LAWD HAVE MERCY 😳‼️‼️‼️
IsaFer Special: “Happy Easter, Lucifer”
A/N: I know this is different from my usual post, but I just had to write this. I love these two a lot and if you want to know more, you can check out captainai’s blog below. I hope you enjoy btw! I had a lot of fun writing this even if it is a bit late 😅
Characters: Lucifer, Isabella (OC)
Pairing: IsaFer (Isabella x Lucifer)
Rating: ⚠️Explicit/NSFW⚠️
For: @captainai-47 (I hope you like it!)
Tags: Bottom/Sub Lucifer, Top/Dom Isabella, strap-on, fluff and smut, short drabble , etc.
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“Come on, hurry up! I have to get my daily log in streak and I’m going to miss it if this takes any longer!”
“Would you shut it? No one cares, Levi.”
“Aww, don’t be like that Satan~ Today is Easter, a holiday where you’re supposed to have fun and celebrate!”
Beelzebub nodded while munching on a few leftover cookie desserts.
“Not everyone has the same way of celebrating. So just leave Levi to his loser, otaku life.” Mammon pushed Levi’s shoulder.
“Would you all just cooperate and look at the camera?” Lucifer scolded behind said camera that he was fidgeting with for the past five minutes.
Isabella chuckled. “Don’t be too harsh, Lucifer. It’s Easter, cut them a bit of slack.”
Isabella was right in the middle of them all, waiting for Lucifer to set up the camera so Diavolo can have his annual Easter photo.
“Hahaha! Lucifer! Sorry I’m late, traffic was horrible. How’s everything going?”
Speaking of the devil…
Diavolo strutted in, immediately going to stand by Lucifer’s side, and placed a hand on his shoulder with a wide, bright smile on his face.
“Ah, Diavolo. You made it just in time. I finished with the camera and was about to call you.” Lucifer looked away from the camera and turned to look at the Demon Prince.
“Perfect! Let’s not keep everyone waiting then, shall we?” The prince motioned towards the group and Lucifer nodded.
Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos filled in the empty spots in the back.
Isabella was to the right of Lucifer while Diavolo was to the left and behind him. Barbatos was opposite of Diavolo, to the right of Isabella. Everyone else filled in the space.
Isabella looked at Lucifer and slung her arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer to her.
Lucifer smiled and leaned into her touch.
“Ready?” Lucifer asked.
“Yes!” The group replied in union.
And with a few seconds to get situated, Lucifer snapped his fingers out of camera view and a bright, white flash filled the room.
When everyone recovered from the flash, Diavolo was the first one to rush to the camera, Barabtos and others following closely behind.
Once Diavolo had the picture in his hands, he held it up to the light and laughed. “It’s perfect as always! Thanks everyone!”
Isabella chuckled as Lucifer sighed.
Here it comes…
“I have a feast ready at the Demon Lord’s Castle for anyone who wants to come.”
One of the brothers complained that Beelzebub was drooling and Diavolo laughed.
Isabella already knew where this was going. And soon enough, they were all sitting down at the table in the great mess hall at the Demon Lord’s Castle.
The brothers were chatting about their daily muses and battling to keep their food away from Beelzebub, who was desperately trying to stuff more in his mouth than he could fit.
Diavolo listened intently and laughed along with them while Barabtos stayed relatively quiet, tending to the Prince’s needs.
Next to Isabella was Lucifer, who had his brows furrowed. He sighed and took a sip of demonous from his wine glass. Isabella could tell he was exhausted.
With planning for the event, dealing with his brothers, and whatever Diavolo tasked him with, the last week was taking its toll on him. She couldn’t help but feel sad from the way his lips contorted into a frown.
I’ll be sure to fix that tonight, she thought with a smile.
Isabella brought her hand to land on top of Lucifer’s. The demon paused and looked towards her before entangling their hands together and squeezing, smiling.
Isabella leaned in to whisper in Lucifer ear. “Gorgeous.” She couldn’t help but chuckle at the flush of Lucifer’s cheeks.
Yes, she’ll happily dedicate this night to him.
. . .
“I-Isa!”
Isabella leaned in and kissed Lucifer’s jawline. “I know, I know. You’re doing such a good job, Luci.”
Isabella continued her thrusts, watching the way Lucifer’s body shivered under her.
Lucifer’s chest rose with each pant he made, his nipples begging for attention. Isabella watched as tears of pure, overstimulated bliss trickled down Lucifer’s cheeks. It filled her with pride. To know that her movements caused such a feeling to such an extent made her desire burn brighter.
She sped up her thrusts, enjoying the way Lucifer whined and clawed at her back.
“I-I can’t! I-Isa! Please!”
Isabella knew better than to stop. If she did, she would have to deal with a very upset Lucifer. So instead, she hushed him and kissed his lips.
“You’re doing so great, Luci. You’re doing such a good job.” She praised him, her words true to their meaning. She was so proud of him for taking all of her, yet holding out this long.
She kissed his neck and reached for Lucifer’s untouched erection and started to stroke him to the timing of her thrusts.
“Cum for me, Luci.”
And he did.
Lucifer arched his back and moaned Isabella’s name, climaxing onto his chest as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
Isabella wasn’t too far off. She kissed away his tears and started to truly ruin him.
It wasn’t long before she choked out a moan of her own and emptied her load into him.
Yet despite for how long they were having sex, Isabella’s recovery was quick. She panted as she pulled out, trying to regain her breath.
“Lucifer? Are you alright?” She asked, checking over Lucifer’s body to see any signs of harm.
“Mmmhhh…”
Isabella smiled and kissed his forehead.
“Did I go too hard?” She whispered as she stroked his hair away from his face.
Lucifer shook his head and held her closer. She understood the command.
Getting onto her back (and pulling Lucifer with her), she quickly, yet awkwardly, managed to get the strap-on off, lightly setting it somewhere safe. Lucifer was now resting his head on her chest, his eyes closed and his arms tightly secured around her torso.
“Would you like to clean up before resting?” She asked.
“Mmm…” Lucifer squeezed her tighter.
A no, then. She nodded.
Isabella rested one hand on Lucifer’s back while the other ran through his hair. She traced circles onto his back as she kissed his head, soothing him into an easy slumber.
And once she knew he was asleep, she too could now close her eyes and rest peacefully, knowing that the love of her life is now safely in her arms.
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Isafer fun fact!
One of Isabella's ways to de-stress is to have her head between Lucifer's thighs. Not even sexually. She literally comes in his office, goes under his desk, puts his legs over her shoulders, and asks him politely to squeeze her head slightly.
It's odd. Strange even. Can be very awkward when taken out of context.
But it's the best headache reliever Isa ever had
⚠️NSFW Ahead⚠️
Another random thought but, what if MC has a thing for Lucifer's thighs and/or legs in general?
I like to imagine that MC would just casually walk up to Lucifer in private and just slap or squeeze a thigh and Lucifer would look at MC like "🤨" but he hides the fact that he actually enjoys it
And he definitely enjoys it when MC pulls him into their lap and just holds him close. But of course that's not all they're going to do
MC would also run their hands up and down his thighs, sometimes getting adventurous and straying towards the inner thighs and Lucifer can't help but be so flustered
And when it comes closer to midnight, MC will worship Lucifer's legs
They'll start kissing up and down his bare skin, watching and enjoying the looks and sounds coming from the demon under them. The way his face gets flushed over time and the way Lucifer get more excited sends MC into a frenzy
Then they would start leaving their marks on him. Biting, sucking, licking, nibbling, you name it. You can bet that Lucifer's legs are going to be littered with bite marks and hickeys after MC's done with him
And when morning comes, Lucifer's thighs are chewed to shit, he's extremely sore, and he's exhausted. But he couldn't be any more happy when he see's MC sleeping so soundly right next to him
Perhaps he might just call for a day off...
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If Isa and Lucifer were to have an argument, what would it be about? Would they distance each other for a bit? Or would it not be that intense? Would they argue in front of others? (i.e the brothers?) How would they approach and try to fix the situation after the argument?
Another long one :))
Their arguments usually occur when one worries for the other, and the latter disregards their concerns. They are very much workaholics (in different terms) and have a hefty amount of pride and independence, so they both have a bad hypocritical habit of this.
When Lucifer overworks himself, barely going out of his study and to the point where Isa would only see glimpses of him in RAD, she can't help but feel lonely and ignored. She'd try to catch more time with him by delivering him the meals he skipped or silently carrying him to bed when he ended up falling asleep on his office table.
Lucifer's stress would sometimes override his appreciation for Isa's acts of service. He would sometimes tell her to leave him be and to stop treating him like a child because he can perfectly handle himself just fine. When Isa insists, he snaps. Respectfully, she would back off, not wanting to step over his boundaries. And because she knows what stress from overworking does to rationality.
Still words stung. Can cut deeper than any blade that had once marred her skin.
Lucifer realises that when all of his meals are already delivered in his office. A plastic wrap over the plate to preserve the food and a thermos to keep his coffee/tea warm.
But no Isabella in sight to tell him to take a break and eat.
He goes looking for her, the tray of food in hand as he rushes around the manor to look for her. Remorse in his heart and mentally scolding himself for being so disregarding.
When he finds her in the library, quietly strategising for her upcoming mission with layout plans and holograms about, words of apology die on his tongue. He goes quietly towards her and tugs on her sweater with his free hand to catch her attention. When she turns, she sees an uncharacteristic shy and guilty expression on his face.
"Can we eat together?" And her heart melts because she knows as the Avatar of Pride, most of his apologies would come in forms of gifts, actions and pushing his work aside to make it up to her.
Now, for Isabella's end, it's frustrating. Oh, so very frustrating. Lucifer can't help but be paranoid because her job is anything but safe and friendly. He despises the idea that every time she goes out, her survival chance is never 100%. He is reminded of this with every new bandage patch or bruises Isabella comes home with.
The answer is always the same from her.
"I'm fine."
"It's nothing."
"It's just a scratch."
"Don't worry about it, it's just the usual."
Each answer makes Lucifer more and more frustrated because just because she was used to it, that doesn't mean it's OK.
Isa would rarely ever raise her voice to the people she cares about. Believe it not, she's a softy towards them. But when it comes to physical vulnerability, she draws the line as instincts tell her not to trust anyone with her scars and wounds.
Being exhausted after a ten hour long mission, she yells at Lucifer after he asks her if she's sure that her wounds are truly fine.
She knows she can't be trusted when it comes to her wellbeing. Given her unhealthy number of times, she broke out of her hospital bed whenever she's gets severely wounded.
The hurt in Lucifer's eyes are enough for her to backtrack her words in an instant. Before Lucifer could turn around and give her space to cool off, she grabbed his hand and brought him close. Whispering words of apology and forgiveness.
Lucifer understands and usually forgives her in the same day. Yet still, she persists. She'd try to make it up to him for the next couple of days and weeks by spoiling him (subtly or not).
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