tw // spoilers for one of the text convos with lucifer, mentions of liquor and hangovers, author hates canon, ooc but idc
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“good morning, sunshine!”
the entire bed shifts as a sudden weight is launched on top of it, rocking the mattress roughly. lucifer snarls at the interruption of sleep, rolling onto his side to shun the excitement out. you shift the bed more. peeling his eyes open, the sunshine blinds lucifer’s eyes, bloodshot and groggy the more he tries to blink open. he winces, then scowls, then sighs exhaustedly at you, “it almost couldve been.”
you scoff and make your way to straddle his hip, smirking as he groans and coaxes himself onto his back for you to sit comfortably. you cross your arms over your chest and you tip your head in faux sympathy, “someone a little hung over?”
huh?
he opens one of his eyes to flick up at you, “what?”
you smile, “you and diavolo had a little competition last night, didn’t you?”
“that’s none of your concern,” he growls. you see his cheeks flare in a flush, embarrassment for creating such a silly game. he was a fool, overzealous in a moments peace with the young lord to indulge in some fine liquor, and now he pays the price.
this whole “fun” thing is too damn exhausting.
you click your tongue, “well i’m glad you were able to let loose for a night,” you hum, reaching to pinch his cheek. “you deserve it.”
“you know what else i deserve? peace and quiet.” he lightly swats your hand away.
you giggle, “relax, loverboy, i’ll let you sleep.”
your audacity is commendable, he’ll give you that.
annoyance bubbles through him as he grabs you, relishing in the yelp you let out as he flips you both over (he’s desperate to ignore the nausea that swirls his head at the intense movement). pinned beneath him, you blink up excitedly, and lucifer longs to kiss it clean from your features. “you will watch your mouth, or i will make you.”
you giggle, “you really don’t remember anything from last night, do you?”
“no, i was drinking to forget your insolence-“
“you told me you loved me.”
lucifer freezes. he feels heat swirl his chest and face, eyes widening and mind going completely blank for your words. “…what?”
you grin proudly. “you love me.”
he says nothing. his mouth, closed into a straight line, shrinks slightly in mortification. his eyes blink, stunned by your words, and if he didn’t feel ill before, the churn in his stomach only amplifies the sense of nauseous dread.
“tell you what,” you hum. “you give me that kiss i’ve been waiting on, and this stays between us. cool?”
“i will not allow you to blackmail me,” he hisses.
“oh, my dear,” you purr, chuckling softly as his hands tighten around your wrist. “it’s not blackmail when i know you want to.”
he sighs shakily and slowly crawls off of you, eager to let his head hit the pillow and forget everything he’s ever done in his existence. he lays on the bed next to you, “i don’t care what you do. just let me rest.”
there’s a beat of silence.
his whole body breaks out into a shiver as he feels fingers gently carding his hair, head whipping to face you at your audacity.
but he can’t help but melt when he sees your loving expression facing back at him.
“you don’t feel good,” you remind him and no, he most certainly does not. “let me be here with you. even scary big brothers deserve to be taken care of sometimes.”
he pauses.
“as i said, i don’t care what you do.” his head lays back down, this time to face you, eyes fluttering shut as your fingers brush the dark locks of hair out of his face. he feels the bed shift slightly, assuming you’ve now taken your place to lay next to him in his luxurious bed.
obey me fandom don’t look at this don’t read this don’t interact with this do not perceive me do not acknowledge me just pretend i am a speck of dust in the wind
tw // pretty big spoilers for obey me before lesson 17, lucifer x reader, one thing you’ll learn about me is that i have no interest in canon and all my fics are the same with different font so pls don’t worry about how OOC anyone is ok ok
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“how did you wrap me into this again?”
belphegor sighs through his nose for the nth time, annoyance secreting from him as you tip your head and watch him and satan conjure whatever silly headache they were creating for lucifer to deal with.
“we didn’t wrap you into anything-“ it’s the answer he’s given you at least four times, trying to rope you into the silliness of their prank. “you willingly joined us.”
“no,” you scoff. “i told you i wanted to annoy lucifer- not put my soul in danger.”
“your soul’s been his for a long time, it’s always in danger,” satan snickers. “besides- i see how much you love that stupid look in his eyes when he catches us every time.”
your cheeks flush and your body goes hot. it may be true, the look in lucifer’s eyes as he scolds you for whatever nonsense yourself and his brothers conjure for him to deal with never fails to fill you with excited anticipation.
regardless, you’ve never been able to see one of these plans through.
you’ve never seen the other side.
you all have always gotten caught.
“and what about it?” you defend playfully.
satan shrugs, “makes no difference to me. i just enjoy not being the one who gets punished first.”
you cross your arms over your chest, “never understood why he punishes me first. i mean, it’s never my idea to pester him-“
“it’s always your idea,” belphegor reminds. your cheeks go hot. “you always want to bother him; you just know that satan and i have the drive to instigate the plans.”
you roll your eyes, but make no mention to debunk the youngest’s words. he’s not wrong, everyone can tell when you’re ready to mess with lucifer- it just so happens that there’s two more demons who like to mess with him more.
“lucifer is going to lose it with this one,” satan snickers.
“is that right?”
a voice is cool, collected as it slithers around the three of you. in synch, you tense up, blinking once, twice, before all turning your heads to look at their brother and your boyfriend.
lucifer towers over you all, arms crossed over his broad chest as he eyes you. his lip is snarled in a smirk, but he looks anything but happy about the situation.
well. save for the amused glimmer in his eye. the one you’ve absolutely grown to adore.
“and do tell me, what will lucifer do when he finds out about this little plan of yours?”
you smile a small, begging smile, “be an incredible sport and not completely chop us up into little bits and toss us in the trash?”
he offers you a mocking chuckle before lowering his eyes, “you wish that is all i intend to do.”
with that, like roaches, the other two nefarious siblings scatter, comedically as their legs fly from under them and carry them away.
“SEE YA!”
“GOOD LUCK!”
“GUYS!” you wail after them, only to scream as lucifer wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to his chest and chuckling as you thrash and writhe in a meek attempt to escape.
“when will you learn,” he begins, his breath hot in your ear as he whispers. “the only thing stronger than their desire to make my life miserable, is their desire to never take responsibility?” you can’t help but squeal at his words, feet drawing against the floor as you try to break out of his grip. “leaving you like a raw meat to a lion… i mean, you always fall for it every time.”
“they would never!” you whine, giggling at the feeling of being trapped against his chest. “they’re coming back to save me!”
“oh, you poor, little rodent,” he says, sighing dramatically. “they’d leave you at the doorstep of merciless peril with so much as an intuition if it meant they would be free of trouble. you, are just naive."
with an adoring smile, you finally relax in his grip, head resting on his sternum as you gaze up at him, "maybe you just need to teach me a lesson not to trust them."
he offers you a snicker, "i'm certain you'd love for me to," he rumbles. "your intentions always strive for punishment, don't they?"
"not my fault punishment is the quickest way for me to get your attention."
"perhaps it is mine for indulging you."
despite his attempt of a scold, you continue to stare up at him, blinking contently and smiling dopily with his fond tone melting your brain like chocolate.
"kiss me," you whisper.
he hums in amusement, "i thought i was supposed to be teaching you a lesson; what would i accomplish by submitting to your demands?"
"kiss me," you repeat.
he leans down to kiss you, lips ghosting over yours. you shakily sigh and angle your head to try and meet him, only to huff in disappointment as he slowly reels back. "perhaps this is what you need to learn your lesson."
"lucifer," you whine.
he presses a kiss to your temple before unwinding himself from you, "and tell my brothers to keep their manners in mind as they go about their day; i'm rather tired of having to suffer through their idiotic ways of making me tic. you’ll do that for me, won’t you?”
you huff.
“make me.”
he freezes.
“pardon?”
you smirk.
“make. me.”
“you’ve been hanging out with them far too much,” he rasps, reaching a hand up to delicately cradle your cheek before running his thumb over the swells. you practically purr, angling your head into the touch.
your teeth can’t help but sink into your lip as you feel his hand the trail down your jaw to gently grip your chin between his thumb and index finger. “you must remember your manners too, you insatiable brat.”
MORNING AFTER
ft. lucifer (obey me!) x female! reader
⟢ content warnings fluff, suggestive. lowercase intended. minors do not interact.
reupload from my old account ☻
nothing makes a morning more perfect than your legs tangled with lucifer and his arm around your waist.
you fluttered your eyes open, slowly adjusting to the dim light in his room. you turned your head to face lucifer, peacefully sleeping. you admired his face for a while, bringing your hand to his cheek to caress it.
after a while, he stirred and yawned. “good morning…”
“good morning. did you sleep well?”
he nodded, “yes. but i’m still quite tired… how about you? are you sore?” he asked, finally opening his eyes.
“a bit… but i’ll be okay.” you smiled shyly as he pulled you closer to chest.
“good.”
it was silent for a while, but it was a comfortable one. the feeling of his warmth calms you, then the events that had happened last night flashed your mind. you couldn’t forget how he made you feel good…
“i didn’t realize i left many hickies on you,” he stated, looking at your chest proudly as he chuckled. oh god. you looked down, seeing the marks from last night. “i’d like to add more.”
“lucifer…” your cheeks began to feel hot, “you-“
“hmm? you don’t want me to?”
“i didn’t say that…”
he smirked, “and… what do you say about morning sex?”
“lucifer!” you hid your face into his neck as he let out a breathy laugh. “i mean. alright. we can, but we have to keep quiet, your brothers are probably awake.”
he kissed your forehead, “whatever you say.”
you don’t know if he’s ‘still quite tired’ from the way he fucked you this morning. now you’re sure you wouldn’t be able walk properly after this.
Diavolo is determined to make sure that his exchange program goes well. Meaning, while the reader's relationships with the other brothers are thriving, their bond with Lucifer is found severely lacking by the Prince, which needs to change. Only it changes more for them than they originally thought it would.
Warnings: discussions of sex; alcohol consumption; swearing; and forced communication (reader gets locked in a closet with Lucifer after an awkward encounter)
Author's Note: Might make a sequel to this. Might make a NSFW addition to this. We'll see. College is kicking my ass. Please let me know if you think I should add any other warnings. There is no actual sexual content in this.
“Tell me something that nobody else knows,” Lucifer requested, swirling his glass around in a movement that was effortlessly sensual. He probably wasn’t trying to do it, but he was acing it anyways.
He had barged into their room a few hours earlier, scaring Mammon— who’d been sleeping soundly on their chest— half to death in the process. They were oddly reminded of the old cartoons of cats being frightened onto the ceiling.
“Diavolo has told me that I’ve been neglecting my duties,” he had snapped. “Come with me.”
They hadn’t known how to respond to that, so they had settled Mammon and then rushed to catch up with Lucifer. Despite the fact that their own legs were long, Lucifer was on a mission, meaning that he had already disappeared into a door when they finally caught up with him.
“Am I about to get murdered?” they wondered aloud as they stepped in behind Lucifer, only half joking.
“No, that would ruin everything we’ve been working towards. And my brothers would never forgive me,” Lucifer muttered, dropping into a chair.
This must’ve been his office, they realized. There was a desk covered in papers and missives, as well as what looked like records. Lucifer was pulling something out of a drawer when they finally turned their attention back to him.
“Drink?” Lucifer asked, pulling out two glasses.
“Is that alcoholic?” they asked.
“Yes, that’s the only way I’m going to get through this conversation.”
“First of all, I’m not legally allowed to drink yet, here or in the human realm. Second of all, I don’t happen to be a fan of alcohol. I don’t care if you drink, but I would really rather… not.”
Lucifer watched them for a second, clearly noticing their hesitation, before he put the second glass away and pulled out a comically large mug.
“It’s charmed to always stay full of your favorite drink. It will also change if you get sick of drinking it,” he said, handing it to them.
“Why do I have a feeling that those glasses are just for show then?” they asked, settling in the chair across from him.
He barked a harsh laugh, downing the glass, then pouring himself another one.
“You are intuitive,” Lucifer said. He frowned at his glass. “Honestly, it’s probably a good thing that you declined. This is meant for demon physiology and I’m not sure what would happen if a human ingested it.”
They felt the blood drain from their face, and they let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah, I guess so.”
Lucifer tossed back his second drink and was pouring himself a third when he said, “Diavolo has been checking in on your progress here, as is to be expected. He was not quite satisfied with our progress.”
“Our progress?” they repeated.
“Mine and yours,” Lucifer clarified. “You are apparently sufficiently close with my brothers, the angels, and Solomon, but he finds our relationship lacking. He has ordered that we spend some ‘quality time’ together. He wants us to have a more… intimate relationship than the one we share now.”
“Please tell me that Dia doesn’t want us to sleep together,” they begged, hiding their head in their hands.
“He does not,” Lucifer told them, and they breathed a sigh of relief.
It wasn’t that Lucifer wasn’t attractive, he was, but they were demisexual and demiromantic. No amount of conventional attractiveness would get them hot and bothered enough to want to have sex with him without that emotional connection.
“So then what did he mean?” they asked, risking peeking at Lucifer from between their fingers.
“He suggested that we play a ‘get to know each other’ game. He told me you might have some suggestions.”
“I mean, we could play something like twenty questions or something,” they suggested.
“Which is?” Lucifer prompted.
“It’s an exercise where we take turns asking each other questions and the other has to answer honestly. Obviously if you’re really uncomfortable asking a question then you can choose not to answer and the other person will just pick a different question to ask.”
“We have something similar to that here,” Lucifer said. “It’s called ‘tell me something’.”
“What are the rules to that?”
“The premise is the same, only when someone says ‘tell me something’ you’re required to answer, no exceptions.”
“Oh, of course,” they muttered. “Everything down here is either ‘do it or die’.”
Lucifer nodded.
“So do you want to go first?” they asked. “And we’re playing twenty questions, because I don’t feel like dying today.”
“Alright, we can play it your way. And yes, I do want to go first.”
So they had gone back and forth asking each other questions. Lucifer had gone through half a bottle of whatever he’d been drinking. He’d been slowing down though, they had noticed.
“I thought this was twenty questions,” they teased. It had been surprisingly easy to talk to Lucifer once his guard had been dropped a little.
Lucifer hummed, eyes half-lidded. He had shifted partway through, once the alcohol had really set in. Normally when he shifted, it was because he had lost his temper. Now, his wings drooped behind his back and he was slumped over in his chair, manspreading. He didn’t look overly intimidating like this.
Instead, he looked rather like a depressed crow.
“Tell me something no one else knows,” he repeated.
They paused, thinking. They were a pretty open person. There wasn’t much that people didn’t know, or at least, couldn’t guess.
“Well, Asmo probably guessed, but I didn’t tell them, so does it still count?” they asked.
“I’ll allow it,” Lucifer murmured.
“I’m still a virgin. Haven’t even had my first kiss yet,” they admitted.
Lucifer frowned, sitting up and setting his glass down.
Something had shifted, they realized. They must’ve said something wrong, or triggering.
“I thought you couldn’t lie,” Lucifer said, though it was really more of a growl than anything else. It was something that came from deep within Lucifer’s chest.
They frowned, brows furrowing. “But I wasn’t lying? What makes you think I would lie about something like this?”
“There’s no way that—” Lucifer cut himself off, nostrils flaring.
He was scenting them, they realized, looking for any clue that they weren’t telling the truth.
“How is that possible?” Lucifer asked, look bewildered enough that it might've been funny if it wasn't within this context.
“Is that your next question?” they blurted nervously, then flinched. “Sorry. I don’t know. I mean, I’ve just never found someone I trusted enough I guess. I mean, it’s hard enough for me to find someone I’m emotionally connected to enough to want to date them, let alone have sex with them. And honestly, the entire idea kind of freaks me out. Not the intimacy part of it, that I think is the biggest draw, but the trust that requires, the mess it makes." They gave a small, theatric shudder. "I don’t know, it just never really seemed worth it to me either way.”
“But not even a kiss?” Lucifer demanded, still bemused.
“Like I said.” They shrugged. “It never really seemed like a big deal.”
“Not even Asmo?”
“No, definitely not Asmo. I mean, I like them well enough, but… Asmo is all about the lust part of things. I’m not someone who feels a lot of that most of the time. And some of their comments and mannerisms make me uncomfortable. I love them, they’re my friend, but they’re not someone I would ever go out with in a romantic way.”
Lucifer looked shocked.
“Wow,” he muttered. “I think that’s the first time that I’ve been told Asmo’s powers make someone uncomfortable.”
“I feel bad saying it, because they really are my friend— more like a sibling really— but well… as someone on the ace/aro spectrum, someone who’s entire deal is lust is, well… rather ironic for me I suppose.”
“Yes, I suppose it would be,” Lucifer said, settling back down into his chair.
“While we’re on a related topic,” they said, “I want to know how many lovers you have.”
“Why?”
“Call it morbid curiosity,” they told him. “I know you spend a lot of time here doing paperwork and looking after your brothers, as well as running the student council and everything else that you do. It just makes me wonder when you find the time to relax a little bit.”
“I don’t.”
“You don’t what?”
“I don’t have any lovers,” Lucifer said, shrugging. “I always felt as though they were using me to get to Diavolo, or even Barbatos. When I first arrived, I was not pleasant company. Even the most insane demons were warded away. After a while, it just seemed easier to find one night stands or take care of any issues myself. And now I work so much that I barely have time for that, if I have the energy for it at all.”
They frowned, looking at Lucifer for a long moment before they asked, “When was the last time someone touched you for an extended period of time without sexual or malicious intent?”
Lucifer raised an eyebrow, but said, “A while.”
“Do I want to know how long ‘a while’ is?”
“Probably not,” he told them quietly. Which meant that it was probably longer than they had been alive.
“Well no wonder you have a stick up your ass,” they muttered, climbing out of their seat to plant themself in Lucifer’s lap. He was so wasted that he probably couldn’t get it up even if he wanted to.
He did squawk indignantly though. He didn’t resist, which was interesting.
“What are you doing, human?”
Oh, that was definitely embarrassment coloring his tone.
“Hugging you, asshole,” they muttered, wrapping their arms around his neck. “You’re probably touch-starved as shit.”
“I am a high ranking—”
“I know what you are, Lucifer, but I also know that Mammon, Levi, Satan, Beel, and Belphie were the same way when I got here, same with Simeon and Luke! You all think that just because you’re so superior to the humans that it means you don’t need other people. But you do. Mammon needs to hear about his redeeming qualities sometimes, and Levi needs to be reminded that he’s actually attractive once in a while. Satan needs to know that just because he’s angry at everything doesn’t mean that he can’t be cared about, that there are people who aren’t scared of him. Beel likes being told that he's more than just a walking, muscled stomach. Belphie needs to be reminded that he’s more than just a killer. Everyone needs some affection, Lucifer, even you. Maybe especially you."
He was quiet at that.
"We aren't very good at showing out appreciation for each other, are we?" he asked softly.
"No, you're all pretty shit at it, honestly. It's like pulling teeth with you all," they admitted. "Here," they added, grabbing Lucifers wrists to pull his arms around their waist. "I know it's probably been a while, but this is called a hug. It's used for comfort, shielding, and occasionally restraint when the need arises."
Lucifer gave a small, wet chuckle, lightly resting his forehead on their shoulder.
They ignored the slight wet marks they found on their shirt later.
Lucifer was certainly making progress with them. Dia would be thrilled.
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After a few months, they were back in Lucifer’s office with him, helping him with his paperwork. Once they had gotten past the initial wall of ice, Lucifer had opened up to them a great deal, and they were proud to say that they might even be considered a friend.
Lucifer was surprisingly easy to talk to once he was on halfway decent terms with someone. They were sort of surprised when he started starting conversations with them while they were in his office.
Now it was fairly common for them to trade questions back and forth while they worked.
“If you were going to have sex with someone, who would it be?” Lucifer asked.
“Do you mean a specific person, or like… qualities I would look for?” they asked, frowning down at a report. Something just… wasn’t right. They didn’t know exactly what wasn’t right yet, but there was something not right with the report.
“Specific person if there is one, qualities if there isn’t.”
“You probably, if I had to pick a person,” they admitted absentmindedly. “Also, someone is fucking these reports up. I can’t see it right now, but there is definitely—”
The sound of a pen snapping and the feeling of a cool, viscous liquid on their face and hands had them whipping their head around to look at Lucifer, who had ink everywhere and a broken pen clutched in his fingers.
That must’ve been what splashed on them too, then.
“Lucifer?” they asked.
“You would pick me?” he asked, his voice tense and his eyes wide.
“Sorry,” they said as they flinched, hanging their head. “Is that weird? It’s just that… well, it’s not like I know very many people down here. Mammon isn’t really my type and what we have is different. Levi is sort of like your friend's brother, you know? You can be close, but not in a relationship. Satan is not in the right headspace for that kind of thing, regardless of emotional involvement. You already know my reasoning behind Asmo. Beel and Belphie are like my younger brothers, so that would be weird. Dia is like the older brother I never knew I wanted. Barbados is hotter than hell, but he’s also sort of like a parental figure, which would make it weird. Luke is way too young. Simeon is awesome, but I already know who holds his heart, so he’s out. Solomon is also like a brother, so he’s not an option either.
“That leaves you. Besides, you’re the Avatar of Pride, so I know that if I asked, you would sort of be compelled to make sure it was at least halfway decent. I also know that you’re out of practice, as bad as it sounds, so the logic behind that would be that I would feel less humiliated about having literally no experience with that sort of thing and we could make it a funny thing instead of me being embarrassed about it. Sorry, was that too much information? It was, wasn’t it? Sorry, let me just… I’ll go get you a new pen, just… I’m going now, see you later Lucifer!”
They scurried out of his office, cheeks and ears burning as they fled.
Good heavens they had probably just ruined everything, hadn’t they? Why did they have to be so honest? And why did they have to word vomit when they were nervous?
Maybe they would get lucky and Dia wouldn't notice, they mused as they face planted into their bed and wished halfheartedly that they would smother themselves before dinner.
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Unfortunately, Diavolo noticed.
They managed to avoid Lucifer for about a week before they were forced to talk about it.
Apparently, Diavolo wasn’t happy about the fact that they had gone and fucked up their progress. He locked them in a room that wouldn’t unlock until they had talked the issue through.
Because he apparently thought that forced communication was the best way to handle this problem, even though it had been started by forced communication in the first place.
“I’m sorry,” they blurted after a silence that had stretched too long. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I should’ve known we weren’t close enough for that and I promise that it won’t happen again.”
“I wasn’t uncomfortable,” Lucifer said, sighing. He looked exhausted. “I was surprised. I didn’t think that I would be such an easy choice for you to make with something like that. I also thought that you would be a little more protective of that information.”
“I’m sorry—”
“Stop apologizing,” Lucifer snapped, then winced. “You don’t need to apologize,” he said, gently this time. “I should be apologizing for asking the question in the first place. I know sex is kind of a sensitive topic for you.”
His hands were clenched, they noticed, and he kind of looked like he might break a tooth.
“Hey,” they said, “if you’re comfortable with it….” They trailed off, opening their arms in invitation.
Lucifer swooped in, scooping them up into his arms, burying his face in their neck.
“I missed you,” he admitted, practically curling around them, running one hand down their back while the other rubbed soothing circles into their hip. His wings curled around them both like shields.
Lucifer, it turned out, gave amazing fucking hugs once he had a little practice.
“I missed you too,” they admitted, slipping one hand over his shoulder to stroke as much of his back as they could reach with the other threaded through his hair.
Lucifer let out a sound from deep within his chest, and they laughed quietly, listening to him purr. “I missed this,” he admitted, voice slightly distorted from the purring.
“You know that you can come to me for things like this, even if you think it might make me uncomfortable,” they murmured. “I like doing this for you guys, being a support. Given everything you’ve done for me since I’ve been here, I figured it’s only fair.”
Lucifer hummed, trying to dig his nose deeper into their neck, tightening his arms.
“You’re not going to let me leave, are you?” they asked, smiling into his shoulder.
He made another low noise, this one more of a growl, before pulling some odd maneuver that ended with them in his lap.
“Is this okay?” Lucifer asked.
“Yeah, yeah this is okay,” they assured him, leaning into him so that he had easier access to their neck.
Neither of them really cared that the door had opened. They sat like that for a few hours, to the point where they dozed off listening to Lucifer purr.
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They were fucked, they were so fucking fucked, they thought as they stared up at their ceiling the next morning.
They had a very hazy memory of being picked up and carried to bed. Lucifer had picked them up and carried them to bed. Had tucked them in and everything.
Even thinking about it had their cheeks heating and the urge to hide rose.
They were fucked, they were so fucking fucked. It wasn’t meant to become anything more, they were just supposed to become friends. But what they felt was so much more than that.
They were so fucked.
It was all they could think about when Lucifer set a hand on their shoulder and pressed a kiss to their head at breakfast before taking his own seat.
“You seem panicked,” Mammon said quietly, sidling up to them. “Why are you panicked?”
“N-Nothing!” they exclaimed, drawing the attention of every other brother at the table, including Lucifer. “I’m not really all that hungry, I’m just gonna go hang out in my room! See you later!”
Summary: A large thunderstorm rolls through LA, taking out the power in Lucifer’s penthouse, leaving you both in there alone together until it passes by.
CW: Fluff and that’s it, quick short one shot <3
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The storm outside was relentless, its fury a dramatic display of nature’s power. Thunder rolled through the night, and lightning illuminated the cityscape in stark, fleeting flashes. Inside Lucifer Morningstar’s penthouse, however, the usual brightness was replaced by a more intimate glow. The power had gone out, leaving only the soft flicker of candles to light the room.
You and Lucifer were in the midst of setting up candles, the dim, warm light casting dancing shadows on the walls. Lucifer, ever the devilishly charming figure, was making a grand affair out of the situation, his voice carrying its usual mix of amusement and allure.
“Well, this is rather delightful, isn’t it?” Lucifer said, his tone dripping with playful sophistication as he arranged the candles on a grand piano. “A little power outage—nature’s way of telling us to slow down and enjoy a bit of romance.”
You placed another candle on the coffee table, trying to ignore the occasional shiver of unease brought on by the storm. “Romance? I suppose if you look at it that way, it’s not so bad. But I can’t say I’m thrilled about the storm.”
Lucifer sauntered over, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Ah, but that’s where you’re mistaken. The storm adds a certain…excitement. And look at us—two people stuck together in the dark, with nothing but candlelight and each other’s company.”
He took your hand and led you to the sofa, where the two of you settled under a soft blanket. The glow of the candles bathed his features in a warm light, making his usual devilish charm seem almost tender.
“Now, let me see,” he said, his voice dropping to a more seductive tone as he leaned closer. “How do we make the most of this delightful predicament?”
You laughed softly, feeling the tension of the storm outside begin to melt away under the influence of Lucifer’s charisma. “I suppose we could enjoy the quiet, have a little conversation, or maybe you could tell me one of your infamous stories.”
Lucifer’s grin widened. “Ah, stories. I’ve got a few that might just pique your interest. But first, let’s ensure we’re properly snuggled. The storm outside does have a certain…romantic quality, after all.”
With that, he drew you closer, his arm wrapping around you in a protective and affectionate embrace. The storm’s roar was a distant thunderous murmur, barely audible over the comforting warmth of his body and the flickering candlelight.
As you nestled into his side, Lucifer began recounting tales of his adventures and escapades, his voice a soothing balm against the storm’s chaos. His stories were a mix of intrigue, mischief, and undeniable charm, each one delivered with a flair that made the darkness feel a little less foreboding.
The storm outside raged on, but inside the penthouse, it was as if time had slowed. The candlelight, the warmth of Lucifer’s embrace, and his captivating stories created a cocoon of comfort and romance.
In that flickering light, with Lucifer’s presence enveloping you, the storm outside became a mere backdrop to a night of unexpected intimacy and connection. As the hours passed, the storm’s fury seemed to diminish, replaced by the gentle, soothing sound of Lucifer’s voice and the warmth of his embrace.
And so, in the heart of the storm, you found a quiet, perfect refuge, with nothing but the flickering candles and Lucifer’s enchanting presence to make the night truly unforgettable.
summary: with lilith back in the picture you tried very hard to keep the small, jealous voices away. but as she, charlie and lucifer all laugh at something at a party and he hand holds his shoulder, it’s hard to keep the green eyed monster away today.
warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT. MINORS DNI.
Smut under the keep reading, Minors DNI.
as you sipped your martini from the couch, you watched as lucifer and charlie were talking animatedly about something that tickled their fancy. a content smile stretching across your face, seeing your partner finally get along with his child, like you knew they would. charlie needed him, he needed charlie. what they didn’t need was her.
the woman who was gliding up to them, put her hands on both their shoulders and bent down, saying something that made both charlie and lucifer laugh. it was true, when lilith returned, she had explained that she had been gone for seven years and effectively, her and lucifer were divorced. you were amicable, polite and kind consistently to the woman, as you knew how much she meant to charlie. but there was an ugly feeling that reared its ugly head as you watched her grasp lucifer’s shoulder and he laughed so gleefully with them.
you diverted your attention, sipping your drink again and watching husk put on what looked like a magic show for angel. as you got lost in thought, you were yanked back down to reality as lucifer came over and sat on the arm of your chair.
“whatcha lookin’ at darlin’?” he asked, his cheeks tinged red.
“just watching husk and angel, they’re cute together.” you respond back with an easy smile, your hand lifting and resting high on lucifer’s thigh. his eyes widening at your brazen display.
“h-honey?” he asks, bewildered.
“hmmmmm?” you hum, slowly looking up at him and taking a sip of your drink.
“what’re…” his voice trailed off.
“making sure everyone here knows what’s mine, love.” you say easily, pressing a kiss against his neck while you tightened the grasp on his thigh. “could i pull you away from this party for just a moment, my king?” you ask lowly. you see him gulp as he tries to appear fine to everyone.
“yes.” he exhales out, relaxing when you lean away and take your hand off his thigh. “yes, you may.” he responds as you stand up, finish your drink and hold out your hand waiting for him. he takes your hand and you lead him quickly upstairs, hearing angel whistle after both of you, you shake your head. quickly heading to the bed room, you open the door for lucifer as he walks in looking at you questioningly.
“did i do something? you look upset.” he says coming toward you.
“you didn’t do anything to upset me luce. i just…” you sigh as you drag your hand through your hair, stress peeling off you now that you weren't the the middle of a party. you look in his citrine eyes and smile. “it seems so silly when you’re staring at me the way you are now.” you close the distance between you both and cup his face. his eyes widen in understanding.
“darling, you know…” he starts and you cut him off.
“i know. i know. i do know. it’s just hard, to look at you three and see how well you fit together and not feel like i’m the extra puzzle piece.” your voice comes out like a whisper as you tilt your head down, not wanting to actually look in his eyes.
“you’re not an extra puzzle piece. we weren't a puzzle that fit well either. maybe in some aspects, but not in the ones that end up counting for a relationship." lucifer shakes his head, "i mean, you’re the one who put me back together. i’m whole because of you. because of your love. i’m yours darling. nothin’ can change that.” lucifer easily lifts your head, looking into your eyes with a suave smile. you grin at him.
“you’re mine?” you ask, your voice an octave lower.
“all yours. however you want me.” he leans into you. “however you need me.” his voice is whispered past your ear and you shiver when his tongue traces the outer cartilage of your ear. your arms wrap around him easily as his name is growled out from your lips and he chuckles.
“how do you want me? hmmm, my love?” he asks, looking at you with half lidded eyes, your breathing fast against his face. you whine, barely containing yourself as you lift him straight up and fling yourself sitting on the bed. you situate him so he’s straddling you, giving him a height advantage as your hands settle on his hips. you quickly draw him into a kiss, feeling his tongue dart out asking for access. you allow him as your right hand trails from his hip to his ass, up his back and anchors in his hair, giving a slight pull. his cry engulfed by your kiss as you tug once more, your hands going back to his hips, guiding his rocking against your thigh.
you pull back, taking a breath as he bites his lip, trying to stay quiet. you stop his rocking and he looks at you upset and bewildered.
“don’t silence yourself. i want everyone in this hotel to know who’s making you feel like this.” you rock his hips against you punctuating the sentence. “who takes care of you.” you rock his hips against your thigh again, applying more pressure. “who put you back together…” you whisper against his ear as he cries out, your hands guiding his pliant hips relentlessly against your thigh.
“oh-oh-i-it’s too much. please! i-“ he cuts himself off with a moan.
“it’s not too much. or else you would have used your safe word.” you grin as his pretty eyes shine with shed tears.
“i-i’m going to… oh-please!” he cries out.
“you’re going to cum? hmmmm, luci? tell everyone who’s making you feel like this. say it. scream my name.” you growl against him, quickening his rutting against you. he screams your name as his release is confined in his clothes and he collapses into you, breathing heavily.
you smile and pet his head, pushing back his hair and dragging your fingers against his scalp. him almost purring in your lap. you were about to speak, breaking the silence, when suddenly a knock interrupted you.
“ummm, hey, dad?” you hear charlie ask. your eyes widen.
“um, yeah-“ lucifer clears his throat as his voice came out much higher than intended. “yea-yeah, charlie?”
“people are wanting to talk to you and have asked for you. so, you need to come back to the party!” charlie exclaims.
“i’ll be right there sweetie!” lucifer yells and you both wait until you can no longer hear footsteps any more. you sigh as lucifer gets off your lap and snaps his fingers looking strikingly put together. not at all like he had been begging to get off on your thigh moments before. you get up, smoothing out your dress when he snaps his fingers and your outfit is neatly put together too. you look at him and smile.
“i owe you later.” he looks you up and down, his eyes settling on yours.
“c’mon, party awaits for you, my king.” you tease him walking out as you shake your head, his cheeks turn bright red at the title you casually use to address him. “i’ll be holding you to what you said too.” you raise your eye brows a few times. he rolls his eyes and grabs your hand.
“stay by my side, okay?” he asks, before you both go down stairs. you beam at him and nod, both of you making a re-entrance to the party.
