#lucifer sandman smut

[littledollll]

I have a request!

Lucifer sitting on the bed while their partner (reader) shows them how they look in different lingerie and asking which one they like better

Take your time and take care 🫶

Fashion show

Lucifer Morningstar x reader

A/n: this was so FUN to write man. I’ve had daydreams about this before actually. I love it here. I hope you enjoy<3

Warnings: touching, lingerie, aludes to sex, nipple play, praise.

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“Look who’s finally back..” Lucifer says with a smile as they spot you come in through the heavy throneroom doors. You came in with a returning smile and a few bags in your hands, which were quickly taken off you and dropped off in your shared room by one of the maids.

“Happy to see me?” “Overjoyed. Every second here without you is torture.”

“Well you can’t blame hell for being hell!” You mused as you approached the devil.

“I can, and I shall. I’m always happy to be accompanied by you, my love.”

“Will you let me put on a little show for you?” You smiled as you moved into your devil’s lap. “A show?” They asked in an amused tone, tilting their head as one of their hands caressed your cheek.

“Mhm!” You nodded. Nuzzling against it, you placed a kiss on their palm. “A show. So you can see all the lovely clothes I brought back from the living.”

“Ah, a fashion show, just for me? I do believe I would enjoy that.” They nodded as you moved off their lap, keeping a hand on theirs as you quickly ushered them to your private quarters. They followed along without issue.

Once you arrived, Lucifer was a bit forcefully pushed to sit on the bed, your excitement getting the better of you. “That’s no way to treat your lord, angel.” Lucifer said with a quirked brow, tilting their head curiously your way.

You loved it so much when they did that adorable headtilt.

“It’s no way to treat my lover! I apologize sincerely. If my fashion show doesn’t make it up to you, I’ll let you choose a reward as compensation.” You played along, placing a hurried kiss to their cheek before running along into your unnecessarily large closet to get changed, the bags already being placed inside.

“Pick a color!” You yelled from the closet. Lucifer chuckled. “Any color?”

“Well I don’t have every color. But I might have the one you pick! Or something similar..”

“Oh alright.” They entertained.

“I’ll say... red.” Of course they would. Who is Lucifer without their signature red, black and white colors?

“Perfect choice, my love. As always.” You were more than prepared for this.

You slipped on the most conservative one you had first. ‘Slipped’ is the wrong word for it, considering these things were half impossible to put on. But you managed.

A simple deep red, lacy, one piece with quite the lot of holes, but not in the necessary places.

You looked at yourself in the mirror once, and then thrice to make sure everything was as it should, before you made a rather dramatic strut out of the closet doors.

Lucifer’s smile reached their eyes at your behavior. The piece suited you beautifully but it was all about how you wore it. “Oh so this is how it’s going to be?”

“I told you, red was a very wise color.” You nodded and they motioned you to come closer.

As you did, Lucifer’s hands found your waist, where the lingerie has the cut outs to show your stunning skin. “Very nice… I’m already loving every second of this.” The touch made a shiver go up your spine, and you looked at their face, studying the fit on your body.

They turned you in their arms, getting a full view of what you had on. The back was pretty and simple aswell. Not much revealed but still appreciated by them. “Delightful. You might be pardoned for pushing me onto the bed because of this.”

“Oh no don’t forgive me yet, I have a few more!” Lucifer hummed. “How many is a few?”

“Mm.. it’s a surprise!” You smiled, turning to face them once more. “A surprise… Alright I’ll bite. Go on and get changed.”

And so you went. You very purposely picked out lingerie in their three colors, of course. So you had two more left to show. And you’d leave the white for last.

Next up was a cute black one. A two piece. It had a big, Star-shaped cut out in the center of the chest, your nipples just peaking from the corners of it. It was slightly uncomfortable, you’d admit. The way the fabric rubbed against you was providing a special type of feeling.

The bottoms were a little more risky, having a star pattern all over that showcased almost all of your skin.

“Turn for me, angel.” You did as asked and Lucifer’s hands moved down your hips and ass, which was on full display, giving a gentle squeeze. “Now this.. is a beautiful view. What made you choose the stars, sweetheart?”

“Isn’t it just adorable! And well.. you are the Morningstar. I thought it fit quite nicely.”

Lucifer nodded along as you spoke. “Yes, yes it does. Very lovely choice this one. I hope to be seeing it again very soon.”

You giggled, pulling yourself away from their arms. “Alright, one more left. Then you’ll get to touch and hold me all you want.”

“I like that idea. Go ahead, angel.”

The white one went on easier, perhaps because there was significantly less fabric to mess with. This one was quite the piece. The most revealing you had, definitely.

Lucifer’s jaw was practically on the floor when you stepped out. It was a tree piece, the bra could barely be considered a bra, it was more like a few thin straps barely holding together. For only decoration since your nipples were revealed by small heart shaped cut outs. The lower half was once again barely held up by some tiny string on each side that went over your hips, your breasts on full display, and a bigger heart shaped cut out, was exposing your mound.

You didn’t bother to wait for them to call you closer, instead you freely moved towards them, giving a little twirl to show all of it. The backside was basically naked if not for a few straps that held the garment together. And what caught their eye for a moment was the pearly and white garter you had wrapped around your thigh.

“You saved the best for last.” Lucifer said after regaining their composure. Their eyes practically eating you up as you stood before them. You hummed. “Do you really think so?” Lucifer nodded quickly. Their hands gripping on your skin, which was far from gentle but very much welcome. “Yes, definitely.”

“The white looks beautiful on your skin… it’s decorating your body just so nicely. Not hiding a thing from me but giving me more to see, yes. This is certainly my favorite.” And how they could’ve continued rambling on about its perfection for years to come.

“What a cute little thing… shall I slide it off with my teeth?” Lucifer murmured as they snapped the garter around your thighs, giving you a small sting. “Later, maybe…”

“No. Now. Right now.” Their voice showed urgency as they pulled you to straddle just one of their thighs. The feeling of your bare cunt against them could send them straight back to heaven.

Lucifer’s lips were quick to meet your chest. Warm mouth wrapping around your soft nipples that were just so readily available to them. They delighted in the way you gasped in pleasure, tangling your hands into their hair and holding them against your chest.

“Oh I-“ you released a shaky breath, closing your eyes. “I believe I’ve been convinced…”

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

The First Corruption Pt. 3 ~Lucifer Morningstar (sandman) xFem Eve!reader

Here’s part 3 to The First Corruption! Thank you for everyone’s patience! This took a while, and I hope you all enjoy 🥰

Link to Part 1 & Part 2

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, age gap (all legal), innocence kink, praise kink, degrading kink, use of vibrator, thigh riding, happy resolutions, etc.

Enjoy (;

You stomache was getting that same knotting sensation like it did all those years ago, as Lucifer led you to their chambers. They opened the door for you and your breath fled your body. The room was gorgeous and screamed Luci…

It had dark, lavish accents with a large black canopy bed in the middle. The ceiling was high and mighty and there was a large window with long, black, sleek curtains, which looked out to the Lightbringer’s domain. Lucifer chuckled dryly at your astonishment, as they moved with elegance to the window, and closing the curtains.

“Sit on the bed, my pretty…” they instructed you.

Full of nerves, while not out of fear, you scrambled to sit on the bed as you had been told. Lucifer then made their way to the edge of the bed, and they patted the edge in request that you come forward.

“good girl…” they purred, at your immediate obedience, making you blush and heat travel to your core.

They continued, “Now… before anything else… I believe you need a name, little one…”

While saying this, Lucifer cupped your cheek, bringing it up to meet their tilted head with a smirk on their face. Their face was soft and caring in this moment. It was what you had waited your whole life for. You simply smiled innocently back at the Lightbringer, leaning into their touch. Lucifer laughed lightly at your reaction and need for physical affection.

“Miss me that much did we…?” They caringly teased you.

“So much, Luci… Missed you so so much…” you sighed deeply into their hand, which was now tracing and caressing your face.

Lucifer hummed in delight, “I missed you too, little one… How about I show you just how much I missed you…?” they purred, with a different glint now capturing their eyes.

Your eyes eagerly met Luci’s and the knot in your stomache ached at their words. You nodded vigorously, which elicited a light chuckle from the Lightbringer’s throat. They then crawled onto the bed, guiding you underneath them, and dragging you easily against the head board. And with a simple snap of their fingers, all their garments disappeared, making you gasp with wide eyes, drinking in their goddess body. Your eyes were glued to their dips and curves.

“Like what you see, little one…?” they teased you by the shell of your ear.

You gulped and nodded with a flushed face. From your peripheral, you caught their long arms reaching to grab something. Luci then slowly and teasingly opened your legs to give them the required access.

“Oh poor thing…” they feigned innocence, “Little one, your absolutely dripping…”

You whimpered in response and bucked your hips up to Luci’s frame in desperate need.

“Let’s fix that, shall we…?” they purred, now with a dark and lustful tone, while holding a vibrator.

You looked at Luci and then the odd toy in confussion. They lightly chuckled yet again at your purity. Luci placed the toy on your clit and then turned the device on. You yelped at the new sensation, but your gasps turned quickly into moans as the toy worked your aching heat with ease.

You hands found stability with Lucifer’s frame, as you jerked your hips up to meet the vibrating patterns of the toy, at which Luci captured your lips. They swallowed your moans with delight, as the toy pushed you closer and closer to the edge. You had to pull away from the kiss when it all became too much. You were a puddle of mewls and cries underneath Luci.

“You wanna cum, little one…?” Luci purred, while drinking in every little reaction your body had to the toy.

“Yes please… wanna cum for you Luci please…!!” you breathlessly mewled, tightening your hold on their arms.

“Go ahead little one, cum for me…” Luci purred into your ear.

You came with strangled cries of pleasure, your body spasming from the vibrator not letting up as you toppled over the edge. When you opened your eyes again, you were panting heavily and you looked up to find Luci, who couldn’t get enough of you.

“It’s too much please Luci too much…” you whimpered, as the vibrator continued relentlessly.

Lucifer removed the toy and looked at you caringly. At that, they they swiftly swapped positions with you, holding you to straddle their lap. You instantly found a home on Luci’s thigh and you instinctually bucked against it for friction. This caused a breathy moan to escape your lips.

“Does my pretty want to ride my thigh…?” Lucifer purred.

You eagerly nodded, your mind already taken and in a sex fog. Lucifer smirked and nodded in response, adjusting you to properly straddle her thigh, and their lips finding a home on and around your neck. They then tensed their thigh, making you yet again breathily moan out.

“Grind against my thigh, sweet slut…” Luci purred into your ear, while going to nibble and mark your neck.

You happily obliged, rutting against the Lightbringer’s milky, tensed thigh. Your eyes immediately rolled back in pleasure. Wanton and leud moans flowed from your lips as you brought yourself closer to the edge.

“Such a needy slut…” they husked in your ear, “Hasn’t been fucked properly in decades…”

You whined in response to their words, busking your hips erratically in a desperate frenzy to cum.

“That’s it, little one…” they purred, in between their kisses and markings to your exposed neck, “Rutt against my thigh like a bitch in heat…”

At their words, Luci brought their hands to your thighs in order to help get you off, as your grindings were getting sloppier as your brain became more and more fuzzy.

Your mouth dropped in a silent scream as Luci brought you over the edge of their thigh. You gripped their shoulders tightly as they helped you ride out your high. Your head nuzzled in their neck, as you collapsed onto the fallen angels form, your mind and body fucked through.

Luci caringly tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, as they gazed at you with gentle care. You slid into their form, snuggling into the Lightbringer’s side.

“How about Y/N…?” Luci spoke.

“Hmmm…?” You mumbled.

“For your name.” They clarified.

“I love it…” you mumbled into the blondes side.

Luci chuckled at your tired state. You were starting to fall asleep.

“When you awake, I have a world of new things to show you…” Luci whispered, gazing at your beautiful, sleeping form.

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[theswordmaiden]

The Only one I'd ever Worship

Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Reader

first time writing for Lucifer, which has been sitting in my docs for 2 months (:

warnings: NSFW fingering, slight degrading/praise?, thigh riding, slight blasphemy?, etc // word count: 2507

The Lightbringer's hand tightened possessively around your waist, leaving the faint outline of a bruise in its wake — one you'd wear proudly for such devotion. A subtle reminder of who you belonged to, of who owned you, and it was a reminder that you welcomed greedily, relishing in the feeling of being theirs. 

As they mindlessly traced patterns down your body, you couldn't help but shiver from the intimacy of their touch, the familiarity it felt to have their warm fingertips against your cool skin — fingertips molding against you like clay, leaving the faint tingling sensation that nipped at your flesh whenever they pulled away.

Allowing their touch to continue to roam, now crawling up your abdomen, nails scratching against the softness of your stomach, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps in their wake that left you shivering. Lucifer's hands now cup your breasts, kneading and molding them to their touch, a low moan escaping from your lips as you pressed yourself closer to them; a silent plea for more.

As their thumbs traced slow, lazy circles over your hardening nipples, your breath caught in your throat. Trying to suppress any further noises, you tilted your head to the side, sinking your teeth into the sensitive flesh of your bottom lip as they continued their torturous teasing. "What's wrong, my lamb?" They'd coo in faux concern against one of your ears, letting their hot breath ghost down the side of your throat, leaving your skin prickled with goosebumps in its wake. The Devil knew exactly where and how to touch you, bringing you to the brink of ecstasy, allowing you to feel Heaven's call to you with open arms, to welcome you back. . . only to hold you there, teasingly, never allowing you inside the gates of release until they deemed you worthy of such a feat. 

Of course, they'd indulge in your pleasures from time to time, which was how you found yourself in your current predicament; Lucifer sat on their throne, the flickering flames that lined the hall giving them a false halo framed above their head, as you — their most prized possession, the sweetest angel so obediently eager to please your Lord — were perched on top of their lap, grinding your needy cunt against one of their thighs.

"Please," came your pleading voice, heavy with an insatiable thirst of desire, as your head fell backwards against their shoulder, fitting perfectly into the crook they so perfectly provided.

"Hm? Please what, my pretty pet?" they asked with a soft hum, amusement twinkling within their eyes as they peered down at you through long blonde lashes that wisped against the soft pinkness of their cheeks. Lucifer pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing your back against their chest. "Tell me what it is you desire, angel." 

"Please, your Majesty," you'd beg once more, desperate for their touch and the release only they could provide you, that only they could give you. ". . need your touch." Your voice, so full of yearning and longing, so pathetic yet perfect to please your Devilish master with.

The Lightbringer chuckled darkly in a twisted mix of pleasure and power, reveling in how easily you fell into submission for them. They lifted a hand to the side of your face and traced the back of their knuckles down your cheek gently, before roughly gripping the sides of your chin and jerking your head back to meet their gaze. A quiet mewl drew from the depths of your throat at the action, leaving your clit throbbing as your hips continued to eagerly move against them, desperate to seek friction to relieve the ache.

"Look at you," Lucifer taunted, their gaze roaming down every inch of your covered form and back up again. As the Devil's arm unraveled their hold, their hand now found its way to your hip, guiding your movements back and forth into their lap at their own desired pace. "Spread apart for the Ruler of Hell," they sneered, "How desperate are you, silly angel? Such a pathetic pet, so willing to please your Lord."

The hand that was gripping your chin relinquished you, once again turning gentle as their fingertips slowly brush through your hair, tucking away any loose strands that were impending their access to your skin. "Does it feel good, you dirty little thing?" they whispered so softly, lips ghosting across the shell of your ear and moving to the newly exposed flesh of your throat. “To be the only one I’d ever worship?”

Lucifer's chest rumbled with a low growl as they scraped their sharp teeth against the pulse point, sinking into the flesh and sucking on it harshly. Marking you—Claiming you as theirs. Their perfect pet, such a desperate thing you were, weren't you? So pathetic that your hips rolled faster against their flexed thigh as you whimpered in response to their bite, a muffled 'God, yes' pulling from your throat in response to their question as you moaned. . .

. . . only to earn an amused huff from the Demon Lord as they pulled away, leaving behind a mark that they soothed with a soft and tender kiss. "God?" they repeated, the word dripping with bitterness as it rolled off their sharp tongue. "Aren't you just a good little angel, still having faith in Him.."

They leaned in close to your ear once more and whispered, "Tell me, my beautiful lamb. . Do you still pray to him while I play with your needy hole? Do you hope that He and your angel brethren watch as I make you cum over and over again on my just fingers alone?"

Your cheeks burned at the Devil's words, a mixture of shame and arousal washing over you while you squirmed in their lap, brows pinched together as you bit your bottom lip. There was certainly some truth to it, there was no denying that — just as there was no denying how depraved you felt at the thought of Him watching, to see just how low you've truly fallen for your lover. How your stomach fluttered at just the thought of riding their fingers, the walls of your cunt greedily pulsating around their lithe digits, wanting to milk the sensation as long as you could. .

..oh, patience is a virtue, little one. . .

But as the Lightbringer continues to tease you, their touch lowering to the bottom of that pristine white toga adorned on your body, grasping at the hem and gently pulling it up to bunch at your waist, all rational thoughts fled from your mind. All you could think of was them. Their touch, taste, smell — oh, it drove you mad with lust and desire. The throbbing heat between your plush thighs grew, and you were sure, no, absolutely positive, that your underwear was entirely ruined. 

Thinking you've had enough of the torture for now... Lucifer's hands slowly trailed back up your body until they reached your chest once more, squeezing your breasts through the thin silk fabrics that covered them. "Such a sensitive little thing," they cooed, pinching and rolling your nipples between their thumb and forefingers for a moment before releasing. Sliding back down your stomach, their hands then move your legs further apart, nails scratching against the material of your panties before sliding beneath it and through the soft curls of your mound until finally reaching your wet slit.

"Oh, my poor pet," Lucifer purred in delight, enjoying the way you trembled against their touch, causing their leather wings to twitch and flutter proudly behind them on their throne, "you're soaked."

Two fingers swipe between your folds, pulling away just before reaching your swollen clit. As you whined in displeasure, earning a tut from the Devil, they brought their hand up to inspect their fingers — your arousal webbed in between, glistening.They turned to face you, bringing their hand closer to your lips.

"Open your mouth." Your mouth instantly falls open before the two digits now pressed against the velvety texture of your tongue, slowly curling downwards. Without needing further instructions, you happily wrapped your lips around the entirety of them and sucked the tangy taste of yourself off of them, tongue swirling around.

And if you were to peer up at your lover, you'd find the Devil watching eagerly with darkened eyes, a slight twitching just beneath the scar of their lip as a rumbling growl escaped from in between them. They slowly pulled back after a moment, a web of your spit connected from their flesh and your lips, more than satisfied with your obedient nature, now wiping the back of their fingers across your face to rid of your saliva before moving to your clothing.

"I want you to watch, sweet one.." their voice husked against your ear, the darkness of their gaze lowering to your chest as careful hands remove the straps of your toga and unfasten the golden belt, allowing it to cascade down your form like water to gather into a pile of silks on the ground. "..the way I touch my beloved pet." Two long fingers hook around the band of your panties and pull them down with ease, exposing your already pulsating cunt to the warmth of the Underworld's air.

Your hips bucked against the palm of their hand as it returned to your heat, the palm pressed deliciously against your clit as their slender digits spread apart your folds, tracing the tips of their fingers around your entrance and a pathetic whine escaping from your throat that left the Lightbringer chuckling. 

"I love to hear how desperate my little lamb gets for my touch," they coo in the sickly sweet voice that leaves your face warm and a hue of pink blooming across the apples of your cheeks. "Look at how wet you are for me, I've hardly touched you." The Devil spoke so softly against your ear, pressing lazy kisses against the shell of it as they dipped the entirety of their fingers into you with ease, growling as they felt your walls fluttering around them. 

"I could spend eternity between these legs, my darling girl.."

Lucifer's other hand reached up to return to playing with your nipples, rolling the taut buds before giving them a sharp pinch. Their name spilled from your lips as they began to move their fingers in and out, curling it into the spongy sweet spot that left you growing wetter — the sopping wet noises from between your thighs only spurred your Devil further, their pace growing a bit faster while their thumb stretched out to rub tight circles to your clit.

The way they toyed with you only made you more desperate to chase the taste of release, and -you ever so obediently- spread your legs as wide as you could for them. Lucifer purred in delight as they whispered soft nothings into your ear, once or twice pulling their fingers out of you entirely to deliver a quick slap! to your cunt before returning their fingers to where they belonged with a newfound vigor.

“Such a beautiful sight.” “You take it so well. . Like you were created just for me.” “Who does this belong to?” “That’s right. Mine.”

The fire in your body grew as Lucifer's fingers thrust in and out of you with ease, dripping desperately down the length of their fingers and your own thighs. Every touch, every whispered word, sent jolts through your body, building the already growing desire to cum for them higher and higher; always pushing you to the edge before pulling away when you spasmed too much, giving you a minute to cool down before returning right back to relentlessly tormenting the aching Heaven between your thighs. They'd chuckle at each of your mumbled words of protests, only to shut you up by returning to rub against your swollen clit.

"Luci-oh! Please. . ple- please," your poor little mind was too lost in your daze to form a coherent thought, eyes clouded over by a fog of pure pleasure as you mindlessly babbled. "Let me cum, please- please, my Lord." Your body - hell, your entire soul - sang with desire for them to the point it was almost overwhelming, tears building up in your eyes as they oh so cruelly denied such a blissful state to flood you. .

Lucifer could only chuckle, feeling their lips curling into a smirk at the sight of you, quivering and clenching around them. The hand that had been playing with your breasts slid up to gently wrap their fingers around your throat, applying just enough pressure to silently bring your attention to them. "Such a needy thing, aren't you?" they spoke gently, leaning in close so their hot breath fanned across the side of your face. Another squeeze, though slightly tighter, as if demanding a response.

"Yes.. my- my Lord," you somehow managed to form out through the tightness in your throat. "Please.. ah- let me cum," you continued to beg, unable to take the edging much longer.

"Cum for me," Lucifer spoke through ragged breath. "Show me just how much you need me." And with those words, their hand loosened from your throat and held your hip instead, leaving an indent to the flesh, as their fingers grew into a relentless pace. Your body writhed against them, arching off from their chest as your mouth fell open, the most unforgiving of obscenities spewing from your tongue as you grind harder against their hand. 

With one final curl to their fingers that hit the most delectable spot, your orgasm crashed over you. Your entire body shook and trembled as you tightened around them, the Devil slowing their pace to allow you to ride your high, as every nerve grew hot with pleasure until you were nothing but a quivering mess in their arms.

Your legs — still twitching and now aching from the prolonged position, covered in a light blanket of perspiration — fell limp against Lucifer, dangling over the length of their legs and you collapsed back into them. Carefully their fingers withdrew from your slick heat once your breathing evened out, licking their fingers clean before wrapping a wing around you to keep you close. Reassuring praise and hums left their lips as they kissed and pecked at your cheek and down to your shoulder.

"Sh, shh, my darling," Lucifer cooed, gazing down at you with a soft smile as they took in your tired expression. "Such a good girl for me, weren't you? Hm?" You could feel their warm lips against your skin, both soothing and comforting, as you gave a quiet hum in response while you basked in the afterglow from your climax.

As your head rested against their chest, feeling the steady beating of their heart beneath your ear, they continued to hold you; slowly running their fingers through your hair, the sensation making your eyes grow heavier until inevitably falling shut. They'd hold you like this until you woke, only to repeat it all over again for the rest of eternity.

. . though who would complain?

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this is sick and i need to be put down. immediately. sorry this is horrible it's been a while. you can tell where i got burnt out at the end lol.

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[yourlocaldisneyvillain]

belong (nsfw)

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Sumarry: Lucifer is always so very gentle with you.

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A/N: Inspired by this fic, but I made it dark. Sorry? TW: non-con TAGS: #bathtub sex #aftercare #implied sexual content #non-explicit sex #post-coital cuddling #implied/referenced dubious consent #soul selling #pondering the nature of free will and soul contracts #sort of psychological thriller vibes but not really #dubious consent #deal with a devil #love bites #implied rough sex #light praise kink

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Sprawled against the Devil’s chest in a grand bathtub next to the fireplace, you don’t think it can get better than this. Their soft breasts pressed against your back, their nimble fingers tracing patterns on your chest and stomach, their warm breath on your neck. Their soft lips on the sensitive skin of your jaw, their hair tickling you, their touch gentle and caring. It’s all like a dream. The softest, sweetest, most wonderful dream — the kind that you have right before you ought to wake up. 

Ah, it’s just what your sore and aching body needs.

The water is hot, and yet your lover’s touch makes you shiver. Gooseflesh appears on your skin. You wince when they caress a dark bruise their teeth left on your breast. 

“Aren’t you a sensitive little thing,” they say, and the low rumble next to your ear causes another shiver to run down your spine. Their voice is lilting and melodious — sweet and delicious and oozing like caramel. Just for that voice alone, you’d do anything.

Anything is a dangerous promise. 

They kiss the painful, throbbing love-bite on your neck. A sharp gasp escapes you. 

“Tell me, have I been too rough with you? I forget how… fragile mortals can be.” 

They’ve been less than gentle with you, that much is true. And yet, you can’t find it in yourself to mind. The pain brought with it indescribable pleasure. It left you aching and sensitive and marked with bruises, but pleasurably spent. However, you’re content to be pampered with gentle touch and a hot bath with fragrant oils and salts — you don’t think you could take anything more than utmost tenderness right now. 

“You haven’t,” you say, and they chuckle into your ear — a low, deep sound, a puff of air against your earlobe.

“Liar,” they whisper into your ear. You can feel them smile against it. “Don’t worry, my sweet lamb. I intend to be nothing but gentle with you now that I’ve had my fun.”

Their warm breath on your ear has an intoxicating effect on you. You close your eyes and smile stupidly, leaning into them as much as you can, wanting to be as close to them as possible. 

“Sweet thing,” they say and run their hand down your torso, down, down until they reach between your legs. You wince when they touch the bruised and abused bundle of nerves nestled between your lower lips. It’s painful, rather than pleasurable.

“Lucifer,” you say softly, and they make a little circle with their fingers. Your abdominal muscles convulse and you hiss. “Please, I can’t take it.”

“No?” they ask softly and plant a kiss on your neck. “But I am being so very gentle.”

They gently flick their fingers over the little bud and you buck your hips involuntarily. You try to move away from the painful touch, but there is nowhere to go. You are engulfed by their much larger body, by their gentle, but unrelenting hands. “Please,” you breathe, “I can’t.”

“The human body is wondrous thing. It entertains me greatly to see how much my touch affects you,” they say almost conversationally. They rub gentle circles, but even the lightest pressure makes you cry out in pain. However, hidden somewhere beneath the pain, distant pleasure starts to build. It grows in your lower belly, warm and steady. 

Belonging to the Devil isn’t something one should take lightly.

“Sweet, sweet lamb — how you amuse me. It feels good, doesn’t it?” they whisper softly, their voice a soothing lullaby in your ear. “Tell me, do you wish me to stop?”

You open your mouth to say yes, but words evade you. “I can’t,” you say instead.

“Of course you can,” they say, saccharine sweet. “Do you want me to show you?”

No, you want to say, but the words don’t come. “It hurts,” you whine. 

You’re hot — aching and throbbing, your lungs full of steam rising from the bath, hyperaware of their body pressing into your own, of their breath on your ear. They are inexorable, rubbing gentle circles, making you pant and whimper. The once distant pleasure emerges through the pain, stronger, clearer than before.

“Poor thing,” they coo, sugary sweet. “So sensitive, and yet doing so well for me. So obedient. Such a good girl.”

Their voice renders you dizzy and confused. What is it you wanted to say?

“Do you want me to stop?” they ask again and press harder. You cry out. They laugh into your neck — a warm gush of air and a sound of angel-bells ringing.

Stop, yes, stop — that’s what you wanted to say — but they rub harder and faster and then overwhelming, all-consuming pleasure washes over you. The intensity of it crashes and then ebbs and flows like a wave. You’re distantly aware of your own cries and the Devil’s soft words.

“See, my sweet dove? You can.”

But I didn’t want to, you think — a distant, hazy thought, something you can almost grasp. 

They whisper soft words of encouragement into your ear, and their voice ebbs and flows not unlike the pleasure in your belly. You convulse and ache and grip their arm, and they shush you, hold you, and caress you.

It takes a while before the pain and the pleasure subside. You’re sore and achey and spent — even more so than before. You didn’t think it possible.

“I…” you try to speak. 

“You…?” they mock you sweetly. 

“I didn’t…” 

“Didn’t you?,” they say, smiling into your neck. You can feel the sharpness of their teeth against your skin. 

I didn’t, you want to say, but you aren’t so sure anymore. A pleasant, blissful sleepiness weighs on your limbs like a heavy cloak. You drift in and out of sleep as the Devil gently cleans your sweaty skin, rubs your scalp, washes your hair and peppers soft kisses over your abused body. Tender, beautiful aftercare — exactly what you need — and oh, they do it so lovingly. 

It isn’t until you’re dried off and carefully carried and laid upon the bed — on the most exquisite and decadent silken sheets — that you find it in yourself to speak. You’re sleepy, so terribly sleepy, and yet you manage to ask what’s been on your mind for some time now.

“Lucifer…” you manage to utter, softly and quietly. 

“Yes?” they ask as they settle next to you, pulling you close, wrapping their arms around your waist. They bury their nose into your hair and inhale deeply. 

“Do I… have agency? Now, after the…”

They wrap a wing around you, shielding you and covering you as if with a blanket. “Of course you do. You can have anything you desire.”

They’re right — you do get everything you desire. And yet, what agency does someone — something — that belongs have? Is a plaything allowed to desire? And if it is, do they just end up desiring what their Master wants?

“Really?” you murmur. Your eyelids are heavy with sleep. A wonderful, warm feeling, and yet there is something underneath it. You can almost remember what it is.

“Name it and it is yours, little lamb.”

Yes, yes, it is true, you think as you snuggle closer to them. They’re warm and they smell like burning wood — comforting, like a fire that chases away the winter cold that wants to settle in one’s very bones. It’s true, you think — they always ask what you want. 

It’s just that you always seem to want exactly what they do.

You want to ask something else, but it escapes you. Something on the tip of your tongue you can’t quite grasp. A question, a flickering light you can’t quite catch. 

You sigh softly and drift into sleep — warm and safe in Lucifer’s embrace. Who knows, maybe if you stayed awake just a tad longer, you’d have remembered what you wanted to ask. 

Indeed — selling one's soul to the Devil isn’t something one should take lightly.

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[daydream-cement]

Adored (NSFW)

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

You wish to be dominated and owned by Lucifer.

Authors Note: No one requested this, but my brain is a whorehouse.

You were pleasantly surprised by the rapid pacing of your sex life with Lucifer. For months they had taken their time, slowly progressing to their physical intimacy, but it all came to a head a few weeks ago when your hunger for Lucifer outweighed your brain telling you to wait it out. 

The Lightbringer was unbelievably gentle and sweet with you the first time, but as the two began opening up in the bedroom, you had unlocked a particularly rough part of your romantic partner. What started as a light choking had progressed to bondage and Lucifer dominating every part of your being… and you couldn’t have loved it more.

You felt insatiable, needing Lucifer’s hands on you in every spare moment. You felt like you had gone a lifetime without water and now at the first sip, you realized how thirsty you were. 

Tonight you had a special surprise for Lucifer, who was reading in the bed you had recently begun to share. You had purchased a new dildo for their strapon and you had bought herself a new leather lingerie set. The crisscrossing straps outlined your breasts and crotch while also decorating the rest of your torso. 

You were jittering with nervous excitement as you emerged from the bathroom, your bottom lip gripped between your teeth as you awaited Lucifer’s reaction to the new outfit. When the ruler didn’t glance up at your return to the bedroom, you saw it fit to clear your throat and use a term of endearment for the Morningstar to catch their attention, “Ahem… dearest…”

“Mm?” Lucifer hummed, their focus unwavering from the book in their hands.

You chuckled at the focus they had for their novel. You weren't interested in sharing Lucifer’s attention with anyone or anything else tonight. Rather you made your way to the foot of the bed and crawled up onto the mattress, cooing for Lucifer once more, only this time you used a new nickname, “Oh, sweetness…” 

Lucifer’s eyes flickered up from their book, and you had to smirk at the quiet Latin phrase mumbled under Lucifer’s breath, “Salus mea advenit…” 

You continued your journey into Lucifer’s lap, earning the full attention of the larger being beneath you as Lucifer marked their page and discarded the book on their nightstand. As you straddled the Lightbringer’s lap, you couldn’t help but feel butterflies at the way the Morningstar was admiring your body. Your breath hitched as Lucifer took a few agonizingly long minutes to look over every exposed inch of your body before laying a finger on you.

“Absolutely delectable you look…” Lucifer hummed as they allowed their fingers to trace the outlines of the leather straps.

Your eyes snapped shut at the compliment and your whole body tensed as you awaited Lucifer’s hands on your bare skin. The first brush of Lucifer’s fingers against your skin was against your stomach and then again over your waist. Prying your eyes open, you looked down to Lucifer and saw the Morningstar’s attention was entirely captured by your body. 

Their hands continued to ghost all over until they finally landed on your breasts, “Look at your pretty self…”

Lucifer’s tone sent a shiver down your spine. It was filled with so much admiration, but you knew it held a hunger that would lead to you pinned against the mattress being fucked into oblivion.

The Morningstar’s hands fell away from your breasts, ghosting over your sides, and back around to skim over your ass to land on the backs of your thighs. You couldn’t help but let out a whimper at the feeling of the Lightbringer cupping your thighs. Lucifer’s hands made you feel incredibly small, a strange and wonderful sensation. “Beautiful legs, beautiful breasts…”

Lucifer’s hands lingered on your legs, taking their time with the anatomy they loved so much. Their hands glided up and down the backs of your thighs, fingertips coming achingly close to your bare heat before drifting away again. You found it so tantalizing that your breathing quickened and you needed to brace herself by placing your hands on Lucifer’s shoulders.

The Morningstar took advantage of the new proximity and lowered their lips to your nipple. Their words ghosted over your flesh before they pulled the sweet bud into their mouth, “Mmm… perfect, perfect, perfect as far as the eye can see…”

The praise caused you to release a whine - there was nothing you loved more than compliments and affirmations from the Lightbringer. Weaving your hands into Lucifer’s blonde curls, you hummed and whimpered at the teasing of their mouth. You became lost in the sensation and as time passed, you began to rock your hips against Lucifer’s lap, unconsciously seeking friction.

The movement stirred something in Lucifer and their hands began shifting upward along with their mouth. Lucifer nipped and sucked across your chest and collarbone, leaving behind fresh bruises to accompany the others from the nights before.

Lucifer’s voice was low, breath grazing over your neck as their fingers gently rolled your nipples between their thumb and forefinger. “I could make you mine, and I know you’d like that, hm?” 

You nodded vigorously, wrapping your arms tighter around the Lightbringer’s neck and grinding your hips downward once again. You were hoping to catch their attention to make it aware that you needed the Morningstar’s touch desperately. 

“So desperate...”

You suddenly found yourself on your back, splayed across the king size bed for the Morningstar to use at their pleasure. Lucifer’s hands glided over your torso, feeling every exposed inch of skin while their eyes focused on your body with an intensity you had never experienced before. One would almost think that they had never seen you naked with the way they focused on your body. 

Even though the Lightbringer was touching your non-erogenous zones, you felt herself dripping at the prospect that the being above you was admiring you. Lucifer worked their way down until they were seated between your legs, lifting the right leg up for them to begin kissing their way up towards your inner thigh. The Morningstar adored how time consuming it was to kiss all the way up your leg and was happy to repeat the same process on the left. 

You were trying your best to keep still (knowing Lucifer was happy to punish you for squirming too much), but it felt nearly impossible as your arousal grew. They were setting every cell of your being on fire with each kiss. Never had your body been worshiped or cared for like this.  

As Lucifer made their way to your inner thigh, they sucked at the tender flesh, leaving large dark marks in their wake. Your body had been marked to high heaven by the Lightbringer as a physical display of how you were all theirs. You felt Lucifer pause for a moment, the Morningstar’s cheek resting against your inner thigh as they reveled in the beauty that was you.

You were earnest in your begging, “Please… Please, my devil… I need you to touch me please.” 

“Mmm… Such a needy little love.” Lucifer teased, their fingers running the length of your wet and swollen cunt. It was obvious how turned on you were. 

“Maybe we should get you out of this.” They spoke and there was a jerk, a snapping sound, and you felt yourself come free of the lingerie. Glancing down, you saw Lucifer pulling apart the lingerie until it lay on either side of you, shredded by their strength. “There is just something about you being completely bare for me.”

“Fuck.” You groaned, not from being upset at the destruction of the outfit, but from the display of strength from the Morningstar. 

“Look at you…” Lucifer breathed, their fingers slipping in your slit to feel the wetness growing there. 

“You make me so wet… You make me so wet. You know just how to touch me… You know just how to make me feel good… No one has ever made me feel as good as you do.” You were falling apart at the seams, hoping you could say something to make Lucifer touch you the way you needed.

Lucifer only chuckled in response, their index finger slowly plunging into you to test just how ready you were to be fucked. As always after even a short while of touching, one finger slid in with ease, causing you to mewl out. Smirking, Lucifer chose to slowly add another, resulting in you gripping at the sheets and moaning even louder. 

Resting their head against your thigh, Lucifer began to alternate between slowly fucking you with their fingers and teasing you with light pressure against your clit. You were struggling to maintain control of yourself at the new type of teasing as you felt an orgasm come close and pull away with each alternation. The Morningstar couldn’t help themself when they lowered their lips to your clit; they needed a taste of you. They sucked at the bundle of nerves as they pumped their fingers in and out of your cunt, watching your back arched as the edging finally subsided and you were allowed to experience the bliss of an orgasm.

Pulling their mouth away from your clit, they continued fucking you with their fingers, not wanting to let up on the stimulation until you were entirely done with sex for the evening. “Are you ready, lamb?”

“Mhmm. Please, I need you to fuck me.” You begged. It wasn’t until you started having sex that you realized you could come from penetrative sex. Since then, you craved the sensation like the air you breathed.

You whimpered when Lucifer’s warmth left you. The towering being crossed the room and pulled the harness from a drawer, raising their eyes and smirking when they saw the new addition to the sex toy drawer: a dildo larger than you had ever taken before. One that you were dreading with sweet anticipation.

When the Morningstar returned to the bedside with the cock now attached to their body, they couldn’t help but smirk at the you beneath them, “So desperate to be filled, aren’t you, lamb?”

You were hesitant in your response, only giving a brief nod as you bit your bottom lip. You spread your legs to invite Lucifer between them, hoping the Morningstar would be gentle. 

Settling between your legs, Lucifer teased the cock at your entrance, smirking as they watched your thighs clench each time the head of the cock slipped past your entrance. “You look so pretty all spread out for me.”

You couldn’t help yourself when you reached down and grasped Lucifer by the wrist, halting them from pushing the head of the massive cock into your pussy. Your face must have told Lucifer everything they needed to know about your concerns as they leaned back on their heels, shaking their head. The Morningstar pulled your hand away from their wrist with one hand and pushed the head of the cock into your cunt with the other. 

Once Lucifer was sure the cock wouldn’t slip out, they leaned forward, taking your hands in their own and pinning them above your head. Their voice sounded so kind and soothing, but the words made you ache deep in your core, “Don’t worry, my child. I shall make it fit…”

Your arms wrapped around their neck while your legs wrapped around Lucifer’s waist, pulling the larger being into a desperate and sloppy kiss. You couldn’t help but moan into the Lightbringer’s mouth when they pushed the cock all the way into your cunt, only stopping when the hilt hit your entrance. 

All of it. The whole cock was buried in you and you were aching in pain. You needed a reprieve. 

Lucifer began the slow steady process of creating a pace for you. They braced their forearms on either side of your head and slowly began pulling out and pushing back in. Tears were still forming in your eyes, even as you began to adjust to the full size. The final two inches were still too much, but you were going to take it all for the Morningstar. 

When you felt yourself relax into the pacing, you finally gave Lucifer the green light to fuck and use you as you saw fit. “Harder, dearest… Please fuck me harder…”

Lucifer only needed to be told once. 

In one swift motion, Lucifer maneuvered your legs into place, pushing them back far enough that your knees were nearly touching your chest. From there they began their assault on your cunt, not providing any mercy to your moaning and drooling self beneath them. 

The only word you were able to get out was ‘fuck’ and it came out strangled and whiny, over and over, as it blended with your other moans and cries. 

You had never experienced such animalistic sex. It almost made you wish that Lucifer had a real cock so you could encourage them to come deep inside of you. You felt the need to be bred. You felt the need to be claimed. You felt the need to be owned by the Morningstar. 

Lucifer was ruthless in their pacing and the sound of the strap sliding in and out of your soaked cunt was music to their ears. You were becoming far too blissed out and overwhelmed to make a sound.

They were fucking you with an unmatched level of brutality and you knew you would never be able to live without it. You were folded and manipulated into a position only attempted by professional acrobats, allowing the strap to reach parts of your cunt that you hadn’t known existed. 

The fucking lasted for a good hour and you was beyond overstimulated. Brain numbing orgasm after brain numbing orgasm, the pleasurable sensations were soured by how overwhelming everything was. All you could do was claw at Lucifer’s back and choke out your pleas for the ruler to stop their ministrations, “P-please- Plea-Please.. S-s-top. Lu-AH-Lucifer… Stop!” 

You were regretting not creating a safeword with Lucifer prior, but the relationship was so new that it hadn’t come up until now. The Morningstar continued their relentless assault on your cunt, resulting in you planting your hands on Lucifer’s cheeks and begging them to stop once more with an elevated intensity to your tone. The Lightbringer slowed their pacing instantly, gently de-escalating their thrusts to ease you into them pulling out.

Your chest heaved as you clung to Lucifer, hugging them tight as you tried to pull yourself together and stretched out your legs. Your brain felt fuzzy and your legs ache from the position the Morningstar had placed you in. You knew full well you were going to feel tonight’s activities for the next couple days.

“…thank you…”  You sighed, your fingers raking through Lucifer’s hair as the Morningstar settled their cheek between your breasts. The Morningstar’s only response being a curt nod and a squeeze to your hips.

You were physically spent and even through your groggy thoughts, you could only think of how much you adored Lucifer. This being who had spent hours ravishing you was more tender with you than anyone else you knew. You wanted to give all of yourself to Lucifer in a way you had never given yourself before.

“Would you like to date? Uhm… I mean- Would you like to be an official couple?” You tried to pull away any vulnerability from the question, hoping the Morningstar wouldn’t sense that you were desperate for them to say yes.

Lucifer raised themself off your chest, staring down at you with a blend of curiosity and admiration. “I would adore to be your partner. And I would adore if you were to be mine.” 

The confidence in Lucifer’s answer made you feel light and giddy in a way that you hadn’t felt in years. You pulled the Morningstar’s face to yours, allowing you to lock lips for a moment. 

When you parted, the Lightbringer slipped off you to lay at your side, which you took immediate advantage of, snuggling your body into the crook of their arm to lay your head on their shoulder.

“I adore you, dearest...”

“I adore you, starlight…”

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[erinyaya]

Dreaming of heaven

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Morpheus telling Lucienne about the problems he has been through:

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[brienneoftarth1989]

Attention NSFW

Lucifer x fem reader

Summary: It’s been a long lifetime in Hell and all you wanted was Lucifer’s attention which they were not giving you until they had finally had enough and put you in your place.

Warnings: strap on, attention denial, masturbation, overstimulation, use of safe word, punishment, humiliation kink, dom/sub kink, aftercare

Requests open

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Being in a relationship with Lucifer definitely had its perks but when they were busy and you wanted their attention it was hard. You and Lucifer have been together for almost two years now and everyone knows not to mess with you. If they messed with you then they were messing with Lucifer, so unless they had a death wish most people left you alone.

Recently after their encounter with Morpheus they have been planning something big which meant they were always busy with their minions planning for this big event. It was so top secret not even you really knew what was going on. It didn’t bother you to begin with. You were never really that interested in getting revenge on the living world. As long as you were with Lucifer that was all that mattered.

Unfortunately Lucifer spent more and more and more time focusing on their project and barely any time with you. Before you quite easily found things to do. You would hang out with your friends, have movie days with yourself, go for walks and torment the occupants of Hell knowing they couldn’t do shit to you.

But after a while it all became very repetitive. Unlike you, your friends had important things to do with their partners which meant you couldn’t hang out as often as you had been. Movie days ended up turning into watching a couple of movies before either getting bored or falling asleep. On the days you did actually want to have a good movie day you could never seem to find any good films to watch anymore.

You still try to go on walks but you have walked most of the trails now. Before you could go on walks that meant you were gone for at least a couple of hours. Now you would be lucky if you managed to walk half an hour away. It was like you had lost the motivation to do anything now. All you really wanted was Lucifer’s attention and you would be lucky if they gave you 5 minutes of their time now considering they were so busy.

It was currently 8:00 in the morning and the red glow of Hell finally hit your face, stirring you from your slumber. You rolled over placing your arm out to cuddle up to Lucifer however you were met by a cold empty space. Having your arm not wrapping around Lucifer’s body caused you to immediately wake up properly.

You sat up looking around the room hoping Lucifer was just getting ready and that they hadn’t left already without saying goodbye. They always said goodbye to you even when you were asleep. Sometimes they left a note but you looked at the nightstand and there was no note today. You looked around on the floor as well and there was nothing.

Then it hit you. Maybe they were still here. You quickly got out of bed and headed to the living room. Nope they weren't there. You then went to the kitchen. Maybe they were making themselves breakfast. As you walked into the kitchen you could smell cooked food which meant they had not long been in here. Your heart sank a little though when you saw the dirty plate though.

Ok don’t worry they could still be here. Two more places to check. You then went to their home office. Maybe they were doing some last minute prep work. You knocked on the door and waited for a response. You were greeted by silence. You turned the door handle and slowly pushed the door open. “Luci are you in here?” you called out. Silence. You pushed the door open and were greeted by the empty office.

You quickly shut the door and headed to the bathroom. You opened the door half expecting them to be there but once again nothing. You sunk down on the bathroom floor curling up into a tight ball. How could they do this to you? They always said goodbye. Why are they suddenly losing interest in you?

You sobbed as reality hit you like a ton of bricks. It was because of this stupid project they have been working on. They have spent these last months spending all their time on that stupid project that they forgot who else needed their attention. Then a devilish idea came to your head. You were in Hell for this kind of behaviour anyway.

If Lucifer wasn’t going to give you the attention you deserve then you were going to make sure that you got their attention. Before you would know you would have Lucifer right where you wanted them. In order for this to work you needed a little plan. First you needed to find where Lucifer was. There would be a number of places they could be so to save you searching later you thought to get it done first.

You quickly threw some clothes on before leaving the penthouse to go and find Lucifer. You first checked the Throne Room. You had a good look around and there was no sign of Lucifer. You then went to check the room that was best known as the Council of War. Lucifer was normally always in here especially since they have been working on this project of theirs.

Only people with their unique fingerprints can enter so you had to knock on the door and hope that someone answered. After a couple of knocks and waiting for a few extra minutes you took it as a sign that no one was in there because normally someone would have answered by now. Therefore you continued on your journey to find your partner. You then made your way to their main office praying that they would be in there.

If they weren’t in there then you really didn’t know where they would be considering they are normally in one of these three places. You knocked on the door not wanting to just barge in. You waited a couple of seconds before you heard their voice. “Come in” they called out. You got excited because you had finally found them.

You opened the door and made your way into their office. “Hey baby! How come you didn’t say goodbye to me this morning” you asked with sweet intentions. “Seriously y/n! I’ve got more important things to be doing today. I really don't have time for this!” they snapped back at you. It took you by surprise slightly as you weren't expecting it.

“I’m sorry Luci, I was just wondering when you and I could spend some time together. I haven’t really got to spend time with you since the project started” you sighed feeling slightly defeated. “I’m sorry y/n but this is really important and needs my full attention. You will have to wait until I’m finished with this” they said, not looking up from their desk.

“That could be months Luci, I need attention too you know” you screamed before turning around and storming out. With the plan now set out you headed back to your room to get ready. You changed from what you were wearing into the black leather lingerie that you knew Lucifer loved. There was no way they could turn you away this time. You grabbed a silk robe to cover at least some of your body before heading back down to Lucifer’s office. You once again knocked on the door to which Lucifer responded by telling you to come in.

You slowly walked into the office losing the robe as you stepped in. “Are you sure you don’t want to spend some time with me baby” you practically moaned as you strided over to their desk. “Seriously y/n you’re just making yourself look like a fool. I told you I don’t have time for this today!” they shouted at you.

You wanted to just curl up into a ball and cry but you weren’t going to give them this satisfaction. “Seriously Luci? Why won’t you touch me? Why won’t you give me the slightest piece of attention” you screamed before once again storming. That was it if this wasn’t going to work then you really needed to up your game.

You stormed back to your room once again this time stripping from all of your clothing. You then grabbed one of the dildo’s with the harness that Lucifer liked to use on you. If they weren’t going to touch you then you were just going to have to do it yourself. You once again made your way back to their office not caring that anyone walking the hallways would see you butt naked.

This time you didn’t knock, you just barged right into the office but you were greeted by an empty office. You couldn’t be bothered to go and find them again. You would just wait until they returned as they would have to come back at some point. You sat down on one of the sofas that were in their office and made yourself comfortable.

You slowly let your hand wander your body pretending it was their hands on you. This felt kind of sad. You really wanted their touch and instead you were pretending that your hands were theirs. You let your hands travel down to your breasts where you switched between playing with your nipples and massaging your breasts.

As you let one hand stay on your breasts you let the other start making its way to your aching cunt. You let your fingers start to play with your throbbing clit. You let out a small whimper as you felt your fingers connect with your clit. You started to rub circles over and over slowly bringing yourself closer to the edge.

You closed your eyes pretending that it was Lucifer’s fingers working their magic on your body. As your mind pictured these images you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm quicker and quicker. You let out a deep moan as your orgasm took over your body, feeling yourself shake slightly from the intensity.

You slowly opened your eyes and looked around. Still no Lucifer but you could hear them coming closer and closer to their office. Believe it or not their voice travels and you could always hear them from a mile away. Another idea sparked in your mind. You quickly grabbed the dildo and made your way to their desk.

You perched yourself on the edge of the desk with your legs spread facing the door. Lucifer sure was going to have a surprise coming for them when they opened that door. You quickly placed the dildo in your mouth covering it in your saliva. You then lined it up with your pussy slowly pushing the length deep inside. You let yourself quickly adjust to the size before starting to slowly fuck yourself.

You could practically hear Lucifer standing outside of their office door. You just hoped that whoever they were talking to also wasn’t coming in otherwise they would be getting a bit of a surprise. Not that you really cared though. At this point you were just trying anything to rile Lucifer up.

You continued to look at the door as you continued to push the toy in and out of yourself. You then saw the handle start to move. You slowly close your eyes letting the pleasure start to overtake your body at the thought of being caught by them.

“Y/n! What are you doing?” you heard them scream as they slammed the door and locked it behind them. You opened your eyes and you could see the anger take over their body. You didn’t stop though! You continued to fuck yourself as you felt your orgasm start to take over. “Fuck! I’m cumming!” you screamed as your body shook once again.

“You better not be” Lucifer growled as they stormed over to you but it was too late you pulled the toy from out of yourself before placing it in your mouth to suck off all the cum. “I told you I needed your attention” you smirked knowing that you were in for it.

Lucifer snatched the toy from out of your hand before attaching the harness on themselves over their clothes. “You want to be fucked? I will make sure I fuck you so hard that you will be begging me to stop and trust me you won’t be able to walk once I’m done with you” they moaned in your ear before flipping you around so you were now facing the opposite way and on your hands and knees.

They lined the cock up with your pussy before thrusting deep inside you. They didn’t let you adjust to the size and as they pounded into you. “You like it when daddy doesn’t give you attention because you love being a slut for daddy don’t you!” they moaned out before giving your bare arse a slap.

“Fuck! Yes daddy! I love being a slut for you” you whimpered. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk as they continued to destroy your pussy. You came once, then twice and before you knew it you were on your third orgasm since Lucifer started fucking you and they showed no sign of stopping.

Your pussy was drenched and you could feel your cum dripping down your legs and onto the desk. They continued to fuck you before slowly bringing their hand around you waist and started to play with your clit. You came instantly as soon as their fingers came in contact with your throbbing clit.

They continued to torture you before you were begging them to stop. “Please Lucifer, I can't take it anymore!” you screamed but they continued to fuck you senselessly. “RED!” you screamed to which they quickly came to a stop. It wasn’t very often you used the safe word but it was becoming very overwhelming for your body and you didn’t know if your body could handle another orgasm.

“It’s ok darling! Daddy has you. Let’s go back to our room and get you cleaned up” they whispered before picking you up bridal style and taking you to the shared bedroom. They instantly cleaned you up before placing you in bed. “Have a little sleep darling, I need to finish some paperwork and I will be back to spend the rest of the day with you” they said smiling as they tucked you into bed.

And that is just what they did. When you awoke a couple hours later Lucifer was laying next to you with your favourite film about to start and a range of snacks for the two of you to munch on.

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[unmeisenpai]

Well tonight won, so here ya go y’all enjoy the new wallpapers happy Thursday ✨🖤😘

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[just-your-casual-nerd]

Master List of Fics I Like

Note: I did not write any of these fics, I just enjoy reading them and had a shit load of them saved. So, I figured I would put all of the ones I liked on a master list, figuring that its an easy way to keep track of them, and maybe you guys would like them as well. Have a Great Day fellow Nerds! 😁👋

2nd Note: If Someone wants me to take their fic or another fic off, let me know and it will be done. I don't want to offend anyone or make them upset. 

Larissa Weems:

20/20 Vision (NSFW) By: no-phrogs-in-hats

In A Meeting By: daydream-cement

Challenge (part 1) By: widowromanova

Stress Reliever By: theplanetplu20

Be my good girl (NSFW) By: v3nusxsky

Caught By: pebbleswritessometimes

Non ti scordar di me By: paulsonwifey

Secretary (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

A lesson to be taught By: amongthestarlitsea

My mistake By: v3nusxsky

Bathtub Sex (NSFW) By: daydream-cement

A reward (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

To People Watch One Person By: rippersz

Your First/NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Hold on/H&c By: v3nusxsky

Piece of Heaven By: moodreaderlesbian

Quiet By: Littledollll

Experiment: NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Not a good girl. Part 2. By: wh0re4women

I Know You Feel It; The Shift: NSFW By: ofc-fics

Forbidden. By: just-a-torn-up-masterpiece

Lipstick Stains By: weemssapphic

Wine & Dine. NSFW By: wh0re4women

Safe haven By: littledollll

My One and Only By: xenrui

Those dresses/NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Take me home By: billiedeansbitch

Good little puppy By: littledollll

Misunderstanding By: milfswriter

Pretty girl By: Littledollll

Sick little love By: Littledollll

Mine/ NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Lay Back (NSFW) By: daydream-cement

Only Pretending #6 By: another-day-another-shadow-ban

Back and White NSFW By stanchett

Tell Me I Got It Wrong By: moodreaderlesbian

Lovely interruption By: Littledollll

Easy Does It-NSFW By: wasjustred

Battle scars/NSFW-angst By: v3nusxsky

A New Start (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

Culinary Skills By: veeisgayasf

More Please By: moodreaderlesbian

Misunderstandings By: littledollll

Slightly jealous By: paulsonwifey

little on a mission By: littledollll

Amortentia: Fated Attraction By: weemssapphic

Feeling Neglected By: daydream-cement

Mommas here By: littledollll

Mutual Understanding (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

Desperation By: veeisgayasf

Winter Weather Warning (NSFW) By: wasjustred

Five Stars (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

Topic of Study (Ch. 2) By: queerfanficion

Desk Activities By: cissyenthusiast010155

Sharing By: cherryapplejuice

Ive Missed You By: pebbleswritessometimes

Topic of Study By: weemsgay

Passionate Discussion By: iamnotoriginalphil

Stress By: realsapphicwife

Vision By: weemssapphic

Valentines Day (NSFW) By: daydream-cement

The Headmistress (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

Soulmates By: iamnotoriginalphil

Dancing in the Firelight By: amnotoriginalphil

School Reunion By: amnotoriginalphil

An Adoring Gaze By: xenrui

Hers and Only Hers By: weemssapphic

Handcuffs (NSFW) By: daydream-cement

Good Girl By: daydream-cement

Only For You (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

Dumbification (NSFW) By: daydream-cement

Lucifer:

Absolute Perfection By: Littledollll

Playing With Fire: NSFW By: stanchett

I'll Cover You By: Littledollll

Dont be scared, little angel (pt. 4). By littledollll

The chill of spring By: when-i-miss-you

In Mourning By: stanchett

Fallen stars By: Littledollll

Little artists (pt 2/2) By: littledollll

I didn't mean to scare you By: farahtissaiamyloves

Little artist (pt 1/2) By: littledollll

All Mine By: littledollll

Lucifer vs the hound By: Littledollll

Babbles By: Littledollll

Their Precious angel By: Littledollll

Lucifer's Lover Getting Hurt Would Include By: why-what-no

Little angel By: littledollll

sweet little angel By: littledollll

Rest, my little angle (pt. 3) By: littledollll

Winged Affections By: alexusonfire

Drabble By: littledollll

A Sacrificial Lamb By: zephyr-is-tired

One Hell of a welcome By: littledollll

Bitten The Apple By: why-what-no

Vulnerability (NSFW) By: daydream-cement

Old Flames By: irreplaceable-ecstasyy

Dusk till dawn By: cherrysweetdevine

Dangerous temptation By: littledollll

Miranda Hilmarson:

Roleplay (NSFW) By: daydream-cement

Gwen Christie:

Maneater By: imtheindiekid

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[littledollll]

So it goes..

Lucifer Morningstar x reader

A/n: another 10 year one finally done! I wrote this back in October. Idk If I love this but it’s decent and it’s content, so yay!

This one the poll! It’s not my proudest work but I hope y’all enjoy.

Warnings: just a lot of description, mentions of overstim, back scratching, a mess.

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Messy wouldn’t even begin to describe that night. It was passionate, needy, desperate. It also felt intimate, and deeply romantic.

The room was filled with moans, gasps of pleasure, and that annoying creaking of the bed each time they thrusted into you with abandon. It wouldn’t be the first time the bed breaks under your tangled, and unbearably hot bodies.

How you got here was a blur, but a part of you was fine not knowing the answer as to how, not when you were busy digging your nails painfully into the shoulder blades of your beloved devil. Something about hearing them hiss in pain made you lose your mind.

Lucifer’s lips, their cheek and all the way down their jaw to their neck, all littered with kisses and delightfully marked in your lipstick... you think they look beautiful, but they’ll certainly wipe it all away the second this is over, so you enjoy the sight as much as you can.

You could hear the wet, sticky noise between your bodies, which only served to turn you even more if that was even possible. It was dirty, so very dirty, you loved every second. Your nails dragged down Lucifer’s back the closer and closer you got, and you were met with groans and moans in return as they nuzzled into your neck, a shiver going down their spine and to the very tip of their wings, making them flutter.

The thought of stopping after you both came undone never seemed to reach your minds. There was no hesitation, not even consideration for it as Lucifer mindlessly continued, with you blindly giving into them.

Contrasting their hard and fast thrusts, Lucifer’s hand so softly made it way between your bodies, gently caressing over your torso, your stomach, your hips, the outside of your thighs so readily available for them, so pliable under their gentle hold. They could feel each muscle twitch under their fingertips as breathy moans slipped past your lips at every touch.

Their eyes were drunk in pleasure and yours lost in ecstasy. It’s anything but slow but certainly romantic. Them being submissive to you, and you to them. An equal about of worship for each other going both ways and yet you know little about what exactly initiated this almost animalistic need between you.

Which is why it took you by surprise when suddenly, Lucifer’s weight pressed down on you. Not completely, as they held themselves up by their forearms situated on each side of your head. You could feel almost every inch of their skin touching yours.

The change of pace was certainly welcome as it was about time you took a break, you both knew that yet actively refused to. So infatuated with each other and too lost in the moment to you’ve yourselves a chance to actually breathe for once. But their thrusts became slow, and deep. Lucifer’s face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, giving you the perfect chance to listen and enjoy their sweet moans and whimpers.

You relaxed at the comfortable pace, feeling a soft sigh against your neck as one of your hands lightly grasped at their hip, the other wandering into their messy hair with a gentle caress.

Seeing their lazy thrusts and clingy attitude you quickly realized they were significantly more far gone than you were. Giving them a light squeeze on the hip just to make sure they’d hear you, you spoke softly. “are you alright, my love?” They only hummed in response, pressing a light kiss on your pulse point.

“You don’t want to stop, do you?” Lucifer could tell you were feeling amused by their state. They whimpered, slightly embarrassed by their own needy behavior, but nodded regardless.

Everything felt so overstimulating at this point. Yet it somehow didn’t make them want to stop. “Gonna stay nice and slow?” You asked, your voice breathy and worn out. Lucifer shifted to look at you for a moment. Wanting to make sure you were truly okay with this, that you wanted to and weren’t just complying for them.

Taking the chance, you pulled them into a kiss. There was nothing desperate about it, just a soft and reassuring kiss. Once again, you trailed open-mouthed kisses over their cheek, down their jaw until you reached their collarbones, being rewarded by a moan or whine following each.

You giggled as you looked up at them to find hazy, love-filled eyes staring back at you, and definitely more than ready to continue.

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

Have a Lucifer Morningstar request, where they come across f!reader trying to eavesdrop on private audiences with demons.

Reader is not a demon, but ended up in hell accidentally and Lucifer finds their youthful enthusiasm endlessly amusing.

They are not happy with them listening to private conversations, however, and Lucifer drags the reader to their room and gives them a spanking, comforting them afterwards. Relationship is platonic.

Hey hey hey @reddragon30000 !! Thank you so much for the request! I have been wanting to write more for Luci, so I’m so glad you asked for this 🥰 Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

Change in Pace ~Lucifer Morningstar xFem Reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: SFW, eavesdropping, spanking, punishment, platonic relationship, etc.

Enjoy (;

You leaned right next to the closed door that led to the meeting hall in anticipation and with caution.

You weren’t supposed to be listening…

You were eavesdropping, you see…

“Alright, Alright— Order…!!” The Morningstar commanded, silencing all the demons at the table.

“Now… You will give your propositions one at a time, not all at once. Belial, first, then Moloch, and lastly, Mammon.” They commanded.

An uproar began yet again amongst the demons at the table. It was so loud, you could barely make out what anyone was saying.

“Silence!!” The Lightbringer yelled.

The room went dead. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stick up. Tension was building. Suddenly, their voice rang out again.

“Something has come up. We shall continue this later—!” Their voice boomed.

Your breath hitched and you tripped backwards a bit. You scurried back to your room, your heart pounding. You close the closed and collapsed against it, breathing heavily.

You felt that same tension raise your neck hairs once more. And suddenly, there was a rap on your door. You scurried up and onto your bed.

“Come in…” you whimpered.

The door opened and Lucifer stood before you. Your eyes fluttered down to the ground. They closed the door behind them.

“Did my senses deceive me or did I catch you eavesdropping on my meeting, little one…?” They spoke.

You gulped.

“I… I did… I’m sorry…” you whimpered.

The Lightbringer moved towards you, standing at the edge of the bed. They cupped your chin, directing your gaze to theirs.

“I don’t appreciate eavesdropping, little one…” they warily spoke.

Your face went red with shame.

“Now if you were anyone else, I would have you tortured, perhaps even killed, but your not merely anyone, little one…” they mused,

You gulped.

“No, I knew you had been accidentally sent here from the moment you arrived. You were too pure. And at first I thought about sending you back, little one…” they mused aloud, “But you struck me… you are youthful and endlessly amusing. Such a refreshment from my usual day to day responsibilities…”

You blushed lightly at their words.

“But alas, no bad deed goes unpunished… especially not in hell…” they chuckle lightly.

You sigh and nod.

“I understand…” you whisper.

You suddenly felt Lucifer’s gentle yet stern hand grab and drag you to sit in her lap, eliciting a gasp from your lips. They then cock your head slightly at you.

“Bend over my lap, Darling…”

You gulp and nod, obeying and bending over their lap. They then move your garments to reveal your bare ass, eliciting another gasp from your lips.

Smack!

Her hand hit your ass, not extremely painful but definitely hard enough to leave an impression, and you yelped.

“Count, Little one…” they hummed.

“One…” you whimpered.

Whack!

“Two…!”

“That’s it…” They hum.

Crack!

“Three—!!” You whimper.

Smack!

“I—Four!”

Whack!

“Five!!” You cry out.

Your ass was plumping up to nice, fine red.

Crack!

“Fuck… Six!”

“Doing so well, little one…” they purr.

Smack!

“God— Seven!!” You breathily cry.

Whack!

“EIGHT—!!”

Your lip was now trembling and your thighs were shaking. Suddenly, you felt their hand on your ass again, but this time it was to soothe your reddened ass.

“Have you learned your lesson, little one…?” They hum.

You nodded vigorously.

“Yes yes, I’m sorry…!” You whimpered.

“Alright, little one…” they cooed, picking you back up and placing you in their lap.

They then gave you some gentle kisses, kissing away a few tears which had spilled during your punishment.

“Are you alright, Darling…?” They gently asked you.

You took a deep breath and nodded. They smiled at your reassurance that you were indeed fine.

“Good. Because I quite like having you here…” they hum.

You blushed once more.

“I like being here…” you whispered.

With a kiss to the check, Lucifer placed you on your bed and wished you good night.

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Lucifer Morningstar Masterlist

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[jolenes-doppelganger]

Reflected Through the Looking Glass (Part Two)

Lucifer Morningstar (The Sandman) x fem! Reader NSFW

Summary: Lucifer’s pretty little angel learns a few things; never trust too quickly, and never judge a book by its cover. Hell isn't welcoming, Mother is nowhere to be found, and trouble has a knack for finding the Reader throughout the maze of twisted answers and lies. Is Lucifer truly the savior Reader was looking for, or merely a demented shell of what they were created to be? (Too many 'hell' puns).

Warnings: A little angsty, sensuality used as a form of manipulation. Brief smut (simulated masturbation R receiving, nipple play R receiving, groping R receiving), mild elements of dub-con (Reader gives verbal consent but has limited knowledge of what sex is and what it contains), confusion regarding post-coitus/ sexual activity [Adding in additional info regarding the very brief smut scene just to be safe. It is quick and practically glossed over, PWP.]

A/N: The LONG awaited part two! This series is still not finished, unfortunately my first semester at Uni really took a lot of time and energy out of me. I appreciate everyone's patience and understanding. It appears that my writing slump is momentarily abating, and I am better coping with managing my courses and other adulting things. Anyways, comments and feedback are ALWAYS appreciated and welcome. :)

Word Count: 2.1k

The morning of this sacrilegious place took away the mysticism and otherworldly nature of Lucifer’s domain. The screams that were once eerie and fear-inducing felt... Old. Lucifer's arms that had once been inviting and calming paled in comparison to the safety Mother's gnarled hands had given. Hell was hell. It smelled awful, you realized, curling your face deeper into the bedsheets. Sulfur and other dastardly concoctions of filth drifted upward into the room from the open window. Lucifer stood in front of the window, their hands clenching against the dark stone.

"Little one, come here." they sighed.

Sliding out of bed your feet made clumsy progress, and you managed to stumble over towards them, much to their amusement.

"Like a wee lamb, precious." Lucifer cooed, bringing you into their arms.

The embrace was... Restrained. Lucifer pulled the robes tighter around you, frowning in distaste.

"You should cover yourself more, my love." the quietly scolded.

You chewed your lip in anxiety, pausing when you felt the sting of your busted lip that was still healing. Lucifer was... Off somehow. The warm protector had changed into a preoccupied guardian, their thoughts elsewhere.

"You need a name."

The thought was odd. Surely you had a name... Right? Mother would have named you, you were 'little one'. That's what Lucifer called you too.

"I have a name." you answered, brow quirked naively.

Lucifer's gaze darkened, nostrils flared as they breathed in and out rapidly.

"What do you mean? Who named you?" they demanded, gaze growing dangerous.

It was scary, this sudden shift in behavior. Surely it was not aimed at you? Regardless of the intent of their anger, you shrunk away, raising your wings and covering yourself like a frightened bird.

"I'm 'little one'. That's what Mother calls me. It's what you call me too." you whispered, eyes filled with fear.

Lucifer immediately softened, laughing good-naturedly. They gently reached for you, combing your hair back, cradling your face affectionately.

"Oh, sweet one, that's just a pet name. No, a name is a title. It signifies ownership of creation. And you, my sweet one, were created for me."

You nodded at the notion, turning it over in your head. There was a hang up, naturally. You were created by Mother. Surely Mother would name you?

"What do you mean, I was created for you?"

Lucifer pursed their lips for a moment, considering their response.

"There is another power in this world. A deity, of sorts. I am both that deity's and Mother's creation. But you are entirely Mother's creation. And you were created as my counterpart, a reward for my allegiance to this other deity."

The story made sense, and the slow, methodical way with which Lucifer spoke complimented your ignorance surrounding the world around you. Most things you could piece together from what you'd observed in the century or so you'd been awake. But larger things involving higher powers and domains still confused you.

"Your counterpart?"

Lucifer smiled, bringing you into their arms.

"My other half, my partner, my beloved, my everything." they cooed.

Partner. Well that was a twist.

An impish creature shrieked into the room, jumping and bristling like it was on fire.

"Your imminence, their has been a breach!" the imp shouted, cutting short the tender moment.

Lucifer scowled, shielding you from the gaze of the imp.

"What have I said about barging in when I am with my angel?" Lucifer growled. "She is for me, she is *mine*, she is not for your eyes or anyone else's! I should have you beaten!"

The imp whined, it's ears flattening against the back of it's head. It was a sickeningly sad sight, and it made your heart ache.

"Lucifer, it did not mean it," you defended the poor creature, looking up at the leader of Hell imploringly.

Their gaze went hard, and you feared for a moment that they were going to reprimand you too, but it was for naught. Instead they reached forward bringing you in.

"My angel is very accommodating of other's mistakes." they gently mused. "But the imp has made a serious transgression against my beloved in the name of haste. I will take your views into consideration, but I must attend both to the breach and to the disobedience that runs rampant."

Lucifer turned themselves, hooking a finger under your chin. They seemed to consider you deeply, blue eyes skimming over your features. Then, with a slight smirk, they leaned forward, placing a slow, wet kiss on your lips.

"I'll see you soon, beloved."

Lucifer gracefully released you from their grasp, following the whimpering imp out of the room. Though without activity, you were occupied extensively by the whirlwind of thoughts racing through your head. Lucifer was not some protector, not like Mother had been. They were your partner, and according to Lucifer, you'd been made for them. What was the word they'd used? Counterpart? Counter; against or corresponding to. Part; apart, a piece of something. You were corresponding to part of Lucifer, or perhaps you were a piece that connected to the whole part. The extensive thinking of the eccentricities of words and meanings gave you a slight head ache. Never before had you so deeply analyzed such a simple bit of information.

Mother had always promised you a day sometime in the distant future where you would join her outside of the cradle, where you would be allowed to walk and fly amongst her and her creations, helping her with the Earth and it's many duties. That day had been yesterday... Except... You'd been forcefully taken from the cradle by the dryads. Yes, that is what happened. You'd been afraid, the dryads had been afraid. The outer world had burned and creaked, there had been screaming, destruction, and from that pain Lucifer had appeared.

From one trauma to another, Lucifer had removed you from the good, the safe, the dependable, and thrust you into a world of pain, confusion, and obscurity. Lucifer's domain was that of pain and suffering, you realized. The pain and suffering of Mother's domain had arrived shortly after them. What kind of hell had they thrown you into?

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"Sweet thing, you seem to be quite the thinker." Lucifer mused, drawing a hand over your shoulder.

You'd spent the hours they'd been away pacing and concerning yourself with the dilemmas of both your situation and awareness. Your body had begun to catch up with your mind, although both were advancing at rapid, nearly blinding rates.

"I have a lot to think about."

Lucifer chuckled at this.

"You need a name, little one. That is what you should be thinking about. I've decided on the perfect one, you need only say 'yes'."

Having a choice in your own name? Surely it was an illusion.

"I see." you nodded, twitching your wings in thought.

"From here on, you will be called (Reader)." Lucifer whispered, bending down to press a kiss on your ear. "You're mine now. I've named you, and that makes you every bit my creation and my beloved."

Their logic felt skewed. You were skeptical, but Lucifer tolerated it.

"Come, dear. I believe it is time we explore the benefits of this relationship."

Their hands trailed down resting on your hips, pulling your back against their front. Lips remained hot on your ear, and an unfamiliar feeling stirred in the pit of your belly.

"Little angel, my little (Reader), do you know what being my counterpart means?"

You shook your head, 'no'.

"It means that we share things with each other that no one else does. Do you remember that kiss from earlier? That's an example of something you only give me. And when we took the bath together? All of your beauty is for me to see, and me only."

Possessiveness vibrated from every conceivable pore of their body. The large, sinewy black wings bore down upon you, covering your soft, pale white wings, hiding them from the light. It was both a metaphor and a reality. Lucifer had taken you from the light, they had taken you from your rightful place among the good, natural things of Mother's Earth and brought you down into the recess of this hellish province.

"You took me away from Mother." you stubbornly retorted.

Lucifer paused at this, their breath ghosting moisture upon your neck.

"I did, but only because you belong here with me." they answered, kissing your neck sensually.

The action caused your breath to hitch. It felt good. Strange, a little unwelcome in it's profound effect on your body, but good.

"Do it again." you asked, curious to see if the stimulation would have a similar effect the second time.

Lucifer chuckled, placing a longer, wetter, sinfully erotic kiss on the other side of your neck. It did have a similar effect, but the feeling from earlier fused with the added arousal, and it seemed to cloud your senses.

"See..? I told you that we were made for each other. No one knows your body like I do. Nobody can please it like I could."

Their hands trailed to the tie of your robe, jerking it down.

"This body? It was made for me. Everything I could desire, everything I could ask for in a partner is right here.

They kissed your neck again, nibbling and sucking the flesh intermittently. The feelings growing in your lower abdomen, you believed it was referred to as your womb or pelvic floor, grew. Leaning against them, you watched with interest as they trailed their hands over your stomach.

"Can I touch your breasts?" Lucifer crooned.

You frowned, but then you nodded. The devil chuckled, reaching up to cup them. It was a generically pleasant feeling, and then they slowly began circling their thumbs over your nipples. The sensation was odd, for the first few moments, and then it became pleasurable. Sensation travelled down to your core, and it amazed you that such places could be connected so. Lucifer hummed in approval, continuing to plant slow kisses over your neck.

"Does your pelvic area feel funny?"

You nodded. It ached, in a both exciting and frustrating way. Lucifer smirked, dipping their hand down, resting it right above your pubic mound.

"May I?"

"Yes."

Long, thin fingers parted your labia, a finger slowly circling around a bud. It was the clitoris. It felt good, and you let out a soft gasp, followed by a moan. Lucifer chuckled, continuing to rub slow circles around the bud. Your mind grew foggy from that point on. One hand squeezing your breast, pinching your nipple, the other rubbing slow circles over your clit. A rising sensation, like an incoming tide drew over you, and bliss. A few soft moments of bliss, like a release.

"Good..." they cooed. "Very good."

Your brain felt foggy, your legs were tired. The added strain of the experience combined with the exhaustion of using them for such prolonged periods caused them to ache. Lucifer carried you into the bath, climbing in with you like the night previous. Few thoughts circled your head as they washed you. Most of them were conflicting. The act of sex... Had it been sex? You weren't sure. It had felt good, but it hadn't felt... Natural. Moreso you felt a little used, like Lucifer had manipulated your body to avoid more questions regarding Mother, regarding the world around you.

As their soft hands washed away the minimal dust from you, an overwhelming urge to cry came over you. Tears poured down your cheeks, and you found yourself briefly wishing that you could go back to Mother. Briefly wishing turned into profusely wishing. Lucifer's hands did little to console you, and for the first time you saw a flicker of doubt cross their features. You weren't supposed to be crying, what you had just shared had been pleasurable, good.

"Honey, sweet lamb, I didn't mean to confuse you." Lucifer whispered, stroking your back desperately. "That was supposed to be good, a loving thing to share... I've screwed up, I'm sorry."

Eventually the tears subsided. The bathtub turned into garments. Garments turned into food. This time you noticed the sourness of the fruit, like it was on the verge of going bad. The small seeds got stuck in your teeth. You winced as you spit them out. This time you noticed the insecurity of Lucifer's embrace. Cracks were showing. Lies were unravelling. But which ones, whether they were lies you could even guess upon, those were unsure.

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Far above Hell, Mother crawled from the cradle. Her Earth remained charred, the fields remained lifeless, and a low growl came from her lips.

"Where is Kore?"

A/N: SURPRISE!!! Greek mythology infused with Christian lore? Who would do such a thing?

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[daydream-cement]

omg are your requests indeed open??? if so, can i request a wing kink lucifer x fem!reader fic :) i am aware it's been done a couple of times now but. i am garbage and i want more ahahah the details are up to you, i just wanna see submissive lucifer *returns to my the garbage can*

Bathing Together (NSFW)

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Author's Note: I love me some of The Wing Thing™. Thank you to THE Lucifer writer (@alexusonfire) for beta-ing this fic. ilysm.

Every move you made had the deliberate purpose of driving the Morningstar insane. 

You sat positioned behind them in a grand bathtub. They were seated between your legs submerged to the sternum in the steaming water, their head thrown back in ecstasy as you ran a damp sponge across the ridges of their wings. You could tell they were still holding back as Lucifer only offered you affirming hums, their eyes remaining shut and mouth closed. 

It had been your idea to bathe together. You had discovered their secret love of having their wings stroked and caressed, and since then, you were desperate to find the lengths you could go in bringing them pleasure. 

Their shoulders shook as little jolts of electricity traveled through their body. With a determined gaze, you dip the sponge back in the water once more before lifting it back to their wings. When the heated sponge returned to the ridge of their wing, the Morningstar released a gasp, their whole body tensing and then vibrating in response.  

Taking a risk, you venture downwards, taking the warm sponge across the membrane of their wing. You were ever so gentle in your actions, treating the wing anatomy with utmost care as it gave way lightly under the pressure of your cleaning. 

After a few swipes of the sponge, you dip it back in the water and raise it to their wings to repeat the same steps as before. The Morningstar instinctually reclined back against you causing you to lean back against the stonewall of the bathtub. The pleasure they drew from your gentle caressing of this portion of their wings was more relaxing, the kind of sensation that could lull them to sleep. 

You allow them to enjoy the relaxation for a few minutes, switching to their other wing when the first felt sufficiently cared for. You weren’t looking for them to sleep, however. You wanted them to be shaking and writhing with pleasure. 

Dropping the sponge away from their wings entirely, you release the sponge into the water and bring your hands down beneath the surface, winding them around the Morningstar’s middle. You closed the final space between you and Lucifer, your chest pressing against their back, and your lips hovering over the crux of their wings. 

Your breath skimming over their wings resulted in the angel sitting up straighter, their wings flexing in anticipation. With hands roaming to Lucifer’s breasts, you finally place your lips upon their wings, pressing a kiss to the joint of both wings. The breathy moan that escaped their lips generated a throbbing between your legs.

“Oh, little angel...” Lucifer couldn’t contain themselves, their voice shaking as they spoke. 

This reaction spurned you onwards, your tongue darting from your lips to drag a long lick across the space you had kissed. The next moan from the Morningstar came out strangled, their tall form doubling over involuntarily as their wings stretched out horizontally as far as they could go. 

You were sure Lucifer folding over was their attempt to avoid your mouth, not wanting to show the vulnerability that came from touching their wings. 

“No, no, no, my love...” You scold, fingers finding their nipples to pinch and twist, resulting in their spine straightening back towards you. They hissed in response, not appreciating the way you so easily controlled and manipulated their body. 

There you found the sweet spot, the gentle kissing and licking of any available portion of their wings while your hands kept busy with teasing their nipples. The Morningstar began to rock back and forth, shoulder and bicep muscles contracting and relaxing, causing their whole body to shake as their mind struggled to pick a sensation to focus on. 

“P-please, lamb… Don’t- Don’t stop…” Lucifer’s voice quivered as they begged for more which caused you to bite your bottom lip to suppress a moan. Their sounds of pleasure were intoxicating for you as they were unlike anything you had ever heard before.

In turn, you then chose to tentatively scrape your teeth against the hardened ridge of their wing, leaving the Morningstar a complete puddle in your arms. The angel cried out, a noise that made you wonder if it was a sob. 

You repeated the action, pressing your tongue to each of the spots where you scraped your teeth. Lucifer began to unravel, repeating the word ‘more’ over and over again until it became an unintelligible mumble as the words ran together. And while you couldn’t see the look on the Morningstar’s face, you would have been pleased to see the angel nearly in tears as the sensation of your mouth was almost too much for the immortal to handle.

The steady rocking of Lucifer’s hips drew your mind to something even more pleasurable for the Morningstar. Your left hand released their breast and you pushed the now free hand between their legs, fingers finding their clit with ease. The kneading of Lucifer’s breast and teasing of their clit became secondary to your mouth’s ministrations against their wings.

The warm water began lapping at the edges of the tub when Lucifer’s thrashing grew more unhinged. Their hands reached back, clawing for your thighs, grasping them tightly as they bucked their hips against your hand. 

It felt as if your bodies were melding into one. Their pleasure was your pleasure. 

You were struggling to get leverage over the angel, their size much greater than your own. Relinquishing their breast, you draw your hand back, shifting it up the Morningstar’s back and up around their neck, squeezing as you spoke, “Tell me what you want, my little devil.” 

“Make me come, lamb… Make me come.”  

You do as you are told, pressing more firmly against their clit as you circle the nub. With your hands busy, you refocus your attention on their divine wings. 

You place long languid licks to the upper ridges of their wings causing your sweet Morningstar to thrash and moan in your arms. Their cries grew louder bordering on that of a scream. You were sure many of the demons outside their chamber walls could hear their master’s cries of pleasure.

The rough texture of Lucifer’s wings was delicious against your tongue, a sensation you were sure you wanted to experience again in the near future. You slid your tongue over their wings again and again, until much of the parts of their wings closest to you are shining with your saliva. 

“Oh, lamb… I’m- I am about to-“ Lucifer’s words came out strangled, every fiber of their being attempting to restrain themselves from coming so soon. 

There was no stopping the tidal wave about to crash over the Morningstar. 

They fully unraveled before you when you opened your jaw wide, taking a portion of their wing in your mouth to gently bite down. 

Lucifer’s head was thrown back, a guttural moan escaping as their nails dug into your thighs. You braced yourself against the angel, fingers gripping their throat even tighter and your left hand fingers pausing their work against their clit. Their wings spread outwards and gave a great jolt causing the water to churn wildly, spilling over the edges of the tub.

With the shuddering and shaking beginning to subside, Lucifer’s wings drew to a close and they turned over so they may gradually slip deeper into your embrace. Even while you had been romantically involved for years, this level of vulnerability with Lucifer was still incredibly meaningful to you. 

Their hair had become mussed and disheveled, the frantic actions of your lovemaking and the humidity creating the amusing display. 

Their head rested on your chest and you allowed yourself to draw them near, one hand coming to rest on the back of their head while the other traveled down their back, fingers dancing dangerously close to their wings once more. Their breath was still ragged. They had never experienced this level of pleasure with someone other than you.

Lucifer let out a long sigh, their hands danced up your sides so they could rest at your collarbone, “No one pleases me as you do, starlight.”

Their chest pressed against yours and your legs intertwined, generating a deeper embrace between you and the Morningstar. The slickness generated from the water created the most beautiful sensation between your bodies; enjoying time in the bath with your angel was certainly an activity to repeat again sometime.

“I am always honored you give me such control, my sweet sin…” You take a hand to their hair, combing down the flyways that marred the being’s typically flawless curls.

Lucifer only gave a pleased hum, their hand lifting from your body to gesture quickly causing a few inches of water to drain. This left you chilled, only momentarily, before the water turned back on, filling the tub with steaming water once more. It was obvious the Morningstar had no intention of exiting the bath in the near future. 

As Lucifer dozed on your chest, your half lidded eyes remained trained on the black, flexing wings that hovered just above the water’s surface. Only if Lucifer knew the additional plans you had for them once you retired to the Morningstar’s bedchambers.

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[yourlocaldisneyvillain]

violet soul

a smutty lucifer x reader fic for your enjoyment have fun <3 i feel embarrassed i was able to produce such filth :))))))

triggers warnings: dubious consent (the reader is not sober while giving consent! while they do believe they have given consent, they are not realising they're being manipulated into it!) and just like rough sex i guess haha but nothing requiring a specific trigger warning

hope you enjoy!!!

*slithers back into the void*

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You started having… dreams, recently. Very odd dreams. They feel real, way too real, and you wake covered in sweat, and the only thing you are able to think about is the dream, as if you’re still there. When you manage to fall asleep again, you simply continue where you left off. 

The dreams consume your waking life. You think about them constantly. Images, smells and sounds remind you of them. 

After a few weeks, you visit a therapist and complain about nightmares. She listens and nods sympathetically, and then she asks what the dreams are about. You open your mouth to tell her and find that you can’t. 

“They aren’t about anything, really. They are just… vivid,” you say, feeling embarrassed because of course you know what they’re about. If only you could remember right now. 

She looks at you with confusion in her eyes. “It’s okay, you can tell me,” she says gently. 

You wish you could, but you don’t know. You spend the rest of the session talking about things that don’t matter.

Later, you leave her office with a feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach. You feel like a woman possessed. 

The second you leave her office you remember the dreams again. 

In your dreams, you wonder aimlessly through a very dark place. Nothing happens, really, but it’s scary. Everything is so vivid, so lifelike. You feel the cold stone underneath your feet, the unbearable heat in the air that makes it hard to breathe, the smell of something rotten, something burning. You can never find your way out. Sometimes, you catch glimpses of… creatures. You always make it a point to avoid them. They pay no attention to you anyhow, but they are disturbing to look at, their faces contorted, deformed, burned, melted. Some have teeth like wild animals, some have no faces at all. You couldn't describe them in detail, really, you never stare. You always feel like there is someone watching you, but when you turn, there is no one around. 

The therapy session feels like a defeat and you call a friend to complain. They are sympathetic. You talk for a while, and you feel better — finally, someone understands you. Maybe you aren’t crazy after all. 

Then she asks you what the dreams are about. You open your mouth and nothing comes out. Your voice is gone. 

“Hello? Do you hear me?” your friend asks. You stare at your phone.

“I’m here,” you say, your voice miraculously returning. “My mom is calling me. I’ll call you later, okay?”

You hang up. You call your mom and another friend. You cannot tell any of them about the nightmares. Either your voice disappears, or you can’t remember a single thing about the dreams. The concern and disbelief in their voices make your stomach churn. You know they don’t believe you. You feel crazy. 

It’s evening already and you are so tired. You have run out of people to call and you’re not sure you’d even want to call anyone anymore. You feel on edge, weeks of poor sleep making you paranoid. You start wondering whether all of this is another nightmare. You try pinching yourself to wake up. It doesn’t work. You curl up on the sofa and turn on the TV, turning the channel to something mindless. 

You don’t notice when you fall asleep.

You are in that place again. A sickly sweet smell of something rotten is filling the air. The dark corridor you find yourself in is long and narrow, lit by torches that cast an orange glow onto the dark stone around you. There are doors all throughout it. You turn around. The corridor seems to be never-ending on both sides. You suppose there is no difference which direction you take, then. As soon as you start walking you see the door in front of you open and a black demon with no face steps onto the corridor. You scream and run in the opposite direction. You hear no footsteps behind you and you know it isn’t following you — they never do — but you can’t make yourself stop running. You run and you run and you run through the never-ending corridor. It’s hard to breathe, the air is so hot and it’s stuffy and you’re feeling dizzy and you hear your heartbeat in your ears, but you never stop. 

You don’t know how long you’ve been running when you find yourself at the end of the corridor. There is a grand door in front of you. Without thinking you try to open it, and it’s so heavy you have to use your entire body weight to push it. 

As you open the door, you find that the air is suddenly lighter. The rotten smell is no longer there, and instead it smells faintly of violets. Violets are your favourite flowers. You inhale deeply, relieved you can finally breathe.

The place you find yourself in is enormous, lit by torches. The ceiling is so high you aren’t sure you can see all the way up to it. You could look around for hours and still not be able to take it all in. As you observe the enormous hall, your eyes catch a glimpse a tall, dark figure standing a few feet away from you. It has huge, black wings. You wonder how you didn’t notice it immediately upon entering. The figure is looking at you. 

You know that’s the Devil. For some reason, you aren’t surprised. 

Somehow, you are now standing next to each other. 

The Devil is beautiful, you think, with their cherubic face and bouncy white curls that seem so soft, almost angelic, and you have to fight the urge run your fingers through them. 

The Devil is tall, so tall. Their stature is elegant, feminine. You admire their broad shoulders, the gentle curve of their breasts underneath their silken red robe, their imposing, black wings.

What really pulls you in are the eyes. It’s not that they’re a lovely cerulean blue, so deep you might get lost in them, it’s that they are looking at your very soul. 

They are the first to speak. 

“Finally, we meet officially, little lamb.”

Their voice sounds like the sweetest sin, silky and smooth and melodious. You find yourself enamoured with it. 

“Are you behind my nightmares?” you ask. 

“How pleasant your stay here is is entirely up to you,” they say and cock their head. 

“What do you mean, my stay here? This is a dream. I am still at home, in my bed,” you say, confused. 

“Not quite. You could be, if you so wished. But you wished to be here, didn’t you?” The corner of their lip curls slightly, as if they find all of this amusing. 

“I haven’t slept in weeks, and you tell me that’s by my own volition? That I wished to be here?” 

You can’t believe your ears.

“Think, little lamb,” they say, their voice sickly sweet. “You have called for me, don’t you remember? You said you were lonely.”

Dread fills you when you realise you do remember. It was a joke, a drunken escapade. You were out with your friends, drinking. You went into the woods. The moon was full. You were, as per usual, the clown of the group, making everyone laugh, complaining how you were the only one without a girlfriend. You climbed onto an old log, and proclaimed, “I would sell my soul to the Devil for a girlfriend! Fuck, I am so lonely!” and you laughed, and everyone laughed. They teased you, saying you surely don’t mean it, and you said, “of course I mean it,” and you spun around, took a swig of the cheap wine you brought along, and called upon the Devil three more times. 

“Tell the Devil I mean it”, you said, “tell her I’d fuck her if she would have me, I am so fucking horny,” and you laughed and everyone laughed, and you were drunk, and you don’t remember the rest of the night or how you got home. The next morning you were so hungover you barely remembered anything that happened. 

Until now. 

“Loneliness is a demon that eats at people. I would know,” they chuckle, the sweetest sound. “Especially humans… Humans crave connection, they simply long for it. And you are lonely,  my sweet little dove, I can feel it.”

“I—” you started, but they interrupt you. 

“Don’t worry, lamb, I am here to help you. That’s why you’ve asked for me, haven’t you?”

You want to tell them you didn’t ask for this, it was a mistake, you didn’t really mean it, you were drunk, you take it back—

Their silky voice cuts through your thoughts. 

“Tell me, would you like to be my friend?”

When the Devil asks you to be their friend you ought to tread carefully. 

“What happens if I refuse the Devil’s offer for friendship?” you ask.

They chuckle. They lean in, impossibly close. You are scared to death, afraid they will hurt you. You squeeze your eyes shut. You feel them in your space, around you, everywhere. Their wings flutter around you. 

They don’t lay a finger on you, however. You feel hot breath on your ear.

“I prefer Lucifer,” they whisper in your ear. You notice that Lucifer smells faintly of violets and burning wood.

“I realise you are reluctant to accept my offer for friendship. However, would you like to take a stroll with me?”

You open your eyes and see them towering over you. A shiver runs down your spine.

You are still unsure. 

“You don’t have to, of course,” Lucifer says, “but it will probably be a while before you wake. Might as well kill the time.”

They do have a point, you think. 

“I guess we can take a stroll,” you say and they grin at you. It’s a dangerous sort of smile. You find it incredibly charming. 

They offer you their arm to lean on. After a second of consideration, you take it. 

Their arm is warm, and as you link yours underneath it you immediately feel safe.

You blink, and suddenly you are in the most beautiful garden you have ever seen. Your mouth gapes open in awe. 

“Are we still in Hell?” you ask. 

“We are indeed. This is where I take my friends.”

You stay silent for a moment, taking in the beauty around you as you walk. Violets are blooming at every step. 

“How did you know violets are my favourite flower?” 

“Oh, are they? A mere coincidence,” says Lucifer and grins widely at you, flashing their white teeth.

You walk together for a while. Their strong arm is supporting you and you can’t help but be enamoured with them. Every once in a while, you feel their wing brush against your back. It sends delicious shivers down your spine. Their white curls are bouncing ever so slightly as they walk and you find yourself staring. They don’t seem to mind. The weirdest thing is, you can’t remember the last time you felt this peaceful. You find yourself thinking you could get used to this.

“Why do you want me as your friend, though?” you ask after a while, “What do you hope to gain from that?”

“Why, I hope gain a friend. And as for why I want you in particular as my friend…” they stop walking and look at you. “I do find your soul utterly captivating.”

“I must admit, I am surprised you haven’t asked what you will gain from our friendship. Don’t you wish to know?” they cock their head ever so slightly. Their piercing eyes are looking at your soul again. You feel naked. You cannot look away.

“Tell me, please,” you say.

“Think of every desire you’ve ever had. Every sinful thought that ever crossed your mind. Everything you never thought you could have. Do it.”

You do it. 

“Did you imagine it?” They take your chin in their hand. You feel your skin tingle under their fingers. They lean in, closer, closer, closer, until their nose is almost touching yours. You feel their hot breath on your lips. 

“It’s yours to have now.”

You feel dizzy. Your chest is heaving. You feel a craving, a desire you can’t name, and you can imagine the sweet gratification of its fulfilment. 

“Everything?” you ask, your voice hoarse. 

“Everything,” they say, and the hot breath that washes over your lips makes you wild. They are still holding your chin. It’s not painful but you can’t move. 

“May I… make a request then?” You are so overcome by desire that you struggle to think.

They chuckle, a puff of heat on your lips. “Greedy girl. You already made your request that night in the woods. But I will humour you. Make one more.”

You barely comprehend what they’re saying. All you feel is desire. Your eyes drift to their wings. 

“May I… touch your wings?”

You want to touch their beautiful wings so badly, but you are waiting for permission. There is a second of silence. To you, it seems like an eternity. 

Finally, they speak. 

“I said, whatever you desire. I fulfil my promises.”

They turn around slowly. You find yourself face to face with their wings. They are jet black, but you can see little veins running through them if you look closely. They seem impossibly smooth. 

You reach as far up as you can and run the back of your fingers all the way to the place where the wings grow out of their back. Lucifer shivers. 

Encouraged by that reaction you repeat the same motion again and again, then mirror it on the other wing with your other hand. Then you run your hands all along the base of their wings. 

Lucifer moans. 

The sound sends a jolt straight to your core. The wave of arousal helps you gather the courage to plant a hot kiss on their right wing. They moan again. You continue to kiss your way to the base of their wings, then all the way down along their spine until you reach the very end of it. The moans they are letting out are unholy. You fall down to your knees, your hands on their hips now. You want to continue your way down, but you are not sure if you’re allowed to. It takes an absurd amount of effort to stop. 

“Can I?” you ask, hoping, praying they will say yes. 

They turn around and look down at you. Their piercing gaze makes you dizzy, makes you want to pray to the Devil. 

They snap their fingers and suddenly you are in that grand hall from before. There is a throne there now and they are sitting on it. You are still on your knees in front of them. 

“Take what you desire,” they say.

“You may touch me here,” they touch their knee, “or here,” they move their hand upwards on their  thigh, “or there,” they slip their hand underneath their red robe. When they pull their hand out their fingers are glistening. You feel your mouth water. 

“Or even there,” they continue, their tone almost nonchalant, as they slowly, deliberately pull the robe off of their shoulders, exposing two small, perfect breasts. “Wherever you wish, my pet.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You start by kissing their leather boot. They seem to like that.

“Yes,” they say, their voice breathy, “worship me.”

And worship them you do. 

You slowly reach underneath their long red robe, running your hands over their boots and then reaching their smooth knees. You spread the robe open and kiss your way up their calves to their knees. You are moving on from their knees to their thighs, leaving a trail of hot kisses on their impossibly soft skin, when they move one of their legs up and put it over the armrest of the throne, spreading themselves in front of you. They aren’t wearing anything underneath the robe and you are met with the sight of their glistening arousal. You barely stop yourself from burying your face in those silky folds immediately — you want to kiss your way up to them, you want to savour it. 

You continue kissing their milky thighs, revelling in the way they feel under your lips. Lucifer’s breathing is getting more ragged by the second. You bite into their thigh. It feels like sin.

“Naughty thing,” they let out a breathy chuckle. “Bite me again.”

You bite their thigh again and they moan. You can’t restrain yourself anymore and you bury your face into their pussy. They grab a fistful of your hair. You suck, you lick, and there is no method to it, only lust. You are overwhelmed by how good their arousal tastes and you just want more, more, more. 

Their wings flutter around you. One of them touches your back, and you remember how much you caressing them made them moan. 

Lucifer is grinding on your face now and it’s so hot you almost don’t manage to pull away. You look up at them and say, “I want to touch your wings.”

“Go ahead, then,” they say. They are ever so slightly out of breath and their gaze is hooded and heavy. 

You climb up into their lap. With one hand you reach between their legs, running your fingers along their wetness, and with the other you start caressing one of their wings. The moan Lucifer lets out as soon as your hand touches their wing is sin itself. You start kissing their neck as you caress the wing with one hand and circle their clit with the other. You keep the motions on their clit steady, but you experiment with touching their wings, squeezing their breasts, alternating between the two, touching different spots, seeing which one makes them moan louder. What sends them over the edge is when you give their wing a hot, open mouthed kiss. They let out a high pitched moan and you feel them tense up underneath you. You continue to touch them until they push your hands away. 

Their orgasm is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever witnessed. But still, you desire more, more, more. You feel frenzied and hot all over. 

“Please,” you say, “may I request one more thing?”

“You’ve requested enough things,” they say and push you away from their lap. You fall on the floor. 

“Please, I will do anything.” 

Mistake. But you don’t care. Lust is making you lose your mind.

“Anything? Well, aren’t you a greedy little slut.”

The word sounds sinful when they say it, their gentle voice and angelic face clashing with the crudeness of it on their lips.  

They get up from the throne, silken robe closing around their legs, no longer exposing them. Their breasts are still bared. They tower above you. 

“First you get drunk, like a naughty little girl you are, then you go into the woods and call for Lucifer Morningstar, the Ruler of Hell, like they’re a servant who is here to grant your pathetic little desires.”

You are still on the floor, looking up at them. You feel like you’re about to cry, but you are also still burning with desire, the ache between your legs not waning for a second. It’s almost uncomfortable.

“And now, you ask me to touch you. Greedy, greedy girl,” they sneer. 

“However, to show you I am still interested in being your friend, I will grant your request. Get up.”

You get up as quickly as you can. You feel hot, way too hot. You feel a throb between your legs, uncomfortable, unrelenting. You wonder if that’s what happens when you fuck the Devil. 

They grab your jaw. “You like it when I do that, don’t you?”

You want to nod, but you can’t, their grip is too strong. “Yes,” you say instead.

“Let me tell you a little secret, as your friend.” They lean in. Smell of violets overwhelms you. “I like it too,” they whisper. Their hot breath on your ear almost makes you fall apart.

They let out a melodious chuckle and kiss your neck. You shiver, but you feel like you’re on fire.

“Oh, poor thing,” they coo at you. “I haven’t even started yet, and you are already falling apart. Tell me, pet, what made you think you’d be able to endure being fucked by me, hm?”

“I… didn’t think that. I didn’t think anything, I was drunk—” you say, feeling embarrassed.

“Oh, but you did, sweet lamb. You said it yourself. Tell the Devil I mean it, tell her I’d fuck her if she would have me, I am so fucking horny.” Their voice is sickeningly sweet. “Well, what if she would have you, hm? What would you do then?”

“I—I don’t know.” You can only think about the ache between your legs. 

“Hm. Well, then I shall have to fuck you and see.”

They bite into your neck. You cry out. They grab a fistful of your hair and pull you towards themselves, clashing your lips together. They forcefully slip their tongue into your mouth, claiming you, making you theirs. You can barely breathe. 

They snap their fingers and suddenly you’re naked. If this was any other scenario, you’d feel self conscious, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You are consumed by lust and you feel like you’re going crazy. 

They break the kiss. “You wanted me to touch you. Like this?” 

You gasp when they slap you. You hate yourself for liking it. 

“You like that, I know,” they say softly, “but it’s not enough. You still need more. Tell me, what would you do for more?”

“Anything.”

You’re burning. 

“Anything? Oh, I do hope you mean that.” 

They lean in and kiss the cheek they just slapped, the softest, warmest kiss that makes you tingle. It feels like heaven. They run their hands over your breasts, squeezing them with gusto, then pinch and twist your nipples forcefully, making you yelp. 

“Will you be my friend, then?” they ask sweetly, pulling you closer and squeezing your ass, making you moan.

You are too dizzy and too hot to form sentences. They spank you forcefully. You moan again, louder this time.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, yes, anything,” you say. 

They smile. It’s lecherous and it sends a shiver straight to your core.

“Finally, pet. But you have kept me waiting for far too long. I feel like some sort of punishment must be in order.” 

They snap their fingers again and you find yourself bent over their knee as they sit on their throne.

“Thirthy-three strikes. Count.”

They don’t give you even a second to process the command before they start spanking you. You lose count immediately, only aware of the delicious jolts to your core each time they spank you. 

“I said, count.” They spank you so forcefully you see stars. A single tear rolls down your cheek. “Now look what you’ve done, I have to start all over again.” 

They start spanking you again, and this time you count. It gets harder towards the end, and you can't stop yourself from crying. Your pussy is throbbing with need— you’ve never experienced anything quite that intense — and each slap on your red ass makes you flinch. Pain and pleasure mix in a delicious way and it’s overwhelming, but you still need more. 

“Thirty-three,” you finally cry out as they spank you for the last time. 

Not giving you a second to recover, they pull you up into their lap with ease. You wince in pain as your ass touches their thigh. 

“Aw, poor baby,” they say mockingly. “Let me dry those tears.”

They catch one of your tears with their finger and put it in their mouth. They moan in pleasure at the taste. 

“Delicious. Try it.” They catch another tear, ever so gently, then slip two fingers into your mouth.

“Suck.” 

You obey.

“See, you can be a good girl when you want to,” they say gently. “Yes, such a good girl.”

You melt at their praise. It makes you warm all over. They pull their finger out of your mouth with a wet pop. 

They kiss you again, this time softly, delicately. They run their nails over your back, the most gentle of touches, but it makes you shiver and burn and shake. They put one hand on your neck, tangle it into your hair, bringing you closer, closer, closer, while the other hand finds itself on your waist. They slip their tongue in your mouth, and you lose yourself in their touch. You don’t know where you end and where Lucifer begins anymore, and that ache between your legs feels like actual hellfire. Maybe it is actual hellfire. Maybe that’s what happens when the Devil fucks you. You don’t know.

Their hands are everywhere, and you aren’t sure how many hands there are anymore, and you don’t know where you are, you don’t know who you are — the only thing you are aware of is Lucifer and fire, fire, fire between your legs. 

“Yes, my sweet lamb, moan for me,” they purr, and you are surprised to realise you are moaning rather loudly and unabashedly. You are barely aware of your actions, no longer in control of your body.

After an eternity of delicious agony, their fingers graze your clit. You feel like you’re about to fall apart.

They circle your clit, agonisingly slowly, and you wail. You tangle your fingers into their soft hair, trying to hold onto something to keep yourself from falling apart. 

“Oh, darling, I am barely touching you,” they say sweetly. “I do have to ask you before you lose yourself completely, do you want to stay here with me?”

You can barely comprehend what they’re saying. “Stay?” you manage to utter through your moans. You try to rut against their hand, but they grab you by the hips, holding you still. 

“Yes, lamb, stay still for a second longer, yes, that’s it,” they coo at you. “Good girl. Yes, will you stay here with me forever? For all eternity?”

“Eternity…?” 

There is a distant alarm going off somewhere in your head, but you can’t pull yourself together long enough to think rationally. They run their fingers over your wet slit and suddenly there are no more thoughts left in your mind. 

“Yes, my sweet. An eternity of pleasure, an eternity of this,” they hiss as they slip a finger inside of you. You grip their hair tighter, afraid you will fall apart. You have never experienced pleasure as intense as this. 

“Yes,” you say, “yes, yes, yes, please, yes. I want you so much, oh please, fuck—”

They start pumping their finger in and out, slowly, hitting just the perfect spot, but it’s not enough, you need more. 

“More, please, more, aah—” you scream as they slip another finger and start fucking you forcefully. It’s the most intense pleasure you’ve ever experienced. 

“Do we have a deal, then?” they ask, completely calm and collected as they fuck you into oblivion. 

If you were in your right mind, you would have been wary of making any sort of deal with the Devil. If you were in your right mind, you would have realised your fate was sealed that night in the woods and that they had you all along. But considering the Devil is currently kuckle deep in you, you have no chance. They know that. They simply enjoy toying with their prey. 

The only thing you manage to do is to scream an ear-piercing “yes” as you come. 

When you come down from your high, the fire you felt before is no longer between your legs, and it is no longer pleasant. It is in your soul. The air no longer smells of violets — it smells like rotten flesh. 

Lucifer gives you their sweetest smile. They look like a true cherub, the prettiest of angels. 

“Welcome to Hell, sweet lamb.”

#lucifer morningstar #the sandman #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #gwendoline christie #is a tag i guess i should use #but i feel too filthy to use her name as a tag for this garbage ahahahah #i guess i did it anyways #amazing how i can produce an almost 5000 words fic when i'm procrastinating work lol #this is smutty smutty smut fest #pls pay attention to the trigger warnings

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A Helpful List of Links:

Wednesday:

Larissa Weems/Alcina Dimitrescu

Rosemary’s Mother 1 2 3 4 5 6

Larissa Weems/Wednesday Addams

Larissa’s Reluctant Romance 1 2 3 4 5 6

Larissa Weems/Ceto (OFC)

Fluffer Fluff 1 2

Larissa Weems/Reader (Requested)

Another Dismal Dance 1

Sandman:

Lucifer Morningstar/Alcina Dimitrescu

The Lightbringer Helps a Lady Drown 1

Game of Thrones:

Brienne of Tarth/Lyla Mooten (OFC)

A Spouse for a Ser? 1 2 3 4 5

Star Wars:

Captain Phasma/Torbi

Torbi’s Journey 1

Flux Gourmet:

Jan Stevens/Deslys (OFC)

The Silent Type: 1 2

The Darkest Minds

Lady Jane/Artemis Carvall (OFC)

Arte’s Intruder 1 2

Personal History of David Copperfield

Jane Murdstone/Almitra Hobbes (OFC)

Miss Murdstone’s Crooked Path 1

Non-Gwen Content

*until someone in charge rectifies this by casting her*

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu (RE8)/ Hetaera Hofer (OFC)

Abject Devotion 1 2 3 4

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