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devildom-moss · 1 year

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Calling them “baby girl” in front of others (demon brothers)

(the demon brothers x gn!MC)

(slight NSFW)

Lucifer

Diavolo had invited you, Lucifer, and Simeon to the castle for a drink, opting for a reasonably quiet night in. Unfortunately, Lucifer had been in an unpleasant mood all day after a raucous morning of his brothers’ bickering was made worse when Solomon brought him homemade (Solomon concocted) muffins. Simeon’s Celestial Realm anecdotes were starting to irk him, especially ones that involved him also known as the ones Diavolo kept asking for. Lucifer sat there, staring daggers into an indifferent target, sighing, and pinching the bridge of his nose. You had to do something, so you walked over to him and pet his head comfortingly. He pulled back before leaning into your hand again to let you continue. Barbatos, Diavolo, and Simeon stared at you both – cutting Simeon’s story short.

“Why are you petting me?”

“Because,” you smiled as you caressed down his cheeks, “even though you’re being grumpy right now, you’re still my baby girl, and you deserve to relax.”

Lucifer froze up. Diavolo chuckled and remarked how nice it must be to feel so cared for by you, Simeon politely covered a smile, and Barbatos found himself surprising turned on by your boldness and possibly by the humiliation of Lucifer.

“MC, may I speak to you outside?” Lucifer requested as he stood up stiffly.

The second you were outside, he pulled you into the nearest empty room or hallway and pushed you against a wall. You expected some spark of anger in his eyes, but he was a blushing mess, and his air of pomp had collapsed in on itself. His gaze fell from yours as his hands dropped to the sides of your arms. He squeezed them gently – a gesture asking for permission and a quiet declaration of his desire. If only he could be this cute more often.

Lucifer sent Diavolo a text that something came up and you both had to return home immediately. Diavolo replied: Go easy on, MC. You had such a precious reaction, and I’m sure that’s why they did it. You won’t punish them too harshly, right Lucifer?

Diavolo’s text went unanswered. By the time it was sent, you were home, and Lucifer was face down, ass up in bed.

“You can be rough with me,” he told you. In the darkness of Lucifer’s room, his phone lit up with another text from Diavolo: Right, Lucifer?!

Diavolo realized he may have miscalculated when he secretly spotted you petting Lucifer’s head in the council room the following morning before heading to your next class. Someone at the receiving end of Lucifer’s punishments wouldn’t use that gentleness with him the next day.

Mammon

You were hanging out in the House of Lamentation’s library with Levi, Satan, and Asmo. Technically, you were studying – but studying often requires better retention of knowledge for all participants. Mammon interrupted Asmo’s interruption to your study group in his typical Mammon fashion.

“What’cha doin’ with these guys? If ya wanted to study, you shoulda called The Great Mammon. Plus, hanging out with me would be way more fun.” Mammon grabbed your hand, ignoring the complaints and annoyance from his brothers.

You chuckled. He was so obvious, and it activated your urge to tease him. “Aww, what’s the matter, baby girl? You lonely?”

“Who ya calling a girl? Why would I be lonely without you? Stupid!” Mammon’s eyes were wide, and his face burned with shame. “Never mind.”

He turned around and left the room in a hurry. The remaining three demons erupted in laughter, praising you for finding a way to finally get rid of Mammon for a while. Mammon would have to disappear for a few hours before they would be concerned. You, on the other hand, felt kind of bad for making him run off like that. You didn’t anticipate that he would get that embarrassed. You decided to go after him and apologize, but he was quick to make a getaway (years of practice, probably). By the time you got to his bedroom, you heard a faint moan and your name.

To spare Mammom further embarrassment, you decided to send him a text and tell him that you needed to see him in his room, alone. The sounds coming from the other side of his door stopped. You waited a few more seconds before knocking. Mammon rushed to the door in his boxers, pulling you in. Behind the closed door, you let your eyes wander down his body. Your initial desire to apologize for embarrassing him was left in the hallway. Now, you wanted to tease him more.

“I didn’t realize that affected you so much, baby girl,” you ran your hand down his chest.

“Shaddup. It didn’t,” Mammon looked off to the side, “so just c’mere and help me fix it.”

Leviathan

Levi was crushing you and Diavolo in an online battle. You could hear Levi’s boasting next to you while Diavolo laughed over the headset. You and Diavolo only had a few hits left before you lost. Even if you teamed up, the only way you stood a chance was to play dirty. You placed your hand on Levi’s thigh. He jumped under the sudden touch and let out a yelp. With his attention on you, you told him, “you’re doing such a good job, baby girl.”

It was as if you had threatened him. Leviathan transformed into his demon form. He set his controller down and slithered into his bathtub for comfort, covering his face with his hands and his tail. You noticed that his tail was slowly undulating between his legs, and he let out a pathetic whimper, which you heard echo over the headset.

“Winner!” the game declared. Diavolo had managed to beat you both while you were preoccupied. You congratulated him before quickly informing him that you thought you broke Levi and logging off for the both of you. Diavolo didn’t have a chance to respond.

After setting Levi’s headset to the side, you tried to pry his hands from his face, but he wouldn’t budge. It wasn’t anything that a bit more teasing couldn’t resolve, though. You whispered in his ear, “I was hoping I could get my pretty baby girl to model a skirt for me tonight – if he’s up to it.”

“You want to see me in a skirt!?” He perked up, face tinted bright pink. He had bought a new skirt for a fantasy cosplay recently, but it was too sexual to wear in front of anyone, and he was self-deprecatingly certain you wouldn’t want to see him in it. He was almost sure it would never get any use.

“I want to do a lot more than see you,” you smirked.

“MC, don’t say it like that! You’ll get my hopes up.”

“Good.”

Satan

“Labs are the worst,” Levi complained, “otakus aren’t fit for doing group projects with a bunch of normies.”

“Be grateful that you were paired with Solomon, MC, and me,” Satan reminded him, “you could have gotten stuck with Mammon like Belphegor, Luke, and Beelzebub.”

“Poor Luke,” Solomon chuckled.

“It’s not like we need your help, so you can get out of the way if you’re just going to complain the whole time,” Satan guided Levi a few steps outside of his workspace.

“Sure, shove the gross otaku out of the way.”

“Exactly.” Satan took note of the temperature of the potion, “MC, can you hand me the next two herbs. We’re almost ready for them.”

“You got it, baby girl,” you moved the mortar and pestle from your table to his workstation. Solomon paused his work to stare at you in disbelief. Levi took a cautionary step back.

“Thank you, MC.” Satan spooned the pulverized mix into the potion and stirred it clockwise, causing a hypnotizing swirl of purple and green. “Wonderful. See, that’s how you be useful in a group, Levi.”

“ROFL. MC’s charm attack has no effect. Satan’s counterattack does 1000 damage to Leviathan.” Levi sulked next to Solomon and tried to help him for the rest of the class.

It appeared that Levi was right. Satan hadn’t reacted at all to your teasing. Maybe he was too focused? Then again, even Solomon was surprised. However, as the day progressed, you noticed that Satan was being oddly clingy. He ate lunch with you, insisted upon walking you home, and even asked to hold your hand. Satan continued to stay attached to you – studying with you, cooking dinner with you, and even asking to take a shower together. That night, he secretly stayed in your room so he could sleep with you. If you ask him what had gotten into him, he’ll simply tell you that he felt like being close to you.

Asmodeus

“Asmo,” Simeon walked into Solomon’s room to find the demon draped over your and Solomon’s laps while scrolling on his phone. Simeon reluctantly ignored the intimate scene and continued, “do you think you could take Raphael shopping for quality fabric this weekend? He’s been sewing a lot recently.”

Asmo failed to answer him and continued tapping away at his phone.

“He’s in deep,” Solomon sighed. “You may have to try something tailored to pique his interests. Watch this.”

Solomon set his hand the back of Asmo’s thigh and called out “princess.” Still nothing. You and Simeon chuckled at his failure, especially given his confidence.

“Let me try,” you added. You pet Asmo’s hair gently and called out to him sweetly, “Asmo, baby girl?”

“Yes daddy?” Asmo nuzzled into your hand. No one was in shock, but Simeon regretted walking in there. Solomon was annoyed – although not quite from jealousy.

“Simeon had a question for you, pay attention, please.”

Although Simeon wished he could forget what happened, he went along with it and repeated his question. Asmo smiled at Simeon, “of course, hun! I’d be happy to help that violent old man find fabric.”

“Thank you,” Simeon chuckled, “I’ll relay a version of that to him when he gets home.”

As soon as Simeon left the room, Asmo changed positions so he could straddle your lap. Solomon was grateful to be free of Asmo’s weight on him, but he wasn’t sure how to feel as Asmo wrapped his arms around your neck. “MC, how naughty of you, calling me something like that in front of Simeon. I should punish you with kisses.”

“Solomon called you ‘princess,’” you reminded him.

“Solomon can have kisses too.”

Beelzebub

Beel had begged asked you to bring him snacks at practice. Of course, you agreed because it was for Beel. Avoiding the potential destruction of RAD property that could occur if he got too hungry was a decent incentive, too. You found him among his teammates on the field. He waved you over. For a moment, he was so happy to see you that he forgot you were there to bring him food. He picked you up in his arms and spun you around in a half-circle. A few of his teammates stopped stretching to watch how affectionate he was with you.

“I brought you some food. I also found these bright orange pastries. The color reminded me of your hair, so I grabbed a few of those, too.”

“Thank you, MC,” he grinned and took the bag from your hand. His hunger had started to subside in your presence. “You’re the best. I love you.”

“Beel,” you started. He was so cute that it caught you off guard. “You’re very welcome, baby girl.”

One of Beel’s teammates wanted to laugh when he heard that, but the blush on Beel’s cheeks and the giddy grin shut him up. The other teammates who heard you kept their mouths shut, too, when then they saw how happy you had made Beel. If it had been someone they respected less, they might have teased that person, but no one would dare ridicule him. Besides, if that was something that brought joy to their teammate, they didn’t see any need to be rude.

Beel returned to reality and felt eyes on him. “Do you want to stay for practice?”

“I’m sorry, Beel, I have a lot of work to do, today. Next time, okay?”

“Wait,” he grabbed your hand, shyly playing with your fingers, “can I have a hug before you go? I’m kind of sweaty, though.”

“You can have a hug.” You couldn’t refuse him. He bent forward and engulfed you in his arms. You could feel his breath against your ears.

“Would you call me that again? In private next time.” His voice was velvet-soft and suggestive. You made him feel so small and cared for sometimes, and that drove him wild. You nodded, and he responded with a sultry “good.”

Belphegor

“MC, can you bring me a blanket?” Belphegor asked you from the couch.

“Don’t go askin’ MC to baby you. Get it yourself,” Mammon nagged.

“Yeah, but Belphie is such a cutie,” Asmo added.

“I can get you a blanket,” Beel offered.

“It’s fine. I’ll get you a blanket, Belphie,” you smiled and brought the plush blanket to him. You laid it over him.

“You shouldn’t spoil him too much, MC.” Lucifer walked by the couch to look at his baby brother curled up adorably. You ignored Lucifer and smoothed the blanket down.

“You can do with a bit of spoiling, can’t you, baby girl?” You directed your question to Belphie.

“Damn right,” he mumbled, “now you have to sit right next to me on the couch.”

His brothers failed to find words of protest. Much to all their displeasure – especially Lucifer’s – you took a seat next to Belphegor on the couch. Hidden under the cover of the blanket, he crawled onto your lap and laid his head down on your thigh. The blanket draped over you both. Belphie pretended to nap, patiently waiting for the sound – or rather the silence – indicating that all his brothers had cleared out of the common room. You felt him shift and start to caress you under the blanket. He even made attempts to remove or unzip your pants between leaving nips and kisses over your clothes.

“Belphie, not here. You should stop.”

“Make me,” he chuckled, “if you want me to stop, take me upstairs and punish me.”

Brat. Perhaps you did spoil him too much.

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fully-automatic-ass · 2 months

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Rating the OM! brothers' spice tolerance

another hc :3

7) Lucifer

come on. come on.

we all know this old bitch would start coughing at the very mention of salt. this bastard creaks like rusty fucking box springs every time he moves and you're telling me he can handle spice above a 0 on the Scoville scale? Impossible.

6) Belphegor

need I explain? (based off vibes)

5) Asmodeus

i don't really have any explanation for this. also based on vibes and vibes alone

4) Leviathan

idk, i feel the really hot cheetos (or the demon equivalent ig?) give him an edge

3) Satan

...yeah it's still just vibes

2) Beelzebub

He eats a lot, so I would imagine that he has a pretty high spice tolerance.

Wonder what his favorite spicy food would be?

1) Mammon

He really is first in everything, huh?

And, yes, I know Beel probably fits better here, but like Mammon's favorite food is (i think) the spiciest cup noodles in the devildom, so either he's a masochist or he has a high spice tolerance.

or both. whatever

#so lucifer's loud agressive and has a nonexistent spice tolerance?#definitely a southern dad #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me leviathan #om! shall we date #om! shall we date?#om! swd #om! leviathan #om! mammon #om! lucifer #om! asmodeus #om! satan #om! belphegor #om! belphie #om! beelzebub #om! brothers #beelzebub my child

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ironunderstands · 2 months

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Don’t attack me but I really like radioapple, I think it’s so funny, but I could never see it genuinely becoming a relationship. However I must say that stupid rivalry, to stupid rivalry with begrudging respect is a top 10 character dynamic, and Alastor/Lucifer execute it perfectly.

#radioapple #alastor #lucifer morningstar #hasbin hotel #also I am on the aroace spectrum myself lol don’t come after me for that part #The appeal of a toxic queerplatonic but not really- relationship is ever present #don’t ask questions #Sometimes u just want a rivalry with a bit to much tension than what should be reasonable #Just adds a little spice in life #Firm believer that tension is what makes fictional relationships interesting anyways (either internally or externally)#And radioapple is pure tension I love it #I’m rambling whoops

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jazeswhbhaven · 4 months

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ok but what about the kings (or mainly Mammon and Beel) reaction to an MC who has Auralism 🫠👉🏽👈🏽

asking for a friend ofc 😮‍💨

This is a kink for music/sounds (like spicy audio stuff) right? Because if so I believeeeeeee Belial has this kink too? How about, I do short ones for the other kings, big focus on Mammon/Beel

Satan: He's not too big on noise, it bothers him a lot (sensitive bby) but here's the thing, he's oddly a really nice singer...so he softly sings something in MC's ears while screwing them from behind, nice...slow...just like his voice in their ear... Leviathan: When MC tells him about this kink, he's very put off by it. He very much prefers his peace and quiet and only wants to hear the sounds of MC's moans in his ears, but when MC specifically compares his moans to music to their ears but it just needs a little extra, he's down to try it. But only if his moans are louder than the other sound, he's 'competing' with Lucifer: This doesn't surprise him in the slightest. In fact, he was wondering when MC was even going to bring it up. He had a feeling that one time he caught them touching themselves while music was blasting super loud from their room.

Mammon

This excites him in many ways because he is the director and owner of his own K-pop band. He goes through different vocals and rhythms and beats that get a reaction out of MC and compiles them together in one album, and he has it custom-made specifically for MC. There's an album for self-play, and there's one for when they're together, each song is tailored to the moment and even has the perfect pacing so MC can either build themselves up to an orgasm or if they want something fast and straight to the punch, there's a song for that too. And an added bonus, when Mammon simply speaks the lyrics in their ears, in the deepest, lowest voice he can possibly create...this orgasm hits 10x as harder without him having to even be inside of MC.

Beelzebub

This king is a mover and a shaker, in the town of Avisos there's nothing wrong with enjoying a good beat. When MC brings this kink to his attention, oh he knows just the club to bring them to test this out. The music is a blend of EDM with Jazz elements, and what MC notices is that its effect on them works too well. It turns out that this specific music Beel has picked for the playlist had audial aphrodisiacs for those with the kink, a certain tune or beat that taps into that desire and enhances it. Paired with Beel grinding his hips against MC, this drives them wild and they can't wait to take him home. They never make it all the way, his hand already down their pants by the time they get to the back of the club in a secluded hallway.

#whb #what in hell is bad #jwhbasks❓#whb beelzebub #whb satan #whb mammon #whb leviathan #whb lucifer #aurialism #music/sound kinks #minors dni #mild spice #yeah that VIP treatment from mams and beel

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666writingcafe · 3 months

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The Home Theater

Satan

"I don't remember the House of Lamentation having one of these," MC notes as they take in their surroundings. "Whose idea was it to put one here?"

"It was mine," I answer. "Barbatos helped me set everything up. All the equipment, the acoustics...it's all top-notch."

"By human world standards, or Devildom ones?" I've forgotten how observant they are. MC seems to enjoy taking in all sorts of information, even if it seems insignificant to other people. That's one of the things I like about them.

"According to the employee at DevTech--I mean, Best Buy--we have the top-of-the-line equipment, and the quality is comparable to some of ours." I hate that I keep swapping human world names with Devildom ones. I personally feel like I'm better than that.

"Have you guys used it yet?"

"Funny that you mention that, because we just started a zombie movie marathon last weekend."

"Was that your idea as well?" I nod my head.

"The idea of zombies has interested me for a while now. While there are diseases and curses that can induce a zombie-like state in demons, it's usually a temporary problem that can be solved with medicine. That doesn't seem to be the case with humans."

"Are you solely basing that on our movies?"

"Of course not. I've also read books."

"Fiction or non-fiction?" Oh, I'm about to blow their mind.

"Both, actually."

While the human world seems to focus on the fantastical elements of zombies, the Devildom has meticulously recorded all zombie outbreaks that have occurred throughout the centuries. You see, sometimes a human zombie accidentally stumbles in the Devildom, and we have to deal with that situation properly in order to prevent chaos.

While we've certainly dealt with the stereotypical zombies--the ones that are slow-moving, crave brains, and are more or less dead--those aren't the only ones that we've come across. Some are capable of sprinting, others aren't too keen on brains, and there's even those that appear perfectly fine on the outside but have some kind of parasite in their brain that's making them carry out orders with no thought whatsoever.

Although, sometimes the parasite doesn't have a physical form and is instead created as a result of rather intense brainwashing.

"I see," MC states once I've completed my mini lecture. "Somehow, that's never come up in any of my classes."

"That's because you've only taken general knowledge ones. RAD offers majors, and with those comes specific classes for particular areas of study. Although, in order to declare a major, you have to prove that you have a solid understanding of the fundamentals first, since you might get pulled to teach a class or two."

"Has that ever happened to you guys?"

"Lucifer and I are the only ones out of our bunch that have declared a major. Belphie's been offered, but he doesn't want to deal with the responsibility of teaching, so he just takes whatever interests him. The others simply haven't proven themselves yet. Levi struggles with attendance, and Beel has difficulty concentrating. As for Mammon and Asmo, I think they're content with where they're at right now, so they're not going to push themselves too hard."

"What do you and Lucifer major in?"

"He does potions and curses. I focus on history and literature. Somehow, despite my sin, I tend to be a more patient teacher than him. At least, that's what I've heard from other students."

"That's really interesting." MC appears deep in thought. "Do you think I could major in something?"

Honestly, I don't know how to answer that question, mainly because we've never had beings outside the Devildom attend RAD before Diavolo implemented the exchange program. It wouldn't surprise me if he did allow MC and the others to declare a major eventually, but I don't know how long that would take. Would MC be alive by then? Or be in a good physical and mental state to take in additional knowledge, let alone teach an entire classroom? Personally, I think they have the best chance out of the initial exchange students of eventually declaring a major, but that isn't for me to determine.

"That would be something to ask Diavolo. I don't think I'm qualified to answer that question." MC nods their head.

"So, changing the subject...wanna watch a movie together?"

"Like, right now?"

"Yeah!" I sigh.

"As much as I would like to, I doubt the others would be happy if I kept you all to myself before they've even had the chance to say hi to you. I will have to take your offer some other time."

"Sounds good. I'll try to find a good movie for us to watch together in the meantime."

"You bring the movie, and I'll whip up something nice for us to eat." MC snorts in amusement. "Do you not think I'm capable of cooking, MC?"

"It's not that at all. Just reacting to an idea I had, that's all."

"What kind of thought?" Interesting. My question has made them tense up all of a sudden. Usually they only get that way if someone catches them doing something that they think they're not supposed to do. Like fiddling with strange objects.

Or having dirty thoughts.

I keep coming across the phrase "Netflix and chill" in the media I've been consuming, and it appears to be referring to hooking up with someone as a movie's playing in the background. Is MC wanting to do that with me?

Are they afraid I'd find the idea silly? Because I don't. I mean, if it was something that I was invested in, then I'd want to pay attention to whatever was playing, but I'm more than capable of choosing something that I can tune out as I focus on something else.

Especially if that something else happens to be MC.

I lean in closer to them to whisper,

"You know, I went ahead and assembled a collection of movies I thought you'd like." I plant a kiss right below MC's ear, making them shiver slightly. "I really enjoyed picking them out, actually." I begin moving down their neck. "It was fun thinking about what might appeal to you. There are so many genres that are worth exploring."

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me satan #welcome to me randomly creating lore that wasn't there before #was not what i intended to do at all #in fact #i thought of it on the spot as i was writing this #like some other things that i've posted #in my head it makes some degree of sense #i mean #how do you keep individuals like lucifer and satan interested in going to school #both of them are extremely intelligent after all #basic classes just wouldn't satisfy them #also #i know the whole 'satan assembles a movie collection for mc' is canonically innocent #however #i felt like adding a bit of spice to it

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today-in-the-devildom · 2 months

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Good thing Mephisto is sick today :)

Otherwise we would have two demons throwing a fit :)

Anyway, sudden art competition! The only requirement is that Lord Diavolo is part of the artwork, but apart from that students are allowed to create whatever they want!

The catch? The winner will be decided by popularity vote, meaning there's bound to be chaos. And considering what the students in the lead have produced, it's no wonder that Lucifer is about to bestow another sibling upon his brothers. At least Lord Diavolo's delight at the situation is enough to calm him for the time being...

Anyway here is our current top three!

Third place: Belphegor (478 votes so far) Second place: Leviathan (529 votes so far) First place: Beelzebub (548 votes so far)

-February 15th 2024-

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#hey :)#you wanna guess how levi drew him :)#and you wanna guess what belphie did for his masterpiece :)#beel is the only one that just drew plain old diavolo but the other two decided to add some ✨spice✨ to it #obey me #obey me nightbringer #today in the devildom #lucifer #leviathan #beelzebub #belphegor #diavolo #mephistopheles

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teeth-farie · 1 year

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Sacrilege has never been so sexy!

Buy a print here!

#art #lucifer #some spice #his tush is out #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #link

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vera-deville · 7 months

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Vera's Hauntober 2023

Day 3 - Tea (Lucifer)

09/16/2023 - 09/18/2023

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 434

Warnings: Reader drinks scalding hot tea on accident, but that's it!

Gender: Gender Neutral

Taglist: @animusicnerd, @leonistic, @pyroxeene, @savanaclaw1996, @thequeenoffishburrito, @ellssbellss, @reshi-galaxy, @hanafubukki, @hitoshislover

A defeated sigh escaped Lucifer's lips as Y/N slid into the seat across from him, a huge grin on their face.

"Y/N," Lucifer greeted dryly, lips pursed as he watched the mortal in front of him. There's a moment of silence where Y/N analyzes his features before lacing their fingers together.

"Oh wipe that pout off your face," Y/N said, studying the demon from behind their shades. "You know you'll end up thanking me anyways."

"I won't," Lucifer replied, frown beginning to etch onto his face. "But you're welcome to try anything you'd like."

And with that, Y/N flagged down a waiter, and ordered drinks for the both of them. Two very specific drinks. Two very specific drinks that also happened to be the reason why Lucifer was sat in a cafe in the Human Realm against his will in the beginning of Autumn.

Pumpkin Spiced Lattes.

Just thinking about the flavoring made Lucifer grimace. Based on the countless ramblings, courtesy of Y/N, he assumed the drinks to be far too sweet for his tastes. What's more, it's pumpkin flavoring. How could that possibly taste good?

Some time passed by and Lucifer realized that there was another reason why he disliked Pumpkin Spiced Lattes. They take far too long to make. It was beginning to grate on his nerves, but unfortunately, there was nothing he could do. Sometimes, he truly regretted making a pact with a mortal human that couldn't keep themselves out of trouble from day 1.

Eventually though, the Pumpkin Spiced Lattes arrived, and Y/N could only watch Lucifer's reaction through bated breath (while sipping on their own latte, mind you-).

Slurp.

"It is..." Lucifer began.

"It's what Luci?" Y/N asked.

"It is...as I thought. Downright terrible, disgusting, I never want to put it in my mouth ever again."

Sighing, Y/N merely took Lucifer's latte out of his side of the table and brought it next to their own. More for them, they supposed.

This time, Lucifer flagged down the waiter from earlier. "Yes, hello. I would like to order the," Lucifer peered down at the menu that seemed to have materialized into this hands out of nowhere. "Honeysuckle Hot Cider Herbal Tea, please."

Within minutes, the waiter returned with Lucifer's choice of beverage, and he looked quite proud, seeing that his drink did not take much time at all to make. Turning to where Y/N sat, sipping two lattes at a time now (because the mortal was insane), Lucifer said, "Now that's a desirable beverage. No pumpkin. Enough spice. No latte."

Author's Note: And that's the fourth day of Hauntober for you! I've gotta say, I personally find Lucifer hating pumpkin flavored things with a burning passion rather humorous. Slightly unprecedented, but somehow still in character, no?

See you in the next fic!

Masterlist Hauntober 2023 Masterlist

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haljeexyee · 10 months

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Two post in one day because I’m feeling curious 🫣 does anyone have Scythe OC’s? I’ve seen very few but I wonder if there’s more on here!

Here are some I concepted, Scythe Germanotta, who’s patron historic is none other than Stefani Joanne Germanotta or Lady Gaga (I love Lady Gaga sm), and Scythe Munch, who’s patron historic is the famous painter of The Scream (my favorite painting) Edvard Munch!

Pls if you have Scythe OC’s send me them and I might draw them!!!

#gleanings #greyson tolliver #munira atrushi #scythe #scythe anastasia #scythe book #scythe curie #scythe faraday #scythe goddard #scythe lucifer #scythe OC #arc of a scythe #aoas #scythe fanart #scythe Germanotta #scythe munch #not ice spice munch Edvard munch #lady Gaga scythe would be so cool #SHOW ME YOUR OCS

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frenchfrywrites · 2 years

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Milf Lucifer gets baby fever

MINORS DNI

Warnings: amab soft dom top gn reader, sub bottom milf Lucifer, breeding kink, mommy kink, food play, feminization, toys, no prep, sappy n soft romance

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Valentine's day has been entirely uneventful for a majority of your life. As a child it was fun getting Valentine’s (and candy!) from everyone in your class, when you were a single teen you lamented and scorned the day, but now as a young adult you look forward to having a date with your lover Lucifer.

Earlier he’d texted you some information concerning a reservation at a fancy restaurant he’d made for the two of you. He had added that he wanted to be out of the house during Valentine's day, as his brothers were driving him crazy. Though you’d be happy doing anything in the world with Lucifer, you weren’t shocked that he’d gone about planning out an extravagant date for the two of you.

On the evening of the holiday you get all dressed up and pick up the bouquet of flowers you’d gotten for him. You’re excited to see his face when he gets the flowers, as he gets so flustered over romantic gifts. Good thing you’ve got more up your sleeve, so you can see him flustered all evening.

Upon entering the restaurant you find that you were not the only couple with the idea of having a fancy dinner. It makes you wonder how early Lucifer had to make the reservation in order to get a spot. As you look around, you see a myriad of different couples, though everyone is wearing their best it seems.A waiter hastily leads you to a semi isolated table where Lucifer is seated.

He stands to greet you and gasps when he sees the bouquet. “Are these for me?” you nod, handing them over so he can have a better look. Lucifer flushes- you mentally give yourself a little fist bump, because that’s exactly what you wanted to have happen- and while he admires the flowers you enter his personal space to give him a sweet kiss on the cheek. Lucifer turns his head and gives you a proper kiss before pulling away to sit down at the table. You join him, reaching across the table to take his hand in yours.

He’s wearing a black suit with red accents, which brings out the colors in his eyes and complements his figure. As you run your thumb along his fingers you feel he’s also wearing the ring you’d recently gotten him for Christmas (“this is not a proposal” you’d specified when he’d opened the box and his jaw dropped. That was the first time you’d seen him completely stunned.) “You look amazing,” you tell him honestly.

Lucifer gives you an affectionate smile, “you do too,” he responds softly as his eyes rake over your body. You feel your heart rate pick up under his gaze, so you squeeze his hand and ask about his day.

The two of you make small talk until the waiter returns, then it picks back up again when they leave. The dinner goes wonderfully. You talk about anything that comes to mind, so pleased by each other's presence that any topic feels right. Eventually, maybe even predictably, the conversation shifts to Lucifer complaining a bit about his brothers.

You laugh sympathetically at the story he'd just finished telling you.

"And one last thing,” he huffs, then offers a bashful smile, “stop me if I start to bore you," he says, as if that's possible. "The other day they-" Lucifer quiets his voice, flushing a bit, "Satan and Belphie were teasing me, as usual- they're just terrible- I was holding my stomach as it hurt, and they asked me when I was due!" He exclaims and you do a double take. Lucifer notices the shift in your behavior; your eyes are wide, lips parted, staring at him. After processing what he's said you can't help but smirk. You nudge Lucifer with your foot under the table,

"And when are you due," Lucifer straightens in his chair, his blush deepening, "mommy?" You're quiet enough that only he would be able to hear you, but he still looks around. When he confirms that no one overheard you, he points at you in a very accusatory way,

"You are the worst," you just laugh at his words.

You make sure to remember this exchange, for if it makes Lucifer flustered, you’re going to want to bring it up again. Now though, you quickly change the subject and continue on with your night. The tension generated by the moment never fully disperses though.

After dinner you lead Lucifer to your car. He opens the door and laughs at the stuffed animal you have buckled into the passenger seat.

“Is this for me too?” he asks as he shuffles things around so he can sit down. You nod,

“Yeah, press the heart it’s holding,” Lucifer does so as you pull out of your parking spot.

“Hi Lucifer, I love you,” your voice comes from the animal. He laughs again,

“This is very… sweet.” You snort,

“No one’s given you something like that before, right?” Lucifer shakes his head, then looks around,

“Where are we going?” You smile,

“You said you wanted to get away from your brothers, so I booked us a night at a hotel,” you turn to him, “is that okay? I can always cancel,” you can always cancel, though you hope he’s okay with this, as you have more surprises planned.

“No, no, that’s fine,” he smiles, “it’s very nice, thank you.”

It doesn’t take long for you to arrive. You get through all the boring stuff quickly, and make your way to the room.

When you open the door you’re hit with the scent of roses. The room is decorated entirely with shades of red, hearts, candles, and flowers.

“Huh,” you close the door as you both take in the festive view, “for the record, I did not ask for this,” you mention. Lucifer huffs out a laugh,

“It’s okay,” he assures you, pulling off his suit jacket and setting it on the desk chair.

“But,” you walk over to the mini fridge, “there was something I did ask for- oh!” Inside you find what you’d requested. You pull out a bowl of strawberries- some chocolate covered and others plain- and a can of whipped cream.

Lucifer raises a brow at you, “dessert!” you exclaim. He sits himself down on the bed and begins removing his shoes. Before joining him on the bed you set the strawberries and whipped cream down on the desk.

“This is all very romantic,” Lucifer mumbles, leaning in to kiss you. Eagerly you kiss him back, delighted that he’s pleased with your gifts. “I have something for you too,” he tells you when he pulls back. Just from the tone of his voice you feel your heart rate pick up. Lucifer stands, getting in front of you.

With shaky hands and flushed cheeks his strips in front of you, slowly revealing that he’s been wearing a pretty, lacy red lingerie set under his stuffy suit.

“You-” you’re a bit speechless, “holy shit you look gorgeous,” his blush deepens at your praise. You stand up and reach out so you can touch him. Running your hands over his body your heart pounds in your ears as you think about how he wore this for you.

“I feel like I blend in with the room,” Lucifer groans. You laugh, running your fingers over the bralette and not so subtly touching his nipples.

“Maybe, but that’s not a bad thing,” you kiss his neck, “I think you look hot,” Lucifer hums. He wraps his arms around you as you continue to feel him up. You run your hands from his chest, over the lace and under, then you trace down his torso and around to squeeze his ass. Lucifer gasps, tightening his hold on you. Out of curiosity you bring your hands back to his front and find that,

“You’re hard,” you mumble, a bit surprised as you feel his erect cock pressed against the panties. Lucifer huffs,

“Yes, I’m not completely dysfunctional,” he sounds a bit defensive and you can’t have that. You kiss his neck again before responding,

“I know that, though I wouldn’t mind if you were,” you squeeze him gently. Lucifer looks at you for a moment before averting eye contact and smiling sweetly,

“You’re too good for me,” he mumbles before kissing you.

You kiss for a bit, each of you clinging to the other, until the straining of your dick against your pants becomes uncomfortable.

“Hey,” you pull away from his lips, a string of saliva connecting the two of you, causing Lucifer to look at you desperately, “go lay on the bed.” He does so with little resistance. You pull off your clothing, grab dessert, and make yourself comfortable between where Lucifer has spread his legs for you.

“Hungry?” you ask and he nods, reaching for one. You stop him, and move your hand to his mouth, “open,” he, avoiding eye contact, reluctantly opens his mouth. You choose one of the chocolate covered ones first, and gently feed it to him. While he chews you take a plain one and cover it with whipped cream. Lucifer hesitantly opens his mouth so you can feed him the second one.

He gets whipped cream on the side of his mouth as you feed the strawberry to him, and once he’s done swallowing you lean in and lick it off. Lucifer opens his mouth again obediently when you’re done, and you feed him berry after berry, watching him intently as he eats. Occasionally he gets a bit messy, or your hand “slips,” so you end up kissing and licking his lips quite a bit between him eating. Something about the intimacy of the moment makes you harder than you’d expected.

After swallowing the last one Lucifer opens his mouth again obediently. You look at his open mouth and think about leaning in and kissing him, or spitting in his mouth, or having him suck your dick, but you push those ideas aside for other plans.

You pull up his lingerie and align the nozzle of the whipped cream with his nipple so you can apply it to his skin. Lucifer lets out a choked moan at the cool cream hitting his chest, arching his back a bit at the sensation.

Once you set the can down you begin licking the cream off. Lucifer whines and whimpers, squirming against your mouth as you lick and suck his skin clean.

There's still some residue left when you pull back and seeing it makes your dick twitch, "kinda looks like breast milk," you point out, mostly to yourself, squeezing one of his pecs. Lucifer knocks his head back, letting out a deep moan. You’re only a bit taken aback by his atypical unreserved reaction. "Mommy,” you catch his attention by softly calling out the title, “if you got pregnant you'd let me drink your milk, wouldn't you?" Lucifer is panting now,

"You," he looks down at you, "you'd have to leave enough for” he pauses, looking away and blushing, “the baby," he whispers and now it's your turn to groan, fire building in your loins.

“Such a good mommy, putting our baby first,” you lean down to kiss his tummy, “gonna let me give you a baby tonight?” Lucifer nods his head wildly,

“Yes, yes,” you kiss his stomach again and pull back.

“I have to go get lube-”

“Wait” Lucifer interrupts you before you can finish your sentence, or move. He moves your hands to his panties, “take these off first,” he suggests with a coy smile. Your brows furrow in confusion, but it’s not like you’ll argue. You pull his underwear down and off, his cock hitting his pelvis with a soft smack.

“Oh,” you sigh, understanding why Lucifer was insistent for you to take his panties off. You press gently against the buttplug nestled between his cheeks.

“Hah-happy Valentine's day,” he mumbles, clenching the sheets underneath him. You coo, pressing harder against the plug,

“Thank you mommy,” you tug on it, “this is the best gift.” Lucifer whines, even as you lean down to kiss him. You tug on the plug again, “think your pussy can take me without prep?” he whines again, jerking his hips against the plug,

“That was the idea.” You begin to slowly work the plug out, causing him to squirm and fidget under you, letting out soft noises. His hole gapes when you remove the plug, lube easing out of him.

“You’re so wet,” you muse, collecting the lube that’s seeped out of him, and spreading it along your cock. The excess lube mixed with your precum will help, but you’re still a bit nervous going in completely raw. “Let me know if anything hurts,” you tell him. Lucifer nods and leans up to give you a kiss, wrapping his arms around your neck.

“Fuck me,” he breathlessly begs as he feels you line the head of your cock up with his hole. You find stability by holding onto Lucifer’s soft thighs as you press your way into him. He gasps and lets out soft moans, and when his breath hitches you pause for a moment.

“I always forget,” he begins, inhaling and exhaling deeply, “just how big you are.” You smirk,

“Does it feel good having me stretching and filling up your pussy, mommy?” Lucifer whines, closing his eyes as he nods,

“Always, yes,” you hum, flattered by his honesty, and start pressing yourself deeping into him. His face scrunches and his arms tighten around your neck as you bottom out, so again you pause to let him adjust.

“You’re doing so good, taking me so well mommy, fuck,” you’re a bit astonished that he was able to take all of you with just the lube and prep from the plug. He’s tight, tighter than any of the times you’ve fucked, but not in a way that concerns you.

“Move, please,” he gasps, and you begin moving your hips slowly. Lucifer flutters around you, his legs wrapping around your waist, trying to bring you in deeper with each thrust. “I’d like- oh” he gets cut off as you pick up the pace; figuring if he’s able to talk, you’re not fucking him hard enough. He calls out your name as your cock rubs against his prostate, “want you to cum, ah, cum inside and hah, oh fuck a baby into me, please,” you groan at his rambling.

“I gotcha mommy,” you nuzzle your face where his neck and shoulder meet, leaving a sweet kiss there, “lay back I’ll- ungh- fuck you full of my cum, I’ll knock you up hah, I promise,” you’re babbling a bit yourself, Lucifer’s dirty talk working you up and fueling the lust building in your gut.

He clenches tight around you, and you have to actively concentrate on not busting your load so soon. Luckily it seems that Lucifer is having a hard time holding on too, with the way that pre is drooling from his cock onto his stomach.

“You got so pretty for me, mommy, hah, all dressed up,” you muse affectionately. Lucifer keens, his dick twitching,

“I’m going to,” he tightens around you, “I’m going to cum, suh-oh soon, cumming,” one of the arms that Lucifer has wound around your neck comes down to fist his cock at the pace that you thrust into him.

“Cum for me mommy, I-” you groan, your hips stuttering, “I’m close too,” that sets him off.

“Cum, ah, inside please, hah, cum inside, get me pregnant, give me a baby, please, oh-” he cums, his eyes wide and rolling into the back of his skull, his mouth dropping open. You’re pulled over watching Lucifer cum, and you do exactly what he so desperately wanted. With his name on your lips you cum inside his hole, fucking him full of your load. Your hips jerk and snap erratically as you both ride out your climaxes.

As you come down from your high you nuzzle his neck, placing sweet kisses there,

“I love you,” you tell him between kisses. You feel his pulse jump under your lips. Lucifer pulls your face back so he can look at you,

“I love you too,” his voice is soft and sweet, like you didn’t just cum in his ass. You kiss him again, properly this time. When you pull away he’s a bit teary eyed,

“What’s wrong,” you feel panic building as a tear rolls down his cheek.

“it’s just-” he sniffles, bringing a hand to wipe his eyes, “this was such a nice night, and you did so much for me, I-” he gives you a wobbly smile, “thank you.” You coo,

“Oh Lucifer,” you kiss him again, “my love, you don’t have to thank me,” he sniffles a bit,

“Well, I want to,” you chuckle at his stubbornness.

“Okay, you’re welcome,” you go to move, but Lucifer stops you.

“Ah, sorry, can you stay inside just a bit longer?” you nod, making yourself comfortable on top of him.

“We have the whole night here Lucifer,” you remind him, “I’ll stay here as long as you’d like,” you grin wildly, rocking your hips a bit, “and since we have the whole night, how about we make sure you’re really knocked up, huh?”

The look on Lucifer’s face when you say that makes you feel like this night has easily become your most memorable Valentine’s day so far.

#oh no oh fuck this baby is gonna b a scorpio #spice #obey me #lucifer #cw food play #cw feminization #cw feeding #cw mommy kink #cw toys #cw no prep

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devildom-moss · 1 year

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Punishment (Lucifer)

What has Lucifer done wrong, and how will MC try to punish him?

(Lucifer x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (sub!Lucifer / dom!MC) (plot-heavy) (NSFW tags: degradation for Lucifer, "puppy/pet/good boy" used with varying descriptors, puppy/pet play, bondage, tail butt plug, use of aphrodisiacs, jealousy, mild cuckholding, neglect, leg humping)

Word Count: +2,900

It had been a long day. On top of your classes, you had just spent four hours reviewing for an exam with Satan in the library. Sure, you were prepared to do well when the test came around in a few days, and it was worth it to have the weekend free so you could relax, but the effort was draining. The last thing you wanted to deal with was one of the brothers’ stupid antics. Yet, you rushed to Mammon’s room the second you heard his blood-curdling scream just as you stepped foot in the entrance.

“Mammon! I’m coming into your room!” you shouted through the door before entering. His only reply was an agitated wail.

When you got in, Mammon was strung up from his ceiling, struggling and sobbing. He wouldn’t even acknowledge you. Instead, he muttered weakly, “go away. Make it stop, please. Please, stop it.”

The tears were flowing down – or rather, up – Mammon’s face, dropping onto the glass top table below. He looked so miserable and pitiful that you would have expected the entire house to be ablaze in order to justify this punishment. You dragged the table out of the way before throwing every pillow from the couch and all of Mammon’s bedding onto the floor below him.

“Mammon, can you hear me? I’m going to get you down with magic. I can’t reach the rope from here. Relax, don’t thrash around too much, and you’ll be fine,” you yelled up at him. He still ignored you, crying even harder in response. You felt a few tears hit your arm. What could he have done this time?

You released the rope from the ceiling and Mammon came crashing down – almost safely, barring a few bruises. Still, Mammon was sobbing and begging for some invisible threat to leave him alone. If he had appeared less horrified, you might have assumed he was telling you to go away, but Mammon wouldn’t look at you and had never seemed so afraid of you before. Something was horribly wrong. From this distance, you could sense a curse concentrated in that rope. Luckily, when you tried to untie him, no harm came to you.

The second the rope hit the floor and was removed from around Mammon’s body, he seemed to awaken from his previous state. Tears were still coating his face, but he was finally staring directly at you. With a few more seconds to process, Mammon wiped his face and jumped into your arms.

“Ya saved me. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you! That jerk, Lucifer, put a curse on me and everything I saw was right out of a horror movie. I was up there for three hours, MC. Why didn’t you come to my rescue sooner?”

Lucifer had strung Mammon up and cursed him with horror movie hallucinations for something as small as ditching one class – which was practically insignificant as far as Mammon’s antics are typically concerned. That was the last straw.

Admittedly, Lucifer had been acting like a little bitch all week. He was snippy and moody – an unrelenting and unforgiving presence that added to your stress instead of alleviating it as he often attempted to do. Maybe he would behave of his own accord, and you could have a relaxing weekend for once, but you weren’t chancing it. You headed to his room to squash the problem at its roots.

“Lucifer, are you in there?” you shouted through his door after a few harsh knocks. “Open up. I don’t want to kick your door in.”

Lucifer opened his door, flustered to see you. His brows were scrunched in confusion, “the door was unlocked, you know.”

“I,” you started. Fuck. “Well, I’m not in the habit of opening other people’s doors without permission.”

“My brothers are resistant to retraining,” Lucifer sighed and stepped aside for you to come in. No, fuck off, you do that too, asshole, you thought. However, that wasn’t your point of argument this time, so you decided to drop it.

“So, what the fuck is wrong with you?” you questioned him.

“What?”

“You’ve been so bitchy all week, and this stunt with Mammon – seriously? He ditched one class, and you’re torturing him for it. That was way too far. He’s been pretty normal all week. What kind of bullshit are you taking out on him? He’s not your punching bag.”

“That’s none of your business,” he retorted, failing to look at you. “Stay out of it.”

“Are you fucking kidding me with that?” You stepped forward. Now his eyes were on you – cautious and unblinking like some wary animal. “I live with you all. Every one of you drags me into your shit. How was I supposed to stay out of it? I had to heat up a pack of Mammon’s favorite noodles and hold him until he stopped crying. How is that an appropriate punishment?”

“I’ll repeat myself,” he adjusted his gaze and straightened his posture, “stay out of it.”

“That’s all you have to say?” It was as if his pride had blinded him to the pain he inflicted on others. His lack of explanation only cemented his wrongdoings. He knew he was in the wrong, and instead of apologizing and correcting himself, he dug his heels excruciatingly, irritatingly deeper. You grabbed the collar of his uniform roughly, inching yourself closer instead of pulling him in. Summoning all your annoyance, you spoke: “what the fuck? You come to me with so much, and now that I ask you directly when something is clearly wrong, you keep that mouth shut? For what? So you can cause me more trouble?”

No one else could pull those terrified doe eyes out of Lucifer like you could. When you glanced down at his offensively silent mouth, his lips were slightly parted, and his lower lip trembled ever so subtly that it appeared to be a trick of the eye. He shrank in the face of your anger – crumbled at your justice.

“I didn’t. . .” Lucifer trailed off as he averted his gaze – his voice lost in the short oblivion between your lips and his.

“What?”

“I didn’t mean to take it all out on him.” Lucifer admitted, slowly suffocating his pride.

“Why did you?”

“He was texting you when he ditched.”

“And?”

“I wanted to be the only one you paid attention to – not just then, but all week.”

“You were being a little bitch all week because you were jealous?” you scoffed at him. That was a poor excuse.

“And pent up. I keep touching myself to the thought of you – but it’s not the same.” Lucifer took one of the hands grasping at his collar and lowered it to the bulge in his pants. He lowered his gaze to the floor, face flushed pink, and muttered, “see?”

You only left your hand there long enough to feel how hard he had gotten in your presence before pulling back. “That’s a sorry excuse. I’d rather you just be sorry. I think a punishment is in order for you.”

“Me?” Lucifer hesitated, but the glint of hatred in your eyes – the kind of hatred that exists temporarily in moments of extreme annoyance that seems indistinguishable to participating parties – terrified him. He nodded cautiously. “Okay.”

You guided him to the foot of his bed and commanded him with a firm “sit and stay.” Lucifer obeyed while you left briefly to find a rope that Solomon had enchanted and gifted to you (don’t ask). You tied his hands together and instructed him to try and break free. He failed, much to his visible irritation.

“Solomon really is a talented man,” you chuckled. Lucifer let out a low growl in frustration.

You untied his hands, and he rubbed the mild rope burn from his escape attempt. Now that you had confirmed the strength of the enchantment, you could tie him up properly. With no display of lust of affection for him, you stripped Lucifer until he sat bare at the foot of his bed. You tied his hands behind his back prettily and transition that tie into a harness around his torso before securing the end of the rope to his bedframe with about 4 feet of slack for him to utilize. He couldn’t move far, but he could move.

“Isn’t this suitable: you sitting at the foot of the bed like a dog on a leash?” He looked so pretty with the deep red rope digging gently into his skin and his face flushed pink up to his ears, but Lucifer didn’t deserve to hear how gorgeous he was. “I already know you’re a thirsty little bitch, so I brought you something.”

When you left to retrieve the rope, you brought a few other items of interest, including a shallow bowl and a pastel pink moon milk with an aphrodisiac in it. Asmo had been gifted several cases of it and gave one to you with the (inevitably crushed) hope that it would work on humans. It would, however, work to toy with Lucifer a bit more. You placed the bowl in front of Lucifer and poured the milk in. Lucifer stared at you with the disbelief of someone who knows they are in no position to deny a request: frantic and submissive.

“Must I?” Lucifer questioned you.

“I’ll put a record on for you while you enjoy your drink.”

Lucifer crawled back towards the bed on his knees, so when he bent forward, he was face to face with the bowl. It was as if the tint in his cheeks was reflected in the soft pink surface of the milk. He felt humiliated and had no idea how to proceed and best please you. When Lucifer looked up at you for guidance, your back was turned to him as you perused his cursed album collection in search of the right one. He self-consciously tested lapping at the milk like a kitten before attempting to sip from the flat surface and accidentally dipping his nose in it. Neither was an ideal course of action, but he didn’t know what else to do.

You found what you had been looking for: the album with a deep crimson apple on the cover. Every time that album played, Lucifer became incredibly, uncontrollably horny. You both figured that somewhere along the cloudy history of the album, the magic imbued in the record had turned romance into lust and now served as an audible aphrodisiac. As the first few notes played, Lucifer became aware of what you were planning. He hesitated in his messy drinking, anticipating the overstimulation you would subject him to.

“Ass up,” you commanded as you grabbed the last item of interest. He obeyed, arching his back for you. With no other warning, you placed a pre-lubricated tail plug up his ass. He whimpered and looked over his shoulder to give you a half-angry look, as if reprimanding you for not giving him more notice. “Perfect, a little bitch with his tail between his legs. That went in so easily.”

“I told you I was pent up,” Lucifer remarked with the rough, matter-of-fact edge of a brat.

“Did you?” You teased. “Well, that’s that for now. I have to get ready. I have a date with Solomon planned, and after dealing with you, I only have 20 minutes left.”

“What?” Lucifer shot up. His eyes were wide and pleading, “Don’t leave.”

“I’m not rescheduling for your sake – especially not after the stunts you’ve pulled this week. I should be back at 9pm. That’s two hours from now. You’ll be fine.” You started towards the door.

Lucifer’s jealousy intensified and he tried to break himself free. He crawled towards you until the rope between him and his bed was pulled taut. The rope dug into his skin harshly, but any pain he felt was overshadowed on his face by a pitiful combination of despair and lust. “Please, don’t go. Not to him.”

“Be a good boy while I’m gone.” You ignored his pleas and reached out to pet his head. He savored the feeling of your touch, knowing that it would come to an immediate end. You heard a sniffle and a low groan – simultaneously pained and pleasured – before you shut the door behind you.

Cruelly (at least as far as Lucifer was concerned), you dragged your date with Solomon out so that by the time you entered the House of Lamentation, it was already half-past 9pm. You knew that Lucifer would have kept a keen eye on the clock regardless of how the aphrodisiacs and his innate lust ravaged his senses and control. When you walked into Lucifer’s room, you were pleased with the results of your punishment.

Lucifer looked up at you, his tear-stained face pressed against the floor next to his bowl. Pitiful moans escaped his mouth, low and strained as if they had been fighting their way back down his throat. He didn’t want you to see him like this: desperately grinding against the small bump he had managed to create in the area rug after well over an hour of repeated thrusting against it. His precum dripped and stained the rug, with some of it even dried into his tail plug, but he had failed to get enough friction for release. Despite the dejected look in his eyes and his ragged panting, he mustered up a cutting tone to tell you, “You’re late.”

What he meant was that he missed you, craving your touch in every second that he awaited your return like some despondent pet abandoned at the peak of its need for attention. If he was honest, he’d thank you for coming back and ask you to bring his punishment to an end, but he wasn’t, so you had no problem teasing him a bit further.

“Solomon held me up. That man can’t keep his hands to himself.”

“What?” He had intended to say it harshly, but the single word trembled out of his mouth – more of a whimper than a question. His hips halted their rhythm, his tail slowing from a mild rocking to still. A low growl escaped Lucifer from some deep, enraged pit in his chest whose emptiness you prodded mercilessly. Despite that rabid noise, fresh tears washed down his face along the dried trails as if they wished to make a pristine mess of him. “Why are you being so cruel? I’d rather you whip me all night than break my heart.”

You clicked your tongue at him before walking over. “Up.”

Lucifer followed your command with the lethargy of a defeated man, but you let the speed of his obedience go. He rose to his knees, still as hard as when you’d walked in on him. You wiped the tears off his cheek with a gentle touch, as if he were something fragile, and at that moment, he was – but not so fragile that he couldn’t take a bit more. He shuddered under that miniscule touch, leaning into it affectionately. You licked the tear from your finger and spoke in a honey-sweet voice that underscored your disapproval of him: “you really are so pathetic, Lucifer.”

“I know.”

“Good. Then, I suppose I can untie you, can’t I, my pretty little puppy?” Lucifer gasped softly at the nickname and nodded, slow and uncertain. “Stay perfectly still.”

Lucifer followed your command as you untied him. Even when he was finally free, Lucifer refused to move until you gave him permission. You leaned down towards his neck and before he could question your intentions, you sunk your teeth into his shoulder, biting down until an erotic groan filled the room. When you pulled back, deep marks were indented into his skin that glistened with saliva. You kissed over the mark sweetly, causing Lucifer’s face to turn pink up to his ears. He reacted so well to the smallest sign of affection.

“Now you’ve been marked as my slutty little puppy,” you cooed. “Would you like to cum, pet?”

“Yes.”

“Well, you should do something fitting a puppy. I’ll permit you to hump my leg. Will that be enough?”

“Yes, I think so.” It was pleasant to see him be so uncertain.

You sat at the edge of the bed and beckoned him to your side. Lucifer waited for a reassuring nod before touching you. He thrust himself against your leg slowly, rolling his hips deliberately and moaning like a bitch for you. Every inch of your skin that he could rub himself against was savored, but he still wanted more.

“Could you pet me?” Lucifer asked, uncharacteristically timid, as if you would continue to deny him.

“Greedy boy – marking your scent all over me and still asking for more.” You chastised him, but your hand still wandered down to his head so you could run your fingers through his hair and scratch his scalp affectionately. The small show of adoration intensified his pleasure. Lucifer picked up his pace slightly and the sound of ragged panting weaved into his delicious moans. You could feel him twitching against your leg, and you moved your hand from his hair to under his chin. “Look at me, my pretty little puppy.”

You caught those dark red eyes, softened by pleasure and love and clouded with lust – dangerously beautiful, just seconds before he came. Admittedly, the comfort of staring at your face combined with your touch had pushed him over the edge more than the few thrusts that preceded his cum leaking down your leg.

Lucifer sighed a quiet “thank you” before sinking into a sitting position and resting his head on your knee. You felt a few tears drip onto you, so you stroked his hair and hushed him.

“There’s my good boy,” you hummed. When the tears stopped, you could take a nice, warm shower together, but for now, you just needed to be there and let Lucifer cry. He just needed you to love him again.

Punishment (others)

Belphegor | Barbatos | Asmodeus

A/N: I feel like I went a little feral on this one. I just want to make Lucifer cry and suffer. I'm still sick, and I still have one more fic to do this month, so... really misspelling trial because I'm putting the try in trial. Forgive me if the proofreading isn’t great on this one.

#lucifer #gn!mc #spice tier #obey me #obey me luficer #obey me smut #lucifer smut #lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader

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A Devilish Proposal

This is a commission posted with the permission of the lovely requestor. Lucifer proposes to OC Jenn, with all the romance and mishaps of any undertaking in the Devildom. Approx. 5K words. Fluff and light spice! Follows previous story: A Particular Encounter

Lucifer fiddled nervously with the tiny, velvet jewelry box. For perhaps the hundredth time, he opened it to check the ring inside. As it had every other time, the shadow diamond within gleamed, the facets catching whatever light struck the surface and then reflecting it back with a fey radiance.

Within the stone, an inky darkness churned with unsettled shades, the hues changing and shifting so that the color of the jewel was never certain. The gray of stormy skies, the blue of the deep ocean, the layered amethyst tones of a sunset . . . it was the Eye of the Abyss, and there was no other gem quite like it.

Would Jenn like it, he wondered. It wasn’t anything like a human world diamond. So few things in the Devildom were a match to the mortal realm. But this place was his home and, he hoped, hers too, despite the differences. He wanted her to love this place as much as she loved home. The ring represented that melding of worlds. A Devildom relic used for a mortal custom.

She had to say yes. Any other answer left him . . . no, there was no other reply she could give.

He snapped the lid shut and tucked the box into his pocket. Such worries were not for him. The Avatar of Pride could not be insecure, or so he told himself as he left the safety of his rooms in the House of Lamentation.

Jenn was not in her room when he went to check. Her bed was a tangled mess of pillows and blankets. A stack of books lay next to it on the floor, a mix of novels from Satan’s collection, a handful of Levi’s manga, and yesterday’s homework. Lucifer hoped she hadn’t stayed up too late reading. His eyes landed on the photographs wedged into the frame of her vanity mirror. Her human brothers. The photo paper was worn from being handled, the edges gone a little round.

Lucifer felt a smile at the corners of his lips, remembering Jenn’s stories about them. He studied their expressions in the pictures. There was something in those two mortal faces that reminded him of his own mischievous brothers. A hint of envy, a bit of greed, a touch of gluttony. Nothing he couldn’t handle, of course.

He left her room and headed for the dining room next, where nearly everyone was gathered for breakfast. Jenn wasn’t there either, and more strangely, Beel was missing too. Beel never missed meal time.

“I made waffles with poisonberry jam,” Asmo sang out as Lucifer walked in.

“They’re mostly gone,” Belphie added, speaking around a forkful of said waffle.

Lucifer wasn’t there for waffles. “Have you seen Jenn?” He scanned the table. “And where is Beel?”

“He hasn’t done anything.” Belphegor immediately jumped to his twin’s defense.

“I didn’t say he had. I asked where he was.” Lucifer fixed his gaze on Belphie, knowing it would take only a moment or two for the Avatar of Sloth to give in.

Mammon snickered, clearly relieved not to be in trouble this morning.

“He and Jenn ate early and left already. I think they said they were going to spar.” It was Asmodeus that answered while Belphie just stared at his plate.

“Excellent.” Lucifer turned to leave.

“Why are you looking for Jenn,” Satan interrupted his exit with a question. He shot Lucifer a knowing grin.

“That is none of your concern.” The Avatar of Pride paused. “Why?”

“No reason.” Satan shrugged. “Just call me curious.”

He gave his brothers a warning look before he left. Whatever they weren’t telling him would come clear, one way or another. It was always something. He supposed that was the cost of being the eldest.

Lucifer stopped to listen as he got close to the RAD sparring room. He could hear laughter and the sounds of impact - thuds and grunts and the snap of skin to skin contact. There were no other voices, which did not come as a surprise. Few demons voluntarily came to RAD early.

From the doorway he could see Beel. His brother was grinning widely, hands held up in front of him, feet in a wide stance. Jenn flashed into view, her body spinning and moving in a graceful flow. She shifted from moving on her feet to her hands, her legs a blur as she lashed out at Beel in a feint.

Beel caught her foot and tried to lift her, but she used the momentum to keep moving past him. Her leg hooked around his neck, pulling him backward. Had Beel not been a demon - and more specifically, the very fit Avatar of Gluttony- he would have fallen. As it was, he just laughed and held on to her.

Lucifer was quiet as he watched them. Jenn was so beautiful, even now. Her skin glistened with a sheen of well-earned sweat. The messy bun of hair atop her head hung askew, strands escaping. With her arms bare, he could see a hint of the scar at her shoulder, and the edge of Mammon’s pact mark as well.

Jenn noticed him before he announced his presence. Her eyes went wide and a faint blush touched her cheeks as if he’d caught her out in some embarrassing situation. “Luci! Good morning!”

Beel grinned. “Good morning!” He loosed his hold on Jenn and helped her to the floor. “Did you come to work out with us?”

“No.” Lucifer wanted to speak with Jenn alone, but she looked like she was having such a good time. His eyes met Jenn’s across the room. He didn’t need to say anything.

She patted Beel’s arm. “I’ll be right back.”

“That’s fine. I wanted to do some push-ups anyway.” Beelzebub dropped down and began counting them out with masochistic glee.

Jenn sauntered over and picked up a towel from the nearby rack. “What’s up?”

Lucifer studied her expression. Insouciance, a hint of challenge, a quiet joy that he’d come all the way over here to look for her. Adorable. He led her out to the hall and closed the door behind them.

RAD was still empty, with another two hours to the first bell. The halls were dim and every sound echoed. Aside from Beel, there was no one else around. No one to hear them if he -

“You’re looking at me the way Beel looks at a cheeseburger.”

Lucifer arched an eyebrow. “You’d be opposed to me eating you?”

“Not literally, I hope!” She laughed.

He felt a swell of pride that he’d brought that expression to her face. Lucifer grinned. “Well, not all of you. Not all at once.” A slight flush in her cheeks told him he’d scored a small victory in this verbal competition.

Jenn tucked her hair back, pretending she wasn’t affected. “I assume you don’t plan on eating me at all right here and now. So . . . why were you looking for me?” A sudden worry drew her brows together. “Did something happen?”

“Nothing like that.” He touched her cheek, letting his fingers rest there lightly. “I am taking you out this afternoon. Be ready by four.”

“I don’t know. I promised Mammon I would help him study and Levi wants me to play some new game with him. He needs the co-op achievement. And I was supposed to get help from Satan on my curses class-”

Lucifer leaned closer, stopping her words with a possessive kiss. He pulled her tight against him, feeling the sweat slick of her skin against his clothes. It took a considerable amount of will to break the kiss a few moments later. “Four. I’ll see you then.”

He let go of her and hurried down the hall, hoping to hide how little control he had around her. She was intoxicating. Every touch only made him want more. His hand touched the slight bulge in his pocket where the ring box lay. Soon, he thought.

The day passed in a blur of paperwork as he reviewed records, updated files, and all of the other minutiae that kept RAD running. His mind wasn’t on it no matter how hard he tried to keep focus.

Barbatos noticed, of course, and kept looking at him with a small secretive smile.

Diavolo knew something was going on, but if he knew what, he didn’t say. And he was always smiling so who could tell?

When three rolled around, Lucifer slowly closed the file he was working on and tucked it away. He placed his pens in their holder and locked his desk drawer.

“Packing up already?” Barbatos raised an eyebrow. “How unusual.”

“I told him he could take the afternoon off.” Diavolo didn’t look up from the papers he was reviewing.

“It must be a very special occasion for you to take an afternoon off. I’m curious. It’s not a holiday or a birthday . . . hm.” Barb tapped his lips with a gloved fingertip.

Diavolo finally glanced up. “That’s right! It’s not.” He sounded surprised, as if he’d just realized it.

Lucifer often felt these lapses were a mask. Diavolo perceived far more than he seemed to, and planned well enough that events often appeared to fall together just the way he intended even as he claimed ignorance. “Correct.” He picked up his jacket. “I will see you both tomorrow.”

“You can take tomorrow off too, if you want.” Diavolo grinned.

“Young Master, we may not want to offer him another day without reviewing our deadlines?” Barbatos gestured to the pile of disciplinary notices and administrative changes waiting for their action.

Diavolo sighed. “I guess there’s no rest for the wicked.”

“Nor the weary,” Lucifer agreed with a tight smile. “So . . . I will see you both tomorrow.” He left, keeping his speed and posture in careful check. He wanted to race home. This unseemly eagerness sped his pulse and left a yearning in his low belly that was difficult to ignore. But ignore it he did. He was the Avatar of Pride and he ran for no one.

He might have walked a little faster than normal.

The House of Lamentation loomed above the other houses and shops that shared the street. Light from its windows spilled into the gloom of the Devildom. It looked brighter, more alive, than it had for millenia. All because of one new resident. Lucifer could not help the smile that crept onto his face as he thought of Jenn. He patted his pocket, feeling the little velvet box there. Soon, she would be a part of the Devildom forever.

As the front door swung open, he heard an ear-splitting shriek. A half second later, Levi bolted across the front entrance, a half-stitched swath of fabric fluttering in the air behind him. Asmodeus was close on his tail.

“That was my new shirt!” Asmo’s shriek resolved into words as he burst into the hall. He didn’t see Lucifer at the entrance, and slammed into him. His arm caught Lucifer’s coat and jostled them both around. “Sorry,” Asmo yelped, and pelted after his brother as soon as he was untangled.

Home, thought Lucifer. The sounds of their scuffle echoed through the house and something crashed against a wall. He’d punish them both later. A few hours hung upside down would do them both good.

His room was as quiet as a grave when he shut the door behind him. Lucifer breathed a sigh of relief. He shrugged out of his coat and put the rest of his clothes in the laundry. He stepped into the shower, allowing himself a moment of relaxation under the hot water. Tonight would go perfectly. He had no reason to expect less.

Over the sound of the water against the tile, he heard his door open. Lucifer didn’t even think about his transformation. One moment, he looked more or less human. The next, horns grew from his head and his wings sprouted from his back, making the shower suddenly too small for him. The hot water steamed from his skin and pearled from the tips of his feathers. A dangerous energy flowed from him, an aura imperceptible excepting the heavy sense of doom surrounding that filled the room.

He opened the shower door and stepped out just as Jenn came into view. Her appraising gaze slid up his soap-slick body with slow appreciation. “Sorry,” she said, not sounding sorry at all. “I thought I’d come down a little early.”

Lucifer gave her an admonishing look, despite a flush of pleasure at her expression. “You should knock first.”

“And give you time to put on a towel?” She laughed and took a step closer.

“Are you planning to scrub my back?” He raised an eyebrow. Jenn was already fully dressed for their date, her long hair pulled back in a complex five-strand braid, subtle make-up on her face.

She grinned. “I could! I wasn’t thinking so much about your back though. Which . . . is it alright? Your back?”

Lucifer gave her a knowing look. “I heal quickly.” He gestured toward his room. “Go and wait for me.”

Jenn didn’t obey, of course. Not so easily. She stepped closer instead. Close enough that the fabric of her night-blue dress nearly touched his wet skin. He could feel the whisper of it, as she leaned in to draw her finger across his collarbone. “Are you sure?”

For a heartbeat, he imagined pushing her back against the tiled shower wall, shoving the dress up past her hips and taking her. Driving deep while she clung to him, those sharp little nails furrowing his skin. He could almost feel her gasp against his mouth, the sounds of her pleasure muffled by his lips and questing tongue.

She laughed softly as she saw the impact she had on him. Her fingers drew down his chest and over his abdomen.

He stopped her before she went lower still. “Out.”

Jenn pouted. It made him want to kiss her more. “Fine. Spoilsport.”

Lucifer grabbed her hand before she could part, and lifted to his lips. He nipped the ends of her fingers and watched the way a shiver of pleasure ran through her at each sharp little bite. “Do not think you have escaped my attentions, Jenn. I will make you pay for this teasing. Later. At a time I choose.” The words had that heavy, charged feeling of magic, like a blessing or a curse.

She blushed, her body language clearly conflicted. What she wanted now versus the tension and pay off of waiting . . . this too was part of the game they played with each other. Drawing out the desire until they were filled with nothing but. “Don’t keep me waiting too long,” she said finally, her voice breathy.

Lucifer watched her saunter away and had serious second thoughts on his decision. But changing his mind would give her the victory. Instead he hurried - not that he would admit as much - to finish his shower and dress.

When he entered his room, she was perched atop his black satin sheets, her skirt ruched up around her thighs. It was very tempting just then to call the date off completely. They could make love, and he would propose to her in the midst of their mutual devastation . . . romantic? Perhaps. Or not. Certainly not the date he planned, with a table reserved at Ristorante Six.

“Let’s go.” He picked up his coat and pulled it on, his hands immediately going to check his pocket. The familiar shape of the small velvet box was not there. He quickly patted the other pockets but it wasn’t in any of them. Lucifer knelt to see if the box had fallen out, perhaps rolled under the bed.

Jenn gaze him a quizzical look. “Did you drop something?”

“No.” There was nothing on the floor near his jacket, nor under the bed, or anywhere that he could see.

“Umm. Ok. So why are you on the floor?”

Lucifer knew he had the ring when he returned from RAD. It was there just before he came in and - “Asmo!”

“You’re on the floor because of Asmo?”

Lucifer stood and held out his hand. “Come. I need to look at the entry hall.”

“Oh! Is this about Levi stealing Asmo’s new shirt?” She hopped off the bed and took his hand.

“Is that what happened?”

Jenn nodded. “Sort of. Levi assumed the Akuzon delivery was his, and I guess the shirt fabric is the same pattern as Ruri Chan’s dress in episode 237? Anyway, he decided to make a dress for his plushie Ruri Chan, only Asmo caught him halfway into the project.”

Lucifer sighed. “I should have guessed it was something like that. But no. I - dropped something in the entry when Asmodeus bumped into me. We will get it, and then we can go.”

“Alright.” Jenn smiled up at him. “So what are we looking for?”

“Hm.” Lucifer made a noncommittal sound. Describing the ring box would ruin the surprise. “You need not concern yourself. I will find it.”

He scoured the entry hall and the front step, but to no avail. A pit opened in his chest, a dark despair he had not felt in millenia. Had he lost it? The stone was irreplaceable. There were other shadow gems, to be sure, but none quite like this one. None that held the night sky in their depths, the abyss of stars that reminded him so of his beloved mortal. It was one of a kind. And it was gone.

Jenn watched him search, a concerned look on her face. She didn’t know why he was unhappy, but she could sense it even through his carefully relaxed expression.

“I need to talk to Asmodeus. I’ll be right back.” Lucifer turned to head up the steps.

“Do I need to smack some sense into him for you?” Her ferocity was adorable, he thought. She knew as well as he how to handle his brothers, though her methods differed. The product of having her own rambunctious mortal family.

Lucifer shook his head. “Not this time.” She followed him upstairs, a bundle of curiosity and concern.

Asmodeus was right where Lucifer expected him. Sulking at his vanity, an array of lotions, oils, and cosmetics in front of him.

“You ran into me.” Lucifer didn’t need to say much to get his brother’s attention. They knew him well enough that the threat was implicit. He was elder brother and father figure, and they loved and resented him accordingly.

Asmo turned, his eyes wide and sad. “You can’t blame me for that! It was Levi’s fault. Look what he did to my new shirt!” He fished a jumble of cloth from the floor beside him. It might have been a shirt once. There was at least a bit of sleeve. The rest had been cut apart and stitched back together into a tiny sundress.

“I’m not here about that.” Lucifer took a step closer. “When you hit me, did you notice anything?”

His brother looked confused. “Anything?”

“An object falling out of my pocket? Maybe you grabbed it before it fell.” He didn’t need to tell Asmodeus exactly what was lost.

“An object?” Asmo wrinkled his nose.

“Yes,” Jenn replied before Lucifer could. “Something small enough to fit in his pocket and important enough to be mysterious. May or may not be magical. You remember anything like that?”

Asmo preened under Jenn’s gaze. “Well . . . no. I mean, I was really just angry with Levi. I didn’t notice much when I was chasing him. But maybe if you sat with me, it would help me think back through it.” He patted the spot next to him.

“Unnecessary.” Lucifer frowned at his brother.

“Pffft. There you go again. Always hogging Jenn to yourself. You know, just because you’re the oldest, you don’t get dibs or something.” Asmo crossed his arms, lips pursed in a determined pout.

Jenn patted his shoulder. “We’ll do facials together tomorrow. Or if you like, we can do mani-pedis! Your toes are looking a little bland.”

“Bland?” Asmo squealed and lifted his foot. “This is not bland! This is Inferno! It’s the hottest shade this season.”

“Hmm. Well it just looks red to me. Pretty, but you know, the same color everyone else has right now . . .” Jenn shrugged.

Lucifer took her arm. “Let’s go. There are a few other places I can check on the way to my room. It must be here somewhere.”

“Wait! Jenn! What about my toes? Are they really . . . boring?” Asmo was almost panicked now.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow,” she teased.

Lucifer led her out and shut the door on his brother’s flailing. “At least he isn’t still complaining about the shirt.”

“Exactly.” Jenn grinned.

“That was your objective?”

She shrugged. “He needed a distraction. Now he’ll be focused on hunting down exciting new nail colors and not obsessing about revenge or whinging about our date.”

“Nicely done.” Lucifer kissed her temple.

Jenn nearly purred under his approval, so rarely spoken.

The two of them walked slowly from the entrance hall toward Lucifer’s room. He kept his eye on the floor, checking for any glimpse of the tiny box. Lucifer was so focused on the task that he nearly ran into Belphegor. It was only Jenn tugging his arm that stopped him.

Belphie and Satan stood together just a little ways down the hall from Lucifer’s room, whispering together. Likely planning a curse or ridiculous prank. Lucifer gave them a baleful glare.

Satan returned it with interest. “Aren’t you supposed to be out already? Or are you taking Jenn on a date inside the House of Lamentation?” His arched brow spoke volumes on what he thought of that.

Belphegor nodded. “Yeah. Thought you already left.”

“I would be, but it seems I’ve . . . misplaced something.” Lucifer hated admitting it. Especially to these two, who constantly challenged his authority.

Jenn leaned forward, grinning widely. “We are going on a fancy date. After we find the mysterious missing object.”

Satan raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Lucifer grimaced. “I planned to be out by now. But I cannot leave until I find the . . . item.”

Belphegor sighed tiredly. “I didn’t see anything. But . . .”

“But?” The Avatar of Pride suppressed his desire to pick Belphie up and shake the rest out of him.

“Come on Belphie.” Jenn nudged him.

“I don’t know. It’s probably not important.” Belphegor shrugged.

Satan frowned. “We don’t even know what you’re looking for. How are we supposed to know if we saw it or not?”

“You’d know if you did.” Lucifer’s gaze was fixed on the Avatar of Sloth. “Now. Tell me what you know and I’ll forget that you skipped RAD for three days in a row to nap.”

“Busted,” Jenn whispered.

“How did you-” Belphie caught himself. Another tired sigh and then he mumbled something unintelligible.

“What was that?”

Belphegor gave him a look of pure malice. “I said. I saw Mammon smiling about something. He ran into his room and slammed the door. So maybe he found whatever you lost. I mean . . . what else does he have to look so happy about?”

Lucifer didn’t wait for Belphie to finish. He grabbed Jenn’s hand and made for Mammon’s room.

At his brother’s door, he paused. The last thing he wanted was to reveal the ring. Proposing in the midst of Mammon’s trash would not be . . . ideal. “Wait here.”

Jenn gave him a confused look. “Why?”

“Because I asked you to.”

“Well. Technically you told me to. But fine.”

He gave her a quick kiss and then ducked into Mammon’s room. The door shut behind him.

“Lucifer!” Mammon jumped as he spun around to face his elder brother. “Hey! What - what are you doing in my room?” His hands were tucked behind his back.

He took a step forward. “I misplaced something precious to me. I was wondering if you might have seen it.”

His brother paled. “Uh. No. I didn’t see any ring.”

Lucifer smiled thinly. “I didn’t say it was a ring.”

Mammon winced. “Ah, are you sure? I think you did.”

“I did not.” Lucifer took another step closer.

“Oh.” Mammon took a step back.

“If I find the ring in my hand by the time I count to three, I will forget that you took something that wasn’t yours to sell.” He held out his hand.

“How do I even know it was yours, huh? I mean, I just found a box on the floor! It didn’t have your name on it. Finders keepers!” Mammon’s eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape.

“One.”

A shudder ran through Mammon’s body. “I wasn’t gonna sell it! When I saw it . . . I wanted to give it to - to somebody.”

“Two.”

“Come on! It was just laying there. Can’t you just get another one? I mean, what are you even gonna do with it?”

“That is none of your concern. Three.” Lucifer reached for his brother, but Mammon was fast. He ducked out of the way and ran for the door.

“Haha! Yeah! You might be older but that just makes you slower!” He threw open the door but Jenn was waiting out there.

She had no idea why Mammon was running, but she wasn’t going to let him pass. Jenn swept his legs out from under him and gave him a light push. She was kinder about the landing though, catching his arm on the way down to soften the impact. “So what did he do this time, hm?”

“Nothing! I didn’t do anything at all! Lucifer just came in and started yelling at me!” Mammon tried to sit up, but Jenn was having none of it.

“You know, my brothers used to say the same thing when I caught them trying to sneak out after bedtime.” Jenn grinned at him.

Lucifer crouched down and held his hand out again.

Mammon sighed, his shoulders falling in surrender. “Fine. Here ya go.” He dropped the box into his brother’s hand. “Can I get up now?”

Luci gave Jenn a nod and she let go of Mammon. She wasn’t doing much to hold him now anyway. Her eyes were on the box. Lucifer knew she wasn’t stupid. It was obviously a jewelry box, too small to be a necklace or a bracelet. Still, he tucked it away without saying anything about it. “Let’s go.”

She gave him a quizzical smile. “Curiouser and curiouser.” Jenn followed him out.

They walked in silence, leaving the House of Lamentation behind. Lucifer realized it was too late to make their reservations. It figured that his brothers would find a way to ruin the night. But he wasn’t going to lose. He was too proud to give up, especially now that he had Jenn all to himself. “Are you alright going to Hell’s Kitchen?”

“Yeah. That actually sounds great. I know Ristorante has better food, but sometimes you just want a Hellfire Curry, you know?” She snaked her arm through his and leaned against him.

Lucifer luxuriated in the feel of her for a moment, just enjoying the closeness and the quiet. “Mmm. Yes, that does sound good.”

She bumped against his hip lightly. “So . . . is tonight a special occasion? It’s not an anniversary. Or my birthday.”

“It isn’t. But it is a very special night.”

“Why is that, hm?”

“Patience.” He smiled down at her.

She pretended a pout, but the glimmer in her eyes told him she was enjoying the mystery.

The restaurant wasn’t very busy and they were able to get a good table with a view of the city street. Lucifer listened to Jenn recount her day, the frustration with curses and her improvements in alchemy. He loved listening to her. It wasn’t just her voice either. It was the excitement in her, the joy with which she approached everything. As if the day to day life in the Devildom were a grand adventure.

“Do you ever miss home? The mortal realm,” Lucifer asked when she fell silent.

Jenn’s smile faded a little. “I do. I miss my brothers. My friends. But -” she took a breath, “I know I can always go back if I want to. And I really love being here. I love living in the House of Lamentation and going to RAD. I love you.”

A warmth lit Lucifer’s heart. It was so different from the raw lust he felt for her, the possessiveness, the pride of having her choose him. It was more gentle, harkening to a time before but still very much a part of the demon he was now. As if those two opposite pieces of his life melded at her touch. “I know you do. But I want to make sure you continue to be happy here.”

“Well. I am.” She smiled brightly again.

They finished dinner and Lucifer ordered a slice of Hell cheesecake to share. He lifted the first forkful and held it up for her to take a bite.

“You’ve got to be joking. I can feed myself.”

“Of course you can. But this is a date. Or are you saying you won’t let me do this? After everything you have let me do?” The depths of his eyes sparkled with mischief.

Jenn giggled. “Oh fine. As long as no one is looking.”

“If anyone does, I’ll destroy them.”

“You know, I’m never sure if you’re joking when you say that.” She opened her mouth to let him feed her.

“Neither am I,” he admitted, leaning forward and sliding the fork between her lips. He watched the sensual way she closed her mouth around it, the pure pleasure of something sweet on her tongue. She was so beautiful when she was enjoying herself.

She took the fork from his hand. “Your turn.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“It’s only fair. You wouldn’t deny me, would you?” She batted her eyelashes at him.

“I can deny you nothing.” He parted his lips with an expectant look.

Jenn blushed as she gently pushed a bit of cheesecake into his mouth. “Wow. I didn’t think you really would.”

“If you ask it of me and it is in my power, I will give it.” He took her hand and kissed it.

“I’ll have to think of something really good then.” She laughed, though her gaze was serious. “You know I would do the same for you.”

“You already told me you love me,” Lucifer smiled back at her.

They left the restaurant, and he took her the long way home. The path that led up the hill where the park sat in eternal twilight. Night-roses and fire blossoms spread their petals under the twinkling stars. A blood-red crescent moon peeked over the distant horizon. Delicate skeletal moths flitted through the air beneath the gaze of more dangerous things that hunted in the Devildom skies.

“It’s a really nice night.” Jenn squeezed his hand.

Lucifer nodded but his gaze wasn’t on the park or the night sky. He was watching the most lovely bloom of all. For a moment, he felt as if all the air was knocked out of him. His chest constricted, tight and unyielding, as he sank down onto one knee.

Jenn’s eyes went wide, her lips parted with a surprised breath.

“I want you by my side. You will marry me.” He slipped the tiny velvet box from his pocket and opened the lid. The Eye of the Abyss glowed with its own soft light, the stars inside moving in an arcane dance as old as time itself.

“I . . . are you . . .” She seemed at a loss for words.

“Yes. That is the only response I will accept.” The words were bold but his heart clenched and thudded against his ribcage.

“Yes. Oh. Oh yes! Yes! Yes! YES. I - I never imagined you - I mean marriage? To me?” Her hand shook as she reached tentatively for the ring.

Lucifer slipped it onto her finger. It fit perfectly, as he’d known it would. “When we made our pact, I never intended to let you go. And now I never will.” He pulled her into his arms, hungry for her touch.

The kiss began gently, almost nervous as if it were their first. But passion took over and Lucifer could not help but dominate her. His lips claimed her, his tongue tasted her, reveling in the possession of her mouth. His hands slipped beneath the hem of her dress, stroking her calves, her thighs.

She was no less eager, popping the buttons of his shirt in her greed to feel his skin.

Lucifer wanted to tear her panties from her and let his tongue delve those depths as well, but it was pride that stopped him. Here, in the park, he could not do all of the things he wanted to her. It would be a quick love-making. A sensual snack to taunt his desire, but not nearly enough to sate him.

He picked Jenn up. “We are going home.”

Her laugh surprised him. “You’re gonna make me wait, after that kiss?”

“Yes.” He grinned. “I am going to tease you the whole way back. Patience, remember?” He slid his finger across the silk between her legs, feeling the warmth beneath.

Jenn shivered, her breath a little unsteady. “Oh. Oh that’s cruel.”

“And you love it.” He gave her another hungry kiss.

“I do,” she admitted when he drew back.

“Good. Because it’s too late for you to escape now.” Lucifer carried her back, and true to his promise, he made every step of the trip home a pleasurable torment for them both.

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