#lucifer fluff

Y/N: Can you please try see things from my perspective for once?

Lucifer: You’re right. I’m sorry.

Lucifer: **crouches down**

Y/N:

Tw: nothing

Contents: Gn!reader ish, no use of y/n, established relationship

A/n: Gonna post a few posts so I can warm up then requests will be open! :P

Lucifer Morningstar x gn!reader 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: 1.5k | making out, spicy but not smutty, jokes, foolish teasing, slight mention of blood and injuries, dramatic Lucifer

This idea wasn't mine; I saw it in a @iamnearlyagod 's post and thought I'd give it a try… so I hope you liked it and that it met your expectations! :)

Lucifer was devastated when he discovered it. Or so you told yourself, because with how dramatic he was, you assured that it was just an exaggeration, trying not to laugh. He had even flown to a corner of the room! You swore he had started to cry.

You two had organized a movie night after a heavy week, which meant that the poor king would finally have a day of peace and rest with his beloved spouse. Hugs, snacks, cuddles, and kisses everywhere! The first half of the movie was adorable, both of you laughed like schoolboys while cuddling against each other, Lucifer's wings spread around you and drew you towards him like a warm, protective hug. But being the busy king of hell also builds up a lot of sexual frustration from stress, right?

Your arms were around his neck, his wings were ruffled, curving around you, yearning for your touch like a bird courting its mate. Your lips collided incessantly, struggling for control between longing and passion, overflowing with love. His hands were on your hips, you had been sitting on his lap for a while, your thighs around his hips, his hands not letting you go anywhere.

His bifid tongue was inside your mouth. Lucifer was not usually dominant—actually, neither of you "dominated" the other when you made love, very different from when you had sex. The simple name said it all. That’s why the pleasure was more passionate, not just lustful; when his hands moved you in circles over his lap, a discreet hint of how he wanted to grind against you, asking for permission but also claiming what was his from the moment the ring fell on your finger.

Your hands went from holding the hair at the nape of his neck to trailing down his back; your fingers caressed his back with devotion until they reached the base of his wings, the simple touch made him shudder under your caress. His lips parted from yours, inhaling breaths of air, trailing kisses from your jaw to your throat and the hollow of your neck. His sharp teeth sank into the junction of your neck and shoulder deeply, hearing the hiss that escaped you made him hum in satisfaction. He didn’t usually do that; he was careful with the marks, he didn’t like to hurt you, only when you asked for it; and that you had done before getting on his lap.

But there was something almost primitive about the new idea of seeing you marked, ravaged, that every part of your body screamed that you were his, and no one else’s. To show off with all Pride if necessary to let them see the beautiful lover he had. He deepened the bite; he wouldn’t be satisfied until he felt the metallic taste of your blood on his palate, but feeling that it was too much, he pulled away just a little.

And then…

“What?” he murmured. For a few moments, he stopped. He really did. His brow furrowed, his pupils almost constricted, and disbelief, surprise, and anger marked his face.

“Luci?” you asked, raising an eyebrow and lowering your gaze to his face. His hands rose to your cheeks to cradle your face, but instead of bringing it closer to his, they held it up. The shadow of your head must not fall where he was looking. “Luci!”

"Just a moment!" he replied, still astonished. He blinked; he blinked several times, you could see the gears guiding in a head, constructing a response. His astonished face melted into a terrified expression.

"W…Where is it?"

"What thing?"

"My bite! I just bit your shoulder and I don't see it, where is it?"

You also blinked. You got off his lap, and he was so astonished and stunned that he didn't even bother to protest as he would have in another case; rather, he focused on not diverting his gaze from your neck. At the junction of your shoulder and neck, where there was supposed to be a deep bite mark (perhaps with some blood), there was barely a pattern of teeth. Not even sharp like his, just… teeth, and barely visible.

He frowned; there was a sudden determination in his gaze, focused with concentration, a plan in mind. His hands went to the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head, throwing it to the other side of the room. At another moment, he would have adored you, admired your body, your beauty, every scar, burn, insecurity—whatever it was, he was going to love it. But something was happening to him with how determined he was to test his hypothesis.

His long black nails slid with a scratch to your sides, closer to your lower back than to your waist. His face said it all, how he did not take his eyes off his nails on your skin, waiting to see a hint of skin opening and giving way to small drops of blood. And, for just a few moments, he swore he saw it, really! Only for moments later the wound to close up. He was horrified again.

"Dear" you placed your hands over his, letting out a sigh at how disappointed he looked, totally depressed and hurt. You tightened your grip, your fingers over his knuckles. "Do you want to tell me what’s going on in that little head of yours?"

Silence. The buzzing of the television that has been off since your lips collided, the muted noises from the street, the synchronized breaths. Then─

"I can't hurt sinners! Do you know what that means?" he spat, his voice strangled like an out-of-tune violin, immersed in exasperation and realization. "No bites, no hickeys, no scratches!" His hands went up to cover his face, while he pulled at the poor golden strands that were in his way.

But he looked so disappointed, so devastated─ Aha! There was the word that completely described his state, because it meant he couldn't give the kind of pleasure that his lover liked. What if they liked strangulation? No, it can't be! BDSM, slaps? Neither! It was as if your body didn't even register that you were being hurt, or on the contrary, his body couldn't make wounds.

This… hit him harder than you expected.

It was like this that Lucifer, the king of hell, the fallen angel, ended up sitting on the corner of the bed; he would have gone to the corner of the room but you didn’t let him! With his legs pulled to his chest, his wings closed around him like a shell, a thick blanket protecting him from the outside─ or from you, in either case. He had a pout on his lips, although you couldn’t see it, you were sure of what his face looked like; the furrowed brow, the wrinkled lips, the narrowed eyes filled with tears. You didn’t know whether to laugh or join him in his misery.

Your shoulders shook with a cruel contained laugh that you were seriously trying not to let out because his theatrical act of a broken heart would only worsen. You placed your hand on his back, which was where he was most exposed since his wings covered everything but his back. As if his body recognized you before he did, his wings opened, majestically flapping as if to say “look at me, we are precious!” with a song coming from nowhere. Lucifer felt betrayed by his own body.

“Don’t say anything!” he stopped you, raising a finger. He managed to fold his wings more calmly behind his back, letting out a sigh that you didn’t know if it was an emphasis for a monologue or a genuine part of his realization. “I just… didn’t think the punishment would affect me in something like making love!”

“Dear,” you placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked up, his lower lip protruding with what you recognized as a genuine pout, not just an extension of his act. You also let out a sigh, a calm smile that didn’t reach your eyes adorning your face. “We can still make love.”

“But not like you like…”

“Do you think that because you can’t scratch me or bite me I don’t like making love with you? For God’s sake!” you wanted to shake him by the shoulders until all the feathers fell from his wings. Instead, you leaned closer to him. “None of that matters to me if you’re in my bed!”

“Even if I can’t make you bleed?”

“Even when you can’t make me bleed,” you nodded, assuring your words with a hand on your heart.

Lucifer’s lips curved into a smile, shy but honest, relieved by your words despite the genuine anguish he hid behind his dramatic act, even when he hid beneath his wings. He placed a hand on your shoulder, leaned in for support, and his lips fell upon yours in a sealing kiss.

“So… what were we on?”

the bros x gn!reader

fluff; when you appear randomly in their room at 2am.

Lucifer:

he's still up working, hunched over his desk with three empty coffee cups next to him

has half a heart attack when you just... appear in his door

usually, nights are his getaway from noisy brothers and the stress of life

does welcome you in after a light scolding

whether you want to hang out or sleep in his bed he's cool with both as long as you don't bother him too much

miiiiiight be swayed to get into bed a little earlier than usual with you

Basically yk how in some bird species male birds build a nest or elaborate structures to attract females, what if reader was like paying Lucifer a visit and they haven’t been together for long yet but pretty much they walk in to Lucifer having built a whole fortress of blankets and pillows, kinda like how Charlie did in s2

it’s fine if it takes a bit btw no pressure 🫶

cuddle castle | lucifer oneshot

summary: reader pays a visit to their boyfriend of just a few months… only to find him scrambling across his home with pillows and blankets, but what for?

includes: lucifer morningstar x gn!reader

warnings: not proofread

authors note: AWW THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!! i’m sorry it took me so long tho :,) enjoy!

you weren’t expecting much when you told lucifer you were stopping by — maybe a quick chat, maybe him pretending he wasn’t waiting by the door like an anxious puppy, maybe a cup of tea he didn’t actually know how to make but would serve you with far too much bravado anyway.

what you didn’t expect was… this.

i fucking love that song

sorry i couldn't think of anything for Adam since its been a fat minute since ive wrriten for him— but heres the rest

"𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆" | 𝑯𝒂𝒛𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝑯𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒍 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

╰┈➤ 𝑭𝑻. 𝑨𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓, 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑽𝒐𝒙

╰┈➤ 𝑭𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰

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𝑨𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓

Alastor was never quite sure why he kept you around. He usually enjoys solitude and makes an effort to keep to himself— but with you? Everything seemed to change.

His eyes follow you across his room, watching as you grab a record off the shelf and attempt to correctly place it on his gramophone. He exhales softly, shaking his head at you, "Now dear, there's no need for that".

One of his tentacles summons and curls around your waist, gently coaxing you backward. Alastor sits up and walks over to you, the tentacle releasing from your hips and falling to the ground. "What were you trying to listen to, mon cher?".

You hold up the record with a sheepish grin, "This one?".

Chuckling softly, he grabs the record from you and sets it down, "Sweethearts on parade?". His hand finds yours, the other sliding up to rest on the middle of your back, "You have good taste.".

Alastor's head tilts to the side, a soft static emitting from a nearby radio before playing the song, "This was one of my favorites during my time.".

"Well, thank you," you chuckle, your hand interlocking with his as you begin to sway, "Though, if I'm completely honest... I just picked a random record.".

He laughs softly and gazes down at you, "Is that so sweetheart?". Pulling apart from you, he spins you around and pulls you back to him, much closer then before.

You smile and look up at him, your chin resting against his chest as he looks into your eyes deeply, a sincere smile gently stretching his lips. "What's that look for?" you ask, quirking an eyebrow.

A soft breath escapes him, his hand leaving your back to tuck a stray strand of hair that'd fallen when you spun around, "Oh, nothing dear.".

But it wasn't truly nothing. To Alastor, this moment was everything. Nothing had been more clear to him then now, with your eyes looking back into his, he finally knew what compelled him to you. Love.

His hand gently cups your cheek, his eyes closing to focus on the feeling of your skin against his hand, the feel of your body swaying with his.

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𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒓

"Lu... Lu wake up... c'mon, you slept in," you whisper, gently shaking Lucifer awake, "people are gonna suspect something.".

You and Lucifer had been sleeping together for, well, awhile now. And as much as you enjoyed each others company, you weren't sure how the people in the Hotel would react to the two of you hooking up with each other.

The only people who knew were Charlie, Vaggie, and Alastor— unfortunately. You didn't tell him, God no! But Lucifer, being the king of pride, decided to blurt it out after Alastor made a comment about Lucifer being "lonley". Thankfully, Alastor never told anyone— though he did hold it over your heads on numerous occasions.

Lucifer stirs at your touch, his back arching off the bed as he rises awake, "Mmmph.... what time is it?". He stretches his bare, charred arms over his head, his tail stretching upward with him.

"It's 10am" you respond, a smile crossing your face at the sight of the sleepy devil.

"10am?" Lucifer's eyes shoot open, panicked red irises looking into yours, "I-I can't remember the last time I've slept in so late! Not since— hah... well, a-anyway...".

You exhale softly, turning over on the bed and closing your eyes. "You better get up, mister," you mutter, already half asleep again, "people are expecting you. My shift doesn't start until wayyy later.".

Lucifer's tail wraps around your waist and, with surprising strength, rolls you back over to face him. Wrapping his arms around you, he smiles and brushes a piece of hair away from your face, "Woah woah woah, sweetheart, I can spare a few minutes.".

"Hmm," you hum, feigning contemplation, "I suppose a few minutes wouldn't— Ah! Lu!". You're interrupted by Lucifer leaning in and peppering kisses across your neck and décolletage. "Lu!" you playfully through giggles, "Stoppp!".

"Nu uh," he mutters, continuing his ticklish pecks across you.

Tangling your fingers through his messy blonde hair, you gently coax him away from you, "You're such a little devil".

"That is what they call me," he says with a smirk.

You roll your eyes before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against his lips. He leans in, kissing you deeply, his hand coming up to hold your chin between his index finger and thumb.

Pulling back gently, Lucifer gazes at you with soft eyes, taking in every feature on your face: your nose, your eyes, your lips— everything. It was all completely beautiful to him. He wanted nothing more then to stay with you in bed for as long as possible— hell, he'd stay there forever if he could help it.

"Let's stay in today," he says.

"Really?" you ask, "What if—"

"I'll tell Charlie to tell everyone I'm sick," he releases your chin, his hand sliding over to take hold of your jaw.

"Can Angels get sick?" you ask with a chuckle.

"Oh, Gosh, no!" he says laughing.

"So... what if they find out?" you ask, directing your gaze downward, "I don't want to get you in trouble or anything—".

He sighs and gently coaxes you to look at him, "Darling, don't worry about what other people think. I just wanna be with you in this moment. I... wanna be with you always. A-And if that means people finding out, so be it!".

You chuckle soft lean against his touch, "Okay... so be it.".

Lucifer moves closer to you on the bed and spoons you, pressing a kiss to your temple. He rubs your hip with his thumb, coaxing you back to sleep.

"Sweetheart," he calls out, breaking the silence.

"Hm?"

"I-I love you," he whispers, biting his lip nervously as he awaits your response.

You're silent for a moment, taking a moment to think before replying, "I love you too.".

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𝑽𝒐𝒙

Velvette was always hosting some bullshit party as a "get together for overlord's and influencers"— But Vox knew it was an excuse to use the company credit card to get wasted. Nonetheless, he attended, even if he did have a shitty time.

Valentino was surrounded by the hottest people at the party, Velvette was recording all the cool amenities (that he paid for), and Vox? He was standing in the back, or sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone.

He's quite the charmer, no doubt, but the crowd at these parties were people he'd rather not associate himself with. A bunch of new-to-hell nobodies who'd occasionally try to flirt with him and get a part in one of his movies or shows. Without missing a beat, he'd tell them to fuck off and then continue whatever he was doing on his phone at the time.

Tonight, at Velvette's latest "300k Threesome", (named by Valentino) party where social media influencers with over 300k were invited to the Vee tower for drinks, collaborations, and, confusingly, no threesomes.

Vox was in his usual corner, nursing a glass of whiskey and people watching. 'Loser. Untalented. Try-hard,' he thought to himself cynically. Why did Velvette want to be around these people anyways? They had no true power outside social media.

He was about to leave before spotting a demon by the food and drink table, sampling every beautifully crafted snack catered by Velvette that weirdly remained untouched by the other influencers.

Vox wasn't sure why, but something drew him to you. Curious, he approaches you and comments, "What are you doing here all by yourself, sweetheart?".

You glance back at him and roll your eyes, "Fuck off, creep. I'm not going home with you.".

Vox's heart skipped a beat, pleasant surprise washing over him at your blunt comment. "No I didn't—heh, I, well I um..." He clears his throat and introduces himself, "I'm Vox. I was just intrigued by your... lack of camaraderie with the other influencers.".

"I know who you are," you say, turning around to fully face him, "And, I don't really get along with them that much. If you can't benefit them in some way, they kinda leave you in the dust.".

Vox tilts his screen slightly upward and smiles at you, "Is that so? I'm not surprised.". His smile drops as you fail to continue to the conversation, and, instead continue your raid of the snacks laid out, watching as you take a cute photo of a caprese skewer before popping it in your mouth. Straightening out his posture, he attempts to continue conversation, "What did you say your name was again?".

"I never said my name," you comment, "It's y/n.".

"Y/n," he repeats, "Beautiful name".

Chuckling softly, you furrow your brows and respond, "Thanks.".

"Soooo, you wanna get out of here?" he asks.

You scoff and poke a finger at his chest, "I thought I made it clear that I'm not sleeping with you!".

"Woah, sweetheart, slow down," he says, putting an hand on your shoulder. "I just want to grab a drink— on me!" he says, holding his hands up in a placating gesture, "no funny business whatsoever, doll. I promise".

You sigh and relax your posture, relenting with a gallic shrug, "I guess one drink couldn't hurt... and it's not like I'm doing anything here anyway... Fine, let's go.".

You grab your bag and head out of the party— it wasn't like you were having the best time there anyway. Besides, you weren't going to get plastered with a total stranger! It was just a drink!

...Well, a few hours later, you found yourself doing the very thing you swore you wouldn't do— getting plastered with a total stranger.

Currently, you’re dancing in this old fashioned club-like bar, owned by a woman named Mimzy, completely oblivious and blissful in a drunken haze.

Vox danced alongside you, occasionally spinning you around and laughing with you— but what captivated him most was just watching you dance.

So free spirited and confident, like you hadn't a care in the world. He exhales softly, a smile spreading his lips as his heart thuds rapidly against his chest.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time, but he knew it well. Call it naivety or brashness— but he knew what it was. Love at first sight.

"Stop starin' at me and dance!" you say, pulling him in by the forearm. He stumbles before joining you shaken out of his love-struck gaze.

Vox grabs your waist instantly, engaging in a dance that he learned from his days on earth. "You're beautiful," he says, his voice barely audible over the loud swing music playing.

"What?" you say, unable to hear his words.

He sighs and continues to spin you around the dance floor, "Nothing, doll.".

⟢ content warnings separate scenarios! hurt/comfort, fluff, arguing.

reupload from my old account ☻

— lucifer.

“y/n, i don’t understand why you’re making this a big deal.”

he finally looked up at you from his desk full of paperworks, frowning. seriously? a big deal?

tw // spoilers for one of the text convos with lucifer, mentions of liquor and hangovers, author hates canon, ooc but idc

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“good morning, sunshine!”

the entire bed shifts as a sudden weight is launched on top of it, rocking the mattress roughly. lucifer snarls at the interruption of sleep, rolling onto his side to shun the excitement out. you shift the bed more. peeling his eyes open, the sunshine blinds lucifer’s eyes, bloodshot and groggy the more he tries to blink open. he winces, then scowls, then sighs exhaustedly at you, “it almost couldve been.”

you scoff and make your way to straddle his hip, smirking as he groans and coaxes himself onto his back for you to sit comfortably. you cross your arms over your chest and you tip your head in faux sympathy, “someone a little hung over?”

huh?