#thirst post

[sirenja-and-stag]

I can already tell who’s going to love this.

[smuttothechase]

Lucifer has a daddy kink.

Lucifer one-shot ❤︎

warning/tags: MDNI. NSFW. daddy kink, dom/sub undertones, praise, squirting, slow burn? Lucifer x fem!sinner!reader, established relationship, vaginal fingering, finger sucking, slight teasing, dirty talk, freaky, choking, and lowkey shit writing, hella Lucifer glaze, sorry not sorry

a/n: yes, hazbin hotel season 2 is out and i cannot stop thinking about Lucifer Morningstar, his fine self. i seriously went a bit crazy with this, but that last episode with his new song had me FERALL | ᯓ★ 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

When the people of hell ask you what it’s like dating the king of hell, Lucifer, you would first say how you simply didn’t expect it to happen.

Sure, he’s always made you feel a type of way. Your first time seeing him, you knew you’d want to sink your fangs in.

Then you saw his true demon form, and his beautiful pearly white and red wings on the day of that crazy, holy, battle, and before you could stop your mouth from moving.. “Wow..” you sighed, in awe of the king himself. “He’s beautiful.”

Charlie, of course, was already watching you with that crazed, hopeful, look in her eyes and since then she made it her mission to get you guys together.

It isn’t news that Lucifer isn’t fond of sinners, he thinks they’re disgusting and the worst. But you believe in Charlie’s cause. You had a hopeful and beautiful look in your eye as Charlie explained the hotel to you. Lucifer most certainly noticed that, and it made it easier for him to fall for you.

Your relationship with him grew to be extremely passionate, romantic and beautiful.

Who knew the fallen angel, Lucifer, the king of hell, could love so hard.

Coming across Lucifer was like finding a diamond in a gold mine. You truly believe you are the luckiest woman in hell. His loyalty to you is unlike any devotion you’ve seen from others. He genuinely loves you, and you love him.

Actually, he’s OBSESSED with you in every single way, and is always so quick to compliment you, kiss you, touch you, please you.

He’s such a simpp, but you lovee it. You CAN’T have it any other way. Fuck that nonchalant shit, you like what’s yours to be loving you loud and without shame. And that’s exactly the kind of person YOUR king of hell is. Your precious, fallen angel.

And believe it, he’s sooo eager to please HIS precious, little angel.

That’s why when you two are relaxing downstairs with the rest of the gang, and you tug on his coat, looking up at him through your pretty lashes to get his attention, he immediately knows something is up.

His precious girl definitely needs something. You can’t help it or control yourself, stealing quick glances at him while you’re with everyone else still makes you get flashbacks of your last night with Lucifer. You couldn’t take it anymore.

You lean closer and whisper in his ear, “Luci, my love. I need you so bad right now.” He thinks he might just pounce and fuck you right then and there.

Ohhh, FUCK, he’s ready to ruin you.

Subtly and sneakily, watching the others to make sure they don’t interrupt your “spicy convo”, he snakes his hand around your waist and pulls you in a bit closer, locking eyes with you.

He leans in as well, his breath on your ear sending literal shivers down your spine and asks, “You gonna be a good girl for your king, angel?”

You sigh and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against you, and whisper against his lips, “Anything for you, my king.”

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Yeah, he thinks he might just die.

Actually, YOU think you might die.

He has you wetter than you’ve ever been before, fingering your pretty little pussy with his jaw slacked, and eyes hooded, filled with a deep, dark desire.

He’s hungry for more, breathless, watching you squirm and react to every single touch he blesses you with.

He loves to finger the shit out of you, finger your pussy soo good, and watch you come undone from just that alone, sometimes, and he’s most certainly skilled at it.

“He must have the hands of God.” You think to yourself as your back arches.

It’s not enough, though. He NEEDS more.

He leans down toward your perfectly fucked out face and makes out with you so passionately, letting his tongue feel around in your mouth, letting both of your tongues tangle and swirl around each other. The kiss is HOT, sexy and desperate.

He pulls away from the kiss but still keeps his face very close to yours, his labored breaths hitting your face. You note how he smells like cinnamon bark and vanilla. God, you just wanna devour him.

“Baby,” you whine against his lips.

He curls his fingers and moves them in and out rhythmically. “That feel good, my sweet girl?”

“Mhmm, yess, baby. Fuu- yess, Luci,” You choke out.

He groans at the sound of your voice, he just lovess hearing you moan. You’re so loud and reactive. He can never ever get enough of it, how filthy the sounds are that you make, but how it’s so fucking sexy at the same time. He can’t stand it.

He can’t stop himself from bringing his hand around your throat and continues to finger fuck you at the same time. He brings himself closer to your ear and licks it a little before huskily mumbling in your ear, “Say yes, daddy.”

You gasp and shiver at the sensation of his forked tongue on your ear and his low voice. You might just come right now.

“Mmm. Y-Yess, daddy,” you whimper, desperately. You can’t take it anymore, you’re seriously wet and horny for him, off his skilled ass fingers and his voice.

You moan again while grinding against his hand, “Faster, please, daddy, please. M’gonna come.” The words helplessly spill out from your pretty lips, filled with heat and undeniable desire.

He moans from hearing you beg, letting him know how how dumb you are off his fingers alone.

“Yeah, angel? You love when daddy fingers you like this, hm? My pretty girl.” He muses as he changes his fingers’ tempo, removing them from inside you and bringing his very wet fingers to rub your clit, rubbing it so quickly that you immediately approach your climax.

“Mm, yess, daddy, please keep goingg, just like tha— ah!” You squirt like crazy. All over his hands and his sheets, your slick and wetness is everywhere.

“Woww, look at you,” Lucifer hisses, more than amused. “Look at this mess you made from only my fingers, princess.“

He brings his fingers to your mouth, giving you a knowing, suggestive look and you waste no time on wrapping your yummy lips around his digits, sucking and slurping all over his fingers. Sucking them like they are his hard, delicious cock.

You lick and suck his fingers clean, eagerly, moaning around them, all while looking him in the eye, happy to please your king in any single way.

He moans and literally growls at the sight of you licking his fingers like they’re about to disappear, and he thinks he might lose it.

He knows he’s really done it, though, when he feels your pretty hands paw at his hard on, through his trousers.

He looks at you to find out you’re already hungrily looking at him through your wet lashes and you literally fucking purr, “Your turn, daddy.”

He’s in for a longgg night, baby.

⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧

a/n: wow. i must say i had SO much fun writing this. i’ll be honest, i never thought i’d ever end up writing for Lucifer or any character from hazbin, for that matter. but i seriously couldn’t help myself. this is also unexpectedly long. i just love writing for a simpy ass mannn ugh

ᯓ★ 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 | ᯓ★ 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔪𝔢

[batzrus]

Imagine Mark Grayson...

Warnings: 18+, dubius-consent.

As children you both loved sleepovers. you were always at each other's house, snuggled under the covers, sharing laughs, giggles and snot bubbles. Even as you grew older you two always found yourselves taking refuge in each other's homes. It was a thing share between only the two of you. Even now you find yourself wrapped in his sheets, hyper aware of the heat that radiates off him. You were about to learn that just because tradition doesn't end, doesn't mean they can't change.

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You woke up gradually, sweating, breathing heavily and confused and way too aware of the breath on the back of your neck. You're sluggish, too slow to realized when he shuffles closer practically fusing to your back, his musk invading your nose, hot and suffocating. You try to shift away, your heart picking up speed and pounding against your fragile rib cage. 'A mistake' your brain conjures, searching for any excuse, anything that could distract you from the heat coursing through your veins and the solid body that stuck close to your skin. Over the years you'd spent together you had grown use to his presence but never like this.

This proximity forces you to feel everything, especially how much hotter he seems and just how much he starts to squirm. You feel the same pounding in his chest, its erratic and fearful the way its trying to jump out his chest. You stiffen as his hands grip your sides, lips trembling against your skin. A nightmare, you think by the way he whimpers and whines into your neck, dragging you impossible closer until you're slotted together like a jigsaw pupzzle, and hunching himself in you as if to hide.

You refuse to acknowledge it. Mind and will overpowering your traitorous body. You and Mark were friends, just friends. You played tag together as kids, played uno with each other's families, caught frogs in a ditch and ate dirt out each other's hands. You remember his gummy grin. For God's sake you knew him since he was a child. You could never think of him in this way, never, never, never. You didn't notice the way he grew taller, filling out his clothes in ways you could only imagine. You didnt notice the way his voice deepened, every call of your name sending shivers down your spine. You didn't notice how his gummy smile transformed into that shiny bashful grin, framed by those plump pink lips. You didn't notice. You couldn't notice. You didn't. You— could have sworn he moaned your name.

His heavy breath fans across your flushed skin, his heart pounding against you in the same rhythm, so in sync as if he's feeding on what you radiate. He squirms against your back like a worm, muscles tensing to grip your sides until pain fans across your waist, ripping at the last of your restraint. You're just about ready to turn around and wake him before you feel it— Something grinds against your ass, strong as steel and relentless. Only then you realize his whimpers and whines change into something more like a groan which then bleeds into gasps and moans as you find yourself rolling your ass into his arousal.

For someone so strong, he is painfully vulnerable in mind, responding so generously to your touch. "F-Fuck..." has you mindlessly shifting each other's positions, and settling right on top his throbbing arousal, putting in extra work to coax more sounds from his drool smeared lips.

Something in the back of your mind probes you to stop, begging for the last piece of dignity left alone. Instead, you find yourself reaching deeper, feeling at his twitching abdomen with trembling fingers, tugging at the loose waist band of his pants, and playing with boundaries that you should've never been near.

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