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A pact with Lucifer Lucifer x f!mc (reader) 🔥 Explicit/NSFW smut
Lucifer agrees to make a pact with you in lesson 20... and takes you to his room to make you his.
Wounded pride Pt1: Avoiding MC 101 Lucifer x f!mc (reader) Mature (mentions of sex/bondage)
Our avatar of pride is having some issues confronting his feelings after the Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup incident. You're sick of his disappearing act. Things come to a head.
Wounded Pride Part 2: Who's in Control? Lucifer x f!mc (reader) 🔥 Explicit NSFW smut, Dom Lucifer, spanking/punishment (consensual), edging
You decide talking is overrated. Why not show the avatar of pride just how you feel about him? And get a little payback while you're at it!
Commissioned art by the supremely talented @pseudonymphomania
First of all, Diavolo is strong. Really strong. Even if he plays the chill card, he's been thoroughly trained to endure all sorts of pains, and therefore, his resistance, pain tolerance and restraint and discipline is actually really strong
Deep down, because of his spoiled nature, he's rarely punished, so he loves it when you (or Lucifer...or you AND Lucifer...) put him in his place
I mean, he waited a long time for you, so his patience is also really steady, so you don't even need to restrain him. He'll clasp his hands behind his back and watch you do your job
He's also really loud, shamelessly so. He'd be moaning, whimpering and letting out all sorts of pathetic noises while frustrated tears glint in his eyes
But overall, he's needy. So he'd look at you, begging for him to cum, that he has learned his lesson and will never do it again
...But you know better than that. He can be quite manipulative, and how much he enjoys being punished, so you keep it up a little more
And if Lucifer is there? He's chiming in, inviting himself to cum, putting his cock in his mouth while you use Diavolo's to cum
When the two of you team up, Lucifer likes to enable your sadistic side and be a little mean to Diavolo
If you're alone, then you melt a bit before you planned, allowing him to cum
But if Lucifer is there? He'll make sure he doesn't cum in a week.
Suffices to say, Diavolo will be edged and put in the cuck chair for the remainder of that week...if the two of you are feeling generous, that is
Pairings: Mal Volari x Daenarya [Blades of Light & Shadow (Book 2, Chapter 4)]
Word Count: ~ 650
Rating/Warnings: General, angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of (but not in graphic description) canon injuries, bruises, choking, blood
Synopsis: After barely surviving Valax’s attack, Mal and Daenarya cling to a fragile moment of peace.
A/N: Can we just stop and stare and gaze in awe of this incredible masterpiece by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd. It took my breath away! This drabble was not what I planned when I commissioned this art, but the minute I saw the final piece, this idea popped in my head and I had to get it out! No edits. No revisions. Just a raw piece to match how raw and tender this feels.
The river turned pink beneath their hands as they washed their wounds.
They shared a quiet understanding in their weary gaze. His mouth opened to speak, but she shook her head once.
What was there to say?
They were no match for her. They were foolish to think that being a team would save them. The Shadow Court had never left them this... defeated. There was a pause when Nia was taken, but it had only strengthened their resolve. Now?
Now, they were unraveling.
After one fight. One fight. And they were barely breathing.
No. It was more than that.
Physically beaten down, they could come back from. This was something else. Something worse.
Hopelessness.
The river swallowed the evidence of their injuries. The ribbons of pink that surrounded them drifted downstream in the darkness.
His rough hands grazed over her back with restrained tenderness, letting the water drift over her injuries from when her body had cracked against the tree.
Her body trembled beneath him, the memory threatening to rise again.
His touch stilled.
"Daenarya."
Her eyes closed as he whispered her name.
It was softer now.
Safer.
Unlike the last time.
Her eyes squeezed together, a vile taste rising in her throat.
He screamed her name as Valax held her by the throat, dangling above the ground like she was nothing.
Her fingers reached for her neck. Her breathing became ragged.
"I can't—"
Mal shifted in front of her, taking her hands in his own. "It's okay. You're safe. It's okay."
"It's not." She choked to catch a breath. "We can't beat her."
Again, he opened his mouth, but no reassurance came.
No clever remark to make her laugh.
No promise of comfort.
Only silence. A silence that he felt just as she did.
His head dipped a moment. He wasn't used to words failing.
Daenarya tried not to think about fingers crushing against her throat. About how her vision blurred as her breath left her. About the way she heard Mal shouting her name as if from somewhere impossibly far away.
The water shifted softly around them.
Mal reached for her slowly, pushing a strand of hair away from her face.
She flinched, but she didn't pull away.
He rested his forehead on hers, holding her as her breath began to shallow. His lips drifted down, brushing kisses over her eyes, her nose, her lips, down to her throat. His lips paused, hovering over the skin that had yet to bruise from Valax's grasp. Gently, he pressed a kiss to her neck.
Valax could not have any part of her.
She inhaled sharply. The memories threatened to pull her back. She wrapped an arm around him, holding him there with him. Even in the pain. Even with the fear. Even in the hopelessness, he was there. They were together. And even if it could only last a moment, it was a moment she needed to hold on to. Without it, the current would pull her down, extinguishing the last embers of light in her.
She nodded slightly, encouraging him to continue.
His hand cradled the back of her neck as he tilted her head, giving him more room. He kissed her throat again.
Not in hunger.
Not in desperation.
Something softer. Something fragile. Something he was terrified to lose.
His kisses slowed, letting her pulse beat against the warmth of his lips. A reminder that she was still there.
The fear did not disappear, but beneath Mal’s touch, it loosened enough for her to breathe again. It wouldn't replace the nightmares or the bruises that would darken her skin by morning, but in the moment, it was enough. It was her anchor. It would keep her from drifting.
The darkness still waited for her, but tonight, she was not facing it alone. Neither of them was.
A/N #2: I haven't replayed Blades 2 since right before Blades 3 so my memory isn't perfect, but I think this fits the battle with Valax from Chapter 4.
Daenarya is pregnant here but she still doesn't know it. This isn't that long after she returns from the other side and since in my AU time works differently, she was only gone a week (for her) but a year for everyone else. So she's about 6 weeks pregnant maybe.
A/N #3: Again this was written without any rewrites and literly just word vomiting from my head so forgive any typos or things that don't make sense with canon.
A/N#4 that art is so freaking stunning. I am just so so overwhelmed with the emotion in it! I hope this drabble comes even slightly close to matching that love and devotion!
The fear did not disappear, but beneath Mal’s touch, it loosened enough for her to breathe again. It wouldn't replace the nightmares or the bruises that would darken her skin by morning, but in the moment, it was enough. It was her anchor. It would keep her from drifting.
“I won’t beg anyone for a blessing to love you” (Cassiel, Heaven’s Secret 3 S2 Ep8)
Watercolour illustration of Cassiel x Audrey
Kuretake Gansai Tambi & Pentel “sky blue” watercolours on Canson Montval 300GSM cold press watercolour paper
It’s been years since the last time I used watercolour for illustration, so I’m a little rusty with transparent media (thank you for your existence, gouache 🥹). Under these, you will see the thumbnail/ planning, process, mediums I used, and the failed pieces lol 😂
Everytime I touch watercolours, they keep reminding me the reason why I left their ass alone for years 😂 They might as well be my reason to start digital.
a/n: happy late birthday to my dear @dutifullynuttywitch ! sharing these fandoms for you is a pleasure and getting to know you this past year has been among my highlights 💕 hope this makes your luci justice! not proofread we die like mc
summary: lucifer punishes mei
nsfw. +18. mdni. spanking + edging. lucifer x f!mc
SPANK!
Lucifer had been punishing Mei for hours now. Sweat seeped through her, her heart beat fast and out of her chest as she was bent over Lucifer's lap, her RAD uniform pulled up so her behind would be exposed.
“Now, let me ask again, Mei. Why am I punishing you?”
Lucifer was known for being a sadist. He enjoyed punishing his brothers, but especially Mei, who looked like she liked giving him an additional headache. Mei's temples pounded, her whole body aching for release, having been edged for hours while he spanked her with gloves on.
Taking a breath, she replied “B-because I, hah, have tried to p-prank you with– oh!” Mei cried out as Lucifer sneaked in two fingers inside her, lazily stroking her.
“Please, continue. Don't mind me.” She could almost feel his smirk. She wanted to punch him, but the desire to ride out the feeling was stronger. Much stronger. Grinding against his fingers, she chased out the much needed orgasm, and when she could feel the pinnacle approaching...
She whined “Lucifer...”
“You still haven't told me why you're being punished. You're not leaving until you say it and express your regret for it.”
That was what she had been trying to do for hours now. But Lucifer kept slipping a finger whenever she tried to explain, and her words just left her. He tortured her, gave her crumbs and continued on. And Mei, maybe being a fool, allowed it. She could get up. She could get dressed and leave. But she couldn't. She wanted it. Because, deep down, she was a sucker for pain. She was a bad girl, and needed to be punished by her sadistic Lucifer.
Closing her eyes, she braced for another slap, her bottom surely red from the spanking.
CLAP!
Her body contorted. It was neither too soft nor too hard, her whole body reacting to the pain mixed with pleasure. She gasped, probably now accustomed to him spanking her.
“One more time, Mei. Why am I punishing you?”
Come on, Mei. She told herself. You can do it. It's just one sentence, and he'll let you cum. I hope.
Bracing herself, despite her body aching all over, she started “Because I tried to ah–,” and there it was, those pesky fingers again. Her vision danced, and her body responded like a thirsty man reacted to water. Her vision almost clouded again. Almost. Biting her lip to the point it bled, she continued “I t-tried to prank you along oh!– alongside Satan and hmm!– Belphie and g-got caught–OH MY GOD!” He added a third finger, and Mei thought she'd die right there. But her resolve was stronger. He had tortured her enough.
“Continue,” That asshole, she thought. He was smirking of pride. But she could be proud as well.
“I'm, hmm, sorry, and have, hah, learned my l-lesson.”
He suddenly stopped. Then, he let out a small proud laugh, “Finally.” He then changed her position so she was straddling him, his desire evident as well. It seems he had been anticipating for her to finish her repentance as well.
Her sweet, sweet regard followed right there.
tagging @webanglikethat cause he's a luci girlie as well teehee
Content warning: Explicit NSFW smut, Dom Lucifer, spanking/punishment (consensual), edging
Part two of Wounded Pride. Part one: How to avoid MC 101
“Alright love, let’s see what we’ve got to work with.”
Asmo spins you around, whistling appreciatively. You wink coquettishly, blowing the mischievous demon a playful kiss. He digs into his drawers and pulls out what can only be described as strings of leather.
“Oooh yes, you’ll look glorious in that, my sweet little lamb. Go on, try it on! 💕”
You step into the demon’s spacious bathroom and try to figure out what those tiny leather bands are supposed to cover. They tie around you in intricate loops, one barely covers your nipples, another your private parts, a few accentuate your perky breasts, toned stomach, hips.
Asmo whistles appreciatively as you step out, a hungry, lustful glint in his eyes.
“Hmm I may have to keep you all to myself, such a sexy little thing…”
He trails his fingers teasingly along the leather bands, sending shivers along your skin, fixing a few straps here and there.
“Asmo…”
You warn playfully. He chuckles, resigned.
“Oh, the things I do for you sweetheart… I’m going to have you dress up again, but just for me, okay? 💕 Now, put these on.”
He hands you black stockings and stilettos. Finally, a red tie you immediately recognize as one of Lucifer’s. He shrugs cheekily as he fastens it around your neck. He then turns you towards one of his many full-length mirrors, hands on your shoulders as he stands behind you. His eyes glint with desire as he observes you taking in your outfit, turning you so you can both admire all the angles.
“Hmm… You’re ready to drive him absolutely crazy. I can barely contain myself you look absolutely delicious you sweet, naughty little thing! 💕”
He nuzzles into your neck. You gently pull back and kiss him on the cheek.
“Thanks, Asmo, I owe you big time.”
“That you do darling, leaving me all hot and bothered.” The demon whines teasingly before pushing you out the door. “Now go, before I decide to keep you here all to myself!”
You wink at him as you pull on your RAD skirt and vest, barely covering up the leather outfit, and slip out into the hallway.
You enter Lucifer’s study and find him at his desk, a pile of paperwork spread out in front of him. He’s got that serious, tired look that pulls at your heartstrings. Always the responsible one. You want to run your hands along his face, erase those worry lines, take his mind away from work…
“Come in. Sit.”
The demon calls out without looking up.
“Yes, Lucifer.”
You hum as you stroll into the room, your stilettos clicking sharply on the floor, making Lucifer finally glance up.
His crimson eyes glint dangerously as he takes you in. Those sharp stilettos, black stockings riding up your long, lithe legs, those lace bands just peeking out from under your short uniform skirt. The top few buttons of your jacket, unbuttoned, no blouse. A hint of leather peeking out, pushing your lovely breasts up, just tempting him to kiss and lick and squeeze them and – oh, that tie – his tie – his… looped around your lovely, delicate neck… How he wants to grab it and pull hard enough to make you squeak as he makes you kneel in front of his now throbbing cock and wrap your lovely mouth around it and take him deep as he spanks you and – what devilry is this?!
Lucifer straightens sharply, shifting to dissimulate his growing erection as he desperately attempts to regain control of the situation. He could not allow himself to become a blubbering fool in front of you again.
It was beneath him.
He was always in control.
“Sit.”
He stiffly nods to the chair across from the desk. Busying his hands shuffling a few piles of paper around the cluttered desk.
You can feel his barely repressed desire through the demon pact’s bond and smirk. You want to keep pushing his buttons.
Drive him over the edge.
You sit down on the proffered chair, crossing your legs, the skirt riding up giving Lucifer a glimpse of bare skin between the lace of the stockings and … black leather?
Lucifer gulps, unable to peel his eyes from the delectable sight. You see one of his hands drop from the table, inching towards his throbbing cock. Needing relief. You lean towards him, exposing more of your legs, ample bosom, keeping a perfectly innocent look on your face.
“You wanted to see me?”
That jolts him back to matters at hand.
“Yes. That behaviour at dinner was rather unbecoming of you.”
“I agree, I’m sorry Lucifer.”
You let out in what you hope sounds a submissive enough tone. Holding back the desire to yell at him for letting his pride overcome him, for treating you like shit all week. No. You’ll get your payback when he’s completely undone for you. He’s not far from it, from what you can see.
Barely holding it in.
Just needs a little push.
“That’s a good start. But what are we to do about your bad behaviour?”
You grin wickedly, uncrossing your legs.
“I think you should punish me. I’ve been a very bad girl.”
Something in him snaps.
In a flash he’s grabbed you and has you draped over his knees.
“Hmmm, a very bad girl indeed. Perhaps a little spanking would do the trick… would you like that, my sweet little lamb?”
He mutters huskily as he pulls on the tie with one hand, tightening it just a little, while his other hand tugs your skirt up and caresses your backside, squeezing, tracing the leather straps teasingly. Testing the sturdiness, pulling and releasing them with a sharp snap against your skin.
Something about that excites you. You barely have time to reply “yes” before –
SLAP
You jolt as he spanks you! Not too hard, but enough to leave a sting.
“How’s that? Do you like it?”
“Hmmmm…”
You mewl as Lucifer continues to caress and squeeze your backside. You can feel heat pooling deep in your belly. He pulls on the tie a little harder, muttering in his deep gravelly voice.
“When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer. Or I will be harsh in my punishments.”
“Yes Lucifer.”
You whisper, squirming on his thighs, rubbing your body against his erection, wholly turned on by this possessiveness, his domineering tone.
“Good girl.”
Spank
“Oh!”
“Hmmm you like that do you?”
Spank
“Yes Lucifer.”
Spank
“Louder.”
Spank
“YES LUCIFER!”
You moan loudly, clawing at him, rubbing your legs together to try to ease your growing desire. You can feel his cock straining against his pants, poking into your stomach.
“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
Lucifer murmurs huskily as he dips his fingers into your folds, caressing you, teasing you while his other hand caresses your cheeks, slips two fingers into your mouth, teasing, making you suck them greedily.
“Yes Lucifer, please, I need more.”
You moan as he dips one, then two, and three fingers into you, exploring, caressing, stretching you so delectably. You writhe around his fingers, humming, pleading for more.
“You’re so wet for me. So tasty…” He pulls his fingers out sharply, bringing them to his lips, sucking appreciatively.
You grumble in protest but he squeezes your backside in a warning.
“Uhuhuh. No complaining. I’m still not done with your punishment. Now be a good girl and kneel for me.”
Lucifer takes you in as you stand up on wobbly legs, your skirt hitched above your waist, your need glistening between your legs. Jacket half-opened, giving Lucifer a perfect glimpse of your heaving breasts as you try to get yourself under control.
This was not the plan. You seem to have relinquished control of unfolding events, but you no longer care as long as he continues to make you feel this good.
He smirks cockily, and suddenly rips your skirt right off. You gasp. Your jacket is next, buttons popping across the room as he pulls it wide open and off your shoulders. He takes in your outfit, crimson eyes gleaming hungrily as his fingers trail along the bands and clasps appreciatively.
“What a thoughtful present for your master. Now kneel down. You’re going to please me while I finish up here.”
He grabs his tie around your neck and pulls you down to your knees. Tugging lightly, careful not to hurt you. You happily oblige, settling in between his legs, needing to touch him. Taste him. It’s been so long…
As soon as you’ve knelt down, Lucifer unzips his pants and pulls out his throbbing erection. You greedily reach for it, running your fingers along its length. He gently removes your hands.
“I want to feel your lips around me.”
You crawl closer to wrap your mouth around his cock. You swirl your tongue along his sensitive tip, moaning as you taste his salty precum.
“hmm that’s it, take it all. Such a good girl.”
Lucifer coos and hums, reaching down to wrap a hand into your silky hair, pushing lightly, coaxing you to take more of him into your hot little mouth. You happily oblige, pushing through the gag reflex as his thick cock pushes down your throat over and over.
You set a slow pace, taking the time to thoroughly suck and swirl your tongue along his shaft at every thrust. But in no time, you can feel Lucifer’s growing desperation as his fingers tighten into your hair, wordlessly begging for more, deeper, faster. He’s no longer pretending to pay attention to his paperwork as he gazes down at you, eyes dark with lust, with need.
You smirk as you realize you have him wrapped around your little finger once more.
You push back against his hand, keeping a tortuously slow pace. Lucifer lets out a whine – proud, arrogant Lucifer whining! – you nearly come undone from the thought alone.
You need to hear that sound again, make him completely lose it. So, you increase the speed, taking him in faster, deeper, moaning around his cock as he whines and begs and grabs at you.
“hmmm yes, that’s so good, so fucking good… aaahh”
You taste his warm, salty seed as he finally comes deep in your throat, rutting wildly against your mouth, completely undone.
He realizes he’s been tricked as soon as he recovers. He takes you in with a cold, calculating gaze as you look up from between his legs, all teary-eyed, with flushed cheeks and a satisfied grin.
“You’re awfully pleased with yourself, are you?”
He coaxes you up by tugging on the tie and sits you on the desk.
“Did my performance please you?”
You ask mock-innocently, looking at him from under your lashes. He growls and crashes his lips into yours, taking your breath away with ravenous kisses as he caresses and squeezes your body.
“We’ll have to work on your obedience it seems.”
He kisses his way down your neck, collarbone, your breasts, sucking and biting, leaving little marks. Marking you as his.
All thoughts leave your mind as he kisses between your legs, inching ever closer to your throbbing bundle of nerves, your slick folds.
He throws you an absolutely devilish look as he dives right in, kissing, sucking, caressing with his long fingers, slipping them in to increase your pleasure. You lean back into his desk, sending piles of paper flying onto the floor as you spread your legs for him, giving him better access to kiss and lick and please you.
“aaah … Lucifer hmmm that feels so good… yes please aaaahh don’t stop!”
You grab onto his hair and pull and caress as you beg for more, chasing that wonderful feeling. But just as you’re about to careen over the edge, Lucifer stops.
You glare down at his proud smirk.
“Not just yet my little lamb. I’m not quite done playing with you.”
That arrogant jerk!
You snap up, about to push off his desk when he grabs you in a vice. He delicately pulls the tie off your neck as he places your hands behind your back. He proceeds to tie them tightly in place, cooing playfully, but with an edge of seriousness, as if daring you to act out again.
“Now now, I did say I’d punish you if you defied me. Now you’re going to relax and let me enjoy that which is mine.”
With one last smouldering gaze, he lowers himself back down, hot breath trailing along your naked skin as he kisses your inner thighs and licks the juices from your folds.
Oh, how he adores making you squirm and writhe into a moaning mess as he toys with you, bringing you to the brink with his sinful fingers and tongue and stopping juust as you’re about to come. He’s at it for what feels like hours, bringing you to the edge and teasing, observing your expressive face as you moan and beg for release, stroking himself all the while. Over and over and over again.
Until you just can’t take it anymore, almost crying at the intensity of his touches on your way too sensitive clit, as your whole damn body begs for that sweet release
“Lucifer, please, I’m begging you…”
“What do you need, my love?”
He gazes up from between your legs, his eyes sparkling with lust, but also a deep affection.
You’ve been so good, so pliant. Submissive as he toyed with you for hours. Such a good little lamb. You’ve earned your release. And he’s going to make you feel so fucking good you’ll only ever desire him. His soft lips, agile fingers, warm, lean body, thick, throbbing cock. All for you. Only you.
He kisses you as he gently unties your hands. You greedily grab onto him, pushing up against his body, rubbing yourself against his throbbing erection. Desperately needing him inside you. Lucifer promptly obliges, making quick work of his shirt and pants, grabbing your waist, positioning his cock, rubbing playfully at your overstimulated clit, against your slick folds. You both moan as he slowly sheathes himself into your soaking core.
“Hmm Lucifer yes, yes, YES!”
You cry out as he slams into you, setting a wild, ravenous pace, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body.
You can see the pride flashing in his eyes each time you cry out his name, begging him for more, to please never stop making you feel this fucking good.
He has you a moaning mess underneath him, writhing, clawing at his back, crying out his name, begging him not to stop. You can feel his sin flood his entire body. You adore seeing him like that, so proud, cocky, wild with desire. So fucking lost in the intensity of his need to make you come for him, mark you with lips and teeth, make you his.
It pushes you over the edge. You cry out his name as you careen into the most mind-blowing, intense orgasm. You can’t breathe as your whole body clamps around Lucifer, you see stars, then blackness as you continue to come all around him, moaning and calling out and holding on for dear life. He’s so turned on by your wanton need you can feel him finally let go, thrusting wildly now as he pumps out streams of warm seed deep into you. Moaning your name, holding you against him as if he never wants to let go.
You hold onto each other for a long time, trying to get your breathing under control, unwilling to lose that connection, Lucifer still sheathed inside you.
Eventually, commotion outside the room stirs you back to reality.
You can barely make out muffled voices.
“… think they’ve made up yet?”
“I’m pretty sure those were making up sounds…”
“… of course, you idiot…”
“Ouch! Quit it!”
“… quick, let’s leave before they come out!”
You glance back at Lucifer, face crimson with embarrassment.
“We’re never going to live this down, are we?”
The demon sighs as he stands up and helps you off of his desk.
“It seems unlikely. I’ll admit your outfit drove me to be rather … reckless.”
“So, I drove you crazy?”
You grin at him cheekily.
“Quite literally.” Lucifer’s smile is warm as he trails a finger along your cheek. “Though you’ll not find any complaints from me.”
His expression turns serious.
“I owe you an apology. For how I’ve treated you this past week. I seem to have let my pride get the better after that magic-induced… confession. I appreciate your patience. And that you allowed yourself to be vulnerable for me tonight.”
He kisses you tenderly before continuing.
“But let me be clear. What I said to you under the influence of that newt syrup… Though I was not in control of how it all came out, I meant every word. I love you, truly.”
You smile as you gaze into his warm, adoring eyes. You breathe in before replying.
“I love you too, Lucifer.”
You lose yourselves in a slow, tender kiss that leaves you both breathless. As you pull back, you nudge him teasingly.
“I hope this teaches you to talk to me next time something bothers you. Don’t keep it bottled-up mister.”
Lucifer chuckles.
“I’m not sure you’ve convinced me of that. Quite the contrary. If I hold off long enough, now I know you’ll surprise me with delectable outfits and let me have my way with you…”
“Jerk!”
You mutter at his all-too-pleased, smug look.
“Well in that case, you get to face your brothers alone while I hang out here. Considering you destroyed my clothes; I leave the walk of shame to you while you go and grab me something decent to wear.”
You smirk as realization, horror, and finally acceptance flickers on his face.
“Fine. Sit tight.”
He gets dressed and prepares to face the barrage of relentless teasing.
“Oh, and you may want to thank Asmo for the outfit inspo!”
You cry out just as he cracks open the door, and chuckle as he visibly cringes.
The next few days at the House of Lamentation would be – interesting.
Rating: mature for mentions of sex and bondage (part 2 is NSFW: smut)
Summary: Lucifer is having some issues confronting his feelings after the Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup accident. You're sick of his disappearing act. Things come to a head…
Lucifer had been avoiding you for almost a week now. Nothing too evident, but you noticed you were never alone with him.
It had become a bit of an awkward, tacit dance. He’d give you tasks in his usual curt tone and walk away with nothing more. You’d see him at meals, in class, always surrounded by his brothers, classmates, Diavolo, Barbatos… Never alone. If you happened to cross him in a solitary hallway, he’d duck into the first room to avoid you. Always striding with purpose, as if he’d intended to do just that.
It drove you mad.
You suspected the problem. That ‘revelation’ under the influence of Levi’s Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup, that he loved you. The avatar of pride, lost in his intense feelings of lust, longing, calling you his master.
It had sent a shiver of intense desire down your spine. You had asked him to kiss you, and he had eagerly obliged, capturing your lips in heated kisses as he cradled your cheeks tenderly with his long fingers. Whispering against your lips just how much he’d missed you all those months apart. That he had thought of you every day, considered bringing you back. He had gazed into your eyes with such tenderness, intensity, it took your breath away.
The urge to deepen the hungry kisses as the demon held you close was almost overwhelming. Had Asmo not shown up, you’d have started pulling at his clothes there and then, begging him to do with you as he pleased…
All the brothers had admitted to strong feelings for you under the influence of that newt syrup, and, after an initial unease for Levi, Satan and Mammon, it had brought you closer. Asmo, Beel and Belphie on the other hand had been completely unabashed – ‘I meant every word I said, my lovely human’ Asmo had smiled flirtatiously when you asked him about it while painting each other’s nails in his bedroom one afternoon.
You certainly didn’t want for love and affection. The brothers brightened up your days in the Devildom. Each in their own loveable, crazy way. You smile as you recall that warm, peaceful feeling, falling asleep snuggled up in Beel and Belphie’s arms last night. Content, at peace.
But you missed Lucifer.
Serious, guarded Lucifer. Who always checked in on you, in a detached, non-intrusive way. Whose sharp eyes softened whenever you caught him glancing your way. That heated, wonderful night he accepted to make a pact with you, on the condition you would become his. He had kissed and caressed every inch of your body, made you writhe and moan and cry out his name over and over. And dammit, you wanted nothing more than to be his.
Your frustration comes to a head at dinner time.
“Lucifer, can you pass the salt please?”
The demon reaches over and places the salt shaker closer to your plate, not even glancing at you.
You feel your blood boil, your face heats up with anger, frustration. An ugly feeling, that of rejection. You spot Satan’s concerned gaze from the corner of your eye. Of course, the demon of wrath immediately senses your fury.
You smash your fist against the table and snap, “What, can’t even look at me?!”
Lucifer glances your way, finally. Coldly, emotionless.
“That’s quite the temper. If you’re feeling stressed about the exchange program, I’m certain we can find a solution. Come to my office after dinner and we’ll discuss.”
All the boys are staring at you now, their faces filled with concern.
“It… it’s alright, I’m sorry.”
You mumble, embarrassed. Hoping you’ll disappear into your chair.
The dinner ends in an odd, tense silence. As soon as Lucifer exits the dinning hall, the boys all round on you.
“What was that about? All that anger…”
Satan scrutinizes you, head inclined.
“Yeah, you’ve got guts snapping at Lucifer like that. Wouldn’t want ta be ya…” Mammon winces before throwing an arm around your shoulders, “but dontcha worry, The Mammon will protect you.”
You smile at his antics, though your stomach remains in anxious knots. You flounder a bit, attempting to explain your behaviour without giving too much away.
“I guess I got tired of the silent treatment… doesn’t justify the snapping though.”
You shrug, melting into Mammon’s embrace.
Satan is still studying you. He arches an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at his lips.
“Would that silent treatment have anything to do with Levi’s special sauce last week?”
You look down, attempting to hide your creeping blush.
“It does!” Belphie exclaims excitedly, “I wonder what he told you that made him want to avoid you…”
All the brothers turn to you, questioning, eyes sparkling with mischief. Oh, they are enjoying this way too much! The enticing possibility of bringing their older brother down a peg or two.
“No way am I telling you. You’re all free to ask Lucifer if you’re that interested…”
You smirk as they all shrink back, eyes wide. No one would dare provoque Lucifer's wrath.
After another little while pestering you for details, then offering advice on how to deal with Lucifer, the brothers eventually give up and leave you to your impending punishment. All but Asmo, who grins at you slyly.
“So, buttercup, want to get our prideful brother to get over himself, hmm?”
"What do you mean?"
You look at him warily.
"Aw come on, don’t underestimate me, I'm the avatar of lust after all! Didn't think I'd notice the little something something going one between you and my dear brother? Or rather, the lack thereof at the moment... "
It's pointless denying it. Seems Asmo can read right through you at any rate.
"And you don't mind?"
Asmo giggles as if you've said the funniest thing.
"You cute little thing, sharing is caring. I hope brother dearest remembers that once his wounded pride's been healed!"
The avatar of lust winks as he trails a perfectly manicured finger down your arm suggestively.
"What you need to do, sweet thing, is to let him feel in control, like he has the power. Even when he doesn’t. Oooh! I know! Bondage'd be perfect! 💕"
“Bondage?!” You splutter, red-faced.
“Of course! I just know it’ll tickle his fancy. And you would look good in a little leather and restraints… as little leather as possible, teehee! 💕”
“You seem to be enjoying this all a little too much, Asmo…”
You can't help but chuckle at his shameless shenanigans.
"Back to the plan, I have the perfect outfit for you, and hm.. perhaps some accessories. Oh, its gonna be so much fun to dress you up doll! Do you think I can watch later?"
“No.”
You shake your head as Asmo fake-pouts.
He drags you up to his room to dress you up – rather, dress you down…
Summary: Lucifer agrees to make a pact with you in lesson 20... and takes you to his room to make you his.
You hear the faint sound of jazz from the cursed record wafting from the study.
Lucifer.
He’s the only one who hasn’t shown up at your impromptu farewell party. Your chest tightens with a pang of sudden sadness. Your last night in this crazy world. With these silly, loveable brothers who have changed your life for the better. If only you could stay…
You should rejoin the others. They’ll worry, come looking if you take too long. Mammon will freak out and call for a search party. But still, you feel an urge to check in on Lucifer.
You knock softly.
“Come on in.”
Lucifer is seated in his favorite chair, a glass of demonus in hand, eyes closed, enjoying the soft melody.
“It sounds like quite the party up in the attic. Since everyone else is busy up there, I get to enjoy my music in peace. Come, join me for a while.”
You take the other seat by the fireplace, enjoying his calming presence. Such a drastic change from the boisterous party roaring a few stories above.
He finally glances your way.
“Have you completed all that you set out to do here in the Devildom? No unfinished business? Loose ends?”
You consider him, then. This proud, detached man. The hardest to read of the seven brothers. He’s kept his walls up all year. How does he feel about you? Will he miss you at all?
You know you’ll miss him, perhaps most out of all of them…
You gather your courage and bring up the topic that’s been eating at you these past few days.
“Well, I still haven’t made a pact with you.”
Lucifer sits up in his chair, giving you a cold, calculating look.
“A pact, you say? I see. You’ve made pacts with all my brothers, which just leaves me…”
He stands up and stalks close to your chair, gazing down at you with his severe, crimson eyes.
“Do you really want to make a pact with me? Truly? I don’t know how my brothers felt about their decisions, but I am more than a name to be crossed from your list. I can’t have you lumping me together with everyone else. That won’t do.”
Lucifer transforms into his demonic form, looming over you menacingly. You gaze up at him, standing your ground. You’ve seen this side of him too often now to be frightened. Deep down, you know he won’t hurt you.
“You aren’t going to run? You’ve certainly got guts, don’t you? I’ve always found that aspect of you both irritating and endearing. Now, listen, and listen well. I will not be your possession. I won’t belong to you. You will belong to me. So, what will it be? Will you make a pact with me?”
Your breath catches at the sudden change in his tone, the possessiveness. You’ve never seen this side of him before.
He gazes down at you in his demonic form, his look both terrifying and heated.
You bite your lip, pondering. You’ve been dying to make a pact with him, make him yours, all year. Now this turn of events.
Lucifer wanting to make you his.
“Yes, I’ll make a pact with you.”
“… Good. Then it’s done. As of this moment, you are mine.”
You feel a sudden, intense connection with the demon. The turmoil of repressed emotions within him. His affection towards you, which he's tried to fight for so long. An intense desire. He wants you, needs you.
He must be sensing your emotions too, as his lips curl into a knowing smirk. He tilts his head, assessing.
“Does that takes care of all your loose ends?”
You return the smirk, slowly rising from the chair to stand face to face with the demon.
“There’s still one more.”
“Is there now?”
You place your hands on his warm chest and rise on your toes, tenderly kissing him. His lips are so soft, so inviting. He wraps his strong arms around you, returning the kiss with a wild passion.
“I’ve always known you wanted to do this. And I know what you’d like to do next as well.”
The demon smirks in-between his fiery kisses, a heated, hungry look in his crimson eyes.
“We’re heading straight to my room." He kisses you ravenously. 'You’re going to spend your last night in the Devildom with me…"
Lucifer trails wet kisses down your neck, sucking gently, whispering in his husky, gravely voice," all night long, until the break of dawn."
A shiver runs down your spine.
He kisses along your collarbone, "I’m not letting anyone else have you now… You’re mine.”
Your eyes go wide, you can't prevent a small moan from escaping as his words strike you to your core. You want - no, you need him to make you his.
He doesn't wait on a response. You agreed to the pact after all. And you know he can feel your desire. He relishes it. That you chose him out of his brothers, to spend your last night in the devildom in his arms.
Lucifer gathers you in his arms and strides across the hallway into his spacious room.
The moment the door closes he’s on you, all wild with want, pulling at your clothes, not caring as he tears at the clasps and buttons in his pressing need to feel your naked skin against his.
Lucifer captures your mouth in a heated kiss, grasping your hips, pulling you flush against his arousal, his hands exploring, caressing, squeezing. Needing to feel all of you. Now.
You moan as heat pools within your belly, his scent, caresses, his powerful body driving you mad with desire. You pull at his clothes, and he helps you, peeling his shirt off and unbuckling his pants as he pulls you towards the bed.
Once he’s naked in front of you, you pull back, taking him in. He’s beautiful. All chiseled, perfect, angelic beauty. And so very hard for you. You trail your fingertips along his chest, feeling his muscles tense under your touch, enjoying his reaction as you slowly move down, stroking his cock.
“Hmm… that’s it, yes… this feels so good.”
Lucifer coos, caressing your face, biting his lips at the intense pleasure.
You smirk and kneel before the demon, daintily placing your lips around his cock. He’s so big, so thick, but you want to please him, so you open wider, working through your gag reflex. His eyes go wide as you take him in, slowly, letting him feel your lips sliding around him, every swirl of your tongue. He moans and threads his hands into your hair, pulling, tugging lightly, begging you to take more of him, coaxing, all desperate need now.
“Oh, yes, just like that… hmm you take it so good my little lamb.”
He hums and coos, caressing your cheek, your hair whenever you choke slightly as he hits the back of your throat. You pick up the pace, relishing in his moans and encouragements.
It turns you on, seeing him like this, the avatar of pride, undone, at your mercy. Only for you. Only in the confines of your shared intimacy.
“I’m… I’m gonna…”
And he comes undone, grabbing the back of your head roughly as he fully sheathes his thick cock in your mouth, calling out your name, spurting deep down your throat. You do your best to swallow every last drop of his salty seed, licking your lips as you gaze up at him under your lashes.
Lucifer looks down upon your puffy, tear-stained face. He smiles tenderly, trailing a finger along your swollen lips.
“Hmm… now that was delightful.”
“Glad I could please you.”
You smirk, wiping at your eyes as Lucifer pulls you onto the bed and covers you with his weight, his intense heat. You desperately grab onto his neck, his hair, tugging, pulling, needing his soft lips on yours. He growls as he kisses you deeply, moaning as he tastes himself on your tongue.
He caresses you, running his hands and mouth, his hot tongue along your body, taking his time to pleasure you, delighting in the sighs and moans he elicits as he maps out your body, committing it to memory. Finding all the spots that drive you crazy. Make you cry out to him. He drives you insane as he kisses and sucks, leaving marks all over you, making sure you – and everyone else – knows you are his.
“Lucifer, please…”
“Please what?” He asks huskily, grinding against your heat in a delicious torture.
“I need you.”
You moan, grabbing at his silky raven hair, to gaze into his eyes, burning with desire.
“You’re so impatient. I did tell you we had until the break of dawn.”
He smirks, pressing his throbbing cock against you, rubbing himself against your clit, teasing, pressing the tip inside your slick folds in a tortuous caress.
“Lucifer… stop teasing…”
You growl as he captures your lips in a ravenous kiss.
“I will do as I please with you, my impatient little lamb… Remember...”
There’s a dangerous glint in his crimson eyes as he enters you, sharply.
“… you’re mine.”
You gasp at the sudden sensation of fullness, as your body struggles to adjust to him. He starts a wild rhythm, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you over and over, his cock stretching you almost painfully. But it feels so, so good. You pant and moan as your body overheats, every cell in your body responding to his every touch, his ravenous kisses. His forceful thrusts deep into your core.
You urge him on, biting down onto his shoulder and earning a satisfying groan. He kisses you demandingly. The rougher he gets, the more intense your desire. He moves sharply and quickly. Every movement perfectly designed to drive you wild with pleasure. You moan loudly into his lips.
“Lucifer…”
You are completely and wholly lost to the demon as he possesses your body with a wild abandon. Tethering on the edge of pain and pleasure. You feel yourself coming undone, Lucifer’s powerful thrusts pushing you into the mattress, dominating you so completely. Your bodies, slick with sweat, connecting so perfectly.
Lucifer feels your desperation.
He smirks as he whispers in your ear: “That’s it, come undone for me.”
“Lucifer…”
You moan loudly as you careen into a delicious state of bliss, your body shaking uncontrollably. You grab onto his strong body, trying desperately to stay grounded in reality. You can feel him finally letting go, thrusting deep into your core with a strangled groan of his own.
“Hmm…. That was…”
The demon gives you a cocky grin, “I know.”
Lucifer pulls you into his arms, kissing you lightly.
"You did good my little lamb." He coos, gently removing sticky, sweaty strands of hair from your forehead.
You smile a tired, satisfied grin as you try to catch your breath.
His hands trail down your back in light caresses as he lets you recover from the mind-blowing orgasm. You sigh with pleasure as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in.
His hands slowly wander further south, and you moan as he caresses your overly sensitive, overstimulated clit. You gasp as he slips one finger, then two, into your slick folds.
“Lucifer!”
“What part of until dawn haven’t you understood yet?”
He smiles devilishly as he replaces his fingers with his already throbbing cock.
a/n: happy late birthday to my dear @dutifullynuttywitch ! sharing these fandoms for you is a pleasure and getting to know you this past year has been among my highlights 💕 hope this makes your luci justice! not proofread we die like mc
summary: lucifer punishes mei
nsfw. +18. mdni. spanking + edging. lucifer x f!mc
SPANK!
Lucifer had been punishing Mei for hours now. Sweat seeped through her, her heart beat fast and out of her chest as she was bent over Lucifer's lap, her RAD uniform pulled up so her behind would be exposed.
“Now, let me ask again, Mei. Why am I punishing you?”
Lucifer was known for being a sadist. He enjoyed punishing his brothers, but especially Mei, who looked like she liked giving him an additional headache. Mei's temples pounded, her whole body aching for release, having been edged for hours while he spanked her with gloves on.
Taking a breath, she replied “B-because I, hah, have tried to p-prank you with– oh!” Mei cried out as Lucifer sneaked in two fingers inside her, lazily stroking her.
“Please, continue. Don't mind me.” She could almost feel his smirk. She wanted to punch him, but the desire to ride out the feeling was stronger. Much stronger. Grinding against his fingers, she chased out the much needed orgasm, and when she could feel the pinnacle approaching...
She whined “Lucifer...”
“You still haven't told me why you're being punished. You're not leaving until you say it and express your regret for it.”
That was what she had been trying to do for hours now. But Lucifer kept slipping a finger whenever she tried to explain, and her words just left her. He tortured her, gave her crumbs and continued on. And Mei, maybe being a fool, allowed it. She could get up. She could get dressed and leave. But she couldn't. She wanted it. Because, deep down, she was a sucker for pain. She was a bad girl, and needed to be punished by her sadistic Lucifer.
Closing her eyes, she braced for another slap, her bottom surely red from the spanking.
CLAP!
Her body contorted. It was neither too soft nor too hard, her whole body reacting to the pain mixed with pleasure. She gasped, probably now accustomed to him spanking her.
“One more time, Mei. Why am I punishing you?”
Come on, Mei. She told herself. You can do it. It's just one sentence, and he'll let you cum. I hope.
Bracing herself, despite her body aching all over, she started “Because I tried to ah–,” and there it was, those pesky fingers again. Her vision danced, and her body responded like a thirsty man reacted to water. Her vision almost clouded again. Almost. Biting her lip to the point it bled, she continued “I t-tried to prank you along oh!– alongside Satan and hmm!– Belphie and g-got caught–OH MY GOD!” He added a third finger, and Mei thought she'd die right there. But her resolve was stronger. He had tortured her enough.
“Continue,” That asshole, she thought. He was smirking of pride. But she could be proud as well.
“I'm, hmm, sorry, and have, hah, learned my l-lesson.”
He suddenly stopped. Then, he let out a small proud laugh, “Finally.” He then changed her position so she was straddling him, his desire evident as well. It seems he had been anticipating for her to finish her repentance as well.
Her sweet, sweet regard followed right there.
tagging @webanglikethat cause he's a luci girlie as well teehee
i remember long time ago showing my best friend Lucifer from Obey Me and I started talking about how weird his room is.
Like ignoring the literal legs-spread skeleton in the corner and his goddamn emperor-sized ass bed, why he gotta couch facing it? That ain't no normal feng-shei type shit-
My bestie called it a 'Cuck Couch' and yep that's definitely what it is to me now.
You are the magistrate, and Lucifer stands trial as the defendant. Judge the fallen angel in this dark romance visual novel. Decide whether he is worthy of salvation, or doomed to destruction.
