At the beginning ,it was almost impossible to exist in the same room as him. not because he had a hostility towards you ,but because of the pressuring presence he had. Even just standing next to him felt like suffocation since his presence was like a shadow waiting to roam over you and everything else .
But after some time you somehow get used to it or learned that he had no malicious intentions including you.
On top of that he had a gentle touch and a soul yet to be discovered under the layer of seriousness of his.
Of course living with a demon like Lucifer is not an easy feat but getting use to it makes everything bearable,and even enjoyable.
He might be prideful,yes, but it was never unfairness.
After getting close to Lucifer, little changes started to occur, it was slow but deliberate, not so easy to miss.
Asking you to accompany him,while he worked on the important documents related to RAD or anything else. He wouldn't mind if you were busy with your own things,reading a book, scrolling silently on your phone or just sitting and dozing off. The only things that mattered to him were your presence and the stolen glances that you thought he wouldn't notice.
Whenever Lucifer's workload got too overwhelming and it got followed by sleepless nights, he didn't mind being dragged by you to bed and getting scolded about taking breaks and resting properly.
If he wants to spend time alone, without his brothers bothering you,he plans date nights.Those plans are mostly him taking you to a dinner,it doesn't need to be a fancy meal,having some alone time and peace is enough for him.
There are times that he doesn't have the energy to go out even though he is done with all the work and wants to take you on a date. On those occasions you two figured out a routine that doesn't include leaving the HoL.
If you need your bag to be hold, he will just carry it for you. You are cold? well not for too long,that's for sure. Before you know it he will drape his jacket over you and hold your hand gently as he guides you around.
This man has his way with words,he can make you swoon just by basic words and he knows the effect of his words on you too well.(who am I to complain, totally down for that)
When you are back to the human world,his heart aches in a way he can't put in words,yeah he might be good with words but he also has hard times expressing his full emotions.
He misses even the smallest thing,the fact that he is not gonna see you at the breakfast or you won't be accompanying him in his study just makes his chest tighten.
He searches your warmth next to him. Is he a yearner? absolutely, not having you in reach can be quite depressing.
If you somehow end up sleeping at his office or next to him, he will gently brush off the hair from your face and tug it behind your ears as he watches your peacefully sleeping face. Time to time he wonders how can someone sleep that innocently just to wake up and cause troubles with his brothers later on. Even though he has a strong self control he can't help to pepper your face with small kisses as he strokes your hair gently(yes he would take the risk of waking you up but would try to compromise with giving more kisses).
You might think this man is too serious to match clothes with you, well you are partially right about it. But he will still chose something small not recognizable at the first glance to match you. And if you go to him asking to help him choose something for you, he would gladly do it. When he is on the choosing side, he makes it sure that you match with him too.
𓆩♡𓆪 Pairing ➛ HH-Lucifer Morningstar x !fem reader
𓆩♡𓆪 Genre ➛ established relationship, marriage au, smut MDNI!!!, fluffiness at the end.
𓆩♡𓆪 Warnings ➛ P*rn without plot really, dry-humping, very light-pretty much nonexistent choke, too much kissing honestly, raw pnv (don't do that :)), light nipple play, creampie ? (don't look at me). Let me know if I missed anything <3
𓆩♡𓆪 Word Count ➛ 5.6k
𓆩♡𓆪Author's note ➛ I'm dropping this soooo late and the honest to god reason for that is that I kinda hate it ngl. Something about it just isn't hitting like usual but nevertheless, I just wanted to write something I'm comfortable with. And what's more comfortable than a sexy couple having couch sex after a night out ????
General Masterlist
Finally, you were back home.
Your feet were killing you, your makeup had started to fade off and you were slightly dizzy from being in the back of the car but nevertheless, you were in a great mood.
Both very tipsy, but light in the heart, you and lucifer made your way through the front door of your mansion, back from a dinner celebrating a friend’s birthday (if you would call Mammon that).
Giggling and smiling about random shit as you walked in, your husband started taking off his shoes while you shrugged off your coat. Laughing again when he stumbled a bit with a huff, the side of his body bumping into the wall. “You good?”
You breathe out the question—half concerned, half amused—as you move your arms around his neck, his hands moving naturally to your waist to steady both you and himself, rough fingers tracing the exposed skin of your lower back.
The fireplace was on in the big living room, and the big lights were turned off, signifying the lack of the palace's staff.
“Mmm....” Lucifer hummed lightly, leaning down for a second to press a short kiss on your lips. “I wasn't but im better now…since I'm with you~”
He playfully replied against your now smiling lips, his own grin widening a little as he wrapped his arms tighter around your waist and pulled you closer against him.
His words were already pulling a giggle out of but your head tilted up and your dimples deepened when he added a mischievous wiggle of his brows.
“You're so stupid...and drunk…” Your playful whisper came with another peck to his lips.
The warm, dim lights of your living room casted an intimate and romantic atmosphere around you as you started to lightly sway from side to side.
Lucifer chuckled, his eyes sparkling as he looked at you with a carefree smile on his face.
Then he sighed, happily taking a moment to just admire your pretty, smiling face—enjoying the feeling of being alone with you and getting to freely hold you like this. Not that he doesn't do it in public, but the privacy of your home was definitely comforting.
He nuzzled his face against the crook of your neck, before he planted a trail of soft and sweet kisses across your skin, his lips against your skin, tickling you a little as he mumbled his playful response into it.
“Mmm...and you're gorgeous~”
You unknowingly grinned at that, feeling your heart flutter in your chest because no matter how many times he complimented you, it still made you feel some type of way.
All while lucifer was completely unaware of the effects his charm had on you as he continued to nuzzle and pepper your skin with kisses.
Occasionally leaving behind a little bite, his hands idly rubbing up and down on your sides and back, before he buried his face into your skin, taking a deep inhale, savoring the scent and feel of you against him.
“God...I'm so happy that we're back home…” He mumbled quietly against your skin with a sigh, the alcohol in his system making him feel unbelievably light, horny and very relaxed all at the same time.
“Mhmm....that would make two of us, darling.”
Lucifer chuckled again softly, his hot breath and the movement of his lips against your skin causing small, pleasant shivers down your spine as he continued to gently hold and sway you, enjoying the way your hands trailed down over his biceps to almost massage them.
He hummed as he moved his face up to nuzzle it against your cheek affectionately, feeling it lift up against his lips from your smiling. One of his hands moving down from your waist to your ass, giving it a nice squeeze over your dress.
“Mhmm....it was a nice dinner though,” He mumbled softly as he pulled his face back to look at you, while simultaneously moving you two towards the couch, “Had a nice time…”
“I did too.” You barely managed to mumble out, too busy pressing your lips to your lover’s for a couple more pecks.
Only pulling away when he maneuvered himself into sitting down on the couch, his arms still locked around your waist to pull you down with him with a quiet groan.
His hand still roamed your curves, squeezing lightly as he adjusted his position to make himself comfortable with you now straddling his thighs. A soft sigh of your own slipped out of you as you got comfortable.
lucifer looked up at you with a lazy grin as he gently patted your bum, his hands caressing your sides as he watched you, silently, and almost thoughtfully as he took you in, “This is much better though.”
Your cheeky smile softened a little at that low mumble—your heart doing another flip from the love you feel—but you only watched him back with equal adoration as he rested his back against the couch.
Yet despite your silence, it seemed as though he could read your mind, since a loving grin went up on his own face as he looked at your own gorgeous one. Taking note of the faint blush on your cheeks but deciding not to comment on it.
“You know I love this dress on you…don't think I told you that, tonight.”
His free hand slowly moved up along your body and caressed your waist as he said that, right until it rested gently on your chest, his fingers tracing the dip between your breasts.
You smiled a bit at his comment, the feeling of his hands caressing and patting your body making you all warm inside.
“Yeah~?” You asked softly, your gaze dropping down to where his fingers were tracing, your own fingers moving up to play with his hair. “I got it the last time we were in Paris together, remember~?”
Lucifer nodded slightly at your question, his smile widening a bit as he remembered that trip to Paris, a nice mix of fond and naughty memories popping up in his head, his touch still gentle and feather-like as his eyes took in the couple of beauty marks decorating the plush skin.
“Mhmm...I do remember~” He answered, his words slow and a tad bit slurred, as the alcohol slowly started to dull his mind, but in a good way, the best way really.
He leaned his head against the back of the couch a little more, his eyes taking you all in. He loved seeing you on top of him like this, your pretty face up above him, your hips straddling his lap, you were just beautiful. Beautifully his.
“It was fun, wasn't it....two whole weeks in Paris, just the two of us....”
He suddenly added, his voice low and a bit hoarse as he continued to watch you, his eyes equal parts hungry and loving. His hand moved to cup the underside of your tit over your dress, gently squeezing it.
You tilted your head to the side, resting it against your shoulder as you continued gazing at him, your eyes a bit glassy, but it was full of the same love and desire. Your eyes fluttered shut with a pleasant sigh when he squeezed your boob a little harder.
“Mhmm....yeah it was....we should do it again sometime....maybe pass by Italy too~” you whispered back softly with a quiet hum, feeling his other hand squeezing your hips lightly.
Making you start to slowly and subtly move your hips, grinding on him, taking it slow but giving him a hint of your need.
Lucifer let out a quiet noise that sounded like a cross between a sigh and a groan in reaction.
“Mmhm....Yeah, that'd be nice....maybe next summer....” He mumbled in a slightly breathless tone, his head tilting to the side against the couch as he gazed at you with a lazy quirk of his lips.
His hand on your waist gripped it a bit harder, encouraging your movement on his lap. Your eyes getting a little sparkle in them as you feel him start to get harder under you.
“We could go to Florence...then get a suite in a nice beach hotel in Sicily...or Sardinia...whatever you want~” He suggested thoughtfully, but he was barely paying attention.
His eyes had darkened with lust as he continued to watch you riding him slowly, loving the heat your body was eliciting in his. But you really weren't in much of a hurry, just leaned forward to bring your face closer to his, “Mhmm...yeah, we could do that…”
Your reply was quiet as you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, humming softly against them before pulling back again just a bit to whisper, “You sleepy…?”
Lucifer let out a small hum at your touch, he wrapped both of his hands around your waist, holding you in place against him as he closed his eyes and savored the intimate moment.
Feeling at peace right here, alone with you, in your shared space. His home. You.
He opened his eyes back up as you asked that question, his lips curving into a small and lazy smile before he pressed another kiss onto your lips, “Mmm, not yet....”
He slowly dragged his lips down from yours, placing light and soft kisses along your jawline before moving down to your neck, his mouth hot and wet as he started to kiss and suck on your skin, feeling your pulse beating against his lips.
“But I will be, in a little bit....when I'm done having your way with you~”
He said with an exaggerated vibration in his tone, one that bounced against your skin, tickling you and making you squirm with a laugh.
But his kisses only grew more intense as his hands ran down your back, pulling you even closer against him before moving them down to your ass.
Your hand moved to his hair again, caressing it absentmindedly as your fingers scratched his scalp lightly.
“Mhmm....is that right~?” You asked playfully, your head tilting back a bit as you let the feeling of his warm, plush lips on your skin consume you.
Your gaze flicks up to the high ceiling of the room, your heart rate slowly picking up as a light pulse starts to develop between your legs.
Still, you only wanted to feel him, not even caring if you did anything tonight.
“Yeah...that's right…” Lucifer’s response came with equal playfulness, his arm circling your lower back to use one hand to pull the hem of your dress up so he could smack the side of your ass with his other hand.
Making you jolt with a surprised yelp, your skin a little tingly from the sting but he only laughed.
“I'm so hard right now....I feel like I might burst....” He mumbled against your lips playfully, smiling to himself when you chuckled in response.
He couldn't ask for anything else right now, he loved this, just the two of you alone like this, late in the evening, all loose and tipsy on your living room couch after a nice night out.
Especially when he could feel your weight against his lap, the heat and wetness between your legs brushing against his crotch in just the right way.
You gave him another kiss, “God...you're such a horndog~”
You mumbled, kissing him again, and just as you were about to tell him to get to it already, he beat you to it.
Making your hips come to a stop when he suddenly shifted to lower you down on the couch, and get on top of you.
“Mhmm…i won't deny that. I mean, anyone would be around you, doll.”
He pressed a few more soft kisses onto your lips as he said that—you almost felt like there were magnets attaching his lips to yours at this point—before moving them down to your neck and collar bones, making you hum lightly in satisfaction.
Lucifer then let hands slowly glide up your legs until he reached your hips, giving them an affectionate squeeze before he moved again. Grabbing the hem of your dress to slowly pull it up, just high enough to reveal the plushness of your thick thighs, giving him a quick peak of your black panties before it disappeared.
“Honestly, sweetheart…how do you always look so good…?” His lips moved down to press a kiss to your chest, his hands roaming over your hips and lower stomach, his thoughts becoming even more clouded and hazy from just the feel and the sight of you underneath him.
You dropped your head back against the plus couch, biting your bottom lip to hold in a smile at his words.
A content sigh came out of you as you slipped your hand into his hair again—a habit of yours it seems—as he started biting and kissing at your cleavage. Your legs moving to either side of his hips.
Lucifer loved seeing you like this, his chest just swelled with love and desire for you. The sight of you making both his heart and dick flutter, with your hair all sprawled behind you, your face flushed and your lips red and swollen from his kisses.
His hands roamed over your chest and stomach—squeezing whatever he can—his mouth taking its time as it moved over your skin, his mind only filled with the desire for you, with the pure need to take care of you.
He let out a small, quiet moan against your skin as he shifted his hips even closer to yours, his pants and your underwear separating them, much to your husband's dismay.
If it was up to Lucifer, he'd take you everywhere, he'd take you right here on the couch, on the expensive carpet of the living room, against the wall, anywhere he could have you really.
He kept one hand on your hips and moved his other hand up your neck until he got a nice gentle grip on your neck, his thumb tilting your chin up before moving his face up to pull you into a heated kiss.
A satisfied moan slipped out of your mouth and into his as you kissed him back, the weight of his hand around your throat giving you a nice tingle even if he wasn't squeezing.
You moved your hand to hold onto his wrist as you kept kissing, your tongues swirling together, creating small lines of saliva that connected both of you each time you pulled away only to get back to it again.
He then slowly began to grind his hips against your core through the fabric of your panties, his breath and lips getting a lot hotter as he felt the wetness seeping through the fabric to start coating his own clothes.
“Mhmm....honey~” You moaned with a small whine against his lips at the feeling of him grinding against you again.
Lucifer smiled into the kiss, adoring the sounds of your sweet moans and small whines against his lips. He loved it when you got like this, all needy and desperate for him.
He loved the sound of your voice and the way you called him by his petnames, it just fueled his desire for you even more.
He broke the kiss for a moment in favour of getting more air into his lungs, his eyes getting darker at the sight of your tongue slipping out to chase him. His breathing started getting heavier and more laboured with each grind of his hips against yours.
“God...you already feel so good and i haven't even fucked you, yet....” Lucifer whispered gruffly, leaning his forehead against yours and looking into your eyes with his darkened gaze, his breath coming out in small and heavy puffs as he kept moving his hips, almost humping you now.
You felt yourself getting more worked up at his dirty words. Your thighs pressed tighter against the side of his hips, wanting him closer, wanting him inside of you already.
“You want me, baby?” he mumbled against your ear, his voice lower pitched than usual, his words more of a statement than a question. He knew the answer but he still wanted to hear you say it out loud.
“Yeah…wanna feel you.” You whispered against his lips, titling your chin up to press a chaste kiss onto his lips.
He smiled a bit in satisfaction at your words, “Then i better give my pretty girl what she wants, right~?”
He groaned before pulling you into another heated kiss, his tongue twisting and moving against yours in an uncoordinated, drunken way but it didn't matter, you just needed him right now. Aggressively.
Lucifer pulled back reluctantly from the kiss, panting and breathless, his forehead resting against yours as he heard your small whine and suddenly felt your hand grabbing his belt, giving him a signal.
He gave you a drunken smile and a small chuckle in response before he took over to fumbling with his belt, trying to unbuckle it as quickly as possible. The sight making you grin in amusement.
Finally, he managed to get the belt loose and off of his waist, quickly tossing it onto the floor next to the couch before going to unbutton his pants but getting impatient halfway and just pulling the zip down instead.
He then shifted his weight a little above you, his arms resting on either side of your head as he watched you with hungry and darkened eyes. He couldn't wait any longer, he needed you now, and the alcohol seemed to do nothing to kill his libido. It may have heightened it actually.
“Lift your hips a little, doll.” He said softly, one of his hands already gripping at the hem of your dress.
You instantly followed his command, your hips lifted a little while he quickly grabbed the fabric of your dress, pushing it up to bunch up around your waist, until he revealed your black thong, then even further up your soft tummy.
He ran his fingers along the edge of the fabric, the dark color paired with the feeling of the lace against his fingers made his dick twitch in its confinement but he barely gave it a thought.
Too busy trying to get you naked, he just gripped the flimsy fabric more firmly and tugged at it—roughly and hurriedly.
Throwing them on the ground next to the couch, the sound of the fireplace still crackling next you aiding in the moodiness of the moment.
He then positioned himself in between your legs and gave you another sloppy kiss on the cheek, before getting back to it, pulling a giggle out of you.
You feel him take one of your thighs in his hand, pushing it up a bit so he can bend it and shift closer to you. His hand moved to grab his hardness, pull it out of his boxers and move to swipe it up and down your wet slit.
The feeling mixed with the sloppy sounds of the head of his cock pushing in a little to test the waters before slipping back out, it all made your eyes flutter shut with a tremble of your breath.
Your hips involuntarily pushed up against his, craving and needing more friction. Usually, you'd spend more time on foreplay but the two of you were too impatient for that.
Well, your husband was definitely very, very impatient since out of nowhere he was pushing his whole length deep inside of you.
Causing you to drop your head back against the couch with a loud, surprised moan while he let out one of his own.
Still, being a gentleman—debatable considering the circumstances—he gave you time to get used to his size.
Pressing his face into the crook of your neck, his lips nipped at your skin, feeling your breath over his shoulder as you panted, his own breath getting shakier as he tried to hold back a groan at your tightness.
And oh was it hard…Lucifer couldn't wait much longer, not after all of the teasing that he had to endure and certainly not with the feeling of your tight walls squeezing him so hard that it was clouding his mind and judgement.
Thankfully, you both seemed to be on the same page. Pushing your hips up against his, you breathed out a needy whine, your lips barely parted to complain and tell him to move already but he didn't let you—again— just quickly shut you up with a wet kiss.
“Relax, baby...I'll take care of you.”
He adjusted his weight and shifted a little, his hands grabbing both of your thighs, pulling them up a bit more and making sure that you're in position before he started to move, his breathing already erratic and laboured.
You being so tight and sensitive and him being in such a hurry wasn't helping. So he just started to slowly rock his hips, easing the both of you into it.
“That's it, pretty girl...Fuck, i needed this....” He whispered softly and gruffly, his head lolling back for a second as the pleasure took over him.
Your head lolled back against the couch with another whiny moan as he started slowly rocking his hips. Your chest arched up and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your hand held onto his forearm. “Oh, baby…”
He continued to move his hips, the grip he had on your thighs got tighter at the sound of your breathless gasps, his own breath getting harder as the heat started building inside of him.
Lucifer's hips picked up their pace—slowly at first, then gradually faster as his body got more used to the pleasure of being inside you. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with your moans and his heavy breathing.
His lips found yours again in a messy kiss—tongues colliding desperately—as he started thrusting into you harder. His hands now gripped your hips tightly to help guide himself deeper until you were almost feeling it in your gut.
“Fuck…you feel so good…” He groaned between kisses, “God damn it...so fucking perfect for me.”
You felt his forehead drop against yours, one of his hands moving away from your hips to grab at your hand, intertwining your fingers to hold it above your head.
Your free hand tried to desperately grab at the cushiony fabric beneath you, only to fail miserably. Making you redirect your attention to his half unbuttoned shirt.
Roughly grabbing it to pull him impossibly closer, loving the feeling of his weight on top of you, his scent surrounding you.
Even his stupid necklace—well it had your initials on it so maybe it wasn't that stupid—that was hitting your chin with his every thrust turned you on.
And your husband was equally turned on, your possessiveness doing something to him. Especially as you pulled even harder until one of the expensive buttons popped off and clanked against something but you couldn't be bothered to look.
Lucifer only grinned, his thrusts getting more erratic now—no rhythm anymore, just pure need and desperation.
You tilted your chin up with a whiny gasp of his name before smashing your mouth against his once again, even playfully pulling on his bottom lip. The action making him pull his hips back until only the tip was in, only to roughly snap them back.
“Shit, darling…” He panted out between kisses, “You're so fucking pretty...”
The compliments made your chest tighten with love—how could he still be this sweet while fucking you senseless?
"Ahh darling...oh fuck....ah I love you~” You whined pathetically next his ear, your hips trying to rock back against his thrusts when his speed stuttered at your words.
“Oh sweetheart...I love you...so fucking much, god~” He groaned out against your cheek, then pulling back up to stare into your eyes and add, “..so much…”
A smile cracked on your face in the midst of your moans at that. Before turning your face to trail some kisses up his jaw line while he started to slow down and grind his hips into deep circles.
And despite the fact that you were almost distracted by that—especially from how deliciously his tip was pushing at your sweet spot—you were a woman on a mission.
Your hand trailed down to start untucking his shirt from his half-off pants and slipping it inside, wanting to feel his skin.
"Baby~ off~!" Were you a spoiled brat? Maybe. But you were his favorite one, that's for sure.
Lucifer didn't hesitate—he sat up slightly, his arms lifting as you started to push the shirt off. The buttons that were still left undone made it easy for him to just shrug it off and toss it onto the floor somewhere.
“Oh yayyy~!!!” You called out with a playful, slightly drunken laugh, making him grin back in amusement.
The sight of your hands immediately pressing against his warm, toned chest made him shudder with pleasure while you bit your bottom lip at the feeling.
“Mmh…you're so hot, darling...” You hummed out unashamedly. Meanwhile he moaned softly when you traced over one of his nipples, “Fuck, love...you’re gonna make me cum so fast…”
“Mhm...cum then~” You teased and sure enough, the moment your fingers pinched his nipple—Lucifer's entire body jolted with pleasure.
“Not before you cum first-”
His words were cut off when a loud, shameless moan tore from his throat when you twisted at the buds. He bucked into you harder than before—his rhythm getting messy and uneven.
The stimulation was too much on top of how tight you were around him.
“F-fuck…baby…” He panted out in a broken voice, “Shit-ahhh...don't stop..!”
His hand flew to your waist again, gripping it tightly while he kept pounding into you.
Meanwhile, you felt his other hand trail up higher, the coolness of his wedding ring smoothing over the soft skin of your hip bones made you jolt before he suddenly slipped it in between your connected parts to start rubbing quick circles against your clit.
In a second, all that bravado from earlier was gone and so was your sanity as you moaned out loud. “Wait, luci- Ahh fuck~”
He held his gaze on you as he watched you getting lost in the pleasure, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips.
“Yeah you like that, huh, baby~?....Feels nice doesn't it...?” He whispered huskily, adoring how he could easily make your body react to his touch.
You couldn't talk back anymore, the sudden pleasure was overwhelming—your entire body tensing up, your thighs trembling around his waist as he rubbed circles on your clit with expert precision. The dual stimulation making your brain blank.
And lucifer wasn’t holding back anymore—he wanted you to cum just as badly as he did.
And cum certainly did. Before he did too, annoyingly.
You threw your head back with a loud cry, your back arching off the couch as the waves of your orgasm crashed into you.
Your nails dug into his shoulders involuntarily as you rode it out, squeezing him inside of you uncontrollably.
“Fuck…fuck- oh shit…” Lucifer’s own voice was breaking now too. His hand flew to your tit, taking his sensitivity out on your mound with a rough squeeze.
And with a few more rough thrusts later and he came undone—a deep moan leaving his lips before they parted in an “O” shape, eyes fluttering shut for a second.
He collapsed on top of you heavily, a little too drunk to worry about his weight on top of you but luckily you didn't mind.
Your mind numb with a familiar buzz while your husband pressed sloppy kisses all over wherever he could reach; your neck, cheek...anything he could reach really.
Finally you were barely able to catch your breath, the aftershocks of pleasure making your entire body tingle as you lazily wrapped your arms back around him.
Your hands rubbed up and down his back, your nails lightly scratching the skin just the way he liked it.
“Mm…I love you…” Lucifer mumbled against your skin between each kiss—his voice sleepy and content, making you smile as you puckered your lips back against every peck before softly confessing back, “love you more…”
He sighed and gave one last deep press of his hips, making sure that not a single drop of his seed spills out.
You whimpered from the sensitivity and he got the hint, slowly pulling out of you with a devastating squelching sound before dropping next to you.
“Ughh what a mess…” You slowly mumbled with a yawn as you felt the stickiness in between your legs.
Lucifer chuckled—exhausted but happy—as he turned his head to look at you, your flushed face and messy hair making him adore you even more. He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.
“Yeah…we’re sticky....and sweaty.” He agreed with an amused smile before stretching out like a lazy cat, arms above his head.
Giving you the opportunity to turn and take your rightful place, snuggling right against his chest. Your flushed cheek pressing into the sticky skin but you didn't care.
And he didn't care either—his arms instantly wrapping around you like a cocoon, one hand coming up to gently stroke your hair while the other rubbed slow circles on your back.
“You alright….? Feeling sore or anything?” He suddenly questioned, his hand moving to gently massage your abdomen and the insides of your thighs.
You exhaled into his neck, your eyes that had closed at some point fluttered back open to quip back, “Not too much…I feel good.”
“Just good ?”
You almost rolled your eyes at that but Lucifer could feel your smile against his skin. “I felt soooooooo good~”
It was his turn to smile now as he copied you sarcastically, “Sooooo good~”
Which made you give his chest a nip with your teeth in retaliation, and you finally settled down with a “serves you right”, when he yelped at the sting.
The fire still crackled quietly in front of you both, giving off a nice warmth that made you feel even cozier. The silence was peaceful—just filled with soft breathing and the small occasional sound from either of you shifting closer together.
Lucifer kissed the top of your head before resting his chin there, inhaling deeply—the scent of sex and you mixed into one comforting smell. He sighed happily.
“God…I love being married to you…” He suddenly whispered out loud without thinking about it first.
You chuckled a little at that, then tilted your head up to smile at him sweetly. “That's soooo cute.”
He gave you a weird look but it only made you giggle and hug him closer. “I love being married to you.”
You pressed a light kiss to his chest, right where his heart was—and where you previously bit him. “It's my favorite thing ever.”
Lucifer's heart melted—literally. His chest swelled with so much love that it physically hurt in the best way possible.
“Fuck…you’re gonna make me cry now.” He joked with a soft laugh, blinking away the slight sting in his eyes—no way was he crying.
You laughed a little in amusement, your hand moving up to cradle his face, thumb swiping at his cheek lightly. “Awww baby~”
He shook his head with a loud groan, annoyed that he suddenly got emotional, but still…he leaned down to kiss the crown of your head again before turning to press another one on your lips—gentle and loving this time instead of hungry or desperate like earlier.
The kiss lingered for a second before he pulled back just enough to smile down at you, completely smitten by every single thing about you.
“You're my whole world...nothing else matters to me more than you...” He murmured as his thumb brushed over your cheekbone.
You crinkled your nose cutely, his words making you a little bashful despite them being quite frequent in your day to day life.
You moved to hold the back of his hand that was on your cheek, before turning your face to press a long, loving kiss to his palm.
“Gosh...we're always so sappy after drinking.”
Lucifer chuckled softly in response, “That's because we're getting old.”
You sighed dramatically because of the truth in his words. “It gets worse with every century that passes too~”
Your mumble was barely audible as it got covered by a yawn coming from your lover. Your hand was still holding his larger one but instead you started absentmindedly playing with the wedding band on his pinky.
Lucifer warmly watched you play with his ring—it was a simple gold band, nothing too flashy, but it meant everything to him because it symbolized your love.
He turned your hand over and did the same, tracing over your own wedding ring before bringing it to his lips to kiss each knuckle slowly.
His eyes growing heavier by the second, the post sex bliss knocking him right out.
“Mmm…love when you play with my ring…” he slurred drowsily, “Feels nice…”
You cracked a sleepy smile and pressed a kiss to his own ring before nuzzling your face against his hand, “I love doing it…”
The words were barely out from how exhausted you were but Lucifer heard them, though, he couldn't be any more in love than he already was anyway.
Besides, his breathing had already evened out, his head now resting gently on top of yours as he finally dozed off. His arms still wrapped around you protectively, refusing to let go even in sleep.
Your fingers slowed down their movements against his ring until they stopped entirely—your own exhaustion finally winning over. The warmth from his body made it especially impossible not to drift off too.
Still, a small smile stayed on your lips as you closed your eyes…completely content with being right here like this.
He is incredibly bisexual. He's not even shy about that fact at all. He beds men and women as often as he can without coming off as a slut.
Not that being the Devil could really make him a slut in the first place.
He's a drinker and enjoys alcohol and drugs much more than any human would. Maybe it's because they make him feel good. It's not like anyone has ever asked him.
Playing the piano and singing are both things he loves to do. Maybe even more than sleeping with someone. It may depend on the day, though.
He has knowledge of everything that's happened on Earth due to having been an angel before he was exiled and made to oversee Hell.
He was always acting out and doing things he shouldn't have which was why he was punished in the first place.
God may be his father but there's no reason for him to force himself to listen. After all, he was no longer an Archangel. He's a fallen. A demon. Even though he still has his wings for a while.
Losing his wings had been incredibly painful but getting them back was also not pleasant. He'd just rather not admit that.
His demonic visage isn't pretty. it's not meant to be. Despite how he's supposed to be this awful creature that made people do things. Those were just people using his name as an excuse.
He's capable of feeling love. Which shows that despite the ugly demonic visage and his general personality more often than not, he can be true to someone if they show they're also interested in him.
Lux is his pride and joy. He loves his club and allows people to party and do whatever they want within reason inside the establishment.
// My canon for Lu is that gods are spirits or manifestations of some thing, and then are elevated to godhood through belief (which can transcend time and reach backwards a bit).
Angels aren't a separate thing. They're all part of a pantheon, with El as the god king. Also, other pantheons exist simultaneously, but because of syncretisation I like the idea that some gods either just existed in multiple pantheons, or split into pieces in some kind of divine mitosis way. I like the idea that Lucifer is connected to/is Prometheus but that's a bonus track.
Lucifer and Maze would LOVE April fool’s day. First they prank each other all day, but they both love it so much they turn it into a week’s event.
On April 1st after Maze moves in with Chloe, the pranks are mostly fun (some a bit inappropriate bc it’s Maze). But April 2nd rolls around and Maze forgets that not everyone pranks all week, so when Chloe finds her entire bedroom filled with puppies….
