Just thinking about pulling Lucifer away from his desk because you can tell he's getting anxious and stuck in his head. Again. An impromptu slow dance is the perfect remedy for whatever issue he's struggling with, despite his protests.
Of course it works. He feels lighter. His smile returns to his handsome face. Now he's more focused on matching the sway of your hips, staring into your beautiful eyes, and having the honor of twirling you around the room before dipping you with a sweet, grateful kiss. his worries don't seem as intimidating as before, and he can think with more of a level head.
Lucifer eating the reader out for the first time and they squish his head between their thighs-
just, squish, and he starts purring and his tail is goin haywire... unsquish and he big sad then repeat until Reader finally understands that the king loves being squashed by his loves~❤️
Oh he loooooves being smushed between your plushie thighs~
Imagine your eyes just following his tail as it happily swishes back and forth. you can feel the soft rumble of his purring against your mound as he rolls your clit around with his tongue. His blissful, half-lidded eyes watch you from between the soft embrace of your legs around his head. And his face looks so cute all squished like that hehehe
You have to remind Lucifer to keep moving his hips sometimes because he can't stop kissing you blind. He just gets lost in the taste of you. The softness of your lips. The sounds you make when his mouth is on yours as he's making love to you. He has to swallow them all, you see.
He will pull away with a little apology and resume his thrusting for a time. But it's only so long until you see his eyes drop down to your slightly agape mouth and you see that yearning in his eyes again. That hunger. And it makes your heart bounce and flutter in your chest with anticipation for him to claim it once again~
Prompts; They get hurt to save you. // They let you hold them. Requests open at time of writing.
Congratulations on being my first request haha! Of course you can - he’d definitely ‘let’ you hold him in the most begrudging, I-can’t-physically-stop-you way possible. Hope you like it!
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You had thought the angels were gone. You were convinced, in fact, that you were safe and there was nothing more to worry about. So when three appeared from nowhere and charged towards you all at once, you didn’t stand a chance.
Years of muscle memory meant you had your angel blade in hand before they got to you. Your gut told you to run for the closest one, the one a little apart from the others. Your weapon pierced its heart without hesitation, before it could take a swing at you. There wasn’t time to contemplate the pour soul the creature had been occupying as a vessel.
But it became apparent all too quickly that the others had moved faster than you had anticipated. There was one on each side of you now, bolting towards you and fully armed. Their one and only aim was your death. You were trying to turn around fast enough, to get into a defensive stance before it was too late. But there simply wasn’t time. You braced for the impact of a blade, even as you raised your own. Because if you were going down, at least one of them was going with you.
But the hit never came.
Your vision was rendered useless for a moment as pure white light erased everything around you, sending you off balance. The piercing scream you had come to expect when dealing with angels blocked out every thought in your head. When the noise and the light died down, you almost thought you were hallucinating.
Between you and your enemies was Lucifer, standing tall and proud as ever. The angels were still for just a fraction of a second. And then reality came crashing back in when blood started to bloom through the back of Lucifer’s cream coloured jacket. He coughed, keeping his feet but swaying. You rushed forwards to see one of the angels drop dead by his hand, its weapon glistening with the blood of Lucifer’s vessel. The other one had its own blade still embedded in his side. The archangel’s eyes glowed red, but the show vanished quickly. He was in no condition to fight and the last creature knew it.
You, on the other hand, were quite the opposite. You were already keyed up from the fight, and now not only had Lucifer flown to your aid – a miracle in and of itself – but some ordinary every day angel had managed to injure him. You intended to kill it as quickly as possible. But as it drew back its arm to face you, it snatched the blade from Lucifer’s side. He collapsed without a word.
You swore, drawn into another round of a fight you couldn’t concentrate on out of fear for Lucifer. You stayed defensive, keeping yourself between the angel and the Devil. He wouldn’t be able to defend himself if you failed. Every step and swing seemed sluggish, like your foe was dragging out your fight, trying to tire you. You would have thanked any deity listening when you landed the final blow.
You glanced around briefly to make sure no other problems had materialised, then dropped to your knees beside Lucifer. He groaned quietly, covering his wounds with his hands where he laid on his side. There was blood at the corner of his mouth.
You almost laid a hand on his shoulder, then thought better of it. He could have had enough juice left to smite you, after all.
“Lucifer?” You asked, leaning down as you tried to get his attention. “Can you hear me?”
“‘Course I can hear you,” he snapped, but it lacked its usual fire.
His eyes were squeezed shut and his teeth bared as he tried to deal with the pain. You itched to cover his wounds with something, to get a first aid kit from the car and start trying to limit the damage. But he wasn’t human, however much he looked it. And he wasn’t going to let you babysit him that easily.
“Can I do anything?” You tried instead.
It took a lot of willpower not to wither when his eyes opened a fraction, pinning you with a furious glare.
“Yeah, tell you what,” he snarled, “unclip my wings. Then I can heal myself before Nick here bleeds out on me.”
Your words got stuck in the back of your throat. That at least meant Lucifer himself wasn’t in danger of dying, but clearly the angelic steel had taken its toll. You didn’t know what would happen to him if he lost his vessel now. But you also couldn’t reverse the magic that was keeping Lucifer’s power in check. You didn’t even know how he’d managed to break enough of it to fly in and save you. You hesitated.
“I don’t-”
“I know. You don’t know how to, you can’t because the Winchesters said so. Heard it before.”
He cut himself off with an aborted gasp, and a shudder which he failed to conceal. Your stomach twisted with worry.
“No, don’t do that,” Lucifer muttered, waving a hand around almost at random and catching your pant leg. It left a slash of red in its wake. “Don’t wanna hear it.”
You sat up straighter at the sudden slurred way he was speaking. Archangel or not, you had to do something. You left without another word to get the first aid kit, taking your place beside him again as quickly as you could. Lucifer watched vaguely, with disinterest as you began tipping out packaged bandages onto the grass.
“Won’t help,” he announced. “Don’t need it. ‘M an angel, it’ll heal.”
His eyes now seemed to be closed out of tiredness rather than as a coping strategy. Not a good sign. You rested a hand on top of his and then grasped his wrist as you tried to pull his hand away to get a better look at his wound. He resisted with a strength you hadn’t expected.
“Lucifer, come on. Please let me help,” you said, hearing the burgeoning panic in your own voice even though you tried to disguise it. “You have to-”
Your mouth went dry, your words failing you as he sat bolt upright and loomed forwards into your space. His eyes flickered red once again.
“I don’t have to do anything, you pathetic little-”
His face blanched, screwed up in pain. And he collapsed directly onto you. You caught him automatically, because just letting him fall to the ground had never once been an option. His head ended up against your shoulder, your arms wrapped around him and keeping him as stable as you could manage. His hair, soft and longer at the top, brushed your cheek.
Trying to comfort him was equally as automatic.
“Okay, you’re alr-”
“Shut up,” he ground out, pressing his forehead harder against your shoulder to block out some of the pain.
He wasn’t strong enough to raise his head.
So, in the absence of being able to give him medical aid, you did the next best thing. You adjusted your grip until it was more of a hug than a frantic catch. You laid flat palms against his back, dared to gently brush your thumb up and down where you held him. When he didn’t bite your head off, you carried on.
“I don’t get you,” he mumbled, close enough that you felt his breath over your collarbone. “Why you give a crap.”
You had to fight not to smile.
“You did just save my life,” you murmured, the words playful in the hopes he wouldn’t get cross again. “That has to count for something.”
He stayed quiet for a moment. But the next time he told you to shut up, there wasn’t really any bite in it at all.
( https://www.tumblr.com/willoryn/824753124731404288/okay-hear-me-out-lucifer-and-hypno-kink-like?source=share )
Going further with this, cause I'm an absolute slut for hypnosis, imagine Lucifer using his hypnosis to have fun with you and toy with you. Placing some triggers that he can use to tease you with whenever your being bratty or he's feeling just a little flirty he'll mutter something like "Who's Luci's puppy?~" and you just melt.
AAAAA what a scoundrel he is!!
You're being bratty and a relentless tease and all he has to do is look in your eyes and say "Tsk tsk, that's not nice, is it~? be sweet for me now~" and you're suddenly placid. Melting in his arms, collapsing into him and nuzzling against his chest like a tired kitten seeking his warmth. He just wraps his arms around you and smiles down at your now calm, blissful expression. Purring in approval and petting your head. "there's my good little pet~"
It's only for a moment, though, as per your terms. Then the spell is broken and you're snapping out of it mid-nuzzle. You return to your bratty ways and huff at him when you realize what happened.
"Ass." you mumble, your cheeks heating up. Yet you don't pull away from his chest and he just chuckles at you. You're so cute, he can't help but mess with you~
notes: caressing, fondling, breasts, humping, pet names, body worship, smell kink, sexual violence, d-slur, unintentional breath play, dirty talk, whimpering
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for those of you following this series, what are some things you'd like to see? any specific kinds of fluff or smut scenes or kinks?
Somewhere in the evening of your first date, Lucifer asked if you wanted to change into some pajamas. You described what you would like to wear and he made it for you, a short-sleeved black and gray button-down top with matching shorts. He made the same pajamas for himself, only his colors were light pink and white. He thought you looked adorable together and asked if he could take a photo, which you allowed.
He posted it on his Sinstagram and you taught him how to tag you. You told him to write something cute in the caption, so he wrote:
“first date. no u-haul, unfortunately, but we have matching pjs,” followed by a bunch of duck emojis.
He published it after asking you if it was okay.
Throughout the day, he was getting the hang of asking for consent. He did it every time he wanted to touch you or kiss you, and every time he wanted you to kiss him. Your evening was fairly mild compared to the intense morning and afternoon you shared.
He turned off the TV and lied down under the covers with you. You lied on your back and he was tucked in against you on his side, one arm around you and one leg on yours.
“Where can I touch you?” he asked.
“Anywhere that you can’t penetrate or stimulate something,” you responded.
He immediately slid his hand under your top, slowly caressing the skin of your stomach. He ran his palm against you, and then the back of his hand. He shifted, his cock already erect in his shorts and pressed against your thigh.
He moved his hand to your hip and rubbed on your skin there, fondling your fat and squeezing it. “I’ve been watching these big, beautiful hips for months,” he said to you softly. “Do you know how absolutely wild they’ve driven me?”
You shook your head. “I still can’t believe you’ve been into me that long.”
He breathed heavily. You were able to excite him just by allowing him to massage your hip. He squeezed the side of you, on top of your hip and below it. You arched a bit, which made him squeeze harder to get you to arch like that again.
He finally moved his hand a little higher, rubbing horizontally across until he hit the bottoms of your breasts. He trailed his fingers over the area. He could feel the indent from a day spent trapped inside a bra. He alternated the pressure of his touches, sometimes gentle and sometimes rough, nurturing the region.
He cupped underneath your breast, avoiding your nipple like you ordered. As he rubbed, fondled, and caressed your tit, his gentle breaths changed into moaning. “They’re so fucking soft,” he whispered, grinding his cock against you through his shorts.
He stopped himself. You said he could touch whatever he couldn’t penetrate or stimulate, but he didn’t know if that meant with just his hand, or with any part of his body, and he didn’t want to ask. Instead, he denied himself the pleasure.
He pulled his hand out from your shirt to grab a pillow and place it between his cock and your thigh.
“You don’t-” you started, and stopped.
“What? I don’t what? No pillow?”
You didn’t respond, but you were breathing as heavily as he was.
“Fuck, please, princess, tell me,” he rubbed his face against the fabric of your shirt, desperate for you. “Tell me to put the pillow away.”
“Okay, yes. Yes, put it away.”
He threw it out and went back to what he was doing, humping your beautiful, fat thigh through his shorts. He was on top of you. He buried his face in your shirt, between your breasts, hating the shirt for being in his way.
“Can you unbutton your shirt so I can feel your skin with my face?” he asked you.
With shaky movements, you undid just the top buttons, and he immediately opened up the shirt to shove his face against your breasts.
He inhaled deeply, your scent so fucking incredible right there between your tits, so erotic and enticing. He humped a little harder, starting to bruise the top of your thigh with his cock. He had his hands under your shirt, squeezing your breasts from the sides, suffocating himself in your breast fat and skin and smell.
“Oh my fucking hells,” you tried to squeeze your legs together, but one of his was between yours as he humped your thigh.
He emerged from between your breasts and looked up at you, panting just as he was. “Do you need something, darling? All you need to do is ask. I’m completely yours, you know that, yes?”
You shook your head, then nodded, and gripped the bedsheets with both hands, writhing underneath him.
He hovered over you, not grinding anymore; focused on observing you. “Am I making you feel good, my darling?” he just wanted to hear you say it.
You nodded, gazing at him full of lust, looking so sexy he could hardly stand it.
“What do you want, angel?” he whispered, trying to push you to be honest with him. You so clearly wanted him. You so clearly wanted to squeeze your thighs together. He was so glad his leg was there to prevent you. He imagined using a spreader bar on you one day. Fuck, he would go absolutely insane watching you writhing like this, begging for him to remove the bar so you could feel more friction between your legs.
You weren’t using the safe words and stopping him, but you weren’t replying either. If only he didn’t become so much dumber when his blood was filling up his cock. He tried to think of how else he could push you over the edge.
He crawled up higher and pressed his face against your neck, using a hand to move your head to the side a bit. He didn’t lick you or suck on you like he wanted. He didn’t even kiss you. He just breathed in rhythm with you, and grazed your sensitive skin with his bottom lip. He moaned and you arched your back, so he moved even closer and moaned again, gently in your ear.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispered to you, and there was that arch again. He loved watching you react to him like this. “I’m fucking obsessed with you,” he continued. “This is exactly how I pictured you looking when I stroked my cock in your bed.”
You tried to stifle a squeal and covered your mouth with the back of your hand.
“You make the prettiest sounds I’ve ever heard,” he told you. “I respect that you didn’t want to be too intimate too fast,” he didn’t but he tried to. “But don’t you want to come, baby? Isn’t this insufferable for you?”
You didn’t answer him. You were panting, your eyes darting around. He wanted to know what you were thinking. He wanted to know what you were denying yourself.
“What if you touched yourself, darling?” he whispered in your ear like the little devil he was. “That wouldn’t break any rules, would it? I could hide my face right here in your pretty hair. I wouldn’t see anything. You’re so good to me, don’t you deserve some release?”
“Fuck,” you said, and then “Lucifer.”
“What is it, angel?” he rubbed his face against your neck. He wanted to bite you and taste you, but he controlled himself. This wasn’t about him right then. He just wanted to help you feel good.
“Talk to me, baby, please,” he whimpered against you.
“Get out of here,” you told him,
“Whoa, what?”
“Go somewhere. The hallway. The bathroom. Anywhere.”
“Darling, you don’t mean-”
“That’s what I want. I want to make myself come in your bed when you’re not here to enjoy it.”
“Oh wow, that’s-”
“A consequence. Of your betrayal.”
Lucifer was devastated but more than that he was impressed. “Let me know when to come back,” he told you, and portaled himself quickly into his bathroom. He pressed his ear hard against the door and could barely hear you. He opened the door a little, which was better, and sat there, jerking off on his bathroom floor, listening to you fuck yourself to spite him.
My first post, and probably my only one! I’m currently writing my first Hazbin Hotel fic on AO3 — “The Girl from the North.” There are very few works in the fandom featuring Snake!Lucifer, so I decided to try and change that.
Summary: Many people love animals: cats, dogs, fish, and parrots. But any animal is a huge responsibility, and one that should be taken very seriously. Maria knew and understood this when she found a white snake in the forest and took it in. However, the medical student had no idea that the level of responsibility would increase dramatically when the snake turned out to be the King of Hell, who had decided to escape his problems for a while by retreating into the mortal world.
If this sounds like something you’d be interested in reading, I’d be very happy to see you in the comments on AO3!
Okay, hear me out, Lucifer and hypno kink, like Kaa from The Jungle Book. Basically Lu goes into snake form and uses his hypno eyes to entrance you and just gently wraps you up in his coils. And what makes this even better is his always asks for your consent beforehand.
IM SO SORRY IDK HOW THIS GOT MISSED
Aaa especially when you've been so stressed out that you just really need some time where your brain can just shut off. No more thoughts. No more anxiety. Just for a little while, you tell him. And you trust Lucifer more than anyone.
Now all you need to do just just lay back and let him lull you into a trance. Give yourself over to him freely, let him take that stress away for a little while. Let him fill your head with pretty explosions of color. The sensation of weightlessness. Feel nothing but the strong embrace of his coils around you and his hands gently petting your hair, your cheeks as you drift away. Hear nothing but his lullaby, smooth and sweet as honey in your ears.
He'll take good care of you and keep you safe, sweetling~
