Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

Lucifer Imagine

Head to toe, so player.

Never would you have imagine you would be in a serious and committed relationship with Lucifer himself. 

It wasn't bad, oh no, it was the best. He doted on you, and you gave him everything he wanted in return. It was a healthy relationship, and the best part was that Luci- yes, you gave him a nickname -wouldn't hesitate to help you. Your past boyfriends were lacking in that department, and with the one boyfriend before Lucifer that you moved in with was seriously sexist. To be honest, looking back on it, you had no idea how you stayed with him so long. Maybe you were blinded by love, but having to clean and make food constantly just didn't suit you.

You were dumb back then. 

But, Luci was the best boyfriend you ever had. Lucky for you, he wasn't the possessive type that didn't let you go out to hang with your friends. You and him just understood each other, and it was the best that you could ever ask for. "I'll be back soon, Luce!" You chirped, grabbing your coat and skipping out the door. Lucifer and you moved in together, but he wasn't home too much. Supernatural world had him busy trying to throw them off from finding out where he actually resided. 

Once you met up with your friends, the brisk and cold night air made your little group of four hurry inside the bar. "Take a corner in the back," you ushered them there, quick to claim the area. Lainey, Jasmine, and Cloe were your closest friends, and tonight was the night the four of you celebrated. "To Lainey's job promotion!" Jasmine toasted once your drinks were delivered. "To your job offer!" Cloe added for Jasmine. "Don't forget [Y/N] is still in that stable and hot relationship!" Lainey laughed, making you blush. "Well, doesn't Cloe have a new boyfriend?" You said, your cheeks hot. 

"No way!" Jasmine squealed, hugging Cloe. "Bet it's a Michael," Lainey said nonchalant, downing the rest of her alcoholic shot. "Not surprising, she's always had a fetish for Michael's." Cloe gasped at you and Lainey, laughing lightly. "His name isn't Michael," you and Lainey groaned, eliciting giggled from the four of you, "it's Raphael." 

Jasmine pulled a not-so-bad face, shrugging and standing up. "Sounds like he's sexy," Cloe slapped Jasmine's thigh, making her shriek and hop up. "Chill, girl! I'm getting our drinks, bitch." Cloe just rolled her eyes. "Biotch." "Oh, go get my drink before you get in your name war!" Lainey butted in, making the two flip her off before Jasmine sashayed off to get the drinks.

Leaning back, you tugged off your jacket from the heat of the bar. "So," Cloe and Lainey leaned forward. "How's your sex life?" You sputtered and scolded them for their prying curiosity. "It's fine, not like you'll ever be knowing." "I would totally enjoy taking that-" "I will cut you if you try anything on Luci." You deadpanned, and Lainey laughed. "Like I ever would, I was just joking. But you seem a bit possessive, do things get steamy when another girls hits on him?" 

It was no secret that Lucifer was hot, sexy in your eyes. Girls hit on him all the time, but you had no worries. Though, you did glare at them, and emphasize that you were holding his hand if a girl came up to him. It was like a universal sign saying 'back tf up, hoe.'

"I am not, just when hoes like you try to jump him." Lainey and you bickered, laughing every so often. "I'm back with drinks, bitches!" Jasmine exclaimed, sitting down in her spot. "What took you so long?" Cloe said, recovering from laughing too hard earlier. "Some guys bought us our drinks, I was just chatting with them."

Suddenly, she leaned forward with a mischievous smirk. "Their little group is interested in us." You widened your eyes, looking to Cloe. She raised her hands midway, shaking her head sadly. "I would've jumped in one of their laps before, but I have Raphael now."You nodded, rephrasing her words for your own. "I would've talked to one of them, but you know I'm with Luce." 

Lainey flipped her hair, smiling at Jasmine. "Well, I have no one waiting for me at home, so let's go." Jasmine smirked, her eyes going behind you for a second before shrugging innocently. 

"No need, babe, they're coming over."

You nervously bit your lip, scooting your chair closer to Cloe's. "Single friends are crazy." You muttered in her ear. "Were we like that?" She whispered back. "Hello," A guy smiled charmingly, his teeth perfect and his eyes twinkling. He wore jeans and a fitted shirt, his hair messily styled so it looked perfectly run through. His friends looked similar, their looks twisted to be their own. 

Classic player. 

"I'm Lainey, sure my friend Jasmine already introduced herself." You raised an eyebrow at them, your eyes connecting with one of the guys. He swooped in, sitting close to you with a chair he pulled up. Suddenly, you were uncomfortable, having not been so close to a guy that wasn't your beloved boyfriend. "And who might you be?" Great, you thought, he has a British accent. "Must get laid everyday with that accent," Cloe murmured by you, a guy conversing with her boringly. 

Nodding, you both giggled, earning chuckled from the guys. "What are you laughing about?" "They're definitely related, two British and one American." You said back to her lowly. A drink slid in front of you, drawing your attention away from your friend to the British guy who looked a bit annoyed that you weren't all over him. 

Sighing, you stared at him with a raised brow. "I'm [Y/N], you?" He smiled, thinking he was getting somewhere. "Leo, and you have a beautiful name."

"Really?"

"Most certainly, I'm surprised you aren't taken. I would be that guy," he winked at you, making your stomach churn. Before you could respond, you were swooped up and sat down on a lap, a familiar cologne filling your nose. You turned, catching Jasmine giving you a wink of suggestion.

"She does have a beautiful name," a deep voice rumbled. "As her boyfriend, I think it's sexy even." 

You blushed, seeing the blonde haired man staring coldly at the British guy. His arms were secured tightly around your waist, sending chills down your spine and igniting your nerves everywhere. "You're her-" "Year and a half." It was oddly silent, the awkwardness suffocating you. "Why don't you go home? I'm sure Luke missed you." Jasmine suggested, not bothring to hide her blatantly cheeky smile (Luke was the name you said was his, to make them not panic). 

Then, you were up and out the door, leaving a stunned British guy who was going to go home knowing he got rejected. By his prey's boyfriend. Once outside, you were transported to your house that you shared with Luci, your bedroom coming into view. You stumbled for a moment, cursing at Jasmine in your mind. She planned this, she knew Lucifer was coming. Oh, you were lucky that guy didn't end up with serious injuries.

You turned around, only to have him press you to the wall and kiss you, soft but roughly. "Why didn't you tell him?" Lucifer growled, kissing down your neck. "I was," you gasped softly, "but I wanted to play with him-" Your mouth was preoccupied again, your legs hitched up around his waist and his arm going around your back and to your head to deepen the kiss. 

The pure possessiveness showed in his actions proved to you that he got just as jealous as you when hit on. In fact, he made it his job to prove to you that you were his all night, solidifying your love for him. 

Despite his weird background, you loved him, and now your were grateful for your friends devious actions.

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Sorry for not updating in forever! I hope this satisfies you all for now, I'll be working on the next one, maybe a preference?