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Comic inspired by this post made by @kkirincorrectquotes .

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look at these two. Fucking Guys

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Local neglected demon baby wants noodles. Please feed him

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inspired by @fallintosanity's crossover Providence

I love this fic so much and highly recommend it.

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Ohh I just thought of another one..

Logan with grumpy reader and he just leans her over the nearest surface and pounds the attitude out of her 🙃

Attitude - Logan Howlett x Reader

send me mean!logan requests!

contents/warnings: smut, minors dni, mean!logan, brat taming, don't like don't read.

"Go on." Logan urges, his voice domineering and loud, his palm squishing your face against the cool, hard surface of the kitchen countertop, "You had so much to say earlier, where is it now?"

You don't answer- you can't, not when Logan's hand is squeezing your mouth shut with the way it smashes you against the counter. There's also the matter of his cock pounding relentlessly into your pussy from the back, your ass shaking with every thrust.

"Hm?" He leans in when you don't answer, his breath hot against your ear as he spits, "Where's all that shit about me bothering you- about me being in your way? 'You so prissy no one can be in the room with you? Hm? Am I in your way now, princess?"

You let out a strangled cry, as good of one as you can muster with your makeshift muzzle, as Logan humps into you like a crazed animal. He's irritated at your audacity, and this is what you'd been asking for earlier with the way you'd snapped at him. He'd grabbed you by the arm and forced you over the counter, and now you're pressing back desperately into his thrusts, trying not to give him the satisfaction of moaning while he keeps you pinned.

"I'm in your fuckin' guts now," He snickers, leaning in close to bite at the shell of your ear, sending a lightning rod of pain through the thin skin, "Y'know, you need a good fuck when you get like that, priss. It calms you down- it shuts you up. See?" He jostles his hand against your face, pressing your head even further into the counter as he mercilessly fucks your cunt, "No more attitude."

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I started reading puzzle house, and I noticed something. There seems to be an age mismatch... In S6, soren looks about 6 ish. Claudia about 4... in the flashback that Lissa leaves. Which is preceded by kppar's disappearance. Soren is shown that young when Viren saved him. (Image credits : @raayllum and @stuck-in-jelly ) look how young soren is! Abd claudia is teeny weeny!

BUT IN PUZZLE HOUSE.... there's a scene between King Atticus (What a lovely man) and Viren.... he asks Viren how he is doing out of genuine concern!

(Pardon the picture quality my camera is not so great)

THE FOLOW UP OF THE SAME INCIDENT THAT IS IN VIREN'S FLASHBACKS!!!! BUT SOREN LOOKS ABOUT 10ISH AND CLAUDIA ABOUT 8ISH!

Now it is very much possible that the puzzle house happens very much later. Like after a time skip.

Also to note: claudia was given kppar's spellbook. Tge kids had been to his house multiple times atleast to mention "he never let us entertained his tower". Also Atticus asks the question as if it all happened fairly recently. Means tge flashback of s6 happened pretty close to the time of puzzle house no? But soren and claudia look older to me...

Wouldn't it make more sense if soren and claudia were a little older than how they are shown in s6 flashbacks to have known kppar! If soren is saved at an older age it would still work.

I don't know if it was a mismatch between the two departments handling the production of the season and the graphic novel. But their ages don't line up... like if all of those flashbacks of s6 happened with a little older claudia and soren, they would remember that incident much more strongly, and that is fitting for character!

I see three possibilities...

A) This is truly a mistake and there was a mismatch between the teams that made the season and the novel.

B) This is deliberate! They showed the flashbacks through Viren's POV. And maybe its the "to parents their children are always young" or this is just how he is seeing them in the memory of that incident now. Memories become distorted over time... we don't remember details and when we recall, we fill their place with details of how we felt that incident to be like, which is sometimes not what it actually was.... Viren's guilt makes him look at himself like the terrible man who hurt his two innocent children. And what better way to make a child look innocent than to literally age them down! Look at this image of claudia from one of the short stories... here she looks about her puzzle house age, seeing Lissa leave.

So it is true that the puzzle house ages are reality and the flashback ages are Viren's projections of his children as how innocent they were when he hurt their family. I AM ONTO SOMETHING HERE, I REALLY WANT THIS TO BE TRUE!

C) I could be wrong at judging character ages too (in that case it would be a bummer cuz what sort of animation student am I then?)

But what do you guys think? I am leaning towards the ages being shown that way is deliberate...

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Okay, I can’t post any theories right now, but I’m seeing so many posts talking about the new information and images that have been released recently and what people are thinking will happen in season 7 based off them. And how specifically all these ideas and possibilities pertain to Rayla and Aaravos. And I just want to talk about some of my thoughts really quickly, because I am genuinely so curious about the idea of Aaravos and Rayla interacting with and impacting each other more this season.

I mean, I have a lot of complaints about how they handled Viren’s arc and the amount of potential they built up for him that ultimately didn’t culminate to anything. (You’re allowed to disagree with me, I’m still not ready to vocalize my exact thoughts on his writing this past season and, regardless, this post isn’t really about Viren anyways.) And one of the reasons for my overarching disappointment with the handling of his character was the fact that they hinted multiple times from the Through the Moon graphic novel to season 5 at a possible Rayla and Viren interaction or confrontation in the future, or at least more parallels/foils that we’d get to see between the two of them, that led nowhere.

But, now seeing everyone speculating about what’s been put out so far about this upcoming season finale… Seeing that there’s a chance we might see Aaravos and Rayla play more of an important role in each other’s lives this season, I can’t help but to anticipate what’s going to happen next between these two.

There’s just, so much potential.

Like, with the Rayla and Leola trials and themes of receiving judgement parallels, how Rayla and Claudia act as foils/parallels to each other, how Runaan and Aaravos act as parallels/foils to each other as parents, the whole theme of life and death that plays a big part in Aaravos and Rayla’s stories and in Moonshadow culture.

And, of course. The Rayla and Aaravos paralleled themes with “ripples” and what does justice mean and when is killing justified and can you take life without compromising your own moral character and at what point are you going too far to try to obtain justice that you are just repeating the cycles of the past and what’s the proper way to grieve someone who was unjustly taken away from you, etc., etc. (I honestly could write a whole essay between the numerous ways Rayla, Callum, Aaravos, and Viren all sort of parallel each other.)

Like, I’m legitimately so stoked to see what they decide to do with these two, if anything. And from the looks of it, there seems to be a lot more concrete evidence now to indicate that they will, unlike they ended up doing with Viren and Rayla.

Originally, I would have said the relationship dynamics I was most interested in seeing play out this upcoming season would be Aaravos and Terry and Aaravos and Janai. But now seeing that there might be a chance that Aaravos and Rayla’s arcs will intertwine, I might have to move them up to the top of my list.

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fondly remembering that time I was working as a cashier when I was 19-20 and my former bus driver and his wife came through. He says to me "Hey, you look familiar" and I reply "Yes, I was one of the bus kids you drove, specifically the one you screamed at and threatened to ban from the bus and make walk home because I was crying out in pain while the other kids were ripping huge chunks of hair out of my head but you did nothing about them." and his wife slowly looked at him like this

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A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.

His response: "No, it's my name now."

I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.

Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.

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Carry You Home

Lucifer x (GN) Reader Summary: Lucifer and Y/N are the proud co-parents of the one and only Charlie Moringstar, which means that on the weekends, mischef is managed. Warnings: NONE! Tooth-rotting fluff. For the lovely @pixie-skull

Amidst the tumultuous chaos of the firey realm of Hell, there existed a sanctuary where warmth and love blossomed against all odds. It was within this paradoxical haven that displayed a tenderness that contridicted Hell’s fearsome reputation. So contricting was this santucary of love, that it had even blessed the home of Lucifer, prince of darkness, himself. He was a doting father to his young daughter, Charlie, and a dedicated partner to Y/N, his equally remarkable spouse.

Charlie, at the age of five, was a radiant light in the dark, her laughter a melody that soothed even the most dark corners of Hell. Her straight volumous hair, the color of molten gold, bounced with every step she took. Her innocent eyes sparkled like stars, a stark contrast to the abyss surrounding them. It was in these small moments that the true nature of Lucifer’s heart was revealed.

One sunny afternoon, which was rare in the infernal realms but always managed to be a vibrant shade of scarlet, Lucifer and Y/N were in the middle of their cherished family weekend routine. No meetings, no deals, no work; just family. Charlie was in the living room, sprawled on a large cushion as she colored in her coloring book. The room, though adorned with otherworldly relics, had a cozy, almost homely aura. It was a place where warmth was as tangible as the fire that licked at the edges of Hell.

Lucifer, as always dressed in his elegant attire that seemed to conflict with the homey aura, was busy in the kitchen. His usual regal air was softened by the apron he wore, which was emblazoned with cheerful cartoons that Charlie had drawn on the fabric. He hummed a gentle tune as he whisked a bowl of pancake batter, the aroma filling the space with an inviting sweetness.

Y/N, with their usual grace and effortless charm, was setting the table. Their presence was like a calming breeze in the tumultuous landscape of Hell, their laughter a soothing balm to the fiery realm. They moved with an easy confidence, exchanging glances with Lucifer that spoke volumes of their deep connection and mutual respect.

“Hey, sweetie,” Lucifer called out, his voice a soft rumble, “do you think you’d like blueberries or chocolate chips in your pancakes today?”

Charlie looked up from her artwork, her face lighting up with a bright smile. “Blueberries, Daddy! And can I have extra syrup too?”

Lucifer’s eyes softened, and he carefully set the batter aside to fetch a bowl of plump, juicy blueberries. “Anything for my little princess,” he said, his tone imbued with affection.

As Lucifer busied himself with the pancakes, Y/N joined Charlie on the floor, helping her with her drawing. The pair was immersed in a sea of crayons and sketches, Y/N gently guiding Charlie’s hand while also listening to her excited chatter about her latest artistic creation.

“Look! I drew a big castle with lots of dragons and a magical forest,” Charlie said, her eyes wide with pride.

Y/N smiled, their gaze warm and encouraging. “It’s wonderful, Charlie. You’ve got such a fantastic imagination. What’s the castle for?”

“It’s for the heroes who come to visit!” Charlie replied eagerly. “They need a place to stay after they’ve had an adventure.”

“Well, what kind of adventures do you want to have ducky?” Lucifer poking his head in, admiring the conversation. 

“I wanna fly Daddy! Just like you!” 

Smiling mischeviously, Lucifer rushed and picked up his daughter with a suprising strength for his stature. “Well, I have just the thing for you then!’ 

“Lucifer, no. She is too young—“

Popping out his wings, Lucifer ignored the pleas of his spouse and took off out the room and off the baloncy, Charlie giggling with glee the whole way. Rushing after them, Y/N’s eyes filled with worry were sated as soon as they saw Lucifer and Charlie doing loops gracefully in the air and the squeals of the little girls joy filled the Hellish sky. 

In this sanctuary of love and care, the boundaries of their world seemed to shrink, and for a brief, precious time, the fires of Hell were dimmed by the light of their unity. Lucifer and Y/N’s devotion to each other and their daughter created a haven where love reigned supreme, proving that even in the darkest of places, the purest light could shine through. In the abyss of Hell, amidst its eternal night, the warmth of their family provided a beacon of hope and light. And for Lucifer, Y/N, and Charlie, this was their paradise—a haven built on love, laughter, and the tender embrace of a family that would always stand together, no matter what.

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~Kissing Memories~

Lucifer Morningstar X Fem! Reader

A/N: Had to write these little kiss ideas somehow, and this is the product! He deserves them all! Hope you enjoy! <3

Synopsis: Brief looks into your relationship with Lucifer Morningstar through your kisses.

Content Warnings: Swearing, not explicit, Implied Smut, 18+, MDNI

Divider Source: Cafekitsune

A Kiss Against the Knuckles:

You were a brand-new sinner to the hotel, and almost brand-new to the environment of hell, so being in this violent environment was a little frazzling to say the least. To your surprise though the princess of what was supposed to be an agonizing, torturous wasteland was.. sweet? Charlie had offered you place to stay, and was roaming with you across the lobby, introducing you to the residents of the grand hotel she owned. This was when her father took notice of you from across the crimson room. Your demeanor immediately ran him to the conclusion that you were brand new to this place, but there was also a different energy about you. One that planted a seed of curiosity, he had to know more about you, so when you and his daughter slowly approached him, Charlie’s rambles on the hotel blurred over in his mind as he looked over you. However, that eventually worked against him as he was shot out of his thoughts with the sound of your voiced name and the sight of your hand being lent out to him to shake. He glanced up to you in a small panic, but despite this, this was when you watched as the King of Hell took your hand in his and brought it closer to his face to press his lips against the soft skin of your fingers. 

“Lucifer Morningstar, pleasure to be meeting you…” 

A Cheek Kiss:

You and Lucifer had grown close over your time at the hotel. He had become a guide to your experiences in hell, and almost a close friend to you through his constant kindness and sense of humor that was endearing to you. However you had to emphasize the word ‘almost’ because despite the fact that you two held all the requirements that you considered to be a close friend to him, there was a wall of anticipation between the two of you. An array from the “royal” kiss to your hand, when you first met, to all the small, constant, “nonchalant” touches, between the two you built up a bridge brick by brick that neither of you dared to cross, despite the other resident’s protests and urges to finally advance your relationship. 

On one of the mornings of your residency of the Hazbin Hotel, you were up early in the tiled kitchen surrounded by a wafting sweet aroma and the warm melodic sounds of Lucifer’s voice as you kept him company sat at the counter as usual. He leisurely stood at the stove flipping over another one of his buttery flapjacks as he continued to sing lowly in the comfortable atmosphere that you sat in, without the need for any words between the two of you. However, in spite of the atmosphere, you sat, stuck in your own head filled with wandering thoughts as you continued to watch him. You were almost certain that your friends at the hotel had just filled your mind with foolish ideas to keep themselves amused and your own delusions alive, but the more you watched him the more you wanted them to be right. The more you wanted to see if this relationship meant more to him than you thought too. The king that reigned over your thoughts turned around from the stove to place the plate of steaming hot cakes onto the counter just across from you, and looked towards you with a smile that just made your heart melt. Without much thought you stood from across the island’s stool, walked over to his side of the counter, and assisted in arranging the plates for the residents of the hotel as you had routinely done in the past, but this morning the close proximity between the two of you drove you mad. You had to know what you meant to him, and if it didn’t work out… maybe you could play it off. 

“Thank you for breakfast Lucifer..”

You spoke quietly and took a few of the dishes in your grasp to bring to the awaiting residents; Then forced yourself to swallow back your nerves, and hastily leaned towards him to aim for the rosy part of his cheek. Although this moment only could have lasted no more than a few seconds, your adored the rewards of your efforts as you felt your heart skip several beats from the way his soft skin briefly touched the surface of your lips before you quickly made your escape out of the kitchen. 

A First Kiss:

 It had been seven long, lonely, and agonizing years since Lucifer had actually pursued anything romantic, so he was noticeably very antsy and hesitant with his touches throughout your first date together. Despite this, the two of you enjoyed a very lovely, romantic candlelit dinner he reserved for the two of you. Even the view was incredible as it overlooked and gave a clear view of his wide spanning “kingdom”. Luckily you were very patient with him, but he yearned to do something, anything throughout the dinner, and criticized himself for being unable to do so. If it wasn’t for the brief kiss you had set on his cheek, he wouldn’t have had the courage to ask you out on this date in the first place, so he felt he should give you the same courtesy, be a little fearless, and do something. He watched you for a little longer as you stared off the patio for a few moments and down at the glimmer lights of the city. The way they lights lit up your eyes and the way your outfit fit you perfectly, forced his heart into a break-neck pace, but he forced himself to try to shake it off as he threw a few large bills, that were way over the amount he needed to pay, onto the table and stood from his chair. Lucifer quickly walked past his chair and the table towards you to lend his hand towards you. 

“Ready to go Sweetheart?” 

You agreed and took his hand walking out the restaurant with him back towards the hotel you both called home. The crisp hot air and loud ambiance of the passing clubs that accompanied your walk, hand in hand, with Lucifer couldn’t drown out the tension he felt as his mind wandered over all the possible things he could be doing wrong. Despite this he couldn’t help but glance towards you as you continued your trek back, and his heart only stuttered again as he was able to truly admire how gorgeous he thought you are. You were a lot closer together then, and he could pick up on details that quickly rooted their way into his heart: like how the city’s lighting bounced off your skin, the small rise and fall of your chest, and the way your hair laid perfectly down from your head. He let out a heavy breath as he tried to calm his racing heart, and the rest of the walk flew by. It wasn’t long till you were back and walking down the scarlet hall that held the door to your room. The tension in his chest grew tighter and tighter as you came to a full stop at your door. His mind was screaming at him, this was the moment, he knew he couldn’t mess this up, he wouldn’t be able to sleep that night if he did. He wouldn’t allow himself to chicken out. The clicks of your doorknob resonated across the hall as you turned the handle, revealed your room, and turned back to him to say goodbye, but just as your gaze was back onto him, you were surprised by the sudden feeling of his soft lips against yours. The surprise didn’t matter for very long though as you melted and relaxed into his given affection, feeling the sparks and shockwaves that flew from the contact between the two of you. The kiss was perfect but brief as he pulled away with a breathless expression, and you gave each other soft smiles. 

“Goodnight hun..”

“Goodnight Lucifer..”

A Giggly Kiss:

After a long day of working around the hotel that day you returned to your room, and just as you reached the right position you practically collapsed down onto the floor to set against the side of your bed with an exhausted sigh. You leaned back, slowly relaxing against the cool floorboards that laid beneath you and the plush comforter that sat just behind you. Just as you were about to let out another heavy breath a ringing, cheerful voice came through, muffled from the door. 

“Hellooo~ May I come in Sweetheart?” 

You felt like your bones weighed like tons as Lucifer asked for your welcome, and only responded with a quiet agreement, allowing him to come into your room by his own permission. You heard the creaking of your door as he opened it himself, and stepped in. He walked past the soft rug on your floor, and you heard a thud as he plopped down onto the comforter of your bed to peer over and look down at your tired, slumped over figure. 

“Long day..?” 

You nodded and hummed softly as you stretched and popped your sore shoulders against the surface of the side of your bed. Lucifer’s own mind grew slightly concerned seeing how the fatigue weighed on your facial features. From that moment on he was dead set on soothing you in the ways he knew he could. 

“Alright then.. How about you let me pamper you tonight? Bubble bath, massage, movies, cuddles, the works.” 

Just as you were about to protest, and explain how he didn’t have to, he interrupted you and pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your head. 

“Mmm just let me do this for you hun.. You deserve it.”

A warm feeling flooded your chest as you felt the love from his offered services, and his soft affection. Then watched as he leaned further over the bed to press a few more affectionate kisses to your forehead as he held your chin and turned your gaze to him. 

“Y’know....If you’re really that worried.. Maybe you could repay me with a real kiss?” 

A light giggle escaped your lips as you watched his eyebrows wiggle to emphasize his question, and you leaned forward to hold him and press a gentle kiss to his lips. 

A Hot and Desperate Kiss:  

You and Lucifer sat in the back of a dimly lit limo on the way back after another very sweet date he had planned for the two of you, and it was clear he was anxiously waiting for your arrival back home. The weight of red fabric you had gifted to him only moments before, stayed tightly packed into his suit pocket, and it felt as if it could rival the weight of a hundred tons as it served as a constant reminder against him, that you were almost bare, just for him. He could just reach over…. Trail a hand up your thigh, an-.... He cut himself out of his treacherous thoughts, as he was determined to reap the rewards of your challenge, but here you were, sat just beside him, shoulder to shoulder, as his dark scaly tail coiled further around your waist to keep you close. The drive continued to drag agonizingly on and on the longer he had to wait for the oncoming stop. You, however, were in better spirits. The funny feeling of amusement only seemed to spill more and more into your chest as you watched the way he couldn’t even spare a glance towards you or even the way his leg bounced at a rapid pace anxiously just beside you. It wasn’t long till you knew that he was aware of the way you stared over at him because soon luminous golden blood started to trickle down the surface of his bottom lip as his sharp teeth started to dig into the soft skin. A quiet laugh rang through your vocal cords as you leaned in close and used your thumb to clean away the evidence of his clear eagerness. 

“.... getting impatient Luci~?” 

A heated shaky breath escaped his lips as he finally looked towards you, but the smirk that accompanied your own eager eyes was just enough to drive him over the edge. You could barely make out his muttered curses before, in mere seconds, he briefly shook his head as he took a strong hold of you before you could only see sudden flash of golden magic enclose around the two of you. Soon you were no longer in the back of his royal limo but instead back in the familiar hotel’s halls. It wasn’t long till the decorated lights of the crimson halls became a blur as Lucifer clutched onto you with an almost inhuman grip and practically flew you past the hotel’s doors towards room that he needed for the two of you to be in. He craved holding, feeling, hearing you; tasting you.. Eventually he reached just the door he wanted and fumbled with the handle for a moment before opening it and shoved you against the dark mahogany as it came back to a close. In an instant his hot hungry lips were sloppily pressed against yours he kept you pushed up against the door. The pressure from his lips was nearly bruising, as he continued to kiss you. Soon his teeth softly bit your supple bottom lip, causing your lips to part as a quiet gasp escaped you. Lucifer took the opportunity without any hesitancy to roll his split tongue into the opening and swirl it around yours. He continued to taste you, only separating from you as your lungs demanded a chance for oxygen and looked over your flushed expression as he took in the pause to share your heated breaths.

“F-ffuck.. Hun.. I need you so..so bad.. Could I-...?” 

A Morning Kiss: 

Soft morning light filtered through the feathers that were snugly tucked around the two of you as you held each other in a tight comforting embrace. Lucifer was awake in your arms for a long while now, but he wouldn’t dare move or frankly even breath wrong if it meant that you would start to stir from your sleepy state. He adored the way you looked as the new morning gave you a glow that he could only describe as heavenly. The more he stared the longer the list of countless reasons he adored being with you in this moment: the cute state of your now messy hair, the slow rise and fall of your chest, the peace in your expression, the tight hold you kept him in… The reasons went on and on. The smile that was painted across his face hadn’t dared to falter for even a moment as he continued to gaze down on you. Lucifer let out another soft exhale as he delicately brushed a few spare strands out of your face, but as he did so he felt his heart flutter from the way you started to adjust yourself in his hold. Your arms lightly squeezed him, and your eyes fluttered open to finally take in your first, and favorite, sight of the day. As you peered towards the man you held, your smile was quick to match his own, and Lucifer chuckled lowly as he watched you slowly blink the sleep out of your eyes before he leaned forward to press a long loving kiss to soft skin of your forehead. 

“Good morning Sweetheart.”

A Comforting Kiss: 

It was the end of a late movie night for the two of you, and your room was shrouded in darkness with only the flashing lights of your television lowly lighting the area. Your eyes remained rested on the screen across from your couch as your fingers continued to repeatedly rake through the blonde locks that laid against your fallen angel’s head. You felt the weight of Lucifer’s head settled against your lap with the rest of his body rested against the remaining length of the cushions, and you relaxed in your own spot against the armrest as the night continued until you felt him start to shift against you. You wouldn’t have put much mind to it, but soon his movements grew to become more restless. Your eyes peered down to Lucifer, and pang of concern struck your heart as you watched him continued to shift against you. His expression seemed almost pained with furrowed brows and now hurried breath. Only seconds later Lucifer woke and sat up with a heaving chest and a single tear rolling down his pale cheek. Without any hesitation you were at his side taking his hand in yours as you advanced to help calm his anxious breath, and heart. 

“Luci, hold on follow me okay..?”

Lucifer eyes were back on you in an instant, and he followed your instruction. With each breath he was able to slowly ground himself in the space and reality he was actually in, and as more seconds passed by his heart rate was able to slow as he fluttered his eyes close. After a few more moments, his grip loosened on your hand, and you lifted your free hand to rub off the spare tears that ran down his cheeks during his panicked state. Instinctively he leaned into your touch, and his heavy tired eyes opened once again.

“I’m sorry about that hun.” 

The way his voice came out quiet and weak, pulled and put a strain on your heart strings, but you were quick to shake your head and wipe away any weight of guilt off of him. 

“No.. please don’t apologize Lucifer” 

A weak smile pulled at Lucifer’s lips as he nods and exhales a heavy weary sigh; He squeezed your hand gently again and leans his side against yours, taking comfort in your accepting and loving touch. Your thumb took its time, slowly rubbing over the shape of his knuckles repeatedly as you kept him company. 

“Would you like to talk about it..?” 

He took in a long deep breath as his eyes lingers on your linked hands, and spoke in a hushed tone as the pain from the reminder festered in his mind. 

“.....Just old memories hun.. Could we just… sit a little while..?” 

You watched his gaze finally left from your hands to give you a pleading expression that just emanated fatigue. You knew it wasn’t right to push him further in that moment. It was only right for him to share whenever he was the most comfortable to and it wouldn’t be at that late hour. 

“Of course Lucifer..”

Lucifer’s tired smile grew a little as he felt you hold him close to your side. Your warm embrace shooed away his anxieties in an instant; it was all he wanted and needed. He soon realized, if he could choose anywhere to be for the rest of eternity it would be in your arms and the cherry on top was the feeling of your delicate kiss to the corner of his forehead, allowing his eyelids the chance to relax and close for the rest of the night. 

“I’ll be here.. Just rest.” 

A Tender Kiss: 

You and Lucifer sat together in the quiet and comfortable atmosphere of Lucifer’s workshop only lit by the few warm-tinted lamps that sat across the room. The only sounds that filled the quiet ambiance of the night was the soft hums falling past your lips and the quiet clicks of Lucifer’s tools he used on the project he held in his dark hands. As the two of you worked together on your own respective projects you sat almost shoulder to shoulder, with every “accidental” touch between the two of you feeling warm and electric. After a long while, Lucifer’s eyes roamed away from the rubber duck he held, taking a small break, to peer over at what you were working on. As he caught sight of the work in progress his lips turned upwards to a soft smile, and his heart gained the summery, familiar sense of pride knowing he was sitting with and dating someone like you. His eyes turned up from the work in progress to admire its beautiful creator, and felt his heartbeat increase to accompany the fluttering in his chest he always felt when he stared at you. Watching the focus and spirit in your eyes only made the heated feeling in his heart grow. The longer he gazed at you the easier it was for his heart to be set on leaning in closer and closer. Then suddenly your focus was broken, as Lucifer’s warm and gentle touch was set across the bottom of your jaw and he guided your eyes back onto him. He leaned in even closer and watched as your eyes naturally closed as they had done several times before, and pressed a tender and slow kiss against your lips. In this quiet affectionate moment between the two of you, he knew for sure he had to speak, and a low whisper finally escaped as the kiss was broken. 

“I love you..” 

A Kiss of New Beginnings:

The night had gone exactly as Lucifer had planned, you adored his gift, it fit you flawlessly, dinner was delicious, as he knew it would be, and the ambiance of the hotel rooftop was romantic in every way he wanted, but there was one issue: that damned velvet box sitting in his coat pocket. He already knew what he wanted to say, Lucifer had practiced it for hours upon hours in the mirror the night before and even the next morning, but as he finally sat across the candle lit table the words seemed to be imprisoned in the back of his mind. The gorgeous small smiles you would give him as you sipped your drink, your laugh that always sent his mind in a frenzy, each brief touch you gave him throughout the night, all of it clutched to his heart in a way that prompted his voice to evaporate into thin air at the worst times possible. Each time he thought he had gathered enough courage to finally get down on one knee, you just had to do something that would churn his mind to mush. Even knowing Charlie, and your other shared dear friends were also just around the corner didn’t do him any favors. However, time was ticking, dessert was already here and the two of you were sharing your final bites, but here he was still stalling as he anxiously scolded himself for not just biting the bullet and pulling out the box. The pressure continued to build and build as the dinner came to an end, and it wasn’t long till you were looking to him expectantly. 

“Ready to turn in for the night?” 

Lucifer swallowed painfully and felt the burdensome weight of stares on the back of his head, as he made eye contact with you. 

“A-actually.. Um no we have one more thing tonight sweetheart….” 

He stood from his chair, in a bit of a hurried manner, before he could make his way towards you. Lucifer could feel the tense anticipation thicken the air with every step he took, but as he offered his hand to you to stand he could practically hear the groan from the residents of the hotel. However despite the disappointment he knew the others felt, he took a hold of your hand and helped you out of your seat. A few seconds later his crimson and white feathers unfolded from his back as he lead you towards the edge of the roof. 

“Just one more spot tonight hun..”

He watched as your head nodded, you wrapped your arms around his neck like you had done a hundred times before, and he carefully picked you up. His wings swung downwards and propelled the two of you into the air in one fell swoop. Although the night hadn’t gone exactly as he wanted, he had one more chance, and he would rather be double damned than not take it. As he took another deep inhale of hell’s hot air, his eyes turned down to stare down at hopefully his future fiance, but then came that onslaught of familiar warm fluttering in his chest. Your eyes shined with the city’s lights, and he couldn’t help but remember the first time he admired you staring off on your shared first date. The reminder of the night pulled a smile from the corners of his lips, the two of you had come so far since that night together, and he knew he wanted to continue the rest of his eternity with you. 

Eventually his wings flapped and you two made a safe landing under the shelter of hellish vermillion trees. Your feet settled against the grass as you regained your balance, but then butterflies filled your chest as you looked towards the scene he had prepared for you. Fairy lights were threaded through the branches of the crimson trees that surrounded you, and in the field ahead there were glimmering orbs of golden magic that illuminated and floated around a large plaid blanket laid carefully in the grass, with sprinkled flower petals fallen all across it. The two of you took a few steps onwards into the clearing, and your eyes remained captured by the sight of the roaming orbs of light. Lucifer couldn’t help the love that continued to flourish in his heart as he watched you admire and toy with his magic while the two of you continued your trek. Then he found what he needed; he saw the opportunity to finally at least start to speak right in front of him as you were slightly distracted. As soon as the realization came over him, it seemed liked the words just started to tumble out of him.

“Sweetheart…. I-.. I just want to say that I’m so incredibly happy to be with you.. I just love you so much, and I don’t think those words can even truly encapsulate the way I feel about you.” 

Lucifer’s steps slowed along with yours as the two pairs of feet finally hit the soft, patterned fabric below you, and he lead you to sit comfortably across. Then his small speech continued. 

“I-.. I’ve been thinking over our relationship together lately.. And I can’t help but be reminded exactly why I love you so much with every memory that comes up. The spark I sensed from you when I first saw you, your ambition and kindness even when we were just friends, the way my heart races just from looking at you, your playful and albeit teasing nature, how you can make me feel utterly at peace just by holding me close, and god sweetheart… just by being you.” 

Lucifer’s head tilts downwards as he takes your hand in his, and lets out a shaky breath as he feels his heart pound against his chest.

“I just.. I’ve realized.. When I look to the future I only ever see you in it, and I don’t ever want this to end… I’m.. um…” 

Lucifer paused and peers back up to you as he feels your soft hand squeeze his, only to find a loving expression painted across your face as a joyful tear runs down your cheek. He returns your warm smile with his own as he takes a deep breath and continues. 

“I’m..hoping you feel the same way.. A-and that maybe..” 

He shakily removes his hand from yours to retrieve the dreaded velvet box, and fumbles it open to display the shining personalized ring he made for you. 

“You’ll do me the honor of marrying me..?” 

Without any hesitation, you bounded forward, wrapping your arms around the devil’s neck before capturing his lips in the most tender kiss you could give, hoping to translate all of your devotion through the affection you were giving. A huge wave of relief cleaned all the anxiousness from his heart as he was wrapped in your arms once again, and Lucifer returned the kiss with the same amount of passion. It was as if the two of you were kissing for the first time again, as continuous sparks seemed to fly from the loving contact you shared. Mutual continuous tears flowed down your cheeks, as you continued to kiss, but eventually the passionate moment came to an end as you slowly pulled away, and felt his forehead lean against yours. Then started to share the little oxygen that fell between the two of you. 

“Yes Lucifer.. Yes..”

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Y/N: Let's try this again. Alastor, you just need to be honest and open your heart! Then, you'll be able to make a connection and who knows? He might become a good friend to you!

Alastor: [Narrows his eyes and grunts in disgust]

Y/N: Oh, there he is! Sir!

Lucifer: [Immediately he curls up his lips as soon as he sees Alastor and focuses all of his attention on to you] Why, hello my dear!

Y/N: Hello! Alastor would like to say a few words to you.

Alastor: [Clears throat] You're like a father to me.

Lucifer: [Tears up] Oh, th-that's...Than-

Alastor: I despised my father.

Lucifer: ...

Y/N: ...

Alastor: Killed him too.

Y/N: [Facepalm]

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Imagine sub Lucifer just ✨ appreciating ✨ and ✨ admiring ✨ the readers bouncing tits as they ride him Like he can not take his eyes (or hands🤭) off of those puppies

Oh, he TOTALLY would! Man is obSESSED!!

Appreciation

⚠️WARNING⚠️ - THIS WRITING CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT. SMUT BELOW. MDNI.

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Lucifer groaned as you slid down onto his cock, his eyes rolling back into his head. “F-fuck…” he moaned.

You smiled at him, taking the rest of him into your pussy. It hurt a touch, but it was worth it to see Lucifer’s mouth open in a silent scream, his brows scrunched together and his eyes wide with lust and surprise.

Lucifer’s head hit the pillow behind him as you started to move, bouncing up and down on his length. His hands grasped at your waist, his nails digging into your skin. His eyes opened just a bit, and he moaned at the sight.

Your breasts were bouncing up and down with every move you made.

He smiled up at you weakly. One of his hands went to your chest, his fingers brushing over your nipple. The gasp of his name that came from your mouth made him groan. He rolled your nipple between his thumb and index finger, leaning up to press soft kisses to your mounds.

“Oh, shit, Luci~…” you moaned, overwhelmed with the sensation. The hand that had been holding his own moved to his hair, pulling him into your chest.

Lucifer buried his face into your breasts, muffling the whimper that escaped his lips. He licked and sucked on the sides of your tits, still flicking your nipples. “O-oh, ______!” He whined your name as his orgasm approached. “‘m gonna-AH-gonna c-cum!” He nuzzled into your breasts, his face hidden from view. His hands and mouth worked faster and faster, earning wanton moans from you.

“Ffuck, LUCIFER!” You cried, grinding down on his cock as you came, your eyes blinking furiously as tears started to fall down your face.

Not a moment later, Lucifer himself let out a strangled sob, his cum spilling inside of you. He continued his motions as you both rode out your highs, making you whimper from overstimulation.

When the both of you finally calmed down, you climbed off of Lucifer’s cock, the both of you gasping at the loss of friction. You slid into place beside him. “Thank you for that,” you said, kissing his cheek and patting his head.

Lucifer smiled at you again, his toothy grin glinting in the dim lighting. “Anytime.”

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