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Showering with Lucifer

·Characters: Lucifer x GN! Reader

·Word Count: 1100+

·Rating: Mature/Explicit (Minors DNI)

·Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Smut

·Tags: domestic fluff, mentions of reader being sick, gender neutral body parts, oral sex, penetration, mentions of fangs and marking

·A/N: was gonna write this for all seven demon bros but I got carried away with Lucifer’s part! Lemme know which brother/dateable you’d like to see in this scenario next ♡

Typically, Lucifer prefers to use the shower over taking a bath

Most of the time, he gets down to business in the shower; no time to dawdle about with distractions, he has a schedule to adhere to, titles to maintain and a House to oversee.

Very thorough, he has his showers down to a 5 minute routine in a very methodical order

He has always used the same set of products he enjoys, originally a gift - a Dragon’s Blood bath set given randomly by Lord Diavolo; it works for him and he thinks it smells nice, so why mess with perfection? 

However, things started changing the closer your relationship with him grew

At first he didn’t really care to shower with you because he often didn’t have the time and thought it would be more efficient to shower separately

One evening you find yourself feeling rather sick, which prompts Lucifer to insist on looking after you in his room, despite you already being comfortably curled up in your own bed

“If anyone is capable of bringing you back to health, it’s me,” he said with his arms crossed, his usual air of arrogance lingering around his words

He gathers up a few of your things and put them in the empty backpack hung on the back of your closet door, before slinging it over his shoulder and scooping you up in his arms

Of course he could keep a better eye on your condition in his room, safely tucked into his silky soft bed sheets

As he watches over you, shock and concern paints his features as he notices that your condition continues to get worse

You’re running a fever that needs to be broken, so he draws you a bath and tends to you personally 

Sat behind you in the tub as he leans you against his bare chest, he gently washes your hair with his shampoo, making sure to be careful as he rinses everything out, softly running his gloveless fingers through the strands

His gentleness to you while you’re in such a vulnerable state brings the two of you even closer together than before, emboldened with a new sense of trust and familiarity 

After that, you find yourselves becoming increasingly inseparable, which naturally results in you sleeping in his bed and using his shower quite often

Several of your favorite bath products now line the walls of his shower

Some random weekend mornings his hair will smell like your conditioner, and it will give him the most smug of grins for the entirety of the day

He’s even more smug and prideful when you are the one wearing his scent, though

He usually tries to stay on task when you shower together, making sure you’re both completely clean from head to toe

There are many nights, however, in which he finds himself unable to reign in his urges - to hell with paperwork, he’d rather lose himself in you right now

He lathers his body gel down your body, his hands caressing each of your curves slowly yet firmly as he further commits them to his memory, watching as the water cascades down your body to rinse the suds away

His lips trail soft kisses down your jaw, his fangs lightly nipping at your neck as he hungrily makes his way down to your collarbone, a mark or two of his slowly blooming across the surface of your skin

He continues his way down your body, briefly stopping to swirl one of your sensitive nipples around his eager tongue, before continuing down to truly taste you

He throws one of your legs over his shoulder, holding you up as he helps himself - lapping and sucking away at your sex, pushing you closer to your first orgasm with each deliberate stroke

Your hands can’t help but to slide to his crown, gripping onto his horns in order to keep you grounded in reality as you try your best to keep your eyes locked on his

His crimson eyes gaze up at you as he worships every inch of you, and every drop of your sweet nectar on his lips fills him with a sense of pride that only your pleasure can bring, both of you riding those feelings into the stratosphere 

After bringing you to climax, he pushes your leg down and slides up your body, hooking and holding your leg around his waist as he uses his other hand to line himself up with you

He slowly begins to push himself inside of you, strained groans splashing off the walls with the shower’s rain as he gradually slides himself deeper 

You feel so good around him that he can’t help it when his wings unfurl the moment he finally sinks all the way into you, the last thread of control he had finally unraveling 

He sets a slow and steady pace as he pours every ounce of passion into each individual thrust, his hand gripping your thigh as his thrusts slowly start to pick up in pace

And every thrust fills you with more and more pleasure, building up inside of you, the crescendo threatening to erupt at any moment as your eyes roll into the back of your head - you hear him whisper your name

“Look into my eyes…” he said in a husky tone as he put a hand on your sex and overstimulates it as he continues to thrust into you, his rhythm growing erratic as he pushes you both over the edge into pure bliss

He locks his lips to yours as you both ride that high, wanting to make the moment last as long as possible

Even as you try to gently pull away from him, he whispers, “just a moment longer, my love,” as he slides his hold around you just a bit tighter, a small laugh escaping your lips before you steal another kiss from him

As you wrap up your shower together, he helps rinse you off one more time, before offering a hand to help you out of the shower and wrapping you in a warm, fluffy towel

He dresses you in one of his bathrobes before setting off to grab you a set of pajamas, trying his best to hide his smirk when he returns with one of his own shirts and a half assed excuse - you knew you had an extra set in his bottom drawer, but you didn’t even hesitate to grab his shirt and throw it on

Once you finish your routine, you both crawl into his bed

You find yourself in your natural place, snuggled up to his chest with his arms wrapped around you

As you both begin to drift off into slumber together, he presses a kiss to the top of your head

“I love you so much,” he whispers, “sweet dreams, my little lamb.”

And with his final thoughts of the night, he can’t help but to think how much better you make even the tiniest aspects of his life, a smile on his face as sleep finally takes him

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I wanna have soft needy sex with Mammon and just enjoy being with him and loving him. I want to cuddle with him and just lay together doing absolutely nothing but being happy to be with each other. Maybe we could listen to some music and he can stroke my back while I rub his chest. I want Mammon to give me kisses and we can keep on kissing each other until we get a little horny but we just aren’t able to get rowdy so we just stroke each other until we get off. Then we lay there and smile at each other, so grateful to have each other.

Anyways Francesca by Hozier is giving mammon <3

MORE, MORE, MORE

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ MAMMON x f! reader MC

syn: one orgasm is never enough for mammon, he’s greedy for it. well, he’s the avatar of greed after all. he lives up to the name of course, proudly so.

── cw: nsfw (mdni), smut, unprotected sex, creampie, implied multiple orgasms (f & m), overstimulation, pet names (sweetheart, treasure, darling), not proofread.

“ma—ah fuck..! m-mammon, can’t—ngh!” “aah shit..! just one more f’me, my sweetheart.” mammon let out a heated gasp, his rosy lips parted before burying his face in the junction of your neck—soft breaths ghosting over the sensitive skin of your sweaty neck. your vision was met with his snowy strands that your fingers dug into, occasionally tugging at the roots, earning groans from mammon as he ploughs into your cunt.

‘just one more’ you knew that was nothing but a blatant lie, especially coming from the greediest demon himself—it was never just one more when it came to sex, sometimes mammon would go to the extent where both of you were as overstimulated as you could get; silent screams as pleasure took over your bodies, the coil deep in your stomach snapping oh so deliciously that it’s almost painful, and his balls emptying the last bit of load he has after all the rounds.

your head spun, the corners of your teary vision slowly filled with dark spots that disappeared as quickly as they formed. you’ve already came twice around his cock, and you’ve lost count of how many times mammon brought you to your orgasm with his tongue and fingers, so your body was already sensitive to any kind of touch. you could feel your legs trembling as mammon pushed and pulled his hard cock over and over again, the way your walls clamped around his shaft, allowing you to feel every ridge of it.

it was sticky, damp, and stuffy. the mixture of your’s and his cum dripped out of your sopping cunt and down to the mattress, creating loud, wet noises that bounced around the walls of his room. mammon’s heavy balls slapped against your sweaty skin, making a sticky mess down where the two of you connected.

his king-sized bed squeaked with each desperate thrust of his hips, the headboard repeatedly hitting the wall as if it was locked in a rhythmic curse. thud. thud. thud. mammon was sure his brothers could hear the deafening thuds of his headboard but he couldn’t care less. another strained groaned left his throat as you scratched your nails down his bare muscled back, your hands running through an evident bump on it—his wings were starting to come out. his horns were also becoming visible, the ebony spirals emerging from his snowy hair.

mammon growled as he felt himself shift into his demon form from the immense pleasure that washed over his whole body. he sunk his teeth into your shoulder, causing pleasurable pain to shoot up to your neck as his canines grew in size. “aah.. mammon..!” “haah! t-that’s it, my treasure.. moan for me.” mammon lifted his head from your neck, an evident deep crimson blush spread on his cheeks as he met your gaze—his pupils were blown with lust, eyes also teary from the never-ending pleasure. fuck, you could stare at his eyes all day; the way his blue irises faded into a golden yellow at the bottom, like the ocean meeting the citrine sky as the sun dips below the horizon.

before you could close your eyes shut from the way mammon’s blunt tip was repeatedly hitting your cervix, you noticed a faint flapping sound over the ringing of your ears—something slicing through the damp atmosphere of the room and blowing hot air. it didn’t take you long to notice the full-grown pair of wings on his back, flapping with every eager thrust of his hips—it’s bat-like structure proudly stretching out to reveal it’s entire length.

the white markings across his tanned torso were now evident too, mammon was in his full demon form. it was always like this with him whenever he reached overstimulation, the immense pleasure his body held was too much that it often resorted to him unintentionally transforming. his wings moved in synched with his hard thrusts, allowing him to pound harder and reach deeper into you. mammon threw his head back, a heated gasp leaving his lips as he felt your walls tighten around him. a small, desperate cry of your name hung in the thick air before he buried his face near your ear once again.

mammon let out shallow pants, incoherent sentences going straight to your left ear; he managed to stutter out a praise, his voice shaky, and breathless from all the fucking he’s doing. the sweet praise went straight to your cunt, and that was all it took for you reach yet another orgasm.

this time it was significantly more intense than the previous ones mammon had given you. your whole body trembled as the coil in the pit of your stomach snapped for the nth time that night, face contorting in raw bliss as your lips parted in a silent scream. mammon didn’t even have to look at your face to know what you looked like as you came, he’s got in engrained in his mind—the way your pretty eyes roll to the back of your head, swollen lips parted, brows tightly knitted together, and tears rolling down your warm cheeks.

the thought of your erotic expression brought mammon to another climax shortly after you. his muscles turned taut, wings stilling in a stretch as he sheathed his cock deep inside you before cumming. he moaned into your sweaty skin, a string of curses leaving his throat as waves of pleasure fully consumed him. the two of you fell into a unison, filling the room with nothing but lewd sounds as your bodies jolted from the after shocks of a mind blowing orgasm. mammon held you tight—his bare chest flush against your own—to keep himself grounded from the immense pleasure.

you didn’t know how he was still able to cum inside you with such volume, given how many times he’s orgasmed already—mammon filled your cunt to the brim, swearing under his breath as a squelching noise came from your cunt, his seed seeping out and dripping down to his balls and the mattress. he gave a few shallow thrusts to ride out both your orgasms before pulling out, a whine coming from you and mammon at the loss of contact—he watched as your hole dripped with his and your cum, biting down at his bottom lip. how filthy.

“i’m far from being done with you..” mammon breathlessly laughed as he saw your eyes fluttering shut. you opened your lids to see that he’s made his way down to the apex of your legs, where all the mess was. “mhm, i’m going to suck this out of you.” he gave an experimental lick at your sensitive cunt, causing you to instinctively attempt to close your legs. mammon held your legs apart and gave you a smirk before diving in—your hands flew to his spiralled horns, gripping them for your dear life as he shoved his tongue inside you.

“just can’t get enough of you, my darlin’..” mammon whispered against your skin. “mhm—aah! y’so greedy, m-mammon.” you moaned. he couldn’t help but snicker at your response, a sense of pride swelling in his chest at the choice of your words.

“now, i’d be worried if i wasn’t.”

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CHECKING IN

— Lucifer from Obey Me! Nightbringer x gn! reader smut imagine. — Summary: You turn on the Wanderer's Whereabouts app to check on the brothers to fulfill your duties of being the attendant, but your duties are interrupted by a certain demon jerking himself off. — Warnings: Reader has a pussy but gn pronouns used, masturbation (m & reader), voyeurism, mentions of creampie.

— WC: 1.8k

— A/N: Pretend that all the rooms in Wanderer's Whereabouts are unlocked for the sake of this fic.

— 18+ ONLY. NO AGE IN BLOG GETS YOU BLOCKED.

You hadn't been at the House of Lamentation for too long. You had only been the so-called, "devil-sitter," for maybe a few months now, and it was strange getting to know all of the brothers again, despite your past—well, you supposed it was a future relationship—relationship with them.

Previously, before you got thwarted into the past by Solomon's mistake, you had pacts with all of the brothers, and now, they felt like mere strangers, but you supposed you'd do your best and put your best foot forward to get to know the brothers.

Thus far, they were all really sweet and welcoming, just like they had been when you were a transfer student at RAD, except of course, Satan, who is a fiery ball of wrath, as well as Lucifer who seems to be very distant.

Lucifer had been kind and welcoming to you before but now... Now he was very distant. He was cold and off-putting.

There had been many instances where you would try to talk to Lucifer, only for him to turn his back on you or give you a cold gaze and a stern response. You supposed it was just him trying to adjust to your presence in the House of Lamentation, but you just sigh and shrug it off, hoping that Lucifer's cold state would soon become welcoming.

You return your mind to the task at hand and open your D.D.D to check on the brothers while you were at the Cocytus Hall.

Opening the app Wanderer's Whereabouts, you view the map to look for the different brothers.

Currently, Belphie and Beel were in the kitchen. You click on the room to get a close-up of what they're doing and smile when you see that it's just them eating food and talking to one another.

You exit out of the room and look around for more brothers. Mammon and Levi were currently in Levi's room, so you click on Levi's room to check on them, and, lo and behold, they're playing video games.

You exit out of the room and scroll around and you see Satan walking in the hall toward the library.

You scroll around the house looking for the fifth brother and finally see that he's in his bathroom. You chuckle. Typical. You click on the bathroom and see him looking at himself in the mirror with a headband on, applying one of his ten face moisturizers.

You sigh, scrolling around once more to look for the eldest brother. You huff, hoping that whatever he was doing in his room would be anything but working at his desk, as the last few times that's all that he had been doing. You click on his room, and, immediately you let out a gasp and your eyes widen at the shock.

You quickly exit the room, your heart beating at a furious pace, and a hand is pressed over your mouth while the image replays in your head.

No... That can't be right. Lucifer had to be at his desk, working, right?

You swallow thickly, and you move a shaky finger back over to press onto his room.

Sure enough, it was the same image that popped up—Lucifer, sitting at his desk, vest unbuttoned and suit unbuttoned, and his tie loose around his neck, revealing his toned chest and abdomen. Your eyes are wide while you continue to look, and you swallow when your first thoughts are confirmed—his pants are undone, and there, he sits with his cock in his gloveless hand, his head thrown back in a state of pleasure.

Oh fuck. Shit.

No. No, no, no. You shouldn't be looking at this—this is a private moment for him, and you shouldn't be prying in... But, it seemed you had been rendered in a frozen state, your eyes wide and your breath bated while you watched the oldest brother slowly drag his thumb over the tip of his cock.

You swallow thickly, your eyes zeroing in on the image before you. You hadn't thought about what his dick had looked like, at least, in super detail. You always thought it would be pretty big, and seeing him like this confirmed just about every thought you had in your head.

It was longer than it was girthier—slightly curved up, and the color was a perfect pale, slowly getting pinker as it neared the tip. You were in complete awe at the perfection of this man, all the way down to inside his fucking trousers.

Now as you watched, you felt that you had the dilemma of either continuing to spy on the oldest brother or leave out of the app to give him some privacy.

As much as you wanted to do something right and give him the privacy he needed, something twisted inside of you insisted that you sit and watch him.

It wasn't like you wanted to stay, at least, that's what you told yourself until you heard Lucifer moan.

Your breaths shortened, and you held them in as if Lucifer was going to hear you.

The deep, guttural moan that Lucifer let out had you on your toes, and your eyes sharpened at the screen in front of you.

His hand was slowly pumping himself now, his mouth gaped slightly open, and his eyebrows were knitted together in a focusing manner. God, he looked so good like this, you couldn't help but let your perverted thoughts go down to your clit, resulting in a wet sensation clinging your panties to your core.

"Shit..."

You rub your thighs together at Lucifer's words, watching his hand start to move at a quicker pace.

As he moves his hand, you watch his other hand move to grab something off of his desk. You raise an eyebrow, wondering why he's stopped, and you don't realize what he's doing until you see him with a bottle in his hand, squirting the liquid from the bottle into his palm before setting it back down onto the desk.

Lube.

Jesus Christ, your eyes widen when you realize that Lucifer must do this often if he were to have a bottle of lube with him.

Lucifer lets out a deep groan when he returns his hand to his cock, and this time his head is thrown back, his mouth is wide open, and his eyes shut in abandon.

You watch intently, and your hand sneaks beneath your skirt to push aside your wet underwear to heal the ache that's occurring in between your legs.

You let out a sigh once your fingers find your cunt. You're almost in disbelief when you feel how wet you are, considering the fact that you hadn't been watching Lucifer for long. Then again, the sounds of his groans and his moans, and just how good he looked had you in a vice grip.

"That's it... just like that..." Lucifer mumbles, and your heart beats fast. Your imagination begins to run wild as he administered these instructions, and you began to wonder if he was imagining someone. If he was, then who?

You slowly let two of your fingers dip inside your cunt, where you slowly began to curl them inside yourself, in hopes of reaching that spot that you wished Lucifer was here to reach. You let out a whine at the sensation, knowing that even as good as it felt, you knew the pleasure paled in comparison to the pleasure Lucifer could bring you.

"You like it? Just like that? Oh fuck... MC..."

You could've sworn your heart dropped out of your chest the moment Lucifer moaned out your name. You had to be dreaming, right? No, he couldn't be moaning out your name. Lucifer didn't like you, at least, not in this way. He was cold and distant and hardly admitted the way he felt unless his brothers were telling him to apologize.

This was a completely different side of Lucifer you never thought you'd see.

Just as you thought you were imagining things, your theory is rejected when you suddenly hear your name leave Lucifer's lips once again, and suddenly you can't help but let a moan slip past your lips while fingering yourself.

While you watched him fuck his hand, you felt the fire inside of you begin to roar. It was ridiculous how much you ached to be under him, and how much you wanted him to be the one fucking you instead of your lousy fingers, and him mumbling those phrases above you instead of over the screen of your D.D.D.

You were certain Lucifer wished this too, as he continued to mutter phrases under his breath about fucking you, and bending you over onto his desk, his hands gripping the tip of his cock more, leading it to start to twitch in his hand.

You moaned at the sight, and at this, you were certain he was close. You bring your other hand to play with your clit, and you're quickly brought onto the edge of your release but hold onto it in hopes of possibly finishing at the same time Lucifer does.

Lucifer lets out a deep groan, and he swallows thickly, his Adam's Apple bobs when he does.

"I'm so close," He moans, right before he lets out a dark chuckle. "Want me to cum inside? Yeah? Filthy thing..."

You let out a whine to this, and involuntarily buck your hips into the air, hoping that Lucifer would somehow appear in front of you and fulfill his promise.

Instead, you watch him let out a heavy groan and watch his dick twitch before he lets out slow spurts of cum all over his abdomen. He lets out a fleeting mumble of curses, followed by heavy breaths while he finishes, and while you watch, you're bewitched by the messy scenery and soon feel the fire in your abdomen burst into a fiery explosion—and finally, you topple over the edge of your release, letting out a long whine as you cum all over your fingers.

Between the both of you, there's nothing but exchanges of heavy breathing and muttered curses, ashamed that you would cum to such a thing.

You sit in disbelief for a moment, still amazed that you had found Lucifer committing such an act, considering that he was thinking about you.

You look over to your D.D.D. and find that Lucifer's now cleaning himself off with some tissues he's got from the box on his desk, his abdomen glistening with the sight of sweat and cum.

"Damn it," He mumbles under his breath, "One day... One day it'll happen."

With his confession, your eyes widen and you swallow, and out of panic, you quickly turn off the Wanderer's Whereabouts app, huffing at the newfound information.

"One day", Lucifer? You have to withhold a laugh. You better hurry up and get over this distant ploy of yours, or else I'm gonna make the first move.

Pact (Lucifer)

TAGS: Lucifer/F!Reader, smut, drabble Ao3 ver.

“Don’t even think for a second that I will allow you to flee,” Lucifer bit your neck, adding yet another mark to the spattering of love bites across the expanse of your neck and collarbone. “Are you purposely testing my patience by pretending that you have not fully understood the consequences of making a pact with me?”

Crimson eyes were narrowed as displeasure swam within their depths and yet, there is still tenderness within the demon even as he held your wrists above your head with just a single large hand. They were secure for sure, but not enough to leave bruises nor even hurt. 

The Sin of Pride pinned your body underneath his, allowing you to feel the hard planes of muscle that poked and rubbed at your own softer and more petite form. You could do nothing but throw your head back against the black velvet sheets as he pounded into without mercy, already past the point of logical reasoning after the 3rd time he made you cum on his relentless cock.

“Our pact is inviolable. Neither my Father nor the Demon Lord can breach our contract.”

He emphasizes each glaring word with a rough snap of his hips, probably knocking at the entrance of your womb at this point as your toes curled and pussy clenched almost involuntarily.

“Let me make one thing clear: YOU. ARE. MINE. ”