beelzebub and Mammon were snacking and watching Leviathan play his handheld game. Asmodeus was browsing a magazine, Satan was browsing a book, and Lucifer was texting with Barbatos.

Belphegor had been dozing off on your shoulder for a while. It was hard to move under the demon's weight. You had been stuck in the same pose browsing your D.D.D. until he finally shifted, leaning back into the couch. You seized the opportunity to roll your shoulders and take a much needed stretch.

You lifted your arms. It felt great. Crack.

"What was that?" Satan asked, glancing up from his book.

"Beel probably sat on a chip," Mammon said. Levi snorted, too busy to take his eyes off the game but in agreement with Mammon for once.

"It wasn't me." Beelzebub stood up to prove his innocence, revealing no food under him.

"It was me," you said. "Just my back."

"Hon, what?" "Your what?" Asmodeus and Lucifer spoke at the same time, and both gave you a concerned look.

"My back? I just cracked it."

The demons sprung out of their seats like you had just cursed them. Levi's game system fell to the carpet. Since he was already standing, Beelzebub strode over and pulled the back of your shirt up, asking "does it hurt?"

Startled, you pulled the front of your shirt down for modesty. "Woah, hello? Excuse me? Uh, what?"

While everyone gathered to stare at your back, Belphegor was stirred awake. "What's going on?"

He went to lean on your shoulder again, but Mammon swatted him away. "Hey! Can't ya see they're injured?" he growled. Belphegor huffed at him, deciding instead to help hold your shirt up.

"Poor thing!" Asmo cooed. With one hand he grabbed your wrist, and with the other he made a peace sign. "Look at me, how many fingers am I holding up?"

"I'm fine. Everybody just chill." Despite your insistence, the panic had already set in and nobody was listening to you.

Leviathan was shaking. "T-that's not good, right? Humans aren't supposed to make those kind of sounds." He was covering his eyes with his hands squeamishly but peeking through his fingers to stare anyway. "A doctor! Are there any human doctors? Should we call Solomon?"

"Yes, somebody call Solomon," Lucifer commanded. "Where did the crack occur?" He started gently prodding around your spine, making you squirm.

Satan tried to bump Lucifer's hand away from you while placing himself in Lucifer's spot. "Can't you see they don't like that? You're making it worse."

"Deep breaths," Mammon instructed you, breathing deeply in and out. He seemed on the brink of hyperventilation himself.

Lucifer refused to budge, but Satan persisted. He was now also poking you. "The damage isn't visible yet, but there could be internal bleeding. You have to lay down."

Belphegor scooted over to make more room, despite your protest of "I'm not going to move, nothing is wrong."

Asmodeus managed to already get Solomon on the phone. You couldn't hear him over Asmo's worried shrieks but knew he had to be laughing. Solomon was not going to let you forget this incident.

Beel, Lucifer, and Satan moved to try and pick you up but enough was enough. "I said I'm fine!! Everybody stay!"

The seven went crashing to the floor, finally allowing you to cover up. "I am fine! I'm fine! See!" You stood up dramatically and grabbed Asmo's D.D.D. to apologize to a snickering Solomon.

The demons were annoyed and concerned as they tried to pick themselves up. "If you're so fine, then explain that noise," Satan said.

"Humans just do that from time to time."

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the-panda-queen · 2 months

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Brothers Favorite Sleeping Positions w/ You

cw: slightly suggestive with some, gn reader, some can be read platonically

Part 2 here

Lucifer: Loves to sleep face to face. Will wrap his arms and legs around you and nestle his face in your hair/ on the top of your head. Will grumble if you try to switch to spooning. He wants to wake up and see your beautiful face. (.づ◡﹏◡)づ.

If you’re the type of person to wake up in the middle of the night for a lil snack just know he converted one of his nightstands into a mini fridge. He might pretend it’s always been that way but seeing it’s filled with all of your favorites you’ll see through his ruse easily. If you need to go to the bathroom he’ll let you go and stay awake til you get back before nestling into you again. Take too long and he’ll go looking for you.

Mammon: Big fan of spooning. While he does eat up being the little spoon, he likes being the big spoon more. He’ll tuck one arm under your head and rest his hand on your chest, giving it a lil squeeze while his other arm goes over your waist and hand rests on your pelvis. He’s not trying to seduce you, he just finds it comforting.

Leaving for a midnight snack or bathroom is difficult. He won’t wake up but whine and grumble once you leave his grasp. Once you come back to bed he wraps around you immediately as if trying to fuse with your skin. Good luck if you try to leave again.

Also he runs even warmer in his sleep so if you’re feeling a bit hot get ready to sweat buckets cause he sure as heck ain’t lettin go twice. (；′⌒`)

Leviathan: Once he’s comfortable enough to share a bed or his tub he’ll wrap his tail around you and hold you close. You have a bit more freedom in the position you want to sleep in. He’ll just snuggle in any way you let him. If you sleep in his tub it’s a mess of arms, legs, and tail being wrapped in.

He keeps snack in his room already so if you get hungry there’s no reason to leave. You’re close enough to share a sleeping space with him so he’ll definitely have your favorite snacks too. Going to get the snacks he’ll subconsciously shift into his demon form to elongate his tail so it can still wrap around you. If you need to go to the bathroom his tail obviously cannot follow. Will definitely cry in his sleep thinking you left him. (╥﹏╥) Hurry back!

Satan: Likes to fall asleep with you resting your head on his chest and running his fingers down your back. He’ll listen to the gentle sound of your breathing as you fall asleep then knock out himself soon afterwards.

Getting a snack or going to the bathroom in the middle of the night isn’t a hassle with him. He might shift a little in his sleep but not much else. In half awake state he’ll feel your side of the bed, if it’s gone cold you’ve been gone too long he’ll assume one of his brother has taken you and rush out of the room to track you down.

Asmo: Loves when you both sleep au naturale, you never know what could happen ;) -nothing will happen Asmo is very serious about his beauty rest especially on a school night plz don’t tease him it’s cruel T_T adores sleeping on your chest. He’ll listen to the steady thrumming of your heartbeat as he falls asleep while circling his arms around you.

Leaving his bed is difficult, your left arm is dead from him resting on it and his bedding is so soft and cushiony you have a hard time rolling out of it. Once you make it out Asmo has rolled to the middle of the bed with his body splayed out. (* ￣︿￣) Good luck trying to get back in, you’d honestly just be better off going to your own room once you’ve gone to the bathroom/ had your snack. Sorry

Beel: Is very worried about hurting you in his sleep. You’re so fragile it scares him. Feels most confident in your safety if you're laying on top of him, like he's your bed. If you’re the type to sleep through the night he’ll do his best to ignore his stomach grumbling and also try to sleep through the night as well. Can generally hold off on waiting to eat in the morning if it’s for you. The brothers have mixed feelings on this arrangement, on one hand their snacks are less likely to “disappear” but that means you have to sleep with Beel.

If you wake up in the middle of the night for a snack or to go to the bathroom he’s stoked. Will gladly take you down to the kitchen with him and give you whosever snack is in the fridge, doesn’t matter who it belongs to. (*￣▽￣)旦且(´∀`*) If you try to deny the snack he’ll give you a soft smile and tell you he’ll take them blame so please eat. The brothers hate this arrangement even more. Will definitely try and stop the two of you from sleeping together.

Belphie: As long as he feels like he’s being the one pampered he’s fine. He likes when you both fall asleep face to face and he can snuggle into your chest. He’ll wraps himself around you and rest his tail along your back (canonically it has spikes in it so please be careful moving in your sleep, it will hurt if to try to lay on it).

Another one who’s difficult if you’re one who gets up in the middle of the night. His grip becomes a vice and you’re having to wrestle yourself free. Gasping you hurriedly run out of the room to do your business, even giving yourself another moment before making your way back. Once you come back though he’s quick to wrap around you once more. Will definitely mumble his grievances about your departure however brief. he might even bite you to teach you a lesson on leaving him <(￣﹌￣)>

felt like it got kinda long towards to end but oh well.…should I do the rest of the cast next? lemme know!

#obey me shall we date #obeyme #obey me brothers #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me #obey me drabble #obey me brothers x mc

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handholding prompt 16 w lucifer (platonic)? congrats again on 100 followers it is such a cool milestone and i really am so happy for you about this <3333

❪ # i ❫ : lucifer. ━━ PROMPT 16

paris, texas by lana del rey

🏷️ gn! reader , slice of life , tw: can be read as platonic or romantic, wc: 196 , notes: thank u so much! u were the first request and i’m so happy it’s u! thank u for always helping me !

It was the season.

Not the season to be jolly sadly but the season the workloads doubled and so did the amount of all-nighters that you had to pull for the student council

You were stressed and so was everyone else, evident by the dark circles you all were sporting.

Lucifer most of all,

Six of the seven brothers were fast asleep in various uncomfortable positions at the dinner table, you knew you should wake them up but they just looked so peaceful.

Stretching out you look at the demon next to you, continuing to scribble away with a vaguely pained expression.

You didn’t say anything but swiftly put your hand out to stop his beloved feathered pen from bleeding ink on the page.

He looked up in the first time in what seemed like hours. Opening his mouth to presumably scold you for interrupting his work flow but before he could get the words out you grab his hand.

Softly you wrap your pinky around his before looking back at your own work leaving him free continue.

Neither of you said a word, sitting in the small moment of peace you created.

It was nice.

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⋆₊˚⊹♡ 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐧 + 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

characters: vox, val, alastor, lucifer warnings: implied smut in some; 18+ minors do not interact, daddy kink (+ papi for val), toxic relationships, pet/master dynamic (for alastor), reader is a bit of a brat with vox, implied drugging the night before (val), praise + pet names, fem!reader, reader is carried in val’s words: 2.7k

₊˚⊹ 𝐯𝐨𝐱 ⊹˚₊

You love mornings with your Daddy—truly, you do; love waking up next to him, slow and soft as his fingertips outline your features; love eating breakfast with him, feet kicking back and forth on one of the barstools as he prepares something simple for the two of you, know that he had to pull teeth to get the mornings off of work so he could spend them with you, getting you ready for the day and seeing you off—but there is one part, right at the very end, that you absolutely despise.

Like everything with Vox, dental hygiene is a meticulous procedure, a rigorous routine with a set of immutable steps to be followed in the exact order Vox has laid them out in—carved into concrete, set in stone.

And, like everything else with Vox, no one knows how to perform them correctly except for him.

Still, it isn’t like you ever make it easy for him.

What else could he expect from his little troublemaker, really?

��Open up.”

A thumb and a forefinger clamp down on the hinges of your jaw, palm wreathed around your chin, and squeeze, popping your mouth open with practiced efficiency.

“Daddy,” the word comes out as a stringy whine, slightly garbled, face crumpling in petulance. “Dun wanna.”

Jerking a little in his grasp, you try to pull away from the advancing toothbrush slathered with translucent teal gel, and Vox clicks his tongue.

“And I don’t care,” he says simply, fingers flexing in warning. “Good little girls need to brush their teeth—especially if they’ve eaten two bowls of sugary cereal for breakfast.”

“But—”

Vox pulls back, face flattened into something serious. “Do you want cavities eating holes in your teeth?”

“No—”

“Didn’t think so. Now hold still and let Daddy do this for you, yeah?”

A groan vibrates on the back of your tongue, but your body goes pliant in his grasp, chin leaning into his pillowy palm.

“Atta girl,” he murmurs to himself, a small smug smile on his face.

Warmth blossoms in your chest, swells your lungs and stretches your ribs as you droop a little more beneath his praise and he chuckles, a fond little melody playing on his tongue, grip tightening infinitesimally.

And he’s so precise with it all, maneuvers painstakingly perfect as he tilts your head one way, then the other, sure to scrub each tooth thoroughly, bristles scouring in little circular motions as he cleanses.

“Aaaah,” he hums, mimicking the action as he pries his mouth open wider, another praise falling from his lips as you instantly obey, allowing him to reach the molars at the very back of your mouth—brushing on top, on either side, behind, then on top again.

“Tongue out.”

Another whine sticks in your throat, brows pushing together and crinkling your forehead, open mouth downturned in a frown with a slight shake of your head, struggling against his hold.

“Come, now,” Vox chastises, but his voice is hard, fortified with a subtle threat. “You were doing so well for me—don’t start acting up, Daddy’s almost done.”

His gaze holds yours steadily, a single eyebrow raising in question—are you really going to test me?—and you cave, again.

Reluctantly, your tongue unfurls from your mouth, face still scrunched in irritation as he scrapes the bristles across the muscle, working up a healthy lather, refusing to cease until that telltale disgruntled whine claws at your throat, evoking another one of those patronizing little chuckles.

“Alright, alright,” he’s pacifying as he tips a glass to your lips, a palm cupped protectively beneath your chin. “Rinse.”

And, Christ, he loves how fucking obedient you are, even as the urge to misbehave bubbles behind your ribs, lips set in a deep pout as you follow his instructions, swishing a mouthful of water between your cheeks, waiting perfect and patient for his next order.

“Spit.”

Oh, so compliant, so disciplined you are as you instantly spew blue liquid down the drain, a fierce sense of pride, of ownership, igniting deep within his soul, blazing bright and hot and strong, reflected in the amplified glowing of his eyes.

Your features are still scrunched up in a cute little pout, glaring at him through your lashes, arms crossed tightly over your chest.

“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” A thumb runs along your forehead, attempting to iron out the crease between your brows in a gentle caress.

“It was awful.”

“Fucking brat.”

And he just can’t help but laugh out the word, the sting the insult should bring instantly negated by the tender affection it’s smothered in, turned soft and melty on his tongue.

No, you never make such endeavours painless for him, but you do always make them interesting, and for that, he loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

₊˚⊹ 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 ⊹˚₊

It’s late in the afternoon when Val decides it’s time to get up, deep crimson light spilling through the narrow gaps in his thick curtains and painting thin, long strokes across the shag carpet.

He doesn’t bother formally waking you as two of his hands scoop you from the nest of silk and cradle you to his body, chuckling out a coo as you automatically snuggle into his chest, legs latching around his waist.

The haze of sleep still hangs heavy in your skull, a soft protest grumbled into his skin as he carries you somewhere, lids staying firmly glued shut, body beginning to melt into his again as the bliss of unconsciousness entices you with promises of whimsical dreams and relief from your aching muscles.

Cold marble stings your bare thighs suddenly, forcing a small jolt through your form, a soft hiss exhaled from between your teeth.

“I know, I know, it’s cold,” Val pacifies, his voice a pleasant fog curling around your cheeks as he leans around you, tinkering with something.

“Papi,” you whimper, reaching blindly for him, lethargic head falling forward, forehead pressed tightly to his sternum.

“Mmm, I’m here,” he murmurs distractedly, two of his hands still wrapped firmly around your hips as the other set busy themselves with uncapping a tube of toothpaste.

“Wanna go back to bed,” you slur out in a whine, nose nuzzling into his chest, fruitlessly looking for a place to rest your head, dense drowsiness curling the edges of your mind.

“But it’s time to get up, princesa,” he chides gently, a finger tracing the curve of your cheek. “You’ve been asleep for fourteen hours.”

“M’still tired.”

A hum of contemplation vibrates at the back of his tongue as a hand twines around your jaw, examining your face this way, then that, before tilting your chin up.

“Maybe I gave you a little too much last night,” he muses to himself through a dark snicker. “It’s kinda cute that you’re still this fucked up, though. Can’t even open your eyes for me, can you?”

And you try, really, you do, attempting to heft your leaden lids, features screwing up cutely with the immense effort, and Val coos again, as if your intoxication is so pathetically precious—poor little girl can barely handle her Daddy’s drugs! How sweet.

“Well, that’s okay,” he purrs, first pair of hands slipping further beneath his dress shirt—a makeshift nightgown, his favourite nightgown on you—and tugging you closer to the counter’s edge. “You don’t have to worry your pretty little head about anything; Papi will do it for you.”

A sound of indignation sticks in your throat as you finally pry your eyes open, squinting against the harsh light of the bathroom, bleary gaze fixed on the sparkly pink toothbrush in one of his hands, face rumpling into a pout.

Your lips press into a tight, firm line, sealing your mouth against the rapidly advancing utensil as your eyes slip shut again, weighted with narcotic-laced exhaustion, head shaking in messy little motions.

“C’mon, be co-operative,” the points of his nails dig into your skin, hard enough to leave superficial indents—a warning. “Don’t upset Daddy this early in the day, baby.”

Wrenching your eyes open again, your nose twitches with a sniffle, chin beginning to quiver.

“But—But—Do I have to?”

“Yes, you have to,” he says, but his voice trembles with the effort to stay calm, to stay pleasant. “Your mouth is very dirty from last night, and it needs to be cleaned.”

A thick torrent of tears rush to cloud your vision, sudden and stinging, a hiccup stuttering your chest. The hand curved around your jaw tightens, yanking your face toward his own, foreheads knocking together.

“Now, open, before I make you open.”

Your jaw falls slack, a slave to his orders, unable to disobey a direct demand from its owner, and Val purrs, something wicked unravelling on his face, smile stretched sharp and sleazy from edge to edge, the glow in his eyes flaring with your instant compliance.

“Good girl.”

₊˚⊹ 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 ⊹˚₊

Alastor, you’ve come to learn, has a plethora of odd regimes; stringently scheduled customs that are non-negotiable, that extend to you, including brushing your teeth.

It’s become routine, now—habitual, as most things with Alastor are—and your days no longer feel right without it; weird, off, incomplete.

Because it’s become something of a comfort; something so simple, yet so intimate, something calming and rewarding, something to look forward to—a moment shared between the two of you, twice a day, once at the beginning, and once at the end.

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” you try tell him, the first time he insists on doing it, trying desperately to look over your shoulder as he ushers you into his ensuite.

“Nonsense!” he waves a hand in dismissal. “It isn’t a problem at all. Now, sit.”

“Alastor—”

“Sit.”

With a tiny frown, you perch gingerly on the edge of the bathtub, fingers curling around the rim.

“I’m serious,” you murmur, teeth nibbling superficially at the skin of your lip, wary eyes watching as he flits with practiced ease around the bathroom, a twinge of confusion settling in your chest, something akin to shame sitting thick and bitter on the back of your tongue. “I can do it myself…”

“I know you can,” he replies simply, focused on depositing a strip of white toothpaste on your toothbrush.

“Then…” you blink up at him, watching him advance with wide eyes, shoulders shrinking as he blankets you in his shadow. “Why are you doing it for me?”

Irritation twitches at the edges of his grin, Alastor exhaling a controlled sigh.

“Because,” he begins, keeping his voice light, taking your chin between his index finger and thumb. “A good Master takes proper care of his pet.”

His grip strengthens, tilting your face up further, his form looming over your own as you sit, vulnerable and exposed, beneath his touch. Crimson eyes glow as they scour your face, his back bent at an uncomfortable angle as he practically curls around you, the scent of earth and cedar tinged with copper wafting across your face with his calm, even breaths.

“Besides,” he continues, voice dropped an octave lower, his nose nearly nudging yours. “I couldn’t possibly trust you to do it adequately.”

A cruel little chuckle plays on his tongue, as if the mere thought itself is preposterous, the sound stinging as it seeps into your cheeks, hot and full of spikes.

“Now, open.”

Instantly, your mouth falls agape, and Alastor’s smile stretches infinitesimally wider, a sharp glint flaring in his eyes.

“A good owner maintains their pet’s hygiene,” he explains as he works, gaze fixed intently on his actions, cleansing with a meticulous sort of vigilance. “Bathes them, grooms them, dresses them—performs all of the basic necessities a pet needs to appear presentable.”

His hand shifts slightly, angling your head to the side, and you follow easily, malleable in his grasp, his smile shimmering.

“And I pride myself on taking very good care the things that belong to me.”

And, really, he does. Because Alastor doesn’t just brush your teeth with rigorous care, conscientiously certain to cleanse every dip and gap; he flosses them, too, with gentle hands and painstaking precision, then ensures you’ve rinsed with germ-killing, enamel-strengthening mouthwash for exactly forty-five seconds, counting uniformly and observing with large, unblinking eyes as you adhere to his every instruction, cheeks bulging with burning liquid, eyes squinting from the intensity, but never daring to blink, to glance away, to stop at all.

“Look at you,” he purrs after you’ve spit down the drain, gazing back up at him with a sort of desperate devotion—demented, devious, damned to his hell—syrupy condescension dripping from his teeth. “So well behaved for me, aren’t you?”

A palm cups your jaw, his thumb running across your cheek in rhythmic strokes, the tip of his claw caressing your skin with just enough pressure to leave behind shallow scratches.

“What, hoping Master will give you a treat for being so obedient?”

“No, Sir,” you whimper out, voice gone dreamy as you nuzzle into his hand. “You taking such good care of me is more than enough.”

Something sinister oozes into his face, something that contorts his smile and corrodes his eyes, leaving behind nothing but raw hunger, like he’s about to devour you whole, pops of static fizzing thickly in his voice.

“That’s my good girl.”

₊˚⊹ 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 ⊹˚₊

Everything hurts, muscles stiff and aching and full of sand, your motions clumsy and cumbersome as you attempt to brush your teeth, joints creaking with every slight shift.

Fatigue blurs the edges of your eyes, your vision fading out of focus again, mind gone fuzzy as you try your best to concentrate on your movements—up, down, all around, repeat—features screwing up in a wince as you catch the harsh bristles on your gums, again.

“You’re making a bit of a mess, sleepyhead,” Lucifer’s tender chuckle pulls you from your foggy stupor, a quiet hum vibrating in your throat as you look over at him in question, the gesture lethargic and delayed.

“You’ve got some—Here,” he says softly, hands curling around your shoulders and turning you to face him, then tilting your chin up. “May I?”

Another affirmative sounds on the back of your tongue and Lucifer uses his thumb to carefully clean the foaming paste collecting at the corners of your mouth, then catching a slow dribble streaming down your chin with a deft knuckle.

A frown mars his face, his forehead creasing beneath the strain, his other hand stroking your shoulder as worried eyes search your face, slow and careful.

“Is everything okay, sweetheart?” he asks. “You’re really struggling to brush your teeth.”

“Jus—really tired,” you mumble through the bubbles in your mouth, Lucifer skillfully catching another trickle of watery paste, concern tugging at the corners of his lips, frown deepening.

“Do you want me to do it for you?”

Sleepy eyes blink up at him, slow and sluggish, your hazy mind taking a moment to process the question.

“Mhmm,” you finally nod, hand loosening the instant his fingers skim yours, allowing him to gently uncurl your grip from around the base of your toothbrush, his own effortlessly taking its place.

“Alright, alright, Daddy will help you,” he’s pacifying in a murmur, but his gaze has turned melty, glow dimmed and pupils gaping, lids heavy with love. “Poor thing…Last night was a long night for you, huh?”

“S’a lot,” you confirm in a messy mumble, lids drooping heavily with the weight of exhaustion.

“Yeah?” his thumb rubs loving little circles into your jaw as he works, gaze trained on his task. “Was Daddy a little too rough with you?”

The question is uttered out tenderly, full of sympathy and care, his brow furrowing as his eyes flit back to yours, searching for veracity in your pupils.

“Maybe I should be a bit gentler next—”

“No!” you cough around the refusal, puffy lids snapping open suddenly, the unexpected vehemency causing Lucifer to flinch.

“No?” he laughs, and it’s warm with affection, his features, hard with worry, mollifying beneath fondness, amorous amusement twinkling daintily in his eyes.

“No,” you whine out with a tiny pout, head shaking a little in his grasp. “Please.”

“Okay,” the pad of his thumb runs along your cheek, his stare trailing after it. “If nothing else, at least Daddy will always be there to take care of you the morning after.”

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