#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘᴀɢɴᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ; ᴄᴀᴠɪᴀʀ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ— ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ! ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Lucifer 」

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"You have been jumping through quite an extensive set of hoops to avoid me, łīⱦⱦłē đᵾȼҟ, and I wish to know why." Cornering Lucifer in his own room in a wisp of shadow, Alastor's smile was as big and sharp as ever, but pulled just a bit too tight as he loomed over the smaller demon. Something wasn't right, things had been fine, even after they- Things had been fine, until all of a sudden Lucifer seemingly vanished from the halls of the hotel, Alastor unable to shake the feeling that somehow he had been the cause. How was he meant to get Lucifer's attention play with the little king's temper if there was no king to poke? //🦆🥚🦌 - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ʜᴇʟʟꜱ-ꜰᴠʀʏ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 This shouldn’t be possible… Granted, Lucifer doesn’t know EVERYTHING there is to know about these things. The workings of his own anatomy is an enigma to say the least, both him and Lilith flabbergasted at Charlie’s conception. But it still feels like this shouldn’t be occurring. Like he’s somehow committed a heinous sin against Alastor despite the deer being very involved in the act as well. If anything, Lucifer would argue it’s mainly Alastor’s fault for confronting him in the first place! Honestly, he may go so far as to say it’s solely Alastor’s— Okay, fine. That’s not true.

It’s still mostly Alastor’s fault though.

Pacing with his head down and mind swimming, the sharp click of hooves echo in the spacious room. Forging his usual attire in favor of pajamas— rubber-duck-patterned pants and a loose-fitting shirt with an image of one asleep —messy hair and frantic mutterings don’t help with his frazzled demeanor. This is insane… It’s utterly nonsensical! How could it even— Why would it—

Alastor hates him. No he doesn’t. Alastor hates him. If he did, then why is spawn preparing to enter the world? … Alastor is going to hate him, once he learns of this. Alright, that makes sense. Hands subconsciously resting over his stomach, Lucifer barely feels any different. Yet he KNOWS what is brewing. At first, he’d been confused but not suspicious. Husk offering him food— insisting he take it —had been strange, but nothing to obsess over. That nagging urge to find Alastor, the near-anxiety of not being in close-proximity to the deer… it was annoying, but Lucifer could still brush it off as an unfortunate effect of the— … shift in their relationship.

Lucifer always has been a bit on the clingy side ( ironically, it’s one of the strongest reasons he can have an unfortunate habit of distancing himself ) … and Alastor has been confusing as of late. It’s no wonder that after being— cared for by him, he wouldn't know how to act around the deer. That was the assumption until he found himself hurling into the toilet, a sudden and strong bout of morning sickness making him fall to his knees... and he NEVER gets sick. The only other time he ailed like this was when— Hence, the madman pacing as he tries to fight back the tightness in his chest.

Two days. He has TWO days... Technically one before he starts ❛ showing ❜ , and then the egg will be here. There will be no hiding it then. Especially not since nesting instincts will glue him to it, tasked with keeping it safe for WEEKS ( twenty-eight days, to be exact ) until it's ready to hatch. Practically bedridden, needing to warm and diligently turn the precious creature, lest things go... badly. And he REFUSES to let any harm befall his newest child... His and Alastor's chi—

❝ Oh fuck. ❞ He mutters, skidding to a halt as the subject of his panicked pondering materializes in front of him. As if summoned by being the SOURCE of Lucifer's problems, the deer now towers over him, sending a shiver up the ❛ little duck's ❜ spine thanks to that stupidly-enjoyable nickname. The same one that set this whole dance into motion. ❝ You— You want to know why? Oh. Okay. That's... That's um, that's— doable. Yep. I can definitely do that. ❞

Mouth rambling without his agreement, Lucifer internally reprimands himself for spending so much time fretting over how Alastor may react to the news, yet not figuring out how he was going to TELL him. Short of shoving an egg in his face and saying ❛ Guess what? ❜ . Barking out a nervous laugh, crimson hues flit around the room as he briefly considers teleporting out of there. But whatever few moments that would allow him still wouldn't be nearly enough to compose a plan... It still takes him a second to shake off the temptation.

❝ I, uh... Well. You see— I... have a— ... We have— ❞ Coughing into a closed fist, Lucifer then looks up at Alastor, takes a deep breath and ever-so-delicately... BLURTS out, ❝ I'm pregnant. ❞

❝ And it's yours. Just in case that wasn't clear. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

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It was only a matter of time before Adam decided to do this, despite not once having eaten out his exes or any of the girls he had one night stands with. But now, with his teeth carefully out of the way, as Lucifer instructed, he was eating out the devil and enjoying every damn second of it. Lucifer's folds like flower petals and his essence like sweet nectar that ran down his thighs, Adam did not once come up for air, all in an effort to find that sweet spot with his tongue. He'd keep going until Lucifer came over and over again, grasping onto his horns for dear afterlife. (For our main verse cuz lol) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @meansman 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 When Lucifer learned that Adam had never partook in THIS particular aspect of intimacy... he was surprised to say the least. It had been Lucifer's first foray into sins of the flesh. Idea coming to the ( now-fallen ) angel naturally as breathing. If breathing was an uncertain and unfamiliar— albeit excited —affair. With Luci's biased view of Adam's escapades, he had assumed the other was well-versed in ALL manners of enjoyment. Yet when the subject had eventually arisen, it had been up to Lucifer to guide the other man. His experience far outweighing Adam's, despite only having been with one other partner the entirety of his existence.

Honestly, Lucifer hadn't expected Adam to take a liking to it. After apparently going so long without enough curiosity to satiate, Luci doubted HIS depths would be the ones to change the first man's mind. Figuring he'd get a lick or two— maybe a few breaths of ❛ exploring ❜ before Adam grew impatient and bored —and then things would switch back to their usual pattern.

How wrong he was.

Trembling thighs on either side of Adam's head, essence drips down them ( as well as the first man's chin ) shimmering streaks on smooth skin. Tasting— for lack of a more accurate word —heavenly as it blesses the fellow fallen's tongue. Breathing is labored, broken by catches in his throat and soft pleas moans of his partner's name. Body already flush with desire, blush adorns his face and gingerly paints his form. Spread to faintly color pale shoulders and chest, sweat now dappled upon ivory and gold.

Hands had long-gone from running clawed fingers through messy brown hair to tightly gripping at Adam's horns as if in a failed effort to steady himself. Diminutive compared to the other man, it's no wonder even Adam's tongue manages to fill his tight folds. Slicking an entrance that hardly needed the help ( already embarrassingly drenched at the idea of Adam's mouth down there ) , relentless in its search for that coveted spot. Feeling as though the other hasn't left a nerve unexplored, a space unstimulated in his efforts... Lucifer's mewls only proving it.

And then—

Crying out when Adam brushes against a specific spot, thighs unwittingly press against the sides of the first man's head for that spasm of a moment; as if trying to keep him there. Lucifer tensing ( a fresh bout of nectar flowing ) as a jolt of RIGHT cascades down his spine. Clouding his vision with stars as he rides it out. It's been so long since he was pleasured in this way. ❝ Fffff... fuck. ❞ He hisses under his breath, as if trying to keep the crass outburst from slipping out. Lucifer isn't entirely sure why... Maybe so Adam can make it harder for him to refrain.

Attempting to catch his breath, he has a feeling he won't be given the chance. 「 ☆ 」

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TW: Body image issues, internalized fatphobia, f-slur at the end Adam stared at himself a good portion of time in front of the full length mirror. Not unusual for the egotistical man. He had to make sure he looked "just right" before he got on stage to perform his fans or even just going about his day. Ever since being casted down to Hell however, the ritual became much more complicated with issues that extended further with his physical changes and as he entered his "relationship" with Lucifer. In front of others, Adam would lie to their faces with all of the confidence and bravado he could muster, that he still looked "bad ass" even and especially with those acquired hellish qualities. He'd lie even further that he still got pussy with demon bitches lining up to get a taste of "the first man". Even if those "tastes" included either actually eating him or killing him. But that hasn't actually happened in awhile, especially once it was made clear that he associated himself with the King of Hell. On top of everything else, Hell's denizens, unlike Heaven's, had no scruples in reminding Adam what a fat guy he was. Something the man usually took on with pride and would mock the other person for being uncreative with the insults, if all they had to go by was just poking at his weight. It was easy to act like you didn't care when it was some rando sinner that you stubbornly decided was beneath you. It was less easy when it was just you in the mirror, replaying conversations from those you've recently come to care about. 'So this is what you've been doing since Eden? You've really let yourself go.' Looking at his profile, Adam lifted his stomach up, then let it fall in place, his eyeline followed it. Then he started pinching and proding at the rolls that overlapped. If Lucifer actually had an issue with Adam's weight, he would just say so right? Not lead the first man on and only act like he was attracted and interested. He may be an asshole, but he was a direct asshole. The Sin of Pride didn't beat around the bush just to spare the fallen angel's feelings. Adam would have been more insulted if he did. The First Man turned face forward, hands dropped the folds around his torso and went up to his face. The tips of his fingers pinched the areas of his neck and face that weren't framed already by his bone structure. His face shape was naturally round, heart shaped in fact, but it probably didn't help matters that he had the illusion of "baby fat" around it. Especially if he laid down. Closing his golden eyes, Adam let his face fall in everyway, frown deepened as he exhaled. "Fucking hell..." He tipped his forehead on the cold surface of the mirror. He exhaled through his nose. "I am a fat faggot." (Made it vague enough where it can be either our main verse or arranged) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @meansman 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Door cracking opening undetected— a perfect storm of Adam's attention being riveted on the mirror and Lucifer's movements slowed by the exhaustion of escaping a conversation that drawled on far longer than he'd prefer —it silently pushes open enough for the Sin to take notice of what Adam is doing. Abruptly halting, door is pulled back to offer more cover, giving the illusion of still being shut. Peering through the crack, by the time Lucifer decides Adam would NOT want him witnessing the scene, he has already been lingering too long...

Enough to where guilt now roots him in his spot, any chance of privacy denied thanks to gnawing worry. Biting his bottom lip, sharp teeth threaten to pierce skin the longer Adam's studying goes on. Regret grows with each poke and prod ( this is NOT something he was ever intended to see ) but so does his stubbornness, Lucifer determined not to leave until he's certain Adam is alright... Or until he's screamed at to leave. Either way, at least he can say he tried.

With the others muttered insult, Lucifer feels more confident he made the right decision. Awkwardly clearing his throat so as to not startle Adam, it's doubtful the gesture does much, considering he barely waits before appearing in the middle of the room in a bright blast of red smoke and light; Lucifer denied the option of subtlety even when NOT trying to show off. Discretion wasn't taken into consideration with his creation. Normally Lucifer doesn't mind it. Even if it was, he'd be adding flair to his actions regardless. But such an entrance doesn't exactly fit when the mood is so... somber.

Then again, it DOES fit with the awkward way he tries to interject himself into the scene. With a forced smile and a tilt of his head, he shakes a finger at the other in faux-scolding, ❝ Hey— careful, Adam. You shouldn't talk bad about my— uh, my... ❞ former-friend friend former-enemy lover fuckbuddy Adam Upbeat tone falters ( last word drawled out far too long ) as Lucifer struggles to figure out what he should refer to Adam as. Bailing on the playful route, he winces and presses his palms together, fingers aimed at Adam as he says, ❝ You seem upset. ❞

Not pleased with that line of dialogue either, Lucifer plows forward in the hope he'll find his footing along the way before Adam can try to throw him out. ❝ Did someone say something to you? Because if they did, just point me in their direction! ❞ With a weak chuckle, he flashes a grin and manifests himself beside the mirror with another ❛ poof ❜ . Leaning against its side, Lucifer dons his best can-totally-handle-this expression, looking up at the taller man with false confidence as he claims—

❝ And I'll smite them, noooooo problem~ ❞ 「 ☆ 」

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✧   「   @onlywrath   」   ✧  - Continued from ★  

「 ☆ 」 Lucifer suspects he is supposed to be doing something else right now. Nearly certain he came into his office for a REASON. But it's difficult to recall responsibilities when... distracted. Especially in the manner he is right now, prettily perched upon his partner's lap with no intention of leaving it anytime soon. How they got into this position is a blur of playfully brushed off affection and saucy statements, the King of Hell playing ❛ hard to get ❜ when his surprise guest entered the room. A ploy that lasted all of a few minutes before he ended up HERE.

Not that anyone is complaining.

Hands bound by rope— that he could easily break should the desire arise, Lucifer relishing in the pretend helplessness of the moment —fingers itch with the desire to grab onto the larger Sin, Lucifer forced to be patient for the change to dig his claws into the other man. Shuddering as his tight entrance is toyed with by the wonderfully-sadistic Sin, normally-chilled body is already overheating in a mimicry of the intense heat spearing his insides. Warm and wanting, rear clings to Satan with a shamelessness befitting the King of Hell... Ready to milk his cock dry.

❝ Fuck... ❞ He hisses at the sudden slap, body tensing at the jolt of pain as a bright mark is left upon pale cheeks. Sharp grin betrays how welcome the ROUGH treatment is, crimson hues aglow as the petite man hungrily gazes up at his large lover. ❛ Good boy ❜ , huh? Simple phrase entices a purr from deep within the Sin's chest, hips obediently raising— slowly... but surely —as he prepares to grant the others desire. Slick shaft noisily slides from his stretched hole, glistening as it meets the unforgiving air of Hell... before it's suddenly SLAMMED back inside Lucifer's welcoming depths instead.

With that thrust, Lucifer begins his ride.

Bouncing atop Satan's dick, thick length pushes DEEP into him again and again and again... Knot smacking his cheeks in a mimic of Satan's hand. Breathing heavily, heat bubbles from between his legs to spread across his entire body, painting his face a brilliant golden hue. ❝ Y-Yeah? They were, huh? ❞ He teases, forcing the words through the strained whimpers clawing at his throat. A true testament of will, Lucifer manages to ask with a bratty flutter of his lashes, ❝ Were my hips... made for riding dick in general... or— ... Were they made... for YOUR dick?~ ❞ 「 ☆ 」

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"Can't say I'm surprised it was my father that started the exterminations." The angel across from Lucifer scoffed in spite of himself. "But I am surprised that my old man is somehow still alive and not being tortured by you or your sinners." Seth's golden eyes, reminescent of Adam's, flashed dangerously as he stared at the King of Hell. Everything from his tone of voice, body language was saying the same thing: 'What's your angle?' "My father would never agree to join your merry band of misfits unless he had assurances. So- what did you promise him?" (Seth @ Luci) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @meansman 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 It's strange... How similar Seth is to his father. Lucifer doubts saying such would be met with anything but scorn, but that doesn't make him any less certain of it. Picking out mannerisms that remind him of Adam— from the judgmental scoff to the guarded way Seth carries himself —Lucifer has to fight to keep from involuntarily slipping deeper into his studying. ❝ Yeah... You and me both. ❞ He absentmindedly mutters, well aware of how lucky it was that Adam hadn't completely fallen prey to the denizens of Hell.

It'd be so easy to lose the thread of the conversation in favor of pondering about Adam and his child.

Wondering what sort of father the first man may have been. What relationship was cultivated with his son... Regardless of how strong or poor it may be, Seth clearly feels an obligation to Adam. Otherwise why would he be going through the trouble of conversing with the King of Hell on his behalf? Of course, Lucifer is aware he could be misreading intentions. That happens a lot. Perhaps Seth is merely concerned for his own purposes. Which would be quite human of him, Lucifer must admit.

Composed and cordial, wandering down this line of thinking helps protect him from the inherent awkwardness of the situation. Despite not feeling the slightest physical danger— no matter how sharp the others gaze —there's no denying the emotional minefield being navigated when in the presence of Adam's child. An importance in the situation that Lucifer suspects he's burdening himself with. Seth and Adam likely wouldn't understand the slew of emotions churning within his chest.

But parental instincts are difficult to shake. Especially when dealing with the offspring of someone he's intimately involved with. So one can't blame him for feeling a sense of responsibility for the angel before him. Were Seth any of the other high-and-mighty hypocrites found fluttering around ❛ paradise ❜ , he would not be received with nearly as much courtesy. Albeit, a distracted politeness, Lucifer managing to be jostled from his thoughts by the others question.

Startling with a tensing of his body and blink of hazed eyes, it's not difficult to tell Lucifer hadn't been entirely present during the interaction. Despite this, he manages to answer truthfully, smile a tad strained as he wonders whether the explanation will be accepted. Sincerity doesn't always get through to heavenly beings. ❝ Less of a ❛ promise ❜ and more of a... reassurance. ❞ Palms press together, the fallen angel painfully aware of how much more conviction Charlie would have when explaining. ❝ So long as Adam is at the hotel, he'll receive help in his quest to return to Heaven. We can't exactly promise it'll work... but so long as he's willing to try, so are we! Mainly my daughter Charlie. She's the actual heart and soul behind the project. ❞

With a swish of his hand, stardust manifests into a silhouette of Adam above his palm. Motioning at it with his free hand, Lucifer elaborates, ❝ He gets a safe place to stay along with a mentor to guide him down the path of betterment, until eventually— POW! ❞ With a snap of Lucifer's fingers, the silhouette sprouts a pair of large wings. The tiny Adam flies into the air like a rocket, disappearing in a shower of sparks that rain down on Lucifer and Seth. ❝ He's accepted back into their fickle flock~ ❞ 「 ☆ 」

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Arms and legs tangled in the sheets, Adam laid in the bed, large and naked frame curled around Lucifer. His dark hair mussed and messy, framed his golden, freckled face in which was accented with a soft, saitiated smile. Clearly unknown to him, Adam's dreamless, relaxed display showed how their last session made the first man at ease. One arm laid over the other's petite body, while the other folded to his person. (Something soft among everything else :3) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @meansman 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 After their last session, despite the exhausted satisfaction washing over the Sin in waves— as it always seems to do whenever he's entangled with Adam —Lucifer couldn't fall asleep. Easier as it may be to find slumber's embrace when with Adam, it's still not a constant. Curled against his lover partner Adam, engulfed by the others frame in a comforting blanket of warmth. One Lucifer aided, small form burning with an internal Hellfire set to soothe rather than singe.

Eyes shut and face buried into the first man's chest ( a content smile adorning goldenly-flushed features ) , he had surrendered to the peace of the moment while waiting for sleep to find him. Arms sandwiched between his person and Adam's, with blackened palms pressed against the other man. Each breath shifted the petite Sin, Lucifer's gentle grin growing with giddiness at every mundane reminder of Adam resting beside him. Not only beside— around him. Holding him in a way Lucifer had long missed before things took an unexpected turn between the two.

Adam's breathing slows long before Lucifer can drift off...

Eventually giving up, he opens his eyes and eases his head to look at Adam instead. Many insomniac nights were spent guarding observing Lilith and eventually Charlie as they rested. Enjoying the sight of peace upon his loved ones faces... A habit that remains strong as ever, Lucifer sometimes watching over Adam in the same manner. Letting himself breathe in the knowledge that ( for the moment ) the first man is safe. Adam looks so... happy. In a way that makes Lucifer's heart ache as much as it swells with pride joy.

Carefully, an arm shifts so he can gingerly run his fingers through that messy hair. Not wanting to disrupt the other, but unable to fight the urge. Besides, he seems to be soundly asleep. Brushing aside some strands from Adam's peaceful expression, they lightly trail down Adam's face to cup his cheek with a dainty hand. A whisper of a touch as Lucifer quietly breathes life to his feelings without thought... Overcome by the serenity of the moment and the perceived safety of Adam being asleep.

❝ I love you... ❞ 「 ☆ 」

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"So, you're Charlie's father. I must say that it's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Morningstar. She thinks the world of you, you know, so I was quite excited when she said you were visiting," Naven greeted the King of Hell once they got a moment alone. A pleasant smile beamed at Lucifer from above. He hadn't said much the first time the man visited, choosing to stand back and observe, so he wouldn't be surprised if he didn't remember him. "Charlie introduced me last time, but my name is Naven. I've been helping her with some interpersonal communication, public speaking and all that. She's already got so much charm; she just needs to know how to properly wield it." ( It might seem innocent, but I think we both know where this is going. ) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ɴɪꜰꜰᴛʏᴀɴᴅʟᴄᴠᴇʟʏ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Ever since agreeing to assist Charlie in her quest for redeeming Sinners ( doubtful as Lucifer may still be about its success ) , the King of Hell had attempted to take a more... active role in her life. Now that he's aware she actually WANTS him to. So many years had been spent wallowing in his failures, assuming she joined him in this harsh judgement. Granted, there's the bothersome voice in the forefront of his mind still chastises him for daring to insert himself into a place— an endeavor —that has NOTHING to do with him. He had his chance to impact the world and look how that turned out. If he'd stayed within the confines created for him, Hell wouldn't even be an issue... Heaven not smiting the former scum of the earth with their scorn.

Mental note, stop referring to sinners as ❛ scum ❜ , lest those internal thoughts tumble outward unintentionally... A near-eternity builds up some difficult habits to shake, but that doesn't mean Lucifer can't TRY. Even if he still feels... wary when it comes to the denizens of his ❛ Kingdom ❜ . Straightening his suit, shoving down a silent grimace at how accustomed he is to thinking of Hell as such with bitterness or shame, he offers a handshake to the strang— NOT stranger, okay... Not stranger, who felt manipulative friendly enough to greet him.

❝ O-Oh! Heh— it's a pleasure to meet you again, Naven... ❞ Emphasizing the word as if he hadn't completely forgotten the other man, handshake is a bit TOO firm in his nerves. Surprisingly-strong ( or perhaps not, considering who he is ) for someone of such a small stature, Lucifer uses his other hand to take off his hat and give a slight bow to overcompensate for potentially-perceived rudeness. Straightening his spine and placing his hat back on his head, both hands fix the brim as he continues, ❝ I can't tell you how grateful I am that you're helping my little girl. ❞

Completely grateful and not at all threatened by the prescence of a RESPONSIBLE male role model in her life because he is NOT going to be consumed by petty jealousy or insecurities... Besides, at least this guy shows the arguably proper respect, unlike a certain literal walking red-flag. Granted, that makes Lucifer trust him even less than Alastor. In an ironic, ❛ looks like nobody can win when it comes to the King ❜ , sort of way. But Lucifer does like him more... So, silver linings?

❝ She really is something special. Just needs a little bit of practice and I'm sure she'll be commanding legions of sinners ready to redeem themselves! Knowing how to properly talk to these people is so important... ❞ Unaware if his turn-of-phrase about ❛ these ❜ people is unintentionally-insulting, Lucifer sagely nods his head to emphasize his point. Eyes fluttering open to refocus on Naven, he then demonstrates his own wondrous communication skills by bluntly asking—

❝ ... Are your eyes always closed? ❞ 「 ☆ 」

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✧   「 @wraithful-muses 」   ✧  - Continued from ★

「 ☆ 」 Sparring with Satan is always a fun time. Useful too, when it comes to releasing pent-up frustrations. Despite arguably being the most powerful being in Hell, the larger male still puts up enough of a fight for Lucifer to lose himself in the fantasy. Offering enough push and pull for them both to work themselves up into a lather, breathing heavily and muscles screaming with the blessed intensity only offered when going against someone close to your caliber. Sure, it takes a while… but they have nothing but time down here.

It wasn’t until entering a relationship with Satan that Lucifer discovered an… alternative method of getting out those last bits of festering energy itching beneath his skin. So can he be blamed for deciding to cut the sparring match short— smirking like the sly snake he is when he’s ❛ caught ❜ by a large hand —and engage in a new sort of play?

As expected, Satan slips right into his role at the prompting… and right into Lucifer’s hole. Tiny frame engulfed by the larger Sin, roughly pinned to the ground— face down and ass up, as he’s been discovered to enjoy —Lucifer can barely move aside from the haphazard jostling of his body thanks to Satan’s eager pace. Moaning pathetically at the feeling, tight entrance constricts around the thick cock ramming inside him with a wet sound and the smacking of sweat-soaked skin against skin. Already panting from their earlier tussle, Lucifer fights for what little air makes it past his bruising throat, large hand pressing down on his neck with a skillful force that drives the Sin wild.

❝ S-Sure… Call me a— … a slut… as if you didn’t— … jump on the chance to…. to— hghgnn… fuck me…. ❞ Lucifer forces, bratty even through his haggard breathing. Not that HE has much room to boast either, thighs already glistening from drenched folds and ground speckled with the pre dripping from his dual dicks. Clearly Satan isn’t the only one shamelessly enjoying the turn of events. 「 ☆ 」

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"Is that one supposed to be me?" Adam approached one familiar looking duck with his likeness. With his current hairstyle, signature fashion style, and even that devil may care furrow of its brows. (Fallen, Arranged, whatever verse you want outside of Eden) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @meansman 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Lucifer hasn’t… liked one of his creations in a long time. Not with the the same gusto he used to back in Eden. Or even before the creation of the garden and its inhabitants, the angel overcome with love for what he impulsively brought into existence. No matter how much shame tainted the experience whenever he was discouraged by those who claimed to know better than him. A belief that wasn't... entirely unfounded ( bitter a taste as it may be ) ; yet Lucifer still stands by the belief THEY could have done more.

Not to curb his lofty dreams, but help them be better achieved.

Regardless, through the years of exile the Sin has been relentlessly creating. Over and over and over, in the desperate hope something— ANYTHING —would spark that level of elation within him. Stagnant even in his boundless creativity: canvas made of duck but paint ranging from ❛ breathing-fire ❜ to ❛ likeness of those he held dear ❜ . Aside from one of the most prominent, unable to bring himself to even attempt sculpting his former friend. Even in such a comforting, if bittersweet, form.

Until recently... Even now, he's not certain whether he's satisfied with the results. Swinging between pleasantly surprised and overly-critical. At Adam's question, there's only one answer he can give; the duck resembling the first man with painful blatancy. ❝ Well, that depends... Do you like it? ❞ He begins, a light forced laugh interlacing his words as he adds, ❝ Because the answer is ❛ yes ❜ either way, but how much I brag about it depends on whether you think it's good or not... ❞

A nudge of the other's side with his elbow helps complete the attempt at levity, Lucifer then grabbing the rubber duck from its perch atop a pile of less-important creations. Cupping it in his hands as if it were real, gesture is oddly-reminiscent of what Adam did when first discovering its fuzzy, yellow inspiration. When he had allowed Samael Lucifer the honor of naming the delicate creature. Carefully, the rubber duck is offered to Adam, in case he wishes to hold it.

❝ I'm still not sure if its any good. ❞ Gaze is fixated on the duck rather than Adam during the admission, voice shifting into something softer, ❝ But... it was long overdue. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

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Lucifer was always beautiful. Even back in Eden, when Adam didn't have the word to describe his friend, he always knew. Lucifer was undeniably frustratingly, stupidly pretty. Not to mention that the King seamlessly knew how to slide between the gender presentations from very high femme to boyishly masculine. Even when alabaster skin was bruised, cut and stained with golden blood; with teary eyes, blond hair mussed from their fun times, it only heightened the fallen angel's beauty, not detracted from it. Not normally a poetic type, Adam supposed it added to the tragic allure that was Lucifer's entire persona. The very same allure that seduced Adam to show mercy at the beginning of this whole thing. First fallen angel, casted out by Heaven, with the heavy burdens of failed humanity on his shoulders. A burden that Adam himself had blamed him for despite his own involvement for his own fall. Adam was still not ready to forgive himself Lucifer for everything that happened, but at the very least, he could shoulder some of the burden so the other could wallow less, look less like it hurt to smile. And maybe have himself be a source of comfort for the King and not a pain. So, with rough, calloused hands, the first man massaged the shorter man's back, adjusting pressure to see how much the Sin preferred, watching his reactions like a hawk. Lucifer could take on a lot. He was deceptively strong and resilient for such a diminutive looking man, but that didn't mean he had to take everything. "Is this okay?" Adam asked, voice hoarse from sleep. - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱᴍᴀɴ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Bleary eyes blink open, sleep reluctant to let go of the exhausted Sin. Weighing down lavender lids, urging him to retreat back into the tempting depths of unawareness. Lucifer struggles against its comforting embrace nonetheless, a muffled whine in the plush mattress as he shifts where he lay on his stomach. Having flipped over sometime during the night ( Lucifer distinctly recalls curling beside Adam before slipping into unconsciousness ) — he can be a fitful sleeper —he starts to lift himself up on his forearms, stalling before he can make any progress.

Tensing at large hands on his back, he freezes for as breath… before slowly sinking back into the bed. Arms fold so he can comfortably rest his chin on them, uncertain gaze fluttering shut with a slow exhale. Sore muscles welcome the careful yet calloused touch, even as Lucifer’s mind struggles to shed his surprise. No matter how many times he’s awoken next to Adam by now, Lucifer never expects the First Man to be there. A sobering, if dulled, disappointment creeping in whenever Adam isn’t. A wary and confused weight in his chest whenever Adam is.

Neither reaction feels great… which doesn’t seem fair. Or maybe that’s exactly what it is. Considering how he’s using Adam as a means of escapism penance connection delusion personal gain just as much as he’s certain Adam has been with him. Selfish as it may be on both their ends, there’s no denying the effectiveness. Lucifer’s aching body serving as a testament to how well they perform their chosen roles. His melting into Adam’s touch a reminder of how he never could restrain himself from wanting envisioning more, even when he should be satisfied… Pushing down the pesky pondering of a fool, Lucifer tries to focus on the now. Rather than the past or the what-could-be ( or more accurately, the what-never-will ) .

❝ Mm-hmm... ❞ Lucifer hums at Adam's question, a drawn-out sigh slipping past a dazed smile. Pleased trills bubble in his chest, a feathered tail beginning to gingerly wag. Adam's hands are rough... touched by life and labor that Lucifer has not experienced. Soft alabaster skin untarnished by anything but remnants of last night's pleasure, hardships most vividly marring him within. Exterior ❛ ruined ❜ in ways that only truly stand out to Lucifer or those who had known him as the beautiful angel he once was... Sometimes he wonders what Adam thinks of him now. Seeing him in his punishment, form twisted to better suit the demonic Hellscape he now Rules over.

Changes that may seem inconsequential to some, should they know of it... but are glaringly obvious to the fallen angel. An odd sensation that Adam can likely relate to, considering his own since being reborn in Hell. Truthfully, Lucifer doesn't mind the differences in his former friend's appearance. ❝ That feels... really good.... ❞ Body responds positively to added pressure, firmly working on the knots sending a shudder through the small man. Lightly laughing, shoulders shake as he jokes, ❝ Careful, keep it up and I won't want to get out of bed. ❞ He ALREADY didn't as soon as he woke up, but for far less pleasant reasons. 「 ☆ 」

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"You know...you don't have to try so hard with me." Adam smiled lightly in spite of himself and Lucifer. "I know you're an asshole and you know I'm an asshole. I know that Eden shit isn't past us. For me, I don't know if I'll ever forgive you or Lilith for what happened." A hand covered the other man's dark one. "But I can see that you're trying. And...that counts for something." (Them on their first date in the main verse.) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @meansman 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Being told he doesn't have to try so hard... Lucifer can't help but wonder if Adam is fully aware of what he's saying. Never, has the fallen angel been encouraged by others NOT strive to show— to be more than he is. Be it from Heaven ( Sera and Michael the most vocal when it came to his shortcomings ) , with stern disapproval and never-ending critiques. Or even from Lilith, albeit she was encouraging rather than chastizing. Invigorating... Until it too became a matter of Lucifer not living up to what he should. Not that he blames her for expecting wanting more.

After falling, he had notably failed her. Failed Charlie... He hadn't fought tried hard enough to be the man they deserved. If he HAD, then he wouldn't have sunken so deeply into his despair. Lucifer is certain of it. Unfortunately, there's no way to properly mend ALL of the past. But he is grateful for the chance he's been given with Charlie... and Adam. Rather than dwelling upon those who are gone.

Does Adam know that Lucifer does need to try? That he's ALWAYS needed to try... and yet failed, even when thinking he was giving his best. But more importantly, does he know how utterly terrifying the concept of ❛ not ❜ trying strangely is. Yet freeing. Or how even he's taken aback by the way his shoulders loosen, Lucifer releasing a quiet breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Lips upturn into a smile— small and tinged with bittersweet bemusement... but real.

As real as they are, for better or worse.

Somehow, in spite of it all, THIS is happening. Actually, finally genuinely, against-all-common-fucking-sense happening... Despite how messy it all still is. Might always be, considering who they are and all they've done to get here. Somehow, they've decided there's someone something worth pursuing. A bloom of happiness worth reaching toward, even if they had to navigate through painful thorns to get there. Still scratched and bleeding... but Adam's large hand is covering his daintier one—

—and Lucifer quite likes it.

Deciding to take Adam's word, Lucifer doesn't overthink his next action. Knowing that, were he still trying... he'd be repressing the urges overtaking him. Not wanting to come across as overbearing considering how NEW this is. Testing to see how true a statement it was, he lifts Adam's hand and presses a gentle kiss to its knuckles. Simply because he can. Before resting Adam's palm against his rosey cheek, closing his eyes for a breath. In... and out... Leaning into the touch— because he needs it. And hopes Adam won't mind providing it, while he prepares himself.

They've mentioned the past before. How could they not, when it loomed so heavily over? Shaping them into who they are now. But unlike what had become typical, this doesn't feel like an argument. It feels like a discussion. Even if Adam just admitted to not knowing if he could ever forgive. Frankly? Lucifer can understand. There are things he doesn't know if he could ever fully move past either. Whether he SHOULD or not. Some might think it strange, to be going on a date in these conditions. Lucifer prefers to... think of it as a feat of loyalty.

However overdue.

❝ Can I tell you something? ❞ He asks, gaze questioningly raising to meet Adam's. Figuring that if Adam can admit to things... so can he. 「 ☆ 」

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「 ☆ 」 ❝ Preening? ❞

Lucifer parrots in a tone that makes it VERY clear he hasn't partaken in the activity in... Honestly, he can't remember. The only thing he's certain of is that it's been far too long. The terrible state of his wings can attest to that, Lucifer practically feeling them itch with discomfort as it's brought to his attention, despite them being hidden away. Best they remain that way, even if it can be difficult to tell just how POOR a state they're in unless one was to get close.

Abruptly realizing that he's probably not doing a good job at hiding his depression, loneliness, and general self-loathing... he plasters on a frantic smile and barks out a laugh, ❝ I mean— Heheh... Yes? ❞ That sounded convincing. Enough to avoid any further questioning... Right? 「 ☆ 」

"You fucks actually preen your wings?" Depression and general self hatred doesn't let him do that.

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“There’s my boy!” He just runs over to him capturing his son in a bear hug. “I’m so happy to see you! It’s been too long! Oh what’s for dinner?” God @ lucifer - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @helluvaxhazbin 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Reaching the bottom of the hotel stairs, Lucifer hadn't been paying much— if any —attention to what was commencing in the lobby. A hand ran down the banister, he'd been absentmindedly studying the lack of dust on his fingers. Silently impressed by the work of the tiny maid, as well as reminded of how dismal his own dwelling had become with the passing years... Not that it matters, since he'll be spending less time in the depressing atmosphere, since he's attempting to reconnect with Charlie. So no need to clean up a mess he won't be seeing as much.

Out of sight and out of mind... One of the biggest lies ever told, but one Lucifer clings to in the desperation that eventually it'll come to fruition.

It isn't until HIS voice breaks through the air with a natural intensity that puts all of Hell to shame, that Lucifer is reminded of how little the universe cares about what or who he's trying to keep ❛ out of sight and mind ❜ . Uncertain whether it's disinterest or malevolence that drives fate to strangle him with its strings, reason hardly matters. Either way, he's suddenly scooped in an embrace he hasn't felt for countless years. Frozen to his spot by an abrupt FEAR unlike any felt before, normally sharp reflexes having failed him.

Chest heaving from breath he can't seem to catch, the small fallen angel hangs limply in his creator's hold far too long. Barely comprehending what God is saying, mind overwhelmed by a suffocating static unbefitting the King of Hell. Here he is, Sin of Pride itself— the one who rose up against Heaven in a foolhardy attempt at seizing control. Convinced he could cultivate creation in a way the others were incapable of comprehending. Too scared of his ideas to give them ample opportunity to flourish... Yet in this moment, he feels like a helpless child.

He feels like the angel he used to be.

THAT angel had failed to protect those who depended on him.

Ripping free of his father's hold with a guttural growl, he turns on his heel to face the ❛ intruder ❜ . Transforming with the motion, spaded tail lashes behind him, leaving deep cuts in the floor from its violent actions. Fire surrounds his hands, glowing gaze fixated upon God as if a cornered animal. Snarling through bared fangs, glistening like a feral creature, voice echoes with a demonic warning ( threatening to shake the walls from how it rumbles ) , ❝ I don't know why you're here, but if you even try to hurt anyone— I will ₴₮Ɽł₭Ɇ ɎØɄ ĐØ₩₦! ❞

Never mind the faint tremor in his legs, the uncharacteristic sinking in his stomach as Lucifer knows... this is a threat he can't fulfill. 「 ☆ 」

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✧ 「   @Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴᴀʙʟᴇᴍᴜꜱᴇꜱ  」   ✧

❝ You. Wish. ❞

It comes out of nowhere, Lucifer standing in front of the ❛ Radio Demon ❜ , hands clasped behind his back and spine straight as it'll allow. Aiming for whatever much-needed height it'll provide. Looking way too proud of himself, smile stretches across his face as his eyes gain a devilishly-dorky light.

❝ Y'know earlier— when you said ❛ Fuck you ❜ ? And I didn't really get a chance to respond... ❞ And had been too angry to think of a proper one, anyway. Raising a finger triumphantly in the air, he barks out a laugh and exclaims, ❝ Well I CAN now! ❞

❝ Soooooo... ❞ Leaning forward, he peers up at the taller demon and growls—

❝ You wish. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

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He must bite, because Chewsday (Adam @ Luci) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @meansman 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 He hadn't expected to be bitten out of the blue... Or maybe not QUITE out of it, since Lucifer had been lost in his thoughts again. When that happens, it can be worrisomely easy to sneak up on the Sin of Pride. Apparently easy enough to bite... A familiar set of teeth snapping him out of the static-filled cloud he did NOT intend on drifting into. Nothing bad. Just... nothing. Literally nothing as his consciousness retreated in on itself without any outside disturbances to stimulate it.

Lucifer's body recognizes the bite before he does.

... His moan feels deafening to his own ears.

Wings abruptly manifest, spreading to the sides when it occurs to him what happened, subconsciously pushing Adam back as the instinctive reaction unceremoniously cuts off with a strained yelp. Tensely standing where he was— wide eyes ( now open after having shut when the shameless sound slipped free ) blinking dumbly as his face flushes golden —all words seem to fail the fallen angel for a few beats... before he lamely responds, ❝ You didn't hear that. ❞

❝ That didn't just happen. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

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For a few long moments, Mammon stares at Lucifer incredulously after pulling free from their passionate embrace. "I'm sorry, what? Did you seriously just congratulate me fer havin' sex with ya? Mate, are you high?" ( dhefkjdeldk; :'3 ) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴᴀʙʟᴇᴍᴜꜱᴇꜱ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Okay. That wasn’t the most embarrassing thing he’s said after sex, but it’s pretty close. Even so, Mammon’s reaction is far worse than anything Lilith ever did. Rather than draw attention to Lucifer’s awkwardness, she would usually laugh about it. But in a way that made the Sin of Pride feel comfortable joining in. Spinning what could be a mortifying event into something special in itself… It never felt like she was taunting him. If anything, he felt like she enjoyed his bumbling. Until she no longer did, but that’s a separate issue.

One he’d rather not think about.

Despite still needing to catch his breath— aforementioned ❛ congratulations ❜ having been panted through a happily-exhausted daze —Lucifer wastes no time in retorting. Giving an incredulous scoff, he sits upright ( with a wince, body freshly aching from the Sin of Greed; he should have figured Mammon would be the type to vigorously enjoy what’s offered to him ) and glares up at the large male. Face flushed with a golden hue so vibrant it puts his hair to shame, cheeks indignantly glow as he spats through heavy breathing, ❝ Excuse you, I am not ❛ high ❜ ! I just happen to posses a little thing called manners. ❞

Because clearly, flashing an uncertain grin and blurting out the literal word— ❝ ... Congrats! ❞ —once he wrapped his mind around the fact he had Mammon's cum dripping down his thighs, was an act of charity and not a panicked decision he had NO actual control over... and is now reaping the embarrassing consequences. Ignoring the warmth lewdly lingering inside him thanks to the enthusiastic man, Lucifer crosses his arms and twists his spine with a huff. Raising his chin and refusing to look at the Sin of Greed.

❝ And I wasn't congratulating you for ❛ having sex with me ❜ . Although that is an accomplishment and you SHOULD be proud to have bedded the King of Hell. I was saying congrats for cumming... in- general. ❞ Awkwardly trailing off, Lucifer isn't sure whether that hurts or helps his case. In his defense, orgasming is a nice sensation. Maybe even an achievement worthy of celebration... Probably. 「 ☆ 」