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luci with a short ma le reader the uses as an arm rest please?
Shorter!reader, male!reader, reader has anger issues, Lucifer is a smug mf, mutual pining
Warnings: Silliness all the way
Notes: I gotchu darlin'. My first ever male reader request, finally!! Sorry if it's too short (get it? short haha...), I have writer's block rn, so it's hard for me to even get to work 🥹🥹 But I cannot leave my requests hangin', so have it, nevertheless! Enjoy.
First of all, damn how come you're shorter than Lucifer?
Well, at least you're taller than Niffty, that's something. I'm sorry
The demon wonders that too when he first meets you. Considering that the first thing you do is...
Laugh at him.
"Damn, who would've thought that the king of hell would be this..." You gesticulate with your hand. "...Small."
You have the nerve to behave like that towards him, I'll give you that.
But the sight of Lucifer standing next to Alastor, who's a freaking giant compared to him is just too funny.
Until the irritated monarch comes up to you.
Everything would be fine, if it weren't for that you are MUCH shorter than him.
Damn it, genes!
The sight from above would be even funnier; an angry duckling, just looking up.
But he wasn't looking up, he was looking down. And he was fucking terrifying.
But hot.
You were just about to say "Sorry, daddy", but bit your tongue.
That would be kinda gay.
And a death wish to the boot.
But to your surprise, you weren't dead — yet. Instead, you felt something resting on your head.
Which was his arm.
How the tables have turned...
"Sooorry, couldn't hear you from down there, what were you saying?" He exaggerates smugly and leans into you even more, causing you to bend under the weight.
Oh, come on! You're not even that short! (You are.)
You try to free yourself from the fallen angel's strength, but fail miserably, as his smile widens even more.
So this is your life now...
From now on, whenever Lucifer visited the hotel, he bullied you, mercilessly.
Although the demon wouldn't admit it himself, it was only because he took a liking to you and your snarky behaviour.
That's why he loved turning it against you.
You were drinking with Husk? Lucifer sat next to you and used your head as an arm rest, causing you to slouch in your seat, comically.
You were trying to decorate the hotel with everyone and couldn't reach somewhere?
"Hey, dumbasses! I can't reach the place you made me 'decorate'!" You yelled with irritation. Why was the world always against you?
After Angel told you to chill and Charlie apologized a little too much, Lucifer appeared.
"Dad?! What're you..."
"Don't worry sweetie, I got this." After saying this, he immediately scoops you up and using his wings, he flies up to the place (or rather much higher than it was needed).
You blush furiously and swear him out in every language you know, just to hide the fact, that you like being bridal carried by him a little too much. Gay.
"Y-You! You dumbass king! You, you, you...! You dumbo! Dumb bitch!"
"Stop struggling! Is dumb the only word you know?!"
Anyway, you try to break free, and it ends with you falling on Lucifer and him falling face flat on the floor. Ouch.
Well, to put it mildly, your relationship was... Funny.
One day, you were vibing in the library, as usual.
But you couldn't reach the book on the last shelve, even after standing on a stool. Great.
(Un)fortunely for you, Lucifer was just looking for you.
Seeing you struggle as always put a smile on his face.
"Need some help with getting that?"
"Shut the fuck up. I can get this myself." You jumped up on the stool, but with no result. You tried to do it more times, but it was the same.
"Sooooo?" God, you wanted to wipe his stupid, smug grin off his face.
But you didn't have a choice. Bearing yourself, you groaned. "Get that for me."
"Couldn't hear you from down there, what did you say?"
"I'm... I'm literally higher than you, now."
He ignored his obvious slip up and you sighed.
"Can you..." You groaned again. "... Please, get that for me?"
When you still didn't receive a reaction, you asked, as if on the verge of irritation. "...Seriously?"
"Yes." He straightened out.
You facepalmed, cringing, but said it either way, in monotone voice. "Oh, the all mighty and incredibly hot king of hell, please, for fuck's sake, GET ME THE BOOK!"
Wow. You really had stroked his ego with that. Apart from the last part. "Gladly."
In a blink of an eye, he flies up and, as if teasingly, leans on you to reach the shelf.
Unfortunately, the stool you were standing on wasn't a very stable thing.
So naturally, you fell down. And it looked painful.
Lucifer hadn't expected that in the slightest, probably forgetting his strength. So when you let out a pained groan, he starts to panic.
Blabbering incoherently, he fails to notice that you are okay and have literally stood up a while ago.
Your irritation has now reached its peak.
Who gave him the right to be this fucking cute while being so annoying at the same time?!
You pull the literal king of hell by his bow tie to reach your level.
Your noses were basically touching at this point. You definitely were intruding his personal space, but your anger was stronger than your common sense.
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." You whispered harshly.
And as if subconsciously, without even feeling the movement of your body, you pulled him into a kiss, in which you expressed all of your pent-up frustration.
Utterly flustered Lucifer didn't even know how to react, so he just gave into your heated frustration.
After a while though, you move away and look into his confused eyes, slowly realising what you did.
You turn around, not to show your undoubtedly too red face.
"You are so fucking annoying, dumbass." You just say, trying not to voice break while doing so.
You quickly run away from the situation, leaving the profusely blushing Lucifer completely flabbergasted.
And then...
"LET'S FUCKING GOOO!"
You just cheered, being able to be finally honest.
End notes: Maybe it's not any good, but I tried to cook up something a little different! I hope you've enjoyed this lil' drabble and stay tuned for new posts!
Summary: Angels have always wrapped their wings around the ones they love in a display of the highest form of admiration and affection. Lute's yet to do it to you, until the most recent extermination, that is.
An angel wrapping their wings around another had always been seen as an intimate thing in Heaven and elsewhere, a sign of love and affection that was reserved only for those cherished the most. It was almost as serious as a sincere, straight-from-the-heart, confession of love.
You had always wanted another angel to wrap their wings around you, that other angel in question being Lute, your sweet (to you), yet violent girlfriend. However, she had always been far from affectionate, a result of her upbringing and training as a soldier, as well as her lack of experience in romantic relationships.
You had wrapped your wings around her plenty of times, the feeling of holding her close in such a warm, loving way made you feel like you had ascended beyond Heaven and into something even better. Yet, she never returned the gesture. Did she not see your relationship as seriously as you saw it? You thought that you'd never get to experience her showing you her love in the way only an angel could.
Until the most recent extermination.
She had come home in a horrible shape, one of her eyes swollen and black, bright gold, angelic blood dripping from her nose, and the cuts on her forehead and cheek. The same golden blood covered parts of her uniform, and in utter disbelief, you tried to convince yourself it wasn't hers until you saw the missing arm which you could only pray would heal back.
You opened your mouth, ready to say her name in shock, unable to say much else; until she sprung forward, wrapping you tightly in her remaining arm, followed by her wings closing around you, and she buried her face into your shoulder.
"Lute—" You began, cutting yourself off when heard the soft sound of her crying, something you had never heard or seen from her before.
"I'm sorry." She sniffled, hugging you even tighter. "I know crying is weak a-and—"
"Don't apologize. Never apologize for that." You reassured her, finally overcoming your shock and hugging her back.
"Adam's dead, and so are so many others," She explained, moving to face you. Her eyes held fear and desperation you never expected to see from her, and it looked as if tears threatened to spill from those same eyes even harder as she struggled to hold them back. "When I was in the middle of that battle I couldn't help but think, 'What if I die? What if I never see you again?' I know I've been blessed to have you show me so much love, and I haven't returned even a fraction of it."
Now, it was your turn to begin crying. "Oh, Lute," You murmured, softly cradling her face in your hands. As you wiped her tears away, the feeling of warmth around you dawned on you. You had been too caught up in the moment to notice the way she had wrapped her wings around you; the ultimate sign of an angel's love, and it felt like it, too. It felt like you were falling in love with her all over again, and it was divine.
You kissed her passionately, making sure to put every single ounce of wonderful emotion she was making you feel into the way your lips moved against hers. She kissed back with the same intensity, wings pulling you in ever closer. The kiss felt like it could last forever, but unfortunately, all good things must come to an end eventually.
When it ended you looked at each other, a mutual sharing of adoration for the other between you two. She glanced down, taking notice of how tightly she was holding you, a light blush covering her face at the realization. She let you go, giving you a sheepish smile and a 'sorry' for holding you so tightly.
"Don't apologize. It felt nice." You replied, smiling back at her warmly. Your attention then turned to her wounds. "Let's get you patched up, okay? That looks like it hurts."
She nodded, watching as you began to head further into your house in search of a first-aid kit. She called out your name, stopping you.
"I love you, I really do. Thank you."
You smiled at her. "I know. Just take your time. I know these things don't come easy to you."
I have Stella brainrot and it's not going to end soon... Literally drew her instead of writing today AND IM NOT EVEN GOOD AT IT WHY WOULD I DO THAT?????? I think I may be a little gay................ A little, more like IMMENSELY. First Lute, now her, looks like I have a thing for toxic women...
↳ song recommendation | paper rings by taylor swift
↳ i gotchu mio! and i’m sorry that your week hasn’t been the best, so i made this extra special for you. i hope you enjoy, darlin’!
☓ | vaggie immediately takes notice that you’re not acting like yourself the moment you start feeling down. your cheerful, optimistic self was down in the dumps because of how rough your week had been. it was like a tornado had come and hit you right in the face with a shit ton of problems to solve. you helped charlie a lot with her management position as well as vaggie, but the princess had been working so hard that you wanted to help her out by taking a few tasks into your own hands. then a few became several, then several became a lot, and finally it all became too much. and your girlfriend had taken notice, so she made you hand off your duties to one of the other hotel workers.
☓ | she will make sure that none of the residents bother you, and maybe even ask niffty to bake you some cookies. then she quickly follows you to your room to check on you, only to find you distraught and in a panic. vaggie is already at your aid before you can even register she’s in the room with you, holding your face and searching for signs of any injuries. once you explain to her your woes, she is quite sympathetic to your feelings and immediately wants to do anything in her power to make this pain go away. so she’ll tell you to grab your favorite pjs and come to the bathroom while she runs some warm water for you.
☓ | so she’ll run you a nice warm bath with lavender bath salts so you can relax the rest of the day. she’ll wash your hair for you as well, even though she knows you can handle it yourself. she will of course let you rant about your day, how awful it had been and what exactly had happened. all the while, your girlfriend listened intently at each word. vaggie enjoys doing little things for you because you’re always doing extra special surprises or giving her gifts, so this is her way of repaying you.
☓ | skin care with you is also something that she loves to do with you to calm you down, even if it isn’t exactly her thing. she knows exactly what products you use because you two usually get ready for bed with each other every night so she’s familiar with your routine. but instead of you doing it yourself, she will do it for you. she’ll gently apply the products to your face, making sure to avoid your eyes so you don’t get any liquid in them. then once your face is washed, she’ll lightly pat your face down then continue with your usual routine.
☓ | afterwards, she’ll spend the rest of the night with you cuddling you til you fall asleep. or, if you need to cry, she’ll let you get your tears out as she holds you. she won’t even mind if you soak her nightgown in tears, as long as you’re going to be okay again.
you and your girlfriend were in the bathroom with her sitting behind you to comb out your hair. you rambled on and on about your day, never missing a single detail but vaggie didn’t mind. “he was soooo mean, vaggie. i mean, he even spit on me! who does that anymore?” you groaned, making exaggerated hand motions as you moved around in your seat.
“he sounds like an ass, hon. but are you sure you didn’t make the wrong deal with the wrong guy?” vaggie said while carefully combing through the knots in your hair.
you looked at her quizzically, an eyebrow raised. “what? no.”
she smiled down at you, then looked through the mirror. she knew sometimes you got things confused, she was only worried about you. “whatever you say, honey. just tell me what you need…”
a/n — I got this fic out wayyy later than I wanted because I got so side tracked with that OC shit.
summary — Velvette teaches the reader how to dance.
warnings — cursing(???), I guess??, really nothing, just fluff fluff fluff
“Velvette, oh my god. Stop laughing!” You hiss from across the room
Velvette did, in fact, not even stop to take a breath. She simply kept snorting and giggling at you relentlessly.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she said through snickers, “It’s just that any old buffoon knows how to dance.”
“Well, I’m not any old buffoon,” you cross your arms and roll your eyes.
“Aw, come on!” Velvette teased, crossing towards you, “No need to pout, darling. It’s cute.”
She didn’t hesitate to take your hands in hers and place them on each side of her hips.
“Here, let me show you,” She said, queuing up music on her phone, “You pick up a thing or two watching Valentino and Vox fuck around with this shit.”
“Velv, I don’t think you know the challenge you’re getting yourself into, right now,” You joke, but really you were completely serious.
“Bullshit,” she said, “I’ll be damned if I don’t turn you into a great dancer by the end of the night.”
You still look hesitant so she adds, “Don’t worry, i’ll tell you what to do.”
She places her hands on your shoulders and starts to move her hips slightly, leading your hands in the same direction. You take the hint and move your feet.
You’re awkward, though, clumsily swaying side to side with little to no rhythm. Your feet try to follow hers, but you end up stepping on her shoes.
She tries to hide her huff, those shoes took forever to finish and now they’re scuffed.
“No, sweetheart. Find the beat, “ She uses her hands on your chest to push you in the right direction. “Here, follow my feet. Right, then back, then left, then forward.”
“I’m no good at this, Velvette.”
“If you keep complaining, of course not,” she snips, glancing up at you with a quiet reassuring smile.
She wasn’t good at quiet or comfort so it wasn’t entirely convincing, however you trust in her and followed her steps.
Finally, Velvette sighed in relief. You were starting to get a hang of it. She reaches further up to comfortably rest her hands on your shoulders.
“Good, darling. Just like that,” she says.
Your eyes are focused on your feet for one last moment, chanting her instructions under your breath.
At last, you look up at her, falling into a secure rhythmic peace. The room is silent for one moment and you just stare at her.
She looked beautiful, to say the least. And the funny thing is, in any other situation, you would have told her that directly. But it felt wrong to break the peace in that moment; soft music coming from Velvette phone speaker, her gazing up at you adoringly.
She broke eye contact and moved closer, resting her head on your chest as you both danced.
After a long moment, and an entire song, she pulls away from you and moves one of her hands off your shoulders, taking yours.
She lifts it up above her, “Look, now you spin me,” she says, doing the motion.
She spins away from you and looks at you expectantly, “Now, pull me closer and i’ll spin back into you, and then you can—“
Her sentence is cut off with a small yelp as you yank her towards you, making her twirl back into your arms, and dipping her.
“Something like that?” You ask with a proud smile, gazing down at her.
For a moment, she still looks surprised by your quick motion, but then the smile returns, “Yes, yes, you flirt. Exactly like that.”
She leans up to kiss you, arms wrapping around your neck. You still clutch onto her waist, grinning into the kiss.
“Okay, okay, get off of me, you big idiot,” she says through a smile, “See? I told you I was right.”
“Yeah, yeah. I guess i’m pretty good at dancing now, right?” you lean away from her and laugh.
“Well, don’t get ahead of yourself. You’re no ballerina, that’s for damn sure,” She takes your hand and leads you away, “Alright, dance lesson over. Let’s watch a movie.”
“Whatever you say, teacher,” and you let her lead you to the couch.
She cozies up and rests her head on your chest as you sling an arm around her, pulling her closer. With that, you finally settle down for the night.
a/n — this fic was inspired by fade into you by mazzy star if it wasn’t incredibly obvious BTW!!
Ok so request thing it can be headcannons or one shot I don't really mind and feel free to ignore this up to you!
Husk x reader where the reader works at the bar with him
gn!reader, bartender!reader, fluff, mutual pining, talkative!reader, old people in love
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and being drunk, obviously. Otherwise pure fluff.
Notes: Of course I can do it, anon! You're so polite, thank you for your consideration 🫶 I didn't know if you wanted it romantic or platonic, so I did romantic, since I love romance and unfortunately couldn't manage to do a Valentines special :( I added a few things, like reader characterisation, cause the request was kinda short and brief, I hope it's not a problem! And since you were nice I did both headcanons and a one-shot!
You and Husk worked together at the bar for a long time.
Or should I say, you were forced to, since you both made a deal with Alastor.
Including you, Husk and Niffty in his shenanigans was a norm, cause it's not like you could say no. What's worse was he took a bit of a liking for the three of you (maybe because of sheer amusement).
At some point, you just accepted your fate and rolled with it, trying to have fun while doing so.
Unlike Husk. He was a born pessimist and being happy was not something he was especially good at. Though with you, he seemed a bit more playful and sarcastic.
Mimzy often made fun of you two, because of your very different attitudes, but also similarities, like your love for alcohol (or rather drinking away your sorrows).
Every single resident of Hazbin Hotel (Alastor's new "investment") thought you were basically made for eachother, since you were perfectly making up for each others flaws.
Husk was more of a listener and you were more of a talker. When there weren't any customers to serve, he just listened to your yapping for hours, never getting bored.
When there was a customer though, they were certainly going to have fun talking to you. It was never boring when you were around. Husk's quiet presence was needed too, especially when someone just needed to vent.
What made you different from yourself as banterders, was your way of preparing drinks.
He focused more on the taste and if the liquor was strong or light enough for the person he was serving it for and you focused more on the presentation and the way of making the drink. You always had some tricks up your sleeve and amazed everyone.
If you fucked up with your little show, though, Husk always cleaned up after you, without saying a word.
After a long day, he often poured you two a drink. You sat on the other side of the counter in silence, enjoying each others presence. You didn't even need to tell him what you wanted. At this point, he just knew.
Husk also knew that he could trust you, mutually. Not only with making a nice drink, but also in everything else.
He and you knew one another's weaknesses, secrets and past, but there was a silent understanding between you, that when something like that was said, it was never mentioned again.
Past was in the past, the present is happening now. It was something you both agreed on.
Although what you haven't admitted to eachother, was that for decades you have been hiding a massive crush on one another.
Someone once said that opposites attract. Well, it was certainly the case for you two.
At first almost everyone thought you were dating. Your feelings are so obvious.
But not for you two...
It was the time of closing again.
You were spread out on the counter and tired as fuck. Your constant tricks and talkative behaviour were sometimes exhausting you a little too much. Husk knew it, that's why he didn't really feel the need to ask. He just quietly accepted your difference and tried to cheer you up, in his own way.
As a muffled groan of tiredness escaped your lips, you suddenly felt something cold against your forehead. Groggily opening your eyes, a sight of Husk holding two glasses of pure vodka was seen.
- Good work today, kid - he just said plainly, holding out one of them to you.
You didn't know why, but the bartender really liked to call you "kid", although you weren't that much younger than him. Well, you didn't exactly mind, since it made you feel young again. You just rolled your eyes at his weirdness, smiling a little and gladly took the drink.
- Thanks, old man. What would I do without you? - you played along and Husk smirked at the hint of sarcasm in your voice.
Then he looked down at the counter with a thoughtful look. You raised your eyebrow at that.
- You're thinking of something dumb again, aren't you?
The bartender just shrugged, not seeming to care about your opinion and proceeded to lift himself up on it.
- Oh, for fucks sake, I knew it - you shook your head, pretending to be irritated and moved away to give him space.
With a grunt, he managed to sit down on it. You fought the urge to clap for his achievement. But just as he took a sip of his vodka and was about to jump down, a loud groan escaped his lips.
"Oho. It's starting." You just thought to yourself, snorting.
The, as you stated correctly before, old man laid down on the counter, still holding the vodka, seemingly in pain.
A loud "UGH!" escaped his lips and you tried to hold back your laughter.
After some time of trying not to choke on your drink, you finally asked:
- You done?
- Yeah, I'm feeling perfectly fine, thank you for fucking asking - he just stated with his usual low voice, looking at you and pretending to be hurt by your lack of worry.
Typical Husk. Always trying a little too much to cheer you up, even at his expense. It was the usual.
But the thing is, he wouldn't act like that for just anyone. You knew. Yet, you still doubted.
Was it from your natural closeness? You've worked with him for years, always having a good relationship.
You were... Friends.
He had other friends too, but he wouldn't act that... Soft and playful with them. This... Touchy.
So the question is: did he want more?
Did you want more?
You shoke off the thoughts, realising you definitely got lost in them for much longer than expected. Your lips were hurting from nibbling on the glass too much.
Husk, who was still laying on the counter, although a little closer to you at this point, seemed worried about your behaviour.
- Huh. That bad? - he asked rhetorically, partially to you and to himself.
- No, it's... I've been just thinking... - you looked away, giving him a vague answer, so not fitting for you.
Usually, you would just help him get up, still smiling and in a better mood. Both your hand and his paw in direct contact, you would feel his soft fur... Sometimes he pulled you down with him on purpose, summing it up with an unapologetic "Whoops".
Maybe you just didn't experience physical touch for too long, but it made you feel...
Just like a teenager again.
Like you were still a human child, experiencing their first crush. The butterflies in your stomach, your soft, flustered smile; it hasn't changed. Maybe you lived your life once and fucked up. But these little moments after working your ass off and then being cheered up by someone you were truly content with, it was priceless.
It is pretty corny, isn't it?
Demon feeling like they still have a heart of a human or maybe some parts of it.
Well, it was certainly strange, but it felt good.
That good, in fact, that you needed to express it.
Without a second thought you leaned down, looking Husk in the eyes. He raised his brow, the worried expression dissapearing. Maybe you would just smile and play it off like a joke, like you always did?
But you didn't.
You didn't even talk. Your actions spoke.
- What're you... - Husk felt conflicted and suspicious of your silence, but he couldn't finish his thought.
Your hand was drawn to the bartender's cheek and your lips pecked his forehead. It was quick and almost felt like nothing. There was a small chance he wouldn't even notice it.
But he did.
When it came to you, he felt everything. Even the lightest touch, the softest smile.
But just as he was about to say something, you stood up, stretching, as if nothing had happened.
- Oh my. Look at the time. We sure did outdid ourselves. Hell of an alcohol break - you snorted at your little joke and just as you were to flee, as you always did, a hand grabbed you from behind.
It was Husk, standing. Huh. So he could get up by himself afterall.
- You must be shitting me. The night is still young, kid. - his unreadable expression quickly curled up into a smile - Care for another drink?
End notes: Hope you enjoyed this lil' thingy, anon! And I hope I did it right, since I haven't been writing Husk much. Old people in love is my favourite type of romance ever, so I needed to include it somehow hahaha If you wanted something else, please request again when the requests open, I will gladly oblige! Until next time. Stay tuned!
I would love to see more of Alastor x or just with a male reader, doesn’t necessarily have to be in a romantic relationship yk could also be like son or brother, would love to see Alastor with a younger brother I think it would be fun :)
Imagine Alastor brother/son/partner in this outfit or types of clothes ❣️
Lute headcanons? I don't think you've done her yet and I just love all the other things you've done
A/N: For those who like Lute, I definitely recommend going and listening to Jessica Vosk's cover of A Million Dreams. Hearing the voice of Lute sing something like that almost gave me whiplash.
Character: Lute
Type: Headcanons (Lute x reader, Fluff)
It takes a while for Lute to let her walls down around anyone, really. With Adam, he mostly just inserted himself in her life like he belonged there. But when it comes to love, Lute is more than a little reluctant. She views it as a potential weakness, and she refuses to be viewed as weak.
But alas, the exorcist is drawn to you, it drove her crazy in the beginning. She did her best to ignore it, but she couldn’t get it out of her head. Adam had even called her out on it. He was pretty blunt about it too, outright telling her to just fuck and get it over with. That one didn’t particularly go over well.
She can be pretty protective of you too. Fiercely so. Even before you were in a relationship. Once, another exorcist had been talking shit about you, and the end result had been Lute being suspended for a week and the other angel unable to fly for two. Adam hadn’t been too pleased about having to bail her out of that one.
Even if she is confident in your relationship, she can still get a little jealous from time to time. Though, if you purposefully make her jealous, expect to pay for it later.
While the lieutenant might not necessarily mind PDA, it’s a hard no while she’s on duty. Though, I’m sure if you press her buttons enough while she’s on the job, she’ll grab you by the wrist and drag you off somewhere, before pushing you against the wall and kissing you hard.
Lute might be rough around the edges, but that doesn’t mean that she can’t be sweet. While she may not necessarily be one for grand gestures, she’ll still go out of her way to do these little things for you, like maybe leaving behind a couple of little notes for you. Sometimes it’s surprising you with your favorite food, or maybe even an impromptu date. Out and about she might act all tough, but behind closed doors she’s different. That’s not to say that sometimes that softer side will come out around others. It’s gotten her teased many a time by the other exorcists and Adam.
She can be pretty easy to fluster if you know what you’re doing too. Of course, she’ll be sure to return the favor and be entirely too smug about it too. And honestly, the smirk that tugs at her lips will only make your blushing worse.
Could you write like general headcanons for Lute with a (somehow) sinner partner? (Maybe dated before death or something)
A/N: I had fun with this one, there's so much potential angst in it I love it
Character: Lute
Type: Headacanons (Lute x sinner!reader who dated in life, Angst, Fluff)
When she first saw you, she did a double take. She already knew you weren’t in heaven, but shit, seeing you in hell left her reeling. It was your voice that gave it away, you didn’t look the same, but it was you. There was no doubt in her mind.
She manages to steer other exorcists away. In doing so you manage to catch a glimpse of her, though, with her mask on, you didn’t recognize her. But that doesn’t mean that you weren’t confused. You were sure that you had made eye contact with the exorcist.
She doesn’t approach you, not until she’s ready. And she definitely wasn’t ready. And she won’t be, not until a couple of years later. She’ll give chase, cornering you. While Vaggie might have fucked up in letting the sinner go out in the open, she wouldn’t make the same mistake. She pulls you into the ruins of a building. Things quickly escalate, growing more and more complicated with the ensuing back and forth.
The exorcist has some seriously mixed feelings. On the one hand, she still loves you, that much was obvious. She can feel it deep in her heart. But on the other, you’re a sinner and she’s an exorcist. Her literal job is to kill you and the rest of the irredeemable filth of hell. But Lute also knows you. She knew you in life. You were different, she was sure of it.
Lute even finds herself looking forward to the annual extermination more than usual, though not for its true purpose. Adam had initially figured that the longer Lute spent in heaven the more restless she was becoming, so any suspension he might have had, he merely shrugged off. He couldn’t have been farther from the truth.
She goes out of her way to keep this all to herself, knowing that if heaven were to become aware of any of this she would be at risk of falling. And that wasn’t something that she could let happen, not yet at least.
She has a full-on crisis. Should she stop being an exorcist? Should she let you be? Or maybe she should let herself fall? Better still, perhaps she could find a way to bring you up to heaven. She never stopped loving you after all.
C/TW: Praise kink, mommy kink, cock warming implied, reader written as fem!
In which Lucifer, for once, tops and his poor subby body is trying his best to make you proud.
“Just like that Luci…keep doing that.”
Your words of encouragement are what Lucifer clings to in his desperate attempt to please you. His hips get unsteady easily after only a couple of thrusts. He whines in frustration and embarrassment about it.
“Mommy—I can’t…” He whines pathetically.
You click your tongue. “You’re normally such a good boy, Luci. Don’t you wanna make mommy feel good?” Lucifer can only nod, albeit with a look of exhaustion. Poor guys not used to being on top. He feels his cock ache to be drained by you but you’re only allowing him to please himself all on his own.
“Come ‘ere.” You invite him in an embrace. He crawls on top of you, almost collapsing from how trembly his legs are. You press a light kiss to his ear before whispering, “just focus on me okay? Focus on how snug and warm I keep you, okay baby?”
He melts at your words.
“Yes m’ dear,” His forearms rest on either side of your head as he lines himself up to push in again. He pushes as far as he can go, wanting to be as balls deep as he possibly can.
He starts thrusting with your guidance. Your voice reassuring him to take his time, set a nice rhythm, all the while your gentle and cute little moans are gracing his ears.
He finds a nice rhythm and focuses on keeping his cool. He can’t desperately fuck you to relieve himself just yet. Though the temptation is strong, he wants to make you proud.
“Mmm… baby… you’re making me feel so good…” Your moans of encouragement drive him crazy. He wants to selfishly beg you to ride him, fuck you both for him until he passes out. But he knows that’s selfish and you take care of him so often, it’s only fair he returns the favour every now and then.
Your walls clamp around on him so deliciously he’s got sweat on his forehead, panting and moaning into your ear. He almost allows himself to fall into the pleasure, feeling weak, and desperate for a release that only you seem to know how to give him.
A slight change in angle and he hears a gasp. He keeps thrusting, eyes fluttered closed as he uses all his energy to focus. Your grip on his shoulders tighten and your moans are more pitched and frequenter.
“Fuck!” You gasp. “Mmmm… right there Luci… right there, you’re gonna make mommy cum…”
Your praise, mixed with how you tightened around him and his pridefulness in making you feel good, brings some more needy moans from him.
“…you’re doing so good… so perfect my pretty baby…” You tug his hair. Running your fingers over his sensitive wing base causes him to whimper.
Lucifer shudders at your delicate touch. He holds his climax back until you’ve cummed all over his cock and balls. He still keeps his pace though so you can ride out your high.
Now feeling the overstimulation, you bring your hands to caress Lucifers face to give him a sloppy kiss. “Go ahead honey…Cum as much as you want.”
Not a second later, Lucifer is thrusting his hips at a more rapid pace, only a bit sloppy this time around, as he chases his own already nearing orgasm.
He finishes with one final deep thrust, moaning pathetically as he feels himself empty his warm cum into your aching cunt.
He collapses on top of you with a heavy chest and still connected between your legs. “Thank you my love…” He kisses the place between your neck and shoulder.
You run your fingers through his messy blonde hair. Lucifers exhaustion and the comfort you give him is enough to lull him to sleep. Before he can drift off though, you tug on his hair.
“Don’t fall asleep yet, Luci. I still gotta clean your pretty cock.”
Lucifer feels his cock twitch inside you. Oh yeah.
You’re gonna suck the life out his cock tonight.
I haven’t really written smut in FOREVER. OHMYGOD. I hope you enjoyed it lmao
