If you ever feel insecure or unappreciated, just reflect that Lucifer loves gazing into your widened, glassy eyes as he braces himself over and, though you're begging him not to hold back, fucks you as gently as he can
The doctors have diagnosed me with a very serious case of Resting Bitch Face. But the weird thing is that it's not really resting. It's just what my face does when I'm not actively using it. And there's this weird muscle in my eyebrow/forehead that practically never relaxes and just gives me headaches sometimes and abreast this is just a long-winded way of saying "I want Lucifer to notice i do this and the fact it gives me owies and just squish my face to remind me to relax it."
I want to destress by blanketing myself in Lucifer’s wings and just disappear from the world for a few hours. Maybe even run my fingers through Lilith’s knotless locs, braid it too, just to keep my mind off of things.
Your back against Lucifer's chest, his arms around your middle and his chin resting on your shoulder. The angel sings softly in your ear as he watches you work, idly tying Lilith's wheat-gold hair, working the strands between your fingers into long braids, all of varying size.
The queen herself is humming a complimentary tune to her husband's as she loses herself in a book. Occasionally moving her hand down to rest on your leg to give it a loving rub.
Right now it seems like there is nothing else in the world that matters. Just this soft moment between the three of you~
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Chosen prompt: #23 "I dreamed of your legs wrapped around my waist."
Requested by: @stormy-knight134
You fell backward onto the bed, and Lucifer's body immediately followed, covering yours as the mattress dipped beneath his weight. He settled naturally between your legs, his warmth enveloping you, and you slipped your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. A low, satisfied groan rumbled in his throat as he captured your lips again, kissing you with a hunger that had clearly been waiting far too long.
You had been circling each other ever since Lucifer returned to Charlie's life, ever since he had taken up residence at the hotel. The attraction had been immediate, undeniable, lingering in every glance and every conversation, but neither of you had dared act on it. First because he was the King of Hell, and second because Charlie had needed both of you. There had always been another crisis, another enemy, another reason to wait.
Now there wasn't.
No more excuses.
It had started in one of the hotel's quiet hallways. A lingering glance had become a smile. A brush of fingertips had become a hand refusing to let go. Before either of you truly understood what was happening, your back was pressed against the wall and Lucifer's lips were on yours, years of restrained longing finally collapsing between a single heartbeat and the next.
Now his body trembled above yours, an intoxicating warmth radiating from him.
"Lucifer..." you whispered breathlessly.
He answered with another quiet groan before trailing kisses down your jaw, across your throat, lingering against your pulse as though memorizing it.
"Y/N..." he murmured against your skin. "I've dreamed about this moment... more times than I'd ever admit."
Your fingers slid into his soft blond hair, gently curling around the strands until he lifted his head to look at you.
"Really?" you asked, surprised despite the teasing smile tugging at your lips.
A smile spread across his own.
"Really."
He brushed another featherlight kiss across your mouth before his hands drifted carefully over your sides, slow enough to give you every opportunity to stop him. Instead, you arched into his touch.
His gaze never left yours.
You had never seen him look at anyone like this.
Not with desire alone.
With awe.
As though he couldn't quite believe you were real.
"You've imagined this?" you asked softly.
He laughed under his breath.
"Oh, sweetheart..."
His forehead rested against yours.
"I dreamed of having your legs wrapped around my waist," he growled.
He rolled his hips against yours, and there was no mistaking it. He was hard, aching, more than ready for the next step. A smile spread across your lips as you caught your lower lip between your teeth, and his crimson eyes darkened with desire.
"And what else did you dream about?" you asked, arching your hips teasingly against him.
His breath caught.
"Let me show you."
With that, he undid his trousers before crashing his lips back onto yours, devouring your mouth while his trembling hands worked at the fastening of your own. Clothes disappeared one by one, discarded carelessly onto the floor as you became tangled together in the sheets, neither of you able to keep your hands off the other.
You let out a soft moan as he finally entered you, your fingers tightening in his blond hair. He buried his face against your neck with a breathless groan, his movements slow, reverent, as though he wanted to savor every second of finally having you in his arms. Each gentle thrust sent pleasure coursing through your body until stars danced behind your eyes.
Lucifer pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his cheeks flushed, his golden eyes bright with wonder.
"So much better than my dreams," he growled before capturing your lips once more.
And then eventually, it gets to the point where you're riding him and you beg him "Say my name" in that breathy little way you do when you need something. So he's fumbling around in his deteriorating brain for anything that could remind him of what your actual name was. Then, you just think he's too far gone to think on his own, so you guide him through each syllable.
Me and my gf like the same person bjt they've only just got out of a relationship so we're waiting to tell them.
So, expect poly (throuple) posts as well as the mono (couple) posts
(If you know me irl, do not say anything, I'm only coming out online for now, I will come out irl when I'm ready, although I'm sure none of you would out me)
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