"I used one of Daniel Necula's ( @/ neculamihaidaniel ) as reference for Pendleton's outfit. I took inspiration from Johnny Brainerd's Steam Man (Frank Reade's version, 1876) for the print on the T-shirt.
You let out a shrill whine when Lucifer slides two fingers into you while he's eating you out, much to his delight.
His tongue works tirelessly on your clit, lapping and circling and flicking as he spreads those tender walls aside. And you take them with ease as always. Of course you do. He loves how eager you are to open up for him. How pliable your soft little body becomes when he's got you in the throes of pleasure.
And he pumps them in and out with slow, deliberate thrusts. His fingertips searching around inside you until he's pressing hard into that squishy little bundle that makes you yelp, earning another smile from the ancient being.
Yet you still tighten around his digits as if you're attempting to suck him in further than he can go. You mindlessly buck your hips up into him as if you're trying to get more friction. More of him to stretch you out. More more more
"are my fingers not enough to satisfy you right now, sweet girl~? You need more~? My, such a needy little thing you are today..." The king chuckles. And all you can reply with is another whine and a shake of your head. His hot breath puffs down against your cunt making your need worsen.
That is until his hands lift your ass slightly and his mouth is on you again. Greedy. All-consuming. Thrusting his unnaturally long tongue in and out of you in place of his fingers like he's starved for you. as if to show you what it really looks like to desire more.
And all you can do is helplessly writhe beneath him while you cry out his name.
You will cum for him first... and then he'll give you what you truly crave~
Notes: the baby mentioned here can be interpreted as charlie or as reader's child.
Morning was creeping slowly into Hell—soft streaks of pale light slipping through the tall windows of the palace halls.
In the quiet nursery, Lucifer Morningstar stood beside the small crib, one gloved hand resting gently on its edge. The baby had finally fallen asleep after what felt like hours of soft rocking and quiet humming.
Lucifer let out a slow breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
“There we go…” he murmured under his breath, voice barely above a whisper. “Sleep, ducky.”
The baby shifted once, then settled again, tiny chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm. Lucifer carefully tucked the blanket around the small bundle.
Then, quietly, he stepped away. The nursery door clicked softly as he closed it behind him.
Lucifer rubbed a tired hand over the back of his neck as he walked toward his room. He hadn’t slept much lately.
As he entered his bedroom, something caught his eye. The mirror stood against the far wall, tall and polished, reflecting the faint morning glow spilling into the room.
Lucifer paused. He hadn’t really looked at himself in weeks.
Since the baby had been born, his focus had been entirely elsewhere—watching over you, making sure you were recovering, hovering anxiously around the baby.
His hair was messier than usual, falling out of place in soft waves. Fine wrinkles fanned out from the corners of his eyes, more prominent than usual.
His stomach pushed outward against the fabric of his shirt, round and soft in a way that hadn’t existed before. Turning sideways, Lucifer inspected himself more critically.
His waist had thickened, the sharp lines of his figure replaced by comfortable softness. His vest stretched a little over his middle, the buttons doing their best to contain the round curve beneath.
That's when warmth met his back. Your presence was soft, familiar and grounding. One of your hands slipped over his chest, fingers splaying gently against him, while the other came to rest over the curve of his stomach. “Hey, handsome,” you murmured, your voice still thick with sleep.
Your fingers gave his stomach a playful squeeze—soft, absentminded, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Your hands left his stomach and chest as you stepped forward, gently cupping his face. Your thumbs brushed beneath his eyes, tracing over the faint lines there with slow, careful strokes.
“You’ve been taking too much care of everything else.” Your thumb lingered under his eye, smoothing over the crease there. “You should rest more.”
“…Do you think,” he started, voice softer than before, “I’m still handsome?” The question hung there, almost uncertain.
You let out a small, unimpressed huff, your fingers pressing lightly into his cheeks as you tilted his face toward you.
“Of course you do,” you shot back, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Lucifer’s lips twitched faintly, one brow lifting in that familiar, teasing way.
Lucifer’s brow arched slightly, a hint of his usual smugness returning.
“Oh? Do enlighten me,” he murmured, leaning just a fraction closer. “I was under the impression you preferred my—what was it that you called—‘slutty sexy waist’?”
Heat rushed to your face instantly. You glanced away for half a second before looking back at him, stubborn despite the blush blooming across your cheeks.
“So?” you shot back, quieter now, but no less certain. “I like it plenty now.”
“Do you now…” he murmured, voice dropping lower, something deeper threading through it.
Your gaze lifted to meet his again, and there was a quiet kind of boldness in your expression now.
“Mm,” you hummed softly, stepping even closer until there was no space left between you at all. “Very much.”
The space between you had already disappeared. It only took the smallest shift—his hand tightening at your waist, your fingers curling slightly into his shirt—for everything to tip.
His lips found yours in a kiss that felt long overdue—warm, firm, and hungry in a way that stole the air from your lungs.
Your breath hitched as you melted into him instantly, hands sliding up from his chest to his shoulders, gripping lightly as if to anchor yourself. He responded just as quickly, one hand leaving yours to settle more firmly at your waist, pulling you flush against him.
The kiss deepened instantly, turning slow and indulgent. Lucifer’s mouth moved against yours with a hunger that had been building for weeks—tired, desperate, and so full of love it made your chest ache. His tongue swept in, tasting you like he’d been starving for this. A low, needy sound rumbled in his chest as your fingers threaded through his messy blond hair and tugged gently.
You took a step backward, pulling him with you, and he followed eagerly. Another step, then another, until the back of your knees hit the large bed. Lucifer’s hands tightened on your waist, steadying you both as you tumbled down together in a tangle of limbs and soft laughter.
Your hands immediately roamed over his body, sliding under his open vest to squeeze the plush curve of his stomach and the soft rolls at his sides. You dug your fingers into his love handles, pulling him even closer until his belly was pressed flush against you.
“Fuck… you feel so good like this,” you breathed, squeezing the soft flesh. “I love how you feel on top of me.”
Lucifer let out a wrecked moan, his hips grinding down against you instinctively. His cock was now rock hard and throbbing, straining against his pants as it pressed right against your clothed heat.
He crashed his mouth back onto yours in a deep, messy kiss, tongues sliding together.
While his lips devoured yours, one of his hands slid down your body, slipping under your sleep shorts. His fingers traced up your inner thigh, teasingly slow, before he finally cupped your bare pussy. You were already slick and warm, and the moment his fingers brushed over your wet folds, he let out a low, appreciative groan into your mouth.
“Fuck, darling… already so wet for me,” he murmured against your lips, voice rough and breathless.
He kissed you harder as two of his fingers parted your slick lips and slowly dragged up and down, coating them in your arousal. His touch was gentle at first, circling your clit with lazy strokes before dipping lower. One finger pressed inside you, then another, stretching you open carefully while his thumb continued rubbing firm circles over your swollen clit.
Lucifer groaned at your touch, his fingers curling deeper inside you, stroking that perfect spot that made your toes curl. He pumped them slowly, scissoring gently to open you up for him.
You whimpered against his lips and dug your fingers harder into his soft middle, pulling him closer.
He was kissing you hungrily, clearly lost in the rhythm of working you open, determined to make you cum on his hand first like he almost always did.
“Luci… please,” you gasped, voice shaky and urgent. “I need you inside me right now. I can’t wait—”
He stilled his fingers, eyes blinking in surprise as he looked down at you. “Darling, I haven’t made you cum yet,” he murmured, voice rough but gentle. “You know I like to take care of you first—”
“I need you now,” you cut him off, grinding up against his hard cock desperately.
The raw desperation in your voice seemed to snap something in him.
Lucifer let out a shaky, wrecked groan. His fingers slipped out of you, leaving you clenching around nothing. He quickly shoved his pants and underwear down just enough to free his cock.
He pushed forward slowly, the thick head of his cock stretching you open. His round, plush stomach pressed firmly against your abdomen as he sank deeper, inch by inch, until his hips were flush against yours and his full length was buried inside your heat.
Lucifer dropped his forehead to yours, letting out a long, broken moan. “God…” he rasped, voice strained. “So warm… squeezing me so perfectly.”
He rocked into you with deep, measured thrusts, savoring the way your walls fluttered around him. His lips stayed close to yours, kissing you between soft murmurs and shaky breaths.
“Easy, my darling…” he whispered warmly, voice full of affection.
You let out a quiet moan, your hands sliding up his back and into his messy blond hair. “Luci… it feels so good. You always feel so good.”
“My beautiful wife…” he breathed, lips trailing along your jaw. “You’re so perfect for me. So warm… so welcoming. I could stay like this forever.”
But your need kept growing. The slow pace was driving you crazy in the best way. “Luci…” you whimpered, tilting your hips up to meet him. “I need more. Please.”
He hooked his hands behind your knees and gently but firmly pushed your legs upward. Slowly, he folded your body beneath his, pressing your thighs closer and closer to your chest until your knees were nearly beside your shoulders. The new angle lifted your hips off the bed, tilting you up so he could sink even deeper.
A broken moan tore from your throat as he pushed forward. In this position, he was incredibly deep — every inch of his cock buried inside you, pressing against places that made sparks explode behind your eyes.
“Oh… my love,” Lucifer gasped, voice trembling as he bottomed out. “You’re so deep like this… I can feel everything.”
Lucifer let out a trembling breath and began moving again. His thrusts were still deep and passionate, but now faster and more desperate. The new position allowed him to reach even deeper, and every stroke pulled broken moans from both of you.
“Like this?” he panted softly, eyes locked on yours with pure adoration.
“Yes— yes, Luci,” you gasped, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders. “Feels so good… don’t stop.”
He whimpered at your words, pressing a messy kiss to your lips as his hips snapped forward a little harder.
“You’re going to ruin me,” he whispered breathlessly between kisses. “The way you’re looking at me right now… the sounds you’re making… I’m trying so hard to last for you, but you feel too incredible.”
You moaned louder as he hit that perfect spot again and again.
“I love you,” he whispered desperately against your lips. “I love you so much… Cum for me, let me feel you.”
His eyes never left your face, drinking in every moan and expression you made. “Darling… you’re getting so tight,” he whispered tenderly, voice hoarse with pleasure. “I can feel you fluttering around me. Are you close?”
You nodded frantically, nails digging into his shoulders as the pressure built higher and higher. “Yes—” you gasped, voice breaking. “Don’t stop, please—”
“I won’t,” he promised softly, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. “Let go for me, my love. I want to feel you cum around my cock. You’re so beautiful like this… so perfect.”
His thrusts became a little faster, more purposeful, hitting that sensitive spot inside you with every stroke. One of his hands slipped between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing gentle, slick circles. “That’s it,” he cooed lovingly against your ear. “I’ve got you.”
You cried out his name as pleasure crashed through you, your walls clenching rhythmically around his thick cock.
“Luci—! Oh god, Lucifer…” you moaned loudly, eyes squeezing shut in bliss.
Lucifer let out a broken, shaky moan as he felt you cum, his rhythm faltering for a moment. “Yes… just like that, my darling,” he breathed, voice full of awe and love. “You’re squeezing me so beautifully. So good… you’re doing so well.”
He kept moving through your orgasm, slower now, drawing it out as long as possible while whispering sweet praises against your skin.
Only when your trembling started to ease did his own control completely shatter. “Fuck… darling, I—” His voice cracked. “I’m going to cum… I can’t hold it anymore.”
A long, sweet, broken moan spilled from his lips as he spilled inside you, pulsing warmly with every twitch of his cock. His body shuddered on top of you, hips jerking unevenly as he filled you up.
“I love you… I love you so much,” he gasped repeatedly, almost like a prayer, while he rode out his orgasm.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were your heavy breathing and soft whimpers. Lucifer stayed buried deep inside you, gently lowering your legs.
Lucifer pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek, his lips warm and unhurried as his arm wrapped securely around you. He shifted slightly, guiding you with surprising care until you were settled comfortably on top of him.
You let out a soft sigh as you sank into him, your body relaxing completely against his.
“You alright?” he murmured quietly, his voice softer than usual.
You hummed in response, nuzzling a little closer, your cheek pressing comfortably against him. “Mm. More than alright.”
There was a small pause. Then—your fingers gave his stomach a gentle squeeze.
Lucifer huffed out the faintest breath of amusement above you. “…I see we’re back to this.”
You shifted just enough to look up at him, a lazy smile tugging at your lips. “I’m just saying,” you murmured, voice warm and teasing, “you make a very fine pillow.”
Lucifer stared down at you and arched his brows. “Oh, do I now?”
“Mm-hm.”
His arm tightened around you, pulling you closer with deliberate smugness. “Well,” he drawled, “I suppose I am a man of many talents.”
hey do u guys remember when in s1 of hazbin hotel lucifer took off his coat and we got to see his slutty little waist. i miss that. they should do that again
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