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Cody Fern, Judith Light, and Finn Wittrock at the Golden Globes

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My inner bisexuality doesn’t know what to do. But this is beautiful and I love this being.

This picture specifically is illegal

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She Walks over Me

↳ au.Michael accepts Cordelia’s offer and tries to build a new life for himself at Miss Robichaux’s. Thing is, you can’t stand him, and yes, it’s that simple.

pairing: michael langdon x witch!reader

rating: r (sub!michael, masturbation, mommy kink, praise kink, facesitting, hair-pulling, rough sex, michael has no boundaries, mead wasn’t close with michael, my thing for michael crying)

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a/n: i got so many messages about this that i can’t list them all lmao

“You don’t have to follow this path your father laid out for you.”

Michael refuses to look away, even as his shoulders begin to shake with a raw, all too familiar emotion.

“You can write your own destiny. You can still turn away.”

He’s unwilling to back down, even as his eyes become glazed with a new layer of tears, because he can’t - because the Antichrist can’t fail. He has been let down a multitude of times by his own family, and now, now he’s found his purpose, and it’s him whose letting down the person who gave it to him.

Not the mention his last ally, burnt at the stake while he was out meditating in the woods.

“There’s humanity in you,” Cordelia Goode - the true Supreme, his enemy - her unsought kindness swallows him whole, as big as the sea. “I see it, Michael.”

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Innocence Doesn’t Last PT.1

Summary; you’re friends with Michael around the time he starts living with Ms Mead. You feel protective of him, like an older sibling however he wishes you could see him as the man his father wants him to become.

“Michael, slow down! You’ll give yourself a stomach ache!” You giggled while watching the tall boy with golden blonde curls, crouched over his plate inhaling his French toast.

“Buh ifs so gud” He replied with his mouth full.

“He’s got one hell of an appetite” Ms Mead said appearing into the kitchen.

You smiled at the woman, looking over at Michael still eating, as if nothing else was around him other than his food.

You sat at Ms Mead’s table sipping your cup of coffee. Michael finished eating and looked up at you with his sweet smile. You returned the smile looking at him.

He’s so innocent, how could his family have treated him like they did. You thought.

You’d met at the supermarket. He was with Ms Mead and he bumped into you. Literally.

His trolley took you out as you both turned down an aisle and your groceries went flying. He profusely apologised and started to help you pick up your items. You laughed and told him it was fine, it was your fault for not paying attention.

Both of your hands went to pick up a can of peaches at the same time and your fingers brushed. Looking up at him, meeting his electrifying pale blue eyes, you blushed at his beauty before apologising for walking into him.

You both started talking and you found out you lived a few houses apart from each other’s. You knew of Ms Mead, you certainly didn’t know she had a son. You finished your shopping together and were walking back to your houses when he asked you if you’d like to hang out with him someday.

You agreed and ever since then, you’d become his closet friend. He confided in you, Ms Mead taught you about Satanism and Michael told you of his true heritage. You weren’t scared when he told you. But you did think if you could help him hang onto his humanity, maybe he’d realise that there are people out there who wouldn’t treat him as badly as his paternal family did. You wanted to keep him safe, and look after him always.

“Want to go and watch a film?” Michael asked you.

“Sure” you replied, getting up and following him to Ms Mead’s living room.

“I’ll see you kids later, I’m off to the supermarket” Ms Mead told you both.

You were sat watching horror films with Michael. He kept snorting every time the killer killed one of the hapless teenagers.

“They’re so stupid!” He retorted. “They could easily just torture the teens, THEN kill them” Michael said, more out loud than to you.

“Maybe the killer likes the thrill of the chase. Kind of like cat and mouse” you said.

Michael kept watching the film. About ten minutes later, you felt his arm behind your head as he stretched out.

Side eyeing his arm, you kept your face straight, staring at the tv.

His arm started to move closer to you, as if he was slyly trying to pull your body closer to him.

“Michael, what’cha doing?” you asked him.

“I felt like cuddling” he said simply. Like it was the most obvious question you’d ever asked him.

He likes cuddling up to you.

Normally his head was on your shoulder or on your lap as you ran your fingers through his silk soft blonde curls.

But lately, Michael started taking on a more confident approach. Like a boy who had a crush but wasn’t sure about making the first move so he’d see what he could try and get away with without trying to scare you off.

“You’re so cute” you chided.

“Why do you always say that” his said with a hump.

“Say what?” You asked him, confused as to his change of attitude

“You’re always calling me cute! Like I’m some kid you’re asked to babysit, and I’m not!” He replied huffily.

“Michael, I don’t think that. It’s just me and you are matured differently. You grew up so fast because your father wanted you too but mentally, you still come across as this innocent person who needs comfort, and reassurance and love” you told him, trying to soften the blow to his ego when in actual fact, you did see him as more of a child, regardless of his tall, handsome teenage appearance.

“But I’m not though” He whined. “I want you to see me as your equal” he said sadly. His beautiful pink lips protruding into a pout. Which to you, only made him look more adorable.

You couldn’t explain your attraction to Michael. Yes, he was very good looking. Who were you kidding, he was beautiful. But his mind, he was so innocent. And the last thing you wanted to do was hurt him or corrupt him. You felt almost responsible for him and you didn’t want to lose that connection you had with him.

“Michael, I…” you started saying

Michael stopped you from speaking, placing his fingers on your lips.

“Please don’t” he asked you. “I couldn’t take it hearing you don’t feel the same way about me as I do about you” his eyes full of sorrow.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, and willed the water gathering at your eyes to cease.

“I’m gonna go” you whispered quietly.

“No! Wait!” Michael protested. Jumping up trying to stop you from leaving. “Please stay” he begged.

“I’ve got studying to do Mike, and I need to feed my cat” you lied to him. “I promise I’ll come by and see you tomorrow” you told him. Still not looking at him directly. You wouldn’t be able to handle his heartbroken eyes looking at you.

“Okay, you promise?” He asked you, hopeful. He hadn’t gone 6 months without seeing you daily.

“I promise” you told him, reaching up to peck him on his cheek, you quickly opened the door and briskly walked out.

Pleased to get some fresh air. You let out a deep breathe. Your chest was constricting. Surely you didn’t feel more for Michael than you let on. Could you?

Thinking you just need some space to think, you plugged in your earphones and carried on the street to your house.

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loyal to you (part one). michael

(warnings: some spoilers, cussing, mental torture, abandonment, suicide, murder.)

I live to serve the supreme with mind, body, and soul. My bond guides me. My magic aids me. My purpose is simply to support the supreme, to keep them protected, to support them in all their endeavors...even if I don’t believe it is right. I love the supreme with my entire being... That was...until I died. 

 I was murdered, now I’m here stuck in here in my own personal hell. My powers are gone. I feel so helpless. Even more so with all this shit around me. It’s round the clock torture. My parents, my sisters, my dearest Cordelia. They keep..hurting me. 

 I stand alone in a dark room. Cordelia is sitting in a chair across from me with her back to the door. She wears the signature all black loose clothing. Her face painted with a wicked smirk. My stomach churns unpleasantly as her face molds and mutates into that of a monster. I shiver and crawl backward. I allow the tears to well up. I shake as the monster approaches me.. She..It.. appears in front of me in a fucking millisecond. It’s clawed hands strangle me by the neck. The tears fall at the pain.

 I know now not to fight back. When I arrived I did not. I once ripped at the mutilated fist. I would be thrown into the wall and tormented by the voice of my supreme. I screech feeling the claws pierce my jugular.

 “You failed us. You failed me. You kept breaking the rules. That witch hunter fucking burned you alive. You’re no knight of the supreme. You were never worthy. You’re just a weak little girl.” I cry as she face returns. I cry in pain as I bled out. She drops me and I put my hand to my wound. Strange part is I’m not sad anymore. I broke a while ago. 

 She scoffs and goes to leave.The door is opened and the brightest light fills the room. I shield my eyes. I hear a gasp and the sound of a different set of foot steps. There is a thud and the foot steps approach. I feel all the pain in my body stop. I hesitate, but I take my hand away, placing it to my neck. I look at the feet in front of me. They are like nothing I have seen since I died. I slowly look up to freshly pressed pants, sweater vest and blazer, dress shirt and ribbon bow tie. I look up further to the exceptionally styled blonde locks and the lightest blue eyes, “W-who are you?,” I whisper.

 “I am Michael Langdon, and I’m here to save you.”

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I gotta find out how to do a master list but there will be more to this series soon. (Re-watched season eight for probably the tenth time.)

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sisters mask. lucifer

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“Sis, what is that on your face?”

 “It’s a moisturizing mask that Maze recommended.”

“Are you telling me that other women in my life put cum like goop on their face every night?!”

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jealousy and desire. lucifer

(warning: language, sexual intentions, and jealousy.)

I hate my own writing so I hope you guys do . Enjoy!

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 I am not one to come as soon as the lord of darkness himself calls, and yet I came. Lucifer is throwing yet another extravagant party. I did not follow him out of hell just to become his little dog, wagging my tail at any sign of affection. I mean hell, I am the temptress of fucking hell. He may be a fallen angel, he may think he has the power. He is so wrong, because tonight I will not be ignored.

 (Lucifer)

 The night got kicked off spectacularly. After getting my drinks from Maze, I bus them over to my three favorite Brittney’s. The three drunken women pushing up against me to the music. It’s far to early to end the party for these three and besides my favorite dancer has yet to arrive. I was proven wrong when I notice Maze’s wicked smirk.from the corner of my eye. 

 Coming down the stair case, commanding attention is my ferocious protector, Y/n, in a skin tight red silk dress and black stilettos. She’s beautiful. 

 Her aura is a thousand times more powerful than it ever was in hell. Humans flock to her seductive stare about as much as me. I never know whether to be proud or infuriated, dear little temptress of mine.

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 I notice Lucifer staring as I descend  to the bar. Maze looked me in the eye with a smirk. I roll my eyes and snag the glass of whiskey from her hand. I take a sip and turn toward the crowd of humans. A couple familiar men come up to me. One tall and ginger, and the other of a similar height and brunette. They are both incredibility average and pose no challenge. Instead of voicing these opinions, I smile sweetly and brush their shoulders as I pass. I turn back and offer the pathetic men a wink. 

 I down the drink and mingle while downing more of the brown liquid. I look over and see Lucifer. He’s engaged in conversation with some bubble breasted bimbos. He still wants to ignore me huh? Well, no more. I step up onto on of the pole stages and sway to the music. My eyes close as I let my true nature shine. The music inspires me to move in a way the men seem to find erotic, but something the other two supernatural beings in this room know is that my charm is passion. I grab the pole and sway against it. I twirl and catch my heel on the pole as leverage to pull myself up. Letting my body express things is what I’m good at. I don’t need to open my eyes to sense all the pheromones off these animals. I continue despite this feeling anger from him. His special brand of anger, that wreaks of jealousy.

(Lucifer)

 I was spending my time making rounds when a group suddenly crowded around one of the poled stages. I feel her over there. Her presence. She’s exposing what should be kept private. She is a demon of seduction, but this is intimate, it’s vulnerable. this should be saved for somewhere private. I part my way into the crowd. I watch only for a moment before my eye returns to the audience. specifically the ones to the front. A pair of human men are ogling her. Getting erections from her. 

 Am I the only one that understand this self expression from her should be seen as something other than sexual. I’m not mad that they are reacting this way. I am furious. 

(You)

  I feel Luci approaching as the song nears its end.I slip down the pole slowly. kneeling as the song meets its end and he reaches me. I take a breath before opening my eyes. He looks me in the  eye, but not with anger. He meets my eye with question. 

  I smile genuinely. I have his attention now. I reach out and caress his cheek. His eyes return a bit of anger. He reaches out and grips my chin pulling me into a sweet kiss. I pull away and he picks me up bridal style. While the crowd cheers at another success for the club owner, Luci carries me up to his apartment and tosses me a bit unceremoniously onto the bed. 

 “That was some mating dance,” He growled, “Is it a human?”

 “You are such an idiot, Luce, Why will you never give me what I want?,” I ask in a soft beg.

 He looks at me as if I’m crazy, “The only time you have ever begged was when you made me swear to not abandon you and Maze.” 

 “Please, Luce. I know what I desire,” I say, His expression is twinged with surprise. 

 “And what might the temptress desire more than anything in this world?,” A tear spills down my cheek and Lucifer wipes it away quickly. 

 “I..d-desire you, and not for sex. I want to mate soo badly. I thought I lost all chances when I left hell with you, but it somehow made things worse. I had to watch a man I care deeply for fuck other women for the thrill. I just want your attention. I need more than the servant master relationship. I’m so lonely here,” I cry.  He freezes. I shake my head. 

 “I’m sorry. I..um. should g-” “you showed those pathetic humans you’re most vulnerable state and just to gain my attention?” I nod.

 “I’m pathetic.” 

 “No, you are not pathetic. You are Y/n, the stunning demon seductress. The best artist I know and a bloody spectacular dancer...Hey, Lets make a deal.. If I become your mate you will have to save the dances,.. the intimacy. You only show that for me.”

 “ That’s how it’s always been.” He smirks. 

 “I’m the only one the dear succubus opens up for.”

 “Well, actually. I did for Maze once.” I taunt gaining some strength for humor..  He smirks with those warm brown eyes. 

 “Oh, I’m sure, so is it a deal.” I offer my hand. “You’re serious.”

  “As ever, I don’t want to see anyone look at you like those boys did.” I sit up. 

  “Jealous of some silly humans.” I mock offering my hand.

  “Hell no, Just taking what’s mine,” Luci says, putting his knee on the bed. I smile through the tears. He leans in blessing my lips with a comforting kiss. I reach out enveloping him in my arms. 

 “You don’t need another mating dance for this to be official do ya? “ I joke, He kisses me again and strokes from my cheek to my breast, “It couldn’t hurt darling.”