#the sandman lucifer morningstar

[na-shoba]

happy birthday, gwen!

and big thanks to my partner @bri-sonat for helping me!

[littledollll]

Call me your angel

Lucifer Morningstar x human!reader

A/n: i love fics that just randomly come to me. In this case I was scrolling through the Lucifer tag like a starved animal (realized I’m practically the main user of it btw) and came across this post by: @masscared-star and immediately thought of some cute sort of intimate conversation scene simply because of that beautiful back-facing drawing. So this is whatever that idea was! Beautiful art btw!<3

Again special thanks to @pebbleswritessometimes and @v3nusxsky for helping me brainstorm and with the general writing process as always.

Warnings: Lucifer’s a little closed off, aludes slightly to sex (barely), non-sexual intimacy, slight insecurity, Lucifer suffering bc of their own mind.

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“…you look so pretty..” Lucifer’s attention was captured by your barely whispered words. They were lost in their own mind, always thinking about something, there wasn’t a moment they lived without so much running through their mind. So much you would probably never know.

‘You know enough’, they said. ‘You know what you have to. You know what you really want to.’ Though it wasn’t quite true. You’d never know enough about them. There wasn’t an amount you could know about them without wanting for more.

You wanted to study each and every part of them and their complicated mind. You wanted to understand and feel whatever they did. To feel tethered to this wonderful being. But you know better. And so do they. There is a price to pay with that much knowledge, with all that power.

Maybe in far into the future, you’d finally know everything about the devil, maybe you could have a sliver of understanding for all of it. But for each thing there is time, unlimited time at that. So you had no rush. Lucifer felt comfort in knowing that.

The feeling of your warm hands wrapping around their back and just over their stomach made a slight shiver run through their body, their wings fluttering at the contact.

Your chest pressed against their back, wrapping them in a familiar and warm embrace. And in that moment you felt every running thought leave their mind as they relaxed into your embrace. Their ever-powerful wings rested against their back, against you.

“I wouldn’t know what it feels like.. I have my fair supply of never-ending thoughts. Insecurities and such. Curiosities mostly.”

Immediately, they knew you were observing them. Reading their behaviors. You already knew, or at least had an idea of what was on their mind.

“It’s not all that different from yours then.. no, not truly.” You nodded, they continued.

“Curiosity brought me here.” You disagree. But arguing that would be pointless, you have a thousand times before. “Why do you humans wish to know and have an explanation for everything? The universe is so grand and complicated... sometimes I wish I knew nothing.”

That’s a hard sentiment to combat. You say nothing, letting their statement be just that. “We think we deserve to, maybe. Is it wrong to wonder about everything that was and brought us here? We all want to know about different things, mostly anyways. I wish to know all about you.”

“You deserve to.”

Their statement leaves you confused. Didn’t they just argue we really shouldn’t? That it’s foolish for a human to want to know and understand everything. “I don’t think we d-“

“No. You deserve to. But I fear knowing everything might cause more harm than good. I do not wish for you to understand my wretched mind. But I wish to offer you understanding… does that make any sense?”

Their hands meet your own, feather light touches trace your forearms and each hand, each finger even. Like they’re just admiring you. As if they hadn’t a thousand times before. As if they hadn't a few moments ago. Their hands wrap around your own.

You nod again.

“I’m not in the dark about you… I don’t feel as such either. Maybe it’s my human brain making me want to know it all, hm?” They playfully scoffed, amused by your behavior towards this topic.

“There is vast knowledge that lives in me. Greater than any human mind could ever comprehend. Greater than even I can truly understand. It certainly feels like a burden. But you welcome it and me with open arms, why?”

That idiot. How can somebody so smart be so stupid all at the same time?

“I don’t think you need a map to understand why I love and accept you, angel.” That made them pause. You felt them suck in a breath, and their heart just- stop. Granted it was something they did for your comfort, the devil doesn’t truly need a heartbeat. So there was no concern for their health, but fear for wondering if you went too far.

“..I call you my devil so often, I-..” you wished you could see their face now, it would give you a bit of an idea on how to continue. But you’d have to guess and trust you know them enough to know how they felt in that moment.

You felt a soft squeeze in your right hand, before their thumb began to gently caress the back of it. It made you sigh in relief. “I feel as if you’re my angel, in a way that is very personal to me and no one else.”

That felt nice, hearing your soft words, understanding more or less what you meant by it. “I like it... you may continue calling me that.”

“Call me your angel.” They spoke almost shyly, even through what you would often call their ‘fancy’ way of speaking (a habit you’ve also picked up after so long with them). It was thoroughly amusing to you.

“And so I will, my angel.” They felt the words whispered against their skin, something was oddly comforting about it, Lucifer wished to relish in it forever, bathe in the feeling of the warmth of your love. But that was no far fetched dream, this was it. That warmth was you. That warmth was theirs for all eternity.

[just-your-casual-nerd]

Master List of Fics I Like

Note: I did not write any of these fics, I just enjoy reading them and had a shit load of them saved. So, I figured I would put all of the ones I liked on a master list, figuring that its an easy way to keep track of them, and maybe you guys would like them as well. Have a Great Day fellow Nerds! 😁👋

2nd Note: If Someone wants me to take their fic or another fic off, let me know and it will be done. I don't want to offend anyone or make them upset. 

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[tanith-rhea]

Gwendoline Christe as Lucifer Morningstar in The Sandman, Episode 10, Lost Hearts

[why-what-no]

Old Friends, New Loves

Pairing: Lucifer x Immortal!Reader

Warnings: Smut

Summary: Lucifer’s former dear friend visits them for the first time since their fall. A visit that reveals many formerly unspoken feelings.

Requested by: Anonymous & “babxshkajelly” on Wattpad

"Your Grace." Mazikeen spoke out in the cavernous throne room, looking cautiously at her ruler.

Her ruler who didn't look very happy.

"What?" Lucifer hissed, feeling a stress headache coming. They didn't even know angels could get stress headaches.

"A visitor has asked for permission to enter Hell."

Sighing and sitting down, they waved for Mazikeen to continue. "Very well, who is it?"

When Mazikeen said the name (Y/N), Lucifer's breath caught in their throat. After all the years, why had (Y/N) come to hell to see them? What aim could they possibly had in making the journey. "Escort them in." Lucifer demanded, the anticipation clear in their voice. "Immediately."

The sight of (Y/N) was so strange to the devil, not having seen their fellow immortal in what felt like eternity. In fact, it probably have actually been eternity since the two of them had faced each other.

The last time Lucifer and (Y/N) spoke had been before Lucifer had fallen. Before they began ruling Hell, only being an Angel like so many others.

(Y/N) had been one of the only things that they missed about that time. The aura of life and godly power that emanated from them was like sunshine warming Lucifer. Hell was cold, and once in a while Lucifer missed the warmth that (Y/N) provided.

But now they were in hell, and the headache that had been bothering Lucifer practically disappeared at the sight of their old friend.

"Hello, Samael." (Y/N) spoke formally, looking at the fallen Angel with their hands clasped. As ethereal as ever, elegance and the feeling of power to match Lucifer themself. "Or do you prefer Lucifer now? I've heard you've taken on that name as your own."

They were more unfriendly than Lucifer remembered, but the devil supposed they had a fair amount of reasons to treat them like that. Before the fall, (Y/N) had been much more casual with them. Loving and teasing, the closest of friends. In fact, there were times that Lucifer had hoped their friendship would change into something... more.

"Whatever you prefer to call me will be a welcome, my old friend." They tried to be warmer to (Y/N) than they would be to others.

But (Y/N) just raised their eyebrow. "Alright... Luci. I have a message from Heaven for you." They held out a scroll for them to take.

"Thank you." Lucifer had sighed at the taunting nickname, but didn't loose their calm. Instead taking the letter and opening it.

It was the average message, soul counts and punishment regulations. Nothing that Lucifer would ever listen or respond to. After reading, they returned their attention to (Y/N), who was trying to make it look like they weren't staring at Lucifer.

"And why did you come to deliver the message, my dear?" Lucifer asked with a smirk. "Why you? Have you gotten closer to god and heaven since you left me to battle god alone?"

A sudden glint of anger reached (Y/N) eyes. "Left you?" They asked incredulously. It didn't matter that Lucifer was the devil, they would speak to their old friend with as little respect as they wished. "You left me."

Lucifer rolled their eyes at that, wishing that they hadn't brought of old troubles. But... it was hard not to feel betrayed by the past between them.

"Now, now, my dear. Don't play innocent, you could have joined me if you wished. But you stood back and let me suffer. You didn't side with me."

"You didn't ask me too!" (Y/N) snapped back, the anger leaving their eyes as they said that, replaced by exhaustion.

That caught Lucifer off guard.

From the moment Lucifer had met (Y/N), they had known their fellow immortal was special. Just like them. Alive since the world had commenced, a being of life and the natural world.

Their wisdom rivalled any other beings, with the love in their heart to share that wisdom. Unlike Lucifer, they were much more empathetic. Much more genuine.

Lucifer never knew why they were so drawn to (Y/N). Perhaps they had admired those qualities in their friend that Lucifer knew that they would never develop.

"Would you have joined me if I had asked?" Asked Lucifer, trying not to sound desperate for the answer.

(Y/N) looked down, avoiding Lucifer's powerful gaze. It made them feel too much. "Yes." They responded softly. "If you had asked."

"Why?" It didn't make sense to Lucifer that (Y/N) would give up everything for them. Why would they?

"Because... I loved you. I love you."

No words would be sufficient in replying to (Y/N), so they didn't speak. Instead stepping closer and cupping (Y/N)'s face, pulling their love into a kiss.

(Y/N) responded immediately by leaning close and kissing them back. Much more enthusiastically than Lucifer had expected, but the devil was thrilled that (Y/N) wanted them like they wanted (Y/N).

Pressing them against a wall, Lucifer didn’t waste any time in running their hands over their love’s body. Feeling them gasp against Lucifer’s mouth. They tugged at (Y/N)‘s tunic, reached down to trace a finger along their thigh. Absolutely adoring the arousal in (Y/N)‘s face.

Lucifer began to hope that they could see them like that every day, moaning at the devil stroked over their most intimate parts. Getting all worked up at the pleasurable feelings that Lucifer pulled out of them as well as the power that they knew Lucifer now had over them.

But Lucifer wouldn’t let them come from their hand, instead Lucifer sank down to their knees so that they could bring (Y/N) to orgasm with their mouth. They knew that it felt good for (Y/N) from the whines and moans, the pleading as (Y/N) tugged at Lucifer’s light hair.

Lucifer never gave in to the begging, knowing exactly how to pleasure their love so that (Y/N) would beg for more every day that they spent together. So that they wouldn’t ever want to live a life without Lucifer teasing an orgasm out of them. The devil could act kind, and the devil could act cruel, and they would give (Y/N) whatever they desired.

Whatever made them scream and beg for more.

When they let (Y/N) come, Lucifer kept them pressed against the wall as they caught their breath. Kissing their love and murmuring sweet words to calm them.

“Will you join me?” Lucifer finally asked after an eternity of wondering, once they had carried (Y/N) to their bedchambers and let them relax from their intimacy.

(Y/N) let out a small, yet content, sigh. “Of course, until the end of all life itself… Luci.” They added with a playful smirk.

A small chuckle came from Lucifer at (Y/N)’s words. They didn’t mind the nickname, knowing that (Y/N) had an eternity of teasing them to make up for.

In fact, Lucifer had missed that smirk.

Taglist: : @dark-academia-slut @silverhart93 @stygianoir @keengardenprincess @oswinthestrange

[jelonkan]

Devil's Tailor

Pairing: Lucifer x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader was one of the best tailors in her lifetime. She gained this talent through a pact with the devil, and when she ended up in Hell after her death, she continued to use her skills. She sewed for the ruler of Hell.

Author Note: It's just a short thing that came to my mind lately. Lot of fluff. Enjoy!

You nervously tightened your fingers on the sketchbook, shifting from foot to foot. The dress you had patched many times shuffled on the littered floor, and the frightened gaze stared at the tall figure in front of you. Here they were. Lucifer, King of Hell, the Devil and Satan. But they didn't look like a red man with horns and a tail. No, they were beautiful. Incredibly beautiful, as Michelangelo's most beautiful sculpture, or even not. No man-made art could match the beauty they portrayed.

"I don't understand" you finally gasped, swallowing hard and trying with all your strength not to drop the book. They were so tall that you had to look up to meet their electric blue eyes. Their huge black wings folded gracefully.

"You have talent, Y/N" they explained in a calm tone, folding their hands in front of them and giving you a small smirk. "Unfortunately, talent is not enough to exist in this world."

"So please tell me. What do I have to do to exist in this world? To gain fame and fortune? Why my talent is not enough?" You asked questions, felt less panicked around them, and felt more curious. You've always been curious and wanted answers to your questions at all costs. Such desperation in you made the smile on Lucifer's lips widen.

"You see, the thing about talents is that a lot of people have them." they replied, slowly approaching you. You had to refrain from stepping back, but you wouldn't have gone far with the wall behind you anyway. "But to get what you want so badly you need a little help. I'll give you a gift. You will be the best tailor for the rest of your life." Lucifer declared temptingly.

"It sounds beautiful, but what is the price for it? I know there is always a price for these things" you asked, remembering all the stories about making contracts. Nothing ever came for free.

"Yes, there is the price, sweet one" they said with chuckle. You felt your cheeks blush at their description of you. "When you die, you will go to Hell and your gift will be taken back. You will have to deal with it yourself, and we will check if you really have talent not only for sewing, but also for survival." Their hand ran lightly over your cheek, and you held your breath at the pleasant sensation it caused. Well, then you did not think about the consequences they revealed to you and you thought much more about all the riches they offered. This life has not been kind for you, and Lucifer's help to change it was too tempting.

"Then we make deal? Pact?" you mumbled quickly, feeling the urge to have all these gifts taking over you. You knew you were greedy, but you were also sure that this opportunity would never happen again.

"Indeed." they nodded, still calm unlike you.

"Do you need my blood? I mean ... I heard that ... I..." you get caught up in words and stress. How could you suggest something so stupid? But Lucifer only smiled, amused by your nerves. It was pretty cute. Which they would never say out loud, at least not then.

"It won't be necessary." they announced, putting their hand on your cheek. You felt your face flush again and your eyes couldn't tear themselves away from their beautiful blue irises. " A simple handshake is enough for you."

Without a word, they took a few steps away from you, which you accepted with dissatisfaction, and extended their slender hand towards you. Have you wondered? No, you didn't hesitate even for a moment. You shook their hand confidently, which made them smile with a satisfied smile that made you feel a little uncomfortable. It all only took a few seconds, but Lucifer's touch was so pleasant to you that it seemed to slow down time.

"Has anything changed?" you asked looking around you. You glanced down at your hands, but they were the same too, except for the memory of Lucifer's touch. "I don't feel anything special." you added, looking back at Lucifer.

"Touch the fabric, needle or thread and you will feel the difference." they explained. Under their gaze you walked over to the table where various sewing materials were spread out. The first thing your hand touched was a pleasant green velvet fabric. You inhaled sharply, feeling the warmth coming from it. You barely refrained from starting a project that suddenly popped into your head. "Can you feel it?" Lucifer asked, and you suddenly felt their close presence behind you. Their chest was touching your back. You felt the warmth coming from them almost the same as when you touched the material.

"Yes." you swallowed nervously at their proximity. Their breath caressed your neck, making you goose bumps. "How it's possible?" you dared to turn around.

But Lucifer did not answer you. They disappeared just as they came here. Unexpectedly and in flames. Leaving you alone to know your gift and finally exist in the world.

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After a life of promised fame and fortune, you landed in Hell. Deprived of Lucifer's gift, you were on your own.

It wasn't easy for you at first to climb the ranks in Hell, but Lucifer must have forgotten one thing when they thought about taking their gift from you. Maybe your mind didn't remember how to do it, but your body did. Accustomed to all the tricks it could do, it learned it, and despite taking the gift, you were still able to sew some wonderful clothes you were known for in your lifetime. So you did what you could do best. You sewed. Surprisingly, sewing for demons was almost the same as sewing for humans. First you sewed for ordinary demons, then for those of higher rank, until finally you were noticed again by them.

"Hello, Y/N." they spoke behind you, their presence unmistakable with any other. You smiled under your breath without turning to face them and still bending over the unfolded red material you were just cutting.

"Greetings, Your Majesty." you replied.

"Why so formal?" They asked, being right behind you and bending down to brush their lips against your ear. You needed all your strength not to turn to them. You would know that you would be defeated by them in this little game.

"Maybe I know you love it when I call you that?" you muttered smiling lazily and with a quick movement cutting the material to the end. It was accompanied by the familiar hiss of tearing seams that was like beautiful music to you.

"Mm... I see. " You felt them brushing your hair back from your neck and kissing you gently, making you feel pleasant chills at the gesture. "Is there any reason why you are doing this?" they whispered into your skin. Slowly sliding their hands over your body.

"I just like seeing that smirk on your lips when I call you that." you responded by allowing yourself to look at them. And you actually did see that smirk on their lips. It made you feel warm inside.

"Clever tailor." they muttered teasingly, allowing themselves to comfortably rest their chin on your shoulder. They did it often, and even more often left red marks on it, which told others very well that you belonged only to the Ruler of Darkness. When they left you in Hell, they thought you couldn't handle it. That you would end up like many like you, that you would only be good with their gift, and talent would be nothing. They forgot about you, thinking you must have become a slave, or worse. They were surprised some time later, when they saw you dressed in shiny new clothes, accompanied by one of the higher demons, during one of the meetings. This demon also seemed to dress much better, which made Lucifer put together the facts. You were still a tailor and you worked for him. And despite taking the gift, you still did well.

They may have underestimated you, but they were not going to give you hope that you are just as good without their's help. They were going to find out for themselves. They wanted you to start sewing for them, and they would be ready to do anything to prove to you that you cannot do it without their help.

But they failed. Or maybe they started to feel more anxious about it when their mask began to fade strangely with you. You started to interest them more and more, and they liked your creations and your presence around them, much to their own dissatisfaction. They didn't control it and at some point they just stopped.

"I know, without it, I would have finished badly a long time ago and there would be no one to sew for you." you snorted with amusement, then began marking points on the material for the next cut.

"Very tragic." Lucifer rolled their eyes at your answer. "Well, I'd find someone else to replace you." they added and watched with quiet satisfaction as you react to their words.

"Do you?" you asked raising your eyebrows. Why were you surprised? The answer was obvious, you weren't the only ones eager for this place. Hell has had a surprisingly large number of interesting talent holders. But for you, they were just competition.

"Probably. But I don't think anyone can replace you in this." they said, then bent to press their lips against yours. You deepened the kiss with a smug groan that made their fingers dig into your hips. You knew that with Lucifer it was difficult to control your emotions, so in order not to end your work prematurely, you broke the kiss.

"Why so nice?"you asked, panting slightly against their reddened lips. Yours probably looked like that too, and you were sure that your lipstick was smudged.

"I just like seeing that blush on your cheeks." they replied, and you felt the warmth on your cheeks as if on cue. "Here it is, my sweet one." They ran a finger down your flushed skin. You could stare into their beautiful eyes for years, for eternity, but the love for your work turned out to be stronger this time.

"All right, Lord Tenderness." you quickly disentangled yourself from their grip to circle the large table and find yourself on the safer side so you wouldn't get dragged back into their next frolics. "I still have a job to do. This robe does not sew by itself." when you said it, you pointed to a red robe spread over a mannequin. Maybe it didn't look good yet, but you already saw in your head how good Lucifer looked in this.

"So dedicated to her art, Y/N." they purred, shaking their heads with a smile. Before you knew it, they were in front of you, pinning you to the table. "When you're done, I think you might need a little rest. And I'll take care of you myself."they whispered in your ear, their wings moved slightly as you kind of innocently ran your hand over them.

"Yes, yes." you nodded, still gently stroking their wings and seeing the reaction it had on them. You knew that was their weak point. "But only when I'm finished." This time it was you who whispered to them and then managed to pull away from them. They have taught you so many tricks that you have turned against them many times. How ironic. "You started by making a pact with me, now let me use my skills and pay you back a little." you added, grabbing the scissors and a set of threads, which unfortunately did not warm your skin like in your lifetime, but the mere feeling of having them in your hands was enough. Holding Ruler of Hell in your arms was so much nicer, so you were able to get over this loss... somehow.

Lucifer didn't speak any more, just smiled and let you help them take off their clothes. Then put them in a red robe and let you work with your art.

Despite everything. You became the devil's tailor. And you loved every part of it.

[shadowfreyy]

[rippersz]

𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖋𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 (𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖒𝖆𝖓) 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

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The Devil’s Maid

Sweet Lamb, With Your Tender Hide

holy

Master

Eight Different Beasts

[levionok]

Neil-verse goes brrrr

[zilmart]

"I am hope"

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[na-shoba]

Obsessing over her voice.

@bri-sonat, this one's for you

Masterlist

[littledollll]

Wishful thinking

Lucifer Morningstar x reader

A/n: this started as a smut and then I realized I kinda didn’t wanna write that. So have some light angst?

This is the last all written fic I have so y’all might have to wait extra long for the next one😭 I hope you enjoy tho!

Warnings: not much, a little angst, nudity (barely).

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As one of the many servants of Lucifer Morningstar, you have many jobs. They vary from day to day, unless of course Lucifer were to hand pick you for certain works. Which is precisely what started to happen.

You’d have to be stupid not to notice that Lucifer had chosen to have you around them at any and all times. Taking away the petty jobs another simple maid could handle and taking you as their personal assistant with any and all needs.

Lucifer was not a difficult person to work for, surprisingly enough. They were charming and cunning. Everything you did was somehow amusing to them, because you suppose that in their eyes you’re just an assistant, a little maid. There was a condescending air about them. But not because they think they are superior, simply because they are. And naturally that power radiates from their being.

“I have a request for you, my dear.” At your quick nod in confirmation and willingness, Lucifer continued. “I’m feeling particularly tense tonight, and was hoping you’d be willing to accompany me for the night.”

When Lucifer’s request reached your mind, your thought response was to be overly formal. You had a choice, yes. But this was for your lord, your master. It was rare to reject a request from them. You agreed, not out of duty, maybe out of curiosity. You didn’t quite understand what was so intimate about it that they specifically needed you for it.

Without even needing to voice it, Lucifer answered your question. “I will admit something, a little more vulnerable perhaps. But I’ve been itching for a bit of company. I think you’re well suited to provide just that.” Not a moment of a pause before, “And you’re a pretty little thing. I do enjoy having something nice to look at.”

There was really no arguing with that logic. It did feel flattering that Lucifer found you to be pretty.. you can’t deny the slight fluttering in your stomach at the thought of that. It felt like quite the compliment. “So would you indulge me this once, stay after your duties?”

You nodded at their words when you noticed you had been far too lost in your own thoughts, making Lucifer give you an amused smile. “I will do my absolute best, my lord.”

“…I wouldn’t mind it if you just called me Lucifer, for today.” Their voice was so soft. But not in the familiar way. Lucifer was almost always soft spoken after all. But there was something tender about their voice.

“Alright then.. Lucifer.” It felt odd in every way possible. But the smile that grazed their lips at it almost made it worth it. Surely you were damn good at your job if you managed to crack a genuine smile out of them. “What would you like us to do, then?”

There’s about a million things that come to mind when at the thought of keeping them company, so what did Lucifer mean by it? What did they want from you?

They looked at you, seeming unsure aswell. For the first time ever, you saw the lord of hell shrug their shoulders. Which doesn’t seem like a big deal but is such an oddly laid back, casual action from them, it made you hide a giggle with a smile, and Lucifer chuckled in response.

“Why are you the amused one now? I’m not sure I enjoy being on the receiving end of such a look.” “Ah, I think it’s good you learn how it feels then. Because, in case you were unaware that’s practically how you look at everyone. So very condescending.”

Lucifer looked as if they were analyzing for a second, making them look horribly serious compared to before and you were afraid you crossed a line. That is, until they spoke again. “Is that so? I suppose it’s part of my nature.”

“You did it again!” “You didn’t answer my question.” Oh, right. “It’s nothing- It just feels a little odd to see you being so casual..? I guess that’s the word for it.” Your words came out a bit mumbled as you moved around the room and actually did your job. They specified that it was after you completed your work, after all. So no slacking would be welcome.

“Is it jarring? To actually see me as just another person and not your lord, for once?” The genuine curiosity of their question caught your attention.

“I wouldn’t say I separate you as my lord and you as a being. But there’s something more laid back about you when you’re not actively trying to be the lord of hell… it feels like there’s a difference between Lucifer and the lord Morningstar.”

They merely hummed at your words. Keeping quiet for a moment. You felt theirs eyes on your every step but thought nothing of it.

“I feel as if there’s a difference too. You dropping the titles and professionalism makes you more… care free, maybe?” It made sense. You didn’t feel like you or your work were being reviewed, even if you were watched. “Maybe.”

As you walked towards them, Lucifer immediately stood. And the more personal part of your routine began. Lucifer would be stripped of their clothes with the utmost care as you assisted them with their wings, it was always the most complicated part.

Their signature and stunning red silk robe hung from the door of their luxurious bathroom. As you walked past it, Lucifer got into the already prepared and perfect bath.

They knew it was your job, but something about how you perfected every little detail for them made them think maybe you put in the extra effort for them.. on a more intimate level. But that was wishful thinking. And the lord of hell doesn’t have time for wishes.

The bath was sacred. A ritual of peace for them alone. So you shut the doors as you made your way out and finished the preparations throughout the rest of the bedroom.

The sheets were changed every night right before they slept, ensuring they’d be warm and fresh. Nothing but perfection for them. The pillows were fluffed, and everything was tidied into place and reviewed only by you. Lucifer trusted no other to do this.

You knew everything. You knew their room like you would your childhood home, their skin like the back of your hand, their habits and likes as if they were your own. Maybe that’s where their appreciation for you began. And then turned into something more. Something almost human. Was it weird to say they desired you? Not in the way they have desired any other. Not in any of the many sinful ways they can envision and you’d expect.

They desired a domestic life, with someone who knew them as well as you. Someone who tried as hard as you. Some who cared as much as you. You. Their darkest secrets include you at every corner. Not in this foolish servant and master relationship. Not as a superior and worker. But as equals. They wished for a life where they could offer you everything you do them and more.

But again, that’s just wishful thinking, and the devil doesn’t have time for wishes.

[just-your-casual-nerd]

Master List Part 2

Note: I did not write any of these fics, I just enjoy reading them, and had a shit load of them saved. So, I figured I would put all of the ones I liked on a master list, figuring that its an easy way to keep track of them, and maybe you guys would like them as well. Have a Great Day fellow Nerds! 😁👋

2nd Note: If Someone wants me to take their fic or another fic off, let me know and it will be done. I don't want to offend anyone or make them upset. 

Larrisa Weems: 

Punishment By:suckerforcate

Pomegranate Lips pt.2 By: cissyenthusiast010155

Valentines chaos By: littledollll

You Want Some Cheese On That? By: spoilmesweetieforficssake

Love Notes (Ch. 4) By: queerfanfiction 

Darling By: v3nusxsky

Dirty Dancer By: spicy-picklez 

Winter Getaway By: mandy-asimp

Only Pretending #3 By: Tanith-rhea

A Perfect Fit (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

Sleeping Beauty By: spicy-picklez 

Beg By: suckerforcate 

Professor Weems By: suckerforcate

A Love Like Yours By: cherrysweetdevine

The Neighbor Lady Ch. 3 By: daydream-cement 

Love Notes (Ch. 3) By: weemsgay

Dreams, You Say pt. 2 By: cissyenthusiast010155

You make me feel safe (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz 

Compatible (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz 

Worthy of my love By: moodreaderlesbian 

Her powerful hands By: cherryapplejuice 

Sleepy head By: cherryapplejuice

Drabble By: widowromanova 

Sweet Corruption By: cissyenthusiast010155

Temptations Tongue By: marvelnatswhore 

Hands By: cherrysweetdevine 

Use Me By: cissyenthusiast010155

Tame the beast By: cherrysweetdevine

Work Distraction By: plaguedoctorino 

Show Me By: ja-reau 

Larissa Weems X Fem Reader By: freakish-ghoul 

Corruption pt. 1 By: cursedbambii

Larissa Weems X Reader Headcanon By: poorwritingstaleoffee

Holding Back From You By: thevillianclub

Snow White Hands By: mithril 

One Bed By: suckerforcate 

The Teacher’s Assistant Part 1 By: thats-my-peach

Take a bite. By: cherrysweetdevine 

Favor for Favor By: plaguedoctorino

Challenge (Part 2) By: widowromanova 

Screw Your roommate, ill show you a good time By: tanith-rhea

From across the room By: widowromanova

Trying Something New In The Bedroom Chap. 3 By: regalbootie

In The Shadows By: thevillainclub 

Magic Kisses By: illegal-heartbreaker 

Ablaze By: thevillainclub

Mine By: bagdaddyb

See Me After Class (NSFW) By: wasjustred

Under The Mistletoe By: plaguedoctorino

A Lesson In Trust By: wasjustred

Relationship Headcannons By: realsapphicwife 

Its Obvious By: illegal-heartbreaker

Comfort Person (SFW) By: wh0re4women

To People Watch One Person: Part 4. By: rippersz

Words Hurt By: v3nusxsky

Here to help By: littledollll

Comfort me to sleep By: v3nusxsky

Guardian Angel By: queerfanfiction

I need you-fluff By:  v3nusxsky

Hot Coco Kisses By: bunniebubbleswrites

Larissa Weems Headcanons By: ladylarissaweems

You’re Not Alone By: Just-your-casual-nerd

What You'll Never Have By: duke-of-poosay

Dinner Mix-Up By: daydream-cement 

All These Years Later By: cherrysweetdevine 

Don't Go Breaking My Heart By: spoilmesweetueforficssake

You’re Rightful Place| NSFW By:  v3nusxsky

Winter Getaway By: mandy-asimp

Dominate Me By: weemssapphic

Stood Up (NSFW) By: milfsloverblog

Her Little Minx By: paulsonwifey

Come Over Tonight (One of my personal Favs) By: moodreaderlesbian 

Heaven’s gate By: fadingdaggerr

Only Pretending #7 (I LOVE this series, so good) By: Tanith-rhea 

Beautiful One By: littledollll

Hidden Meanings (NSFW) By: v3nusxsky

Cara Mia.... (One of my favs) By: kingpreciouswrld

Cara Mia 1.5? By: kingpreciouswrld

Miranda:

Movie Night (NSFW) By: daydream-cement

Sweet Confession By: Billiedeansbitch

After the movies By: pro-weems-places 

Sex and Pancakes (NSFW) By: daydream-cement 

Lucifer: 

Our forever By: littledollll

[tanith-rhea]

Could I request Lucifer x champion reader?

Can be sfw or nsfw👀, little bit of hurt/comfort, missunderstandings, them being reunited and maybe love confessions?

Much like Lucifer R used to an angel, knowing Lucifer back then aswell, R being considered a Golden child but also a trouble maker because they craved freedom, R remained and mourned when Lucifer fell but was prevented from following after them by their parents, R becoming kinda like a replacement for Samael in heaven since they were both the best and favorites despite their trouble making nature. Eventually R rebels against heaven and chose to leave and revisit their “best friend” you can chose how it continues and ends.

Your Feelings True

Oookay so that was a bit of a rollercoaster. I loved your request and as soon as I read it I had two different plots in my mind. Since I liked both so much, I thought why not do both! So we have the same premise but with two endings: one Happy with a hint of corruption and one Angsty with cruel Lucifer and sad feels. I hope you enjoy it! Also, it is sfw, but I liked the happy ending very much and will probably do a small continuation for it especially because I want LUCIFER SMUT. Sorry, Gwen's Lucifer just does things to me...

Anyway... enjoy!

You remembered what had brought you there, in front of the Ruler of Hell. How could you forget? Their beautiful face could never fade from your memories, no matter how many millennia passed. Their laughter whenever you toyed with your siblings’ creations, how delighted they looked when the others discovered your shenanigans. You could never get rid of the feeling they blossomed in your celestial, immaterial and hypothetical heart. Angels were made of something else, not flesh and bones, certainly not organs, but your chest still hurt as if something inside it clenched every time you thought of your best friend; the one who got away.

“Anael?” their voice was still soft, but more calculative than when last you spoke, “I thought my demons had it wrong when they claimed seeing an angel fall to our doorstep.”

You had rebelled. The Silver City didn’t have anything for you anymore. Since you were forced to battle on opposing sides with the monarch in front of you, Heaven lost its appeal, it also lost its righteousness to you. How could it be right to fight the ones you loved? Forget ineffability, it simply made no sense.

“I came for you, Samael-”

Their laughter interrupted you. You could not fail to notice the stark difference from the ones you were used to hear when you were young, just two mischievous archangels fooling around in creation, crafting the most breathtaking stars and cosmical explosions to fill the universe with beauty.

“I haven’t been called that for a long time,” if you didn’t know them your entire existence, maybe you wouldn’t have noticed the sliver of disappointment behind their practised cordial façade, but you did.

“Would you prefer I called you Lightbringer? Morning Star?” you smiled tenderly at them “Lucifer?”

Nothing changed much on their face. It saddened you that the being you loved, once full of mirth, seemed now a sealed vault, keeping everything away from view. You could not look at them without sorrow.

“Lucifer, I came here for you. I rebelled against our creator like I should have done all these years ago, to be with you,” you reach for their hand, and they let you take it.

“I seem to remember you cowering and betraying me,” they caress your hand in theirs, smiling faintly to themselves, for which reason you could not tell “You knew I would be cast here, didn’t you?”

“I overheard God and Gabriel talking of your rebellion. God certainly knew I was aware of your fate but didn’t seek me to explain. I knew you would be cast to the farthest place from Heaven, but I didn’t know of the existence of Hell, I only thought we would be so far away that no light would ever kiss our skin again, and I could not let you do that to yourself.”

Their grasp on your hand loosened, and they brought both their hands to your face, caressing your cheeks free of the few tears staining them. They were so gentle, their face so compassionate that you were overcome by your feelings, covering their hands with yours and looking deep into their eyes.

“I love you, Lucifer. I could not live a second more away from your presence. The Silver City in all its glory pales in comparison to my feelings for you.”

At that moment, Lucifer closed the space between your faces, coming down to meet you in the middle. They kissed you feverously, ferociously, as if their life depended on it, and you responded with just as much. You felt their fingers holding your head strongly, if you were a different being you might have felt searing pain from the sheer force they held you with, the desperation in them almost too much, too overwhelming.

Suddenly you screamed, parting from them in a panicked thrashing. Your wings were burning.

Happy Ending

Immediately, Lucifer held up their hands, deep sorrow and resentment twisting their face. They stepped close to you while you screamed and thrashed like a wounded animal, eyes wide with no understanding of what was happening and why your feathers had simply combusted.

“Shh, calm down, my love,” they walked carefully in your direction “It will end soon, I’m afraid I can’t make it stop but let me help you with the pain.”

The fire was slowly subsiding, in their place blackened leathery wings like a bat’s were becoming visible. The smell of burnt flesh was not uncommon in Hell, but somehow you could tell the smell of your own body from the others.

You fell to the ground, all strength was gone from you, and Lucifer encircled you with their wings, pulling you to their lap in a protective bubble. Their touch was oddly calming and you felt yourself give in to their soft words.

“I must admit I thought you would have burned in your fall. Perhaps Heaven is a bit more vindictive than we give it credit for.”

You could not believe they would do this to you. You saw it happening to Lucifer, but somehow you thought it would be different now, you thought your wings would remain dove-white and gentle. It appeared you were wrong.

“Come, I’ll take care of you,” they lifted you in their arms, taking you to what you could assume was their chambers “I will make you the strongest ruler to ever exist. No real shall be unaware of your power, fierceness, and wisdom. You will rule by my side, and we will bring those bastards to dust.”

As they whispered in your years, you felt a slow smile twisting your lips. Maybe it was the fall, maybe you resented The Presence since the first rebellion, but the thought of burning it all to the ground sent you into a satisfied sleep, in your dreams, you saw Hell the only remaining realm in the universe.

Angsty Ending

“Do you think I believe for a second that you chose to come to me? To abdicate the cold comfort of the Silver City for your supposed ‘affection’ for me?” their voice was cold and cruel, their smile just as kind and comforting as before. You could not understand how such bitterness could be hidden by so perfect of a mask.

When your guard were down, Lucifer manipulated the flames in the throne room to burn you, making your wings as black as theirs.

“Bitterness has consumed everything good in you, Samael, you’re a shadow of who you were, you’re not free, you are a slave to your resentment!” you shouted, infuriated. The rage building in your body enough to power a hundred smites. However, you had just fallen, your wings were just burned, and even with the power for a very decent battle against Lucifer, you lacked the strength to wield it.

“Mazikeen, please escort our guest to their cell. Make sure it’s the right one, where they’ll be able to contemplate what a foolish choice it was to betray me,” they said, gesturing with their hand to summon the archdemon.

You didn’t have a way of escape, Lucifer would make sure you were securely held in their claws, so you simply accompanied the creature to your new abode, a windowless cell of hot obsidian. It was just your luck you discovered that now you could burn.

After hours of introspection, sitting in your hellishly warm and uncomfortable cell, you realize why Samael were entitled “Prince of Lies”. Because in the throne room, when you looked into their eyes, you could swear on your life and the life of all living beings that they loved you just as much as you did them. It appeared you were wrong.

[why-what-no]

Lucifer’s Lover Getting Hurt Would Include

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Warnings: Mentions Of Violence

Notes: I hate it when my own fics make me more obsessed with characters lol

Requested by: @oswinthestrange

As is obvious, Lucifer is a very possessive lover.

If you get hurt, they’ll immediately get involved. Anything happening to you will be treated like it’s also happening to them

If you’re a human, or a less powerful supernatural being, their behaviour is twice as protective.

So your health and safety matters to them.

When it’s a less worrisome injury. Like tripping and bruising yourself, or any other clumsy and accidental self inflicted injuries, they’ll take it less seriously.

Less seriously is still serious, however. They won’t make you do anything until you’re healed

If anyone other than Lucifer goes near you when you’re hurt, you can be sure they will be punished

So keeping in mind that this is how they act when you have a small injury, imagine how they would act if you had a more serious injury…

Lucifer will immediately find who hurt you, punishing them harshly and without end

Any pain cause to the Devil’s lover is a disrespect shown to the Devil. And disrespect isn’t tolerated.

Only Lucifer and their most trusted servants would be allowed around you, you’d be in Lucifer’s presence nearly all the time while you healed

They would never admit it, but you could tell that they were terrified of loosing you. Of loosing the best thing they’ve ever had.

That’s why they’re so protective, and why you tolerate that possessiveness.

Because you know that it comes from their terror of something happening to you.

Taglist: @dark-academia-slut @stygianoir @keengardenprincess @oswinthestrange

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The Los Angeles Times has chosen Sandman Vs Lucifer for Epic Battle of the Year for their Envy Awards 2023!